#chromeskull x y/n

[apocalypse-shuffle]

JESSE CROMEANS | CHROMESKULL & ASA EMORY | THE COLLECTOR (Laid to Rest & Chromeskull: Laid to Rest 2 | The Collector & The Collection)

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“Romantic Call” (Jesse Cromeans x Fem!Reader x Asa Emory)

| The two of you aren’t supposed to be calling him, he’s busy, but Asa can’t be surprised about you and Jesse pushing his buttons— and Jesse knows for a fact he isn’t too mad either.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, established relationships, smut, porn with some plot, doggy-style, impact play, knife play, phone/facetime sex, voyeurism, competitiveness, polyamorous relationship -married!reader & slight chubby!reader

| Yea, the title is from the Patra song, tho the fic wasn’t inspired by it. (Pic source: Chromeskull: Laid to Rest 2 & The Collection)

| 2k+ words

Think about it:

Asa’s at a conference. He's interested in some of the new things his peers have done (and utterly disappointed in much more of it) but he’s really growing tired of the bumping.

He’s becoming more and more frustrated at the hordes of people running around without the good sense to watch where the hell they’re going. He developed a headache about two hours into the event and he’s feeling a little too…anxious for the setting.

Asa can keep up a good facade, prides himself on it, but this year’s attendees seem specifically suited to vex him.

He’s sitting now, legs and arms crossed, dour downturn to his lips, and eyes focused squarely on a nasty patch of scars on one of the speaker's hands. The man waves them around religiously so it’s not like they’re hard to track — they’re more interesting than his dragging spiel at least. His words are starting to grate on the last of Asa’s nerves.

At that very moment he’s actually picturing what the little patch of scar tissue would look like sewn into the skin of his forehead. Front and center. It was a nice looking set of destroyed and later rebuilt tissue.

When he feels a buzz in his pocket the man heaves a sigh, brows furrowing.

His phone is set to ‘do not disturb’, because he was a damned professional he could at least pretend to be paying attention, and he knows for a fact the only two people whose messages he set to go through are you and Jesse’s.

He had done it for emergencies only but he has a well based suspicion that the two of you aren’t remotely in any sort of peril.

He won’t admit how welcome the break from all these forgettable people and their pesky droning voices is, but he isn’t too mad about it. He excuses himself silently from the speaker area, not answering until he walks out into the main hall.

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“Didn’t I tell you urgent matters only?”

Jesse grins nonplussed at the harsh note of Asa’s question.

“I remember,” he lets the sharp flippant way he signs convey exactly what he thought about that stipulation to Asa before continuing, “but, Y/n, wants to show you something.”

He’s handing off the phone a second later and then you come into view. You hold the device and give him a demure smile, the upturn of your lips as soft as your voice.

“Em,” you greet — and yeah, Jesse knows Asa can’t be too mad at that. The way the creases in his forehead smooth out right after your greeting is proof enough.

“Beetle,” he greets back, sighing. His tone is curt, but one corner of his mouth does tick up in an almost smile. “What's so important you just had to show me?”

Your smile widens a bit more, eyes lighting up, and Jesse rests his hand on the small of your back when you bend over to prop the phone up against the headboard. The way he can feel the shiver going up your spine somehow manages to make him fill out even more, cock throbbing where it’s straining inside the smooth confines of his boxers.

“Just something new,” you propose, resting your head on your folded arms.

You’re both just as scarcely dressed as the other, cool air of the room sliding over your skin and hardening your nipples. Jesse’s blood still warms at the sight you make though. Back arched, ass up at a perfect height for your plush orbs to be aligned with his lowered hips.

At your angle the hand he slides to your ass is also in view of the camera, clear for Asa to see. He squeezes just to provoke the disapproving scowl that flashes across your third’s face.

You yourself laugh at it, airy and melodic, and push into his grip. The fabric of your panties is soft on his palm and he rubs idly over them while his other hand dips a little lower.

“How’s your trip?”

He rubs over the outline of your sex as you speak. The more prominent feel of cloth over your sensitive lips makes you keen and move away, but his hand snaps from your ass to your hip to hold you firm with a strong grip.

“…Interesting,” the entomologist answers after a beat.

Asa sounds irritated all over again and Jesse rolls his eyes. The man goes to a bug convention - his whole damn shtick - and you’d think he’d be living it up, but no. Jesse swears he’s never met someone so committed to being miserable.

He rubs harshly over your clit and you jerk forward.

“So— so not good?”

“Yes,” Asa nods slowly, looking away and tracking something off screen, eyes flaring briefly. “I need something to dissect. Soon, preferably.”

There’s no doubt Asa hasn’t guessed what he’s up to by now but the other man humors you regardless. Sap.

Jesse shifts and a metallic swish reverberates throughout the air. Asa’s eyes snap back to the camera and focus directly on the blade now in his hand. At the same time you twist around to gape at him.

“Eyes,” he signs harshly and you roll yours - he’ll get you for that later - but turn back to watch Asa regardless.

He chuckles, “Is he not being commanding enough, Beetle?”

You make a low upset sound at the words, not confirming or denying them.

“Don’t do that right now…” you murmur. Soft, so very like you.

Your tone is admonishing but both of them ignore you.

Jesse points the glinting blade at the screen where Asa can see it, issuing something like a warning, while using his other hand to pull the sides of your underwear from your body. All Asa does in response is scoff before otherwise backing off. At least for now.

Not wasting anymore time the killer at your back cuts your panties up the sides with jerky irritated movements, throws them to the floor, then places the flat of the blade right against your cunt where the damp curls on your mound act as a thin but plush barrier between your flushed skin and his cool metal. When you freeze the smirk that stretches across his face is mean.

“Jesse—?” You break off with a yelp, him having used the broad expanse of his palm and swung straight for your ass. “Sorry, Boss, I— what are you doing?”

He refuses to answer for a few moments, just watching as you scramble to accommodate the knife with small careful movements.

When Jesse bothers to sign next it’s not even to you.

“You know she argued with me over your surprise?”

One of Asa’s brows raise and his eyes glint with something akin to humor.

“Oh? That doesn’t sound like my Beetle. She didn’t talk back to me the last time I had her all to myself.”

Almost immediately Jesse seems to mock Asa, but by the time you catch him he's only rolling his eyes and is already diverting his attention back to you. The only indication he’d done anything more at all is the irritated scoff Asa gives.

Jesse and you lock eyes through the viewfinder on the screen and he moves the knife from your delicate bits, patting encouragingly at your thigh after putting the custom blade back into its hiding place. Silently you heed his command, pushing yourself to your knees while Jesse himself straightens to his full height in accordance with you, hiding both of your heads from Asa’s view.

After that all the two of you have to do is wait.

Jesse listens aptly for the faint intake of breath from Asa, smiling alongside you when you both hear it. Though you're the only one near vibrating with your poorly contained laughter, so excited your eyes are glittering.

On full display on the meat of your upper thigh, front and center, is a well defined skull with iridescent green beetle wings sprouting from behind it. The green and shimmer pops out beautifully on your dark skin because Jesse’d paid for an artist that wasn’t full of shit; the best money could buy in the area.

Jesse hums, grins sharp, and grazes his thumb lightly over the day-old tattoo before moving so that he can squeeze the back of your thigh with that same hand. Even grimacing your breath still hitches and you groan.

Asa’s gaze is locked fully onto your leg. He swallows thickly, his mouth opening slightly but no words coming out for more seconds than is his usual. Jesse’s grin gets worse.

The other clears his throat, something a little feral in his gaze. “It’s…lovely,” he praises, and has to clear his throat again and fight to school the arousal from his features in real time.

It was times like these Jesse almost wished he could cackle out loud.

“Mhm,” you mumble happily. Jesse bends down to kiss at your throat and you drop your head against his shoulder to give him better access. “I’m glad— ah,” you gasp as Jesse nips at your pulse, “I’m really glad you like it.”

