#slasher x listener

[bennyb0i0]

I love them so much guys save me

Someone make content on them I’m gonna cry

[whimsyvixen]

aww i mean i know pyramid head “taking care” of you probably just means feeding you and making sure you don’t die but what if he like starts bringing you things you eventually realize are supposed to be gifts or touching you more “affectionately” (still very scary to you) when he’s destroying your cervix. even your little escape attempts don’t make him angry anymore

I do like your ideas, anon. Very nice mind you got there.

Me being me, I'd probably portray his affection as possession, like he can't keep his hands (or dick) off you. He'd be so adamant about exploring and touching every inch of you, memorizing each curve and dip, knowing everything his hands groped and squeezed was all his. While he may be soft with you, he will expect something in return for being gentle with you.

Damn, now I'm getting a bit flustered imagining it. Anyways, I think you'll be pleased to find out there is a Pyramid Head fic in the works. I might tackle those elements you mentioned on the follow up to my Empty Bliss fic but we shall see.

[littleoddwriter]

Trapped | Cooper Abbott x GenderNeutral!Reader | Dark Fic

Hi there! I'm incredibly down bad for him, to nobody's surprise, so here's the first fic I wrote for him. More to come! This fic isn't exactly romantic or even really sexual, albeit with some hints to it; but I used it to get a feel for writing him, first and foremost. And also because I saw somebody wanting a fic where Reader is in Lady Raven's position at the end of the movie, and I wanted that as well, so, here. It's not exactly what was imagined when demanding that, I know, but it's something! (also, excuse the uninspired title, please, it's very tongue-in-cheek, I know, dshjkfgsdkjs) summary; You're captured by the Butcher as his last chance of entertainment - and revenge - before his inevitable arrest or death. There, you learn a lot about him, and also yourself. notes/warnings; GenderNeutral!Reader; Reader is in Lady Raven's position (Reader is a pop star, etc.); slight spoilers for the movie (but I expect you to have seen that if you're reading this anyway); Character Study; Implied/Referenced (Attempted) Murders; Kidnapping; Angst; Implied/Referenced Sexual Attraction; Implied/Referenced Past Child Abuse; Mostly Open End; Dark Fic. (once again, this is not a full on romantic or sexual fic about Cooper and Reader, but more of an exploration of the character, his dynamic with Reader, and Reader's own conflicting thoughts and feelings about the situation and Cooper. there are hints of romance and sexual attraction, though. this is a dark fic and it has a mostly open ending; but it does imply a bad ending if we're realistic. if you're like me, you could also find a way to imagine a better ending to it. that's why I left it somewhat ambiguous.)

The car’s passenger door was slammed shut on you, making you jump with the force behind it. A shaky breath left your trembling lips as you waited for Cooper to settle in the driver’s seat of his wife’s car. Soon to be ex-wife, you figured. If not a widow. 

Your mind was still reeling with the night’s events. One moment, you’d been giving your best for the concert, like you always did, and the next moment, you were stuck with a wanted serial killer because you decided to play hero. Desperately, you hoped it would all be worth it, in the end. Or else this might have been the stupidest decision you’ve ever made. You should have just alerted the FBI when you got the hunch that something was up with the man, you berated yourself internally. 

“Put these around your wrists,” the Butcher told you gruffly, holding up a pair of zip ties to you. 

Stunned, you just looked at him for a long moment, your mind trying to catch up with what he was asking of you. Everything has been happening too fast. Too much, all at once. And worst of all, you were terrified. Yet at the same time, you felt for him. He was a desperate man. Trapped. Cornered. In a way, you were his last resort now. How ironic.

Cooper gave you a stern look, his dishevelled hair covering parts of the upper half of his face, but the fierce glint of desperation and murder in his eyes shone through the brunette strands. 

“Put. These. Around. Your. Wrists,” he commanded again through clenched teeth, shoving the zip ties into your chest, as your hands automatically flew up to catch them.

Shakily, you nodded and put your hands through the loop. Once the zip ties were around your wrists, the Butcher pulled them tight, the thin hard plastic cutting into your skin, rubbing it raw with every small movement. 

As soon as he was certain that your hands were tied, Cooper started the car’s engine and quickly exited the garage and driveway. In the distance, you could hear police sirens on their way to the house you had just left behind. Too late. 

“If only you hadn’t decided to play hero,” Cooper mused with a strained, almost manic, smile on his lips, “None of this had to have happened, you know? I would have let you go.”

“And let you kill more innocent people? I couldn’t bear the guilt, knowing I could have prevented it,” you responded quietly.

“As if you actually care about random people’s lives more than your own. You’re just as fake as they all are. Pretending that you’ve got it all figured out, that you’re fulfilled.” He sounded bitter, angry, spitting those last words in your direction, like your existence has personally offended him. His grip around the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white. 

Not wanting to anger him any further, you decided to stay quiet; even though you had a million things on your mind that you would have liked to retort. 

The FBI had briefed you on what kind of man they figured him to be. A psychological profile, they called it. You had heard about those on TV before, but it always seemed silly to you. How could they possibly know what was going on inside a person’s mind without having ever met them before? With all conclusions based on evidence from crime scenes instead? It didn’t make sense to you.

Until now, that was. Cooper seemed like the exact man the FBI had described to you. Perfect on the outside, an overachieving family man, unassuming, kind, always happy and ready to lend a hand. And beneath all of that, on the inside, there was a hurt child, craving their parents’ love and approval, but never getting it. Now, he let that anger that had manifested out on people he deemed to have had it all, to have what he was missing all his life. 

Deep down, you felt bad for him. If his parents had been different, perhaps there would be one less killer on the loose. Or perhaps, he would have ended up this way, no matter the circumstances of his upbringing. Who was to say that killers like him were only a product of abuse? 

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled into another driveway, getting out of the car. His footsteps were quick and heavy, and your heart was sinking in response to those sounds. 

Ripping the passenger door open, he leaned down to look at you, grabbed your bound wrists and jerked your body in his direction, forcing you out of your seat. Stumbling out of the car, you almost bumped into him, your head barely reaching his shoulder. He really was massive. You stood no chance against him, you thought, feeling defeated. This was it, then. 

