#jeffrey hawk x reader

[semiweirdshipper]

Why do I make these memes?

[your-goth-sis]

Hi! May I request Max Thompson Jr., Jeffrey Hawk and Anna with a survivor reader who instinctively apologizes to them when she drops a pallet a tad too hard? She leaves her med-kit behind so that they can patch themselves up or (if they allow her to) she patches them up herself! Thank you and please don't feel pressured to write this if it's not your cup of tea! Have a lovely day 🫶🏻

Aw this is cute!

Max Thompson Jr

How cute? He was surprised and tried telling you that there was no need to apologise and that this is how it worked but to no avail. He got patched up with your help and you continued as normal. To be honest, he found you really cute!

Jeffrey Hawk

Adorable. Absolutely adorable. He just laughs as you put down your medkit. "Oh no need, honey, I'm fine" he'd smirk. "B-But are you sure?" you asked innocently. "Yeah, now let's continue" he said as he broke the pallet. You RAN, got the frick out of there.

Anna

Well that's cute. She'd nod at you and let you patch her up immediately. She'd pretend to be more hurt for extra attention and love from you.

[soapyghostie]

fave found family headcanons for dbd killers? (personally I love Danny and Amanda as besties and Anna and Evan as adoptive parents to the Legion)

Idk. I felt like doing a request. I know. It's been awhile since I posted any writing. I just haven't had the time or the motivation. I've been really going through it the past few months. I have no clue when I'll get out with another one so please enjoy this freshly, newly made content.

Note: I didn't write for all the killers because there is so many of them and this took forever to write.

DBD Killers

Evan has been in the Entity’s realm the longest out of all the killers so he’s the most experienced. He’s rough around the edges, but he definitely has a soft spot for some of the younger killers. He subconsciously took on the role as a designated father figure to pretty much all of the killers. He’s always making sure that no one does anything stupid. You could picture him being that dad that checks up on their kids, but scolds them while doing so. Julie and Frank think he’s being a hardass, but Susie and Joey know that deep down, he cares. He makes sure that everyone eats and is taking care of themselves. 

Philip is never the one to say much. However, everyone knows that if you're struggling with something or having a bad day, he’ll sit next to you silently until you feel better. He has a soft spot for those who were manipulated and abused and always makes sure that they are valued. He and Rin often hang out together. They like to get away from all the chaos and go to a quiet spot to recharge after trials. 

Despite his fearsome appearance, Max is incredibly gentle with those he considers family. Anna treats him like a younger brother and he follows her around like a loyal puppy. He loves music. Susie often invites him to dance with her and they always have a good time dancing together. He doesn’t talk, but everyone knows he’s there if they need a comforting presence.

Sally is the overprotective mom of the group. She checks on everyone constantly. She also makes sure that the more reckless killers, like Danny and Frank, are staying out of trouble. She has had to drag Danny and Frank by their ears a few times because they were causing too much commotion. 

Michael doesn’t outwardly engage, but he’s always there. He’s like most brothers. You don’t think he cares, but he does. If you mess with his people, he pops up when you least expect it. He does keep an eye on the more vulnerable killers. While most of the killers assume that he doesn’t care, Rin and Philip know he listens to everything and step in when it matters.

Lisa is like the eerie aunt who speaks in riddles but somehow always gives the best advice. She watches over everyone from the shadows and only appears when needed. If someone is struggling, she’ll leave protective symbols around them. Survivors have noticed that the Legion, Rin, and Sally all seem to have her markings more in their realms than others. It’s almost as if Lisa is silently guarding them…

Herman thinks he’s the intellectual leader of the group and enjoys psychoanalyzing everyone. He’s absolutely that uncle who gives you questionable advice but acts like he’s right. Surprisingly, Ji-Woon enjoys talking to him about human psychology, and Frank enjoys his complete disregard for morality. Evan, however, is constantly telling him to shut up. 

Anna fully embraces her role as the Legion’s adoptive mother (She mothers other killers too. I promise. Just mostly the Legion since they are like wild animals). She treats Susie and Joey like her own kids, scolds Frank a lot, and makes sure Julie isn’t pushing herself too hard. She’s also fiercely protective of Charlotte and Rin, seeing a bit of herself in them. If anyone threatens her family, she will not hold back. 

Bubba just wants to be loved, and he sees the killers as his second family. He’s especially close with Max and Charlotte since they understand what it’s like to be outcasts. He and Anna get along surprisingly well, bonding over their love for family. Will offer food (or questionably edible things) to anyone he considers a friend.

Nobody likes Freddy, but he’s the distant relative you can’t get rid of. He constantly teases people, especially Danny and Ji-Woon, and enjoys stirring up drama. The only reason he hasn’t been banned is because he keeps the entity entertained. 

Amanda acts like she doesn’t care, but she’ll absolutely throw hands for her found family. She and Danny are best friends. They constantly cause mischief together. She also has a soft spot for Julie and teaches her knife tricks. Despite her tough demeanor, she genuinely wants the younger killers to survive and be better than she was. 

Nobody really wants to be around Jeffery, but he sticks around anyways. Frank thinks he’s funny, and Danny sometimes listens to his awful life advice for laughs. Evan, Anna, and Sally keep him away from the younger killers as much as possible. 

Rin has trouble trusting others, but she bonds a little more easily with those that can relate to her. She sees Sally as a mentor and gets along with Lisa through their shared connection with the supernatural. She also has a sibling-like bond with Charlotte and Phillip. They understand her and her forced situation to serve the entity as a killer. 