You press yourself back into him with a shudder, thick coils brushing over his shoulder, and rake your stilettoed nails up his back hard enough to make his breath catch.

When you grind down he chuckles before turning your head so you can watch him sign.

“Needy are we?”

You huff, lashes fluttering against the tops of your umber cheeks.

“You’re taking forever, can you blame me? Will you please fuck me already? Please, Boss?” You blink up at him, pouting. “I need it.”

His cock jumps where it’s pressed on the delicate inside of your thigh and when you moan again he can’t find it in himself to deny either of you anymore. Not with his mark on you and those pleas falling past your plush lips.

You’re as receptive as ever when he falls into you, desperate and wanting, and making very good on your promise to let him “claim” you some more once you both got back from the tattoo shop.

Large hands tight on your plush hips he fucks into you just as desperately. Deep strokes that jolt you forward and have the head of his cock hitting gold every few thrusts.

Jesse grunts deep, leaning over you and bringing his scarred face closer to yours so he can look you in the eyes when you start incoherently babbling his praises. He doesn’t even have to prompt you to open them either, your lashes are damp as you meet his dark gaze the second he flattens his front to your back, and you mewl.

The two of you clash with a kiss, sloppy and barely coordinated, all lips and tongue and teeth, but he has no doubt the vision you make is affecting your audience of one. Passingly hopes that Asa’s currently sporting a hard on in front of all those academics and silently mortified by the sheer unprofessionalism.

Jesse shudders, gasps and moans silent, before pulling away and forcing your head down and your ass up. He can’t help but slap the fat of your ass and revel in the yelp you give him in response.

He’s at an even better angle now though and pistons into you hard enough to ache in the way you like complaining about even though it gives you just the excuse you want to be pampered. When your cute happy whimpers and choked moans strengthen he knows he’s well on his way to winning your orgasm and that small look on your face post coitis when you're exhausted and clingy.

It doesn’t take long after that for you to start zoning out and it takes him less than a blink to redirect his next slap to the side of your face. The startled noise you gift him quickly transforms into a deep recked moan and Jesse pounds into you even harder.

You focus back on Asa with the prettiest set of bright brown eyes, dark orbs sparkling with your tears unshed and shed alike.

“Fuck, Em,” you gasp.

“Does it feel good, Beetle? Do you like how he feels in you?”

Jesse watches your eyes roll as he rams the head of his cock into where he knows your g-spot is.

“Y-yea, yeah I do. Fucking,”— you sob—“love when he fucks my greedy cunt.”

“Mm,” Asa nods, face impassive and tone flat, but his attention glued to you. “I bet you do.”

When your eyes roll back again, your pussy clenching tight around Jesse, he can’t help but laugh through a moan of his own. The look his sometimes rival is throwing him is absolutely priceless. It promises something like a struggle when the other gets back.

You loved to watch them go at it, and per your request whoever won their little spats got to take you home during your week off. He’d lost last time but he hadn’t stopped thinking about how to get back at Asa for it.

He’d rather Princess come back from the dead and actually finish him off or Preston take over his business than admit to Asa that the loss grated. You were his wife, occasional threesomes be damned. While he held firm that week on his side of the bet, even reassuring you that it was honestly fine to go indulge yourself in Asa and The Collectors' whims, he still wanted to wipe the smug look off his buddy’s face.

Jesse would win. Even if he had to make you squirt all over your goddamn phone to do it.

He watches the arousal flit across Asa’s face every time you’re too distracted to notice, and how he grinds his teeth to tamp it down before you or anyone at the convention can see.

It’s fucking golden. And it doesn’t take the killer long after that to aim for making sure that he can ruin Asa’s life for the next two days he’s away. Rub it in his face that he won’t be able to get his hands on your dewy heated skin or get the brunt of the reverent look you give Jesse through the camera when he brings the knife back out.

Jesse would have you screaming pretty for him in no time, and the other man suffering all the more for it.

There was a reason why you didn’t (especially considering how much it riled Jesse up) call Asa anything but his fucking name in Jesse’s bed — not Professor or Prof, not his moniker, nothing — and he was going to remind the other man all about that regardless of the murderous glare he kept giving him.

Jesse pulls nearly all the way out, waits for you to whine at him and makes sure Asa can see how you continue to try pressing back on his cock despite him holding you back, then grinds his length back into your soaked cunt in one long thrust. Soaks in the drawn out way you call him Boss — not Jesse — and how you rush to thank him for fucking back into you, and bares his teeth at the burning look Asa gives him.

You start to shudder when he holds the knife to your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and his fingers burrow into your plush cloud of hair to keep your head still as he can. You let him without complaint. Asa’s eyes flash and, barely audible though it may be, Jesse can feel the snarl rumbling up his chest as the squelching sounds of your cunt grow louder and you start fucking back onto him hard enough to bruise.

Yeah he was fucking winning.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

My smut writing abilities are so-so, but I tried. This is also my first time writing both a threesome of any sort, and Jesse and Asa’s dynamic so hopefully everything registers well.

I had some slight complications so this is a repost, but I doubt anyone even saw the original bar one person so….

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

Slashers with a stressed s/o

Warning: Implied anxiety, Fluff in the End

Feat: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, and Jesse Cromeans

Michael Myers

-Probably not the best when it comes in Comforting someone but seeing like this make his heart sink in a very unfamiliar feeling

-Michael will approach you and gave you a questioning look with means of What's wrong y/n and if you tell him that you're having a bad day and you were so stressed out of other things such as work, Michael will take a day off from his job killing just to spend the whole nigh with you

-He might even gave you some of his favourite Candies and let you snuggle into his Broad chest

Jason Voorhees

-One of the Best one when it comes in Comforting someone

-Jason will give you a confused look and ask you what's wrong and you tell him about your stressful day he will instantly pull you into his arms and sat you on the couch

-he will even cook for you if you wanted too and Jason will put on your favorite Movie just to soothe your stressed out body

-After that Jason will put you into a very comfortable slumber with you into his Arms

Thomas Hewitt

-Just like Jason but with a hint of Awkwardness

-Thomas will instantly know that you're stressed out throughout your day because Hoyt has been Nagging you non stop about how you should help and act around the house

-He will Scoop you into his Arms and take you to your shared Bedroom.. Thomas will also make you some tea to calm your nerves down for a bit and after that he will run you a bath along with a nice massage on your shoulder

-Thomas will warn Hoyt about how he must treated you in a very respectful way and tell him that if Don't stop from nagging you he will make sure that Hoyt will be the next meal for the day

Jesse Cromeans

-The best at the best

-Stressed out with work? Worry no more cuz' Daddy Jesse will take care of everything

-Jesse will constantly cancel all of his business at the moment and showered you with lots of gifts and Affection just to help you to relieve your stress

-he will deal with every stress that you're experiencing right at the moment

-Jesse will also ask you the cause of and when you tell him that it's about someone he will ket Preston to deal with it while he was here and making sure that you're having a good time.

[slasherbish]

They Know (Chromeskull x gn reader)

Chromeskull x gn reader

Contains spoiler for first laid to rest movie

Bold text is texting and signing

Oh and Preston is alive in this

  Crimson droplets of blood painted his shiny mask as  he rammed one of his twin hunting knives into the chest ofhis latest piggy. He listened to the final gurling breaths that his victim took before the light in her eyes  vanished. Chromeskull cleaned the blade on the corpses shirt before turning the camera on his shoulder off. The glint of his chrome skull mask in th moons pale glow gave the illusion that he wasn’t human.

 “Job is done. Will stop by organization before heading home.’ He texted to his assistant Spann. The woman named Spann sighed at the message that popped up on her phone. “He’s coming back now” was all she said to a nervous looking Preston. All Preston could say was “oh fuck”.

Jesse got into his black car after sending the text. He drove through the night wanting to get to the office quickly so he could return home to his dear (y/n). In the early morning hours he pulled into the parking lot of a large warehouse. The offices of the organization were tucke away in the unassuming building. 

