#jesse chromeans x you

[the-faceless-bride]

Pretty piggy in a cage...

Summary➡ Being Asa's newest and precious little butterfly, he feels the need to show his good friend Jesse... Only things quickly backfire as Jesse takes interest in his friend's little piggy...

Tags: @gothmothsiren @frostbitefae @wallywaffle @brwnicons

Warnings: Dark Content, sexual implications, Objectification, infantilization, marking, forced touching, forced kissing, body horror, some violence to reader, kidnapping, name calling, mentions of cannibalism, attempts of escape, Starvation, reader is described as having long hair at least shoulder length

You put yourself in his box. You had nothing left, nothing but the money you had saved, the clothes on your back, and those sweet eyes the strange Masked man seemed to enjoy so much.

You have never seen his face, and you honestly didn't care. All you knew was when he saw you he held your face in such a gentle manner, his gloved hand was gentle and held you softer than anyone ever had. His blacked-out eyes just stared into yours with such an enamored and curious look like you were the only thing in this world he wanted.

So when he picked you up and tried to lower you into the red box you didn't struggle, you tucked yourself into the box curling into yourself as much as you could to fit as comfortably as you could.

He seemed to enjoy that, he patted your head before stroking down to your cheek before slowly closing the box.

And once the box reopened, he held your shoulder moving you around the broken-down building that looked like it used to be a hotel.

The art around the building was... Interesting, the more you looked at it the more the stranger rubbed your shoulder. And once he lead you through a hall full of pounding locked doors, yelling, and people in cages the stranger held you to his chest.

He brought you into a bathroom and sat you on the plush pink stool. He picked up a soft-bristled brush and carefully brushed your hair, you sat there for a long time before he stopped and moved to open a wooden box painted with butterflies and lined with gems, pulling out pink and blue ribbons, sectioning your hair before trying the ribbons, looking at you in the mirror before reaching back into the wooden box and pulling out a gloss; squishing your cheeks making your lips pucker before smearing the glittery pink gloss across your lips.

He admired you for a moment before pulling a knife from a holder on his waist and using it to slice down your clothes, your shirt was first; he pulled the shirt off your shoulders from your front your best exposed to the cold air, you closed your eyes feeling the strangers gloved hands felt below your chest and felt around your ribs before moving to your hips and ripping your pants.

The strange man put you in a soft white dress, it fell to your knees in layers, a silk ribbon in the middle of your chest, soft long puffed sleeves felt smooth along your arms.

You hang your head as he presses what you think is a kiss you the side of your temple, putting a gloved hand on the small of your back and leading you through the building, he had to guide you around to not step in a trap or get glass stuck in your bare foot.

He picked you up, carrying you up the long flights of stairs before opening a heavily bolted metal door that had hanging flowers around the door; some were dead, and others seemed fake.

Upon entering the room, a large bed covered in ruffled sheets and fluffy pillows, a sheer curtain of some kind hung around the tall wooden frames around the bed. A pink fluffy carpet was placed on the oddly clean floor, the vanity mirror had a single crack running through it, and the large dresser doors were open exposing the hanging frilly dresses similar to the one you were currently wearing.

You're his butterfly; the pretty little thing he likes to observe and touches with such soft hands, showed off to the others who could only wish not to be in chains like you, to be able to wander around, to be able to speak without being beaten.

One day he seemed extra touchy with you, he put in extra effort to make you look the way he wanted perfect you didn't know what you had done to deserve the extra treatment but it was better than what anyone else was getting in this depressing hotel.

He braided your hair; intricately placing flowers in it, he put you in a bodysuit made of silk that showed more of your chest, around your waist he tied a wispy skirt that reached the floor; it was slightly sheer and also had flowers embroidered giving it a very whimsical look, finally, he actually put you in shoes; they seemed like warn down ballerina shoes, elegant and gold the flowers were delicate.

After giving you one last look before running a hand down your neck moving in close and pressing his masked nose to your hair taking a long breath.

He placed you back in your room, sitting you down on the fluffy rug and making a 'stay' motion before leaving the room; you didn't know how long he was gone for, but when he came back he wasn't alone...

A man walked in with him, he was tall very tall...strong and wore a sharp black suit, and a chrome skull mask.

The chrome stranger looked to the man who kept you in this room, getting a single nod from your kidnapper and he started moving towards you; you whimpered and slightly moved back, but when the black-masked man hushed you and the chrome stranger reached out to you, his hand ghosting over your braided hair moving to brush a finger under your eyelids and moving to your neck giving a small squeeze before continuing his journey, gloved hand moving down your chest across your stomach to your legs squeezing your inner thigh.

He was inspecting you...

He caught you by surprise when he lifted his finger to your nose and gave it a little flick before teasingly pitching your cheek.

What a pretty little piggy. What a Fine Catch Asa Found; Jesse thought. Looking up at him with those sweet pretty eyes of yours. Almost tempted to think of you as less of a piggy and more of a doe... A sweet fawn. Jesse stopped squeezing your cheek and moved behind you leaning to push his mask against your soft hair. What a sweet thing.

Asa and Jesse both take one of your hands and take you out into a separate area you've never been to before. The room had two comfy-looking chairs, plane walls, and a small fluffy 'rug' just to the right of one of the chairs, the room also had something you found interesting. It had camera monitors, and you really wish you could just look away.

The horrors of what you saw.

You knew to some degree that there were poor souls in this place and that something terrible was happening to them. But you couldn't imagine what was on the screens. Rows and rows of people that... Weren't even people anymore... Monsters. Real-life horror movie monsters. Body's mutilated some with multiple limbs, some blind, some with jaws broken and modified to be long and odd-shaped, some of them seemed to be in a room with other monsters and they were... Eating each other.. God. What is this place? Why? Why was this something that never crossed your mind before.? Was... Was this going to happen to you?... Was this his plan? Will this happen to you when he gets bored of you?!

You slowly sat on the small rug where you were told, your eyes never leaving the monsters on the screen.

The two masked men were signing at each other, communicating about something. You couldn't understand them, but you truly couldn't care.

And you felt an itch. An itch to run. An itch to get away. Not wanting to be the next monster...

You would've been fine... You could've ignored the itch... If it wasn't for that one moment. Where one of the monsters that was cannibalizing the other turned. And look right into the camera.... Right.

At.

You.

And you ran. And you seemed to catch both men off guard. As they had yet to catch you.

That monster... That thing...

The blood fell from its odd crooked mouth. It's red bloodshot eyes staring at you.

And it only got worse.

Along the walls of the hotel, bodies ripped open. Displayed like art. No. No. No. Please. You don't want this. You just wanted to be taken away from the mean world. And now you were stuck in an even crueler one.

Loud footsteps could be heard down the halls, you look and your eyes meet the ones of the masked man. The one who took you... The Master...

You started hyperventilating as you tripped over your own feet. One of your feet getting locked in a trap. You let out a yelp of pain. Almost sounding like a kicked puppy, as you fell to the hard cold ground.

You try and yank your foot out, but that only makes the trap worse. Making you cry out. The skull masked on being the tallest and taking the longest strides gets to you first. Shaking his head and wagging his finger at you in a moving way, before giving you a little tap, bad.

You shink in on yourself. "please. Don't let the monsters get me. Don't let me be one of them..." You whimper into his shoulder. he brushes your hair from your face. And uses his loose hand to unlock the trap.

