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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Jennifer Check+Inkubus x Reader || Oneshot

Plot: The reader from This imagine is turned human and Inkubus and Jennifer have a good laugh about it.

Warnings: Buckets of sexual references (Not the soft kind, either), and reader being INCREDIBLY CREEPY and murderous. Also use of holy water as a date-rape drug (Important to clarify there is NO RAPE though). I'm telling y'all- reader is not a good person here.

IT WAS SO FUN HAVING THE READER BE THE MOST FUCKED UP ONE OF THE GROUP FOR ONCE.

To be perfectly honest- he didn't notice them for the first half an hour. He was sitting in that diner for half an hour, in broad daylight, and he did not notice at all that the person at the register was - once, he guesses, - his most tough and slippery nemesis.

When he did, he was staring off into space- his eye-line leading somewhere near to her. She was talking with one of the other employees, when they made her laugh... and it was the laugh.

That damn- fucking- infuriating laugh that is just too irrefutably, irrevocably, unmistakably hers. Inkubus' eyes snapped into focus on the Barista, hair out of her eyes and apron tied not-quite-perfectly around their waist.

First and foremost- he was confused. Why on earth would a powerful demon like Y/N L/N have a job at a diner? And why didn't he notice them?

Surely he would've smelled the bitch-

His questions were answered when Y/N seemed to notice his stare prickling at the side of her face, and glanced over- and it was instant, the realisation. The way that their smirk didn't quite entice the same level of utter, supernatural allure was... plenty telling.

They were human.

"What?"

"How's that a way to answer the phone when an old friend calls?" Inkubus rolls eyes up towards the sky. He's usually quite lenient with Jennifer's... personality... its a novelty to him- But today of all days it would be just fantastic if she could just be a little simpler; Just a tad, because what he's calling for is too important. She's going to have to shut up for a second. "I have news- I found Y/N."

"... I actually thought you gave up months ago." She sounds unimpressed, and he resists the urge to sigh.

"I did- but I was getting a tea this morning, at a diner- "

"A diner?" Dear fucking God, he could practically hear her rolling her eyes. "You know they serve roadkill at those kinda places?- "

"You know what? You're just going to have to come."

"Huh?"

"I'm in Hartford, Connecticut. Find me- trust me, you'll want to see this."

Then he hangs up on her, and 2 thousand miles away a Succubus crushes her phone in her hand out of frustration- then groans, gets up, and starts packing.

The next couple of days are oddly quiet, for you. Honestly you expected Inkubus to grab you on the walk home one night and leave you dead for page six- but no. You've been left totally alone since he saw you, perfectly safe... your days have been disgustingly mundane.

And that only means one thing, you've decided.

The bastard called Jennifer.

Hm... if only you had foreseen a move like that... oh wait you did.

The other two don't know it, but a storm is coming there way if they set foot back in this diner. You actually hope they do come. Then you get to-

"I'll have one large Chamomile tea." You hear suddenly, and your neck practically snaps as you look up from the bench that you were wiping down- to him. He's alone, and he looks neither dangerous nor ignorant... you're not sure what to make of that. But nevertheless- this is perfect.

Keeping the smug look clean off your face somehow, you straighten up and tilt your head to the side attentively. "Milk, sir?"

"No thank you."

No- thank you, baby.

Fighting off a smirk now, you nod and put the order through the machine before making it yourself.

Several hours and many many chamomile teas later, the door opens once again and you manage to catch the familiar smell of Jennifer Check's sweet perfume even with your inferior human senses as clear as day.

You meet her excitedly at the register, holding onto the bench on either side of your hips and facing her wuthering glare easily- you’re human, yes, but the fear has not set in yet. Definitely not regarding your own would-be victims. The shame would be too much and you’d probably go into cardiac arrest.

“I figure you want to talk to me?~” A smirk graces your lips then, testing her with your eye contact. Will she try to scalp you right here??

You’re amused to find, though, that she doesn’t take the bait. She’s all business- you like that. “Yeah, no shit.” The roll of her eyes is deafening, and you must close your own for a moment to just focus on restraining yourself- holding in your moan. Fuck… if only… The mental images in your head are colourful, more then damp, and kinda depraved. Finally after a long moment, you manage to shake your head of those naughty succubus thoughts and point the way of your idiot manager.

“You’ll want to talk to her. And honestly,” Lowering your voice, you lean over the cash register conspiratorially to Jennifer. “She could do with a good fingering, if you ask me.” You wrap it up with a wink, the kind that's not subtle at all and causes your lips to part, before popping back onto the heels of your feet and grinning all-cute.

For a moment, Jennifer just looks at you- a scowl on her face that sure is stuck there as she stops to take you in as you are now. Your messy hair, which is suddenly genuine and not carefully orchestrated- Your outfit that still looks good but doesn’t cause quite the same supernaturally powered bodily reaction as it used to - succubi and incubi can feel the arousal their own kind cause, but they can withstand it, - - and everything else that shames you nowadays… You give a sigh. “Jen, honey, if you keep staring at me like that then I’m gonna get wet- I don’t quite have the endurance I used to.”

