#poly!slashers x s/o

[loveandmurders]

You belong to Ambrose II (poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Hello everyone! First, I really want to thank you all for the love you gave to the first part of this story (that you can find here). 😍🥰

It made me so happy but also very anxious about this next part haha! I planned 3 parts in total (a fourth maybe, if you ask for it), and I do hope you'll enjoy this series as much as you did at first <3 <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of stalking, kidnapping and murders, morally grey reader, reader getting angry, sad and feeling guilty, some strong words, dark!brothers, very brief mentions of sexual desire and activities

Lester was good at following people without them to notice him, even if there was no one else on the road. He knew the roads by heart and his hearing was sharp, so he could guess where a car was without being right behind it. He actually parked near the forest and simply closed his eyes to guess which roads you were taking. He guessed you were at the campsite; a lot of tourists stayed there too. You were making things very easy for him and he thanked his luck. When everything seemed quiet again, he walked through the woods, just to make sure he was right and indeed, he found you sat with your people. You were five in total, but you all looked too gentle and soft to really be a problem for him and his brothers. He watched you, hidden behind a tree. His heart was clenching at the sight of you laughing. Even if it wasn’t with him, just hearing this beautiful sound once again was making him thrilled. He couldn’t wait for his hands to roam your body like they used to either.

He let you eat with your friends and he let you fall asleep under the bright sky full of stars. He saw you chatting a little while with one of the boys of the group and he had to admit he really didn’t like it. He didn’t know if he was your boyfriend or not, but he was definitively jealous. And he would need to talk about it to the twins so they could get rid of the man. Actually, he wanted everyone dead as quickly as possible, because you didn't belong to any of them.

He texted the location to his brothers.

Soon enough, the three men were towering over your group, their whole being finally calming down: you were back in their life and they weren’t going to let you go anymore. They couldn’t believe you were finally there and they didn’t attack your group right away. They wanted to enjoy the calmness written all over your face first. They always thought you were looking like an angel when you were sleeping. Vincent tried to memorise the scene so he could draw your sleeping form under the moon. Bo almost smiled, so relieved you hadn’t disappeared forever. Lester was the only one growing impatient. The twins knew things weren’t going to be too pretty after they kidnapped your group and they didn’t want that. They wanted to go straight to the moment where you would allow them to show you tenderness and to pleasure you. It was going to be so much work, so they wanted to enjoy the peace of the moment.

If only you had never left them; things would have been so much better.

If only you hadn’t decided to camp so close to Ambrose, you would have been safe.

Deep down, you knew you should have asked your friends to drive away as far away as possible, but you didn’t.

Because you didn’t want your friends to worry about anything and to ruin the nice mood.

Because you knew it was useless; the Sinclairs were hunters and they never let go of their prey until they had it.

Because you wanted the brothers to force you back into their lives, even though you would rather die than admit it.

You knew it was over when you woke up, in the middle of the night, feeling watched. You also heard quiet footsteps all over your group. You could have grabbed the little knife you had in your bag, or you could have screamed to wake up everyone, but you didn’t. You simply waited. You didn’t want the Sinclairs to have to hurt your friends or yourself. Maybe especially yourself.

You still jumped when you felt a hand over your mouth and you looked up. You recognised Bo’s touch on you and tried your best to not start crying out of fear. The man shushed you into your ear, before he took into your delicious scent.

“Shh, sweetheart, won’t hurt ya, 'kay? No need to make things difficult” he whispered to you and you nodded which made him smile “Atta girl” he praised you.

It was then you noticed two shadows moving over your friends. You weren’t too sure what they were going to do to them. You started to panic and tried to get away from Bo’s touch. “We won’t kill them. Yet. We’re just druggin’ them so we can brin’ them to Ambrose with us” Bo explained to you. You calmed down but you still shook your head at that. “I know ya want them all safe and sound, but we can’t let them go to the police, so they come” Bo replied and you heard the venom in his voice. He couldn’t hide the jealousy and the rage of his girl loving other people than him and his brothers “Time to go back to sleep, princess” he mused and you tried to fight as he pressed a tissue over your face.

You didn’t struggle for long before everything went dark.

When you opened your eyes again, you felt like you were back years ago. You were laying down in the guest room in the Sinclairs' house; a guest room that was actually yours because Trudy insisted for you to leave your belongings there, as it was your second house. It wasn’t like the Sinclairs were inviting anyone else at home anyways (or that anyone wanted to sleep in their house either). Your parents weren’t too happy about it, but you often slept there. The room was still the same with its pinkish walls and the cream furniture. Drawings were on the walls. You almost wondered if you were going to be late for school before you realised what truly happened. 

The Sinclairs kidnapped you and your friends. 

You tried to sit up but you realised one of your hands was cuffed to the bed frame. You cursed and tried to get your hand free until you heard footsteps in the corridor. You stopped breathing, waiting for someone to enter the room. Your heart was hammering inside your chest. You wanted to believe it was all a nightmare, and that you were going to wake up soon.

Bo cracked the door open and smiled when he noticed you were awake.

“Hello, doll,” he hummed as he entered the room.

You finally could have a good look at him and you had to admit he became as handsome as you thought he would be. You looked away, afraid of what was going to happen to you, afraid of him. Your whole body was tense and you cursed yourself for having tempted the devil like your mother asked you not to. You had been so so stupid.

Bo walked to you before cupping your face to force you to look at him. He had lost his smile. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. You tried very hard to not start crying. Or to not lean into his touch. His skin felt so warm against yours.

“Please, Bo. Let us go” you whispered. You noticed that the man’s jaw tightened. It was clearly not the first words he wanted to hear from you after all this time.

“Trust me, no one’s leavin’ no more” he harshly replied and tears fell down your cheeks. It calmed him down “Ah baby” he shushed as he knelt beside you to kiss your tears away. You hated how much you loved to feel his lips on your skin once again. “Ya’re meant to be a Sinclair, ‘s fate bringin’ ya where ya belong. And we’re all gonna take an extra good care of ya for all the years we had to go through without ya” he continued as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You want me, keep me and let everyone else go, please. They have nothing to do with this.” you begged again. Bo sighted.

“Ya shouldn’t’ve left Ambrose, doll. Now ya have to pay the price for it” he simply shrugged and got up. “Gonna bring ya some breakfast, baby, I’ll be back” he added and left the room.

You cried even more, knowing you wouldn’t be able to reason with the Sinclairs. You hoped your people were still alive so you could help them to escape, even if it meant you would stay at Ambrose forever.

You were tugging on the handcuff again when you heard the door being opened a second time. You looked up to see Vincent watching you from the entrance. He looked like the shy boy you met the first time. You swallowed hard. You wanted to ask him what he did with your friends but you realised you were too afraid of the answer, so you stayed silent. Vincent finally moved closer to you and knelt in front of the bed. His fingers gently traced your face, as to memorise the change in your features since last time he saw you. You let him do it and closed your eyes. He removed the tears with a sad pout concealed behind his mask. You could pretend you were still a teenager, and Vincent was quietly flirting with you through tender touches.

You opened your eyes again when you felt the masked twin grab your free hand. He removed enough of his mask to press your palm against his scarred skin. You could have stayed immobile, but you didn’t. You gently stroked his cheek and he hummed in approval, his eye closed in well being. It felt so good to finally get your touch back.

“Hi, Vinny” you whispered and he looked up at you with the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He kissed your hand. “Not gonna hurt me, right?” you asked, just to make sure. The man instantly shook his head. “Not gonna turn me into a wax statue either?” you added with a bite of your lips. Same answer. Relief flooded through you.

Forever love you. Missed you so badly. He slowly signed to you, as he wasn’t certain you still remembered ASL, but you did.

You didn’t have time to answer before Bo entered the room with a trail of food. It smelt good; you could already recognise his signature pancakes. Vincent stood up as Bo put the trail on the nightstand.

“Gonna untie ya, but nothin’ stupid, girl” he warned you and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t too sure how you could be any more stupid than you already had been. What were you thinking when you decided to bring your friends so close to Ambrose? You wondered if deep down you hadn’t wanted this. “Y/N” Bo groaned and you simply tug on the handcuff. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself now!” Bo exclaimed as his hand flew on your wrist and you stopped tugging.

“Untie me then” you replied and Bo let escape a little smirk

“Ah yes, ya��re so hot when ya’re all bossy, ain’t ya?” he teased as he removed the handcuff from your wrist. You didn’t reply because you refused to acknowledge him flirting with you, like he used to. You massaged your wrist as you sat up. 

Knowing they weren’t going to hurt or kill you, appeased you a little and you thanked Bo for the food. You actually ate it with appetite, even though the twins’ stares were making you feel uncomfortable. They both sat, on a chair or on a desk, staying silent. They shared looks from time to time, but you tried your best to not mind them.

“Are they dead already?” you suddenly asked, because you needed to know

“Who?” Bo asked back, feigning innocence

“My friends” you groaned, your stomach twisted in worry. Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten before asking this question, you thought.

