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"You Don't Know What This Means." Freddy Krueger X AFAB! Reader. A Commission.

Ayyy! Another comm in the bucket! So this lovely commission, was done for @freddyappreciation who gave me the go ahead to post and share this lovely work with all of you! Went with something dark, romantic, and of course, horny as hell! I cannot thank them enough, getting paid to write Freddy?! A total dream come true. 2K was what they asked and paid for but I couldn't stop with such a rad prompt and busted out over 4K! Let's no dally, here we go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.1K. Freddy Krueger X AFAB! Reader. Warnings. Dark Fic. Dangerously Obsessive Reader. Name Calling. Degradation. Rough Stuff. Man Handling. Mocking. Teasing. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Face Fucking. Gagging. Choking. Restrained Reader. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Creampie. Crying Reader. Knife Play. Fear Play. Blood Play. Murder. Begging. Boot Humping. Edging. Denial. Consensual Snuff. Death.

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Is this what love is?

Is love cruel words and taunts muttered in the hollow of your throat while some ineffable force, heavy and chain like, holds you down into cracked and rough concrete? Is love cold steel slicing through sweat slicked flesh easier than a hot knife through butter? Is love a scarred hand with two fingers shoved so far into your mouth that you can’t stop yourself from gagging?

Is love the way he weighs on your mind, unable to leave you? Is it called love when you cannot stop thinking about him, what he has done to you, what he has said to you. Is this love when you continue to come back to him and take the abuse and the hurt and the debasement and crave more still?

Is the thick lump in your throat and the nervous itch in your fingers, unable to stay still, along with the ever present slickness between your thighs a symptom of that funny phenomenon written about in countless books and songs? Depicted too on endless TV screens?

Is the near obsession that has overtaken you while awake and asleep, love?

You aren’t sure what else it could be.

You’ve always heard love described as something all consuming, something fulfilling, something that makes you feel whole, complete. Love feels necessary and life changing and like you cannot live without it once you’ve experienced it, right? That’s what everyone always says anyway.

Maybe you love what he does to you? How he touches you, rough, unrelenting, like he knows how much you can handle. He never underestimates you. He is seemingly as endlessly confident in what you can take as he is in himself. He clearly enjoys pushing your limits, making you cry, begging him, telling him there is no way you can do what he wishes, only for him to show you that yes you can and yes you will.

Perhaps you love how he makes you feel? Not just physically, which holy fucking shit can he make you feel physically cannot be understated, but how he makes you feel about yourself.

You adore the effect he has, the way he leaves his mark both mental and on your body, making the times that you share while you are asleep undeniable. You can’t say it didn’t happen when you look over your cut and bruised body in the dim morning light of your bathroom. Inspecting the mess of hickies, dried tacky blood and other fluids, along with fading scars from previous evenings spent tangled up with him. You feel like you don’t fully belong to yourself anymore, no, you are his and the way he claims you, hurts you, assists in you feeling this way.

It makes you feel unsteady and off kilter, makes you feel impossibly hot, as if you are still in the boiler room long after waking, your mind feels sluggish, thick and clouded with lust and much more deep and complex feelings.

Feelings that stir things up inside of you that are much harder to define but insanely delicious.

You cannot help being entranced by him. Totally swept up and captivated. You probably shouldn’t. He’s not human, an awful abomination, a murderer and yet here you were. Night after night begging for him.

Ever since that first meeting where he pulled you to his realm and chased you, terrified you, nearly caught you, well you found it impossible to lock him out of your mind. It was like he burrowed under your skin and took root deep into your mind, refusing to leave or let you go.

He taunted and teased you for a long while before he fucked you the first time but after he had you in that fashion it really ramped up. He declared you fun, worthwhile of his time and that made you feel special.

You liked being special. You liked it so much that is where your obsession truly began. Where the addiction took hold.

Bedtime became your favourite time of day. Making yourself as enticing as possible, wearing delightful things made of silk and lace, high and low cut, excited to see what he would say, to feel him rip the flimsy garments from you and do whatever he wanted. You started going to bed earlier and earlier to see him sooner and sooner.

You found yourself squeezing in naps when you could. Spending days off sleeping as much as your body could.

You got so into seeing him that you had trouble falling asleep, far too energetic, mind whirring too quickly for sleep to claim you easily.

This simply wouldn’t do.

So you invest in as much as you can to make you sleep better, deeper, longer. Lavender lotion not only makes your skin soft, inviting his touch but promotes relaxation, lessens anxiety and makes for better sleep. You stock up on goodnight blend tea and drink it by the potful more than you do water. You don’t eat big meals in the evening. You invested in better bed sheets and a white noise machine and blackout curtains to make your bedroom the perfect space to crash hard.

You sleep and sleep and sleep some more. Devote as much time as you can to him.

You abandon hobbies, your house falls into disarray, why clean when you can sleep? You don’t cook like you used to, ordering in, take out, frozen meals become your best friends. You also start showing up late to work, sleeping in far too much, also trying to leave early, your work suffers, mind clearly distracted and elsewhere. Thinking of him, wondering what he was doing, pouring over what you did last night and what else you hope to do in the future.

Your boss talks to you and tries to inquire what is up with your quality of work lately, the showing up late, the sloppy appearance and you act cagey and dodge the questions, refusing to answer. You come up with lame excuses and your boss doesn’t seem satisfied but lets it go.

You keep spending as much time as you can with him and the awful dream demon himself who you keep visiting? He finds all of this hilarious. You are devoted to him, spending all your energy and money and time on him. He loves the attention, loves how willing and ready you are, that you are broken for him.

He taunts and mocks you over it often.

You are on your back, head hanging off of the bed he conjured, his non-gloved hand on your throat as he continually forced his cock past your lips, over your tongue and into your tight and constantly constricting throat. You gagged, struggling to breathe through your nose. Spit ran almost embarrassingly from the corners of your stretched wide lips and down over your eyes that were squeezed shut as tight as possible. You took the abuse he gave with gusto, utterly soaked, who needs air when you have him after all?

“You’d do fuckin’ anything for me wouldn’t you?”

You attempt to nod but another harsh thrust, the deepest so far, makes you gag so hard your back arches with the motion of it before falling back onto the bed. You writhe, your hands on his hips but you don’t push him away, you wouldn’t dare, in fact, you pull him closer. The taste of him makes your head swim.

“Course you would. Desperate and pathetic whore.” He grits out as the grip on your throat tightens, you choke around him, swallow thickly around the head of his dick and it makes him groan. “Can feel how deep I am in here.”

He could have been talking about his cock inside or his deep hold in your mind and both would have been equally true.

Your fingers dig into his hips, your tongue presses to the underside of his shaft, you continue to slurp and suck him messily, trying to give as much as you humanly can.

It’s a good effort but he isn’t human, you are reminded of that often and it’s part of what you enjoy so much about him. You are in a perfect headspace right now, submissive and pliable, your hips rock involuntarily, desperate for some stimulation. “So needy you gotta hump the air, hmm? You still need more attention?”

He taunted as he continued to brutally ram into your throat. You whimper weakly around his shaft and he tsks, “My cock down your throat ain’t enough for ya?”

You shake your head slightly and you feel his gloved hand touch down on your bare stomach, the sudden chill of the metal makes you jerk under him. “Greedy, greedy.”

You feel him drag the blades up, the edges tease and you shiver, you wonder what he is planning as his hips slow but you aren’t left to wonder long. He cuts you. Breaks the skin and you cry around his cock. A deep steadying breath through your nose before continuing to suck and he laughs, he cuts again and again and while your pace falters slightly you keep on going, you keep on pleasuring him. “You’re too fuckin’ much.” He pants out.

“Here I am cutting you and you still keep sucking, still tryna hump the air too, stupid slut.” His fingers press into the fresh cuts, he makes more blood well up. You feel the hot and slick liquid run down the sides of your stomach and begin to saint the sheets below. You are sweating so much from the heat of the boiler room it stings the open wounds and it makes you cry harder as he fucks over and over into you. His groans more frequently, panting as he continues to degrade you, throbbing on your tongue.

He’s close.

You want him to cum down your throat, you want it more than anything. You make some needy and urgent sounds and he laughs again, he cuts deeper. His thumb smoothes over the angry red lines and digs in, making you buck under him from the pain that washes over you. “You need it fuckin’ bad, dontcha?”

A shaky nod, you are crying openly, the mix of tears and drool on your face is indistinguishable from one another. Your shoulders are shuddering, hands barely holding onto him as you just take what he gives, the taste of him thick on your tongue. “Get ready-”

The gruff quality of his voice when he was so close always made you clench around nothing. You are treated to three more strong thrusts, a new cut matching each one until he pushes in as deep as he can and he cums. Mess of him draining right down your throat, you swallow around his twitching dick, pulling some amazing sounds from him for a change.

It is far too satisfying for words as he rides out his orgasm.

He holds inside of you until you push back on his hips, about to nearly pass out from lack of oxygen. Only then he slides out, dragging his still hard cock over your face, adding to the extra mess as he does so. “Not half bad.” He compliments as he slaps your cheek with his shaft lightly.

The compliment is basic but you smile, warm and genuine. He calls you out on it, “Only someone as tragic and hard up for a crumb of affection as you would grin at some shit like that.”

You feel warm. You feel happy with him. You feel like this is your place, this is what you deserve.

This is how you spend your nights with him. Being cut and your body used to fulfil his needs.

You’d been around long enough that you get a little more than that however.

You get a little special treatment. You get to hear about his “work” , about what he does and how he does it. You eat it up. It might fuel many a hook up. You can’t help but get aroused by the sheer force of nature he was, the power he held, the control. He took so many lives and yet he didn’t take yours because you were fun enough, fuckable enough to have around.

But one night it shifted.

He was telling you about it and the way he spoke about it made you really realise what he did. He didn’t just kill them, there was more to it than that, he took their soul. He whispered about it, low in your ear as his non-gloved hand was between your thighs, fingers buried inside you, curling over and over into that sweet spot that made you sob and quiver. He told you all the dirty details.

Told you they became part of him.

They fed him.

Those who he killed were bonded to him, with him always, totally inseparable.

He fucked you until you had no voice as he told you of the extreme acts of awful violence and the atrocities he has committed. You cum so hard your vision goes white, the images of slashed open throats and torsos of torn limbs, gushing red and the sound of endless screams flash through your mind.

You thought long and hard about that the morning you woke after learning such a fact. You sat in bed, sweaty, bloody and cum covered. You lay in your messy bed, sheets pooled around your hips, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought until you make a decision.

You wanted that. You didn’t know what it said about you or what it meant but fuck, you wanted it.

Your life is so far gone by this point. You are about to lose your job, you are sure of it. You haven’t contacted family or friends, you don’t respond to messages and anyone who comes by you pretend you aren’t home. Your money is gonna run out fast once you lose your job. Your life in reality was dull, it wasn’t worth living, you didn’t want to be awake. Every second spent conscious was occupied with him, wanting to get back in his arms, in that damn boiler room.

Life is meaningless and worthless when you aren’t asleep.

So why bother?

Why not give up your disgusting and shitty excuse of a life in favour of giving yourself up, fully and completely to him?

You quit your job. You leave a letter to your loved ones. You go to bed for hopefully the last time.

You are pulled to him as quickly as ever and seeing him confirms just what you want, you ache upon seeing the outline of him in the shadows through the steam. You hear him drag those blades across old rusted metal and the sound that would make anyone else cringe instead brings you comfort, it makes you smile.

It pushes you forward, to what you hoped would become your whole entire world, to him.

You run. You don’t stop till you are nearly crashing into him, tugging at his sweater and he laughs, “Awe it’s been what? Less than twelve hours this time? Yer actin’ like you haven’t seen ol Freddy in days.”

“Missed you. I always miss you. I hate being away.” You admitted easily, burying your face into the rough material of his sweater, inhaling deeply the scent that was so thoroughly him. He laughed, long and cruel and the debasement started again.

“You are hardly ever awake now, always spendin’ all your time with me, is your life that sad and boring or am I just that fun to be around?”

Both. Definitely both. You had no idea how much you disliked your life until he showed up and you were made to confront the simple fact that nothing, not even reality and existence in the waking world compares to him.

