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Uhhhhm who said that
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I will never get over the way Michael bursts down the closet door in the first movie it’s so fucking attractive like I’m sorry but if I was Laurie I would have fucking folded I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me
#whoreposting#michael myers#halloween 1978#michael myers x reader#slasher fucker#og michael myers#og michael x reader#mr Myers please just one chance is all I’m asking
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#⇢₊˚⊹ 🩷∥ruby∥yo，ide yo !!#maybe i should aim to build chong bennett sucrose noelle and yoimiya for now#maybe barbara too cuz she's the only hydro i have and qiu doesn't come back to the starglitter shop til september#and he was on a banner fairly recently so i doubt my chances of getting him on the limited banner before the starglitter shop#man i hope i won't have to resort to that. i'd rather buy blackcliff slasher for chong#the best i can do as an f2p. besides pray for a miraculous wolf's gravestone from the heavens#and it will go on chong not on diluc lmao#sry diluc#u can have chong's old blackcliff slasher#it's got the same color scheme#speaking of miracles#my first 5 star from the standard banner (diluc doesn't count he was a 50/50 loss on the limited banner) on this account is mona megistus#the astrologist extraordinaire#i know sweet fuck all about mona but from what i heard ig i should be happy i got her#oh yeah forgot barbs isn't my only hydro unit anymore lol#*sigh* maybe i should build her too...#ffs why do both of you need philanemo mushrooms and oceanid drops#one of you was already bad enough#you hydro fuckers are lucky i got yoimiya or you would've been benched to the end of days#okay enough bitching time to actually do those dishes#those stupid. fucking. dishes.
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The slashers react to your first heartbreak :
Jason was not going to say anything. He had always found your boyfriend 'odd', but hadn't dared say anything.
And then, you came in with a tearful face and a trembling lip and he was certain of two things.
First off, you were hurt.
Two, he didn't like it.
He immediately took you in his arms and rocked you back and forth while you sobbed in his chest.
He wanted to hold you and tell you everything he felt, but he just kept hugging you tight.
Whoever had hurt you would come to regret it quickly.
He'd take down his favorite machete and make sure the man/woman who hurt you can't walk anymore.
Bo saw it in your eyes when you came home. You were heartbroken and he didn't say anything before grabbing one of his tools and storming out to follow your 'ex'.
It didn't take him long to catch him and beat him to a pulp.
"Squeal, little piggy. Squeal !"
Bo cackled before thumping his foot down on your ex's throat.
"You made MY girl/boy cry...I'll fucking kill you."
You tried to stop him, but to no avail.
Bo was dead set on making him pay for the pain he caused you.
"YOU'LL NEVER HURT THEM AGAIN, FUCKER !"
He then got out his shotgun and didn't hesitate before shooting your ex in the head. He then turned back towards you, blood splattered all over his shirt and a satisfied grin on his face.
"Oh ! Look at that ! He did have a brain afterall ?!"
The moment Brahms knew, he didn't waste any time stepping up. He knew you were hurt badly and the only way to make it all better was to be there for you.
"Brahms will...make you happy...Never go.", he said while holding you in his arms.
"I know, Brahms. Thank you for being my friend.", you said and his grip tightened slightly as he shook his head.
"No friend."
You laughed and thought he was joking, so you only eyed his arms around you.
"Rrright...I'm sure no friends would try to cheer me up."
But, he didn't laugh.
"No...friend."
He insisted before gently bending your body so your face may be above his.
"Brahms...Wants. Loves. Y/N."
Your eyes widened and you smiled through your tears at him.
"Y/N loves Brahms too."
He didn't hesitate before leaning forward to press his mask against your face, holding you tighter than ever. If you were to be alone, he'd be the one to fill the void. Forever.
"Human mad...Penny mad."
He bared his sharp teeth and growled in anger.
It was clear enough he had read your mind and found out what had happened.
"DON'T !", you cried out as he was about to jump out the house to tear your ex to pieces.
"HE MUST SUFFER !"
You hugged him and immobilized him momentarily. He didn't want to hurt you and you hid your face in his puffy collar.
"WHY ?!", he growled out—clearly confused.
"...Because I want you here with me.", you confessed and Penny's anger turned into bitter understanding as he wrapped his arms around you.
"...Alright, human. You can have me.",he begrudgingly agreed while plotting all the ways he was going to punish your ex once freed from your hold.
Your ex wouldn't see the light of day again.
Jack was so angry hearing about the way your ex had messed up his chance with you, he snapped.
"That fucker did...WHAT ?!"
You took a step back as various things went flying around you and Jack gritted his teeth.
He knew what was going on. He knew exactly what was going on through the little shit's head.
Because, he knew what they thought. He knew because they were him.
So, he would go there and knock some sense into the guy/girl.
Later that day :
"THEY ARE THE BEST FUCKING THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO US ! AND YOU DARE BREAK THEIR HEART ?!"
Jack then knocked your ex out with a book. He then savoured the fear from him and smirked as he raised his axe in the air.
"They gave you all the chances in the world. Now, ain't never going to get another one..."
Myers wordlessly stood up and walked out to return that night covered in blood and didn't even glance back at you before entering his bedroom.
It was just another victim. No need to dwell on it.
And when you saw on the news that your ex had 'mysteriously disappeared' ?
You didn't mention it to Michael.
You were just numb at this point and Michael understood.
He left you alone and occasionally cooked for you when he knew you were feeling really bad.
He even tried to feed you when you wouldn't.
He knew it would take time for you to heal, but he could wait.
He had all the time in the world.
Pennywise was on his way to complain to you about one thing or the other—but before he could utter a word...He noticed the tears.
He stopped dead in his tracks and could smell the faint scent of pain and grief in the air.
He then saw you were holding one of those things humans called "phones". From what he understood, whatever information you had received from the communication device had shattered your spirit.
He sighed and considered leaving, but his steps brought him closer to you instead. He crouched in front of you and hesitated before holding your hand and squeezing it.
"Don't cry, doll face. They ain't worth it."
He wiped your tears with his gloved hands and smiled.
"There are some folks worrying about you. Very worried. Very here. And very attached to you...And I may be one of them."
"...Pennywise", you uttered in a whisper and Pennywise's smile turned incredibly painful. He sighed again before rising to his feet and walking away. You didn't know what he was going to do until he turned back towards you and his pupils were a bright orange.
"Don't worry, doll face. They ain't gonna bother you ever again..."
Norman knew you'd come for a rebound. He wasn't an idiot. But, it was just too tempting to pass on.
He wanted to be a true gentleman and comfort you, but he realized that it was impossible.
He was just too happy about the whole ordeal.
He knew the two of you wouldn't work, because you belonged to him—no one else's.
He had kept his mouth shut when he had seen the way you had fallen so fast for the idiot, but he wouldn't anymore.
He trapped you in a tight embrace and kept you there as your tears coated his shirt.
And then, he did the one thing he had always wanted to do, but had never had the chance to.
He kissed you.
He wanted to suck all of the pain out of you. And, he even smiled when you started kissing him back.
The cops wouldn't find your ex's body for weeks, it would give him all the time in the world to convince you and heal you.
If that was the last thing he did...
"...He made you cry, huh ?", Freddy said knowingly and didn't seem his usual sarcastic self as he took a step forward and wiped your tears with his thumbs.
"Told ya. Assholes exist. Gotta learn to recognize them, lovely.", he told you and you sniffled before raising your hand above your heart—to check if it was still beating.
"...I think my heart is broken.", you said and Freddy smiled—but it was a sad compassionate one.
It didn't suit him.
"Yeah...You'll learn to live with it."
You closed your eyes and nodded before the corners of your eyes slightly tilted upwards as a thought crossed your mind.
"Funny...I'd thought you'd be happy. Or, that you'd try to get in my pants."
Freddy snorted before replying.
"Who says I'm not ?"
You looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing together.
Two broken souls laughing together on the first step of the gallows...
Freddy was broken, but he'd be fine to be broken with you. And whoever or whatever broke you ?
Well...There wouldn't be a night when Freddy wouldn't be hunting their dreams, eating them away until nothing remained but madness. And even in death, Freddy would bring them to hell himself.
"~Honey I'm back !", Eddie said with a big grin on his face, grin that immediately fell when he found you crying on his coach.
"What happened ?", he asked worriedly before sitting down next to you. He threw the concert tickets he had bought on the floor and you confessed.
"They broke up with me..."
"Idiot.", he didn't hesitate before telling you and then smiled sympathetically at you. "You're great. The greatest of them all. You are nice. You were always nice...even to me."
He held your hand and kissed the back of it.
"He didn't see his chance ? Too bad."
Eddie wouldn't make the same mistake.
That night, Ghostface made another victim. And Eddie won himself a chance to right his past wrongs.
He had let you go once, never again...
Eddie *gently tugs a strand/curl of your hair behind your ear* : "You'll be alright, sweetheart. I promise."
