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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request slashers reactions to their s/o who love to kiss them? Doesn't matter what kind, soft kisses, pecks, full on makeout they always want to kiss them some way

The Slashers with a S/O who loves to kiss them:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas loves your innocent kisses. Whenever you press a quick kiss to his lips, cheek, or forehead, Thomas just melts. It just feels so domestic and they just wipe away his insecurities. Here you are, giving him the most loving smiles and random sweet kisses. Not because he sought you out, not to get anything, just because you wanted too and enjoyed showing him love. He just adores your touches and kisses, and how willingly they come from you. He's so starved of gentle and affectionate touch.

Now that he gets to kiss you, he can't get enough. Kisses were a little difficult to navigate before he was comfortable enough to remove his mask around you. So, you had settled for sweet pecks to his mask or exposed temple. But then the mask came off and you kissed him properly for the first time with no obstruction between you both. Now that he had kissed you properly, had felt your soft lips against his, how could he ever go without them?

Michael Myers

They catch him off guard nearly every time. Michael is normally able to predict most things, seeing most things coming, he's observant like that. These surprise him though. You'll just waltz over and steal kisses, pecking the cheek of his mask as if it was nothing. He isn't used to somebody behaving in such a way and that makes it more difficult for him to predict.

Sometimes just lets them slide. As he does with most things, he normally just treats them with a sense of neutrality, like they're nothing. He just shrugs it off and doesn't react more than a tilt of the head or a hard stare.

Other times grabs you and pulls you back. He might let them slide sometimes, letting you get on with whatever else you were doing. Other times he's making you gasp as he grabs your arm and tugs you back towards him. If you're going to start something, you better finish it.

Jason Voorhees

You would always kiss his mask. Just because Jason is constantly wearing his mask doesn't mean he's going to be spared from your kisses. You would constantly press kisses to the cheeks and forehead of his mask. Greeting him that way, bidding him goodnight or goodbye, randomly leaning up to give him a kiss just for the sake of it.

Once he becomes comfortable to remove his mask, he never tires of your kisses. Actually getting to feel your soft kisses against his skin is so much better than receiving them on his mask. And when you kiss his lips for the first time, he can barely believe it. He adores you and wants to spend a lifetime receiving your sweet little kisses.

Brahms Heelshire

Can’t get enough of your kisses! If you're offering up so many kisses so often, he's not going to reject you! He is needy for affection and attention, and he absolutely cherishes it when you give it to him. It doesn't matter how often you give him kisses, he will always come seeking out more.

He is always pulling you in for more. Sometimes he lets you get away with a quick peck, but not most of the time. Sometimes he'll just pull you back to give you another short kiss or playfully demand another peck before releasing you. Other times, he will have the mask off and pull you back into to give you a proper kiss.

Bo Sinclair

Complains and rolls his eyes at the soft kisses. Every time you lean up to affectionately kiss his cheek, giving him a smile before getting on with whatever you were doing, Bo rolls his eyes.

Secretly gets a little concerned if you stop. Despite pretending to be above your sweet little kisses, Bo gets used to them. So, if you were to stop giving them to him, he would become concerned that something was wrong. Also, a part of him kinda likes the domestic feeling of it, it makes him smirk to himself.

Can always get behind a make out session though. Nearly never reacts a make out session, and never acts irritated by them. He just plasters a smirk over his face, pulling you onto his lap as he takes over the kiss.

Vincent Sinclair

Your kisses often made him blush. Ever since you started getting friendly, you would give a small kiss to the cheeks and forehead of his mask. And every time he would be thankful for the mask, hiding his blush from you. But he would never pull away from you, always letting you do it. Even when you started dating, you're random cute little kisses would still make him blush or get a little flustered.

They bring him comfort. Every time you lean up to give him a kiss, he feels his body relax. You can comfort him and reassure him with the smallest gestures. When you kiss him goodbye and hello, even if it's only been a few minutes since you last saw him, when you press a kiss to his forehead until seconds before he opens his eye in the morning. He just loves your affection, and loves kissing you in general.

Lester Sinclair

Loves any of your kisses, they always make him smile. Whenever you kiss his cheek, he can't help but grin from ear to ear. He loves when you pepper his face with kisses, smiling and chuckling as you giggle along with him. He's always happy to accept your kisses, they always cheer him up and put him in a good mood.

You both make his brother's sick. The two of you can be so sappy together. You aren't going to stop giving Lester little kisses every now and again, even if his brothers are around, and he's never going to stop you. Every time you give Lester a peck to the cheek or the lips before parting ways, Bo rolls his eyes. Vincent doesn't mind it so much, he thinks it's sweet and is happy for his little brother.

Bubba Sawyer

Absolutely lives for your kisses. Whenever you would give him those sweet little kisses to his mask, even before you were dating, Bubba wasn't shy about how much he enjoyed them and would encourage them. Even though he sees the mask as an extension of himself, he likes to take it off so that he can feel your kisses against his actual skin. Wants them all the time, no matter where you are.

You earn a lot of eye rolls from other family members. You're just so affectionate and Bubba is so giddy about it, it makes Drayton sick. He had tried snapping at you both, scolding you for it, but it didn't change anything so he eventually gave up, just rolling his eyes whenever you were showing Bubba any affection. Nubbins and ChopTop don't mind so much, they like to tease you both for it but don't really mean any harm. But sometimes he becomes even too cute for them and they start rolling their eyes.

Billy Lenz

Make out sessions are his favourite pass time. It doesn't have to be more than making out. Just being on the couch, tangled up in each other, sharing heated, messy kisses, it's the best way to spend his time. He could do it all day, every day. And whenever you give him a lingering peck, he's trying to pull you in and hold you still for more. Pouting when you giggle and pull away.

But he also loves your smaller, more innocent kisses. Just the little gestures of affection make him smile, they make him feel loved and seen. He will pout if you ever stop giving him these kisses. If you see him and don't give him a kiss, he will come and get one from you. You've spoiled him, you can't stop now!

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Acts pretty neutral to them most of the time. Asa doesn't normally react to them much, accepting the affection but not commenting or reacting to it. He doesn't try to make you feel like it bothers him, he's just not going to respond to them with a grin or anything. Sometimes he will let out a small hum of approval that makes you smile.

He does appreciate it, though. He prefers to have the affection than to not have it, at least from you anyway. Plus, it's a useful way to tell what sort of mood you're in. If the kisses are more often than usual, you are likely in a good mood. If you're being more reserved with your kisses, he knows something is wrong.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

He thinks it's sweet. Jesse just thinks you're sweet. You're always leaning up to try to press a kiss to his cheeks, grabbing him by his shirt and trying to pull him down for a quick kiss. He's a tall man and you struggled sometimes. But he always leans down to allow you to do so, often returning them. Often catching you for a deeper kiss, enjoying leaving you breathless, and finding the smile on your face afterwards cute.

He certainly isn't going to stop you. He would never stop you from kissing him. Whether it's a simple kiss to his cheek or a heated make out session, Jesse welcomes it all. Why would he stop you from showing him affection? What would either of you get from that?

Otis Driftwood

Will roll his eyes but he's just being difficult. Otis likes to act above this sort of things, like he doesn't care for silly acts of affection like your little kisses, but he really doesn't mind at all. In fact, he likes it and you know it no matter how much he acts like it's annoying. He's never once stopped you from kissing his cheek or anything, so you know he welcomes it, he just likes to be difficult with people. Baby knows it as well and teases him about it.

Will pull you back with a smirk. Eventually, Otis decides that you've been teasing him enough. When you lean in to quickly kiss his cheek, a sweet smile on your lips, he grabs you and tugs you into his chest, smirking down at you. You know what that look means and heat rising to your cheeks before he meets you with a bruising kiss.

Baby Firefly

Lots of playful kisses. Baby loves your kisses, accepting each one, and giving you plenty in return. You're normally sweeter about it, smiling as you give her a innocent peck. But Baby usually prefers to surprise you with them and give you more intense kisses.

Teases you about it a little. She doesn't tease you in a mean way and she doesn't pretend like it's annoying or anything. She just likes to tease you about how affectionate you are and how much you must just love her. She's just playing around.

Yautja (Predator)

What a strange little gesture of affection...do it again. Obviously, kisses aren't very common among Yautjas. However, he quickly becomes a huge fan when you start giving them to him. He loves your cute little kisses and just thinks his little human is adorable.

He can't live without them now. When you came into his life, kisses were new, but now he can't imagine a life without them. Now he can barely go a day without a cute little kiss from his cute little mate!

