#Jesse Cromeans x female reader

[multific]

Love Beyond Everything

Jesse Cromeans x Reader

Summary: You loved your husband more than anything. He was your reason to live, you knew about his hobby and you feared something bad could happen to him.

When Spann called you, you felt as if someone threw ice-cold water all over you. 

The news of your husband almost dying scared you beyond anything. He was the center of your world, your everything. If you were to lose him...

Your driver dropped you off at the warehouse. 

Preston greeted you at the front, guiding you to where he was.

He was lying behind curtains in a makeshift hospital room, the doctor came over to you and explained what happened.

"I want her dead," you said simply, as you turned towards Preston.

"Already a step ahead of you Miss." he said as he showed you the footage. You nodded and they both left.

You looked at him through the curtain, and he turned away, hiding his face.

"I'm so glad you are alive Jesse. I was so afraid when Spann called." you watched as his hand moved into a fist, tearing the sheets. He couldn't talk, he didn't have his device with him, but somehow you understood. "I know you don't like the fact that he killed your piggy. But if it wouldn't be him, I would have done it myself. Don't misunderstand please, I do not care about superficial things like that and you know that, but she nearly killed you." You moved your hand behind the curtain and grabbed his wrist. You could only imagine the pain he felt, you could never fathom the pain he went through, is going through. But you loved him, and he was strong, he will be up on his feet quickly.

"He needs a new piggy," you said to Spann who nodded.

"Yes, I am already looking." she said as she showed you photos. Jesse needed to keep his mind off of his face and focus on something else.

You pointed at a photo of a blonde woman. "He'll like her."

And with that, you went back to your husband. Holding his hand as he lay there.

You weren't there when he was finally walking, you weren't there when Preston tried to betray him, you weren't there when the police busted his warehouse, but you were the first person they brought in when his identity was discovered.

You had to play and pretend, and you were quite the actress. When they showed you the photos, you recalled all women, some were chosen by you. 

But of course, Jesse made sure nothing pointed at you, so you were free to go after you claimed not to know anything.

The new place of operations was a little better than the last one. The building still had that terrible feeling about it. But at least it had more space.

As you walked into the building, you rushed to your husband, hugging him, he had the chrome mask on his face, but you could see his eye through it. 

"They are investigating, but they only found our old house, and the old warehouse. They know your name but they are clueless." you told him.

He said down in his leather chair, typing on his phone.

'Are you okay?' he asked.

"Me? Of course, how are you? How's your face, still hurts?" he didn't reply and instead started typing again.

'Now, I even look like a monster.'

"Don't say that, Honey! Of course, you are not a monster! It was their fault! They hurt you! All they had to do was to give you the girl, instead, they did this." You moved closer to him, and you noticed he tried to get further away, but the carpet stopped him. You grabbed his face, and made him look at you. "I do not care how you look like, you'll always be handsome to me. Inside and out. I love you for you, not for your face." You placed a kiss on his mask before pulling away, you intended to go and pour a glass of dink for yourself but he stopped you by grabbing your waist and burying his face into your stomach. 

Your fingers started to run random patterns on his head and shoulders, trying your best to keep him calm and let him know he's safe with you.

You looked down at him, noticing how he started to remove his mask, he once again hid his face into you. You knew, no matter how he looked like, you'd still love him, but you couldn't help the anger bubbling in you, they did this to him, hurt him. How dare they.

He then slowly, looked up at you, and you smiled.

"There you are, Sweetheart. Handsome as ever." you smiled as he finally looked at you.

You didn't lie, you still found him very attractive, the scarring concerned you more because of the pain he had to endure. 

"I love you." you said and kissed his lips softly.

"I love you too." came the voice from his phone which made you laugh a little.

Nothing and no one can take him away from you.

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~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

A/N: The lovely Jesse is being added to my list of Slashers! Expect more to come for him! I’m also open for ideas for him, so let me know if you have an idea.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

JESSE CROMEANS | CHROMESKULL (laid to rest series)

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“Something Simple” (Jesse Cromeans x Fem!Reader)

| Further kink exploration.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, (TW: knife play, pain play, & blood play, mild dacryphilia) consensual sex, no non-con kink

| Pic source: Laid to Rest (2009)

| 700+ words

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The sound of your skin breaking under pressure and the thinnest trickles of your blood rushing free makes his heart pound.

Months you’ve been together and he’s been dreaming of the way your skin would look under his steel in all that time. Finally having that reality now, he knows that it’s even better than he could’ve imagined.

Below him you whimper and Jesse can’t not smile at your tear stricken face. No, his mind really hadn’t done you justice. Even like this, utterly pliant and demure for him, you still manage to quicken his breaths.

It’s just something about you. About the contrast of the softness you cling to like a trophy, so much his antithesis, compared to the angry clinical lines littering the back of your thighs that does him in so completely. All this pretty skin ripe for the taking, willingly given up by you so you could be his canvas. You were so trusting it was heady.

He drops the knife out of his way on the bed and then rushes to rest his hands against your overheated skin. The groan he lets out is rough and mixes beautifully with your pants for air. He revels in the sight of your perky chest rapidly rising up and dropping down as he trails his left hand up bronze goosebump riddled legs.

Obediently your legs are still in the air by your own will per his initial instructions minutes ago. He wraps his hand around your ankles and smiles when you sigh at the reprieve. Jesse can’t help leaning over to press a congratulatory kiss onto one of your ankles.

At the same time he allows a bit of his own softness he gives you some of his sadism. The callus pads of his thumb press around the cut hard and he watches as you arch for him.

“F-fuck,” you moan.

A low noise rumbles up his throat in response and he ruts into you.

You keen at the friction of his skin on yours, irritating your wounds, and make an even higher sound as he lifts and drags his hard on across your folds.

There’s no friction there. You’re so slick his head glides through your lips and over your engorged clit with barely a thrust. He sucks a harsh breath in before pulling away.

He reaches for the discarded knife.

Another superficial laceration marks your rich skin, brown giving easily beneath silver and your body shivers as he delivers the shallowest of cuts to your flesh. The way you groan, eyes rolling even as your body trembles with your efforts to stay still, make his cock throb. So far he has only drawn one bloody wound and he plans to keep it that way, but the desire to cut just that much deeper is difficult to curb.

Jesse didn’t make himself wait this long before introducing knife and blood play into your mix to scare you off with too much blood on only your second go though. He runs his hand over your trembling thighs with a sigh, smiling softly at you. The last thing he wants is to scare off his precious s/o.

He watches you blink back tears from your eyes. How the stray tracks of the liquid manifestation of your pleasure, your pain and your overstimulation trail down your plump cheeks; and then how your mouth moves when you gasp his name.

He mimics your gasp like you being there is a surprise to him - as if he could forget - but even as he leans forwards he doesn’t truly acknowledge you.

So overwhelmed you can barely manage to say his name. Stutters of “J-” and “-esse.” and a faint mismatch of different pleas tumble past your plush lips. The first time you speak he shakes his head at you, doesn’t even bother hiding his smirk. He leans forward a bit more on your third try, hovering over your face, and cocks his good ear towards you with an exaggerated raised brow.

Jesse knows what you're trying to say of course, knows how badly you wanted this, how desperately you now crave release.

Edging you is just too fun though, and if he’s being completely honest with himself, he wants you to cry a bit more.

NOTES: Well this one was kinda intense. I’m trying something out, so hopefully it wasn’t awful. Hope you enjoyed!

also leave a comment if you want, I like them. I just won’t respond cause this is a side blog

[weird-brain666]

Hi! This is my rules for my request. My first language is not english, sorry for the mistakes.