Once in his office the rather large man sat at his desk to finish any paper work that needed to be done. Soon after Spann and Preston walked in. The normally cocky man stood slightly behind Spann and his face projected the worry he felt inside. Spann on the other hand had her normal emotionless face, she was not an easy person to read. 

“What is wrong?” Said Jesse’s text to speech on his phone. He had practically smelled the fear seeping from his underling. 

“You know how you tasked us with with watching over you partner while you were away but told us to keep our distance so they would’t be suspicious?” Preston answered quickly. “What did you do Preston?” The voice from Chromeskulls phone spoke again. The underling looked offended ���I didn’t do anything. Why assume it was me?” Preston asked. 

“Sir surprisingly Preston didn’t do anything this time. Your partner, (y/n) knows” Spann spoke up sure that if she didn’t that her boss would kill preston. As much as she wanted to see that she had to admit that being able to push paper work off on Preston when she didn’t want to do it was useful. 

Mr. Cromeans slammed his hands down on the desk. Spann didn’t react to the violent outburst unlike Preston who may as well have jumped out of his skin. The large boss man put his mask away and stormed out of his office. Everyone in his way moved as he oozed anger. Once back in his car he let his fear shine through. The killer was scared. He needed to see his (y/n) as soon as possible. His last significant other had found out what he did for a living and she committed suicide right after, not being able to handle the idea that her gentle giant had a murderous side. 

Thoughts overwhelmed the drive home. What if they don’t want to see me? What if they’ve left already? What if they’re scared of me now? What if they went to the cops already? These thoughts raced in his head making the entire drive a blur. He parked in the driveway and let out a shaking breath. More anxious thoughts flooded in his mind like a raging river as he looked in the rearview mirror at his disfigured face. After a few moments he managed to talk himself into going into his house. He didn’t even remember walking up to the front door until he heard the click of it opening. Jesse took a deep breath pushing it open. The house was silent. He prepared for the worst. His chest ached as he walked into the dining room to find papers scattered on the table. They were files on him and his work, there were also graphic pictures of his films. Jesse’s heart drops, he can hear nothing but the sound of his own pounding heart. 

“I read through all of it…that is some very dark things…” A soft voice came from behind him. It was the voice of his beloved (y/n). Jesse couldn’t bring himself to turn around, not yet. He didn’t want to see the fear and despair that he assumed would be written on their face. Jesse would never see that though. The next words out of his partners mouth perplexed him. “I was worried. When were you going to tell me? I was starting to think all these business trips were really just for cheating.”

Jesse nearly gave himself whiplash from turning so fast. A smirk was plastered on their face. “You’re not scared of me or angry?” He signed wanting to know why. 

“Scared of you? You might be a serial killer but you’re a teddy bear to me. I’m only angry that you didn’t tell me sooner. I’m also relieved that you weren’t cheating.” (y/n) replied. 

“You are weird” He signed. He had no idea how his partner was taking this so well. 

“Says the man kills for a living” They smiled a genuine smile but it disappeared quickly. “I did think that maybe someone had sent them because they were trying to hurt you or worse. The thought of losing you is what scared the crap out of me.” (y/n) started to gather the pages that were on the table and walked into the living room. Chromeskull followed closely behind curious as to what was going to happen. “We should probably step up our ‘normal’ life image. You know it’s kinda cold in here” Their gentle voiced said. Jesse signed back a simple cold? The house wasn’t even slightly cold. (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes rolled at his cluelessness and placed the papers in the fireplace before setting them aflame. 

His significant other smiled a warm smile at him gently placing a hand on either side of his face bringing him down for a loving kiss. The killer happily returned the affection wrapping his arms around their waist. The two came up for air after a few moments. “I love you Jesse Cromeans. No more secrets okay?” He could only nod and kiss their nose in return not wanting to let them go. “That includes having your coworkers stalk me when you’re away.” They said catching the killer off guard making him back up a step. You knew they were there? “Of course I did. They aren’t exactly the best at it. Invite them for dinner. I want to meet them.” (y/n) replied casually. The thought of Preston being in his home made him cringe. Now that could be a disaster.

[spacefish370]

chromeskull x serial killer reader x the collector and we add ghostface? not movie ghostface, DBD ghostface.

Danny and reader were already together and know that each other are serial killers but Jesse and Asa do not.

I feel like it would be funny for Danny and reader to be caught in the act over something stupid and Asa and Jesse are the ones to catch them.

It's the middle of the and Danny and y/n slip out of the back door of their shared house. thinking that they didn't not wake their other two lover. little did they know the two men were never asleep to begin with. Jesse was worried and wanted to know what the two were up too. Danny and y/n get in the car all gear packed and ready of the nights horror feast. They leave. Jesse dragged Asa to the car to follow after them.

they arrive at a house and parked a safe distance away from Danny's car. They are gone for hours then two masked people get in the car. Jesse was about to pounce but Asa stopped him and picked up his phone to call them. "hey, where are you guys?" Asa asked. "we are a burger king because I want nuggets even though y/n say they are better at mcdonald's." Danny quickly came up with a lie." Okay." Asa and Jesse saw the masked man talk into the phone. Asa got out of the car and so did Jesse."are you in a car ?" Danny asked trying to mask with worry."No." Asa once again answered. they crept closer to the other car making sure they were none the wiser. Jesse moved to the passenger window. " Get me and Jesse something from there will you. I would like a chicken sandwich." Asa told Danny." What does Jesse want?" Danny asked." ask him yourself." Asa could the child like screams that came from both grown as adults. " Holy fucking shit Jesse!" y/n yelled from inside the car. Asa and jesse were quick to hop in the back of the car. lots of question were asked that night and common hobbies were discovered. What a bloody Valentine<3

[multific]

Choice

Jesse Cromeans x Reader

Words: 700

Summary: When you notice how Snapp started to get closer and closer to your husband, you feared to ask him to choose. What if he leaves you? But can you live in the shadows of another woman?

You always slept on his chest. Every single night for the last seven years. 

And even if it has been five years ago, the huge diamond and wedding band on your finger were heavy.

Jesse found you one night, tipsy and very very sad. He wanted to play with you, using you as his piggy, but he soon realized you were so much more. 

And here you were now, two years of dating and five years of marriage later.

You knew about the real Jesse, you were there with him through it all.

Even when his face became scarred, you didn't leave, he was still the man you fell in love with.

Jesse felt you shift a little, but you soon settled, he was on his phone, managing his business as you slept. He always enjoyed having you in his arms, he always work better with you in the same room.

In one hand, his phone, in the other you, running up and down your back to help you sleep. 

Lately, he notice Spann started to show interest in him. He wasn't blind, even if he lost one of his eyes, the other worked perfectly. Spann was trying her luck. 

At first, he didn't mind as he didn't think much of it, but soon, she started to do it more and more.

She started to touch him more, get closer to him and one time she even climbed onto his lap to help him shave his head.

Jesse wasn't dumb, but he wasn't interested in her. His eyes were always on you. That is why he married you after all. But you started to notice things.

You started to smell her perfume on him more and more.

The final straw was when you walked in on her basically in his lap, rubbing her hands on his chest. You needed to have a word with Jesse.

"Are sleeping with her?" you asked suddenly one evening during dinner. His eyes locked with yours, he couldn't believe what you just said. He pulled with phone out.

"No." said the voice from the phone.

"You could tell me, I won't be mad, well, I will be but I'm not going to yell or anything. I'll just leave. Yeah, I'll leave you two to be. If you choose her." you didn't sound very convincing, and that is because you weren't confident at all. You didn't know what you'd do if he choose her. 

"I don't care about her." it was a clear answer, but if it was true, why did he let her touch him?

"I found her basically in your lap this morning," you said.

Jesse tilted his head, so it bothered you.

"I cannot be 100% yours, if you are not 100% mine, Jesse. I married you because I love you, but I'm not open to you having relationships with others."

He nodded and stood up so suddenly, he nearly knocked the entire table over. You had to grab your glass so it wouldn't end up in your food.