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fluffybunnyartist · 4 years

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Hey!! Again I can't get enough!! I really appreciate you putting Actually time and effort into our asks! My ask! Can we get a Michael Myers (other SLASHERS) as a meaner more scary yandere?? Like just a more realistic darker version of them with a cute innocent S/O NSFW IF YOU WANT!! AGAIN NO RUSG

Hell ya!! NSFW: Blood, gore, implied sex and noncon.

MICHAEL MYERS

Whatever you did to catch this man's attention you're either one lucky bastard or one unfortunate SOB. Hes extremely possessive and in the first day of him showing you your his you'll be covered in hickies.

You can kick and scream all you want. He has you in his clutches and he needs you. You better learn how to behave. He doesnt like hurting you but will if you dont act nicely.

Friends? Murdered. Family? Pushed away. Any boyfriend/girlfriend? Killed 3 days ago. No one is allowed near you unless you're working or buying groceries. He does know when to let it go.

God forbid anyone flirt or bully you. They're tortured and killed. Only he can do that. Speaking of which his idea of flirting is stealing or murdering people for what he needs for you. That rich family down the street? Murdered and you got some nice shiny jewelry covered in blood.

Now he will wait for consent to fuck you. Hes not a complete monster and you're the only one he loves. But he will grope you, rub up against you and mark you however he pleases. When he kisses you he doesnt expect you to kiss back. Just sit back and take it. Hes still a dom but hes a bit cold. You talked to a cashier for too long and hes left you naked tied to the bed with a vibrator in for an hour.

All in all you're his little doll and hes never loved anyone like you. Just let me play with you Y/N, you'll enjoy it I promise.

JASON VOORHEES

He'd tear anyone to shreds to get to you. You remind him a bit of his mother, so sweet and kind and he wants you. He needs you. So everyone else is slaughter with blood and guts sprayed across the cabin and campgrounds as he carries you to his place.

He ties you up to a bed and a chair during the day so you can sleep at night. Hes very kind, despite slaughtering your friends. He'll treat you like a delicate bird or baby deer. Petting you softly and feeding you from his own plate.

Stay in Pamela's good graces. Mainly be nice to her boy! Dont do drugs and no escaping! If you try he wants hurt you. He'll put you into a timeout. Do it too many times and he'll bend you over his knee and spank you li km e a naughty child. So you're not in much danger.

He's very sweet to you once you get to know him but like Michael he refuses to let anyone come over or near you. He'll chase everyone away. You dont need them, Y/N! All you need is me. He loves to cuddle you. Sweet little pets and even kisses.

Hes more likely to take off the mask if you've earned his trust or promise kisses. Then he'll stay unmasked around you. But only you! He doesnt really make you work but he does appreciate if you clean house a bit.

He always makes sure to have consent before touching you any where other than your hair. He doesnt wanna upset you.

THOMAS HEWITT

Something about you caught his eye. And now here you are at dinner. With your dead friends seated on one side and the large man wearing you best friends face on the other.

Be kind. Dont insult them or itll lead to you being punished. Thomas already made clear that he wants you and he wants you alive so they wouldn't risk killing you but being forced to do hard labor and chopping your friends up for dinner isnt killing you.

He'll spoon feed you the stew made of people. And at dinner you're tied down until further notice. After that you'll be tied to Thomas's bed. He'll feel up on you and touch you no matter how much you squirm. He just cant believe a beautiful creature such as yourself is in his bed. Laying with him!

He likes to cuddle you a lot and he'll grind on you and hump you a ton. Hes never had a sexual outlet before so it's a common occurrence when he just masturbates over your naked body. He loves seeing the look on your face as he cums all over you.

He may actually fuck you without your consent. You're his right? His to take? And he loves you so much. He promises to make you feel good. Just let him in.

BUBBA SAWYER

The fact that you survived one dinner is enough for Bubba to make you his. He'll give you plenty of kisses straight off the bat. He makes sure you're fed and bathed. Usually you're tied up for these.

He doesnt talk so it hard to understand him but he likes to cuddle with you. Sometimes if you cut yourself or get cut he'll lap up the blood and sometimes he likes to bite you.

He can and will kill and eat your friends. If you try to run away or escape you leg or legs may be butchered or mutilated courtesy of Drayton telling Bubba that he needs to so you dont run away again.

Now he'll probably fuck you while you sleep or are so tired you dont know what's going on. He's not so great on consent but that's bc if his upbringing and not out of malice or need to prove your his.

Probably one of the more innocent ones and the only reason he harms you or does freaky shit is bc of his brothers. He likes to make you jewelry out of body parts or steal some from victims.

He'll have Drayton marry you too so you both can have kids together! And he wants lots of kids! He's so happy he found you!

BO SINCLAIR

You're tied up in the chair until you can behave yourself. You get bathroom breaks but only he can take you and hes right inside with you. He'll face the other way he just doesn't want you escaping.

He'll gag you if you keep making noise. He wont glue your lips together bc what if he scars them? You're his perfect little doll. He doesnt want you too injured. So stop struggling in those bindings Y/N. It wont help.

Within the first few days he'll be on top of you grinding and groping. Touching you wherever he can. He loves your body and he wants to make you feel good. Dont you wanna make him feel good too?

Hes aggressive though. He may love you but he wont hesitate to scream or yell at you if hes thinking you're acting like a bitch. Hell come back later being softer and kissing you.

He'll get you to marry him. How can you say no to him? He'll take care of you and your kids! Hes so excited to get his little nuclear family started! After the chair you'll be chained up in his room. Maybe he'll take you for a drive if your good. But hes another one to lock you down fully or cause it so you cant escape.

No he wont cut off your limbs! But maybe if you cant see the exit you wont be able to leave him. Remember even though he loves you he still gets off on your pain a bit.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

More or less Bo thought you'd be good for him and he locked you in the studio where Vincent spends all his time. At first he doesnt know what to do. He leaves you food and water and let's you use the restroom but ues not sure.... but you are really pretty.

Awkward cuddling. Usually when you're asleep he'll nuzzle up to you gently. He doesnt wanna wake you but he wants to be close to you. He'll start drawing you and soon he'll be enamoured with you.

During the day hes polite and kind and offers you things to keep yourself occupied. But at night he let's his fingers and lips wander wherever he wants. Usually you tire yourself out by crying or trying you escape. So you're really conked out by the time he starts to touch you.

He wont mutilate you if you try to escape no. He'll cripple you. He can just carry you where you need to go. He can help you with whatever you want! He can bring you food and water! You can have everything you've ever wanted! But you have to stay here with him.

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angelicichor · 4 years

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Okay, here we go again, hope y’all ready.

Slashers dealing with their S/O having a mental break down pt.2 in which I’m a horrible person and Bubba baby I’m so sorry.

TW: self-degradation, mental trauma, mental break down, depression

Michael Myers (OG):

♦ The very moment the infamous Shape of Haddonfield had spared your life on that fateful Halloween night you knew that your existence would get a whole lot harder.

♦ You’ve read Doctor Loomis’ book, it created a clear image of this being before you in your head, this devil, who took people’s lives to satisfy some gross urge inside himself, some repressed emotions, some perversion, who knew.

♦ Yet as the man with the devil’s eyes moved into your house and you got to spend time with him, willingly or not, you learned there was more to him than the psychiatrist claimed. It was hard to tell what exactly you saw in him, it might’ve been pure Stockholm syndrome after being forced to stay indoors for a week just after meeting him, but you grew a bond with this murderer.

♦ It clearly wasn’t love, but rather adoration, maybe friendship, it was impossible to decide, really, somehow you doubted there was a title for what you two had, so you just decided to call it a voluntary hostage situation.

♦ It was stupid and Michael just sighed heavily through his mask when you’ve told him about the name, but it was SOMETHING.

♦ And you needed a lot of somethings to deal with him, with who he was and what hiding you at your place made you.

♦ You’ve suffered sleepless nights because of it, all too aware what was going on when Michael was gone, noticing all the missing knives, the axe from your shed, the rope, even the blade from your lawnmower. You’d stand up in the morning only to find his bloody coveralls on the top of your dark clothing, ready for washing, while he was walking around in your ex’s pants.

♦ But even though your mind told you of all the atrocities this man committed, you couldn’t pull away from him. Something keeping you in place and you feared it was the anxious awareness that if you betrayed him, he’d know, he’d find you and he’d end you in a heart beat.

♦ Each day your sane mind told you to call the police and get under witness protection, get away from this soulless monster, start anew and once you’re old and already satisfied with the life you’ve led, you can write a book about it and live the rest of your days in luxury from your sales.