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What I will write

X male reader/ X gender neutral reader

Trans reader

Fluff

NSFW [only for male character]

HC

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet [only for male character]

platonic relationship

Comfort oneshot/senario/HC

K!nky things

What I will not write

Ped0ph!li@

child character x reader non-platonic relationship

female character NSFW

k!nk that make me uncomfortable [p!ss k!nk, p0op k!nk, v0re, food and more]

Trans front h0le p3n3tr@t!on

non-con

@bu$e [it okay if it "character comfort reader" type of senario]

Specific reader [I want my content to be relatable for everyone]

specific skin color reader [again I want my content to be relatable for everyone and im withe so I dont know the everyday life of POC pepole or thier tradition so I will always stay vague on the readers race]

Angst

Female/fem reader

Who I will write for

CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Laughing jack

Jason the toymaker

Nina the killer

Jane the killer

Homicidal liu

Ticcy toby

BEN drowned [he is a child character]

Sally [she is a child character]

[You can ask other creepypastas and i will tell you if i know them enough to feel comfortable writing them.]

SLASHER

Michael Myers [OP or RZ version, specify please]

Bubba Swayer

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger [OP version]

Otis Driftwood

Hannibal Lecter [OP version]

Asa Emory / the collecter

Jesse Cromeans / chromeskull

[You can ask for others I will tell you if im comfortable writing for them]

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[littleoddwriter]

Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)

Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[living-dead-author]

Welcome to my third blog I’m Vance and my main is @slasher-male-wife. I’m using this blog to post my nsfw content. Please read the rule and character list below before requesting anything.

Masterlist

Do not interact if you are

Proshippers

Republicans/conservatives

Terfs, transmed, transphobic in general

Radfems

Under 18

Ed blog

Homophobic

If you fetishize any LGBTQ identity

Will write for

Most kinks (If unsure just ask)

AFAB, GN, Transmasc reader (As of right now I'm not confident in my writing ability for AMAB bodies)

Head canons

One shots

Poly characters x reader

Yandere characters

Fluff

Sub reader

Iffy

Oral

Hard kinks (More willing to write them if they're in a more 'kind' or 'loving' way)

Degrading kink

Daddy/Mommy kink (This could become a no go)

AMAB reader

CNC

Female reader

Public stuff

Semen (Excessive talk of this is a no go)

Reader giving penetration (Anal, oral, vaginal)

Dom reader

Never will write about this

NSFW things for underage characters

Reader receiving anal or penetrative sex outside of oral

DDLG/ABLD/Anything ageplay related

Bathroom kinks like scat, piss, vomit

Dehumanization

Heavy degrading

Anything non-con

Fingering

Feet (Boot/heel/whatever kind of shoe worship is ok)

Breeding

Detrans

Characters

Horror characters

Black Christmas: Billy Lenz

Halloween: Michael Myers (og or rob zombie), Corey Cunningham

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop top Sawyer, Vanita "Stretch" Brock

House of wax: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Behind the mask: Leslie Vernon

House of 1000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

The Lost boys: David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne, Michael, Star

The Black phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

Spree: Kurt Kunkle

Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees

Child's play: Tiffany Valentine

Re-animator: Herbert West, Dan Cain

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Jill Tuck

Candy man: The Candy man/ Daniel Robitaille

31: Doomhead

Psycho: Norman Bates

My bloody valentine: Harry Warden

Hannibal nbc: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Near dark: Severen

Laid to rest: Jesse Cromeans

Martin: Martin Mathias

The Collector: Asa Emory/The Collector

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

The Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Dead by Daylight

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Pyramid head

Any slasher listed in the above section that is in dbd

Interview with the vampire 1995

Lestat De Lioncourt

Louis De Pointe Du Lac

Misc. Characters

Johnathan Crane/Scarecrow (DC, based off Cillian Murphy portrayal)

[the-gory-gardner]

Blog Intro and Info

Slasher’s I Write:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Michael Myers/The Shape

Jason Voorhees

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Evan MacMillan/The Trapper

Slasher OC’s:

Persephone Duncan /The Caretaker (Spouse and Killing PartnerOf Jesse Cromeans)

Ivy & Ian Cromeans- Duncan (Twin Children of Jesse Cromeans & Persephone Duncan)  (Age Varies Between Baby-Child & Teenager)

Honey Reynolds (Spouse of Asa Emory)

Agnes Emory (Daughter of Asa Emory & Honey Reynolds) (Age Varies Between Baby-Child & Teenager)

Rosemary Douglas/The Northeast Reaper (Adopted Daughter of Owen Douglas)

Owen Douglas/The Northeast Butcher

Artemis Russell/The Beast

Malachi Grey/The Dollmaker

Lunette Scott (Girlfriend of Malachi Grey)

Jonathan West/The Huntsman

Katrina Evans (Girlfriend of Jonathan West)

Samuel Baker Jr/ The Manic

Olive Ryder (Is a Child OC So only platonic Request)

Cassidy Brooks

What I Do Writer:

- Headcanons

- Drabbles

- Slasher x Reade

- Slasher x OC

- Male x Female

- Gender Neutral Reader

- Non-Descriptive Reader Unless Requested Otherwise

What I don’t Write:

- Non/Con

- Underage

- Watersports

- Age Play (Non Sexual Or Otherwise)

- Incest (May allude to such abuse in a characters past but will not write characters doing similar acts)

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Smutty Valentines: Day Nine

Cyber sex with Jesse Cromeans

Jesse cromeans x reader

Fem! Reader

Warnings: morally grey reader, established relationship between you and Jesse, lingerie (on reader), yall recording yourselves getting off for each other, pet names (Jesse calls reader angel) male and female masterbation

The black satin sheets on your shared bed did nothing to help you ease your anxious wait for your early morning video calls with your boyfriend. You are well aware of the dangers of Jesse's job and how there's always the fear of the cops finally catching up to him or him dying from a potential piggy.

The lace lingerie on your body was a secret gift that you wanted to show Jesse to help him push through the end of his most recent trip. The black lace had skulls on each of the breasts and a smaller one on the front of your thin thong. The leather garter belt on your thighs made the lingerie fit perfectly.

You knew you looked sexy because you felt sexy wearing the set because of the thought of Jesse's reaction to seeing you wearing his symbol onto your lingerie. Through your time dating Jesse, you know that he would think you're stunning in whatever you wore but you wanted to be your best.

Your laptop ringed as you quickly accepted Jesse's call, seeing your reflection on your computer screen. Jesse's masked face popped up on the other side as he used his phone to "talk" to you.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, angel. I'm trying to get back to you as soon as I can."

The robotic voice of his phone speaks to you. You can feel his eyes stared at your body as you tried to fight back your arousal but failing as you feel a wet spot form onto the crotch of your thong.

"I missed you too, Jesse. I noticed you enjoyed my new outfit. I noticed that you've been stressed during this trip so I got this to help encourage you to push through the trip and come back home to me."

As you finished speaking, you moved your laptop onto your desk before backing up enough for him to see your lingerie. A low groan could be heard from your laptop before you sat down onto your chair.

"They even have a special something on them as well."

You leaned forward to show him the skulls inside the lace. Hearing a faint typing sound from Jesse's phone, you eagerly waited to hear his opinion. The black sleeveless undershirt he had on deliciously showed off his tonned torso and arms as you bite your bottom lip.

"It looks amazing on you. I can't wait to be home to rip them off of you."

The robotic voice talked as you hear him move around and the soft sound of fabric hitting the floor. Your eyes darken as you see the camera move further back, seeing his erected cock leak a bit of precum.