You realise you hadn’t responded yet and told him, “Both, it’s…It’s both.” You take a deep breath before pulling back, looking up at him, fingers tangled in the sleeves of his sweater. “Actually uhm, about that Freddy. I was wondering about something…”

“What’s that?” He asked and you continued, “I was wondering about what you said the other night, about killing and taking people's souls, is all of that true?”

He clicked his tongue, a shake of his head, “Course it’s true, what do you think I do when I’m not fucking you stupid?” He presses on, “And what do you think this is for?”

His gloved hand meets your hip and drags up, sharp blades tease through thin silk and you shiver. “Think it’s a damn fashion statement?”

“No, no Freddy, I figured you actually murder but the souls thing, do they really become like…Part of you?” You asked softly.

“Why all the questions? Usually I got my cock balls deep in you by this point.” He teased, pressing closer to you, sharp blades brushing the side of your neck. He had a point, normally that is how it would be.

You should be honest, lay it all out, with a hard swallow you say, “I want you to kill me.”

The air shifted in the boiler room so severely you could feel it. “What?”

You respond in an instant, leaving you on a rushed single exhale, “I want you to kill me.”

You are shoved into the wall so roughly, it hurts, you groan from the pain, eyes wide with shock, his gloved hand is on your throat. He leaned in closely, lips brushed against your ear as he asked in that deliciously gruff voice of his, “You want me to kill you?”

“Ye-yes.” His grip tightens a fraction and you bite your bottom lip before adding on, “I-I want you to take my soul, I wanna be here forever, with you.”

He pulls back, his eyes boring into yours, he jerks you against the wall, it hurts and steals some of your breath as he chokes you harder. “Oh you dunno what you are asking for you little bitch.”

Yes you did. You thought long and hard about all of this, you craved it more than you were currently craving oxygen to breathe properly. You wanted him, wanted to give up everything to be here. You try to convince him. You nod as much as you can, squeaking out, “Ye-yeah I know what M’ askin’ for.”

“No. You really don’t. If I do this it won’t be what you’re thinkin’ it’ll be.” His tone was dangerous, sharp, just like the blades of his glove. “You won’t be you anymore, won’t be an individual, you’ll just be part of me-”

You struggle to say, your hand gripping his wrist, “I-I don’t care! That’s what I want! I want it, I want you, please, please-”

He practically purrs at this. “Someone begging me to kill them is new. M’ always used to havin’ to chase people and take what I want.” He leans in closer, his lips almost an inch from yours. “Having you offer it up so willingly?”

His glove loosened, dragging down your body, making you arch into him, “S’ got undeniable appeal.”

“So you’ll do it?” You asked, impossibly hopeful.

“Yeah I’ll kill ya.” He hummed and you couldn’t restrain the soft moan you let out at that, positively delighted at the prospect. “Such an eager victim.”

You were, you really were.

His non-gloved hand was on your body now, feeling you up greedily, “Such a good body, so fun to torment. Damn shame it’s gonna go to waste.”

You loved when he was complimentary like this. “How about one last fuck before I tear you to shreads?”

Naturally, you jumped at the chance.

You revel in it. You soak up every last bit of it, every touch, and bite, every grope and harsh word. You moan and write and pant, you give yourself over fully knowing that you are all his, that he wants you, is going to keep you.

You are high on pleasure and on pain and on him. You are made to choke on his cock, grinding yourself on his boot, leaking embarrassingly over the well worn leather, mocking you all the while. “Humping my boot to try and get off? You’re totally hopeless.”

You were. You moan around him and buck harder, your nails biting into your thighs as you stare up at him, pushing him deeper into your mouth. He waits until you are close to cumming before he pushes you down. Thin silk nightgown is cut from your body, torn away and tossed aside.

He forces you onto your knees. Non-gloved hand pushing your head down, making it so your cheek is pressed to the wet grit covered floor of the boiler room. His gloved hand is splayed on your lower back as he slides inside. You moan, eyes falling closed and he sets a punishing pace. Your fingers dig into the floor so hard it hurts. You buck back into him, crying out for him, absolute bliss as he slams into that sweet spot that makes stars appear behind your closed lids.

The blades bite into your back, it hurts, you bleed and you sob. He spreads the mess of scarlet, he licks up the salt and iron and groans in kind. He fucks you nearly dumb, you are a panting and incoherent mess but he doesn’t need words to know when you are close. Your cunt is tightening up, leaking like a faucet, you can’t stop shaking, soaked in sweat and he knows you are on the edge.

It’s time.

His fingers thread in your hair and he tugs, he pulls you up hard, hips never slowing, he grits out into your ear, “Ready?”

“God, yes, yes! Ffffuck, M’ cumming-” You gasp and he feels it. Your walls clamp down on him, body tightening up, and the second you tip over his glove slides up your back and hooks around your throat. With perfect precision and practised ease the sharp tips dig in and break the skin and he pulls hard. He rips and slices through your throat easily, skin splits and blood pours down your chest and onto the floor between your hands. You weren’t expecting it to be like this.

You weren’t expecting it to hurt so much. You can’t make much sound, he cuts deep and once he starts he doesn't stop, your vocal chords are wrecked, you make weak and wet gurgling sounds as you choke on your own blood. You are aware he is saying something to you but you can’t make it out, mind clouded, between the biggest orgasm of your life and the sensation of death creeping in, you can’t focus or understand the words.

There is one thing you do recognize through the haze. The faltering of his own hips, then pressed full and deep, warmth, burning hot spreading inside. Your body is feeling so cold so fast, even in the heat of the boiler room, you feel yourself fading, life leaving you.

You are dying from the hand of this monster, the same one who’s responsible for your pleasure, the same one who chained you to him, drove you to think this was a good idea.

You are dying and it’s all because of him and here he is, cumming inside of you one last time, getting off on the brutality of it so explicitly. He pulls out and your body is flowing from both ends, blood spilling from the large gash that used to be your throat and his cum from your well abused cunt.

His hands release you and you fall to the floor, he is no longer touching you and you die then and there, him watching over your body.

The pain is as inhuman as he is. It is indescribable agony. You didn’t think this is how it would be. He tried to tell you. Tried to warn you. Yet you didn’t listen. You thought you’d be like a pet, a plaything, kept in his realm for him to use and abuse. You thought you’d be fucked day in and out and have no worries or responsibilities.

It’s not that.

There are others here, you can’t tell where you end and they begin. He was right, you are no longer you, no longer a separate entity, you are a mix, a writhing, incorporeal mass of pain and suffering along with the other souls he has taken and consumed, part of what fuels him.

And even still, this is what you wanted right? Even if you didn’t really know this is how it would be, this is what you asked for all the same.

So we come back to the same question we started with. Is this what love is?

Only now you have a sure and definitive answer, one that dominates the reminder of your form, one that is burned into the very core of your essence.

Yes.

It is.

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kiss-theggoat · 8 months

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Hola!

I have a weird thought. The slashers with a reader who’s blind.

Thanks so much for this request!! 🖤

Slashers with a Blind Reader

Slashers include Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Bo Sinclair

Michael Meyers

A relationship with Michael would probably be really difficult if you were blind, only due to the fact that he doesn’t talk. There’s no real way to effectively communicate with him, unless he decides to start talking for you, which isn’t very likely.

But, he’d sort of be like a stray cat I think. You’d be laying in your bed trying to sleep and all of the sudden you’d hear a little noise downstairs or hear your window slide open, and you’d know it was Michael. You’d hear the way he was walking and know he had a bad night. Or you could hear the way he slid his coveralls off and tell if they were bloody or not.

Michael would probably adapt to you being blind by walking louder or making himself more known when he’s with you. Usually, he’s focused on being silent and fading away into the shadows, but he’s okay with you knowing where he is at all times.

He’d probably place his hand on your lower back as he walked past you in the kitchen, put a hand in your shoulder as he entered the bathroom while you brushed your teeth. He enjoyed spending time with you and enjoyed being in your home, so he’d find ways to communicate his needs and understand yours.

Jason Voorhees

You’d run into the same issue with Jason as you would with Michael. Even though communication would be difficult, Jason would put a lot more effort into trying to communicate with you.

Jason would hold your hand to lead you around the forest, guiding your hands over things he thought looked pretty or things that you might like to feel. He loves taking you to the field that has flowers growing and watch you smile as you felt the flowers he picked for you.

Sometimes he’d startle you by sneaking up on you and touching your shoulders, making you jump and whip around, but you’d be instantly comforted by his presence. You knew the difference between him and other people, and you could tell instantly it was your Jason.

Date nights usually consisted of cooking a meal together and then Jason would start a fire for you two, gathering cozy quilts his mother had made to set up two spots on the floor in front of the fireplace. You two would eat and cuddle in front of the fire, and you’d feel the warmth soak into your skin, both from the fire and from Jason.

Freddy Krueger

Being in a relationship with Freddy would be like heaven on earth as a blind person. He’d be able to provide you with sight while you slept and give you the power to live two separate lives.

During the day, all you can think about is falling asleep and spending time with Freddy, looking at everything he’s created for you inside of his dream world. Everything was perfect as you slept, and he allowed you to have the perfect life.

Freddy didn’t actually realize you were blind at first, until you reacted so surprised to being able to see in his world. You spent time staring at everything, smiling and identifying things that you recognized with touch.

He’d create everything to your liking, never feeling more useful and loved in his entire life. He loved the look on your face when he’d make something outrageous for you to look at, colorful and fun. The only negative part about your relationship was when you needed to wake up.

Bo Sinclair

Bo wouldn’t be loving or understanding about the fact you’re blind. He’d probably make light hearted jokes about it or tease you by tossing things beside you sometimes, making you jump or think he was near you when he wasn’t.

He’d give you the task of being Vincent’s assistant, which you liked, because even though Vincent didn’t talk, he was gentle and would always show you kindness and gratitude for helping him with his work.

Even though Bo gave you a hard time, when push came to shove, he was protecting you like his life depended on it, which he felt like it did. If you were cooking snd burnt/cut yourself, he’d run to your aid, playing nurse and doctoring you up before scolding you about doing dangerous things in your own.

He loved to kiss you when you didn’t know he was around. He’d sneak up on you and slap a big sloppy kiss into your lips or your cheek, his heart growing a few sizes at the way you giggled and wiped your cheek.

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slashersannonymous · 1 year

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The slashers’ reactions to finding an Otamatone?

OK! THIS I CAN FULFILL AND DAMN HAPPY TO!!!

Note: I’m going to be focusing on the slashers that I’ve written headcanons for my slasher boyfriends; so everyone featured here is featured here! If there was or is a specific slasher you wish to have seen here my ask box is open!

SO YOU WANNA SHOW YOUR FAVORITE YOUR NEW FAVORITE TOY? MUSICAL INSTRUMENT? VEHICLE OF CHAOS?

Jason Voorhees

Jason will be the first to admit he isn’t quite the most musically inclined person (flashback to him kicking a boombox or too) mostly resigning himself to the quiet, atmospheric nature sounds of Camp Crystal Lake. BUT! When you brought him and his mama that little 3D note shaped bundle of joy - everything has changed.

Jason was at first really confused about the otamatone, much more content watching you play all the hits! Or attempt to play all the hits.

When you weren’t looking Jason has started to fiddle with it and has almost completely learned how to play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star with no mistakes!

His large hands do make playing a bit difficult (to say the least?) but somehow he’s kind of figured it out and just sometimes makes random sounds and seems to laugh a little with you with every random noise and musical scream of the Otamatone.

Michael Myers

Michael is actually even less musically inclined than Jason, he doesn’t even really listen to music at all (it's a bit of uncanny but we don’t judge here); so when you brought the Otamatone he legit had no clue what it was or why you had it or why you would find enjoyment out of it?

Michael did actually grow a genuine curiosity, marked by his head tilt, about the Otamatone after you (trying but kind of failing) at playing a couple songs.

You encourage him to play and at first he just seems to press, slow and deliberate, feeling it out and really listening to each note. Methodical and calculated. Dude it’s not that serious, it's a toy????

Honestly, he’s grown quite a bit of an interest in the Otamatone now! (AND HAS STOLEN IT A COUPLE TIMES WHILE YOU WEREN’T LOOKING); so you bought him his own! He is ecstatic! But, y’know, he hasn’t said it quite yet but you can tell behind his mask he is just beaming!

