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I literally love your writing! I'm too embarrassed to ask this... But could you do a headcanon about how Brahms would react to anal sex?
trying anal sex for the first time ; b. heelshire hcs
thank you for the kind words and the request, anon
reader insert is assumed as being gender neutral
this only includes brahms giving anal sex but if you’d like to see a scenario wherein he’s receiving it, please feel free to reach out and i’ll write a follow-up
note : i haven’t written for brahms in a while so characterisation might be a smidge shaky in some parts of this piece
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brahms heelshire is, if nothing else, a complete pervert who is obsessed with everything to do with sex, sexuality, nudity and pleasure as it pertains to you as his partner — to the extent that he’d gladly spend whole days at a time in bed with you experimenting with every position, kink, and act mentioned in the erotic novels and suggestive magazines he’s accrued over the years if only you’d give him the chance
any and every time one of you learns about or suggests anything new to try in the bedroom (whether that’s something you’ve been itching to introduce for a while, or something that you saw in an erotic magazine earlier that same day), brahms will practically jump at the opportunity — arguably he takes easier to new kinks than he does to any other shift in his routine, making sex a very useful bargaining chip in your relationship whenever your boyfriend is acting like a brat
all that to say, he’s incredibly eager — over the moon, even — to finally try out anal sex with you the moment you suggest it to him
(he’d wanted to try it out since even before the two of you were a thing, back when his knowledge of your body was limited to his spying through holes in the wall and his crudely constructed sex doll of you, and he’d been suggesting it — subtly, not so subtly, and through half-sobbed begging at one point when you were jerking him off — for as long as the two of you had been intimate, but nothing came of it until you finally gave the go ahead, which he was as thrilled about as one might expect)
when it comes to all of the prep he gets extremely huffy and impatient — of course he understands that it’s the safest thing to do and all of this is a necessary evil, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be bratty and short with you the longer you make him wait — so just ignore him as best you can whilst you figure out which lubricant works best for you and go about other sorts of preparation for the act
… then again, if you’re really desperate for some peace and quiet a blowjob is going to be the quickest way to get your pouty boyfriend to shut up and keep to himself for a little while
or you could offer to let him help you prep yourself for the act, playing on his enthusiasm and endless horniness towards you to get what you want — just make sure to keep your voice stern and your demeanour calm because if you don’t maintain that air of authority with brahms then he’s just going to keep on pushing your buttons and throwing tantrums until he gets what he wants or you punish him appropriately
if you’re straightforward enough and don’t give in to all of his begging and huffing and puffing, then you’ll find that brahms can be extremely obedient and thorough when helping to prep you
he does a good job of slathering his hands with the lubricant you bought, before beginning to tenderly massage his way into your ass — starting off with one long, thick finger, and then two, and finally three to slowly stretch you out and ensure that you’re as ready as possible for what was to come
all the while panting and staring — wide-eyed, mouth agape and drooling beneath his mask, with his cock throbbing and hard beneath his stained sweatpants — at your exposed hole as he practically trembles with anticipation (only barely able to restrain himself enough not to pounce on you and pound into that tantalisingly taboo entrance until both of you were seeing stars and his cum was leaking out of your ass)
until finally, finally, you’re comfortable with moving forwards with things and brahms damn near trips over himself in his hurry to pull his pants down and push his straining, neglected cock into your ass — so desperate that you have to talk him into being slower with you using an authoritative tone just to have a chance of not being in pain for the next however many minutes
which, thankfully, works and after some pouting and pleading your boyfriend gives into your demands and manages to resist his urge to fuck you stupid without restraint — just barely, but still he managed and you were all the more thankful for it as even the slow, gradual, push and stretch of your ass, despite all of the prepping and massaging and fingering, was uncomfortable to make you wince and squirm beneath him
you can see — feel, even — his whole body trembling on top of you as he struggled to stay still, desperate as ever to be your ‘good boy’ and get his reward and yet so very close to crumbling and losing his composure entirely now that he was buried inside of you (if you weren’t keenly aware of how messy and rough brahms could truly be, you might have just begged him to let go and do whatever he wished, but by now you knew better and remained silent as you tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you as he finally bottomed out)
as you take a few moments to get used to the stretch you take it all in: the contrast of the coolness of his mask against your cheek and the heat of his breath as he pants and grunts and whimpers against your ear; the roughness of his large palm as he used one of his hands to grasp at your hip, halfheartedly manoeuvring you into a position that gave him the best angle possible as he remained still inside of you; the throbbing of his erect dick inside of your ass as the initial dull ache of the stretch faded into something toeing the line between a strange nothingness and a faint, lingering pleasure
that was when you gave him the go ahead; first simply nodding, and then, upon feeling his hesitation, verbally and clearly in a tone between amusement and authority — giving him no room to doubt you whilst also allowing the (truly at that point unnecessary) space for him to back out
but, of course, brahms didn’t back out… quite the opposite in fact
fucking into you with a ferocity and desperation that felt almost animalistic — enough to send you flying across the bed had it not been for his body caging you in as he groaned, and grunted, and pleaded, and praised you in that deep voice of his that never failed to send a pleasant shiver up your spine
so very rough with you that by the end you were left even more of a mess than he was: hair all out of place, ass filled with cum, skin covered in sweat, neck and chest and shoulders bitten raw, whole body aching, voice hoarse, and cheeks wet with tears of overstimulation — whilst brahms was already begging for ‘just one more round’
wasn’t he a good boy for you? didn’t he make you feel good? don’t good boys deserve rewards? you said they do… and he was really good…
so won’t you just let him go again?
you don’t even need to stay awake for him, he can be gentle… he promises he’ll try his best to be, anyway
… good luck ever getting him to shut up about fucking your ass after this, because that’s just become his most favourite thing in the world and we all know that brahms can be remarkably stubborn when it comes to getting what he wants
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hey:D ‼️ slashers x a femme bimbo reader? i would love michael, tommy, vincent+ bo, and jennifer? (whoever else u choose is fine) please and thank you!
