#michael myers x reader

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Note: This chapter is from Michael's perspective (because I needed to explain the reason that he didn't, y'know, murder the reader)

Stockholm Syndrome | Michael Myers x Reader | Chapter Three

(chapter one and two)

In the thick, swirling blackness, Michael sat motionless, waiting.

He waited for the urge; the insatiable, unwavering presence that had rooted like a weed in his brain and taken up permanent residence in his body, nearly sixteen years now to the date.

The urge would whisper softly at first- a lenient suggestion, perhaps, or a playful nudge at his shoulder- but inevitably, its whispering would grow louder, and become more demanding, until its facade had fallen away and it was screeching like a banshee in his ears and pulling viciously at his mind, and it could no longer be ignored. It refused to be ignored. Always, always, the urge won out.

Loomis, Michael’s psychiatrist since his admittance at Smith’s Grove, was not fond of sugar-coating, and thus, had never beat around the bush when describing the boy’s condition.

“You know what you are, don’t you, Michael?” The doctor had said to the rigid youth who sat opposite him. “Surely by now, you must recognize what lives inside of you?”

Michael offered no response. Loomis knew better than to expect one.

“Seven years it’s been now, Michael, and we have made no progress. At what point does it become acceptable to admit that what plagues you cannot be cured? That your ailment is irreversible?”

The boy looked beyond Loomis, at the grey hospital wall, where the wallpaper had begun to flake away.

“I treat mental illness, Michael. What lives inside of you is evil.”

The boy just stared, deathly silent. There was no glimmer of awareness in his dark eyes. Loomis shook his head decidedly. He stood from his chair, adjusted his coat, and turned to leave.

“I cannot treat evil.”

Despite his indifference towards the past, curiously, Michael’s mind strayed to that conversation often.

Where he regarded most people with the same blank detachment, the name “Samuel Loomis” lit a match under his skin and sent the urge barking madly like a rabid dog in his ears. It was something about the man’s voice, Michael thought- something about that stern, dour tone, that had droned away like a broken record and threatened to keep him from his urges indefinitely.

Samuel Loomis, however, was not the subject of his consideration in the present moment; that dangerous burden was shouldered by another.

Michael stared absently down through the darkness at his scuffed, muddy boots. He scoured his mind for an answer, an explanation, something that might warrant this sudden and utterly foreign hesitation of his.

He had gone through the familiar motions like clockwork, felt the urge gain momentum within him like a runaway train as he stalked the girl, had heard the restless blaring of its horn in his ears as she took her place beneath the murky black backdrop of night, and the stage was set.

Then, the time had come, and his fingers had been around her warm throat, and he had squeezed, waiting for the urge to swell to a crescendo- and she had struggled and thrashed, her frantic pulse quickening beneath his grasp, but not yet, he could not strike yet, still he had to wait- but then, the girl had quieted, her thrashing ceased, and she fell limp like a doll in his arms, and suddenly, the rush had passed him by without ever stopping, leaving Michael a dangerous, seething volcano, unable to erupt.

Michael didn’t understand. The rush, that sudden, swift second of burning blood lust, it always came. It was his routine, his ritual, his law.

He had ghosted the edge of his knife over the girl’s warm throat. Tiny beads of red welled up on her skin, barely enough to form a trickle. Michael watched the red blossom with striking disinterest; still nothing. He felt nothing.

Slowly, he released his grip on her throat, watched as her unconscious body drew deep and needy breaths. His jaw tensed.

Maybe he had been too hasty in his actions. Perhaps he had moved through the steps too quickly. A multitude of possible explanations sprung to mind, but none proved to be satisfying, and in the end, Michael's attempt to rationalize the matter had failed miserably.

The conclusion he was forced to arrive at was backwards in every sense of the word, but it could not be denied; the urge to take the life of this girl was uncomfortably absent from him in both mind and body.

So here he sat, in the dark, growing restless, his world upturned and his would-be victim still very much alive. He was patient, though- he could wait- the urge would return soon, and when it did, the task would be so satisfying, so easy.

The girl had crippled herself in a doomed escape attempt. She had nowhere to run, no way to resist him. He saw himself descending upon her, knife in hand, could almost feel the familiar sensation of his blade piercing flesh, spilling hot, sticky blood from gushing arteries and striking over and over until at last she lay still- and the voice, the evil within, would be satisfied- his fragmented routine at last complete.

It would happen. He was sure of it. He just had to wait.

Morning came without incident. Michael’s patience was wearing thin. Light spilled through the windows, illuminating shadowy hallways and reflecting off the pristine, bloodless surface of his knife. He ran his finger absentmindedly down the dangerous edge of the blade- its cold steel was frustratingly absent of red.

Michael flexed and unflexed his fingers, his lidded agitation at last brewing and bubbling to the surface. He didn’t understand.

The urge had always been there, a constant guiding force, an invisible hand on his shoulder. It was just as Loomis had always insisted; His ailment could not be cured. Michael had never cared about the nature of his supposed ailment, or, at the very least, he could not recall a time when he did. When he swung his knife, he did so without remorse, without hesitation, without any emotion save for a momentary silent, seething rage, and then even the rage subsided, and once again, Michael was empty.

He didn’t mind the emptiness. The evil had wormed its way in too early, too deep, and now he and it were one in the same. From the moment that he had plunged a knife into his older sister, the boy called Michael Myers had died, and now only an empty shell of a human being remained. He could never, and would never change. It had been a simple, comfortable fact of his existence; but now, the cycle was broken, and Michael didn’t feel empty-

-he felt incomplete.

Michael’s fist clenched like a vice around the handle of his knife. He rose slowly from his chair, mechanical in his movements, and lifted his head to glare across the hall at the closed bedroom door.

The girl- she had upset the cycle. When he took her life, spilled her blood, the urge, his law, would return. It had to.

Michael approached the bedroom not as an unfeeling predator, but as a man about to murder in cold blood.

He wrenched the door open with force enough to tear it from its hinges.

The girl lay on the bed. She was sleeping, her knees tucked tightly into her chest, as if she had drifted off in anticipation of this very moment.

She remained blissfully unaware as Michael raised his arm above his head to strike.

Then, with his gleaming, eager knife hovering precariously over her throat, Michael hesitated.

His body stilled as if frozen in time.

It was something about her face.

Some taunting, unnamable thing, he realized, that had hovered like a phantom in a dark corner of his mind, just out of view; but now, as early morning rays filtered softly through the window and fell upon the girl's peaceful features in a warm, golden glow, it became painfully obvious, and the missing piece of his puzzle snapped jarringly into place.

Somehow- in some foggy, distant memory- Michael knew this girl. He was sure of it.

Images flashed like a slideshow in his mind. He remembered white, pristine hallways, locked doors and claustrophobic rooms, and suddenly, Michael was a boy again. He was with someone- not someone like Loomis, with his stern expression and scornful tone- no, this person had been much different. It was one of the hospital staff. A nurse.

She had a bright, warm smile, and when she spoke to him, her words were genuine.

“Do you like books, Michael?” She had asked, removing two from her bag. Michael was indifferent towards books. He did, however, remember reading with his mother on the front porch, before the urge, before Judith. He supposed they were alright back then.

“Loomis won’t be in today. Would you like to sit and read with me before bed?”

Michael stared out the window, at a flock of passing birds. He gave no hint at his awareness.

The Nurse had simply smiled, taken his hand in hers and led him across the room to his sagging bed. She sat him across her lap and flipped through the crisp pages of a vivid storybook, to the beginning. Her soft hands combed through his hair as she read to him. Though the words themselves had fallen flat against Michael's ears, the Nurse had a gentle, soothing voice, like silk- so, Michael listened instead to the rise and fall of her pitch with the flow of the story.

For half an hour they sat together, until a shrill bell rang out from the speaker in Michael’s room, calling for lights-out.

The nurse had tucked Michael under his covers, wished him a goodnight, and promised to read to him again the following day.

She kept her promise. Every night, the Nurse came to visit Michael. She brought gifts with her, the kind that had been approved by the Sanitarium, which turned out to be mostly sweets. Michael ate them on his own after the Nurse had left, away from prying eyes. As with most things, Michael was apathetic towards the woman at first; but, she was relentless in her care for him, and gradually, he found himself slipping from his self-imposed daze as the hour of her visit grew near.

He would shift his empty gaze from the wall or window as she walked in and meet her warm eyes. When they sat together, as Michael grew tired, he would allow his head to fall against her shoulder. With time, even the urge came to tolerate the woman’s presence, its constant nagging growing placid, almost dormant under her gentle touch. Almost.

