#slasher oneshot

[fernweh-writes]

Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

This is just filth, I'm sorry guys. Actually I'm not sorry, this is what y'all are here for. Enjoy!

Warnings: Somnophilia, oral f!receiving, creampie, 18+ minors dni

Brahms was pressed firmly against the wall, staring hard through the small peep hole he had created in the wall. His breathing was shallow as he palmed his aching cock through his pants, fighting back pitiful moans as he stared at your sleeping form.

Sometimes Brahms wondered if you knew he loved to peer through the walls of the old house and watch you sleep. Maybe that's why you were wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and lacy panties. Laying on your stomach with one leg bent gave him the perfect view of your ass and a teasing glance at your pussy. Your sleeping form was practically begging him to come have his way with you. Brahms was desperate to touch you in the ways he often imagined, to explore your body and show you exactly who it belonged to.

Brahms had just started to undo his belt when you let out a soft moan in your sleep. Immediately, his eyes snapped back to the small hole in the wall to peer at you once more. His nails dug into the wood on the inside of the wall as he watched you hungrily. Through the wall he heard the sheets ruffle as you rolled onto your back.

"Mmmm, Brahms."

The way you moaned his name in your sleep was pornographic. Brahms could feel any restraint he had left crumble. It was obvious you were dreaming about him, just as desperate for him as he was for you. He had to have you.

As quietly as he could, Brahms snuck his way into your room, careful to not wake you. You hadn't stirred since you had moaned so prettily for him, so he was confident you were still sound asleep. At first he just stood over you, admiring you up close, but it didn't take long for his aching cock to remind him why he was in your room.

Carefully, he traced his hand up your thigh to the swell of your ass, testing the waters. His touch was feather light as to not wake you. However, when you didn't flinch he grew more confident. This time his hand trailed lightly up your side, sneaking up under your shirt. Ever so carefully, he bunched up the thin cotton until your breasts were exposed to him. Without the thin barrier to keep them warm, your nipples hardened and so did Brahms cock. He let out a small whimper at the sight of you being exposed to him, luckily you didn't wake.

Brahms fingers continued up your sides until he reached your breasts and he began gently tracing your hard nipples. Without any restraint left, he caved and took your hard nipple into his warm mouth. He traced the hard peak with his tongue and then began gently sucking as his hand began pinching at your other.

You let out a soft moan and Brahms froze, pulling away from you. He waited until you settled once more before he continued. This time he trailed his way down to your pussy, finger gently tracing your folds through the lacy material of your panties. He could feel that you were wet and that only fueled his arousal.

Trying his best to hold back his heavy breaths, he carefully moved your panties to the side to reveal your wet pussy to him. He gently pushed a finger between your folds, collecting some of the wetness there before carefully circling your clit.

Your legs parted more as you stirred and let out another soft moan, but still you continued to sleep. Brahms kept running a finger through your folds before slowly and gently easing a single finger into you. You were so wet it sunk inside of you easily and Brahms moaned as he felt your warm walls. He no longer cared if he woke you as he added another finger and began pumping them in and out of you rapidly. The wet sounds your pussy made around his fingers caused him to let out a desperate whimper.

This time your moan was louder and Brahms could feel you tense as you woke up to the sight of him between your legs. "Brahms," you moaned out, "what are you doing?"

"Please," he begged, "please let me y/n. I promise I'll make you feel good. I promise I'll be a good boy." His voice was shrill as he begged, and you weren't awake enough to decide whether this was right or wrong. Instead you simply gave into the pleasure and let Brahms continue what he was doing.

Soon enough his tongue joined his fingers and began circling your clit as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you. He moaned as he tasted your dripping pussy, eating you out like he was a starved man. Alternating between licking and sucking, Brahms abused your clit until he had you singing his name. Looking down at him, you realized his entire face was exposed to you. He glanced up and the two of you made eye contact as he savored your pussy.

"Am I doing a good job, y/n? Am I being a good boy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt your climax building, your hips grinding down against Brahms' face. "Fuck! Yes, Brahmsy you're doing a good job. Such a good boy for me."

Brahms ministrations didn't stop even once you had finished. His tongue continued to suck at your overstimulated clit. Grabbing his hair, you had to practically pry him away from your pussy and he whimpered as you did. His hips thrust against the bed and you noticed he was still rock hard inside of his pants.

Guiding him on top of you, you pulled his face towards yours, kissing him roughly. He kissed you back eagerly, and you could taste your release on his tongue.

Reaching down you fumbled with his pants until you could pull them down. Grasping his already hard cock in his hand you smoked him a few times. The sounds Brahms let out were whiny and desperate as he rocked his hips into your hand, desperate for any sort of friction.

Pawing his pants further down, you grasped his thick cock and guided it to your entrance. Brahms' eager eyes met yours seeking approval.

Smiling, you nodded at him. "Go ahead. Fuck me."

Brahms could no longer contain himself and he quickly thrust himself all the way into you. The slight burn from the stretch had you clenching your eyes shut and hissing. He didn't wait for you to adjust to his long size. Instead, he moved one of your legs onto his shoulder so he could thrust deeper inside of you. Brahms practically growled as he rapidly slammed his cock in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your wet pussy taking him in filled the room and urged him on.

His hands were all over you touching you any part of you that he could reach. One moment he was squeezing your ass the next he was groping your boobs. Finally his thumb found your clit again as his hips began to stutter, letting you know he was close to cumming.

"Fuck, oh fuck," the word fell from his lips repeatedly, but this time his voice was deep and it urged you towards your second orgasm. You loved the way he moaned so desperate for you. Like you were the only one in the world that could make him feel like this.

His hips stilled with his cock deep inside you and you could feel the warmth of his cum as he filled you with it. Brahms fell against you, panting, as he waited for his cock to soften before pulling out of you. He wanted to stay inside of your warm walls forever.

Collapsing beside you, Brahms watched as you drifted back off to sleep quickly. He watched you sleep for awhile, fingering his cum back inside of you while you went back to dreaming.

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[slasherstories123]

I don’t know if you’ve done this already but what about hide and go seek with the slasher or if they lay down reader lays down on top of them you can choose which one though! Love your work<3

Slashers reaction to their S/O laying on top of them

Paring: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, and Brahms Heelshire x GN! Reader

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Thomas Hewitt

Thomas was almost done with his chores but he needed a break, he was tired from all the chores he had to do, laying down on the couch just to relax for a bit before having to getting back to work. He didn’t even realize he was drifting off until he felt someone’s weight on his chest. Making his eyes open quickly to see what it was. It was just you.

Your eyes stared at him, having a smile on your face like nothing was wrong.

“Did I startle you?”

He shook his head, wrapping his arms around you as he felt you burry your face in the crook of his neck. The house was empty so neither of you had to worry about anyone walking in on the both of you. This was all he needed, having you in his arms without having to worry about anything else, this was all Thomas needed, a break.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba laid next to you on the bed, you were reading your book, waiting for him to come back. He looked bored which was a surprise since Bubba never gets bored. “What's with that look?” You asked, trying not to laugh at his bored face. He signed “Bored.” His bored face was honestly kinda cute. You closed your book with a smile. “I have an idea.”

He quickly picked his head up towards you. You crawled towards him, then laid on top of him completely. He was surprised but then got happy and wrapped his arms around you with a happy squeal. You giggled at him being happy. He loves it when you lay on top of him, Bubba’s very affectionate.

Not that you mind anyway. You find it cute, not only that, Bubba a nice person to cuddle with anyway.

Brahms Heelshire

It was time to tuck Brahms in to bed, he wondered why you turned all the lights off in the mansion, maybe you were going to bed after this? As you have him a kiss goodnight you stood there for a few seconds. “Y/N?” He spoke in his child voice. Waiting for your next move. What caught him off guard was when you simply crawled on-top of him.

He froze by the sudden movement but warmed up to it pretty quickly, holding you tightly like you’re a stuffed animal. He let out a childlike laugh before putting his masked nose in your hair. It was almost like all your problems went off your shoulders in a matter of seconds.

This wasn’t part of the rules but he isn’t complaining. Now having you here with him without him having to sneak into your room at night.

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[cherryskyies]

Changes

Bo Sinclair x reader

Word count: 600

This is probably shitty ngl not proofread or nuffin but it’s all i got this writers block is out of control.

Masterlist || Navigation || Ao3

Your eyes glance over the familiar scenery, nothing has changed on the outside, but you’re sure their wax collection has grown.

The whole drive to Ambrose you were worried they may have left, more specifically he had left, but one look around told you the three of them were still here — the fresh tire tracks leading to Bo’s old truck giving it away.

It’s an odd feeling you notice, standing so uncomfortably in the place you once called home so confidently.

His voice comes out of nowhere, direct and full of shock. “What are you doin’ here?” he asks, standing a foot behind you with a look of desiderium — not that you notice when you turn to face him. “You swore you’d never come back.” he reminds, sounding more stern.

You feel foolish in your response as regret begins to pool in your chest. “Came to see old friends.”

It sounds silly now that you’ve said it out loud and you can’t help but to step back in response to Bo’s rapid strides. “You didn’t bring the police on over with ya? If you did I swear“ he threatens, finger pointed in your face as his eyes bore into your own. “Tell me right now woman!”

You stumble over your words, this isn’t the Bo you know; or should say knew, reminding yourself you don’t know him anymore. “I didn’t — I swear I’d never do something like that.” you respond, hands shaking. But you can see he is still on edge, seemingly no trust in you or your words.

Bo steps back with a grunt, his voice much rougher when he speaks. “Guess time will tell.” but the look of pure hate doesn’t leave his eyes and it makes you uncomfortable; all of this anger was once love and the man standing before you is a stranger you knew so well.

“Would it be better if I left?” you ask, wondering why you showed up at all. “I didn’t think this through.”

He sighs, running his hands through his hair. “You never really do,” he responds, voice calmer as he watches your face heat up. “I’m sure Lester and Vincent would love to see you.” he adds, gesturing to you to follow him towards the house.

The house has remained a picture perfect copy of the last time you saw it which you found cute but unsurprising. None of the boys liked change. “They wouldn’t admit it to me, but I know they’ve missed you.” and in a way it feels as though he is admitting he missed you too and he curses himself for being so open with you. “It’s been quiet.”

You smile, moving from the entry towards the worn couch. “Not much has changed” you note, eyes landing on a polaroid picture sitting on the coffee table. The four of you were standing in it smiling, your arms around Bo’s waist. “I shouldn’t have come” you mutter apologetically, eyes tearing away from the photo and to the man in front of you.

But he’s glad to see you and he knows the others would be as well; he’d never admit that though. “You’re right,” he agrees, words betraying thoughts. “But you can leave tomorrow, you can’t drive in the dark.”

Bo remembers the two times he ever let you drive at night and neither ended well — one truck later he swore to never let you drive in the dark again.

You’re hesitant to accept his offer, nervous for what it would mean. “I’ll be fine, I’ve gotten better y’know.” It’s a lie and he doesn’t need to know that, but somehow he sees right through you and snorts at the slim possibility.

“Like I said,” he begins, eyes locking on to your own, “You can leave tomorrow.” and you nod.