Bimbo S/O Headcanons | Multiple Slashers (18+)
thank you for requesting, anon!
reader is assumed as being female and a bimbo
there’s no sex described, but there’s a lot of sexual talk around the reader, hence the smut tag
this includes : billy lenz, brahms heelshire, carrie white, jennifer check, michael myers, the sinclair twins & thomas hewitt
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billy lenz
billy is a pervert by nature and would have sexualised you irrespective of how you acted or what you wore (when there’s a will, there’s a way and all of that)
but you being a bimbo made it all so much easier and so much more enjoyable for the unknown voyeur
it seemed like everything you did have him an erection as he stared at you through cracks in the ceiling and walls and doors
how your short pink skirt would ride up and show your pretty panties whenever you bent over or sat down
how your tight white shirt did little to hide your breasts or the fact that you’d opted to go braless
the way you frequently stumbled and tripped in those pink heels — exposing your ass to him more often than even he could have wished for
all of that was enough of a dream come true, but the moment you picked up the phone and he got a true exposure to your delightfully ditzy and naively trusting persona this man was a goner
you were his dream-girl through-and-through
his pretty piggy who’s only good at taking billy’s thick cock into her dumb holes
his bimbo that has no chance of escaping him or his lewd calls and comments
of course you were his the moment you stepped foot in his house, but you continuously exposing yourself for him (as he perceived it, anyway) just gave him the go ahead to claim you entirely
and you’d best believe that he’ll want you dressing as sluttily as possible at all times
bo sinclair
although he tends to present himself as the perfect southern gentleman at first glance, bo is a verifiable pervert with pretty much no shame
it would have taken a remarkable amount of self restraint for him to keep up the act in front of your group — especially with you looking and acting like that
tight shirt, mini skirt and a body that he just wanted to lose himself in
god it was like you were made for him, but that could wait until he had splintered your group
but until then, he sated himself by glancing down your top whenever you leaned forwards, lifting up your skirt whenever he got the chance and catching you whenever you tripped (getting away with many less-than-innocent touches due to your obliviousness)
his advances get more and more aggressive and obvious as your group is picked off one by one until you’re the only one left untouched and somehow still oblivious to your situation
and bo finds himself torn between keeping you around as an alibi and a good fuck, or just using and discarding you to vincent as he’d done before
in the end, of course, he ends up deciding to let you live whilst putting on a whole show of wooing you so that you think you’re staying willingly — justifying it by saying you’ll help future “tourists” feel at home
but his brothers can tell that he’s grown more than a little fond of your presence (beyond, even, your sex appeal and naïveté — shockingly to all involved, he actually seems to care)
brahms heelshire
you were not what anyone in the heelshire family were looking for when they sought out a nanny
you were clumsy and naive; not being able to do much in education or housework without inevitably messing something up
you were a veritable slut without the intent; with tiny skirts and translucent shirts that could barely even be considered clothing and that certainly weren’t conducive with the image they wanted to present as a family
but, to brahms, you were perfect
the perfectly dainty damsel in distress for him to leer and gawk at from behind the walls as you went about your day hopelessly attempting to abide by his schedule
and whilst you frequently forgot certain rules, he let you off — equally because he knew you weren’t acting intentionally and because he loved watching you too much to let you go
his favourite times of day were those that necessitated you coming into contact with water or bending over because they gave him the most wonderful views of your body that often appeared in his masturbation fantasies
loves the way you coo over and jokingly scold his doll — actually just loves hearing you say his name and talk to “him”
is much more possessive and protective when it comes to anyone bringing supplies to the house because of, well, everything about you
like it’s all well and good having a pretty little thing with nice tits and ass to stare at all day and night, but issues arise when somebody else gets to look at what’s his
and even if you’re too ditzy and naive to recognise the grocery boy’s intentions, brahms is all too aware of what goes on in a man’s head
and he may just take it upon himself to show everyone, including you, what happens when someone touches what belongs to him
carrie white
carrie was brought up in a highly conservative christian background — so, needless to say, your presence itself would be a significant shock to the poor girl
everything about you is a complete upturning of the values she was raised with, from your personality to the way you dressed
god, the way you dressed was sin personified and every time she caught herself staring she’d mutter a quick prayer for forgiveness
tight white shirts, short pink skirts and high pink heels — a recipe for disaster that she found herself drawn to
those miniskirts would so frequently ride up your thighs and expose your tiny pink panties to anyone who dared to look whenever you stalled in readjusting them (though they were always short enough to expose those thighs of yours)
those shirts that would turn wonderfully transparent whenever you got even slightly damp (be that through rain or spillage) and exposed your otherwise bare chest to prying eyes
those heels that were the cause of so many incidents like those above
and, values be damned, she was more thankful for your obliviousness than anything else as she didn’t know what she’d do if you recognised the way her peers leered at you
how she looked at you with so much lust, with eyes that lingered too long to be innocent on your chest and the apex of your thighs and your ass
how she thought of you whenever she touched herself, one hand balled up in a fist that she bit down on to muffle herself whilst the other crept between her legs to toy with her puffy lips and swollen clit and seeping hole
you, in all of your naïveté and clumsiness, were at the centre of all of her fantasies and she wanted nothing more than to keep you in the dark about it all for as long as possible
jennifer check
you and her will almost inevitably end up sharing clothing and/or accessories because your styles match so well
date nights will consist of you sharing skincare routines and doing each other’s makeup
she uses your nature and appearance to her benefit, ramping up her sexuality with you in public to help lure in men for her to kill and feed on
she repays you with plentiful sex, affection and spoiling with money she gets from her “boyfriends”
will shamelessly ogle you whenever you lean forwards or bend over and gets a kick out of flustering you just as much as when she gets away with being a complete perv