For months the visits carried on. Every night, for half an hour, Michael Myers was treated very nearly like a normal little boy.

Then, one evening, the nurse had been late. Michael was content with waiting for her. He was, after all, a very patient child; however, as the night dragged on, and the bell had sounded like an angry kettle in his ears, a woman did enter his room eventually, but it wasn’t the Nurse. This woman was unsmiling- distanced in her greeting of him, as if she found him about as interesting as a brick wall- and the had woman performed her duties and left without a word, leaving Michael to sit in the darkness, still waiting.

The Nurse never came back after that. Eventually, Michael’s memory of her faded.

The girl who lay before Michael now was not the Nurse. That much was glaringly obvious. Such a thing would not be possible, as that woman had been at least twenty years his senior. Even so, it could not be denied that her resemblance to the Nurse from his memories was strikingly uncanny.

Michael understood, now- he did not like it, and he certainly did not approve of it, but he understood nonetheless- and as he observed her fragile, shivering body, he knew with frustrating certainty that killing this girl would not appease his urge, would not bring about that momentary, fleeting satisfaction, would not stave away the discomfort of sudden emotion or restore the serendipity of his unfeeling void.

The girl, who had snapped awake as if struck by lightning, now gazed up at him with wide, terrified eyes. She was unmoving, pinned under the weight of his blank stare and the grisly promise that his hovering knife held. Her chest rose and fell quickly.

The last of Michael’s impulsive blood lust fled his body like a sickly dream. He let his arm fall limply to his side. Then he turned, without a second glance at the dazed, paling girl. The chipping floorboards moaned under his weight as he crossed the room and shut the creaking bedroom door with an air of finality.

Michael stood in the hallway. Behind him, stifled whimpers erupted into heavy sobs, shattering the thick silence as if it were glass. Michael’s shoulders tensed. He stared down in stiff consideration at the old, splintering floorboards beneath his boots. With one matter solved, another had sprouted like a stubborn weed to take its place, and the question still stood:

What, now, was he to do with this girl?

He couldn’t simply let her leave, for obvious reasons. She would be back again the next day with the authorities. At the very best, he would be returned to his claustrophobic room at Smith’s Grove, unable to act on his urges, all the while the voice howling like a feral animal in his mind with its deafening, insatiable cries.

Michael set his jaw. No, he wouldn’t allow that. Never again. The second option- the only realistic option- would be for him to keep her here.

It wouldn’t be a difficult task- after all, with her injured foot, she had no realistic means of escape- but if she proved fool enough to try it he would threaten her, wrap his fingers around her soft throat and watch the defiance ebb from her eyes along with the consciousness from her body until at last she grew complacent.

It wasn’t a foolproof plan by any means; but for now, at least, it would have to do.

After a brief glance about the hallway and its adjoining rooms, Michael had located the heaviest object- an old china cabinet. It shrieked in protest as he began to push, upsetting the fine layer of dust which had collected on its shelves.

He planted the cabinet firmly in front of the bedroom door and stepped back to examine his work. Its dark wood had creaked under the considerable pressure of his strong hands, but still it stood, a proud, unwavering sentinel. It would do.

With matters settled, as if on queue, the familiar nagging at the back of his mind had returned, calling out to him with a rekindled vitality. Michael was being summoned to the hunt. Some budding, crude emotion, not quite relief, blossomed in his gut. His fingers twitched in anticipation. Eager to start a new cycle, a complete, uninterrupted, unfragmented cycle, Michael gave himself completely to the urge, allowed its ravenous hunger to swallow up his body like a dark wave.

As he stepped from the front door, the morning sun kissed the surface of his bloodless, gleaming knife- a wrong that he would right soon enough.

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers as fathers with a teenage-reader.

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is a young teenager (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

Summary: The slasher dads reaction to their child getting a boyfriend.

Freddy Krueger

He knew that, eventually, it was bound to happen, that you would get a boyfriend or girlfriend. It wasn't something that made him angry. He was happy that you were exploring and gaining experience. Sure, some times it got lonely without you, but he reminded himself that you were a growing teenager. The best he could do was be there for you if you ever needed him.

Most of Freddy's anxieties came from made-up possibilities on how your new boyfriend could possibly hurt you, and there were a lot of ideas. They plagued him every day and night. Ideas of him cheating on you, abusing you, yelling at you, belittling you, or pressuring you into doing bad things or things you didn't want to do.

Let's just say, if this kid knew what was good for him, he better not do anything to hurt you. Ever.

And romance? Ok, look. Freddy knew that experience was exciting, and you are a curious teenager, but please, for the love of Satan, take the relationship slow. Don't rush things, enjoy the breeze, and don't move so quickly that you wind up doing something you regret.

Ugh. Maybe he was a little bit more worried than he thought.

When your boyfriend comes over to visit, Freddy is polite as ever. During dinner, he cracks an unbearable amount of dad jokes that make you roll your eyes. Hey, embarrassing you is fun! Your boyfriend is nervous (which he should be), but Freddy tries to lighten the mood by sharing stories.

After dinner, he let's you both have some alone time in the living room. He wants to work in his garage, but the thought of leaving you out of sight is too great a challenge, so he settles for paperwork in the kitchen. He listens, the sound of your rambling and laughter soothing to him.

Everything goes well up until you decide to take your boyfriend to your room, and then Freddy's chances for going into cardiac arrest increase.

He tries to focus on his own tasks and objectives, but it's difficult. So much could be happening behind that shut door of yours. He couldn't help but to fear for the worst. It'd be too 'Jim Hopper' of him to ask you to leave the door open, and he wanted to trust you but, good grief, you were just a kid.

As throat-lumping and sweat-inducing as it was, Freddy chose to trust in you. If you needed anything, then you would tell him. He taught you how to stand up for yourself and to say "no" to things you didn't want to do. You were smart. He had faith in you.

A few times when you would pop out of your room to grab something or use the restroom, he would ask if everything was alright. You reassured him that you were simply talking and listening to music together, nothing serious. Freddy was calmed but still unavoidably nervous.

When it was time to take your boyfriend home, Freddy could never be more relieved. He stayed optimistic, of course, but deep inside he was dreading future visits. Relationships are bound to move forward in many different ways. But...

As long as you were happy, he would support you in every way.

Michael Myers

No. Just... No.

You have a boyfriend? Absolutely not. It was unacceptable. How do you expect him to sleep at night knowing that you were getting personal with some random, immature, pubescent kid? Yes, technically you are a kid too, but still!

You have a boyfriend.

The idea alone has Michael silently boiling in a pot of emotions. He was fiercely protective of you. Even if he thought someone was looking at you wrong he would send them a murderous glare. No one was allowed to hurt you or be mean to you, and, if they were, they would regret it for life. Just the thought of you being treated bad made him want to... Uurg!

Your downcast reaction to his disapproval and Laurie's words of encouragement and wisdom were the only reasons why he allowed this ludicrous situation to happen. But he wasn't happy about it, mind you!

He showed his negativity the entire time your boyfriend visited. At dinner and in the living room, he would sit quietly, his arms crossed and his eyes on your sweaty, nervous boyfriend. Yeah, he better be nervous. Didn't he know who's kid he was "dating"?

With Michael's intense, intimidating presence and constant glare, it was awkward for you to try and generate conversation. Your boyfriend was a total mess- his leg bouncing, his back straight and his hands fidgeting. Obviously, he was afraid of Michael- as he should be.

So afraid... That he ended up creating an excuse to leave early.

While Michael was A-okay with it, your reaction was more... Devastating.

You yelled at him. You yelled at him in a mixture of anger, frustration and heartache. You said he ruined everything, and that he never let you have any fun, and you were tired of him controlling everything you did. To end it all, you stormed off to your room and locked yourself inside.

Michael was... At a loss.

He wasn't that controlling, was he? He was just trying to protect you. He couldn't help himself. You meant everything to him. You were his child. It was his job to eliminate threats from your life. He didn't mean to upset you, but how else was he supposed to keep you safe?

Laurie, having witnessed the whole scene, set him down for a long talk. It was a conversation that he didn't like nor agree with, but yet he understood what she meant by needing to trust you more.

The next weekend, Michael apologized to you and gave you permission to invite your boyfriend over again. He talked to you about his fears and made you promise to immediately tell him if anything bad happened between the two of you. You were happy by his change of behavior and promised reach out if you needed anything.

Besides a more relaxed meal in the dining room, Michael let you have your space and alone time. It drove him crazy, but he trusted you. This was something new that he needed to get used to. You couldn't be his forever. You were growing up.