At that, the bitch finally looks away, making a gross sound and going to sweet talk your pretty manager. Meanwhile, you lean forward on the front bench, your elbow digging into the bench behind your wrist and hand holding up your face, and gaze over at Inkubus watching the whole thing from a booth in the back. You wave, and flash a flirty wink.

He rolls his own eyes and immediately looks back down to his newspaper.

It takes Jennifer less then a minute to get your boss to grant you your break, but then she demands the most complicated fucking drink that she could think up from you- so it’s a lot longer before you actually get to sit down. When you finally do, handing Jennifer her incredibly douche-y drink, Inkubus another of his plane-jane ones, and picking up your own from the platter, you let out a deeply relieved sigh and lean back against the sticky leather. “Ohhh, my god... I’ve been on my feet for the last eight hours. And my shift’s not even over- can you believe it?”

“What makes you think we’ll allow you to complete your shift?” The incubus asks from across the table, not sparing you a glance away from his tea, which you find rather annoying.

Still, you let it go; Straightening up cheerily in your seat and putting on a show. “Oh- allow me? Forceful, sir. I like it- you know, for two people who claim they don’t want me, you sure hand me a lotta good material for the nights I'm all alone just me-myself-and I!~”

Jennifer narrows her eyes at you, also from across the table with him- neither had wanted to sit next you. “Tell me you don’t jack off to us- “

Inkubus holds up a hand to her. “Its best we don’t know…” You think you were pretty clear that you do, but if you have to be more graphic- you can!- Before you can even make sound, though, he's pointing that hand your way. “Don’t say a word.”

Oh well. You shrug, taking a sip of your lovely hot drink. “Anyway… Woah- “

The succubus is suddenly next you, veeery close- sniffing you. Her hand goes around your upper arm - because, of course, if she chokes you, you would like it too much, - to hold you still and her nose goes into your neck. Its not a totally comfortable situation for you… but you could live with it. Relaxing easily in her hold, you happily let her do what she’s got to. But oh, when she’s finished, you give her the most lust-clouded look you can muster; Eyes half lidded. “Was it as good for you as it was fo- “

“Ugh!” She cuts you off, letting you go roughly and turning to Inkubus. “Its true, though. They’re fucking human.”

“I told you… “

“So, we’re gonna kill them, right?”

“I could think of a few more satisfying ways to do away with them… “

“Hm, I thought of a few myself on the plane ride over.”

“... -If I could intervene,” You start, not waiting for a yes or no before your whole demeanour goes swiftly from talkative, happy-go-lucky seductress to dangerously focused quite abruptly, as you shift your sharp gaze between them. “… You guys could kill me, lock me up, rip my limbs from my body, whatever it is you’ve got cooked up… but it won’t matter. The worst thing possible has already happened to me. Its been done.” You lean back against the booth, gesturing to your now very weak, human, carcass of a body. “I’m basically dead. So go ahead… mutilate the corpse, it wont matter. The best revenge has already been taken, and you know it.”

And they do- its clear on their faces. For a moment they just sit there, in silence. The realisation that someone got to you first, with better tools then they can even comprehend - what could even do this to you?? - dawning on them and the silence becoming deafening as frustration hangs over their heads.

You got what you deserved but they didn’t.

You’re just revelling in their torment, when suddenly and quite unpleasantly on your end- they both burst out laughing.

Immediately you drop your cheek into your hand, elbow propped up on the table between you all to wait out the obnoxious sound they’re making. You knew this was a possibility, that they would laugh at you and your predicament instead of being adults about the whole damn thing... but you had hoped they wouldn't. This really is humiliating. Really, how immature?

Admittedly- you find this to be worse then if they’d killed you. Sighing, you try your best to ignore it; Gaze travelling around the room. Some people are staring at the two obnoxious, sexy chuckleheads at your table- including your boss, who you give a wink towards; Like you aren’t being humiliated. Then you sigh, and turn back to them with a deadpanned look on your face. “Okay, okay… that’s enough! Don’t you think?”

They don’t. Its at least 3 more minutes before they calm down and slow down to drunk little giggles over this. You’re staring at them, still deadpanned, as Jennifer brushes her hair back with a sigh, and Inkubus wipes a tear out of his eye. God, if you had the strength, you would crush both their skulls with a Louis Vuitton kitten heel. “… Done?”

“For now… “Inkubus quips, sheer joy still stealing through his voice and its very odd.

The next moment is filled with silence, as you all just calm down. Taking a deep breath in afterwards, you let go of your rage and pick up your drink. Best to move on; You’re still on top- they just don’t know it. Besides, by the looks of things, you still need a little more time. “How did you two even find me, anyway?”

They both sort of... shrug, and you raise a brow, curiously at it. “Not quite sure… I honestly just popped in for a drink, and there you were. So I called Jennifer- “He cuts off, when he sees you make a sour face.

“You two use the call function?? How old are you?”

Jennifer sighs, causing an amused grin to slip across your face once again. Inkubus looks away while she talks, slightly irritated like they’ve discussed this before. It’s really quite endearing how close they are- it’s not often demons make friends like these two. And, likely, its you who brought them together… you like that. “I tried to teach him how to text, but he types like an old person- slow as fuck, and he adds ellipsis at the end for some fucken reason- And I’m 31, for your information.” She snaps, making your eyes blow open wide, slamming your cup back down onto the table.