“No idea who ya’re talkin’ ‘bout” Bo shrugged.

You had a very bad feeling. You turned your attention toward Vincent, who tried to look away from you.

"Vincent." you simply said "Are they dead?"

Vincent hesitated about what to say. In the end, he slowly nodded at you. 

You got up and threw the plate on the wall in one swift and yet brutal movement. The porcelain broke as you started to angrily scream at them.

“Fuck! Fuck you all!” you cried out as both the twins got up. Bo tried to sit you back on the bed but you shoved him to the side. You grabbed Vincent by the shoulders “I swear to God, Vincent, if you fucking turned them into wax statues, I’m gonna burn down your cherished House of Wax to the fucking ground!!” you yelled even more.

Vincent’s eye widened and he thought about the four bodies he had already prepared to turn into statues. He quickly nodded though. He had no desire in upsetting you even more. And god forbid the twins to think how hot and attractive you were when you were so angry… If only you weren’t mad at them.

“How ‘bout ya calm down?” Bo grumbled but it only angered you more

“That I calm down? That I fucking calm down? You killed my people!! And then you wonder why I left Ambrose and never came to you all?” you screamed. Your words hurt Bo a lot more than he could admit so his own anger rose inside his chest

“Oh yeah? Well it’s funny ‘cause I ain’t rememberin’ ya carin’ that much about the killin’ before! Ya knew what mother and father were doin’ and it didn’t stop ya from livin’ with us most of your time!” Bo argued back

“It was different, it was your parents! I thought we could all live away from this mess, but no, you both decided the mess was worth it!” you continued

“It was the only life for us, and ya know it!” Bo replied as he gestured at Vincent who looked down

“You scared me off Ambrose” you cried out

“But now ya’re back and ya’re never fuckin’ leavin’ ever again! Ya’re ours, don’t ya know it, Y/N? Ya gave us everythin’ and we gave ya our souls in exchange! Didn’t ya enjoy flirtin’, kissin’ and havin’ sex with us? Or maybe ya were just a whore” Bo replied and you slapped him. 

You didn’t even realise what you did, you just did it. Bo pushed you on the bed and Vincent quickly stopped his twin from coming closer to you. But you weren’t afraid. You couldn’t be afraid of the people you truly had loved the most in your existence, and who had always been eager to do anything for you.

It was why the brothers loved you with such fierce passion; you had the strength to call them out on their bullshit and to make them obey. They were wrapped around your little finger, but it came with a cost: they would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you theirs.

“Is that what you think of me? Great, Beauregard! But it can’t hurt me more than what you just did to my friends! And then you dare tell me you love me?” you said as you sent a glance at Vincent who felt like you pierced his heart with a dagger “It ain’t love, that might be why I ran away from you all! I shouldn’t’ve come back to the South of the country. Stupid fucking bad luck!”

Bo was about to reply to this, even though Vincent was trying to calm him down, but the door opened again. You saw Lester entering the room with a worried expression written all over his face. Things were really not going the way it was supposed to, he thought. He had heard you arguing with Bo from downstairs and he hoped he could put everyone back in a good mood.

But you couldn’t even stand looking at him after what happened. You got up once again and pushed the twins away from you.

“You know what, get all the fuck out of my room!” you yelled and you continued to push them toward the door. Once they were all out, you slammed the door shut and fell on your knees as you silently started to cry.

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(I really hope I didn't forget anyone! <3)

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PART III

[decaying-church]

I did this on my main blog so I decided to do it here too

I have many unfinished request to get through and I'm going to use polls to see what I should do next. Frequently requested (4+) characters only

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Old writing especially on Bo's and then Vincent's part. I realised that I was writing as if their s/o showcased their strength during later on into their relationship in the first three slashers, apologies.

A/n: I am no longer writing for Hannibal or any hannibal characters as I myself have forgotten my own perspective of them.

Slashers x reader who's stronger than them but doesn't look like it!

Warnings: blood and death on the ghostface duos part, very slight mentions of nsfw. But mostly fluff.

Slashers in this: Bo sinclair, Vincent sinclair and Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher (poly)

Relationship: romantic!!

Bo

It clawed at his ego, he's a pretty mean bastard and you know it 🫵.

He first thought of you as the most fragile and weakest person ever (and cutest), I mean, could you even lift a pot half filled with water?

Undoubtedly he used this assumption to 'help you' or more so at times tease you. He loves seeing your reactions and most definitely not because you're so small and kind to him, pfff of course not.

He just absolutely loves lifting you up and over his shoulder and he's definitely an ass guy. He loves ogling and smacking your ass but he won't get to that level until many many months later on. But he's still going to stare.

“Oh Bo, I think there's a rabbit under the truck!” You exclaimed to Bo as you noticed something white and moving below.

"An animal? *sighs* hold on, I'll get rid of that p-" He suddenly loses his ability to formulate words as he witnesses you lift the goddamn fuckin truck with one arm, and indeed there was a rabbit underneath.

“*gasp* it's so cute!” Bo cannot believe what he just saw. Damn, he gotta stop smoking so much it's messing with his brain. He's just staring at you as you pet the timid rabbit with your 'scrawny' arm.

He must admit he does fantasize about you lifting him up and shit, or topping him in bed. Whatever he's feeling that day, and he would rather swallow sand than ever admit that last part.... But y'know if you're up for it-

His cocky and prideful attitude seemingly making an apparent change, he would hold a cup or item you need above your head with a shit eating grin watching you get frustrated with him. Or when he would make jabs about you being too weak to lift three chairs at a time and would offer to help you. (So he could walk beside you.) But now... He still fucking makes jabs at you being weak, just to fuck with you even though he knows it's far from the truth. He loves making you seem like the little helpless princess and him being the asshole shining knight in armor.

You wouldn't mind tho would you? It's a win-win, you get to spend more time with your boyfriend and he gets to spend time with his girlfriend.

Vincent

So gentle and caring with you. He's gentle and caring with whoever he is with but your size just makes him think one wrong move and he's accidentally breaking your arm. And cause of this he can't help but be a worry wart at times and way too protective. Not budging even if you reassure him you're perfectly capable of doing something that requires strength.

During one of the dark evenings you walk with your lover in the forest, the side of the forest where there isn't roadkill so that you can breathe without torturing your nostrils. And finding some fire wood to spend the next dark hours star gazing and ranting to him while the sound of the fire crinkling and burning the wood serves as a nice background music.

Every step you take you hear the crunch of the dead leaves get crushed under your foot, both of you holding your flashlights. You have the warm and slightly calloused hand of your Vincent holding yours affectionately as his thumb brushes against the back of your hand and knuckles, gently tracing over and feeling the ridges and bumps.

You notice some fallen bark and shine your flashlight on it. "Vinny, look there's some firewood over there!" You exclaimed and shined your flashlight elsewhere, looking around more until you had shined it directly on a tree right in front of you that was occupied by a scary looking arachnid, its front limbs moving in a sluggish and relaxed fashion.

You let out a startled yelp and out of instinct your fist went to swing at the spider who somehow successfully managed to not get hit in the nick of time. This also startled your boyfriend who looked worriedly at you, his eyes scanned over to see that you were.. Fine! But the tree you punched wasn't. It has a big dent in it while the flesh of wood was cracked and damaged severely around the impact along with many splinters.

"I'm so sorry Vincent! There was a spider and I got scared!"

He almost let out a breath of relief knowing it wasn't anything serious but he can't get his eyes and mind off the injured tree. Did you... seriously do that? He gently took your hand and examined it, it seemed perfectly fine except for redness, light bleeding and a couple splinters on your knuckles.

He slowly raised one of his hands, pointing towards the punched tree. 'Did you do that?' Is what's probably going through his head. You chuckled sheepishly and nodded in confirmation. He sighed. For now, he'll worry about your fist.

Does this interaction change how he treats you?... Kind of. He isn't too pushy as he was since he now knows how capable you are of handling yourself but there's still that feeling in him, something that gnaws at his inner core for him to help you. He wants to feel useful and to serve you in any way he can, so...please let him dote over you still..? (Of course you will, you can't say no to him.)

If you want to pick him up he'll entertain you, though he'll be extremely flustered and giddy about it. He likes this way more than he should (in his opinion). How comical is it? He's a large 6'1 grown man being carried princess style by his tiny s/o. Despite all this, he still hopes you need him as much as he needs you.

Thomas

Trust me when I saw it really took Thomas by surprise. He's a really big guy and you say this little thing is stronger than him? Oh please, humor him after dinner.

He's a busy man with a lot on his plate, and you seemingly looking like the most harmless person in the world doesn't help, he constantly feels like he has to tend to you and supervise you from a certain officer.

Will usually not allow you to help him when he's working, it depends. He feels guilty letting yourself get caught up with all this but if you insist he'll gladly accept the extra hand with honest gratitude. But generally- 'Back away honey, you might get dirty.' Is what he wishes he could say.

