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Cold

Jason Voorhees x reader

Word count:547

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Sometimes being in the cold sucked.

Your body shivered from the cold seeping into the cabin. Even with you wearing warmer clothing, it didn’t help. You curled up in a ball on the couch in hopes of warmth. Waiting for your hockey-masked boyfriend to come back with firewood. You didn’t know how long he was gone. It felt like hours. The thought of moving never crossed your mind, fearing that you’d lose the little warmth you had just by curling up in a ball. There weren’t any blankets around, and not many victims brought any for Jason to steal. So you were left with numerous of long sleeve shirts and random sweatpants. Sometimes your eyes began to droop. Sleep wanting to overtake you, but you wanted to wait for Jason’s return. You hoped he could find blankets somewhere.

You were close to falling asleep. Maybe falling asleep won’t hurt.

It felt like you only slept for five minutes. Until you felt warmer. And warmer. A hand gently shook your shoulder. Making you stirr in your sleep. Waking up groggily with your head being supported by a pillow and your body being covered by a large blanket. Fire cracking in the fireplace filled your ears, a soothing sound you grew to like the more Jason lit up fire during the cold weather. You then sat up with the blankets over your shoulders. Smiling sleepily at Jason who had another blanket for you. You opened your arms wide as a silent ask for him to cuddle with you now that he was back.

Jason sat on the other side of the couch. Having his arms out for you, you happily rested on his chest with his arms wrspprd around you. He made sure the blankets still covered you for warmth. You felt his masked nose nuzzle into your hair, clearly, he was happy to be with you as well. It took a while for Jason to get used to affection or cuddling from not getting it in years, but once he warmed up to it, it was nearly a requirement. Anytime he came home he at least expects a hug from you.

There was enough wood in the fire for now, it wa sonly a matter of time before Jason had to get up and put more in. By the looks of it, he cut a lot. The large pile remained in the corner, neatly stacked. It explained why he was gone for so long, along with the large blankets and weirdly shaped pillows, victims must’ve been out in the area. It didn’t matter anymor enow that Jason took care of them.

You couldn’t get up if you wanted to, even though Jason didn’t have warmth himself, the blankets and fire made up for it. You leaned up to press a kiss to his masked nose. You could feel his breath hitch for a second, you worried if you took a big leap, his grip tightened. His own masked pressed against your forehead as his way of returning the kiss. It made you smile widely at his attempt in affection.

It was the best you were going to get, and you were grateful. It didn’t matter if he had his mask or not. He was right there with you.

[nothomegal]

Nothing to see here, just a local undead man demanding attention from his favorite counsellor.

Keep scrolling.

[daisies-daydreams]

NSFW OF JASON VOORHEES BELOW ‼️‼️

Just imagine Jason’s massive cock drilling into your wet, tight pussy, spreading your walls open to the point where hot tears begin to pour down your face. He tilts his head whenever you cry, slowing down his thrusts until you grow quiet again…before he starts to pick up his pace.

His massive hands holding the back of your thighs, his fingers curling over your goose-bump ridden skin as he studied every twitch of your body, every curl of your toe. He relishes in the feeling of your slick gushing from your hole, slathering his cock before dripping down onto the sheets below.

Jason, who stares at you with his one good eye thorough his mask as his heavy balls slap against your puckering asshole, the power behind his thrusts making your cheeks clap loudly as you thrash around. He groans quietly as he feels your cunt grip and flutter around his impossibly thick girth, your back arching off the bed. His eye widens when he sees a massive bulge beneath your lower belly, his body stiffening as he grunts.

You shudder beneath him as he fills you with his thick, hot cum, his seed spilling past the seam where your sexes are joined as you fuck yourself on his dick, riding out your own high. He thrusts into your squelching cunt a few more times as his chest heaves, his body and mind completely overwhelmed as he shakes with pure ecstasy. He continues to hold and stroke your legs as he watches you come down from your orgasm, a melody of soft pants breath falling from your swollen lips as you catch your breath.

He eventually slides out of you, grunting at the loss of warmth and tightness around his shaft. He watches your hole curiously as his cum oozes out in spurts. Jason cocks his head to the side before sliding one of his thick digits against the rim of your hole. He sighed when he heard you moan as he pushed his spend back inside your sweet pussy…not wanting to waste a single drop.

[tonixe]

POV: you called the slasher a munch.

n.o.t.e.s - the slashers reacting to you calling them a munch >3, I just wanted to write something and it's still February.