You slowly strip out of your clothes in front of him, occasionally hearing quiet breaths as his large hand wrapped around his shaft. Your arousal was in full view as you parted your legs to show him how much you missed him.

Using the sound of his deep groan, you proceeded to slide your smaller hand over your labia, parting the skin to access your aroused clit- rubbing the bundle of nerves before letting a groan out yourself. Jesse's hand pumped his member faster as you inserted a digit into you.

Sounds of the both of your moans filled each other's rooms as the both of you were deep in a lustfully fantasy of being together. You imagined Jesse's larger fingers stretching you out deliciously while he imagined your smaller, more gentler hand jerking his cock off.

"I'm close, Jesse. Let's cum together."

Your voice had a tone of sexual desperation to it, causing Jesse to nod rapidly in response to your idea. He couldn't wait to see you when he comes home, wanting to cum on or in you instead of on his hand.

It was uncertain if you came first or of Jesse did. The sounds of both of your lustful moans filled each other's rooms as the both of you rode out your highs together. Beads of sweat coated your skin as you panted softly, moving your hands away from your stimulated pussy.

You hear the soft sounds of Jesse typing onto his phone once he cleaned his hand off with some napkins. Silence filled the air before you heard the robotic voice echoed to your Webcam.

"I will be home tomorrow night. I want you in your new set when I arrive and i will reward you."

You nodded in response to him before the both of you gave your goodbyes and hang up the video call.

[sp00kworm]

Butterfly

Pairing: Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull x Female Reader

Warnings: Slasher horror and gore

A/N: This fic is blocked from the tags but please enjoy! Reblogs are always appreciated. Gif is by me.

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His home was lonely. Jesse looked at the clock, his eyes burning with the need to sleep, but his mind racing. It was late. Approaching eleven o’clock. He’d had to work today. His company didn’t run itself, and there was a lot of accounting and management to do outside of his little hobby. Jesse looked away from the clock and stretched his jaw, the bone clicking from where he was cracked around the face with the bat. The bone had healed rather easily, but it hurt from time to time. His face, that was mauled. He wasn’t the stud he used to be. Handsome, a straight jaw and high cheekbones. Cynically, he snorted at the picture on the mantle he had of him and his late wife. Mrs Cromeans clutched at his arm at some high-class party, her red lips spread in a smile to match Jesse’s smirk. The second was him kissing at her cheek as she pushed him away. Sentimental. He was feeling sentimental. He didn’t hate his wife. She was convenient. A life outside of his hobby. Pretty. He didn’t even know she was pregnant. The police informant he had revealed the death report tentatively to him. The unborn child inside her wasn’t old enough to be saved. An accident he never expected to occur. He’d been gone nearly 4 months, and she was pregnant. He didn’t remember a message, but then he tended to let Spann handle such things. He probably ignored it. Jesse stood from his black leather couch and walked to the mantle.

He took the picture in his hand. His face was partially cut off, the camera focused on his wife and her smile. Jesse looked at it before he leaned over and threw it on the fire. The glass shattered with the force of hitting the logs and the frame quickly burst into flames, black paint peeling off the wood as it crackled and snapped. The photos disappeared into curling pieces of charcoal and he watched the frame burn with a certain amount of upset. Sentiment, he reminded himself, as he pushed himself away from the mantlepiece and touched the tattoo on his chest. The shaded skull stared back at him with hollow eyes. It was a reminder of the urges he had. With a sigh, he touched at his arms and traced the patterns of screaming, swirling ghouls all the way down to his wrist before daring to stand up a little bit straighter. He reached for the laptop of his coffee table and opened a chat window with Spann. It took a moment for the secure connection to open properly.

 Spann’s face appeared in the bottom corner, her tired eyes looking at him through the camera. She was still sat in the office, but she gave him a smile, “What can I do for you, Sir?” She asked as she shuffled the paperwork away.

Jesse made sure his face was out of frame, ‘Make sure there is a clean-up crew on standby.’

Spann peered at the text, “Of course, Sir. Where are you heading out to?” She asked curiously as her fingers whipped across the keyboard lightning fast, “You’ve been in Hollywood for a while now, have you finally taken a fancy to someone? You’ve not been as active as you once were.” She smiled, sickly sweet and twisted, just like she always did.

‘Just have the crew ready. I will text if I find something.’

“Of course. Have fun, Sir.” Spann nodded and he closed the chat window before disconnecting from all the rerouting services and opening the internet to have a look for a bar that suited his fancy. Something exclusive so he didn’t have to sit and be gawked at by people that could well lose their eyes. His good eye roved the names of bars before he spotted a club. He recognised the name. A mob boss run thing, he was sure, but it would mean he didn’t get stared at with a knife on his hip underneath his jacket. Perfect. Jesse snapped his laptop closed and headed upstairs for a shower and to get appropriately dressed up.

 The hot water eased his sore back, but it hurt on the sensitive skin of his face. He covered his face with a hand to his forehead as he washed the smell and aches from himself. The soap was sensitive, and he carefully washed his face, making sure to get around his eyes, to avoid any form of gunky infections. Those had been hell when he was laid in the hospital bed recovering. Still, a great deal of more work on his face this past year had made him far more recognisable, but it wasn’t the same. He was still scarred and twisted, his nose looking rather out of place. He ran a finger over the rougher skin, where the scaring was worst, tracing back over his forehead from his eyebrow. They had managed to graft new muscle and replace areas that were damaged. He felt more human now, but nothing would ever replace how he used to appear. Still, Jesse had paid good money for his better face, and he would be damned if he didn’t use it a little. He turned off the shower and dripped in the wet room for a moment before he wrapped a towel around his waist and pulled his razor out to sheer the hair from his head. It was therapeutic. Jesse leaned over the water to catch the hair on the back of his head before he held his jaw and angled the mirror to check his face. Nothing grew anymore, but that didn’t stop him checking.

 He turned the mirror to his face and stroked the newly constructed nose. It had been four months of healing this time around. Plastic surgery galore. He’d had mountains of work since his run in with Princess’ little friend. He almost resembled a person. Still, he was scarred, and his eyebrows no longer grew hair along with his jaw. He was still blind in one eye, the brown eye cloudy. Jesse plucked his eyepatch from the shelf and replaced it before brushing his perfect teeth. He had paid too much money for most of himself to neglect it. He towelled himself off and walked from the bathroom to his room, stark naked, stretching his back before he plucked out his designer black shirt, trousers, and jacket. Once he was dressed, he pulled on his oxfords and pulled his case from underneath the floorboards. Jesse undid the latches and peered inside. The chrome skull stared back at him, along with the polished knives he used to remove pieces of his victims. The box of gloves sat nestled in the top corner but he didn’t put any on for the time being, letting his tattooed hands breathe. He pushed his fists together and looked at the two words. The words ‘FEAR’ and ‘PAIN’ looked back at him. With a final adjustment of his cufflinks, he took his wallet from the nightstand and left his house, activating the alarm and locking the door before he opened his Chrysler 300 and slid into the roomy interior. The engine roared to life before he pulled away from the drive. Jesse rolled down the tinted window before he pushed his middle finger out of it, flagging the neighbours who glared at him from their windows.

 The bar was half of a club with the back for exclusive clients, which ranged from those involved in mob work, to celebrities. Jesse tugged at the breast of his jacket as he let the eager doorman take his car around the back. He stopped him with a finger in the air and he unlocked his phone and typed into the speech app.

‘Open the trunk or my glovebox and I’ll have your fingers, bellboy.’

