#harry warden x you

[reveseke]

Napping ... Sleepy boy.

E -> Harry Warden/The Miner, My Bloody Valentine. GN reader.

Content; Blood mention but p canon typical tbh. Uhh sleepy.

A/N; I personally headcanon him being a lil antsy about being without his mask. I have a big soft place for this slasher personally and I'd just love to take a nap with him <- just woke up, this is self indulgent so Harry's S/O is written to be smaller than him. Fluffy lil writing exercise thing, not really just rotated this idea enough to write it down.

Napping with Harry Warden, feeling him sneak his arms around your torso and may his masked head on the crook of your neck. He can't really smell you, but you can smell the aroma of the cologne he's wearing, the stuffy coal and the nature on him. Maybe some metallic scent, that most likely is somewhat resembling the scent of blood.

Anxious about taking his gasmask off, so it stays off; it's cold surface making goosebumps spread over your skin but after a while it doesn't bother you anymore. Hearing the steady breathing and feeling his heart thump in your ear, a quiet comforting sound to the fact that you aren't alone.

He's content, having you against him. Your body is warm and smaller to his, someone to grab and move around easily, someone to easily fit in the curve of his own body whenever he wants and decides so. Someone's beating heart against his that he didn't feel disgusted by.

Either, now your clothes are full of coal dust or blood stain markings and hand prints from the hunt of the day. But it doesn't matter... much. What matters right now is that you're just laying your head on Harry's chest and snuggling with the man himself as he either drifts off or keeps awake and vigil while enjoying you being against his body and physically with him.

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 6 (Dubcon)

Harry Warden x Reader (NSFW)

(773 Words)

Summary: Whatever happens in the mines, stays in the mines

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, EXTREMELY dubious consent (like seriously), dead dove do not eat, descriptions of violence, guilt, confusing and shameful feelings, reader is a little delirious from the mining fumes, fear play (kinda), penetrative sex, Harry Warden being scary, coming on clothes, pickaxe threats

Notes: this one was a little tough to write, but I’m proud of how it turned out :) I’m starting to near the “oh man, I’m running out of inspo” phase, but fuck it we ball, we’ll push through LMAO enjoy the fic!!!

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There was no time to catch your breath. You weren’t sure how long you’ve been running and you didn’t know where you could even go. These mines were like a labyrinth. The air became lighter the further down you ran. Exhaustion and gradual decrease of oxygen quality makes for a deadly duo, but you couldn’t think about that now. All your friends were dead- at least, that’s what you’ve begun to accept. Reaching another dead end in front of you, the heavy footsteps of the murderous miner pounded in the distance.

Back against the wall, you sink to your feet, feeling utterly helpless. Around the corner of the darkened mineshaft, Harry Warden- the urban legend of the town, stalks into view.

As he creeps closer, his bloodied pickaxe comes into view. You remember just an hour ago, how it swung into skulls of your peers. The screams ring out in your brain. The image of the light leaving their eyes as blood and organs pool around you is forever etched in your memory.

You feel yourself being lifted off your feet, the collar of your shirt crumpled between his gloved hands. You can’t see anything at all behind the vacant, blacked out eyes of his dust mask. The wind is knocked out of you as he slams you against the jagged walls of the tunnel. You’re forced to deeply inhale the noxious fumes of the mine, making your brain go hazy as the miner’s hands grip onto your waist, traveling under your shirt.

You let out a soft gasp that weren’t entirely sure was out of fear or arousal. You’ve been running in these mines for so long, you didn’t know what to feel anymore. On one hand, you felt scared, alone, traumatized- definitely in need of some therapy after a situation as dire as this, wanting nothing more than to push him off you and run out of the tunnels. On the other hand, you were feeling utterly amorous as you allowed yourself to get felt up and groped by a pickaxe-wielding maniac, morbidly curious to see how far you were willing to go.

Your brain was running itself completely ragged. You didn’t know what you wanted anymore. Maybe the poor air quality and fumes were messing with your head- scrambling the terror and confusion and adrenaline and lust that were fighting over how your body should be reacting.

You could hear heavy grunts and muffled breathing through his mask. He was impossibly close to you, the heat of each other making the already compact mining tunnels feel like a pressure cooker. The unintentional (or was it?) friction from one another distracted you from your thoughts. It didn’t feel right to enjoy this, especially after witnessing something so violent and grotesque, but that didn’t matter once Harry Warden unzipped his pants, freeing his aching cock.

As you felt your pants being forced down, you attempt to push off the walls, but are met with his pickaxe- dripping with that fresh crimson, to the side of your neck.

You stare at him, terrified, yet exceedingly desperate. “I don’t want to die.” You whisper.

Harry reels back, swinging the pickaxe. You violently flinch, shrieking in terror as the pickaxe is wedged into the wall beside you. Before giving you any time to settle from the fear, Harry Warden pushes himself inside you, dripping and eager.

You wail in ecstasy as his cock pumps into you so quickly. You grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself. The strangled groans from inside his mask burrow their way into your mind, mingling with the screams and pleading from your friends being violently murdered. It scared you to know how aroused you were. Your friends were dead and here you were, getting fucked stupid by the man who killed them. And you liked it.

Your orgasm crashes into you, powerfully and unexpectedly. You shudder around the miner, who sloppily continues to thrust into you, not far behind in his own release. You could now add cum to the blood and dust that stained your clothes as he shoots his load onto you.

Your tainted clothes were the least of your problems now compared to your tainted mind. The thought of what just happened finally begins to sink it. You weren’t scared or disgusted, but were more so scared and disgusted at the fact that you didn’t feel like that at all. You didn’t know what would happen next, but there was one thing that you would continue to tell yourself for as long as you had left to live: Whatever happens in the mines, stays in the mines.

[puff0o0]

Harry Warden would adore an S/O who does nothing but talk

The silence has always brought an anxious feeling inside of him, as well as a dread before he reminds himself that he's not stuck in the minds with his dead, bitten coworkers around him. Hearing your voice helps him leave his head and stay in reality

He would do anything to hear your voice all day at every hour, it gets to the point where he even mentions things he knows gets you excited so he can hear you speak. He remembers everything you talk about, making mental notes for future gifts whether it be from a victim or not

When you're silent, he knows something is wrong and he does everything in his power to try and fix it. Comforting touches that have a voice of their own, just begging you to tell him what's wrong so that he can hear you talk again. He hates seeing you cry or seeing a frown on your face knowing that someone or something made you feel this way

If it was someone upset you, they would never be seen again, that's for sure

[toxictrashdump]

3/31 October sketches 2024

POV Harry Warden struck gold in the mines (the gold is you)

dong shlong version here LINK

[6lostgirl6]

Miss.coffin sorry I’m new here and sorry about my bad text. I’ve been made fun of in the past because of it I’m mentally disabled to an extent and I have a shy personality. I’ll get straight to the point, my favorite horror film is my bloody valentine 3d next to it is the 2009 f13 movie. There’s a huge debate I seen when it comes to the movie is it a split personality? Is Harry possessing Tom Hanniger? Personally I believe he’s possessed, but that’s just my belief. believe whatever you wanna believe. I always had the unpopular opinion the remake is better than the original. Anyway, I’ll get to my request. Can you do a 2009 Harry warden sfw or sfw Alphabet relating to my favorite character/miner? Thank you so much for your time miss.coffin.  I’m just glad some people are doing 2009 Harry warden because he’s better than his 1981 counterpart. Sorry I didn’t saying anything sooner. I didn’t know if you were open at the time like I know you are now and my shy personality sometimes gets in the way of things. just thank you miss.coffin.