#fandoms#imagine#fanfic#freddy krueger x reader#michael myers x reader#norman bates x reader#jack torrance x reader#pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017#pennywise 2017#pennywise 1990#pennywise x reader#bo sinclair x reader#brahms heelshire x reader#jason voorhees x reader#slashers
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Idea on Who would survive a horror movie/film, DJATS edition
Inspired by Which DJATS character would survive a horror movie? poll by @svvy2003 (tagged).
I'm writing my own idea About It.
First i'm starting with characters and their horror tropes, and according to those tropes, who would survive, and who wouldnt, also who i would save, if i was allowed, which is difficult, because people has to die in Horror movies. I don't like to kill characters when i write tbh, because i get attached to them, thats the most difficult for me when im writing horror. But It has to be done. My fave genre to write Its murder mystery, because Only one dies (the awful one™) and then the others are ALL suspects because, everyone wanted that fucker dead XD.
Also, the physical look of the actors/ actresses playing those characters in Djats show, will be the one taken account for the judging, as It affects also in their survival chances (sadly) :
• The groupies (the groupies "going at It" with Billy, Eddies date the night of the affair with Camila, Graham's beach date...etc).
- Their horror trope : Hot "silly and slutty" girl (as horror writers judge them to be...🙄).
- Chances of Survival : Nope, 🎶nopity noopeee🎶 = 0%. They get instantly gruesomely killed, with unnecessary nakedness (shower or crappy sex scenes).
-Opinion : I hate the trope Its sexist as fuck, but Horror movies wouldnt allow saving too many people, because horror=death, so...They die.
• Lisa Crowne
-Her horror trope : the hot sweet girl.
-Chances of Survival: very low 10%-20% .
Its the female sexy (non slutty) girly girl. Sometimes plans the loss of her virginity , in teen slashers. Writers logic in horror Its : Sweet sexy likeable feminine girl = dies 🙄. Her death Its sudden & tragic, as everyone likes her , her demise always makes you gasp. Usually the first one to die of the group, or the second one, if any of the groupies was a girlfriend of a group member. The Sweet sexy one dies just before the wise one dies, and Its the "Shit just got real moment".
I would like to save her, cause i LOVE her, but her death Its necessary for horror & drama 😭
• Graham Dunne (also adding Tobías here, they have similar vibes)
- Horror trope: the cute loveable guy, sort of little brother for everyone. Sometimes he also gets the trope of final girl's best friend / tough chick complicated boyfried, who crushes on the final girl.
- Chances of Survival: very low = 5% to 10%. Hes young, cute, a guy that everyone likes and is younger brother for someone more prominent or dominant, so...As writers love the drama, he gets killed soon, and Its one of the characters that we care about. He dies, right after the groupies, and the Sweet sexy girl, but way before the wise one and other characters. This character death usually is a catalyst, so.. Its necessary 😭
• Warren Rojas
-His horror trope : the Funny one.
-Chances of Survival: very low = 5% to 10%. The funny character usually lives just to survive the wise one, towards the middle of the movie. He gives some comic relief, and youre sad for him later. Its death Its usually short and less explicit.
In this case, sadly, he's even more fucked, cause he's latino,and he's affected by the racist and disgusting "no pocs alive at the end" trope (popular between the 70's to the 2000's) present at many horror films,still nowadays...He dies.
Again, i dont want him dead, I dont want to perpetuate this trope, I just dont...But the funny one needs to die, to break the audiences Hearts 😭
• Teddy Price ( add Billy's and Graham's mom / Camila's mom here, same vibes.)
- The horror trope: wise one paternal/ maternal figure, loved by everyone.
- Chances of Survival: very low = 10% to 20%. Dies killed in a tragic and epic scene, towards the middle of the movie, probably sacrificing for the rest of the group, maybe because the awful one™ actions.
-Racism in this case doesn't matter (thank God!!) but just because of the ageism trope (😭) , if you're older than 50... you die, period. (The walking dead, im looking at you!!😡)
- I would like to save him/them, as i dont like killing off characters. Having said that, that death in a horror story Its very sad but very fitting, would probably die saving Billy. Devastating one 😭😭😭
• Rod Reyes.
- Horror trope: cool protector "older than the rest" but "still young and hot enough" figure. This character is epic, smart and hot all in one. Example: In vampire movies he/she is the cool vampire Hunter, second smarter after the wise one™.
- Chances of Survival: low to moderate = 25%-50%. He usually dies, towards the end of the movie, and his death Its the catalyst of the evil thingy demise and / or the final girl wake up call (many times Its the final girl's older brother/sister or stranged after divorce father, so yeah). Other times this character survives, but mauled... But in that scenario, at least they get to live (yayy!!). Rod is gay, so written by stereorypical writers, he may get affected by the disgusting "bury your gays" trope STILL common in movies/TV...what the fuck!!! (Deathtrap, Halloween kills, Scream 4...)
-I would like to save him...So he: 1- lives heavily mauled 2- if he really needs to die to adjust survivor numbers...Then he dies an epic death saving people, thus leaving us devastated (think the typical explosion with a big group of zombies surrounding the group, after being bitten himself).
• Eddie Roundtree
-His horror trope : the annoying one, aka The one who always complains and doesn't help at all.
-Chances of Survival: None, 🎶nopity, nopeeee🎶= 0% to 10%.
The annoying one always dies, usually when he/ she stops being annoying and start being reasonable/nice (arc redemption of sorts??) then...he/ she dies towards the middle to the end. Right after the Funny one. People feel sad, because they die just when they started to get likeable .
-As i said, dont like killing, but Eddie goes down 😟
• Nicky (Niccolo) Fitzpatrick- Argento
-His horror trope : the awful one™ aka the one everyone hates , absolutely everyone. May actually be the killer in some teen slashers (Scream). He always fucks everything up, doesn't go with the plan, gets someone killed because of It (tough chick or wise one), Its a fucking coward (see Train to Busan's Yon-suk) , may or may not be obsessed with the final girl (Scream again). This IS the one you want to die during the film.
-Chance of survival: Even less than None, 🎶Nope nopity nopeeee 🎶 = - 100% to 0% 😈. Always has the most gruesome death, to make people slightly happier after breaking their hearts too many times with the rest of deaths. Its also the death we always remember as "holly bloody awesome" when we remember the film, this is where writers puts most of their creative artistic sadism into action... And let's face it, its way more satisfying than It should be.
Because Nicky Its the fucking worse, He dies a horrible death. Byeee!!
• Bernie
-Her horror trope : the nice sporty boyfriend/girfriend for another character.
-Chance of Survival: No, 🎶nopity Nope🎶 0% to 5%. This character, like smart sexy girl and lovey boy, IS designed to die and break our Hearts, always. Plus, in Bernie's case.. In a horror, being black and lesbian ("Vásquez always dies" + "no poc at the end" : Land of the death, The hollow child, the descent, the ridge grave Girls, killing Eve...) with the usual writers, that inhabit fiction (horror)...Lets face it, she's screwed.
-I would like to save her, shes fit and strong, i hate tropes, So she: 1- lives heavily mauled. 2- if she really needs to die (like Rod before) to adjust survivor numbers...Then she dies an epic death saving people, thus leaving us devastated (see Rods death before) . In this case she dies saving Simone 😭 probably from one of Nickys fucked up actions.
• Simone Jackson
-Her trope : best female friend of the final girl.
-Chance of survival: moderate to high = 50% to 100%. Tricky, if Its written by old times male writers, she as a black woman and a lesbian...you already know the tropes. But , if Its written by modern times cool writers (see Hell Fest movie) she survives, maybe hurt/ mauled, but does live. That type of character death follows the tear jecker trope (like lovely boy and Sweet sexy girl)
-I would definitely save her, be It mauled or healthy, but she gets to live. No doubt on that one. She will survive. Period.
• Julia Dunne (add Daisy's daughter and Graham's kids too)
-Horror trope : daughter/ younger sister of the Hero and or the final girl (when is a baby/ kid). If teen or adult, she gets "smart nerdy girl, too clumsy to survive alone" trope. Either case, "damsel in distress" trope.
-Chance of survival: low to high= 25% to 80%
This one was the most complicated to me. Because if we write her as an Adult, then she dies in the Hero or Final Girl's arms, to add drama, or had survived after enduring horrifying torture/trauma at the villains hands.
If Its a kid...
1 - if Its written by old school writers (the walking dead comic , plenty of writers till the 90's) then kid/baby lives.
2 - But if Its new school writers (see the Walking Dead TV show or Game of Thrones to see what i mean) she dies as a kid too. And we bawl our eyes out 😭😭😭😭😭😭.
I really want to save Julia and the other kids too . If Its a baby/ kid written by me, then Its safe, i refuse to kill kids in my stories, period.
If Its Adult... i dont know, may sacrifice her/them to save another person ? Julia definitely would die for others. Depends on the story and genre,.
To me as Adult, Julia survives (mauled) saved by Billy. The kids (Daisy's an Graham's) lives, saved by parents. No kid dies here agenda Its Alive and well.
• Billy Dunne
- His horror trope: the tortured hero™ , he's the hot main man all Girls want. Also Its 1 -the final girl love interest, in which they either dont get along at first or are dramatic exes (Daisy) 2- are a very in love couple in a huge crisis, always because of him (Camila).