Freddy Krueger

Freddy loves music! He steals a couple cassettes here, a couple CD’s there from his victims - he’s up on all the latest musical trends amongst the youngins! (note he does call them that) HE LOVES MUSIC ESPECIALLY WHEN IT GETS UNDER YOUR SKIN A LITTLE BIT! You debated on bringing the Otamatone for him to see but you finally silenced such silly, worrisome thoughts with a “What's the worst that can happen??”; oh you sweet, sweet summer child.

Freddy was giddier than a kid at Christmas the second he laid his eyes (and claws) on that poor, innocent Otamatone. Oh the plans, oh the sinful, degenerate plans he had for this innocent Otamatone.

He is actually pretty good at playing? Like REALLY GOOD? Who knew the knife glove would not inhibit his musical capabilities with such small buttons?

He has played WAP - many, many, many, many times to the point where the second you see the Otamatone, you swiftly walk away before you can hear him serenade you on why you’ll need a bucket and a mop in a short while.

Bubba “Leatherface” Sawyer -

Bubba is a very simple man, we all know and love him for this, anything and everything can entertain him! But Bubba has never beholden such a modern wonder of joy and entertainment as the Otamatone! Bubba shares your enthusiasm and wonder of what joys your new musical contraption brings.

After watching you play, like seeing miracles being performed right in front of his very eyes, Bubba was beyond excited to play the Otamatone! To sadly be met with the fact that his hands and fingers are a bit too big for him to play as clear as you do. Poor baby burst into tears after getting too frustrated with not being able to play as clearly as you.

That became a special project between the two of you; figuring out Bubba’s special way of playing the Otamatone; and he has improved a lot alongside you.

Got a bit of blood and bits on it a couple of times? It's a bit gross but you and Bubba have gotten better at reminding him to wash his hands before handling the Otamatone! A happy Otamatone is a clean Otamatone!

Brahms Heelshire

Anything that is not *exactly* to Brahms' liking will be rejected and/or destroyed. Bringing the Otamatone is a big risk; especially with Brahms’ very distinct music and hobby choices. You can only hope Brahms has learned to be a bit more gentle with his rejections of what you try to introduce to him.

At first Brahms shows no interest in the Otamatone; a cheap, gimmick novelty. He feigned disinterest as he works in his hidden workshop but is quietly, intently listening to you fiddle with the little piece of rubber and plastic.

You think you hear the faint playings of the Otamatone through the vents and walls sometimes, finding it in places you didn't leave it. A little smile crosses your face. Brahm might like the Otamatone a *little*. Don’t push it.

Brahm has actually found new and innovative ways of using the Otamatone; such has playing it to notify his presence into a room (Otamatone first of course), or to follow and to give your steps some music, or to just plain interrupt your bath time that you so rudely had without him.

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Hii! I was wondering if you could do Freddy Krueger with a Fem s/o who is very girly. Like, she always wears pink and is very sweet and kind, and maybe childish too, and she's always really nice to him, how do you think he would react to that? Thanks you!! 🥰💓

Freddy Krueger x girly!Reader

the opposite of him in every way and he didn’t kill you still confuses him

the way you wormed yourself into his heart is still a mystery

freddy will act irritated with you and your actions with him but that doesn’t he doesn’t accept it and do what you want anyway

if you want to be in a dream with pink skies and a nice picnic, fine whatever. don’t start gushing about it

it makes him feel awkward and not himself

he’s wrapped around your finger and he knows it. freddy wants to hate it but he can’t

his charred heart is alive for you and your sweetness

if anyone were to make his sunshine cloudy, Freddy will do what he does best

are there times where he forgets to watch his mouth when you’re being nice

yes but he’s still a little off standish.

he loves you but damn there is a part of him that doesn’t believe you’ll stay

but you do. and he’s grateful.

he’s still crude but very nice to you and acts like a sweet cat as time goes by.

#freddy kreuger #freddy kruger x reader #a nightmare on elm street #slashers #slashers x reader

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thedoctorisinlove · 2 years

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eddie munson ; dating you headcanons

genre : fluff & slightly suggestive (small mention of making out)

pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader

disclaimer : mentions of drugs, small mention of making out

⋆ dating the eddie munson is an adventure of all sorts. one day you'll be perched up on his bed and the next, you'll be having picnic dates in the middle of literal nowhere.

⋆ he loves taking you to this hill up on a field, its' greenery stretching miles and miles away. he just loves laying on your lap and feeling the breeze hit him, with his most favorite person right by him.

⋆ he's totally the type to show you every place he loves or think you'll find intriguing. he wants to awe and impress you, it feeds his ego hearing your quiet gasp whenever he shows you something you'd like or the look of enjoyment planted on your face.

⋆ most of the times however, your dates will be set in the woods or inside of his trailer.

⋆ you thought he was crazy randomly wanting to hike in the woods with no trail, but really he was showing you the place where he just sits down and relax. he'd totally would carve your guys' initials on a tree.

⋆ a random headcanon, but if you're attempt to balance and walk on a log, he'll be the type to hold your hand like a crab like in those movies. his hold on you is delicate (like always), guiding you to the end of the log. if you jump off the log, he'll catch you by your waist and pull you in towards him. that, or he'll just straight up just have his back ready before you jump off and walk the rest of the way with you piggy back style.

⋆ he won't ever pressure you in doing drugs, neither is he having you involved with his drug business. he refuses to do any drugs around you.

⋆ when you're over at his house, he just really wants to have an easy, relaxing day with you. whether it be just you laying on his chest and staying in that position for hours. his heart will constantly be beating out of his chest whenever he looks down and see you looking back up at him. it's the time he's most at peace so he just wants to savor the time he has with you.

⋆ he loves cuddles in general, but with you? god is he obsessed. just having you locked on his arms tightly, his nose buried somewhere on your body, inhaling and savoring your smell. your smell comforts him and (as cringy as this sounds) is the definition of "home".

⋆ the type to play footsies with you. if you're laying on your stomach reading a book or anything in general, he loves to just annoy you by hitting your foot and then it starts becoming a back and forth between you two. he also just loves licking your face for no reason, like those puppy licks. quick and full of playfulness. he just loves having your attention on him and annoying you.

⋆ if you're in a whiny mood, he'll carry you around his trailer (bridal style) and plant multiple kisses on your forehead once your temper is wearing off while ranting words of praises.

⋆ if you play with his hair, dear lord is he going to go insane. whether it be whenever you both are laying on each other sides or chests or kissing (especially making out and you're needily grabbing onto his hair he'll give you the most lowest whimper ever), he's a goner for you.

⋆ one of his favorite times with you are friday movie nights. watching friday the 13th, the exorcist freddy kreuger, the shining, basically all of the 80s horror movie classics you name it. he loves keeping a tight hold on you, holding you close to him. if you easily get squeamish with horror movies, he'll laugh lightly. not of you, but just how easily you get scared. he'll plant small kisses on you and tightening his hold on you if he notices you're genuinely shaken.

⋆ he loves it whenever you apply blush onto his tattoos or coloring his tattoos with your eyeshadow or markers. that, or feeling your fingers trace itself on his skin.

⋆ if you ever request him a song on his guitar, he'll always comply to your request. going tryhard to impress you. if you get interested in wanting to learn how to play a guitar, he'll have you perched onto his lap and guiding your fingers to each chord. he knows that doing this actually doesn't help you learn and is actually more of an excuse for him to touch you.

⋆ please go to this man's concerts, he loves just having your moral support and seeing you in the crowd just motivates him more! give him a kiss before the show too, he's going to get a massive ego boost. sometimes however, he gets carried away if you're present at his concerts. and then every time after the concert, his band members will be like "dude what the hell? that wasn't your solo." but he's already occupied, not listening and giving a dam about anything except your lips on his.

⋆ he always has a protective, firm grip on you. whenever you both go out in public, always expect his hand securely wrapped around his. you sitting down? he'll be right behind you, his hands on your shoulders. maybe giving you a small massage that's hardly noticeable. he's feeling extra jealous when you're talking to other people? his hand instantly finding its' way on your waist.

⋆ eddie loves having his ego fed, so you smiling or laughing or any positive interaction that comes out of you because of his actions. lord, his head is now fucking big and a bright smile welcomes itself to you. he loves being the reason why you smile and laugh, and let's be honest, he just loves the way your face crinkles up into a smile or your beautiful laugh that rings constantly in his ear.

⋆ kisses with eddie are as if words of affirmation was a kiss. it's slow but you can feel his own admiration towards you as it literally radiates off of his lips. however, kisses with eddie can also be quick and mind boggling like when you both pull out, you'll just be starstruck like "holy shit that fucking just happened". his kiss is messy but full of passionate neediness for you.

⋆ if you're initiating a kiss, please reach up and wrap your hands around his shoulder. if you're short, he'll go crazy if you stand on your tippy toes just to reach his height. if you're taller than him and have to lean down to be eye level with him, he'll equally go crazy.

⋆ dating eddie will be the best decision of your entire life ever. he'll treat you like royalty while also having fun and joking around with the person he loves in the entire world. he won't ever break your heart so please don't break his either.

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things hc #stranger things hcs #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader headcanons #eddie munson x reader hcs #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hcs #stranger things eddie x reader #stranger things eddie #stranger things eddie munson

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lace-coffin · 4 months

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Updated Masterlist!

you can find all my works here <3

slashers

multiple slashers

How slashers would react to Accidently hurting their S/O?

How would slashers comfort their S/O on a bad day?

Slasher kinks headcanons (nsfw)

Slasher autism headcanons

How would the Slashers react to their S/O being attracted to their movie? (Nsfw)

Slashers with captured!police!S/O (Nsfw)

Slashers with a mommy kink x fem!reader (Nsfw)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

How would Reader fit into the Sawyer household as Bubba's S/O? (Slight nsfw)

How would Bubba Sawyer react to sibling!reader tickling them by surprise?

Reader comforting Bubba on a bad day

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre- The Beggining)

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa Emory x gn reader who’s secretly into bondage (nsfw)

Receiving comfort after a punishment Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort reader when they’re having a panic attack? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory react to finding his new pet coddling his bugs? Asa emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa react to finding out his victim has an attraction to slashers?(nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

What kind of meals does Asa Emory like to cook and eat? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader (slight nsfw)

How would Asa Emory feel about a gay bear s/o? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gay bear!Reader

how old do i think Asa Emory is?

How would Asa Emory react to a member of his collection having a phobia/phobias? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory punish a bratty s/o for hiding from punishment? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort his pet/so on their period? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x gn!reader

How would Asa Emory cope with a bratty s/o? (Nsfw)

Asa Emory x lonely!fem!reader

What rules does Asa Emory have for his pet/SO? (Nsfw)

How would Asa Emory react to a co-worker leading his cop case?

How would Asa Emory react to his pet/SO injuring themselves to save one of his bugs?

Wanted! Asa Emory x Sheriff bounty hunter!Gn! Reader (nsfw)

Period sex with Asa( nsfw)

Asa Emory x Feral! Gn! Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!FTM!Reader with an oral fixation/stim

Asa Emory x gn!reader! Who needs a stuffed animal to sleep

Caregiver! Asa Emory x Little!Gn!reader

How would Asa Emory react to a child breaking into his hotel?

Asa Emory x picky eater!Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

How would Asa Emory react to teens breaking into the hotel to smoke?

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Jason Vorhees (Friday The 13th)

Is this too corny? Jason Vorhees x Reader (Freddy Kreuger is your older brother and you meet/fall in love with Jason at the corn maze)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Yautja (predator) (Female or Male)

Yautja x gn autistic partner (platonic)

Five Nights At Freddy's

Feathery friends until the end 🐣 Agre!Reader x Platonic!Cargiver!Chica

How would Moondrop and Montgomery gator react to an exhausted reader on their shift? gn!Reader

Montgomery Gator x overstimulated autistic!gn!Reader

Resident Evil

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silverzoomies · 10 months

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Only Me

kyle spencer x reader smut

warnings: dubious consent, biting, kissing, shameless smut, undead kyle, zombie sex, zombie kink, halloween, song lyrics, dead dove: do not eat

word count: 6,205

a/n: hiiii !! halloween fic in june !! lol this one's my most bizarre fic yet probably !! i made kyle a lot more zombified than he was in the show !! if you're squeamish about corpses and wounds and stuff, i wouldn't tread any further !!

apologies for the usual: inconsistencies, characters ooc (kyle's a little more instinctive/aggressive here), clunky writing, etc etc etc

taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz (as usual, ask to be added !!)