SFW Alphabet - Harry Warden

TW: Slight Yandere Behavior, DID Terms, Mentions of killing, Possessive Behavior, My Bloody Valentine 2009 Spoilers,

A/N: Hello, my dear! You were just in time to send in a request! Personally, I believe it was a split personality, but that is a very good theory that Tom is actually possessed by Harry, I can see that! I went ahead and did SFW and I hope that's okay! I agree, I like the remake a lot better than the original! Thank you for this lovely request! I hope you enjoy! ❤️ Reblogs are appreciated!!

Affection: [How affectionate are they? How do they show affection? Do they enjoy PDA?]

Harry is more reserved than his counterpart, Tom, and it would take a while before he would show affection towards you. Once he knows you don't mean harm towards Tom, he'll be more open towards you. Silent and gentle strokes against your cheek with his gloved knuckles, ruffling your hair, and firm grips on your hand. He's more possessive than Tom, so he isn't against PDA.

Beauty: [What is their favorite part of their partner. Body part, trait, anything?]

His favorite part about his partner, is their personality. He tends to like people that are kind and understanding and his partner being sweet like Valentine's candy is perfect. His favorite body part of his partner is their eyes.

Comfort: [How do they comfort their partner? Ex. after a panic attack or bad dream?]

Harry is a very protective alter and your needs and safety are very important to him. He's not great with words but he will hold you close if you allow him, soothing you in some capacity. If someone would hurt you though, they would meet an ultimate demise.

Devoted: [How devoted are they in a relationship?]

Harry would be very devoted in a relationship, he's not a people person and very withdrawn. He only fronts when he is comfortable with the person or killing. You would literally be the only one for him.

Ending: [If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?]

The only reason he would break up with you would be if it were to protect you in some way and only for a short term until the problem was resolved or if you upset Tom extremely. At that rate, he would just kill you.

Future: [What is their ideal future with an s/o? Marriage? How would they be domesticly?]

He's inexperienced with domestic affairs, but he would try with you. He could see himself marrying his significant other, and he would be a very devoted partner. Tom would have to teach him a few things of course, since Tom was in a relationship before.

Gentle: [How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?]

Harry is not a gentle person and he had to learn how to be careful with you. In the beginning, he was rougher, grabbing your hand tightly or pulling you around when he wanted you close. However, he would eventually learn that he's stronger and needs to mind his strength. He's emotions are very strong and he feels strongly.

Hugs: [Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?]

In the beginning, Harry wasn't too interested in hugging. Again, he needed to feel more comfortable with his partner first. Once he is, he loves receiving affection from his partner. He rarely initiates it, but he would never deny a hug from you.

Intune: [How intune are they with their s/o's emotions? Can they read their s/o well?]

Again, he's inexperienced with relationships and previously only had to worry about Tom's feelings before meeting you. At the same time, Harry is very observant and he will learn in no time. Soon, he'll practically be able to read your mind on a few occasions.

Jealous: [How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?]

As mentioned previously, he feels strongly and at times, they're not healthy. He can be very jealous and pissed off when someone openly flirts with his partner in front of him. He's reserved, not speaking when you two arrive home and you think it's over. Until you see the same person on the news after he was supposedly hanged on a flag pole in front of the whole town.

Kisses: [Good kisser? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?]

He is a very good kisser, but can be very sloppy. His kisses are deep and passionate, stealing your breath easily. He likes kissing your forehead and neck, he's a very possessive man. He secretly likes being kissed on his temple or cheekbone, it causes his heart to melt a little.

Love Language: [What is their love language? Gift giving? Quality time?]

His love language is gift giving and physical touch. He's not very expressive with words so he likes to make it up with affectionate touches and bringing you chocolates. Don't ask why the case was bloody, he won't answer.

Memories: [What are their favorite memories with their s/o or family?]

His favorite memory with his significant other is their first kiss together.

Nicknames: [What do they call their partner?]

His voice is more gruff compared to Tom's and his nicknames sound so sweet when they slip from his lips. He likes calling you sweetheart, and darling.

Open: [When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?]

Patience: [How easily angered are they?]

He can be easily angered and has less patience than Tom. He doesn't tolerate bullshit or things not going the way they are supposed to be.

Quality Time: [How would they spend time with a partner? What are dates like?]

Harry enjoys dates that don't involve being around other people. For example, he would feel more comfortable stargazing, or spend time with you at home. However, if you insist on going into town, he co-fronts with Tom to feel more at ease. Dates are very attentive, Harry enjoys alone time with you and learning more things about you.

Random Headcanon:

Harry enjoys the sound of your voice and would enjoy you reading to him when he needs to unwind. He finds comfort with your voice and eyes and feel the tension wash away.

Security: [How protective are they?]

Oh, he's very protective and will go to extreme lengths to secure your safety. Even if it's through the means of killing. For example, not only did Harry kill the people involved with the mines, but he also killed people that upset/harmed Tom. Both Tom and you are very important to him and he would do the same with you. Your life matters more than the idiotic people in town.

Tiny Ones: [How do they feel about kids? How would they act with kids?]

He doesn't exactly have an opinion on children, very indifferent towards them. Tom is more into having a family than he is, however if you wanted children, he wouldn't be opposed. Anything for you after all.

Upset: [How do they act after a fight? Would they be the first to apologize?]

He's a very stubborn man and would take a while before he can apologize, especially when it was his fault. He'll avoid you for a while, not really talking during this phase. Sometimes, Tom has to tell him to reel it in. Soon, Harry would feel guilty about what happened and seek you out.

Value: [How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?]

He may be inexperienced, but his relationship would be incredibly important to him. Nothing else could compare to how much you mean to him.

Whole: [Would they feel incomplete without you? What is their worst fear, what causes a hole in their heart?]

Absolutely, if something were to happen, Harry would be more reserved and withdrawn, unable to communicate with even Tom. The killings would get worse, much worse. He would be relentless since he's releasing his inner turmoil and anger towards his victims. His worst fear would be losing you, someone taking you away from him.

Xenos: [What is something about them that is strange? Something that most wouldn't like]

His killing habits lol!

Yank: [What do they do that makes their partner mad? That makes one wanna yank they ass?]

He would leave blood trails and footprints around the house after killing, setting his bloody pickaxe against the wall and staining the wallpaper. You've scolded him plenty of times but he always forgets.

ZzZ: [What are their sleeping habits? Do they snore? Is the schedule fucked up?]

When he fronts, his sleeping habits are different compared to Tom. He sleeps on his back and his snores are light. His face tends to scrunch like he's scowling and you've taken a picture of it before. He's not a deep sleeper and will feel you trying to move or get out of bed. He likes having you cuddling against his side with his arm wrapped around you. He tends to sleep later than Tom, since he walks out in the middle of the night for his killings.

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Sleeping Together

slashers x gn!reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): established relationship, cuddling, sleeping next to them.

I LOOOOOOVE BRAHMS. BUT I ALSO LOOOOOVE BUBBA. BUT I ALSO LOOOOOOVE STU. should i do aftercare scenarios?🤔 but after they got fucked/pegged😞🙏 so dom/top reader scenario😞😞 nvm im gonna do it

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

ᯓ★ Brahms cannot sleep unless you’re touching him in some way. He’s like an overgrown child in that sense—if you try to roll away, he’ll grab onto you immediately, pulling you back with surprising strength.

ᯓ★ Sometimes he keeps his mask on, sometimes he takes it off in the dark when he knows you won’t see. If you try to touch his face, he’ll freeze up for a moment before leaning into your touch.