Asa truly was a lucky man. A lucky man indeed... He wouldn't mind if he... Borrowed you... For a while would he? Of course not. What else are friends for? Right?

[xxyourlittleangelz]

hi! i just recently found your blog and i love it! i love the cute and happy vibes i get from you and your writings are so good, i saw your requests are open and was wondering if i could put in a request? this is completely self indulgent and you totally don’t have to do it but can i request Michael, Jason, and Jesse Cromeans with a ballerina s/o?

💜BABY IM SO SORRY! I GOT CAUGHT UP WITH WORK!💜

💜This request is so cute though! Also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING THAT! I don't get nice things in my inbox 🥹 anyways! On to you're adorable request!💜

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Micheal💜:💜Firstly he doesn't seem all that interested BUT!💜

💜He is!💜

💜Although Mikey wouldn't partake in it that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the work that goes into it!💜

💜He knows how tired you can get from practice so he tried his best to keep the house clean and tidy!💜

💜If you ever have a show Michael will be there- just hidden!💜

💜micheal likes to find ballerina-themed things for you!💜

💜if you practice at home Mikey will happily watch!💜

💜does getting a little jealous when he knows others get to see you perform!💜

💜He really does enjoy the art!💜

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Jesse💜: 💜Jess loves it!💜

💜He buys you fancy tutus (excuse me if that's not the proper wording!)💜

💜Really likes if you can wear ribbons in you're hair💜

💜He definitely shows up to every performance!💜

💜Brings you flowers as well!💜

💜he even got you a ballerina jewelry box!💜

💜Really likes to make-out after practice/ performances💜

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Jason💜: 💜Awww Jason loves it!💜

💜He thinks it's so sweet and cute!💜

💜Even if you can't perform in front of others jay will happily sit and cheer you on!💜

💜If you're lucky you might even convince him to dance with you!💜

💜He also thinks it's very angelic the way you move so he is in awe!💜

💜After practice he'll give you a soft kiss on the cheek for a job well done!💜

[loveandmurders]

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

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

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

Gender neutral reader and no physical description.

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

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he would see you, on the ground.

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

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

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

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

You would be shocked to understand who your boyfriends were.

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

And of course you did.

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

Thomas Hewitt 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He would be paranoid and even more overprotective after that.

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

Michael Myers (RZ)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vincent Sinclair

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vincent would know better than panicking or going insane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bo Sinclair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ChromeSkull

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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@feathery-ass​

[brwnicons]

Maybe some Asa,Jesse and Bo( if you write for him) maybe being soft around their so? Like some sleepy boys needing cuddles or something like that

☆ Soft boys one-shots!!! Soft boys one-shots!!! I had so much fun writing this, I really hope you like it <3 ☆

Soft One-Shots

-> Includes: Jesse and Asa (separately)

-> Summary: I know they're ooc but I couldn't give less, One Shot, Reader's gender is not specified, FLUFF, long post.

-> Warnings / Triggers:

[Jesse] None

[Asa] Blood, alcohol (antiseptic), wounds, mentions of killing

Please tell me if you find any mistake

Jesse

• Once you've win his love, this man is a gigantic teddy bear. Do I look like I care he kills??, He gives the best hugs and you can't change my mind.

Jesse often needs reassurance and support because of his face issues. As he once explained you, it's "something you never get used to it".

So, in these grey days were he tends to spend all of his time inside his office, without even letting you enter with the excuse that "He is very occupied"; what he needs the most is your speciality, a self-care-and-love-your-man-day!

You approached his office with stealth steps and peeked through the half-closed door. You could see Jesse handling some paperwork and signing some others with slow movements and while leaving ocasional sighs.

His face was covered with his infamous chrome mask all while he was working and it weren't be that suspicious, if it wasn't because of the fact that he never wears that mask around you and that you know that he likes to avoid problems by focusing on work. Too much coincidence to have both at the same time.

Suddenly, your hear a metal sound that brings you back to reality and as you lift your eyes, you see that he has dropped his pen and that now is you being watched. 'What do you want. It's the third time already' he signs while the shiny mask makes "eye" contact with you.

You inhale deeply and enter the room, decided to confront him.

"I know you're feeling down and I just want to help, please"

'I'm perfectly fine. Now, go back to whatever you were doing before deciding to spy me'

You hesitated but approached his desk with your fists clenched. "What is wrong with you, Jesse?! You can't just keep pushing me away because I'm definetly not leaving!" You shouted as your fists met the table in a dry slam. "I love you and I care about you, now tell me what's wrong or I'll be the worst pain in the ass for you, big man" you tried to threat by lowering your tone, but to his sight you still were as adorable and small as always.

He sighed in defeat and moved away his paperwork in case you wanted to sit on his ebony desk.

Instead, you surrounded the table and got next to him. You lifted your hand to caress his exposed skin and whispered, "What's wrong?"

He reached to his mask and, after another sigh, he took it off. You were happy to see his face again but it soon turned to concern as you saw his sad expression.

'Don't lie to me, Y/N, how can you love someone like this?'  He signed without breaking eye contact.

You brought both hands to his scarred cheeks and caressed his face with a sad smile. Then, you led him to a soft kiss and hugged him tightly.

"If by this you mean romantic, charismatic, intelligent, hardworking, sweet and definetly a perfect lover, I swear it's kind of hard to resist" you laughed softly while leaving little pecks around his face.

He scoffed like a kid who just was told by his mother that he's the prettiest boy in the world. However, he hugged you tightly and let his head rest on your chest, allowing himself ti just enjoy the moment with his favourite person.

Asa

• Much to your dismay, waking up next to Asa is something that doesn't happen everyday and, when it does, there is something is wrong.

The warm rays of sun caressed your cheeks and caused your dreams to disperse like smoke being blown away. You clenched your eyes and grunted softly at the light hitting you as you turned to your side in an effort of hiding away of it.

But you soon opened your eyes suddenly when you didn't felt the other side of the bed cold and as your hand accidentally met with an unexpected body. You quickly got up and stood on the bed, sat on your knees. Your hand reached for the man sleeping next to you and you touched his shoulder hesitantly.

"Asa? Are you alright?" You asked softly as you approached your face to his to examine it. You knew that he was awake since he had left some sighs and grunts when you touched him.

"Yes, Bug, go back to sleep" He answered curtly with a deep, morning voice. He turned his head and his eyes now looked hardly at you as a bothered frown told you that he didn't want to be disturbed.

You muttered a low apology and looked down worried, but on the way to your lap your eyes caught it: the white sheets around his legs had stains tinted in crimson red.

Your eyes got wider and you were quick to grab the sheets and draw them aside as your worry growed higher.

Your sight met with Asa's bare legs, which were covered in multiple bandages and gauzes.

"One of my pets tried to fight back", he read your anxious eyes and was fast to start just before you could yell at him for his irresponsibility, "Tonight was a very long night and it was late when I arrived. I didn't want to disturb you with my dumb issues".

You couldn't believe it. He trusted enough to tell you about his work but not when he was injured?!

You breathed deeply as you closed your eyes to try to calm yourself down. Once you had your mind clearer, you moved your head closer to the dirty and soaked bandages and examine them. "Don't you fucking dare to move, Asa" You stated firmly and just with a quick glare to your eyes, Asa could check that it wouldn't be clever to disobey you.