Cooper bent over and quickly picked up the bag he had taken with him from the garage, before slamming the door shut once more. And just like he had done before, the Butcher put his fingers on your shoulder, verbally giving you directions for where he wanted you to go, while keeping a dominating presence behind you, not allowing you a real chance to escape.

Eventually, you found yourself in a basement, not unlike the one Spencer, who was hopefully safe now, had been stuck in before. 

The Butcher pushed you down to sit on the cold hard chair in the middle of the room, a support beam right behind it. He made quick work of putting the ice-cold steel chains and cuffs around your wrists and ankles, snapping off the zip ties at last. 

Looking up at him from where you were seated, the sinking feeling of hopelessness creeped in. There was no way you were getting out of this alive. 

Cooper retrieved a cleaver from his bag and pulled out another chair, placing it across from you and sitting down on it, playing with the knife in his hands. He looked at you for a long moment, not saying anything, just breathing calmly, idly stroking the knife’s handle with his thumb of the hand that was holding it. With his other hand, he brushed the loose strands of hair away from his face.

Once again, he was smiling at you. A smile that never reached his eyes, which glinted with murderous intent and something else that you couldn’t quite place. His smile was too big, too sharp, to be genuine. It seemed manic and desperate. Strained. And at the same time, he looked to be in complete control over the situation. 

Cooper Abbott was a man of many facades, you came to realise. 

“I was gonna stop, you know?” he finally spoke up, the tense silence broken by his voice that was laced with too many emotions at once, giving away that he didn’t feel as in control as he seemed to be. 

You waited for him to continue, not daring to ask questions.

“It’s been a while since I last felt the urge. Until you, tonight. I don’t know if it was because of everything that happened, or because I could see right through you… but it was an almost pleasant surprise to feel the urge again.

“Spencer was gonna be my last. That was the plan. Go to the concert with Riley, kill Spencer from the comfort of my home, sneak out hours later, making up some kind of lie of having to work an extra shift because of an emergency, chop him up, dispose of his body and any evidence, return home, and pretend like nothing had happened,” Cooper explained his initial plan for tonight like he was talking about something completely normal, like a family vacation he was planning instead. It was eerie, but somewhat intriguing to you. 

“And then, with time, I would have cleaned out all the houses I had bought to keep my two lives safely apart. I could have been a regular husband, father, and firefighter in just a couple of weeks, maybe months. And no one would have been any wiser on what I had done for all those years that the Butcher was active. It was the perfect plan,” he finished with a frustrated sigh, brushing his hair away from his face again with more force than was necessary. You could hear the steady, but sharp, tapping of his fingers against the cleaver’s wooden handle.

There was a long, tense moment of silence.

You almost felt the urge to apologise for ruining his plans.

“Why did you decide to stop?” you asked, unable to contain your genuine curiosity any longer.

Strangely enough, Cooper’s smile softened, his face relaxed and his eyes lost some of the fierceness in them. “Because I thought that I had finally done enough. The urge had lessened over the years, like I said, I didn’t feel it for a while until tonight. I was just doing it out of routine at this point, I think. Believe it or not, it was fun. And I wasn’t ready to give that up for a while.”

“What changed?” 

“I did… My children changed me. Riley and Logan are everything to me. And I was trying my hardest to be the dad they deserved to have. The one that they needed. A loving, fun, and especially involved, dad. I didn’t want them to feel like I did growing up,” Cooper explained in a wistful tone, “It all started out as just another way to keep suspicions away from me. Starting a family with Rachel seemed like the perfect cover. Nobody would ever suspect that a true family man could be a messed up serial killer, right?”

Despite your current situation, you felt your heart flutter. You understood where he was coming from, and you wished things had gone differently for him. But most of all, you wished that he wasn’t what he was.

“I didn’t expect to actually enjoy fatherhood, or to love my kids the way I do,” he continued after a short pause, still in that oddly wistful tone, a harsh contrast to the entire situation and his true being, “It’s so strange… With everything that happened tonight, I’m just enraged. But I’m less angry about having been found out at all. I’m mostly angry because I’m never going to see my children again.”

This time, you couldn’t resist the urge, and so you whispered, “I’m sorry,” like it was somehow your fault, when in reality, it was his decision to murder people in the first place.

Letting out a long sigh that ended in a small, insincere chuckle, Cooper got up from his chair, meat cleaver in his hand, towering over you like this inescapable force that he was to you. 

With practised ease, he took his shirt off and threw it over the chair behind himself. You had no idea why he would do that. Easier clean-up, maybe? With regret, you realised that you didn’t hate the sight. He was an attractive man, there was no question about that. But to feel such attraction, despite your current predicament, was nothing short of confusing and embarrassing to you. 

“You don’t have to do this, Cooper,” you whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“I wish that was true, but… there’s no escape. Not anymore. I might as well have fun one last time,” he told you quietly with that eerie smile that did nothing to hide his intentions. It only emphasised them now. 

Feeling your heart rate accelerate, your stomach sank with the realisation that this would be it for you. 

It only took two steps for him to stand right in front of and above your seated, captured, cowering form. Before you could utter another plea, Cooper’s free hand wrapped around your throat, almost covering the entire thing with his large palm as his fingers gripped onto your jaw, moving your head further back as he bent down, leaning into you.

A small noise escaped your throat, sounding both distressed and almost aroused. You had no control over that, and it felt utterly humiliating to have made such a sound in response to his actions. 

The Butcher chuckled darkly, a sharp smile playing on his lips, and a glint of intrigue in his eyes. 

“I think I’m gonna enjoy this a lot more than expected…” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. 

“Please don’t…” you tried again, weakly, your voice strained from the weight of his hand against your windpipe. 

As you struggled to breathe, and his hand only tightened around your neck, your vision started to blur both due to panic and the lack of oxygen. Darkly, in the back of your fuzzy mind, you thought that at least you’d go out with a handsome face as the last thing you'd see. 

Faintly, in the far distance, you heard police sirens. Or maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.

“If only you had saved yourself…” the Butcher whispered to you before he quickly, and with impressive force, snapped your head back against the support beam behind you, and your world went dark.