ᯓ★ He mumbles in his sleep sometimes, little, breathy "stay with me"s or "don’t leave." If you answer back, even just a quiet "I’m here," he’ll calm down instantly.

ᯓ★ Sometimes, he’ll pretend to be asleep just to see if you try to sneak away. If you do? He’ll wake up immediately, whining. "Bad. You’re being bad.."

ᯓ★ He doesn’t sleep much, so you might wake up to find him just watching you. No noise, no movement—just staring. He thinks it’s comforting. (It’s not.)

Brahms is not a quiet sleeper. He breathes heavily, even behind his mask. You learned this on the first night you stayed in the mansion. He watches. Always. Even in the dead of night, even when his arms are wrapped around you, he does not sleep easily.

Tonight is no different.

You stir in bed, feeling the weight of his body pressed up against yours. Brahms clings to you, desperate for comfort, his fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. His breath, warm and slow, fans against your neck. It should be unsettling—should send shivers down your spine—but it doesn’t.

Instead, you find yourself relaxing into his embrace, despite the feeling of his masked face resting against your shoulder. He lets out a low hum, a noise of contentment, and his grip tightens ever so slightly.

"Don’t move." His voice is thick with drowsiness, but there’s a quiet possessiveness to it.

"I wasn’t planning to," you murmur, shifting just enough to get comfortable.

Brahms lets out a sigh, nuzzling into you like a cat seeking warmth. You wonder if he’s actually asleep or simply pretending, waiting for the moment you slip away. He does that sometimes—tests you.

The old pipes in the house creak, and you feel him tense. His fingers twitch against your side. "Stay," he whispers again, softer this time, like a plea rather than a command.

You reach up, brushing your fingers over his arm. "I’m here," you reassure him.

And with that, Brahms finally drifts off, chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours, his paranoia momentarily eased by your presence.

ᯓ★ Bubba runs hot. Laying next to him is like sleeping beside a furnace, and if it’s summer? You’re gonna suffer. But in the winter? Absolute heaven.

ᯓ★ Once Bubba’s out, he’s out. Thunderstorms, screaming victims, even Drayton yelling? Nothing wakes him up unless you shake him really hard.

ᯓ★ He has nightmares a lot. Some nights, you’ll hear him whimpering, and if you rub his back or whisper his name, he’ll calm down instantly, snuggling closer.

ᯓ★ He doesn’t mean to, but in his sleep, he’ll just… roll on top of you. And given that he’s built like a truck? Yeah. RIP you.

ᯓ★ Bubba holds onto you with pure affection. He’s like a giant, overly attached teddy bear.

Bubba sleeps like a rock. A very warm, very heavy rock.

The moment you settle into bed with him, it’s like being trapped under a weighted blanket made entirely of muscle. Bubba curls himself around you, practically cocooning you with his sheer size. His body radiates warmth like a furnace, and while it’s comforting, it also means you’re at risk of overheating within minutes. ESPECIALLY in a place like texas.

His head rests against your shoulder, the sound of his soft, occasional pig-like snorts filling the room. Every so often, he lets out a little grunt in his sleep, twitching as if chasing something in a dream.

You shift slightly, trying to peel yourself away just a little so you don’t combust. But the moment you move, Bubba lets out a distressed whimper, his thick arms pulling you back in an instant.

"No, no, I’m not leaving," you whisper, gently patting his arm. "Just getting comfy, big guy."

Bubba responds with a content sigh, nuzzling into your hair. His fingers twitch against your side, gripping onto the fabric of your shirt as if afraid you’ll disappear in the night.

And so, you let him hold you, even if it means waking up drenched in sweat.

ᯓ★ Unlike Brahms’ creepy staring or Bubba’s snorting, Thomas is eerily silent when he sleeps. If not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, you’d think he wasn’t breathing.

ᯓ★ The slightest noise will wake him up. He’s used to being on high alert, and if you move too much, he’ll stir immediately.

ᯓ★ He’s not naturally affectionate in his sleep, but if you lean into him? His arm will instinctively come around you, pulling you close.

ᯓ★ Even while unconscious, his body is positioned between you and the door, keeping you safe.

ᯓ★ He may be a massive, intimidating man, but when he’s resting? His grip is surprisingly gentle. His hand will rest on your side or your back, just to make sure you’re there.

Thomas is the definition of a silent sleeper. If not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, you’d worry he wasn’t breathing at all.

Thomas is more… reserved. He doesn’t wrap himself around you completely, but his presence is felt—a heavy, solid weight beside you, protective even in rest.

You shift slightly, rolling onto your side to face him. Even in the darkness, you can see the faint outline of his face—his strong jaw, the scarred skin, the way his lips are slightly parted as he breathes in deep, steady intervals.

Carefully, you reach up, brushing your fingers over the back of his hand.

His reaction is almost immediate. His grip tightens ever so slightly. You whisper his name, just to see if he’s awake. He doesn’t respond, but the faintest twitch of his fingers against your side tells you that he hears you.

And with that thought, you close your eyes, resting against him, knowing that no harm will come to you so long as he is by your side.

ᯓ★ His breathing is deep and slow, a steady, soothing rhythm that lulls you to sleep. Sometimes, if you listen closely, you’ll hear him let out soft, almost content sighs.

ᯓ★ Jason doesn’t sleep much, but when he does, it’s light. The smallest noise will have him waking up, ready to defend you from whatever danger he thinks is lurking.

ᯓ★ He sleeps with an arm around you, keeping you close. If you try to move away, even in sleep, his grip will tighten automatically. If you somehow manage to roll out of bed, he will gently pick you up and place you back like it’s nothing.

ᯓ★ If he ever catches you watching him sleep, he’ll get weirdly flustered, shifting slightly like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

The camp is silent at night, save for the distant chirp of crickets and the occasional rustling of the trees. You’re nestled against Jason’s broad chest, his warmth keeping the night chill at bay. He doesn’t need sleep the way you do—whatever supernatural force keeps him alive seems to have erased the human need for rest—but he still lays beside you.

Your fingers rest against his chest, tracing slow, absent-minded patterns over the worn fabric of his shirt. His breathing is deep and even, but you can tell he’s still awake.

"You don’t have to stay up, you know," you murmur, shifting slightly to look up at him.

Jason doesn’t respond with words—he never does—but his arm tightens around you, fingers flexing against your back. It’s his silent way of saying, I want to.

You exhale softly, nuzzling against him, pressing your forehead to the cool metal of his mask. He still wears it, even here, even now. Maybe he’s afraid. Afraid you’ll see him—truly see him—and decide you no longer want to be here.

So you do the only thing you can. You press a gentle kiss against the mask, just over where his cheekbone would be.

Jason stiffens, his entire body going still. Then, after a long pause, he exhales a slow, shuddering breath. His fingers twitch against your side before he pulls you even closer, tucking you beneath his chin like something precious.

And in that moment, despite the horrors of the world, you’ve never felt safer.

ᯓ★ Michael is used to watching people sleep, not actually doing it himself. He doesn’t need much rest, but when he does sleep, it’s eerily still—no tossing, no turning, just pure silence.

ᯓ★ If he wakes up before you (which he always does), he just… watches you. If you wake up to find him staring, good luck falling back asleep.

ᯓ★ Michael isn’t really affectionate, but if you lean into him or drape an arm over him, he won’t push you away. Instead, he’ll slowly adjust, letting you stay there.

ᯓ★ Even in deep sleep, if you get up to leave, he’ll wake up instantly. No words, just a heavy hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you back down.

