#amanda young fluff

[bosinclairsgff]

What the slashers smell like

Warnings: this is realistic lol

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Thomas Hewitt

A/n yes I realize this may be just a bit weird

- He smells like grease, sweat, and a cheap cologne. Of course there’s a hint of iron on him most days buts it’s just faint enough to miss. Bo definitely washes his hair with soap. He also reeks of cigarettes.

- This man is musky I’m sorry. He probably doesn’t shower a lot. His hair is very greasy, all the time. He usually smells like a moldy basement and sweat. With a waxy smell (duh).

- This man smells like blood, sweat, alcohol and a man who hasn’t showered in YEARS. He is stinky sorry girls. He also smells like piss.

- Baby takes better care of herself than Otis does. She smells like alcohol, blood and maybe I cheap perfume she stole from one of her many victims. Something floral.

- She takes regular showers so she’s not stinky. Amanda doesn’t care what shampoo she uses so she probably smells like coconut or vanilla, whatever she found at the store. I say she most likely doesn’t drown herself in perfumes. However there’s slight irony smell about her most days.

- This man smells like a expensive cologne he bought years ago and still hasn’t used it all. Also, he DEFINITELY uses three in one shampoo, conditioner and soap.

- He smells awful. Reeks of death and literal shit. Michael kills humans and animals, he’s stinky guys. He doesn’t know how to take care of his hygiene. His breath is AWFUL to.

- Albert loves being clean and well kept. He showers regularly, brushes his teeth regularly and wears a nice cologne. His cologne smells like old spice.

- Another stinky boy! He does not shower, ever. Maybe he’ll take a bath? I doubt it though. Thomas smells like blood, human shit and pure musk. You know how in cartoons when someone stinks there’s a green cloud? Yeah, that would be him.

[staarboyyy]

quiet morning

amanda young x gender neutral reader

18+ scenarios / characters - minors dni

tags / warnings ; fluff, sleeping with socks, sleepy morning, buffmanda, pervymanda, straddling, teasing

summary ; amanda insists you both sleep in.

word count ; 930

a/n; gets just a liittle spicy near the end, thank you all for your support !! <3

Amanda groaned dramatically as you managed to pry yourself free from her long constricting arms. "Just a few more minutes," She mumbled into her pillow, legs pulled to her chest while you looked down at her with a small smile. Your's fingers began to thread through her messy hair as you stood by the bed, Amanda managing to bundle herself in the blankets to ward off the vile cold. Her hand poked out from the fabric, digits gently wrapping around your wrist.

"I could just pull you in, y'know..." She grumbled haphazardly, tugging slightly to coerce you back into bed.

"I'd like to see you tr-"

Almost immediately, the words were cut off by a loud cackle as your body was thrown off balance by a single hard yank. You scrambled blindly around the sheets, trying to stand once more, but Amanda's arms were the first to meet you, pulling you tightly to her chest. Your heart thrummed against her forearms as she rested her chin on your shoulder, now caging you in the warmth of the blankets and her abstractly long limbs. You wiggled around her grasp to face her, still grinning as your own hands met her face, leaning in to meet her wry eyes and small smile.

"We have things to do, 'Manda."

You mumbled, bumping your forehead against hers gently. You felt her shrug slightly, your thumbs coasting over her pronounced cheekbones as you sighed, shaking your head. Warm comfortable silence meeting you both, your eyes settling shut, still holding eachothers body with reverberating devotion.

"Stay."

Amanda breathes the word, lifting her head to press cool lips against youe warm forehead. You hummed at this, moving your arms to wrap over her long torso with a contented sigh. Her cold hands met one of your thighs, goosebumps gardening over your skin in response; With ease she slid your leg to also wrap over her body, the weight comforting her in an odd manner. You had been absolutely tangled in the morning air, Amanda's fingers gently pressing small patterns into your shoulder as you reveled in the odd tenderness of her you so rarely got to see.

"You wanna get some more sleep?"

Your eyebrows furrowed at her question, eyes focusing on the girl you now wrapped around her. Her arms snaked over your torso, pulling you to her as she sighed, closed eyes opening just enough to catch your questioning gaze. Your fingers messily combed through the loose dark whisps from Amamda's tied up hair, your free hand holding the weight of your chin with a propped up elbow.

"Hoffman isn't showing up today; John said we could use time together," She adds, making your still expression curve into a satisfied one. Her voice came in a low rippling wave, curtained by the sheen morning haze.

Amanda’s hands rubbed over your back, eyes shutting as she basked underneath your warmth and weight. You let your elbows bend, casting your head back onto her chest, fingertips gently fiddling with the fabric of her loose sweatshirt. A soft grey cotton, worn and only able to reach her navel, her jutting hip bones and exposed light happy trail blanketed by loose pajama pants. You paused suddenly when your foot hit hers.

"You sleep with socks on?" You demanded in a whisper, leaning into her face.

For a moment, a confused quirk of Amanda's brow appeared, eyes still closed, but then melted into an amused one. Your hands met the collar of her sweater.

"Yes or no, be honest," Her slow silent laughter grew underneath you, building in her ribs. She hesitantly shook her head no with a pursed smile, making you jump up and swim amongst the ocean of fabrics that swaddled both of you. You pointed hard at her ankles, exposing mismatched black socks. You straddled her, arm extended back in an accusatory stance, eyes glaring down at the other. Amanda's quiet whispers of chuckles now grew to be an audible laugh, throwing you off slightly. It was rare to hear her express such things, and a suprised smile pushed at the corners of your lips. The odd domestic comfortability was something you had both taken fair time to adjust to, yet being able to see and hear truly how content Amanda was in this moment, was a rarity unlike any other. Her hands slid over your thighs, fingertips passing the hem of your shorts with a tilted grin.

"You're gonna judge me for sleeping with socks on?"

"Not judging."

"I can see you judging," Amanda demanded with another drawn out laugh, exhaling from her nostrils as her hands slid up more. Her fingers now teased the legs of your underwear, thumb gently hooking into one of them to keep you positioned on top of her; In truth, she couldn't get enough of this angle.

"You - Uh, know I do it with the best ... Intentions," Your voice faltered as her cold invasive hands became more apparent on your feverent skin. She had to be doing this on purpose, or atleast be aware of the effect her rougher touch had on you - The slightly smug expression she had gave it away.

"Am I making you nervous?" Amanda didn't miss a beat to respond to your hushed voice, her half lidded eyes barreling into yours with a nearly challenging glint.

"Would it be bad to admit that you are?"

This sparked more laughter from the woman, shaking her head as her colder hands slid over your warm legs.

"No, no... I like knowing how flustered I can make you,"

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Close to Her Heart (Amanda Young x reader)

Summary: you surprise Amanda with an unexpected gift

Warnings: surprisingly tame for a Saw fic (and by that I mean this is literally just cutesy fluff with an offhand mention of the traps involved), soft Mandy because I can <3

A/N: I've been binging the movies recently and needed to direct my newest hyperfixation on them into something productive, hence this. I want to start writing for Amanda anyway so I thought I'd try to get a feel for her character first

Amanda was looking over the plans for some of her latest traps when something dropped onto the papers in front of her. She turned towards you, an inquisitive look on her face as she picked up the object. "What is this?"

