#murder house hcs

[violet-harmon2011]

[zoebensonsgf]

violet harmon hcs

a/n - i think it's tragic how hardly anyone writes for violet any more ☹️

definitely considered a weird girl

a lot of people in her middle school absolutely despised her

mainly because of how blunt she is

trinket giver

can't go anywhere without headphones

before she died, she liked taking a lot of walks

would absolutely despise tiktok

would also claim she's "too cool" for social media

Tate proceeded to catch her ass girlblogging on tumblr

most likely started smoking in eighth grade

has probably tried weed before

she didn't like it

her favorite holiday is halloween

obsessed with horror movies

speaking of horror, she also had an obsession with creepypastas and vampires

at some point in seventh grade she was wishing that ticci toby would take her ass to the slender mansion (me too girl, me too)

loves spotify

also has extremely long playlists for the most random things

I have a feeling she'd be really into riot grrrl and goth music

her favorite artists are probably the cure and jack off jill

also im pretty sure it's canon that she likes the kinks but idk what subgenre that is bcs I don't listen to them

has probably dressed up as lydia deetz or a witch at some point in her life for halloween

[misscherrys-world]

Showering together

Kai Anderson fluff.

It’s pure and clean, just a silly thought I had yesterday when I took my shower with new products. Also English isn’t my first language.

𝔐𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔢 𝔳𝔲𝔢

I walked down stairs slicking my hair up in a bun, coconut oil smell filling up the air while I headed to the kitchen. Kai was supposed to be out today so I took advantage of this moment to take care of myself a little before he comes back. I always take care of my looks and smell.

“What are you doing?”

I jumped slightly clearly was taken off guard. I looked behind me to the blue hue sitting on the couch chewing on god knows what.

“Why do you smell like an island?”

I panted trying to calm myself from the scare I just had.

“I’m oiling my hair.. you were supposed to be out. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

He titled his head slightly “Oiling your hair? What the hell does it supposed to do?”

I sighed and leaned over the kitchen counter. “It what makes my hair shiny and soft.”

He stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen counter with a frown. I thought he despised how I smell right now.

“Does it work on my hair too? It wouldn’t affect the color, right?”

I was dumbfounded by his question but I shook my head. “No, it wouldn’t.. do you.. want to try it?”

“Hell yeah! And I here thought your hair is soft genetically!”

“Okay fine here..” I gave him the bottle. He looked at it then at me. “What?” I asked confusingly as he looked at me without saying a word.

I smiled with realization. “You want me to do it for you?”

“It’s not like that.. I just don’t know the right amount and stuff you women do” He replied smugly trying to hide his true feelings. He wanted to feel my hands working their way through his hair tenderly, massaging his scalp and his nape.

After 2 hours I took him to the shower with me to wash it off.

“Stay still I have to wash it very well.” I opened my expensive shampoo bottle. The heavenly scent of it filled the bathroom as I massaged his hair with the white frothy product that coated my palms.

“I didn’t know you got that expensive shit they’re trying to convince people to buy, it’s a total scam!”

“It’s not a scam, Kai. It’s a shampoo that won’t fry your hair off. You will see after the shower.”

He huffed as we both waited 15 minutes for the hair mask to work it’s magic.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this! I have important stuff to do! I have followers waiting for my instructions!”

“Come on, it will be worth it, trust me.”

I dried his hair with the hairdryer after I sprayed the heat protectant all over it. “You didn’t have to force me on using that lotion over my body I feel like a glazed mess, everything is slippery.”

He continues complaining about everything but I knew deep down he was enjoying the luxury and royal treatment.

“We are done, Kai. Tell me how to you feel?”

He groaned “Finally!” He opened the closet to wear something nice and clean. I made sure all of his shirts were clean and ironed.

I sat in front of the dresser’s mirror combing my hair when he reached out for my chin and pressed his lips softly against my forehead then cheek. This is his way to say thank you to me when we are alone.

“Next time you do this make sure.. I’m here.. okay?”

I smiled warmly at him knowing that he really like it. I nod my head assuring him that I will take care of him.

He left the room heading to the basement where he had a meeting with his little minions. He’s in a good mood.

[msookyspooky]

Random thought:

Bo could have piercings and tattoos under his clothes to match that random gothic ring he wears and his taste in Metal music like Dried up, Tied up and Dead to the World by Marilyn Manson in the gas station scene.

So I repeat with emphasis:

HE COULD HAVE NIPPLE PIERCINGS AND A FUCKING BACK TAT AND WE WOULDN'T KNOW. He wears nothing but long sleeves, never takes his shirt off in the movie even when injured, and there is a decade gap between the Sugar Mill shutting down/murders slowly starting and the movie but also a decade or more gap between Bo being a teen and him being 27 or so when the Sugar Mill shuts down then 37 when the movie starts.

We literally have no idea about anything about him but yallternative Bo with his southern charms and possibly alt music taste and style is taking over my brain like rabies.