In his eyes you're a saint, an angel. Made perfectly to fit in the space between his thighs he's sitting down and there's no flaw in the way his large hands cups your cheeks with those pretty eyes of yours staring into his – no room for mistake or complain. You're adorable.

The first time he allowed you to help him you admire your handsome behemoth of a lover chopping wood. Appreciating the rolled up sleeved that gave you a good view of his arms, his muscles flexing as he brought the axe down – after he was done with the first small batch of logs you hurried to grab the others.

Tommy watched with amusement and adoration before shifting his weight to help you but stopped as you started walking towards him five logs resting effortlessly in your arms. It didn't even seem to faze you as if it was just you were only a bunch of baby ducks.

Tommy watched in silence as you laid them out on the table, still kind of processing it before nodding his head in gratitude and resuming to chopping them up. He'll bring this up later, maybe. For now he'll focus on getting his work done and spending more with you, and your soft words.

He doesn't really care if you're stronger than him or not, as long as you love him and don't try to run away it's all good. If you want he'll stop trying to do everything for you even though he knows you don't need any assistance – he's so used to working around the house he feels restless not doing anything at all.

If you want to carry him, do it. He's all yours but please do it in private he won't be able to handle the embarrassment if his family sees it. And although he prefers to be the dom he doesn't mind it if you wanna take charge every once in a while and throw him around.

Plus, it creates something pleasantly warm in his stomach.

Michael.

He thinks he's going insane. (He already has.)

He's Michael Myers, the most ruthless killer Illinois has ever seen for the past decades. And you're saying this small creature that he's inhabited has greater strength than him... Yeah, no.

And then he sees you picking up three bodies out of the house with your bare hands while cleaning up the evidence of his the murder he left, quietly observing you. He won't admit it but it kind of irks him. He's supposed to be the one with power in this relationship and quite frankly he doesn't know the true extent to your power.

He warms up to it eventually – although it's more of he doesn't give a fuck anymore. You're not completely weak and helpless? Great, he doesn't have to worry about you as much. Key word: as much. He still does worry a lot when you're out for long hours – he's not worried you're injured or in danger (not anymore) but more as in you're not leaving him, right? Or ratting him out to the police?

Do not ever attempt to pick him up or anything even remotely close to that unless you want a glare from those void, soul-less eye sockets of his mask Or if you want a love tap on the head and cheek. If you give him enough guilty smiles and let go of him he'll let you off the hook. if not, bear the consequences. (They don't even do anything anyways, lmao)

He feels so incredibly annoyed when you start treating him like a child, telling him to go sit down or lie down in bed after he pulled a few all nighters and the fact you successfully manage to pull him back into bed: God dammit, why the hell are you even so strong and you're so small!? Grumpily he does stay put but only if you're with him too.

A man feared by hundreds, if not thousands because of the sheer power and mercilessness he leaves in trails of every step he takes in public... And then there's you, you're half his size and you have more control over him than he'd like. He'd never kill you though, not intentionally, but that will also most likely not happen.

Speaking of killing, don't think he won't murder someone if they attempt to hurt you and gets their ass kicked by you anyways. You attack, he lands the finishing blow. Don't protest, he won't listen.

Billy n' Stu

They're both pretty lean so you can believe it, if not for your given figure. They both adore it, so who cares? Billy and Stu will, eventually.

It was in the heat of the moment, you tell yourself but you remember in vivid detail the day where you saw the bloody escaping victim running towards you – adrenaline pumping in your veins, your mind immediately went into fight mode and swung a fist at their skull. You remember the sickening crunch as blood slowly pooled from their fractured cranium when they lifelessly fell down to the floor.

They first helped you with the lingering guilt first before Stu started annoying you.

''Can you punch me like that next but with a bit less-''

"No!"

Alright, no worries but now he's asking you to lift him up to reach things that he does not need help on. Maybe even just carry him and run around the house. (Don't be fooled, he just wants to be carried around like a child again.) Fluttering his eyelids at you and holding up a jar of pickles. 'Y/n, I can't get this to open!' Yes he can.

Billy, although tries to act neutral but can't help but let his thoughts wander. 'Wow... Strong girl... Can choke me...' He thinks to himself as he watches you and Stu. Not as if he'd ever admit that. He pretends he's disinterested in getting in your arms - no, he just doesn't wanna embarrass himself. But if you persist he'll begrudgingly agree. He indeed liked it.

Stu obviously takes a positive reaction, he loves getting dominated. You can take that however you like. Billy on the other hand feels conflicted, if he's not stronger than you then how will he stop you if you try to leave them or plan to rat them out? Assuming this is during the beginning of your relationship. But overtime the more he takes a good look at your face those thoughts will slowly drown away, there's no way you would, right?

The slashers will probably swoon if you agree to help them place the bodies where they want them to, like hanging them in the trees or something.

Billy keeps it more lowkey. Preferring to keep you in his lap and rest his chin on top of your head. Stu takes your strength to his advantage. When he gets drunk he'll whine and ask you to carry him to bed, and take his socks off. Annoying fuck but you love him either way. And Billy too.

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

Winner!

Billy Loomis

SLASHER SHOWDOWN

Hill-Billy brawl!

[frenchkisstheabyss]

⛧ 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 ⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst

⛧ Summary: It's Halloween 1996, you've just broken up with your toxic ex, and there's a killer on the loose. When you go to the local video store to find your next distraction, you run into your longtime crushes who have their hearts set on looking after you. But you must be careful. Not everyone's who they appear to be.

⛧ Word Count: 2.1k

⛧ Warnings: brief discussion of murder, implied possessive ex, intro to knife play if you squint, suggestive, psycho Minsung, you probably have a killer fetish, & that's all my loves. It's otherwise quite fluffy tbh.

⛧ A/N: I'm starting this series as my love letter to 90's slasher films aaaand because I just love Minsung. I'm writing this in "tapes" instead of chapters for ✨ ambiance ✨ so I hope the vibes come across. I'm already working on part two so I'll have my knives and fingers crossed you babes enjoy this one.

💀 >>> Go to Tape 2 >>> 💀

A bell dings overhead as you step through the door of Topline Video. A crowd of middle school kids dart by, nearly knocking you over in their excitement to get home with some cheesy slasher flick they definitely shouldn’t be watching. All are in full costume, wearing the kind of plastic masks that smell sorta funny when you put them on. 

The kid dressed as a goblin turns back for a second, peeling up the murky green mask to reveal an apologetic face. “Sorry, lady!” he shouts, taking your gentle smile as a sign of forgiveness and racing to catch up to his friends. “Lady?” you whisper to yourself, the door creaking shut behind you, “Great, now I feel ancient.” 

Lucky for you there’s no time for an existential crisis as you’re swept into the frenzy of the video store. The walls are packed with what must be a thousand VHS tapes. Double sided displays line the aisles with hundreds more. Every one of them is some brand of horror movie with even the most obscure subgenre present. 

Black and orange streamers travel from one end of the ceiling to the next with tiny spiders dangling from them. Giant skeletons lurk in the corners guarding jack o lanterns with flickering eyes. Every year people eat it up but this year is particularly spooky. It sends a shiver down your spine when you recall why. 

“I heard they found another leg” a red haired girl says, casually smacking on a piece of bright pink bubblegum. Beside her a shorter girl files through tapes under a large bloody hand drawn sign reading SERIAL KILLERS.

“I thought they already found both of his legs. A guy can’t have three legs.”

The red haired girl shakes her head, smiling mischievously. “That is not true. I hooked up with him once. You could for sure consider that thing a third leg.” The girls break into a fit of giggles. Dodging their insensitivity, you squeeze yourself into the Monster Movie section. 

“Hey Drac” you sigh, staring up at the Dracula cutout looming over you, “I live in a town of idiots.” “You don’t mean everyone, do you?” a voice answers back with the worst Dracula impersonation you’ve ever heard. Suspicious that it isn’t coming from the cardboard cutout, you peek around to see a familiar face stocking the shelves. 

Your heart immediately begins to flutter, a blanket of warmth encompassing you. Han Jisung. If you flip through the dictionary you’ll find him under D for dreamy. The glow of the setting sun kisses his dark curly hair, making it almost sparkle. And those brown eyes, they’re so…no…keep it together. 

“That’s a terrible Dracula voice” you tease, arms folded across your chest. “I don’t know what you mean. Bleh, bleh, bleh” he carries on, pretending to bare his fangs. Now it’s you who’s giggling and you can’t stand how easily he gets you to.

“You are such a dork, Han.”

Returning to his normal voice he only shrugs, “But that’s why you’re so insanely in love with me isn’t it?”

His words intensify the heat moistening your palms. Fidgeting with the sleeves of your jean jacket, you wrack your brain for some witty response only for nonsense to tumble out. 

“No. What? I…uh…um…early.” 

