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ilovelosermen69 · 7 months
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Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction
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dominantslasherking · 5 months
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Hannibal drooling over how fit and muscled one of his patients (reader) is and just fantasizing about what he’d let reader do to him during one of their sessions.
Hannibal Lecter With Dominant Male S/o
My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+
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Hannibal's eyes tilted towards the seat across from him, His patient with a remarkable physique, one with lean and well-taken care of muscles, but not over the top, just the right amount, (in Hannibal's keen gaze.)
Leaning forward slightly, Hannibal's sole gaze fixated upon you. Strolling off-topic was, unprofessional of Hannibal, and he knew it, but even so, he dare speak, ""One must wonder what sort of discipline it takes to achieve such a body." For Hannibal Lecter to be so loose-lipped with his desires, was something you would never see him do, but it seems you just had that taunting effect on him. "Working out....helps me manage stress." Your husky voice followed up his strange comment. After Hannibal listened to your words, there was a pause, a silence so deep that it made Hannibal's mind wander and fiddle around. His thoughts slipped into a seductive reverie. ----- [Name]'s fingers brush against my arm, sending a thrill down my spine. Not being able to resist the hunger devouring me, I lean in, our lips pressed against one another. My acute senses overriding themselves, on fire in a blaze My hands find their way to the contours of his abs,  I can't help but hear [Name] let out an almost inaudible growl. Slowly I descend downwards, to the floor, on my knees before a glorious being such as you. Opening my mouth ever so slightly to let your cock slip into my mouth-- ---- Hannibal suddenly snapped his head towards you, the line between reality and imagination fading as he yearns for the reader in a way that only no one can fully comprehend.
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issdisgrace · 2 months
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Hii how are you?? i was thinking if you could do some of How slashers would be with a touch starving and depressed(it dont need to be both you can choose one that you feel more comfortable writing about) M or Gn reader, the slahser you can choose who you want to put but i really wanted some of R.Z Michael and Thomas Hewitt if you dont mind
thats was all!!
i will understand if you don't chose my request but anyways have a nice day!!!
SLASHERS WITH A TOUCH STARVED S/O
WARNINGS: None, boys just be touched starved out here
A/N: I decided to do just a touch starved reader but I do hope you enjoy this.
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Bo is extremely touched starved like have you seen him, have you seen how he grew up. And with being as touch starved as this man is, he doesn’t find any part of your reaction to his touch strange or unusual. Anyway it isn’t until months later when Vincent casually points it out how you and Bo melt into each other touch that Bo realizes that yeah I guess we both are touched starved.
MICHAEL
Michael is extremely and I mean extremely touched starved man. He knows he is and he knows you are to so he’s got his hands on you at all time when he’s not out killing. He loves the way you react to his touch and how you bask in it and you equally love how he reacts to your touch and how he soaps it up.
PATRICK
Patrick eats up the fact that your touched starved. Like he genuinely loves the way you react and soak up all the attention he gives you. In past partners he would’ve used this as a way manipulate them into doing what he wants. But he could never do that to you because you’re the first person that he’s ever really felt a true deep loving connection to.
THOMAS
Thomas isn’t touch starved thanks to Luda Mae. However he is in fact a very lovey guy in private. So with this it makes him absolutely and utterly oblivious to the fact you are touch starved because he just thinks the way you lean into his touch or seek it out so frequently is just because your also a very lovey person like him.
VINCENT
Vincent is surprisingly not touched starved like his twin brother. He doesn’t really like being touched so that contributes to his lack of touch starvation. But despite this, he puts up with it and gives you all the attention you that you could ever ask for. Knowing that you’ll need it in order to heal and become less touched starved.
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trumpadump · 2 months
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Me after searching "x male reader" wondering why there's so much fem reader content
The "yandere male" tag:
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fatigueeed · 9 months
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mdni 18+. not proof read
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stu loves when you make him cry. more specifically he loves when you fuck his face. something about the way his jaw aches and the grip you have on his hair just does something to him.
"mmm- yeah baby. f-fuck, look at you being good for me, just letting me use your throat like my own little toy, hmm?" you grunt out in between moans. hips thrusting, slamming your dick down stu's throat at an almost brutal pace.
"mmhm" he moans around you, nodding his head the best he can with how hard you're gripping his head. he's unconsciously rutting his hips on the bed, so when you announce you're cumming he isn't far behind.
he swallows around you the best that he can before pulling off and opening wide. showing you that he's been good and swallowed all of your cum. you lean down giving him a kiss.
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sethcertified · 9 months
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Poly Billy & Stu x Male Reader
Where reader has been canceling plans and spending time with Randy when the three promised to hang out or just generally ditching them for him and they’re hella jealous? Like wanting to keep reader on a leash so he can’t run away anymore jealous.
「 JEALOUSY KILLS ! 」 . . . 📁
scream : billy loomis, stu macher
w.c: 3.2k
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⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . Billy and Stu confront you, raging in jealousy, after seeing you with Randy at Stu’s party; the man you had been ditching Billy and Stu for
⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader
Macher parties were your least favorite. They always consisted of the people you hated the most: snobbish highschoolers that didn't give anyone below their social standards the time of day unless it benefited them somehow. You were bare witness to this in real time as a highschooler yourself.
You could usually count on the company of Billy or Stu to keep you occupied. For a while, at least. Yet they developed the habit of seemingly forgetting your presence as the party raged on. They would hang out with you for the first couple minutes of the party, but leave you alone at one point or another. Usually to hang out with Sidney or Tatum. It had happened again and again, and by now, you were sick of it. Standing alone in the corner as people you hate surrounded you was not fun in the slightest.
So you invited Randy.
✁.
Billy sat on the living floor, beer in hand, as Stu sat beside him. Billy was used to having Stu as company, and don't get him wrong, Stu is his best-friend, but there's a limit as to how much Billy can listen to the other man ramble. "Can't believe Will was able to do that! A keg-stand with one hand? I wish I could do that. Whadda ya think, Bill?" Billy's name escaping Stu's mouth caused Billy to look to the blonde boy who had been talking to him for... awhile.
Billy felt himself down the last few drops of beer as he cleared his head. It wasn't common for him to zone out. In fact, he would consider himself to be a great listener. Although, you kinda have to be when being not only best friends but also boyfriends with Stu Macher. But today, something else had caught his attention completely.
Stu flops against the wall as he realizes just how much Billy had been listening for. His gaze flickers to Billy, catching a glimpse of what had ruptured Billy's attention for the past half hour.
You, in all your glory, sipping on your drink in the most angelic way possible. A dark blue sweater draped over your body in a simple but beautiful way. Blue is your color, Stu thinks. No wonder Billy was staring at you. He looks back over to said man, watching as his eyes darken and his jaw tense. Confused, Stu looks back to where you stood, noticing the thing that was bugging Billy. "Is that?"
"Randy," says Billy, in a way that makes it seem like what he's looking at is the most absurd and repulsive thing he's ever seen. Stu mouth falls agape as his eyes catch sight of you, laughing as you touch Randy's forearm. "What is he doing with [Name]?"
Billy lets out a sarcastic chuckle. "What do you think?" Stu's eyes narrow as you laugh at some joke Randy made. He had noticed you two getting closer recently. Hell, you even ditched Billy and Stu to hang out with him more than once! But there was no way you two were-
Maybe you were. "They're not- right, Billy? [Name] wouldn't date Randy." Stu asked, panic and jealousy apparent in his tone. Billy sighs as he lips press into a stern line. "I don't know."
"What if they are?" Stu asks.
"We kill Randy," Billy says nonchalantly but there's something dark underlying his words. "Give [Name] a shoulder to cry on, make him ours. Simple." Stu nods along to Billy's words, but doubt still clouds his mind. "What if that doesn't work."
"It will. And if it doesn’t… I’ll put him on a leash if I have to," is all Billy says before going silent once more. His gaze is glued to you and Randy. You are still smiling at him and talking. But that's okay, Billy reasons. When you're comfortable with someone, you love to talk. You could spend hours rambling about the latest movie you saw or the newest episode of your favorite tv show. That doesn't mean you're dating him. Right?
And smiling? That was nothing. You smile at everything. Something both you and Stu had in common. Hell, you even smile at strays. And, to Billy, Randy was extremely familiar to a stray, wild, animal.
Can't be wilder than you and Stu though. Or did you forget who you are, ghostface?
Billy frowns at the thought. You didn't know. Both Billy and Stu had guaranteed that. But what if you did? What if that was the reason you had started to ditch them for the likes of Randy? Everything you had done with them was stuff you were know doing with Randy, after all.
The first time you had ditched them for Randy was on your weekly movie night. After you had yet to show up after an hour, they had gone out looking for you. They eventually found you sneaking him into a movie theater to see the new Hellraiser movie. Something you had promised to watch with Billy and Stu.
As you began to ditch them more and more, they continued to see what you were doing instead of hanging out with them, and every-time you were with him. Doing stuff you always did and/or promised to do with Billy and Stu. Watching stupid movies to make fun of their absurdity, sneak onto the roof to just talk until the sun crept over the horizon, etc.
It drove them insane. Sure, you didn't owe the two anything. You didn't sign a contract saying you had to spend every waking moment with them. But that didn't make the two any less jealous. Especially when Randy wouldn't leave your side.
"Bill, I can't do this anymore, watching them is driving me nuts, man!" Stu whined as he chugged down some of his beer. For a second, Billy was taken aback. He had completely forgotten Stu's presence (again) while glaring holes into Randy's back. "Maybe we should go up to him?" Stu asks.
Billy clears his throat at the suggestion but glares at Stu. "Does it look like we could with Randy clinging to him? Don't be stupid." Stu pouts as he glances back at you and Randy once more. You're laughing at something he said, again. Stu's pout quickly turned into a frown. He was the only one to ever make you laugh that much.
Was he being replaced by Randy? Could Randy do everything he could? Better, even? The paranoia racking Stu's brain makes him sure he's going crazy. Surely, you wouldn't replace him. Right?
"I'm going up to him," says Stu. Billy gives him a pointed look. "Tell me how that goes."
"You should come with me," Stu replies. Billy feigns ignorance to Stu's words as he lifts the empty bottle of beer to his lips. "C'mon man, before it's too late."
Before it's too late.
The sentence echoes in Billy's ears. He didn't want to lose you. He couldn't lose you. Not to the annoying guys at school, not to the girl who always insists on being your partner whenever she gets the chance in English, and especially not to Randy. Billy wouldn't let that happen. Never. Not to anyone.
You were his and Stu's. No one else's.
Before he even can process what he's doing, Billy's standing up off the floor and walking to the kitchen. Stu right beside him with a satisfactory smile across his face.