[spookievan]

halloween date <3

[yandereunsolved]

Roses are Red; Violets are Blue - ,, yandere pre-death Tate

cw(s): yandere themes, suggestive themes, mention of cocaine, Tates actions (the lighting of a human on fire & a school shooting) a/n: Tate is aged up here and is in college instead of high school. He dies at age twenty-one instead of seventeen, because it feels weird to write an older teen as a romantic yandere. Mentions of Violet— she's eighteen and a senior in high school.

✧ You both grew up together, sort of. You were always someone Tate could never talk to. He was a bit too scared to speak with you. You just seemed so perfect, and he was not. You moved into his neighborhood when you both were much younger. His hellish 'mother' didn't like your family for a reason; he never quite paid attention. It was something about you all not being holy enough. About how you were going to corrupt her perfect golden son. There was nothing you taught Tate about himself that he wasn't bound to figure out. He learned about boners after peeping through your window one night while you were changing after a shower. He learned the true meaning of the words 'I love you' after he overheard you speaking of how excited you were for the new Nirvana album. You even taught him how to follow people and not get caught by that person or the authorities. All this, and he still hadn't had a proper conversation with you yet.

✧ You legally started your friendship relationship sometime early in your freshman year, on October 30th, 1991. It was just something else that made him fall head over heels once again for you. He was having an already shitty day when some athletic losers began bullying him. He was getting pushed around for the umpteenth time this week when he tried to fight back. He got knocked on his ass and a nose that was both broken and remarkably bloody. You rushed over and offered to help him. He brushed you off and was a bit snappy; he still regrets that to this day. He just didn't want you to see how desperate he was for your attention. He craved your touch. If it weren't for all the blood on his face, you would have easily noticed how flushed his face was from just being in your vicinity.

✧ You offered to take him to the nurses office, and he 'begrudgingly' agreed. He was bouncing on his heels in his mind, and he swears that his nose bleed got worse. You even offered to help him walk there if he was dizzy, and naturally, he leaned on you. He even took a whiff of your scent near your neck. He had to resist nuzzling into you because you just felt so warm, like home. Like a home he never had. He asked you to stay even after the nurse said you could go back to class. He'd made up some lame excuse about you being a witness and him having to report it. Such a fucking lie. None of the administrators would give a shit. Everyone in this godforsaken college is an adult. So 'bullying' doesn't exist, apparently. At least the college is near both of your houses.

✧ That's the best part. This is your first real interaction, and you are already inviting him over. You feel bad that his nose got sprained and that the nurse had to reset it. So you—

'Oh my god, you called me cute!? You said you saw me around the neighborhood all these years and were too shy to talk to me. You've always been so shy. You've always been someone who needed someone to take care of you. You'd take care of me so well. We could happily take care of each other. Wait, sorry. I'm rambling too much. Iris, get back with the headcanons before I go on about them for another three hours.'

Made sure that he didn't get left alone. You heard from around the neighborhood that his mother is kind of nuts. So you thought he would be the same, but he's actually kind of awkward and distant, and sweet. You two spent the entire night together and ended up having a sleepover. Tate likes it a lot more when the sleepovers are consensual and not him climbing through your window, crawling into your bed, cuddling into you, then leaving you right before you wake.

✧ Something you have to know about Tate is that he is undeniably a pervert. Constance ruined any chance he ever had to take a girl out on a date. Then, when his casual interest turned into an obsession, he was able to sneak out without alerting her. So just being around you makes his mind run wild and his hands perspire. He steals your undergarments the most—it doesn't matter what they are. It could be anything from a lacy bra to a pair of men's boxers. He always steals your oldest items because your scent is ingrained into their very fabrics. He hides the items he 'borrows' from you in a box behind a brick in the basement. He goes down there every night and inhales your heavenly scent. His eyes roll back in his head, and suddenly he has a problem that he has to take care of.

✧ That's not where his perverted nature ends, either. He suddenly became very interested in photography. He buys a secret camera to use whenever he 'sees' you. Whenever he watches you when you aren't aware. He takes photos of you doing the most mundane things: exercising, cooking, working on homework, walking, breathing, and blinking. He also takes photos of you while sleeping, getting out of the shower, stretching, and wearing those skimpy little clothes of yours. It makes his mouth water fervently. The photos quickly pile up. He keeps the physical photos in the same box behind the same removed brick.

✧ He buys you more pretty clothes. Most of them are revealing, but you seem to like that. At least that's what he's seen in you in your private life. Of course, you don't know they are from him. He's too insecure for that. So he wraps them up all nice and pretty and leaves them on your bed. He always writes down 'your secret admirer' on the packaging. He opens your window when you and your family are gone and leaves them then. If he is feeling more confident, then he'll open your window and put the package on the floor. You start locking your window after that. So he's constantly breaking the lock on your window. When the family gets the police involved, he gets extremely upset. He begins to ignore you, so you know exactly how he feels when you ignore his gifts and say it's from some 'creepy stalker'.