"It's a necklace!" You replied enthusiastically, a wide grin spread across your face. "I made it myself. Do you like it?"

Her eyes dropped down to the object in her hands. It was indeed a necklace of sorts, with a silver chain and matching clasp in the back. The thing that really caught her eye, however, was the pendant on the end; it was a heart that has been melded and put together by several different pieces of metal. The design was a little crude, sure, but she could tell you put a lot of thought into it.

Tearing her eyes away from the piece of jewelry, she looked up at you with a soft expression. "You... made this? For me?"

You nodded your head eagerly, still grinning. "Yup! What do you think?"

Her hands clutched the necklace tightly, though she was careful not to be too rough so it wouldn't break. "I love it," she whispered in awe, the usual scowl on her face long gone.

Letting out a squeal of joy, your eyes brightened tenfold. "I'm so happy to hear that! I'll let you get back to work now."

Amanda watched as you left her section of the workshop, your step even peppier than usual. She carefully opened up her hands to reveal the necklace again, her hands shaking slightly as she unclasped the back piece and put it on.

Receiving gifts wasn't something she was used to, far from it. And despite John's voice ringing in her head, reminding her not to make any emotional attachments, she just couldn't help but want to wear the necklace everyday, that way she'd always have a piece of you close to her heart.

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[veras1ne]

✮;༉“Slut Me Out.”

Hi doves! I hope you like my new theme <3 I’ve really been feeling the color purple lately but specifically a dullish purple! Swans are my everything though so they’re still here as always. Anyways, I have another Saw fic for you guys, the next fic I post will be Anakin Skywalker!

✰Pairing´ˎ˗📀: Amanda Young x Kramer!Male!Reader

✰ ‧₊˚ Summary 🦢: Amanda was having a very slow day, until you popped inside the workshop. It’s so distracting having such a beautiful enigma in front of you, but maybe a distraction is just what she needed to make her day go faster, her associates son.

✰ ;➛ WARNINGS🫧: THIS IS AN 18+ SMUT FANFIC WORK. I am NOT responsible for the media you read and consume! Your warnings are the following: Smut, Cunnilingus, Age Gap, PIV, Mild Degrading, Fucking On A Table,

Amanda was having a very slow day. John hadn’t given her any tasks, and yet she’d still been put on standby. With no current traps to build and not having to take care of John, she sat sketching out new ideas for future contraptions.

Every once in a while, she would tinker with some scrap pieces of junk that Hoffman had left out. It wasn’t unusual for her to experience one of these days, but what she wasn’t expecting was to see her associate's son, you, enter the workshop.

You weren’t too much younger than Amanda; you were in your twenties, and yet she still saw you as pure, untainted, and unknowing of the vile world. You were exceptionally talented in her eyes, possessing a natural talent for machinery and craftsmanship. The two of you had minimal interactions but were still friendly at that. In fact, you were the closest thing she had to a friend other than your father, John.

Your face held an open innocence and sincerity. You always treated her kindly, despite her less than flattering history with your father's work. If anything, Amanda liked your company, even if you were only around her to get your father a drink of water or his medication when he forgot to take it during the long mornings.

The more time you spent with each other, though, the more you seemed to gravitate towards her, asking John more questions about her and making up useless excuses to see her. You didn’t necessarily agree with your father's method of rehabilitation; in fact, you thought it was wildly distasteful and that his "apprentices" should never have had to become a part of his games, but nothing mattered when it came to Amanda.

It wasn’t like you’d never spoken to Mandy before, but something in your brain made it near impossible for you to even get full conversations out. You were so awkward and timid in every other way; your body language gave off the impression you wanted nothing to do with her, and your tendency to rant and babble made it even harder.Although if it were anyone else, she would have gotten frustrated, she kept a special place in her mind for you, reminding herself that she’s still human. Despite how hard it seemed to be, Amanda couldn’t bring herself to hate you for all the wrong reasons.

You were just too sweet for her to dislike you, and besides, you were a friend of hers and somebody she cherished.Your footsteps echoed as you walked into the cold, concrete room. The air around you was cold, but your body was warm, and your face was slightly flushed from the heat of the sun. You shivered as you crossed the floor. You had your hands shoved into the pockets of your jacket, looking at the ground in front of you as you passed through the room.

When you noticed Amanda sitting at a table with blueprints and metal, you stopped abruptly and gave a sheepish smile. “Hi Mandy.” Her head followed the sound first, her eyes still attentive to the sketches in front of her. She finally raised her head from the paper when you spoke again. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything." You rubbed the back of your neck as you apologized, looking away.

She sighed deeply before giving you a quick smile. “No, not at all. Take a seat if you’d like.” Her hair was up, her mid-length locks of brown hair being exchanged for a short, updo ponytail that was held up by a small clip. It hung loosely in front of her face, framing it perfectly. You sat down next to her, placing yourself directly across from her, your hands clasped together nervously in your lap, your eyes darting from side to side, trying to find something to focus on.

She placed her sketchbook and pencil on her lap. “What can I do for you, stranger?” Her lips curled in an awkward smile that quickly faded, huffing at her own humor. "I'm just trying to find something to do, really. I thought I’d come see my favorite girl.” You smiled, your gaze lingering on her face for a bit longer than necessary before you looked away. “That is so kind of you." She laughed lightly before continuing. “But really, I’m not doing much; John has Hoffman out finding some guy who stole medication from Homeward." Amanda picked up the piece of metal she had been working on and examined it closely before setting it back down on the table.

Your eyes lingered on her smile, a pink flush to your cheeks. “You know, it’s rude to stare at people.” Her voice was laced with lightheartedness, her tone teasing. A lump caught in your throat as you glanced back at her. “It’s just so hard not to stare when you’re so pretty, Amanda.” You leaned forward on your elbows, resting your chin in the palm of your hand.

Her cheeks turned a dark red, and her heart fluttered. Her mouth opened and closed silently. She shook her head softly and said, ‘no’, over and over until she broke the silence between the two of you. “I bet you think that I don’t see the way you stare at me or the way your eyes follow my movements; I see everything." She paused, her gaze locked on yours. “I know that you think of me at night, whenever you get lonely and need company.” She took a breath. “I can fix that." She leaned forward, her arms snaking up your shoulders and stripping you of your warm jacket. You didn’t protest, not even as her cold fingers slid over your skin. She pressed closer, letting her lips graze the shell of your ear. “Let me save you." She whispered against the skin of your ear before placing soft kisses along your jawline, trailing further down until she reached your neck. Your eyes drifted shut in pleasure as she pulled down the collar of your shirt and exposed the skin of your throat. Her lips traced circles around the sensitive spot as she kissed her way down your neck and chest. Amanda’s breathing quickened and her grip tightened as the woman continued to suck the tender flesh and leave marks along the sides of her neck. She gently bit your shoulder before running the tip of her tongue over it, causing you to let out a groan.