You chuckle at something Randy says before you notice Billy and Stu walking towards the both of you. Your smile quickly drops. Now they chose to come say hi?
Stu swings his arm around your shoulder, "Hi, [Name]." His tone was flirty in the charismatic Stu way that would usually make your knees weak. Billy creeps up besides Stu. He gives Randy a quick glance before saying, "Hey" to you.
It was impossible not to notice your sour mood. Even Stu felt his confidence falter. You were pissed. Randy clears his throat, causing all three of you to turn your attention to him. "Sorry, Randy. Anyways, what were you saying?" You completely disregard Billy and Stu, focusing all of your attention on the brunette man in front of you.
Randy's gaze flickers to Billy and Stu before sending you a confused look. The two of you do a bit of eye communication as the tension between all four of you gradually increases. "So," Randy finally clears the air, "Have you guys seen the new Hellraiser movie? Me and [Name] saw it the other day."
As soon as those words leave his mouth, both Billy and Stu look like they want to rip his face off. They already knew of you ditching them for Randy, but to hear it out of his mouth made both men want to take you far, far away from the world. Make you theirs and only theirs.
"Not yet." Says Billy as his brown eyes lock onto you. The feeling of his stern gaze makes you swallow awkwardly. Randy didn't know you were going to see it with Billy and Stu. He also didn't know about your repeated ditching to hang out with him. Every word that could and had come out of his mouth was putting you one foot in the grave.
Randy laughs awkwardly, "It sucked. Didn't miss out on much." Billy just nods his head, not interested in what Randy had to say. "But [Name] can make any movie good. I never laughed so hard in a movie theater before."
"We get it." Billy says, annoyance clear in his words. Your eyes widen at Billy. You knew he never liked Randy that much, but he seemed to always tolerate him when you all hung out together. It made sense, so you never bugged Billy about it since Randy made his crush on Sidney very obvious.
Your gaze lingers on Billy, trying to decipher his abrupt aggressiveness. His face is contorted angrily. If looks could kill, Randy would be six feet under.
"So, Randy, you still got the hots for Sid?" Stu suddenly asks. It doesn't sound genuine at all. What were they up to? "Stu!" You whisper-yell at him. His blue eyes meet with yours. "Why would you ask that when Billy's right there?" It seems odd to you the fact you have to remind Stu that mentioning Randy's crush on Sid is a bad idea when Billy's right there. Unless he had something up his sleeve?
"Uh," Randy stutters, now slightly scared of what Billy will do if he answers truthfully. It doesn't help that Stu was staring down at him like a vulture. "A little, I guess." Your lips pull awkwardly back as Randy avoids eye contact with Billy and Stu. Why were the treating Randy like this?
Stu laughs at Randy, "I can't believe you would actually admit that when her boyfriend is right there!" His laughter quiets down but chuckles still escape his mouth. "Are you that stupid?"
"Dude! Stop being a dick," you whisper to him. Stu squints his eyes at you as if he's trying to figure out why you're defending Randy so hard. Stu frowns but continues on his taunts. "Is that why you came? To sneak a peek of her?"
"What? No!" Randy responds. "I came to hang out with [Name], so he isn't alone. He invited me in the first place."
You smile at his words. It didn't take much to notice; however, how Billy's jaw tensed and Stu's hand against your shoulder clenched. If the only people in the room were you four, you wouldn't doubt either of the boys breaking a beer bottle on Randy's head.
"Well, he isn't alone anymore, so you can leave." Billy says. Randy nervously chuckles, "I mean, I could. But I'm already here with [Name], and I like hanging out with him."
"I like hanging out with you too." You tell him, desperate to make him feel less uncomfortable when there's two men right in-front of him who look like they could slit his throat if given the chance.
"You know what's more fun to hang out with? The door. You should go check it out and while you are at it, get your ass out of here." Billy says without any hesitation in his voice.
"Billy!" You gasp. This wasn't cool anymore. "Can I talk to you?" Your gaze flickers to Stu. "Both of you. In private?" You send Randy an apologetic smile before grabbing both Billy's and Stu's hands and dragging them the hell out of here, without waiting for a response from the two.
Billy stops for a moment to speak to Randy once more, "The door is right there. Feel free to use it while we're gone." You curse under your breath as you pull him with you and take him up the stairs, eventually pulling the two into Stu's bedroom. Your hand doesn't leave theirs 'til you shut the door and can only hear the faint noise of the party raging on downstairs.
You let go of them to cross your arms over your chest, "What the hell are you two doing?"
Billy's the first to respond. "Showing Randy his place," he says, without an ounce of guilt for what he had done.
Stu nods and you glare at him. "C'mon, you guys. He's my friend. What's the problem with him hanging out with me? It's better than me being alone in the corner as I watch everyone around me make out and drink booze." It's your turn to be upset, and you hope your feelings get through their thick skulls.
"I don't care if he's your friend," Billy says, putting a strange emphasis on the word friend. Your brows contort in confusion and anger at his words. "What the hell is wrong with you? There was no reason for you to be that rude to him!" You snap. "I really like him, okay? And I don't want to lose him to you two being major assholes."
"Oh, so now you like him, huh?" Stu says and you sigh. Both of them were being so stubborn about this. "He's my friend, Stu. Of course, I like him."
"What about us? Do you like us?" Stu asks and your mouth falls open in shock.
"Yes? Why wouldn't I like you? You guys are quite literally my best friends."
"Then you shouldn't have an issue hanging out with us instead of Randy," Billy says. You close your eyes in frustration. The three of you were just going in circles at this point.
"Is it 'cause he likes your girlfriend? If so, that has nothing to do with our relationship." You ask and the expression on both of their faces makes you immediately regret your words.
"No. I don't care about Sid, okay? And it has everything to do with your... relationship." Billy pauses before saying the word like it's the most disgusting thing he's ever said.
"Yeah, man!" Stu chimes in. "He's weird. His hair is weird. And his clothes. And... and the way he looks at you! You shouldn't be around him."
"What? You two are behaving like children, right now! What is up with you two?" Your eyes widen as you suddenly put the pieces together. "You're jealous!" You place your palm over you mouth as your gaze flickers between the two. "You're jealous of Randy!"
"So what?" Billy says.
You inch closer to them, "You two are jealous because I've been hanging out with him so much. Oh my god. This whole time, I thought-"
"You thought what?" Stu asks.
"I thought you guys just didn't like him because he likes Sidney. But... why do you guys care that much if I hang out with him so much?" You ponder as you sit on the edge of the bed, no longer standing in front of them.
"Because you're ours, okay?" Stu says as he looms over you. Your eyes widen but he goes on. "We know you've been ditching him for us, [Name]. What did we do wrong?" He wraps his long arms around you as he moves to sit besides you on the bed. His hold is tight, possessive, but strangely enough, oddly comforting.
The room is silent for a moment before you speak. "You guys have been ditching me too, you know? At these parties, you'll talk and hang out with me for a little bit, but sooner or later, you leave me alone in some random room surrounded by people I don't know or don't like. Even at school! I didn't want to be clingy, so I made a new friend. I just didn't want to cling to you guys like some dog."
Your eyes show your hurt and Billy and Stu share a look. That was the reason? It never had even processed to them that that could've been the reason. But the same hint of relief in their eyes shone brightly. You didn't know.
"[Name]," Billy says as he walks to you. You gaze up at him as Stu rests his chin on your shoulder. He stands in-front of you before grasping your chin between his thumb and pointing finger. Flushed at the feeling of his intimacy, you avert your eyes. Before any of you know what's happening, Billy closes the distance between you. As your lips met his, everything else went into a standstill.
Too shocked by the action, you fail to respond to the kiss. This wasn't happening. There was no way Billy Loomis was kissing you. Did he-
Suddenly, all your worries turn into mush until the only thing you can think about is his lips on yours. And you finally realize this is what you had wanted for the longest time. To be with him. No- to be with them. They were the only ones in your heart. Stu's body warmth spreads through your body and captures your soul, making you part away from Billy.
Turning to Stu, your eyes bore into his, asking the question that wouldn't dare leave your mouth. Are we about to kiss? Stu answers the question immediately, pressing his lips against yours. The feeling that rushes through you is almost identical to the one you felt while kissing Billy. Your brain fogs, only focusing on him until the necessity to breathe arose, causing you to pull away.
"That was," you pause as your mind tries to find the words. "Unreal." You stare up at Billy dizzily. He takes the eye contact as a positive, sending you a rare but genuine smile. Stu practically jumps on to Billy as he springs up from the bed, wrapping his long arm around Billy’s neck, putting him into a headlock. “Sorry, Bill, but he was talking about our kiss. Not yours.”
Billy pushes him off and you can’t help but chuckle at the two. Billy punched Stu shoulder playfully but still with impact. “I can make them say that about more than kissing. Too bad, you can’t do the same.”
“And how would you know, smart guy?” Stu asks but you can feel the sexual tension start to build up between them. Billy suddenly pulls Stu’s head back by his hair, “Cause you can only take dick.” Stu bites his lip in arousal and you can tell that this was by no means something that they hadn’t done before.
Billy turns to you, Stu still in his grasp. “Do you want this?”
Your mouth opens in response, “I-”
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✎ notes . . . to be continued… my favorite type of endings!! if this does well, I will write a part two that is SMUT AHHH
©️ sethcertified 2023
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Giving Slashers flowers!!!
This post will include RZ Michael Myers, Jason, Billy Lenz, Thomas Hewitt, and Brahms Heelshire. Reader is gn or male. We're just starting to write so please be kind.
RZ Mikey
[Cue silent head tilt]
He understands the sentiment behind the gesture, but doesn't get why you'd give him flowers.
Poor guy doesn't think he deserves them :(
Will probably dry and/or press the flowers and incorporate the dried petals into his masks, and might even make you a mask of your own as a 'thank you' (wear it around him he will be ecstatic, even if he doesn't show it)
You had just come home from the grocery store, armfuls of stuff in your grip as you carry them to the kitchen. "Hey Michael, I'm home!" You figured he knew it was you anyway but you definitely wouldn't wanna be mistaken for an intruder.
Michael eventually wanders into the kitchen to see what you brought home (hes secretly hoping you brought candy, he has a hell of a sweet tooth). When he sees the bouquet of flowers, he picks them up and tugs at your sleeve. Holding them up with his head tilted as if to say, "What's with these?"
"Oh! Those are for you, Mikey." You smile up at him. He stands there for a moment, seemingly thinking before nodding and walking away, flowers in hand.
A few weeks later Michael walks up to you with a colourful mask, putting it in your lap and staring at you. You pick it up and inspect the details, realizing he had dried the flowers you gave him and used them as part of the mask.
You smile and stand, giving him a tight hug which he awkwardly reciprocates, then put on your mask. "Its beautiful, Michael, thank you."