“Wait, really?? Wow… “Hovering your drink close to your lips once again, you smirk- half pleased with yourself. “Kinda feel like a cradle robber, now.”

She rolls her eyes up into her skull. “You never stop.”

“No.” You don’t.

“Anyway- “Inkubus pipes up, but you quickly hold up a finger, and he stops.

“Ah- sorry, handsome, I’m not done yet.”

“Oh, joy.”

“Hmm… “Assessing them both, one at a time, you take a moment. Timing… is… everything… “Well, if neither of you are going to ask, I’ll go ahead and explain what I need to explain, myself.” Straightening up in your seat, hands cupped around the warmth of your drink, you start. “I’m sure you both could infer yourselves, that, as much as I like you both- you aren’t the only two demons I’ve made a bit mad at me. Dozens of not-so-little, not-so-red, not-so-pointy-tailed devils are going to come for me from all over the place as soon as they realise what’s happened to me- not everyone has been so good at fighting their desire for me, as you two have.”

They look at eachother, and you can read it clear as day on their faces- Is this bitch going to ask them for help??

Yes, yes you are. Oh, they’re so smart. How you love them- “What I’m saying, is- well first of all, that deep down we all know you two like me. Let’s not pretend like you don’t, okay? It makes you look dumb.” As those blunt words sink in, Jennifer smiles and holds up her middle finger to you- and you love it, but your focus is on Inkubus as he drains the remainder of his 15th tea, not including the 3 he had the other day. “And second of all- since I have, what, 40-50 years left, I have a last request for the two of you. Aren’t you lucky?”

Inkubus sets the cup down again, but theirs a tremble to his hand. The movement isn’t as smooth as it should be, and your heart starts racing in your chest.

Hopefully they don’t notice that, but no matter really. You’re sure you could just play it off as your aching desire for the two- they are rather malleable. Opening your mouth to ask what you want, you only get half a breath in before Jennifer’s cutting you off.

Rude- “Yeah- we can all see where this is going, psycho. We’re not gonna be your supernatural bodyguards- I came here to throw your weak ask body down a fucking Well so shut up, and- “

Then, abruptly, the man across from you both slams his head against the table and stays there. A tiny, self-satisfied grin slips across your mouth as you look down at him, before turning slowly to Jennifer; Tucking some hair carefully behind your ear.

“The fuck!?”

“Oh my god,” You start, unbelievably jazzed at how that worked out! “Thank god for seedy diners!- and also for holy water.” Shrugging, you drag the cup that once had chamomile tea made with distilled holy water and no milk, away from the fallen demon. “Figured it’d have a delayed reaction in his system, ancient bastard that he is, but I endured. I plied him with it, and plied him with it… that was amazing timing, though. Really, I couldn’t have planned it better. It’s the good stuff, too, after all- I fucked the corrupt priest that made the goody-two-shoes priest, bless it. I wouldn’t go through all that trouble for sub-par holy water, cuz let me tell you, he had a sm-all penis- “

“Shut up! You psycho!” A giggle comes over you at that beautiful girl calling you such a thing once again- fuck, does it make you ache. “The hell is wrong with you? I could snap your neck like a candle right now.”

“Oh, I know.” You assure her, because you’re quite aware of that fact- which is why you planned this. “… But now you know how easy it is for me to drug one of you. I don’t need special powers to hurt you, I’m a lot older than you honey and much cleverer. And, side note- the thing that did this to me? It was a potion. So… maybe you’d like to hear my proposition out now? Yeah?”

Jennifer is wide eyed, and you love it. She clearly wants to wring your neck, but that’s too bad. She knows you’re on top, now. Her eyes slip back to Inkubus, and you sigh. “He’s going to wake up, doll; Don’t freak- I would never kill one of you. Never! You’re my favourites. Which is why I’m asking for your help! Now… I feel like we should discuss terms.”

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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For the fic sentence thing, I thought of these sentences for different characters (you don't have to do all of them of course, I wanted to give you a choice and also not flood your inbox more than I already have 😅 I hope that's ok. Though if it isn't, you can just ignore this)

Norman Nordstrom

He found it amusing when you, gently, ordered him to sit down while you made tonight's dinner, as if he hadn't been living on his own and caring for himself all these years.

Freddy Krueger

You were just walking down the halls of the very familiar boiler room, an amused smile on your face as you felt the air behind you shift erratically, right where you knew that Freddy was 'sneaking' behind you.

Jennifer Check

"Are you sure I need all this?" You asked as your friend added more cosmetics to the shopping basket, "I don't wear makeup that often anyway... Wait, are you using this as an excuse to shop for your own makeup?"

Inkubus

You did find him pleasant company, really! Even if he did look at you... That way... But it's not like he was anything more than a charming- albeit way too smooth- guy you knew.

Slenderman:

"You stress yourself too much." You state- not in a playful tone that would imply you had other things in mind, but a genuinely concerned and slightly frustrated tone, "C'mon, let's get a cup of tea, or take a walk through your forest. You love your forest!"