✧ You are understandably confused when one of your closest friends begins ignoring you. You think he might be scared of the fact that you have a stalker. It makes you desperate. You don't want to be left alone. You need your friend. That makes Tate all giddy inside. He gets to stay near you whenever he wants. As much as he pleases? You seem so scared of some hypothetical boogeyman. It's just sweet ole' him! Not that you know that. He understands, though. He'd be pretty upset if some random man started doing the things he's doing for you. No other man could be as devoted to you as he is.

✧ Slowly, the number of your friends and close family dwindles. Each of your friends either cuts contact with you or disappears altogether. Now, now, Tate has put so much effort into this for you. It wasn't easy. It wasn't something he could pull off on his own. He had to scrounge around for as much money as he could to hire a hitman on several occasions. He stole the money from his mother's various rich and fleeting boyfriends. She would use them up soon enough anyway. So there's no reason for him to care about their financial well-being. Besides, he is doing it for a noble cause—a war is yet to come.

✧ He takes a different approach when it comes to isolating you from your family members. He will get along well with your family. Insert himself as a shy, college kid that lives down the street and is best friends with their child—their only friend, really. His mother picks up on this and is immediately displeased. Of course she has only scratched the surface of the iceberg that is Tates twisted delight.

"As long as you don't fuck that godless slut, I suppose you can be around them."

He wanted to snap his mother's neck right then and there. Lucky for her, he had other plans. He inserts himself into every facet of your family's life. He slowly learns the skeletons in your family members closets. Did you know your cousin once had a lewd dream about your partner? Did you know your grandfather cheated on his spouse not once but twice? Did you know your Aunt once tried to poison you? Did you know? Did you know? Did you know?

Some of those may have been slightly exaggerated or entirely made up, but you completely trust him, so what is there to worry about? 

Soon enough the only one you trust is Tate.

✧ You connect the dots somewhat, but at this point, you don't quite care. You just want this stalker to stop. You just want Tate. When Tate learns his feelings are somewhat reciprocated, the stalkings become less frequent. After all, if he is always allowed to be around you, then he doesn't have to stalk you anymore. 

✧ He starts giving you love notes after the two of you begin dating. The stalker fades into the background, and suddenly only Tate is there. He is perfect for you. He is your dream boyfriend. He writes these cheesy and poetic letters about his adoration for you. Some of them are creepy—really creepy. You can look over that, though. It's just Tate being Tate. He was never confident enough to share them with you while he was just your 'creepy stalker'. Now he gives them to you freely. Sometimes they are just little doodles. Other times, they are cheesy words. Occasionally, they do have a tendency to get a bit violent. 

'Me & U 4ever.' '1+1=Let Me Fuck You Up' 'Love you more than Kurt Cobain' 'Let's go to a music festival and have fun~ ;)' 'Wanna sneak out later when your parents aren't home?' 'Is that bitch bothering you again?' 'Commit arson?' 'The thoughts are back.' 'Need you' 'I just want to keep you in my pocket and then lock you in a cage that only I have the key to for all eternity.'

✧ Everything was perfect until it wasn't. For some reason, you started distancing yourself from him. You had found a new friend group. You had found someone more healthy than Tate. Tate's hold on you was beginning to crumble. It was like he was trying to hold your disintegrating heart in his hands. You weren't spending every single moment with him. Whether this was actually happening or if this was just his paranoia is unknown. It got to him, though. It got to him worse than anything else could.

✧ He lost it one day. He snapped. It was a comment that his mother's new boyfriend made. Well, multiple comments. He found a secret collection of your things. He had done a bit of digging and began to learn just how unhinged his girlfriend's son was. Instead of immediately reporting him to the police, he confronted Tate instead. He threatened him with calling the police. He said that he was going to tell everyone about how much of a freak Tate was. He was going to tell Tates, dear mommy, that her golden child was actually a depraved, perverted loser who got off on stalking his partner.

✧ He needed to be gone. That was the one thing that ran through his mind. They had gotten into a screaming match that night. Luckily, no one was home except them and the ghosts. The energy was charged and electrified. The Murder House had set its sights on its next victim, and it was more than eager to swallow him whole. The devil in his mind didn't whisper any longer; he shouted. He spoke in a loud and commanding tone and told Tate exactly what to do and when to do it. How to win your affection back.

✧ He snorted a line of cocaine and grabbed his rifle and some gasoline. He lit that fucker up at his work. He was no longer his mother's boyfriend. He was just a charred corpse. He had one problem taken care of. Now, just one more stop—your college, our college. He needed to get rid of those little friends of yours. So, he did. Every single one of them he shot dead in front of you. He looked you straight in the eyes and pointed the barrel at your head. There was no restraint or morality in his hazel eyes. There was only darkness—a certain unhinged spark you had only seen in fleeting moments. Now it was a mighty flame, and it was coming to burn everything you knew to the ground.