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[spookychick78]

Ghostface One Shot

Warnings: SMUT 18+, choking, lottts of knife play, language, rough sex

Word Count: 3,366

Work was such a drag, you were more than happy to be in for the night. You closed the door to your bedroom and threw your bag into the corner. You sat down at the edge of the bed and ran your hands through your hair with a sigh. A breeze blew into the room and you turned to see the curtains dancing in the wind. You were glad you'd left your window open, it at least ensured the room stayed cool. You began to lie down, but just before your head met the pillow, your phone rang.

"God, what now?" You mumbled to yourself as you sat back up to dig through your bag.

You fingers finally found it and you quickly lifted it to see it was an unknown caller. You rolled your eyes and pressed decline. Just before you set it back down, it rang again. The same words appeared on the screen and you narrowed your eyes. Telemarketers didn't usually call twice. You decided to take a chance and answer it, expecting some collect caller on the other end.

"Hello?" You said, annoyed.

"Why'd you hang up?" A man's voice responded in an almost playful tone.

The casual question he asked threw you off. You pulled the phone back and double checked the screen to see if you'd mistakenly read it wrong, but no. It was definitely an unknown number.

"Hello?" You heard the man say in that same playful tone.

You hesitantly put the phone back up to your ear, "Who is this?"

"A friend," the man said.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your number, do I know you?"

"Really? I know yours," he said coolly, "what's your name?"

"(Y/n)," you answered against your better judgment, "what's yours?"

"(Y/n)," he repeated slowly, "pretty name for a pretty girl. I like it."

You furrowed your brow in confusion, "So you do know me?"

"No," he said with a laugh, "but I'd like to."

You stood up and began to pace the room, "You've got a funny way of introducing yourself."

"I'm a funny guy," he said almost sinisterly.

You glanced out your window half expecting to see whoever this was standing out there, but your yard was empty. You knew you should have hung up the phone by now, but you were a sucker for a little mystery.

"Do you want to play a game, (y/n)?"

It was like he knew.

"I feel like my answer should be no, but," you trailed off as you considered just how bad of an idea this would turn out to be, "I can't say I'm not tempted to say yes."

"Maybe it should be, but life is more fun when there's a little risk involved, right?"

You laughed, but hesitated to answer his original question.

"Let me make this easier for you," he said in that sinister tone again, "you're going to play a game with me, (Y/n)."

"Alright," you said defiantly, "let's play."

"Smart girl," he said with laugh, "first question. Do you scare easy?"

"No," you said flatly.

You went to close your window. At this point you were certain this was a bad idea, yet you still wanted to play. Desperate for some distraction from the monotony of day to day life. Stupid, is what you were being, but you just kept playing along.

"Are you scared right now?" He asked.

"Should I be?"

"Maybe," he said quietly, "next question, or rather, next task. I want you to look under your bed."

"Is this some kind of Halloween prank?" You said abruptly.

He started to laugh, "What do you think?"

"I think I'm gonna hang up now," you said, mocking his strange voice.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, more serious than before, "now look under your bed."

Your eyes wandered towards the floor and over to the darkness hiding behind the part of your duvet that hung over the side of the bed. You slowly walked over to it and lifted it up.

"Do it," he said, the grin on his face was almost audible, "get on your knees."

Now you knew he was watching you, he had to be. You slowly did as he asked and peered into the darkness. You braced yourself, half frightened you might find him underneath, but as your eyes adjusted you found there was nothing there. You couldn't believe you were thinking it, but you were almost a little disappointed. Boredom had really taken its toll on you, you thought to yourself. Here you were finding entertainment in this stranger's most definitely threatening game.

"There's nothing under here," you chimed into the phone.

"You're right. That would be too obvious, wouldn't it? Check your closet," he commanded.

"Isn't that even more obvious? Come on, you sound more creative than that," you teased as you glided over to the closet to find it too was empty.

"You think so?" He asked in a more amused tone, "look out your window."

"I did, but you already knew that," you said as you moved towards the window like he asked.

"Now you're catching on. What do you see?"

Your eyes moved back and forth, scanning the shadows with care, "I don't see anything."

"Look closer," he whispered.

You moved in towards the glass and strained your eyes further. The yard was empty as could be, but something caught your gaze and it wasn't outside. You felt your heart rate pick up when you noticed the face looking back at you in the reflection. Two black eyes, an open mouth on a pale white mask, and a black hood that covered his entire body. It was faint, but there was no way your mind was playing tricks on you. He was right behind you. Ghostface was right behind you.

"Are you scared now?" He asked in your ear.

You looked right back at him through the reflection and lied through your teeth, "No."

You noticed the gleam of a blade and watched him rest it on your shoulder. He let it drag down your arm, pulling on the slim strap of your tank top as it moved. He was careful not to draw blood. Yet.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" He whispered as he tilted his head to the side.

"Never," you replied quickly and quietly, "you're the one all over the news, you're Ghostface."

"See, you do know me," he teased as he continued to drag the knife up and down your arm.

"Are you going to kill me?" You asked as calmly as you could manage.

"I was," he replied with a sigh as he played with that strap again, "but you did so well during our first game. So obedient."

You were silent as you watched him contemplate with that knife. You knew he could clearly hear how shaky your breath was. Life may have been boring, but you weren't ready to die.

"Do you think we should play another? Something a little," he quickly turned the knife upwards and cut through your tank top's strap, "different."

You tried your hardest to stop that gasp from escaping your mouth, but it couldn't be helped. He began to play with the strap on your other shoulder, still slow as ever but he was pressing a little firmer with the blade, tempted to draw just a bit of blood.

"Does this game end with me breathing?" You asked as the cold metal began to raise goosebumps on your skin.

"That depends on how well you play," he whispered in your ear.

You hated that the way he said it made you almost excited to find out what exactly this game would be. Though, you had a good idea of what to expect, at least for the most part. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part. You were beginning to wonder just how sick you were upstairs. You wanted to play and he could tell. There was something about the way he spoke, the sound of his voice and the mystery of it all. You watched his head tilt from one side to the other in the reflection. The idea of being so damn good in bed that even Ghostface  himself wouldn't want to kill you somehow made this even more exciting. You knew you should have been scared, terrified and probably running, but you were up for the challenge.

"So what do you say?" He asked as he began to pull that other strap up with the knife, "Wanna take one more risk, (Y/n)?"

"Let's play."

As soon as the words left your mouth he cut it, "I was hoping you'd say that," he said before he grabbed the back of your top and sliced it open down the middle.

It fell away, revealing your black bra to him which he acknowledged with a devilish laugh. He rolled the remains of your tank top up and quickly grabbed your hands to bind them behind you. Once he was sure they were tight enough he turned you around to face him. He took his knife and placed it on your lips. He used the flat end to pull your bottom lip down, leaving your mouth open for him to admire. He then dragged it down your chin, neck, down to your chest and to the front of your bra. He traced your breasts, circling each of them with the sharper side of his knife now, taunting you. You knew he liked your obedience before, but you were tempted to try something different.

"Are you just gonna stare at me all night," you said as you watched the knife over your nose, "or are you gonna do something?"

The knife stopped moving and he cocked his head at you. A gloved hand flew up to your throat and he wrapped it around you in a painfully tight grip. You winced, but you couldn't say you didn't enjoy the display of dominance.

"You wanna be a brat now, huh?" He said before he leaned his masked face into yours until your nose almost touched, "I'll do what I want, when I want, for however long I want. Understood?"

"Then what do you want?" You choked out as your eyes wandered through those dark black holes to just barely catch a glimpse of his own.

He let out a low chuckle before he moved in close to your ear, you felt him cut your bra open, "I wanna make you scream."

Before you even had a chance to think of a response, he turned you both and threw you onto the bed. You tried to use your bound hands to push yourself up when you felt him grab at your shorts. He struggled to undo the buttons and ended up using his knife to snap them.

"You won't be needing these," he said as he pulled them off of you to admire the lace of your panties, "or these."

He grabbed each of your legs and swiftly dragged you to the edge of the bed. Your head hit the mattress and your breath hitched when you felt that knife on your bare inner thigh. It's cold touch made you squirm, but he was quick to stop you. He didn't want you going anywhere.

"No moving," he said as his free hand forced your thigh back so he could tease you further, "not until I say so."

He let it wander further this time, exploring up from the inside of your knee all the way back to his original spot. Then he moved it more inward. Part of you was terrified of what exactly he was planning to do with that knife, the other desperately needed touch. With all of you exposed to him, the tip of his knife dragging dangerously close to the most sensitive part of you, your body was both itching to be pleased and trembling with fear of the unknown. Suddenly, you no longer felt the knife. You stared up at the ceiling, so tempted to push yourself up to see what he was doing, but you did your best to resist the urge. Then you felt breath between your thighs. He must have taken his mask off. His mouth was so close to touching you, but other than a quick brush, he gave you nothing. You squirmed again in an attempt to find him where you needed him and felt both of his hands fall heavy on your hips, holding you down harder. You whined in response and he let out a laugh, which only worsened your state. You could practically feel the vibration of his voice where you wanted him most.

"You're only making this worse for yourself," he said in a self satisfied tone, he loved what he was doing to you, "you want it that bad? Beg for it."

"And if I don't?"

"It's your life at stake, isn't it? I suggest you do as I say and tell me just how badly you want me to taste you," he said, his lips just barely brushing against the top part of your inner thigh as he spoke.

"So badly," you breathed.

You felt him nip at your skin, "No, no. Say it."

"I want you to taste me."

"I said beg," he said through gritted teeth.

He bit down again and a moan escaped your lips, "Please, I want you to, I need you to taste me," you cried.

"Louder."

"I'm begging you, please," you said louder, you thought you sounded so pathetic with how desperate you were at this point.

"I want your fucking neighbors to hear you," he spat up at you.

"God, just please fuck me already, I want you to fuck me," you screamed.

"Good girl," he said as he pulled your hips forward.

When his tongue finally met your sweet spot, your neck arched back, "Yes," you breathed.

God, you had never wanted anything so bad. The feeling of his tongue exploring you so gently, steadily adding more pressure with each flick was heaven. He was good, more than good. It was as if he knew exactly how to work you, every little thing he did was exactly what you needed him to do. Not one wrong move was made. You were already unraveling under his touch. No one had ever teased you like that before, your body was begging for release before he had even touched you, just as he had planned. You started to tense when you felt the vibration of the groan that escaped him against you. That, mingled with the pressure of his tongue, made you let out an almost pathetic whine. He could tell he had you on the brink.

"Not yet," he ordered, "not until I'm inside you."

But you were already right there. It was beyond your control, but he knew that. You felt his fingers dig into your hips as he grew frustrated at you're inability to hold off any longer. Just before you could get the release you were aching for, he pulled away. Before you could complain, you felt his hands grip your waist and flip you over. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back, forcing you on your knees. You started to turn your head to look back at him, you just knew he didn't have the mask on anymore, he had taken it off while he was between your legs and you wanted to see his face. Just before you could catch a glimpse, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head back as he thrusted into you. You cried out and squeezed your eyes shut as he went as deep as he could go, making you burn with pleasure.

"Now you can cum," he said through gritted teeth as he began his brutal pace.