"I'm going to get some clean bandages, I'll be right back" And with that and a fierce glare that pierced the Collector himself, you jumped off the bed and headed to the bathroom. He knew he couldn't argue with you and win, so he gave up and with a sigh, he laid looking at the wooden ceiling above him.

After a while you came back carrying a stack of clean towels, alcohol and a bunch of cotton and bandages.

Asa looked at you and arched an eyebrow, "Do you even know what to do, Bug?", he asked reluctantly. You never attended his wounds since he was strong enough to face his most aggressive pets and his wounds are usually minimum (though you confront him anyways), so he always tends to return home clean and nice.

You ignored his words and began to work, it wasn't very clever to mess with the one who handled the alcohol bottle so you could have your revenge later.

You started with the nastier bandages, carefully retiring them before cleaning the wound below with little touches of alcohol soaked cotton. It was painful, but Asa have a high pain tolerance so he could allow himself to watch you work and toss a couple of grunts.

His eyes were fixed on you and your agile hands. Your focused expression was indeed one of his favorites and the way you treated him with so much love and care made him completely forget the pain.

Of course, you seemed like you were no professional and he could have limped to the bathroom and cleaned himself alone but he was to tired to argue now and seeing your tongue lightly sticking out as you focused on your work it was totally worth the experience.

He chuckled at his own thoughts and you stopped your work to look at him, "Are you laughing at me?", you asked bothered though partly embarrased too.

"Of course not, but you look too cute when focused".

You clenched the soaked cotton in your hand and frowned more to hide the heat that creeped to your face and probably already revealed your embarrassment.

You lowered your face and continued working, now a bit less careful, as you mumbled nonstop. Asa could only understand a couple of things like "I'm still mad at you for being so irresponsible", "I find you bleeding in my bed, I attend your wounds and you choose to call me cute" and occassionally a "I'll end up killing you someday".

Asa could just suppress a chuckle and let you work.

Cleaning the wounds turned repetitive to you, so once you got on track you ended up finishing in a blink of eye. When you had everything clean, you took the dirty bandages to a near trash can and thrown them away among the used cotton.

Then, you carefully took the now red tinted towels and took them away after cleaning carefully Asa's body with another.

When everything was perfect, you stood up before your finished work and smiled proudly.

"Not bad at all, Bug. You have exceeded my expectations".

"Not bad at all?" you asked offended. "Why didn't you change them yourself then, uh?" You asked him as you approached the bed and sat next to him with crossed arms.

"I was too tired. Also, it's painful to move and I didn't want to leave a blood trail either", he confessed as he adjusted his head position so he could lay it on your lap. "But I didn't think you would like or even be interested in taking care of it, so I thought I could just resist with them until the wounds healed"

You looked down at him with worried eyes as you patted his hair softly. "Why wouldn't I be interested in helping you? I love you Asa, and that's what partners do, they help eachother", you answered with a hint of sadness in your voice.

He looked up at your eyes with a straight face and furrowed eyebrows as if he were analyzing your expression. You began growing uncomfortable and even thought you said something wrong but, after a while, he looked away and sighed as he leant in your gentle touch.

"You really are the best thing that has happened to me, but don't you dare make me say corny things again or I'll kill you"

You giggled at the obvious lie in his words and kissed his forehead tenderly, "Oh, I'm so scared, Mr Collector" you mocked him as you peppered his face with sweet kisses and he could do no more than to throw grunts. Maybe it wasn't so bad to just surrender.

[hooman4ever]

I was wondering if you would do hc's about if our slasher bois were asked by their s/o to mercy kill them due to them being terminally ill or getting gravely injured? I had this idea but held off. Idk why it's been in my head lol

Sorry this took so long to get done!

Contains: Sick Reader, Hurt Reader, Begging to Be Killed, Lightly Edited, Might be OOC, Gender Ambiguous Reader

Jesse |Chromeskull|

Jesse was confused at first. He’s never been begged to kill someone before.

You intrigue him and he finds himself staring at you for a moment too long, his knife held in the air just inches from you.

“Why?” he types on his phone holding to you with a hand in your hair. Was this some kind of ploy? Something to distract him?

“I’m dying anyway.” that took him aback, you sounded so sincere, and you looked so sad.

At first, he was relieved. Good, he could get this done quickly.

Jesse couldn’t do it though. In the end, he ended up stealing you away from the world.

After all, it’s been a while since he’s had a pet and you seemed like the perfect candidate.

Jesse was a man that has seen many things. Many gruesome and unforgiving horrors in the night, most inflicted by his own two gloved hands. Jesse wasn’t one to hesitate. He was quick and efficient in his work never faltering.

Yet as you gazed up at him, eyes shining with so much pain and suffering, he stilled. Only for a moment before your next words had the man pulling his mobile from his pocket. “Please,” you had said from where you sit. A pool of red dripping from the gash in your side. “Please, make it end.”

It was a pathetic gut-churning sight, your pleading. Had it been any other day, any other conditions Jesse wouldn’t have hesitated in fulfilling your request. Today though, he pulled out his phone typing in the simple question that would set you on a long drawn-out path filled with twisted love given to you from your assailant turned savior, Jesse.

Michael Myers

“What’s this?”

At first, Michael would be confused and then angry. Were you messing with him? You thought you could catch him off guard with such a stupid distraction. No one wants to die, right?

He swung his knife down at you and stopped inched from your face when you closed your eyes and relaxed.

Boring was the first word to come to Michael’s mind. There was no joy for him when it came to killing someone who couldn’t or refused to defend themself.

He would leave you alive and alone that day. If you survived and saw the man again he would disregard you unless you approached him.

After a while, though curiosity would get the better of him and Michael would end up going back to your home. He wouldn’t attempt anything unless you did first. Michael would simply watch you (as long as raid your fridge, the little shit.)

As long as you didn’t get in Michael’s way he would make no further attempt to kill you.

You were so utterly boring.

Michael Myers was disappointed as he held the intimidating kitchen knife inches from your face. No fear flashed behind your eyes, instead, something akin to relief was what greeted Michael.

He had followed a few drunken teens into your home late at night. They were obviously drunk and breaking in. Not a good combination in Haddonfield, especially with a curious killer on the loose. Funny enough Michael had practically saved you from the teens filled with ill-intent that night before coming for your head.

The killer had caught you at a bad time. You were hunched over– lungs heaving as you coughed into your hand. Red was the first thing that had captured Michael’s attention when you pulled your hand from your mouth. Blood was staining your palm as well as the corner of your mouth.

That night you had stared up at the man begging him to end you. Too scared to do it yourself you had admitted through a weak smile.

Michael had left you there disappointed and slowly dying. The Shape didn’t stray from you for long, it seemed that the smell of death acted as a magnet to the killer, and before either of you knew it the man was beside you again. Staring at you with a tilted head as you lay in your bed watching him back.

Bo Sinclair

He would bark out a laugh. “What’s this now?” gun tucked under your chin “Wan’ me to kill ya?” once you nod your head he’s smiling “Gladly–”

While he was sure you were pulling his leg as many others have done before thinking they could catch the man off guard or win him over with sympathy. Once he pulled the trigger on the rifle and you didn’t flinch only closing your eyes he scowled.

Will blow up on you, ranting about “How fuckin’ dumb can ya be!” while dragging you to your feet and trying to make you run from him “Save yer sorry fuckin’ ass!” he will get mad that you weren’t trying to live.