✧ He made you beg for your life. He made you like it. He took you right there at that table and acted like it meant nothing. He kissed you deeply and dug his fingers into your living flesh. He knew it would be the last time he would have you in such a way—as long as he was living anyway. You were covered in bite marks and his residue by the time the cops came. 

You heard the next day that they shot him multiple times. You had mixed feelings. They had asked you if he had your consent. You said yes. They didn't believe you. You didn't like that. You didn't like that you liked it so much. You hated yourself for it. You couldn't help but admire the marks he left on you. They were like pieces of art. They'll fade, but the feeling of his fingertips ghosting your body in the most intimate manner won't.

✧ He gets extremely lonely; boredom overtakes him. He still has that box filled with your things, so he's always going through it. It's almost sadistically hilarious. He started with only his fantasies, and now they are the only thing he has again. At least he now knows what your skin feels like and how you taste. You have those things to keep him company. Not to mention, some of your clothes still smell like you. They're his comfort items. If any entity in the house tries to touch them, he will have an immediate meltdown. So, they've all learned to leave him alone when he's having his private time—his fantasies of you, him frenzily groping the cloth like it were your own soft, tender, plush flesh. 

✧ He was surprised when you came to visit the house once again. Tate revealed himself immediately and hung on to you needily. He peppered kisses all over your face and neck. He was so unbelievably relieved by the fact that you forgave him. You promised to visit again and again over the years. It made his soul soar; he almost feared that he had passed onto heaven and that you were only an illusion in his mind. You both did what you always did. You seemed cautious at first, but some part of you just stuck with Tate.

✧ Many seasons passed, and you visited him less and less. You moved on to better and greater things in your life than him. He isn't exactly sure what happened to you. You just stopped visiting him one day. The entire house became a lot more frigid and foreboding after that. There would be no heavy make-out sessions that left the both of you breathless. There would be no more late nights spent talking about everything and anything going on in the world. There would be no seeing your age, your beautiful face, and your figure known only to his mind. There would be none of that. Only him. All alone...

✧ Now, after all these years, he admires a girl who reminds him of his first love. Those tendrils of obsessive ectasy sneak into his heart once again as he hears her name, Violet. It was like the world had regained its color—well, a singular color. One fact about you rang in his mind over and over like a never-ending church bell as he watched the new family move in.

"Oh, my favorite color? It's Violet, silly."

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[triglycercule]

hhhhidea...,,,, CUTE idea (kinda?) dust reading to phantom papyrus during night to lull him to sleep,,,, but really its just a way for him to pretend that everythings not really that shit (as if phantom paps isn't just dust's denial incarnate) and to help him NOT wake up because of a nightmare again or something

(and just because i can't resist now im imagining this with mtt. not that dust stopped reading to paps in place of killer and horror (because he wouldnt he simply wouldn't) but now the two join them for storytime. horror knocks out pretty damn fast and eventually dust falls asleep too after he makes sure that paps is satisfied with the amount he read and then killer's just left to sit there. maybe he tries to fall asleep maybe he doesn't,,,, maybe he picks up the book and continues reading but EITHERWAY,,,,,, this scene in my head so 💥💥💥😇😇😇)

[willows-escape]

Hell Hole. - Tate Langdon

Pairing: AHS Tate Langdon x GN!Reader

Summary: Secrets can’t possibly stay hidden in a home that was built on the betrayal of deceit and ruin. Tate had figured that out by now.

ALTERNATIVELY:

Violet tells you about what Tate did, and you can’t look at him the same again after.

Warnings: if you could handle watching AHS, you can handle this i thinks. Angst, no comfort, kind of a cliffhanger ending. A part 2 may be in order if requested lol. This is very not proof read pls forgive it i just wanted to write s o me th in g.

He should’ve known. Really, very truly should’ve known that he wouldn’t have been able to move on so easily. That he wouldn’t have been able to escape the wrongdoings of his past, the horrors of the sins he committed against the innocent. It was only right he was standing where he was right now, mind racing miles upon miles a second as he tried to grasp the reality painfully painted in front of him.

You, who was standing in front of him, tear stained cheeks that were burning red like rubies. Eyes puffy and undeniably sore, strained and stinging as you wiped away the salty manifestations of your grief. It broke him to see his angel so distressed, his saviour in such a state of loss and hurt. He thought he’d been damned the day Violet told him to leave for good, damned to pay for his evil ways; cooped up in the basement with the other poor souls crying for what they had lost.

But then you arrived.