"Where are you going?" you asked as he grabbed his suitcase and turned to leave.

"I'll be right back." he simply said before leaving. It was so sudden, you didn't even know what to think of it. Instead, you cleaned up the table and headed to take a long bath.

By the time he arrived back, you were on the couch reading while a show played on TV.

"Welcome back," you said as you turned a page. 

He sat down next to you and put his hand out, in his palm was something shiny. You put your book down as you looked at the shiny thing, the TV illuminated the object as you picked it up.

It was Spann's skull ring, covered in blood. Your eyes shot up to him as he was typing on his phone, he clearly had a lot to say.

"She will no longer bother you. I choose you, I'll always choose you." you closed your palm around the ring, eyes filling with tears. "I love you." said the voice again and you almost laughed. 

"I love you too." you said as you moved to hug him.

You were silly to doubt him and you will never ever do such a thing. Your love for one another was too precious for that. This deep and pure love which both of you shared was unbreakable.

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[glitchstoxicwaste]

Preston and Spann loudly arguing over something in the back seat of the car:

Y/N turns car radio up to max:

Preston and Spann Get louder to talk over it:

Y/N slams on breaks and turns radio down, turning towards them both: “IF YOU TWO DON’T SHUT UP AND GET ALONG I WILL TURN THIS DAMN CAR AROUND!”

Spann and Preston: “Sorry parent…”

Jesse typing: “Since when were we their parents?”

Y/N: “Since you decided you wanted me to be your S/O, you did this to yourself, deal with it.”

Jesse stiffens and looks out the window, contemplating his life decisions:

[littleoddwriter]

I drew a self insert version of this a couple of months ago and decided to do a general one for y'all fellow Chromeskull lovers. I've never done that before, so, yeah. I hope it is good enough. ^^"

[loveandmurders]

Hi I like to look at your page and I was kinda wondering if you do the slashers reacting to their victims hurting their s/o like they are are looking for them and they see their s/o on one knee in the ground and blood while the victim is standing there (Poly! Ghostface Stu & Billy, Thomas, Michael daddy Myers, Vincent, ChromeSkull)

Here’s apple juice and a bagel w/ cream cheese 🧃🥯

Hello there, thank you for the request and food :) <3 It was really nice to try to write for several slashers for one request tbh! I never wrote for Ghostface or Chromeskull before so I hope it is okay. Actually, it made me start a poly!Ghostface AU series and I’ll post it soon I think. Oh and I added Bo to your request because I feel he would have been sad to be excluded! Hope you’ll enjoy!! <3

Gender neutral reader and no physical description.

Warnings: Blood, mention of killing, violence, reader is hurt.

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

You weren’t yourself Ghostface, but the victim had high suspicion against you because no matter where you were, Ghostface never seemed to attack you.

You had no idea that Ghostface was Stu and Billy, but you had to admit you had noticed that somehow you seemed off limits.

(Once Ghostface even waved at you from far away before leaving to kill someone else, but you never talked about it to anyone)

So the victim attacked you, and you were bleeding on the ground.

They were ready to hurt you even more, in order to make you talk but one of the Ghostfaces would show up just in time after having heard noises of a fight.

It would be Billy behind the mask, and he would be really not happy about this.

He wouldn’t even bother to talk to the victim, or toy with them (even though it was his favourite hobby).

He would just attack them and protect you right away, too possessive to let anyone hurt you without consequences.

Stu would arrive soon after, wondering what Billy was doing, because he was suddenly not following the plan. 

And then he would see you, on the ground.

The sweet boy would worry instantly and he would grab you and help you back on your feet so you could both leave.

Despite the pain, you would notice how Stu didn’t seem to care about Ghostface, or didn’t seem to have any will to help the victim.

He would settle you upstairs, in a bed and he would look after you and fuss over you.

Soon after, Ghostface would find you, and remove his mask, revealing Billy, who would join you on the bed to make sure you were fine. He would also calm down Stu.

You would be shocked to understand who your boyfriends were.

Billy would sweet talk to you and kiss you to make you forget about it, and Stu would do anything to cheer you up and make you admit you still loved them.

And of course you did.

After that, they would keep you away from their crime scenes at all cost so it wouldn’t seem too obvious that Ghostface was in love with you.

Thomas Hewitt 

You were helping to prepare dinner in the kitchen, when a victim attacked you from behind.

They had stabbed you, forcing you to fall on your knees in front of them, your hands on your wound, as you were heavily bleeding on the ground.

Thomas would arrive just in time before the victim could kill you.

And no need to say the man would go feral and insane, unable to stand the sight of you like that.

He would instantly turn on his chainsaw and jump on the victim with all his strength and speed, like a cannonball aiming to violently kill.

The victim would have no chance of survival at all, because Thomas believed he was born to serve his family and protect the people he loved.

And he loved you more than anything else in his whole existence. And this person dared hurt you, which meant no mercy.

His bloodlust rage would only quieten down when he would see you falling on the ground, passing out from the pain and the blood loss, softly whispering his name for him to help you.

It would only then he would stop cutting the already dead body in pieces to check you up, turning off his chainsaw and letting it fall on the ground without any care.

Afterward, once the rage would be gone, he would be so panicked.

He would scoop you up and place you on the couch before looking for his Mama so she could patch you up or tell him what to do.

The man would also beat himself up for having let that happen to you and then he would act like your guard dog, making sure no one could hurt you again by keeping you by his side or asking you to lock yourself in your shared bedroom.

He would be paranoid and even more overprotective after that.

He would have nightmares about losing you and he would bring you closer to his chest in the night, making sure you were all safe and sound. No that you minded the attention at all.

Michael Myers (RZ)

Michael hadn’t thought one of the victims could escape him and find you watching TV in the living room.

And no need to say, he had never thought you would get hurt, no matter how many times you told him you didn’t like when he was bringing victims inside the house to play.

When he would see you, laying on the ground, hurt and unconscious, it would definitely break the remains of sanity he had inside of him.

His fist would tighten around his knife and before the victim could run away, Michael would grab them and pin them on the wall before stabbing them over and over again in the stomach.

If Thomas was full of rage, Michael was also the kind of slasher to not be able to stop himself. But unlike Thomas, it would be a very cold rage.

He wouldn’t express any emotions behind the mask, or he wouldn’t say anything or even groan in anger.

He would simply stab the victim until he would feel better about the situation, and then he would plunge his knife deep enough into the body for it to stay  pinned on the wall.

His attention would then get to you, and he wouldn’t know what to do at first.

He would be afraid to hurt you, but at the same time he couldn’t stand to see you on the ground, so he would eventually carry you to your shared bedroom, undress you and take care of you.

Because he had lived a great part of his life in an asylum, he knew how to take care of wounds and it worked in your favour.

He would never bring any more victims back home, and he would actually never let anyone in.

If someone was getting too close to his property, he would get out and kill them right away.

Killing to keep you safe was his new love language and you could only appreciate it because you had never been so safe in your whole life.

Vincent Sinclair

He had asked you to stay in the basement, where he thought you would be safe.

But of course, one of the victims had found the secret gateway leading the House of Wax to his place.

And when the tourist saw you there, minding your own business with a book in one hand, they had guessed you weren’t another victim.

They wanted to hurt you, like the masked twin had hurt their own people so they didn’t hesitate to jump on you and to beat you.

When Vincent would arrive, panicked after he had realised one victim was missing, you would be on your knees, trying to get up to fight back.

But your head would be throbbing and you wouldn’t be sure you wouldn’t fall if you went back on your feet.

Vincent would know better than panicking or going insane.

Like Michael, cold and silent rage would rise inside of him like a wave ready to destroy everything.

But unlike Michael, rage wasn’t equaling chaos to him.

Vincent was an artist who spent his days creating and who needed the tourists for his creations.

So he didn’t jump on the victim to cut him into pieces, he would really silently move behind them before they could strike again, and then slice their throat open.