He’ll end up locking you away somewhere funny enough as he tries to figure out what he wants to do with you.

Bo knows he will get no satisfaction out of killing you so what’s the point. He can’t let you leave however so locking you away in Ambrose seemed like the next best option.

“What?” Bo breathed out. His look of pure ecstasy as he reminisced in the feeling of blood coating his hands quickly turned to a scowl. “Please, just shoot me, I’m not gonna last long as is.” Bo couldn’t believe his ears. You had ruined his day with your insolent pleading.

“Fine by me,” he spat out shoving the barrel of his rifle right between your brows a determined look on his face. You closed your eyes at the clicking of the gun– then nothing.

The rifle was empty. Bo knew it was.

Lester Sinclair

This man rarely has to actually kill a person as it is, but the situation where a tourist forces his hand has happened before. He’s used to the usual begging and sobbing but nothing could prepare him for you.

You had begged Lester, begged him to end your life.

That had him breaking. He couldn’t do it.

Lester will question you almost tearing up himself before taking you back to his home to hide you from his brothers. The man will feel conflicted about you, especially if you still beg after he has you safely locked inside his home.

“Please, just kill me.” your sobs were like glass cutting into Lester’s heart. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the feeling of ending one's life, but as he looked down at you he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t push his dull hunting knife through your chest.

You were so weak, so tired. It reminded him of his mother, how she had looked all dried up and miserable. Strapped down and used as a living ginny pig to his father's sick means of medicine. Lester couldn’t kill you now, nor ever.

With shaky hands the man latched onto your arms, his hands squeezing the flesh there as he dragged you to his car. Thankfully you didn’t protest, letting the man drag you along while stifling your coughs.

Vincent Sinclair

While Vincent would be warry he would see his mother in you and the way you had begged for death.

His own mother had done the same when her brain started deteriorating. She wanted to die as she was. Not as what she would become. Even then though, Vincent couldn’t do it. Bo on the other hand— could.

Vincent would hide you away feeding and caring for you despite your pleas for death. He wouldn’t let anyone touch you, much less his brothers.

“Sick dog,” Bo had called you “needed to be put down,” you couldn’t agree more. Vincent could though.

As time passes he will see you less as his mother your differences are too vast to ignore but it would be too late by then. Vincent was attached.

He knew you were going to die but he would try everything in his power to stop it.

Vincent had rushed away from the dining table that day leaving a disgruntled Lester and Bo behind. A spare bowl of food was nestled between his hands as the masked man walked. Making his down the stairs to the basement where you resided.

“Hey Viney,” you greeted him as soon as you heard his heavy footsteps. He nodded in return making his way next to you before setting down the hot food and helping you into a sitting position. As soon as you noticed the bowl your face fell “Not hungry,” you muttered looking away from the man in front of you. He was used to this.

Grabbing your face he gave you a pointed look. Begrudgingly you accepted the food eating slowly.

[the-slasher-files]

TRAINING DAY

KINKTOBER - SERVING OTHERS (SUPERVISED) - THE COLLECTOR & CHROMESKULL

I'm trying to catch up on a few prompts now that work is a little more settled and this was a fun one to write Asa and Jesse together with a gender neutral reader. Cnc implied and murder ... Hope you enjoy🔪💕

MASTERLIST

Footsteps thudded on the concrete floor waking you up, eyes blurry and head hazy as you tried to adjust to the light that had been turned on in the sterile room. Looking through the small hole in the red trunk as your body ached from being in one position for... hours? Days? You didn't know.

Squinting your eyes and trying to listen as the fear slowly grew inside you, there he was. Your captor, the man that made only nightmares and sick twisted desires come true. Grey slacks and perfectly polished leather boots came into view but then you heard another set of footsteps, heavier and in a different type of shoe. Dress shoes. You could tell by the way he stood next to your kidnapper that they knew each other, it seemed a little too well. This man was much taller and looked leaner but not much else you could tell as he walked out of view.

Breathing calmly you tried to make out the muffled voice of the new man but it was not a normal voice at all, it almost sounded electronic but the drugs or whatever sort of liquid that was pumped into you was making it seem like your head was in a fog, that was until the lock was opened and your weak body slumped out onto the cold unforgiving floor.

Seeing the men, both masked standing above you, one dawned a chrome mask in the shape of a skull as the other's you knew well, almost too much so as he looked at you with the reflective black eyes.

Your body began to tremble slightly watching them gaze over your naked body like hungry beasts and you thought for a moment, you only got let out of the box for a very few things and you swallowed the lump in your throat, it was train-

"It is training day, little b-"

"Piggy" Your captor began to speak clearly until he was cut off by the other man with the electronic voice, something you never dared to do and it made the collector growl but take a few steps back. "Don't be afraid"

The collector's words made you want to get on your knees as you were trained, moulded into what he wanted like one of his dogs but the man in the chrome skull mask made you hesitate once he bent down, tilting his head and taking two gloved fingers over your bruised lip. You couldn't see his eyes which made the fear grow more and more, he was a stranger and unreadable, you just hoped he wasn't as cruel.

The tall man moved up and looked like he quickly said something in sign language to your captor making him nod, snapping his head to you.

"Knees" The black-masked man spoke with a cruel voice of authority and quickly you did the command, not wanting to play with abilities especially with the stranger that sat in the old wooden chair towards the corner.

A new pain stung and the dull raw ache was set deep in your joints now that you had been released, your muscles spasmed in intervals but you tried desperately to be still, keeping your head hung down as you were taught but glancing over to the two men when you could quickly with your hands laid perfectly on your thighs.

"Crawl to him" You kidnapper spoke again firmly, making you jump a little in place but you would always do as you were told.

Getting on all fours with a small groan, your knees and palms tingled like sharp sparks, and slowly along the clean shining concrete you made your way thinking that this concrete will not be clean for so long, it never stayed that way. Your heart beat faster and faster, feeling like it took you forever until you were met with the expensive dress shoes and black-clad legs of the man in the chrome mask.

"Now, as I taught you..." The collector smoothly said as he appeared behind your naked and bruised body, running a cold gloved finger down your spine. "You know what will happen if you embarrass me, don't you"

He trailed off as you looked up at the man sitting in front of you, seeing that he was undoing his slacks and your eyes widened. This was a show for your kidnapper to see how good he trained you or maybe a trap for you to fall into if you made a mistake.

You were brought out of your thoughts by the sight of a massive serrated sliver blade in the taller man's gloved hand as his other pumped his cock. The collector's words rang through your head again and again, unsure of how he would like it but you had to try.

Smoothing your shaking hands on the man's thighs and sitting back on your ankles, slowly you looked into the black voids that were his eyes and swallowed down thickly. Taking his cock slowly into your one hand and moved closer to unfurl your tongue to lick from the base of his cock and to the tip, trying to hide the disgust of tasting his salty leaking tip and yet a desire burned hot in your core.

Taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the head, gently you began to suck, moving your head up and down but never leaving eye contact with the skull gazing down like the grim reaper. Hollowing out your cheeks he gave a low deep groan, tilting his head back and the electronic voice sounded again.

"What a good filthy mouth on this one" His words made your brow furrow only slightly until he bucked up into your mouth unexpectedly, forcing his cock into your throat as the other man watched and circled you two.