Many families had come and gone before then- ones that were broken, strained and whole. Mothers, fathers, daughters and sons, infants and pets had walked the halls of the house, only to be shortly chased away not long after. Nothing ever was permanent, and nothing ever seemed permanent for Tate, not until you came along. Ben and Vivienne were done chasing homeowners out, they no longer wanted to dedicate their deaths to preventing others from a similar fate. They’d grown tired, like everybody else had. This had only wrongfully convinced Tate further that your arrival was meant to be.

Tate almost wanted to laugh at how stupid he’d been. This light, this saviour, this god, this cruel demonstration of fate, you, were just the world’s way of tragically repeating history all over again. Less in terms of casualties, but in terms of heartbreak? Tate was almost sure he was about to drop dead all over again, if it wasn’t for the sliver of desire he held deep in his heart. What if you did forgive him? Could you be able to look past what he’d done, accept it and love him for all of what he was? Unlikely.

“Violet told me,” you choked, hair a mess and clothes crumpled from the strength of your fists clutching onto them for dear life, “she told me everything, Tate, everything.”

He swallowed the fear building in his throat, eyes nervously darting around the room. He was desperate to approach you, to get closer and cocoon you in his arms and act like this wasn’t happening right now. He shouldn’t have ever come out of the basement, he thought bitterly.

“Come on,” he begged, panting even though he didn’t have functioning lungs to fill. His chest pounding even though he didn’t have a heart capable of beating. “Please, what I did wasn’t me. Believe me, you gotta.”

“Believe you? I saw your fucking picture on the articles, Tate. You fucking killed those students in cold blood,” you hissed, running a shaking hand through your hair. Your temper was rising, didn’t he have shame? Was he even sorry?

“But it wasn’t me!”

“How was it not you? You were the one with the gun! You were the one that pulled the trigger! You were the one who assaulted and killed Violet’s mother! The one responsible for two other people who are doomed here!”

“No, no not like that. I mean-“ he sobbed, “please, i know i did it. All of it. But it wasn’t me. I’m so sorry.”

You scoffed. Tate visibly winced, eyes building up with tears as he shook violently. You couldn’t help but feel disgusted, stomach turning and nose scrunching as you took in his state. How could he have the audacity to be in such despair when he’d ended and ruined lives?

Somehow, you could still see the Tate you knew in him. The Tate who wouldn’t hurt a fly, who would do anything to see you giddy and smiling, who was yours. But knowing the reality, also meant you knew you had to toss that bullshit behind you. You couldn’t feel this way towards him anymore. Your stomach turned just thinking of the monster he was under all the lies he meticulously fed you. He wasn’t innocent and he knew that this whole time.

“I’m going,” you said hastily, hands flying up in defeat as you stormed out of your bedroom. The bedroom you now realised previously belonged to the now dead school shooter and also your recent ex, Tate Langdon. “Don’t fucking show yourself when I come back.”

You didn’t entirely understand everything, I mean, how could you? You’d gone from believing you had a perfect goofy, adorably-odd boyfriend, to finding out he was dead with a criminal record and multiple bodies under his belt. At first you didn’t fully accept Violet’s babbling as she rambled off about all the suffering he’d caused, until she snatched your phone and pulled up what had confirmed your fears. The truth was right in front of your eyes, and there was no option for you to avoid it for it was blinding- and, what was more devastating, a measly google search away this whole time.

You were a fool.

“No! Please, you can’t!” he cried, hands coming up to yank at his blonde strands, his demeanour visibly closing in on himself. His body language screamed frightened, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care.

You ignored his protests, although your tears continued to stream as you listened halfheartedly to his pleas. It wasn’t your place to forgive, and you’d certainly never be able to forget.

And with those last thoughts, you stepped out of your bedroom door and flew down the stairs. Your parents were both at work, so nobody was home to question why you were so frantic to leave the house. You’d have no choice but to be home later, but everything in the moment seemed to be screaming at you to leave.

“You’re all I have! Stay! Please!” he bounded down the stairs after you, pitiful screams narrowly escaping his aching throat. “You promised me! You fucking promised me! You can’t leave!”

Your breath hitched in your throat, door swinging shut as you practically ran out of the suffocating walls of your house. Could it even be considered your home now? Did technicalities even matter when nothing that you’d just experienced was even remotely logical?

You chuckled miserably, kicking the stone littered pavement as you tracked further from the hell hole you’d just stepped out of and closer to some peace and quiet. You’d worry about the rest when you got back.

[noven-warsh]

Food for thought:

Chase said that c!Jack's in a coma -> c!Jack died -> Anti is currently in charge of his body-

-> The absolute dread that Chase has to feel knowing that there's a motherfucking demon that has taken hold of his "comatose" (dead) best-friend, and has murdered who-knows-how many people while wearing his skin.