Jason Voorhees
When i tell you this man will just about sob from joy-
The fact that you love him and want to be around him is already more than he's ever hoped for but you bringing him flowers? Swoon
You will absolutely get a massive bear hug cuz i know for a fact this momma's boy is a hugger
You had decided to go for a little hike around the camp while Jason was off setting his traps. It was a beautiful day and you didn't wanna waste it indoors.
While on this hike you collected the wildflowers and wild blueberries along the trail, as a little gift for Jason. By the time you got back to the cabin, you had a proper fistful of flowers and maybe a pint of the blueberries, lucky you! You got to the sweet berries before the deer did.
When Jason finally got back you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek of his hockey mask and the little bouqet. "I picked you some flowers, handsome!" Jason takes them gingerly and grabs a mug, filling it with water to use as a vase.
Once he sets the flowers in the mug he turns back to you and scoops you up in a firm but careful bear hug, muffled sniffles echoing from under his mask. "Thank you, love." He signs after gently setting you back down on your feet. You smile and take his hand, "I also picked some blueberries, wanna help me make some muffins?" He nods eagerly as you lead him to the kitchen.
Billy Lenz
Lets be real this gremlin of a man would try to eat them if you'd let him. (Dude 100% has an oral fixation and 0 sense of self control)
Will cling to you even more than usual. Mans is a cuddler through and through.
"Pretty Boy brought Billy a gift!!!"
Will also happy stim as he rambles about how sweet you are and probably brag about you to your cat (writing this as if yall aint in the sorority house) "Billy has the sweetest boyfriend ever!"
"Billy, I'm home!" You call as you walk in the door. You head up to your room to see billy laying on the bed with your cat, holding it above him and giggling loudly. "Havin fun cutie? I picked up some new sweaters for you, nice n' soft just how you like." He smiles up at you and places the cat down. "Pretty [y/n] always picks the best sweaters." He states as he sits up.
"I also got you something else."
"Surprise for Billy?"
"Yes, surprise for Billy." You pull the flowers from behind your back, earning a delighted squeal and some happy wiggles from your boyfriend. He quickly snatched them from your hand and shoved his face into the vibrant blossoms, only to sneeze immediately.
(I AM A BILLY LENZ KITTEN SNEEZE TRUTHER YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE)
You laugh softly at his antics and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Why dont I put these in a vase, then we can cuddle n watch some cartoons?"
"Yes please!!!" Billy grins, picking up the cat and following you back downstairs.
Thomas Hewitt
Will probably also cry tbh, another momma's boy who thrives off of affection
You'll probably need to tell Hoyt off though cuz he's gonna dog on Tommy for bein a pansy or some shit
But really this man is so whipped for you he's going to cherish anything you give him.
He's sentimental for sure so i see him asking Luda to press any flowers you give him to keep forever
You were just finishing up setting the beartraps around the Hewitt property when you noticed some wildflowers in the treeline.
After setting the last trap you headed over to the patch of flowers, picking a handful and binding them with some twine from your pocket. Satisfied with your little bouqet, you made your way back to the house.
"Tommy's upstairs in y'all's room, honey." Luda called from the kitchen as you walked in. "Alright Luda, I'll be back in a bit to help with supper." With that you scampered upstairs and into your room.
"Tommy baby? Ya in here?" You hear a grunt and smile, walking up to the large man and hugging him. "Brought you a lil gift, love."
You hand Thomas the flowers, which he takes and inspects curiously before setting them down and kissing your forehead, mumbling a raspy, slightly choked 'thank you.'
Brahms Heelshire
This dude just gets so flustered.
He spent 2 decades in the fucking walls a kind gesture would absolutely kill him
Will be even clingier the rest of the day. Don't bother trying to do anything he will have a death grip on your waist to cuddle you.
Brahms is definitely still very childish when it comes to passtimes, may ask you to put the flowers in his hair or something (lowkey an excuse to have you play with his hair.) [Please play with his hair he will melt]
Whilst taking care of the rat traps you decided to pick some of the clover blossoms growing next to the foundation of the mansion. You dont really leave the house, so small activities like this gave you some variety in your day.
As soon as you had finished up outside it had started to rain. You curse quietly to yourself and dash inside.
"Brahmsy! Im done outside, what should we do for lunch?" You call as you take off your shoes; You didn't want to track mud in the house after all.
"Could we have that pasta with the chicken and herbs? I quite like that." The masked man replies, seemingly appearing from thin air. "What are the flowers for, sweetest?"
"Oh! Theyre for you, Brahms. I thought they were pretty." You smile at him and hand him the flowers.
"F-For me?" You can see his left ear turn a bit pink, and you giggle.
"Of course darling, I wanted to do something to make you smile."
Brahms scoops you up and squeezes you tight. "Thank you, dove. That's so kind of you."
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Hear me out: FTM Brahms
Omg fuck yes
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Oh how beautiful he looked right now. You wanted to engrave this moment in your brain to cherish it forever. Cherish how beautiful with drool and tears running down his face. How adorable his whimpers and moans sound. You leaned in to land a kiss to his drool stained lips. "H-aAh- Please p-lease! I can't c-cuhm anym-OorE! FUCK!" his tear filled eyes rolled back for the nth time that night as you started rubbing his clit furiously. His thighs were quivering when his nails dug into you back making you let out a quiet grunt into his neck. He cried out as you bit into his neck squirting all over your thighs and cock.
But that didn't stop you. You haven't even came once. "Hold on a bit more f-for me darling- I'm g-onna fill you up read good kay?". He let out a desperate whine at your words burying his face into your neck. Your thrusts got faster and faster as the knot in your belly tightened to his sounds. You started rubbing his clit faster than the last time.
"N-oHH! P-lease noO! a-AH fuuuCKK-!" he cried out overstimulated. You kissed him as you got closer to your high. His whole body started trembling as his grip on you tightened. "F-uck cum for me baby... Be a g-good boy 'n cum f'me." you ordered just a few seconds before he came with a cry of your name.
It didn't take long for you to fill him up. Brahms' eyes rolled back to his skull as you filled him up nice and full. You pulled out of him slowly before collapsing next to your beautiful boyfriend. "You wanna clean up now or later?" you whispered to him. He let out a muffled 'later' that you barely heard. You grabbed the blanket next to your bed and covered both of your bodies with it. You hugged him from behind. "I love you" you whispered to his ear as you landed a kiss to his cheek.
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riotlain · 1 year
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Slashers' Werewolf S/o
school is crazy
BACK TO MY LONG POSTS
THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI
Poly Ghostface
Along with the various Ghostface killings theres been another bit of murder
"Animal attacks" the news said
You just avoided the news because of it before yall dated
After a while of dating you told them about the whole werewolf situation
They didnt believe til they saw it
You were quite docile with them
They gave you the nickname, Wolfy
Mainly Stu uses it but yknow Billy does too sometimes to tease you
Youre surprisingly docile while in wolf form
Well around them atleast
You mainly just follow them around which leads to you being apart of the whole Ghostface thing
Billy hates the fur so much. Stu doesnt mind it though
Yes theres dog toys in Stu's house for you
It surprisingly works
Stu's parents aint home often but whenever they are and you're transformed they hide you in his closet or bathroom
Billy gives good massages if you complain enough about the after pain of shifting and all that
Michael Myers
Yall were in the penitentiary for... different reasons
You both escaped at different times and eventually you ended up a tattered mess infront of Michael's lil house place
He wouldve killed you if he didnt see you turn from a werewolf thing to a human
Hey he recognized you! You were that patient who escaped a bit after him!!
Michael doesnt know how to feel about the werewolf thing
Yea youre enjoyable when youre a human but as a dog thing?? He usually jusy puts you outside
One of these times though you got hurt and he stopped doing it💀
Carries you around in both forms. Very strong man
Hates the fur hates the fur
*sprays water at you to get off the couch*
Jason Voorhees
Jason was never allowed any pets as a kid
Not saying your his pet but in your wolf form he treats you just like a dog
Yall definitely wrestle. HES A STRONG LAD HE CAN TAKE IT
He wont make you hunt trespassers or anything if you dont want to (Depending on how well you can control yourself when turned💀)
Gives the best massages when youre sore from shifting hes so gentle with it🫶🫶
Will hold you like a baby
You hurt him on accident once and never lived it down😭😭
Your fur feels nice to him
Will steal a brush from a trespasser to brush you out
Will lose his shit if you accidentally walk into a trap
Vincent Sinclair
Youre used to waking up in random places. Ambrose was the place this time
Vincent saw you turn from wolf to human and wanted to keep you around
HE THINKS ITS SO COOL OK
He wants you to be a model for him but thats near impossible bc you never sit still
Please dont eat the wax statues😭
You arent allowed in his work room when transformed. Youre usually outside tho when you are so it dont matter too much
So you hang around Lester and Josie on those nights
Or he calms you down to where you sleep
Likes laying on your fur
Hates the slobber hates the slobber
Has many drawings of you🫶
Bo Sinclair
Acts like he hates that you transform
But he loves it and gives you so much affection in wolf form (you remember it all but dont tell him)
He hates the fur as well
"QUIT CHEWIN' ON MY HAT Y/N!"
Theres a dog bed in his garage
Like yea you always curl up next to him but still its there for you
Would prefer if you hunted some runaway victims but yknow you dont gotta
Will fold if you did puppy eyes at him
Lester Sinclair
Loves you so much
You're Jonsie's bestie
Mainly feeds you roadkill to keep you away from eating the wax statues😭
talks about you so much to his brothers
Youre great for collecting roadkill but you scare the travelers alot
Treats you like a big dog but knows your boundaries
Def gave you the nickname Puppy
Learned how to make tea to soothe you after you turn back
Bubba Sawyer
YOURE A WHAT??? HOW THE HELL DID YOU END UP IN TEXAS
You woke up in a basement with blood in and around your mouth and a large man infront of you in an apron or something in fear
Bubba (and nubbins) had to convince Hoyt to keep you
Loves your abilities so much
Nubbins or Choptop usually try to rough house with you
You shed so much especially since its FUCKING TEXAS
Hoyt literally hates it so much
"GODDAMNIT THERES FUR ON MY SHIRT!!"