[evilvvithin]

FOR THE COLLECTION

pairing: asa emory x f!reader warnings: stalking, violence, description of blood and gore, Asa is cute few times that's a warning in it's own, smut but faintly words: 4,421 summary: When he first saw you, Asa thought you'd make a nice piece for collection, but not exactly in the way as other unfortunate victims - you'd be his perfect final piece.

notes: One shot fic but could be turned into multiple chapters later. I made multiple time jumps in this without specifically describing it but i like the story telling it creates. I really just wanted some Asa so started writing and writing and.. :) AO3 link || masterlist (pls don't read my old fics i am not proud of them)

It was finally the day - the day when a huge art gallery opens in your city. You were eager to go as you loved art and everything around it, not even caring all your friend turned you down on the invite at the last second. Despite them all coming up with various reasons as to why they can't make it, you knew they just didn't want to come - it was boring to them. They didn't appreciate the art. It wasn't disappointing though, you expected to go alone, again.

Losing yourself in the paitings for what seemed like hours, inspecting every single brush stroke and techniques, you were so lost in yourself and the art you didn't notice a man constantly following behind you. You've noticed him in the gallery before, but nothing really stood out about him - he looked very ordinary, but well groomed and kept overall, dressed in a simple black suit. 

He loved the way you stood in front of each display for long, making sure you saw every detail in it. The perfect imperfections. The perfections. You looked so peaceful standing there alone - the world around you disappeared. You tend to do it a lot, but he already knew that as it wasn't the first time he saw you at grand opening like this one.

“Fascinating, isn't it?” He nonchalantly said right behind your ear. 

You jumped, heart raced a little, looking at the man observing the painting now standing right behind you. 

“How they created such masterpieces without all the modern technology. Masterpieces that live forever. They were geniuses. All the years and no one could beat them to it.”

You smiled at the man, nodding. “I agree. I just can't get enough of it despite seeing the art so many times. It feels different every time you look at it.” 

“This one especially is my personal favorite.”

“Oh, same!”

The two of you looked at each other, excitement pouring out of you. You were here alone, mesmerized by the art - so was he. He was quite attractive now that you focused on it - casually looking but clean. Simple, attractive man with smooth yet sharp facial features. 

His phone beeped and after checking it quickly, he sighed annoyingly. “Have to go.. but would love to chat with you about art more.” 

You felt the heat running to your cheeks. His straight forwardness took you by surprise. 

“I-me too. Yes.” You mumbled out hoping he doesn't notice your awkwardness and reddish cheeks.

He himself felt a little awkward despite presenting himself so confidently - his way of getting girls usually didn't include talking to them trying to impress them or invite them out. 

“Can I have your number, then?” He smiled and handed you his phone in which you typed it. 

“People usually exchange socials and stuff,” you said and returned his smile.

“Oh, yeah. I myself find phone numbers more.. intimate. People don't hand these out publicly like their socials.” He let out a chuckle as he saved the number you gave him. The chemistry between you two was almost visible in the air. “See you later.”

“See you!”

What. An. Interaction.

Watching him disappear around the corner your heart pounded as if you just realized what happened, but you were definitely going to give it a shot and meet him. If he actually called you later as he said that was it. While you hoped he would actually invite you out, you couldn't shake the feeling it was just another fail. Maybe you were too awkward and he was going to rethink his choices later or it was one of those guys just collecting numbers anywhere they go. 

Oh, you were so wrong.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to ignore all that happened and focused on the art again. 

Later that day just when you got out of the shower and were ready to sleep, your phone vibrated on the nightstand. Your eyes widened in excitement as you saw an unknown number on the screen - must've been him. It was a text message, short and simple, inviting you for dinner at a nearby restaurant, with a wish of good night to you at the end. 

Maybe this could work out. Maybe good things were finally happening to you. 

Looking forward to it. Good night - you replied and giggled. 

The date went so good you refused to believe that it was actually real. 

He brought you flowers, somehow knowing exactly which ones you liked and what color. The food was delicious, the atmosphere magical, the tension between you only growing and more exciting. 

Not only the first date, all the other dates you two had were unbelievably good and enjoyable. Asa Emory, as he introduced himself, was smart and talkative once you get to know each other more. He felt comfortable with you and enjoyed his time, making him almost unable to stop talking. He was a professor - his way of talking sold it out before he even told you. He knew how to capture attention and what to say at all times. You could talk about anything for days and never get tired or run out of topics. It felt like match made in heaven.

You learned he was an entomologist later, right before you two started to date officially. You had an idea he had something to do with bugs when you saw his van, at which he had “Deratization” logo. Sometimes when he had time he went around and cleaned people’s houses from the bugs he liked so much. He restrained from telling you, scared you'd back away and feel disgusted, but the more he got to know you the more he knew you weren't so easily squeamish. Your love of horror and terrifying stuff in general might've been weird and off putting to many, but he loved that. You had that morbid curiosity in you, it just needed to grow to its full potential like when a cocoon turns into a butterfly. Though you weren't fond of bugs, you didn't completely despise them either. He thought maybe over time he could get you into the beauty and fascinating world of those little things. 

You also loved his dogs, German shepherds; he had a great taste in everything. Anyone loving animals as much as he did was a good person in and out. Asa used to be so childish around his dogs but at the same getting little annoyed when you spotted him.

“I like moths,” you told him once at a night ride through the city and he laughed for so long. 

Everyone loved butterflies if anything, but moths? Not so common. 

Oh, you were perfect.

Moths, the creatures of the dark and death, yet so fragile and beautiful. 

He was intrigued by you whole. In his eyes deep down you were just twisted as him, but unlike him you didn't let your creativity go free - yet. 

Despite all the tension and strong chemistry between you two since the very beginning, you didn't get physical till later on into dating. It meant way more to both of you, more intimate. Almost like you wanted to just fully enjoy the growing lust, enjoy every single bit of the act itself later. You've never felt so naked infront of anyone before like before Asa. It was so sensual, wild, but also incredibly sweet and romantic. He made you feel like you would crumble into pieces, your whole body shaking as he took care of you - in and out. He felt like exploding every time you touched him, the way you wanted him and lusted for his touch like no one ever did. The feeling that you needed him. 

You visited him at the college often, sneaking into his office room having fun often. Both his room and his house were full of colorful exotic insects, framed carefully behind a thick glass. It made you feel uneasy at first, especially all the giant spiders, which he found funny, but you got used to it pretty quick. They were quite fascinating after all, you had to admit. 