Popping a copy of Megaverse Massacre 2 onto the shelf, Han raises an eyebrow at you, “Early?”

Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you spit it out. “Uh, yeah, early. I heard you guys were closing early because of the…” 

“Body hacking psycho killer?” a voice cackles, gripping your shoulders from behind. You let out a blood curdling scream that draws the attention of a few nearby shoppers. Swinging around, your fist ready to dish out a debilitating gut punch, you come face to face with Lee Minho. You haven’t quite decided if he can be filed under “dreamy” or “asshole” yet.

Minho grins, never finding you cuter than when he’s getting on your nerves. “I’m sorry, babe. Didn’t hurt you did I?” he teases, straightening out your clothes with a gentleness you weren’t expecting. The sun’s doing that thing again. The sparkle. The glow. The radiant brown eyes searching yours, threatening to make you fall even deeper into them than you already have.

Han dips between the two of you, separating you before you rip Minho’s head off. “I’m sorry. Really. He was deprived of air in the womb. Being an asshole’s just a side effect.” 

Over Han’s shoulder Minho frowns, “Hey! Rude much?” Digging into his pocket, Han pulls out a lollipop. It’s sugar blown into the shape of a blood drenched kitchen knife. “Are you bribing me with a sugary murder weapon?” you ask, staring at it skeptically. Han flashes you a close lipped smile, his cheeks so fluffy it’d be a crime to deny him.

Snatching the lollipop you waste no time popping the wrapper off and tapping Minho on the head with it. “Hey! What was that for?” he winces, wiping lollipop residue from his head. “Sorry, babe” you grin, sucking on your tool of revenge, “Didn’t hurt you did I?” Han buries his face in his hand but it does nothing to hide the joy he takes in his best friend’s pain. 

This is nice. Laughing with someone. With them. It’s been a while since you felt this light around other people. The recent weight on you hasn’t been of some invisible boogeyman sneaking off with one of your limbs. No, your boogeyman was someone you knew well, or at least thought you did, and he’s haunted you every chance he can.

Speak of the devil…

A bell dings, drawing your attention to the door where a man in a demon mask scans the room for someone. You recognize him immediately. Those boots. Those pants. That flannel shirt you always found totally hideous on him. Your heart sinks, the lollipop in your hand tumbling to the floor.

You see Minho and Han’s hearts sink too. It’s as if they sense that any joy you’d been feeling just went down the drain that instant. Minho whispers something into Han’s ear. You can’t make out what, only the calculated tone of his voice. “Hey!” Han says, perking up again, “We’re having a movie night tonight. You should come.”

As the man in the demon mask spots you, your eyes dart back and forth between the men. “A movie night? Sure that would be…I’d like that.”

Han takes you by the hand, “Wicked. Come on, you can pick a movie from the back.” He leads you towards the backroom just as the man advances towards you. Peeking over your shoulder you spot Minho blocking his way. A quick left turn stops you from seeing what happens next, filling your vision instead with tattered old movie posters.

Passing a few of Han’s coworkers, you wave politely and they smile in return. The back room’s like a dustier, quieter version of the sales floor. The walls are still lined with tapes, only there’s no way these have been watched any time in the past decade. Through the dust you see the spine of a tape titled Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4.

“That one” you decide, stopping dead in your tracks.

Han stops too, squinting to spot what caught your eye, “A woman of taste I see.” 

Pulling it from the shelf, he blows the dust away and hands it to you. “Only the finest for you.”

You feel that lightness again. It's easy to feel it when he smiles at you like this. Such an unexpected but welcomed sense of safety. “Han, thanks for…” you start but the surprise sensation of his lips pressed to yours makes anything you were about to say feel insignificant.

With one hand still holding yours, his other hand comes to rest on your lower back. Your lips are somehow softer than he’d imagined. Even in the absence of the lingering strawberry flavored lollipop, he knows they’d taste just as sweet. Minho’s gonna kill him when he finds out that he kissed you first but nothing could be more worth it.

“Thank me by not worrying about your ex,” he says, “He won’t bother you anymore. I promise.” 

You want to tell him how much he doesn’t understand. That your ex doesn’t give up that easily. But you decide not to ruin the moment, even if letting yourself believe him feels delusional. “Jisung, we need you up front!” one of his coworkers shouts back. He hesitates, unsure if he should leave you or not.

You kiss him first this time, turning him loose, “Go. I’ll be fine back here. Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 1-3 have gotta be rotting around here somewhere right?” One last kiss and he’s rushing back up front, clueless as to how he’s supposed to focus on anything else now.

Turning back to the shelf you realize how big of a challenge you’re in for. Maybe there’s a feather duster somewhere? Or a respirator mask?

“Give it here. That has to be wrong.” Minho approaches the kitchen counter where you sit, playfully swinging your feet. He reaches for the magazine in your hand but you clutch it tightly to your chest, refusing to fork it over.

“Live with it, Minho. You are Suspicious Boyfriend.” 

“Suspicious boyfriend” Han sings, retrieving a bag of freshly popped popcorn from the microwave, “I think it has a ring to it.”

Hopping down from the counter, you skip your way over to Han extending the magazine and the pen in your hand out to him. “Your turn, Hannie.” You see the skepticism all over his face but don’t give up. All torture must be equal after all.

“I’ll take that” Minho smiles, stealing the popcorn for himself.

“Sure. Why not?” Han surrenders, grabbing the magazine and the pen. You and Minho watch on, far more amused than you should be, as Han skims the pages checking off answers to silly personality questions. Pick a country to travel to. Pick a favorite food. Upstairs or downstairs?

After a minute or two he finishes and slides the magazine back over to you. You can barely contain yourself as you assess his results. Leaning across the counter, you share them with Minho who immediately begins to laugh. 

“What’s so funny? What did I get?” Han asks looking so genuinely concerned that you almost feel bad for telling Minho first. Minho empties the popcorn into a bright orange Halloween bowl, shoveling some into his mouth. “Comic Relief Best Friend” he mumbles. Han frowns, coming to see for himself. You hold the results page up for him. 

Which Horror Character Are You?

You point to his score beneath the headline “Comic Relief Best Friend”.

“Oh, okay. So I’m funny and I die before him. Perfect.”

“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that” you say, poking at his chin, “It’s not like I got the best result either. I’m the Final Girl.” 

“What’s so bad about that?” Minho asks, his words muffled by food, “It means you make it to the sequel.” 

“No, it means that I’m boring. Badass but boring. I wanna be the killer. They have more fun.” 

Han shakes his head, a sympathetic hand resting on your shoulder, “I hate to break it to you but you’re not really killer material.” Minho takes your hand like a doctor prepared to give you some bad news, “Yeah, you just…you don’t have it in you, kid.” 

“Don’t have it in me? I do so!” you protest, your tantrum not doing much to make you less adorable. Minho moves toward the knife rack behind him, carefully selecting the biggest, sleekest one he can find. “Okay, so kill me.” 

There’s a long, tense silence.

“Come on. It’s not that hard. Just…” Minho mimes stabbing himself in the chest, his tongue stuck out sideways. “Give it!” you shout, running to take the knife away. Minho catches you by the wrist, slipping the knife into your hand and raising the tip of the blade an inch away from his throat.

“Do it” he dares, his hand tightening around yours, “Prove us wrong.”

There’s an unnerving excitement in his eyes as he awaits your decision. An excitement that doesn’t seem to want you to back away. No, it wants you to come closer. He wants you to come closer.

“Hannie,” you plead, “Can you talk some sense into him please?” Han joins the two of you, saying nothing at first, simply observing. The way that they watch you is intensely sexual and some part of you, one you hadn’t known existed until now, seems to take pleasure in it. 

Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, “Oh but sweetie, we’ve played your game. Don’t you wanna play ours now?”

[slasherx]

Welcome

Welcome to my slasher blog! My main blog is @multifandoms27-blog so feel free to look at my work over there to understand how I write and operate. My name is J, I'm 20 and go by she/they. I am also in college and am only one person, so please be patient with me. Below is my masterlist of who I will write for - this may be updated in time.

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I will write for:

Jason Voorhees (any adult version)

Reboot! Jason with s/o who loves to kiss him Funny times with Jason S/o lays on his back Calling him nicknames

Thomas Hewitt (both 03 and 06, but a preference for 06)

Relationship HC's With a distant s/o With a s/o who can sing Pregnant s/o | 18+ SFW and NSFW hc's | 18+ Meeting s/o Hurting s/o during sex | 18+ NSFW alphabet | 18+

Michael Myers (any adult version)

Welcome Home Reuinited with s/o after years

Vincent Sinclair

With a distant s/o Kidnapping s/o

Bo Sinclair

Kidnapping s/o

Yautja OC's (Len'ik, Ax, Kyp, Corran, Blue, Inara)

Introduction to my ocs

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I will write: Fluff, NSFW, SFW, poly, mlm, wlw, gender neutral, etc.