Gnaw on the bones of victims why dont you
Hoyt calls you mutt sorry😭
Bubba loves your fur
Just loves to ruffle it
Thinks your sharp teeth are really cool
Does not know what to do when youre in pain or sore from shifting back
Thinks your dying ngl and panics so much
He eventually understands youre sore and tried to give you massages
Thomas Hewitt
Near same thing to Bubba. HOW THE HELL DID YOU END UP IN TEXAS
Never allowed pets as a kid so when you just lay on his lap as a wolf he loves it so much
Doesnt mind the fur too much
Just tries to keep it away from the food
Monty has locked you outside in your wolf form multiple times and Tommy boy literally loses his shit
Monty is a hater
Luda may loves you though
Finds petting you therapeutic
Doesnt mind the slobber or anything
Gives you limbs of victims sometimes to gnaw on
Billy Lenz
Been literally stalking in your house for a while so he knows
His calls have more dog jokes in them calling you Puppy/doggy instead of piggy
Has barked at you
You kinda knew he was up there after the second time you shifted and heard him being... well him
You intimidate him so much hes so inlove with you
Smells your fur like alot
Theres saliva in your fur and a good amount is from him💀💀
You bit him once so he bit you back
Grabs your tail and ears alot to be annoying
Brahms Heelshire
Was also never allowed pets as a kid
Is scared at first. He knows werewolves as scary monsters that eat people! You wouldnt eat him right??
Eventually gets used to it
Cuddles his head against your chest
Your fur feels so nice to him
Ngl he just treats you like a dog?? Like how he treats the rats ngl
He'll give you food and then gently pat your head
Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull
Jesse didnt believe in that stuff until you
Dont lick him on the head omfg💀💀
You shifted at work once and it scared everyone
Bro was just like "Aww my boyfriend🥰🥰"
Will trim your nails. Even if youre trying to go against it hes going to trim them
Enjoys brushing your fur
Preston hates how you always end up growling at him when hes around
It makes him look bad infront of his boss😭😭 (good)
Thinks youre an angel compared to him. Youre literally throwing bodies around and mauling them?? Nuh uh
You cant get him with puppy eyes no you cant (Yea... you kinda can)
Also sprays water at you sometimes
You have your own collar
Asa Emory/The Collector
Youre basically his pet so like yea you have a collar
Spooked him when you first turned like what?? people dont usually do that???
Hates the dog hair so much like omfg
Youre a guard dog now
Your job is to chase down any victim on full moons
Studies you
Watches you transform and takes notes
Has a notebook just about you
Asks you alot of questions before and after shifting
After his lil studies he will give you massages and somewhat pamper you ig
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plasmabull7 · 14 days
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Big brain activity rn >:3
Like imagine your just relaxing on the couch, doing whatever, then out of nowhere you huge ass slasher bf just walks up to you, says he wants cuddles, doesn't even wait for a response then just flops down onto you, basically crushing you under them, lovingly tho
(Michael Myers, Vincent, the predator, Jason, Bubba, my bloody valentines guy, Bo, Otis)
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marksbear · 10 months
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You said you’d write for any slasher (and also smut) so I wasn’t sure if you’d take this req but I’ll ask anyways — could u write something for Norman Bates (Psycho 1960, NOT Bates Motel) maybe getting overstimulated by a pushy male guest at the motel, or otherwise getting super flustered by foreplay/during? 💕
Don’t we all just think that he’s probably a virgin… oh it’s just me. 😭 Probably the filthiest thing I wrote in a while.
Also I added a lil breeding kink for a good friend of mine.
Warnings! SMUT, Detailed smut, virgin Norman, makeout, flirting, dom reader, teasing, grinding, humping, cumming inside boxers (Norman), controlling reader, stripping, rough sex, praise kink, handjob. Breeding kink.
NORMAN BATES X PUSHY DOM MALE READER
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Norman watched through the window inside his mothers house as he watched a car pull into the parking lot. Norman was confused because it was early in the morning and people were already coming.
Most people who came to the motel were either lost or just needed to stop to use the bathroom. 
With curiosity in Norman’s eyes he watched a man step out of the car. A light gasp escaped Norman’s lips as he stared at the man. The man was undoubtedly attractive and taller than Norman. Even from all the way back here Norman felt a bit nervous. In Norman’s opinion the man looked like he belonged in a movie or magazine. 
Norman felt his heart ache as the man went to the passenger seat opening it and helping a woman step out the car.
The black haired male hurriedly leaves the house to go greet the guest. 
Just in time Norman goes to the hotel reception area waiting for the two people comes inside, but is only greeted by the male.
“Hi good morning!” Norman greets holding his hand out for the male. The male takes the hand and shakes it firmly. 
“Good morning.” The male responds back, almost making Norman weak. 
“U-uh are you planning to stay the night?” Norman asks taking the check in sheet handing it to the male. 
“Yes. My friend and I are planning to stay three nights. So we need two separate rooms.” The male says more like ordering Norman. The male takes the sheet from Norman and signs his name and his friend's name as well.
"Y/n L/n..."
Norman says to himself looking at the guest.
Before Norman could ask Y/n to pay the guest reaches in his pocket taking a fifty dollar bill slapping it on the counter saying "Keep the change."
Norman was a bit intimidated by the dominant male, but none of the less still made his heart skip beats. Norman puts the money inside the register and picks up the keys on the rack handing it to Y/n.
"Y-your room is number one. And your friend is number six." Norman handed both keys to the male with in mind that he separated them apart on purpose.
Y/n took them and stuffed them inside his pocket before saying "You know Bates, people in town call you a psycho or sometimes insane."
"Y-you don't actually b-believe those stupid rumors." Norman stutters out looking at Y/n.
"Not at the moment, i'll have to see it to believe it." Y/n answered with a smirk.
Before Norman could say anything more Y/n leaves going back outside. Norman thinks for a second before rushing outside.
"Please let me collect your bags!" Norman offers to Y/n.
Y/n looks at Norman before letting out a stiff laugh. "Help the lady with her bags not me." Y/n takes his own bags from the car and taking them into his motel room.
Norman watches Y/n leave in a trance as the woman stares at him knowingly.
The woman clears her throat catching Norman's attention.
"Oh- i'm sorry l-let me help you with that!" Norman blurts out taking the bags from her hands and walking to her motel room.
TIMESKIP
Norman was at the motel counter doing whatever minding his own thing as his mother rambled in his head about how he should "marry" Y/n.
"Yes mother, I know he'll be a fine husband for me..." Norman mutters out not noticing the door open.
"Yes I know... Do you really think he likes me?" As Norman talked with his mother the said man he is talking about enters the room holding two cups of coffee.
"Maybe you are insane." Y/n's voice rings out leaning against the wall. With the sudden voice in the room Norman snaps out of his thoughts and looks at Y/n with a nervous expression.
"N-no its just that uhm I--" Norman tries to say before getting cut off by Y/n.
"Never mind that. Come join me in my room for coffee and food." Y/n says almost ordering Norman. Before Norman could argue back about how he shouldn't, Y/n already opened the door waiting for Norman to follow.
"Hurry up before I change my mind." Y/n says with a light laugh escaping his lips as he watch Norman scurry from the counter leaving the room and to Y/n's room.
TIMESKIP
Norman and Y/n sat on the side of the bed talking and eating. They well mostly Y/n talked about his life and where he's going after he leaves the motel.
During the period of the two with each other Y/n kept getting more and more comfortable with the man. Even so that Y/n took off his shirt and pants only leaving him in his boxers as he drank his coffee.
Which shocked and flustered the hell out of Norman.
Anyone could have been barging in the room at the moment and getting the totally wrong idea. That took Norman even by more surprise from Y/n not caring what others would have thought.
Y/n laid his body on the headboard telling Norman a story about his job. As Y/n talked and talked Norman eyes trails away from Y/n’s own looking over his exposed chest and abs.
Norman eyes looks lower staring at the outline of Y/n’s soft cock. Norman could his mouth begin to water and his mind begin to daydream.
"And the idiot comes up to me and asks--- Norman. Are you even listening?" Y/n asks snapping Norman from his day dreaming.
"S-sorry uhm... You w-were saying?"
"You're a real perv you know that. Staring so deeply at my body." Y/n giggles out before reaching his hand out hooking his finger under his chin.
"What were you thinking about and be honest." Y/n says pulling Norman closer to him. Norman opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
Y/n lets out a light chuckle before saying "I don't mind that you're looking at my body. Do you want a closer look?" Y/n says teasing Norman before setting his coffee cup on the night stand.
Norman's face was hot and flustered eyes averting from Y/n's own.
The two were face to face staring at each other so intimately. Norman looks down at Y/n's lips before turning away blushing madly.
Y/n let out a chuckle before using his free hand to cup Norman's cheek moving his head back it to his dierction.
Y/n leans in closing the distance between them kissing Norman deeply. Norman didn't know how to react with his eyes wide as Y/n kissed him. The kiss was messy because Norman didn't know how to properly kiss.
Y/n pulled away from the kiss smirking at Norman. "Y-y-you kissed me" Norman stutters out.
Y/n let out a light chuckle before moving his hand away from Norman’s cheek and instead placing it on his inner thigh. “Can I kiss you again?” Y/n ask’s already knowing his answer.
Norman weakly shakes his head yes.
Leaning back in Y/n kisses Norman with a bit more passion than the last one. Norman awkwardly kisses back pressing his lips onto Y/n.
After a while Y/n pulls back, but Norman didn’t want to end the kiss moving his face towards Y/n not trying to break the kiss.
“Easy tiger.” Y/n teases using his free hand to pull Norman away.
“D-did I do so-something wrong?” Norman questions.
“No baby… It’s just that I want to do other stuff than just kissing. Don’t get me wrong I love the kissing, but I want you to feel good in other ways than just kissing.” Y/n says with a trusting smile.
Norman feels flustered and shy as Y/n’s hands leaves his face and to his neck trailing down. Y/n’s hands finds the collar of the button shirt Norman wore and tugged on it.
“Loose the shirt.” Y/n says as if he was ordering him to do it. Norman quickly obeys fumbling around with the shirt before taking the shirt off pulling it off his shoulders.
“Mind taking off your pants now? Or do I have to do it myself.” Y/n teases with a taunting smirk. Nervously Norman takes off his pants and shoes leaving himself in his underwear just like the man beside him.
“Good job.” Y/n says shortly before moving his hands down until he reached Norman’s waist. Y/n brought his other hand forward taking the other side of Norman’s waist. In one motion Y/n brings Norman into his lap.
Norman blushes brightly at Y/n straight forward behavior. Y/n kisses the side of Norman’s jaw as Norman moves both of his hands to either side of Y/n’s shoulders. Y/n littered kisses across Norman’s jaw and to his neck. Y/n kisses his neck softly and left hickeys.
“Oh~ Y-Y/n!” Norman quietly moans out feeling Y/n start to move under him grinding onto him the male pulls away for a while to look at Norman. “Move your hips back and forth while sinking down on my lap.” Y/n instructs.
The black haired male thought for a few seconds before doing what he was told to do. Norman’s cock started to grow hard as soft moans escaped his lips. Soon enough Norman’s cock bulged through his underwear leaving a tent.