+ Drabbles

w.a.r.n - Ice spice fan (?)

w.c - 347

featuring - Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher.

Michael Myers

∙ He would be lowkey kinda confused about what a munch is.

∙ Imagine him standing there menacingly, and you're literally crawling on your back, spitting profanities.

∙ You called him a munch when you were running away from him, trying to at least distract him.

∙ Probably scratched his head when he heard the word and cocked his head.

∙ He would just stand there, looking at you confusedly.

Jason Voorhees

∙ This baby would be so confused when said it.

∙ Cocked his head to the side, just standing there, breathing.

∙ I just imagine him just muttering a little "what?".

∙ He would just lower his knife cutely, so confused about what you said.

Freddy Krueger

∙ Probably would tell you to shut the hell up and stop the accusations.

∙ I feel like Freddy would deadass know the meaning of it since he literally kills children, and teenagers have probably heard the term before.

∙ His eyebrows just twitched as he just looked at you.

∙ Probably mad and pissed, just makes him want to kill you more.

Billy Loomis

∙ Similarly, like Freddy, stop the accusation and looks away from you with his face full of red.

∙ He would probably be in disbelief. Probably play it off and ignores you for the whole day.

∙ Your probably gonna be his first victim after you said, 🙏

∙ Imagine your running away from the killer and he just stabs you in the chest, and mutters: "I'm never eater, just a killer".

Stu Macher

∙ Stu would definitely, and I mean definitely prove how he munch and would say it proudly.

∙ Would literally be confident, of this guy an eater just look at him 💀.

∙ Imagine hanging out with him and the whole group, at the water fountain like in the scene from the movie. -And you called him a munch and he like "Are you telling me, that I eat you out so well"

∙ And you're like just standing there blushing.

[loveandmurders]

slasher with an female s/o who is an 80's aerobics gym teacher? just imagine how jealous they will be if a male student ask for a prívate class

Hello there! Thank you so much for this very original and funny request!

To match the era the best, I picked Michael, Jason and Bubba, I hope it's okay! Also it's the first time I write for Jason and Bubba so be indulgent with me :) <3

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings : Michael stalking you, mention of killing, mention of blood, morally grey reader (I mean... you are dating slashers and you know it), self conscious and insecure Jason, violent deaths, Bubba is called they/them, very excited Bubba.

Michael Myers

Michael really enjoyed how your body was shaped thanks to all the workout you did throughout the day. And even though he isn’t a really sexually active slasher, he still could appreciate the sight.

He also really liked to stalk you during your class. He loved how full of assurance and confidence you were, he loved how steady the sound of your voice was as you encouraged your students, and he adored seeing your body moving along with the music. You seemed so strong and agile.

More than once he thought you would be a perfect killer too, even if he would never let you know he had such ideas about you.

You were his sunshine and he didn’t mind that you preferred to stay out of his bloody business.

He started to stalk you even more when he noticed, one day, that one of your male students was often coming to you after the classes to ask you for advice. 

It seemed pretty innocent at first, but Michael was good at watching people and he hated the way the man seemed a little bit too close to you and the way he discreetly looked at you.

Michael could tell the man wanted something from you and he really didn’t like it at all.

You were his.

After this, Michael started to follow you all day and night until you would be back home. He would never let you out of his sight, except if he needed to kill someone in his path.

It was how he saw you, one evening, with that male student.

He frowned behind his mask as he noticed that you were alone with him. It was the first time it was happening and he had no idea what was going on.

One thing he knew for sure was that he hated this private class. 

He also had the impression that the man was badly positioning his body on purpose so you would need to come closer to correct his posture.

When the student pretended to lose his balance to fall at your feet and then grabbed your hand to stand up, with a little laugh, Michael thought he was trying to flirt with you or something like that. The man cracked a joke and you laughed as well.

It was too much for Michael who appeared in the room, and before you could react he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and threw him on the ground, his knife ready to strike.

You reached for Michael’s arm, trying to stop him, before realising that your student would then understand that you knew Michael and that he was indeed still around, killing people.

Michael waited for you to let go of his arm to kill your student.

You pouted at all the blood on the ground. You were quite upset with Michael, clueless to why he did such a thing. You silently left to grab what to clean up the mess he did.

When you came back, Michael was gone but there was a little note put on the body.

“Mine” you read

Oh, so he killed out of jealousy.

You found this a little too hot for anyone’s own good.