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A full moon shined in a bright, stunning spectacle, high above Miss Robichaux’s Academy. A striking contrast to the black skies of a particularly cool Halloween night. Shrouded in a veil of evening darkness, the old-fashioned academy emitted an otherworldly glow. From the first floor windows, flashing lights of slime green and hellish orange flickered in endless repetition.

Inside, a small group of young witches danced. Dressed in their skimpiest costumes, they moved fluidly to the beat of Oingo Boingo’s Dead Man’s Party. Blaring loudly through a large set of speakers, the tune mingled with the girls’ laughter. Meanwhile, the older women of the academy socialized near cluttered snack tables. They chatted away with each other, paying no mind to their free-spirited students.

Dead Man’s Party.

An ironic song, you thought. Given the only ‘dead’ man in the room seemed beyond confused. You wondered if he even knew what the purpose of a party was. His Frankenstein brain might’ve forgotten parties entirely. Such a concept was also ironic. Considering, when he was alive, Kyle had attended enough frat parties to keep the beer industry thriving for years at a time.

The ancestral room felt alive with energy. You stood in a corner with your back against the wall, sipping overpriced punch Myrtle Snow had prepared herself. An unamused look crossed your face, as you watched Zoe and Madison dance. Their movements were effortless and intentionally suggestive.

Between them, looking out of place and somewhat lost, was Kyle. The zombified blond was hunched over in his loose-fitting flannel shirt. And his expression spoke of someone who had no idea what was happening around him. Unlike everyone else in the room, he hadn’t worn a costume.

Poor guy. It seemed like no one had warned him ahead of time.

There was an unmistakable tension in the air, as Madison and Zoe grinded their thin figures against Kyle. The indecent movements of their dancing were almost unbearable to watch. And you couldn’t help but recoil at the sight. The girls glared at each other, trying to outdo the other in a shallow competition for Kyle’s attention.

As Kyle stood there, he kept his head tilted down. His curly, blond hair fell into his face, and his eyes were blank and empty. Kyle must have been oblivious to the girls’ intentions. You felt a pang of discomfort in your chest at the thought.

“Jeez…it’s like I’m watchin’ a car crash in real time…and I can’t look away…” You said, sipping your punch.

Queenie, dressed in a dingy, striped sweater and a Freddy Krueger cap, leaned casually against the wall next to you. Her sweater fell loose off her shoulder, leaving it bare. She sipped her punch as she laughed, her Kreuger claws resting on her hip. Oingo Boingo echoed in the background, competing with the sound of her voice as she spoke.

“Those two are a wreck if I’ve ever seen one.” She joked, shaking her head, “Somebody’s gotta get in there and save that poor guy. Dude looks miserable. ”

“How pissed do you think they’d be if I cut in?” You asked. Glancing down at the lacy hem of your dress, you toyed with it idly in thought.

The pounding music in the room seemed to pulse in time with your heartbeat. Danny Elfman’s wavering voice echoed, booming throughout the floor.

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin’ with a dead man, with a dead man

Your ruby red slippers twinkled on your feet. You wore an (admittedly) revealing Dorothy of Oz costume, with a blue dress lined with white lace. The skirt barely reached past your thighs, showing off your legs in thin, white stockings. You clutched a decorative picnic basket, with a plush, scottie dog sticking his head out from inside. His beady eyes shined in the party lights.

“You’d be doin’ Kyle a favor if you did. But, girl, I dunno…” Queenie pushed herself off the wall, “You know those two ain’t messin’ around. They’re feral over him. Listen, whatever you decide to do? It’s your funeral. We’ve all seen what happens when Madison loses her shit.”

Queenie sauntered off then, her hips swaying with each step. She joined Nan on the dance floor. And you let out a sigh, knocking your head against the wall. After watching Zoe and Madison’s shameful display for a few moments longer, you decided enough was enough. You pulled your phone from your basket to check the time. Only 6pm.

Gracing your ears in tune with the catchy beat of the song, Danny Elfman’s voice rang out.

Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

If your hunch was correct, neighborhood trick-or-treating had only just begun. And even though you and Kyle were well into adulthood, the thought of indulging in such an innocent, nostalgic activity was too enticing to resist. Halloween was a holiday wherein Kyle could blend in with the general population. And if you accompanied him, he’d finally get some reprieve from the constant objectification he was accustomed to. It was a win-win.

You waited a few more minutes, hoping the two girls would eventually tire of their petty competition. As time passed, Madison finally stumbled off in her heels. Presumably to have a smoke out back. Queenie, ever the helpful friend, pulled Zoe away for a dance. Leaving Kyle free of anyone’s clutches. Seizing your chance, you immediately stepped in. And you lead him upstairs to your room.

It took around ten minutes for the two of you to finally leave the academy for trick-or-treating.

Five minutes to patiently explain your plan to Kyle, trying your best to help him understand. And another five minutes to help him get ready, after struggling to clarify what Halloween was to begin with. You asked if he wanted to dress up in a costume.

Kyle’s only response was a simple, slurred-

“W-Woooooolf.”

He then made an awroooo sound in an adorable attempt to mimic a wolf’s howl. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen Kyle do. And hearing him make such a precious sound instantly melted your heart.

You took the time to chat with Kyle. And you joked that if you’d known ahead of time he wanted to be a wolf, the two of you could have coordinated costumes. Perhaps you could have gone as Little Red Riding Hood, and him as the big, bad wolf. Even though you weren’t sure if Kyle understood the reference, he gave you the sweetest smile nonetheless. In his undead eyes, you saw a sparkle of lingering humanity. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling your heart melt just a little more.

Carefully guiding Kyle to the bathroom, you brought him in front of the mirror. Using a dark, eyeliner pencil, you drew a big, black dot on the tip of his nose. Then, with a steady hand, you doodled adorable, cartoon whiskers on his cheeks.

Which, in retrospect, made him look more like a cat than a wolf.

But Kyle seemed delighted with his new appearance regardless. He held his big hands up in front of the mirror, curling his fingers into claws. Kyle faked a snarl, scrunching his nose and showing off his pink-tinted teeth. The teeth of a dead man.

To your own surprise, you managed to sneak Kyle out of the academy without a single hitch.

For the next few hours, you lead him around a local neighborhood. As the two of you made your way down the street, you marveled at the eerie decorations at every house. Politely, you approached each doorstep, excitedly proclaiming, “ Trick-or-treat! ” while holding Kyle’s hand loosely in yours.

Thankfully, nobody seemed to mind that you two were well past the necessary age for trick-or-treating.

You stopped to explain the concept of Halloween to him once more, after he struggled to understand what trick-or-treating was. He furrowed his blond brows, as though deep in thought. Kyle made a frustrated grunt in response. You couldn’t help but smile, finding his confusion…strangely endearing. Everything about him was endearing, really.

Despite his initial confusion, Kyle definitely enjoyed the candy aspect of Halloween. The treats. His opaque eyes lit up with glee, and he held his pumpkin bucket up in front of you like a fabulous prize. You cheered him on, showing off your basket overflowing with goodies.

A thick mugginess in the air felt sticky against your skin. As the hour grew later, the air shifted to a sharper, colder chill. Crisp, autumn leaves fluttered in the breeze, twirling in colorful circles along the road. The once charming decorations at every house now appeared all too creepy in the dark. Illuminated only by a combination of moonlight, and the occasional streetlight; the neighborhood appeared desolate and empty. You wrapped an arm around yourself for security and warmth.

Perhaps it was time to return to the academy before things got any spookier.

Kyle loomed in close proximity to you all night. And as the hours passed, he leaned in even closer. Part of you began to question your assumptions about him. Perhaps you had misjudged. Maybe Kyle appreciated the constant attention Zoe and Madison gave him back at the academy.

His craving for physical touch was obvious. Every time you tried to create some space between the two of you, he pressed himself against you again. It became clear then, physical intimacy was something Kyle wanted on an almost constant basis. And given his limited communication skills, you figured he had no other way of expressing such a need. He stuck to your side like glue, walking with you throughout the cold, dark neighborhood.

You were reminded of that Oingo Boingo song. Dead Man’s Party.

I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man

Ooh-ooh, waitin' for an invitation to arrive

Ooh, walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man

Despite his proximity, Kyle’s body provided you with no warmth. You were left plagued by the nightly chill in the air. And out of nowhere, Kyle groaned, sounding displeased about… something. You didn’t know what. Worried it was your fault, you moved to give him more space. Kyle appeared even more annoyed then. He choked on words he couldn’t say. And you stopped in your tracks on the sidewalk. Gazing at him with concern in your eyes, you tried to deduce what the problem was.

“Hey, K-” You started.

Before you could ask him, Kyle reached out a hand. He stared down at you with black, cloudy eyes. Between his pale, grey lips rested a half-eaten candy bar. His fingers were covered with sticky chocolate. And he made a move to pull the collar of your low-cut dress down.

“Oh! Wh-...Kyle!! What are you doing, honey?!” You shrieked in hushed surprise.

At that moment, something must have clicked in Kyle’s Frankenstein brain. Some kind of instinctive shift.

Even though he loved his candy, chocolate wasn’t necessarily the kind of Halloween treat he wanted. He pulled the chocolate bar from his lips, tossing it aside into the grass.

“Treeeaat…” He slurred, with his pale, chapped lips coated in chocolate. Kyle tugged the front of your dress down even lower, “Tr…tr-trick…or treeeat?”

Your breasts almost popped out from the force of his strong tug. The swell of them bounced in a mesmerizing display, looking supple and smooth. Smears of chocolate stained the clean, white lace of your dress. Gasping, you backed up before Kyle could do anymore damage. You stumbled on your sparkling, ruby slippers. As you struggled to find your balance, Kyle eagerly followed. He pushed his strong body against yours, leaning down to kiss you.

“Kyle, no! N-Not that I mind, if this is what you want! But…can you at least wait until we get home, bud?” You protested, bringing a hand to his mouth to stop him.

You were fearful of any late-night passerby catching the two of you in such a compromising position. Kyle knit his brows together, put off by your rejection. You gave him a sympathetic look, and lowered your hand.

Whatever you said before, none of it registered. Kyle abruptly attacked your neck with his mouth, and you sucked in a sharp breath. His lips were frigid and cold against your skin, their rough, chapped texture scraping across your neck. Reveling in your taste, he hungrily swirled his cool, slimy tongue.

“Honey, no-...s-stop! You can’t-” You pathetically whined, patting him repeatedly on the shoulders to get his attention.

Kyle devoured your neck like a Halloween treat, sloppily tonguing your smooth, warm skin. You squirmed as he wrapped his thick arms around you tightly, pulling you closer. The entire weight of Kyle’s body pressed itself into yours. Dead weight. You lost your balance again, stumbling backwards. And without meaning to, you slipped off your feet behind a nearby lining of bushes.

Taking a tumble, Kyle came down with you. He immediately took advantage of your vulnerable position on the ground, crawling over your body. Even as you continued to protest, Kyle’s attention returned to your neck. He nipped at your skin, flicking his sticky tongue in a desperate thirst for more of you. Underneath your body, you felt dewey grass seep wetness into your dress. You squirmed again, hesitant to give in to Kyle’s reckless desire.

“Pleaaaase! Just let me-...Kyle, please, help me up, won’t you?” You begged in a desperate plea.

He groaned a throaty noise into your soft neck, and his hands began to explore your body. Fighting to maintain your dignity, as well as your modesty; you made another move to push Kyle off of you. Your hands pressed hard at his thick shoulders, but he refused to budge.

“I’m serious! If you wanna do this together, we can, okay? Just…not here! This is…it’s a neighborhood, right? What if someone sees?? Let’s just wait until we get home, please?” You insisted, “Kyle, p-

Unexpectedly, he cut you off (or shut you up, rather) with a surprise kiss.