gropes you in public like all of the time and usually plays it off as innocent or accidental — would stop if you asked, though
50/50 whether she lets you in on what she’s doing so you can help or strings you along as an accomplice
loves how oblivious you are and gets off on the power dynamic between you and her as the more experienced, dominant partner
buys you the most transparent, slutty, short clothes that she can find for you both so you can match, she can get food, and she can see as much of you as possible at all times
she will shift targets on a dime if she notices someone getting too close to comfort and taking advantage you in the same way she does — and she makes a point to show everyone that you’re very much so taken
makes you wear underwear that she chooses so anyone else ogling you gets a blatant reminder of who you belong to
michael myers (any)
initially michael found your demeanour more annoying and inconvenient than anything else
you were attractive, of course, but your clumsiness and obliviousness just made him frustrated — made him want to stalk you to force you to notice the word around you
and he did. for well over a month
even going into your home and standing over you as you slept, rearranging things in your house, anything to get you to notice that something was up
but you never did
even when he confronted you on your walk home and started following you, very obviously, you just chatted with him as if nothing was wrong and how much of a coincidence it was you were going the same way
you even complimented his mask — which immediately made you more tolerable
and almost made up for the dozen times he’d watched you trip over thin air or otherwise expose yourself to people unintentionally
after a while he even became somewhat protective, targeting people that were sexually aggressive or otherwise weird towards you to get his frustrations out before returning to his routine of stalking you
at one point he began to masturbate to the sight of you — which he’d never been able to do given his life being spent entirely in an institution with no privacy
he takes full advantage of your naïveté to tease and manipulate you, especially after you realise who he is
he just signs that he won’t hurt you if you let him stay with you and don’t tell anyone he’s there
and you oblige
and he doesn’t hurt you
the only real change is having to deal with him shamelessly staring at you all of the time, but after you get together you don’t really mind so it’s not really that big of a deal
thomas hewitt
everything about you seems perfectly engineered to turn this poor man into a flustered, red-in-the-face, 404-ing mess
you’re not exactly what his mother had raised him to look for in a woman but that made you somehow more attractive? like a forbidden fruit in a sense
your high high heels that you constantly tripped over weren’t exactly made for life in their rural town but your confidence in them made him reluctant to have you change
those teeny-tiny shorts and skirts left nothing to the imagination when it came to those smooth, long legs and those brightly coloured thongs you wore and caused him a lot of trouble whenever he caught a glimpse of you and ended up dropping his tools
your thin white shirts that hoyt always managed to get wet somehow were incredibly form fitting and gave him the perfect view of your chest
but whilst your body and sexuality haunted his mind and left him wanting and guilty when he’d reach between his legs for relief at the end of the day — it was your demeanour that captured his heart and endeared him to you
your naïveté kept you up and out of the way of the family’s dirtier dealings and meant they didn’t have to hide anything too hard as you believed whatever they promised to you
he felt bad for lying but he also knew it was a necessary evil
and your clumsy nature meant that any guests felt more at ease around you, joking around and letting their guard down to flirt with you which made his job a whole lot easier
so, needless to say, you were definitely a good investment for the family even if you kept unintentionally torturing poor thomas with your displays of sexuality and femininity throughout the house
vincent sinclair
you immediately caught vincent’s eye when you entered ambrose because of how different you were from your companions
your clothes were more revealing and feminine: all light colours, cropped edges, frills, pastels and the whole nine yards
definitely a far cry from the muted neutrals and heavy jumpers that he usually saw
more artistically inspiring, barbie like even
it made you attractive, certainly, but it also made him want to preserve you as an art piece even more — he wanted to capture your beauty permanently
but then your personality endeared you to him
you were immediately kind and trusting towards his twin, which painted you as a very naïve person but the genuine way you defended him and scolded your friends for interrupting the “funeral” caught his heart
hell, even bo seemed taken a back by your demeanour (before trying to look down your shirt, of course)
and then there was the clumsiness that gave him the perfect view of each and every angle of your body that those short, tight clothes did little to hide as you stumbled and tripped over your heels in the museum
even gentlemen have their limits and, from what he justified as artistic curiosity, he indulged himself in plenty of looks
you even made him chuckle a few times when you apologised to the figures you fell onto
all of it, to him, made you seem so much better than your companions — someone worth saving and keeping as a living art piece in ambrose
it wouldn’t be hard to convince his brothers, they were always talking about needing some company
and, beside, you didn’t strike him as the sort to be hard to lie to
so if you believed your friends abandoned you, maybe you’d be happy to stay with them — and, maybe, you’d never have to learn about the truth of ambrose and it’s wax museum
and he’d get to ogle you all he liked from behind the safety of his mask (only as an artist, of course! he’d never sexualise you… or at least he tries to claim as much to himself)
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last updated on the 18th of september, 2022
listed below are all of the characters that you can request from on this account. characters are listed alphabetically by their first name.
albert shaw / the grabber
asa emory / the collector
baby firefly
billy lenz / the moaner
billy loomis / ghostface
bo sinclair
brahms heelshire / the boy
bubba sawyer / leatherface
carrie white
choptop sawyer
freddy krueger
gabriel may
hannibal lector
jason vorhees
jennifer check
jessie cromeans / chromeskull
leslie vernon
lester sinclair
michael myers (all)
nubbins sawyer
otis driftwood
pennywise / it
pinhead
pyramid head
stu macher / ghostface
thomas hewitt / leatherface
tiffany valentine
vincent sinclair
yautja (any) / predator
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outlined below is everything you need to know when it comes to making a request for this account. of course i will make occasional exceptions, but by-and-large i won’t accept any requests that don’t fit the below criteria.