[violet-harmon2011]

the evans as ttpd songs <3

tate langdon: i hate it here

kit walker: i can do it with a broken heart

kyle spencer: so high school

jimmy darling: who's afraid of little old me?

james patrick march: down bad

kai anderson: i can fix him (no really i can) & my boy only breaks his favorite toys

BONUS

warren lipka: the prophecy

peter maximoff: peter

alex (adult world): i look in people's windows

[zoebensonsgf]

-- cuddling with violet harmon headcanons --

requested by anon

a/n - violet definitely deserves the fluff in this. also I was going off of literal CRUMBS for this so sorry if this is ooc 😭

violet isn't the most physically affectionate person ever

it's kinda a rare occurrence when you two cuddle

more often then not, she's the big spoon

she would be very protective of you because she doesn't want to lose you

or find out you did something horrible

she's quite literally holding on to every good idea she has of you

anyway her grip on you would be a little tight

not to the point of suffocation though

would bury her head in the crook of your neck

would also try to make a little conversation

"how was your day?" with small kisses on the cheek or something

if it's a more somber occasion, such as you crying or being sad, she'd be a bit more quiet

occasionally strokes your hair

on the rare occasion when she's the little spoon, which is usually when she's more sad than usual, she would be a bit more clingy

burying her head in your chest while you run your hands through her hair and offering her words of comfort would be a casual occurrence when she's like that

anyway trying to move on from that, violet would usually be the one to initiate cuddling

as I mentioned, she's not very physically affectionate

she'd run her hands over a few scars or scratches you have if you're comfortable with it

[misscherrys-world]

Day and night.

Warnings: smut, p in v, dacryphilia, degradation. Fingering (fem receiving). Unprotected sex. Spanking (both ass and pussy) The reader and Kai are kind of lovers but Kai doesn’t like “labels”.

I got lazy checking for any mistakes so please just forgive me and pretend it’s not there.

I personally believe that Kai has a thing for spanking cunts because he’s a sadistic mf.

𝔐𝔶 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴:

I stood in Kai’s kitchen before the sink washing our dinner’s dishes when I felt his arms sneaking around my waist and his head resting on my shoulder.

“Hmm, you look so pretty when you’re playing the good housewife.” He hummed as he started planting soft kisses along my neck, pressing my back against his chest even more.

I smiled as I felt the familiar butterflies flattering all around my stomach.. those damn butterflies..

“Kai~ someone will see us~” I was worried if someone from the cult sees us in this position. Kai was the one who wanted to keep things secret between the two of us. And I didn’t question him.

“Then we have to go upstairs to my room.” He bit on my sensitive skin.

As we headed upstairs his hand started to squeeze my ass. “Look at that great ass of yours I wanna see it all red and plumbed facing me.” He whispered in my ear. Goosebumps appeared on the nape of my neck and heat rushed to my cheeks.

As soon as we stepped into his room he pushed me down the bed. “There’s only 2 rules today..” he started ripping my shirt off “The first rule, no cumming without my permission” he continues ripping my clothes off, my bra, my shorts and my panties. “The second rule, don’t you dare moan loud. We don’t want others to know you’re such a cum slut now, do we?” I was gasping in need, I always liked how strong he was. I loved how he manhandled me. “N-no.. we don’t want others to know..”

“Good girl” he started kneading my breast pinching my nibbles lightly. “Ahh~” I moaned softly, he knows how sensitive my nibbles were and he used it against me. “Tsk tsk. Look how drenched your pretty little cunt is” his middle finger slides into my folds, he arches his finger finding my g-spot immediately. My breath hitched as I tried to suppress a loud moan.

“Shhhh, good girls follow the rules.” I whimpered as I clenched around his finger. He added another finger and increased the pace. I felt the familiar knot forming in my stomach. Kai felt I was close, suddenly he withdrew his fingers and slapped my pussy tenderly. “I said you’re not allowed to come yet” a small whine came from my mouth. “Kai..” he chuckled “yes, love? What is it?” I looked at him as he started unzipping his pants. “Why can’t I cum..?” He gave himself few strokes before holding my thighs in his hands pulling me closer, positioning the tip of his dick into my throbbing pussy.

“Because my little princess. (A grunt as he slided into my cunt) it’s called taming. You can’t just go do whatever you want without my permission.” I was about to moan when he covered my mouth with his hand. He started pounding roughly never giving me a chance to adjust. Tears glossed my eyes while he pounded into me roughly. “That’s it, cry for me, show me how much you love my cock.”

Before I could cum he pulled out and flipped me into my stomach starting pounding into my drenched cunt again. A muffled moan escape my mouth as he buried my face into the mattress. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.” A spank landed on the right cheek of my ass and his hand quickly soothed the sting I felt.

“Mine, all mine.. so damn pretty, nobody deserves that pussy more than me.” Another spank landed on the left cheek, this time was way harsh so I cried loudly. “Shh shhh, don’t let the others notice how whiny and aroused you are by my cock. I can do it all day all night, my little cum slut.”