Lips of a muted, grey hue collided with your own, more saturated ones. A kiss of life and death. Kyle’s lips were ice cold, molding effortlessly with your warmth. He tasted of a bizarre mix between cheap, dollar store chocolate and…something else you didn’t recognize. Something almost…earthy.

He was the sloppiest kisser you ever locked lips with. Prodding at your lips fiercly with his tongue, Kyle demanded entrance. When you didn’t let him in, a frustrated growl vibrated through his mouth. His hand darted down to your chest, where he tugged the front of your dress with an even stronger pull. Threatening to rip it apart, as though he knew you would protest.

You opened your mouth with a surprised squeak, scrambling to pull Kyle’s hand away.

That oozy, freezing tongue of his slithered its way past your lips like a wiggly leech. Thick and slimy in your mouth. Kyle’s kisses became filled with a wild and unrestrained passion. Even though such a messy makeout session would be off-putting to anyone else, you found yourself melting into it. Despite having no concept of restraint or consistency, Kyle’s lack of skill was somehow intoxicating. You were irresistibly drawn to his discolored, dead man tongue.

You couldn’t help but think of how you always admired the way he looked.

When he was alive, Kyle was undeniably stunning, and so gorgeous. He had one of those beautiful, sunshine smiles, and golden hair to match. But after his resurrection, he was viewed as somewhat of a monster. Since the initial work done to bring him back had been less than subpar. To the average person, Kyle looked like a walking corpse pulled straight out of Night of the Living Dead.

However, Kyle’s zombified appearance did nothing to deter you. In death, you found him attractive in about a million other, more forbidden ways. Perhaps you were a bit of a freak behind closed doors.

And now, you had the opportunity to appreciate Kyle, in all his reanimated glory. Allowing yourself to explore his bulky, undead form. Corpse-like in appearance, Kyle’s body seemed right on the cusp of decay.

Maybe you could indulge in your curiosity and unconventional attraction…for just a few minutes. A moment or two wouldn’t hurt. Kyle was obviously desperate for the attention anyway. It was almost cute, really. The way he fought so hard to fool around with you.

Yeah. A few minutes of teasing touches. And then, you’d surely head back to the academy together.

You hesitated to touch Kyle intimately at first, careful not to cross any personal boundaries.

You knew Kyle harbored strict boundaries somewhere in that Frankenstein brain of his. Misty had told both you and Zoe all about it. Though, none of you had any clue where such boundaries originated. Was Kyle somehow self conscious? Did his instincts operate on a more intense, animalistic level of fight or flight? There wasn’t any way for him to tell you, and you’d never be able to guess on your own. Best to tread lightly.

Kyle loomed over you, guzzling your lips and tongue like a hungry man starved. Raising a hand, the tips of your fingers took a careful chance. They brushed across the poorly sewn stitches in his neck. Grazing his prominent scars, you traced their irregular lining.

You were afraid he might recoil, but Kyle instantly melted into your touch. His shoulders fell slack for a moment, and he moaned a soft, little whine into your mouth. It was as if tracing the scarred etching of stitches brought him some sense of relief.

A trail of thick, gooey saliva connected your tongues, as Kyle pulled his lips from yours. He gazed down into your eyes with a soft expression. The cute dot you'd drawn on his nose was slightly smudged now, along with those kitty wolf whiskers. You noted the way his hefty form looked, illuminated by a faint blanket of warm, yellow light. The street light flickered from above, as if threatening to abandon the two of you in the dark.

You stared back into Kyle’s foggy eyes. They were somewhat empty of humanity, with black pupils blown wide. His brawny chest became exposed, as you unbuttoned the thick flannel of Kyle’s shirt. Trembling fingers felt across his pecs, your skin burning hot against Kyle’s lifeless cold. He shuddered under your touch, arching his back slightly.

“W-Waaarm.” He slurred, “Mooore…”

Patches of discoloration decorated Kyle’s broad torso. They reminded you of a tropical desert map. One in which Kyle’s pale skin was the desert sand. Portions of his flesh had turned yellow in color. Faint hues of deep purple and sea-foam blue leaked through, similar to a watercolor palette. You ran your fingers over the discolored patches of skin, feeling subtle, textural changes. Kyle’s skin was overall smooth, but slightly torn near his ribs.

“Stop me if-uh…if this hurts, okay?” You whispered in a soft tone. Kyle tilted his head, the blonde curls of his hair dangling over his face.

Morbid curiosity overcame you, as you momentarily delved deeper into Kyle’s ripped flesh. The texture of his skin was uneven, as the surrounding skin had dried out slightly. Hesitant, yet alarmingly eager, you dipped your fingers into a decaying wound close to his ribs. Keeping your eyes on Kyle’s face, you searched his expression for any signs of discomfort. Beyond the scabbed edges of his skin, your fingers found a cold, mushy cavern inside.

You felt the cold rigidity of his rib bones just beneath the surface, the dampness of his insides slimy and raw. Kyle’s breathing steadily grew labored the longer you explored him from the inside. His jaw fell slack, dark eyes rolling back in his deep sockets. After teasing the wound for a few beats longer, you pulled your digits from it. A warm blush pooled in your cheeks, and you exhaled a flustered laugh. Ashamed of yourself.

“S-Sorry, honey…” You apologized, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Kyle whimpered in response, wildly shaking his head. A slimy stickiness lingered on the tips of your fingers. And you made a mental note to thoroughly wash your hands once you finally returned to the academy.

You explored Kyle’s peculiar body for a moment longer. Beautiful, blue veins were visible under the thin layer of his skin. You traced those veins, following their intricate, web-like patterns. Kyle’s eyes fell closed as you did. He hummed soft, submissive whines. His head occasionally jerked in sudden, instinctive motions. After opening his eyes, Kyle stared down at you with a more lax, half-lidded expression.

You noted the way his eye sockets were slightly sunken in, appearing almost skeletal. A smokey darkness surrounded his foggy, black eyes, making them pop when they widened with abrupt impatience.

Growing fed up with your slow-paced, careful touches, Kyle darted down. He returned to his original task, gnawing pink teeth against the burning flesh of your neck. Your blood pulsed under your skin, beating against his slimy tongue. You brought your hands up to his blonde curls, carding your fingers through the somewhat-ragged locks.

Kyle’s hair was clean and washed. Yet, the strands felt like those of an old, decrepit dog. Curls dangled in his face as he mouthed your neck, and Kyle sloppily licked the bruises he sucked harshly into your skin. He pulled at your skimpy outfit, tearing rotted, jagged fingernails into the cheap fabric. Exposing your bra-covered breasts, Kyle ripped the front of your dress apart in one, harsh jerk. You wrapped a hand around his wrist, fighting to pull it away before Kyle tore your bra off as well.

“WAIT! Kyle, no! You can’t, honey!! I-It’s cold out here!! And someone might see!!” You insisted, “B-Before we do that, let’s go back home first!”

You were in too deep now, that much was obvious.

He jerked his hand away from your hold, groaning in protest. Kyle brought his massive palm to your chest, curling his fingers into your bra. He ripped the garment apart, letting your tits bounce freely. Immediately upon seeing them in their lucious, supple glory, Kyle made another noise. A groggy, throaty sound dripped from his tongue, drooling cool saliva over your breasts. He didn’t hold back, dropping to swipe his sticky tongue hungrily around one of your nipples.

“T-T…T….Treeeeeeeat…” Kyle groaned, ragged over your breast.

You whimpered, your nipples immediately hardening in response to his numbing, chilly touch. Your hands dropped to Kyle’s broad shoulders again, as you attempted once more to push him away. Ruthless with desire, Kyle licked and sucked your tits, as though thirsty for the milk you couldn’t provide.

By now, Kyle was handling you a little more roughly than you preferred.

As the dull flats of Kyle’s teeth sank into your flesh, biting hard; you were beginning to second guess yourself. Kyle chomped into your smooth skin like he wanted to rip you apart and feast on your blood. You wiggled from under him, trying to shimmy away. The hand of his not occupied with your breast, darted up to your shoulder. Kyle forced you down with his palm, keeping you in place. Mesmerized by the pheromones permeating from your pretty breasts, Kyle couldn’t stop himself. He gnawed your tit even harder.

And for you, that bite crossed a line.

Imprints of Kyle’s teeth were left embedded into your skin. Weakly raising your basket, you fought Kyle off, repeatedly whacking him on the shoulders with it. Candy flew out from the basket in every direction. In the back of your mind, you mourned their loss.

No matter how much you fought, Kyle refused to budge. If anything, your protests encouraged him further. Kyle grew more frustrated, growling monstrous noises into your tits as he sucked one hard. He scraped his teeth up to your collarbone, chomping into your skin so harshly you nearly cried.

“Stoooppp!!! Please!!! Kyle, sweetheart, that hurts!!” You pathetically begged, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes, “Please stop!! It’s not good, Kyle! It’s very bad!”

He shook his head wildly with another animalistic growl, keeping you caged under his body in the wet grass. Kyle moved himself further down your squirming form, jerking the skirt of your dress up over your belly. The tiny, lace panties you wore underneath were exposed to him completely, along with a shameful, wet spot between your legs.

“Noooo! Good… v-very good …” Kyle grumbled, frustrated. He sank down between your legs, enveloping your clothed pussy with his whole mouth.

Goosebumps shot across your thighs as his cold breath met your cunt. Kyle’s teeth roughly grazed you, his slimy tongue prodding your folds through the thin fabric of your panties. You instantly panicked, kicking his shoulders with all the might you had left.

Kyle violently tore your delicate panties off, ripping the fabric at the seams and leaving you bare. Crisp, late-night air nipped your poor, defenseless pussy. Fearful that Kyle might start chomping at your cunt like a corpse in search of brains, you quickly rolled onto your belly in the grass. You crawled forward on trembling limbs, your veins pumped full of adrenaline.

“L-Let me go, Kyle! No more! We gotta get back now!! P-Please!” You cried, rushing forwards with your knees pressing into the dirt.

Kyle came charging after you on all fours, his movements similar to that of a vicious, feral predator. The panic swarming your brain heightened, surging down your spine. Your heartbeat kicked to high-speed. Scrambling to stand, you were faced with the unfortunate reality…that your legs were too shaken and weak to function.

Your thin stocks were stained with mossy green, as wet dew seeped into their fabric. Just as you made it to the sidewalk pavement, you felt the tight grasp of cold hands wrapping around your ankles. Your ruby slippers kicked frantically against Kyle’s hold. But his grip tightened around them. Kyle dragged you by your ankles behind the bush in the dark, his jagged, rotting nails sinking into your skin over your stockings and scratching holes in the fabric.

That Oingo Boingo tune stuck on repeat in your head, echoed eerily topical lyrics in your subconscious mind. Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

You couldn’t hold back the terrified scream that leapt from your throat.

Kyle’s eyes flew open wide. He moved quickly, climbing over your body from behind. Reaching around to clasp a large, cold hand over your mouth, Kyle growled chilly breaths into the shell of your ear. You could feel the hard press of his sizable bulge against your ass.

You barely registered the sound of Kyle’s hushed, throaty voice shushing you, as you cried for him to stop in loud pleas. He whispered in your ear gentle, slurred reassurances…or, at least, he tried to. Kyle apologized repeatedly, mouthing your ear and neck in a more loving, yet clumsy way. Less teeth. Thank fuck for less teeth.

“S-Ssssss-...sooorry.” He mumbled slowly, “N-N…N….Neeeeed…”

Trying to calm yourself, you breathed long, deep breaths through your nose.

Realistically, you knew Kyle never intended to hurt you. And if he did, it wasn’t necessarily his fault. He was a creature who operated purely on animalistic, carnal instinct. His brain functioned at a process slower than the average person. Like Frankenstein’s monster. Of course, it should come as no surprise. If Kyle desired something as natural as sex, his thirst was bound to make him slightly more deranged.

Maybe he just hadn’t been taught otherwise.

With one of his hands clasped tightly over your mouth, Kyle brought his other to his jeans. He felt around aimlessly for the button, finding it difficult to free his cock from the constrictive denim. After a bit of agitated fumbling, Kyle finally released his hefty, undead cock from his pants. Perched in the grass on your elbows and knees, you curiously dropped your head to take a glance at his dick.