ᯓ★ No pillows for you. He is your pillow. No exceptions.

Michael doesn’t sleep. Not in the way normal people do. Tonight, like every night, you wake to find him watching you.

His head is tilted slightly, the dim glow of the moonlight casting shadows across his mask. He’s barely inches away, sitting on the edge of the bed, just staring.

You sigh, rubbing at your tired eyes. "Michael, you’re supposed to be resting."

No response. He just keeps watching, the dark voids of his eye holes locked onto you.

You groan, reaching out blindly, fingers curling around his wrist. You expect him to pull away—Michael isn’t exactly fond of touch—but instead, he lets you guide him down. Lets you pull him into the bed beside you.

"Lay down," you tell him softly. "Just for a little while."

He obeys without protest, stretching out beside you. His body is tense, like he’s unsure how to relax. You move closer, resting a hand on his chest, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing beneath your fingertips.

After a long, long moment, he finally reacts. His arm moves—not to strangle, not to harm, but to rest against your side, hesitant but firm.

It’s the closest thing to an embrace you’re going to get.

And it’s enough.

ᯓ★ Years of surviving in the mines have left Harry with a deeply ingrained sense of paranoia. Even when he sleeps, his muscles stay coiled, like he’s always expecting an attack.

ᯓ★ Some nights, he’ll suddenly jerk awake, breath ragged and hands clenched. If you soothe him—whisper his name, rub his back—he’ll calm down quickly, grounding himself in your presence.

ᯓ★ Harry will drape his arm over you, and there’s no escaping it. He doesn’t even realize how heavy he is, but at least he’s warm.

ᯓ★ If you can’t sleep and shift restlessly, he’ll reach out—without opening his eyes—and rest a hand on your hip, rubbing slow, absent-minded circles to lull you back to sleep.

The scent of coal and metal clings to him, even in sleep. It’s ingrained into his skin, his clothes, the very air around him. You don’t mind. It’s comforting in its own strange way—earthy, familiar, him.

Harry sleeps still and silent, body coiled with tension even in rest. His arm is thrown over you, holding you close, a subconscious need to keep you safe.

You shift slightly, tilting your head to press a soft kiss to his collarbone. "Relax, Harry," you whisper against his skin. "You’re not in the mines anymore."

His breathing hitches for just a second before he exhales, body sinking just a little deeper into the mattress. He doesn’t respond—not with words, at least—but his grip on you tightens ever so slightly.

You know what it means.

You’re the only thing in this world that makes him feel human. The only thing that keeps the nightmares of gas leaks and cave-ins at bay.

And as long as you’re here, he’ll never let you go.

ᯓ★ Some nights, he sleeps curled up like a cat. Other nights, he sprawls out like a starfish, trapping you under an arm or a leg.

ᯓ★ His curls are soft but everywhere. If you sleep facing him, expect a mouthful of hair at some point.

ᯓ★ Loves touch but won’t ask for it. Vincent won’t initiate cuddling often, but if you reach for him? He’ll melt into your touch instantly.

ᯓ★ If you’re sleeping back-to-back, he’ll slowly shift closer until you’re touching. If you’re apart, he’ll move a hand toward yours, just close enough that your fingers brush.

ᯓ★ When he thinks you’re asleep, he buries his face against your neck or hair, inhaling deeply like he’s memorizing your presence. It’s both sweet and a little creepy.

ᯓ★ If you ever fall asleep working on something, he’ll carry you to bed and wrap around you like a koala.

He sleeps curled around you, his body fitting against yours like he was meant to be here. His hair is soft against your cheek, his breathing slow and steady.

You run a hand through his curls, untangling them gently with your fingers, making q soft hum rumble in his chest

"You’re warm," you murmur, lips ghosting over the top of his head.

Vincent shifts, burying his face against your neck. His arm tightens around you, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. You sigh, wrapping your arms around him in return, letting him hold you as tightly as he needs.

In the daylight, Vincent is silent, a ghost among the living, hands stained with wax and sin.

But here, in the quiet of the night, he is yours.

ᯓ★ Billy? Light sleeper. The smallest noise wakes him up, especially if it sounds off. If you roll away from him, expect to be yanked back within seconds.

ᯓ★ Stu? Sleeps like a damn rock. He can snore through a chainsaw massacre and not flinch. You could literally sit on him, and he’d just groan and roll over.

ᯓ★ Billy does not like admitting he’s a cuddler, but he is. He needs to have a hand on you—hip, stomach, thigh, doesn’t matter—just to know you’re there.

ᯓ★ Stu, on the other hand, is needy and will completely engulf you. He sleeps like an octopus, limbs everywhere, sometimes even throwing a leg over you so you physically can’t escape.

ᯓ★ Billy runs hot—he’s like a damn heater, which is great in the winter but suffocating in the summer.

ᯓ★ Stu runs cold and will shove his freezing hands under your shirt just to hear you scream.

ᯓ★ Billy sometimes keeps his mask nearby, almost like a security blanket. If he falls asleep before taking it off, you might wake up to him still wearing it.

ᯓ★ Stu? Nah, he flings that thing across the room and immediately collapses on top of you.

ᯓ★ Stu mumbles the weirdest shit in his sleep. Sometimes it’s a movie quote, sometimes it’s nonsense like "Dude… cows are just meat puppies…"

ᯓ★ Billy rarely talks in his sleep, but when he does, it’s always your name. Always.

The room is dim, the flickering neon light from the parking lot outside casting shadows across the ceiling. The bed is too small—way too small for three people—but that hasn’t stopped Stu from sprawling across it like a damn starfish, his arm thrown haphazardly over your waist.

On your other side, Billy is awake. You know he is. He’s too still, too aware. His arm is draped possessively over your stomach, fingers idly tracing circles against the fabric of your shirt.

"You’re awake," you murmur sleepily, tilting your head just slightly toward him.

Billy doesn’t respond—not with words. Instead, his fingers tighten against your side, pulling you just a little closer.

"You guys are so clingy," you tease, voice drowsy.

"Pfft—says you," Stu mumbles against the pillow, his breath warm against your shoulder. His voice is thick with sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from blindly groping around until he finds your arm, flopping his own over it in an attempt to keep you pinned. "Ain’t going anywhere, babe. You’re trapped."

Billy huffs, a soft almost-laugh, but you can feel the tension lingering in his shoulders. He still hasn’t let go.

You reach up, brushing your fingers against his wrist, grounding him. "I’m right here, Billy."

His breath stutters just for a second. Then, slowly, finally, he exhales. His grip on you doesn’t loosen, but his body relaxes just a fraction.

Stu, half-asleep, suddenly nuzzles against the crook of your neck. "We make the best blanket, huh? Two-for-one deal."

"More like a human straitjacket," you mumble, trapped between Billy’s intense grip and Stu’s dead weight.

Neither of them responds. Stu has already drifted back into sleep, and Billy, still silent, just pulls you even closer.

You sigh, but there’s a warmth in your chest—something safe, something real.

And in this moment, with two killers wrapped around you like you’re the most important thing in the world, you know you’re never getting a peaceful night’s sleep again.

But honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[calmcoldevening]

Can you do a Valentine's day themed thingy for slashers x reader please?

Happy Valentine's day, kitten ♡⁠ I hope you spent this day with your love)

Slashers x reader, Valentine's Day headcanons

Michael Myers

• Michael basically doesn't see any special importance in this day, it's not Halloween. But seeing how you fuss that day, Michael just gives up.