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last updated on the 19th of march, 2023
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myers’ girl ; 18
requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)
word count ; 1048
content ; sexually explicit content, public sex, vaginal sex, wall sex, rough sex, choking, possessive sex
fandom ; halloween / slashers
pairing ; michael myers (any) x cis female reader
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Being known as ‘Michael Myer’s girl’ brought with it a great many unique experiences, both good and bad. Good, like people going to great lengths to avoid you on the street which meant that you had more than your fair share of personal space to do with whatever you wish. Bad, like the cashiers in the local shops refusing to look at you or otherwise acknowledge you as you buy what you need, making things much more uncomfortable than they ever ought to be. Good, like feeling safe no matter where you went or who you were with because the only killer in town was your boyfriend and nobody wanted to piss of the infamous ‘Shape of Haddonfield’. Bad, like people leaving all sorts of defamatory and insulting graffiti all over the five-times-repainted walls of your home: ‘whore’, ‘traitor’, ‘cunt’, and, of course, ‘Myers’ Girl’ (usually misspelled in a slightly different way each time it was written).
Just calling your experience a mixed bag would be the understatement of the century.
But so long as you had your Michael by your side you found yourself (mostly) unbothered by the behaviour of your previously chipper and chatty friends and neighbours. He was all you really needed, after all… even if sometimes he thought you needed to be convinced of that yourself, which lead to some of the most enjoyable but mortifying moments in your relationship.
Moments like this.
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Your position was precarious to say the very least and had you been able to form a coherent thought you might have just complained about it: the palms of your hands were pressed flat against the spray painted, white panelled front wall of your house, the decorative wood rough and damp beneath your skin as you tried hopelessly to try and brace yourself against the slippery, splintered surface; your legs were spread as widely as they could go with Michael’s heavy boots placed on the inner side of each foot to keep them in place, the tattered remains of your knife slashed underwear and jeans just barely hanging on around your knees, exposing everything from your thighs to your midsection to the cool autumn air (and anyone who might walk past your home); one of his large, calloused hands was wrapped around your throat, thumb rhythmically caressing over one side whilst the rest of his fingers periodically tightened and relaxed, giving you just enough room to breathe whilst making it abundantly clear what he could do if he got the impulse; his cock, thick and long and hot, was pounding into your dripping pussy from behind, hips slamming so hard against your ass that had it not been for his harsh grip on your body you’d have surely gone flying whilst he filled and stretched you to the brink over and over again.
It was mortifying, humiliating, degrading, to be fucked so primally against your own home, the only thing separating you from the rest of your neighbourhood being some tall bushes and that feeble fence you really ought to replace. One neighbour going on a midday stroll away from being caught with your pants around your ankles and a dick stuffed inside of you whilst you drooled and whimpered like a bitch in heat — if they could even see you with Michael’s imposing figure looming over you, that is.
Not that that would make your reputation any worse, being ‘Myers’ Girl’ had already murdered your social life more than any act of public lewdness ever could, but it was more about the principle.
Then again you were much too distracted to bother thinking of anything beyond his hands on your body or his length stretching your cunt beyond what you thought possible. Too caught up in the feeling of that large hand wrapped around your throat as it tightened, and relaxed, and tightened, and relaxed, a warning so deliberate that even your pleasure-fogged mind couldn’t miss it. Too preoccupied with the wet slap of his skin colliding with your own as he pumped that thick shaft into your pussy with so much roughness and speed that you felt less like a partner and more like a glorified cock sleeve. Too engrossed with way his other hand groped at your chest and waist, keeping you in place and exploring what belongs to him at the same time whilst only making your mind fog worse and worse as you started to mount your peak. Too far gone to think as you lost yourself to the sound of his voice, rough and scratchy and quiet from lack of use, as he panted and grunted under that mask of his, the well-worn latex just barely brushing against your ear with each and every thrust.
It was too much and yet precisely what you needed, with every movement and sound pushing you closer and closer to the edge until, finally, something snapped and you were sent spiralling into a climax so intense that you’d have surely collapsed to the floor had it not been for Michael’s strong grip on your body. Coming so hard that your vision whited out and your senses were so overwhelmed that all you could do was call out for him, too far gone to notice or care how loud you were being as he continued to fuck you through your climax.
Not even altering his roughness as he went, not caring to make it easier on you as you started to straddle the line between overwhelming pleasure and overstimulating pain and your moans and whimpers turned into sobs and gasps. Only slightly loosening his grip on your neck to let you breathe better when you started to pant and wheeze for air. Only barely slowing down when you started to tremble and quake beneath him, giving you just enough change to stop you from being in too much pain without compromising on his own wants too much — but he didn’t stop, not for more than a second at a time, anyway.
This was about showing you who you belonged to, after all, and Michael Myers wouldn’t be content until the only thing you could say was his name — and until you were screaming it so loudly that even your farthest neighbours knew how proud you were to be his girl.
#sleepingdeath#minors dni#minors fuck off#minors don’t touch#ageless blogs dni#ageless blogs will be blocked#female reader#female reader smut#slasher smut#slasher x reader#smut#halloween x reader#halloween smut#michael myers x reader#michael myers smut
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Ooh so could you do a Tiffany x gender neutral reader where at the scene when tiff had chucky in his cage, she mentions how she got over him and is now dating reader who Tiff just rabbles about them?