In the first scenario they fall (or fall again) in love and defeat the evil.
Second one, they survive and reinforce their relationship (what happened in Djats, but im digressing)
- Chance of survival: moderate to high = 50% to 100%. Its tricky, because , for one part, Billy its physically hot and fit, also brave, and we all know for sure he does know how to fight/ throw a good puch. He's a badass. If he were the main character and got to have "before the 90's writers", he survives 100% (see original Evil Dead series), but if he is the final girl's love interest.. he gets mauled or he dies for her safety, and you all know that Billy would die for those he loves (Julia , Camila, Daisy, Graham, Teddy...)
Its one of the few things that Billy Dunne has in common with Sam Claflin's other most popular character : Finnick O'dair. They both would absolutely die for those they love without hesitation.
Against his survival, there's also... that he is played by Sam Claflin (my beloved❤️) who dies a lot in films ,at the point of being this generation's Sean Bean...😭. I've seen him die more than I can bear... Anyway, because i am not objective , as I love Sam, and i like Billy, i want him to survive, but as writers like to make him suffer, I'm writing him to survive mauled, but very much alive (yaayyy!!!) *cough learn Suzanne Collins cough*.
• Karen Sirko
- Her trope: tough chick.
If Its a secondary character Its usually sidelined. As main character , she shines and saves the day.
- Chances of Survival: moderate to high = 50% to 100%. Depends, again, if Its secondary, then chances are lower (Vasquez always dies trope) But if shes the main, she survives. Also in her case, depends of the horror genre, in Sci-fi shes the absolute main character, and the final girl (see Alien, Karen = Ripley, for real) if Its zombie apocalypse/ Vampires/ werewolves etc fights greatly, but dies in the end (Land of the dead) But if she's secondary and in slasher, she doesn't get a chance, and dies towards the end, because of the awful one character coward actions. Also... she's blonde , they dont do well in horror films.
- I would try my hardest to save her, but only if the story works. If not, then Epic death (Rod + Bernie) might be required.
• Camila Dunne / Camila Álvarez
-Her trope : She has plenty.
1- THE FINAL GIRL (before the 90's).
2- Perfect girlfriend/ wife or tortured hero™ (Billy).
3- Dream girl, too perfect for being real and Too good for this world.
-Chances of Survival: low to very high = 30% to 100%.
1- If Its old time writers (or gothic fiction) and she's the main one, she survives, she's what all Girls should aspire to be, the males LOVE her...Survives 100%.
2- Old times writers... But Billy IS the main one:
a) She survives with him as the LOVE interest who was on crisis with him, but forgives him, and end Up together, marrying (thats why i used her maid surname before) = 100% Survival ❤️
b) She is the girlfriend / wife of "avenging tortured hero boyfriend", after a R&R movie scenario, and dies just for the "man-pain" trope : The Crow , Death Wish (Camila Morrone appears on that one playing Julia's trope role), The Punisher, Mandy, Seeing Justice...Then dies 100%😭
3- New time writers totally kill her type of girl, for shock / drama factor , maybe make her be slightly mean or manipulative to that other "not-like-other-Girls" modern final girl (you know Who i mean), to get that one they like better with the male Hero (*cough literally Taylor Jenkins Reid* and cough *Hello Sunshine writers cough*).
In her favor : she's Hot and brunette. Brunettes are the winning ones usually. Against her : she's latina (poc dies trope, remember?) and is considered slutty(!?) by some audiences for her affair thing with Eddie / the Guy she has a Crush in high school!!! ...Dont go to Twitter / X ever...Seriously, don't. Save yourself the headache, that i just got yesterday.
- I would try to save her without hesitation, tbh. If she has to die (numbers adjustement) , then she resurfaces as a Ghost and Its the narrator of the story. Period. I dont give a damn anymore. She gets to exist...Still better than what canon did for her, tbh.
• Daisy Jones
- Her trope : Also plenty.
1- Modern (90's to nowadays) main girl or final girl aka ~🎶 Not-like-other-Girls™ ✨~ : Slightly insane but unique, feminine But not too much, whimsical, ethereal, but lonely... Its usually written by modern writers (female). Very present at indie movies, romcom, romance in general and Young Adult ex: Twilight's Bella Swan anyone??? Daisy Jones reminds me a lot to Bella Swan: gets everything she wants, does mostly fuck up , she is "Not-like-other-Girls™ ", both have terrible moms . And somehow , they get EVERYONE'S love...Tell me Daisy isn't like that !!! I love her, dont get me wrong, But let's be honest here...That IS Daisy's trope.
2- Possessed by evil entity , because...Well, because....Just because she is a redhead!!!???😱 Apparently demons dig possessing redheaded girls , at least according to horror writers 🙄.
And if you are a woman with mental health issues then...Welcome to "woman with mental health issues= Evil woman" trope. Its still present at fiction nowadays (sadly) Ex: Evil Dead (2013) most Lifetime movies about evil women.
3- Hidden real Evil one, either a Witch, Vampire or a human mastermind killer. She is hot and redhead, I theorize that horror writers hates redheaded pretty women, because they have been rejected by redhead women (as they should) and those men are bitter now...🤣 Proof of the theory Its that there's way too many examples to count here...
-Chances of Survival: high to very high = 75% to 100%.
Let's face It , the series are called Daisy Jones and the Six for a reason, she IS charismatic as fuck, the girl has main character energy in spades,which means that she has a "Big as the Everest" sized plot armor.
I also am old enough and have read enough to recognise that thick plot armor when i see It, Daisy has It , I mean :
1- Dont die of overdose in book nor in the show,
2- As older woman was healthy and still Hot...After that extreme drug use???! Come on!
3- She also got :
clean / sober,
cute little daughter (serie) ,
brilliant career writing (book) / singing (serie)
The hot Guy™ tortured hero aka Billy too!!!! (Book implied, Serie explicitly seen at the end).
So, if she can survive the drugs adiction with 0 to no consequences...Then she survives whatever you do to her...she IS unkillable.
Thats It, i guess. Sorry for the long rant. Feel free to share your opinions or theories about horror and the tropes.
Have a nice day!! 😊☺️
#horror movies#tropes#ideas#daisy jones and the six#djats#metas#too long#long post#horror films#i love horror movies#but lets be honest#also#I love Daisy#but i am right#daisy jones#billy dunne#camila dunne#graham dunne#karen sirko#warren rojas#teddy price#rod reyes#the groupies#julia dunne#nick fitzpatrick#lisa crowne#camila morrone#sam claflin#finnick odair#bernie
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DFF thoughts, in no particular order:
Phee is my small bean. Good boy.
Keng is ... still a mystery? Like? He's a predator, he picked the most vulnerable and isolated boy. He cornered him after making him feel indebted with that shitload of money. But also, what is his deal with the money laundering? Why is he so involved? How did he have the exact right amount of money? Is he investigating? But why then endanger it all with creeping on a student? For a second i wondered if he uploaded that video. He's either incredibly stupid or ??? for having sex with a student in his fucking office?
Por and his run of the Mill rich boy asshole bullying is almost funny. If he knew what kind of small scale wanker he is compared to the others lol
Thee my boy, what a fucker. He and Top. They never miss a chance to fuck Non over, they're just relentless in their malice.
Jin. Jfc, jin. Trying to get Non to stay. If he really cared he'd do his best to get him away from his friends (like phee tried, hmm?). And holy shit, why would he record that??? I'm not a 100% that it was him that uploaded the vid but still. Bad [and what were they even doing there? Was that a Set up?]
And baby boy Non. I'm sure he enjoyed strangling Top there for a while, i'm sure i would have 😂 Apart from that he just can't catch a break.
And to be clear, while i get phee's reaction, of course he feels betrayed and hurt... Non was in no way, shape or form able to consent here. He's a minor and Keng is his teacher (who he now owes money to, i guess. Lovely)
And to think i went into this expecting a campy teen slasher 😂
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In honor of 300 followers, I present to you...
Hey, you! Yes, you! Are you sitting there thinking, "Will I ever find my true love?" My answer to that is: I don't fucking know! So, why don't you come on down and get matched-up with a fictional character who will never break your heart or leave you left on read (unless you want them to)!
To participate: Grapes, a liter of ginger ale, eggs Fuck, wrong thing. Sorry. Slide me an ask confirming whether you're 18+ or not, specify the fandom, tell me your favorite song, personality traits, and pronouns!
⤷ Fandoms: HQ, Naruto, JJK, KNY, and Tokyo Rev! But, if you're a slasher fucker, you can just say the word 'slasher'!
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Enjoy the event! Sorry, you've missed it!
Bonus: If you're 18+ and a horndog, you get a chance to request one or two of the NSFW questions below about your match–up! That's right! Up to 2 questions!
1.] Do they prefer sex or masturbation?
2.] Is their dick cut or uncut?
3.] Are they rough or sensual in bed?
4.] Are they a loud or quiet partner?
5.] What kind of foreplay do they like?
6.] Are they a dirty talker?