One day you decided to surprise him at his house. Knowing he was teaching till the evening, you timed it so you'd arrive at his place shortly before he would. Buying some snacks and wine on your way, it was unusually cold that evening especially as it was getting darker. You just hoped he wouldn't be late. 

Of course he was. 

You regretted not asking about his work that day even though it would ruin the surprise. With your ice cold hands turning white and purple ish, you checked the time again. Either you go home or use his spare key he told you about. Despite you being together and treating each other's houses as your own, it didn't feel quite right to you to just enter without him knowing. The dogs knew you already of course, not barking or growling, just tipping their little beans on the floor behind the door eager to greet you, their tails aggressively wagging. You waited a little longer anyway, but not seeing any sign of him and your legs starting to shake from the cold, you reached to the plant pot and dug up the key. 

A weird smell immediately filled your nose upon entering, making you gag and cover your face. A mixture of chlorine and alcohol that sat in the house as no windows were opened the whole day. You never smelled anything like that there and while thinking it was weird, you simply brushed it off. It must've been his etymology thing - sometimes he prepped his own display or cut them open to study them. After giving attention to the puppies, you prepared the snacks and wine on the table in his living room, still unable to get rid of the chlorine smell despite opening the windows for a while and decided to investigate. The density of it was stronger upstairs and near the basement. 

When will you be home?

You texted him and immediately received a response.

Work's busy today, it might take a while. Why?

I have a surprise for you.

I'll come as soon as I can. 

Asa squinted his eyes at the screen thinking about what surprise you had in mind. It didn't take him long to realize the reason you asked when he was about to be home was because you were waiting for him there - it was the most logical reason in his head.

“Fuck.” He let out through gritted teeth, jaws clenching together.

You just had to choose this exact day to come over. This exact day when he was working on his collection. He planned to show you his little hobby eventually, with your consent or without it - didn't matter. He was nearly certain you'd do it all willingly and be on his side, help him create the collection. He didn't even plan on actually falling for you when he saw you for the first time, but now that he wanted you to be part of his collection? Part of his journey? His life? 

Sitting in his van all in black with a custom balaclava mask on, a muffled screaming echoed from the back as he punched the wheel. Screams of a young woman stuck inside a little box - a second piece for his collection that week. The first box was already in his house, hidden in the basement with thickened walls in case anything went wrong. Asa did some work on the unfortunate man earlier that day after telling you he's at work. The guy made some mess and he had to clean it up, now wondering if the smell inside the house dissolved already. He turned his head to the back of the car and hissed loudly, making the muffled screams stop. 

Tonight was going to end only in two ways. He cursed silently and started the engine. 

When he arrived at the house and tires screeching cut the silence in the neighborhood, he saw a very faint warm light coming through the windows. Taking his mask off and running his hand over his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the black coloring, he rushed inside the house not thinking twice. The black around his eyes now smeared but still there and squeezing the mask in his fist, he looked like a maniac. Inside his house was quiet, nearly uncomfortably quiet. The table in the living room decorated with wine glasses, bowls of snacks and candles, giving the entire room the faded warm light he saw from outside. 

But where were you?

Your shoes were left right next to the door so you must've been still inside. The dogs didn't rush to the door to greet him - yes, they adored you, sometimes he was jealous. Asa stood still for a few minutes, carefully listening to any noise you or the dogs could make. His patience shortly after rewarded, he heard some faint rustling down below his feet as if a heavy object was being pushed around.

The box.

Rushing down to the basement stairs through the doors you left open before, he found you there exactly as he thought he would - trying to move the box around to open it. 

“Oh, you're here.. Do you smell it?” You said and inhaled the chlorine air again coming strong from the box. 

“I had to clean some mess in the morning. Thought it'd be gone by now,” Asa replied and laughed nervously. “Rather unfortunate the smell is still present. Can't just leave my windows opened while I'm gone.”

“It's horrible, I couldn't even get it out by opening the damn windows - arhh it's so heavy!” You finally let go of the box and looked up on him. “Oh wha- what's all that on your face?” 

He smeared his eyes again with his hands making them similarly black. You couldn't hold your laughter when you imagined it's one of those non washable body make-up and he would have to go to work with the black around his eyes. He laughed too, it must've looked comical without the mask on. 

“What's that?” You pointed at the balaclava in his hand.

“Ah -  nothing. Just a mask. Why don't we go upstairs and have a great night? As you planned?”

While that was your initial idea and the reason you came here, now that you discovered the smelly box you were dying to see what's the source of the awful stink. And why did he have a damn mask on top of all that?

“Yeah we'll go,” you nodded. “After I check the box.”

Reaching down towards the lock his hand flew to your arm to stop you, pulling you harshly backwards. He stood between you and the box now, walking towards you making you back off till your back was pressed against the wall. You let out a moan as the air got pushed out of your lungs. 

“Or how about we have a great time right now right here?” Asa's voice all low and whispery. 

“How about you put that mask on?” You smirked, not fighting him at all.

He grinned - of course you'd ask something like that, you fucked up little thing.

You felt how wet you were getting just from the way he held you locked in one place, his weight pressed against your hips. He placed his knee between your legs and brushed against your core, making you whine and already almost beg for more. Now with the mask on and the black paint covering any skin that'd be visible otherwise, he looked quite sinister - at the same time so hot. You didn't care about the chlorine smell anymore, you didn't care about the wine or snacks, you didn't care why even he was dressed like that with a balaclava. 

There was nothing else except you and him at that moment.

The whole set up and weirdness of the entire evening made the act between you two only stronger - you've never felt so eager to feel him before, not even the first time. To fill you up. There was something fishy about it all, but with each thrust of his - hitting your pelvic - the thoughts were disappearing; soon your mind just blank and your eyes unable to focus on anything. A chill running down your spine feeling his hot breath at your neck, his hands gripping you harder and harder with each sound you moaned out. He felt you slipping under him, his own legs getting shakey as he was close to finishing while you moaned yout his name.

God, you drove him crazy. 