The Legion are the chaotic but lovable younger siblings of the found family. Frank acts like he doesn’t need anyone but secretly enjoys the structure that Anna and Evan provide. Julie is the responsible ‘older sibling’ who looks up to Amanda. Susie sees Bubba and Max as big brothers. Joey follows Danny around like an annoying little brother. 

Adiris acts as a spiritual guardian to those who feel lost. She sees Lisa as an equal. She often offers Rin wisdom on how to deal with her pain, helping her find healthy ways to cope with it. She takes pity on Evan and Sally for what the entity did to them. She believes they were cursed by fate. 

Danny thrives on chaos but is surprisingly loyal. He and Amanda are a troublemaking duo, often pulling pranks or sneaking around. Michael is his idol. He often fangirls and pesters him, annoying Michael a lot. Surprisingly, Danny hasn’t been yeeted to another dimension yet. While he’s not super emotional, he secretly enjoys being part of the weird, dysfunctional killer family. 

Nobody agrees on how to treat Demo, but it’s basically the family pet. Bubba tries to feed it, Susie wants to cuddle it, and Evan begrudgingly accepts its presence. 

Kazan refuses to acknowledge any sort of familial bond outright, but he keeps a close eye on Rin from the shadows. He often leaves behind old weapons, armor, or cryptic advice for her, never admitting they’re from him. If anyone disrespects the Yamaoka name or threatens Rin, he will personally make them regret it. 

Caleb doesn’t like unnecessary chatter, but if he sees someone struggling with weapons or traps, he’ll step in and help. He mentors Max often, teaching him how to repair and customize his chainsaw. Despite his gruff demeanor, he has a soft spot for Charlotte. She reminds him of himself and all the hardships he faced growing up. 

Charlotte finds comfort in Anna’s motherly presence and has truly felt safe for the first time since she lost her mother. Victor is protective of Susie and often perches on her shoulder like a tiny, growling guard dog. Charlotte is hesitant with trusting someone, but when she does, she is incredibly loyal. She often stands near Evan and Anna in intense situations, knowing they’ll protect her and Victor. 

Ji-Woon sees himself as the ‘cool’ older brother who is always trying to impress the younger killers with his charisma and skills. He thrives on admiration but secretly enjoys the chaotic yet familial dynamic of the group, even if he won’t admit it. While he pretends to be indifferent, if someone ever insulted or threatened a ‘little sibling’ of his, he’d handle it with an unsettling calm, deadly efficiency.

[yanderedbdimagines]

Can I get clown with his obsession trapped in a locker, Entity punishing him?

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Of course! I'm low-key surprised that it's not one, but two of these requests I have received about this over the months. Of course, I'll condense it in one post.

I hope you'll enjoy what I have written here!

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The Clown

The locker smelled mostly like blood. Not yours, thankfully. But the scent of someone who had been here before lingered. Iron-tinged and sharp in your nose. You didn't have time to dwell on it. Not with your heart hammering so loud you swore it would give you away.

He was out there. Somewhere upon the grounds of Father Campbell’s Chapel. His home turf.

You pressed your fingers against your mouth, muffling your breath as heavy footsteps dragged across the dirt outside. The Clown. The stench of chloroform and chemical-laced musk thickened the air, seeping through the locker’s slits. You fought the urge to gag. That smell was the only warning you often got when he was too close for your comfort.

He had been after you the entire match. No matter where you ran, no matter how well you looped, he followed with heavy strides. A force of morbid perseverance, chuckling under his breath, muttering to himself as he lobbed bottles of his noxious afterpiece tonic in your direction. The others had tried to take the heat off you, but he never chased them for long. He always circled his way back to you once you accidentally found yourself in his line of sight again.

You are the only one left in the trial. And now, he was right outside.

The steps stopped. Silence. Then-

“C’mon, sweetheart,” his voice drawled, rumbling with sickly amusement. “I know you’re in there.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your back against the wooden frame. If you didn’t move, if you didn’t breathe too loud, maybe he would just give up and leave you alone.

You didn't notice the pull of the door as he tried to open it normally.

A sudden, violent bang rattled the locker as he slammed his meaty fist against the door in question. You bit down a yelp as body went rigid. Your pulse hammered so hard you thought you’d pass out.

You braced yourself for the inevitable. Any second now, he would fling the door open and drag you out. You had seen him do it to others. Yank them by the scruff of their neck like ragdolls, throw them over his shoulder while they kicked and screamed. He was relentless. A force of nature when he truly wanted to be.

But then… nothing happened.

Click.

Nothing.

The door barely budged. You heard the faintest shuffle, a confused grunt followed by a raspy cough, then the squeal of metal as he tried yet again. Click.

Still locked.

“…Huh.” He huffed.

A pause. You dared to crack your eyes open. What the hell was going on?

The Clown’s breathing had changed; still raspy, still deep, but more frustrated now. Another yank. Click. A guttural and irritated growl rumbled from his throat.

“Ohh, you’re a tricky one,” he mused, voice darkening. “What kinda game you playin’, huh?”

You weren’t playing anything. You were just as confused as he was.

A sharp, metallic screech sent a shiver down your spine as he jammed something into the lock. His butterfly knife perhaps? You weren’t absolutely sure of it, but whatever it was, it wasn't working. The door refused to give in. You heard his breath quicken, irritation boiling over into something more manic.