But, no matter what, he would always be there for you.

Bo Sinclair

Boyfriend? You wanted to reproduce already?

Ok, jokes aside, Bo isn't really that supportive of the idea of you having a boyfriend. Perhaps it was the way he grew up or the details behind his own romantic relationships. He worried about you. Yeah, he knew you could kick butt and take names, but nothing hurts worse than a broken heart.

Bo loves you, and seeing you grow up so fast was almost painful to him. It felt like your time together was running out faster than light could travel. He didn't want to lose you so soon. And, besides, what kid in this tiny, greasy town could ever be good enough for you?

Get you a lawyer or a pilot or a stunt-performer- you know, someone who you can meet in your late twenties or something.

Bo worries and mourns for a lot of different reasons but, on the surface, he pretends as if everything is okay. He puts on a smile and let's you invite your boyfriend over any time you want- but no PDA, not for a twenty mile radius, got it?

Him and Lester have the time of their lives bullying and teasing you and your boyfriend. They crack dumb and dirty jokes to keep you flustered and embarrassed. They challenge your boyfriend to see how talented and intelligent he was when it came down to vehicles and such. And they praise you like you deserve the world because you do.

Bo, respectfully, has private conversations with your boyfriend behind your back just to make sure that he knows that he better be taking good care of you... Or else.

Your boyfriend is irritatingly resistant to any threats or bullying, but that was a good sign, he guessed. Just as long as he was good to you, Bo would continue to breathe and pretend to be alright. Some days are lonely. You missed out on quite a few dinners, lunches and other events.

He sets the station up by himself a lot nowadays.

Bo would gladly give ptsd to anyone who hurt you, but he trusted that you could take care of yourself and make smart decisions. You knew about consequences. He did prefer you to not be touchy-touchy in front of him, though. Some times he would still glare at your boyfriend if he held your hand or bumped your shoulder.

Light depression does get to Bo as time goes on and your presence becomes more scarce. But, Vincent has a secret talk with you one day, and you both come up with the brilliant idea of having your boyfriend come into the shop to help you and your dad.

This lightens Bo's mood tremendously. The extra help, plus your returned time, has everything feeling so much more homey and joyful. There's an essence of family in the air that he had dearly missed.

Bo doesn't really care how many boyfriends or girlfriends you have throughout your life. Just as long as you stay in his life- just enough- he was content.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal is smart and wise. He knew even before your birth that, as you grew, you would become curious and develop emotionally. It was just a part of human nature. He understood it completely and he accepted it. Good and bad experiences would happen throughout your life- each with a valuable lesson.

He had taught you everything that you needed to know. Risks, dangers, warning signs and all of that general criteria. Hannibal wanted you to be prepared for anything. A boyfriend was one of the many small obstacles you would experience in life.

Hannibal doesn't mind you having a boyfriend. He welcomes it, in fact. He likes to see you grow and learn and develop. You were his most prized possession and he was so proud of you. Seeing you show off your smarts at dinner was unbelievably entertaining.

Though he does set the bar rather high when it came down to your boyfriend. What were his interests? Surely he was emotionally collected, respected boundaries, and was medically trained by now, right? (Some of the things he would ask him about when he stayed over).

While you could get irritated at him for his arrogant questions and remarks, especially when your boyfriend became ashamed or embarrassed, Hannibal knew that you would understand. He was simply being a dad. He loved you. You deserved the best and he wanted your boyfriend to know that as well.

When it comes to privacy, Hannibal trusts you despite a deeply buried, nagging sensation of discomfort, and he distracts himself with paperwork, dishes, or a phone call with Will. If anyone is scared of anything, then it was Will- man could never stop asking how you were doing and if your boyfriend was treating you good.

Hannibal does worry every now and then. At times, the house can be quiet, but he deals with his emotions properly and he respects your decisions. If you needed anything at all, he was always here for you.

It does amuse him how your boyfriend tried to "impress" him from time to time. You would have to pull Hannibal aside and tell him to at least act like he was impressed or, at the very least, interested. But Hannibal was a very blunt, very critical person. But...

He would do anything as long as it made you happy.

Your boyfriend does grow on Hannibal a smidgen. Could he be more mature? Yes. Could he have more reasonable career interests? Yes. Was his cooking horrible? Double yes. But, the important thing wasn't what Hannibal thought or how he felt. The important thing was you.

You were happy and prospering, and that's all that Hannibal truly cared about.

[magicalbunbun]

Michael myers au, "friends come true au"

What if Michael haved friends? Like actually good/bully friends that actually protects and stick with him to the end?

The idea come from this:

[charliedawn]

Charlie, would you ever consider writing a reader with slashers who's from the ghetto? They grew up there and are used to all kinds of violent, gang related issues to the point that they are just numb or cold to it. Like a person they've known for a long time has been pronounced dead, and they just see it as an anathor day or scenario. They are also quick on calling out peoples bluffs, and they seem to be calm whenever their life is threatened. I'd be really happy if you could write this one for me.

Jason Voorhees

Jason had just moved in. He didn’t like thugs. He hated them actually. Some had mocked him for his hockey mask, some had mimicked him crudely and even tried to attack him. He had to dispose of them but it seemed no one really cared about the deaths. He had once made eye contact with someone as he was dragging two very obvious body bags to the trash bin. You. At first, he had been interested because you were the quiet sort—much like himself. You didn’t ask for trouble and had never mocked him or reported him to the police. Sometimes, you had even been kind enough to say hello.

That made him happy.

He had attempted to reciprocate by waving back at you.

But he knew that approaching you would risk having you hurt, so he decided that the occasional waves would suffice. Until one day…you didn’t wave back at him. You weren’t there. He frowned before feeling that something was wrong. He walked towards your door and found it unlocked. He stepped in and his eyes widened as he saw two men with guns pointed at you. He did not ask…he just acted. He grabbed his machete and before either of the men could even pull the trigger—he had cut their heads off.

He then turned towards you and found you covered in their blood. He suddenly felt bad and quickly grabbed a towel from your bathroom to gently wipe the blood off your face. He thought you would scream or cry but you just…stared at him. You didn’t seem afraid and he tilted his head—intrigued…Your eyes. You had the same eyes as his mama before she died. Empty. Numb. He sat down next to you and looked around at the bodies. He wondered if they would fit in the garbage dump outside ? He then turned back towards you…Still no tears. Odd. He scooted closed to you and hesitated before resting a hand on your shoulder.

He hoped it would help.

Norman Bates

Norman smiled as he saw you enter. A new customer. How delightful…

He was about to welcome you when he noticed that you were bleeding. His smile faltered slightly. What happened to you…? He wanted to ask what was going on when he saw people following you with guns. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together. Norman sighed. Of course. He should have known better than to trust this sudden relocation with the lower taxes…Fortunately, he had amazing people skills. He put himself between you and them with his hands raised.

"Now now, gentlemen. I am sure we could find some time of agreement ? No blood needs to be shed—especially on my brand new carpet…"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HAND OVER THE BITCH !" One of the men commanded and Norman’s eyes widened. Now, that was extremely vulgar vocabulary. He looked back at you. Poor innocent child…It wouldn’t be right. He then turned back towards the gangsters and smiled placidly. His mother had taught him good manners and it was time he put those lessons to good use.

"Of course. I do not want any trouble. Let me just…" He walked towards you and pretended to be grabbing you when he suddenly grabbed two of the rifles on the wall instead to shoot all of them. The gangsters who did not expect it were all killed almost instantly…all but one. The foul mouth. The man was holding his injured hand and squealing like a little pig. Norman sighed before taking the axe he had hidden behind the counter.

He then looked down at the man who was begging for his life like the weak little piggy he was…

"…You should have said please." Norman told him and then brought done the axe again and again until the man’s head was but a pile of mush. Norman sighed in defeat as he looked around at the mess.

"…My poor carpet." He then turned back towards you and smiled. "No need to be afraid, child. The bad men are gone. Now…how about we see about that injury of yours ? And then, we’ll see what to do with you."

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms had been shot multiple times since moving in your neighbourhood. But having lived most of his life surrounded by violence and guns—he had never really cared. But that was until he got close to you. You had fallen into this kind of scary numbness—the type that made people lose their mind. The gang members were making victims almost every night. But Brahms was basically immortal so even if they shot him, they couldn’t really kill him. But you ? You were human. You had to care. Or you would get hurt. Or worse.

He didn’t want to think about it.

One night you came back and Brahms noticed that you were hurt. Someone had stabbed your arm. He was immediately concerned and examined the wound attentively. He was distraught and started asking questions. But you said nothing and then took care of it yourself, as if it was nothing. He didn’t understand. How could a human being be so…calm ? Even while being in pain ?