He would take a lot of pleasure to kill them and he would make sure his movements were slow and precise so the tourist could have the time to feel the pain and to realise they were going to die before ineed dying.

Once done, he would let the body loudly fall and then his rage would be replaced right away by worry and tenderness for you.

He would be your special doctor and take care of you until you were fully healed. He would even make sure Bo left you alone for that time and he would ask Jonesy to stay with you when he couldn’t.

At night, he would cuddle you with extra love to make you forget he failed you.

Bo Sinclair

One of the victims had been able to get inside the house and had been smart enough to stay silent, so you didn’t notice them at first.

When you would, it would be too late already, and you got hit on the head.

You fell on the ground instantly, only half conscious anymore and unable to move.

Bo would have noticed that one of the tourists was heading to his house, but he was already busy with another one, so he simply hoped Vincent would protect you, like he always told his twin he needed to, when he couldn’t do it himself.

Unfortunately Vincent was in the House of Wax, also dealing with tourists.

Bo would finally run to the house, and would find you laying on the ground, the soon-to-be-dead tourist ready to beat you again.

Bo wouldn’t even need to think, he would act on pure instinct to protect you.

Even if he could be sometimes a little bit harsh with you, like he was with everybody including himself, he would do anything to keep you safe and happy.

You were part of the family and it meant no one was allowed to touch you.

If he had his gun on him, he would do an absolutely perfect headshot. If he didn’t have his gun, he would jump on the tourists and beat them with his bare hands until their head would be smashed and his own knuckles bleeding and hurt.

Once the tourist would be dead, his whole attention would be on you. He would place you on the couch and look after you before finishing off the killing.

When he would be back home, with Vincent, you could hear him yelling at his twin for having let anything happen to you.

And while checking on you, he would also be pissed at you for not having been more careful.

But you knew the man had just been very worried to lose you.

And at night, he would hug you even closer than usual.

ChromeSkull

Jesse was always proud to believe he was in control, especially when it was about killing or about you.

You were his, and he needed to make sure you were fine, hence he had settled cameras inside your shared house so he could keep an eye on you when he was away.

It was how he saw a man getting inside his place and attacking you; you were an easy target to get after Jesse; he should have seen that coming.

No matter what he would be doing, he would let go of it right away, even if it was a killing. (If that was a killing, he would throw the victim in his car trunk to deal with later).

In no time he would be back home, and ready to slaughter whoever dared to touch you.

His knives would be already ready to strike as he went right where you and your aggressor were, with the same violent cold rage that Michael could have.

For once, he wouldn’t play, he wouldn’t torture, he wouldn’t even try to understand who this person was, he would just kill as roughly and painfully as possible, because someone who hurt you just couldn’t continue to live in the same world as you.

Once the killing would be done, he would then carry you somewhere comfortable and take care of you obsessively.

Until you would be fully healed, he wouldn’t let you leave your bed and he would threaten to tie you up there if it meant you stopped fighting his will.

His paranoia would have no limit after that event, and he probably would insist for the two of you to move out somewhere else, more secured.

There was also no way you would ever leave the house after this and you would live like his personal little doll, all safe and sound in a golden prison.

No need to say that no one else ever touched you again, as Jesse would kill whoever even pronounced your name his way.

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[nymphbunnyys]

How will Asa, Bo, Michael, Jason and Jesse react to the fact that their girlfriend already has a child?

This is kind of adorable and the idea of such scary men with such little beings kills me. All of these will have the kid as a female because…. I don’t know, but scary men with the sweetest little girls is too cute to me.

I’m doing peepaw Myers because… yes. May be a bit out of character for him but I’m sorry he deserves some love man.

Michael Myers

- if I’m being honest at first Michael ignores your kid completely. As much as he can I mean.

- he.. loves you, yes. But it’s not his, and even if it was I doubt he’d pay much attention to it either. But he’d never put your kid in harms way and he’ll remind himself to be extra careful when he’s around them.

- he won’t admit it… but the kid starts to grow on him. One night, you’d manage to get Michael to actually sit down with you and your daughter for dinner, his fists sat completely still atop the table, eyes burning at the food that your daughter decided not to eat.. to which Michael did the same. He refused to eat. You knew your daughter had a fondness over who she called “mommy’s big monster” she was always at his heel, tugging at his sleeves, trying to get him to play games with her. Fuck she even called him daddy on occasion. But he refused.. silently blowing her off every time. Until now.

- the phone rang endlessly, annoyance running through your demeanour as you left the table to pick up the phone, answering to your daughters father. Michael knew by now that the conversations had always ended horribly, and so did your daughter.. His eyes averted back towards her, watching as she sulked at the piece of chicken in front of her. He blinked before watching his hand grab his fork and take a bite into his chicken, nodding with a soft smile on his face. This was unlike Michael. This wasn’t Michael’s usual characteristics. But something about the way your daughter sat.. oh so sadly over hearing mommy fight over the phone. Too many memories were brought back to him and he was determined to not let her feel those things. He softly leaned over towards your daughter, grabbing her fork instead and eating a piece of her chicken, his eyes burned into hers watching as they lit up with shock causing him to widen his eyes and open his mouth pretending to shocked. A soft giggle left her lips, little hands pressing into his white beard to push his face away.

- he chuckled quietly. Letting out a grunt of satisfaction And the two ate together. Don’t worry they sat with you to eat too.

- he probably sits in his recliner with her once he’s grown more attached. She’ll be curled up, little legs on either side of his sides head full of messy hair, thumb in mouth and comfy on his chest while they watch her favourite Disney princess movie under a warm blanket. It’s a cute site, such a vile monster with such a sweet little angel, something about her brings a soft side out of Michael not even one you could bring out.. and he’s alright with it.

- he could get used to this.

Bo Sinclair

- he really doesn’t care too much, he’s definitely a bit nervous whenever you’re daughter is around, he knows her dad isn’t in the picture so he feels like he’s got some shoes to fill and it freaks him out.

- his nerves more or so come from his own problems. It being, he’s afraid he’ll be like his own father. Even though your daughter isn’t his.. the first day he met her he felt like he had some responsibility over her, felt some sort of protection over her. So yeah.. his fear of turning out like his dad and treating your daughter the way he was treated haunted him for a while.

- Bo loves her like she’s his own honestly. He’s always carrying her, making sure she’s eating properly, giving her baths, taking her on rides outside of the town.

- Bo has a set rule that every Friday It’s “daddy daughter day” that means no one’s else is allowed to be with the two. He’ll get her dressed and they’ll go on a trip to the park, go to her favourite stores. Get her favourite snacks, have picnics, whatever she wanted really.. Bo spoiled her rotten. And it was always the best day ever.

- your daughter is glued to him like super glue. Most nights you can’t even sleep properly because the two take up the whole bed. She follows him everywhere he goes even into his garage. Little does she know.. she’s a big help when luring victims in. All Bo has to do is pick her up and set her on his hip, and she’ll have the victims gushing over her cheeky little smile.

Jason Voorhees

- big boy is very scared. Not of the kid but.. just. Being around your kid? Like I said, big boy. He’s big. The fear of knocking your kid over, or doing anything to harm them is utterly terrifying to him.

- mask stays on if she’s ever around. He’s too scared of making her scared of him it’s the last thing he wants, for your kid to be scared of him and you hate him for it.

- he’ll take her on fishing trips. When the cabin is silent and no campers are around he’ll drag the old boat his momma tucked away in the old storage shed, getting your daughter to help him push it into the lake. Even though her little arms couldn’t actually push the boat he’ll make sure she knows she did most of the work, pointing towards her arms to show her how strong she is.

- it’s a tight fit for him, his legs are tucked towards his chest and his arms are struggling to move around as the boat can’t really carry him but he makes sure your kid as enough space to sit comfortably. Holding her little fishing rod with a happy smile on her face.

- I think having your kid around makes him.. also feel like a kid again. Except, a happy kid. She heals his inner child. Most nights, he’s fallen asleep with her, he’ll be cuddled in her little bed, her pink and purple blanket covered over his shoulders while she snuggles close to him under the blankets, book in hand while she reads him her favourite bed time stories. He won’t sleep until she’s asleep just so he can make sure she’s safe.