“No, no, no,” he muttered, his tone turning almost desperate. “Don’t you dare keep me from what’s mine. Please.” There was something unsettling about the way he said it, a tinge of disbelief hiding beneath the desperation. He wasn’t just angry. He was rattled and confused. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The Entity had never denied him before. Not once. The bond he had with it was strong. It gave him power, sharpened his instincts, give him the ability to keep up and play around with his prey. But now? Now it was standing in his way, blocking him from what he was sure should be his.

A forceful kick shook the entire locker. Then another. The wood groaned under the abuse, but it held. It wasn’t supposed to be locked. Lockers in the trials never were. But it was as if something was holding it in place. Then it clicked for you, too. The Entity. It had to be.

"You gotta be kiddin’ me. That’s what’s popped the balloon?" You heard him mutter. What...?

He tried again, harder this time. The locker’s door shook, but stayed shut.

You let out the smallest, shakiest breath.

The Clown growled, his patience fraying at the edges of his mind. "C'mon, you piece of-"

He slammed his fist against the door so violently that the entire locker shuddered. You winced, curling into yourself as if that would make you disappear entirely.

A sudden pulse of energy surged through the air, and you felt it before you saw it.

The trial grounds flickered. The edges of your vision darkened, shadows curling inward like grasping fingers. The air thickened, pressing down on you. Then, a sensation similar to falling.

Something about that made the killer snap. A gritty, rage-filled roar tore from his throat, his fist slamming against the locker door so hard you thought it might splinter. But it still didn’t open.

The world warped.

And then you were somewhere else entirely.

The crackling of the campfire greeted your ears, the warm glow bathing your skin in flickering light. You stumbled forward, your legs weak and your breath coming in ragged gasps. Some of your fellow survivors sat nearby, their faces shifting from exhaustion to surprise as they took in your sudden arrival.

"Holy shit," Meg muttered, standing up from her spot near her tent. "You just… Where the hell did you come from?"

You couldn’t answer. Your mind was still catching up with what had just happened. One moment, you had been trapped in that locker, waiting for your untimely kidnapping death. The next, the Entity had intervened.

It had saved you, for a reason that yet escaped you.

Across the campfire, Claudette gave you a once-over, concern etched into her features. "Are you okay? You look shaken."

You let out a shaky laugh, which confirms her deduction. "Yeah, I think I am okay."

You turned your head slightly, glancing beyond the campfire’s light, half-expecting to see him lurking in the shadows, like he sometimes seems to do. But he wasn’t here. He was somewhere out there. Maybe far away from the main camp. And you…

You were free. Even if it’s just for a moment longer before the next trial would come to be.

And somewhere, back on the grounds of Father Campbell’s Chapel, you imagined the Clown standing there, trembling in rage. Realizing his prize had been taken from him.

[diejager]

Joyce, can we have headcanons regarding that sicko bastard known as Jeffrey Hawk aka The Clown? I ADORED that thing u said about him having a dad bod ❤️❤️

*Hands you an ordinary Ultra Ball as a gift*

Oddballer, you’re asking a lot from me, aren’t ya?? That man is just so big and filthy that I’m sure he smells.

The Clown NSFW Headcanon

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, drinking, blood, gore, amputation, clown stuff, manhandling, gas/hazing??, tell me if I missed any.

Once a young and athletic kid, building his body to fit a certain way to help him ease through all the hard labour he did, now it his under a warm layer of fat, thick and heavy, bulging over his belt and breast round and soft. He might’ve had some difficulty to run, ambling or striding across the fields with a slow and taunting skip to his step, menacing while he hit the cork of his bottles and shook his special concoction. It made him all the more terrifying, slow and comfortable in his walk, strategic and strangely familiar with every type of hunt, ears keenly aware of the screams and pants of survivors, hungry for the dopamine those pained sounds gave him —especially yours. 

His special bird, the first he’d every wanted to keep, locked away from the other killers and survivors alike, chained to his carney’s caravan by the ankle, bloody and filthy just to his liking. It brought back memories, favourable ones, his first successful hunt, catching a little robin in his hand, the soft and pretty red plumage picked and broken, but you weren’t something he wanted broken.

He liked the fire in your eyes, the fearful and spiteful glare you sent him when he cornered you in the chosen realm, snarling at him like a feral creature. While he hated doing unnecessary work, abhorred the thought of you losing the flare in your being, taming such a wild cat was rewarding by itself. If he could tame you enough to be able to hold and touch you without too much fight, but keep your temper, it was a win-win in his mind. There was nothing more he hated than a husk, a shell of a broken man to keep as a pet. 

He took brave and foolish alike, young or old, nothing was off the table for him, all he needed was the true part of them, a finger to remember his exploits and victory, throwing away the part he deemed trash —fake. He could smell it from their bodies and figured that the hands - fingers - were the truth, a part that showed the person’s life, deeming it a satisfactory boon for him conquest, but you, all parts of you sang a different story to good ol’ Jeffrey Hawk. A true treasure to keep intact. 

While he would love to keep you to himself, a little bird that would sing to him every day with snapping teeth and kicking feet, he wasn’t as favoured by her as other killers were, almost forgotten to his dirty little corner of the forest in his bloodied and smelly caravan, fingers littering every flat surface and beer bottles stacked or rolling across the floor. If he had such a favour, he would keep you in a comfortable corner, placed over a sullied mattress with blankets stacked over it, keeping you warm while he dressed you in his shirts, all browned and smelling of metallic blood and his musk. 