He looked out at the men who had surely hurt you and before you could stop him, Brahms had marched outside with a baseball bat. Nobody hurt his friends. Nobody.

If you weren’t going to care ? Then he would.

Michael Myers

Michael was walking by when he was suddenly hit by a bullet. He looked down—surprised. Who was the MORON who decided it was a good idea to aim a weapon at him ? He looked around and saw a bunch of people with their guns pointed at him. They were vociferating about gangs and revenge and a number of insults he wasn’t too sure what they meant exactly. He wanted to tell them he had no idea what they were on about and tried to retrieve the notebook in his pocket to write things down but before he could…one of the men shot his hand.

His hand blew up and a great number of bullets followed. Before he knew it, he was on the ground—blood dripping down from the many holes in his body. He had trouble breathing and could barely move at all. The gang members started searching his pockets and when they found nothing but an old kitchen knife, they left him there to bleed out.

Yes. That’s why he hated people.

He tried to get up, but couldn’t.

That’s when he felt someone…lift him up. He looked down and saw this person helping him up and he frowned in incomprehension. What was that one doing ? Hadn’t they seen the gang members cribbing his body with bullets ? Any human being would die from that…so why were you trying to save him ? You started helping him walk forward. He looked around. Some of the gang members were still around and they seemed as shocked as him. They started yelling at the nice person and pointed their guns menacingly at you. But, Michael decided to use his body as a shield. He could take the bullets…you couldn’t.

Five Hargreeves

Five was caught in the crossfire.

He had just landed in your neighbourhood when he felt bullets fly past him. He immediately took cover and that’s when he found you. He wanted to leave and teleported but…he didn’t expect you to touch him and follow him to his hideout.

He wanted to teleport you back but, he then realised he was hurt.

A bullet had lodged itself in his knee and another had grazed his shoulder. He could take care of his shoulder no problem, but his knee ? It hurt and his hand was slightly trembling. But yours wasn’t when you took the tweezers from him and removed the bullet yourself before he could even stop you. He grunted at the pain before you quickly bandaged the wound. He looked down at you and how focused you were. He could tell that it wasn’t the first time you were seeing blood.

After you were done, your eyes met and Five didn’t say much after that. He was too tired to say anything actually and he was too weak to use his powers to throw you back in your timeline.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

He would get you back tomorrow…

Freddy Krueger

You weren’t ready for the nightmare demon who had been haunting your dreams for weeks to suddenly pop up out of nowhere and sit down next to you. He sighed and removed his hat to stare at it for a few seconds.

"So hum…yeah. I don’t know how to tell you but…Your dreams scare me, kid."

You hummed.

"They are not dreams. They are memories."

There was a long silence before Freddy coughed.

"Right. So hum…your life sucks, kid."

You laughed bitterly.

"Yeah."

Freddy then looked at you and smiled.

"I mean…That comes from a guy who was burnt alive."

You hummed again and Freddy looked up at the sky.

"I think…I might just give you a free pass, kid."

You frowned and were about to ask what he meant by that when suddenly, you found yourself in a happy and wonderful place. You smiled. That was…quite the good dream.

Pennywise

Pennywise had recently arrived in the neighbourhood and hadn’t gone hunting yet. He was simply chilling in his rocking chair at night when he heard noise nearby. He growled in annoyance before opening an eye and seeing a bunch of kids in the street with their guns pointed at him. He sighed. What now ?

"Hey ! The clown ! Give us the kid !"

He frowned.

Kid ? What kid ? He looked around and indeed, found someone hiding behind him. He smirked at you—showing his ranges of sharp pointy teeth.

"You better scram, kid. I ain’t the clown you want for protection."

But you didn’t move and Pennywise sighed. What did you take him for ? A shield. One of the mean kids suddenly threw a rotten tomato at Pennywise and the clown smirked forcefully at you.

"One moment."

He then appeared in front of the other kids who were searching for you and opened his mouth wide to gulp down the one who had dared throw the rotten tomato at him. The others froze and screamed in pure terror before running away. He cackled. Never gets old…

But then, he felt a pair of arms around him and he froze. He looked down to find you hugging him and was about to growl and maybe even rip off your head when he heard it. You were thanking him. He frowned. What ?

Before he could ask, you released him and walked away.

…What was that ? He had felt absolutely no fear.

Penny

Penny smiled as he saw the violence and blood in your neighbourhood. Blood, gore, fear and everything that he needed to have a good meal. He could eat the stupid kiddos alone at night and blame it on the stupid gangsters with their guns and their fists and their inconsequential deals. Many had offered him drugs and money for their pathetic lives, but Penny didn’t care.

One day as he was hunting…he fell on you. You were hiding behind a truck as some of the most violent kids were tracking you down. He thought about eating you and the other kids too, but then he realised something strange. You weren’t scared. He sniffed the air again, but couldn’t find the familiar smell coming from you. That was odd. He appeared in front of you and giggled.

"Heya, child ! Need a hand ?"

So I can eat yours…

You looked into his eyes and Penny was momentarily stunned. No fear. Just…acceptance. No. Not acceptance. Resilience. He blinked twice in astonishment before he heard the other kids approaching. His smirk returned.

"It’s okay. Am gonna help ya !" He then walked out of your hiding place to face the people after you. They started laughing at him and he laughed too…before ripping the head of one of them and drinking his blood straight from the neck. Blood dripped down his chin and tainted his clothes. The others froze in terror, but Penny grabbed another one to bite his arm off. The scream he uttered woke up the others who screamed and ran away.

He started laughing and dancing around when he noticed that…you were doing the same. You were mimicking him. But not mockingly. He tilted his head curiously at you before smiling ominously.

…That was rather entertaining.

[taeaura]

reblog from insta 'cause why not

[tac-the-unseen]

Slapping Slasher's Ass and Running away!

Micheal Myers:

•He likes to believe he has complete control over his surroundings 

•He likes to imagine himself as a Jaguar; opportunistic, stealthy, adaptable, and an Apex predator

•And then there's you, here to snap them back to reality 

•If he's a Jaguar, you're an annoying bird that follows him 

•All this made clear when He's just standing in the kitchen and feels a hard smack on his Ass

•He whips his head around to see you, running at full speed and giggling 

•For a moment he's completely stunned 

•But only for a moment 

•He’s quick on your heels 

•In less than 10 seconds he's holding you in the air by your shirt, like holding a cat by its scruff

•You can immediately tell through the mask how pissed he is

•But for a few seconds he just leaves you suspended in the air, and soon enough he makes his decision. 

•He walks to your shared bedroom and drops you onto the bed

•You think you're in for some sexy-funtime

•That quickly washes away when Michael turns around and walk out the door 

•When you get up to follow you find that he's locks you in by putting a chair under the handle 

•This man is so sick of your shit, but loves you too much to actually harm you

•He just put you in time out while he waits for the stinging on his ass to go away

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•When the school day ends you're walking towards the front door, you spot both of your boyfriends walking towards the door too

•With the coast clear of teachers and most other students you knew what you had to do

•You rub your hands together diabolically and begins to run towards them

•when you're finally in the perfect position, you wind your hands back and as hard as you can, you slap their ass

•They both tense up and freeze

•When they see you running past them and laughing, they are quick to give chase

•They Chase you down the field and into the parking lot

•Stu was the one to tackle you onto the grass, making sure to protect your head when you fall

•Stu pins you down while Billy catches up 

•When (a winded) Billy reaches you two he drops to his knees and starts tickling you

•Neither boy takes to seriously and think it's a playful invention to rough house and playfully fight

Thomas Hewitt:

•While he was meticulously cutting up some cow legs, you spotted a golden opportunity 

•Thom’s fat ass in perfect position 

•After circling him, carrying the same box of tools, you decide to go for the kill

•”Tommy!” You shout while running past him

•Your hand makes firm contact with the side of his rear 

•You leave a blazing trail up the stairs while Thom processes what happened

•Thom watches you run away while his ass stings 

•At most he's confused 

•He just goes back to work 

Bubba Sawyer:

•You were playing with him outside

•Running around, picking flowers, picking up pebbles, roughhousing

•While play fighting you slap is ass and run away hoping he would chase you

•instead he stands for confused 

•after an awkward couple seconds, you realize he's not going to chase you, So you walk back to him 

•You ask if He's okay and realize his eyes is watering 

•After a frantic apology and check over You managed to figure out that he's not hurt 