♦ But it wasn’t that easy, because the twisted part of your self was attracted to this now familiar danger. His body, his touch and his voice, only sounding for you, dark and raspy, making you tremble whenever he called out your name.

♦ You craved his dark affection, his toxic touch and those piercing eyes gazing into you with a primal possessiveness to them. He had marked you his way too many times.

♦ And within the walls of the house you used to feel at home in you felt lost, starring into the pool of red beneath your feet, still shuddering from what happened, your gut clenching at the realization that it had been the second time, too.

♦ He killed someone in front of you.

♦ Yet this time you felt nothing, an empty, raging void sucking your heart in, as you zoned out of everything, not even able to think, an empty husk.

♦ There was some distant sensation, something dark pulling forward, a part of you tried to push it away, but it was weak and as you heard the floor boards behind you creak, it lost.

♦ “Michael… Can you… kill me?” you asked, voice devoid of emotion, cold and distant, lost, without purpose and sitting before a window you didn’t notice his reaction, the way his body stuttered, head tilting and brows furrowing under the mask. He never had it in him to take it off in front of you for longer than a minute.

♦ And you noticed it starring back at you, unmoving and that brought a tired half-smile towards your pale face, a breath of a broken laugh leaving your chest, but not mouth, giving your body a single shake.

♦ Of course he wouldn’t take it off, why would he, for some stupid play thing like you? You were too stupid to even understand why he wore it in the first place, with his looks he could have anyone he wanted, but he settled for you, why? You were pretty sure it was only because you hadn’t annoyed him that much when he tried to kill you, he just thought you were simple and stupid, perfect to use and throw away once he got bored, but now you wished so hard that he’d get it over with and move on.

♦ “Michael, I’m tired.” you murmured, and if listening to your words your brain let the wave of exhaustion wash over your face, body and soul, letting that one feeling go, your hands grasping at your hair, again blind to the twitch in his hands.

♦ “I’m grateful that you let me live then and… I adore you in a way I guess, though don’t ask me why, I don’t really understand myself.” you didn’t see him, but heard his footsteps, coming closer, but slowly, almost hesitantly. But you were sure he was just mocking you for being weak in front of him, drawing out your anxiety, the other feeling that slipped through the iron curtain your mind had set.

♦ “I just can’t handle it anymore, I know I’m pathetic, a coward, but I’ve been bearing with your… tendencies for so long… I’ve accepted you because there’s some fucked up part of me that wants to be with you but… I can’t handle being your toy, Michael… not anymore. I have feelings, too many of them, and they just… “ you didn’t get to finish, as The Shape pulled at your shoulder harshly towards him.

♦ His throat clenched when you didn’t even make a sound, your tired, blank stare welcoming him instead. “Please, Michael. I can’t risk everything for someone who can never care for me.“ you spoke still, the darkness in your heart leaking, drop by drop, filling you to the brim as you smiled still, letting tears run down your cheeks. And at the angle he held you at you couldn’t even see the anger his eyes conveyed, but you could sense it. “I know this isn’t your fault.” And all too suddenly it was gone. “But I need you to let me go now. You’ll find someone better, prettier, maybe smart enough to give you enough stability to take get rid of this mask… Because god, you know I��m just a dumb little thing.” you huffed a laughter and yet he was still, unmoved, just like he always was, so you risked it, grabbing his hand and pushing your neck into it, anger overtaking your eyes. “Just fucking finish the job, Myers.” you cried, closing your eyes the moment his fingers tightened around you neck, squeezing tight.

♦ And the feeling of relief in your gut was just sickening.

♦ Yet as you waited for your pipes to close, for a snap of your neck, for the stinging pain of his knife, nothing came. Instead your head spun with the sudden sensation of both of your cheeks being grabbed, painfully, but almost gently.

♦ You dared to open your eyes and froze instantly.

♦ “No.” Michael spoke from above you, digging his nails into your soft skin, his expression fixed into pure rage and you gulped. “You’re mine.” The growling of his voice made you tremble, eyes tearing up once more, landing on his rough fingers. “And you will be till the day I die.” He pressed his forehead against yours, his blue eye making your very souls shiver as it’s gaze connected with your own, letting you soak in the pure obsessiveness of it’s nature.

♦ And you nodded gently, struggling to catch air, clawing at his dark shirt in a desperate attempt to ground yourself to something, anything.

♦ And for once, Michael reached out to you without the intent to harm, pulling you into his chest and sitting still, letting you steal just of tiny bit of his emotion.

♦ And you whimpered in joy, realizing just how horrible of a person you were.

Bubba Sawyer:

♦ You didn’t mean to scream.

♦ Or at least not at the person you did.

♦ Both Drayton and Nubbins looked at you appalled, as their sweetest family member let his head lower, taking in your words.

♦ This whole day was horrible from the start, you waking up with a headache, no motivation, the old man calling you down to trick you into feeding grandpa, then Nubbins came, insisting on showing you his knife and attempting to cut you with it, much to Drayton’s disapproval.

♦ You’ve been walking around irritated as all hell the whole day, but once dinner rolled on, everything was just too much. Four screaming, kicking people were shoved towards the table and sat down, much to their protest, muted by the duck tape around their heads.

♦ Then Nubbins decided that it would’ve been a great idea to rip the gags off! With a knife! Laughing maniacally through the whole thing and the screams that mixed in with it soon after really didn’t help your migraine, neither did the ceremonial smashing heads in with a hammer, as Drayton missed on purpose to scare the poor, poor girl that was chosen to be first.

♦ And of course somebody had to wiggle out of the rope and hold a knife to your back, not realizing that you could, in fact, defend yourself by grabbing a plate and smashing it in his face.

♦ Then there was that chainsaw, oh, it was family, alright.

♦ Family of loud, annoying noises swearing to rip your poor brain to shreds, because there were no pain killers ANYWHERE in the house, of course there wouldn’t be! Drayton took them almost every day to ease his back pains, even though everybody knew damn well he was just tense and needed to find somebody to massage him, because neither you nor Nubbins would do it and Bubba… was a wild card.

♦ The poor boy.

♦ He just caught you at your worst moment, when you were about to tip over, having noticed that you were agitated the whole day and babbling to you in his sweet, darling voice, asking if you wan”ted to go rest.

♦ And that high pitched series of noises was enough for you to raise your voice.

♦ “CAN’T YOU FUCKING SHUT UP?!” You shrieked, not even pointing the complaint at him, but with the whole situation, it landed right at his heart.

♦ And you were god damn heart broken the moment you realized what you’ve just done.

♦ “Oh no…” he shook slightly, eyes focused on the ground as you stood up from your chair and fretted towards him. “Bubba, baby, I’m so sorry I-I didn’t…” you started, reaching out towards his masked face, but his sudden hold on your hands stopped you, making you look up at him in worry.

♦ He was pouting, but in that way that let you know he was angry and this time it was your turn to hang your head, pure shame flooding your heart.

♦ Bubba’s big, meaty and incredibly warm hand shifted to somehow fit into yours and with annoyed grumbles he pulled you to follow him and you did, ignoring Nubbins singing about you being in trouble.

♦ The big man brought you to your shared room and lightly pushed you onto the bed, making you exhaust a small huff as you hit the springy mattress. You sat up and to your shock you found Bubba kneeling down in front of you, lips still pouting, but head forcing it’s way onto your lap with a dissatisfied whine.

♦ You immediately started stroking his head, giving him small kisses in the process, calming him down as you explained your day to him, hoping he could forgive you.

♦ And when he took his boots off and climbed on the bed with you, pulling your small frame into his strong arms, you felt your whole body soften and tears ran down your cheeks, your whole being getting pulled into the worst crying fit you’ve ever had, even as a baby.

♦ And being the sweetheart that he was, Bubba was soon joining you in your messy love confessions and needy attempts at cuddling, which just ended with you sitting up, legs wrapped around each other’s waists (which was mostly just Bubba’s body making your disappear, like a true magician) and falling into a fit of crying, kisses and mumbling.

♦ When Drayton finally came to check on you, you were both asleep, eyes red from all the crying, but grinning like damned fools even while deep in dreams, hugging as much of each other as you could.

♦ And somehow three hours later your migraine was just a thing of the past, your new found motivation leading you to stand up and make everybody a tray of cookies.

♦ They deserved it, those beautiful bastards.

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meat-husband · 5 years

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Is it too rude to ask for what your HCs would be for sick slashers of your choice? Just absolutely bed ridden or so weak and nauseous they dont trust themselves moving much? And how a s/o might be able to tend to them if they even let them?

Not rude at all!! I’ve done two posts like this (here and here) but let’s just say they’re super, suuuuper sick instead now lol don’t wanna leave no one out so you get all the boys.