With or without his permission, you were going to. Your body was doing all the begging for you now. You pushed back against him to meet his thrusts, and before long you felt that knot that had begun to form when his tongue was in you start to snap. He could tell he was hitting the right spot and a self satisfied smirk formed on his face. He tightened his grip on your hair and went harder until he felt you clench around him.

He pulled your head up more so he could whisper in your ear, "Now scream for me."

You did just as he asked as your climax hit you harder than any other you'd had before. He watched your fists clench in their binds, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucked you through your orgasm. He took his other hand and brought it to his mouth so he could rip his glove off, then he pulled you up further so he could use his fingers to play with you. Your body writhed as he worked you for yet another orgasm. The overstimulation only made you louder, which earned another sinister laugh from him.

"You're such a fucking mess for me, aren't you?" He said as he moved his fingers faster, drove himself into you harder.

You were and you were about to find further release. He felt you tighten around him again and this time, it was going to send him over the edge with you. His breath became uneven in your ear and he let go of your hair to force your hips harder against his own. You heard him muttering a slew of curses in a breathy voice as his thrusts became sloppier, more desperate. He let out a few whines of his own, but god were they amazing to hear. They drew you closer to that second orgasm you were chasing and when you finally found it you felt him find his own inside you. His head fell back as he rode through it. Then he stopped, breathing heavily over you. Your head was spinning and you barely even noticed him grab the knife that was lying beside you. He quickly cut the bind on your hands and your arms fell limp at your sides. He laughed at your annihilated state before he pulled out of you. You felt his hand reach around to lift you up by your throat. He pressed your back against his chest and turned your head with his gloved hand so he could place a firm kiss to your lips. You would have returned it better than you did, but after being fucked silly, you barely had any energy left to give him. He let go and you fell forward, thankfully your hands found the mattress before your face did. You pushed yourself up and looked over at him. His mask was still off and your jaw dropped. You did know him, you'd never spoken to him, but you definitely knew who he was.

"Stu?" You asked, dumbfounded.

He flashed that funny smile of his at you as he admired the shock on your face, then he mocked you with a shocked look of his own, "(Y/n)?"

"You- but I, you're- you're Ghostface?" You asked confused.

"Surprise," he said as he put his other glove back on.

You furrowed your brow, "But, why-"

"Come on. I've been trying to get your attention for weeks. Nothing seemed to be working, but this," he said cockily, "this definitely worked."

You felt your face heat up as he lifted the mask up to his face, "Didn't it?"

Oh, it definitely worked.

"So you're not gonna kill me?" You asked as you watched him lift your window open.

"After that? Are you kidding me?" He said with an astonished laugh, "No way."

He watched you smirk in response. He flashed that smile one more time before he threw his mask back on. He started to climb out the window, but turned back to you.

"So," he said through the voice modulator, "I'll call you?"

#ghostface #slasher #slasher smut #slasher fucker #stu macher #horror #horror smut #horror fiction #slasher oneshot #slasher x reader #scream #scream oneshot #whats your favorite scary movie #horror fan #horror fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #slasher fandom #slasher simp #ghostie #stu matcher x reader #s

[imjustasillygirlwholikesgirls]

Michael crying in the sewers after losing his mask to a Young adult who also body checked him into the floor and is way shorter then him and has zero advantage at all

I just know he was in the corner in tears.

#slashers x reader #slasher oneshot #slasher community #slasher comedy #slasher x s/o #michael myers x reader #michael myers #halloween ends

[loveandmurders]

Hello! May I request a Thomas Hewitt x reader? His S/O is pretty much harmless and hides away when there are new "visitors" around so as not to hinder his work, but there comes a time when one of the victims is being pretty stubborn to the point that they are hurting Thomas badly. His S/O grabs anything they can use as a weapon and accidentally kills them but their first reaction after they stop moving is checking if Thomas is okay? Sorry if it's too long and thank you!

Hello darling! Thank you a lot for this request, I was really happy to write for my big baby (who also deserves to be protected and loved) <3 Hope you'll enjoy this! Btw this is a g/n reader without any kind of description (Mama just calls you "sweet pea" once + it is implies that Thomas is bigger than you).

NO ONE HURT MY HUSBAND

Warnings: one or two strong words, Tommy is injured (nothing too bad), mentions of murders and cannibalism, blood.

When you woke up this morning, you felt like something wrong was going to happen. Sometimes your instinct was warning you, and you would be a little bit nauseous and uneasy. You knew it was about your husband, you could swear he was going to get hurt today, and the thought was only making you sicker. You needed your Thomas to be well and happy. He was all that mattered in your life. That was why, this morning, you needed to stay in bed with your husband and cuddle with him; at least you were both safe there. You even coax him with tender kisses for him to stay a little bit longer by your side. Even though Hoyt was calling for him, your gentle giant was too in love with you to hear the man screaming his name. His arms were tightly wrapped around your body as you cuddled him and murmured sweet nothings against his lips. His eyes were bright with happiness as he softly worshipped you with caresses and kisses of his own. He seemed very relaxed then and you were certain you could have convinced him to stay there all day if Mama hadn’t knocked at your door. You had pouted when Thomas got up and he gave you an apologetic glance. He didn’t like to not be able to give you what you wanted. And he didn’t like the idea you wouldn’t be able to spend more time with him until the end of his day of work. 

Hoyt heard there was a festival not so far away from here, and it was certain Thomas and he would be busy with visitors. And despite your love for Thomas and his family, you hated the killing. It meant you prefered to hide away in your shared bedroom than meeting one of your soon to be meals. You didn’t mind eating people, it was more the whole killing process that was bothering you. You didn’t like screams and fights. You were of a peaceful nature and it was probably why your presence was so soothing and so calming for Thomas. You were trying to tell yourself that, at least, the family would have enough to eat for a while and the meat factory would be more productive. You still didn’t like it and you just wanted your husband to cuddle and make love with you. You were quite a simple creature and that was why the family loved you as well, even though you were useless with the killings.

You helped Luda Mae with the house today, until you heard the voices of young people trying to negotiate with Hoyt. They were terrified and one of them was already bleeding a lot from what you could see from the kitchen window. They were three, but Thomas wasn’t around and you imagined he was dealing with more tourists. You didn’t like it at all, and you felt even more sicker than a few hours ago. You sent a pleading look to Mama who reassuringly smiled at you.

“Of course, sweet pea, go hide away. Thomas would go crazy if anything happened to you anyways, so it’s better that way” she said. You leaned to kiss her cheek, grateful she was being so good to you, before rushing upstairs.

You locked the door behind you and you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You tried to find something to do, in order to relax, but you couldn’t without Thomas by your side. You decided that a shower could do you some good and you got one. After it, you put on a shirt belonging to your husband and his scent washed over you. It brought you some much needed comfort. You cuddled in bed and closed your eyes. You silently prayed to God to protect your family. You weren’t certain God would protect people like you, but you thought it couldn’t do any harm to pray anyways.

You eventually fell asleep and when you cracked an eye open it was already late in the afternoon. You slowly got up from the bed, your head and eyes still heavy from sleep. You heard a soft knock at the door and you thought it might be what woke you up. You opened the door to find your husband standing in the doorway. He gave you a worried look and you reassured him with a smile.

“I’m fine, baby, just had a nap. You can go back to work” you told him. It was usual for him to go check on you to make sure you were fine. He was too scared to lose you because he wouldn’t have taken enough care of you. And in his eyes, you deserved the world.

He watched you for a little while before nodding. He leaned to press a soft kiss to your pretty mouth. You smiled even more against his lips before gently pushing him away.

“Be careful and come back to me as soon as you can, okay?” you asked and he nodded again. He stole another kiss from you, like the greedy puppy he truly was, before turning around. You watched him disappear and you tried to relax. You were happy he was alright, and you thought that maybe your instinct worried you for nothing this morning.

You decided to tidy up your shared bedroom as Thomas and you were sometimes too thrown away in your passion to realise some chores needed to be done. You always found clothes laying on the ground, but when you needed to feel each other's bodies, you discarded your clothing without any care. You were needy with him and he loved it very much.

You found some stuff to do around the bedroom and bathroom for a little while until you heard screams coming from the back garden. You felt your heart sink and you walked to the window in order to close the curtains. You didn’t want to see a tourist getting killed by your husband. You loved Thomas, but his strength could be scary, even for you. 

However, you weren’t ready for what you saw. You stopped moving when you noticed the tourist taking a knife and plunging it into Thomas’ side. Your eyes widened as you heard soft sounds of pain coming from your husband. Your blood ran cold and before you could even think about it, you were out of your shared bedroom. You ran downstairs, didn’t hear Mama calling for you with worry, and you simply grabbed a knife as you passed by her. You continued to run until you arrived in the garden. Thomas was on the ground, fighting the man off of him, but the pain wasn’t helping. The tourist was so full of adrenaline and of despair that he was being quite strong. He was about to strike another time when you jumped on him. He yelped in surprise and pain as you tackled him to the ground and started to punch him in the face. You were unable to think or to realise what you were doing. All you knew was that you needed to keep your love safe. You couldn’t let anything happen to him. The man pushed you and you fell from him. He was about to hurt you when you took the knife from your belt and hit him with it. You removed the knife without thinking and the man started to bleed a lot. He screamed like a slaughtered pig and you kicked him in the head.

The man was dead before you knew it. You didn’t even understand it. You were just happy he wasn’t screaming anymore and that he wasn’t trying to hurt Thomas anymore either. You were covered in his blood as you rushed to your lover’s side. He was a little bit groggy and wasn’t certain what just happened. You started to fuss around him to make sure he was alright, but he was bleeding too much, especially for your liking. At least, it was only one wound and Thomas was a strength of nature, so he would be all good in no time. At least you hoped, otherwise you would lose your sanity. But meanwhile, you needed to take care of him. You ripped your shirt so you could press it against his wound. You begged him to stay awake.

Hoyt ran to you after Luda Mae told him something must have happened. He was cursing when he saw the two of you. He didn’t show any emotions as he looked at the scene in front of him, quickly understanding what happened. He finally started to give the two of you rough orders and soon you were helping Hoyt with Thomas. Your gentle giant was trying his best to walk so his size and height wouldn’t hurt you or be too much, but you didn’t care. He finally reached the kitchen, that way Mama and you could take care of him. You sat him and gave him some water with painkillers.

“So you’re a killer now” Hoyt commented as he arched an eyebrow at you.

“What?” you asked, because you didn’t think the man was dead, even less that you killed him.

Thomas groaned before Hoyt could answer you and he sent him a threatening look. He didn’t want you to understand what happened. He was grateful you had saved him - even though it felt like a failure because it was his job to protect you. But at the same time, he wasn’t sure you would be able to handle the truth, especially after all the emotions you already went through. You looked up to give a glance at Hoyt but the man had left before Thomas could jump on him. You looked back at your husband but before you could say anything Luda Mae asked you for more bandages. She was aware her son wanted to protect you from the truth a little longer, and she was glad to help.

You quickly got up and you found what you needed. You stopped by the living room window and saw that the tourist who attacked Thomas was still lying on the ground. He was silent too, which was surprising, but he might just be unconscious. You silently went back to Thomas and Mama and you finished taking care of him.