You were lucky enough to catch a quick glimpse of Kyle’s thick, bouncing cock. It was discolored like the rest of his body, and covered in vivid, blue veins. In your mind, you questioned the logistics. How was it even possible for a zombified man to get an erection?? Was it witch magic? Was witch magic really powerful enough to keep oozy, undead blood flowing through a zombie?

Kyle mounted you much like an animal in heat, guiding the fat tip of his cock to your weeping entrance.

The stark contrast between his corpse-like temperature and your own, more lively warmth shook you to your core. You gasped into Kyle’s palm, your lower-half squirming as the deathly cold, smooth length of his cock pushed its way through your searing walls. Your pleasant heat engulfed Kyle’s dick completely, and he immediately roared a guttural noise from deep in his chest.

“T-Trrrreeeeeeeeeeeeaaat!” He slurred in a broken tone, “ G-...G….Gooood treat.”

Those were the last, coherent words Kyle spoke, before carnal instinct took over his brain completely. He violently jerked his hips forward, sinking his stiff cock deeper into your pussy. The leaking, wet tip hit your cervix in a bruising pressure. You fell forward into the grass, almost losing balance on your trembling legs. Kyle released his hold on your mouth, instead raking his blunt, uneven nails down your body.

Pumping his cock through the tight squeeze of your cunt, Kyle dropped his palms to the grass. His brittle nails dug themselves so deep into the dirt.

“K-Ky-” You choked, feeling a thickness bubbling in your throat, “Kyle, please-”

The slickness of his length felt inhumanly cold inside you. Your blistering hot pussy constricted around him, grasping hold of Kyle’s cock and pulling him in deeper. He wanted so desperately to gnaw and bite you again, but he refrained from doing so. Kyle made huffy, monstrous noises as he fucked you raw and hard in the grass. Guttural, zombie-like groans echoed, ragged against your ear from behind. He carried no restraint, as he drilled you with his dick so hard and deep, it began to hurt.

Your entire body buzzed with sharp, pinpricks of overwhelming pleasure, edging so closely to pain. But somehow, you registered the ache as intoxicating. Your body couldn’t stop itself from betraying your brain’s warnings. Despite your suffering, your pussy fluttered so wet around Kyle’s cock. Hot, slick heat made it so easy for him to fuck you as hard as he desired. Allowing him to act on his unfiltered, baseless instincts.

“P-Please-...Ky-...Kyle…slow down, please-” You begged, mewling little cries.

Your soft voice only encouraged Kyle. His thrusts turned more violent and rapid, losing any consistency. Heavy balls slapped repeatedly at your hot mound, teasing your clit. Out of your control, your eyes rolled back in their sockets, as you moaned in blissful ecstasy.

Kyle’s nasty, unrelenting thrusts were so powerful in force, the overstimulation was enough to make you cum from penetration alone. Your fiery heat tightened around his pulsing cock, and your body erupted in a mind-altering onslaught of uncontrollable, orgasmic trembles. Kyle roared another guttural, monstrous sound, unable to resist sinking his blunt teeth into your neck. He wrapped an arm tightly around your middle, jerking you backwards to meet his thrusts.

“Kyle, wait!” You struggled to speak, your head dizzy and swimming. Turning your head slightly, you felt Kyle’s messy, blond hair brush the skin of your cheek, “Don’t finish inside! You have to – f-fuck – you have to pull out! You can’t cum inside me, baby!”

Your ass bounced recklessly against the hairy mound of Kyle’s pelvis. If he understood what you meant, it was clear Kyle had no intention of listening. Burying his length to the hilt in one, final, savage thrust; Kyle spilled his sticky, zombie seed deep inside your hot, living pussy.

“N-NO! KYLE, NO-” You panicked again, trying to crawl forward and out of Kyle’s grasp, “FUCK! YOU CAN’T-”

He roared his loudest noise yet, the sudden sound tearing through your eardrums. Latching a palm tightly around the back of your neck, Kyle forced you face down into the dewey grass. With your ass up and out, he fucked the last of his cum into your pussy with a near damaging force. A frigidly cold sensation pooled in the pit of your belly.

For a short moment, Kyle kept his slick cock buried inside you. Even as the length softened, he took his time before pulling himself from your cunt. And once he finally did, the thickness of his off-colored, oozy cum came spilling out of you in heavy spurts.

As it turns out, zombies cum a lot.

You shivered, sniffling as hot tears raced down your reddened cheeks. Kyle released his hold on your neck, reaching up to pet you clumsily over your hair. Behind you, you heard shuffling as he fought to tuck himself in his pants and fumbled with the button. Your knees collapsed into the grass, and you heaved rapid, frantic breaths. You couldn’t deny the way your body quivered with blissful, euphoric exhaustion.

“Kyle…for fuck’s sake…why…” You sniffled with a hiccup, lying with your cheek pressed to the grass.

Several bite marks of deep, dark violet littered your once clean skin. You rolled onto your back on the ground, your chest rising and falling with every quick breath you took. Kyle sat back on his knees, staring down at you with an expression of fearful, worried confusion. It seemed that, somehow, he didn’t understand why you were so immobile and worn out.

Kyle’s black eyes steadily trailed across every mark he left behind, all over your neck, collarbone, and breasts.

He frowned, his foggy eyes pooling with heavy tears. The whiskers and nose you’d drawn on his face earlier were smeared to high heaven, leaving black streaks on his cheeks.

Crawling over you again, Kyle gently buried his teary-eyed face in your tits. He pressed soft, cool kisses along your abused skin. Before resting his cheek on your chest. His thin, blonde curls tickled your chin.

“S-S…ssssorry… ” He mumbled through his tears. Kyle rubbed his thumb across one of the bites he left behind, making you wince, “B-Baaaad…not gooood…sorry…”

Despite his rough handling, you knew you couldn't stay mad at Kyle for very long. In a way, he'd made you feel pleasure beyond anything you ever experienced with an average, living man. And the loving kindness he carried under the surface of his monstrous exterior made you adore him. So much more than you already did.

You let out a long, tired sigh, raising a hand to gently run your fingers through Kyle's curls.

"What am I gonna do with you, huh? It's okay, honey. It hurt a little bit, but...I'm fine. Just..." You breathed an exhausted laugh, wincing as you tried to move, "Let's try to teach you a little restraint next time, okay?"

If you thought about it logically, there was no possible way you could actually get pregnant from a reanimated corpse, right? His swimmers were probably dead as doornails. Regardless, you felt a little squeamish knowing loads of gooey, zombie spunk resided inside you. You shivered at the thought, shaking your head.

Yeah, you definitely needed a long, hot shower. Asap.

"Can we please go home now, Kyle?" You begged, weakly sitting up on your elbows.

Peering up at you through adorable, innocent, dark eyes, Kyle blinked slowly. He nodded, pushing himself quickly off your body.

"H-Hhhhhh-....Hoooome..." He mumbled, politely holding out a hand to help you up.

You found yourself too incapacitated to stand. After such a raw, violent fucking, your body felt on the brink of death. Consumed by exhaustion, it was as though you'd become the living corpse. Undead and barely functional. Falling into the grass on your back, you groaned, burdened by a deep ache in your bones.

Catching on to your pained, tuckered-out state, Kyle reached down. He wrapped his thick arms around your body, effortlessly lifting you up over his shoulder. It was a ridiculously careless way for him to carry you, but you couldn't find it in yourself to complain.

In one hand, Kyle held his pumpkin bucket and your basket, both slightly empty of the candy they once held. With your limp body lying slump over his shoulder, he used his other hand to keep your skirt pinned over your butt. Nice of him to consider your decency.

In the empty, desolate cold of a moonlit, Halloween night; Kyle carried you all the way back to the academy.

And the whole way, as you hung limp over his shoulder in a fucked-out daze...you hummed a song softly to yourself.

Oingo Boingo kept looping endlessly in your head, like a persistent parasite.

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walking with a dead man over my shoulder

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walking with a dead man over my shoulder

#kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer x you #kyle spencer x y/n #smut #txt #ahs

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phntmeii · 8 months

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Slashers x StrictLatina!SO

A/N: Thinking of any of these slashers being bossed around is hilarious in it of itself so I decided to do a compilation post rather than individual headcanon lists for this <3

Instantly becomes the "yes ma'am" type and listens to what their SO asked of them. Really doesn't want to be yelled at.

Corey Cunningham, Jason Voorhees, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Likes to challenge SO and learns the hard way that they are not in control of the situation. Still tries to challenge commands afterwards because they think it's funny.

Brahms Heelshire, Freddy Kreuger, Stu Macher

Is surprised to be bossed around and have blunt instructions given to them. Just stares at them for a while before heading off to do as they said. Remains in control of relationship but gives in now and again.

Bo Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Michael Myers, Patrick Bateman

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beepbeepstop · 2 years

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Stop the Tension

Summary: After getting your hair braided for the summer Oscar helps you rub oil on your scalp to relieve some of the tension Pairing: Oscar x Black!Reader Genre: Fluff Visuals

I watched as all the houses we passed by blend into a blur through the window. I wasn't able to truly focus on the environment that we were driving by. All I could focus on was the tight sensation on my scalp. Each part having its own different level of tension, and the braids having a slightly heavier weight that was almost unfamiliar. Whenever I move my head the slightest bit the weight shifts and the sharp pain takes turns on which side it wants to travel to, but at the same time I hear the nostalgic click and clack of the beads as they bounce off of each other. I lean my head against the window of the passenger window of Oscar's car and close my eyes. I feel his warm hand rub circles onto my exposed thigh.

"You okay, Mami" Oscar asks with a hint of concern in his voice.

"My head just hurts"

"I don't understand why you keep going back to that shop, knowing damn well that they be braiding tight as hell" he said slightly annoyed

"I want them to last Oscar. I don't have the time or money to be sitting up in a chair whenever I need my braids refreshed, because that shit was all loosey goosey"

"I have the money and time to take you to someone who isnt gonna braid your thoughts to the point where its gonna give you a headache" he chuckled

"They got the touch Oscar. You know them African Aunties be gripping with the strength of the ancestors whenever they braid"

Oscar and I made eye contact as we pulled up into the driveway of his house, and all we could do is laugh and smile at each other.

"You stupid for saying that" he said flashing his beautiful smile at me as he tries to hold back more of his laughs.

"Nah nigga you stupid. 'Braiding my thoughts' who fucking thinks of that" I say lightly hitting his shoulder as I laugh

"We're both stupid so get your dumbass in the house and I'll rub oil on your scalp to help loosen the braids up a little bit"

The moment the word oil left his lips I was already unbuckling my seatbelt and halfway out the door.

"Damn where you going" Oscar said grabbing my hand

"You said you were gonna rub oil on my scalp"

"Yea but why you rushing" he chuckled

"You dont gotta tell me twice. Hurry up papi"

The way I was rushing to the door you would've thought that Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Kreuger, the fucking Candyman or whatever scary shit that haunts your dreams was chasing me. All I know is that I was way too fucking excited for Oscar to put his fingers to good use on my scalp. The feeling of oil being rubbed into your scalp is an already enjoyable experience whether it be done by yourself or by someone else, but it's just something about Oscar that takes the feeling to a whole new level of almost ecstasy.

"Chop chop you got work to do"

"Damn patience is virtue (y/n)" Oscar said walking at the slowest pace I've ever seen. At first glance you wouldn't think he was moving until you see the dumb look on his face.

"Why you playing with me"

"Just be patient I'mma get there" he chuckles

"In like 40 fucking years, by the time you get here i'll be old ass grandma with a bunch of grandkids"

"Do you think our grandkids would be cute"

"Who said they were related to you. Keep this shit up and I might start homie hopping"

In the blink of an eye Oscar was towering over me on his porch

"That shit ain't funny (y/n)"

"Oh now you wanna stop playing when I wanna joke around"

"That didn't sound like a joke it sounded more like a warning" he says as he unlocks the door

"Good then you got my message loud and clear" I say smiling at him

"Hurry up and get your ass on the couch"

I giddily skipped over to the couch and sat down waiting for Oscar to bring over the oil. He walked out with a dropper bottle of the Mielle rosemary and mint hair oil.