It was thick and heady, mixing with a scent of alcohol and iron, age-old sweat and dirt. You’d complained about his stink, gagging and choking on the many times he cornered you, pressing himself against you to feel and smell you under his grasp. Nose buried in your hair and arms pulling you to his front, your back arching by the neck against the solid mass of his stomach, soft and pudgy if it wasn’t for his rough clothes scratching your tender skin.

It brought tears to your eyes. Be it from the stench of him and his intoxicating tonics, or his wandering hands, slipping under your shirt until it rode up, removing a piece of protection from his hungry eyes, he loved watching you cry. Call it a recreational hazard from his job, tears and wails were just a part of his duty under The Entity’s guidance, but he simply adored your pretty tears, pearly things rolling down your cheeks and your cute sobs filling his lecherous ears.

You don’t know how much it affected him, the pout when you bit your lower lip in frustration while you struggled against him, the squirming that riled him when he had you in his arms, and your spitfire-like tongue, hurling every insults under the sun at him. It stirred something deep in his guts, a dark pleasure bubbling from his loins, fattening the growing hardness between his leg. He easily got worked up by you, the solitude of his lifestyle and the starvation for any kind of touch led his to drool and hunger for it. 

Your skin against his, soft and beautiful, bending easily under his kneading hands, his rough and bloodied glove as forced you on his lap, seated still to let him lap and suck at your small fingers. His tongue curling around your index, thick and lithe, and suckled in his warm and wet mouth while his tongue felt around, drool running down your wrist. He lost himself in these moments, aroused out of his mind and huffing hot breath against your disgusted face.

He liked your reaction —he liked any reaction you gifted him. He savoured each and every one, your gleeful ones, your sorrowful ones, your frustrated one, and your painful ones. He drank it all up like the drugs and alcohol he found pleasure in, gorging on you like an addict would. You were his new addiction, his new drug and dependence. And he hungered.

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Characters I will and won't write

Will Write For:

Singularity/HUX-A7-13

Dredge/Druanee

Blight/Talbot Grimes

Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn

Xenomorph/"Big Chap" [NEW!]

Will NOT Write For(these are characters I will never add to my list because I don't favor them/they make me uncomfortable):

Clown/Kenneth Chase/Jeffrey Hawk

Nightmare/Freddy Krueger

Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak

Cenobite/Pinhead

I will also not write Surivors x Reader. Nothing against them, I will even include some in certain fics but they will never be the central character. Sorry! I just like killers more ^^

And just in case some of you are following me for this...I will not be posting anything for Specimen Seven. I can still do something for ALIEN if you guys want, but Specimen Seven is being reserved for something else. So please do not attempt to use him as he is my character. Thank you for understanding.

[slashingdisneypasta]

How would your horror/slasher faves take care of you when you're sick? 🥺 (I know you've done a cheering up hcs before but maybe this is a lil different ^^)

Get well soon!! Take care of yourself <333

THIS IS SO SWEET! Thank you! ^^ <3<3<3 I hope you're doing better too with your life stuff or at least you will be very soon ^^

I took this opportunity to be super super self indulgent! XD 😅

Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons +Imagines at the Bottom

Topic: Taking care of you when you're sick ^^

Includes (For HC's): Jim Bickerman and Otis B. Driftwood. Included (For Imagines): Bo Sinclair, Chucky Lee Ray, Drayton Sawyer, Freddy Krueger and Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown. (They aren't in this order, sorry 😅)

Warnings: Otis fucking Driftwood (Meaning nasty smut hc's and a liiitle dub con)

Jim Bickerman:

If you get really clingy when you're sick like me (Opposite to me when I'm healthy 😅😅) he is absolutely on board with that XD Honestly he loves having you sticking close to him, going to him for warmth, laughing a little too easy at dumb jokes, listening intently to whatever he's saying... he eats it up. You're like an adorable little puppy dog, hangin' onto him. He'll almost be disappointed when you get better and don't act like that anymore 😅😅😅

"... Do you need help gettin' changed? I'm happy to help y'out pumpkin, really! Ul-ulterior motive?? No... "

Usually he's a frozen meal kinda man; he's probably got a freezer just packed full of pizza's and little microwave meals, and the most gourmet thing he 'cooks' regularly is campfire sausages in the backyard- but he knows how to make chicken soup and mash some potato's and that's his first duty when you wake up sick as a dog.

You get to wear one of his flannels when you're sick (:(:(: Its big and thick and probably smells like spilled alcohol.

He's probably gonna get himself sick too because he can not stay away from you. He'll be sat next to you most of the time- watching tv with you and entertaining you, eating soup with you, having tea with you, napping with you- basically, this is not your sickness. This is both of y'alls sickness 😅😅😅

"Here, this'll help. Promise ya."

"... That is a bottle of bourbon."

"Exactly." *Shakes it in your face*

Otis B Driftwood (NSFW mostly)

You think a little bit of snot is gonna deter this freak man??? Uh, no. He's still going to try and fuck you if he can swing it. You look so fucking cute with your sore, sore red nose from wiping so much, the bags under your eyes are sexy as hell to him, and you're moving so damn slowly... you think he isn't gonna take that as an opportunity?

So yeah... he is actually quite into you when you're sick. And he'll probably exhaust you to the point that you'll be sleeping a lot and get through this much faster then usual!

He will kiss you, full on the mouth with a foul amount of tongue (Lets see if we can soothe your throat, baby), so I hope his immune system is good.