Tears stung in your eyes as you took his cock, gagging and sputtering as his groans and moans grew. Fisting his cock faster and faster to make up for what your mouth couldn't, that was all until you realized the knife was out of your sight and the looming chrome skull looked down at you.

A fast sharp pain turned searing in your throat and you tasted copper, hot thick uncontrolled liquid poured around the man's cock and flowed out of your mouth as you pulled back and grasped your throat. You couldn't breathe. All you could do was choke and claw at the knife that had been impaled in your throat, watching both masked men watch in sick amusement as you violently shook and tried to move back as the world faded away, begging it not to... but then away, it was better than being his experiment.

[nofoundboy]

HELLO THERE 👀

Masterlist

Ao3

(in ao3 I just work with my ships)

First:

I write only for male/nonbinary/gender non conforming readers. Transfem readers are welcome too if they want representation.

All the hcs and imagines and stuff are female and as a trans dude myself, I want to write for the ones who struggle to find things with male/gn pronouns.

If you're female I can't stop you to interact here but please, don't be disrespectful. This profile is a safe space for all the LGBTIQ+

Requests are: OPEN

Current Requests: 5

Kiss Prompt thing

Who I write for:

Slashers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Michael Myers

RZ Michael Myers

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Billy Lenz

Poly Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Mickey Altieri

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Jesse Chromeans (Chromeskull)

Leslie Vernon

Billy Chapman

Kurt Kunkle

Josef (Creep)

Pennywise (2017 version)

Norman Bates

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Martin (1977)

Ash Williams (I know he's not an slasher stfu)

Star Wars

Obi-wan Kenobi

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Lando Carlisian

Qui-Gon Jinn

Rey

Jynn Erso

Marvel

Peter Parker (any version)

Stephen Strange/Dr Strange

Otto Octavius

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

Bucky Barnes

Pietro Maximoff (any version)

Loki

Sylvie

Mantis

Deadpool

DC

Joker/Arthur Fleck

Joker (Heath Ledger)

Jerome Valeska

Edward Nygma/Nashton (any version)

Oswald Cobblepot (any version)

Jonathan Crane

Abner Krill (Polka Dot Man)

Harley Quinn

Barry Allen (Ezra Miller's, I didn't watch the show)

Ratcatcher 2

Bruce Wayne/Batman (any version)

Clark Kent/Superman (any version except Smallville one)

Other characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Eddie Munson

Beetlejuice

Dewey Riley

Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman

Hutch Mansell

Dewey Finn

Tommy Bomowski (Coach Boomer)

Jareth The Goblin King

Abe Sapiens

Jason Dean

Robert Van Helsing

Dennis Rafkin

Ships I write for

Zsaszmask

Vigilmaker

Nygmobblepot

Octogoblin

Lokius

Stuilly

Batjokes

Harlivy

Stucky

Jinnobi

Sambucky

Harkrill

Danbert

Spideypool

Josef x Aaron

Josef x Sara

What I write

Headcanons

One-shots

Fluff

Angst

Nsfw

What I don't write

Full fics (only one-shots and headcanons)

Incest

Omegaverse

P3d0phil14

Any bathroom kink.

[aetherisntemo]

Hiya! I'm Aether! I'm the owner of this account and I'm taking requests now! I'm genuinely excited about this! I've practiced a little and I feel confident in my writing skill to bring you some nice fanfiction about your favorite people! Before you request, here are the people and fandoms I write for as well as some stuff I will not write for.

Fandoms and the characters I write for!

~Slashers~

-Michael Myers

-Jason Voorhees

-Bubba Sawyer

-Thomas Hewitt

-Ghost face (Billy & Stu only)

-Billy Lenz

-Brahms Heelshire

-Jesse Chromeans (Jesse Chromeskull)

-Asa Emory (The collector)

-Bo Sinclair

-Vincent Sinclair

-Lester Sinclair 

-Norman Bates

-Hannibal Lecter (NBC version)

-Will Graham

-Tiffany Valentine

-Pinhead

-Pennywise

-Harry Warden

~Stranger Things~

-Eddie Munson

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley (X Female reader only)

-Argyle 

-Dustin Henderson

-Mike Wheeler

-Will Byers 

-Lucas Sinclair

-Max Mayfield

-Nancy Wheeler

-Johnathan Byers

~It~

All characters are from the 2019 version. Meaning they are adults.

-Richie Tozier

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Ben Hanscom

-Beverly Marsh

-Mike Hanlon

-Stan Uris

~Creepypasta~

-Eyeless Jack

-Laughing Jack

-Masky

-Ticci Toby

-Ben drowned 

-Sally

-Slender Man

-Jeff the killer

~Ghost~

-Everyone besides Primo and Nihil :D

I will be doing more later on but as for right now, it's only these I hope you understand!

What I write!

~Fluff~

~Angst~

~Smut~

~One-shots~

~Head Canons~

~Match-ups~

What I refuse to write/do not request

~Animal x Human~ (I will only do a human AUs)

~Incest~

~Pēdōs~

~R@ pe~

~Child! reader~

~Cheating~

~Sēxual Abūse~

You can request male, female, or gender-neutral readers! I write for all of them but I mainly do male readers because I am male myself so I work better with that but don't let that stop you from requesting Fem!readers! You can request platonic or romantic! Although I don't like writing smut that much anymore if you request it I'll write it but it might take longer than other fics.

Disclaimer! All child characters I write for are platonic only. I'm 19 and I don't feel comfortable writing romantic fics for children.

Requests are currently: Open!

[quiveringdeer]

This was a much needed pickme up for me today. Headcanons and musings of characters I like reacting to our natural hair, headscarves, bonnets and other things is so comforting and sparks so much joy in my soul. Thank you for writing and sharing.

Hair Wash Day

It’s hair wash day, let’s see how our lovely slashers handle it!

Note: I’ll be attaching the videos I’m referencing in the descriptions of y'all want to take a look.

While you were at the beauty supply store, you decided to try some new shampoos and conditioners. The ones you had didn’t really get all the dirt from your scalp like you needed them to. While you were looking, you spotted out some apple cider vinegar products. You remembered seeing a video on how people with locs would get an apple cider wash every once in a while, and that it would lift up a lot of dirt from the scalp. You decided to go with those and check it out. Your new routine didn’t have a lot of products but it took a little while. x.

Michael likes watching you do your routine, like he always does.

Sometimes, he will bring a chair to sit and watch

Other times, he will just stand beside you and not move (being weird as usual)

You do this routine every week to two weeks

Your hair is so nice to him. He likes seeing the shine the water gives it when you wet it

He’s a silent sucker for the super defined curls

Don’t ask him to help. He will usually say no. If he says yes, your hair will be in a weird style. Be prepared to look like goku 🥴

Also, he will expect something in return for gracing you with his help

The process seems pretty long to him tho.

He’s pretty amazed at the shrinkage once your hair is dry. Never gets old to him

A simple routine would be best for you. You didn’t care for buying a whole ton of products, just to spend hours doing your hair. Your routine only took at most an hour, so that you can fit it into the daily schedule. You used whatever products you could find in a local store; making sure to read the ingredients so that it wouldn’t damage your hair. x.