“Yes, Sir.” He swallowed as he climbed into the Chrysler, pulling it away smoothly into the back of the club. Jesse looked around, his silver mask shining in the gaudy lighting. The mob knew him. He was the one who moved the weapons through his shelter companies. He took care of some of their business, butchering people like pigs for them when they took his fancy, and in, exchange, they let him have his pick of their girls for his games. He stepped through the door and a bouncer waved at him from the curtain separating the areas. The bar went around both sides, but no one could see through the curtains. Jesse walked through the bar, passing a group of women in lingerie as the bouncer let him through the other side.

“Good to see you again.” He grunted, looking up at the man as he drew out his phone.

‘Did you miss me?’ Jesse snarked through the automatic voice.

“You’re hardly any trouble.” He tipped his head towards a booth, “Make yourself at home.”

Jesse walked past him and headed for his table, pulling the curtains back before he placed his briefcase down and slid inside, sighing with the low lighting. He relaxed back against the cushions and reached for the mask over his face. With a hum, he pushed his thumbs into the mild adhesive and plucked the piece of chrome free with a twist underneath his chin in order to apply a new layer.

 It was quiet at this side of the bar, the curtains blocking out a lot of the noise and the people that he didn’t want to look at. Exclusive. Jesse ran his fingers over the leather of the couch and hummed at the quality before he tucked his case beside him. The knife strapped beneath his jacket wasn’t going to cause any problems here. Jesse pulled the case around and listened as the curtains rustled beside him. He was used to this. The silver skull turned to face the red fabric and Jesse lounged back on his seat as it parted to reveal the curious face of the bartender. He smiled behind his mask at the professional wear, a shirt and bowtie on. His eyes roved lower behind the black material over his eyes, looking at the short skirt attached. Perfect. He greedily took in the sight, laid back against the cushioning, and slid his phone from his pocket.

 You nervously parted the curtains of the exclusive booth and poked your head inside. Great, you thought as you slid the notebook from your pocket, holding your pen in your hand as you tried not to stare at the silver mask leering ominously back at you. His head dipped to look at your legs, admiring the view.

“What can I get you, Sir.” You asked, pen poised to write on the paper, “Any food or are you just drinking?”

The man in the mask didn’t respond, but his fingers whizzed across the keyboard of the phone, typing out something across the screen. He turned the screen to show you the words, ‘Drink. A bottle of bourbon. The one at six hundred.’

“Okay. Do you want a glass and ice?” You asked carefully, watching as he tilted his masked face.

His fingers clicked rapidly across the keyboard again, ‘Two ice cubes. Crystal tumbler.’

You had his sort before, “Of course, Sir.” You ducked back out and replaced the curtains before you headed back towards the bar to grab the expensive, six-hundred-dollar bottle of bourbon whiskey.

 Jesse watched you through a small parting in the curtain, eyes following your backside as you returned to your colleague at the bar. He made sure to drop the curtain back into place as you turned from the bar and headed back towards him.

 “Your drink, and your glass.” You placed the bottle and the tumbler down in front of the chrome-faced man and watched his tattooed fingers twitch against the leather as he leaned over to inspect what you had brought him.

Lazily, he took hold of the bottle neck, and peered at the label before he nodded and typed rapidly on the phone again, ‘Thanks. Run along, Piggy.’

You nodded and left his booth alone, catching a glimpse of tattooed hands pouring a drink as the red curtain closed behind you.

“Rude asshole.” You muttered under your breath as you headed back towards the bar, where you were needed on the other side, with the normal clientele of the bar. They were perhaps worse than the questionable celebrities and mobsters of the exclusive side, but you could cope with serving the sex workers and incredibly drunk men.

 Joe gave you a look of concern as you came back through the curtain. He was an old man and had worked at the bar since he was young. He knew the sorts that tended to frequent the establishment. He leaned over towards you as you threw some glasses in the box for cleaning.

“Don’t fuck with that one.” He whispered, “The Boss doesn’t like him here, but he puts up with it. Rumour is he’s a bit of a knife for hire. Tends to get those jobs that required someone gutting for a video.” Joe scowled and rubbed at his moustache, “Stay far away and keep him happy with drinks.”

“Thanks, Joe.” You uttered before you served a beer, “What’s with the mask?”

Joe shook his head, “Best not to ask.” He then left you alone as you pulled pints of beer for a group. It wasn’t long before you swapped again into the back, smiling as you peered at the booths. You frowned as the curtain to the stranger’s flickered and he waved his hand before he curled his finger towards himself and pushed the phone through.

“Come here.” The automated voice called ominously, and you took a deep breath before you opened the bar door and headed towards the booth again, your notepad in hand. You parted the curtain and smiled at the mysterious man.

 What you saw shocked you a little. He’d taken the mask off, revealing his scarred face to you. You tried not to stare, you really did. Awkwardly, you maintained the smile as he stared up at you, brown eyes dark as though he was daring you to say a word. One was covered with an eyepatch.

The phone clicked away before the screen was presented, ‘Entertain me.’ The voice was absent this time.

You read the words and frowned, “I can offer you a food menu or a different drink, Sir.” You replied quietly, dreading the next words that were going to come out of his mouth, “Unfortunately we don’t have any live music…and other options are not in my job description.”

Tattooed fingers curled against the leather before he grinned, exposing, bright, white teeth in a vicious smile. His chest jumped before he gave out a breathy, long chuckle. He curled his finger again for you to properly step into the booth.

He typed on the phone again before holding it up for you to see, ‘I don’t want you to suck my cock. Sit. Talk.’

Suddenly, you felt a little bit stupid, “Talk? What about?” You were still suspicious of the man.

‘Your boss. He owes me something. I want to know more.’ He turned the phone back to himself and typed again, ‘Ever mention ChromeSkull?’

 Suddenly, you realised who he was. The personalised plates out the back of the bar, and the chromed mask in his lap. This was a dangerous man. Still, he was very capable of ending you now, with no one there to see.

“He doesn’t talk about business in the bar.” You swallowed nervously, “He only said he hoped he never saw your face in here again.” Your gut dropped as you realised either way, you might die.

‘Thanks, sweet thing.’ He typed and showed you before continuing, ‘Call me Jesse.’ You watched his face smile again and suddenly you realised that once he was very handsome. It looked like acid or chemical burn scarring. The mob liked to disfigure people as pay back sometimes, but you had an inkling his weren’t inflicted by the mafia.

‘What’s your name?’ He pushed the screen before your eyes as his fingers danced over the leather.

You cleared your throat and told him, “So are you here for payback?”

‘Something like that.’ He replied on screen, ‘Better company this time.’

Flattering but you still wanted out of the conversation. There wasn’t an opportunity to, however, because as you stood up to straighten yourself out, your boss walked into the booth.

 Judgemental eyes roved you up and down, spotting you playing with your skirt. Jesse was quick to turn and replaced his mask, before your boss could see, the medical adhesive painted along the seams and the area of his nose. He turned back to look at Antony, the owner, with the haunting black eyes of the chrome skull mask peering through him.

“Making yourself at home with my staff?” Antony shot as he pulled a cigarette from between his lips, his face twisted with a glare, “Pretty sure you’re not welcome here anymore.” He dragged a hand through his slicked back, brown hair and snarled viciously before he returned the cigarette to his lips for another nervous drag.

Jesse’s mask tilted before he pointed a finger through the curtains and let the automated voice speak for him, “Justin had no issue letting me in, Antony.” He continued, “Plus, you owe me.”

“If this is about that fucking weapons crate again. I swear to God I didn’t know it was rigged to blow.” He dragged on his cigarette again.

“You lost me a factory, Antony.” The automatic voice droned hauntingly, “And I still haven’t had the compensation.”