Jason Voorhees

Jason was your #1 Fan. 

He loved to watch you working out or teaching some students as he was hiding away.

He found your energy and the positive vibes very attractive

You were such a bright woman, who had so much love and attention to give… You were perfect in his eyes, because you were good and innocent.

You were everything his mother would have approved too.

But that day he spotted you with just one student in your classroom… He was just unable to understand why you were alone with him.

He hated how the man was so pretty too.

He was everything that he wasn’t.

Jason never looked at himself in the mirror, and had a hard time removing the mask around you, even when you were sleeping, because he couldn’t believe you would find someone like him attractive enough.

It was difficult for him to think his emotions through.

But what he knew, in that moment, was that he hated that you were currently alone with a man you could enjoy having a relationship with.

He knew you explained to him  several times that you were a teacher, which meant you sometimes needed to touch your students to help them find the right position or to have private class with them to help them progress; this time it didn’t feel right for Jason.

He watched the two of you, and the way the man seemed doing so right: yeah, this guy really didn’t need a private class with you to progress.

Jason was a sweetie, really. Adorable and caring with you. He never felt anything remotely close to jealousy because he trusted you.

But this… He couldn't stand it.

He didn’t want to upset you though, so unlike Michael he didn’t interrupt your class to murder the man.

He actually waited outside, grabbed the man, tugged him to the forest and killed him by smashing a stone to his face, over and over again, until the man was a bloody unrecognisable mess. Jason stood over him and watched his work before getting rid of the body.

He felt better, calmer, now the man was dead because it meant he wouldn’t be able to seduce you away from him.

Jason came back home and waited for you, as if nothing had happened. When you arrived you greeted him and kissed him like usual. It appeased him to know that nothing had changed between the two of you.

But he wanted more, the soft murderous boy needed some more reassurance, so instead of letting you go upstairs for you to take a shower, he grabbed your wrist and brought you on his lap.

You were a little bit startled by that behaviour, as Jason was always very careful before touching you or starting some cuddle time. His mother taught him to respect people’s boundaries and consents.

You didn’t fully understand what was going on when Jason tightly hugged you against his chest, but you guessed he needed affection.

You cuddled on the couch with him and gently murmured sweet nothings to his ear until he let you go.

The next day, you discovered your student was reported missing and you started to connect the dots…

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba adored your aerobic classes!!

Actually whenever they could, they joined in! And they tried their best to follow your movement and to be a good student, because they also loved your praises very much!

But because they took a lot of space and didn’t really care about anyone else but you in the room, it was easier for you to deal with them in private class. And they enjoyed it even more; all your attention could be on them that way!

But they didn’t like it when you were having those private classes with other people, because it meant your attention was fully on someone else.

Bubba couldn’t articulate that they were feeling jealousy. They were just a big amount of love for you, like a giant teddy bear always all excited to see you. With the rest of the world that wasn’t their family, they were a murderous and violent person ready to slaughter anyone with their chainsaw.

It meant they couldn't stand seeing you alone with anyone else.

Bubba was a big baby, needing attention and praises, unlike their family ever truly gave them

So whenever you tried to have a private class with someone else, you always looked around the room with a little bit of apprehension.

You knew Bubba was going to appear at some point.

That day, you were with a male student, which somehow always made things worse in Bubba’s eyes. You weren’t too sure why. Probably because they were used to seeing you hang out with female friends, and not so much with male friends. 

And you could always explain to them that your students have a different kind of relationship with you.

Bubba couldn’t understand it.

Those people looked at you for a whole session and followed your orders so it meant they loved you like Bubba and their family did. Period.

You slowly calmed down as your class progressed, thinking that maybe Bubba was busy with killing people.

How wrong you were.

As you let your guard fully down, Bubba bursted into the room in his little gym outfit and with his chainsaw…

Your student cried out at the sight, and you were quick to come closer to him, trying to appease him by telling him that the chainsaw was just a toy, and not a real one.

(It clearly hadn’t been your greatest lie, but you panicked)

Bubba started to dance to the rhythm of the music you were playing for your class and they were really happy that the attention was on them again.

You were about to say something when they started the chainsaw on.

You jumped at the loud sound and your student fell on the ground, in pure fear.

You sighed to yourself and sat on the ground, watching Bubba doing their little dance while holding their chainsaw in the air.

You perfectly knew how it was going to end, so you just decided to wait patiently for the end.

The music ended, and the chainsaw met your male student’s face before he could even try to run away from the room.