Brahms is a stalker watcher, so he watches your routine

At first he couldn’t see what you were doing and what your hair looked like in the shower. But, once you got more comfortable with him, you showed him your routine

You wash your hair once a week. He watches every other week

It’s pretty boring to him after the initial awe of seeing your hair in action

He prefers seeing you style your hair

He does like the wet look (mostly bc everything else on your body is wet too)

He asks if he could use your products for his hair, since his is curly too

It shouldn’t be a problem for him, these products are much better for his hair anyway.

After this, he starts using the same stuff too

It doesn’t look as pretty as yours when it’s wet though….

Surrounded by nature and living with a murderer who didn’t like people coming to his camp, the only option for your hair routine was to make stuff yourself. There was that beauty supply store that was a bit far, but you didn’t want to shop in that atmosphere. So, you decided getting some stuff from the grocery store was better. You researched on how to make your own shampoo/conditioner. You finally found a recipe that you thought would work. That + the monthly mayonnaise hair mask ended up working out. x. 

Jason is a pretty hands on bf, so he definitely helps you when you need it

You do your routine on the same day and at the same time every two weeks. So he’s already ready for you in the bathroom

He helps by running the shower head through your hair since he’s taller

He loves watching the water go through those curls

A sucker for watching your hair bounce. He’ll even bounce your hair a couple of times lol

You don’t know if it would benefit him, but you wash his scalp too

He plays along with it, your hands do feel really nice on his head

You might start seeing random patches of his hair growing after a while

After about a good 3 months, your hair wash routine wasn’t cutting it. The shampoo and conditioner wasn’t effective anymore. And your hair didn’t really feel good, that relief that came after washing was not there. You decided to add more products to your routine as well as a getting a new shampoo and conditioner. You went to Target and some other stores to get all you needed. x.

Oh it’s wash day? Let’s get started y/n!

Stu and Billy are both coming over with their hair products to wash with you

What, you thought you were gonna do it alone? This is a journey for all of us babe

Stu, with his silly self, likes to play with the bubbles that forms from the shampoo. He’ll make a bubble beard and try to play with everyone’s hair

Billy sticks to the routine but watches yours

Out of the two, Billy is the one who’s most interested in a good wash routine. He spends time even looking up the best products for his hair

Stu just does whatever. He’s lucky enough that most products work well off rip

Even though they have to wash their hair more often, they time it to where they are washing their hair with you on that day

And you wash once a week, so it’s an easy schedule. You just let them know what day you are planning to do it

They also take turns helping you. Your arms gets tired and they immediately take over😍😍

So sweet🥺

[xxyourlittleangelz]

oh no i’m sorry you’ve had a rough day. that’s terrible, especially on Christmas. to be honest my Christmas wasn’t very good either, my mom came by (without warning so that was kind of rude) and me and my Grandparents got into a fight with her because of how mean she was acting towards me. sorry i just went on a rant. anyway, i saw that you’re opening your requests and was wondering if you could write RZ Michael, Jason, and Jesse with an s/o who’s a plant mom? i got some new plants for Christmas today and i’m really excited. i love my green baby’s 💛🪴

💜🌸it’s okay my love! Always next year!💜🌸

💜🌸and I’m so sorry that happened to you! Sending you hugs~!^^ <3🌸💜

💜🌸And lastly THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST!💜🌸

💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸

💜🌸This hc includes MICHEAL, JASON, JESSE💜🌸

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Micheal💜:💜🌸Micheal loves it!💜🌸

💜🌸he loves helping you out with any plant(s) you may have!💜🌸

💜🌸Of course you might need to explain how certain plants do need to be cared for💜🌸

💜🌸But he's a faster learner!💜🌸

💜🌸When he's out he'll try and find you something you may not have yet!💜🌸

💜🌸if anyone teases you about it well...They won't last very long~!💜🌸

💜🌸He thinks it's very adorable that you love plants!💜🌸

💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸

Jason💜:💜🌸Oh my y/n💜🌸

💜🌸you stole this boy's heart!!💜🌸

💜🌸He loves plants as well!💜🌸

💜🌸You guys definitely share the responsibility of taking care of the plant babies!💜🌸

💜🌸He builds you a little green house!💜🌸

💜🌸Its small but he wanted you to have a special place for certain plants!💜🌸

💜🌸Like Mikey he'll go out and try to find something you may not have yet!💜🌸

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Jesse💜:🌸💜This little fucker thinks it's cute🌸💜

🌸💜He won't necessarily “help” you take care of them BUT!🌸💜

🌸💜He will make sure you have only the best items to take care of them!🌸💜

🌸💜Only the fancies vases!🌸💜

🌸💜(if they go in vases!)🌸💜

🌸💜He will listen to you're plant talks🌸💜

🌸💜May not engage with them but he loves you so if it's important to you then its important to him!🌸💜

🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸

🌸💜Okay my love!! I apologize if I said anything wrong in this! I loved this idea so much!! It honestly made my night writing this! You're requests are so sweet and cute thank you for sending them in!!<3🌸💜

[bellamer]

I expect to see Candyman x Reader's on the Slasher x Reader tags now because the original movie and the new one was so good, it makes no sense that he shouldn't be included now. If y'all can include someone as obscure as, idk, Jesse fucking Chromeans, you can include Daniel Robitaille.

[brwnicons]

Hello! 🦋💜 would it be alright for me to ask for Jesse and Jason with a s/o who is Princess/Royalty core? Please and thank you 🤗

☆ Oh, to dance with Jesse dressed in a black suit with golden details. Excuse me for the delay, I hope you like it! ☆ I've got a lot of problems uploading this... Tumblr, please.

Slashers x Reader from Royalty

-> Summary: GN reader, Jesse / Jason (separately), Headcanons

-> Warning: Slight reference to killing in Jesse's

Jason

• How did you end in Camp Crystal Lake in the middle of the forest in first place??

• Probably you went to disconnect about everything

• The first time you met Jason, he got super curious about your neat hairstyle and your shiny and elegant accessories

• He will never treat you differently due to your family position, to his eyes your just another person and he doesn't see why he should refine his manners when treating you

• The moment you tell him that you're from a noble family he'll be surprised and curious about everything

• You're like those nobles from the fairy tales??

• Jason comes from a humble family so he'll have a million questions about your life

• What do you mean you eat on silver plates?? Aren't those to decorate

• Ans 7 kinds of forks for one single meal?

• And what in earth is a caviar???? His favourite meal has always been his mother's pie

• If visit him and bring him presents, clothes, food... he'll melt on the floor

• You one brought him also a family album to show him your place and family

• It all feels like from a book to him <3

• Either way, he's got the purest of loves to give. He doesn't love you for your family status nor your money, he loves you for your kindness and personality.

Jesse

• This man will know just how to treat you

• For the first time he laid his eye on you, he knew you HAD to come with him

• In the first encounters he will kiss your hand like a romantic™️

• Probably he also bows jokingly, followed by the expression: "My dearest"

• Although as yout relationship keeps growing more intimate he'll probably make laugh of your "noble family traditions" like your elegant manners even when you're drinking a cup of water or of your refined vocabulary.

• If you ask him to accompany you to a ball or a family/business meeting he'll be so excited! He knows how to behave around rich people and gain their favour, and he also gets to know part of your family!!

• About his work, he'll be glad the moment your discovered it and didn't run away

• Now with both of your money together there no policeman in the near cities that hasn't got your favour

• Nor politician

• Nor judges or lawyers

You're a very dangerous couple

[the-faceless-bride]

Finally, halfway done with it. Working on the last of it, it's gonna be a long one guys, gals, and nb pals a LONG ONE.