Brahms

He doesn’t even have it in him to play this up to his advantage, so that’s how you know he’s really ill. Usually he would be bossing you around from the bed or couch, but now he’s quiet and just wants to sleep. He doesn’t even have the energy to cry, which is how he would normally react to being sick.

Lots of sleeping, and you’ve got to wake him up every so often to try and get some food and medicine in him. After the first time he throws up, he’s not going to want to try eating again, but might take small sips of soup or have a few crackers.

It gives you a lot of rare time alone, really alone, where you know he can’t be watching you from inside the walls. It makes you feel lonely more than free, so you stay in the bedroom and quietly keep yourself busy, ready to be there when he wakes again.

He’ll take medicine with no complaint, he wants this to be over as soon as possible. Even if you have to leave the house to get some, he won’t protest.

He doesn’t want to, but you can take the mask off to put cold cloths on his forehead. He’ll whine a little bit the first time, but it’s so nice against his hot skin that he doesn’t mention it when you don’t replace the mask afterwards.

Michael

He feels weak and hot and tired, but he is a human ball of spite and this isn’t going to be easy for you. The worse he feels, the less he’ll put up with, and he’s not going to let you baby him no matter how bad off he is.

He won’t let you, but he’s a mess of tissues and blankets, he can’t stop you from taking care of him. Any resistance is so half hearted that you can just swat him away.

The moment he starts feeling even the tiniest bit better, he acts like he’s cured and ends up getting worse again. Stays sick much longer than he should because he’s so restless and eager to be up again.

Anything you try to do is going to be difficult - he’ll kick away blankets, refuse medicine and food, and slap away any gentle touch. If he wasn’t so weak, he would just get up and leave, but since he can’t, he’s got to put up with it.

You can practically feel the anger radiating from him, and while it’s funny to pet his hair and coo over him while he’s down, you’re going to pay for these good deeds once it’s over. Expect to be ignored for a while, or even left alone to think over your cruel actions for a few days.

Bubba

It’s going to take a lot of effort to keep him comfortable with a fever in the Texas heat, so you do a lot of running around. If you can manage to get it working, there’s an old fan you can haul up the stairs, but other than an open window, there’s no way to make it much better.

With the others usually gone during the day, you’ve got the whole responsibility of taking care of him. You can corral them together and force them to do something useful later on, but for the most part, you’re the one in charge.

He doesn’t want you to leave the room, and will whine and fuss when you need to, but he can’t exactly get up and stop you. You try to make the trips quick, but even if he’s asleep when you leave, he always seems to wake up right as you’re going for the door.

There isn’t much of an option when it comes to medicine, but Drayton could probably get his hands on something if it was really needed. Bubba will try to take it without complaint, but he can’t help making a face if it tastes gross.

He’ll keep the masks off until he’s feeling better, and he’s mostly too tired to feel shy about being uncovered. You can tell he’s getting better when he starts wearing them again, despite the heat.

Thomas

He doesn’t tend to get sick often, but when he does, the whole household grinds to a stop. A lot of the daily chores depend on him, so everyone has to work twice as hard to try and keep things going without him.

You have to pitch in too, so you can’t spend the whole day looking after him. Everyone helps out, both with the chores and with Thomas, though you’re usually the one on nurse duty at night.

He’s tired and grumpy, but too sick to sleep for long, so he spends most of the time in a bad mood. He’s not the most cooperative, especially if he can’t keep food down, and it’s usually a fight to try and help him with anything.

He just wants to curl up and be miserable for a while, so he isn’t going to appreciate your attempts to take care of him at first. As he wears down, he’ll give in and stop putting up such a fight, but you still get a few huffs and glares.

He needs to get back to work, so he will try to get out of bed before he should. You can’t really move him around, even with help, so if he gets past the stairs, you aren’t getting him back up them.

Jason

If the situation were reversed, he would have you on lockdown, wrapped up in blankets and forbidden from doing anything for yourself. He’s used to being the one who takes care of you so it’s a new experience having it turned around.

He really tries to behave and do what you say, but at the same time, he still has work to do. You have to stop him from trying to shuffle away out the door multiple times and all the effort just makes him even more tired.

Anything else you might have needed to do is thrown out the window, because this is now your full time job. He’s not really demanding, but you know that trying to leave him alone is only going to end up with him stubbornly following you anyways.

You’ve got to put in some work if you want him to eat anything. He’ll refuse whatever you bring him, pulling the blankets over his head to avoid your offers.

His refusal to eat extends to any medicine you might want him to take, even if it’s just a little pill and a sip of water. If you really work at guilt tripping him, you can eventually manage it, but it’s a long process.

Vincent

Usually he’s left to take care of himself, or if he’s really bad off, he can crawl upstairs to his old room and Bo will eventually check in to make sure he’s still alive. Having someone actively looking after him is a strange experience, but it’s so much nicer to know he can just rest now.

He’s miserable, tired and coughing and unable to sleep, but he still gets some satisfaction out of being fussed over. Having you doting on him so much is almost worth being sick for.

He gets bored of just laying in bed pretty quickly, though. You have to make a few long trips back and forth to carry up some supplies, but he’ll be happy with a few empty notebooks to doodle in.

It doesn’t matter if you’ve ever seen him without it or not, he isn’t taking off the mask while you’re in the room. You’ve got to give him breaks to eat or take medicine, and ignore the desire to just go in and help him anyways.

He enjoys having the opportunity to just sit down and rest for once, but he still worries the entire time about whatever work he has left to do in the basement. When he’s able to get back to it, you know he’s going to spend a few days doing nothing but work, trying to catch up.

#Slashers #Brahms Heelshire #Michael Myers #Vincent Sinclair #Bubba Sawyer #Thomas Hewitt #Jason Voorhees #Slasher x Reader #me: oh ill only write for a few at a time instead of all 6 bc thats a lot :)#also me: i cant just LEAVE MY BOYS BEHIND #i really tried but i cant leave anyone out i love them all :(#Anonymous

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slashiest-slasher · 4 years

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for @slashthedice‘s Frisky February event!

Day 3: Breeding

Bubba Sawyer x male s/o (you know how i said i wasn't comfortable with mlm breeding kink? i am, unless it happens to be done for hilarity's sake.)

It's been about a year since you've started working for Drayton, just a lonely drifting looking for a place you could make a quick buck. Helping him run a gas station was easy enough. Physically intensive sure, but you could get over that. Even let you crash in the back room after all he found out you were sleeping in your car.

Cared for you like you were one of his own.

You saw his younger brothers every so often, mostly Nubbins, though you hadn't seen Chop Top since he got drafted. And "little", as Drayton said, Bubba. He rarely ever left the house, but from time to time he came up to the gas station. Little, your ass. He has at least six inches on you, and enough muscle to pick you up like you weighed nothing if he wanted to.

And the sweetest damn man you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Despite all the strength, he was so careful and gentle around you. Yeah, he didn't say much, squealed like a pig, and wore weird masks, but who didn't have their eccentricities.

'Course yours got you kicked out of your house. And made sure you couldn't get a job in your hometown. At least down here you had anonymity. As long as you were stealthy about admiring Bubba's biceps and thighs and dear /Lord/ that ass, then no one would be the wiser.

But Drayton was a perceptive old man. Saw the way you were looking at his baby nephew, who was probably older than you, and rounded on you. You prepared yourself for the worst. A gun, knife, yelling, punching, calling you "sinning whore" like you mama had.

The slap to the back and arm around the shoulder wasn't among them. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, son. You've taken a liking to Bubba, huh? Tell ya what, kid, I'll show you something, and if you still want to go steady with my boy, I'll wholly support it."

What could it be? you thought. There was a lot of things running around in your head, but you saw where your train of thought left you last time, so tried not making any guesses.

And yet you were still surprised, when Drayton took you into the back room, where he made barbeque, down into a hidden hatch, where there an ice chest you used to think was full of frozen cow.

But nope, it was human body parts in there.

You just shook your head and said, "Just don't expect me to eat the chili anymore Mr. Sawyer." Which earned you another slap on the back and a hearty laugh.

Well, it really was none of your business.

Bubba was the easiest and hardest person to seduce you ever met. You could walk right up to him, shirt unbuttoned, leaning up against the wall and tell him he has some real nice lips. And he would squeal and get jittery, but never really do anything about it. He didn't even get it when you gave a passing grope of his ass, or asked to feel how strong his arms were!

So of course you have to do all the hard work and yank that boy down by his tie for the best damn kiss of his life. His hands fluttered about, and he still wasn't sure until you wrapped your arms around his neck. He finally took the hint and hoisted you up and grabbed handfuls of your ass, trying his damndest to kiss back. But it was, of course, his first kiss. But that enthusiasm made up for it.