And please take your time on this I don’t wanna seem like one of the impatient readers so do your best!
she moved on ; t. valentine hcs
thank you for requesting, anon
reader is assumed as gender neutral
minors please do not interact with my content
she hadn’t thought about her ex in a long time — mourning him for more than long enough when he’d initially passed away before making a point of trying to move on
she’d had plenty of flings over the years — tiffany was incredibly attractive so there was no shortage of men and women ready to hop in bed with her — but nobody ever stayed for long
not until you, that is
you, who was able to make her laugh without any effort
you, who didn’t judge her for her past and helped her take the steps she needed to fully detach herself from chucky
you, who kept a photo of her in your wallet/purse and who would proudly introduce her as your girlfriend to anyone you met
you, who watched all her favourite films with her and who would get wrapped up in the plot without complaining about them being ‘unrealistic’ or ‘silly’
you, who loved her for her mind and her humour and not just her body
you
just you
and yet despite all of that she still couldn’t seem to get away from charles for long because here he was, miraculously not dead and a hell of a lot shorter and more plastic-looking than she remembered
she’d seen his death reported on in the paper
she’d been going to therapy to talk about their relationship and how she was dealing with his loss
she’d moved on and was happy with you — even looking at wedding venues (even if you hadn’t been together very long, but when you know you know)
she’d done everything right and still he’d managed to come back into her life like nothing had happened
it made her angry
it made her sick
so she trapped him in a baby cage and went out for a smoke, ranting with the front door of her trailer open as she made some very pointed gestures and remarks to her ex
how dare he do this to her! how fucking dare he!
who the fuck did he think he was?
why couldn’t he just let her live her life in peace?
couldn’t he see that she was finally — fucking finally — happy after all of the shit he’d put her through?
the sheer audacity had her tonguing the inside of her cheek and reaching for her lighter — she didn’t have enough cigarettes to deal with his shit right now
frankly there weren’t enough cigarettes in the world at all to help her deal with his bullshit, but that was besides the point
she takes a drag from her second cig and now she’s stopped pacing — leaning on the doorframe and facing him head on with more disappointment and sadness that outright animosity
and somehow that scares him more than when she was ranting and raving and screaming at him
she asks why he can’t just let her have one good thing — but it’s not really a question and he knows it and he doesn’t even get to contemplate answering and manipulating her before she continues
she talks about you, about how she’s finally happy for the first time in forever and of course he has to come in and turn it all to shit (she spits the last word like it burns her tongue and continues in a dreamier voice, the ghost of a smile worming its way onto her lips)
‘they’re real sweet, ya know?’ (he doesn’t and she knows it but she continues), ‘they make me happy. we have fun together’
he says that they did too, jumping at the opportunity to reel her back in, but she chokes out a laugh and kicks his baby gate, causing his plastic body to stumble back
she scoffs at him and reaffirms that ‘fun’ doesn’t just mean being an adrenaline junkie — but even then that you don’t put her down or discourage her from doing what she enjoys
you let her have real hobbies, not just ones that benefit you — you even watch cheesy chick flicks with her and, pray tell, when did he ever bother to do the same?
never, that’s when
chucky tries to reel her back in again, recalling the fun they used to have — but he’s already lost
he lost before he even turned up at her front door because tiffany valentine has moved on
she doesn’t just want kink sex and excitement — she dreams of domesticity and marriage and love
her days of blood shed and murder are (mostly) over and have been since she settled down
since she fell in love with you
you with your smiles and your gentle touches and your humour that makes her laugh so hard her cheeks and sides ache
you who reaches out first and who doesn’t leave her high and dry and wanting like charles did
you who she loves, really truly loves, and who she’d never even dream of leaving
so she grabs a bottle of wine and tells chucky to keep on talking — because he may not have a snowball’s chance in hell of winning her over, but by god is it cathartic to watch him beg
… maybe she’d even call you up and give him a live show of every single reason, position and sound why you’re a far sight better than he ever was
#minors dni#sleepingdeath slashers#tiffany valentine#tiffany valentine x reader#gender neutral reader#fluff headcanons#slasher x reader#female x reader#sleepingdeath#fluff#fluff hcs
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collaring headcanons ; sinclair brothers (18+)
kinktober day twenty two extra
pairing ; bo sinclair x gender neutral!reader, lester sinclair x gender neutral!reader, vincent sinclair x gender neutral!reader
note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
bo sinclair
bo is big on the possessive aspect of collaring and may even be the one to bring it up - especially if your relationship began with you as a captive
he’ll use a cheap, heavy dog collar for this and he’ll make sure to keep it as tight as he can without suffocating you
it’s leather and rough, worn with years of use, and it’ll have one of two things engraved on it depending on the ins and outs of your relationship
you’re either “good boy/girl/pet” or “property of bo sinclair”
either way the message is clear, but he’ll say that the choice is up to you
lester sinclair
lester wouldn’t be aware of the concept of collaring a partner until you bring it up in a conversation that left him both terribly flustered and with the realisation that he may not be as traditional as he thought floating through his mind
he’d take you with him when he goes to buy you a collar, taking you around various shops in the nearest towns to ambrose and trying his best to make sure that it’s perfect for you
and if you can’t find it elsewhere? well he’s not above going to vincent and asking him to make one
by the end of the affair, you’ll have the perfect collar for you: made in your favourite colour, adjusted to your desired thickness/weight and engraved with whatever it is that you want
vincent sinclair
vincent strikes me as the quietly kinky type - someone who is well versed in bdsm ideas but never thought he’d have the opportunity to express those desires because of his lifestyle and appearance
so if you were the one to propose the involvement of a collar, he’d be more than thrilled at the idea - determined to craft the perfect accessory for you, perfectly matching your every desire and whim
he’d go through dozens of drafts before creating the first pass, then repeating that process for the second and third and fourth - showing it to you each time and making careful note of your suggestions and observations before getting back to work
but all of those all-nighters and weeks of work are worth it when he finally sees you wearing the perfected collar he made for you - he can barely bring himself to look away the first time he sees you, openly admiring you and signing enough earnest compliments to leave you terribly flustered
in fact, he loves the sight so much that he’ll take it upon himself to hand craft you a collection of collars - each made to your proportions and taste and each worn at least once during a more intimate moment
bonus points if you ask for one that brands you as belonging to him in one way or another
#sleepingdeath#gender neutral reader#smut#minors dni#collaring#house of wax x reader#house of wax smut#bo sinclair x reader#bo sinclair smut#slashers x reader#slasher smut#lester sinclair x reader#lester sinclair smut#vincent sinclair x reader#vincent sinclair smut
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autistic male s/o hcs ; otis
requested by ; thatboymikey (09/10/23)
fandom(s) ; house of 1000 corpses / slashers
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; otis b. driftwood
outline ; “Hello :) can I request some Otis driftwood head cannons with a male reader? And the reader is autistic and sometimes goes non verbal at times if you’re fine with that, that would be amazing thank you so much.”