You both went back into your shared bedroom and you helped him to settle on the bed. He needed some rest. You sat next to him but he gently tugged on your arm for you to lay down beside him. He needed you close to him, as you were the only thing who could give him comfort. You obeyed and cuddled on his unharmed side and nuzzled into his neck.

“Don’t ever do that to me again” you whispered and he nodded. You looked back at him. “You promise, right? You don’t let anyone touch you ever again, okay? No more games, no matter what Hoyt wants. You just kill them as fast as you can. This can’t happen again.” you started to babble as you cupped Thomas’ face into your hands. “You know I love you, don’t you? You know that I need you to come back home to me everyday or I would go crazy. I would burn the whole world down for you” you told him with an intensity you never had before. You could tell Thomas was surprised as his eyes widened, before he started to blush and to be all flustered. You were giving him little butterflies in his stomach. He nodded again, with heart eyes. He would obey anything you would tell him, even more when it was because your love was so fierce for him. He hugged you against his chest before removing his mask. He started to pepper your face with soft kisses, to appease you but also to thank you for what you did today, and for loving him that much. He loved you too, more than anything. He wished he could give you another life, and to make it up to you, he was trying to be the best husband ever.

You suddenly realised you still had blood on you and you very softly moved from his embrace. He really didn’t like the loss of contact but you promised him it would be quick. You removed the t-shirt and you went into the bathroom to wash the blood you hadn’t removed before cleaning up Thomas earlier. You watched yourself in the mirror and you saw more blood on your face as well.

“Oh. I killed the man” you said to yourself in realisation, and you went back to Thomas. You watched him and he looked up at you with a frown.

“Does it change anything?” you asked him but he didn’t understand what you meant “I know you enjoyed the fact I wasn’t part of the killing… But I killed the man, right? I killed him” you repeated and you looked down. Thomas tried to sit up to reach for your hand but you stopped him before he could hurt himself. You sat beside him and he started to sign . You saved me.

“Yes but…”

You saved me.

You smiled at him before straddling him so you could have a better look at him. His hands were on your thighs now and he gently stroked your skin. “I would do anything for you” you told him and he smiled; he knew it.

It won’t happen again. Shouldn’t have happened. You shouldn’t have to protect me. I wouldn’t stand anything happening to you because of me.

“I don’t want this to ever happen again because I’ve never been so scared and concerned for you before, not because I shouldn’t protect you. I’m your partner, it’s also my job to take care of you.” you replied and you could tell Thomas wasn’t too happy about it. “You always protect me, it’s fine that I protected you for once” you added and Thomas tried to agree with that. “Plus, it would never be your fault if something happened to me.” you added but Thomas shook his head.

I’m your husband, he replied and you knew you couldn’t argue with his protectiveness so you didn’t say anything about it.

 “At least Hoyt won’t ever bother me again about it”

I’d kill him otherwise.

“Aren’t you romantic now?” you gently teased him before leaning in to kiss him, as his hands started to roam your body like they had to when the two of you were in bed.

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[in-his-image]

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

→ AMBUSH

upon missing a therapy session with dr. hannibal lecter, you’re invited for dinner at his house to make up for lost time.

→ more coming soon…

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[f1nalboys]

Bedside Vigil - Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

a silly little dark bo fic w sorta same premise as my lester fic. icky yucky evil manipulative bo my beloved!!! also sorta eh on this so lmk if you guys liked this!

WORD COUNT: 1324

WARNINGS: whump, character death, murder, snuff photo mention, full on stockholm syndrome. reader no longer remembers life without bo or ambrose, reader 'loves' bo, throat slitting, brief mentions of being strapped to the chair in the basement in the past, mention of reader and bo having sex but dub-con since the predicament they're in just in case, violence, manipulative and sadistic bo, proofread but probably missed something so sorryyyy <3 enjoy this sick freak

You loved Bo’s bedroom the more time you got to spend in it. It wasn’t comfortable, not like the one you had back home, the one you can’t really remember anymore, but it was worlds away from the suffocating room in the basement of the garage that had been your home for the last month. Maybe it was longer, you still weren’t sure. You had asked Bo once, just once, on how long it had been since you had been in the town with him and he had shaken his head. “Don’t really want to know that, now do you, darlin’?” 

You didn’t.

The town, every structure, every car, every blade of overgrown grass and every overturned pebble, all of it was stuck in the past. It showed signs of life from two decades ago as if the rapture had happened and the entire town had been taken, sent up to heaven with the fanfare cracking the foundation of what was left. Except for Bo. 

Bo was here and now. He was all around you, had been from the second you had stepped foot into the ghost town and maybe even before then, and you couldn’t think of anything you’d want more. You had earned his affection, earned the right to be in his bed the way you had been this last week. You had softened the hand of the beast who had trapped you and now you weren’t trapped anymore and you were in love with the Beast and he was in love with you and you couldn't remember why you had felt trapped in the first place.

“The nails gonna fall out soon.” You say and you hear Bo grunt in acknowledgement from the bathroom across the hall. Glancing away from the candlestick you look over towards the bedroom door which was cracked open. When Bo wasn’t beside you, you felt like you were suffocating. He had saved you in a way. Though in the beginning you had felt trapped, had spit and screamed and cried each time he so much as stepped foot near you, now you understood that he had done what he had to to save you, to mold you into the person you were meant to be. His.

When he brought you into the bedroom last week after feeding you, kissing you, bathing you, he had shown you the candles. “The nails are ta’ keep track of the time,” He had said when he had settled you into the bed with him, the two of you laying on your side, his hips flexing absentmindedly against you as he whispered into your ear. “The last nail falls out and it means you,” He kisses your temple and you sigh, pushing your hips back into his. “Are dead.”

You had laughed, just a little giggle at the thought of a nail falling signifying your end, and the loose grip he had on your hip had gotten tighter and suddenly you feel like you’re strapped to that chair again and you’re feeling scared, so fucking scared, and all you can do is squeak out a weak “I don’t want that.” It worked. His grip loosened once more and he’s kissing your temple and nuzzling into your neck. 

“Course you don’t. Cause you wanna be good for me, right?” You nod and that night you are good for him, an active participant now that you weren’t bound. Bo relished in the attention you gave him from that night on, always on his heel, asking what he needed or wanted from you. If he had told you to take that shotgun off the wall or the knife out of his belt and use it on yourself, you would’ve with a smile on his face and asked if you had done okay.

He walks into the bedroom finally, boxers and a white t-shirt on, and you repeat yourself. “The nails gonna fall out soon.” 

“I know, darlin’. Scared imma let it?” He teases and you shake your head no quickly. You knew he wouldn’t. It felt like you knew Bo better than yourself these days. He had asked you a few days ago what you used to do back then, before Ambrose, and it had taken you a little bit to remember what life was like. As far as you were concerned, there was no point in time before Ambrose. Before Bo.

He crawls into bed on top of you and you grin, sinking down a bit so he was looking down at you with a grin. Neither of you say anything for a moment. You stare into his blue eyes, wondering how they had ever sent anything other than a shiver of love down your spine. Clink. Your head turns and the nail is sideways on the dish below it, flame still going. 

He sighs. “Shit,” He mutters, getting off of you and standing, blowing the candle out. The room is dark and you wait for him to get back into bed with you but he doesn’t. His shadow is darker, a figure against the wall, the kinds you used to see down in the basement with you. A ghost. “Sorry, baby.” He turns the lamp on and you blink, trying to register the scene in front of you. He stood with a knife in his hand, staring down at you like a wounded animal in a trap. Staring down at you with pity.

“Bo?” You ask and your voice doesn’t sound like your own. “What’re you doing?”

“Nail fell out. You know what that means.”

“But you don’t have to.” 

He shakes his head, getting back into bed with you, the air between the two of you thick. You were scared. He can feel you shaking underneath him but you won’t look away, won’t even spare a glance at the knife held in his hand. “Are you scared, sweetheart?” He whispers and you hesitate, choosing to shake your head no despite it being a lie. “No? Not scared I’ll do it?”

“I trust you.”

“That’s stupid.” The knife is pressed against your throat and he’s staring down at you with the same look he had given you in the beginning, one of disgust, and yet you don’t move. When you swallow, the blade digs into your skin just a little. “I could do it right now. Slit your throat, let your blood soak into my mattress, watch the life drain out of your eyes. Might even take a photo of it.”

“You could.”

“Most people would be beggin’ for me not to hurt them, you know that?”

“I trust you.” You reiterate and Bo scoffs, sitting up, still straddling you. The knife is moved away from your throat and you suck in a breath. You did trust him. You loved him and he loved you. He wouldn’t hurt you, you knew that. He could threaten you, he could hit you, he could cut you, but he’d never hurt you, never get rid of you. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, you had crawled your way under his skin and latched onto his very being. You wouldn’t leave, even if he did kill you.

Bo stares down at you with a curious look, lips curving into a sadistic grin. “Too bad. I like the beggin’.” 

And then the knife is sliding across your throat and Bo’s smile is the last thing you see as you gurgle, blood pouring from your neck, soaking into the bedsheets, a visceral splatter across him and the wall. 

He makes sure to take a photo of you like this, blood surrounding you like a broken halo, and he places the photo on his side table, pressed against the still smoldering candle stick. There it would sit until he found someone new and then it would be placed into his drawer alongside the dozens of others. You were right; you wouldn’t leave, even if he killed you.

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[coff33notforme]

Helluu here to make a slasher request because I’m currently fixated on them also-

Anyways my fav is ghostface so can I have a headcannon of ghostie with a reader who just, like, refuses to die? As in they always find a way to escape or fight him off, they will not go down easy.

Also I’m a sucker for danny johnson’s ghostface so if you can write for him that would be great. Pretty please :) And thank you :) Alright bye :)

A/n: Been a hot second since I posted. Thank you so much for requesting. I love Danny Johnson so much

Tw: Cursing, Mention of injuries, Knifes, Danny being an asshole

Gn Reader

What. The. Fuck 

That’s his genuine first reaction when you manage to sucker punch him into your sink as you clumsily scamper away from him as he watches you in awe of what had just happened 

Obviously he hadn’t given up on chasing you, he wouldn’t stop without a fight, but neither would you

He hadn’t even scared you

Sure you don’t necessarily want to be stabbed by him but your not afraid of putting up a fight

There was a point he really thought he had you

Your leg had a gash sliced through your calf limping pathetically you made your way outside 

Hoping you could make it over to your neighbors house to call the police, as you ran Danny jumped out swiping at you with his blade

In an attempt to avoid getting slashed you quickly jumped back evading the knife 

As you lost your balance form the sudden action you stumbled back as you were plunged into the pool 

Danny grinned taking the opportunity to try and keep you under the water, it seemed the easiest way to keep you down

Well that's what Danny thought 

That was until you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down with you deeper into the water you kicked him down under the water as you swam up to the top hastily dragging yourself over to your neighbors

He had to admit he was beginning to like you

It had become almost weekly routine he would break in attempting to kill you and you would kick his ass managing to scamper away  

He was somewhat sadistic in a way teasing you with the blade in hand, he liked to play with his victims 

But you never seemed to flatter 

Eventually he didn’t really pose as a threat since you could absolutely beat him up and you knew every single trick he could pull 

And honestly you began to kind of enjoy his visit well once he gave up on trying to kill you that is 

You sat on your kitchen island, book in hand and coffee in the other. One might say coffee at 1:30 wasn’t a good idea in the slightest. But those were people who had intentions of sleeping.