That was about seven months ago. Four months ago, you had sex for the first time, and despite Bubba being a virgin, he sure knew the fastest way to your orgasm. Maybe it was how his dick was the perfect shape and size to fuck you into oblivion. Or how sweetly he squealed out moans when you gripped his hips and gave as good as you got.

And for the past few weeks, Bubba has been wanting to bottom all the time. Which may seem like an odd thing to complain about, now that you think about it, but Christ sometimes you just want your giant boyfriend to use that height and muscles to his advantage and fuck you until you were screaming.

It's been a bit rough, especially since Bubba is extremely needy and can easily go three rounds before he's tires out. Which is more than easy to bear with when he's fucking you dry, but there's only so much you can handle when you're the one fucking. And getting Bubba to rise you is an issue, though you have yet to figure out why.

But you haven't been by the house in a few weeks, Drayton keeping you quite busy at the gas station. Or out hitch hiking back since Nubbins went and broke his ankle in a scrap with a meal. Most nights as of late were spent in Bubba's bed, but you were lucky if you could make it back to the dusty mattress in the gas station.

So when you crawl into bed with Bubba, who wasn't expecting and was already half asleep, he snaps wide awake and hold you close. He babbles out something, and pets your face.

"Missed ya too sugar," you murmur into his neck. When you scoot closer, you can feel his erection nudging against your thigh. "Missed this," you whisper against his lips, kissingly him lazily. He still isn't that great of kisser, but his fumbling return spreads warmth in your chest. "Can I bottom tonight?" you ask.

Bubba pulls back, and you can already see that pleading look in his eyes before says something you can barely understand.

"Sweetie please, I'm too tired."

He gets up on you, fumbling to grind against you, and does the strangest thing you've ever seen and rubs his stomach. When you don't quite get it, he does it again, but this times rocks his arms as if he's swaddling something. That makes everything click.

"You trying to get yourself pregnant Bubba?"

He nods and works on getting the both of you out of your underwear. Which made things easier, because what else were either going to sleep in when Bubba slept with you wrapped up in his arms on hot Texas nights?

You know that everything Bubba learned, he learned from homeschooling with Drayton. And you're not surprised that Drayton didn't teach him a damn thing about sex education. You had to teach him that much. But you at least hoped he knew babies came from a man and a woman, not just sex in general.

Apparently not.

Oh well, you can break his heart later. For now, the fact that Bubba was desperate to get knocked up with your kid, was frankly hot and helped you shake off any weariness in your bones. Bubba is a big boy, but easily goes with you when you roll him onto his back, settling between his legs.

"Well, well, well... Isn't that cute? If you wanted them, you should've told me honey. I'm gonna give it to ya so good tonight so you'll be full of my babies." It's too easy to rile Bubba up, and that's all it really takes before he's hard and whining. You grab vaseline from the nightstand, and prepare Bubba.

He's already close, just from that, but he's a good boy and holds out at first. It's all over the first few thrusts when you aim for his prostate. He's bucking under you, gasping and babbling, and splattering cum all over his chest.

"Shhh, I've got you sugar," you tell him, fucking him through his first orgasm. One of the greatest things about Bubba is how fast he bounces back, and after a few minutes of you hitting him deep and slow, he's hard and raring to go.

You grab onto his hips for better leverage. "Ooooh," you moan. "You're such a good boy, gonna fill you up with my cum 'til you're dripping with it. But you're going to hold it in for me, right?"

He nods again, making more of those sweet noises that drive you wild. Bubba tries to go to jerk off his cock, but you hold his wrists down on the bed. It only serves to make him whine and squirm, but he doesn't try to pull out of your grasp.

You rest your forehead against his as you slow down your thrusts. You can feel yourself getting close, but you gotta hold out until at least after his second. It's really the best view, because he can't look away and you get to see how desperate those gorgeous brown eyes can get. Pleading with you in ways he can't with words.

"I can't wait 'til you're knocked up," you whisper, letting whatever words came to your lips spill out between kisses. "Can't wait 'til you're big with my kids, oh you're gonna look so gorgeous, all glowing. Carrying my kids."

Bubba's so close, you can feel it in the way he's clenching around you and panting rapidly. You're not too far off yourself. "You're gonna be such a good daddy, Bubba. The best damn daddy any kid could have. Oh, those kids are gonna love you, but not as much as i do."

That does him in, and he strains under you while cumming for the second time, adding to the mess on his torso. He doesn't close his eyes when he cum, and it's the hottest thing. You chase your own release until you sum inside, buried to the hilt and moaning into his ear. You roll off to the side, barely a bone left in your body.

Normally, you'd jerk Bubba off for his third time, but you can hardly move. And for the first time, it looks like Bubba's done in as well. But if you had any strength left, you would've fucked him sloppy and filling him up with a second load after seeing him fingering himself to keep the cum from spilling out.

You knew there was no point in getting up to go get cleaned, because you sure as shit knew Bubba wasn't going to. So you cuddled up under his arm, and drifted off to the sound of his breathing returning to normal, before he felt his other arm go to stroke his dick. It was going to be tragic when Bubba learned the truth, truly, but that can wait until morning.

Oh well, you could always adopt children.

#bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #leatherface x reader #lemon #texas chainsaw massacre #leatherface #cannibal hc

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stabhappyslashers · 5 years

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Bubba Sawyer & Chop Top head canons?? [NSFW]

Hell yeah, Best Boys, here we go:

BUBBA SAWYER:

He has close to absolutely no idea what he’s doing and he knows it.

VERY nervous the first time– And you’ll be able to tell, cause he’ll go from 100 to 10 in excitement when he realizes he doesn’t know what to do next

He’s still incredibly eager to please, but the fact that he doesn’t know how is something he Very Much Doesn’t Like

Drayton’s tried to give the boys the Talk before, but he’s terrible at it

You’re going to have to encourage him all the way through, this boy gets worried easily

He’ll try his best, but he’s just going to need some [a lot of,] instruction along the way.

Communication Is Key

He honestly loves just getting to kiss you, he could do it for hours if it weren’t for Blue Balls and a busy schedule

The most Gentle Boy at first, especially when it comes to pleasuring you

Can get unintentionally rough and grabby when you start getting him real worked up– If it bothers you, It’s easy to get him temporarily aware of it by a quick warning or command to ease up

He’ll end up getting distracted again eventually, though

When he gets the hang of it, he LOVES eating you out

It’s the perfect opportunity for him to Do Good and bask in all your noises and praise, and let’s be honest he loves the taste

He can’t hold his own noises back for shit so those extra vibrations down there are Great

He’ll stay down there as long as you want him to– you’ll probably have to physically pry him away and get his attention if you want to move on or if you’re getting too sensitive

He’s too shy to ask for it, but he loves being on the receiving end just as much

It feels good to Feel Good, and when you’re down there he can comb his hands through your hair and play with it

He’ll whine and moan and babble incoherently through it all

He’ll try not to buck up against you too much but ten times out of ten he’ll fail

Gets more frantic and thrusty the closer he is to release

He loves seeing your face during it all– the only issue is, he doesn’t like you seeing his

If you’re on top, he’s a flustering mess, and he’ll try and hide his face in his hands

If he’s on top, he’s a bit too occupied to try that, but he’ll still attempt to duck down and out of sight when he knows he’s making a face

He’s too soft and turned on to struggle away if you cup his face to prevent it

Honestly, If you act soft and fluffy in bed, he’ll cry

Body Worship, whispering cheesy sappy things in his ear, spending time to please him and touch him, telling him all the things you love about him = All things that will make Bubba cry

It’s all the little things that show him you love him

He’s not used to any of it, but he is so, so grateful to have you

He’s not good at being confident of it, and his self-esteem will get in the way, you’ll have to remind him you still love him to death a lot

He’s no good at being rough and controlling, if you want that shit you’re not gonna get it with him

He Loves You Too Much, he doesn’t want to hurt you, not you,

He’ll try anything once if you’re into it, but some things are just going to give him too much anxiety,

That being said, he enjoys trying new things in the bedroom as long as It’s backed up with lots of encouragement, and generally kept light-hearted

Pull Out Game Weak

He likes coming inside you; It’s nice and warm and a lot of the times he’s too busy squeezing you in a really tight hug during it all to pull away in time anyway

He doesn’t like condoms, either, he doesn’t like how they feel, doesn’t like the barrier

If you’re really adamant about it he’ll listen, but not without some upset

You can probably figure out a way to distract him into not caring [If you catch it in time,]

Like with an extra encouraging blowjob or telling him you really want it somewhere that Isn’t at risk of pregnancy

After It’s all over he’s the most sleepy, cuddly boy

Expect a lot of comforting pets and pats

If he can get away with falling asleep or a nap, you know he’ll drift in your arms

But if he can’t, he’ll stay snuggled up next to you until the anxiety over not getting his chores done overtakes his need for affection

KINKS: Breeding, Queening/Facesitting, Praise, Oral [Giving/Receiving], Body Worship, Exhibitionism [To an extent; he’ll put on a show for you if he can really tell you’re actively enjoying it, because this boy loves to be loved, but It’s really easy for him to immediately feel embarrassed if he thinks you’re not into it], Knismolagnia, Dress up [seeing you in pretty clothes, getting dressed up in pretty clothes], Sensation Play

CHOP TOP SAWYER:

What do you mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s seen his fair share of porn

The most jittery uncontrolled fucking mess if you let him do his own thing.