Amanda sucked harder, moving lower along the edge of your collarbone and then sucking gently into the hollow there. A whimper left you as she licked a circle around your clavicle, making your chest rise and fall quickly. Your hands clenched tightly into fists as you tried to hold back your moans. “I’ve wanted to make you mine since the day I met you. So pure and kind, what would John say if he saw his precious little boy being dumbed down to  nothing?" Her words made your breath hitch and your words slur. “Please, please. Please don’t stop; please make me feel good.” You begged in a whisper, biting your lip to keep from crying out.

The woman slowly moved upward, kissing along your cheek, down your jaw, across your neck, and finally settling down at your ear. “Anything for you, baby, but what can you do for me?” She took hold of your hands, dragging them slowly up her shirt, groping her boobs, and luring out a whine from her lips. Her chest was warm, making your hands hot and your face flush. Your hands moved down to her loose pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them to the floor. She began taking the rest of her clothes off, revealing her beautiful naked body, covered in goosebumps due to the sudden change in temperature. You grabbed hold of her bare ass, squeezing it softly, pulling it toward you, and rubbing her back, your nails scraping against her smooth skin.

She turned around, swiping everything off the table onto the floor with a large clatter and hopping onto the smooth, cold metal. Her legs wrapped around your waist, holding on tight. Your hands slid up and cupped her breasts, your thumbs massaging them. As you squeezed them slightly, you gasped. Her soft moans sent chills throughout your body. One of your hands traveled down to her thighs, spreading them and exposing her wet pussy.

Your thumb ran the length of her folds, stroking gently against her clit. She arched her back slightly, lifting her hips up and grinding into your touch as she dug her nails into the skin of your arms. Her moans were loud and desperate while your tongue made contact with her folds. She writhed against you, her back arching higher and higher into your touch as her breathing became more labored. “Oh god,” she panted, her fingers gripping your hair, pulling your head upwards, forcing your tongue deeper inside her, your hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her body closer to your mouth. Her fingernails raked your scalp as she squirmed beneath you, bucking her hips as hard as she could.

Her breath hitched and your name escaped her lips before she fell limp in your grasp, gasping harshly for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her body shaking violently. You continued to play with her, stroking the tip of her clit in circular motions, working her through her orgasm. She released a low moan as she came, her entire body shuddering as it worked its way down her body. As her eyes flickered open, they gazed at you with a mixture of lust, passion, and affection. "God, you’re so beautiful,” you breathed out to her as she straddled the table, reaching over and unbuckling your belt.

Her fingers pushed your trousers down, the fabric pooling at your ankles. With gentle fingers, she pushed your boxers down to your thighs, releasing your straining cock from the near-suffocating fabric. She lowered herself slowly over your dick, and you couldn’t help but gasp, your eyes closing involuntarily. “So tight,” you murmured breathlessly, pressing back against her, wanting more. She lifted herself up slightly, allowing you enough room.

She spread her lips wide as she let out a whimper. "God, your cock is so fucking big. I never knew you were such a disgusting little slut for me." Your eyes widened slightly, a small blush creeping across your cheeks as your face grew warmer. “I should’ve known you’d love to be degraded like this. You just love it, don’t you?” she smirked slyly, her husky voice dripping with lust as you ran your hand slowly up and down her stomach, caressing her soft breasts. She wrapped her legs around your waist, forcing your dick deeper inside of her, causing the both of you to let out a deep groan in sync, almost like two puzzle pieces that fit exactly together, your bodies merging and your souls becoming one. She let her head fall back against the metal, putting her arms behind her head as your thrusts quickened. Your teeth grazed her earlobe, nipping lightly as the coils in your stomach tightened. You tugged on her nipples, feeling the heat radiate between her thighs as you began slamming into her, giving her exactly what she desired.

You were in complete control of your body, and yet it felt as if she had taken over your mind, filling your thoughts with her and only her. You gripped her tighter, pumping faster and harder each time you slammed into her, leaving purple bruises as your hips snapped into her pelvic area, and sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. A moan slipped past your lips as Amanda’s grip on your dick tightened, her walls clenching around your cock.

You cried out her name loudly, burying your face into the crook of her neck, your lips trailing up towards her ear. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” She hummed, her voice muffled against your neck and collarbones while her hands found their way to your shoulders. "Mandy, please, I’m going to cum.” Your labored breathing made it hard to understand your words, and your stomach felt tight as your orgasm approached. “I want you to cum inside me; I want to be the one to claim you; taint your mind.” Her words pushed you to the edge, your warm cum spilling into her pussy, leaking out onto her inner thighs. Your body shook as you continued to pound into her, her own orgasm drawing close as you worked her to her second orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Such a good boy, doing all of this for me.” Her stomach snapped, her whines increasing in volume as her body shook uncontrollably, her cries mixing with your grunts.

Her nails dug into your back, her energy running out as she laid flat on the cool table, as opposed to the hot sweat on her body. Her breath was slow and steady as she came down from her high, her muscles relaxing as you finally stopped. You rested your forehead against hers, her hands resting on your shoulders, this time relaxed. “If I knew you could do that, I would’ve done this a lot sooner, kid.” She let out a huffed laugh. You smiled at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, placing a kiss on her forehead, and handing her your jacket to give her some form of protected modesty, even if you had just spent the last nearly thirty minutes pleasuring her. She slipped the jacket on and stood up, turning around to face you once again, leaning down, and kissing you deeply. “Let’s go get cleaned up; I don’t feel like staying sticky all day." You chuckled and nodded at her, slipping your hand into hers and lacing your fingers together as you headed to the door.

Your soft snores were all that were heard in your room as Mandy stroked her fingers through your hair. The sun filtered through the blinds and illuminated your sleeping figure. Large, heavy footsteps rang through the hallway as Amanda turned her head towards the sound of “Hi John.” She smiled and gave a little wave. “I welcome you into my home, give you refuge, and this is what I get in turn? This is a new low for you, Amanda.” John stated it blankly, looking away and walking away from the doorway. “New record, I guess.”

[bxnnywrites]

🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand 🖤

[PT: Killers reacting to nervous!reader holding their hand]

Pt 2 Here [link]

Danny Johnson ::

Oh! You're holding his hand!! That's so sweet, you hadn't done that yet-

Oh

Oh Wait

Are you fucking blushing???

Oh my god your face is so red oh it's so cute

Grabs your face very gently in one hand and teases the fuck out of you for it

"Aw, doll, are you nervous about holding my hand?"

Yes of course you are shut up Danny

"Nah, I won't. You're fucking cute like this. What, nervous about holding hands before marriage?"

Would bully you so fucking much about it

You wanna kill him /j /aff

Michael Meyers ::

A sudden weight in his hand catches him off guard, so he looks at you.

And there you are, small hand in his.

Oh god he could absolutely crush your hand if he wasn't careful

And he looks at you and you're so damn cute

You aren't looking at him and your face is that soft pink

He (very gently) gives your hand a squeeze in response. Just to let you know he's ok with this.

Definitely isn't letting go of your hand anytime soon though.