Chick Hicks (Human)

"Wow, your car is pretty impressive." You commented with a smirk, before leaning against the front of the car foxily, "Do you use it for just the races, or can you make use of it on your downtime too~?"

Randall (monster or human, you decide)

'Really? He has to bother me on my lunch break too?' You thought while rolling your eyes once Randall approached you.

Psycho Weasel (human or toon, you decide)

Everytime without fail, whenever his friends managed to 'bring' you here, those crazy eyes of his would follow your form no matter where you went.

Cruella De Vil

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard that song- the only successful song Anita's spouse had managed to write, that was about her- and you singing along with it on the radio.

Ok I better stop here. Holy moly, it was harder than I thought to configure 1 sentence for a whole narrative XD

But anyways, even if you don't write these (which is totally fine!) I hope you at least got a kick out of these sentences ^^

These are great sentences XDD Much better then the ones I added!! 🤣🤣🤣 Thank you so much, these are fantastic prompts to work with!! I did them all- because- I couldn't resist XD

Also most of these exceed the sentence limit by one or two 😅Sorryy...

As if he hadn't been living on his own and caring for himself all these years. With Norman Nordstrom

He found it amusing when you, gently, ordered him to sit down while you made tonight's dinner, as if he hadn't been living on his own and caring for himself all these years.

So he did not sit down, he instead followed your footsteps into the kitchen- so silently, apparently, that you did not hear him. You jumped under his touch when he found you at the stove, and wrapped his arms around your middle; Tucking his chin over the top of one of and watching unseeingly, silently, over one of your shoulders.

You quickly relax under Norman's familiar, strong touch though, and feel the warm and fuzzies envelope you just like his arms that you know perfectly well could hurt you so easily- but instead make you feel safe. With a gentle smile, you just continue to cook the steaks and the broccoli, listening to the sizzling sounds with him and relaxing against his warm body until they're good and cooked, and you turn your head to whisper to him how its done and he can wait at the table if he wants.

"No," he just says, gruffly, turning stubbornly to collect plates and cutlery for the both of you. "Not leaving."

Right where you knew Freddy was 'sneaking' behind you. With Freddy Krueger

What is he doing??? you ask yourself, exasperated and bemused at your doofus' antics and almost tempted to ignore him- he's been hiding from you for hours, only giving you a sense that he's near every now and then to keep you on your toes as you wander the maze of a boiler room... just like this. You shouldn't turn around- you shouldn't play right into his hands- his games... but god damn it, you cant help it!!

"Fredd- oh for fucks sake, get your burnt ass outta the shadows, I am not gonna fall for this again you toothpick-fingered, melted-cheese-face looking- "You're just building up to call him a bitch, when you turn back in the direction you were walking again and come face to face with the smug, smirking bitch. It takes your breath away, surprised at the sudden appearance. "- Oh."

"Yeah,... oh."

Wait, are you using this as an excuse to shop for your own makeup? With Jennifer Check

"Needy, am I using this as an excuse to shop for my own makeup?" Jennifer asks, not even paying a whole lot of attention to your concerns, even as she picks up your hand and draws a cute little heart on it with a tube of tester lipstick.

Needy, the one pushing the trolley, gives a tight smile, a tired sigh, and a blunt nod to you as you stand there with your hand stuck in Jennifer's grip.. "Yeah, she is."

"... oh you bitch- You do not get to share our curly fries when we hit the food court."

Even if he did look at you... That way... With Inkubus

You did find him pleasant company, really! Even if he did look at you... That way... But it's not like he was anything more than a charming- albeit way too smooth- guy you knew.

... right?, you think, looking hopefully at the little adorable koi fish in the pond you're kneeling next to; awaiting guidance from them. "I mean- I'm too busy for a guy," You whisper this part out loud followed by a very nervous chuckle, sprinkling a few food pellets to the fish as offerings. "So... I can just ignore this- him- cant I?? Surely... "

Feeling crazy, talking to koi, you give a frustrated sigh and lay down in the grass beneath you by the pond; Closing your eyes and trying to clear your mind of thoughts... about him... him... aghhh!

Little do you know, of course, Inkubus is there right then, with you- leaning against the side of a tree just out of sight, and thinking how abominably adorable you are... thinking you could ignore him.

C'mon, let's get a cup of tea, or take a walk through your forest. with Slenderman

"I don't have time for a cup of tea," he snaps back, the tentacles on his back practically flying they flick around so much; The irritation clear in his body language. "I have some teenagers to kill."

"You wont kill Jeff and Liu... they're too valuable as manual labour- you need them."

"Oh no I don't- I have you."

The way your jaw absolutely drops, at that, causes Slender to stop his flicking for a moment - if only a moment, - and release a sound somewhere akin to a low, staticky, inhuman chuckle.

Foxily. With Chick Hicks This is a prequal to his section in This Smexcerpts post.

"I can use this whenever I want! Why, baby?" Chick swaggers up to you, setting his feet on either side of yours so his body is right up against yours and he's looking down at you; a mischievous look on the older racer's face that just matches the twinkle in yours, "Didja have an offer for me?"