“You’ll get your money, shit face.” Antony’s hand twitched for his jacket.

 You panicked as Antony took a seat across from Jesse, his fingers steepled under his chin. It was tense, and you began to panic as Jesse loomed over in the man’s personal space. He was a giant, solid wall of power, and you instinctively took a step back.

Antony clicked at you, “Drinks. Pour them. One for our guest here too.” You nodded and dashed for another glass for Antony before shakily taking the bottle in your hand and pouring both of them shots.

Jesse ignored the drink as he took his silver briefcase and slammed it on top of the table. The wood shuddered under the force of the blow and you jumped as he snapped open the clips.

“Put your fucking knives away, Cromeans.” Antony scoffed.

Jesse slid his first, sharp hunting knife free from his hip and you swallowed as he took a camera from the case. The device had a stand that clipped to his shoulder and he snapped the little tripod on before tapping the top. A red light blinked on. Recording.

“Oh, so you’ve come for something to play with?” Antony laughed, “There’s a toy stood right next to you. Be my fucking guest!” He exclaimed.

 You gave a squeak as Jesse’s large hands grappled you by the waist, dragging you into his lap, your legs pinned between his own as he breathed down your neck. He trapped you as he reached for the box of black nitriles in his case. Methodically, he peeled one free at a time and tugged them over the black tattoos covering his hands. The black nitrile traced the edge of one knife before he span it once, twice, and then placed the edge of the blade against your neck. Your breath caught in your throat at the cold press of metal against your soft skin. His other hand trailed over the skin, his hot breath tickling your ear before he swiped the knife up and dragged the sharp side through your hair. You listened to him inhale before, tauntingly, he made a kissing noise next to your ear. The blade was replaced against your throat as he typed on the phone once more.

“I catch my own fish.” The voice droned before Jesse shook the phone teasingly in front of you, showing you the text he had typed out, ‘Though I don’t think I want to play with you, piggy. You’re too much of a deer.’

Antony scowled, “What the fuck does that mean…” He howled in agony as Jesse flicked the blade around again and slammed it through his hand. The fingers twitched before he drew his other knife and sliced the appendages free, pinning you in place with his legs as he watched blood spurt over the wood.

 Shock. You felt your heart burn as you wiggled backwards, closer to the killer’s chest before he peeled you free from his lap and dropped you back into the booth. Gruffly, Jesse slammed his bloodied hand over Antony’s mouth.

‘This piggy should have stayed home.’ His phone droned, again and again as the giant stood up, touching the tip of the hunting knife as he admired the shine of blood over the cold steel. With another flourish, he turned the saw half downwards and wrestled Antony over the wood, pinning him with a slam of his head before he dragged the saw downwards and watched skin and muscle part. He paused when Antony passed out and left the knife embedded in the man’s wrist as he looked back at you.

‘Look away.’ He typed with his clean hand. You did as you were asked, fear making you want to cry. He sawed the hand free and looked at the hand left, pinned to the table before he pealed his gloves free and brushed the bottom of your chin.

 “Look alive, sunshine.” The voice chittered, “Get moving.” It continued.

You opened your eyes and Jesse was quick to turn you away from the mess over the table.

“Up. Walk. Back exit.” The phone said. With a shuddering sigh, you got up. Jesse’s mask tilted before he offered his arm. You hooked your arm through his and almost cried as he shut the curtains and blocked you from the view of the other bar staff with his towering figure. His video was still recording.

“Why did you…” You were cut off by a sharp grip.

Jesse didn’t speak until you were both outside, his keys in one hand, snatched from the storage and  his phone held up to you in the other, “I taught them a lesson. They don’t fuck with me and get away with it.” He offered before he dragged you over to his car. You looked at the custom plates and the expensive brand. He laid his briefcase on the bonnet and sighed as he peeled free the chrome covered mask. Beneath was the same as before, heavily operated on with taught skin. A few scars were deep and heavy. His eye that was previously covered with an eyepatch was open, revealing itself as almost blind, the brown iris milky and covered. Still, he wasn’t a monster, just disfigured and evidently, through all the surgery, unhappy about what had occurred.

 “Staring is rude.” The phone whirred, “Should be staring elsewhere, sugar tits.”

You felt yourself go red, “You just killed a man! You don’t have any right to flirt with me after you just made me an accessory to murder!” You flew off the handle, “And now you’re taking me out back to end me too!”

Jesse grinned, white teeth clenched together dangerously as his knife curled and span idly, looking you up and down. He held up the phone nonchalantly, “No I’m not. I’m taking you home.”

“You…You’re joking.” You took a step backwards only for him to grab you once again, breathing in the smell of your hair as his knife traced down your chest. With a flick of his wrist he popped a button off your shirt.

His phone appeared in front of you again, ‘Home address.’

You swallowed and repeated your address for him quietly. He hummed behind you, the knife disappearing before he turned you to face him. His face dipped down to meet yours as he laid a single kiss over your lips.

‘Let’s go for a ride, baby.’

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Tilo, if I can tempt you just a bit, what do think about this idea: Jesse and Asa with their spouse who can manipulate people and things with their mind? Like telekinesis but more distructive and dangerous

☆ Totally tempted with your requests! As always, seeing you around brings a smile to my face <3 ☆

-> Summary: Jesse x Asa x GN!Reader with telekinesis.

I think Reader's gender is not specified. Romantic, Poly relationship.

-> Warnings / Triggers: Mentions of killing, torture, sexual innuendos (everything is SFW). Nothing is too explicit but, howhever, I recommend you not reading it if you're sensible.

Please, tell me if you find any mistake!

▪︎They both sure know how to appreciate a rare specimen

▪︎They LOVE to see you in action. The way your eyes turn blank and your voice commanding as your victim's face pales and starts trembling. They're literally head over heels within a second.

▪︎Jesse is really turned on with it, he begs you to use it on him (please, DON'T). This man has hundreds of kinks and by not doing one of them he's not going to die I promise you. Not in the mood for writing explicit stuff right now, sorry!

▪︎Asa, on the other hand, just needs a second to put a knife on your throat and grunt a low "Don't you fucking dare" in your ear if you mention the mind controlling him thing.

▪︎If you're fine with killing they'll be more than happy to bring you with them, enjoying every one of your tactics. You help them and they can watch you work, it's a win-win deal.

-> Helping Asa

▪︎Asa loves bringing you to his night plans, whether it's catching his new pet or torturing the ones he already has.

▪︎This way you can help also him try his new traps

▪︎The fact that you can order the unwanted ones to kill themselves in the most macabre ways and they will always obey.

▪︎And how you can make them scream and beg for their life between whimpers without even laying a finger on them

▪︎Or how you will always defend him, no matter if you need to throw knives directly to his enemy's head or just taking them into the air and choke them to die while they swing their legs for nothing.

▪︎It always has him smirking under his mask as he watches every show with bright eyes.

-> Helping Jesse

▪︎It's hard to convince Jesse to bring you to his job, but if you insist for weeks he'll end up accepting.

▪︎He prefers to have you in the back, watching, so you don't get hurt by accident.

▪︎In the killing part he is more reluctant to your presence but, in the chasing part, he adores your help

▪︎The way you can grab people using your power and drag them to you as if they're tied to an invisible string. Marvelous.

▪︎But, please, leave the killing part to him. As much as he loves your work he does enjoy having his fun too.

-> Saving their asses

▪︎It wouldn't be the first time you save their asses from the police.

▪︎Whenever a police detective is close to their hideout or to their identity, you are quick to remove both their memories and their existence.