His Hand Now you will get it back in an hour dw about it

Amanda Young ::

You're holding her hand

Holy fucking shit you are holding her fucking hand

Oh my god ok Amanda, calm down. It's cool, this is cool. Everything's cool. Everything is fucking cool ok????

Just as nervous as you are, can't make eye contact for a bit

You're both blushing messes.

Finally gives your hand a soft squeeze to show she likes it.

Literally can't speak otherwise, too flustered.

Sweet Baby has not been given a lot of love after all. She ain't used to it.

The Huntress ::

Oh! You are holding her hand! How sweet!

Loves this so much, loves physical affection, biggest love language.

But...oh! Your face is so red, little rabbit! Are you alright?

Softly coos at you and brushes your face with her thumb, mildly worried.

When you explain you're fine, just flustered and nervous, she giggles.

Forehead kisses time and nice soft hugs.

Will do everything she can to make you feel more comfortable, so soft and sweet.

Sadako Yamamura ::

Just stares

Like for a really long time

Just staring at your hand in hers

Why are you doing that? Why are you being so tender?

She doesn't understand, but she doesn't want you to stop.

Slowly takes your hand and brings it to her face so you're instead holding her cheek in your palm.

Unsure what else to do, just knows she enjoys your touch. Knows she doesn't want you to stop being so loving.

If she had the ability to cry anymore, she probably would.

All from some hand holding. Poor thing.

BONUS!!

Ash ::

Smiles at you and squeezes your hand

Definitely thinks it's adorable how you're blushing

Would tease you a bit, but nothing like Danny

"What, all embarrassed from some handholding, sweetheart?"

You pout at him and he just chuckles, giving your hand another affirming squeeze.

"It's alright, you look cute like this."

You are blushing more than before, but you do feel better.

Prefers when you hold his good hand, the mechanical one doesn't have the same feeling.

[filthyslashertoad]

Slashers (billy and stu) with fem! reader thats scared of spiders (im speaking PANIC), so they always have to take care of it

Oooh ok!

And yes, Hoffman is in here too!

Slashers with an S/O that’s Scared of Spiders

Billy Loomis

Teases you for being scared.

Kills it but gives you shit for being scared of it for weeks.

Tries to scare you by saying "Careful Babe! there's a spider on your shoulder." and laughs when you scream.

Stu Macher

Screams too.

Both of you are huddled up on a chair waiting for Billy to come over and kill the spider.

Squeals when Billy throws it at him after squashing it.

Amanda Young

Doesn't understand why you're scared but catches it in a jar for you and sets it outside.

Asks you if you're ok afterward and brings you some tea so you can relax.

Mark Hoffman

Looks at you like you're crazy.

Kills it and says "You know you're bigger than he is right?"

Secretly loves that he gets to save you from such silly things.

Brahms Heelshire

Is used to seeing spiders all of the time so he isn't phased.

Grabs the spider and puts it on his shoulder. (100% talks to it and asks it to leave you alone)

Makes you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk so you feel better.

Patrick Bateman

Says you're embarrassing and that you shouldn't need a man to save you from a small bug.

Gets upset afterward when you stop asking him for help tho.

Jason Voorhees

Is careful not to hurt it and takes it outside to a bush.

When he comes back to the cabin he's holding a few flowers that he made sure were entirely bug-free.

Checks everything in the cabin for you before you go to bed to make sure there are no more spiders.

[la2yn0va]

Killers with a Fanboy Reader

Characters: Ghostface, Sadako, Pyramid Head, The Pig.

Genre: Fluff, maybe slight romance(?)

Warnings; It’s DBD and ‘Killers’ take a fuckin guess on the warnings.

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Ghostface

Oh? A fan! How absolutely wonderful!

Why of course you can take a picture!

Your Danny’s favorite person! You feed his ego and go on nerd rants with him about his killings and horror movies.

Danny will still kill you though. But don’t worry! You always die by HIS hands! Never sacrificed to the entity! Your picture is going in his favorite album folder!

But he’s also fine if you escape, hell he’d probably help you on a good day. The entity allows it, as your fanboying is causing GREAT emotion, so the spider god thing doesn’t much care.

You once asked danny to sign a dagger of yours that you play with to roleplay as him during your time in your world. Danny’s ego had never reached a high like that since.

And how absolutely adorable your little reactions are~ a slight cheek caress here and your red as fuck. Don’t worry, he’ll NEVER let you live that down.

Danny, when killing you, might’ve carved the word LOVE on your lower back. For no particular reason ;)

During trials, he’d either leave you as the last one alive or he’d kill you first. More often he’d leave you as the last one alive.

Or, maybe on rare days, he’d let you escape. As the entity doesn’t close monitor the trials (Confirmed by the DBD team in a live stream)

Sadako Yamamura

Hah? What’s wrong with you? Why’re you running TOWARDS her? Shes trying to kill you.

Absolutely shocked and taken off guard when you grab her hand and shake it at light speed, and proceed to… praise her?

Sadako genuinely has zero fucking clue how to react. All that hate, rage, and bloodlust is replaced with pure and unbridled confusion.

Is this a trick of sorts? Are you trying to manipulate her? Why’re you still shaking her hand? Why isn’t she killing you already?

And why do you know so much about her?! Sadako can’t even react with anything besides confusion towards you. Honestly, she just leaves you to your own devices and leaves to kill off all the other survivors.

You simply wave her off while hoping to meet again. Honestly, you’re so fucking weird.

Sadako does manage to kill off everyone else BUT you. Her confusion has now morphed into interest. She didn’t sense ANY type of malicious intent when you were praising her.

Instead she’d just watch you from a far, not really knowing how she should proceed. She SHOULD kill you right? That’s her purpose here, and your to die… or escape but that’ll never happen…. Right?

No no. That’s it, no more indecisiveness! No more tricks! You’re here to get sacrificed and she’s here to kill!

But that immediately goes out the window when you appear to be happy to see her again. Sadako simply tilts her head at everything you do towards her, taking, praising, shaking hands.

Eventually as time passes she grows pretty content with you. Enjoying your strange behavior and letting you live. Unless the entity DEMANDS your death, but she’ll definitely be very reluctant.

Sadako does enjoy touching you. Your skin is warm and surprisingly comfortable. She does wonder why your face turns red though, is it because of her? Or are you just that weird?

Doesn’t matter. In the end, sadako seems to enjoy your weirdness.

Pyramid Head

The executioners role in this dark game is to kill, and punish those who’re guilty of something. It’s a symbolic entity of James’s Guilt and masochistic desire to be punished for his guilt, taken physical form.

So when you approached him with starry eyes and an excited smile that seemed to be craved into your skin, the triangle headed man did not know how to proceed.

He was never actually liked, so BEING liked especially to the degree your showing him is… a new experience.

Honestly. He’d probably just leave you alone. Maybe he’d kill everyone else and leave you alive and… indulge in your questions?

Even though he can’t speak, he’ll just watch you do whatever while you fanboy and ask to touch his sword. (Get your mind outta the gutter)

He’d let survivors live if you ask him. More so because he doesn’t see any type of guilt in you or maybe because he grows to like you.