I will NOT write: Oc x canon, canon x canon, pedophilia, suicide, extreme kinks, more than four characters in something (it just becomes too much), being drugged, drugging someone else, homophobia, or racism.

Be sure to include: Gender of reader (I do female, male and gender neutral), plot, character(s) you want (no more than four per ask), and what you specifically want (fluff, angst, smut, etc.)

[eldritch-nightmare]

masterlist.

slashers and dbd masterlist currently a work in progress! this page will be updated once i get stuff out for them! thanks for your patience <3

creepypasta. 

multiple. 

favorite colors. [all]

height headcanons. [all]

age headcanons. [all]

do the others know about you? [all]

do they have any deal breakers? [all]

dom/sub/switch headcanons. [all]

how do they react after an argument? [various]

mtl say i love you first.

mtl move on if their s/o dies.

poly proxy headcanons. [gn!reader + ship]

candy pop.

sharing a fem!s/o with laughing jack.

clockwork.

with a selectively mute s/o that speaks in a different language.

eyeless jack.

thinking abt him purring.

reader gets scared and tries to run away.

celebrating the holidays.

hobo heart.

slow dancing.

homicidal liu.

dating headcanons.

falling for the same fem!reader as jeff, nina and jane.

with a selectively mute s/o that speaks in a different language.

reacting to someone hurting their s/o.

reader gets scared and tries to run away.

celebrating the holidays.

jane the killer.

general headcanons with fem!reader. [r/a]

falling for the same fem!reader as liu, nina, and jeff. [r/a]

celebrating the holidays. [a]

jeff the killer.

yandere headcanons.

with a final-girl-esque reader.

falling for the same fem!reader as nina, jane, and liu.

with an affectionate and clingy gn!s/o.

reader gets scared and tries to run away.

slow dancing.

kagekao.

with a gn!victim!reader.

kate the chaser.

celebrating the holidays.

laughing jack.

with a final-girl-esque reader.

sharing a fem!s/o with candy pop.

with an affectionate and clingy gn!s/o.

laughing jill.

reacting to someone hurting their s/o.

nina the killer.

falling for the same fem!reader as jane, liu, and jeff.

nurse ann.

with a selectively mute s/o that speaks in a different language.

reacting to someone hurting their s/o.

celebrating the holidays.

sully.

yandere headcanons.

dating headcanons.

reacting to someone hurting their s/o.

ticci toby.

w a reader who looks up to him like a big brother.

with a final-girl-esque reader.

reacting to someone hurting their s/o.

slow dancing.

the bloody painter.

yandere headcanons with willing s/o.

reacting to someone hurting their s/o.

reader gets scared and tries to run away.

celebrating the holidays.

the doll maker.

romantic headcanons. [gn!reader]

with a selectively mute s/o that speaks in a different language.

the puppeteer.

emra is the other woman. + hesitant to love. [gn!reader]

nsfw puppeteer headcanons.

slow dancing.

x-virus.

valentine's day prompt.

zalgo.

reader gets scared and tries to run away.

slow dancing.

marble hornets.

multiple.

favorite colors. [all]

do the others know about you? [all]

do they have any deal breakers? [all]

reacting to their s/o dying due to operator sickness. [all]

tim wright.

with an affectionate and clingy gn!s/o.

misc.

habit [emh].

slow dancing.

[theunderneath]

Read a few pages

Walking over to one of the tables in the room, your gaze wandered over all of the papers. You felt a little overwhelmed by all of the papers.

Jumping as a loud thud rang out into the mostly quiet cabin. You quickly turned around and sighed just seeing a book that fell off the table.

Walking over to the book, you picked up the thick novel. It didn’t seem to have any title.

Running your fingertips over the leather cover you wrapped your fingers around it and turned. You watched as the book open revealing what looked to be an index for this house.

(Some of the links for the bigger fandoms couldn't fit all here, so just click on the name and it'll take you to its own master list)

Anime

One Piece

Golden Kamuy

Hetalia / 2p Hetalia

Bleach

Yandere Aizen with a chubby Darling (Headcanon / EDITED)

Yandere Ryuken Ishida headcanon (EDITED)

Yandere Kisuke Urahara Kisses (Headcanon / NSFW-y / EDITED)

Yandere Ichigo cuddling with his Darling (Headcanon / EDITED)

Yandere Kisuke Urahara headcanons (NSFW-y / EDITED)

Demon slayer

One punch man

Most likely to least likely to give their S/O an aphrodisiac (headcanon / Sweet mask, Fubuki, Garou / NSFW / EDITED)

Garou, Fubuki, and Zombieman Darling want to play the Pocky game (Headcanon / EDITED)

Haikyuu

Nanbaka

Hunter x Hunter

My Hero Academia

FMA/Fullmetal Alchemist

A conversation about Greed being a yandere

Jujutsu Kaisen

Toji with a sassy plus-sized Darling (Headcannon / EDITED)

Poly Yandere Gojo and Geto with an S-grade sorcerer reader (Headcannon / EDITED)

Ouran highschool host club

Dress Up Darling

The Apothecary Diaries

The Ancient Magus' Bride

JJBA / Jojo's Bizzare Adventures

Darling Dearest Fashion Art

Darling Dearest Expressions Art

Black Butler

Bucchigiri?!

TV

DC

Marvel

X-men

Yandere Erik Lehnsherr with a reader that has the same power as him? (One shot / EDITED)

Slashers/Horror movies

Games

Danganronpa

Overwatch

Yandere Hanzo headcanons (EDITED)

Resident Evil

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

Other media

SCP Foundation

Creepypasta

Yandere Masky x touched starved fem reader (Headcannon / EDITED)

Yandere Masky headcanons (EDITED)

Yandere Hoodie and Eyeless Jack headcanons (EDITED)

Others

Meme about blog and post 

Yandere meme (Guess I’ll die)

Do I do platonic yandere? 

Fanart of other people's OC (ONE, TWO, THREE)

Old OC art

Old creepy art (ONE, TWO)

Meme about SCP and my blog

100 follower special

Fanart of the white dear

Self-made art of another artist's rendition of this blog username

An artist rendition of this blog username (reblog)

Me simping over another OC called Fox (art)

Shit post Hearts Day (art)

Yandere short story

Lookism

Viral hit

Manager Kim

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The index you hold in your hand closes. Your eyes feel heavy from how much reading you just did. There is not much to do now.

You could rest, maybe eat some food in the kitchen, but you have a suspicion if you leave the house and return at a later date. There might be more wonderful stories for you to read.

However, the choice is yours. You could mark this cabin on your map to return to or close the door on this chapter to continue on your journey unburdened.

The choice is yours.

[bellathechildbitch]

👾Masterlist👾

My Hero Academia:

💪Yagi Toshinori💪:

Spending Quarantine with him

Asking him out on a date

Toshinori x daughter reader

Toshinori as your father

💤Aizawa💤:

Husband Material

Spending Quarantine with him

Him having a child with autism

Him having a child that has his lazy personality

Aizawa being your father would include

💥Hizashi💥

Spending Quarantine with him

Him as your father would include

⛓️Midnight⛓️

Her as your mother would include

Midnight with a short s/o

Other Characters:

Mt Lady with a short s/o

Black Butler

🐈‍⬛Sebastian🐈‍⬛

Quarantine with Sebastian

Modern Sebastian

Having a crush on him would include

Having an s/o that loves musicals

Having an s/o die during birth

Having an s/o who likes rock/heavy metal

Cuddling with Sebastian would include

💋Grell💋

Crushing on Grell

Having an s/o who likes musicals

Grell doing her s/o's nails

Movie Date with Grell

Grell dating a trainee reaper

🪦Undertaker🪦

Having an s/o how likes musicals

Ouran High School Host Club

🪞Tamaki🪞

Tamaki having a sister who is dating Kyoya would include

Being Tamaki's sister would include

Being in a poly relationship with him and Kyoya

👓Kyoya👓

Him dating a commoner

First Kiss

Being in a poly relationship with him and Tamaki

Cuddling with him

Other Stories:

Being best friends with the twins

Kakegurui

❤️Yumeko❤️

Yumeko Hcs

💛Mary💛

Mary Hcs

💙Kiriari💙

Kiriari Hcs

���Midari🖤

Midari Hcs

Encanto

🪄Madrigals🪄

Madrigals x Reader

💛💛Dolores💛💛

Dolores x Reader

☀️Peppa☀️

Married life with Peppa

Peppa with an s/o that comes back from the army

Peppa x Wife reader

Jealous! Peppa x reader

Peppa x Reader having fun with their kids

Peppa x Wife! Reader, reader gets injured during casita falling apart

Jealous! Peppa x Reader

More Peppa Hcs

Peppa Hcs

💐Isabella💐

Isabella x Reader

The Outsiders

Dating Ponyboy Curtis

Cuddling with Johnny

Ponyboy having a crush Hcs

Being the Curtis's little sister would include

Arguing with Darry hcs

Cuddling with Soda

The boys reacting to when their s/o gets bullied

🔪Slashers🔪

Slashers Nightly Routine

Slashers with a Taxidermist s/o

▪️Michael Myers▪️

Michael with a small s/o

🖤Billy and Stu🖤

Billy x Stu

Billy x Reader x Stu

Billy and Stu in Quarantine

Billy x Reader x Stu, the reader collects Halloween masks

Billy x Reader x Stu, Color soulmate AU

🤠Sawyer Brothers🤠

The brothers if they had a sister

If you ignored them

Cuddling with them

What do the brothers think of what they do

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba with a s/o who speaks french