ASA X READER X JESSE

Where reader is Asa's new pet and Jesse meets and wants you for himself, and now you have two dangerous men fighting over you.

WHO WINS? WHO DIES? WHO DO YOU CHOSE? OR DO THEY SHARE YOY WHO KNOWS BUT ONE THING I DO KNOW IS THIS IS A FIC IM WORKING ON BUT IDK IF PEOPLE WIULD ACTUALLY READ IT ALL IF I MAKE IT!!

Tell me what you think.

[the-gory-gardner]

If you don’t mind could I request an imagine with Jesse chromean’s with a housewife!s/o? Whenever Jesse is working late his s/o bring’s him dinner with a large smile on their face like “Darling I brought your favorite’s”.

(I just need some tooth rotting fluff in my life right now, thank you so much💕)

Jesse Cromeans x House Wife!Reader 

You smiled brightly as finished up making Jesse's plate. He was luckily working from home today but it was still so much work he wouldn't be leaving his home office for some time. You took off your kitchen apron putting it on it's hook before grabbing the plate. 

Soon you were to the door of Jesse's office which you knocked before entering. "Hi Jesse I made your favorite". You announced when you peaked your head in. 'Well what are you waiting for doll bring it here'. Your husband signed. 

You smiled bringing the food in and setting it on the desk. You were careful not to it on any papers. You kissed him on his scarred cheek before going to leave. Only to be stopped by arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back. 

You were flustered as Jesse pulled you on to his lap. 'Now where do you think your going'? Jesse signed mischievously. "Um to the kitchen I didn't want to both you while you worked". You stuttered out. 'Work can wait a minute I wait to spend some quality time with my wife'. Jesse remarked gripping your hips. 

Flustered you nodded at his remark certain of what type of quality time he wanted to do. 'Now before we do anything...wild, we should eat first'. Jesse said before grabbing the fork off the plate. You raised a brow as he handed you the fork. 

'What are you waiting on doll feed me'. You quirked both your brows now but did as he said. Of course it was hard to focus on feeding him when his hands kept wandering. "Jesse your going to make me stab you with this fork". You joked. 

'Dare you sweet cheeks then i'll just have to eat you tonight'. Jesse remarked cheekily already planning to do just that. 

[the-slasher-files]

24 nsfw prompt for Jesse?

Hello! Sorry this took me so long to get out to you, I have just been super busy with work and also I have like zero motivation to write but I feel my writers block is slowly easing up, at least I hope it is... Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

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Word Prompt: “Finish inside me, I mean it.”

The large silver knife cut the black silk around your small wrists as the behemoth man hovered above you, rolling his hip at a deadly slow pace against yours. A shiver ran down your spine as the cold blade ran down your throat and descending between the valley of your breasts, against the expensive black lace lingerie Jesse had gifted you earlier this evening before he bent you over the kitchen counter and bred you once already.

Your small shaky hands reached up to his strong inked shoulders, the only words that could fall from your trembling lips was “Please... Please, Jesse.”  

The chrome skull mask bore down at you, emotionless and haunting. You tried to grind your hips up and down as he teased you with slow thrusts, almost like he was taunting you for being such a slut for him.

A frustrated grunt left your throat and you instantly regretted it as he tilted his head watching you trying to get some sort of friction or the rougher treatment you were used to from your kidnapper.

“Please Jesse... I need you so ba-” Before you could even finish your sentence the masked man pulled all the way out of your dripping cunt and slammed back into you with a bruising force making you drag your fingernails down his massive biceps.

Throwing your back and arching up your back off the bed as he started a brutal pace inside you. Your soft chest and rosy hard nipples brushing against Jesse’s scarred, muscular chest, his large hands went to your hips holding you in place to take all of his thick and long cock inside your tiny pussy filled with his cum. All you could do was mewl and moan for the thrusts didn’t allow for much air to collect in your lungs to speak.

Quiet grunts could be heard from behind the chrome mask but it was covered by the slapping off his balls against your cum covered skin and your choked loud moans. The tip of his cock rammed against your cervix perfectly with each thrust. Goosebumps rose on your skin as you felt the warmth spread in your lower abdomen, the burning coil always came back just for him no matter how far he pushed you.

“God... Jesse... please.” You whined under him as he watched you writhe and twist in pure pleasure. Cupping his masked face you looked into the pitch black eye holes and demanded “Finish inside me, I mean it.”

You could feel his cock twitch inside you at your demand and your slippery cunt walls fluttered around him a few times as he gave the harsh thrusts that sent you over the edge. Clamping down on his length with a long and loud whine you had cum for him once again, so many times tonight you had lost count and you knew he wasn't done with you yet as your body went limp and you panted with needy mewls.

Your walls squeezing Jesse made the coil in his stomach snap and his hot seed filled you for the fourth time tonight. Your stomach bulged with him as he hilted inside you. His hot cum dripped around his cock and out of your stuffed pussy and you gritted your teeth feeling the cold mask leaning into the crook of your neck and you could hear his soft breathes.

“T-thank you, sir.”  

[the-faceless-bride]

Wasted on a dream...

Imagine: In your final moments you confess how you've wasted your life on a dream, and you figure you might as well tell someone how you feel, even if it isn't the one who is about to take your life... Or... Was.

Includes: Asa (the collector), Jesse (Chromeskull), Jason (the zombie), Daniel(Candyman), Thomas (leatherface)

Asa The Collector

You weren't meant to be in his collection, it was meant to be one of your roommates to start. He was watching for a while and thought they would be a pretty addition to his collecting, a pretty new butterfly... Well until he saw how much prettier you were...

That night he had your roommate in the box and you and the other tied to chairs, he planned to be a bit more creative tonight feeling inspired by his recent catch, and while the other roommate kicked, screamed, bit, and cussed a storm at him trying to get away... You sat there in silence.

At first, he thought you just knew you weren't getting out and had already given up, but there was much more than that... You were thinking about how much time you waisted...

Staying home every night, waiting for that prince charming you dreamed so much about, taking all those cold showers, and wasting all that time... Throwing your life away on a dream that never came true...

When he finally had more on to you, you were already lost in thought. You smiled, your lower lip quivering slightly before letting out a huff of a chuckle. "Wanna know something funny?" Asa paused, this was new. People didn't talk to him... Well, at least not as you had just done now. How interesting. "I always thought I was gonna have a fairytale life, with a prince and a perfect home, and be taken care of all my life... All that dreaming... Waiting... Wishing... And it was all for nothing... Im gonna die, and I never even got to see that prince... Not even once..." A tear slowly descends on your cheek.

You weren't paying attention to anything the man in the mask was doing but you heard a scream and then a gurgle before a bloodied hand reached out and roughly picked you up, and before you could fully process what was happening you were dropped in a closed small space before the top was closed over you.

Asa knew he was no prince charming, but if being taken care of and having a home was all you wanted? He could do that for you butterfly.

Jesse Chromeskull

Jesse had found you; Jesse had just finished playing with his latest piggy and was making his way to his car to go home. But stopped when he heard a soft sniffle, Jesse paused in his moments and turned on his heel. And that's when he spotted you.