Either way, there’s nothing else to really say. He’s just kinda ‘Meh’ about your whole fanboying. Just don’t feel guilty about something, cause that’s when you’ll meet the executioner.

The Pig (Amanda)

Amanda is taken off guard when you don’t run away once she ambushes you. Instead you start… fanboying.

Hearing you praise her and go on about the reverse bear traps and jigsaw, along with how you love his work instantly earned you her favoritism.

She had actually found someone else who could see the genius of her master!

Amanda would always test you though, by putting on the reverse bear trap in you, and you ALWAYS survive.

Amanda lets you live, kills off everyone (or tries to) and then just hangs out with you for the rest of the trial.

The two of you just end up talking about jigsaw and nerding out, while she blushed behind her mask as you continue to fanboy about her and John.

Definitely would make you an unofficial member of jigsaw’s cause, and teaches you how to build your own reverse bear trap.

Would probably ask the entity to make you a killer, and the entity would probably accept. Just imagine the intense and delicious emotions that would come when that happened.

Amanda gives you your own get-up. You get your own pig mask and clothes, while she sits you down and teaches you the way of jigsaw.

Other killers find this pretty weird, except for maybe danny, who’d nerd out to horror with you.

Survivors fuckin hate you btw. Except sable who enjoys the trials (I think)

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The end. I’m back boys! And I wanna focus on writing for DBD so please send in requests for DBD (killers get preferential treatment)

Also for the deleted post that I made for yall to guess my favorite Childhood ship without hints—the answer was …

[grxmreaperx]

ive been stuck in the airport for 8 hours and awake for 29 hours so i have deleriously begun thinking of domestic Mark Hoffman on a vacation.

To me he definitley screams airport dad, he’s holding everyones passports and boarding passes, he’s weighing everyones bags , quadruple checking everyone has everything they need and the whole kit and caboodle. but on the flip side the second yall are actually in the plane in the air he becomes normal cocky Mark Hoffman again, whispering in your ear about joining the mile high club and honestly probably doing it lolllll ,, his hand permanently gripping your thigh or having you sleep on his shoulder

anyway thats the end of my delusional rambles about my fav psycho bastard <33

ok this is so fucking funny and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since this hit my inbox so have some headcanons (might make this into a full goofy fic at some point we'll see)

first off, i hope you get some sleep soon!!

domestic Hoffman has me WEAK

he gets so stressed

"did you pack this?" "did you pack this?" "did you pack this?"

"for FUCKS sake Mark why don't you just pack?"

has to be at the airport like 8 hours early

wears the most outrageous Hawaiian shirts he can find

i have a headcanon that he dresses fairly darker on his days off (probably old band tshirts type of look) but on vacation this man would look like a stereotypical tourist

i'm just imagining you and Mark going on a vacation with all of the other apprentices (and Adam because i said so)

he's considered putting one of those kiddie leases on Adam because he always wanders off

the only person he doesn't yell at for walking too slow is John

he and Amanda are fighting because she tried to bring a knife through the metal detectors and now you're all stopped by security and he's worried you're going to miss your flight (it's four hours away)

the only people he doesn't get annoyed with are you and Lawrence (who he has put in charge of Adam)

"Amanda did you pack sunscreen for John? I don't want to listen to either of you complain if he gets burnt"

"babe i'm gonna kill them, someone is not making it on that plane."

he's internally screaming when Amanda and Adam start playing monkey in the middle with his wallet cause they're bored

"John control your children for fuck's sake"

"Lawrence would you control your boy toy my GOD"

you, John, and Lawrence are just sitting, patiently waiting to board the plane and watching Mark die a little inside

definitely said he would "turn this car around" at least once when you were on your way to the airport

once you're on the plane (and you've made sure he's not sitting next to Amanda or Adam) he's back to normal

absolutely makes a joke about you two joining the mile high club

(and you probably do if we're being honest)

will not stop whispering things in your ear just to entertain himself

Adam makes fun of you later after he saw you both sneaking out of the bathroom

you try and convince him to sleep on the plane ride but he refuses

it starts all over again once the plane lands

"babe someone is not going to make it to the hotel why didn't we just come by ourselves"

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[silentcrowsilentravens]

I haven't posted in ages, man :') Mandy definitely isn't a character that calls for a particularly fluffy fluff alphabet... But I want to try and get a feel for writing her, and this felt like a good way.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, and past trauma.

A = affection (how affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

While perhaps not the most verbally affectionate, Amanda is rather physically affectionate.

She's a tactile person, and she fuckin' loves touching you. All over. All the time.

Amanda's affection is a little... aggressive at first, but after time, you'll see softer stuff mixed in there, too...

...The A segment gets expanded on throughout this, so I won't ramble too long right here.

B = body (what is their favorite part of their partner's body?)

Eyes. I'm not sure why I feel so strongly about that. I just do.

She'll sometimes stare into your eyes for so long that it verges on uncomfortable. Or perhaps unsettling.

Your neck is a close second, though. She loves marking it <3

C = cuddling (do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yeah. She does.

A lot actually.

She will hold you tight. Full-on gorilla grip, fingers tightly clenching the fabric of your clothes or kinda digging into your skin.

Her preferred position is pressed against your front, her head tucked under your chin.

However, she also enjoys pressing against your side with her legs and arms fully wrapped around you.

D = dates (what do they like to do when they go on dates with you?)

Typically, Mandy doesn't like to go out for dates. And if she does, she prefers to go to places that don't have a lot of people.

Little hole-in-the-wall restaurants, fast food joints sometime after midnight, sitting on the bumper blocks in parking lots after stopping at food trucks.

Hanging out on the couch, watching a movie, or playing video games.

E = emotions (how do they express emotion around their partner?)

Very blatantly. And intensely. Amanda isn't somebody who reacts to things passively. When she feels something, she feels it with every fiber of her being.

Joy is typically the only thing that tends to come across as subdued from her.

But everything else? Rarely. You probably won't have much trouble telling what she's feeling.

F = family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Growing up, Mandy didn't have one. She lived with her dad, but he was never family or anything close to it. And now, she almost feels like she isn't deserving of one. She is, though. Of course she is.

Having John as a father figure, and you there as a loving partner?

That's more than Amanda could've ever anticipated or asked for, in her eyes.

G = gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Although not a huge fan of receiving gifts herself, Amanda does enjoy giving you gifts every now and again.

She prefers to leave them out for you to find rather than giving them to you directly. Often, the item will be accompanied by a simple note on a torn scrap of paper that says "for you" or something similar.

It's also one of her preferred methods of apology following minor screw-ups.

H = hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

About as much as cuddling.

And similar to when she cuddles you, she will squeeze the life out of you. There's no escape. Occasionally, it even gets a bit hard to breathe.

Like, listen here. Amanda prefers you in her arms over anywhere else.

Her face will be buried in the crook of your neck... Or your chest, depending on how tall you are.

I = injury (how would they act if their partner got hurt?)

She freezes up when she first sees you hurt.

Following that, there is immediate panic and freak-out.

"What the hell happened?!"

There's a decent amount of cursing as she patches you up.