🪩Choptop Sawyer🪩

Choptop and Nubbins fighting over you

Chop top with a s/o who speaks french

Chop Top with a plus size reader

Chop top as a father

📸Nubbins Sawyer📸

Nubbins with a plus size reader

Nubbins as a father

🧹Drayton Sawyer🧹

Child's Play

🤬Chucky/Charles🤬

Dating him in his human form

💌Tiffany Valentine 💌

Short Story Tiffany x Reader

☠️The Walking Dead ☠️

Negan Imagine (Being Negans Daughter)

🗡️Adventure Time🗡️

Dating Marceline Hcs

PB x Friend Imagine

🐢TMNT🐢

Mikey With An Autistic Child

💜BTS💜

Spending Quarantine With Namjoon

Spending Quarantine With the Hyung Line

🏐Haikyuu🏐

Spending Quarantine with the First Years would Include

That is all I got for now! If I am missing anything let me know!! But for now I will be working on a few things I have been behind in. But I will be opening up requests again!

[ayylovley]

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₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚ 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ˚ ˑ༄ؘ

Slashers

𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤

Billy Lenz NSFW Alphabet 18+ 2020

ℂ𝕙𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪

Charles Lee Ray “Mine” 18+ 2020

Charles Lee Ray “Bloody”18+ 2020-2021

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙

Elaine Parks headcanons slight nsfw 2021

Elaine Parks and Tiffany Valentine poly headcanons 18+ 2021

Elaine Parks and Tiffany Valentine “I did it for love” 18+ 2021

Asks

S/o doesn’t know how to be in a relationship 2020

S/o washing blood off of Billy and Stu’s clothes 2020

S/o who loves the 80’s aesthetic 2020

DBD Ghostface with a deaf s/o 2020

Nancy Thompson headcanons 2020

Slashers giving hugs 2020

Jason Vorhees “Companion” 2021

Jennifer Check headcanons 2021

Charles Lee Ray ask drabble 2021

Barb from Black Christmas nsfw headcanons 18+ 2021

All Slashers with a vintage s/o nsfw 18+ 2021

Slashers that would love the 1950’s Alice in Wonderland 2021

Video Games

ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔼𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕘𝕖

Lady Dimitrescu drabble male reader 18+ 2021

Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters nsfw headcanons 18+ 2021

𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥

Miles Upshur headcanons after the asylum 2023

𝕆𝕟𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚��𝕤

Lady Dimitrescu and Tiffany Valentine “Inside the Castle” Pt.1 2022

Lady Dimitrescu and Tiffany Valentine “Inside the castle” Pt.2 2022

𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣

Joker x fem! short reader 18+ 2024

Joker x fem! reader “All mine” 2024

Wooin x fem! reader oneshot 18+ 2024

Pretty in Pink x GN! Reader oneshot 18+ 2024

𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕞

Olly Wang x fem! reader “numbing the pain” 18+ 2024

Asks

Boyfriend headcanons part 1 2024

Boyfriend headcanons part 2 2024

Gun Park x fem!reader shower sex/breeding 18+ 2024

Windbreaker characters with a lolita fem! S/o 2024

Gun Park nsfw & sfw headcanons 18+ 2024

Vin jin x short reader

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈

Sweet/Spicy prompts {CLOSED} ୨ৎ

2. Taking a shower/bath 4. aftercare with Samuel Seo

9. They’re obsessed with you after your first time with Jake Kim

8. They’re insatiable (tw; multiple orgasms) with Gun Park

2. Taking a shower/bath with you with Jake Kim

4. Aftercare with Samuel Seo & Jake Kim

7. They start to develop dirty thoughts about you 9. They’re obsessed after their first time with you with Eli Jang

4. Aftercare 5. Seeing you naked for the first time 23. They fuck you at a sleepover with Jake Kim

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[loveandmurders]

You belong to Ambrose III (Poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Hey everyone!! I'm very happy you still are enjoying this little series. In the end, it should be four parts!

If you have missed the first chapter, it's here, and the second one is here.

Hope you'll enjoy and keep commenting because it's really helping me writing again <3

Warnings : no proof reading, mentions of killing, of sexual activities (nothing explicit), of toxic love, morally grey reader, angst.

You refused to open the door for the rest of the day. 

You knew where the key was hidden so it had been easy for you to lock it up. And even if Bo could have shot the door open, the brothers agreed it was a terrible idea because you were already pretty mad at them. 

The situation was killing them. But it was better than your absence, and if they had to choose between this or you being gone forever, they would rather keep you here, no matter how upset you would be. 

You were home.

On the other hand, even if they didn’t say it, they all believe they knew you well enough to seduce you back in their embrace. After all, it wasn’t the first argument you had with them, and you always came back to them. You came back because they always showed you they were eager to make things better for you. You were the only person Bo ever apologised to, for instance, because they would do anything for you. 

They wanted to believe that things were going to be back to what it was supposed to be. The good thing was that you didn’t seem afraid of them anymore. They were pretty certain they could fix the situation from there. They just needed to not do anything that would make you feel threatened. 

They also hoped you remembered how they loved you, how they could only love you. You should know how insane and obsessive their love was. You should be able to understand why they needed to kill your friends. And it wasn’t truly to punish you, it was mostly because they couldn’t stand you around other people. You were supposed to love them, and only them. You were theirs, forever.

Bo thought he might need to also kill your mother because he noticed she kept calling on your phone. She was worried for you, because it had been a while she hadn’t heard from you. She had a bad feeling about all of this, so she kept calling. In the end, he answered it. She didn’t recognise his voice as he explained to her, doing his best to conceal his southern accent, that you were currently under the shower but that you would call her back soon. It appeased her, even though she seemed a little bit suspicious. She asked several times if you were okay. 

Meanwhile, Vincent and Lester got rid of the bodies. It was better to pretend you never went with your friends anyways. Vincent was a little bit sad to let go of such perfect people, but he was ready to sacrifice his art to you. Lester was happy those friends of yours were dead but he thought they might have been too quick at killing them. Maybe they should have convinced you it was better that way, before doing it. He was aware they had been too impulsive; the brothers had never been too good at staying calm when it was about you.

As Lester went back to his truck, he sent a little look at your room window. He prayed to the Devil for you to open the door and agree to talk to them.

You were getting crazy inside your room. You couldn’t rest and everything around you reminded you of your childhood with the Sinclairs. You rolled your eyes when you noticed the boys kept your clothes, even the very old ones. It seemed like they couldn’t get rid of anything that used to belong to you, even broken toys. 

Your heart tightened in your ribcage when you took a closer look at the drawings littering the walls. More memories flooded through your mind. You used to be all happy together. The first drawings you found were very childish, but slowly they got better. There were a lot of portraits of the whole family, including you. You remembered the day you were doing the portrait of Trudy was the day you first kissed Vincent. The weather was so hot and no one was around, so you told Vincent to remove his mask. He agreed, because it was you. You made him feel so normal, so handsome even. You didn’t really know what happened, but you ended up on his lap, kissing him as if your life was depending on it. His hands had held you with such strength, almost leaving bruises on you. He knew he was your first kiss, and it made him feel good about himself. He grew addicted to your touch and kisses then, and you used to love being his little goddess.

You also found gifts the boys got you. You found quite a few rocks and you remembered Lester offered them to you during your first date with him. The twins were barely leaving the two of you alone, so you both decided to sneak away. You went together in the woods, knowing no one would find you there. You let him guide you, trusting him. He was a little bit shy, so you had been the one who took his hand in yours. You could see him again, watching you with heart eyes and letting escape how beautiful, smart and amazing you were. He couldn’t stop babbling and when he finally calmed down, he kissed the back of your hand, his eyes lit with adoration. He promised you to only belong to you that day, and he never broke his word.

You also found a photo album of your teenagehood and early adulthood. You shivered when you noticed how the boys were always looking at you with so much love, tenderness and desire, in literally every picture of the four of you. Bo often had his arm wrapped around your waist. Vincent was holding your hand. Lester was hugging you from behind. There were photos of you all partying too. And at the end of the album, photos of you kissing the boys. Bo was passionate. Vincent was possessive. Lester was hungry.