7.] Would they be into pegging?
8.] What's the weirdest thing they've done during sex?
9.] Would they like role-playing? What kind?
10.] What kind of porn do they watch?
11.] What's the weirdest porn they've ever watched?
12.] Do they have any kinks? What are they?
13.] Do they ever get pussy drunk?
14.] Are they good at giving head?
15.] What's the dirtiest thing they've ever done during sex?
16.] Favorite sex position?
17.] Are they a tease?
18.] What's the quickest way to turn them on?
© highlev 2022. ♡ reblogs are appreciated!
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If you're someone who loves a not very well known horror character that is almost never seen getting attention from the slasher fucker community just know I adore your infatuation towards the unknown, niche dickhead of a cutie and that you are not alone 😌
There's a big chance I love them too or will love them if introduced
#lemme know who the horror love of you life is that you never see anyone show the same amount of love!#like we need fellow Goggle or Big Brain lovers or Cyst ♡ from THHE the day i see the fandom thirst for them is the day ill think i've died#like im talking really unknown characters or just ones that noone ever considers
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Bursting in through the door with 3, 5, 12, 13, 18, 23, 32, 37, and 39 for you!
Starting off strong :^}
3. you're planning a horror movie marathon with your friends - which movies are you picking?
We do it every October and we never get to my horrible suggestions :sob: I'm a huge fan of like really bad horror movies as in did horrible in the box office but became cult classics for other reasons, that being said:
Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon
Black Christmas (Original)
El Orfanato
Dead Silence
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Original)
Th13teen Ghosts
Ghost Ship
Sinister
The Ruins
Stay Alive
The Messengers
Tourist Trap
He's Still Out There
The Crazies
Slither
5. if you were a character in a horror movie, what kind of movie would it be? what kind of character would you be? what would be your fate?
My aesthetic is very camp counselor, so late 70's early 80's camp slasher horror would fit me very well. However, I think in a true horror movie I would be taken out of that element completely. Something akin to the Hills Have Eyes or Texas Chainsaw, getting lost during a road trip and having to fend for myself in the wilderness while being hunted by the unknown/environment would be the movie. I would be the scream queen, I would make it fairly far into the film and most likely be captured or died trying to help someone else or succumbing to my wounds :,(
12. could you be the final girl? be realistic.
I would be a scream queen full stop.
13. you're offered the chance to privately talk to a horror villain of your choice, currently kept secure in a government facility. your safety during the encounter is guaranteed. do you take the offer? and if you do, who do you pick? why?
Absolutely, if I had to pick a slasher? Billy Lenz I want to study him like a bug, monster wise please god let me be able to poke and prod at a Yautja
Real talk, Billy Lenz is so fascinating to me as a character. It's never stated if what he says is being parroted/some form of echolalia; whether or not we know what he did to that girl off screen we know one thing for sure: Something horrible has happened to Agnes. He was either the perpetrator or he witnessed the event in its entirety and his parents are trying to figure out what happened to her through a traumatized child.
Yautja is just the monster fucker in me wanting to ogle
18. would you rather summon candyman or open the box leading the cenobites to you?
As much as I want to meet my home girl Deep Throat and Butterball, hands don't summon the cenobites, I have no desire either way for pleasure or pain but I would love to have a moment with Mr. Robitaille <3
23. what are some things that give you the total creeps? places, items, even certain times that you try to avoid whenever possible?
4:44 am & underwater structures/statues rotting beneath the sea
32. do you have any favorite halloween traditions? any you personally follow or would like to follow?
I like to watch horror movies with my buddies! As well as going to the pumpkin patches and spirit of halloween with my family!
37. it's halloween! the clock strikes midnight and at the edge of town, a witch is trying to summon you. what items will she need for the spell to work?
Scrap of tie dye cloth, wilted sunflower, rabbit skull, gypsum rose and earl grey tea bags
39. what do you think of modern horror? in general, but also in comparison to horror of the past?
Honestly? It gives us too much and doesn't leave the audience suspended in anticipation for what could be happening. Jordan Peele does a fantastic job of giving us that flutter in our stomachs and the gnawing in our minds that something is Off and Wrong without just giving up the whole plot!
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Ah, it's Halloween season. The season of spooks, candy, and slashers. Horror is a big part of Halloween season, so I decided to write something that's... actually just violence and gore. Because that's what most horror movies feel like to me. Anyways-
Canon Characters: Marona Aquato, Lili Zanotto
Fan characters: Lucas Cruz, Hugo Flores
Warnings: Major Character Death, Description of Death and the subsequent Dead Body, Harm Against Minors
Marona stared down the barrel of the Sprouter at Lucas Cruz. But if she were to shoot...
The scythe that Hugo was holding was already pointed to reap the young girl's soul. Though... Marona wasn't too sure if the scythe could reap an alive soul, she didn't want to take chances.
"Now then Marona, we appear to be at a stand off." Lucas smirked.
She could tell he was calculating the best move. She had killed before, with no care to the ones who were lost. They were all devoted to the cause. And the cause would be the one that they would all push up flowers for, if that meant that another group could be free of these debts.
But this was different. Her grandson didn't know what he was doing and now everyone she and he loved were in danger. Lazarus had already lost his leg to these fuckers.
"Put the gun down, and we'll do the same for the girl." Lucas nodded back to Lili.
When she was a girl, Marona and her sister heard of Mara, Goddess of winter death and spring rebirth. She foolishly assumed that when the watery grave had hit her, she had been taken in by Mara. Like the Marzanna dolls she and Lucrecia used to throw into the winter melt water in the early spring.
How foolish she was. In death, people wanted the same as they had in life. For Marona, that was peace, which she could never find.
For men like Lucas and Hugo, they wanted fortune which they got by stomping on the working class.
How had her death been such a mirror to her life?
She crouched down, placing the gun barely within arms reach to her. She stood back up, staring Lucas in the eyesockets.
"Now, let her go."
Lucas now had his confidence back. "Well, we were just going to put her down, but you heard her, Hugo."
The larger skeleton let go of Lili's pigtails, not moving the scythe. Gravity shoved the girl down its blade ripping her open up to her neck as her head lolled.
"NO!" Marona shouted, taking a step forward.
The corpse showed a clean cut, though Marona was sure that it was now bleeding out. The plants would have an even bigger feast than they were prepared for. The soul that Marona had once seen was now in its dead form, still in the body like a cocoon. Stunned and unsure how to process its new form now.
A lack of guts and feeling empty but no hunger. A lack of lungs and feeling empty yet no needed breath. A lack of eyes and yet able to see. She had been ripped open early, instead of struggling until a reaper could appear and soothe the child. Explain what happened. Except Marona would not be able to sugarcoat it.
Lucas lunged down for the sprouter, only for Marona to kick his lower jaw, stunning him. She shoved him into a table with the other sprout seedlings.
"Hugo! Get the girl and get out! I'm right behind you!"
Hugo ripped the poor angel out from her body by the poor little wings she now had.
Marona grabbed up the sprouter and began to run after Hugo. At the very least, she could avenge the poor girl's death. As she did so, she saw Hugo getting into a hotwired vehicle... with a Demon at the wheel.
No. No no no no SHIT! If they were able to get demons... who knows what others from the spirit worlds they could bring. Trying to get back was out of the question. They needed that door closed.
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fuck it i’m posting this
remember that billy x oc smut i teased earlier? here it is! i have more to this but here’s what i’m comfortable posting for now >:3c
Billy Lenz X Chance, a trans male OC. No full on intercourse but they get pretty hot and heavy. I’d say this is a Lime on the citrus scale.
Summary: After weeks of pursuit, Billy Lenz gets some alone time with his new obsession. / Chance finally meets the asshole who’s been making obscene offers over the phone, and he’s honestly kind of into it...
Warnings: Non con/dub con into consensual. Trans male character with some female coded language to refer to his body. All characters are in their 20s but there’s a vague line that alludes to Chance’s childhood.
it almost seemed like I could get away - but his unpredictability was on his side. I’m pinned down by billy lenz as he’s finally caught me, all part of some sick game he’s been playing. the threat of the mystery caller - that creep on the phone who’s been dying to shove his tongue up my tight piggy cunt (his words, not mine) - seemed so distant before but it’s real now. if only I’d known to investigate the noises I’d heard at night…
I don’t know what he’s got planned for me as he pins me down on the couch, wrists held down above my head in one of his hands. but there’s something oddly tender about the way his free hand strokes my cheek before he presses his thumb against my lips, wanting me to open for him. I part my lips and let him in, suck on his thumb as he slowly fucks it in and out of my mouth.
this pleases him. “greedy little cunt,” he says teasingly, starting to probe my mouth with his thumb. running it over the sharp points of my teeth, pressing down on my tongue. “all worked up and sucking my thumb like it’s my fat, juicy cock. haven’t even got it out yet, must be fucking dripping for me.”