Will shamelessly dry hump you to completion if you don’t get him under control

Rough, but not deliberately, he just has 0 impulse control

Will manhandle you like hell without thinking, his body works faster than his mind does.

If it bugs you, don’t worry– this boy is a twig. He knows his way around a scrap and he’s pretty fuckin’ resilient, but when it comes to brute force, If you really want to, It couldn’t be that hard to turn that manhandling on him, and honestly he won’t mind.

Anything you do in the context of getting laid turns him on.

Tying him up is a good way to get him to just sit still for a minute; he’ll find a way to wiggle out of it somehow no matter how tight you tie those ropes or bind those cuffs, after a bit, anyway. It’s like a magic trick.

Flexible– you can bend him any way you want, he don’t mind. It’s kinda fun, some a’ these positions HE didn’t even know he could do!

Giggly as HELL. Literally won’t shut up. If he’s not rambling or trying [and sorta failing, he’ll forget his verbal goal in less than a second and be onto another topic, and It’s pretty easy to tell when he’s directly fucking quoting one of the cheesy pornos he got his grubby hands on in the past,] to talk dirty he’s laughing or moaning or both.

Let him cut you up in bed. Just a lil, he’ll just cut you a lil, let him do it,

Use that knife on him.

Hell, let him use his own knife on himself, he’s into it all.

If he’s got access to a radio you’re definitely going to fuck to rock ‘n roll, baby, there’s no avoiding it. Music is his liiife–

It can help with his rhythm, a bit, too– if you want him to do some of the work and actually succeed, your best bet is to get him to follow the beat of the songs that play

If he isn’t actively being restrained, foreplay won’t last long

Don’t get him wrong, It’s not that he doesn’t dig it, but if the clothes come off and he gets impatient or impulsive he’s gonna shove it in.

Into anything and everything if you offer it up. The guy doesn’t know what shame even is and he’s just excited to be doing it all in the first place.

He doesn’t know exactly what he likes until you give him a little experience– basically all of his sexual knowledge comes from chats in ‘Nam and Drayton telling him “It’s a hassle,” and a good amount of cheap and stolen porn; he doesn’t think of it much outside of getting off until you come around

Giving him some attention is one of the best ways to get him to stop picking at his plate, for a little while, and put down that damn hanger

If you’re willing to go down on him just expect to have to hold his hips and deal with your hair being tugged and yanked around by fidgeting hands because if you don’t that thing is going down your throat whether you like it or not.

He might kick you from excitement at the feeling if you don’t watch out– he’s not adverse to throwing his legs over your shoulders and squeezing you further around him, either.

He is just as eager to return the favor if you ask

He might need a little direction at first, but the second he gets the hang of it he’ll go to TOWN

And that boy’s got a tongue

He’s better at getting you off with his mouth than with his dick, let’s be honest here

The Sawyer Pull Out Game In general is Weak As Fuck, it runs in the family

Definitely would go out of his way to obtain the most ridiculous fucking condoms if you need the protection

Glow in the dark, weird ass flavors, tuxedo condoms, Animal-shaped, Bright Neon Colors!!!

Would actively try to blow on up like a balloon, during sex, just cause he thought of it, and HE thinks It’s funny,

He might not last crazy long but he can go SEVERAL rounds. This bitch has so much energy to release, you’re going to have to manage to tire him out before you pass out yourself if you want him staying remotely still to cuddle up to, afterwards.

In those moments, he’s all sluggish octopus limbs and HE’LL be the one whining about it if you try and move or get up.

A weird, mumbly, rambly pillow talk will ensue until he just up and blacks out probably mid conversation.

You’ll notice it too, this dude snores.

KINKS: Knifeplay [Giving/Receiving], Bloodplay [Giving/Receiving], Breathplay [Giving/Receiving], Amputees, Biting [Giving/Receiving], Scratching, Pain in general, Piercing, Face Fucking, Sounding, etc.

- MOD SPARKY

#Texas Chainsaw Massacre #Texas Chainsaw #Texas Chainsaw 2 #Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 #Bubba Sawyer #Chop Top Sawyer #Leatherface #Drayton Sawyer #Slashers #Slasher Imagines #Bubba Sawyer x Reader #Chop Top Sawyer x Reader #Bubba Sawyer Imagine #Chop Top Sawyer Imagine

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oozmart · 4 years

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Dance Till You Die

I wrote a oneshot fic for my OC Dahlia. Hope yall enjoy it :)

Dahlia leaned over the order window of the food truck. No customers, finally. The dinner rush hit and now everyone was out enjoying the music, dancing, laughing, having fun.

“You see that?” Drayton asked.

Dahlia didn’t even blink, she knew what he was about to say, “They’re all out there workin up a sweat and an appetite, they’ll be back for seconds in no time!” She rolled her eyes. Drayton was all work, no play. He didn’t understand, he’d never had real fun before. He was busy taking care of his brother’s, his family. Dahlia respected him for being a devoted family man, but she never liked his bossy attitude.

Dahlia was a rebellious teen, akin to that guy from Footloose. That was one of her favorite movies. Any movie that had dancing was her favorite movie. She wanted to go out and dance with the crowd more than anything. One night of fun. All play, no work.

“I know what you’re thinkin, lil missy…” Drayton accused, wagging a finger at her, “You’re gonna stay right here and help me prep for the after-dinner rush.”

“There’s no such thing as an after-dinner rush.” Dahlia retorted, not moving from her spot.

Drayton groaned. She was stubborn, that was one of her worst qualities, but she was the only one who could come help him with the food truck when it got busy at events like this. These outdoor concerts are some of their most successful sale days. This was for two reasons: For one, they sold a lot of sandwiches. For two, a lot of people from out of town would come to see these bands play, which meant more prime meat for the Sawyer’s to catch.

“Come on now,” Drayton began, “everyone’s workin today. Bubba and Chop are out there waiting for meat, and you’re here helping me sell it.” He couldn’t see her face, but he knew her eyes were rolling.

Dahlia turned quickly, leaning back on the counter, “What if I just went out and danced a couple of songs?”

“NO!”

“AW, COME ON!!! I never get to go have fun!!!” She whined.

Drayton stayed quiet, he wouldn’t hear anymore of this nonsense.

Dahlia creeped up behind him. “One song?” She asked with a pouty face and a gentle tone. He didn’t budge. She had to appeal to his business side to win this battle. “How about this,” she bargained, “I go out and dance with some people, and I tell them ALL ABOUT Drayton Sawyer’s AWARD WINNIN’ chili? Hmm?”

She grabbed his hand and pretended to dance with him. He stood still and furrowed his brow. This child was bizarre. “This music is GRROVY!” She acted out the scenario, “Sure does make me hungry…” She squeezed his hand, “I got an idea! Why don’t we go get some chili from that there truck? Ya, that one!” She sniffs the are, “MM, I can smell that choice meat from here!”

Drayton was the one rolling his eyes now. He had to admit, this wasn’t a horrible idea. “Fine,” he caved, much to Dahlia’s delight, “you dance a couple songs and round up some customers. If you don’t come back with a line of people you’re gonna be on dishwashin’ duty for a month for slackin off!”

Dahlia beamed, “THANK YOU!!!!” Still holding his hand, she pulled her older-brother-figure in for a hug. Drayton was not a touchy person. He shoved her off and brushed off his suit. He mumbled something under his breath, probably about the plight of small business owners, but Dahlia was already out the door and down the steps.