One photo caught your attention. It was a summer night, you were wearing a cute little dress and Bo took a picture of you. You remembered that that night, the boys were relentless around you. You were the prettiest thing in their lives and they wanted you. You remembered you laughed so much that night, teasing them. The truth was you were burning for them too. At the end of the night, Bo brought you to a hotel room away from Ambrose and he made love to you for the first time. You both desired each other so badly. He had been so gentle to you, eager to make you feel good before his own pleasure. Despite the rumours, Bo was as virgin as you then. He had waited for you because he only wanted you. He learnt how to play with you, patient and attentive, and then he taught his brothers. You had a very fond memory of that night.

You had very fond memories of the boys.

You didn’t want to admit it but you missed those happy times. It upsetted you a lot, even more than you already were. For the moment, things seemed to be all shattered to pieces, litke the plate you threw at the wall earlier that day. How could things go back to what it used to be, now they killed your friends, now you spent years away from them?

And yet, a little voice inside your head was begging you. She asked you to forgive them. Did you really care about your friends? Could you care when you were finally home? When you could finally have their hands on your body, after all those sleepless nights, dreaming about the feeling of their skin against yours? You never forgot how they made love to you. And whenever you were with someone else, you wished it would be them instead. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have left Ambrose, but it was too late. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this road trip, but it was too late as well. You were stuck, and you didn’t know what to do anymore. You thought you should want to escape, but your heart was breaking even more at the idea of leaving once again. You tried to tell yourself that you were simply afraid of what the Sinclairs would do to you if you tried to get away. But you knew you were lying to yourself. You weren’t afraid.

It was the middle of the night when you heard something scratching at your door. You were trying to sleep, but you needed a shower, and some food, and you started to feel lonely, locked up in there, so you couldn't rest. The noise was also preventing you now. You got irritated so you finally opened the door to meet a cute dog at the entrance. You didn’t know Jonesy but you could tell she was the family dog and she was well taken care of. You sat on the floor and started to pet her. You had to admit that she brought you some comfort, because she was very soft and affectionate. You quietly talked to her as she greeted your caresses with kisses of her own. 

The twins were chatting in the kitchen, planning about what to do about you, when they heard you opening your door. However, they got confused when you didn’t seem to come downstairs or to walk to the bathroom, so they looked for you.

They quite enjoyed seeing you cooing at Jonesy, and it felt to them that fate was speaking once again because their dog never liked strangers. And yet, she seemed to be all over you already. You felt you were watched so you looked up and met their gazes. Your attention quickly went back on Jonesy. You weren’t sure what to do, and it was annoying you.

“Ya hungry?” Bo asked in the softest way he could manage, hoping to coax you, but you simply shrugged. “Ah com’on, baby girl” he hummed. 

The twins carefully moved closer to you and sat on the floor as well. Jonesy loved to have her humans at her level for once so she happily barked and greeted the boys who petted her. 

You stayed silent for a little while. You all were very tense, which was strange because you used to be so at ease around each other. The twins couldn’t wait for you to relax. And you couldn’t wait to forgive them or to get out of here.

“I’m sorry for your friends. We all really are.” Vincent finally signed to you. The only source of light was coming from your room but you were seeing enough of his hands to read them.

“No you’re not, or you wouldn’t have done this” you snapped

“They were in the way. They would have never agreed to leave you here and they would have called the police on us. We couldn’t take the risk when we finally had the opportunity to bring you where you belong. We didn’t have any other choice” Vincent continued

“Whatever you say” you replied

“Lester is really sad you seemed so upset at him earlier and we really want to fix the situation with you.” Vincent tried again

“I’m not sure we can fix anything” you whispered. You felt sad, but not only because of your friends.

“Ya’re one of us, ya always had been.” Bo said as he reached for your hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. You tried to not react to the kiss. And then he didn’t allow you to remove your hand from his grasp, actually trying to bring you closer to him. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, love, I’m sorry. Ya know I say stupid things when I’m angry” he finally apologised. “We’re blessed ya’d fallen in love with the three of us or we’d’ve killed each other to be your favourite lover” he hummed and you knew he was only half joking about it. 

“And yet my mother said you wanted to marry me” you replied as you leaned against the frame of the door. Jonesy put her head on your lap.

“Still want it…” Bo hummed. Vincent sent him a little look. “And speakin’ of your mother, she keeps callin’. Told her ya’d call her back soon” Bo told you before handing your phone back to you.

“Could call the cops on you” you replied as you took your phone. Bo shrugged.

“Ya won’t. Ya still love us too.” Bo replied with a cheeky grin and you arched an eyebrow at him.

“You seem very confident about it, Bo” you commented

“Ya’re angry at us for the moment, and it’s normal, ‘cause we kill your “friends”. But ya’ll forget about them soon enough” he replied

“How do you know that?” you groaned

“Ya’re actin’ like ya used to. Ya ain’t afraid of us, ya call us out, ya got mad at us when we ain’t doin’ what ya wanna. Ya called this room, yours. Ya’re sittin’ on the floor like if ya’re ownin’ the place. Which ya do, by the way. Ya always did” Bo enumerated the reasons that made him think you were still in love with them “And it’s been years ya should’ve called the cops on us. Ya knew what we were doin’ here and ya knew our plans. And yet, ya never called them.” he continued and you looked away. You couldn’t argue with that.

“I wanted another life, that’s why I left Ambrose. Of course I kept thinking about you guys a lot, but I didn’t want this mess.” you told them

“And yet you came camping close by Ambrose”. Vincent noted “Like if you were trying your luck”

“Yes. I was tempting the devil I guess, and he didn’t miss me” you sighed, wondering what you were going to do now. 

“Tell us what we can do to make things better” Vincent asked

“I don’t…”

You jumped when your phone rang. You answered when you saw it was your mother, with the only desire to reassure her so you could peacefully think of the mess you were in without having to worry about her calling the cops. You half realised that you indeed really didn’t want anything bad to happen to the three men you used to live with.

“Hey, mom” you said

“Hey, darling, where are you? I couldn’t join you easily today.”

“I’m sorry about that, my phone died and we had to find a hotel for the night” you lied with so much ease. You learnt it from the twins.

“When did you say you would come back home?”

“I’m not sure, mom. We’re… getting behind the plan because we faced some car issues. Nothing serious, don’t worry.”

“Is everything okay? You sound strange”

“Of course everything is alright, I’m just tired. I call you tomorrow, mom, have a good night, love you.” you said before hanging up. 

You closed your eyes and took your head in your hands. You could have told her about the kidnapping and the murders, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to finish breaking everything with the Sinclairs. Bo might be right; you might be still badly in love with them, even though it was a mistake that already cost you your friends. 

You felt the twins gently stroking your hands and then arms. They had missed touching you. They moved closer to you again, surrounding you like they used to.

“Let us show ya life can be worth it here. We ain’t deservin’ ya, but ya know we’re good at takin’ care of you” Bo whispered to you and you really wanted to believe it.

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PART IV

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[the-cannibal]

Master List!

Here's all my writings (I think) if anything on here is wrong feel free to let me know and I'll fix it! I have a separate master list where I put all my matchups! You can find the master list right here under Matchups Masterlist!

Request are: Closed! My post with what I write and who I write is right here under ask box and request info!

Please use my ask box and not my inbox. A lot of bots like to spam my inbox so I’m more likely to see your request in my ask box. Also if my ask box is closed that means my requests are closed, please don’t message my inbox requesting things- I’m not trying to sound rude, and if you have requested by using my inbox I’m not mad at you or anything, but please use the ask box-

If you see a character with "nothing here yet" feel free to request them! I just haven't had any ideas for them yet and would love suggestions :)

Bo Sinclair:

S/o that threatens to leave them

Bo with a s/o that has an unhealthy obsession with him

Poly! Sinclair's comforting their insecure girlfriend Sinclairs (separately) with a s/o that draws Vincent Sinclair: S/o that wears corsets S/o that threatens to leave them

Poly! Sinclair's comforting their insecure girlfriend Sinclairs (separately) with a s/o that draws Lester Sinclair: S/o that threatens to leave them

Poly! Sinclair's comforting their insecure girlfriend

Sinclairs (separately) with a s/o that draws Billy Loomis: S/o that has an unhealthy obsession with him

Platonic child reader that's like Matilda

Stu Macher:

Platonic child reader that's like Matilda

Sidney Prescott: Nothing here yet...

Tatum Riley: Nothing here yet...

Randy Meeks: Nothing here yet...

The Lost Boys: Poly Lost boys with a S/o that is an animal lover

David: Nothing here yet...

Dwayne: Nothing here yet...

Marko: Nothing here yet...

Paul: Nothing here yet... Star: Nothing here yet... Michael: Nothing here yet...

Brahms Heelshire: S/o that wears corsets

S/o comforting him after a nightmare

Jason Voorhees:

S/o that wears corsets

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Thomas Hewitt: Nothing here yet... Bubba Sawyer: Nothing here yet...

ChopTop: Nothing here yet... Nubbins: Nothing here yet...