warning(s) ; brief references to canon typical violence, but mostly fluff!
otis is an asshole — a murderer, a kidnapper, someone who will torture anyone and everyone who he comes across with a smile on his face — but he does actually care about his family and about you as his boyfriend (even if he denies having a soft spot with everything he’s got)
after being with you for long enough he’s able to pick up on when you’re going to go non verbal and, having an adopted brother that is also non verbal, he’s more than able to communicate with you at times like that — he’s a murderer, sure, but he’s a murderer with a strong sense of community who practises sign language in his free time (he’s not the best… like, at all, but he knows just enough to scrape by during conversation with you)
he’s absolutely targeted people for being homophobic or ableist towards you — hell, he’s killed for far less so that shouldn’t be a shock — but he never uses them for his art because they don’t deserve to be preserved, so he just dumps them in the mass grave with the rest of the clan (he also makes their deaths much more intense and painful, but that’s par for the course with a partner like him)
alternates between calling you his ‘boyfriend’ and his ‘husband’ — he doesn’t give a shit about marriage as a concept, nor about anything else that’s legally binding, but he likes the possessive undertones of the title and will use it every now and then when someone just isn’t getting the hint (or if he knows you like it when he calls you that)
very physically affectionate in a sexual way, especially when you have ‘guests’ and one of them is looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, and that includes everything that you could think of: wet messy kisses to your temple, making out in full view of everyone, groping your body, pulling you down onto his lap, grinding his hips against your ass, turning your head to face him before kissing you very roughly, etc.
in short, it’s impossible for any visitors to not realise that you’re otis’ boyfriend (his man, his boy toy, his life partner, his husband in every sense except legally, not that either of you cared) and they’d have to be especially dense (or especially masochistic) to try and flirt with you after all of that
he doesn’t really get autism as a concept but he tries to understand with your help — even if a lot of his questions (usually asked when he’s high on several substances and when you’re cuddled up together in bed after a wild day or night) can be a bit blunt or strangely phrased
#sleepingdeath#fluff#fluff hcs#slasher x reader#otis driftwood x reader#male reader#otis b driftwood fluff#otis b driftwood x reader#otis driftwood fluff#house of 1000 corpses x reader#slasher x male reader
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hiii! could I please ask for billy loomis fluff/headcanons with a clingy female reader? if you accept this thank you so much! ♡
Clingy S/O Headcanons | Billy Loomis
thank you for requesting, anon!
reader is assumed as female
billy is someone who greatly values his image and his place in the social hierarchy — picking his friends and partners carefully as to ensure each one benefits him
he embodies the bad boy trope; taking great care of his appearance and antagonising anyone he deems as an annoyance (see: randy) whilst engaging in controversial media to an extent unseen of before
all of that to say that having a clingy partner would be a massive benefit to billy’s public persona
being able to casually hang out around woodsborough with a pretty girl like you hanging off his arm no matter where he goes presents him as this charming, likeable character
after all, why would someone want to be around their partner if they weren’t at least personable and desirable?
why would you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky if he wasn’t this amazingly attentive partner?
why would you kick up a fuss and pout when away from him if he wasn’t the best boyfriend anyone could ask for?
you make billy loomis likeable, popular and desirable — a caricature that whilst not reflecting his true intentions, gives him a sort of alibi
and, if all of that wasn’t good enough on it’s own, you also boost his ego substantially
he’ll laud attention and affection over your head in return for validation
claiming he’s stringing you along to boost his ego whilst also getting far more attached to you than he’d anticipated
i mean how could he not fall in love with someone who looks at him so lovingly? who clings to his arm and stays by his side no matter what? who defends him from critics and insults — and who hangs off of every word he says and engages him in his interests
in every way you’re his dream girl — he just wishes he’d have met you before he and stu started planning the massacre because, well, you don’t really give him the space to get much of anything does
and, annoyingly, he doesn’t mind
if only you were willing to help them out… maybe act as an alibi?
but that would be too much of a risk, getting you involved and all, so he settles for his dumb excuses and allows himself to bask in your attentions and affections for a little while longer
#sleepingdeath#female reader#fluff headcanons#slasher fluff#slasher x reader#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis fluff#billy loomis x female reader
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Open requests you say 👁👁 Could we get some headcanons of Billy Lenz with a S/O that's like, super into biting? Receiving and giving, casually nipping as an 'I love you' and doing it sexually, just biting as a love language <33
Bitey S/O Headcanons | Billy Lenz (18+)
thank you for requesting anon!