I don’t do much - I can’t do much in this position - my roommates are out of the house for the next couple hours, and who knows who could help me out here when the pervert who’s been hiding our attic has pounced on me? at the very least, we’re in the front room on the couch across from the window, and anyone who’s on the street could probably see me. pinned down under his weight, no doubt looking filthy as he presses a knee between my legs.
the pressure on my clothed sex makes me gasp slightly, and he just pushes deeper in my mouth. his obscene muttering continues, taunting me for how badly I must want him. he remembers, the way I’d pick up the phone and hang up the second I realized it was him. it made him switch tactics - pretending to be someone running a fundraiser or telling me I won a free cruise to the Bahamas, then flipping the switch and revealing who it really was.
that just pissed me off even more! but even so, I just avoided staying on the line... I try to think about what I could’ve done to provoke this, but the reality of him above me, physically here to make good on his promises, fills my head with a haze.
good thing he remembers for me.
“go fuck a light socket, pig,” he sneers, in an unnerving impression of my voice. “took you long enough to figure out it was me. who else would call you?”
he pulls his thumb out of my mouth, but doesn’t give me time to respond. “I never hear your friends on the phone, no one asks for you, it’s just little old Billy calling for you, isn’t it?” he pokes my nose, almost playfully.
I start to speak but he just grinds his knee against me, and chuckles when my body reacts to his friction. “you like that?”
“I -“
words fail me. all I can do is nod and whine and hope he doesn’t stop, it feels so good. my head rolls back slightly, and I struggle to keep my eyes on him.
“if you like that you’re going to love this.”
he reaches his hands behind my back, pulling me up to a sitting position. in the sudden movement I almost don’t realize he’s released my hands. but then he grabs my wrist again, and guides it up his thigh to grope at the growing bulge in his pants.
“gonna love how this feels splitting you open,” he continues, pressing my hand against his hardening cock, almost like he’s using me to jerk himself off. “when’s the last time you had something this big in your tight little cunt?”
“I - I don’t know,” I respond, my arousal and nerves making it hard to respond coherently. I mean, not that he’s very coherent either, but I still feel like I’m going to screw something up and he’s going to disappear, back to wherever he came from. never to be seen or heard from again. it scares me. but then again, if he’s been in our attic… he’s seen enough of me already, he would’ve left earlier if he was going to. “I had finals, I haven’t had time to... “
“aww, you poor, needy thing,” he coos, pulling me into his lap. “don’t worry, billy’s gonna fill you up.” he grabs my hips and grinds up against me, and it throws me off balance. I fall forward, and brace myself on either side of him. I’m able to use the back of the couch to push myself up to sit again, to grind back against him.
my face is close enough to his now that I can smell his sour breath, see his half lidded eyes watch me bouncing on his lap. watch me like he must have been for days? weeks? there’s a sick part of me, deep down, that gets a thrill knowing he’s been watching me all along. and now he’s at just the right angle to see my cleavage down my shirt.
this seems to … inspire him. his hands leave my hips and I hear the zipper. I can tell by the way he’s moving - shaking, almost - that he’s taken that juicy cock he’s bragged about in his hand and he’s jerking it for all it’s worth. but he won’t leave me out of the fun, of course - he guides my hand to it, and I gasp when I realize I can barely get my fingers around it. he only smirks at me in response, moving my hand for me.
I swallow, collecting myself. “please, I want you inside me.”
he stops completely - narrowing his eyes at me. his grip still tight on my wrist, though he’s moved it away from his body.
“say that again.”
“um,” I say. “I want you inside me.” his gaze is burning through me. here it is, isn’t it? Chance fucked up and did something weird without even realizing and now this guy doesn’t want anything to do with him, just like the kids at school.
but he doesn’t leave me, doesn’t even let go. just stares at me.
“I mean, if you want… we don’t have to,” I say finally. “do you want to? we can stop.”
he’s looking at me like I’ve grown another head. every bit of sex advice a straight person has ever given me is going through my head right now. on one hand, I know I should ask for consent and all first right? on the other… have I ruined the mood? is it really a sin to talk about it?
“no!” he says suddenly. “don’t stop, keep going, I - I want you too.”
the way he says that - there’s an air of seriousness to it, like he’s declared his last will and fucking testament or something.
I turn the tables on him - nod and smirk and guide his hand to my crotch, letting him brush against me through my clothes. it’s not much, since the fabric of my pants is so thick, but seeing his eyes light up as he starts rubbing me more is worth it all.
I start to unbutton my pants, then suddenly remember where I am. the curtains are open, sunlight coming in from the front window. right. anyone on the street could see us like this.
“wait,” I say slowly. “could we move this to my room? people can see us from here… and I have condoms in my room.”
“I know,” he says smugly, but doesn’t make much of an effort to move. “you’d hate to let them see you like this, huh? spread open for me…”
“yeah,” I say finally. “as … hot as that would be… what if there’s kids around, y’know? and besides, I also don’t want you catching something.”
“oh? right, right, and you don’t want me to knock you up either, do you?” he looks amused with himself.
I can’t help but turn away for a second, suddenly flustered even though I’m seemingly more in control of the encounter now. damn breeding kink. “yeah, I mean I got an IUD, so that’s not a risk right now.”
“scandalous! you know those promote promiscuous behavior.” he says that in another voice, laughing.
I give him a playful shove and get up. “come on, I have lube in there, I’m gonna need it for - you know.”
“oh, no I don’t, actually, what ever would you need lube for? my fat, juicy cock?” he teases, and gives me a shove in return. it’s a little too hard and makes me stumble but I recover easily, and take his hand to pull him to my room.
#nasty attic originals#billy lenz x oc#billy lenz smut#nsft text#lemon#chance the slasher fucker#thats his tag until i give him a last name lmao
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WELCOME TO MY BLOG BESTIE🩸
Hi yall so Im gonna do a little introduction post<3
First of all my name is Lili/Lily/Lillie
I go by she/her pronouns
IM A SHAMELESS SLASHER FUCKER
like literally
SO THIS BLOG IS ABOUT HOW I WANNA GET DEGRADED/FUCKED/CHOKED BY MY SEXY ASS SLASHER CRUSHES OR HOW MUCH I WANNA STOP EXISTING, NO IN BETWEEN
I usually share my horknee thoughts with yall and also my honest opinion
If you dont like it by any chance you can BLOCK me
You can start arguing with me but I really dont give a fuck ❣️
Yall can ask me anything or write for me, like besties lets be friends💕
If you wanna have some other “what does ur fav slasher/movie/etc..says about you” just hit me up
Okay, so here are the slashers/fictional murderers I want to have in my bed or in a corner of my room like nevermind:
The Grabber
Asa Emory
The Other (from Hellfest) —> yall have to check this movie out like he is so fucking hot I’d suck his d-
Vincent Sinclair
Michael Myers daddy
PREDATORS/YAUTJAS ESPECIALLY CELTIC
Ghostface obviously (mostly Danny Jed Olsen from DBD)
Frank Morrison
UHM THE TRICKSTER, JI WOON HAK BAE
The Doctor aka Herman Carter
Pyramid head zaddydaddy
Thomas Hewitt
PINHEAD YES
Pennywise too 💔
I do think thats all but otherwise Im into animes as well, so I collect figures, plushies, dolls
I LOVE HANNIBAL (the tv show), I really hope we gonna get a 4th season🥺
And lastly I hope there is another universe where Im getting face fucked by my slasher crushes<3
🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀
I hope you have a great day and all, take care
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Just finished watching Turning Red, and just kept thinking that Bubba Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt may identify with Mai a little to much, so here is a little HC 💖🫂
( this does not contain any spoilers)
I believe that they may identify themselfs with that trope of character, who is always trying to be what it is expected of them and forgets their own needs most of the time. Like Bubba really not wanting to be a killer, he just does what he "has to" to protect his family, he is not "evil by nature" or glorifies killing, but has to do it when he thinks his family is in trouble; and same with Thomas, his family are the only people that treat him like a human being, and even then, he is expected to act more like a weapon than of a family member, I don't think that he hurts people just for the "fun of it". So this trope of characters that face the family pressure and generational truma are what I believe would be their favorite type.
(and I have to mention RZ Meowyers baby in this because I cannot keep my husband out of this 😔 This is his favorite trope too, he gets sentimental; and like Bubba, I imagine him getting pretty emotional with this movies)
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So I haven't seen that movie, but regardless, I completely agree.
Even before I became a slasher fucker, when I watched horror movies casually, I never saw Leatherface as evil. Yes, he kills and does terrible things, but even as a kid I had a feeling that this man wasn't evil, even if he did bad things.
Except maybe the Leatherface in the tcm featuring Vigo Mortensen, he's guilty.
Bubba and Thomas are absolutely victims of circumstances and family pressure, especially Bubba.
It's more unclear why Thomas obeys his family so much, perhaps it's like you say, because his family were the only people to treat him right. He still obviously doesn't like killing, evidence when he hesitated to kill that biker and had to be talked into it by Hoyt. But he does kill, and now I think his mind had just been warped. Once you cut someone in half, you can't come back from that...