And after, if she finds out that you got hurt because of someone else, you best believe that Amanda is gonna be asking you tons of questions about them. She needs to know all the info you have so that she can track them down, abduct them, and rig up a special (impossible to win) trap just for them.

J = jealously (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Mandy does not like to share you haha. At all.

She will, but she won't be pleased about it.

She's not very good at hiding when she's jealous, either.

Amanda will say "I'm not jealous", but it will be obvious from her facial expression, the way she's standing, and her tone of voice that she is. Very, very obvious.

K = kisses (how do they like to kiss their partner?)

The majority of the time? Roughly.

Mandy is somebody who will be pinning you against the wall or nearby furniture.

She'll be biting your lip and sticking her tongue in your mouth before long.

Her hands will likely have a firm grip on your wrists, biceps, the sides of your face, or hair.

She doesn't typically make her kisses brief, either.

L = love (how do they show their partners they love them?)

If Amanda isn't being all touchy-feely, then she's showing her love for you through acts of service.

You say the word?

...Not necessary. She's actively in the process of doing something for you.

She'd give you her last cigarette.

Or kill a guy for you. Maybe more.

M = mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Chances are, you probably don't wake up before Amanda. She likes to sleep in until noon.

You wake up to her snoring quietly and holding onto you, unwilling to get up.

So... mornings are simply spent there. In bed.

If you want to get up before noon, you'll need to either pry yourself out of her grasp or wake her up and convince her to release you.

N = nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Nights are when Amanda is most busy with her apprentice work for Jigsaw. Planning, building, abducting, etc. You often don't get to spend long with her because of that.

She'll typically spend the time right before she needs to work hanging around you, though.

And if she's putting traps together, there's a good chance she'll let you hang around. As long as you don't touch anything without asking.

Oh, and hey, pass her that drill.

O = openness (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

Not for a while.

And telling you stuff from her past? That'll take even longer. Amanda will tell you only once she's ready, and it'll be painful for her. Like pulling teeth.

She might not be hard to read in terms of body language, but she isn't an open book when it comes to verbally sharing things. She's a closed book. That only select people are allowed to look into.

P = pet names (do they use pet names? If so, what do they use?)

She does, but just occasionally.

I can only picture her using "babe".

Half the time, it comes out after she's already said your name. Like "[Insert name here], babe, check this out."

Q = quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

Quite a lot. Mandy remembers the things you do and say pretty well.

Specifically when they relate to the things you do or don't like, though.

She knows the smaller stuff. Your favorite thing to order from the restaurants you go to together, your favorite movies, games, brands of drinks/food, and other stuff like that.

R = remember (what is their favorite moment in their time of knowing you?)

Regardless of wherever it was and whatever happened, her favorite memory is definitely the moment she first met you.

After all, if not for that happening, Amanda wouldn't know you at all. And that's not something she likes to think about.

She isn't even sure what she would be doing with herself if she didn't know you.

S = security (how protective are they? Would they like to be protected?)

As previously mentioned, Amanda will kill for you with little hesitation.

If you're important to her, then nobody gets to hurt you. If somebody does, her rage will be immediate.

She'll make sure that they'll hurt. And quite a lot.

T = time (how long would it take for them to get together with their partner?)

A while.

Regardless of whether you both have a level of chemistry early on, it'll be a while before there'll be a clear definition to your relationship with her.

With previous partners, that wasn't the case. But Amanda has been through a lot.

There will likely be a period where you're already acting like a straight-up couple, but she still only calls you a friend.

U = upset (how do they act when their partner is upset?)

If it's an outside cause? She might try to comfort you.

However, if you're looking for verbal comfort rather than physical, it's pretty 50/50 whether it'll be effective or it'll simply make it worse.

Mandy herself is the cause? Then she'll need a minute before she even acknowledges it. Perhaps a few extra to cool off depending on what happened.

V = Valentine's Day (do they celebrate it with you? How?)

She doesn't care about Valentine's Day. Or most holidays, for that matter. Throughout most of her life, she's never had people to celebrate anything with and make memorable experiences. So when those days come around, it's typically just another day for her.

Valentine's Day in particular is just a load of commercialized bullshit, in her opinion.

Like, whatever. Amanda doesn't need some holiday to do special shit with you. If you want flowers or candy, she could get those for you any time.

She can drop by a gas station right now and grab a few candy bars for you.

She can go outside and find flowers. She'll rip them right out of the ground for you. They'll probably be messed up when you receive them, though. Some of them might also be weeds... And she's just gone and tracked a lot of dirt inside.

W = warrior (how do they feel about their partner fighting? Would they fight beside them, etc.?)

While certainly not something Amanda's opposed to, this also isn't expected from you whatsoever.

So, if you jump in to help her if she gets in a fight or step in front of her protectively, she'll be utterly shocked.

For a solid couple of seconds, she can only stand there with a blank look on her face.

The people she's met willing to do that for her are few and far between. It really starts to set in how much she means to you.

It's also incredibly hot of you.

X = x-ray (how well are they able to read their partner?)

Mandy's halfway decent at reading you.

Like, I wouldn't say she can always pick up on the subtle stuff, but she will most of the time. You won't need to spell a whole lot out for her.

Y = yes (would they propose to their partner? How?)

Marriage is something Amanda is utterly, completely indifferent about.

Like, she could not give less of a shit if she never got married. It's whatever. However, if you really want to get married, then yeah, sure, she's down. Anything for you.

If she's the one to propose, she will pop the question in the most casual way imaginable.

You guys would probably be watching a movie or something, and she would turn to you and go, "Hey, wanna get married?" like she's asking you if you want her to grab anything from the kitchen for you.

She goes out and acquires the rings after that.

By that, I mean she goes out and steals them. Maybe off the cold, rigid fingers of a couple of victims from her unbeatable traps.

Z = zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Simply having you around to talk to her is often a big help to Amanda.

Alongside a bit of space until she indicates otherwise.

Keeping your hands empty and where she can see them, too.

[fishnetinsides]

she looks so romantic here. so dreamy. like i just wanna kiss her forehead and give her a hug and tell her everything’s gonna be okay. i love her so dearly :(

[seafullofpeace]

IM EXCITED

IM MAKING DIY REVERSE BEAR TRAP FROM SAW MOVIES!!

LIKE THAT OMG FROM CARDBOARD YAAAAY!!!

[bosinclairsgff]

Pet names the slashers use

Warnings: none

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Amanda Young, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham, Brahms Heelshire, Mark Hoffman, Dollface

A/n I was running out of pet names I knew at the end sorry

- Bo will call you darlin, baby, babe or pretty girl. I could also calling you his little lamb. When he’s mad though, he’ll call you bitch or whore.

- Oh my gosh, Baby will call you just about anything. She mostly, however calls you sweetheart, sugar, honey, darling, pudding, cutie or love bug.

- Otis will address you as bitch anytime of the day. Even if he’s not mad at you, he could be HAPPY with you and be like “come hear bitch” and wouldn’t think twice. He will also call you mama, babygirl, bunny and missy.