▪︎On one ocassion, Jesse made some mistakes with a victim due to his urgency and the person ended up escaping. They reached the nearest police station and, because of the help of judges and the international police, they became an untouchable and unapproachable person.

Jesse's identity and life were in danger but, as soon as he told Asa and you, you headed to where the victim resided with fierce eyes.

It didn't take much to kill every cop around and make a nightmare out of everyone's life around. Then, you ordered the victim to follow you and so you gave them to Asa without hesitation. He surely would have fun with them.

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p3ryton's slasher fic masterlist

I mostly write for slashers and clone wars, but I'm new to posting my fics on here, so I'll be adding to this list as I go. These will all be reader inserts (female reader unless specified otherwise), but the separate list I'll make for my clone wars fics will be with ocs.

Slashers

Brahms Heelshire x Reader:

Fit Right In

Naughty

Bo Sinclair x Reader:

Mama's Boy

Reclamation

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull x Reader:

The Man Without a Face

Sugar and Spite

Vincent Sinclair x Reader:

Breaking the Silence

Second Chances

Michael Myers x Reader:

The Girl Who Laughs

Clingy

Billy Lenz x Reader:

Call Me Maybe

House Call

Lester Sinclair x Reader:

No Place Like Home

Bubba Sawyer x Reader:

Bone-a-Fied Lover

A Real Mouthful

Jason Voorhees x Reader:

Domesticity

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader:

Caught

Daniel Robitaille x Reader:

Say My Name

Norman Bates x Reader:

Routine Maintenance

Asa Emory x Reader:

Performance Art

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💀~Introduction~💀

18+ BLOG- My writing is not advised for the underage ones, so approach carefully.

Welcome to a whole new world of Erotica/Romance Horror where our Kryptonite are Big Slasher Men who could maim us and that we love so much.

Horror movie and serial killer/crime documentary enthusiast with a steak for the dark and the obscene.

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~My Novels~

The Asylum - Monster Erotica (Diabolik Lovers Series)

Next Door Stalker - The Neighbour

Primal Instinct: A Stockholm Syndrome Love Story

Cyber Killer: Horror Erotica DARK WEB SERIES 1

Sugar, Sugar! Oh, my Daddy!~: A Sugar Daddy Erotic Thriller

Under the Alaskan Moon: A Dark Erotica about Two Souls Connecting into the Winter Wonderland

Liquor Series: Whiskey Kisses: An Erotic Lesbian Short Story

The Ouija: A Halloween Erotica Special (Diabolic Lovers Series)

Tempting Lust: Behind closed doors Series #1

Name: Bianca

Age: 25

Nationality: Romanian

Favorite Slashers: Chromeskull, The Collector, Ghostface, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Harry Warden

Favorite Horror Movies: Laid to rest, The Collector/The Collection, SAW series, Wrong Turn Series, House of 1000 corpses, Friday the 13th, Halloween, Scream

~Masterlist with Canon Slashers~

~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

~Rules for Requests~ (CLOSED AT THE MOMENT)

Who I write for:

Freddy Krueger from A nightmare on elm street

Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th

Michael Myers from Halloween

Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt/Jedidiah Sawyer from Texas the chainsaw massacre

The Collector (Asa Emory from) The Collector movies

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)/Preston/Spann from Laid to Rest movies

Harry Warden from My bloody valentine

Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Stu Macher) from The Scream movies

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal the TV Show

Brahms Heelshire from The Boy movie

Norman Bates from Psycho

The Creeper from Jeepers Creeper movies

Bo Sinclair/Vincent Sinclair/Lester Sinclair from House of Wax

1986!Pennywise and The New Pennywise from IT movies

The Djinn from Wishmaster movies

The Three Killers from You’re Next 2011 movie

Mark Hoffman/Amanda Young/John Kramer/Logan Nelson from SAW movies

Pinhead from Hellraiser movies

Tiffany Valentine from Bride of Chucky

Jennifer Check from Jennifers’ Body movie

Baby Firefly/Otis B. Driftwood from House of 1000 Corpses/The Devils Reject/3 from Hell

Carrie White from Carrie movies

John from He’s out there 2018

Candyman (Daniel Robitaille) from Candyman movie

Victor Crowley from Hatchet movie series

Chucky Human Form from Childs Play

Yautja from Predator

Xenomorph from Alien

The Legion (Frank Morrison/Joey) from Dead by Daylight

The Trapper (Evan MacMillan) from Dead by Daylight

Ghostface (Jed Olsen/Danny Johnson) from Dead by Daylight

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo) from Dead by Daylight

Jacob Goodnight from See no evil movies

Jack Torrance from The Shinning

Patrick Bateman from American Psycho

The Other from Hell Fest 2018

BONUS!: I also write for my Horror/Slasher Original Characters which you can find into ~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

What I write:

I write SFW and NSFW

I do Headcanons and Reader Inserts

I write Male x Female, but also Male x Male or Female x Female

I can write Threesomes like Male x Female x Male, Male x Male x Male etc.

I can also do something like Slasher x Slasher.

I can do all sorts of stuff like BDSM, Gorish, Non-Con.

When it comes to sexual NSFW all characters must be 18+, no underage.

What I don’t write:

I won’t do Pedophilia stories. Just NO.

Incest also an absolute NO.

Watersports.

What I might or not write, depending on the slasher:

Characters with disabilities/mental illness, mostly because I am not very familiar with them and I don't want to trigger/insult someone that might have them.

Characters with children, mostly because some characters I cannot picture as parents.

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! 🎉

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Masterlist

AO3

Works are gender/body neutral unless stated otherwise. Minors stay away from anything labeled 🔞!

Ongoing / multi-chapter

90 Days (Thomas Hewitt x reader)

COMPLETED

Summary: In exchange for the lives of your friends, you agree to spend 3 months with the Hewitts.

Diabolica (Asa Emory x female oc)

INDEFINITE HIATUS

Summary: She needs a supervisor for her graduate thesis, he needs a teaching assistant - it would be a perfect match, if only they didn’t absolutely despise each other.

The Spider and the Fly (Asa Emory x reader, supernatural-horror AU)

INDEFINITE HIATUS

Summary: You struggle to escape the web. (Limited series, spawned from the Otherworldly Anthology)

Dark Heart (Chromeskull x reader, pirate AU)

INDEFINITE HIATUS

Summary: You’ve captured the interest of a notorious pirate lord, so he reacts appropriately and captures you.

Other works (one-shots, headcanons, gifs) below cut.

Collections

Kinktober 2020 Masterlist 🔞

Kinktober 2021 Masterlist 🔞

Seven Sentences Masterlist

Clue Masterlist

Resident Evil Village ficlets

ABC Mashups

One-shots

Bo Sinclair

Chase 🔞

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“How are you more badass than me?”