Bubba is definitely a victim of manipulation by his family, most specifically Drayton. We don't completely know Bubba's mental state, but it's clear he's very easy to manipulate into doing bad things, and deep down he may be joining in on the fun to satisfy his family. (Like when he gets a high five from Chop Top.) Maybe he joins in willingly. (When he "screams" along with Nubbins to mock Sally.) We won't truly ever know, but we can safely assume Drayton forces him into it, and clearly beats him when he even thinks Bubba is disobeying him. I personally can't see in pleasure in Bubba when he kills, he takes no personal pleasure in it, it's a job. A job he doesn't want, but a job he has to do to satisfy his family.
Both of them need to be rescued from those homes and be let to live their own lives. Let Bubba dress up all day, let Thomas do some leather work in peace 😭 (With ACTUAL leather this time)
RZ's Michael is a very interesting character to look at. Michael Myers on paper is supposed to be a empty husk of a human who only knows how to kill, but RZ's Michael just isn't that. He's more human. Who knows what makes him kill innocent people, but it's clear he feels emotion. When he kills, he's angry. Screaming as he plunges his knife into people, grunting and panting is response to exhaustion. When he reveals himself to Laurie, he seems so sad. When she betrays him, he's heartbroken, and can only do what he knows: try to kill. He's very human, and if the system could've helped him, he may have had a chance of leading a semi normal life. I definitely see him as the more human of the Michael Myers we have seen over the years. OG and Peepaw are the Boogeyman, but RZ's Michael is just a hurting man.
Like I said, I never saw that movie, but from what you describe I definitely agree, they'd get sentimental watching a movie like that. 🥺
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Interview With A Slasher
Rating: Explicit (I think?? I mean it’s smut)
Word Count: 2.8K
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Content (Vaginal Fingering), Danny is a confusing bastard
A/N: I don’t want plot with my porn just feelings! This is my first fic I’ve ever posted pls be gentle with me I promise I’ll be better in the future and write less niche scorpio porn
AO3 link
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When you first set foot into the entity’s perverted playworld, it was a hellscape made worse by how straight-up confusing everything was. Sure, the entity keeps on coming up with new insanities to throw at you, but over time you’ve learned there are rules that make things bearable. That make things make sense. If x, then y. If you break the don’t-drop-god-pallet rule, you get left to suffer on the hook longer. If you don’t unhook your teammates before the entity creeps down to thrash with them, you probably won’t escape with your life... or your friendship. If you don’t heal Bill quickly, his wheezing will be everyone’s downfall.
And, of course, if you so much as look at a killer outside of the trials, you’ll be cut off from the group.
Though it made all the sense in the world for survivors and killers to hook up in between hooking, you were the only one out of your little group to do the deed with one of the proverbial devils in your hell. Survivors smooching survivors was completely commonplace but you knew if they found out the infamous ghostface had taken very... different polaroids of you, they’d take it as a betrayal. Other survivors who weren't already spoken for were fair game, but choosing to interact with any of the killers was a statement.
So, despite Danny’s whining and bitching, you had made sure to be extremely careful. Which meant additional rules for the two of you. One of which was no sneaking off from the campfire, no matter how hard you could feel him staring at you from across the burning logs. Ironically, you weren't exactly sure where the two of you stood in the less literal sense. One dirty affair was more than enough for you, so you hadn't so much as looked at any of the survivors like that since your first hookup with Danny... but you didn't know if the same could be said for him. I mean, as ridiculous as the situation is, it would be nice to know what you meant to him. With Danny, it was kind of hard to tell. On one hand, he'd been... interested in you from the start. Any time you were in a trial together, you were his obsession, and it had always been like that. He was less lethal when it came to chasing you, like he enjoyed the game of cat and mouse when you were the one playing it with him. On the other, as much as he loved to stalk you, he wasn't exactly forthcoming about himself. Whenever you tried to get to know him beyond the ghostface mask, he'd distract you, or deflect, or get magically pulled away to a trial. Your gaze drifts over to where Nancy and Steve are huddled together, looking the very image of cutesy. Oh, to pick sensible romantic partners like Steve.
“You okay, kid?” Bill’s gruff voice pulls your focus from the flames you’ve been staring at to avoid Danny’s gaze. Ironically, Bill is sitting across from you so now you have a small excuse to glimpse in Danny’s direction. “Bad trial?” The old man prompts.
Your shoulders pull up in a shrug, “I mean, when is there ever a good trial?” Your answer isn’t cheery by any stretch, but that’s one of your favorite things about Bill. Talking to him, you don’t feel any pressure to bullshit and act optimistic.
A husky laugh rattles out of him and immediately you feel more at ease, like you’re just hanging out with peepaw. “Fair point,” he nods. “Who was it? One of the more fucked-up ones?”
It actually makes you snort, because intuitively you sort of know which select killers he’s referring to. “Yeah, it was the clown. I swear to god, I inhaled so much of that shit my voice is going to start sounding like yours,” you smile, eyeing Bill with the fondness of grandpa’s favorite grandkid.
Bill rolls his eyes and it looks like he’s going to fire back some sass when suddenly Ace comes sauntering over to clap a hand on his back. “Sorry to interrupt, hot stuff, but I need you to come teach the new girl that trick against slugging.” Ace tilts his head towards where Feng and Elodie are sitting a couple yards away, both audibly pissed at having been left to bleed out on the ground.
“Oh, sure, sure.” Bill nods as he gets up from his seat, always one to have his priorities clearly in check. Another one of the unspoken rules. Someone needs some guidance in the trials, you give it to them without hesitation. You still owed Meg for teaching you how to slip into lockers quietly. “Wait— you uh, you gonna be okay on your own?” The old man is standing like he’s ready to go with Ace, but his eyes are hard and clearly telling you he’ll stay with you if you need him to.
Ace opens his mouth, probably to offer to keep you company, but you’re not like Bill. Waving them both off, your eyes fall on where Danny is crouched in the shadows. Your priorities are nowhere NEAR where they should be, you think, waiting for them to take a few steps away before you break your very cardinal rule: no sneaking away at the campfire.
His hands were on you immediately and your adrenaline ran hot in response. “You have to be quiet, Danny,” you reminded him quickly, keenly aware of his penchant for risky dirty talk.
“Aww, but I thought you hated it when I was quiet!” You couldn’t see his face behind his mask, but god, you could feel the dramatic pout. His fingers slid across your hips, pulling you into him aggressively. “Or do you just need some foreplay first?” He purred, one palm slipping down underneath your skirt to grab at the flesh of your ass. “Fuck, I love it when she puts you in this.”
“Danny!” You hissed, nerves ablaze with proximity-based anxiety. You were playing with fire by even letting him get this far and you knew it. Danny was the kind of guy who you couldn’t give an inch to because he’d take a yard and would make it feel so good you’d happily give him a mile no matter how many warning alarms went off in your head. “If any of them-“
“I know, I know, if any of them find out you’d be a pariah, blah blah blah... hey, I didn’t know you liked the old fucker so much,” Danny says completely casually, his palm smoothing over your asscheek absentmindedly.
You sigh, hating how you can already feel yourself melting a bit under his touch. “Feeling jealous?” You breathe, looking up into the black mesh that’s hiding his eyes from you.
He has the audacity to snort, the cocky son of a bitch. “Fuck no,” he chuckles light-heartedly. “You’re lucky I don’t spank you raw just for suggesting that.” You feel the points of his fingers dig into the skin of your ass with the threat. Suddenly his other hand is on your face, cradling your jaw gently. “I just wanna know more shit about you,” he says plainly, his two hands sending two very different signals to your touch-starved brain, both of them good.
You lean into the one that’s framing your cheek, hating yourself for how handsy you’re letting him be when you’re both close enough to hear Bill bark out directions. “Yeah? You wanna know who’s my bff back at the campfire?” It’s sarcastic and you know you immediately need to make up for it unless you want to tempt him into making you scream. You decide you’ll placate him by turning your face and pressing a kiss into his gloved palm. You think you catch the faintest sigh from him for your effort.
“I do,” he grunts as his hand turns to cover your mouth, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks. “I wanna know everything about you.” Coming from someone else, it might sound romantic. But Danny’s voice is dark, teetering on obsessive. From a different person, the words might paint a picture of lovely dates and idyllic late-night conversations. But from his masked mouth, they scream stalking. Looking at you when you don’t know he’s there, sifting through your belongings, hoarding candids of you that you’ll never know exist.
“So come on, is it the geezer? You know, thinking back on it, he does love to take hits for you,” Danny muses, his mood suddenly light again.
You roll your eyes, reaching up to pull his palm off your mouth when you feel his grip soften. “Sure, I guess Bill is my bff. I have to fight Ace for him though, so I don’t know how mutual it is,” you shrug. It’s irrelevant shit, you know it is, and you can’t see his face to make sure, but you suspect Danny’s listening intently to you anyways. Like he’d be happy to hear you prattle on about the social dynamics between the people he loves to gut. The undivided attention fills you with yearning and his gloved finger is in your mouth before the thought is even fully formed. You don’t know how much of your heat he can actually feel through the thick fabric, but based on how his fingers slip under your panties, it’s doing something for him.