You however, happened to be expecting some uninvited company. It was most certainly better to stay awake than to let him catch you off guard.

Almost on cue a muffled crash could be heard from your downstairs as well as the soft cursing from the black cloaked man. You smiled as you heard the heavy thudding of footsteps trailing up the staircase as the door was slammed open. Your smile flattered as you cringed at the sound. 

“Did you really have to slam the door?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at the clad man. 

“Well maybe I wouldn’t if I didn’t trip over your fucking plant.” he growled hastily swiping away at the dirt covering his cloak. You snickered.

“It’s not fucking funny.” he hissed roughly dragging the stool across from you out from under the table. 

You grinned, propping your chin up with your arm. “Really? I think it is” 

“You know I could slice your stomach open right now if I wanted to” he taunted waving his knife around. 

“You know I’ll kick your ass.” you retorted back to him. Your remark was met with silence from the ghost masked man in front of you. 

You stretched your arms yawning.

“Well this has been nice but I still have to work tomorrow.” he states as you push yourself from the island.

“See you tomorrow.” you smile waving at the masked man as he slips out the patio door.

“Yeah, see you.” he murmured. However he knew he’d be paying you another visit later tonight. And maybe this time he’d get you.

Gonna be posting more after this

#danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #dbd x reader #ghostface x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #slashers x reader #slasher oneshot #slasher headcanons

[ghostly-clown]

Slashers reaction to you fainting

This happened to me the other day (shout out to my friend thankyou for making sure i was ok) so might aswell write about it. And I am fine now, it wasnt anything serious

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For this scenario it's just gonna be just 'standing around and suddenly ur just no longer awake'

Includes the usual:

Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Vincent Sinclair, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt

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Jason Voorhees

- Jason will catch you as you faint and is put into immediate shock and concern

- he wouldn't know what to do, so he'll slowly lower you to the floor

- and he will not move from that spot until you wake up

- when you do wake up he's making you sit on the floor for a few minutes until your sure you're ok

- after that he's not gonna leave you alone for the rest of the day

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Brahms Heelshire

- he probably thinks you just suddenly died

- will start cpr, or a weird version of it like wrong number of compressions all done at an irregular pace

- after 10 seconds he would give up

- starts being all dramatic about you being "dead" via crying over your passed out body

- after waking up he would be happy your alive, but mad you would passout on him like that >:(

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Vincent Sinclair

- as if he didn't have enough anxiety already, you had to go and faint

- he would catch you and absolutely freak out and melt down

- would have an internal war about leaving you to get Bo or Lester and just staying with you

- after a solid minute you would wake up and he's still trying to figure out what to do, he's probably gonna faint from the stress now

- like Jason he would spend the rest of the day around you making sure your ok

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Micheal Myers

- he is more confused by the situation than worried

- he would try to wake you up via poking and moving your arm

- when that dosnt work he would get a little concerned

- he stops caring the second he finds you still have a pulse and are still alive, but he won't leave you

- after waking up he would continue doing stuff like that never happened, a truly caring soul <3

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Thomas Hewitt

- like others he would also be concerned but it'll slowly get worse the longer your out

- starts off just confused about what just happened and why

- starts getting concerned after you dont get up

- stress rises from there after you don't wake up even after he starts moving you

- when you do wake up it's immediate relief from him, he will be nervous for the rest of the day tho

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That was fun :)

#horror movies #slasher #michael myers #brahms heelshire #jason voorhees #vincent sinclair #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw the beginning #rz halloween #the boy 2016 #the boy brahms #friday 13th jason #house of wax #slasher oneshot #slasher headcanons #fainting #slasher sfw

[skylarsblue]

Can I request a reader Who IS deaf or blind and she have just met Bo by stopping accidently by Ambrose?

Im curious what kind of relationship would have those two and how It would develops.

~Regards

(I’m gonna be using Y/N despite my hatred for it, it’s just easier to fit into my writing style. Also, I kinda got wrapped up in this, I hope it’s alright still.)

Content Warning: Discussion of murder and asking for a fanbelt during a funeral.

Y/N tapped the cane on the dirt road she walked on. “Of course they left me. Bunch of...mmph.” She stopped herself from cursing as she felt the ground with the cane. Her cousin had essentially been forced to bring her with a group of friends, her cousins’ mother insisting on such. Margret, Y/N’s cousin, was always a bit annoyed by her presence, especially after Y/N had come to live with them. To put it bluntly, Margret treated her like a burden, the entire group did. Y/N said nothing about it. It wouldn’t have helped. They’d stopped off the side of the road when the sun was going down. Camping out seemed like a good idea, that was, until Y/N woke up. She had a new message on her Nokia, her cousin saying they had to find a town, but they didn’t want to wake her up. The text to speech describing a smiley face was more mocking than anything. So, she was left walking down a dirt road in the hot Louisiana sun, with only her dress, phone, and cane.

Y/N stopped when she felt her cane slide off rocks and she heard the sound of water. She lifted the cane up and tapped around a bit more. In the water was a stone, she lifted her sundress skirt and attempted to step on it. She felt around again, sighing when she managed to find another stone. The young woman took things slow in order to avoid slipping. She did a little jump once she felt the road again, mentally patting herself on the back for not getting her shoes wet. Y/N continued walking. On the bright side, wherever she was, it sounded rather peaceful. Clearly surrounded by trees, birds made sound and she could hear the hum of bugs in the heat, rustling of leaves in the slight breeze. It was a lot nicer to hear than the loud laughter of people who wanted nothing to do with her. While Margret was somewhat subtle with her discomfort with Y/N, her friends weren’t. They’d mutter and whisper little jokes and insults while she was near by. As if she couldn’t hear them. It wasn’t uncommon to Y/N, unfortunately. Typically, what she got was either pity or softly spoken insults. People would either snicker off to the side or talk to her like she was a frightened rabbit.

Being visually impaired wasn’t great, sure. It made a lot of things difficult, admittedly. Especially since the world wasn’t necessarily catered to the disabled. Finding things with braille writing was hard and having to find things based on textiles or audible sounds could prove difficult in certain situations. However, Y/N managed fine. She could handle herself fairly well, only struggling every once & awhile. So when people spoke to her like she was something fragile and easily frightened, it bothered her. But she tended to hold her tongue. She didn’t want to rock a boat when it wouldn’t fix anything, it was easier to brush it off most times.

The woman felt the ground begin to smooth out slightly. She could determine it was no longer dirt road and more like pavement now, old pavement though. She tapped a bit on the ground before she gasped at the feeling of something cold hitting the exposed part of her leg. She tilted her head down, listening for a give away. A jingle of metal and the light tap of claws. “Hello?” Then the sound of sniffing, the feeling of a lick to her hand. “Oh…oh hello, goodness you scared me. Who might you be.” She spoke softly, smiling a bit as she attempted to pet the animal. It allowed her too, leaning into her palm. Short but soft fur, floppy ears. There were specific dips in the face and the muzzle was a dead give away. “Oh I know this face. You’re a pit bull, huh? You a cute little doggie, hm?” Y/N’s voice picked up a little in pitch. She could hear the dog get more excited as it pressed its nose to the back of her hand.

Y/N crouched down and felt for the collar. She traced her fingers to the tags. “Okay….that’s a J. O. M? No, no that’s an N, S, E, annnd a Y. Jonesy? Is that your name, honey?” She laughed when the dog let out a low trill, something that could be confused for a growl. “Well that’s a lovely name. Say, could you lead me a little? I’ve never been here.” Y/N doubted the dog could really understand her, but she could use the jingle of the dog tags to lead her a little. It would help at least a little. So, when the dog walked forward, she followed, using her cane to keep track of the ground. Though she couldn’t see any of it, Y/N had entered a town, a small one. Charming, likely built to only hold a couple hundred people. There was the faint sound of church music, and as she moved closer, she heard the chatter of people. However, it made her frown when she could pick out her cousin’s boyfriend. Having no sight made a lot of her other senses more intense, her hearing being the main one she relied on. So, even though she was probably a few yard away still, she could hear what they said. Comforted by the presence of her new puppy friend.

“Look man, we really didn’t mean to interrupt, we didn’t know there was a funeral going on.” The young man said. Margret’s best friend, Destiny gasped quietly. “Guys, Margret’s cousin’s here.” She whispered quickly. “How the fuck did she manage- okay. Just, shh, be quiet.” Margret muttered back.

Y/N sighed to herself and stopped a few feet away. Margret’s boyfriend, William, cleared his throat awkwardly. “Basically, we found out we need something in our engine and our fan belt broke.” He said. Y/N frowned and rested both her hands on the end of the cane. “A fanbelt? Seriously? You interrupt a funeral for a fuckin’ fanbelt?” A new voice, masculine with a thick southern accent hit Y/N’s ears. It was pleasing but she could hear his frustration, understandable. She’d be pissed too if someone cut into a funeral because they needed something that could’ve waited. “We really didn’t mean too. We just…wanted to get it quickly, so we wouldn’t be leaving my cousin for too long.” Margret motioned awkwardly to the woman dressed in a sundress, a black & white dog at her side. “You see, she’s blind, and we didn’t want her to-“

“I’m blind and I waltzed my way down a dirt road for miles because you all left me. And I’m fine. For the sake of not making yourself look worse, don’t try and explain why you had a reason for interrupting a funeral.” Y/N sighed tiredly. “Sir, uh, wherever you are. I apologize for the intrusion they made. Please, by all means, take your time in the church. It’s important. More so than a fan belt.” She explained to the stranger patiently, hearing them sigh. “Don’ worry bout it. I’ll finish up here and I’ll meet y’all by the station.” He said. The group of young adults muttered awkward thank yous and apologies as the stranger walked back to the church. Y/N could feel eyes on her after the church door closed again. “We were gonna come back.” Destiny spoke. “Mhm.” Y/N replied lazily. “Let’s just go to the station and wait for the dude. If we piss him off he’ll probably rack up the bill a shit ton.” William replied. Y/N listened for the direction of their steps before she followed. She smiled to herself when she read the jingle of Jonesy’s dog tag. Glad the pup was still following her.

When the group was at the station, Y/N felt around and felt the gasp pumps. She sat down beside them in the shade. She could hear Margret, Destiny, William, and the other two college kids speak to each other around the station. She frowned when the sound of a bell gave away the fact one of them opened the station door. Going in without permission from the owner. Y/N felt Jonesy’s head rest in her lap, she stroked the dog’s ears gently. “These kids have no idea what manners are.” She whispered to the dog. It was about thirty minutes around waiting, much to the dismay of the group. Aaron & Dustin, the other two, had decided to break off and explore while the other three waited for the stranger to come back. Eventually, Destiny decided to follow them. Going to look at some ‘House of Wax’ that was supposed to be a tourist trap. Y/N remained quiet as Margret & William complained and flirted with each other, petting Jonesy in quiet. She managed to find peace in the sound of the breeze, the small snorts from the dog in her lap, and the continuous hum of cicadas. Despite the occasional snide comment William made at her expense. Even if it weren’t for that, Y/N would still call him an asshole, a jock type that peaked in high school, a cliché really.