•Bubba Just associates spanking with being bad/bad behavior 

•He was upset because he thought you were punishing him for being too rough 

•You made it up to him by making him a flower crown 

Bo Sinclair:

•This could go one of two ways

•He could be really into it OR he could freak out

•It depends on what mood you catch him in

•One day he'll think it's sexy and want you to do it again 

•The next he'll have a PTSD attack remembering his childhood 

•It's honestly best if you keep your hands to yourself

Vincent Sinclair:

•He honestly thought you did it by accident 

•He didn't understand that you were trying to play 

•He didn't react at all 

•You have to tell him what you're trying to do 

•He gets very embarrassed about not understanding that he kind of shut down for the day 

•He remains hunched over on his desk for the rest of the day 

Lester Sinclair:

•It honestly doesn't matter what you do to Lester, He's just happy you're giving him attention 

•The man is the definition of a puppy 

•He's just happy to be here 

•So if you want to play a game of Chase, He’lll Chase

•As soon as you slap and run away he's hot on your heels 

•He chases you through a field and down the roads 

•When he catches you he's out of breath and takes a second to dry heave 

•Then he'll hug and kiss you while walking back to the Truck 

Billy Lenz:

•Billy is one of the characters you Can not hit

•You think he'd be into to quick slap, but he has the opposite reaction 

•He thinks you're planning on hurting him And will either attack you or hide 

•If he chooses to attack, You're likely going to have to hold him down until he calms 

•If he hides, leave him alone

•trying to find him would be like walking into a coyote's den

•eventually he'll come back out because you're the only person that still talks to him 

•He figures it's better to be physically abused than be lonely 

•Good luck explaining that it was just a joke 

Brahms Heelshire:

•He was acting up after you told him the grocery boy was coming today

•He was whining about how you don't need to interact with him and how the help shouldn't be seen or heard

•You remind them that you're technically ‘the help’ and he pouts on the couch 

•When the doorbell rings he immediately jumps up to try to stop you 

•You have a light bulb moment

•You get closer, reach around, and slap his ass

•You almost immediately push past him to run to the door 

•Brahms is quick to follow, but not quick enough

•You swing open the door before Brahms can reach you

•He hides just in time, and proceeds to stew behind the door.

Hannibal Lecter:

•While he was cooking up some breakfast you come up behind him and hug him

•He greets you and continues to cook 

•You two have a lazy conversation while you lean your head against his shoulders 

•Deciding he's not pay enough attention to you come up with a plan

•You steal one of his knives, slap his ass, and bolt out of the kitchen 

•He gives you about a 5-second Head start before he begins his hunt 

•In that time He turns off the stove and allows himself time to find you

•He slowly starts his prowl 

•Checking doors, behind furniture, around the stairs, and behind curtains 

•When he finds you, he pounces and pulls you into a pinning hug

•He forces the knife from your hand and kisses your forehead

•”Let me finish breakfast, then I'll spend time with you.”

Will Graham:

•While on the world's most boring fishing trip (Will Even admitted this trip sucked) You watch as no lines get tugged

•board out of your mind you decide to at least mess around 

•While Will was leaning over to check his lines you slap his ass as hard as to can, which throws him into the calm river

•You howl with laughter as Will get thrown overboard 

•When he resurfaces we comes back up with a scowls on his lips, but a playful look in his eyes

•”You suck” he chuckles while you help him back in

•As soon as he's on board, he throws you into the water and laughs

The Lost Boys:

•All the boys are up for a good chase, But they all have different reactions 

•David

-Slapping David's ass takes balls

-As soon as you try to run he has you by the arm 

-He smirks and pulls you towards him

-”Oh-ho-ho, where do you think you're going?”

-If you play your cards right he'll let you go to properly chase you 

-All’s well and good before he flies at you like a hawk

•Dwayne

-He'll let you run away But as soon as you're out of sight the game is on 

-It doesn't matter where you're at 

-The boardwalk, the cave, the forest, the beach 

-He sprints and tackles you to the floor 

-”Did you honestly believe you could outrun a vampire?” He muses

-could turn playful, could turn romantic 

•Paul

-as soon as your hand collides with his ass, he shrieks 

-He playful pretends he's wounded 

-He writhes on the ground, cries fake tears, hand over forehead

-”Why should you do this to me!” 

-”I thought you loved me!” 

-Walks around all day telling his brothers that you abuse him 

-gives you love bites while telling his tale of woe 

•Marko

-when you slap his ass he lets out a moan that causes both of you to freeze 

-after a few seconds Marko whips around 

-”Tell no one.” He says in a completely serious voice 

-You know for a fact the others would make fun of him for the rest of his unnatural life 

-Every time you're behind him, he turns around to face you So it never happens again

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry this took so long! I've had a busy week!

[opossum-that-serves-cunt]

stockholm syndrome being a "rare psychological disorder" is some bullshit because I feel like it's very natural to watch a horror film and want to fuck him.

[amomentsescape]

Slashers handling ovulating s/o?? 😚

Btw I love your work so much! You’re amazing

Slashers with Ovulating! Reader

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo

Warnings: MDNI, suggestive and mature content (It gets pretty steamy but nothing too crazy)

A/N: Definitely the most NSFW fic I've posted on this page. As a reminder, I don't write smut so this will probably be as steamy as I get for my posts. But this was a fun request, and I enjoyed writing for it! Thank you, Anon!

Freddy Krueger

Your dreams give you away

(Yes, he'll watch your dreams if he's not already controlling them; there's no privacy with this man)

And he's very interested in these dreams you've been having recently

It only takes a couple for Freddy to quickly snap

You'll go to sleep one night only to find yourself immediately in Freddy's domain

The setting and environment feeling very familiar somehow

You won't see him at first, but you'll definitely feel him around you, his voice echoing around the dreamscape

"Wanna make those dreams come true, baby?" he cackles throughout the darkness

Before you'll be able to respond, you'll feel his hand slide over your waist

The question was mostly out of politeness

He's not going to let you say no now that he has you (not that you were going to anyways)

Michael Myers

He picks up on everything in an instant

Your smell, your actions, your voice- literally everything is screaming at him

Now, Michael has a lot of self-discipline

He could just go about the day like usual and not need to indulge in anything

But he wants to

Don't mistaken this for "giving in"

It's just another way for him to put himself in control

You're just so desperate for him that he can just about get away with anything he wants

A simple touch has you weak in the knees, a slap on the ass has you arching your back

He could just absolutely ruin you these next few days

And he is very much planning on doing so

Jason Voorhees

Jason is fairly innocent when it comes to this sort of topic with you

But unlike Bubba, he does pick up on your teasing after a bit, he's just too flustered to do anything back

He loves the attention, but the way you're making him feel is causing him to freeze up and blush wildly under his mask

He knows you love him, but he can't understand how someone like you could possibly desire someone like him

He can't even hold eye contact with you when you're looking at him like that

When you've finally grown too impatient, you'll hop on his lap and grab his cheek, forcing him to look at you

He'll give you a big sigh and concerned eyes, silently asking if you're sure

"Jason. I want you. I want you and only you."

Those words must have been laced with magic, because a switch flips, and he's suddenly standing up, holding you bridal style

He'll toss you onto the bed and crawl on top, suddenly more confident than earlier

Looks like all he needs is a little bit of reassurance during this time of the month

Thomas Hewitt

It might just be the primal side of him, but he can literally smell it

Your pheromones during this time of month are always consistent to the point that he anticipates this weeks in advance

He lingers around you more often than normal (which isn't saying much since he stays near you 99% of the time anyways)

He's just waiting for the moment that you'll let him take a bite

And if you bump into him just slightly, his breath hitches and he'll freeze, hoping maybe you'll turn that bump into something more

Stands a little too close to you so he can breathe in your scent

But he's also hoping it'll increase the chance of you rubbing up against him on "accident"

This only makes things worse for the both of you until you two are finally alone together

All you have to do is give him that look, and he's throwing you over his shoulder, locking you two away for the night

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is a very innocent man

He didn't even really know what the concept of "sex" was before you

So unfortunately for you, pulling out all stops will quite literally do nothing

You could stand there completely bare in front of him, and he'll sweetly think you want to shower

That's not to say you're constant touches and flirting don't do anything for him

They do, he just doesn't understand what that feeling is yet

When you finally get to be alone with him, you'll gently let your hands wander, watching carefully at his reactions

Once you hit a sensitive spot, you'll know

His breath will hitch and he'll give you this soft, pleading look

And once you kiss him, that fire inside him will quickly engulf his body

You just have to give him a sweet questioning glance, and he'll be feverishly nodding his head, grabbing at your wrists to continue