- he likes to bring her things. Wether Jason be out tending to campers he’ll always come back with something for your daughter. Teddy bears, jewelry, stories the children kept around the camp, and so on. He’d even make her things. Now he wasn’t really crafty but he did his best. Making her dolls out of sticks and so on.

- safe to say he loves her very much. He’s her big teddy bear. And she’s his little teddy bear.

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans:

- Now. I know I said Bo spoils his s/o’s daughter but Jesse. Now that is different. Your daughter is spoiled spoiled. Gifts whenever she wants, whatever she wants, wherever she wants. Now he doesn’t just spoil her he spoils you both rotten. Your his girls, he’s gotta spoil you both.

- he’ll 100% have tea parties with her. Once work is out of the way he’s home sitting in her chair with a pink tutu too small but he’ll manage, nails painted pink and a pretty princess crown atop his head. His large hands will grab the cup and bring it to his burned lips, pretending to sip whatever she decided was in the cup.

-“aren’t I a pretty princess?” The text to voice would come through the phone as you laugh softly at his comment, watching your daughter nod quickly and wrap her little arm around his shoulder, sitting happily on his lap while her other hand place eyeshadow on him.

- he probably met her really young, so she kinda grew up thinking he was her dad. And he was more than happy to take part in that role. so it’s safe to say she’s a pretty big daddy’s girl.

- you’re a bit hesitant to let Jesse bring her to work, but he keeps her in the office sat directly on his lap and that’s where she stays. While Jesse has meetings with Preston, your daughter is playing with Jesse’s blazer, giggling quietly at how angry Preston sounds. Jesse softly scuffing at her reactions.

- she runs around with his mask. You have to tell her to be careful as the mask is quiet heavy, if she trips and falls Jesse would have a heart attack then and there, freaking out like a paranoid mother.

The collector/ Asa Emory

- he’s a bit.. distant from your daughter. I’m not sure Asa is really a family man. But he try’s? For you.

- he’s strict. She’s not allowed near his office. She’s not allowed to touch his things. She’s not allowed physical contact with him. She’s not allowed… really anything to do with Asa. He’s cold towards her, and as much as it pisses you off part of you can’t really blame him?

- Asa had.. a pretty traumatic childhood and due to who he is now, bringing that upon yet another person I don’t think he could handle it. Especially someone so young.

- although he has his rules, he isn’t always like that. He’s very much the same as he was with you. He was cold, there was rules and then.. they were slowly forgotten about. He came around. Slowly, but surely.

-it’s different with you of course, and he still turns a cold shoulder towards your daughter from time to time, but he’s began to bring her things. A porcelain doll as of recently made its way into your daughters room. Sat perfectly atop her dresser, she wore a baby blue dress, hair blonde and curly, eyes bright blue. Her lips were cheery red along with her blushing cheeks. She looked, kind of like your daughter. Maybe it reminded Asa of her?

- when bringing it up he’ll refuse that he did it, get mad at you even for thinking he’d do something like that. God y/n you know how he feels about your daughter why would he give her things? But he’s wrong, he knows he’s lying, though he’s not a family kind of guy there’s a part of him that really does care about her. But he scares her, and he knows he does. He’s scared to hurt her, so keeping himself distant is his way of trying to not scare or hurt her.

- but he does open up more. One night you left the two alone, begging him to watch her as something came up for work and you really needed to be there. She had already been in bed so it wasn’t entirely a big deal. Until it was. She woke up an hour or two after you had left, leaving Asa sat completely still and quiet on his sofa listening to your daughters feet softly tiptoe towards him.

-“Asa..” he slowly looked over his shoulder, his knuckles turning white from gripping onto his jeans. She rubbed her eyes softly, letting a soft yawn escape her lips. “Yes.” He uttered, trying to keep his voice down not wanting to alarm her. “You think… you could read me a story” she paused quickly looking at him properly. “Please.”

- fuck. How could he say no..

-so he stood up slowly, walking past her towards her room, stopping once he stood in her doorway and looking back at her. “Well come on. Let’s get you to bed bug” he may have shocked himself with the sudden nickname, but he only told himself it was a way to soothe her.. no other reason at all. Her smile melted him, watching as she hurried past him and hopped into her bed, grabbing onto her cockroach plushie. Yeah. Honestly you thought they’d get along considering her love for bugs but because Asa never paid any mind to her, he never really noticed till now. His eyes searched her room carefully not fully realizing her slight obsession. Books about bugs, bug plushies, a butterfly in a jar, etc.

- maybe she wasn’t so bad..

[deady-nightshade]

Cuddling the Slashers HCs 🔪

✨Let’s Snuggle!✨

Slashers Included: Asa Emory (The Collector), Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull), Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Pinhead, and Billy Lenz 

Warning/Disclaimer: Mentions of sex (nothing graphic), mentions of abuse (physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual), mentions of mental illnesses/disorders, swearing, blood, stitches, biting, slasher stuff, aftercare, stitches, bandages, and tooth-rotting fluff. 

**First time writing for Billy Lenz! Let me know what you think**

**Not Proofread: We will go down with this ship like the adults we are**

Asa Emory (The Collector): 

The only time this man will permit cuddles is when the two of you are in bed going to sleep, or have just had sex. Cuddles, especially after having sex, are usually gentle. He will take that time to inspect any marks that he had made (and after patching/stitching them up), he will hold you close and wait for you to fall asleep. And once you are asleep, he will kiss your face and brush the hair from your face. 

The cuddles are for you, not him. As I’ve started many times, Asa isn’t the biggest fan of touching, so he has tons of limits (when he can/wants to be touched, how he wants to touched, spots that you cannot touch him, and so on), and he will enforce those limits if need be. 

Even though he’s particular with touch, and might straight up deny you at times, there’s a part of him, deep down, that craves touch and affection (but he will never admit this). The only time he actually craves contact and affection is after having a rough day (whether at work or with his collection *cough* Arkin  *cough*. 

Big Spoon vs Little Spoon: Big spoon all the way! It’s a control and dominance thing for him. Don’t even try to pull a fast one on him...he will not hesitate to punish you. But if you’re into that then you go right for it (I won't judge). 

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull):

He loves having you laying on top of him (it doesn’t matter your size!). You are his personal weighted blanket! I picture him laying with his legs slightly parted and you occupying the space that he had made

Loves it when you gently run your fingers up and down his scarred face, especially if you place feather-light kisses on them and whisper sweet words of adoration and love. Now, if you were with him before the accident, it will take time (a lot of time), before he is willing to let you touch his face and see him up close and personal like this. But with patience, understanding, and love, he will slowly open back up. And even though his brain can’t interpret pain signals, the rest of his body can. So if you were to touch his face during healing and shortly after, his blood pressure will go up (and not in a good way), and so on. 

The two of you initiate and receive cuddles equally. And this man will put down whatever he is working on to hold you, and if he can’t for whatever reason, he will pull you onto his lap and continue working. 

Big Spoon vs Little Spoon: Either or. If you are shorter than him (and I mean significantly shorter, like under a foot) he will find your attempts at spooning him adorable. And if you are on the taller side, he will enjoy the feeling of your face buried in his upper back, especially If you press kisses the exposed skin. 

Brahms Heelshire:

Needy boy: He wants and needs to be taken care 24/7! He will demand cuddles at anytime, regardless of what you are in the middle of doing, and if you can't accommodate him right away, he will throw a fit. Just kiss his forehead and whisper in his ear, ‘Later, Brahms. I promise’. Brahms will momentarily freeze, and then be pliant for the rest of the day, allowing you to continue do your chores and whatnot. 

Brahms will cuddle you anywhere: couch, chair, bench, bathtub, bed... wherever, whenever. When the two of you finally do cuddle, this man will situate himself between your legs, rest his head on your chest, wrap his arms around your waist, and proceed to turn into a puddle of goo. 