“I see you found my dog.”

Y/N’s head tipped up at the sound of the stranger’s voice. That southern drawl causing a stutter in her heartbeat, more than she’d like to admit. “Oh, are they yours? They found me on the edge of the town. Felt the tag, I like the name Jonesy. It’s cute. They’re a pitbull, aren’t they?” She asked. The man chuckled. She hummed when he didn’t speak. “If you’re nodding, I can’t tell.” She said with a small smile. “Oh, uh, right. Yeah she’s a pit.” The woman chuckled under her breath at his stutter in confidence. “Don’t worry, people tend to nod as an answer on reflex, they don’t really think about it.” She heard him hum and step closer, then the shuffle of fabric. Probably crouching down to get closer to her. Y/N tended to speak softly with a bad habit of mumbling, he probably got closer to hear you better. “What’s your name, doll?” The pet name nearly made her squeak in surprise. She smiled instead and told him. “What’s yours?” “‘M Bo. Don’t ask what it’s short for, I won’t tell ya.” His response made her laugh again.

“Nice to meet you, Bo. I apologize again for the intrusion. My cousin Margret & her friends aren’t necessarily…considerate.” Y/N sighed. Bo adjusted his hat. “I picked up on that.” He replied. “Mind if I ask what they meant? Needin’ to get back to ya?” He watched her scoff and roll her irises. They were different, beautiful but fogged over. It was hard not to stare at them in fascination, though he was doing that with her entire face.

“Margret’s mother forced her to take me. They think I spend too much time in the house. I like being at home, cleaning & cooking in a familiar environment. Margret’s never necessarily liked me. She tries to keep it subtle but she fails miserably. Basically, I’m annoying. I’m a burden because I occasionally need someone to warn me about something in front of me so I don’t smack into it. Her friends don’t like me either. William’s the most blunt. This entire trip they’ve been whispering and gossiping about the fact I can’t see. I’m used to it, even if it’s upsetting.” Y/N took a breath before clearing her throat. “Anyway. We stopped to camp out because it was getting dark, when I woke up, they were gone. Margret at least had the courtesy to send me a message but that didn’t make me feel much better. So, I just started walking. Managed to find this place by chance.”

Bo’s brow furrowed. “They left ya because you’re blind?” He asked. Y/N shrugged. “Basically. I’m a burden to everyone because I need help every now and then, basically. It’s sooo fun.” She snorted. “I’m used to it. It’s more annoying than anything else.” Bo huffed. “I would be pissed off if I were you. Buncha asshole kids, if ya ask me. Where’s the rest of ‘em?” He asked. “Went snooping. Margret & William are in your station, because they’ve never heard of waiting. I overheard a little, apparent a guy gave them a tow and set their car into your garage. They said something about him being a “freak roadkill collector”. Which, again, assholes! Roadkill drivers are kinda necessary to keep deer bodies from blocking traffic.”

Bo quirked a bit of a smile. It was nice to hear someone refer to his brother, even if unknowingly, with some kindness. “Got’cha. Here, why don’t’cha come inside while I take a look, hm?” Y/N smiled softly. “That’d be nice. Uhm, mind helping me up? I don’t want to smack into something in front to a handsome stranger.” She grinned slyly. Bo snickered and stood up. He took her outstretched hand and Jonesy moved on que. He watched her set her cane in place. “Hm. Soft hands for a working man, you moisturize. Good man, a definite green flag.” Her comments managed to make him laugh, genuine oddly enough. It wasn’t easy to get that out of him. “I’ll keep that in mind. C’mon, let’s get you in the air conditioning.”

Y/N waited in the shop as Margret & William listened to Bo’s words. The occasional clang and clicking of him looking at the car parts. “New fan belt, your oil needs changed, you need coolant. That’s just three things I see from under the hood. When’s the last time you took your car in?” Bo asked the young man. William crossed his arms. “I know about cars.” He said. Bo rose an eyebrow and wiped his hands on a stained rag. “Not what I asked, bud. But whatever. I’ll fix those things, it’ll run you bout 100$ even, assumin’ nothin’ else needs to be done.” He said. Margret winced and placed her hand on William’s shoulder. “Ugh, fine. Just fix it.” Bo shrugged and turned, he heard the two young adults whisper to each other. He glanced at them, seeing them turned away from him.

“Just let him do it so we can leave. This town gives me the creeps.” Margret huffed. “I don’t need some redneck dumbass telling me how my car works.” William replied. Bo clenched his jaw, taking a glance at Y/N, seeing her frown. “You kids waltzed into a town and interrupted a church service, and this man is nice enough to still fix your car for a fair price, and you wanna insult him? Honey, get the city skyscraper outta your ass and be grateful. We’re in the South, he could’ve shot you in your city boy face by now.” The woman retorted.

Bo bit the inside of his cheek to fight the urge to grin. As much as he hated to admit it, this woman was funny. William grumbled something in response. “You can’t talk to my boyfriend like that!” Margret exclaimed. Bo watched it unfold. Y/N huffed and rolled her eyes again, he found it a bit funny she managed to put so much sass into two organs that didn’t even work. “I really don’t care.” She admitted. “You’re lucky we even brought you, Y/N. You could be stumbling around at home alone, smacking into things if it weren’t for us.”

Y/N laughed for a moment. “Margret, I’m blind, not incompetent. I can handle myself just fine. Cut your pity-bullshit, I don’t need it. Both of you, check your manners for gods sake. Is it just your age that makes you feel entitled to be little dickheads? Let Bo fix your car, if he even wants to at this point, so we can leave and let him do what he needs to do. At this point you’ve made this more trouble than it’s worth.” She scolded. She wasn’t that much older than them. The group ranged from twenty up to twenty three. Y/N rester at twenty eight, and for some reason that seemed to make a world of difference. Bo’s steps alerted them to him getting closer. “I can have it done in ‘bout an hour. You’re welcome to look ‘round while I work.” He explained. Y/N sighed as Margret & William agreed to leave the station, she followed, assuming the man wanted to be alone, understandably.

“Not you, dollface.” Bo’s voice made her stop. She turned to face him, a small smile gracing her face. “You want me to stay?” She asked with a head tilt. “Not everyday you get pretty and funny company in a ghost town.” The southerner said, she could hear his smug grin in his voice. She laughed quietly and stepped away from the door. “Mr. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re flirting with me.” Y/N replied. She stopped when she felt him in front of her, tilting her chin up confidently. “Depends, is it workin’?” She snorted. “Maybe a little.” Bo chuckled at her response. Internally, he cursed himself for enjoying it so much, her interactions with him were far more genuine than any usual tourist. This had happened a few times in the past, but certainly not to this extent.

She waited in the doorway while he worked on the car. They spoke about random subjects, ranging from music taste to hobbies. Flirting occasionally and casually. Admittedly, it helped Y/N’s confidence. And then somehow, the conversation dipped into personals. She learned Bo had two brothers, one being a wax sculptor and the other being the roadkill driver that towed the car there. She learned that Vincent, one of his brothers, was his twin. In return, Y/N told her about her family, how she came to stay with her cousin instead of on her own. Main reason being jobs weren’t easy to come by in her town. Bo looked at her and hummed curiously. “If ya don‘t mind me askin’, did you transition into being blind, or was it just…always a thing? Don’t answer if it’s personal.”

“Nah, I get asked that a lot. I love the way you worded it though, lot nicer than others. I wasn’t born blind, no. But my vision started going when I was pretty young. I was full blind by the time I was twelve, since I’m twenty-eight now, it’s been awhile. It was tougher back then than it is now, for sure. I manage fine now. It’s a bit of a struggle with certain things. I’m not allowed to drive, gotta walk everywhere. Gotta act like a bat to get around places that are unfamiliar. When people leave shit in the middle of the floor I’m more likely to trip than your average joe.” She snickered, leaning on the wall behind her. “My hearing and hands do me justice though.”

Bo hummed as he wiped his hands. He wasn’t fixing the car, unbeknownst to her. Rather stripping the smaller parts that he could manage to grab. “How’d ya manage to figure out Jonesy was a pitbull?” He asked. “Easy, pitties have a distinct face shape. And I came accustomed to that face shape easily. When I was younger, when I could still see, we had a pitbull. Even back then I would always rub his face. Pitties love face rubs. Humans? Not so much.” She chuckled. Bo hummed and walked a bit closer to her, shoving the hand towel into his pocket. “That’s right, you gotta feel someone’s face to get an idea of what they look like, huh? …why’d you call me handsome if ya can’t see me?” The brunet questioned. The woman shrugged. “Can just tell. Handsomeness doesn’t come down to faces for me, but if you want, I could touch my mitts all up in your grill.” She wiggled her fingers jokingly. Bo snorted. “Alright. Go for it, doll.” “You serious? Huh, people usually don’t agree to that. Alright, just warn me if I get too close to your eyes or mouth. I don’t wanna stab your cornea, have you end up like me.” She stepped forward. Bo chuckled and it gave her a cue as to where to stop.

She held up her hands. “Gotta guide me a little here, mister.” Y/N said fondly. Bo took one of her palms and brought it to his cheek. He wasn’t entirely sure why he agreed, maybe to get her closer, maybe out of pure curiosity. She rested her hands on his cheeks first, slowly and methodically rubbing her fingertips over specific features. “Sharp jaw, little scar. You been punched before, hm?” His snicker gave away the answer. “Defined cheekbones, you got dimples…hm. Scowl lines though. You got tension lines between your brows too. You’re an angry man, aren’t you Bo?” She asked bluntly with a sense of calm. “You tell that by some lines in my face?” The man asked. Y/N traced the plane of his cheekbone.

“Your face gives away a lot, even if I can’t see it. I’m not judging, but I can tell. You’re an angry man, quick to temper. I imagine it’s a case of you finding it easier to be angry than admit to other emotions?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. Bo ran his tongue over the back of his teeth. “Rather yell at something than feel weak. Better to be made of razor wire than blankets. And it’s easier to bark & bite than be vulnerable, especially when you’re sure people will leave you. Am I getting close?” Bo huffed and went to speak, not entirely sure what to say. It wasn’t like he could deny it. She was accurate, scarily accurate. “Hey, don’t get a frown, I’m not judging. I get it.” Y/N’s voice was still warm. Her face describing calm & understanding.

“How so?” Bo asked. “I don’t really show my anger, I get good at bottling up, but that doesn’t make it go away. Whereas you might yell, I think. And admittedly, sometimes my thoughts wander to…less than pleasant things.” Y/N admitted. She lowered her hand and it rested in his chest casually, he made no effort to move it away. “You think of hurtin’ people?” Y/N shrugged at his question. “Sometimes. …a lot of the time, more than I’d like to admit. People test my patience a lot. I’m quick to anger but people won’t ever see it. And it’s not like I can just admit to someone I’ve though about severely harming them.” She explained. Bo hummed. “The whole tough act you do? I get it. Even if I display my emotions differently. I’m not judging, just observing. Relating even.”