You shook your head at Bubba “No, no, no, Bubba baby, you didn’t keep the rhythm till the end”

Bubba sadly whined at you.

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[madwomansapologist]

Jason Vorhes + cornelia street

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Cornelia Street

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synopsis: If he ever broke your heart... you don't think time can mend that.

warnings: little poor meow meow whos a killer is killing😲 .

You drove around Camp Crystal Lake, slowly and without paying much attention to the road. You just wanted to feel the autumn air against your face and forget why you were moving away. The jacket over her shoulders was his, but Jason wasn't there with you.

Jason asked you to travel to the city. Just a few days away until he finished dealing with the people trying to renovate the camp. You did as he asked, but you don't know if you'll come back.

You just... He'll never stop. You already understood this. Jason will never rest, not as long as they keep heading back to camp. But you don't want it to continue. Because what if one day he doesn't make it? What if one day he's weak or distracted or hurts and can't make it?

You could just continue driving. Go back to your home and never come back. You could do anything you want, Jason would never hurt you, but that's not what you want. You don't want to leave him, you just don't want to see him dead.

But all you can do is hope you never lose him. Hope it never ends. You'd never walk on this damned city again.

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[xxyourlittleangelz]

Is this stupid? Probably. But do I like it and find it cute? Yes.

Sit back and buckle up you fucking precious human because this makes no sense:) enjoy!💜

I haven’t written for these guys in a while so I thought why not! This is based off of something I’ve written before about konig but I wanted to do it for these guys<3

Below I’ve listed two different sounds just depending on what you want ! <33333

I recommend listening to one of them for the best experience!

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☁️N i g h t m a r e s☁️

This react includes: Michael, Jason, Thomas.

🚩🚩🚩IMPORTANT: I write micheal a little differently then some (I’m sure others have done the same so I am NOT taking credit for it) but I write him in a way where he is VOCAL if this isn’t your cup of tea I’m sorry but I do have other reacts with him where he isn’t!🚩🚩🚩

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Micheal🎃:Micheal doesn’t really dream per say

It’s hard to explain how micheal dreams sometimes you think he doesn’t even sleep.

On this night in particular he noticed how you tossed and turned

To be frank he didn’t think much of it until you started crying.

He couldn’t make out what you were saying but understood that it hurt you deeply.

Therefore it pissed him off.

So doing the only thing he knows he thought back to his mom.

She always (when she was home anyways) held him.

Micheal almost cringed at the thought of being “soft” BUT it was you.

You were completely different from the others. (Obviously)

So this big guy threw his arm around you and pulled you close.

You calmed down a bit once you got close to him

He WILL tease you about this.

“Your such a baby. Having me hold you”

It can come off as mean (It’s micheal) but he actually isn’t trying to be mean.

And if you ever have a nightmare again micheal is quick to hold you.

On occasion(RARE) he’ll even whisper sweet words into your ear.

DO NOT TEASE HIM he will flat deny this.

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Jason🏕️:Jay has had his fair share of bad dreams

Even now!

You had went to bed before which wasn’t uncommon

He does late walks around the camps

When he returned home he heard you whimpering.

He’s first thought was you were hurt or one of the campers found you.

He rushed into the bedroom almost taking the damn door off.

But you were okay?

You weren’t bleeding and there was no one but you two in the cabin.

He stood at the end of the bed tilting his head to the right.

Then it hit him. You were having a bad dream!

He quickly put down his things on the little table you had in the room and got into bed

He remembers his mother holding him and talking to him when he had a bad dream.

He tries his best to soothe you.

He lets you cuddle up to him as he’s afraid of hurting you if he pulls you to him.

(And it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together Jay is a gentle boy <333)

This being said sometimes he can’t be there so he always leaves a shirt/jacket for you to cuddle up to.

He doesn’t tease you like Michael but does find it adorable that you seek him out for comfort!<3

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Thomas🧸:poor man is so tired from the day he doesn’t even know if he can dream.

But when finds out you have bad dreams he feels bad!

He can’t protect you from them which makes him feel bad.

He’ll cuddled you!

And even tried to hum one time (it was cute in a way)

He’ll listen to you if you wish to talk about it but won’t push.

Will NOT allow anyone to tease you about it.

Hoyt made that mistake ONCE.

He found a little bear in the basement so he cleaned it up and gave it to you!