He is happy to just warm his cock in you while you sleep, or lay there and babble because you're half really unwell and halfway to an orgasm at the same time. You're just so fucking cute.

He is also happy to eat you out/blow you and overstimulate you for hours. What?? This way he wont get sick himself! Isn't that better, you gross, diseased little slut?

Otis also doesn't shy away from mess (Obviously), so if you have tissues everywhere he's not gonna look at you sideways or anything ^^ Which is such a load off my mind, at least! ^^

He's not gonna make you something good to eat, but he's not a total animal- especially when he gets older. He will make you a cup of tea, and you better like it XD

You need a ride to the bathroom? Otis will haul you on his shoulder the whole way and set you down right on the toilet seat 😅 You need someone to hold you up in the shower? Otis is on it- he needs a shower anyway.

+ Imagines

Another one who does not give a damn how 'gross' you might be when you're sick is Jeffrey/the clown. He'll have you set on his big lap snoozing against his shoulder or sniffling and coughing into tissues while he messes around with different potions in his trailer, just keeping you warm and comfortable there. He says if you can put up with him coughing and hacking all over ya all the time he can damn sure handle you're adorable fucken self whimpering into his shoulder all day.

If you tend to have bad dreams when you're unwell due to your fever like I do: Imagine frowning in your sleep, pressing your lips together in a tight line as the scenes in your head just replay or get worse the harder you try to get rid of them or distract yourself. But there's immediate relief as soon as Freddy enters your dream. Just his presence is comforting to you ^^

Imagine convincing Drayton to come to bed with you instead of back to work. It takes some convincing, but its no secret he likes you more then anyone else in the world- literally- and he gives in after a while. He gets back in, fully clothed, and delicately but purposefully gets in close so you can cuddle up to him, sayin 'just for a couple minutes okay??' very sternly, before he falls asleep to you stroking his surprisingly soft hair.

Imagine sitting on a bench in Bo's shop while he works, slowly just making your way through a roll of toilet paper there because you just couldn't bear to be away from him- even if he was paying little attention to you. Imagine him, though, taking a break eventually and standing between your legs, his hands warm on your thighs, to ask you how yer goin, doll?

Chucky's conscious of your illness and does not want to get it, but he'll sit out on the ground on the other side of your bedroom door and talk to you through it. Ask you if you're alive still, talk about whatever goes through his head just to hear you hum in acknowledgement, play 20 questions while he fiddles with a lighter... that kind of thing. And he'll also cook you some soup later (He's just an asshole- not an incompetent asshole).

[trashyslashers]

Hey, can I request killer reader who collects eyes from their victims x the Clown?

Also I hope you have a nice day!

Apologies this took so long, anon - I had to brush up on his lore because it's been awhile.

Hope you enjoy!

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【 Kenneth "Jeffrey Hawk" Chase | The Clown x Killer!Reader who collects the eyes of their victims 】

It's a hobby Jeffrey respects, regardless of what body part it is (though, in his mind, his finger collection will always be superior).

Hell, I can see Jeffrey feeling almost a little bit competitive. Who has the larger collection? The best variety? He isn't typically competitive, but the collecting of body parts was, prior to your arrival, his shtick.

It is, though, what piques his interest in you from the get go. He's good at observing; hell, he usually prefers to stay off to the side and observe as opposed to really doing much interacting, so he'll catch himself on occasion watching you from far off as you look over your collection.

Depending on your relationship (acquaintances? friends? partners?), I could see Jeff on occasion maybe, maybe, going out of his way to grab you a particularly nice looking eye from a Survivor if he's in the right mood and feeling generous. He typically doesn't like doing any more work than necessary, so seriously - it's a very sweet gesture of him. He knows how to be careful; a certain level of care is needed to properly remove a finger without potentially damaging it, and you might be surprised at how gentle and precise he can be.

Probably the only one in the Fog who'll really appreciate your collection, aside from maybe Danny or one or two others. Jeffrey is far from being a very talkative guy, but in a good mood he'll be fine listening to you tell him the story behind each eye or why that one in particular caught your eye.

I can see Jeffrey, well into your relationship (regardless of what type), perhaps even gifting you a surprisingly well cared for box for them. Polished, smooth wood that's pretty to look at in the light of the Killer's campfire, with a soft interior lining. He won't say where he got it from, but he knows that if you're anything like him, you'd prefer a proper way of storing your prizes.

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[fandom-go-round]

Which killer from dbd would have way to fun chasing they favourite survivor and have fun with them.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Torture, Implied Non Con, 

Trapper doesn’t like to chase as much as he likes to drive survivors where he wants them. Nothing is more fun for him than chasing someone into a trap, their scream covering up his own satisfied chuckle. He likes it even more when it’s you because your screams always sound the best. Evan loves to trap you and then sling you over his shoulder, not heading towards a hook. Maybe, if you’re good this time and suck him off, he’ll take the trap off your leg first.

Clown loves to see survivors scatter, gas curling into the lungs of unsuspecting prey. He likes you the most, watching as your hands glide between the pistons of a generator. The moment you start to cough he gets hard, trying to grab you as quickly as possible. He doesn’t know if he wants you to choke on his cock or have you jerk him off but he’ll figure it out once he catches you.

Ghostface loves the stalking the most. To watch people without them knowing is his biggest joy and he does everything he can to get away with it. He would have been devastated if he didn’t have his camera but things are a lot more interesting this way. He has an entire collection dedicated to you; everything from normal things to you hanging from hooks. The next time you’re hanging from a hook he might take his time with you; nothing looks better than you stretched out around him.