You know this is probably not a good idea - Chick Hicks does not have the best reputation, and he seems to act just like how the tabloids show him, unlike the other racer's you've met today, - , that you should just finish flirting with him and leave it at that- let that be the story you tell when you're searching for bragging rights... But his warm body against yours sets you alight and you desperately want this man, now; Any way that he'll have you... take you... use you.

So, flashing a dangerous smirk, you slither your arms up over his chest to link around the nape of his neck, playing with the short, brown hair there. "Hm, no~... Do you have any for me?"

He has to bother me on my lunch break too? With Randall Boggs *Note- This one is linked up to This set of Dark Drabbles. I feel like that may be what you were going for??? I dunno, but there it is, now XDD 😅

'Really? He has to bother me on my lunch break too?' You thought while rolling your eyes once Randall approached you.

Ugh... Pouting, and feeling sick to your stomach now because he's back and he's taking your hand in his as he sits down next to you, and he's so close... you can feel his breath on your face as you huph and lower your lunch; Defeated. "Do we have to do this now?? I really wanted to enjoy this rot dog... "

He gives a chuckle, eyes flickering to the paperwork in front of you that you were gonna do while you ate- like he's entitled to know what you're up to- like you're truly in a relationship with eachother. "Sweetheart this is lunch, this is exactly when I'm gonna get cosy with you- get used to it, and maybe eat when you get home if I really turn you off your lunch... "

Eyes downcast, you cringe in on yourself, away from him. "... I want you to leave me alone, Randall... "

"That's not going to happen, doll, so keep quiet and give me a smile~ "

Those crazy eyes of his would follow your form no matter where you went. With Psycho Weasel

Every time without fail, whenever his friends managed to 'bring' you here, those crazy eyes of his would follow your form no matter where you went.

Greasy disgusted you- he would take great pleasure in being the one to hold you down while one of the others tied you up; With the canvas bag over your head you couldn't really see whoever it was touching you... but Greasy had his calling cards, including wandering hands and groping.

Smartass hurt you ears, yelling at you, and yelling at the others too.

Then Stupid was a real problem- once he got a hold of you, you were not getting away.

Wheezy stank, and if you ever got lung cancer you would blame him, but to be truthful he never really went near you- his problem was staring, those slate grey eyes would make you feel cold just feeling them on you... but still, they were nothing compared to Psycho.

He was the one you worried about, the one that caught your attention; the way he looked at you, but never ever came close to you, was different... you kind of wanted him to come near.

The only successful song Anita's spouse had managed to write, that was about her. With Cruella De Vil

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard that song- the only successful song Anita's spouse had managed to write, that was about her- and you singing along with it on the radio.

When you turned to look over your shoulder and see Cruella standing in the kitchen doorway, the words to the song die on your tongue- your hands no longer washing dishes. Quickly though you switch that shocked look on your face in with an awkward, yet smug grin; Giving a jaunty little shrug. "Its catchy- and so true."

For a good moment, she just sneers at you; Looking like she's about to snap for your insolence in her own home... then her eyes disappear up into the back of her skull in that cool, intense way you love- quite used to your insolence (Sometimes, its a good thing after all). "Whatever- I'm just too busy to worry about the influence Rufus' dumb little tune might have right now-- Did my package arrive at all, today, or do I need to pay that postal office a visit?"

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Moodboard for the Reader in this Oneshot:

💕🖤Jennifer Check+Inkubus x Eviller!Reader🖤💕

Just because I love this Oneshot and why not? ^^

#Moodboard #Reader Moodboard #Horror Villains #Horror Villains x Reader #Jennifer Check #Jennifer Check x Reader #Inkubus #Inkubus x Reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Freddy Krueger+Jason Voorhees x Manipulative!Cruel!Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You’re infamous in this universe (The Leslie Vernon universe. All Slashers exist, they’re kinda like legends/celebrities), for fucking with both Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger. One of them just wasn’t enough for you. You needed love and sex (And neither one was going to give you both).

Obviously it all went up in flames when they found out about eachother, and even though nowadays you live in your own self-built prison to protect yourself from their wrath, you retain that it was fun while it lasted.

Long story short though- they find you.

Warnings: Cheating (Reader. Really, reader is terrible 😅 ), almost dacryphilia? (Again, reader. But I wouldn’t put it past Freddy either- just not here), guns (Reader and Freddy), gun wounds (Jason), violence (Reader… ) and attempted murder (Freddy and Jason).

I love writing reader into a terrible person. If you'd like to read more of the reader being evil- I recommend this work! 😈 :

Oneshot: Jennifer Check+Inkubus x EvillerReader- Turned human.

There’s a knock at your door not 15 minutes after you ordered Chinese food, and it makes you suspicious. Watching the door, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pulled taught in a firm line, you think- Your food shouldn’t be here yet… Who the hell is at the door?? After a few moments, they knock again and you swiftly get up off the couch. On your way to the door, you listen out intently for any noises outside, but all you hear is tapping- like someone really impatient is waiting out there.

When you get to the door you rise up to your tip-toes quietly and peak through the little peephole, damning the way your bones creak at the motion.

On your porch is a boy, you realise. Well, a man- but recently a boy. No one you’re interested in, either way… you like a little more, in men. This one’s too plain for your tastes. And on top of that, he’s not carrying a bag of fried rice.