- Amanda would call you something basic like baby, babe, MAYBE baby girl I’m not sure about that one though. She’s always calling you a pretty girl. I’m sure she’d occasionally throw in sweetie or sweetheart.

- Albert would of course call you dove, my love, sweetheart, honey, doll, baby. He’d only use degrading names when he’s angry.

- This man is a SIMP. Corey would call you baby, babe, my love, darling, baby girl, pretty girl and cutie!

- Mommy. He’d call you mommy, maybe mama. He’s a lil freak I fear.

- Mark isn’t a crazy romantic, he’d call you things like darling, babe, hot stuff and some other oddly specific name he comes up with.

- Dollface would call you sweet and cute names! Such as, baby, pumpkin, darling, kitty, bunny, love, sweetie, baby cakes and pretty girl.

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[rattycattyfanfic]

(you drive me) crazy

for @mirroredmemoriez's prompt!

1.) Lynn or Amanda reacting to one another’s music tastes! Can keep it broad and just have it as looking at a genre or pick a specific song. Setting wise it can be anywhere, such as oh I’ve bought this CD and sliding the disc in the car.

a shocking 1,521 words! no real warnings except mentions of mandy brain. can kinda sit in bark like a god verse? but doesn't have to.

if anyone would like to submit some simple easy prompts that i can deal with in 500-700 words ideally (although im finding these are spiralling out of control!) my inbox is open :)

One thing Lynn hadn’t anticipated about Amanda, but finds herself continually pleasantly surprised by, is all the strange little commonalities they share. Amanda’s music taste is not particularly vast or varied, but her taste for the alternative overlaps with the soundtrack of Lynn’s own youth in a nostalgic way. 

She remembers the first time, back when they were new and slightly tense – the relief of a common ground in the form of a familiar song playing faintly on the radio. The Cramps, she thinks it had been, but she couldn’t for the life of her name the song. She had simply known that she’d worn it out in her late teens, and that this strange girl was now in her living room bobbing her head along to the same song, oblivious. “I used to love this one,” Lynn had said, breaking the comfortable quiet and hating herself for it. But then Amanda had looked back, up, at her with this odd expression, something akin to surprise or respect, and it had felt easy. She’d smirked, said something snarky, a bit rude, and Lynn had laughed, and it had been a rare easy moment for them amidst all the turmoil.

It’s nice. Unexpected, but nice. Lynn welcomes the throwbacks to her undergrad days, and the insight that the day’s music choice provides into Amanda’s strange head. Her thoughts are still a mystery to Lynn some days, but the music – it helps shine a light on whatever Amanda is thinking that day.

Sometimes, she finds the girl in an oddly energetic mood, spinning Bikini Kill or Blondie whilst she busies herself with household tasks. Often she’ll be bent over some gadget in the backyard, taking the thing apart and putting it back together – the VHS player, or the old bike in the garage that hasn’t been used in years, or some other currently unidentifiable pile of scrap metal and electronics. Lynn can’t even be mad about it. Amanda always puts them back together in perfect, or better, working condition, and so she’s content to hang in the doorway, watching curiously until Mandy perks her head up and notices. 

“Was it too loud?” she says, with grease on her cheeks and a look somewhere between defiant and owlish. 

And Lynn says, will always say, “No,” and then usually, “I love this album. What are you working on?” Amanda grins and launches into an explanation that goes straight over Lynn’s head, however similar metal and electronics and flesh and nerves might be. She furrows her brow and nods attentively, and thinks that she loves Amanda like this, almost childishly excited and hyper-focused to the bright tones of Eat to the Beat.

Similarly, Lynn can tell when it’s a bad day. She knows that when she hears Fiona Apple, Hole, even the rare occasion of Patti Smith whining from Amanda’s oversized headphones, she needs to tread a little more carefully, treat Amanda with a little extra care. That brain of hers is still a mystery to her, especially days like this when she doubts even Amanda can make sense of her tangled thoughts.

She gets this, though, the appeal of quietly enraged vocals, angsty guitars and pianos, fast or slow but equally intense either way. She remembers listening to Revenge as a teenager and how it had spoken to her, soothed emotions she hadn’t even realised she’d had, and she thinks she gets it a little bit. So she sits down on the back porch next to Amanda wordlessly, and lays her head on the girl’s shoulder to catch the odd angsty refrain leaking out of the headphones. She says nothing about the edgy look in those dark eyes, or the raw pink of her sharp cheeks and wrists from where she’d scratched and rubbed restlessly. Lynn sits silently with her, until Amanda lets out a shuddering breath and relaxes just an ounce. 

Today she unplugs her headphones and allows Lynn to listen with her fully. She leans against her shoulder heavily, allows the tenderness of backrubs or fingers combing through her hair. Other days, the headphones stay on and Lynn remains a voyeur, held at arm’s length, the vulnerability of unplugging simply too much for Amanda to bear. Either way, Lynn tucks these shared moments away inside herself and thanks whatever god there is for the safe catharsis of rageful nineties singers. 

Amanda is not a good driver. This is the main, overarching reason Lynn will give if asked why she always prefers to be in the driver’s seat of her own car. She can drive, legally, and does so without accident, but she is not good at it, and Lynn spends most rides with Amanda holding onto her fucking seat wondering if this was part of her torture repertoire when working under John. But then, she supposes, her victims would’ve been unconscious during transportation, and so all the swearing and sharp veers must be either unintentional or for the sheer thrill of it. 

That is the reason Lynn will give for not getting in Amanda’s car if she can help it. The reason she will not give, is that Amanda’s baseline – and her favourite driving music – is largely completely fucking unlistenable industrial metal. Nine Inch Nails, Nitzer Ebb, and Ministry take pride of place in the driving fast and badly playlist. It all sounds like construction site noise to Lynn, and only adds to the distressing experience of being driven around by someone she has to remind herself is criminally insane. 

Her car is in the shop, though, and they need groceries. And so, Lynn is white knuckling the seat of Amanda’s beaten up shitbox while KMFDM screeches through tinny speakers. She thinks there’s probably never been such an intense fucking drive to the grocery store in all of history.

She’s about to say something bitchy, maybe ask her to turn it off or down at the very least, but when she looks over, she snorts. Amanda has her sunglasses on and is nodding to the beat, tapping her fingers rapidly against the steering wheel, looking fully in the zone whilst she swears at another driver for daring to obey the highway code. “I can’t believe you like this shit, Mandy,” she says instead with an exasperated laugh, and gets a bright grin in response. 

“It’s fun,” Amanda defends lightly, and glances back at the road, veering around another corner way too fast. “It’s fast. I like it!” 

Lynn rolls her eyes. “‘Kill motherfuckin’ Depeche Mode?’ That’s fun?” She doesn’t see the appeal, honestly, but it fits Mandy she supposes. Erratic, brash, angry in a gleeful way. It fits her perfectly. She’ll grin and bear it, maybe even learn to love it like she had Mandy, despite all the ways she had infuriated her at first. 