Michael prefers to watch before the chase, categorizing every move and slight of hand. He wants to predict his prey’s movements before they happen and he can only do that by watching. He never gets tired of you; your movements fascinate him and he has a hard time predicting what you’re going to do. His favorite thing to do is yank you through windows, pushing you against the wall to have his way from you.

[slashthedice]

Would you mind posting some headcanons for The Clown? NSFW if you would, probably some S/M just based off his character.

I told y’all I would supply more clown content eventually.

Kenneth definitely has some voyeuristic tendencies. He likes to watch you masturbate when you think no one is around. He wants to see the way your body reacts to your touch, and the look on your face when you cum.

He watches porn frequently from his little collection of VHS tapes. He likes to envision himself doing all those wonderfully awful things to you. He likes the thought of how you’d look all tied up with the rope chafing your soft skin. The thought of your flesh bulging form between the ropes and knots leaves his mouth watering.

He has a special blend of chemicals reserved just for his alone time with you. He loves when you’re high and giggling, completely out of it. He doesn’t mind if you’re out of it, in fact he prefers it. You’re much more compliant and he can try any and all of the things he has planned for you.

[semiweirdshipper]

A meme to explain how all of my slasher stories/drabbles go.

[your-goth-sis]

May I please request Jeffrey, Kazan and Max with a reader who is very affectionate yet shy/easily flustered? Thank you!

These killers are in need of actual affection and love. Thanks for the request! Sorry if they're occ I'm writing while sleep deprived.

Jeffrey Hawk

Blud is lowkey confused

He's in desperate need of love and affection, especially from you

Please give it to him?

If he hugs you back, and you get flustered / shy, he may get a little irritated

Why are you so shy? It's just him

Kazan Yamaoka

Bro's like so melty

He'd melt at your affection and shyness, his bloodlust settling once he feels your arms around him

He thinks you getting flustered is the cutest thing???? Like real

Max Thompson Jr

Blud will break down and cry once he receives your affection

You're just the purest and most precious thing in his life atp

The light in his life tbh

Your shyness is a cute bonus

[miss-mori]

Can I get uhhhhhhhh, hcs for Bubba, Kenneth n Brahms with a clingy and handsy S/O. They love having their hands all over their boys as much as possible, ESPECIALLY with the plush middles. Even going as far as sneaking grabs and embraces at the most inopportune times. (ie murder)

You absolutely can!! I hope you enjoy <3

Bubba

Bubba absolutely adores that you love clinging and hugging on him as much as he does you.

As far as Bubba is concerned, any time is cuddle time!

Unless he’s working!! He’s so worried that you might get hurt!! He loves your hugs and cuddles but your safety comes first!!! Not only are his tools dangerous but he can’t predict what the meat will do! cuddles come later.

If he has to deny physical affection from you he’ll always come to find you as soon as he’s finished with work. He feels so bad telling you no so he’ll try to give you extra love now!

Bubba loves when you give a little extra attention to his tummy it makes him feel more confident about it!!

Kenneth

I’d say he’s the only one who leans more towards “tolerating” the clinginess. He still loves it, he’s just a busy man. Places to go, people to kill, fingers to collect.

He might let you convince him into a cuddle while he’s working if his victim is sufficiently bound, gagged, and drugged.

However, he prefers saving your loving embrace for a reward after he’s successfully finished his work.

Kenneth is definitely more receptive and even reciprocates when he hasn’t chosen a victim, but once he has his eyes set on someone he’s all business.

Brahms

Brahms wants you all to himself, he’s very opposed to other people in his home with you both, so you have all of his attention.

This is possibly the neediest boy on earth, he will gladly embrace almost any type of affection you want to give him.

Just like with Bubba, any time is cuddle time. The difference is Brahms has no obligations other than receiving attention from you.

Bedtime cuddles are a must!!

There are very rarely times when Brahms doesn’t want you to touch him, but if he decides he’s too preoccupied with something to divide his attention he will absolutely sass you and be a brat about it.

He doesn’t mind extra tummy attention, just absolutely no tickles!! He will pout for what seems like forever if you tickle him. He’s very particular.

[roguesandsaviors]

Negan Drabble

Another request for @anna-hawk , who this time gave me the freedom to do any character. I debated Gabriel from Good Omens, Cable from Deadpool, and Brock Rumlow from the MCU. In the end, went for Negan, since she had requested one previously for him. This is a little continuation of that previous drabble. The prompt was from the kisses list and it was #24, kisses for a cover.

You could have groaned, fighting the urge to throw your phone against the wall. You loved Lori Grimes but the woman was going to be the death of you. Both she and Rick seemed to think that they needed to find you someone to be with after a few miserable failed attempts on your own. Their choices had been even worse. Where they dredged up these so-called suitors was beyond you but you knew that you had to do something to get out of the upcoming dinner and quick. There was no chance that you were sitting through another stifling evening next to someone who would have no interest in anything you had an interest in.

You didn't know what to do about it. There wasn't a lot of time for you to get it sorted out and it wasn't like you had anyone you could call. There was an instant where you debated texting Negan. The problem was he was already busy tonight. Between a rock and a hard place, you couldn't take an illness. There wasn't any much that you could really do, as annoying as it was. With that in mind, you decided to move to get yourself ready for the evening.