Good luck getting up. Once you are down, you’re down for the count. The only time you are getting up is when Brahms gets up, and this man will not move. 

Big Spoon vs Little Spoon: Both! Loves any and all cuddles. Position does not matter! Just as long as the two of you are touching and holding one another, he’s on cloud 9. 

Thomas Hewitt: 

What I would give to be hugged by Thomas-fucking-Hewitt! His arms are strong, thick, and so warm! You cannot tell me that he would give some of the most loving and intimate hugs/cuddles. 

Loves holding you whenever and wherever he can. He will hold and cuddle you in front of Luda Mae and on occasion, Monty, but he will not do it in front of Hoyt for obvious reasons, 

When he holds you in his arms, that’s when Thomas truly feels like he is home. Yes, he is always with his family, but with Hoyt’s cruelty and Monty's indifference, sometimes that feeling of home goes away. But with you, he knows he’s loved and treasured. You are his home. 

Big Spoon vs Little Spoon: Thomas is primarily the Big Spoon for two major reasons; one, he loves having you pressed against his chest with his arms holding you tight, and two, he loves being the position of protecting and serving you. If he's had a rough day (due to Hoyt, chasing victims, etc...), Thomas loves being cared and tended by you. When you hold him and take that role of protector, Thomas could cry tears of happiness. You make him feel so safe. 

Bo Sinclair:

This man is a fucking gremlin — he likes to tease and play with you, and he likes making you work for things. Oh, you want to cuddle, best believe that this man is going to unleash hell on you: tickling, biting, spanking, hair pulling, the works! He will only give in if you won against him, so prepared to play dirty and do subliminal flirting. 

The only time he will actually cuddle you (without rough housing), is after you two have had sex. That’s the only time he lets down his tough-guy’s persona. 

And because of his tough-guy persona, he does not like cuddling in high-traffic areas, ie, living room, porch, mechanic shop, etc... He will only cuddle you in the privacy of your shared bedroom and the shower. The only time he will cuddle you in front of someone is when he's jealous or annoyed with his brothers (he likes rubbing their faces in with your guys’ relationship). 

Big Spoon vs Little Spoon: Big Spoon! He is the ‘dominant’ one in the relationship and has very old-fashioned beliefs engrained in his head. On the rare occasion, you can spoon him, but that only happens when he is exhausted or already passed out in bed. 

Vincent Sinclair: 

I want to play with his hair so badly Imagine cuddling him and running your fingers through his long, silky hair! 

Most of your cuddle sessions will occur in the basement, and your shared bedroom. He has no qualms with Lester seeing the two of you being intimate, but it’s a whole other story if Bo were to see. Better safe than sorry.

Loves kissing your face, especially your nose, cheeks and lips. You are his muse and loves seeing your face, even if you have a serious case of bedhead, smeared makeup, and whatnot. You are beauty personified to this man, and he wants to show you how much he loves you by placing tender kisses and caresses to your face.

Big Spoon vs Little Spoon: He has no preference. He loves holding you and being with you in any and every way. If he's had a hard day, he wants nothing more than to lay in your arms and be loved. And Vincent loves serving and protecting you, and that translates to him wrapping his body and arms around you. 

Pinhead (Hell Priest):

The first time you try to cuddle them, you will approach them from behind, causing Pinhead to jump and look down at you in confusion. 

“What are you doing, little human?” 

“I’m cuddling you!” 

Cue a very confused yet intrigued Cenobite. Once he is properly cuddled, this Cenobite will yearn for cuddles. Cenobites do not cuddle — they fuck and maim, so having your arms wrapped around them is a wonderful and welcomed sensation, albeit, a tad bit odd. 

After cuddles have been established in your relationship, they will surprise you by approaching you from behind and wrapping their arms around you. The same way that you cuddled them for the first time. There’s something intimate about holding someone from behind.

Big Spoon vs Little Spoon: Either! It really depends on whether or not their pins have been removed and what position the two of you end up in. I HC them liking it when you lay on their chest, but again, this Cenobite loves to cuddle! 

Billy Lenz:

Oh, boy, this where things get a little complicated....unlike the other slashers on this list, not much is known about Billy, except for the pieces we get here and there when he's talking to the girls on the phone. He was abused, that much is clear, and I believe it was physical, verbal, emotional, and possibly sexually, along with having a mental disorder/illness. And as we know, Billy fell into the cycle of abuse: He was abused and became an abuser to his sister, Agnes. We also know that he did not receive the proper care he needed in order to undo all those years of trauma. 

Dating Billy has its many challenges, but the biggest one is how he sees woman...he hates woman but he lusts them at the same time. Your relationship is going to move at snail’s pace, it needs to, especially when it comes to physical contact. And even when Billy is used to it, there are going to be periods of time where he does not want to be touched, and he might snap at you if you try touching him. He needs your patience and love if he is going to get better (along with intensive therapy and treating his mental illnesses/disorders). 

Now, when it comes to cuddles and cuddling Billy, it’s going to be entirely dependent on his mental state at the moment. Sometimes he will tackle you and demand attention, other times he will hesitantly hold you and physically be there, but he won’t be there mentally. When that happens, just hold him and reassure him, especially if he begins muttering to himself and verbally repeating the words of abuse that he suffered as a child and early teen. 

Big Spoon vs Little Spoon: Both! If he is having a hard time staying present and controlling his emotions and thoughts, please get behind him and hold him, or better yet, pull him onto you so he’s basically laying on you, and ran your hands up and down his back. If he's having a good day, then he might be big spoon. But again, I see the two of you cuddling more face-to-face, with your legs intertwined. 

[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

slickt

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

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Slashers reaction when their soft, quite s/o suddenly snapped out

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Warning: Mentioned of blood, Implied death and threat, slight mention of bad words, Fluff in the End

Feat: Jason, Michael, Asa and Jesse

Jason Voorhees

-Jason Knew you as his Sweet and loving wife

-so seeing you like this was different new to him. So you're at your Shared Cabin and you're waiting for your Beloved Husband when a trespasser suddenly enters to you lr house and asking for your help

-the Person was covered with blood and several wounds and you knew what you have to do. You sat the person down and went to the Kitchen to get the first aid kit when Suddenly the Trespasser throws an insult with your Husband “The ugly m*ther f*cker!.. I'm gonna kill him!” After hearing that you still calm yourself down and approach to him

-you knew that your husband was about to come so you tend the person's Wounds slowly ane carefully “By the way Are you living here alone?” The person ask you “No” You replied Plainly “You should leave this place.. This place is dangerous! There's a f*cking ugly monster outsi-” Without another word you punch the person so hard making them stumble “What the f*ck!” The person screamed out

-You grab the Vase from the side table and hit the person so hard pouring your anger. After a fee more hit the person was already dead and your hands were now covered with blood. You inhaled sharply when Suddenly a loud thud make your head turns around to see your Husband, Jason. He was staring at you with a Widened eyes “Forgive me” You stormed off locking yourself at your Shared Bedroom

-After a few minutes Jason enters and sat down besides you. He took off his mask and tilt your head so you can see him “What Happened?” he sign making you remember the whole scene “that person throws an insult at you.. At first L just ignored it until they called you a monster and I couldn't control myself anymore so I killed him” You sob out shutting your eyes close

-Jason doesn't mind them calling him ugly or a monster but seeing how it affects you makes him feel a little sad and upset. As you cry, your husband Jason slowly wrap his arms around you and press a tender kiss into your Forehead

Michael Myers

-You were a nurse and your only job is to take care of Michael

-Michael Fell in loved with you at first sight. You're Loving, kind and Gentle with him. Michael might treat a little bit Coldy but he Listens to you Only and that's why Dr. Loomis Wants you to take care Michael

-one night as you about to leave the Hospital when you heard Dr. Loomis that he will take Michael and do something bad to him. Into your shock you immediately run towards Michael's Room to talk to him