Ugh… You open the door anyway and lean against the frame; Assessing him lazily with bored eyes. “Hello? Can I help you?”

“… Y/N??” The fact that he knows your name has you standing straight again, ready to slam the door in his face. You dont even give DoorDash your real name, and you have as intimate a relationship as you can have with an app, with that one. And he also looks far too pleased to see you. “Y/N L/N??”

“Uh, no, the bitch moved last year.” You attempt to lie, thinking maybe he doesn’t know what you look like. It’s worth a try, anyway. Shrugging, you cross your arms, leaning casually against the doorframe still. “Whore stopped paying her rent, so I had to kick her out. What do you want with the skank?”

“Really?? Cuz you uh, you fit her description to a T. A little older I guess, but- “

WHAT!? “Excuse you??” Older??? You are still hot as hell, thanks very much- “- Uhh, I mean… “Your face is tight as you force a smile against your cheeks, one hand on the doorhandle so as to shut it on the little twirp as soon as possible. “Well I’m not her, so… off you go. Goodluck. Thanks so much for coming by~ … “Not.

Having decided that this less-than-pleasant porch conversation is over, you try to close the door and lock it- but the guy reaches over and puts a hand on it to keep it open. Your jaw drops, surprised at the utter gall, wondering whether you should pepper spray him… when you notice the desperation on his face. It makes you pause, at least, and narrow your eyes. What is this?

“Please, Ma’am. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Okay now you’re not liking that look in his eye at all. Too excited, too pleased. What does he want?? You’ve had people track you down for all sorts of reasons before. As bait for Jason and Freddy or to sacrifice you to them, as well as to fuck you, to kill you themselves, to interview you, to ask you to kill them (There are some real freaks in this world, you came to learn over the years after what happened), and a million other crazy things that you… well, that you did actually cash in on sometimes, like the guy that wanted you to wear one pair of socks for 3 weeks at a time and then mail them to him for money, and a girl that wanted your old make-up for a good price also- and- what?! You hit hard times! The point is, you don’t like the looks of this guy and your panty-selling days are behind you.

He’s leaning so hard on the door to keep it open that when you abruptly sigh, and let it go, he falls forward into your home and only just manages to catch himself before face-planting into your carpet. “Fine, what do you want? It has been a while since a fan put in the work and found me… maybe I’ll get a laugh out of it.”

“Fan??” Oh, you don’t like the way he says that. Like it’s an utterly insane thought. Narrowing your eyes at him, though, gets him to buck up as he stands up straight again and shakes his head damn quickly. “No no! Yes, I mean, I’m a fan- a huge fan!! I just meant- you’re a goddess, to me. I’m more like a… a devoted. God- this is so exciting- meeting you! Y/N L/N! Wow. You’re just- even more beautiful than the articles say!”

Okay… he’s growing on you. Making up for that ‘older’ comment, before. A little.

You close the door behind him and lock it. Of course, he can still get out- that’s not the point. Your front door just always has to be locked. You learnt that the hard way the year that the Sawyers found you and those inbred freaks tried to take you on Jason’s behalf… Now your door is made of 6 inches of steel- not even that skin mask wearing loser can get through it with that puny chainsaw of his. And it must be locked. “So… what’s your name?”

“Leslie Vernon.” He says it with pride, like you should know it. When you just look at him blankly after, he deflates slightly. “I’m an up-and-comer!”

“… an up-and-comer?” You blink, very confused. What is this strange boy on about…?

“I’m gonna be a Slasher.” Leslie explains, and you just look at him even more dubiously. This one is a few sandwiches short of a picnic, that’s for sure- “One of the big ones. Like Jason and Freddy- I’ve been working hard for a while for it- and its finally gonna happen in a few weeks. Even got a camera crew to document it!! That’s why I’m here actually-” Okay no, you’ve heard enough.

“If you think for one second that I’m gonna be in your little movie, you are out of your damn mind, kid.” Didn’t he see your door? You do not play around with personal safety, here. If ‘Frason’ found you, you would be skinned.

And you have honestly spent too much time spreading honey and avocado and mud across your face with a stick to let it go quite so easy. Ugh, you can feel a headache coming on…

“No no! I was hoping you’d- you’d maybe… know how to find them. Like, how do I get Krueger’s attention?”

“Fishnets always did it for me.” You sigh, rubbing your temples. Through the pain in your brain, you try to think- what to do with this guy? Would anyone miss him if he just disappeared? “Also he’s got this weird thing about pigtails… “

“Where’s crystal lake?”

“Oh, yeah, you just go down Momma’s Boy Lane and then take a short cut through celibacy territory and you’re there.”