Henry Bowers:

Henry with a stubborn s/o

Vic Criss: Nothing here yet...

Patrick Hockstetter: Nothing here yet... Reginald "Belch" Huggins: Nothing here yet...

Poly Bowers Gang:

Bowers gang x Reader that isn't afraid to put them in their place

Poly Losers Club: Nothing here yet...

Richie Tozier: Nothing here yet...

Bill Denbrough: Nothing here yet...

Eddie Kaspbrak: Nothing here yet...

Ben Hanscom: Nothing here yet...

Stan Uris: Nothing here yet...

Mike Hanlon: Nothing here yet...

Beverly Marsh: Nothing here yet...

Carrie White: Nothing here yet...

Halloween/Michael Myers: Nothing here yet...

Chucky: Nothing here yet... Tiffany Valentine: Nothing here yet...

Hush "The Man" aka John: Nothing here yet...

Xenomorph/Alien: Nothing here yet...

Predator/Yautja "Clicky papa!" Platonic Predator X child reader Curious puppy - Elder Yautja x GN Reader (inspired by post by @mintymarabell)

Random stuff with multiple slashers (usually like head cannons and quick drabbles) S/o with weird cravings

Slashers nicknames for their s/o

S/o that's a shapeshifter

Slashers reactions to their s/o having stretch marks (part 1/2)

Slashers reactions to their s/o having stretch marks (part 2/2)

Poly Dolls (Tiff X Reader X Chucky) head cannons

Slashers with a s/o that is sensitive to foods

[darkpeacemusic]

Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta/Slenderverse (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Sully, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, Kate the Chaser, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Wilson, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie, Hobo Heart, Cat Hunter, Chris the Revenant, X-Virus, Dollmaker, Frankie the Undead, Judge Angels, Lifeless Lucy (platonic only), Lost Silver (platonic only), Glitchy Red, Dr. Locklear, Lulu (platonic only), Killing Kate, Evan, Lauren, Jeff (from EMH), Jay Merrick, Alex Kralie, Amy, Jessica Locke, Seth Wilson, Will Grossman)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

Boyfriend to Death 1 + 2 (Strade, Ren, Lawrence, Sano, Vincent, Akira, Cain, Damien)

Till Death Do Us Part (Chris, Marcus, Aria, Jack, Ellen)

Alice Madness Returns (Alice)

L4D1 + 2 (Bill, Francis, Louis, Zoey, Coach, Ellis, Nick, Rochelle)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

[madnessismylover]

Decided to make my own pinned post because I actually have stuff to link now. 

My name is Anna. My most used username is CrimsonAdri (Youtube/Twitch/AO3) and so I also go by "Crim". She/They but still consider myself as cis and not nonbinary. Demisexual Pansexual. (Though maybe more accurate phrasing would be Demi-Sexual and Pan-romantic?) My Ko-Fi.

DNI (Do Not Interact) List

The list includes but is not limited to:

Anti-LGBTQIA+ of ANY kind even if you are one of those letters, Any kind of “phobe” if it pertains to another person whose business is none of your own, Terfs, Swerfs, Radfems, MAPs (Pedos or apologists), anti-abortion, racist towards ANYONE, See full list here.

AND Do Not Interact with anything of mine that says 18+ on it if you are UNDER 18.

I’ve made the bulk of this post under the read more.

Below you will find links to my writing, masterlists, gifs, videos, and possibly other things I haven’t thought of yet.

ROTTMNT Gifs

(always give credit when using someone else’s gifs and only if they say you can. You can use mine but only if you give credit.)

Episode: Mystic Library - Donnie's Rap (above is 1 ver.), Raph ready to punch the mirror,

Episode: Mind Meld - Leo drowsy on phone,

Episode: Breaking Purple - "Hug it out" thought bubble,

Episode: Hot Soup: The Game - Mikey jumping around,

Episode: Pizza Puffs - Raph reacting to Mikey,

Episode: Late Fee - Looking at Donnie's arm screen,

More to come...

My Writing Masterlist(s)

(I have many side blogs for most fandoms I write for, but there’s a few I don’t and that stuff goes here but side blogs are linked further down.)

All characters depicted and/or mentioned are 18+ unless stated otherwise.

All of my writing is also on my AO3 (but you need to be logged in to see it).

💜🧡❤️💙🐢TMNT🐢💙❤️🧡💜

(T-c*est DNI)

All 4-1 Challenge:

January: Embarrassment (Rise!Leo x F!Reader)

February: Romance (Bay!Donnie x F!Reader)

March: The Joys of Spring! (Bay!Mikey x F!Reader)

...

Charming Shadows (Magic!OCs: Maeve & Calcifer & Circe) - to be added

Seeing as I've posted TMNT stuff on this blog already I'm going to put this fic here instead of on doll-in-the-walls which is where the other two fics with these OCs are posted. This is a Multi-Chapter WIP. This fic is up on AO3 as of rn but I'll post it here at some point.

✈️Far Cry🦈

(These are posted on my sideblog: candles-are-now-illegal)

Little White Planes (John/F!Rook)

Headcanons for The Seeds (&Rook) having a streamer s/o

💗Detroit Become Human💗

(This fic - sans the first chapter - is posted on my sideblog: danieldeservedbetter)

Rhodonite - (row·duh·nait) is a stone of compassion, an emotional balancer that clears away emotional wounds and scars from the past, and that nurtures love. It stimulates, clears and activates the heart. Rhodonite grounds energy, balances yin-yang, and aids in achieving one’s highest potential. It heals emotional shock and panic. - A fic about a young woman who gives out little stone hearts to androids. Will either be x Simon or X Daniel by the end.

Side Blogs (Where I also post writing things. Links are to the Masterlists.)

doll-in-the-walls  - Horror/slasher (i.e. Lost Boys, Stranger Things, etc.) [There are 18+ Works - Minors DNI]

Charming Eternity (Poly!Lost Boys x Maeve)

Strangely Charming (Eddie x Maeve & Steve x Calcifer)

reddeadrevival  - Red Dead Redemption 2 related works. (I no longer take requests but I have a bunch posted.) [There are 18+ Works - Minors DNI]

realworldhobbitimagines - Where all my Hobbit imagines are. Kinda like a what if the company was transported to the real world and this random OC and her brother have to deal with it. [There are 18+ Works - Minors DNI]

avengersageofimagines - All my Avenger themed works. [There are 18+ Works - Minors DNI.]

"____ as Unus Annus" Videos

(I've made quite a few of these)

Far Cry Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Obey Me

Red Dead Redemption 2

Rise of the TMNT Part 1, Part 2

(Moon dividers by firefly-graphics)

[babybooday]

Rage & Jealously

Short one shot

18+ smut

"Fuuuuuuuuccck" you scream loudly as Corey pummels his hard cock in your tight pussy. Your laying on your back while the crimson substance is dripping off his shirt painting you red. You were turned on. He must've just come back from a kill you thought as he continues to grunt going in and out "Baby you feel so good I missed you" he whispers with his sweat dripping on to your face. Almost unable to respond, pleasure hitting you on every stretch over your skin. You moan again, as you were about to gather your thoughts and respond he is suddenly ripped off of you. "Michael what are you doing" ?! You exclaimed watching Corey fly across the room. He turns back to look at you, you can't see his eyes only black depths in his mask but you do see his chest rising and falling heavily and rapidly "Michael" you state his name trying to reason with him why would he do that you thought? He continues to stare at you his fingers start to twitch. Oh you get it now ..He doesn't like when you and Corey partake in activities alone. You see he considers he's first to you and Corey was second. Only he got to fuck you alone other wise they fuck you together. And he wasn't having it. He turns back to Corey and picks him up by his neck and slams him against the wall. You jump out of bed quickly still naked. "Michael you're going to kill him, stop" you try to reason with him placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Corey is looking at you with pleading eyes about to pass out from lack of oxygen. "Michael I said that's enough" you say a little louder to grab his attention out of the black out rage he was having. He stopped squeezing his neck but not before slamming him back into the wall again creating a body style hole and throwing him out of the room slamming the door. You stand silently behind him and you can hear his breathing start to come to a consistent pace. He turns to face you. You knew you were in for it. With lightning speed he glides across the bedroom puts his hands around your neck and throws you on the bed. He takes off his mask and starts pulling his mechanic suit off never taking his eye off you and in that moment you knew you were about to be punished. Michael grabs you and slams his much bigger and thicker cock in and out of your pussy. Your screams were met with a maniac type of laughter illuminating from the other side of the door where Corey was thrown out of. Fuck this was Michaels punishment for the both of you. As Corey was going insane from hearing Michael fuck you knowing he will always come last.

[demon-lover-669]

Lester’s partner definitely loves witchy home decor. She has all kinds of candles, bones, and crystals.

Lester is their little gremlin and brings them all kinds of pockets gifts, shiny little things, animal bones/teeth, and random stuff from tourists.

This is how they live life, and they love it