Sitting at the bar, waiting for the other two to arrive, you were already helping yourself to a drink. It was what was going to help get you through this evening. You loved your friends dearly but sometimes their intentions, while good, were sorely misplaced. Nursing the drink, you tried not to let your misery show too much on your face, not needing anyone to say anything to you and risk having an issue with your friends.

"Y/N, I thought you were having dinner with the Grimes tonight." That was Negan's voice. Glancing up, you found yourself smiling despite the upcoming situation that you were stuck facing.

"And I thought you were busy out tonight, not at the local bar," you quipped back. He settled into the seat beside you.

"This don't look busy to you? I'm real fucking swamped right now." He chuckled and it brought a laugh out of you. "Date ended up standing me up but figured that I wouldn't waste the trip to the bar and enjoy some drinks. You meeting up with them here for dinner?" You nodded, sipping your drink.

"Yeah, and Lori has found me another one."

"Oh Christ. Is she ever going to quit?" Negan got himself a little more comfortable, leaning against the bar top, body angled towards yours.

"No, it doesn't seem like it. Hence," you lifted the drink. "I don't know what she is thinking when she picks them out. I mean, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the effort and what she is trying to do for me." It was a discussion that you had with him before, generally with a couple drinks or after a particularly horrendous blind date.

"Shit, I'm sorry sweetheart." He shook his head and rubbed at his chin for a moment. You cocked a brow in silent question but weren't able to say any more when there was a call of your name. That would be Rick and Lori. You shifted to get up, ready to give Negan a smile and a goodbye when you were pulled closer to him and into a surprise kiss. Caught completely off guard, you didn't do anything to fight against it. When Negan pulled back, he gave a wink. "Go with it."

"Y/N!" You jumped at the shout of your name and looked towards Negan. "Damn doll. You here with me at all?" He laughed as he moved to sit with you, Brutus at his heels and Carl following. You had all been playing out in the snow, the big goof of a dog loving to chase and catch snowballs while you were watching Carl for the Grimes. Seeing Negan play with the dog had started you on thoughts on how the relationship with your husband, at least the romantic aspect of it, had begun.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm here." You leaned over and kissed his cheek, realizing just how cold it was. That meant that you were going to need to get Carl inside and warmed up. "Just a little lost in thought is all." You promised him before turning to Carl, offering some hot chocolate to head inside. Negan wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close as you moved inside, choosing not to press what you had been thinking about. If it hadn't been for Rick and Lori in the end, you likely wouldn't have ended up with Negan, so in their own way, they did help tremendously.

[dweetwise]

I'm hollering at these dummy thicc incidents with the reader and the killers, would Herman tell the others of these incidents or Pyramid Head would do sharades/sign language of how thicc the reader is and now every trial thicc!reader is in is now filled with constant teasing or flirting/wolf whistles from the killers?

[eyy thanks for the prompt! i wasn’t sure where to go with it and it ended up pretty weird, but here it is anyway!]

warning: although it’s portrayed in a light-hearted manner reader does technically get sexually harassed in this, so anyone who’s uncomfortable with it might want to skip this one

Killer thirst: Pyramid Head X dummy thicc reader /X various killers (crack)

“What the hell is wrong with your buddies lately!?” you complain to Pyramid Head. Ever since the two of your started officially dating, the others killers have been shamelessly thirsting after you in trials. The pyramid tilts in a question and he grunts inquisitively. ‘What did they do?’

“Where do I even begin?” you sigh in annoyance.

It started when you were minding your own business, peacefully working on a generator. There had been no sign of the killer and you were just starting to zone out in a daydream about muscular thighs covered by an apron, when you heard a nearly inaudible click. You’d glanced around in confusion before spotting Ghostface laying prone on the ground behind you, camera pointing up at your backside and taking photos of your ass from a lewd angle. The killer chuckled at having been caught as you took off in a sprint, but not before angrily kicking the camera from his hands.

The next trial, you were up on a hook and decided to attempt escape. You reached up to the hook, trying to pull your body weight up, back arching in effort and breasts jiggling from your heaving breath — when you heard a fucking wolf whistle. The killer, the Legion boy with a bandana, was looking at your efforts, leaning cockily against a nearby tree. “What the hell do you want?” you spat, glaring at the teen while still trying to struggle from the hook. The killer shook his head in amusement before doing a crude gesture with his hands, making you falter in surprise and your grip on the hook slip. What a brat!

You’d barely had any time to complain about the two masked killers to your friends, before you were whisked away and to a trial where you’d had to deal with the Clown. “Don’t run, pussycat! Come on over and give daddy some sugar! HUEHUEHUEUGGHH COUGH COUGH!!” The killer had been even more disgusting than usual, yelling obscenities while tunneling and camping you for all five gens. You found yourself almost missing the gross wheezing and coughing the killer normally did, as it was much preferable to whatever the hell this was.

When you’d faced Deathslinger the next trial, you almost already expected an inappropriate comment when he found you first. But he just chased and downed you normally—huh. “Gotta love a gal with some meat on ‘er bones,” the killer finally drawled when picking you up on his shoulder, hands squeezing your love handles. Ah. He just waited for the right moment. When the cowboy hoisted you up on a hook, he’d leaned closer than necessary, muttering a suggestive “Lemme know if yer ever itchin’ fer a ride,” in your ear before leaving to hunt your friends.