He was so happy when you just passed out on the couch - time to finish his business silently. Couple glasses of wine should make sure you sleep deep. It was even colder outside now; his sweaty skin and clothes from before only made it worse. The second he opened the back of his van, the box shaked as the woman inside kicked around helplessly; yet she was silent other than that. A dose of narcotics made her body go fully limp. Asa chuckled to himself - her vocal cords were probably dead by this point. No one could hear her outside the van, as long as the cloth was deep down her throat; and he made sure it was. Yet, some people still tried to scream not realizing it's to no effect. He found it amusing, fascinating even. The lengths the human beings go when faced with pure survival. He wanted his subjects to obey, but not give up. 

Shuffling the box inside the house, he found you in the same position as he left you with your shallow, relaxed breathing. Tucking it right next to the other box in the basement, he locked the doors carefully, saving the key in his pocket. Tonight ended up differently than he planned at first, but it still met one of the scenarios he expected - you just not finding out anything.

You never asked him about that night, about the face paint, the mask, the boxes. The next day when you woke up they were all gone together with the smell. Asa himself never mentioned anything himself. Obviously. In his head, it didn't matter if you asked or not because eventually you'd knew about it all. When? Didn't really matter. He felt you were already ready nevertheless, but he was still waiting for the right moment. 

Days, weeks, months went by. 

When there was a chance, you two spent all your time visiting galleries or at his place. Sometimes you wondered if he gave up his hobbies except teaching since he had so much free time for you - not like you minded, you enjoyed every single minute of it. During that time, numerous TV news stations reported a serial killer on the loose as some missing people were found dead, again. He always laughed and said you were safe with him, nothing would ever happen to you when he's with you so why pay attention to the news? You didn't pay much attention to it at that time when it came on the news.

Not until the police knocked on your own apartment asking about Asa. 

“He was with me, yes. All the time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Excuse me?”

“It is known you two are in a relationship, ma'am. Don't cover for him.”

“I am not covering up for anyone. I'm telling you he was with me at that time. We were at the grand opening.”

“And what about here?”

“That was our date at the restaurant.”

“Alright.”

“What's going on? Why are you asking all these questions?”

“We can't share much details while the investigation is still going on.”

“Is it connected to the murders?”

“We can't -”

“So it is. You think Asa did it?!”

“Well, he is one of many suspects in this case. Anyway, that'll be all. Thank you for your time ma'am.”

Your mind circling back to that one night where you discovered the box, the chlorine smell. Asa with his mask dressed all in black, black paint around his eyes. The random times he had so much work and then almost none. The latex gloves you found in the trash later but didn't think twice about them. Grabbing the phone you were about to text him, but thought it'd be safer to just meet him face to face. The police could've been monitoring phone activity of both of you. You didn't even bat an eye at all the weird connections and the police coming to you - all you needed was to talk to Asa first.

Standing in front of his front doors, it took a while before he pulled up with his van. He gave you a confused look at why you were outside in the cold. Without a single word you just got in, taking the passenger seat and motioning to him to drive - and so he did. You didn't care where you were going. After a while you sighed and asked: “Did police contact you?”

He didn't seem surprised or anything. “No, why?” He replied casually as if you talked about the weather.

“They came to my apartment a few hours ago. Asking about you. Asking about where you've been on specific days and times.”

He was silent, focusing on driving. 

“Did you do something?” 

He clicked his tongue at the question as if he was annoyed. So that was it - the time he shares everything with you.

“They said you are one of possible suspects for the disappearances and murders,” you continued, gaze fixated on his unmoved side profile. 

He turned the wheel and stopped in front of a huge abandoned warehouse, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Loud barking started, echoing sharply through the silence of the night. The entire place was like a ruin, the building itself half destroyed. The barking got louder and louder and you saw two german shepherds running towards you, recognizing them immediately. 

“What are they doing here?” You asked and got out of the car to greet them. 

“I bring them with me when I'm working.”

You paused for a moment, your fingers buried within the dog’s fur. “Working?”

That uneasy feeling creeped up on you, realizing you might not know Asa as much as you thought you did. 

“Please-”

“Wanna see my collection?” Asa said suddenly and reached his hand out, which you took without hesitation. 

“I'm confused, you know.” You sighed and followed him, his dogs running around causally familiar with everything. It was their second home.

Despite everything, you trusted Asa. You loved him and always stood by his side and you didn't plan on changing that. Approaching a rusty metal door, you saw like 6 locks hanging at the frame - what could possibly be inside that it needed to be so safe? The dogs squeezed in and ran into the distance, disappearing down the hallway; they were certainly familiar with everything; so was Asa. Following the dog's path, the familiar chlorine smell hit your nose. It wasn't strong at first, but the deeper into the building you got, the stronger it smelled. 

“Is that blood?” You looked down on the floor. 

He remained silent, holding your hand tighter. The uneasy feeling shot through you again like a wave; putting the pieces of the puzzle together you started to think his hobby wasn't only etymology and art. Entering a well lit room, you felt like you walked into an ongoing mortuary. The room looked like a morgue, even having the freezer boxes in the wall. A bloody mess of what seemed like a woman before was spread across the silver table in the middle of the room. Your stomach didn't twist, nor did you jump. You just stood there with an emotionless face, observing. The longer you looked at the mashed redness the more you doubted it was actually a woman. 

Asa on the other hand observed you, his whole body tense and ready if you tried to do anything stupid. He was pleasantly surprised seeing you not panic or scream at the scene in front of you. Leading you to the shelves on the side, you were met with a bunch of live tarantulas inside glass jars. You shivered a little seeing the 8-legged freaks crawl inside and Asa couldn't help himself but laugh. 

“That's what gets you?” He kept laughing. 

Next to the spiders were more jars but filled with various body parts in a liquid. From eyes, tongues to fingers - you name it. Your heartbeat raised once your sight landed on a jar with a woman's head inside, more likely belonging to the bloody mess you've seen just a few seconds ago on the table.

Asa still waited, still doubted you were so nonchalant about everything - maybe you were only playing it. “So?” He whispered, not letting his eyes off you. 

You didn't say a word - you were speechless, as if in a tranz. Letting him lead you further into the warehouse, you were surprised how well maintained it actually was on the inside. He clearly spent a lot of time here. Finally you entered a big hall, followed by the dogs wagging their tails happily. The entire room had a blue tint, every bit of it filled with giant fish tanks full of - something.

“The Collection.” Asa said proudly and his hand flew across the tanks showcasing his artwork.