The brunet man gazed over her face again. Taking in each feature and blemish. “That cousin of yours, she ever piss you off that bad?” He stepped a bit closer. Y/N laughed and shook her head. “Oh, every day. I’ve come real close to losing it with her. Not to mention her friends. That little “outburst” where I defended your honor,” Bo chuckled at that. She smiled and continued. “I don’t do that very often. But they’ve been driving me nuts as of recent. Sometimes I worry, if I’m being completely honest, just how bad my brain gets.” She muttered. Bo tilted his head as he took her in. “How far? You talkin’ like you’ve thought of killin’ someone, dollface.” He replied. Y/N said nothing but stared up at him, despite not being able to take in any of his features. Bo let himself smirk. Not like she could see him. “You ever thought about it? Planned it maybe?” His voice was low, almost whispering. Y/N sighed before she nodded. “Not really proud of it. But sometimes I get close, too close for comfort. I’m really not into violence all that much, but when people treat me like some weight on their life, or talk to me like I’m some pathetic wounded animal? It really-“

“Makes you wanna show’em what you’re capable of.” Bo finished. Y/N exhaled and her shoulders dropped. “Exactly. You ever been that angry, Bo?” He chewed the inside of his cheek, enjoying how she said his name. “Felt that way today.” He admitted. Y/N hummed and gave a tiny laugh. “Believe me, I get it. It makes me laugh sometimes. Kids like William have no idea just how easily someone could get tipped off the edge, end up with a barrel aimed at the skull. Only takes about five pounds of force to pull a gun trigger, lot less straining than holding your tongue from calling him a bitch.” Bo laughed again. It was quiet, not wanting to admit she made him laugh. He hummed and tilted his head as he looked at her. “That’s how you’d do it, yeah? You feel like a shotgun type.” Y/N said. “You’d be right, doll. Quicker. My brother’s more of a knife type, quieter that way.” Bo admitted. He felt her mindlessly mess with one of the buttons on his flannel. “How would you do it?” He asked curiously. “Trying to get out my darkest secrets, huh, Bo? You gonna try and rat me out if I tell you?” She replied with a fond grin. “Nope. Just a curious and admittedly sadistic fella, wanna head what twisted shit the pretty lady’s thought of.” He replied. Y/N tucked her tongue into her cheek and hummed in reply.

“Charming.”

“I try.”

Y/N exhaled and tapped her fingers as she thought. “Well, usually they’re based on circumstance. Resourceful killings if you’d like to call them that. Drowning Margret in dish water. Pushing William onto a busy street after he kicks my fucking cane.” Bo felt his blood burn as she spoke through gritted teeth, seeing her loosen her jaw. “Had a dream with a wood chipper once.” She shrugged. “A wood chipper? You’d shove’em in alive or dead?” He pressed. “Whatever works. Dead either way, right?” Y/N replied. “Damn, doll. Makin’ me wonder if you’d even be sad if those kids ended up dead.” He was losing it now, the whole act, growing more and more into his genuine self. Someone sadistic & cruel. “Wanna know something, mister?” She asked him. Bo rose his hand to fiddle with her bracelet, feeling the softness of her hand still rested on his chest. “Tell a man, doll.” He replied. She leaned in and whispered quietly. “I could really give a fuck less.” She hissed sadistically. Bo’s breath silently hitched. “You’re makin’ it really difficult to imagine you leavin’, hun. Almost wanna keep ya.” The man said. “What? Want a house wife to aid in your murder plots? …that doesn’t sound to bad. I make a pretty good peach cobbler and I know how to play dumb.” She offered. Bo forced himself to remember to breath.

“Don’t sound that bad.” Bo said softly. Y/N chewed on her lower lip before standing up completely straight. “No. No it doesn’t…” She muttered. She jumped at the sound of a scream, feminine and guttural. She turned to catch the sound better before tilting back to Bo, wide eyed. “…and I thought you were kidding.” She whispered. Bo’s gaze sharpened. “You wanna take back your offer?” He asked slowly. Y/N didn’t move and she didn’t speak for awhile either. She heard the scream again. She turned to him fully, maybe a bit closer than she had stood before.

“No. No I don’t.” She said softly.

Bo chuckled, though a bit surprised. “I’ll show you to the house in a bit, how’s that sound, ay doll?” He asked. “I’ll be here.” She leaned against her cane. Her breath caught a bit when she felt a kiss be pressed to her temple, practically burning with a sadistic grin & a strange bit of sensuality, despite it being an innocent action. And for some reason…she enjoyed it.

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[fernweh-writes]

Oneshot or Headcannons of StuXReaderxBilly getting caught in school for a bit (👀) of PDA, would they hurry and finish whatever they were doing before a security guard comes or would they all scatter?

Love-Deacon❤️✨🌸

Dirty Little Secret

You were on your way to class when you felt a strong tug on your book bag, the offender dragging you backwards and into a dark supply closet. At first you were startled until you were pushed up against a warm chest that you could tell belonged to a certain tall and lanky guy. As your eyes adjusted you could somewhat make out the dark silhouette of Billy in front of you.

You glared at him, as though he could see you that well, and hissed, "Was dragging me in here by my bag really that necessary?"

Billy's hands slid up your hips to firmly grip your waist. You could basically hear the smirk on his face when he responded. "Of course it was baby, how else was I supposed to get you in here?" He was close enough to you that you could feel his warm breath on the side of your face.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe-oh."

You were cut off by the feeling of Stu's warm mouth on your neck, leaving behind light kisses and gentle bites. The feeling of his breath on your skin made goose bumps break out on your skin. You could feel the movement of Stu's chest as he laughed at you.

Before you could say anything else Billy pressed his lips to yours, gentle at first before it quickly became more passionate. You let out tiny moans as their hands trailed all across your body. Stu biting and kissing your neck while Billy bruised your lips, occasionally nipping your bottom lip.

All three of you were caught up in the moment, forgetting that you were in the supply closet of your school. You broke out of your reverie at the sound of heels clicking down the hall way and the jingle of keys in time with every step the teacher took. The boys heard it was well, Stu pulling you closer to him and away from the door as Billy slammed his hand against your mouth to make sure you stayed quiet.

You could feel Stu holding his breath as to not make anymore noise. Sandwiched between the two boys you could also feel how tense Billy was and how his heart beat had sped up slightly.

As soon as the sound of heels faded down the hall all three of you let out one in synch sigh of relief. Billy opened the door but grabbed your wrist before you could hurry to class. "We'll see you later tonight baby."

You smiled and as you turned to walk away Stu chimed in with a big smile plastered on his face, "Oh and by the way babe I might have left a hickey on your neck. Might wanna cover that up."

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[slasherstories123]

I've had this idea for a while but I can't write for shit😭 could you do RZ Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees with a s/o who's been with them for a while and just absolutely have their hearts and the slashers find the horrific sight of their s/o on the brink of death. The cause can be anything and Please have the s/o live I'm a sucker for happy endings❤️

Rz! Michael and Jason’s reaction to their s/o on the brink of death

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Rz! Michael Myers

Michaels cold manner came ever since he was in that sanitarium.

In this case, when he sees you nearly dying, he did things you’ve never seen him do.

You were sick. Very sick, and if you didn’t get medical help soon you’d die. When he came back he saw you on the floor.

The silent man stared at you for a few seconds before falling to his knees. Dropping the knife as he squeezed you for dear life. Michael didn’t know what to do, he can’t let you die. It won’t sit right with him, sure he kills lots of people but it doesn’t feel right to know that you’re dead. You’re kind to him, and cared for him like his mother did. He didn’t kill you and you accepted him. You looked up at him while letting out a bad cough. “Mike… when did you get here?” He didn’t move not let out any grunts in response. Grabbing on your shoulder when you tried to get up.

“I’m so sorry Michael… I didn’t want you to see me like this..” Thoughts raced through his head, he can’t go out like this, they’ll take him down and will think that he killed you. There’s only one option left…. He snatched his mask off, his dirty blond hair covered his face. You were taken back by the sudden movement but was too weak to do anything. He picked you up and walked out. He can’t drive, he doesn’t know how to. Michael’s used to walking, if he can walk all the way back to haddionfield, then he can surely walk you to the hospital.

Once you were taken into proper care, he left you there to heal, but would watch you from afar until you were free. He stayed by your side more after that happened. You didn’t mind, you couldn’t blame him either, for the first time in his life he was scared, scared of loosing you.

Jason Voorhees

One of his victims found out that you were on Jason’s side and got angry, stabbing you in the stomach before running off.

Once Jason saw it he was livid with anger, how dare they do that to you?! He didn’t stop until the guy was dead.

Once he did, he rushed back over to you, seeing that you took the knife out of your stomach, which in your case was a stupid move to do.

Jason freaked out as he looked around for something to stop the bleeding, he took his brown jacket off and put pressure on the wound. He was freaking out on the inside, trying to listen to what his mother was trying to tell him to do.

He tried his best to listen while making sure you were still awake, you didn’t dare open your eyes, but you did it for him, your eyes burned with tears. He felt bad. Luckily the stab wound wasn’t terrible, you just couldn’t move until the healing process was complete. You kept zoning out from time to time which made him tap your arm, begging you to stay awake for just a little while longer . He gently picked you up and took you back to the cabin you shared, now dealing with the wound with actual medical supplies. Then placing you on the bed.

Jason cared for your every need, and when there was nothing else left don’t him to do, he’d rest the side of his head on your stomach as his way of apologizing for letting it happen.

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[cherryskyies]

Somnophilia with The Grabber

The Grabber x fem!reader // some hdcs 

a/n: why is he so hot gn i haven’t even seen the movie yet and i'm still thirsting over him and upset at his lack of content. also probs not my best work simply because i do not know his character very well yet tysn 

Warnings: The Grabber himself is a warning, noncon, somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex, fingering (f.recieving), dry humping, probably a mistake or two. This is dark content, mdni. 

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You’d been so teasing earlier that day; sucking the egg crumbs off his thumb that he had swiped across your bottom lip, crawling on your hands and knees when he called you to him — watching him expectantly with those big doe eyes of yours.

God, you drive him crazy — whether you mean to or not.

When the thought crossed his mind; you sprawled out beneath him, body limp from the drug, eyes closed with soft moans leaving your mouth, he knew he had to try it. 

It was fairly simple. He had already made some rohypnol infused chocolates to use on boys for kidnapping, so all he needed to do was get you to eat one or two pieces — likely two, seeing as you, a grown woman, are much bigger than the previous boys he’s taken.

“Open up, doll.” The Grabber demands, voice as sweet as honey, gently placing the two chocolate tabs on your tongue. “Good girl, now swallow.” His thumb is still resting on your tongue when you close your mouth, lips wrapping softly around it as you begin to suck, allowing the chocolate square to melt and glide down your throat. Grabber releases a throaty growl, pushing his thumb the rest of the way, other hand gripping your chin – forcing you to look up at him.  “Playing a dangerous game here, bunny.”

He stays with you, watching as your eyes get heavy and your sentences turn to slurred mumbles, holding you against his chest and petting your hair as you continue to doze off, “That’s it, honey. Get some sleep.” And in hindsight, you should have seen the red flags, you should have fought against the sudden drowsiness consuming you whole — you shouldn’t have felt so safe and loved in The Grabbers arms.