Suddenly Y/n flipped both of over. Norman laid on the bed on his back with his legs spread open as well the rest of his body full in display. As for Y/n he toward over him in between his legs.
Norman still gripped onto Y/n’s shoulders for dear life as Y/n grind into him. Y/n used one of his hands to go inside Norman’s boxer grabbing onto his hard cock roughly jerking him off. Norman moaned loudly throwing his head back into the pillows from the feeling of Y/n’s hand wrapped around his cock.
Y/n pumped Norman’s cock fast then suddenly out of no where goes to a slow and agonizing pace.
Norman was a mess already just from grinding and kissing. Norman’s cock leaked precum as Y/n toyed with his cock. Tears threaten to fall from Norman’s glossy eyes.
Suddenly a long moan falls from Norman’s mouth as his body trembled as he reaches a surprisingly orgasm. Norman came inside his boxers as he covered his mouth to muffle the noises.
Y/n gave Norman a surprised look before pulling off Norman’s now dirty boxers leaving him bare naked.
For a minute Y/n takes in the full sight of Norman and his whole. Y/n used some of the cum that was on his hand from earlier as lube as he circles his fingers around Norman’s hole.
Y/n slowly moves a finger inside Norman, but Norman doesn’t even realize since his mind is all fuzzy from his intense orgasm. Y/n takes the opportunity to finger Norman curving his fingers inside of Norman searching for his prostate.
Norman’s body felt weak as he moaned endlessly. Y/n adds another finger inside of him letting him get comfortable first before moving.
The black haired male breathes heavy as Y/n fingers starts to move again. Y/n’s fingers spread Norman scissoring him open. Norman didn’t know what to do or even to think.
After a few more minutes Y/n takes his fingers out and pulls down his underwear before putting both of his hands on Norman’s thighs raising them up.
Norman shyly looked down to see why Y/n pulled his fingers out.
“W-why did yo—“ Norman cuts himself off as a loud gasp escapes his lips. Norman stares at Y/n’s hard cock lining to his hole.
“It’s n—-not gonna fit! I-I never done anything like this before!” Norman blurts out with a stutter as the head of Y/n’s cock rubs against his hole.
Y/n ignores his words as he slowly moves inside gripping on the inside of Norman’s thighs as he moves. Norman moaned and whimper uncomfortably as he not used to something being inside him that way let alone a dick.
Moving deeper and deeper Y/n slowly thrust his cock inside him.
In one motion Y/n thrust deeply inside Norman moving his full cock inside him. Norman covered his mouth as a loud muffled moan escapes his lips.
Y/n pulls out just to thrust his full cock back inside of Norman.
Norman’s eyes begin to water as Y/n pulls out and thrust his cock back inside repeatedly.
Soon enough Norman’s moans went from uncomfortable to pleasure real quick. Norman moaned loudly as Y/n slowly fucked him.
Suddenly Y/n’s slow pace quickly turned fast and rough. Y/n drilled his cock deep inside Norman’s hole abusing it.
Norman’s hands flared around searching for anything that he could hold onto. His hands found the sheets below them a gripped onto them for support. Y/n’s cock rammed in and out of Norman’s hole using him as if he was a toy.
Y/n moved Norman’s legs onto his shoulders and right after he moved his hands to Norman’s hips fucking deep inside of him.
Norman’s face became wet as tears fall from his eyes and drool from his mouth that was hanged open.
“Please breed me! I beg you to give me your kids! Please sir I’ll do a-anything just me pregnant please!” Norman begs out.
Y/n’s cock made Norman overstimulated and dumb as he moaned out words that didn’t form correctly.
The head of Y/n’s cock grazing Norman’s prostate with every thrust causing the man under him to moan and gasp uncontrollably.
The sounds of the bed creaking and the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly and skin slapping against each other made the room loud and if any people were outside they could have heard everything that was going on.
“Sir! Oh~ my god please s-slow down!” Norman moaned out finally his sentence forming.
Y/n looks down at him with a evil smirk. Doing the complete opposite Y/n moves even faster with his cock hitting Norman’s prostate with every thrust.
The knot in Norman’s stomach tightens as his cock twitches as of it was gonna explode.
Y/n grips on Norman’s waist most likely bruising it. With loud moans Norman shoots his second load cumming all over his chest and stomach.
Norman’s body becomes even more sensitive as he orgasms. Y/n doesn’t stops his movements for even a second as he runts inside Norman searching for his own orgasm.
Y/n thrust faster as he hunts down his pleasure. Norman cried and moaned begging for Y/n to slow down, but the male doesn’t even change his rough fast pace.
“Can I cum inside you?” Y/n asks as he pounds deeply inside Norman.
“Y-yes! Please! Breed me! I want to have your kids please breed me!” Norman blurts out feeling his heart pound in his chest at the thought of having kids.
With every thrust Norman begged to become pregnant begging to have Y/n’s kids deep inside him.
Soon enough Y/n reached his orgasm cumming deep inside Norman painting his insides white. Y/n’s thrust started to slow down as he cums deep inside.
Norman felt like that he was in heaven feeling full of Y/n’s cum deep inside him. After they both calmed down from their highs Y/n pulled out laying down beside Norman.
“Are you alright?” Y/n asks using his hand to move strings of hair out of Norman’s face.
“Y-yes sir. I’m alright.” Norman stutters out completely out of breath.
Y/n moved his arm around Norman’s shoulders moving him close. Using his free hand Y/n opens the drawer of the night stand taking the box of cigarettes and a lighter.
Y/n takes a cigarette out wrapping his lips around it before putting the box back inside before taking the lighter and using it.
The hotel guest puts the lighter back where he found it and breathes in the smoke.
Norman looks up at Y/n in awe.
“Please don’t leave me!” Norman blurts out suddenly after realizing that he may never see Y/n again.
Y/n just stares at him as if Norman said the dumbest thing imaginable.
“I don’t plan on leaving you”
THE END
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ilovelosermen69 · 7 months
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My emotional attachment to fictional men that kill people is insane.
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dominantslasherking · 5 months
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Patrick Bateman with Dominant Male S/o
My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+
Backstory: Patrick had always mistaken his jealousy for you to be out of wanting what you want, to be like you, when it was in fact that Patrick was jealous because he couldn't be with you. Patrick wants to show you how much he wants you, by getting on his knees like a good boy. (BTW you're his boss) Warnings: Needy Patrick Bateman. Bratty Patrick Bateman. Submissive Patrick bateman
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"Mr. Bateman?"
His assistant's voice was drowned out by his raving thoughts, his still face urked something deeper on the inside. Patrick's breath halted as he watched you enter the meeting room. Patrick''s eyes fixated on you, the object of his all-consuming fixation, You, wearing a designer suit so exquisitely tailored. "The stitching was so fine that it could have been performed by angels, and the black silk tie, perfectly knotted, was a stark contrast to the snowy white dress shirt beneath. His cuffs peeked out just enough, revealing pristine, perfectly aligned links that seemed to shimmer in the ambient light."
Patrick's inner monologue continued to obsess over your suit and how it was tailor-made, and it made Patrick grit his teeth a bit that you one-upped him with your tailor-made, and currently-in-style suit.
Patrick was snapped out of his intense thinking as you greeted him, your large and veiny hand, taking in his own. "Pleasure, once again Mr Bateman." Your humble and husky voice rang. Patrick gave a fake smile. "Of course." You could tell that Patrick held back his greetings of praise was that jealousy written on his face? The business meeting continued on normally, Patrick always sparing you passing glances, a mixture of emotions displayed in his eyes.
<>><<>>><<>>><><><><><<<>> The next scene was at Dorsia, the place Patrick could never get into, but he was oh so shocked to receive an invitation from you of all people.
But Patrick was just happy he could get in, he wore a fake smile, his best suit, and a pretty woman at his side. Patrick's smile instantly fell when he saw you, with a breathtaking woman, more beautiful than the one at his side.
But it wasn't jealousy of the woman you had, it was something more, that Patrick couldn't place just yet.
"Don't worry, the meal is on me." You politely stated, as Patrick's intense gaze lifted up from the menu and onto you for a brief moment, a mutter under his breath, something incoherent, but, you could tell he was mocking you. Slowly you rested your face lightly on your knuckles amused by him, how come you have never noticed such a handsome yet bratty worker? Not only that but when the waiter came over, you saw a sinister grin place itself on Patrick's face as he smiled showing off his pearly teeth. "I think I'll indulge in the 'Golden Elixir of Ostentation,'" Patrick said purposely ordering the most expensive alcoholic beverage on the menu, he was clearly reveling in his choice. It seemed he was expecting you to protest in a sense, but you straightened up your posture a bit and gave a small nod. "Make that two bottles." "The bratty veneer I had carefully cultivated crumbled away. It was a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time - the desire to submit." Patrick had thought. His face fell into one of stillness and unease.
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Patrick opened his mouth, letting your fingers enter. Patrick's tongue rolled around, licking and slurping on your fingers, as he then began to suck, maintaining eye contact with you. On his knees, in your fancy penthouse is where the current setting was. Patrick was already stripped of most of his suit, his suit's jacket laying somewhere, Tie gone, his white dress shirt unbuttoned nearly fully, his hair a mess. "[Name].." Patrick's voice was muffled and breathless as he tried to speak with your fingers in his mouth, his eyes were a bit droopy with lust.
"In that instant, the power dynamics shifted, and I found myself navigating a treacherous new territory, craving his attention and approval more than ever before." --- Patrick Bateman.
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issdisgrace · 2 months
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Getting giddy over here for some slasher content.
So I had an idea of a gn or male reader who had really strong or sharp teeth? Like for example if a bottle cap isnt coming off theyll just unscrew it with their teeth or even pop it off! Like headcannons
Open for any slasher content your pick because i’m in for it regardless‼️ (Stu definitely. I think he a cutie.) (ALSO sfw or nsfw stuff i’ll take it.) LOVE YOUR WRITTINGS!
SLASHERS WITH AN S/O THAT HAS SHARP TEETH
WARNINGS: SFW and NSFW content below the cut so read at your own risk
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BO
Bo didn’t initially notice your teeth. But boy when he does they are his new favorite thing about you. He’s all over you. Making out constantly and adding in tongue so he can feel up your teeth a little less blatantly than sticking his fingers in your mouth and feeling them up.
Wants to do everything and anything that involves your teeth. Nip him with your teeth, bite him till the point he bleeds, drag out his pleasure with your teeth. Nothing, absolutely nothing is off the table with him.
MICHAEL
When Michael first saw your teeth and how sharp they were he did his signature held tilt. Then after this he quite literally shoved his fingers in your mouth and felt all up on your teeth. To say that he’s now OBSESSED with them is an understatement.
Has always had a thing for teeth but you have amplified it by 1000 percent. He likes to shove his hand into your mouth and feel your teeth while jerking himself off.