Playtime 🔞

Good Behavior 🔞

Take Care of You 🔞

Alaska (angst)

Vincent Sinclair

Soothe (comfort)

Christmas - breakfast

Eat You Up 🔞

Dissertation on Vincent's Face

Thomas Hewitt

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” (angst)

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.” (fluff)

“Are we on a date right now?” (fluff)

Christmas - gifts

Christmas - mistletoe

Sketches

Jesse Cromeans / ChromeSkull (+/- Spann)

Poly!ChromeSpann headcanons 🔞

ChromeSkull (N)SFW Alphabet 🔞

Cheerful s/o headcanons

Devil-in-disguise

Possessive

Sentry (Poly!ChromeSpann)

Soulmate AU - first words

Christmas - insecurity

Christmas - gift (ChromeSpann)

Jacuzzi 🔞

Getaway (Poly!ChromeSpann) 🔞

Flirting

Birthday Shopping

Snow

Asa Emory / The Collector

The Inner Workings of a Madman

Teeth 🔞

7S - teacher/student

Extracurricular (teacher/student, part 2) 🔞

7S - tag

Tag, part 2 🔞

Hawkmoth

Jealousy

Poly!SkullCollector

Cooperative Hunting, part 1 🔞

Cooperative Hunting, part 2 🔞

Cooperative Hunting, part 3 🔞

Joke

Scars

Teasing s/o

The Djinn (Nathaniel Demerest)

Clue - sick/injured

General headcanons

Clue - rough/angry 🔞

Michael Myers

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

Laundry Day 🔞

Brahms Heelshire

See kinktober & 7S lists

Birthday

Jason Voorhees

See kinktober & 7S lists

Hannibal Lecter

Session 🔞

Centerpiece

Harry Warden

“Do you even still love me?” (Angst)

General headcanons

Save a Minecart... Part 1 🔞

Save a Minecart... Part 2 🔞

Soulmate AU (Clue prompt)

The Haunting of Tom Hanniger

Eddie Gluskin

Dad!Eddie headcanons

Cozy (bishoujo)

Ob Nixilis (Magic: the Gathering)

Demon, XL (part 1) 🔞

Appreciation post

Other/misc.

Driver (No One Lives): Confession

Multi-slasher Headcanons

Slashers with an S/O on their period (AFAB reader)

Kink HC - spanking 🔞

Spider-like S/O

Kink HC - degradation 🔞

Purring S/O

Cereal milk

D&D AU

Dear Slashers Masterlist

Main post / roster

Caveat / warnings

The Diagram

Gif sets Masterlist

Slasher Squads

Squads 1

At your house

Honesty

Arguing

Original fiction / OCs

ABC

[slasherheadcanons]

Just some rules

MasterList Oc Masterlist Asks/Requests are closed for right now  Who do I write for: •Michael Myers •Bubba Sawyer •Jason Voorhees •Asa Emory (The Collector) •Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) •More coming later

What will I write: •Male x Female •Male x Male •Reader inserts •Ocs x reader •NSFW and SFW What will I write maybe later on: •Possible in the future Dubcon and or Noncon.

What will I not write: •Pedophile •Incest •Beastiality

Note: I am new to this so please be patient and kind to me. I am just getting used to everything so stories/headcanons maybe a little bad or cringy. Also, I am very anxious to be starting this page. I will work on it but while I do please be patient with me.

[goriestslasher]

Jesse Cromeans meeting his Future Blind!S/O Reader at a bar. A creep keeps bothering her so Jesse just comes up and breaks the guys arm. 😊

Jesse Cromeans x Blind S/O, but of course!

You had come with a friend, the girl soon leaving you. You knew this had been a bad idea as soon as you had stepped in, the booming music near deafening. She led you to the bar only to ditch you for a guy- ‘Jeremy’, as she had so fondly called him.

Disgusting. 

Well, at least you knew the bar well. One you frequented, farther back in the club led to a not so savory place. The music would be quieter there, and the knife that you carried would look much less suspicious. 

With a low grumble, you took your cane and slowly made your way through the familiar club, brushing up against the wall every once in a while to make sure you were still on the right path. 

You make your way to the bar, sliding into your seat with a familiar ease. Bill should be working tonight, a small-time serial killer who took to bartending in his spare time. 

“Hey, if it isn’t Matt Murdock!” Bill, as predicted, came to you immediately as you sat down. A small grin graced your face at his voice.

“Nope. Born blind, not blinded.” The man sighs and snaps his fingers.

“Worth a try. You’re no superhero anyway.” He laughs at his own joke before leaning on the counter. “Are you uh,” he clears his throat, “with someone tonight?” Translation; Did you bring someone with you that you will try to get killed by the men in here or kill yourself later?

“Nah. Had a dumb broad, but she ditched me a while back. Not worth trying to find until last call.” Translation; No, I won’t be drinking, if I don’t find another worthy victim I’ll be following the girl. 

“I’d just leave her tonight, bro.” I hear the telltale slide of metal, the cold soda can hitting my open hand. “There’s a guy out looking for broads and the like.” Translation, tonight the bar isn’t safe.

“He like superheroes?” Will he come after me? 

“You really wanna find out?” Bill walked away. The chair next to me is taken by someone, a man. 

“You come here often?” His voice is nasally and annoying, nearly making you cringe. 

“Frequently.” You sip on your soda, bristling as the man laughed and touched your arm. 

“A sense of humor! I always like that in a partner,” he tells you. You sneer.

“Listen, man, I don’t want-” A clammy hand brushed your waist making you recoil. 

“Listen, sweetheart, maybe we could get outta here, you’d love my place,” He purred, his beer-scented-breath wafted over your face. Jerking back, you frowned deeply, shaking your head. He growled, reaching forward and gripping your arm.

“Get off-” you growled, yanking back. A heavy set of footsteps approach quickly, making you jerk back farther.

“He-” A sickening ‘snap!’ and there was screaming. The bar went quiet compared to the man's howl of pain, a smile finding its way onto your face as the man stumbled back. Nobody came to his rescue- doing what he had was considered breaking protocol. 

You hear clicking, typing on a phone, before the other person walks forward.

“Are you hurt?” A robotic female voice asks, making you tilt your head. You shake your head with a small smirk, brushing yourself off.

"I'm fine, thanks to you." Though now it won’t be nearly as easy to kill him. You hear the new man snap, followed by the drunk idiot being dragged off. “Where are you going with him?” 

“We’ll be taking care of him,” a woman speaks. Not the robotic voice, an actual woman. An amused smirk graces your lips. 

“Good. Too bad though, now I’ll have to find another potential partner.” Bill walks back over to your section of the bar, touching your shoulder. 

“Hey, superhero, you alright?” He asked lightly. The man I was talking to must have been the predator. 

“Peachy.” You turn back to the bar, waiting for Bill to slide you your soda. The other man sits next to you, your heart stuttering ever-so-slightly. He pushes your soda to you slowly. Clicking on the phone comes from his direction again.

“Looking for a fuck?” the voice asks, making you laugh. You shake your head, letting your hand drift down to your knife. 

“I never said that.” The man places a hand on your shoulder, allowing you to feel his figure shake in mirth. 

With a smile and a laugh of your own, you place your hand on his shoulder. Maybe, just maybe, meeting another superhero wouldn’t be so bad. 

[littleoddwriter]

Slashers/Horror Characters Masterlist

Kisses with GN!Reader x Sawyer Brothers

GN!GrimReaper!Reader

Kisses with GN!Reader

GN!Reader, who has Dermatitis/Eczema

GN!Reader, who likes tight-fitting, short clothes (Poly!Asa and Jesse)

GN!Reader, who has BPD

GN!Reader, who sings (Bubba and Vincent only)

Autistic!GN!Reader

Trans!Male!Reader

Male!Reader, who is a librarian (Asa and Bo only)

GN!Reader, who has a lot of piercings and tattoos

GN!Reader, who owns a Pet Bunny (Sinclair Brothers only)

GN!Reader, who is a Cheshire Cat

GN!Reader, who goes back to School (Sawyer Brothers only)

GN!Reader, who knits

Black Eye (GN!Reader)

GN!Reader, who refuses to wear their glasses (Chromeskull and Lester Sinclair only)

GN!Reader, who kills with them

GN!Reader, who wears oversized clothes (Poly!Asa & Jesse)

GN!Reader, who asks to start a Family

GN!Reader, who is Injured by a Victim

GN!Reader, who wants to wait with Sex (Sinclair Brothers)

Trans!Male!Reader w/ a Disorganized Attachment Style (The Collector)