-And when you get there you take his hand and tell him about the plan of Dr. Loomis “You have to leave.. Now” You said but Michael doesn't want to leave you “Come. With. Me” A Deep voice spoke up. Looking into his Eyes you immediately sees the Sincerity into his eyes. Hesitantly you nod and let him lead you outside

When the both of you got outside a loud bang suddenly caught your attention

-Michael was being shot. You turn to him and take a look on his wound and without a second doubt you raise your hands up showing that you surrendered and slowly approach the person and when you do, you Swiftly grab the Gun and Shot the person straight to their head. You shot the person over and over again until Michael Pulls you away

-You and him got away and you took him somewhere very private so you can stay there for while. You treated his wounds and give him some food and after that You Put Michael into a room while you change into something comfortable

Michael was sitting on the bed when you came back from the bathroom “You should take a bath” You said making Michael Stood up and approach you “I'm going oit to buy you some clothes to wear and tomorrow we're go-” Your words was Interrupted by a firm kiss on the lips

-Michael was so Turned on seeing you in that kind of state. He really likes it but doesn't wanted you to do it again because he doesn't wanted to put you into a great danger

Asa Emory

-You were his Girlfriend and his Best Student

-Asa loves your Sweet and caring side that he always longing for your Presence and time but this time was very different

-You told him that you're going to a party with your friends and of course he let you be but reminded you tha you needed to be careful

-When the Night has come Asa Gets ready to go to his Hotel and continue his works but when he's about to get there he saw a very familiar face and it was you. You were being cornered by a man

He watches you from afar when his phone suddenly rings up. When he picks it up je heard your Nervous tone “Babe Can you pick me up? There's a man harassing me” You said but Asa were just Listening at you and then he just said that “I'll be coming” Then Hangup his phone

-after a while the man was still not letting you go so you've decided to take the matters into your hands

You grab the man's Collar and punch his face so hard making stumble off his feet “You b*tch!” You harshly kick the man's face making his nose bleeds even more, the man let out a loud groan as you left him

-after you left Asa was in shocked like totally in shocked because he never actually sees you angry before and this is was a massive turn on for him. Man he will do anything in his power to see this side of you again and definitely he will be in trouble when he gets home

Jesse Cromeans

-Jesse treats you as his Little Princess. You're never calm, kind and Passionate about him and yourself

-But Preston just happened to cross the line and found himself being pinned by you on the ground

-Actually it was an accident when you heard him talks ill about your Husband and of course you do liked it so you immediately snapped on him making him immediately regretted his words

-Span Immediately calls Jesse out just to calm you down and when he gets there he saw you holding Preston by his hair and slapping his face so hard “If I happen to hear that you talks ill into my husband again.. I'll make sure to cut that tongue of yours understand?!” Preston only Nods in response

-The whole people at the warehouse witnesses how you discipline Preston in your own way and also making them feared you like the way they feared their boss. Turning at Corner you saw your Husband and you knew that he was smirk under his Chromeskull mask

You approach him and let him wrap his Strong arms around your waist “Let's go to my Office” He sign making you rolled your eyes and let him take you at his office to deal some business🤨

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Fanfic challenge

Hi! I am currently challenging myself to write at least one fanfic a day! if you have any slashers or prompts for slashers that'd you'd like me to try please send in an ask!! I do not write NSFW since I think I'm pretty crappy at that. I will write darker topics such as depression, ED's, etc. along with lighthearted topics. If the slasher is not from a popular source, please put the source so I can make sure to write correctly!

[viscidmonarch]

Halloween 😩🧡

[slasherscrybaby]

Asa and Jesse looking for Y/n

Y/n runs over to them

Jesse looking at you worried

Asa: Where were you?! We was looking for you!

Y/n: Your creak head pets chased me after I saw them fighting 😭

Jesse silently laughs while Asa just rolls his eye

[multific]

Slow Dance

Jesse Cromeans x Reader

Summary: You always admired his tattoos.

Every time he wrapped his arms around you, you just admired the ink on his skin.

Of course, your favourite was the one in the middle of his chest. You kissed that one many many times. 

But his arms were filled. Right up to his shoulders both of his arms were covered and he even had some on his legs. One of his favourites was a newer one he got, a rather cliché one but he made you wear dark lipstick and kiss a piece of paper, you were so confused but the next day he came back with the exact print of your lips on his chest, right above his heart. 

He did that for your anniversary and you had a doubt the red lace you had in mind was nowhere near as good.

Jesse was a strange man, he was very particular. He was very clean and organised. Everything had its place. In the beginning, you found it strange that such a man would allow ink to be put in his skin but it soon started to make sense.

The Skull on his chest showed his status, his true self. 

Chromeskull. 

At the start, you thought that the Chromeskull was just an identity of his, but soon you realized Jesse was more like the part he's hiding and the Chromeskull is his real, true self. 

But you loved both, and both loved you. 

He was sitting at his table, you assumed working while you sat on the small couch in his office with your legs laid in front of you. 

"Found a new piggy?" you asked as you saw his eyes shine in a way it only did when he found something new. It was a very different shine from the way he looked at you.

He nodded and turned his laptop. The woman on the screen looks almost identical to you, same hair colour, and around the same weight. 

Your expression dropped a little, your eyes met his. So far, the women he killed were nothing like you. Complete opposite so to see someone who looks almost like you, gave you the expression he wanted to kill you perhaps. 

"She- uh...She looks nice, hope you'll have fun with her." you said as you quickly walked out of the room and into the bathroom. 

Why were you panicking? Throughout the many years you spent with him, it never once occurred to you that he might want to hurt you. So, why were you so on edge right now?

You never even noticed the door opening next to you only when you caught something moving out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm not feeling well." you said as you turned to wash your face.

"She looks like you and it bothers you." his text-to-speech said as you dried your face and looked at him.

"It's just-"

"I'd never hurt you." 

"I know Jesse, its just-"

"I'll never hurt you, she looks like you, yes, but that is it. I will never hurt you, you mean too much to me." you knew that, he didn't have to say it, you knew that, but then why did you react the way you did?

"I know, Honey, I just never expected for it to really... None of them ever looked like me and I know you will never hurt me, it just worries me."

"I'll find a new Piggy." the voice said after a couple seconds. "I will not be able to do it, she will remind me of you too much."

"You don't have to if you don't want to, really I'm okay with it."

"I wanted to try out something new, someone different and that's how I found her, I didn't even realize she looked like you until your reaction." you nodded, understanding that sometimes he really didn't see the person but rather the piggy in them.

"It really is okay, Jesse. Do as you wish, I'll be here. I'm hungry so I'll go and make something, would you like dinner?"

He nodded before he took a step and hugged you, pulling you close before he too joined you in the kitchen.

He could tell you weren't 100% sure so he wanted to comfort you. 

And he knew one was to do just that. After dinner, you two went to the living room, you were searching for something to watch on TV while he turned on the radio, putting a nice slow song on, you looked at him.

He had his hand out, waiting for you to take it. And you did. He started to slow dance with you, the same song played as on your wedding, it really reminded you of it. 

You had two weddings, on for the public and the other just for you where he wore his mask.

Sometimes it still surprised you that a man who is so gentle with you can be so cruel to others, but you didn't care about others. You cared about him. 

He then suddenly pulled back and removed his shirt, letting your eyes roam along his delicious-looking skin, you looked up at him. 

He then pulled you back, placing one of your arms on his back, the other on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat.

You recalled how truly handsome he was before the accident, you still found him very very handsome, you made sure to often tell him so he wouldn't forget. You remembered the past as the song played, as your fingers roamed his skin.

"I love you," you said not like he didn't know. You placed a kiss right where is lips tattoo was as your eyes locked with his, you knew he felt the same, you didn't need to hear it, he proved it every moment. "You go and get that piggy."

He wanted to smile but his scars didn't really let him, so he just nodded once. 

Because right in that moment he realized, no matter how many women he kills, no matter how many of them look like you, he will never be able to hurt you.

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