10/10 he’s so sweet about it!!<3

[nobitchs-world]

Me: I love horror movie slashers

My scary ass if I ever saw them:

[sold2vlaykz]

[marksbear2]

Daddyyy!! I have an idea, and Jason Voorhees & Michael Myers spilt roasting an bottom reader! Ik u dislike writing bottom reader so you could just write an small scenario.

JASON VOORHEES & MICHAEL MYERS X MALE READER

⚠️Warnings!! Could be G/N READER. Rough and hard sex, spilt roasting, mean Michael, blowjob, deep throat, pulling, 3some, same time. Pure smut!!⚠️

You lost track of time and how this all started, one moment you were running away from literally the two most slashers alive.

It started off with Michael seeing you fall and hurt your ankle. He stood up watching you scream in pain but also fear. Alongside with Michael, Jason approached looking down at you as well.

Then almost in sync they slowly look up form your body and they exchange an look before cornering you.

At first you resisted but as their large and rough gloved hands grabbed and touched your body you felt yourself getting more and more horny. Your body couldn’t hide the arousal you felt.

Now currently Heavy breathing could be heard above you. You were on all fours gagging around Michael’s cock while Jason was behind you thrusting his cock deep inside of you. Jason put one of his legs next to your thigh thrusting in and out of you in a deep and fast pace.

Which each thrust Jason thrusted your body up forcing your mouth to go down Michael’s cock.

As for Michael he thrusted his cock right back forcing his cock deep inside your throat.

They were toying with your body, treating you as if you were some fuck toy for them to share. You gagged and chocked around Michael’s cock while your moans and screams from pleasure were muffled.

Jason hands massaged your ass spreading them and gripping them. He was much more gentle then Michael that was gripping your hair down on his cock.

Jason thrust got faster and faster before abruptly pulling out and pulling your waist down to him pulling you off of Michael’s cock.

Jason flipped your body so you laid on your back. The two slashers switch spots now Michael is in between your legs. He held your legs apart and high putting your legs agaisnt his shoulders and once your legs were settled he put his hands on your hips before immediately thrusting his full cock inside of you showing no mercy or compassion.

The other slasher was watching slightly in Awww but mostly in arousal.

He noticed you were having a hard time keeping your legs on Michael’s shoulders so he reached over taking both of your ankles and holding your legs apart and high for Michael.

Jason looked down at you before swaying his large much thicker cock above your face. Eventually you wrap your lips around his cock. Jason was much more patient then Michael letting you suck his cock at your own pace. Jason’s hands ran through your hair just petting you.

While Michael on the other hand was thrusting fast and deep inside your whole. He was fucking your walls as of you were nothing to him.

His large cock abusing your hole. Michael looked up from your face, since he was just staring watching you sick Jason’s cock. As Michael looked up him and Jason made eye contact. Michael slowly lowered himself on you pressing his body against yours with his full body weight. Eventually Jason let go of your legs, as you immediately wrap them around Michael’s waist.

Michael put his hand on the base of Jason’s cock guiding him out of your mouth, Michael used his free hand to lift up his mask a bit so his mouth and nose was only visible. Michael pumped Jason’s cock before wrapping his lips around his cock bobbing his head down on the full thick shaft. You look and watch in awe as your shock gets cut off short by Michael hips pulling away and slamming himself back inside your hole.

Maybe if you keep up with them for the rest of the night they’ll let you live, or not…

THE END

[kiss-theggoat]

How would the Slashers react to Their s/o hasn’t been getting sleep and randomly passed out as they were doing something 🤔

Slashers Reacting to a Sleepy S/O

Slashers included: Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhees, Asa Emory, Thomas Hewitt

Michael Meyers:

You hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. Most nights, you stayed awake with a book or the TV on, sitting anxiously on your bed, waiting for him. Whenever Michael went out late or disappeared for a few days, you could barely even relax, let alone catch a few hours of sleep. This week was particularly stressful for you. Michael had been gone for three days now, no where to be found.

Finally, the morning of day four, you were startled out of your novel to a bloodied and mud covered Michael slamming your front door, shoulders hunched and jumpsuit absolutely coated in filth.

A few hours later, you were scrubbing blood off of Michael’s shoulder, his entire body submerged in the bath you’d ran for him. Now that he was home, and you knew he was safe…you felt your entire body become tired, eyelids feeling like concrete. The warm water and smell of the eucalyptus body wash was lulling you to sleep, and before you know it, you’d fallen asleep, head resting against the wall and hands still on Michael’s shoulders.