GN!Reader, who picks at their Skin (The Collector)

GN!Reader w/ a Broken Foot (Poly!Asa & Jesse)

GN!Reader, who gets Blind Rage (Asa)

Trans!Masc!Reader w/ a Stomach Bug (Bubba Sawyer)

GN!Reader w/ Panic Disorder (Asa)

Hugs (GN!Reader)

GN!Reader, who calls them Daddy or Sir (Poly!Asa & Jesse) | (mildly) NSFT

GN!Reader, who is trouble seeking (Poly!Asa & Jesse)

GN!Reader, who calls them Daddy/Sir, Part 2 (Mark Hoffman & William Easton)

Trans!Male!Reader, who has ADHD (Asa / The Collector)

Dark Headcanons - GN!Reader, who is a Serial Killer (Jesse/Chromeskull)

Dating Headcanons (GN!Reader; Nubbins Sawyer)

DIY Clothing Headcanons (GN!Reader; Chop Top Sawyer)

No One Can Hurt You When You’re With Me (GN!Reader; Asa Emory)

Soulmates (GN!Reader; Asa Emory)

Mistake (GN!Reader; Jesse Cromeans)

Too Far (GN!Reader; Jesse Cromeans) 

Rest (GN!Reader; Poly!Asa/Jesse)

Missing Piece (Male!Reader; Poly!Asa/Jesse)

Secretly Yearning (Male!Reader; Poly!Asa/Jesse)

Pay Attention (Male!Reader; N/SFW; Poly!Asa/Jesse)

24/7 BDSM relationship (mild N/SFW HCs; Poly!Asa/Jesse)

Vampire!Male!Reader (HC; Poly!Asa/Jesse)

Fvcked Up (GN!Reader; Chucky)

Trans!Male!Reader (Headcanons; Chucky)

Inside Your Walls (GN!Reader; Platonic; Brahms Heelshire)

Male!Reader, who killed his Abusive Mother (Headcanons; Billy Loomis)

Snapping (GN!Reader; Billy Lenz)

Trans!Male!Reader, who was raised by Two Dads (Headcanons; Pavi Largo)

N/SFW HCs (TransMasc!Reader; Asa/The Collector)

GN!Reader, who pretends to be asleep, so they get carried inside (Asa, Sinclair Brothers, Jesse)

Chubby!GN!Reader in fishnets (Mild N/SFW; Asa; Sinclair Brothers; Chucky; Jesse)

Fluff Headcanons (Pavi Largo; GN!Reader)

GN!Reader, who owns a plushie of them (Asa; Billy Lenz; Sinclair Brothers; Jesse)

Don’t Leave (GN!Reader; Asa Emory; Mild Dark Fic)

Disobedience (GN!Reader; Asa Emory; Dark Fic)

Thunder (Vincent Sinclair)

GN!Reader, who leaves Lipstick Stains on their necks (Mild N/SFW; Asa, Billy Loomis; Stu Macher; Sinclair Brothers; Chucky; Jesse)

GN!Reader who hugs them for the first time (Billy Lenz; Leatherface; Nubbins; Chucky; Jesse)

Trust Me (Stu Macher x Male!Reader)

Stu Macher x Short!Male!Reader HC’s

It’s a Date (Stu Macher x Male!Reader)

Black Coffee, Please (William Easton x Male!Reader)

Angst w/ Hopeful Ending Relationship HC’s (Luigi Largo)

GN!Reader, who doesn’t handle Fireworks well (Sinclair Brothers)

N/SFW HC’s with Trans!Male!Reader (Billy Lenz, Billy Loomis and Herbert West)

Not Without You (Billy Lenz x Female!Reader [can be read as GN])

Why Are You Here? (Mark Hoffman & Male!Reader [can be read as GN])

[sp00kworm]

Anything with Chromeskull? I need more of him. 🥺 Pretty please

Pairing: Jesse Cromeans/Chromskull x Female Reader

Warnings: Toxic Relationship

A/N: Hellooooo! I hope you enjoy this, since I was given free reign for my gross thoughts. This is born...Please don’t hate me.

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One Last Kiss 

“Please…Please let me out. I’ll be good. I promise.” You sobbed at you ground your fingernails into the silk interior of the casket. It was pitch black and stiflingly warm. Your own breath was hot as it past your lips. It was claustrophobic and upsetting. You’d been in the box too long. This was for talking back. For thinking you were allowed to do as you pleased. Chromeskull was quick to toss you back in your suffocating pen for a bit of reflection. You were the piggy. He was the captor. That much he had to make clear to you. Tears had wrecked the makeup he had so lovingly applied to your face, and you tried not to let the snot drip down your nose as you banged on the lid and shouted. Your throat was getting hoarse from screaming and crying. You paused banging to rub at your hands. You flinched as his shark knife tapped along the wood before sliding over where your head was.

“Please, Jesse, please.” You begged again from inside the coffin, “I’m sorry.” You sniffled again before his hands slammed on top of the coffin lid.

“Piggy was naughty, wasn’t she?” The phone croaked against the wood.

 Fear laced through your stomach before you looked up and watched Jesse’s finger slam through the wood, poking free a peeping hole for himself. You wondered if you were going to die, gutted in a coffin before Chromeskull killed your lips and left you to rot.

“This wouldn’t have happened if piggy stayed home.” The phone continued with broken words from women, their voices hoarse and cracking.

“Please, Jesse, I’m sorry.” You cried again as you looked up through the peep hole. Jesse’s masked face appeared over the top of the coffin A black eyehole looked down before his hand covered the light. His camera snapped free and you sniffled again before he moved his black nitrile away and revealed the lens pointed inside the coffin. He sighed from above the wood and you heard it creak as he laid on top of the coffin, admiring the view through the lens, your running mascara and eyeliner painting your cheeks with black tears.

 “Will you be good now piggy?” The lady voice on his phone droned from above you, “Or are you still feeling bratty?”

You sobbed and choked before replying as his knife slid under the lid and along the soft internal fabric, the blade flashing around your head, “I’ll be good. I will.” You whimpered before the latch slid free and the casket creaked open. You blinked at the dim, yellow bulb overhead and sniffed again as you looked up at Chromeskull. He perched himself on the edge of the coffin and tutted underneath the mask as he reached for his breast pocket. Black nitriles peeled free a tissue from a packet. You moved to grab it from him, but the killer snatched it away before pinning your face in his hand, gripping your cheeks as he rubbed free your streaky mascara and eyeliner. He plucked another one free and let you blow your nose on your own before he gently ran a finger down your face. Your cheek gave way under the path of his finger and you tried not to flinch as he shook your head teasingly.

 His phone appeared next to your face, “Now I have to fix up your face.” It droned, “If you ruin it again.” He snapped his fingers tight against your cheeks, “Then the piggy gets the knife.”

“Yes, Jesse. I’m sorry. Please.” You whispered as you leaned forwards slowly, gripping his suit jacket as you pressed your face against his shoulder. The knife slid along your arm tauntingly as Jesse lowered his chrome coloured mask down to your face. You shuddered and pressed your lips to the cool metal. He huffed underneath you before he slid his finger down between the valley of your breasts. The nitrile squeaked as he dug his finger harshly into your ribs, just underneath the flesh of your left breast. He hummed again as you let out a breathy moan against his collar.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum tonight.” He promised via the phone as he played with the straps of your bra, “I think you best make it up to me.” He chuckled as you nodded against his front. Before you could slide in front of him, Jesse plucked his mask free and turned your head to face him again. You pressed forwards to kiss him on the lips, wondering if it would be your last this time.