“Mhmm.. K-kai… I’m gonna.. c-cum..” Kai increased his pace as he whispered into my ear “Beg me”. I muffled a moan and I pleaded him. This went for about 10 minutes until he gave me permission to cum. As soon as I came he planted his seed inside me. “So fucking pretty. Spread your legs and stick that pretty pussy of yours out” I obeyed and once I arched my back to stick out my cunt he gave it a spank. “Uhh.. whyyy..” I cried from the sudden harshness of his action. “Don’t question your god when he’s taming you.”

He stood up pulling up his pants again. “Stay here I’ll get you something to wear.” He left me in the room trembling and crying out of pain and pleasure. With that our day was over and I got ready to leave. I wish he was more softer with me but who am I to complain? I’m lucky he’s giving me the chance to take his cock.

[spookievan]

t.langdon ; high school sweethearts.

opposites attract, studious y/n x tate! (headcanons)

doesn't really pay attention in class but on the days that you're absent he makes sure to take notes just to give them to you

possessive of you, you're only allowed to help him with schoolwork and no one else (he makes sure of it)

he lies and asks you to come over to 'help him with homework' but then distract you the whole afternoon which leads to you scolding him and you guys having to stay up late doing homework

he likes sneaking out to go sleep to your place cause "it's not his fault he sleeps better when you hold him"

he'll let you do skincare on him and complain the whole time but secretly adores it

he cannot stay up in class so you'll have you write him signs of answers to questions teachers ask him

he cries a lot when you're alone together, he tells you about his family and mental health issues, eventually falling asleep mid vent cause crying exhaust him

when he gets mad he refuses to get near you in fear of acting up on accident and scaring you away

^^ but then he comes by and apologizes using sticky notes cause he's too ashamed to look at you :(

he LOVES to stare at you while you study

"what?" you stare at the boy with a confused smile watching him blink and fix his posture before flashing a smile of his own "nothing you're just really pretty when you're focused" he whispers, "oh shush langdon" you mumble embarrassed before kissing his cheek and going back to your books leaving the boy flustered <3

[arolesbianism]

I wanna make art for my dst roleswap au sooo bad but at the same time I think if I had to deal with even a single person deadnaming Wx on my posts I would snap

[triglycercule]

So i've seen a lot people state that due to horror's circumstances surrounding his eye and the *cough* forced *cough* removal of it, its basically turned him into a zombie as he can no longer die to phyiscal attacks and if he were to be harmed, he be KO for a bit before gettingg up and continuing like nothing had happened. Do you have any clue where I could find the origin of this because I REALLY don't know if its been a rumor spread across the fandom or its been started ofifically by sourapple somewhere and I can't find it.

(btw I love you headcannons their so great)

hello!!!! thank you 4 the ask :333 alright lets get into it ‼️

from what i've seen of my scouring of horrortale content there isn't exactly a DIRECT confirmation of SAS being like "oh btw horror's immortal lul". i think that the horror's immortal unless the eye is destroyed thing came from the scene where horror's eye is put into the core to power it and then he comes back to life. one of the royal guards literally says that the eye is keeping him alive!!!! so the train of thought probably went off 4 some people that "hey since horror's eye literally REVIVED him from the dead and he's still alive doesn't that mean that as long as the eye is intact he'll stay alive?"

however just because the eye is keeping him alive doesn't mean that he can't take damage, we dont know that because nobody has actually attempted to attack horror b4!!! actually there WAS the one scene where horror paps bashed him over the head 4 a stick (the only person we've seen attack current day horror is paps 😭😭😭) BUT it wasn't like a total OH CRAP HE'S BLEEDING AND DEAD type thing (didn't pierce through his body either it was a blunt hit) like we saw right before horror got reanimated. it was probably just a bit of a headache thing,,,,

BUT ALSO just because we've never seen him get hit HARD on screen before like he did back @ the core, he is the only ht character to be able to sustain himself and deal with the chronic pain of starvation for SEVEN YEARS (snowdin has humans, toriel probably finds her own unique way, & everywhere else past snowdin it's just monster on monster cannibalism left and right) so he probably has some sort of increased defense to damage to be able to deal with that likely because the of eye since aside from it there's not much else seperating him from the normal horrortale monster (which are seen dying just a couple of months in)

personally i dont think he would be fully immortal because just. how would that work??? it's not like the core has the power to jumpstart his life a second time since he literally destroyed it???? and even if the core wasn't obliterated it would be the one TAKING power and energy from horror, not the other way around which could feasibly revive him (in my eyes),,,,, maybe it's something comparable to how boss monsters' souls survive a few seconds after they dust away but with horror's eye instead and by putting it in the suspended state necessary to power the core that achieved some sort of "temporary (permanent?) in between dusting" state 4 horror,,,,,

SO BASICALLY!!! it hasnt been OFFICIALLY stated by SAS that horror is 100% immortal, but he does seem to have some sort of increased defense to be able to deal w hunger pains & a hit from paps that would probably kill him if he still had his 1 HP from prior to the core incident. we dont know for sure if he's actually immortal immortal since horror's only been shown to take a fatal hit once and that was when his eye was put into the core, so it mightve just been a one off thing and if he takes another fatal hit, he would actually die. we'd never really know until we see horror get into a fight and get hit HARD! basically it's just a fanon theory that's supported by a LOT of canon material

[jimcornflake]

Slashers X Bimbo!Reader HC

A/N: Many ideas. Brain PULSATING with creativity.