Sitting on the curb of the street; tears falling down your glistening cheeks, lip slightly wabbling, shoulders jolting with each sniffle and harsh breath, eyes downcast looking at your feet. Aww, poor little piggy... Looking slightly to the left of you he saw an empty beer bottle, just how many of those have you had?

He slowly made his way over to you, briefly looking around to make sure there would be no witnesses and he slowly turned on his camera.

You heard some shuffling before it stopped right next to you, you sniffled one last time before turning and looking up at who was next to you. Jesse found you looking up at him with your puppy dog eyes endearing.

'What's wrong?' A custom text-to-speech voice asked you, and you let out a small huff. " it's a long story... But to sum it up, I was at a party with my boyfriend and uhh... Turns out he needed more than me... Caught him with my best friend... So much for prince charming..." Ouch, Jesse thought. You mumble that last part to yourself, but Jesse heard you. Jesse tilted his head to you, 'need a ride home?' The text-to-speech offered, and while he was a stranger and if you were sober would have said hell no, you were heartbroken and very much drunk...

You sat in the passenger seat of Jesse's sleek leather seated car, looking out the window as Jesse drove. You were still sniffling but weren't breaking down. Jesse was expecting you to stay quiet for the whole drive, but you surprised him. "Have you ever been in love?" Jesse teased for a moment his hands tightening on the steering wheel, "I always wanted to be... I always dreamed of being deeply in love with someone, someone who loved me and wanted to care for me, someone to have a family with, someone who would do anything for me if I asked... You think that's real?" Jesse slowly eased back up, and he thought for a moment... Yes, he was in love once... Well, at least he thinks he was in love... He did marry her, he was going to have a family with her, he was going to have a family with her, and if she asked him for the mood he would do anything he could to give it to her... Yeah, he is pretty sure that was love... Only she wasn't as in love with him as he was with her...

You softly laughed before looking over at him, "im starting to lose hope... That person doesn't exist, do they." You were no longer asking a question...you had started to realize that, that fairytale was nothing but a lie. No, Jesse thought, they exist... I was that person.

Jesse pulled a U and started driving to his house, this whole time he was gonna bring you to the playroom. You would've made a pretty piggy; hell you hadn't even given him your address, he just started driving and you just accepted it, just assuming somehow he knew where you lived. But Jesse had a new plan as he drove home, slowly turning off and removing his camera.

Jason V. The zombie

You met because of a date gone terribly wrong you went on a date with a 'nice guy' who you thought was finally the prince you were waiting for. when he said you were going to Camp Crystal lake you heard of the place and figured it was technically a resting place and it would be quite rude to just go rummaging around there without something? So you picked some flowers from your garden and went on your date.

It was not how you thought it was going to go, and it all went downhill as soon as you placed the small assortment of flowers at the docks and the first thing your date did was scoff you felt awful for what happened to this poor boy and your date only rolled his eyes at the story not feeling sorry at all. But the large man hiding and watching found it to be very thoughtful of you...

And it was the final straw when you went to sit down and your date started kissing you, but not in a sweet way... Lustfully, and didn't take too kindly when you pulled away with a frown, for a few reasons... The first being that this was still technically a resting place as someone did die here and was still here, or their body at least. And if they thought that you were going to drop your pants in the forest of said resting ground and degrade this poor boys place of rest they were horribly mistaken, and second you thought this would be the place to finally make it official and they would ask you to be their partner, here with the fireflies, wilderness, and the big ol' beautiful sunset... Guess not.

When they started berating you for being "a prude" and making those pretty eyes of yours tear up, they got an axe thrown into the back of their head... You gasped, a moment of shock as some small blood bullets landed on your face you let out a screech. Standing to run but managing to run right into a bear trap. You fall with a cry and look up at the large looming man above you. You whimper a please before laying your head on the soft dirt ground with a small cry.

Jason knelt down getting on his knees beside you, snapping open the trap as quickly and painlessly as he could. Before lifting you and letting your head rest on his strong chest.

It shattered his undead heart hearing you softly babble about how "this isn't how the night was meant to go", " this is where your fairytale was finally meant to start...", and "wasted so much time of something that was never going to be..."

You poor little thing... Don't worry, Mamma likes you, and so does he! He can give you a fairytale, just like the ones in the story books his mom would read him at night before bed. He could be your prince...

Just as long it meant you would be his princex and would give him his fairytale in return...

Daniel R. the candyman

You were forced to do this, the boy you liked and had been daydreaming about had invited you to his house and you were over the moon. You were convinced that this is where you were finally going to be noticed and loved... You were wrong, not a minute or two after showing up you were laughed at by him and his friends, called names, tossed in a dark bathroom, and told that until you said the words to summon the candyman you wouldn't be let out.

You were already crying by the time you got past the first word, it wasn't a secret that this stuff scared you and made you want to hide away under your covers like a little kid. And all you could hear was their laughter at your quivering voice.

Daniel slowly woke up and watched for you to say the last few words, he grew intrigued no one who called him was already crying. It was clear you didn't want this, so why were you? It wasn't until the fourth call that he could hear around him, your soft sobs and the laughter of the group behind the door... And while Daniel didn't know you locking you in here wasn't a very nice thing for them to do to you...

By the final call, you had covered your eyes with both hands and whimpered to be let out... But there was only silence. You went to open the door but were quickly grabbed and pulled away from the door. And he was there, looking down at you. "Now why would you do something so foolish as to call to me, when you clearly do not want me?" And you spilled. You figured he would kill you and you might as well confess everything in your heart now.

All your daydreaming, wishing, your dreams of "being the one someone looks at like your the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, to be loved and have someone be hopelessly devoted to you and you in return, to be the one that lights someone's world with a single smile..." And it touched Daniels bee-infected heart...

Daniel looked into your eyes, a slow tilt to his head before slowly caressing his hook along your jaw, "If that is what you want..."- moving softly up your cheek before moving back to lift your chin... -" then you shall have it..."

And just like that, when you blinked he was gone... When you wanted out you gasped in horror, the group was gutted and strewn about the room...

You were with a group of friends, the group had all stopped to grab some things at a convince store when you and Thomas locked eyes for the first time. He was helping his momma put heavy boxes up on some high shelves when you saw him, the sun caught in his dark curly hair, his eyes sparking a burning desire. He was beautiful and strong, and from how he was with the sweet old lady at the counter he was respectful and thoughtful, which was much more than any of the other guys your age.

But nothing can ever go your way, as you were immediately teased for your interest in the giant. One going as far as to make a joke about "beauty and the beast" taking a jab at your love for fairytales and your dreams of living one making the rest of the group all laugh at you. You knew they were only playing... That didn't make you feel any less silly or mocked...

But you head your head high, "look im sorry im not willing to settle for some jerk who is only interested in sex and thinks he is such a nice guy for giving the fantasy lover a chance, I want someone who really wants me not just for looks or body." I take a gab at the one who made the joke as she and her boyfriend had been fighting about how their relationship was all sex, but she hit a nerve and she knew how important it was to you... No matter how silly or childish it was...

While you were talking it caught the giant's attention... As well as his mother. And boy was she gitty about the whole situation, God had finally answered her prayers... Her sweet Tommy and a sweet person like you... Someone who will love Tommy with all theirr heart no matter what he does, or what he looks like...

Later that night when your group's can broke down and ended up at the Hewitt household, while your friends were taken down into the basement you ended up in a drug-induced sleep in Tommy's bed... His own sleeping beauty...