reader is assumed as gender neutral
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
links : slasher blog | masterlist
biting is a love language (change my mind)
and it’s one of many ways that billy can get across his desire for casual affection and playfulness without triggering himself accidentally with full on affection and physical contact
he appreciates the little nips you give him once he knows the meaning behind them and will even return and initiate the gesture further down the line - following it up with a lot of giggling and a potential crude comment about how you taste or something similar
though at first he’d definitely be startled and even hurt by it, viewing it as a more aggressive action than you intend and flinching away and rubbing the area - staring at you with wild, wide eyes
he’s muttering quickly and getting louder and more incensed about how “pretty piggy bit billy”, “piggy hurt billy” and “piggy hates billy”
and then he’s yelling and teary-eyed and confused so you’ll have to shush and soothe him before you even get the chance to explain that it’s just a way to show affection - a wordless “i love you” - and then his demeanour shifts from startled to appreciative and relieved
now when it comes to sex this man can’t get enough of you - particularly when it comes to having some part of you in his mouth, so it’s a natural progression of things for him to end up biting you during intimate moments
he also tends to get overly eager and almost animalistic during sex because he’s just so eager to be inside of you, to taste you, to feel you, so you’ll end up with marks all over your body no matter what - bites are just the most common ones that he leaves
thighs, neck, throat, shoulders, stomach, chest and ear lobes; loving nips, cheeky noms and deep bites that leave bruises as well as bite marks
you won’t be able to look in the mirror (or even look down for that matter) without seeing some type of imprint of his mouth and affection on your body
when you bite him he will moan in an incredibly loud and vulgar manner as his mouth runs a mile a minute with crude and lewd remarks about how eager you are, how you love biting him, how you’re just as naughty as him and how you’re the naughtiest piggy and his favourite person in the world
bonus points if you bite him on the following areas of his body: nape of his neck, column of his throat, on his nipples or just above his crotch (near the top of his happy trail)
#sleepingdeath#gender neutral reader#smut hcs#smut headcanons#smut#minors dni#billy lenz x reader#slasher x reader#billy lenz#black christmas 1974#slasher x you#billy lenz x you
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bullied college student s/o hcs ; michael myers
requested by ; megangovier20 (23/03/23)
fandom(s) ; halloween / slashers
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; michael myers (ambiguous)
outline ; “Hi there, could I possibly have a lil request of Michael Myers X plus size fem reader who is 21 years old and goes to college but gets bullied and runs home, after she goes home Michael hugs the reader and makes her feel better, thank you & btw love the blog!👻🖤”
warning(s) ; canon-typical references to violence, references to bullying, otherwise mostly fluff + one suggestive bullet point
note ; for non-americans like myself college=university
michael isn’t exactly well known for his ability to provide any sort of tangible comfort to his partner — arguably he’s one of the worst people for the job
so when you, the only thing in this world that he cares about, come running through the door in tears — he defaults to what he remembers his parents doing when he was young
he gathers you up into his arms with ease and just falls to the ground, positioning you so that you’re curled up into his chest and he’s able to completely surround you with his body
he’s rocking gently to-and-fro and pressing his lips against the crown of your head as you sob and gasp and weep and cling to him like you think he’ll disappear the moment you let go
he may not know exactly what caused your strife yet, but he’s going to do whatever he can to calm you down and help out
and once you’re calm enough to explain what happened to you, he’s absolutely livid — and as this is one of the rare times where he forgot to grab his mask, you can see the pure disgust in his eyes when you’re talking him through your terrible day
even if he’s non-verbal, he’s much more expressive than he gives himself credit for — and you’re more than able to decipher what he’s thinking, what he wants to say, after being together for so long
he doesn’t understand how people can be so needlessly cruel to you — the person who managed to get through to someone deemed by everyone else as a ‘monster’
how they could look upon the mind that entrances him, the heart that was open to him and the body that he adores and offer you anything but adoration
even if that is a hypocritical notion for a serial killer like himself to take, he doesn’t care
and he wants to inflict that same cruelty back onto them — but he recognises that violence isn’t what you need right now, not when you’re still so vulnerable and upset
so for now he’ll stay with you, comforting you with gentle touches and a sympathetic ear reserved only for you
he’ll keep close by your side until you fall asleep — holding you when you need him to and giving you space when you ask
warm and kind and gentle in ways only you get to see
and maybe something more than that — a tangible show of his appreciation for parts of yourself that those cruel classmates of yours scorned — if only you ask
it’s not as if he’s opposed to the more physical aspects of a relationship
but the moment you fall asleep, michael myers becomes the shape of haddonsfield once again
he’ll hunt down each of the people who hurt you and… well… i’m sure that i don’t need to describe what will follow
michael is protective by nature, so even though he can’t go out with you during the day without risking being captured, he’ll do what he can to ensure that you’re safe
he wants you to feel safe, loved and comfortable
no matter how many deaths it takes to make sure that’s the case
#sleepingdeath#female reader#plus size reader#halloween x reader#michael myers x reader#slasher x reader#slasher fluff#fluff hcs#fluff#slasher x female reader
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A request where resder is taken hostage by one of the tourist and Vincent has to save them. The reader gets stabbed and Vincent get revenge. Fluff/angst. Reader also lives.
Injured S/O Headcanons | Vincent Sinclair
thank you for requesting, anon!