As soon as you’re asleep, he wants to dive in – to wrap his large hand around your throat, using the other to slide your pink panties down to your ankles and stuff you full of his cock, but he doesn’t. He decides he wants to be slow, starting with those perfect lips of yours. 

The Grabber crawls on top of you, sliding a hand from your waist to your breast, teasing the soft nipple through your shirt until it's poking through, and finally, he brings his hand to your throat, pinning you down to the dirty mattress. “You’ve been so good for me,” He whispers, taking the soft flesh of your earlobe between his teeth. “My good girl, mine.” Grabber all but growls, leaving hickeys on the parts of your neck his hand can’t cover — which isn’t much. 

He can feel himself losing control as he begins to rut against your cloth covered pussy, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down — have they always been this tight? His boxers are all that’s left keeping him covered, save for his shirt, but it still feels like there is too much in the way; he needs to be inside you. 

With great resistance, he tears himself from you, all plans of being slow and savoring you flys out the window. His fingers trail down your body, pushing your panties to the side, allowing him to slip one, then two, fingers inside — he attempts a third, but there isn’t enough space and he finds himself hoping his cock will tear you open when he forces it in. “Feels good doesn’t it, Doll?” He asks, already knowing the answer is a yes with the way you’re moaning; mixed with snores and the occasional mumble. 

Your cunt swallows his fingers greedily, wet squelches emitting with each harsh thrust of his fingers; how he wishes he only gave you one tab, the desire for you to wake up and watch the mess he will make of you overwhelming his senses – next time, he decides.

He stops when he feels you getting close, retracting his fingers with a wet ‘pop’ as a thin trail of your slick follows. Grabber brings his fingers to his mouth, pressing them down onto his tongue to taste you; this is the closest he’ll ever get to heaven. 

You’re breathing heavily, wetness seeping through your underwear, but still you remain asleep, blissfully unaware. You miss the way he lines himself up with your entrance, the way his touch sets your nerves on fire. 

He groans, sliding the tip of his dick up and down your glistening slit, pressing in ever-so-slightly when he passes your needy hole. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” He sounds humored, like he’s won a bet you promised he’d lose. 

Growing impatient with his slow movements, Grabber begins to push inside, groaning when he hears you whine — the stretch is almost painful for him, but he can’t stop, not now when he’s finally got a taste. 

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[spookychick78]

Bo Sinclair One Shot

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI, Rough sex, Breeding, Slight CNC, language

It does get a lil fluffy at the end

Word Count: 2,115

You could feel him watching you from the doorway, arms crossed with that smug look on his face. He didn't believe for a second you were actually going to leave. You wouldn't. Then again, watching you stuff that backpack with such determination wasn't at all supporting his initial thought process. He let his gaze dip to try and meet yours, but you refused. Instead of giving him what you knew he wanted, you stayed completely focused on shoving everything you could fit in that bag. He let out laugh in disbelief and rolled his eyes.

"You gotta be kiddin' me," he muttered, "you're serious?"

"Yep," you said shortly as you struggled with the zipper.

"You think you can leave me?" He asked with that grin he wore when he was close to losing his temper.

"Yeah, I do," you said as you threw the bag over your shoulder and turned towards him.

He was deadly quiet as you walked up to him, glaring at you from underneath those dark brows of his. You went to push past him, but he wouldn't budge. You let out an aggravated sigh before you looked up at him.

"Come on, Bo. Don't make this harder than it has to be," you said as calmly as you could manage.

He let out that humorless laugh again as he looked you up and down, contemplating, "No."

"What do you mean no?"

He said nothing in response, he just kept glaring. You shook your head at him and forced your way past, though he didn't make it easy. You marched to the front door and flung it open only to slam it shut behind you. You knew better than to even try and take the truck, that would be asking for him to come and find you. You barely made it onto the driveway when sure enough, the door opened once more.

"You just gonna walk, huh? Where the hell are you gonna go?" He yelled after you.

"I'll figure it out," you yelled back, stubbornly.

You didn't quite like the silence that followed. Bo wasn't one to simply let things go. You quickened your pace when you heard his boots on the gravel behind you. Just before you could start running, he grabbed your arm.

"You're not leavin' me, (Y/n)," he said as he forced you to turn around.

"Let go of me, Bo," you said through gritted teeth as you tried to tug your arm out of his tight grip.

That only made him pull you forward harder. You slammed against him and immediately tried to push yourself off of him. You managed to get your arm free, but then he grabbed you by the sides of your shoulders and began to walk you forward.

"What the hell are you doing?" You said as you tried to keep your feet from moving, but the gravel gave you nothing to keep yourself grounded.

"I told you," he said through gritted teeth before he slammed your back against a tree, "you ain't leavin'."

Before you could protest he quickly grabbed you by your jaw and silenced you with a kiss. You pushed him off and went to slap him, but he caught your hand in his. He smiled, enjoying your attempt at fighting back. He looked down at your flared nostrils and damn near hateful expression, amused. You could see the idea forming behind his eyes. No, not this time, you thought to yourself. You wouldn't give in like he always seemed to make you do. It was that damn smile of his, every time, the way he got off on how angry you were and the way his eyes seemed to undress you in the most delicious way. You wanted to hate him for it, but hating Bo wasn't easy. It should have been, he was a stubborn, hot headed son of a bitch, but he loved you. You knew that, as toxic as it was.

It was like he had read your mind, sensed the slight hesitation being pinned by him had brought on. His eyes stayed with yours as he brought your fingers to his mouth. He kissed your finger tips as soft as he could manage and slowly moved down to your palm.

"Bo, what are you doing," you whispered as you tried to ignore the desire that was building between your legs.

His eyes seemed darker now, they always got like that when he was hungry for you and it never failed to make you weak for him. You felt his teeth graze over your skin and the sensation of his hot breath falling into your palm as he let out a chuckle at your question.

"Whatever I want," he said in an almost threatening tone.

Before you could protest any further he flipped you around so your cheek was pressed against the bark of the tree and your back to him. You felt his hand push it's way down the front of your pants while his lips left sloppy, hot kisses on the sweat drenched skin of your neck. It didn't take long for his fingers to find your weak spot. You didn't have to look at him to know that self satisfied smirk had appeared when he felt how wet you were for him. You silently cursed yourself when a whine escaped your lips in response to the sensation of his fingers twirling little circles around your clit.

"I hate you, you know that," you said through gritted teeth as you pressed harder into his touch.

"Really?" He said, his voice husky and breath warm in your ear, "I couldn't tell."

Another moan escaped you when he slipped one of his digits inside. Your fist clenched and pressed against the bark of the tree to keep steady as he pushed further into you. You needed more, but you refused to beg. You knew it would only fuel his already overblown ego further. He knew exactly what you wanted already, no matter what you'd said before.

"Want me to stop?" He breathed, that smirk glued to his face.

He knew you like the back of his hand, knew exactly what moves to make so that you couldn't refuse him. His question was only meant to irritate you, to remind you that no matter how mad you might have been you couldn't deny him. He started to remove his hand from your pants, which caused you to whine at the loss of friction.

"Goddamnit, Bo," you muttered.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you back against his chest, "Do you want me to stop?"

You knew you couldn't hide the blatant desire that had no doubt made its way to your eyes by now. You watched him read it, but still, he waited for your answer. He needed to hear you say it, needed to know you wanted him to fuck you senseless right here, right now. And you did. That's exactly what you wanted.

"Never," you breathed as your eyes flickered down to his lips.

It didn't go unnoticed. He let out that arrogant chuckle of his as his own eyes wandered to your wanting mouth.

"'Course you don't," he practically growled before he pressed his lips against yours hard as he could.

You barely even noticed your neck aching from the angle, all you could focus on was his tongue gliding over yours and how his teeth pulled at your bottom lip in an almost needy way before he pushed you back against the tree. His hands made quick work of yanking your pants down before he freed himself from his own. He snaked one hand around to your front again while the other aligned himself with your entrance. He wasn't gentle in the slightest as he pushed himself in and used the arm wrapped around you to pull you tighter against him. Once he had bottomed out you felt his head in the crook of your neck.

"Fuck," he breathed against your skin as if he was already in shambles at how tight you were, "if this is what you hating me feels like, keep it up."

A smirk had started to curve on your lips, but he was quick to put a stop to that. He pulled out just about all the way only to thrust back in, making your expression contort into an almost pained one, but you were far from in pain. You lived for the way he filled you up, especially in moments like this. You knew he was determined to remind you that only he could make you feel like this, to remind you that you were his and only his. Not much else compared to the way Bo fucked you after a fight. His passion for you was always at its peak when he was desperate to make you stay.

You felt his hand rest on your shoulder as he began his quick pace while the other resumed drawing those little circles around your clit. They were sloppier than before, far less calculated, but it was just what you needed. One thing you didn't hate was your own ability to make Bo crumble. You got off on it, the way he just lost himself in you. As if your body, your skin and your touch was the only thing in the world that could make him fold. He may have started with control in his grasp, but you could feel the power shift now. You could hear it in the way he panted in your ear, feel it in those circles that grew sloppier and sloppier with each thrust. You knew he was making that face you loved, his brows furrowed, mouth agape, his tongue practically hanging out of it as he watched where your bodies connected in awe. It brought you to the edge just picturing that blissed out expression of his and knowing you were the one that put it there. You tightened around him, hanging off of each circle he drew. That wave was just seconds from crashing over you and he felt it.

"That's it, baby," he panted out as he leaned in closer to your ear, made his thrusts deeper, "show me just how much you hate me."

He added just the slightest extra bit of pressure with his fingers and it had you melting, coating his digits in your juices as you came for him. Your body began to tremble as he continued his pursuit for his own climax, fucking you through yours. Your moans filled his ears and with your body clenched around him, he went over the edge. He let his head fall back as his hands squeezed your hips, there was no doubt bruises would form from how tight his grip was. He let out an almost animalistic growl as he spilled into you, filling you to the brim. His fist slammed into the tree just beside your face and he stilled inside you, breath hot and heavy against the back of your neck. You could have stayed like that for hours, bodies intertwined, listening to him struggle to regain his composure and fail to control his shaky breath.

"Shit," he breathed as he slid out of you, proudly admiring the sight of his seed dripping down your legs, "good luck leavin' me now."

You turned your head to see just how smug he looked with that crooked smirk pulling at his lips, "Sure as hell might be trapped," he said with a laugh.

"You're an asshole," you replied, struggling to keep the smile from your face.

He grabbed you by your hand and swiftly spun you round so you were pressed against his chest, "Sure am, but I'm your asshole. Probably for a good long while after that."

"Maybe that's exactly what I wanted," you said slyly as you stood on your toes to meet his lips.

He smiled into your kiss, "You're tellin' me you planned that? The fight, tryin' to leave, all for me to knock you up? And I'm the asshole?" He said against your lips.

"Maybe," you replied, "I'm smarter than you think, Bo."

"Or dumber," he teased.

He pulled back and lifted his hand to brush some of your now messy hair out of your face. His eyes had softened now and he took your chin in his hand.

"You coulda just asked, you know," he said as his thumb brushed your skin gently.

"It's more fun to piss you off," you said with a grin.

He shook his head with a laugh, "No shit."

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[imjustasillygirlwholikesgirls]

Sometimes bae is a hot blonde maniac who kills with her family

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