• He returns home from hunting, and you meet him in the kitchen with a bright smile and a delicious dinner on the table. It causes a strange, mixed feeling in his chest. He doesn't know what it is, but it's something warm and pleasant.

• You have dinner together in almost complete silence, only sometimes you tell something about your day. Michael doesn't give this dinner that much importance, after all, you often have dinner together.

• After dinner, you sit on the couch together and watch a movie. This time you chose some kind of romantic melodrama, after all, it was in the spirit of today's holiday. And even though Michael didn't give you the special attention you wanted, you just liked that he was with you tonight. Michael liked horror more, he didn't particularly like movies with feelings other than fear. But it made him put some kind of puzzle together in his head.

• In the morning, as usual, you woke up alone. The sheets on Michael's side were cold. It left a painful feeling in your chest. When you came downstairs, you found a large bouquet of scarlet roses on the table. Next to the bouquet was a small note with an inscription on it, written in a sloppy handwriting: "Sorry ♡⁠".

Jason Voorhees

• Before meeting you, Jason didn't really know much about holidays, but now he wanted to please you on such special days. Valentine's Day was no exception. And although he didn't have much money for this, after all, Jason lived in an old camp, which was quite far from the city, and he didn't like people, the guy tried to make this day as romantic as possible for you.

• You did not return to your cabin until late in the evening (perhaps you were at work or studying). You were very tired and your mood was almost at zero. You just wanted to go to bed and forget, this day wasn't anything special. You slowly opened the door to your bedroom.

• What was your surprise when you saw Jason sitting on the bed. Your whole little room was filled with various, mostly red candles. Maroon petals of some flowers were scattered on the bed.

• Jason was sitting facing you, his cheeks flushed scarlet even through the cracks of the mask. He looked up at you nervously and pulled out a pink box from behind his back. You carefully picked it up and opened it. It was a big postcard with lots of pages and cute inscriptions on them. Everything was bright, although a little messy, but it looked nice. Hearts and seals were painted, compliments and words of love were written. Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly nervous.

• You carefully put the postcard on the desk. As you got closer, you climbed onto Jason's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. A nervous mutter escaped from the man's chest. You smiled, "I love you." Jason blushed visibly. A nervous "I love you too," Jason signed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Bubba Sawyer

• Bubba was very worried. He knew about the upcoming holiday and didn't know how to please you. Besides, his brothers made fun of him because of his excitement. This made Bubba completely discouraged.

• And yet, the brothers understood his excitement, after all, you were the first and only person Bubba ever loved and who loved Bubba back. They are in no way going to interfere with his romantic plans.

• Bubba asked Drayton to do some shopping, which he agreed to, wanting to help Sawyer Jr., although not without a little joke. But not wanting to make the guy blush any more, Drayton and the twins left the house that day for 'important things'.

• You returned home after a little work in the city and were greeted by a pleasant romantic atmosphere. All the lights in the house were turned off, and the dining room was lit with wax candles. You walked in, smiling softly and looking around the room. Bubba couldn't hide his excitement and fear, he was nervously biting his lower lip. Finally, he looked up at you and handed you a big teddy bear. You smiled happily as you accepted the gift and hugged Bubba. He was overjoyed. After a sweet kiss, Bubba showed you the dinner he made just for the two of you.

• After dinner, you lay in each other's arms all evening. Bubba held you gently to him and covered your face and neck with kisses, whining softly. He was overwhelmed with emotion. He was happy to love you and be loved by you.

Hannibal Lecter

• This man will spend the best valentine's day of your life with you.

• Hannibal will bring you breakfast in bed first. It will be something light but delicious, like a classic American breakfast and a cup of your favorite coffee.

• Later in the evening, he will take you to a nice expensive restaurant and ask you to wait. The man will return with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small gift bag. Inside was an expensive necklace with a bright stone that accentuated your eye color.

• If you prefer something simpler, Hannibal will suggest you take a walk after the restaurant. Gentle kisses under the night sky and caring hugs. Hannibal will offer you his jacket to keep you warm.

• This day will be full of tenderness and love on his part, Hannibal will try in every way to show that you are really dear to him. "Even in a room full of art, I would still only look at you."

Harry Warden

• This is a pretty difficult situation, because for Harry, Valentine's Day is a reminder of that tragedy in the mine, so it's unlikely that he will decide to cancel it, even with you.

• But the next night, he'll just decide to spend romantic time with you. The man will cook some simple but delicious dinner, and then offer to watch a movie. You will be sitting on the couch in the living room and cuddling. His arm is around your waist, your head is on his shoulder. This is a moment filled with pleasant silence and tenderness.

• A few hours earlier, Harry gave you a beautiful piece of jewelry, a box of your favorite candies (not in a heart box, no) and a neat bouquet of beautiful flowers. It's his own way of apologizing to you for ruining the holiday.

• You will also sleep in an embrace. Harry always falls asleep much later than you, but today it was especially noticeable. You were already snuffling in his arms, while Harry held you protectively in his arms and stroked your hair. His gaze is entirely focused on you and only you. He's just surprised how your wonderful angel agreed to be his soulmate. Harry is so happy. The man leans closer and kisses you briefly on the lips. "Sweet dreams, my love."

[i-arch-my-backula]

Slashers when you succumb to Stockholm syndrome part three

So part one and two are really popular so I thought I would make a third part with more characters. These are kind of shorter because there's more characters but I still hope y'all like them.

Includes: Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Asa Emory/The Collector, Lester Sinclair, and Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Warnings: Kidnapped reader, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation kind of, possessive language, Asa compares reader to a butterfly, petnames used

Bubba Sawyer

It's time for breakfast and Bubba gets up out of bed. He looks down at you with a smile. You've been staying with the Sawyers for almost a month and you've given up on fighting and screaming and trying to run away a week ago. But today when you stretch and wake up you look at Bubba with a smile.

"Good morning Bubba. I hope you slept well," You tell him. Bubba smiles and goes back over to his bed. You sit up and he pulls you into a hug, and you hug him back much to his delight, "I'm hoping there's something I can do to help out today, I haven't been pulling my weight around here very much."

Bubba doesn't understand your change but he's so happy you love him that he's able to look past it. He presses a kiss to your forehead and goes back to getting ready for the day. Your smile stays wide on your face as you get ready with him. He's also happy that you're comfortable changing in front of him.

"I'm really grateful that you've been taking care of me like this. I honestly needed this for awhile. I love you Bubba, I really do." Your smile stays genuine and you hug him again. He hugs you back with a delighted squeal.

When you're both done Bubba takes your hand in his and walks with you downstairs. He can't wait to tell his brothers that you're officially in love with him.

Harry Warden

Harry was stalking you for weeks before he finally professed his love for you on Valentines day. When you rejected him and tried to run away he had no choice but to take you back to his house and keep you there where you'll be safe with him.

It's been a few weeks since then and Harry's coming back home early in the morning. He gets in the house and goes into the room he keeps you in. He finds you sleeping on the mattress he gave you. He walks over and lays down next to you. You sleepily turn over and wrap your arms around him with a sigh.

Harry is caught off guard but he soon returns your affection. You run your hands over the material of his coveralls and rest your head against his chest.

"You know I was so scared of you before. But I know that you never meant to hurt me. You just love me, and I love you too." You tell him. Harry is overjoyed to hear this news. He holds you tighter against him and runs a hand over your hair. He has a suspicion that you're experiencing Stockholm syndrome, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is that you finally love him back.

He starts to think about the life the two of you can live together now that you're in love with him. It doesn't matter if it's manipulated or not, you're his and that's all that he wants from you.