He was confused at first, but he knew that you were stressed when he was gone. He stood from the bath, feeling clean and comfortable, and saw you, passed out against the wall with soap still dripping from your hands. He grabbed a towel, first drying your hands and then wrapping it around his waist, finally scooping you up off of the stool you sat on.

He carried you to the bed, laying beside you as he set you down on your pile of pillows and blankets.

Jason Voorhees:

You’d been helping Jason all day, cleaning the cabin, picking up garbage from the lake, taking the wood he chopped back to the shed. It was hard labor, and you had to admit, it was tough to keep up with your early rising, hard working boyfriend.

Jason was busy chopping wood. He swung the axe with ease, slicing through the wood like it was a hot knife through butter. The pile was stacking up, and his little helper hadn’t come to collect anything in a while. He set his axe down, scanning the trees for you. Nothing.

He began to walk down towards the cabin, where he hoped you were. It was hot today, sweat dripped down his neck as he walked. Finally, he made it to the cabin but still…no sign of you. He tilted his head, genuinely confused as to where you were.

But as he looked towards the shed, and there you were. Your skin was glistening, cheeks pink and head resting against the door of the shed. His chest swelled with warmth. You looked beautiful, and as he got closer, he saw that you’d fallen asleep.

He decided that even though there was plenty more work to be done, this was the perfect time to join you for a break. He plopped down beside you, resting his aching back against the shed. He leaned against your side, and when you rested your head on his shoulder, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever be able to get up again.

Asa Emory:

Asa had been relentless lately. You two had just moved to a new city, and of course that meant it was time to start a new collection. He’d been keeping you up for days on end, rambling about his plans and showing you his drawings, collecting new species and documenting them in his journal, all with the lights on.

Usually you welcomed Asa’s rants and rambles but after the move, getting a new job, and taking care of your new puppy, you were absolutely exhausted.

Now, you were seated besides Asa at his desk. He was telling you about something or other about how he wanted to do a collection about something or something…you couldn’t do it anymore. You closed your eyes. You thought to yourself, I’ll just rest my eyes for a moment…

Asa’s head whipped around as he noticed yours fall to hit the desk, a tiny thud sounding as your forehead made contact with the wood. He stared at you for a moment, but knew that his project was important. He leaned back in his chair to grab a small throw blanket off of your shared bed.

He wrapped it around your shoulders, rubbing your back gently as he picked his pencil back up, continuing his detailed sketch.

Thomas Hewitt:

The humidity was killing you. Sweat was beading on your skin and rolling down your forehead, it felt like you might be suffocating down in Thomas’ basement. The smell was off putting, but you’d gotten used to it at this point.

He was sewing, and you couldn’t really focus on what he was making without feeling a tiny bit nauseous, but to be honest, even without looking, you were nauseous. You were overly tired, hot, sweaty, and had been trapped down in the basement for hours. Without warning, you stood up quickly, holding your stomach and taking a breath. “Tommy, I gotta go upstairs and lay down.”

He stared at you, a little bit concerned, but he knew you didn’t really like it down here. He gave you a nod and went back to his project. You quickly began to walk up the stairs, excited to finally lay down in your own bed that didn’t smell like rotting meat. The moment the door opened, you felt better, fresh air hitting your skin.

Your body felt fatigued, and you sat down on the top step, taking a deep breath. When the nausea faded, you were overtaken by the sleepiness, eyes sliding shut. Thomas didn’t hear the door shut, and he knew you would’ve if you’d left the basement. He stood, walking towards the stairs and seeing you…asleep on the top two steps, head leaning against the wall.

He let out a little laugh, walking up the stairs while wiping his hands off on the apron he wore. He slid one hand beneath your knees and one around your shoulders, holding you close to his body. He couldn’t stop smiling as he carried you towards your room.

[nothomegal]

He's back!🎶 The man behind the mask! 🎶 And he's (out of control) taking (Y/N)!🎶

I'm a bit late but happy Friday the 13th everybody! 🥳

[y3strr]

Me with the horror slasher I managed to pull by being just as deranged!! ^_^

[tonixe]

SLASHER

POV: you called the slasher a munch - Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher

"Oh Micheal" - micheal myers x reader

[screamiac]

(AFAB reader)

Y/N throwing themselves onto the bed : I have cramps.

Slasher, lowkey flirting : You know what could help with that?

Y/N, dramatically, face buried into a pillow : Killing myse-

Slasher : nO-