Brahms Heelshire

To be honest, whether or not your ovulating doesn't really change how Brahms acts around you day to day

Because he is always down bad for you

But he does appreciate how quickly you seem to return his advances during this time of the month

He enjoys turning it into some sort of game when he can too

You'll feel his breath on your neck, only to be met with an empty room

You'll feel his gaze on you all throughout the house without a single sight of his whereabouts

When you finally have had enough, you'll break

Turning on the shower peaks his interest

And the moment he sees that first button of your top open, he's revealing himself from the walls

You've been working so hard for him today

He thinks it's time for you to finally relax

Norman Bates

Norman knows before you do

The sweet man tracks your cycles for you, always wanting to be prepared to care for you in the way you need

But this time of month isn't one where he feels too bold

He becomes even more shy somehow, having trouble holding eye contact

Every kiss or hug from you sets him aflame, and he turns into a blushing mess

It's honestly like he's the one who's ovulating

And all you have to do is hold him for just a little bit too long and whisper in his ear to make him break

He'll quite literally fall to his knees in front of you, waiting for anything

He'll do whatever it is you ask

Like I said, he wants to care for you in any way you need

Billy Loomis

He tries to be smug about everything

You're more affectionate than normal, even doing some PDA that he's not used to from you

He just acts like his usual self out in public

But the moment you two are alone, he confronts you

He'll pin you against the door, his free hand wandering across your skin while he looks at you with dark eyes

"You think I can't see what you're doing? It's not very nice of you to be such a tease."

His voice is barely above a whisper while his grip on you tightens

His wandering hand finds the most sensitive spot on you and squeezes, causing you to let out a whimper

He smiles in return

"You're going to have to do better than that to make it up to me," he whispers, leaning in gently

Stu Macher

Look at this guy

He literally can't keep his tongue in his mouth (sorry, bad joke)

He can tell something is up though

You're more cuddly than usual, practically sitting on his lap at all points during the day

And Stu does not mind one bit, but he isn't sure what's gotten into you

You're hoping he'll take the hint, but he's as oblivious as he is happy

It's only when you straddle his lap and kiss him deeply that he understands what's going on

His hands are on you in an instant

He'll happily oblige to your "demands"

Just be careful when and where you decide to break though

Because the moment you open that door, Stu will be having you in that instant

And if he has to pull you into a broom closet in public to do so...

He will

Vincent Sinclair

Despite barely seeing the light of day most of his life, he's fairly knowledgeable about everything

But unlike his brother, he doesn't really get driven up the wall by this time of the month

He just wants you to be happy, so if being flirted with and touched every two seconds is what you want, he'll happily go along with it

Even though his face feels like it's going to burn off again every time

He won't initiate anything, but he also won't say no to anything you do

Just guide his hands and tell him what you need, and he'll be helping you out instantly

He doesn't even expect anything in return

But when you smile at him just like that, his brain might short circuit

He'll be your slave if you ask nicely

Bo Sinclair

Bo is, well, Bo

He sometimes acts like he can't tell or that he's too "deep" into his work at the moment to be bothered

But he knows

And he loves the feeling of being needed and desired

You'll come up to him, hugging him for a bit too long, your hands lingering on his chest and torso

He likes to play coy

He wants to see you break first

He'll happily make it worse for you too

Hands on your waist, a gentle caress of your neck, that piercing gaze of his

He can see your face flush and body practically tremble at his actions

But he won't do anything about it

It won't be until the end of the day when he finally comes back home to find you already waiting at the door

You about have to throw yourself onto him before that smile finally breaks out onto his face

"So impatient, aren't we darlin'? Gonna show me just how badly you need me?"

[acreepsblog]

How it feels to love a character everyone hates

[the-s1lly-corner]

Wearing their jackets (slasher edition)

I need to write slasher stuff more.... I also need to watch scream like I said I would... and other films... but alas cotl rot is too strong

Characters: Jason, brahms, bubba, Thomas, Michael

Notes: reader is gn, cold weather baby!!, in Michael's bit yoy wear his coveralls because he refuses to throw a jacket over it

CWs: none

JASON

Built like a polar bear, he's so used to the cold that he just shrugs it off as he goes into the woods to get fire wood for you

Actually offers his jacket to you until he can get a fire started to keep you warm- he doesn't want you to get sick! Don't worry about him! Especially if this is zombie Jason, the cold doesn't really.. effect his undead body that much...

Doesn't mind it if you steal his jacket from him, he takes it as you being cold- but if you explain that it's partly because you miss him he feels.. bad.. he didn't mean to take so long in the woods he promises

Even if you said it jokingly he's going to do his best to make up for his brief absence

BUBBA

let me tell you, as someone who lives in texas: the winters get brutal. Incredibly cold, he's definitely got at least one coat somewhere... and even if he only had one he would let you take it

But... please stay close to him by the heater, he knows you probably want to go do something else with him but it's truly too cold to not be able to do much else without freezing in their old house- even worse if this takes place in their new home in the second film... underground

He thinks you look really cute in his coat and he tries to let you know that- hes... a little bashful but you think it's sweet

You both probably end up cuddling into one another under the coat together

THOMAS

Once more: texas gets incredibly cold in the winter depending on the time of year and where you are. He's got a coat somewhere

Not that that he really uses it, built like a polar bear like Jason. He tolerates cold pretty well, hardly seems phased by it.. he's so laser focused on his chores and work around the house that you often find him still working outside

And he's given his coat to you because you have a lower tolerance than him... maybe you can convince him to come snuggle with you under it? Maybe? He'd hate to leave his chores unfinished but he doesn't like saying no to you

Very heavy coat, very thick

MICHAEL

Completely unphased by the cold, he also doesn't have a jacket. The best you can do is take his coveralls when you FINALLY convince him to take them off so they can be washed

Does not like sharing his things, the likelihood of him humoring you after you put them in is low. May actually take them off of you himself... not incredibly rough but there's intention to yoink them back

If you're cold then go get a blanket or you're own jacket... why steal his things without asking?

It completely flies over his head that jacket (or rather clothing) stealing is common for couples

BRAHMS

Move over give him his sweater back he's FREEZING! If he needs to he's going to wear the sweater with you in it!

HATES the cold and he's going to make it everyone else's problem, please don't let him catch a fever reader! Please!

Fire place? Lit. Blankets? Gathered. Sweaters? Worn. You're more likely to see him leave the walls during the colder months so he can snag your body heat, too

Lets it go to his head if you let slip that you stole his sweater because you missed him... hes basically hovering over now- well, more than he did before

[dreamerimpossible]

How protective would he be?

Warnings: +18 content, possessiveness, manipulation, obsession, yandere tendencies in some, unhealthy relationships, dark content, canon-typical violence.

Characters: Michael Myers, Chucky, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lecter, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Leatherface, Art The Clown, Jason Dean, Alex DeLarge, Kurt Kunkle, Brahms.

Michael Myers

7/10

He's not really that protective. Too wrapped up in his own business. However, if someone thinks hurting you is a good idea, they're very wrong. He doesn't like his toys to have other people's marks on them, so he'll defend you. He won't let anyone hurt you physically. However, he'll be a zero with emotional damage; if someone bothers you like that, you'll have to specifically ask him to do something against that person. He will do it if you ask him to, but he'll prioritize his own victims.

Chucky (Human Version)

5/10

Much more protective than his doll version. At this stage, Charles was much more impulsive, so if someone hurts you in the slightest, that person will get into quite a bit of trouble. If you complain about someone and they're not really a threat to you, he'll just belittle your concerns, but at least he'll accompany you to pay that person a visit, but his goal is entirely selfish. He doesn't do it for you; he does it because he wants to see you in action.

Billy Loomis

9/10

Extremely protective. He's all over you; he doesn't want anyone to ever hurt you. He'll do whatever it takes to make sure no one ever bothers you again. He keeps people away from you who could be a potential threat and keeps you away from people he doesn't like. He doesn't get all the points, as there will be a couple of times he won't defend you because he's mad at you and wants to show you that you're absolutely helpless without him. He'll let you suffer for a moment and come to your rescue. Your eyes of gratitude are priceless…

Stu Macher

7/10

Listen, he could do better. But he'll be pretty careless. He'll protect you if you're in danger, but if it's less serious situations, he'll overlook it, especially if it's at a party. However, if there's something that's stuck in his mind, he'll get rid of it as soon as possible and won't say anything to you. If you dare to ask him questions, he'll make you feel like you're a fool and change the subject. You learn not to ask him anything. If you specifically ask him to get rid of someone for you, he'll do it; you don't even have to explain why. But he'll expect more from you in return.