Asa Emory/The Collector

It's eight pm and it's time for Asa to check in on you again. He's been keeping you at the hotel for a month at this point. You stopped trying to escape and scream for help your first week here. Asa also gave you a journal to write in. Of course he checks it every day. Today the check in started normally.

Asa unlocks and opens your door. He steps in and finds you sitting on your bed like he's told you to do when he comes to check on you. He spends a few minutes looking around the room and gives you a pat on the shoulder when he sees that you've kept it clean and haven't tried to hide anything from him.

He picks up your journal and flips to today's page, where he finds you outright admitting your love for him. He saw the beginning of your Stockholm syndrome developing in your journal entries and actions a week ago but now he sees that you're fully in it now. He slightly smiles as he reads your entry and shuts your journal. He sets it back on your dresser and walks over to you. He looks down at you and caresses your cheek with a gloved hand.

"I hope you know I'm keeping you here because you're like a beautiful, rare creature. You're my prized possession, the rarest butterfly in my collection. I'm happy to see you've accepted your place here with me." You smile up and him.

"I'm happy you think I'm so worthy of being yours." Asa lets out a soft chuckle and pats your head. This is going to be a very fun experiment for him.

Lester Sinclair

Today is the first day that you've had free roam of the house while Lester was out. He has his ways of making sure you stay at the house. He's been out all day but he's periodically had Vincent check in on you. When he got back home and smelled something cooking concern grew in his body. He made his way to the kitchen and found you peacefully cooking.

It hits him that you've reached Stockholm syndrome after he puts together your recent affectionate behavior and now you're cooking like nothing is wrong. He can't deny the guilt he feels in his gut. You look over at him and smile. You set down your wooden spoon and walk over to him, giving him a hug.

"Welcome home Lester. I hope you're hungry. I'm making dinner tonight." You walk back over to your bowl and look down at an old cook book you found. Lester can't help but smile at your affection. That part of him that feels guilty starts to shrink as he watches you happily cook.

"Well I'm glad you're happy here peaches," He says with a smile of his own "If you keep acting like this I won't have to keep you locked up all the time ya know?" He walks over to you and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and looking over your shoulder.

"Really? I'd love that Lester. I feel like I need to start pulling my weight around here. Since you've been taking care of me for so long." He nods and presses a kiss on your cheek.

"Of course peaches, of course."

Danny Johnson/ Ghostface

After stalking you for weeks Danny finally took you to his cabin. He had to spend the first few days watching you and proving to you that there's no escaping him, no matter what you do. After a few weeks of living with him you started to exhibit signs of Stockholm syndrome. He recognized this and kept track of it.

It's early morning when he gets back to the cabin. He walks into your room and watches you tossing and turning in your sleep. A few moments later you sit up in bed panicking. Tears fall down your cheeks and you rush over to hug him. He hesitates briefly before he hugs you back.

"I was having an awful nightmare and I couldn't wake up! I was so scared I felt like I was going to die!" You sob to him. He can't help but smile to himself as you hold him for comfort.

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm here now, don't worry Y/N I'm here for you now," He runs a hand over your hair and looks down at you through the mask, "I'd never let anything bad happen to you doll. I promise." You sniffle and look up at him while you're still holding onto him.

"You promise? Do you love me as much as I love you?" You ask him. Danny smiles and nods his head. He knows you're not really in love with him. That this is just Stockholm syndrome. But why should he care? You don't know the difference at this point.

"Of course doll. I love you too."

[this-acc-is-mostly-inactive]

Hi!! Can I request a Harry Warden x gn reader (if possible) where reader is being forced into the mines and they're alone, their friends are making fun of them/mocking them and Harry helps and let's them out of the mine. I'm sorry if this is too specific, tysm!! I hope ur doing good rn! <3

OMG YES OFC (Dw abt being to specific, I prefer specific because it helps me write easier most the time, Also I'm doing wonderfully, almost out of school so I feel much better, thanks!)☆

Mᴜᴄʜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ..

(Harry Warden x !Gender neutral reader!)

Fluff/Comfort, Harry being Uncharacteristically nice to you, your friends are horrible people,

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It takes courage they say, something you didn't seem to have according to your friends, but who are you to blame, they're the ones who are making you go into this damned mine.. it's not even like your doing this for money.. you wouldn't say your a scaredy cat.. but who in their right mind enters the mines alone..? Let alone the one rumored to be haunted by Harry Warden..? well look where we ended now..

"Are you fucking serious..?" You say to your friend group.. as they laugh their asses off in the truck Infront of you..

"Oh c'mon' (Name).. have some fun for once will ya'..?" They spout mockingly.. still giggling like a bunch of maniacs as they continue to mock your fear..

"Assholes.." You mutter softly.. your voice straining gently.. as you look at them frustrated and annoyed.. it's at least almost midnight and their still out here giving you bullshit..

"What..? Are you seriously scared of the mines..? Harry Warden is just a myth (Name), stop being such a Killjoy..!" They say in a mock disappointed tone... still laughing hysterically as they stare at your form standing in front of the entrance..

"You owe me after this I swear to god.." You spout.. obviously annoyed.. a hint of fear behind your voice.. as one of them pulls you into the mines.. the others looking at you two and giggling..

He takes you inside and gives his mocking goodbye as he runs off back to their truck.. trying his hardest to suppress his own laughter as your left inside the dark mines.. The soft sound of the truck starting up and driving off in the distance further fueling your annoyance and anxiety.. those Bastards just left you without back up.. with only a Flashlight and whatever lit up the area to guide you blindly.. your fear getting the better of you as you walk through the mines cautiously and slowly.. quivering slightly as your heart pounds aggressively in your chest.. you continue to walk straight forward.. trying to avoid taking many turns as to not lose your way..

"Can't believe I-I'm actually fucking doing this.. I'm not even getting anything out of this besides their entertainment and approval.." you grumble softly.. as you point the flashlight at different area's of the mines.. observing the many things that seem to be there.. paying close attention to every nook in corner.. afraid something might pop out and get you if your not fully alert..

As you travel farther and farther your overwhelming fear gets the better of you.. you sit down and try and calm yourself to no avail by now.. breathing heavy as you try to catch your breath as I slowly turns to hyperventilating desperately for air.. your arms go to wrap around your legs gently letting yourself curl up and give in on the dirt covered grounds of the mines.. tears welling up as soft chokes and gag's come out.. you feel all these emotions consuming you..

You sat there for what seemed like hours.. still trying to get ahold of yourself to no avail.. but letting yourself look up and observe your surroundings.. as you go quiet.. your sobs dying down but tears still flowing.. you freeze up.. hearing the soft breathing of.. something.. echo closely as it seemed.. this compelled you to attempt hiding.. you hide behind a coal barrow.. shivering and shaking as you zip up your jacket.. trying to hold your breath to not alert it's presence..

"Shit..." You mutter under your breath.. turning off your flashlight as you see a soft glow coming towards your area.. getting brighter and brighter.. after a couple minutes of loud footsteps and dragging you see a tall figure.. dressed in miners clothing.. and a gas mask.. the gear having soft dark red accents to it.. holy shit is that Harry Warden..