“Aww, gimmie something!!” He whines and oh- lord. You could smack him for it. The sound only makes your head feel worse, and its unbelievably obnoxious. This here is why you never had kids! - “You’ve got something I know it. I think they’d be some great colour for the movie, and if you could just, y’know, gimmie a hint- cuz you’re, you know, the Freddy Krueger-Jason Voorhees expert- “

The words stop abruptly when he notices that you’re not really listening, anymore… you’re giggling. The pain turned into delirium pretty quickly when he said their names, and it gets worse fast- turning into raucous laughter, the kind that bends you back and draws tears to your eyes. You’ve got a sweater paw covering your contorted face and muffling the noises but it’s not too helpful making Leslie thinking that you’re any less crazy, really. Which is fine; You are a little crazy. It’s okay; You’ll own it. After all, you earned that crazy. “You want… oh my gosh,” You’re struggling to speak as the cackles start dying down, because they keep bubbling up again when you try to talk. “You want… fuck, sorry sorry!!- Haha!- “

Finally, you manage to calm down, releasing a sigh. Oh, a good laugh is always appreciated - especially in your little, secluded world, - but the fun’s over. “Ahh… Alright, Fanboy.” You suddenly snap, making him jump. It’s cute, you’ll admit, but he’s still not your type. “Tell me if I have this totally wrong, here, but, did you came here to me, knowing how I’m, ya know… notorious, for betraying these Slashers you’re after, and really enjoying it also, which is not a rumour by the way, I really did… to actually ask if I can… introduce you???” Creating a temple with your fingertips together, you raise your brows at him for this next part when he doesn’t deny it. “… Are you out of your mind, kid?”

“I know you know how to get in contact with them. No one knows them better than you, Y/N. You’re the expert- “

“O-kay, that’s really, really getting old.” You roll your eyes, slipping onto the couch again and bringing your knees up to your chest. “First of all I’m more than the girl that made that big bad forest man fall for her, and fucked Freddy Krueger. I also happen to be a great chess player, and my crochets are the bomb.” Sighing, you run a hand through your hair; Bored once again. “Second of all- I’ve got dinner coming and I’m not big on sharing. I know- shocker. So yeah, you should go.”

“I just wanted to- “

“Out.”

“Come on!- “

Ughhhhh- “Did I mention I have 7 rottweilers?”

“Bye.”

“But wait hey-” Before Leslie can make it out the door, you turn back at the last second- and flash a smirk. He stops, looking suspicious. “If you do find them, it’s been a while- so give them my love.”

~ Months Later ~

You knew after you watched that stupid movie of Leslie’s that you were in for trouble. He mentioned you more than once, and your information was in the credits. Now, that probably wasn’t his doing as he supposedly ‘died’, but that didn’t piss you off any less.

Still, you didn’t leave your home. It’s not like Freddy was going to get anywhere near you with the Hypnocil you’ve been constantly half-high on for the last two decades. And you had a good set up where you are!- the whole place is built custom for you, so the walls are built up so strong that Jason couldn’t tear them down even if he came with a bulldozer, the windows are bullet proof, and the latches are military-grade. Not to mention your dogs out there ready to tear any trespasser to pieces and the security system built into every wall and floorboard. If anyone so much as huffed through the mail slot on the front door, you and everyone from here to the nearest Police Station would hear about it.

Plus you own a lotta guns, hidden in some very wacky places. Even if one of them did manage to sneak in, they wouldn’t get anywhere close to you before you created so many holes in them that they would look like Swiss cheese.

Still, though- you knew they would come, at least. Somehow, word of the movie would reach them and they would come for you.

But you’ve never been scared of them before and that was not going to start now. Come on… you ate those boys for breakfast 20 years ago. The thought that you would fear them now is honestly funny.

So when you wake up one night to the sound of metal screeching against metal, you aren’t surprised and you’re not scared- just frustrated. You don’t even open up your eyes, at first, just hoping it was in your head. But you sense eyes on you.

Face smooshed into the duck-feather pillow beneath your head, you continue to pretend to be sleeping… but let your arm fall down the side of your bed. Your fingertips just brush the cold metal of a gun under there, but a large hand encloses around your wrist, and you’re yanked up rapidly into a sitting position. Your eyes are wide for a moment and flicking up Jason’s form, surprised at the sudden attack… before you take a deep breath, set the giant with a stern look, and shake your head; Voice gentle when you speak. Gentler than you’ve ever truly been, except for when you were with Jason. “… Jason. Sweetheart- let me go, I’ll bruise.”

He just tightens his grip, making you almost gasp- but you manage to stop yourself. Close your mouth again, muffle the sound. You don’t like to show weakness.

Especially not in front of your own damn victims.

“Mm… Okay, okay, I get it… “Glaring, and twisting your wrist in his iron grip, you give a little yank of your own- testing his persistence. And your conjoined limbs barely move, so, its safe to say that he is really, quite determined here. Damnit. “… You’re mad… “You go on, through grit teeth. Mostly just buying for time while you give the room a quick comb over. “That’s okay, I would be too…” No sign of Freddy, but that doesn’t mean he’s not here. That sound that woke you up was definitely his calling card. “So, uh- you alone, or?... “You need to know what you’re dealing with here; Your contingency plans are specific.