Patrick Bateman

10/10

Listen, he is, but for selfish purposes. First, you have to be valuable to him. Make him understand that you genuinely like him and can be the person he wants (you don't even have to be; you just have to follow his demands). Then, he'll protect you and show you that he's that man who can take care of you all the time, to the point that you can leave everything in his hands. If you let your guard down and give him his role as protector and provider, he'll be protective and take care of you. However, depending on him so much can't be all good.

Hannibal Lecter

6/10

He's protective about the typical topics. If someone wants to hurt you, he's there. If someone wants to hurt you in any way and in any field, he's there. However, he's not when he feels he can take advantage of your reaction. If someone does something bad to you and he feels that it will bring out your bad and dark side, he'll let it happen. He wants to see both sides of you, both the good and the bad. If you're not a person who shows both sides, he'll bring out the one that suits him. He'll play with your mind, make you dependent on him.

Vincent Sinclair

7/10

Pretty good, actually. New outsiders will arrive, and he'll get rid of anyone who plans to play with you in any way. He's quite protective of you and doesn't want to see you with any scratches. However, he'll do little to nothing if it's his brother. It's not that Bo wants to do something to you constantly, but if he's disobeyed, he likes to punish so that people continue to go down the right path. I don't think Vincent would defend you from something like that; the most he'll do is try to comfort you afterwards.

Jason Voorhees

10/10

They don't play with him, and they don't play with you. It's that simple. Everything is a threat to you, so he tries hard to keep you away from everyone. Literally everyone. His level of protection goes beyond obsession and possessiveness. It's absolutely not healthy what he does, but at least you can enjoy total peace of mind. No one bothers you, because there are no people who can do that. And if there are, they don't last long. Of course, you shouldn't talk about anyone and much less go to places that don't have his approval.

Leatherface

7/10

It's the same dynamic as with Vincent. He'll protect you if it's someone outside. He'll go crazy if they hurt you. If someone insults you, he'll get revenge. He won't let anyone get away with you in any way. But if it's his family, it'll be too hard for him, and even if he wanted to intervene, he won't. Your duty is to get along with his family and not bother them. If they start attacking you, he will not be able to defend you, as they will always be more important than anyone else. He will feel quite frustrated if they do not accept you.

Art the Clown

4/10

He's not protective at all. But he will kill them all. Yes, all of them. So probably among those victims there are people who hurt you, who you don't like, and who made you feel bad. But make no mistake, he's not doing it for you. He's doing it for himself and for his satisfaction. If you're in danger, he will kill the person who is hurting you, but I insist that it's not out of a protective instinct. He does it because he likes to see the suffering of others. If Vicky from the third movie insults you, he will laugh with her. But if he's not in the mood, he will look at her with annoyance. It all depends on his mood. Now, she can't hurt you. No. That's only allowed for him.

Jason Dean

10/10

Yes. It doesn't matter if they're together or not. He won't put you in danger, and all those who hurt you will suffer the consequences. The slightest taunt from a person could be fatal. Seriously, this guy is a real danger. You could tell him you're tired of someone, and you'll both be making a plan to get back at that person, and he'll go all the way with it. He'll expect you to be happy and content afterwards, to share his mood basically. If you're not, he won't do anything, but he'll be disappointed. And he'll show it.

Alex DeLarge

10/10

He is. But let me explain. He'll do this to make you dependent on him and see him as your only salvation. He'll be extremely manipulative, but it will still get you into his trap. You could literally be untouchable. He won't let other men hurt you or let his filthy hands touch what's his. He'll get revenge on anyone who thinks entering your home is a good idea. If a person bothers you in any way, no matter how small, he'll let them know what it means to mess with you. But make no mistake, Alex is controlling, and he'll expect you to obey him. In everything.

Kurt Kunkle

8/10

Pretty good actually. He got tired of no one seeing him, so he started freaking out. If someone disrespects you, he'll think they're disrespecting him, and he'll attack. If a person thinks touching you is okay, then Kurt will think it's a dig specifically at him. He'll think he's being told he's weak, insignificant, and invisible, and he'll start losing control. After that thing, he'll berate you a bit and blame you for stupid things. Praising him might work.

Brahms

10/10

Protective, obsessive, possessive. He literally has it all. He doesn't let you leave his house. He doesn't want anyone to take you away from him or hurt you. He's very strong, so if someone comes in, they'll never get out. You feel protected with him because really no one but him can hurt you. However, at the same time, it might get tiring how much insane protection he puts on you. He will see threats everywhere, until there comes a time when you don't talk to anyone close to you. You only have him.

[pumpkinpowder]

I absolutely LOVE you’re posts, especially the RZ Michael myers and Thomas hewitt ones, you make me so happy I have some of you’re art saved just to stare at it when I’m sad and need some slashers to cheer me up, could you ..(if you wish since I can’t pay u sadly :C) draw them together? It’d make me so happy seeing my two big boys together(please and thank you!!)

Anon, thank you so much 🥹🧡 so happy you like my work of these two! Decided to make them hug Y/N because I’m a slut for fluff

[slasherhaven]

Slashers with a significant other who is a cam girl and wants them to be in one of their videos? 💃

2 posts in 2 days who do I think I am? See ya'll in a year! /j

CW: NSFW

You do Cam Work and Ask the Slashers to be in your Videos:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is pretty conservative when it come to sex and such, but he's come around to your cam work, especially since you let him help with the details.

You like when he picks what you were or what scene you might do. You made Thomas feel like a part of it and that made him comfortable with it.

Still, he's very surprised when you ask if he wants to do a video with you. He refuses immediately and you respect that.

You ask again a while later but with more details. Like nobody would know who he was, you would keep his face out of the shot, and the two of you will do whatever he is comfortable with.

Your first video with him is of you riding him. His head isn't in the shot but the rest of his frame is. The size difference goes hard and your audience agrees.

Thomas is a flustered mess when you sit to read with comments with him. Everyone is talking about the new man in your video, gushing about how big he is and how attentive he is. Even with his size it seems your audience could sense his gentle soul, commenting on the chemistry you both have and how they would love to see him again!

Thanks to all the lovely comments, Thomas agrees to do another video even if he doesn't see himself putting his face on camera any time soon.

Michael Myers

Michael honestly does not care that you do cam work.

When you first ask him to be in a video, he pretty much ignores it.

But when you ask again some time later he doesn't see why not.

As long as his face isn't in the video or anything, you can film it, he doesn't really care.

The videos you make with him afterwards are pretty similar to your first video with him.

Usually you bent over while Michael fucks you to tears.

Michael is barely in the shot most of the time. Sometimes it just a close up on you, other times it includes Michael but only ever getting at high as his chest.

Everyone is obsessed with your mystery man. Where did he come from? What was that scar from? Can we see more of him please!!!

Jason Voorhees

We all know that Jason's comfort levels with sex is extremely low and it takes a while for him to become comfortable with physical intimacy. So cam work is certainly going to take some time for him to come around to.

And once he's become more comfortable with that, it's going to take a whole lot longer before he feels comfortable being in a video.

When he does decide to give it a go, he is a real hit!

He refuses to show his face on camera and you do whatever it takes to make sure he is as comfortable as possible.

Before Jason says you can use his name in videos and descriptions, your audience referred to him as 'the gentle giant', which is completely accurate!

No matter your usual content, Jason is nothing but gentle with you when he's in a video.

Brahms Heelshire

Watches your videos over and over again, he loves them. He'll watch you record them and watch them later once you've posted them. He can't get enough.

He's already got his pants off when you ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. You end up fucking even though you're not filming it.

He actually doesn't have much of a problem with having his face on camera. He's still a little insecure about his facial burns but you have alleviated most of that by this point.

And after the first video and he reads all those positive comments. Some are as horny for him as they are for you.

Fully embraces his new pornstar identity. He's insufferable.

He'll be in any video you want and your audience love watching you take care of your needy brat.

Bo Sinclair

Bo is in fully support of your work, it brings some money in and he gets to watch your videos. Even if his possessiveness still often gets the better of him. Whenever he reads comments of people praising you, Bo has an insatiable need to bend you over something just to prove a point.

Gets all cocky and arrogant when you ask if he wants to be in a video.

Needless to say, he agrees to do it.

And he takes to it pretty easily. He knows how to get all of his favourite reactions from you, how to get you pleading and begging for him, and he wants everyone watching to know.

Bo is arrogant and always smirking when the camera is on but it performs well.

He likes to how the camera and film himself entering you. He really does have a terrible ego.