His heavy.. ragged breathing echos throughout the mines.. as he softly walks close to your hiding spot.. not because he realized you were there but because he was going to set his pick down..

you slap a hand to your mouth softly as to quiet your breathing.. trying to avoid him noticing you as you stay completely still as you can manage.. you flinch softly as his pick clatters on top of the barrow.. you accidently shuffle a rock next to you by moving softly.. causing you to flinch and for his gaze to shoot towards your hiding spot.. he seems to be there the moment you blink.. looking down at you as he breathes heavily.. staring down at you through the eye holes of his mask as you stare up at him in shock and terror

"P-Please.. don't hurt.. me I didn't come in on my own will.." you manage to spit out.. trying not to make a fool out of yourself and get yourself in more deep shit..

He seems to just keep staring at you.. not doing anything for a good couple minutes.. before he slowly offers you his hands.. still staring down at you and breathing heavily under his mask..

You stare at him.. confused.. yet hesitant.. before he just scoops you up.. picking you up as easy as it would be to pick up something like a cat or small animal.. damn he must be strong.. and extremely tall.. as he lifts you off the grounds and up into his arms.. your a couple feet off the ground but he's quite obviously taller than you by a milestone..

"Huh..?" You mutter softly.. looking at him baffled and confused.. he just continues to stare at you his head tilted as he brings a hand up to wipe your remaining tears off your cheeks.. he seems sympathetic.. or is this some kind of trap luring you into you in so you can die later.. oh well.. at least he's being nice at the moment..

He starts to carry you off somewhere.. fixing your clothes for you and tidying you up.. as he carries you throughout the mines.. silent as a mouse the entire time.. he seems to gently hold you closer.. perhaps as an attempt at comfort..? He pulls your hood up for you.. gently drying your cheeks for you as he holds you.. comforting you silently as he walks softly through the mines.. the gentle footsteps of his boots and the crumble of gravel and dirt underneath comforting you as you lax into his hold.. still on high alert though, he's a killer, you don't know what his motives may be..

"Why are you doing this..?" you ask softly.. your eyes staring up at his as he bundles up your jacket.. making sure you aren't cold due to your soft spasms of shivering that come every now and then.. he seems to only show concern and sympathy to your emotionally vulnerable self.. he doesn't answer you though.. his only sign of him hearing what you said being the soft nod he gave you as he continued his voyage in the mines.. where is he even taking you..?

After you travel for awhile your eyes light up.. seeing the soft glow of midnight as he sets you down at the entrance.. opening the gates of the mines as he gently sets you down.. dusting you off and doing one last check through for any injury.. patting your shoulder and tilting his head as if he was smiling at you.. except it just looked kind of scary.. but he's trying..

"Uhm.. Thanks Harry..?" you say hesitantly.. he nods softly as he turns.. quickly walking off into the void of the mines.. leaving you dazed and confused as to what happened.. huh.. at least you came out unharmed..

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SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT!! I haven't written in like forever so I'm warming up to it again, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!! ☆

[reveseke]

Highly a believer in Harry who comes and goes as he pleases,sometimes crashes on the couch and sometimes crawls intl the bed with you if he feels like it. Like an outside cat who has been let inside once and fed —and comes back when he pleases knowing the people there are kind and have good food. No you will not get any peace with him in the house, sometimes yes. Depends on if he feels like being an asshole and scaring the living shit out of you with how good of a guy he's at sneaking up on others and being quiet and eerie or if he wants your attention constantly to be on him.

Yes there are bloody handprints and blood stains in your sheets or on the couch. On your mats. With most likely soot.

[puff0o0]

Harry Warden would never hurt you btw

Harry Warden would love holding your hand so he can rub his fingers over your knuckles btw

Harry Warden has moments where he won't be by you in fear of hurting you or worse in an episode btw

Harry Warden would treat you like a precious flower that could wither in his hands if he was just a little too rough btw

You're the most precious thing to him and he fears losing you like he did with everything else in the 'accident'

His sanity, his coworkers, himself

Yet you were the only thing truly keeping him together

Losing you would make him worse.

[limehaspassed]

Hi!! can i request Hannibal lecter (sotl and nbc if that’s okay?) And some other slashers if you like with a s/o that has a feeding tube?

I recently got one put in and I feel like a fish out of water lol

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Slashers with S/O Who

Has a Feeding Tube

In which the I go over the slashers and their relationship with you, someone who has a feeding tube. Slashers included are NBC and SoTL Hannibal, Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt, and Harry Warden.

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Preface

To start off with, a feeding tube is a tube entered through the nasal or abdominal region of the body to supply nutrients for people who cannot get enough through eating alone. Feeding tubes may be uncomfortable or even painful at first, but that may be fixed through adjustments. Feeding tubes are a result of many disorders occurring within the gastrointestinal region. They may also be a result of neck or throat cancer, throat surgery, and anything that may restrict or eliminate the process of swallowing food via mouth.

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Hannibal (NBC)

Will go over every detail with you: what you eat, what you do, how you go about your day, when you are able to get the feeding tube removed and so forth.

Will be respectable about it, he won’t tease you or play jokes on you. He understands that you are going through a rough time and refuses to make it any worse for you.

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Harry Warden

Just like Hannibal (NBC), he will be very thorough with how he helps you, making sure everything is okay and stable.

Will ask a lot of questions.

Absolutely refuses to let anyone pick on you for it, his hatred towards others only growing more if people do mention anything negative about your situation.

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Thomas Hewitt

Will initially be confused about what a feeding tube it, worry quickly settling in. However, once you explain it to him and tell him you’re alright, he’ll calm down.

Will treat you like a fragile piece of glass even though you have told him you feel fine, you just need a little extra help.

Will also ask a lot of questions in his own way through gentle touches and nudges.

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Hannibal (SoTL)

Unlike NBC Hannibal, he would tease and play jokes on you but he means no harm.

He makes sure that you’re okay and watches out for any change that may indicate anything. He’s always keeping a watchful eye, even when you sleep.

If a joke goes too far, he’ll make sure you understand that he is sorry.

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Brahms Heelshire

Will also be confused as to what a feeding tube is seeing as he’s been locked up in the walls his entire life.

Refuses to ask questions because he is slightly deterred. He doesn’t say this though and will be respectable about it, quite a surprise.

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My Bloody Valentine Masterlist

Info: In my works, Tom Hanniger and Harry Warden are treated as seperate personalities as demonstrated in the movie.

Tom Hanniger

Fics:

Headcanons:

Imagines/Scenarios:

Harry Warden

Fics:

Headcanons:

SFW Alphabet - G/n!Reader

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[mixreality]

Continuing to compare our babies height:

Who else of BIG MEN you know? (from videogames too)

Wondered how big our babies are and...

DAMN SHEEESH THEY REALLY THAT TALL??????????????????????????

I'm boobs-size😭🥵

[anomaly-hivemind]

Horror Convention || No. 9 Gloryhole w/ Horror Characters x Fem! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Part 2

Word Count: 1995

Warnings: gloryhole, free use, exhibition, overstimulation, large cock, vaginal sex, gangbang if you squint, vagianl fingering, mask kink, stranger sex, cosplaying oral sex, blow jobs, hand job, spit as lube, multiple orgasms,

You were going to a horror convention, it was your first one and you couldn't be more excited to go. You were wearing a slutty freddy krueger outfit excluding the knife coves because they sold out at the spirit halloween. It was too late to buy any online. You were wearing a ripped up black and red cropped top, a jean mini skirt, some stressed thigh-highs and wedges.

When you finally got inside the convention center, there were a lot of things going on with an unsettling low amount of security personnel around. It was a bit overwhelming but you were going to push through it just fine. It was full of cosplaying horror characters, new and old, popular and niche. Even horror shorts films, tv shows and games.

“Can I take a picture with you? I really like the freddy outfit,” the muffled voice of a guy said behind an old respirator.