You had to admit - there was beauty in the morbidity. The creativity and sense of detail that went into every single corpse was phenomenal. There you were once again - losing yourself in art, forgetting the world around you existed, just like the day Asa laid his eyes on you. Torsos sewed together with 4 pairs of arms or more. Two headed legs. Half skinned people with their ribs decorated. You went from one tank to another. Some of the faces - if they had one - you even recognized from the news. 

“Beautiful,” you whispered, making him smile in delight.

He knew you were the one. Since the beginning.

Asa was never really touchy or cuddle type, but now he hugged you tightly and held you for so long, not wanting to let go. You were his masterpiece, the final piece to the collection that didn't need to be any modified to be perfect - just as you were. His collection was far from being finished though, but with you by his side? 

He felt like the collection was already whole.

[rustycopper4use]

My lil guy!1!

I just think he’s neat.

[blackcubez]

I may or may not have made my mask design of slasher - ^ -

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(But a more horror look to it)

[gravesightings]

hot and cold / pt. 2

→ reader x jason voorhees → gender neutral reader → nsfw; reader has a vagina; multiple rounds; premature ejaculation; creampie; sloppy seconds; some sprinklings of mild obsession → [ part 1 / part 2 ]

the storm seemed to be getting worse by the second but you couldn’t help but be soothed by the sounds of the violent downpour from within the warm confines of the cabin. you’re unsure how long it’s been since the movie ended or when you had fallen asleep exactly but you’re still somehow in the same position you had fallen asleep in – seated comfortably on Jason’s lap.

earlier in the night you had recalled how cool his skin was to the touch but now he felt like a furnace almost. without thinking too much, you bury your face further into the crook of his neck. you feel him tense against you for a split second before relaxing again. you almost feel a little guilty for using him like a glorified heated blanket but the drumming of his heart against his chest convinces you otherwise.

you shift again slightly with a huff, feeling the soreness of your legs from what you could only assume to be hours of being stuck in the same position. you feel giant hands on you, slowly maneuvering your limbs around to lay more comfortably over his own body.

does he know you’re awake? you doubt it.

you let your body fall limply to his touch, curious to see what he’ll do next.

in the midst of his adjusting your position to his liking, the edge of your shirt catches against his fingers and you feel the warmth of his touch against your bare skin. the poor man freezes instantly and you swear you could hear the internal battle going on in his head. he fights and fights but ultimately ends up tragically losing the battle against his self-control when you had “accidentally” brushed your lips against the base of his neck.

a shaky exhale escapes past his mask and you feel only mildly guilty for teasing him like this. his hand braves further underneath your shirt, anchoring at your side to press his calloused hand against your soft skin. his palm feels hot against you but he doesn’t move it further than that.

a gentle weight presses against the side of your head and you could only assume he’s pressing his face against it. when you hear a deep inhale, you feel your heart beat a little faster. was he smelling you? Jason tilts his head slightly and you feel his mask press against your neck, stopping to inhale deeply again. he was absolutely smelling you.

something underneath you stirs and you press your lips together in an attempt to quiet yourself when you realize he was getting hard just from having you so close to him, having you draped so nicely on his lap like you belong there. your body responds in kind, a sudden intense craving to be filled on the spot makes you shudder.

you feel his calloused palm against the exposed skin of your thighs and you’re suddenly not so sure how long you can keep pretending to be asleep. a whine finally escapes past your lips when he squeezes. his body tenses up at the sudden noise.

finally, you turn your head ever-so-slightly to flutter your eyes open to meet his own. to your surprise, he already had his gaze fixated on you, shooting you an accusatory stare.

the prominent blush across your face was all the confirmation he needed and in turn, you buried your face in his chest in shame. of course he would’ve known you were faking being asleep. if you could hear his heartbeat against your chest, then he sure as hell would’ve felt yours too. his chest rumbled in response to your reaction, your sudden shyness complimenting his own.

the thought of him just letting it happen hits you – he knew you were awake this whole time. he could’ve up and left any time he wanted. he could still leave. and yet here he remained, caging you against his arms sporting a half-mast.

“can I kiss you?” you ask rather boldly and his eyes widen at the sudden question. was it so weird to ask at this point? surely all of this touching was leading somewhere, unless you were sorely mistaken and all this was already well past his comfort zone. his eyes dart around nervously, as if the answer he was looking for was somewhere around the room.

wordlessly, you lean in and press your mouth flush against his mask – right where his lips would be. Jason stopped breathing altogether. the surprise in his eyes was prominent. he was afraid for a second that you wanted him mask off for it so this was completely unexpected. once you pulled away slightly you noticed how bright red his ears were and you couldn’t help but smile.

you feel both of his hands grip your hips, keeping you steady. he nudges his mask against your face, your nose bumping slightly against the plastic. more. he wanted more.

it was a little strange at first, kissing a mask with so many holes and dents on it. if it made him react like this though, you were more than happy to oblige. with both of your hands rested against his jaw you peppered his face with kisses; judging by the way his eyes fluttered closed, you could tell he was enjoying every second of it.

one of his hands leave your hips to carefully tip his mask back, just enough to kiss you, before placing it firmly behind your neck to fully press his lips against yours. he didn’t give you time to react, nor did he push his mask off further – it didn’t really matter to you either way. all you could focus on was his lips moving against yours. his kisses were soft at first, clumsy and unsure.

it didn’t last long however with how eagerly you responded to him. both of his hands were on either side of your face now, lips moving against you so intensely that his kisses turned into something more desperate. Jason kissed you with so much hunger that he almost crushed you in his arms on the spot.

your thighs were beginning to ache again and you decide to rest your full weight on him, a moan escaping past your lips when you feel the prominent bulge straining against his pants. your lust had spiked in the tenfold so you instinctively ground yourself against his hard-on, craving the delicious friction. he pulled away suddenly, hands flying back to your hips to steady them in place.

dazed, you look back at him with a confused expression. it was a sight to behold – the feared Jason Voorhees, mask partly off, lips swollen, fully erect and red in the face from a little make-out session.

there was no escaping it now. you’re not sure if you’re ever going to get him like this ever again.

you practically throw your arms around his neck and kiss him again in an attempt to reassure him this time. his hands are kept glued to your hips and they do a pretty good job at keeping you still, though you could feel his cock twitch at your persistent attempts at grinding on him.