“You wish he was alone, princess~… “

With that you look around again with a deep frown, quite surprised to hear his voice but not see him at all. What?- Where the hell- While your wrist is stuck in Jason’s giant clenched hand, your field of vision is limited but you lean away from Jason to peak over the other side of the your bed- and-

Immediately freeze. Your own breath catches in your throat, starring down the barrel of your own gun, the one you had been reaching for before Jason caught you, behind which lay a set of familiar, cold eyes and a terrible smirk; Freddy’s finger on the trigger. You didn’t hear the safety click off but that’s not surprising- none of your guns ever have the safety on. “… Cat caught your tongue, bitch??... “

“… Hi, there, Freddy… “You greet carefully, cautiously leaning straight up again as he gets up off the floor slowly, gun still trained on your forehead. Yes, you’re being careful- but you know damn well guns have never been his style, so the chances that he’ll shoot you on purpose are… slim. He may accidentally pull the trigger, though, after he inevitably makes himself laugh like a damn howler monkey. Impulsive, ridiculous idiot that he is.

Still, just like you couldn’t help the softer tone your voice took talking to your Jason- you can’t even hope to fight the urge to raise your free hand like a criminal caught red-handed and give Freddy a smirk. Old habits do die hard, after all. “Wanna play cops and robbers, then?~ “

“In you dreams sweetheart~… “He responds, face rearing in close to yours- he just can’t help himself. And you knew that, waiting for him to get close enough before suddenly reaching up to steal the gun right out his hand and elbow him directly in the face. “Oh!”

Swiftly you then turn to Jason, pointing the gun directly against his forehead. You don’t even hesitate before pulling the trigger, causing the adorable boor to let you go and slowly lean back, not dead but surprised for sure.

“Sorry Jason!” You quickly hop off the bed while the two Slashers are reeling from the injuries, grab a pack of matches from your dresser by the door and start hurrying through the house- socks sliding against the hardwood floor a little. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I hate that dumb little ‘up-and-comer’, ugh- Oh shit!”

Freddy’s behind you in no time, having recovered from the nose-shot a lot faster than Jason could pick up his giant form off the floor. You slam a couple of doors behind you for him to run into, but only succeed in having him run face-first into the surface the first time. You even fling a vase back at him and drag an armchair into his way Sydney Prescott style, but it only buys you just enough time to stab in the code to your panic room- not enough to get in, though.

… I knew Final Girls were full of shit-

“Not this time- “Freddy growls, non-gloved hand latching onto your arm and twisting it painfully around so you turn to him. But, again, you refuse to show the pain; Instead you just grit your teeth through it, glaring in his face and the alien-green blood dripping out his nose. He’s not phased, though, smirking through his own anger. “You’re not getting away this time, bitch.” While Jason approaches dangerously behind him, machete in-hand and dirty dark-coloured blood painting his mask, Freddy raises a bladed finger to your face.

This is not your first rodeo, though. You are not scared of that diseased old thing. That thing was just foreplay for years. And you certainly aren’t scared of them, either. Freddy goes to say something more, but you raise your gun again, making him back up off you; Hands raised. You roll your eyes. “’Not this time’- what are you? A scooby-doo bad guy? I should-”

While your attention was solely on Freddy, you somehow don’t notice Jason glide by him but then that machete is dug into the wall closest to your head and the behemoth is leaning over you, breathing hard, and your eyes widen under the shadow he casts.

“… Jason.” Your voice actually goes small, under his gaze right then. You hate it, but it does. You actually loved Jason, at one point. Really, you did. Well- as deeply as you would ever be able, to love… anyone… It just wasn’t in you to be all his- or all Freddy’s for that matter though that situation was pretty different to this one.

… But the pain in Jason’s eyes, the frustration and sadness that he’s bleeding not you with those eyes- one wide open and the other still adorably droopy like he desperately needs a good nap, - is all yours. And yeah- you feel a little bit bad.

And a little something else, too. A little something that you thought dissipated in you. The love, you felt.

God, you must be evil. Because that sad look on his face turns you on.

“I… “… Okay. Taking a deep breath, you flick the safety on and tuck your gun into the side of your pyjama pants. He’s not going to listen if you’re holding a gun to his face. Never mind the one you already shot him in the head with. Duh- “Jason, I- “

~ Change of POV ~

“Don’t listen to a fucking word out of that bitch’s mouth, hockey puck- “

The glare Y/N flashes Freddy is downright violent; Vicious and visceral and if he were another man he would’ve backed up. Y/N didn’t often go rabid, but that glare was still jarring- she was always a manipulator. Everything under her control. She saw something she wanted and soon enough it was under her thumb, and even if it got out - like the two Slashers, -, she always had a contingency plan.

She would drag Jason back under her control easy as pie. Then it would be all over for Freddy; For Y/N, Jason would try to take him down like the big nitwitted flunkey he is- like if his dead mommy asked him to.

There was definitely something Freudian going on here, but Freddy would have to taunt the bed-wetter about that some other time.

He can hear Y/N talking to Jason, though, and none of its good. “… I’m so sorry Jason... I really did love you… I- I still- “Oh, the stutter was good, he’d admit. But he had to kill the mood there before it got out of hand. Freddy could already see Jason going soft, for Y/N.

… Luckily, I’m pretty damn good at killing things. A fowl grin spreads across charred features.

“Oh Y/N~ Sorry to interrupt, but remember…~ Ol’ mommy’s boy there’s not the only man around here you’ve begged~ “

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