When you faced Freddy, you were already prepared for your inevitable doom. Sure enough, soon the perv had you slugged and was standing over you, looking awfully smug. “I’m you boyfriend now, honey cheeks,” he’d chuckled menacingly. “Not even close,” you argued, rolling your eyes. This crispy bacon twink didn’t stand a chance against your real boyfriend, buff as all hell and delightfully mischievous. You sighed happily at your daydream, tuning out Freddy’s incel monologue in the background. Soon enough, the last gen got done and you were up and running with adrenaline, leaving Freddy to bite the dust.

Your next trial was the Pig, and you’d felt elated. Finally a female killer! Your joy was short-lived though, as you were soon cursing out the Jigsaw boxes with a beeping reverse bear trap on your head. When you cut yourself on the damn thing again and had to remove your hands to start over, there was an unmistakable flick of a switchblade before you felt a warm, soft body pressing up against your back and a heartbeat blaring in your ears. “Let me help you with that,” the killer had purred in your ear, voice muffled by her mask. “Wouldn’t want to ruin such a pretty face,” she said, running a finger down your cheek. With her so close, the timer had paused and you were able to search the last box without the threat of your head getting split in half, which you could sort of appreciate.

The last trial you had was with Myers. Surely the taciturn killer would stick to killing you? It always seemed like his only interest in life was murder. He was running his no heartbeat build, which, not ideal but you’d take what you could get. It made you jumpy as hell and, wouldn’t you know it, the next corner you rounded he was standing right there and you nearly bumped into him. Myers raised his hand and you prepared for the stab — when he decided to grab your boob instead. You both froze and you should probably have been offended, but the way his hand just awkwardly rested on your breast was not sexual in the slightest. He tilted his head, giving the flesh a slight squeeze that made you squeak in surprise and goddamnit you were not above slapping him — when Myers recoiled away in disgust and did a complete 180, smacking face first into the wall in his haste to get away from you.

“That’s what happened!” you end your story, crossing your arms and looking at Pyramid Head demandingly. “So, do you have something to say? It seems awfully convenient they decided to perv on me as soon as we made this official!”

The pyramid turns away in shame.

“Babe. What. Did. You. Do,” you try again. There’s a sigh. And then he whistles and makes an hourglass shape with his hands. And then, to your mortification, he does an air thrust.

“Oh my God,” you mumble, burying your face in your hands in shame. Great, he told all the killers about your... assets, and that you’re sleeping together. But why would they approach you and risk his wrath? Unless...

“Did you tell them we’re dating?” you ask. Pyramid Head snorts, and points at... his crotch. Wow, eloquent. “Yeah, you told them we’re fucking, congrats,” you snark, rolling your eyes. “I don’t think they know that we’re, y’know, exclusive. Because they, or at least some of them, weren’t just teasing. They were definitely, uh. Propositioning me,” you clarify.

He’s silent but you can feel him tense up. Then he hums, demanding. ‘Which ones?’

“Uh. The cowboy at least. And that one Legion — actually, you know what, they were all really fucking out of line and need a stern talking to. Err, gesturing to,” you tell him.

To your surprise, he doesn’t just snort and keep cuddling you. He stands up, placing you gently back on your feet before squaring his shoulders and drawing his sword out of the ground, a dark energy radiating off him.

“... You’re not planning on talking, are you?” you ask warily. Not that you particularly care about the well-being of the killers who have murdered you countless time. If anything, it’s kind of hot that Pyramid Head wants to defend your honor like this.

He chuckles darkly, giving your shoulder an encouraging squeeze. ‘Let me handle this’. You watch your boyfriend leave to go find his friends, sword dragging ominously behind him.

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Request Rules

I will try to be as simple as I can about this ^^

These are requests; not commissions

I only ask that you please keep requests as vague as possible when it comes to the reader. My goal is to try and make every fic as neutral as possible so mostly everybody is able to put themselves in the situation at hand. If you would like something specifically catered for you then please ask about commissions/special requests.

BUT! I would prefer something other than "HCs for [X]" because at that point I don't know what you want ^^'

I would appreciate if a prompt is what you ask for, give me a story to write you. (I'll accept something like a reader who is clingy, has glasses, etc., but not a reader with specific hair color, body type, etc.)

That means that every reader I write for is gender neutral and I will provide no description for any of them UNLESS the sitution really calls for it(but thankfully I find my way around things).

The only non-gender neutral part would be in NSFW fics where I will typically write a reader with female genitalia. However, you can always request for the opposite(the reader will be gender neutral no matter what)

Characters I will NOT write for(sorry I have my personal reasons and it's really because these characters make me uncomfortable):

Freddy Krueger

Anybody from TCM

Kenneth Chase/Jeffrey Hawk (The Clown)

Ji Woon Hak (Trickster)

Billy Lenz

Characters I will not write for romantically/sexually because they're underaged(so you can request them but platonically please)

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

The Entirety of the Legion

Things I will NOT write:

Dub Con + Non Con + Assault

Match Ups

Incest

Minors as can be seen previously

Specific readers as can be seen previously

Nothing discriminatory

Things that kind of lead into yandere territory(I know I know, these are KILLERS we're talking about but there is a limit even then)

Cheating (UNLESS it's about a character that is not the reader or character in question)

Abuse (UNLESS it's brief mention of something in the past, or anything that does not involve the character in question doing so to the reader and vice versa)

Abortion + Child Birth (Pregnancy + Parent Scenarios are okay!)

I mostly just wanted to detail what I will not be writing for and I'd rather not annoy with what I will do because I'm pretty open to anything that does not have to do with these things. If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask, I don't bite! But the slashers might~