“God, you’re such a slut,” he hisses, the fingers in your panties now prodding at your slit. “You don’t know how bad I want to pull out my dick and make you choke on it right now.” His arousal feeds yours like it always does and combined with the leather slipping between your folds, you don’t stand a chance. Fuck the rules. You lathe at his finger happily, but Danny has other plans and before you know it your mouth is empty. Your eyebrows pull up in confusion and he shushes you sweetly. “I wanna hear more,” he explains, his fingers inching towards your hole. “Tell me,” he urges, “tell me everything and I’ll make you cum, beautiful.”
His slow attack on you has you biting your lip and failing to decipher what he specifically wants to hear. “W... what do you want to— know?” You breathe, both of your hands finding themselves on his chest for support.
“Which one of them was your first friend here?” He asks as one of his long fingers penetrates you lazily. He wastes no time in establishing the sensual rhythm, but you know Danny, and you know it’ll all stop unless you play his weird games. Today, it’s whatever the hell this line of questioning is.
You blink, trying to come up with an answer while he massages your walls. “Meg,” you finally answer, your nails digging into the leather covering his chest. He doesn’t answer right away and you bite back a smile. “The redhead,” you clarify. Of course he wouldn’t know anybody’s names, duh, you’re letting a killer fingerfuck you right now.
Pleased that you’ve caught onto what he wants, Danny slips another finger into you and makes you keen like a teenager. “Who would you bring back with you, if you could go back to your old life?” Both the question and the spot his second finger rubs up against take you by surprise and you almost cry out. The contrast between how well you know each other’s most sensitive spots and how little you know about each other’s ‘old lives’ gives you a weird feeling in your stomach. “Shhh,” Danny taunts happily, “we have to be quiet, remember?” His smirk is pretty much audible as he throws your words back in your face.
You shoot him a glare in response but grab onto one of his outfit’s tendrils to hopefully try and ground yourself. “Who’s your bff?” You suddenly ask, taking you both by surprise. His fingers keep moving but it’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to flip his inquiry back on him. You can't blame him, you weren't expecting you to do that either. The quiet milliseconds feel like hours and you find yourself starting to sweat a bit more. Fuck, was that not okay? His fingers stay inside you, moving at their same rhythm, but you're to busy overthinking to keep climbing towards your orgasm right now.
“Amanda, probably,” Danny responds with a small shrug. You feel yourself start to breathe again. “Oh,” he giggles, “you wouldn’t know her name, right. The Pig,” he clarifies quickly before shifting his focus to your clit.
A sigh tumbles out of you as he rubs it with just enough pressure to make you sink your nails into the cloth of the tendril. Like always, Danny’s mind and body seem to be on two different paths as he starts plunging his digits in faster. “Danny,” you beg, desperately wanting a beat to think about the information he just gave you but not finding it in his new rhythm.
“Come on, you didn’t answer my second question. You’re lucky you look so fucking hot right now or else I’d leave you high and dry... well, maybe I will...” he threatens and you press your forehead into his chest, trying to communicate how badly you do /not/ want that to happen.
“Fuck, fuck,” you pant, brain whirring trying to remember his question. Honestly? It’d been so long since you let yourself think of your ‘old life,’ you didn’t really have an answer thought out. “I don’t— know,” you pull back to look at him through his mask, “I don’t think about my old— my old life anymore.” You’re not sure if it’ll piss him off because you’ve again failed to answer the question but Danny tends to like honesty so you pray he lets it slide. Because, fuck, his thumb on your clit like it is has you ready to drench him at any moment.
He’s quiet for a second. His head tilts. And then you hear his gruff sigh and suddenly his pace becomes even more lethal. Your knees buckle but his other hand wraps around your waist like a vice and you swear some of the tendrils seem to reach out towards you too. If you thought it felt heavenly before, it was nothing compared to how he was touching you now. Your own hand has to slap across your mouth to stop you from moaning like a whore. “Good,” he hisses, his voice low. “Don’t ever think about it,” he demands, “you’re here, now.” Your vision swims as you tear up, his assault on your heat making you shake. “You’re never getting rid of me, you understand?” His voice sounds obsessive again but it only gets you hotter.
You both know you’re going to cum any second, there’s no way you could properly respond to the insane shit he’s saying right now, you can barely even process it. So, instead, you choose to be risky again and move the hand that’s covering your mouth to his neck instead and pull his mask to meet your lips.
Your eyes jam shut as your hips seize and sharp jolts of white-hot pleasure wrack your entire being. You hope you’re quiet but honestly, mid-orgasm you can only hear Danny’s erratic panting. For a few precious seconds, while your body is flooded with endorphins from his ministrations, it’s just you and him. Your mouth pulls away slightly while you ride the orgasm but he closes the distance between you instantly, pressing his masked mouth to yours.
The blood pounding in your ears starts to slow down and your eyes open back up slowly. You’re so close you can see through the mesh and into his irises. His pupils are completely blown out and it gives him a downright feral look you know should really scare you. But it doesn’t. After all, that’s the real first rule you broke.
You pull away and lean your head on his shoulder when you start to worry he'll hear how your heart is beating out of your chest, your panting far quieter now though it’s still rugged as hell. “Who...” you pipe up when you feel his fingers slip out of you, “who would you...?” Your brain is still way too fuzzy from the hormones to fully articulate what you mean. Hopefully he gets that you’re asking his question back and doesn’t think you just sound like an idiot—
You feel his chest shake when he rumbles out a chuckle above you. From where you’re angled, you get to watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth from behind the mask. A small groan escapes him at tasting you and your chest soars with confidence. He thinks you taste good. Better than good, given how much time he’s spending savoring every last drop on his tongue. You almost forget about your question at the show, but you remember instantly when his raspy voice rattles out, “isn’t it obvious?”
You blink slowly and then suddenly you feel a swell of affection for him as you get his meaning.
Out of everyone, even the killers, you. He’d choose you.
#dead by daylight#danny johnson#DBD Ghostface#dbd danny#dead by daylight x reader#ghostface x reader#dbd fanfic#danny johnson x reader#danny johnson smut#danny 'jed olsen' johnson x reader#slasher#slasher community#slasher smut#smut writing
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Overstimulation
“Mmmmmay I request slasher boys (I really really want HoW boys, but you can add anyone!) getting a bj from their s/o who just keeps sucking them even after they've already came? They just overstimulate them!”
Gonna make these short-ish because I’m unfortunately very busy currently but I hope these are to your liking!!
Bo
It’s late at night and Bo isn’t home yet, you bite your nails and stare at the clock, concerned about how late dinner will be. He finally walks in, breaking your thoughts.
“You took your sweet time” there’s an edge to your voice that you fail to hide, a result of your imagination taking you to dark places and reasons for why he wouldn’t be home yet.
He sighs throwing his arms in the air, “What? A man can’t get home a little late. D’you see the fuckers that came into town today? That guy was built like a fuckin’ truck”
You try to let it go but you’re kinda mad, “well, I didn’t know whether to cook or not so we don’t have any dinner.” You state it matter of fact, trying not to glare holes in him.
He stares at you, before barking out a harsh laugh, “What the fuck is this? You gotta problem with me?” he starts taking large steps towards you and stops barely an inch from your face, bending his neck to get right in your face.
You see the furious look in his eyes, but decide stupidly to push past the fear, “I’m just saying. I can’t start dinner if I don’t know when the fuck you’ll be home. Next time give me a head up, or is that too fucking much to ask asshole”
Well now you’ve done it. There’s a tense moment before his hand whips up to grab your face, smooshing it in his wide hands.
“Okay sweetheart I’ll give you your fucking dinner. Hell, should shut that preeetty mouth of yours up”, you can feel your blood running like ice through your veins.
He leans in close to breathe down your ear, “Get on your fucking knees and beg for it before I decide on a worse punishment”
You don’t need asking twice, having been on the receiving ends of those ‘worse’ punishments. You clatter down and look up at him, unbuttoning his jeans, “please daddy, please can you fill my mouth up with your cock”
He grins like a shark, “That’s a good start. Make it good and I won’t take this further”
You pull out his cock and rub your hands over it, giving him kitten licks on his tip.
“Fuck I love how your hands look wrapped round my cock. They can’t even reach all the way round huh?”
You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out, waiting for him to take charge- you know he likes to take charge.
“That’s a good little slut” he purrs before slowly inching his cock all the way into your mouth, making a guttural sound as his balls reach your face and you reach you tongue out to lick at them.
The kitchen tiles are cold against your knees, but you barely notice, your focus directly on the panting man in front of you. The sounds of Bo’s loud groans fill the room alongside the lewd noises your mouth and tongue make as you slide them along his shaft.
“Fuck, god. That…uhhh…that feels so good doll. Don’t stop”
His hand is gripped tight in your hair, making you wince as he tries to stop himself taking control. All he really wants to do is fuck your throat raw but he knows better than to draw your ire. The last time you had held out on sex for a month, leaving him with only his hand as solace.
You’re taking long deep mouthfuls of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks and lavishing your tongue around the girth of it as his head hits the back of your throat, before pulling back and teasing his weeping tip with languish flicks of your tongue.