OTIS
Otis has seen some crazy stuff so your teeth don’t bother him and he doesn’t really think about them. However time to time he does hyper fixates on them and will shove his hands into you mouth so he can touch them and admire them.
Please please bite every inch of his body to the point that he’s covered head to toe in his own blood. And straight up if you do this he will ask you to marry him right on the spot.
PATRICK
Patrick loves your teeth. He always has and always will but he specially loves when you grin. It’s like a wolf who’s cornered its prey or like a cat with a canary in its mouth. And let me tell when he sees you grin it causes his heart skip a beat and gets him all hot and flushed.
He likes when you tease him with your teeth. Drag you teeth down his body. Bite him.
THOMAS
Thomas noticed your teeth when you first smiled at him. Your smile looked off to him and he was confused at first why at first. Sensing his confusion you quickly realized why and told him your teeth were sharp. He was like ok and went on with his day but he was curious about them.
Thomas WANTS to desperately know how your teeth would feel grazing his cock as you go down on him. But he’s too shy to ask you to blow him.
VINCENT
Vincent is utterly fascinated by your teeth. He wants to know when they got so sharp and how they got so scarp. This fascination blends into him drawing your so expect for your jaw to be sore from having it open so he can draw each and every one.
Vincent loves when you bite him to the point he bleeds because then he knows that he’s yours but also he loves the way your bite marks look on his skin.
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❝ Take my soul (need control) ❞
slashers dating slasher reader | erratic!slasher!male!reader | fluff, smut | graphic description of violence, brief mention of animal cruelty in Brahms H. section, mentions of nsfw things |
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Amanda Young | Brahms Heelshire | Corey Cunningham | OG!Michael Myers | RZ!Michael Myers | poly!Ghostface (Stu Macher, Billy Loomis) | Sinclair brothers
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as a preface, (Y/N) is implied to be erratic and unhinged as a slasher. their s/o's are the only ones who can calm them.
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Amanda Young (Saw) -
You didn't fit in her future.
At least, that's what Amanda's initials thoughts are when you two stared down each other from across the parking lot, panting as you held your weapons.
She's heard of you through the news. The infamous (slasher name), the monster that lurks in the shadows and savagely crushes anyone who had the misfortune of wounding up as their victim.
Your methods were unlike hers. Not calculated, not planned, not meticulous - completely erratic, like a hurricane.
But she needs the man that one of you has knocked out in your scuffle. While you? You just saw him walking past you while he was making his way to his car and decided he'd die tonight. She stiffens and reaches back for the gun she brings for emergencies as you straighten up but finds herself bewildered as you begin laughing maniacally.
"Have 'im, Ms Piggy" She sees your grip loosen on your weapon and her fingers uncurl from the handle of the gun. "Ya' clearly need 'im more than I do" and just like that, you're gone. The only thing she hears is her own breathing and her racing heartbeat.
Amanda is feverish about finding you. She reads everything she can and scours wannabe psychos and sociopaths' blogs dedicated to your crimes. (slasher name) becomes an obsession.
When you meet again, you find 'Miss Piggy' eyeing the interiors of your home. She's unsure of what she feels as she imagines you moving about the space but she smiles when you begin chuckling like a hyena and reach for the knife you had on you.
"I need your help, (Y/N)"
"Will it be fun?"
Amanda's smiling under her mask. She's seen your research of her work. The newspaper clippings, paint (or blood) of your theories on the wall (among other 'deranged' scribbles) you were familiar with her.
"Wouldn't have asked if it wasn't".
Fun was an understatement. You were a wildcard, someone that could cost her this entire game but the carnage you spread was so beautiful...she wasn't sure if any device or game she sets up could compare.
You two end up working with each other more and more. Your unpredictability makes the FBI tear their hairs out - you were, ironically, the balance she needed in her scales.
When you two confess to each other, you're soaked in someone else's blood. She approaches you from behind, watching your shoulders and chest rise and fall.
You lick the blood from your lips, your smile stretching over your cheeks looking almost uncomfortable.
Her eyes flick to your lips then up to your eyes.
"Come 'ere, Miss Piggy" she leans in and you meet her halfway.
Most would argue that you would be the worst guy to be in a relationship with.
They're wrong.
Amanda knows the ins and outs of your twisted heart because you bare it to her as it beats for her in your palm.
She doesn't take advantage of it. Tests it? Sure, just to feel more secure, but never to the point where you doubt her love for her.
Amanda thinks your ingenuity and creative mind is her favourite part of you (among other things).
You've jokingly told her she could split your skull open to get those ideas fresh - she giggles and you gather her in your arms.
Amanda leaves the window of your bathroom unlocked. Just for you. She knows you need to 'hunt' sometimes and doesn't discourage it (though she makes sure you know her targets so you don't end up killing them). When you crawl back home, you make sure to shower first before you shuffle back into bed.
She tends to your wounds, scolding you only if she knows you could've avoided it in the first place. "More fun that way, 'Manda" she huffs "So you'd leave me forever just for more fun?"
She knows you're pretty screwed up in that brain box of yours, she's not above manipulating you to bend to her whims but she only ever does it out of love, (Y/N)!
She's highly protective of you. She'll ensure your identity is safe if there are any loose ends during your 'hunts'.
She can't lose you. You can't lose her. Both of you are monsters. Both of you belong together - can't live without the other.
If a victim manages to get an upper hand on either of you God help them.
The second one of you is in danger, the other only sees red.
You've literally taken several bullets for Amanda.
She was so gentle with you that night. Her kisses silent apologies. Seeing her cry as she looks down at you makes you move to sit - despite the pain and her protests. Her breath hitched as your tongue slithers in, Amanda's lips warmed by yours.
"You're hurt, (Y/N)" "Don't care, need you"
"You're hurt because of me!" her yell makes you tilt your head "I should've been more careful!" she continues.
"I want you, Amanda" you whine, cupping her weeping face in your hands. "I'll want you even if you hurt me, even if it kills me. Don't say no to me, Piggy?"
The nickname wins her over.
By the way, she calls you Froggy or Kermit (Kermy too!). It's cute.
(She buys green and pink items because they remind her of the two of you and you've gifted her two hearts that you'd cut in half, coloured pink and green and sowed together. She placed the gift on the desk she works on, it's displayed in a dome glass case and she fights back a smile every time she lays eyes on it)
The satisfaction she gets when victims scream as they spot you in the same room as them. Just so fucking proud of her killing machine.
When you go overboard, if the emotions get too overwhelming for you and you only think of how to get rid of the pain - Amanda grips the nape of your neck and pushes you onto your knees.
You bow because it's her. You breathe because it's her.
"(slasher name)" Your eye twitches, gaze still floating around the room but she knows she has your attention.
"You all there, Kermy?"
"I'm right here, Piggy".
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Brahms Heelshire (The Boy) -
Initially, you'd taken the babysitting job as a cover to lay low. Things were getting heated in (insert wherever you're from) and this secluded manor was perfect.
The sight of the doll didn't make you falter. Hey, you got a few screws loose yourself so you didn't judge the Heelshires for how they cope.
Brahms was intrigued by you from the second he laid his eyes on you. The way you instantly gathered the doll in your arms without an ounce of judgement makes butterflies flutter.
He is elated to know that there's a chance you won't freak out if you see him.
He quickly finds out you're not exactly the Average Joe.
You brought the rat traps inside, he inches closer to the hole in the wall when you suddenly froze. The rat squeaks furiously and your non-dominant hand idly reaches for the drawers. Brahms did not expect you to pull out a meat tenderizer.
There's a mix of emotions in the boy as he skitters to his room. He laid awake that night, a part of him wondering if you were just like him and the other feeling guilt at the excitement.
His parents tried their best to nurture him into a decent man. Even if it didn't work, their voices still linger in his head but when he sees the tender way you cradle the porcelain extension of himself the next morning? Your voice sickly sweet, lips pressing into the cold temple of the doll?
Brahms craves you.
Malcolm, poor, stupid, Malcolm.
Brahms wasn't the only one that wanted him gone. The only reason you reciprocated his advances was to fulfil a different type of lust.
(Malcolm wasn't your type anyways.)
Brahms's nails nearly break as he digs them in the wood of the walls, breath labouring as anger consumes him. Malcolm was on top of you, unworthy hands gripping at you like you were some common whore.
He's moved from behind the walls to the closet when you're on top of him. The grip of the 'missing' meat tenderizer was so tight his hand was trembling.
Malcolm yells in pain and Brahm pauses as he watches you laugh in pure delight as you dig your thumbs inside Malcolm's eye sockets.
You turn to him, smile still etched on your features and Brahms gulps as you bring your thumb to your mouth to suck the blood and gore clean.
"Cute mask"
The kitchen utensil drops with a comical 'THUD!' while you two stare at each other.
Your relationship falls into a steady, domestic, pace much quicker than both of you anticipated. How could they not? The secluded land was beautiful when the weather wasn't so dreary. Even if it was, the grand fireplaces were extremely nice to cosy up next to. It's hard NOT to fall deeper and deeper into each other when everything was so romantic.
Malcolm's death was covered up thanks to the wild animals on the land. Brahms watches from the window as you whistle, beckoning the scavengers as you spread a few of Malcolm's innards around.
You tell him everything about your kills. Effectively burying his parent's voice in his head as you sink him deeper and deeper into your hell.
"You're beautiful just like this, Brahmsy" he pants from beneath the mask and you place a kiss on those cold lips. "They won't understand like I do, we're meant to be like this so we can find each other" his pupils are so blown out as he stares up at you.
"You're my good boy, Brahms, forever and always. Okay?"
"Okay, (Y/N)". Your smile was sculpted by the king of hell himself and Brahm's eyes roll back as you move your hips.
Brahms feels vindicated and free. For once, guilt doesn't whisper accusingly in his shadow. Instead, there's you.
Your routines overlap his. Your hands pull him from the darkness. Your voice haunts him every second of every day.
The bodies pile up in the woods. The rats are scarce with the sudden spike of scavengers drawn to the Heelshire manor.
You love spoiling him with victims, love watching him release his creativity and curiosity. He's so good with his hands and all that raw strength? It's not an odd sight for you to make love in the showers after 'play time' was done.
He loves helping you freak the shit out of your victims, pretending to be the ghost in the walls and making them so paranoid they think they've gone crazy.
When they're dealt with, Brahms often makes snacks for the both of you.
Oh! He makes a mask for you. To show his love and for you to wear when you need it.
He doesn't like that you leave the manor. It causes BIG arguments. Vintage vases flying to the wall kind of arguments. But you were a bloodthirsty hound, you needed to stretch your legs.
He'll be sullen but he gets over it. This routine annoys the shit out of both of you though but over time, he learns you need it just as much as he needs his quiet times.