Oh yeah sure, I like your outfit too. It's from my bloody valentine right?” you lean into the guy so he could take the photo. The guy pulls you close to him for the picture, then he turns to face you.

“Yeah I've had this for a while now.” he laughs and crosses his arm.

“Well it's super cool, practically identical to the movie.” you look him up and down, he was a carbon copy of the original.

“A bunch of my buddies and staff are hosting an event on the west wing in an hour. You should totally go. “ The Harry warden cosplayer handed a pass for the event. ‘Glory Horror’ printed on the card.

“Yeah I will be there.” you nod and take the pass. You can't believe you got an event pass for free.

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An hour had passed, you had bought a scream poster, a friday the 13th shirt and the regret of your shoe choices. You push past the last part and make your way to the event. It was a ways away from everything else which was a bit suspicious but not enough for you to turn around. You show the bouncer guy your pass and ID, because you guess this is an 18 plus event.

You take a seat in the front, the seats were really comfortable. The lights were dim and the walls around the panel looked sound proof. This was super fancy for a panel. It makes you wonder what's going to happen, especially with how fast the room is getting filled with horror fans such as yourself. Most of them were wearing masks from what you can see in the dark space.

A bright red stage light hits the middle of the stage. The familiar guy from earlier that gave you your pass to this event walks to the center. Two other people dragged something onto the stage behind him, also dressed up, one looked like Amanda the pig from the jigsaw moves or the dead by daylight game. The other person was dressed like the monster from Jeepers creepers. There was a large box with a set of holes of different sizes, odd but you find the tv and cameras placed inside and outside the box.

“Welcome to this year's Glory Horror event. Many of you who know about this event already know what's up, but for our virgin Marys let me explain what’s up.” Harry warden cosplayer says through the microphone, his mask muffling his words.

“We’re going to pick a lucky Slasher Slut in the audience to go into the box.” The man snickered as the crowd went wild. Harry looked into the group of seated people, presumably to find someone to put in the box.

“Anything goes when you're behind the veil.” he points to the closed door.

You look around the audience that you were in and they all seemed excited to either be picked or see who was going to end up being picked. You just stare at everyone in confusion.

“You, are you willing to take a dive into carnal pleasures and try out the box?” He points to you from the crowd, when you point to yourself he nods. You stand up, nerves run down your spine as you walk onto the stage. You were surprised with how excited every person in the audience seemed to be that you got picked.

“What am I supposed to do?” you asked while looking at the box.

“It's pretty self explanatory, but you get in the box, the cameras are already set up, we gave you a screen to see the reactions you're giving people.” You nod at him and step into the box, it was large and you could stand up right without being seen by anyone, not counting the screen that was broadcasting you to the outside.

“You can strip down any point and if you want out of the box just push the button to unlock the door.

“You want me to do what now.” you asked from behind the wall, your voice muffled mostly.

“Strip, take off those slutty clothes and either open that pretty mouth or a hole. Prepared to get stuffed in whichever you choose and you can switch at whatever time doll.

You think for a moment, you could back out right now but a part of you wanted to see what happened. With a shaky breath you take off your freddy krueger fit and finally take off your dreadful shoes. You were just in your bra and underwear, taking a seat on your knees in the middle. The bigger hole was covered with a black sheet.

A knock on one of the sides catches your attention, you turn your head and your eyes widen. A veiny cock filled the hole, making it look smaller than it was and it makes your mouth water. You looked over at your screen to see what you're working with, a guy wearing a Michael Myers mask. Your lip quivers as you wrap your fingers around his length.

His balls twitch as you tighten the grip on this stranger’s cock. You use your saliva to wet the tip of his dick. You hear the faint groan of the Myers look alike, it was hot and a turn on for sure. You take his cock deeper in your mouth, almost gagging on it, using your hand to massage his balls and or stroke the rest of his meaty meat.

Another knock from the others size makes you pull your lips off Myer’s member. Someone else had slid their dick into the other hole, the screen splits so you can see the masked figure. It was Brahms, down to the black messy hair, even matches the drapes decorating the base of this man’s uncut dick.

You take your other hand and start to rub at his cute dick. Both of your hands were being filled with their cocks. You were soaking wet from how hot this was and if your hands went filled you would be touching yourself right now. You placed licks on both the dicks one after the other. Even the thought that there were a bunch of people on the other side of this box, watching and listening or maybe even waiting to take a turn with you.

It was hot, you felt hot and you wanted more of all of it. You squeeze the guys dicks as you jerk them both off with determination. Michael myers’ dick twitching was the only short warning you get before he shoots a hot load onto your chest. Your bra ruined with cum makes you pout for a moment before you take the thing off. You put your mouth onto the remaining man and take him down your throat. Brahms cums down your esophagus, his seed tasting weirdly sweet on your tastebuds.

You lick your lips after pulling away the dicks both gone from the holes, making you sigh. You slide off your panties and just as you thought you dripped in arousal. You rub yourself and let out short moans, a guy that was looking like Jason Voorhees pushed his phat cock through the hole. It looked heavy, craving your touch. You touch yourself with one hand while sucking off this fat dick. Even if you couldn’t fit all or even most of it into your mouth you sure as hell tried. You moan against the length of this Jason.

Your fingers thrust into yourself at a similar pace as you sucked and stroked his dick. You come to a stand and turn around, your wet cunt fluttering with horniness. Lining your slit with a guy who looked like a slasher’s dick. You let out a hearty moan as this fat cock stretches you out. You could feel his dick twitch and the man moan from the intrusion. He bottoms out in you, your walls clench around him and then he starts to move slowly in and out of you. You rub your clit as your hole gets pounded into. Another dick pops into the hole in front of you and wraps your hand around it with hesitation. Peaking at the screen in the box you see that it's a guy dressed up in a ghostface outfit.

“Ohshit ohshit ohfucking hell.” you were on the verge of coming and the mix of a Jason hitting all your spots with his girth was making it harder to focus on stroking the guy in front of you.

You try your best to get the other guy to completion but your own impending orgasm was a bit of a distraction to say the least. This Jason guy’s thrust was getting relentless and it was super hot to say the least. You hold on for as long as you could but when you feel the man’s load start to pool down your leg sends you down the edge. Before you could complain about how fast the guy pulled out another guy pushed into you, somehow even thicker and longer than the Jason guy.

You squeeze the hell out of the ghostface and your thumb pushes on his slit. It makes the guy come all over you and hand it a messy gush. The new masked covered hottie was fast enough to work you past that previous orgasm but Jason had given you but now you were getting a bit overstimulated. The faint tapping of the man's pyramid helmet on the box wall makes you giggle. Yet the humor in all of this was cut short from the brutal thrust this pyramid head was giving you.

You were already about to fall into another climax, you couldn't help but scream out a moan that you're sure everyone in the panel heard. Maybe even people outside nearby could hear your whorish moans and whales. This massive curved dick was rubbing your insides just right and your lower half couldn't take much more of it, not standing up like you are right now at least. You reach another chaotic mind altering, pussy spasming, leg trembling, back arching, toe curling climax that almost gives you whiplash an.

You feel the sticky seed fill your cunt and pull out with lackluster pace, almost like he didn’t want to leave your warmth so it takes a minute or so before he actually does . When the pyramid head finally pulls out, your body drops to the stage ground with a thud. You were panting like a dog, cum was dripping out of you and sticking to your thighs. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“This is the best Horror con ever.” you say breathlessly, as you look at another dick slipping into one of the holes. Checking your provided inside the box you see who it is, the host of this event… it’s Harry warden.