reader is assumed as gender neutral
warnings for descriptions of gore/murder/violence
it was all so routine — so perfectly and mind-numbingly predictable that he could surely have done it all with his eye closed and one hand tied behind his back
it was all so routine when lester brought the hitchhikers into town early in the morning when the sun was just starting to crest (four of them at his first count)
it was all so routine when bo greeted them at the gas station and gave a cursory look over their damaged vehicle that lester had so graciously towed into ambrose — looking at it as though he were using fresh eyes and hadn’t sabotaged it that night
it was all so routine when lester ushered two of the girls over to the wax museum and he heard their aimless chatter overhead as they admired the cumulative work of himself and his dear mother
it was all so routine when they trapped those girls and as he turned them into masterpieces — the blonde into a marilyn monroe type and the ginger into a guitarist with a spare instrument he found laying around his workshop
it was all so routine when bo called him to the main house and told him where the remaining visitors were (a couple, he’d said, how romantic)
it was all so routine until bo missed his first shot and the man went barrelling down the hall and out of the house, taking his girlfriend (or was it fiancée? who was he kidding, he didn’t care) with him
then they both had to belt it out of the maze of corridors and to the car, with bo clumsily speeding down the twisting roads that led to the main body of ambrose — himself awkwardly aiming and shooting with a hunting rifle
(an arrangement that he would later describe through signs as stupid because he only had one eye and had never used a gun in his life, you idiot)
but none of that bickering mattered when they finally caught sight of the couple — and the human shield they’d made of you after you came running out of the station to see what was going on
the woman was hiding behind her partner, streaks of cheap mascara running down her cheeks as she cowered in his shadow
the man, meanwhile, had one arm wrapped around your middle, pinning your arms in place, whilst the other held a dirty knife to your neck (or was it a switch blade? it wasn’t like he was paying the weapon much attention)
he’s shouting out threats of harm to you and despite your protests and insistence that you’re fine, he can see the fear in your eyes and vincent is fucking furious
bo’s trying to reason with him, giving false promises of letting him and his missus go, but the man (smarter than he looks, apparently) refuses and demands they hand over their weapons and tell them where “the other one” is
and neither of them comply with either command because (1) they’re not stupid and (2) lord knows where lester went the man’s an enigma on the best of days and they weren’t exactly keeping track of their baby brother in the middle of a killing spree
but that’s when you start fighting, managing to knee him in the groin and get out of his grip as he falls to the ground
his girlfriend (fiancée? wife?) however wasn’t harmed and quickly grabbed the blade and stabbed it straight into your back — thankfully missing anything too major but sending you to the ground with a painful thud nonetheless
and that’s when they strike, barrelling the car towards the pair and knocking them both to the floor as vincent jumps out to tend to you
he’s furious, enraged — of fucking course he is, they just tried to use the love of his life as leverage and one of them hurt you, why wouldn’t he be pissed? — but he’s also distraught and worried sick
you’re hurt because of him and he’ll be damned if he let this go without retribution — even if you continue to stroke the side of his mask and assure him it’s not his fault as you bleed out on the dusty main road of ambrose
he only lets go of you once the two attackers were confirmed knocked-out by bo and once lester was there to get you to hospital (with the latter nearly in tears from worry as he drove you away with a fake story about an attempted robbery gone wrong… or something like that)
and when it came time for him to deal with the people that hurt you? well he knew that they weren’t going in the museum so he had no reason to go easy on them
in fact, he and bo made sure that they were in agony each and every second between the moment they woke up and when they died — only giving them that release once lester had brought you home from the hospital a few days later
and after that he refused to leave your side unless he absolutely had to; tending to your every need and waiting on you hand and foot as you recovered — promising you that as long as he lived he would never let anyone hurt you again
a statement that you, of course, believed
#sleepingdeath#gender neutral reader#angst headcanons#slasher angst#fluff headcanons#slasher fluff#slasher x you#slasher x reader#tw violence#vincent sinclair x reader
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Smut Short | Michael Myers (18+)
requested by a wattpad user
reader is assumed as female
the rob zombie version of the character was used
includes : bondage, daddy kink, degradation, edging & vibrator use
note : this is my first attempt at writing for this character, and i haven’t watched the rz movies yet, so my characterisation may be shaky
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
She could tell that tonight was going to be rough before he had even stepped through the threshold of the door, feeling a familiar shift in the air from a quiet calm to a buzzing tension; a throbbing energy that emanated off of him whenever he returned from a hunt. And though Michael was never gentle, these were the nights where his more sadistic urges bled into their sex life - where boundaries and limits were pushed and she ended up limp and fucked-out by the end of the night, riddled with bruises and bite marks and cuts (littered about her body like stars in the night sky).
But amongst all of the evening's normalcy and routine, it was his appearance as he stormed into their bedroom that set off alarm bells in her head: those blood splattered overalls with tattered cuffs that she urged him to replace, hands caked with dirt and blood (with knuckles left paper-white from his grip on the knife that he still held)... and a completely bare face. Expressionless save for the slight cruel glint in his eyes and framed by messy tresses of dirty blond hair - hair that she sparsely got the chance to see.
So it wasn't much of a surprise when he made quick work of tearing her thin clothing from her form and using the tattered scraps to tie her to the bed; keeping her wrists bound together above her head and forcing her legs apart by binding her ankles to opposite bed posts. Though it wasn't her nudity that left her feeling utterly exposed, rather it was his piercing gaze and the way he tossed their newly purchased toy between his large hands - mocking her without needing to say a single word.
Michael never needed to speak for her to understand exactly what was going through his mind; she could read his body language with ease after so long spent together: the way his eyes strayed to her soaked cunt mocked her for how quickly and easily she gave in (a desperate whore, his needy slut, he wordlessly implored); the deliberate way that he wrapped a hand around her throat showed how weak and vulnerable she was (pathetic, he implied with a barely audible sigh); the hand sliding between her legs to insert the vibrator and turn it to its highest setting emphasised his control and her reliance on him - urging her to slip up, to let go and give him exactly what he wanted.
Her hips lurched upwards when he began to rub at her swollen clit, eyes fluttering shut and mouth falling open as a string of lewd moans and cries slip from her throat - which quickly devolved into a stream of whines and whimpers as she begged him to touch her. All "daddy please"s and "daddy don't"s as his relentless teasing brought her to tears.
She had already mounted her peak multiple times by the time he seemed to take pity on her, admiring the pool of slick that had gathered between her legs and was starting to soak into their sheets. He hadn't even touched her and yet she was already trembling, with stuttering, shallow breaths and an overly sensitive sex that was fluttering madly around the vibrator - and then around nothing when he pulled it out.
But this small mercy was a brief one, for even in her weeping and weary state she knew that he was far from done with her. No. Michael Myers was not a merciful or kind lover - and she loved (and lusted for) him all the same.
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