He welcomes you when you get home, lifting his mask to kiss you and you giggle as your hands slide up his wifebeater.
"Miss me, big boy?"
"Always" he pouts.
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Corey Cunningham (Halloween Ends) -
Corey knew before you did.
You were just like him. The darkness spills from your eyes as you tell him how the front of your car got wrecked.
"A deer scared you?" he wipes his hands on the front of his uniform, turning to you as you nod and stroke the large dents and scratches on your hood. "Swerved into the woods, didn't hit a tree head-on - Thank God, right?" Corey nods.
He pretends not to see the splatter of blood and hoses down the hair and chunks of flesh from your tires.
Guessed you missed a spot, hm?
He's good at being undetected. People...people avoid him nowadays.
You don't have to ask around much to learn about the cute, outcasted, mechanic's past. You find it all a bit pathetic. These people were really that terrified of him over what sounded like an honest mistake?
Corey wonders why you've gone to Allen's family's abandoned house during his nightly routine of stalking you.
He watches you from the windows, knife in hand though with no real intent of using it...on you anyways. Blood had already stained the blade.
You pause at the sight of dried blood and gaze up the spiralling staircase. Much to his chagrin, you lay down and place your head right on the bloodstain.
Your laughter makes blood pool under the skin of his cheeks. Your hands splay out to your side and you're laughing so hard your sides hurt, Corey finds himself pressing a hand to the window and wishes he was right beside you.
The next day, Corey's parked right out of the supermarket just as you come out. He grins boyishly and you ask if he needs anything. He holds himself back from saying "you" and instead asks if you're free tonight.
You don't expect him to be so forward but you're intrigued. So you ask if he'll be the one to pick you up (considering your car is still in his garage) and Corey pretends to be interested as you write down your address as he imprints the sight of your semi-focused expression. He already knows where you live but you don't have to worry about that, (Y/N).
The night was perfect from the get-go. Your warmth pressed against his back as he drove the two of you to a bar that was further away than usual but was the only one he could go to without people whispering — you don't mind.
Then drinks got involved and suddenly you're dancing with him, some shitty pop song playing over shitty speakers but neither of you cared.
Then reality came crashing in. Someone had loudly — drunkenly — mentioned Corey's past. Everyone gives him looks and although he could care less he pretends to by pulling you out of the bar.
"Corey, wait" he's too drunk to drive and his hands are itching to feel blood so he pauses as you chuckle the command out. "Stay here, baby" The nickname makes his heart flutter and he nods as he leans against his bike. When you disappear back into the bar — probably left something, he thought — he curses and tries his hardest not to storm in and strangle the life out of that asshole who ruined his date and the closest bar he could go to without reproachful glares.
He contemplates the thought of moving away from Haddonfield with you when his phone rings. It's you. For a second, he thinks you're in trouble but when he answers you're breathless pants of glee tells him otherwise.
"Come to the back, Corey".
The sight that greets him is the asshole with a bleeding mouth and a broken nose. The burst veins in his eyes and the wooden plank that you held loosely in your arm paint a clear picture.
"Night's still young, baby" you muse as you make a faux swing that makes the man whimper from where he was sprawled on the ground. "I know you wanna" Your purr makes Corey shudder.
The Cheshire grin on your face is absolutely maniacal as Corey sheds his jacket and pulls out the pocket knife he kept in his back pocket.
The same one you'd felt against your thighs when you were riding his bike.
Haddonfield was lucky the two of you decided to spread your chaos elsewhere because the two of you were insatiable.
The fact that neither of you stayed in one city for too long also didn't help. You were basically doing an American-wide murder spree.
And Corey would not have it any other way.
You were just like him — wilder, sure, but you understood him in ways no one else had ever done.
"Fuck, baby" Corey has you on the bed of some engineer whose blood was currently being used as lube. The man's body was somewhere in the room but Corey barely gave a shit when you're looking down at him with that toothy grin that makes your eyes twinkle with bloodlust. "Mm, you feel so fuckin' good, Corey".
Somehow you two decide to settle down in a quiet town. Corey going under a different name as he works at a garage. Everybody around you thinks you guys are the sweetest couple — cooing at how young you are and sighing about young love.
They don't know that your weekend trips are spent with blood, guts, and sex. Two maniacs completely enamoured with one another.
"Baby, look" Corey eyes the silver band on your finger. Then the other one is on your palm as you extend it to him. You drop the chopped-off hand of the man the both of you had just killed and inched closer and closer.
"Pretty, hm?" he nods "Till death do us part" At that, he scoffs and pulls you in closer.
"Not even Death can keep us apart, (Y/N) (L/N)" he brushes the tip of your noses together and plants a bloody kiss but your giggle cuts it short.
"Don't you mean, (Y/N) Cunningham-(L/N)?" Corey's grin is nothing short of loving and he claims your lips again.
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OG!Michael Myers (Halloween (1978 - 1982)) -
To be completely honest, the way you two met was a blur. Before you met Michael Myers your life had little to no meaning.
When he decided to break into your family home one night, he jump-starts everything. He had you pinned on the dining table, his mask already coated with the blood of your kin. Your feeble attempts at escaping his inhumanely strong grip leave you gasping for breath and you're sure that the building pressure in your head isn't a good sign.
But when you stare into Michael's eyes a sudden force tugs your lips apart into a bloody smile. Your laughter is nothing but strained gasps and squeaks and it makes Michael's grip falter enough for you to finally grasp the make-shift stake beside you (from the chair he'd thrown your way) and drive it into his shoulder.
Michael staggers and without missing a beat, you're lunging at him again. No fear, no hesitation, and frankly, no thoughts behind such a brash action.
The force of your body slamming into him throws his momentum off but he feels something in his chest suddenly beat as your shrill laughter fills his ears.
You, with your wild hair and wilder eyes...
Michael craved you.
He knocks you out.
Then, he watches you. From your recovery in the hospital to the 'safehouse' you were placed in. The detectives thought this could be their chance — to finally catch Michael Myers as he 'finishes you off'.
Michael knows you're done with your kill just from the shift in the air. He enters the safehouse and stares at the splatters of blood and bullet holes in the drywall. He follows the sounds of your laughter and finds you in the dining room in a familiar pose.
You have the detective pinned under you, fingers crushing his larynx as he weakly fights back against you. Michael waits politely, when you're done he moves to the back door and you wordlessly follow.
Eating rats was new but strangely enough the act of catching them was a great bonding activity. Your jokes about meeting the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles — and eating them — fly over Michael's head but his amused silence tells you he doesn't mind your babbles.
He learns fairly quickly that, unlike his silent, effortlessly, intimidating self, you're erratic, loud and pumped with energy when you're hunting.
He doesn't dislike it but it takes some getting used to.
You don't always go on hunts together but when you do he appreciates your gore-y creativity.
The Shape of Haddonfield now has Hellhound by his side — isn't that a cute nickname for yourself, (Y/N)?
While victims shit themselves at the sight of Michael, his stony demeanour is what makes him all the more Boogeyman-worthy. He feels inhuman. That both terrifies and comforts some — but you?
You're entirely too human. Your glee, your rambles as you stab your victims, you're laughter full of excitement.
"Mikey" he glances your way as your fingers stroke up the neck of his mask. Here you were, sprawled all over Michael Myer's lap like a goddamn kitten. You lean up and kiss his rubbery lips, he hums as your tongue licks his mask and pushes you back just enough to lift his mask above his nose.
"Thank you, Mikey" you chuckle, letting him taste the romantic spaghetti dinner you two had helped yourselves to after murdering the old couple.
Their home was isolated enough, that both of you could enjoy living above ground for a few days.
"You taste so good, Mikey" The grip on your waist makes that addictively sweet laughter bubble in your throat.
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RZ!Michael Myers (Halloween (2007 - 2009))-
You were the only good thing in his god-forsaken life.
The mental institution had made a big mistake in housing two monsters — especially when those monsters were always so drawn towards each other.
No matter what punishments they inflicted on either of you for sharing glances. It did little to stop this undeniable, instinctual, need to be close to one another.
Initially, the doctors had thought Michael's curiosity was a good sign. A sign that he was showing interest in making friends. Even if you were less than ideal in terms of 'fixing' him considering your own streak of homicide (that landed you in this shithole in the first place) but they were desperate.
So, they allowed controlled meetings. Michael's stare terrified others but you seemed to thrive under his attention.
Guards had reached out to pull you back as you climbed the table and got right up in Michael's face but he is as still as a statue as you carefully brush his long locks of blonde hair back.
"There you are, pretty boy" and with those words and your eyes that reflect back his darkened soul right back at him — Michael is smitten.
When he escapes, he finds you.
When he enacts his revenge, you're the shadow that devours any sacrificial lambs that managed to stray from his grasp.
Oh, he's all yours.
Michael swears that if you're not near him the air feels thinner.
He relishes in the way you mercilessly slaughter anyone in your way — he doesn't ask why you kill but knows that whatever the answer he'll support his batshit insane boyfriend.
"Is this for me?" he nods, showing you the new mask he'd created. You smile warmly, sitting across from him as you carefully place the mask on your face.
"How do I look, pretty boy?"
He places his large hand on your thighs and begins tapping. You encourage him with careful strokes to his bicep.
.--. .-. . - - -.--
Your grin makes his heart flutter. "Thank you, baby" and you reward your darling lover with a kiss which makes him grunt at the mask that blocks him from properly kissing you.
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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher (Scream (1996)) -
They had an inkling you were just like them.
Billy says it's the way your eyes become devoid of any light when you're angry. While Stu tells you it's the way you lick the blood from your split lip and smile as you lunge at the opposing team's captain.
(Y/N) (L/N), an athlete of their school.
Meanwhile, to his boyfriends, he's an absolutely merciless murderer.
Everyone sort of avoids you. Even your coach rarely gets in your face to yell at you the way he does at everyone else. It baffles people that Billy and Stu are your lovers.
For them though? It's the perfect match.
You're not Ghostface, however, (slasher name) is always spotted with Ghostface.
A maniac with brute strength that takes hits and stabs and even bullets without going down.
Those who did live to tell the tale of an encounter with (slasher name) and Ghostface mutter that hurting Ghostface? Was a big fucking mistake if (slasher name) is there to witness it.
You're the kind of guy to body slam someone out a second-storey window and just walk it off while the victim who cushioned your fall is wheezing their last breath.
Billy reprimands your unnecessary displays of brutality while Stu simply gushes about how cool it was. They both tend to your wounds, kissing and massaging anything that hurts.
Ghostface is equally as protective of you, make no mistake, even if they're not throwing a chair at a victim they will ensure you don't actually get yourself killed in your bloodlust.