"Oh okay I see you Mr. Big Baller bringing out the expensive oil. I feel all special"

"Shut up it was 15 dollars"

"Yea but look at this tiny ass bottle. I could've bought 3 bottles of wild growth with that money"

"Do you want your scalp oiled or no"

"Okay I'll shut up, go ahead and do your job"

I turned around and instantly felt the slick oil travel along the parts on my scalp. As Oscar moves the braids out of the way to get to different sections he rubs his fingers in a circular motions working the oil into my scalp. It felt heavenly the way his fingers glided between my braids. The cooling sensation of the oil easing the tension whilst lifting the pain leaving nothing but the feeling of his strong hands massaging my scalp.

"This is how bitches fall in love you know. You over here massaging you manifestations into my brain"

"So that means I should do this more often if I want you to stay in love with me"

"Yup, do this shit once a week and i'll be putty in your hands" I say closing my eyes

"You're already putty in my hands"

"Nigga shut up"

#oscar diaz x black oc #oscar x oc #oscar diaz x reader #spooky diaz #spooky x reader #black reader #oscar x black reader

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jade-04 · 2 years

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Dove (Part 4)

first part | part 3 | part 5

Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader and Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Dustin Henderson’s older sister finds herself in a predicament having to choose between Steve “the Hair” Harrington and Eddie “the Freak” Munson

a/n: Okay this is a super long chapter compared to the rest and I have a strong feeling part 5 is going to be just as long. Also right now, theres a bit more of a focus on the Eddie storyline, but I promise that Steve is gonna get his time to shine soon. Also message me if you want to be a part of the tag list :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death of a parent, angst (?), kinda fluff i guess idk

taglist: @happiejoon @simonsbluee

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The sound of your alarm clock going off brought you awake. The annoying beeps were starting to get on your nerves.“Okay okay. I get it.” Your hand slamming the top of the clock in an attempt to get it to shut up. You groaned moving to get out of bed and looking at the clock. ‘Shit shit shit’ you thoguht to yourself. It was 9:15 and Steve would be picking you up to drive both of you to work in 5 minutes. You scrambled around your room looking for your bright red, polyester “Ross’s Records” shirt and some jeans to wear with it. Tucking your shirt into your jeans, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

“God, my hair is a mess.” You whispered moving a hand to your hair. You quickly brushed out your hair and grabbed a scrunchie to tie it up with once you got to work. The last thing you had to do was put on your shoes and find a spare shirt to wear for your rehearsal with Eddie today. As you were putting your boots on and lacing them up you heard the sound of Steves car pulling into the driveway. You quickly grabbed a red and black sweater that reminded you vaguely of Freddi Kreuger and ran out the door.

Just as you got out the door, Steve started honking the horn. “C’mon (Y/N)! Hurry up or were both gonna be late!” He honked the horn again.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry, I was up later than I intended last night.” Flinging the door open, you plopped down into the seat. “Now, if you dont drive, were really gonna be late.”

Steve put the car into reverse and started backing out of the driveway. “Now, what time do you get out today? I should be able to give you a ride home from work.”

“I wont need a ride home today, Steve. Eddies gonna pick me up from work.” You said pulling down the visor to fix your hair in the mirror.

Steve choked a little. “Eddie? As in Eddie Munson, is picking you up? Since when were you guys that close?” He said looking over to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Oh dont be jealous, Steve.” You looked over at him with a smile. “He wants to rehearse a duet with me today before our first full band practice. It’s nothing, you can still pick me up for lunch with you and Robin today.”

“I’m not jealous, (Y/N). I just find it odd that he’s picking you up from work for a rehearsal when you guys could meet earlier on Tuesday instead.”

“Sounds like jealousy, Steve.” You said as he pulled up outside of your job. “Meet me here at 12:00 for lunch with you and Robin?”

“Yea sure that works. Bye (Y/N).” He gave you a small smile and wave as you got out of his car.

“Bye, Steve. Thanks for the ride.” At that, you got out of his car and rushed into work.

Your boss didnt care that you got there right at the time your shift was supposed to start because nobody was in yet. Really all you had to do was restock shelves and work the register for today. Making your way to the back you noticed that there were boxes of cassette tapes and players. ‘Those are new’ you thought to yourself. Typically the store only sold records and record players, but you thought you remembered Ross talking about getting tapes in. You picked up the boxes and walked over to the register area so you could place the tapes in the new, empty bin that was upfront.

Ding ding

You heard the bell on the door go off as it opened causing you to turn around and see an unexpected face.

“Eddie?” You smirked a little. “I dont get off for another 4 hours. What are you doing here?”

“Well, uh, two reasons, doll-face.” You could tell he was a little nervous by the way he was messing around with the rings on his fingers. “One, I heard you guys got cassette tapes in and I wanted to browse the selection.” He came over and started to help you unpack the boxes of tapes while taking a mental note of which ones he was going to buy. “Two, do you want to get dinner together tonight? Like, after rehearsal?”

Eddie never was nervous. He was always pretty confident with himself because he never really cared what people thought, but when it came to you, he really wanted things to be perfect. Just like you. To him, you were the most perfect girl he’s met. You liked the same music he liked and always dressed kind of edgy and, like him, you never really gave a shit about the social hierarchy of Hawkins High. It amazed him how there was someone so similar to him and that you existed in the same place at the same time. He was smitten and boy was it obvious to seemingly everyone. Everyone, but you.

“You asking me on a date, Munson?” This brought you back to the exact thoughts you were having last night. You wouldnt mind it being a date, but you never had feelings like that for him. You werent the type of girl to just throw yourself at any guy who asked you out either, but for some reason, you didnt care if you threw yourself at Eddie. The idea didnt sound bad.

“That depends, Henderson. Do you want it to be?” He was now leaning on the counter with a smirk.

“We’ll see how I feel at the end of my shift.” You looked over at him with a smile pulling at your lips. “Now, are you going to buy those tapes or not?” You said motioning to the stack of tapes he set aside to buy. There was a Stevie Nicks tape on top and you couldnt help thinking he got it because of the song you sang at your audition. You finished ringing up his items, placed them in the bag, and he was on his way.

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Your shift was normal with the usual rush happening around 11:00 and being over just in time for lunch. Lunch with Steve and Robin was also normal, nothing too exciting. Well, besides you asking Robin to cover for you to your mom so you could go to your rehearsal tonight. The story was that you would be over at Robin’s house studying for an indefinite amount of time and would be home later than usual. Steve was still a little grumpy about the whole ‘Eddie giving you a ride’ thing, but you couldnt care less. Before you knew it your shift was over and you were changing your shirt in the record store bathroom. You spent most of the day thinking over whether or not you wanted to consider dinner with Eddie tonight to be a date. By the time your shift was over and Eddie was pulling into the parking lot, you still hadn’t made up your mind. It was necessarily a tough decision. You were stuck, you saw no harm in going on a date with Eddie without having to make it a thing, but you also didnt want him to feel like you were leading him on. You brought back to reality from your thoughts as you heard a knock on the door.

“(Y/N), your rides here.”

“Thanks, Ross.” You said before splashing some water on your face and walking out to see Eddie leaning on the glass by the front door smoking a cigarrette. You made your way out of the store to greet Eddie, but he beat you to it.

“Hey there, sweetheart. You ready to go?” He tossed his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.

“Yep.” You nodded, walking past him to his car. You didnt mean to sound cold, but your brain was lost in thought.

The second you put your hand on the door handle, he rushed over, putting a hand over yours to stop you. You looked back at him slightly puzzled as to why he wouldnt let you open the door. “Got a dead body in there? Why cant I open the door?”

He pulled his hand away, a tinge of red forming on his cheeks relizing how close you two were right now.. “No, uh, no dead body. I just..um.. Here.” He scrunched his face up a bit and opened the door for you. “M’’lady.”

Eddie’s actions caused you to chuckle little. “Wow, I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” You remarked hopping into the passenger seat of his van. Your eyes already looking through the cassette tapes he had on the floor between the driver and passenger seat. You knew it would be about a twenty minute drive from your job to his place (you’d pass his house whenever you had to pick up or drop off Max), so you wanted to pick out the music for the drive. While looking through his collection of tapes you were surprised to see that the Stevie Nicks cassette tape he bought at the store earlier wasnt in there.

“Whatcha lookin’ for, ( Y/N)?” He said with a raised eyebrow while hopping into the car.

“Music.” You mumbled not looking up at him. You were now set on trying to find that cassette tape.

“Okay… what kind of music?” He was now turned toward you.

“Got any…uh… Journey, maybe Stevie Nicks?” You now met his eyes, chewing on your lip in concentration.

‘God, she is so beautiful’ Eddie thought to himself. Just looking at you in your oversized sweater, hair a little messy from work mesmerized him. The way you were chewing your lip in concentration just about made him melt. The amount of times that he dreamt of kissing those same lips are impossible to count. “Um.. I should have some Journey somewhere in here.” He said reaching past you to the bag in the back seat. He pulled the bag to his lap and grabbed the cassette tape for Journey’s “Evolution” album out and placing it into his car. “Here we go.” He said rubbing his hands together.

“Nice.” You shot him a smile. “Let’s get going.”

As Eddie started to pull out of the parking lot, the intro to “Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’” began to play through the speakers

You make me weep and wanna die

Just when you said we’d try

Lovin’ touchin’ squeezin’ each other

You couldnt help but start humming along to the song. It reminded you of your father, it was his favorite before he passed away. You have such fond memories of watching your parents dance along to it in the living room while you were trying to do your homework. At first it annoyed you, but you soon came to realize that you wanted that with someone someday. In all of your relationships, nobody has ever made you feel as happy as your mom did when dancing with your father. You’ve never felt anything that was as special as what they had. You felt your face getting wet and you were brought out of your thinking. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, reflecting on memories of your father always made you cry. You sniffled quietly and wiped the tears off your face hoping Eddie wouldn't notice.

“Hey hey hey, (Y/N), what's going on?” Eddie said sounding very concerned. He wanted to comfort you, but he needed to keep his attention on the road. The best he could do for the time was place a hand over yours. He was doing his best to convey that he was here for you.

“It’s nothing really.” You sniffled a bit. “This was just my dad's favorite song. He and my mom would always dance to it in the living room… before he… you know.” You gulped, flipping your hand over to hold his. It felt a little awkward holding his hand considering you two weren't really anything, but it was comforting and you needed that.

“Ahh okay, here.” He said, lifting his hand from yours to turn down the radio and then replacing his hand back in yours. “We don't have to listen to it and if you wanna talk I’m right here.”

This was a soft side of Eddie that you’d never seen. You always perceived him as kind of annoying by the way he would act around school, but he was sweet under the surface. He was like a sour patch kid.

“Thanks Eddie.” You looked over at him with a soft smile. “I dont know, hearing this song always gets me emotional. I mean I miss my dad so, so, much, but I also miss the way my mom was so happy with him. She’s been different since then. She had no expectations of me and Dusty, I mean we were 11 and 8, but still. There’s so much pressure on us, well mainly me, now.” You couldnt help but start to cry again. “There’s just so much in my life that he’s missed out on and theres gonna be so much more. I never understood why there wasn’t anything the doctors could do and-” You cut yourself off by your breath catching in your throat.

“Hey, we dont have to talk about it if you dont want to.” he said rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. “I’ve been where you were, well are, before and I know it can be hard. It’s also okay if you want to keep talking to. I’ll be here either way.” You could see the smile he had on his face, it was comforting.

“Yea,” You took a deep breath which helped to stop the tears. “I just miss what they had and what he was to everyone. I wish I could be like him, but I’m definitely not headed down that path.” You reflected on everything your father was. A smart man that graduated from Brown and came back to his hometown to marry his highschool sweetheart. He never drank or smoked and spent every Friday night with his family watching movies. You were nowhere near on this path. You were a straight C student with no future plans, and that highschool sweetheart was not coming along great at all. Every Friday night, you were always at a friends house, you hardly spent any time at home. You also drank and smoked a lot, especially on nights like these.

“What do you mean?” You could hear the confusion in his voice. “I think you’re doing great.” That was just what you needed to hear right now.