Amanda opens her mouth as if she’s about to respond, but the song fades out and into the next, and she turns a soft pink instead. She reaches out awkwardly towards the dashboard to skip the song, but Lynn is fast too. Lynn knows her 00s pop music – put it down to having a young daughter and nothing else, nothing else. She grabs the girl’s slender wrist and stops her in her tracks, and the song continues. A grin spreads across Lynn’s face, and Amanda groans.

“Lynn–” 

The unmistakable intro to Toxic plays out through the speakers at the same volume as the heavy industrial stuff, and there’s no hiding from it. Amanda goes a deeper shade of pink, as if this is somehow the most embarrassing thing Lynn has learnt about her to date. 

It must be her growing sadistic streak, but Lynn can’t help but dig a little. She holds Mandy’s wrist still, hovering inches away from the skip button. “I would never have pegged you for a closet Britney fangirl, baby,” she teases, and delights in the way Amanda flushes and splutters. 

“I don’t know how that got on the playlist, Lynn – fuck – Lynn, skip it,” she stammers. 

“No, I like it,” Lynn says smugly, and sits back, entwining their fingers together and effectively stopping her from skipping it lest she crash them both into a ditch. “And so do you, apparently – keep that hand on the wheel.”

Amanda groans, but stops fighting. She squeezes Lynn’s hand hard, digs her nails in a little viciously, but keeps her other hand on the wheel and lets the bubbly pop keep playing. Even as she flushes, loudly proclaims her embarrassment, Lynn can see her knee subtly bouncing to the beat. She looks one second from whispering the lyrics to herself.

One last dig, for the fun of it. Lynn feels high on the silliness of the moment, a bubble of unfamiliar giggliness in her throat. “Do you know the dance moves too?”

“Oh my god!” Amanda exclaims, throwing her head back. She steps on the pedal in exasperation and the car surges forward. She really shouldn’t be allowed to drive. A minute later, when she finally manages to swallow down the worst of her humiliation, Amanda mumbles, barely audible above the autotune. “...Yes.”

Lynn laughs out loud.

[slash-me-please]

This is my first time ever doing this so please forgive me have mercy on my soul I'm dumb idk how too do any of this but could you do a saw fanfic with a alpha Amanda and an omega reader gender neutral pls again I'm so sorry thx.

YOU SHOULD APOLOGIZE YOU DERANGED- no bcs i've been bingeing all the saw movies since I saw Saw X and you're a genius. I never get female requests anymore :,(

Warnings: I feel like this isn't strongly A/B/O, I would love to do a part two. mentions of addiction, testing, reader being uncomfortable, psychological manipulation,

You're an Accomplice

Amanda x GenderNeutral!Reader

Since you met Amanda, her presence had been overwhelming for you, her scent was something you weren't sure a God could handle. No one felt the same way.

You had met the alpha during some darker days, she had been slumped against the back-alley walls of an old bar, clearly high and drooling. Now, she was "thriving". Clearly that wasn't the word, but she was considerably better than before, and you could thank John Kramer for that- she said. She gave you a flattering, closed lip smile before ducking her head and moving to the side to give you a view of what appeared to be an older man.

"It's nice to meet you John, Amanda has told me a lot about you." Your voice is thin, wavering, you're nervous and Amanda's eyes narrow at you. It gives you more anxiety. "I am pleased to say the same, Y/N." He walks towards you, you think he might shake your hand but you're wrong, John walks right past you and taps his fingers on the screen of an older monitor. "Are you aware of the things we do here?" You shake your head, eyes darting back and forth between Amanda's and John's. You think she might feel the need to comfort you, but the fact that she doesn't makes you feel as if you're in good hands. It doesn't keep you from inching closer to her and releasing a small, nervous whimper.

"Show her," Amanda says, she pulls you close with a hand, her thumb stroking your back cruelly. She inhales through her nostrils as John nods and clicks a key on the keyboard which turns the monitor on. You're greeted with the sight of a dirty bathroom, two men sit in opposite corners, completely knocked out. "Y/N i'd like you to take a look at these two men, they're here for a reason." You whimper again, leaning into Amanda and expecting her support. "Listen to him omega, he helped me." You give her a nod, your instincts scream at you to listen.

"Did you kidnap them?" You ask, glancing to John from the screen. "They're being tested, there are reasons both these men are here. I am giving them a chance to change, to live, each of them are not living but merely existing with no mere care to their actions. There is no thought to who they hurt with their actions, that is why we are here." You nod, "Could you explain." He continues, nodding his head and pulling a chair up to where you had been clinging to Amanda. She feels your discomfort immediately and pulls you onto her lap. You move your head closer to her throat, inhaling her pheromones.

"We are giving people the chance to try again, to give meaning to their lives. They must prove that they have the will to live, I am giving them the chance to be reborn. Do you understand?" You nod your head, Amanda pets your hair and you can smell the pride she has for you seeping through her skin. John gives you a smile just like the one you'd received from Amanda. "I'm delighted to have the opportunity to work with you, Y/N." And he turns away, grabbing a small black suitcase and retreating towards the bedroom door. He gives Amanda a look and nods his head, "If he wakes up, chloroform him again. We have about thirty minutes until this test starts." She nods her head and he leaves.

"This is what you've been doing in your spare time, alpha?" You whisper, your voice is small and shocked. Amanda thinks maybe she's pushed you too far when you address her by her title, and her mouth presses into a thin line. "Did he put you in one of those?" This time she flinches, and she smells sour. You can tell she's disappointed already, and it makes you whine. "I thought you'd understand, do you understand? What he does here is special!" She sets you to the side her eyes narrowing in against yours. "I just don't want to think of you hurt."

And she softens, her hand coming to rest at your knee. "Omega, I understand. I am not hurt, he has only helped me." You nod, reaching forward to place your palm over her. "I'll support you, I mean-" You pause, choosing your words. "If it helped you then... it'll help someone else." She gives you a warm smile, and she's proud of you again.

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[veras1ne]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥UPCOMING WORK🦢

This is the work for the rest of October!!

As I’m settling back into writing and uploading regularly on Tumblr, I wanted to sort of post an agenda that’ll help me keep track of what I’m posting and for you guys to know what will be posted!

🦢10/22 ✰ “Bite Me.” Adam Stanheight/FEM!Apprentice!Reader ✰ SMUT

🫧10/25 ✰ “Slut Me Out.” Amanda Young x Kramer!MaleReader ✰ SMUT

🌀10/28 ✰ “Delicate.” Anakin Skywalker/Bimbo!Reader ✰ SMUT

🎃10/31 ✰ “Season of the Witch.” Stu Macher x Alternative!GN!Reader ✰ Headcannons+Blurb

🍁10/31 ✰ “Jump The Turnstile.” Sam Monroe x Male!Reader ✰ Fluff

🍂10/31 ✰ Halloween Blurbs by request! Request your favorites doing things with their partner during fall/Halloween!!

˚ ༘🕊️⋆｡˚ There’s a lot lined up for the rest of October and going into November!

No spoilers on what I’m doing for December as far as characters and plots but I’ll be doing a 25 Days of Kinkmas kind of thing so let me know what you guys would want to see for that!!

I love you guys so much!! Thank you all so much for reading, liking, and reblogging🦢🤍