Stu has pulled a gun and shot someone in the face when they threatened to do the same to you.
Billy rushes to the two of you upon hearing gunshots but groans in relief as he sees you making out with Stu mere inches away from the body.
"Hey! Earth to perverts! Time to scram!" Billy is pulled into the make-out session by you and he all but melts under your hold.
"Want you. Now" Stu laughs at your huffy tone but eagerly circles his hands around your waist while you pull Billy closer to your front.
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Beauregard 'Bo' Sinclair (House of Wax) -
A new victim of Ambrose? That's what you are, right?
Wrong.
You'd been a solo traveller that coincidentally got grouped up with another group of travellers. You seemed normal enough, Bo thinks as he spots you making your way to his garage.
Cute and handsome, a darn shame you'd have to die but at least Vincent will immortalize your beauty.
He notices that you're not close with the others. When he asks, you explain your vehicles had broken down near each other so Lester rounded up all of you together.
You lean on the hood of the car he was clearly working on, jutting your hips and looking impressed. He shamelessly takes in the curve of your butt before putting on a charming Southern smile when you glance back at him.
"Good with your hands, hm?" Bo feels blood travel south but he just chuckles. The conversation is cut short by the others clearing their throats.
When he kills the group one by one, he immediately notices that you seem excited at the violence he spreads. You don't scream or yelp but you're helping him.
At first, he thinks you're just saving your ass from getting sliced down when you push someone in front of you. But while the others run, you're moaning as he's thrusting the blade repeatedly into the man's body.
He pants as you two make eye contact, gulping he pulls the blade out and offers it to you.
"Fuckin' finally" you coo, pressing a bloody kiss on his cheek before you slip to hunt the others down.
His brothers are definitely confused by his decision to let you stay as a real residence of Ambrose but after another group rolls in you prove your worth to them.
Between heated moments under the sheets and lip-locking with Bo, you confess that the reason you ended up at Ambrose was that the police were hot on your tail.
"It's fate," you say as you trace circles on his chest. "We were meant to meet, to be family" he would usually scoff at such a notion but the way you fit into his deranged life so easily...
"It's something", he gruffs out, watching as you take the lighter from his hand to light the cigarette between his lips. "Whatever it is, it brought you to me so"
"Aww, Bo, you gettin' sappy on me?" your teasing makes him threaten to shove the cigarette in your mouth but you just laugh it off.
"Love ya', Bo" he averts his eyes but mumbles.
"Love you too..."
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Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax) -
Instead of catching Bo's eyes, it's Vincent's heart that you grasp.
A solo traveller that somehow got roped in with another group, a victim of circumstance is what Vincent would have called you.
But instead, you've ruthlessly wormed your way inside his heart.
While the others ran like headless chickens when Bo started killing, you were dragged by another girl to hide in the Sinclairs' house. Stupid move on her end really, but you were curious about their headquarters of sorts. So you follow, breathing raggedly to sell this whole 'helpless victim' façade.
You find the basement. Despite the chills that run down your spine from the scent of death (and wax) you convince her it'd be a good place to hide.
Vincent hears her as she shakily steps into his lair. He thinks she's the only one but finds it odd that she looks desperately over his shoulder as he slices her head off with a pair of garden shears.
Until he feels a blade pressed right at the base of his spine.
"You're pretty strong" Your eyes twinkle from the corner of his and he goes rigid as you dig the tip of the blade deeper. You reach to brush locks of his hair behind his ear, a growl raises from his throat but you shush him.
Your lips brush on the shell of his ear.
"I'll bring more of them here, I want to watch while you turn them into pieces of art".
Bo is feeling an inkling of worry at the sudden lack of victims. He rushes to see if they've decided to overwhelm Vincent and finds you swinging your feet while Vincent is organizing the bodies of the group.
Bo is distrustful. He thinks you've seduced his twin and while that is true, you've no bad intentions like he thinks you do.
Vincent is painfully awkward compared to your nonchalant energy. But it works, the two of you just work.
He scolds you when you get new wounds from the victims fighting back but it's a bit hypocritical when he does the same.
Though he prefers wax figures, he did dabble in oil paints again as he attempts to recreate the scene he sees of you demolishing victims.
A watcher, a stalker; an artist.
Vincent usually stays in the basement but ever since you came? When the hunt is on, he's watching you. Imprinting the image of your body shaking with muffled laughter as you pull your jaws away from the bleeding neck of a victim, spitting out their vocal cords with a satisfied hum.
"Vinnie" your coo makes him flinch but he walks out from the shadows as you beckon him with your hand. Your boyfriend stands in front of you, reaching to wipe some blood away from your cheek but really the only thing he does is move it around.
"Was that pretty, Vinnie?" he huffs through his nose and lifts your chin up so you stain his waxy lips with warm blood.
He pulls away to sign, 'Always beautifull'.
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Lester Sinclair (House of Wax) -
You rode with him on the way to Ambrose.
He's taken by your looks and feels a sense of pity and regrets that you'd be dead soon. Especially since you were the only one among the others that weren't a complete asshole to him.
"Ambrose, huh" he nods, tapping his steering wheel as his eyes flit between the road and you. "Must be pretty secluded, haven't even heard of it", he laughs and tells you it's because you aren't from around here.
"See ya'" he waves at you but you scan him from head to toe in a way that's not scrutinizing but lustful. He feels his cheeks warm, you nod to him as a goodbye before you turn to walk into the death trap that is Ambrose.
He's surprised to find you covered in blood and right outside his shack later that night. Jonesy growls near his heel but you were just sitting there on his porch, casually testing the weight of the hilt of a hatchet in your hands.
"Your brothers should use you more than a glorified Ferryman" he is confused but tense. His muscles are rigid like a snake coiling to bite.
Blood drips from the ends of your hair and nose, you place the hatchet down and crouch, beckoning Jonesy' with a sweet baby voice that has the poor pup confused between staying by Lester's side or sniffing you.
"I like Ambrose," you tell him, your eyes squished into an adorable crescent shape.
"Can I stay, Lester?"
His brothers aren't aware of you until at least a week. They were extremely distrustful of you, their baby brother was someone that they did not want to be harmed. Hence why he stays out of the nitty-gritty of it all.
When you show that you're just as protective of Lester, they approve of your relationship. Not that you would let their approval get in the way of your love for him anyways.
Your boyfriend has to get used to your sudden disappearances and reappearances.
And he has to learn how to stitch you up as well. He doesn't scold you though reminds you to be more careful but drinks up your stories of the victims being crushed under your foot.
Whoever manages to stray far enough from Ambrose to find Lester's shack will find themselves in an entirely different but just as torturous hell.
Jonesy enjoys the raw feed though.
"I gotta go" Lester laughs as you whine and drag him back to your side. "I gotta check if anyone's 'lost'" he reminds but you stubbornly shake your head.
"Can't leave me, I'm hurt and defenceless"
Yeah, Lester's seen you shove the end of a rake down someone's throat with a broken arm and a concussion all while laughing. You could protect yourself with the scrapes and boo-boos from the night before just fine.
Feeling yourself lose this battle, you press a kiss to the nape of his neck as he sits and it makes his breath hitch.
Your hands circle his waist and his head hangs low as you slip your fingers down the band of his underwear.
"Stay" you plead.
"Jesus H. Christ" he turns and you grin triumphantly as he kisses you.
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Slashers x male!reader
Requested by anonymous: “Billy lenz, Stu Macher, Billy loomis (+whoeer else you want) first time with m!reader?????No pressure thank you in advance <33”
Summary: Slashers firsts time with the reader.
(A/n: I’m sick and it’s sucks :))
Warning: smut, overstimulation, cumming untouched, dacryphilia, cumming dry.
Characters (in order of appearance): Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Brahms Heelshire, Herbert West.
Billy, in spite of his vulgar and lewd words, was a virgin. There’s not many opportunities for sex when you’ve been hiding in a attic for your entire life. Despite his lack of experience he can go for hours. Probably due to how much he jerks off- you were almost surprised at how long he held out- round after round, cumming on his own chest over and over again until he physically couldn’t anymore. Once he finally came dry, you knew it was time to stop, even though he wanted to keep going. He felt the effects of it the next morning. Feeling a bit lightheaded whenever he stood on his overly sore legs, whimpering whenever he sat down. He clung to you for a few days after, for safety reasons.
With Stu, it’s definitely not his first time having sex. Man’s a hoe. He’s been with many people, he’s topped and bottomed, he’s done it with complete strangers. Stu has been around the block, okay. But it was different with you, because you were actually dating and he actually loved you. That being said, he nearly lost his mind the first time you fucked. He’s been with many people, but none had him biting down on his pillow, cumming untouched with tears running down his face the way you did. Despite being a sobbing, overstimulated mess, he constantly begged for more. When you're done and you’re taking care of him afterwards he’s going to go be a little out of it, a dopey smile on his face as you tried to get him to drink some water.
Another hoe, just like his best friend, Billy has been with many people, but before you he's only ever topped, because he's a stubborn bastard who'll never admit what he wants. And what he wants is to be topped. Even if it takes many, many weeks for him to admit that. When he finally does, he's a natural. Truly and honestly. From his experience as a top, he knows which positions will feel good for you and even better for him. Definitely, the type to shoo you away after. He does want to be comforted and held but he won't let you do it because he's a fucking masochist.
A surprise to no one, Brahms is a virgin. Again, there aren’t many opportunities for sex when living in the walls of your parents house. He’s nervous, but his excitement overrides it. I’ve said this before, he’s touch starved, overly sensitive, and quite loud. All things that became obvious during his first time. His thighs twitched and tried to slam shut around your waist, clawing at your back as he let out a long moan. You’d hardly even done anything yet, just barely pushing inside him and he was already panting and whimpering. He doesn’t really know what sex is supposed to feel like so he keeps asking you to try different paces and positions with him. He ended up cumming before you, and he wanted to hold out until you finished but it quickly became too much and he had to tap out. He felt a little guilty about it but you reassured him that it was okay, he was able to enjoy that post-sex feeling a little more after that.
Herbert isn’t a virgin. He’s had sex before, but only as a form of manipulation. It’s fucked up but honestly you found it kinda cute. He’s never had sex for pleasures sake, so you decided to give him as much pleasure as he could handle. It happened in his lab, bent over the only clear surface. In a weird way, he's kinda used to sex. Well, normal, primarily straight, 10-20 minute quickies. So going into having sex with you he expected it to be just as dissmisable as the other times had been. But it wasn't, it was passionate, and loving, and probably rougher than it should have been. But above all else it was good. Something Herbert hadn't thought about sex…ever. In the end he's laying on the table, trying to think of something slick to say, but nothing comes to mind. The two of you do eventually have to sneak upstairs, but not before Dan makes a comment from his room about the noise.
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