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Michael Myers:

- Your constant idiocy never ceases to amaze Michael. When he came to kill you, you showed him in to your kitchen and showed him where the sink was and told him it was leaking, then complimented him on his “plumbing spidey-senses.”

- Needless to say, he did not kill you. It would be the same as killing a kitten with no legs: pointless and unchallenging.

- Once you found out who he was, you were scared of him at first, trembling in every limb as you asked him if he was going to kill you. He shook his head no and you smiled at him brightly and cheered.

- He loves you for your sugary sweet personality. He may look cold and unaffected but inside he enjoys how you dote on him despite his lack of ability to reciprocate.

- Bodyguard. When he’s not planning his next murder, he’s your personal bodyguard. He shadows you when you go out with friends or at night.

- He’s stiff and rigid and awkward, but he loves your cuddles. He is unable to relax in to it fully, he’ll never be able to relax fully in to anything, but he melts as much as he can in to your arms.

Thomas Hewitt:

- Immediate love at first sight. Thomas hasn’t ever seen a girl like you before. You’re clean and pretty and you’ve definitely never gotten your hands dirty a day in your life. That last part would have to change, but he hoped you would ease in to it.

- You’re kept in the Sawyer house for an obvious ulterior motive that you are purely oblivious to: to be Thomas’ wife. It was Luda’s idea, but every time he brings it up she pretends to be clueless.

- However, you do end up falling in love with Tommy, as planned. How could you not? He’s gentle and sweet and so considerate. He tries his best to keep you away from the violence of the house, but you do encounter some here and there.

- You’re his comfort person. He’s shy with it at first, denying that anything is wrong with him, but you can see right through it. He opens up to you about his face and how he feels about it, and you stop his thoughts in their tracks by giving him a gentle kiss right on his (not) nose.

Bubba Sawyer:

- If there’s anybody that loves a pretty girl, it’s Bubba! He was absolutely captivated by you and when your group first came around, he intentionally left you for last. When Drayton demand he butcher you, Bubba wrapped his arms around you and screeched and blubbered and cried until his brother relented.

- He makes you clothes! It’s mostly patchwork, due to no access to fresh fabrics, but he definitely knows how to make-do with what he’s given. He likes it when you prance around and show it off, clapping like you’re a supermodel.

- Make-up. Oh, make-up. You and Bubba have a ball together taking make-up from victims and giving each-other makeovers. You found a Polaroid on one of the victims that passed through and now it’s tradition to take a picture together after every makeover.

- There is a lot of cuddling going on between the two of you. You love cuddles, he loves cuddles, and you nuzzle in to one another constantly. If you do it in front of Drayton, he’ll gag and pretend to vomit or shoot himself in the head to make his point.

Bo Sinclair:

- At first it’s all about appearance. All Bo sees is how gorgeous you are and how good you look in everything, everywhere, all the time. But because you aren’t exactly capable of taking advantage of him or his emotions, he starts to slowly open up to you. Especially when he sees how you treat his brothers like normal people.

- You know his favorite routine after a long day of chasing people around his sham-town. Get him a beer, sit on his lap, and kiss on his face. The only exception is when you’re baking him something or waiting for him upstairs naked.

- You test his patience. He knows he’s got a temper-problem but he tries his very best with you. All you want to do is help him, after all, and he knows that. Sometimes, he does have to tell you to walk away from him with a flat expression after you’ve asked the dumbest question he’s ever heard in his life.

- Contemplates giving you his Mama’s ring everyday. You’re the only one who understands his complex relationship with her and how it affects him deeply. He doesn’t like discussing it in depth, but every now and then when you find him in the church in front of her casket, he’ll tell you a thing or two. Just because he loves you.

Asa Emory:

- You’re pliant, obedient, and dumb as all fuck. Yes, it’s very easy for Asa to love you. He never has to discipline you because when you do disobey, it’s on accident. A simple correction and you’re on your way.

- You’re very enthusiastic about his bugs, wanting to know all about them even though you can’t understand a single word this man is saying to you. You like to hold them, even though the way they crawl up your arm makes you giggle nervously.

- The dogs love you. You baby them and kiss them behind his back (he definitely knows) and mourn the loss of them deeply.

- His neighbors love you, too! You bake them things and talk to them and are very friendly, much to Asa’s chagrin. Especially since he knows that it’s mostly gross older men trying to lure you in to their home to take advantage of you. He’s very protective and won’t let you deliver your goods without him.

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