She hopped outta the truck and ran out to the dance floor, a square of dirt surrounded by 4 beams suspending fairy lights and American flags. She was wearing her old cowboy boots, high-waisted bell bottom jeans, and a crimson red blousy tank top. She was so excited she thought she’d just explode. The music was blasting from a small DJ on the North side of the dancing area, from its speakers played Elvis Presley’s classic, “Jailhouse Rock.” Dahlia didn’t care that she didn’t know anyone out there, once the music hit her ears she lost herself to the sound.

Nearby on a hill, looking down at the festivities, Chop Top and Bubba sat in the back of he truck. During big events like this, they’d keep an eye out for anyone leaving alone or drunk and if they looked like a good target they’d take’em out. While exciting in theory it was a lot of waiting around. They’d already been sitting around for over an hour and no good targets left the festivities. People probably wouldn’t be leaving till well after midnight.

“This blows,” Chop Top complained to his mostly silent brother, Bubba, “we should be home listenin to that radio lady and havin ourselves a well-earned break!” Bubba nodded as his older brother yammered on about how bored he was, until something down below caught his attention. He quickly shook his brother’s arm and pointed down to the dancing square.

Chop Top squinted, “What? Someone finally leavin?” Bubba shook his head and kept pointing to a specific person. “WAIT A MINUTE? IS THAT…..?” Bubba nodded excitedly, as he got his point across. “DAHLIA GETS TO HAVE FUN AND WE DON’T??!?!?!!” Chop Top whined. Bubba shrugged, he thought seeing his girl out there would cheer him up, but it only seemed to rile him up more.

Dahlia danced like her life depended on it. Between songs, some people applauded her, she didn’t think anything of it. She was in the zone.

“Howdy,” a tall, burly man approached her, tipping his cowboy hat, “you’re a mighty fine dancer!” His compliment made her smile. She thanked him, and before she knew it, he was offering his hand and they were dancing together.

With his purple rounded glasses atop his head, Chop Top looked through a pair of army binoculars he kept in the truck, stunned at the sight of his own lover taking the hand of someone, a stranger! “What game you playin…?” He muttered to himself. He looked the cowboy up and down through the lenses. He was probably about his height, but much heftier in the arms. Strong. Chop Top gave a small huff as he put down the binoculars. Bubba picked them up and began to watch the dancers with curiosity.

An old fashioned square dance began, and Dahlia and the stranger partnered up. He spun her around and picked her up by the hips above his head, she squealed with excitement when her feet left the ground. When the dance ended, his hands lingered on her waist. She suddenly remembered the promise she made to Drayton, “Oh! You know what we should do right about now?”

“Oh, I know what we should do… Come on.” He took her hand and pulled her away into the darkness. Bubba gasped, and urged his brother to look through them himself. Chop Top didn’t budge, still upset about the sour night he’d been having.

Bubba acted quick and hopped out of the bed of the truck and into the driver’s seat. He didn’t drive often, but he knew how. To Chop Top’s surprise, the vehicle started moving. He rolled around in the bed before climbing through the back window to shout at his baby brother, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!!??!” Bubba let him yell, he didn’t care right now. He had to go save Dahlia. She always looked out for him so he had to do the same for her.

They twisted and turned through dirt roads until they stopped to a grinding halt, down behind some trees near the festival. Bubba frantically turned off the lights and hopped out of the car to get his chainsaw. Chop Top was on his heels going off still, “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE DOIN DO YOU?!?!?! THIS AIN’T THE WAY SHIT WORKS!!!!”

Bubba saw by the line of porto-potties, the stranger pulling Dahlia behind him. Bubba quickly shushed Chop Top and pointed. When CT turned his head his face flushed at the sight. The stranger’s hands were on her waist, he was trying to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

“Whats back here?” Dahlia asked, cluelessly. She got an unfortunate sniff of the air and reacted, “BLEH, it smells like shit.” The man began to lean down to kiss her, but she leaned back and turned her cheek, causing his lips to land in the wrong place.

He chuckled playfully, “Aw, come on, lil mama… The way you were dancin had to mean something.” Chop Top’s blood boiled when he heard his nickname for her crawl out of someone else’s mouth. That was his lil mama.

Dahlia was offended on his behalf as well. Someone else calling her by that pet name felt dirty. “It meant I like dancing.” She snapped, “If I wanted something I would have asked.” She took his hands off her hips, but he held on to her hands. “Please…” she tried to pull away, but he insistently held on.

“You sure? Dancin gets tiring, don’t it?” He was determined to get her to say yes. In his experience, pressure usually wore women down.

Dahlia attempted to promote the business again, as a means to avoid any physical conflict, “Uhh, i’m hungry! Aren’t you? We could talk about this over a bite of homemade, award-winning chili? And Drayton Sawyer makes it the best!”

The man scoffed at the idea. “That Sawyer guy? He’s a hack. Nothin homemade about that shit. I hear its all canned and processed.”

Dahlia wasn’t Drayton’s biggest fan, but she respected him and loved him. He was family, and they protected each other. With that she was done with this fool. She raised her knee to his crotch with a hearty thrust and he went down without a fight.

Chop Top saw the man go down and took this opportunity to burst from the forest and swing his hammer at the fucker’s head. “YEEHAW!” he shouted as he went ham. The music was so loud, and the shadows of the porto-potties kept them hidden from any passerby’s sight. Bubba didn’t dare rev up his chainsaw in though. He still kept it on him as he ran to Dahlia’s aid.

She was stupefied by their sudden arrival, “What are you boys doin down here? Yall are supposed to be watchin for meat.” She put her hands on her hips.

“WE’RE SAVING YOU, BABES” Chop Top announced proudly with another swing of his hammer to the man. His body spasmed as blood poured from the cracks in his skull. This was normal for the Sawyer boys and Dahlia to see, it didn’t faze any of them. Rather she rolled her eyes, “I saved myself just fine, thank you very much.

“Its the 80’s for god’s sake I dont need a man to save me.” She crossed her arms and shook her head. She felt a weight on her head. Looking up she saw Bubba leaning his head on her as gently as he could. He was so much taller than her it was an awkward position. Whenever they’d sit around at home he’d lean on her like this, so he thought it would be a comfort for both of them in this moment.

Dahlia could never stay mad at baby Bubba. He was like a little brother to her. She put a hand on his cheek and patted, “I do appreciate you both comin though. Now Drayton can’t be mad at me cause I helped catch some food.”

Bubba blushed under his leather face and proceeded to take care of business. He bent down and picked up the legs of the now dead man, whoever he was, and dragged him back to the truck. Chop Top stayed back with Dahlia, “Ooh, I bet he’s pissed right now! Why’d you ditch him? Dangerous to play hooky on his watch.” He slouched over slightly and scrunched up his face, “You idiots are always slackin off leavin me to slave over a hot stove! I gotta do ALL the work ‘round here!!!” he imitated his older brother perfectly.

Dahlia laughed, she always loved his silly impersonations. He was good at them. “Well I didn’t ditch him,” she explained, “he said I could go dance so long as I brought in some customers.” She paused and shrugged, thinking about it, “Don’t know if I did that, but I guess did something.” She suddenly realized she’d have to go back to the truck for that fake after-dinner rush thing Drayton kept going on about. He was going to be upset for sure. “I better get back before he makes me wash dishes for the rest of my life.”

As she began to leave, Chop Top snatched her hand. “Uh, i- if you had to do dishes for a year…”. He felt a nervous itch on his scalp and pulled his wire hanger out of his vest and began scratching under his wig, “I- I- i’d help you every day.” He pulled the hanger out, but before he could nibble at the skin bits he scraped, Dahlia picked at the end of it and stole them, eating them herself. Chop Top was turned on, but kept it low-key by just giving her a toothy grin. She winked at him with a cheeky smile. She knew how she made him feel. She squeezed his hand before letting go, and proceeded back to the food truck.

Chop’s hand slowly came down to his side as he watched her walk away. He wanted her to come back. He wanted to kiss her. Sure, he could do it later when they got home, but he wanted to do it now out in the open while his heart was beating with excitement and adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He wanted to grab her by the arms and kiss her with a fiery passion. Alas, she was already far out of sight.

His thoughts were interrupted by the grunts of his brother from the truck. He leaned his head back in frustration before joining him to hoist the heavy body up into the bed of the truck. “Bubba what have I always told ya?!?!? Dont lift by yourself you’re gonna throw out your back!!!”

Back at the truck, Dahlia paused in surprise. A line of people! She didn’t see that coming. She quickened her pace and ran up the steps of the truck. Drayton didn’t look away from his work at the grill, “THERE YOU ARE! I think you got enough customers for the night, good job.”

Dahlia blinked. “Good job.” It didn’t seem like much, but from Drayton that was a lot. She felt a tinge of pride in her chest and a smile crept onto her face that she couldn’t hold back.