“please,” you press your lips against his ear and it earns a sharp inhale from him, indicating that his resolve was crumbling by the second.

you pull back from him to place your hands against his chest and he stares back at you, even with his mask back in its place you could tell he was strained and wary.

he’s betrayed. you’re seducing him! how could you? wait, what are you doing?

his sight falls further and further down as he follows your hands, reaching to unbutton his pants. his grip against you loosens ever-so-slightly and you take the opportunity to reach beneath his pants to palm him with your bare hand.

holy shit, he was big.

your fingers wrapped around his cock delicately, stroking him experimentally without actually taking it out. Jason lets out a strained moan, his grip on your hips faltering as he tilts his head back at the softness of your hands around his cock. truthfully you were becoming a bit nervous – he was absolutely huge and despite the embarrassingly soaked underwear you were sporting, you’re not sure if he could actually fit.

this man was more than double your size but you’re not about to let that stop you. he surprises you again when he glides his hands from your hips to your ass, squeezing it until he earns himself a surprised gasp. you meet eyes with him and he holds your gaze with such possessiveness it takes your breath away.

keep your pretty eyes on him. just him and no one else.

with your newfound (albeit misplaced) confidence, you pull his cock out of its confines, eyes widening in surprise when it stood rigid and tall, reaching up to his belly button.

you’re fucked.

he’s smooth and uncut as you expected, the head of his cock swollen and oozing with precum at the slit. you knew he was big but you weren't quite expecting him to be as thick as a soda can.

you're absolutely fucked.

Jason has had enough of your staring so he decides to grab fistfuls of your clothes and pulls mindlessly, the fabric tearing easily with his strength. effectively out of your trance, you yelp in surprise and he only gives you a threatening look in response.

you’ve been staring all you want, why can’t he?

the masked man pulls the remnants of your clothes off and starts taking in your exposed body before him.

despite his apparent eagerness, there’s a slight tremble in his hands that tells you he hasn’t done this before so you place your hands over his reassuringly and use them to trail along your own body. it’s his turn to ogle you and it doesn’t take long until he starts exploring your body without your aid – grabbing and squeezing experimentally. he goes off on the noises you make, only tearing his eyes away from your flesh to admire the expressions you make for him. once he started moving on his own, you made quick work to rid him of his shirt.

all of a sudden you’re jerked forward, chest pressing flush against his own as he tries to angle you in place. the blunt head of his cock prods experimentally at your entrance and you hear him inhale sharply when it gets coated with your arousal.

it’s embarrassing how wet you are.

“hold on, Jason I—” you whimper against him uselessly as he glides his cock against your entrance, eagerly coating himself with your wetness. “you’re too big… I don’t know if it can fit” you plead with him and you feel his chest rumble in response before he starts rutting his cock between your lips, the wet friction against your sensitive bud sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

you’re dazed at this point, settling your hands on his shoulders for support as he continued to thrust deliberately against your wet cunt. “Jason, I don’t think it’ll—” you look back up at him and the dark expression in his eyes leaves you at a loss for words.

he’ll make it fit. you got him all needy, now you need to take responsibility.

the head of his cock catches at your entrance and he grips your hips hard enough to bruise. Jason is breathing heavily now, sweat beading across his chest as he stares back at you wordlessly. it was taking all of his strength to hold back. despite his intense gaze it seems like he was giving you one last chance to back out.

you respond by slowly sinking on his cock. tears welled up at the corners of your eyes at the sudden intrusion but you feel a hand on your cheek immediately, his thumb brushing the moisture away.

even with how wet you were it still took a lot to take him in without preparation. he was splitting you open, stretching you out well beyond your limits – god, he was so fucking thick. a pained groan escapes your throat as you realize you’ve only taken half of him, and he in turn presses the back of his head further into the headrest of the couch to keep whatever shred of control he has left.

you whimpered pitifully as you continue to sink further and further down his cock until you were fully seated. the feeling of being filled to the brim with his dick made you dizzy, even more so when you felt the spongy head of his cock press threateningly against your cervix. you could feel every twitch of his cock as your walls struggled to accommodate him. “Jason, fuck—” you cussed as he snaked his arms around your waist, pushing his hips up until he was balls deep in your tight cunt.

without warning, you felt a sudden surge of heat swell inside of you as he caged you tightly in his arms.

holy shit, he was already cumming.

the masked man let out a garbled moan as his body shook, so deep and guttural that you felt it in your bones. to your surprise, you felt him fucking you through his own orgasm – desperate, hurried thrusts that made your insides coil in delight. he was prolonging his climax as best he could. Jason had his head held back, eyes rolled back in pure pleasure as he continued to fill you with his seed, thick and potent.

it took him a minute to compose himself, feeling like he had briefly dropped his brain at some point and started thinking with his dick instead. it was so instinctual; he didn’t realize how badly he wanted to rail you until you were sat all cute on his dick like you belonged there. his post-nut clarity hit him like a train however, as he flinched when he realized what he had done and his hands shot up immediately to give you a quick look-over.

“I’m okay,” you assured him, even finding his sudden panic endearing. you were still very much sat on his dick with his cum in you. (he was still at half-mast, even.) the gears started turning in his head and you could practically see him go through the phases: guilt, shame, self-loathing, rage.

you could only witness so much of his mental breakdown until you decide it’s enough so you gently hold his face in your hands and pepper his mask with kisses much like you did earlier. “I adore you,” you start, moving to press feathery kisses across his neck as you feel his heartbeat increasing against your own chest. “I have for some time now,” you continue with an experimental grind of your hips. it was much easier to take him in his current state, especially with the excessive amount of cum acting as a lube.

“and I’m sorry I’ve let my—ah, my desires get the better of me before I could say anything. I can’t help it when you look at me like you want to keep me all to yourself.” you explain further, jolting slightly when he starts to move against you again, holding your gaze with his own. “…please, Jason. I want that more than anything.” his breath hitches.