“I’m the complete opposite of him. He was smart and responsible. A family man for sure. Hell, he married his high school sweetheart. His life was like a god damn movie. Me, on the other hand, I’m not smart or responsible. I never spend time with my family anymore and I am pretty much out of luck on the whole high school sweetheart scenario.” You took another deep breath starting to feel yourself on the verge of tears.

“You know you dont have to be your father right?”

“I know, I just wish my life could’ve been a movie the way that his was.” You took a deep sigh feeling the car stop. You were parked in front of Eddie’s trailer now, you hadn’t even realized that it had been twenty minutes.

“It still can be.” Eddie took the keys out of the ignition and turned to you. You never noticed how pretty he was until now, maybe it was just because you spilled out all of your emotions to him over the past 20 minutes or maybe it was you really noticing him. “It just doesn't have to be the same movie.” He continued offering a smile, still not letting go of your hand. He didnt want to let go of it, and neither did you.

You surprised yourself when you leaned in to hug him, but it was something you really needed. You liked the way that you felt comforted in his embrace and the way that he just rubbed your back. You didnt want to, but you pulled away from the hug. You didnt want it to linger for too long, but both of you missed eachothers warmth the second the hug ended.

“Thanks, Eds.” You leaned back, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. “Now, lets get to practice.” You offered up a smile and turned to get out of the car.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #henderson!reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve harrington x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader

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houseofthegeneticcarnivals · 11 months

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Shadows of the Heart - Freddy Kreuger x Female Reader

In the depths of the dream realm, where darkness reigned supreme, Freddy Krueger prowled the corridors of his domain. With each step, the echoes of his razor-sharp claws against the worn floorboards filled the eerie silence. But amidst the shadows and twisted corridors, an ethereal figure appeared, her presence a stark contrast to the nightmare landscape.

[Y/N], a compassionate dreamer with an insatiable curiosity, had unknowingly stumbled into Freddy's domain. Drawn by the enigma surrounding the infamous dream killer, she ventured further, guided by an inexplicable pull towards the darkness. Unafraid, she approached the disfigured specter, her eyes filled with compassion.

"I've heard tales about you, Freddy," she spoke, her voice gentle yet unwavering. "But I believe there is more to you than just a monster."

Freddy turned to face her, his scarred visage reflecting both surprise and intrigue. No one had ever spoken to him with such understanding before, let alone dared to approach him willingly.

"What do you want, girl?" he growled, his voice tinged with caution and curiosity.

[Y/N] took a step closer, undeterred by his intimidating presence. "I want to see the man behind the nightmare. I want to understand your pain, Freddy."

Her words struck a chord within him, resonating with emotions long forgotten. As memories of a past life flickered in his mind, Freddy found himself drawn to [Y/N]'s empathetic gaze.

"Nobody's ever cared to look past the monster," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was once a man, with hopes and dreams... before they took everything from me."

[Y/N] reached out tentatively, her hand inching closer to his burned flesh. "I want to help you find redemption, Freddy. To bring light to the darkness that has consumed you."

A mixture of confusion and longing clouded Freddy's disfigured features. The notion of redemption, of escaping the never-ending cycle of violence, was both foreign and tantalizing.

As their fingers touched, a surge of warmth coursed through Freddy's veins, a sensation he had long forgotten. In that moment, he realized that [Y/N] had become a flicker of light in his otherwise shadow-filled existence.

#freddy kruger x reader #freddy krueger #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #nightmare on elm street

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babiebom · 10 months

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Im a Bit curious about who your favorite characters are from the fandoms your writing for (also love your taste in kpop)

PS: k-drama recommendation

- Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

- Until we meet again (it's thai but still good)

- The sadness (Korean film)

- How may I help you

- Mouse

- Lovenest

- Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-joo

- Style (from 2009)

Ohoohoo~ anon you fell into my trap I love ranting about my faves also thank you(x3) for the recs Strong Woman Do Bong Soon is one of my favorite kdramas and Park Boyoung is like my third favorite actress so I already know your taste is good without having seen anything else also putting my faves below the cut because only god himself can stop me now. (I promise I will try to keep this short and sweet)

Warnings: spoilers for some series, cursing, bit of sus wording and thoughts yknow

Stardew Valley

Sebastian (Sebby/Seb/Loml)

Can you tell that I'm a sucker for grumpy bf x sunshine gf tropes????

Honestly along with the reader insert fic in gonna write(lets hope I finish it) I wanna write maybe a Seb x OC or something idkidk

Of the bachelorettes Penny is my favorite bc shes lowkey me (I sometimes teach kids and I want to have a bunch of them love housewife vibes)

In ridgeside so far Phillip is my favorite mostly bc I don't know the others that well amd im only gifting 6 people at a time and he just so happened to get picked he's so cute I love it when people are passionate about something

In Stardew Valley Extended Victor is the loml like yeah he's a rich guy but he also seems like a huge nerd and I love him

Also Claire(the joja mart girl) my tired queen plus

Also in terms of the kids Yuuma>Jas>Vincent>Trinnie>Keahi

Mystic Messenger

At first I was a Zen girl

Then I was a Yoosung girl

Then I was a Jaehee girl

Then I was a Jumin girl

And now I'm in my final form as a Saeyoung girl

I love him so much my man my man

I played this game for MONTHS like I was at school pulling my phone out to hurry through a chat room so i didn't miss anything

Was waking up in the middle of the night

The chokehold these men had on my PLS

Five Nights At Freddy's

Ok so at first i hated this game bc im a crybaby and it scared me so bad

Also bc I had an intense fear of animatronics and people in the mascot suits as a kid after going to chuck e cheese and being terrified of the things om stage and then getting stuck in a ride its a whole thing omfg

But then security breach came out and I was like oh? Why'd they make the animatronics sexy????? So like the first couple of games I dont have a favorite(except i think Chica is ugly dont hate me) bc like theyre kid souls but since the sb animatronics arent ghost kids indo have a favorite

Which is Monty

I love him he is my gator man<3333 also justice for Foxy I know he would've been cute af.

Dead By Daylight

Killerwise Ghostface is my favorite

And I know its a basic bitch answer but omfg that man could be the cause of my demise and I would say thank you

Also Oni is cool

Also trickster is cute

Womanwise for killer the Artist is my favorite shes so pretty I love her

I hate specifically wesker and the twins I feel like i needed to add this BC I hate them so much also Freddy kreuger but like thats obvious bc its included in my rules

Survivors I love are Leon(again basic bitch answer) Jake Park, Dwight, and theres more but i cant remember r n

For women its Nea(I main her), Meg, Ada, Kate, Elodie, again theres more but I cant remember and my brain is hurting

I do not like feng min or whatsherface the kpop manager lady bc of how people play them

Twilight

Team Edward or Jacob?

I am an Emmett girl

I am also a Seth girl

They have been the loves of my life since the movies came out

When I read the books I liked Carlisle the most <3

Honestly twilight making a comeback was the best tike for me bc of all the new content people were making

I love the series pls

Also again Womanwise Rosalie is the loml

Also alice

Also Esme

Also Leah

Pls the women are so amazing

Harry Potter

Also lemme preface this by saying I do not agree with jkr or anything she has been saying

But I did get into this fandom a couple years ago when i was in high school because of a friend

And I do still love the series but now I only consume fanmade things

That being said Remis Lupin has my heart

Also Fred and George

And Cedric

And if anyone wanted to know my house I am a Hufflepuff<3

The Outsiders

Through and through I am a Dallas girl

Can yall tell my type yet?

When reading the book I was also a Johnny girl and I literally wanted the best for him and was so mad When he DID NOT GET IT

Now that I'm older that entire situation is bullshit

Like as a 22 year old that still lives with her family the thought of having to take care of myself plus younger siblings with no help and also have the house where everyone hangs out stresses me out

Like I love my little sister but i am so glad my parents have raised us to have and keep jobs even if we hate it bc I know she would help me with everything

Like I know Soda helped as much as he could but GOD bad situation for everyone

Johnny did not deserve the ending he got

The Walking Dead

Okay so lemme just say that I am into dilfs this is a dilf loving safe space idc

Rick can get it and him being lowkey insane is attractive (do not be like me pls)

Love his long hair

Also had a crush on Carl when he was in the show (he is a year older than me im not a creep)

I have not gotten to later seasons so maybe there are still cute people idk i need to re watch

I also hated Lori and Shane with a passion

I still do

I cannot imagine hooking up with my husbands friend of my friends husband or whateverbskkakslal

I will rant on and on about this it genuinely makes me mad

I do however love Maggie and Peggy(is this her name? The sister?) We love country girls

I am a Michonne simp through and through

I am a simple lady

Cool woman with sword? Count me in

Once Upon A Time

Though I hate Regina I find her so attractive its not even funny

When I was younger i had a huge crush on Peter Pan

Now rewatching I am a Captain Hook Simp

Also Mad Hatter

Also Ruby

Also Graham in season 1 if anyone remembers him

Gawd these men

Ruby number 1 IDC IDC

Also Mulan

PLEASE

I have also not gotten super far in this show

Marvel

I'm gonna just list my favorites bc like I already feel super exposed and im writing all of this in one go bc I am so excited to share but my phone is broken

So number one is Steve im so mad he went back to Peggy but at the same time he deserves happiness

Number two Bucky again im a basic girl and tragic men attract me idk

Peter loml so cute also the only spiderman movies ive seen dont kill me

Wanda love her still have not seen Multiverse of madness last thing i watched is wandavison

Loved pietro

Thor my bb

I cannot think of any more

Doctor Who

I guess this one is going to be different because I have only seen new who and I do not dislike any doctor at all so i guess imma just rank them

9th(watched his season twice once when I was younger and was just getting into the show and then once a couple years ago when I committed to watching the show)

11th

10th

12th

13th(I do not hate her I am just new to her bc I am still on her first season since i procrastinate to make the series last longer)

Then i guess I'll rank the companions bc again I dont really dislike anyone

Martha(best girl i love her so much)

Donna

Amy

Clara

Bill

Yasmine

River(literally going to name a kid River bc of how much i like the name)

Graham

Rose

Jack

Ryan

Nardole

Rory

Mickey

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

I have had a crush on this man since 2005

Since I was FOUR YEARS OLD

The first time i saw him I fell in love

No one will compare to my love

Hotch is a close second I do love my dom daddy(I am so sorry for saying this)

Penelope is also my love but in a platonic i would kill someone for her kind of way

Also Emily

White Lotus

Okay so lemme start by saying

Season 2 >season 1

The only people i like im season 1 are Tanya and Belinda

Everyone else are kind of dislikeable

Well the rich guys wife is fine but shes not my favorite

Season 2 however i like like half of the characters

Obviously Tanya is on the list bc she is so funny

But Ethan is my favorite especially later in the season bc again guys like that are my thing

Also Harper but mainly bc of Aubrey

Then Daphne is the loml and she deserves better

And Lucia my bb

And Valentina

And Albie even if he seems like a "nice guy"

Love these characters

WE HATE GREG IN THIS HOUSE

Ouran High School Host Club

Takashi Morinozuka has my entire heart love this man

Honey is just me but male

And Haruhi loml pls shes so cute but also she tries to be the best person I love her

Also Kasanoda(and in the manga the girl he ends up with is kinda cool)

This again should also just be a ranking bc i love all the characters but im gonna limit myself

Kuroshitsuji

Again imma give a basic bitch answer and say Sebastian

I know hes a demon

I know he would hate me bc duh

But pls sir

Give me one chance

Also the undertaker

Also Agni

Also snake and joker

Grelle would be my platonic soulmate shes so funny

I also would like to protect Ciel(not the twin like not the real ciel or whatever I mean our ciel)

Like I understand that he basically siccs his demon on people and had them killed

But at the same time in my eyes he is literally just a traumatized little boy and i feel so bad for him

I know hes fictional but if i could change what happened to him i would

Finny is baby

I have typed for too long pls

Also thank you for asking this<3 feel free to ask other things and request stuff!!

#stardew valley #kuroshitsuji #ouran high school host club #the outsiders #the white lotus #once upon a time #twilight #harry potter #criminal minds #doctor who #mcu #dead by deadlight #the walking dead #five nights at freddy's #security breach #mystic messager #im so sorry #my type is so obvious this is embarassing

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