Vincent Sinclair

It gets Vincent flustered, he could admit that, but he appreciates the artistic side of it all. It takes more effort and consideration than one might think!

He likes helping you get ready for a video and taking care of you afterwards.

He's hesitant when you first ask if he wants to be in a video. A part of him wants to do it with you but he's not confident enough in himself.

But he loves making you feel good and at this point he knows he's good at it, so he gives it a try. You can film them without posting them after all, like practise runs.

He may never show his face but he doesn't mind having his body on camera. Sometimes he even just hides his face with his hair instead of keeping his head out of the shot completely.

On Vincent's more self-conscious days, he'll film close ups of him fingering you instead.

He's very good with his hands and your audience agrees. They are very jealous of you.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is pretty neutral on your work, but of course he absolutely loves your videos.

He's mostly just surprised and flustered when you first ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. He thinks you're perfect so he understands why people would want to watch you, but he doesn't really see why people would want to watch him.

But he still agrees to it because he's your biggest supporter!!!

Your audience love the chemistry and intimacy between you both, leaving comments about how real your videos feel.

The videos that perform best are usually the ones where the two of you forgot you were even filming, just giggling together and enjoying each other. Lester gets all nervous and shy when the camera turns on, which is adorable, but forgetting that the camera is there really does help him perform better, the sweetheart.

Your audience love your more thought out and planned videos but appreciate the occasional more relaxed video with your sweet boyfriend.

Bubba Sawyer

Super flustered by your work but he's supportive.

Is super surprised and nervous when you ask if he wants to be in a video.

He agrees to give it a try once you explain that you can always delete it and nobody has to see it if he changes his mind or doesn't like it.

Bubba is just a big sweetie really, and you know just how to turn him into a squirming, blubbering mess.

And your audience love to watch you do it!

In later video's you do, you use the viewers' comments to fluster him even further. Using all the kindest and sweetest comments that say how lovely he is .

Come on, Bubs, they love you, they're being so nice. Why don't you say thank you?

Billy Lenz

Billy loves watching your videos and when you ask if he wants to be in a video with you, he is so excited!

He's completely down to make some home videos but he's a little unsure about putting it online for other people to see.

So you make it so his face isn't visible and let him watch the final edit before uploading it. He thinks it's so hot, he can't say no.

Honestly, you could do really well with just audios alone though. People will go wild for it. Billy unable to keep his mouth shut, all those desperate moans and whines and noises, the sticky wet slapping of skin. Honestly, a video element is just a bonus at this point.

And who gets off to the video the most? Billy obviously!

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa monitors your accounts anyway, even if you don't know it. He wants to know what you're posting and how people are responding. Don't want any bullies or trolls, right?

He's probably tried to manipulate you into suggesting it anyway.

He doesn't have much of a problem with your cam work, he's just a possessive bastard and would love to claim you in front of your entire audience.

The mask stays on!

Okay, he designs a new mask to avoid any chance of self criminalisation but whatever.

You two can make it big in BDSM communities.

Ties you up, blindfolds you, gags you. Whatever he feels like, but often seems to focus the camera on your reactions rather than on what he is doing to you. Studying his favourite little specimen.

Your audience already adored you of course, but they also love this new Dom you brought it.

There is no doubt as to who you belong to now.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Obviously Jesse has no problem with being on camera and he already has a pretty big ego, so he'll probably even wear the Chromeskull mask. It's his signature whether it's for his snuff films or your cam work.

Like Asa, you do absolute numbers in the BDSM community. Everyone is very pleased with his fully suited up, masked Dom that you brought in.

He already has his Chromeskull persona all fleshed out so he just brings that energy to your videos.

He's a sadistic Dom and you might have to upload an Aftercare video at some point just to reassure your more loyal audience that you're alright and always well taken care of afterwards.

Otis Driftwood

Is obviously a fan of your videos and isn't going to stop you from making them. You aren't actually fucking anyone else, so he's cool with it. And if he feels particularly jealous or possessive at some point, he knows he's the only one who can actually pin you down and have his way with you.

Oh yeah, he's down to make a few videos with you. He's probably got some old tapes of his own somewhere, long forgotten. He's not shy.

Says the filthiest shit, it kinda becomes his think on your platform.

Otis can be absolutely disgusting but, fortunately, there is an audience for that and they flood to your videos.

Calls you all sorts of names, asks you if you get off on knowing everyone is going to watch him fuck you. That everyone is going to see all the things you let him do to you.

Baby Firefly

Baby loves that you do cam work, she loves performing. She happily does your hair and makeup, she helps you pick out costumes and which toys you'll use in that video.

Hell, she's even filmed a video or two for you!

She's your number one supporter so of course she jumps on camera as soon as you ask if she wants to be in a video.

The two of you are all dolled up and she's magnetic, the audience love her as much as they love you.

The two of you are absolute menaces if you decide to do a livestream, pulling in huge donations because Baby is going to pout and taunt. Why should the two of you put on a show if they're not showing their appreciation properly?

Baby is the type to respond to very low donations with "it's alright, you can just say you're poor". She never promised to play nice and she just thinks you're worth more than that!!!

You end up apologising for her.

People are into it though.

Yautja (Predator)

Your mate doesn't quite get it but he's cool with it.

Is hard as soon as you ask if he wants to be in a video. Yautja's aren't very conservative or prudish when it comes to sex and nudity, so you weren't too surprised.

He loves the thought of taking you, of claiming you, and everyone knowing that you're his mate. That he's a worthy mate for you.

Even when he's a regular feature in your videos, he doesn't completely understand it, he just knows he's into it.

Everyone loves to watch you try to take him fully, the struggle, the determination, the satisfaction when you manage it.

You have cornered the Monster Fucker market. They don't know if it's real, if it's a very elaborate costume, or very realistic animation, either way they are eating it up.

All the other performers who use alien dildos and such are super jealous, obviously.

[semiweirdshipper]

Why do I make these memes?

[mx-pastelwriting]

hi how are you hope you are well

I wondered how the slashers would react if you hugged them from behind (^-^)/

Oooooo I like this one its so cute to imagine!

I would definitely want to make a full post later down the line with this prompt! As I'm not taking request for full posts at the moment. But heres a bit of what I think!

Slashers x GN! Reader

Summary: Prompt up top^ Small Headcanon!

I'm not open for requests, but little asks on thoughts on something is okay~

Thomas Hewitt: If it were the first time, he would jump a bit, but when realizing it was you, he would melt in your arms. He is such a gentle giant when it comes to love. Learning from it, he would do the same when he caught you with a turned-back.

Michael Myers (78 Michael): Would not understand what you were doing or trying to do. When asking what he was doing by the tone of your voice, he would understand it was another show of affection. Still working on getting used to the feeling of love and how it works, he slowly looks forward to you coming up behind to hug his waist. Little by little, considering trying it himself.

Jason Voorhees: Ticklish, for sure. Hearing him laugh a little as he squirms at your arms wrapped around his waist. Leaving you to tease him a little about it. When doing it again, you learn to do it quickly, making it less ticklish. Jason would only attempt it when having come home and cleaned up, not wanting to get mud and sweat onto you.

Brahms Heelshire: Would love it. Really love it if you get what I'm saying. Putting aside his touch-starved state, he would beg for you to do it again after that. Rarely does it to you, wanting to be the one receiving the hug. Tall man is needy.

Bo Sinclair: Spooked by it. Makes him blush hard, worse when you kiss his neck or back, making his face burn a hot red. Though rarely lets you see him in that state, Bo loves it from the first time you do it. Does it to you as well, attacking your neck and shoulder while chuckling.

Vincent Sinclair: If it wasn't for Lester's romance movies or Bo's special movies, he would have no idea what you were doing. Understanding mostly from Lester's movies to be a loving act, he smiles under his mask, though continues to do what he working on. Moving less to not spook you into letting go.

Lester Sinclair: Getting all blushy and mushy about it. Stopping what he was doing just to melt in your arms. Asking if you could just stay like that for a little longer. It would become a daily thing for the both of you taking any chance to embrace each other.

Hannibal Lector: Wouldn't physically react, greeting you as it happens and smiling, loving every one of your affectionate acts. Continuing to work on whatever he was doing, allowing you to hang onto him, whether in silence or talking about each other's day.

Will Graham: Would chuckle at you hugging him from behind, feeling as his muscles relaxed against your touch. Preferred to let the air stay quiet, with your arms warped around his waist, feeling the fabric of his flannel shirt smelling of aftershave and dog.

I didn't proofread this one too much, but I did put it through a grammar checker, so if there are any mistakes, blame Grammarly.

Hope you liked this little headcanon!

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