“Fuu…fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum soon. Tell me what you want baby. Hmm? You want daddy’s cum down your throat”
You smile sweetly up at him, hoping he’ll leave the punishment at this “please daddy, please give me your delicious cum. I want to taste it, I want it inside me” you savour how his eyes roll back before his grip on your head forces his cock back down your throat.
You can feel how his dick makes your throat bulge out, and his thrusts become more and more erratic. Just when you think you’re about to pass out from the lack of oxygen you feel the telltale twitches.
“You fucking want it so bad you little cumslut. Ungggghhh, take it”
His hot seed spills out into the back of your throat, coating it. There’s a lull as Bo comes down from his high, his breathing slowing and the glaze in his eyes lifting.
It’s then that a wicked thought hits you, your mind only slightly focused on revenge. You swallow his cum with his cock still in your mouth causing him to yelp. Then you start to run your tongue along the veins on his cock, causing him to yelp, “Fuck. Ahh-ah, that feels too good”
You ignore his pleas, figuring he’ll rip your head off his length if it’s really too much for him.
You suck on his throbbing red tip, as he judders his hips against you- unsure if he wants more or less. You keep bobbing your head along until he’s a mess of expletives and tears barely able to form sentences. His hands can’t seem to decide where they want to be until finally they manage to pull you off him.
Panting he gives you a dark look, “I’d suggest you start running before I catch my breath again”.
Vincent
You had been messing around painting together, dabbing small fingerprints on the corner of Vincent’s easel when he wasn’t looking. Before long he had noticed the giggles coming from you each time he turned away and was onto your game- waiting for you to be distracted yourself before tackling you to the ground. From there it had turned into some light wrestling as you tried and failed to overpower him, being easily trapped again each time. It was easy to forget how strong he was…and it was amazing how turned on that made you.
“Vinnyyyy, let go. I didn’t do anything”
His mask-less face pulls into a lopsided jovial smile and he shakes his head at you knowingly, his eyes darting from your own eyes, down your body and back.
You try to squirm from under him, figuring if strength wasn’t on your side then maybe you could use your smaller size to your advantage. You quickly stop as you hear a groan from Vinny and feel his growing excitement against your stomach. You gasp and still, looking him straight in the eyes, a staring test ensuing. You’re the first to look away, his eyes blazing into your own- all hints of jesting gone from his features. You can feel the blush heating your face and pray he doesn’t notice. But he does.
Moving his grip on one of your arms to your hair he pulls you to his mouth, kissing you deeply and grunting into your mouth as he ruts against your stomach. You knew that if you didn’t act quickly you would skip the foreplay entirely in favour of getting pounded into the ground by him. Reaching your hand down you easily find his cock and rub your hand over it through his clothing, causing him to groan into your mouth again.
You pull away for air, determined to do the thing you haven’t found the chance to do with him yet, “Let me taste you Vinny” you whisper in his ear and you feel him shudder against you in anticipation, his hand coming up to grip your throat lightly as he turns to kiss you again.
He stands and pulls you up by the neck to your knees, you salivate at the thought of his cock fucking your sweet mouth. Quickly you help to strip down his dungarees and gasp as his cock springs free, the tip engorged and oozing precum. He stops, unsure of himself in this moment and you gladly take charge, leaning forward to lick a line from his balls to the head of his cock, he makes an appreciative noise and throws his head back.
His hand moves from your throat across to your cheek stroking it gently, as you take him in whole, slowly inching your way down him until his cock is filling your whole throat. You repeat the movement a few times earning you a plethora of sounds from the large man, before you speed up your movements, circling your tongue around him and using your hands to work the areas your mouth struggles to reach.
He finally looks down at you, panting and signs as best he can ‘your mouth is killing me’, you grin around his cock and wickedly take the tip only sucking hard as he yelps and grabs at your hair, making your scalpel scream in pain. An idea strikes you and you pull off his cock, leaving him slightly confused before you stand and pull him to the table, draping yourself backwards across it and opening your mouth wide to waggle your tongue at him.
His eyes widen, and he swallows, licking his lip before stepping forward and guiding his cock to your waiting mouth. He starts slowly but quickly gains momentum as he’s spurred on by the bulge his length makes in your throat.
Growling he signs sloppily ‘where do you want it’ and you realise he’s close. You sign back ‘shower me’ and he feels his soul ascend as he pulls out and paints your face and swollen lips with his cum.
He has to grip the table for support, trying to regain his senses after witnessing what he thinks may be his finest piece of art yet. You inch your way over to his semi-hard cock and guide it back into your mouth, causing him to moan and huff, his hand grasping at your throat again. He’s never experienced this before and bucks forward, the pleasure too much to handle.
‘your mouth. Too much. Fuck.’
You giggle and release him from the purgatory of overstimulation.
He sighs in relief and reaches up to wipe a thumb across your mouth, before rubbing the cum onto your tongue.
‘I think I found my new favourite activity baby’
Lester
It had been a nice day so Lester had offered to take you on a ride through the country. Something about the way the sunlight reflected off your pretty features had him gulping and shifting in an attempt to hide his growing arousal. Being you though, you had noticed and cocked an eyebrow at him.
“What you looking at, gorgeous?”
“You, Lester”
His breathing hitches, “now why would you wanna do that. I’m nothing much to look at” he replies, those confusing feelings he gets around you swelling up like a wave.
You reach your hand towards his leg, running it from his knee up towards his groin. He nearly swerves in his efforts to stop the car, but once he’s flicked the engine off he’s scrambling to pull you to him. You meet in a clash of lips, tongue, and teeth. He keeps you there, stealing your breath like a drowning man, only pulling away once your lips are thoroughly swollen
He looks you dead in the eye, “This ain’t a dream right?”
You can’t help but giggle before you shake your head no, “I’ll prove it to you”
Your hands unbutton his trousers and you shove them down with a little help from his lifted hips.
He’s already hard as a rock, and you take a moment to feel all of him as you whisper in his ear, “your cock makes me so hungry Lester, can I taste it? Please Les?”
“Ohh god, please yes” he’s distinctly aware of the painful erection that he’s convinced only you can mend.
You kiss him hard again before trailing kisses across his collarbone and then down his chest, to his navel and finally to his leaking member. You kiss it the same way you’ve dreamed of kissing his mouth- slow, sensually and with your tongue. His whimpers reach your ears, and you glance upward to find that adorably he has his hand covering his face. You take that hands and bring it to your mouth, sucking on his fingers slowly. He makes little gasps as you do.
“Watch me baby, watch me Les”
He nods, unable to do anything else at this point. You lower yourself again but this time you take more of him into your mouth and suck hard, moving your mouth further and further onto him with each bob of your head.
When you reach his balls you swallow around his member and he cries out, “Fuu…oh my god. Y/N please, I need…oh my god”
You set a fast pace, using your hands to stimulate his balls. The forest is filled with the sounds of Lester and you are living for it, his own pleasure fuelling the slickness between your legs. You make do with rubbing your legs together for now. Lester must have noticed though, he reaches his hand under you to grasp at your chest. Your moan vibrates his cock and he sucks through his teeth. He rubs your nipple between his fingers, working it to a peak and flicking at it.
You can barely believe you’re finally doing the thing that has fuelled your solo sessions. You try to show it in your actions, trying to show Lester how much you worship him and his cock. You push yourself to your limits, allowing his large size to stretch your throat- gagging around him before coming up to suck greedy breaths of air into your deprived lungs.
With the pace you set it isn’t long before Lester’s breath turns ragged and he bucks up into your mouth, the only warning before his seed spills into your warm and wet maw. You’d be mad at the lack of warning but hell, it might be his first time.
“Fuck. Where the fuck they teach you how to do that?” he groans.
You’re about to answer when there’s a call from outside the car.
“Hey, you” A male voice calls out. Lester pushes at you protectively and you kneel in the small foothold of his truck.
“H-hey there sir, what can I do for you?” he manages, fumbling to button his trousers.
He allows you to take the material when you reach up, thinking you’ll button his trousers. What he doesn’t expect is to fill your mouth stretch around his spent dick and he jolts up slightly.
“You okay?” the other guy asks, before shaking his head, “look, I need some help. My car broke down.”
Lester is bursting, trying to hold himself together as he responds, “Uh..Uhhh yeah, I’m mm, I’m all good. You uhnn, you sound like you need a mechanic. You head down that trail and past the flooded area then ohhh, uh, then you’ll find Bo. Just uh, just ask for him” he is sweating from the pure effort of getting the words out as you overstimulate him, his cock leaking precum in a desperate effort to make it less painful.
The guy simple nods and dismisses the weird guy in the truck as being socially anxious. He walks off to his certain death, as Lester finally manages to rip your head off him.
“Hey now, that was just mean”
You smile up at him, wiping your mouth, “Sorry Les, you just taste so good”
#vincent sinclair#vincent sinclair x reader#bo sinclair#bo sinclair x reader#lester sinclair#lester sinclair x reader#slashers#aaa I hope this okay#n sfw#still learning the ropes for smut#smut
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