“Well? What are you standing there for?!?! GET BACK TO WORK!!!”

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Hi! I have too many exams soon soo may i please get a hc for what would slashers do when their collage student s/o got very very stressed about exam and study for DAYS without sleep and got big dark circles and she always looks like she is about to cry. And maybe they worried about her health. Thank you, ily💖💖

Aw man, I feel ya. Hope you get the grades you want!!!

The Slashers with a collage student S/O who is stressed about exams:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas knows what it’s like to be overworked and exhausted but he hates seeing you like that.

He feels a little hopeless with helping you study, not really sure how he can help.

But he is determined to make sure you look after yourself.

He’ll make sure you eat, not leaving you alone until you do. He’ll make sure you sleep, carrying you to bed if he has too. He will also insist on take a walk outside, thinking you need a break and that some fresh air might be some help.

And when he comes to check on you, seeing you about ready to cry, Thomas just scoops you up in his arms, insisting that you take a break and just cuddle with him for a bit. You need it.

Michael Myers

At first, he doesn’t really think about it. It’s your business. He has no interest in your studies.

However...when something is clearly bothering you this much...well, then Michael starts to pay attention to it.

He can’t really help you. Both because he wouldn’t really know how too and because he’d get bored.

But he will drag you away from your work and force you to take breaks. And he will spend that time with you, knowing that you would just go back to working yourself to death if he didn’t.

Jason Voorhees

Normally he likes watching you when your busy. Whether you’re studying or just reading, he likes the cute look of concentration on your face.

But this was different. You didn’t look content in your concentration, you looked stressed. Very stressed...and he didn’t like that at all.

He let it be at first, understanding that what you were doing was important, and just stayed silently concerned.

That is, until you started to become outwardly frustrated, tears welling in your eyes. That’s when he’s going to intervene.

Jason will approach you, gently pushing the work away from you, telling you that you need to get some rest. To relax before continuing.

Even if you protest, he’ll insist. Going for a walk in the woods to give you some fresh air, or just cuddling up together until you fall asleep.

He understands that this is important to you but you need to take care of yourself first.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms had been avoiding you a little bit recently, mostly because you always seemed so stressed and it was worrying him.

At some point you had snapped at him, telling him that you just needed some peace and quiet to get some work done. You had apologised instantly and Brahms wasn’t mad.

But he was getting more and more worried. You weren’t eating regularly (and for once he wasn’t only bothered because of his own sake), and you weren’t sleeping enough, staying up all night, working. He missed cuddling up to you in bed but the dark circles under your eyes was what really concerned him.

He snapped when he saw the tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. That’s it! You’re taking a break!

He’d force you to go on a walk with him in the garden, to eat a proper meal, and to get some well earned rest.

He can’t really help you study, he’d probably just get in the way but he cares about your wellbeing!

Bo Sinclair

It probably depends on whatever it is that you’re studying but when Bo does try to help, he refuses to admit that he has no idea what this means. Well, you must be smarter than him because holy crap, he doesn’t even know how to help.

His concern about your wellbeing and metal state starts off kind of passive with comments like “you should probably take a break or something” and “you ever going to go to sleep?”

Eventually, when you look like you’re about to cry, he will be more active about helping you. Closing your laptop or book, taking the pen out of your hand and ordering you into the bedroom. You need to take a break and get some rest.

Is still all grumpy when he lays on the bed and pulls you into his arms, letting you cuddle up to him and release a shaky breath.

Take a break and come back to it later, once you’ve got some sleep.

Vincent Sinclair

When he’s not busy, Vincent usually sits with you while you’re studying. Always willing to lend an ear if you need to talk through something.

Normally he will busy himself with something while you work, so that he doesn’t disturb you.

This time was no different.

When you huffed, muttering harshly to yourself, Vincent looked over at you in concern.

As soon as he sees the tears in your eyes, Vincent is stopping whatever he is doing to check on you.

He’s pushing the work away from you, asking you to just take a break. It’s difficult to fight him when he looks so worried about you. Vincent will just guide you up to the top of the bed and cuddle with you, smiling to himself when you finally fall asleep. He’s sure it’s been almost a week since you got a proper night’s sleep.

Lester Sinclair

God, if he could help you study, he would. But looking at this stuff just makes him feel kind of dumb, but that doesn’t seem to bother him too much. He’s always telling you how smart you are though, so he really hopes that you don’t feel that way about yourself.

He’ll do whatever he can to support you and help you in whatever way he can though.

He is concerned about how stressed you are, suggesting that you should take a break and go back to it later.

But he doesn’t get forceful until he sees the tears. Then he is wrapping his arms around you and pleading with you to just get some rest before you burn out completely.

Bubba Sawyer

Studying is stressful enough. Studying in the Sawyer household? It’s near impossible.

Drayton is usually shouting about something, wanting you to do some sort of chore. Nubbins and ChopTop are always running around, playing music loud, or just causing some sort of trouble. And if you ask any of them to quieten down, they just ask why you bother studying anyway. What’s the point!?! They don’t understand.

Bubba is the only considerate one, encouraging you and trying to keep it quiet for you.

But he gets so worried about you, watching you work yourself into exhaustion. He hates it. Lot’s of concerned babbling and whines.

When he sees that you’re about to just start crying, he quickly pulls you into a hug, stroking your hair and letting you get it all out. It’s then that he decides that you’re taking a break right this second. You can carry on tomorrow, right now you need something to eat and some proper sleep. No arguments. Bubba can be stern when he wants to be, when it comes to your wellbeing.

Billy Lenz

Billy isn’t much help with actually studying. He’s probably going to get bored or just get in the way more than anything. His absolute feral, chaotic energy is not exactly what you need when you’re trying to concentrate.

But if you need to talk yourself through something that you don’t fully understand, he will listen and nod along, even if he has no idea what you’re talking about.

When he starts to get concern, he just kind of watches you silently with a small frown. He knows that something isn’t right.

When he realises just how stressed you are, that you’re close to crying, you’re going to get a whole lot of cuddles. He doesn’t like that there isn’t much he can do but he can distract you for a moment! And make sure you take a break and get some rest.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Ah yeah, he’s been there. While he was probably the time to fly through his studies, perfectly organised and acing everything he did, he does not how much stress exams can put on you.

He is the best person to go to for help. He’ll help you set up a study schedule, give you tips, help you study. This is one of the few things that he doesn’t instantly take control of, he just wants to help.

He doesn’t like that you’re not looking after yourself but he does love your determination to do your absolute best.

He’ll just force you to go to bed, reminding you that you can’t study effectively if you’re running on no sleep. You’ll do better if you get enough rest and look after yourself.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

He won’t plan any trips around this time, you need him here...or you’re just not going to look after yourself properly.

He notices that you’re not sleeping properly instantly but forces you to get some sleep when the dark circles under your eyes become noticeable.

He’ll help you set up a schedule or just be there to help you wrap your head around something if you just need to talk yourself through it.

Jesse loves how much effort you put into your studies but he hates seeing you so stressed, looking like you were about to cry.

Anything he can do to make it easier for you, he’ll do it. He also make sure you take breaks, even if he has to pick you up and carry you away from your work.

Otis Driftwood

He still does get the point of studying and collage in general but if it’s something you want to do, he will support it. And he’s expressed this to you honestly.

But as soon as it starts upsetting you like this? He’s furious.

He’s no so subtle about it. You’re tired, you have dark circles under your eyes, you look like you’re about to cry, there is no way you are getting any productive work down right now, so you’re going to take a damn break.

He’s dragging you away from your work if you protest.

You clearly need to relieve some stress...and do you know that an effect method of stress relief is???

Baby Firefly

Baby is a great distraction!

She noticed that you were sleeping properly instantly because you weren’t going to bed with her and instantly started to try to fix that.

But when she started to see your frustration and the tears welling in your eyes, she wasn’t backing down.

She’s pulling you up from your seat before you can protest, already talking about what you’re going to do today.

Likely only watch a movie until you fall asleep to her playing with your hair because she knew that you just needed to get some sleep and stop working yourself so hard for a moment.

Yautja (Predator)

He loves that you’re interested in knowledge and education but he doesn’t like this effect it’s having on you right now.

He will help you in whatever way he can but right now you need help that you won’t ask for or even allow yourself at the moment.

You need to take a break and rest before continuing your studying. You’ll do better that way. Can’t you see that?

Your mate just wants to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. And if that means throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you away from your studies?...he’s definitely going to do it.

You definitely haven’t had enough sleep recently. So sleep and eat something, then he will let you get back to work.

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