“take me all you want, I’m yours to kee—fuck!” he feels his blood rush straight to his dick and he’s fully erect again like it’s nothing, grunting in response before shoving his cock into you as far as it could go. that’s all he needed to hear.

his, all his.

he repeats in his head, arms locked around you so dangerously tight he knew if he wasn’t careful enough he might break a rib or two.

all for him.

the masked man bounces you on his cock like you were made for him, savoring the way your insides suck him in greedily. he feels a lot less embarrassed now for cumming so quickly.

you wanted it, after all—no, needed it.

needed him.

if you needed to be his this badly, cooing at him so sweetly even as he’s mindlessly rutting into you like an animal, then by god he’s taking you. he’s keeping you all for himself, just like you want him to.

Jason feels his head going blank as he nears his peak again and judging by the pitch of your voice, it seems like you were getting close too.

the man stands so abruptly you could do nothing but hold onto him like a ragdoll. he makes sure to keep himself nestled inside you as he shifts positions. you feel your world spinning for a moment before you're being set down gently onto the pile of sodden cotton blankets below. you’re unsure at this point if it was because of your own arousal or if it was Jason’s cum leaking out of you.

you feel a rough, calloused hand on your cheek, giving it a few gentle taps as if to check if you were fully conscious or not. your eyes refocus just in time to take in the sight of him pushing your legs further apart and you moan shamelessly. he folds himself over you to claim you deeper and it feels like being engulfed in a fire.

the head of his cock presses purposefully against your cervix again and it takes your breath away.

god, you were so full already.

you feel his fingers press against your face to turn you towards him and he meets your eyes with a deadly look. he slowly pulls his cock out just until the head remained before slamming down into your insides so hard that the couch creaked in protest, knocking all the breath out of your lungs.

Jason holds your face in place, not breaking eye contact as he does it again.

mine.

you unravel underneath him before he could do it again, cumming so hard that your eyes roll to the back of your head. a deep groan forces out of his throat as you tighten around him and he takes great effort not to bury another load in you.

he instead takes your sudden tightness as a challenge and does it again, shoving his cock back into you so hard that you start seeing stars.

then he does it again, and again, going faster with each thrust until he’s threatening to break you open to make room for more of his seed.

Jason only pauses to fold you in half, maneuvering your half-limp body around to position you into a mating press. where did he even learn how to do that? any hope to form a coherent thought is quickly thrown out the window once he starts mounting you like an animal and you could do nothing but drool and babble about how good he’s making you feel.

miraculously he seems to understand your incoherent rambles and praises—and in response, he drills into you so hard you’re convinced he’s doing it to mold your insides into the shape of him.

as you’re rapidly approaching your second climax, you feel hard plastic against the side of your face and you instinctively throw your arms around him and bury your face in his neck like your life depended on it. the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoes across the empty cabin in a steady rhythm.

your second climax hits you so hard you start trembling, mouth opening into a silent scream before biting down onto your lover’s neck.

Jason groans as he feels your teeth on him, his own hips snapping to a halt as he shoots his second load into you so abruptly he starts seeing white. hot, sticky cum floods into the deepest parts of you and you could do nothing but ride out your own climax, your insides sucking it all up greedily. you feel him rock against you slowly, as if to avoid any more of his seed from spilling.

“easy, big guy. if you keep doing that I might cum again” you mumble, voice hoarse from overuse. the behemoth of a man stares back down at you with a slight tilt of his head.

is that such a bad thing?

“are you serious? you’ve cum in me twice already!” you furrow your brows at him in disbelief and he says nothing as he sits back on his heels to move your legs to his sides, the rocking of his hips slowly but deliberately increasing in pace.

“Jason!” you jab at him playfully as you stifle a moan. how is he still hard? he responds by staring you down and taking your hips in his hands and rubbing circles into them. that’s what you get for seducing him, now deal with the consequences.

the storm continued to batter down on the cabin as Jason picked up the pace again despite your weak protests, the pile of movies sat on the coffee table long forgotten. he would brave the cold outside again and again if it meant he could always rely on you to warm him up after.

[marinerainbow]

"I just wanna make sweet love to you~"

I'm just saying Russ would have treated Audrey much better than Orin did and showed him how to be a real rockabilly greaser. No, I will not take constructive criticism.

[bennyb0i0]

David after I peg him

[willowwee]

Slasher (Charlotte)🔪🩸

CW: Blood

Mask version:

Ramble: the way I've been getting alot of Slasher designs in the middle of drawing and coloring my Slasher 💀💀 tumblr knew me too well even outside of tumblr.

Here's some random headcanons I got for my Slasher:

I swear escaped mentioned some burn marks on Slasher's face before but tumblr wouldn't let me check if it's true or not so I'm just putting some burn marks on my Slasher anyway

Charlotte was considered as a pretty person but then she got into an accident which led to people isolate her bc of the burn marks on her face. Charlotte did got angry at that but suppressed it by doing her work

Bcs of the incident, she had nightmares of it and eventually lose alot of sleep over it

She eventually got into the whole killing thing bcs she couldn't handle the isolation and needed some fun

She did got alot of machetes and knives bcs her family ran a knife related business in another town and she grew up learning how knives made and even decided to learned how to make a machete before she decided to kill

Charlotte loves cute shit like cute rings, ribbons, and necklaces which is why I made her having alot of accessories 💀💀

Charlotte is also a bit strong like stronger than average strength? She also got some muscles on her basically

(Not Charlotte related but I love that one post thay made Basher a big boy I STRONGLY AGREED THAT DUDE WOULD BE A BIG BOYYYY)

(Edit) forgot to mention that the incident also burned off most of the eyelids? Which is why she looked a bit surprised most of the time

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Billy being upset at Stu for not knowing NIN, so he demands if he knows Alice Cooper, and Stu is like "hell yeah! I love School's Out!" and he starts to sing it

And then Billy whacks him because he's not done interrogating him. "And what about GG Allin?"

"Who the fuck is that?" Stu would ask, rubbing his bruising arm.

Billy would then roll his eyes and bring out all his newspapers and magazines on GG Allin and basically spend hours ranting about his life up until his death

And Stu would be like, "hmmm, you know a lot about this weirdo..."

And Billy will be like smiling and blushing, "he was really cool. I learnt a lot from him."

And Stu just sighs, seeing that this dead singer makes his boyfriend happy, and starts listening to GG Allin's music

[lunaritychuwolf]

Slasher and Basher OC:

This is Asher Draven! My Slasher OC from @escapedaudios Slasher and Basher Series��

Asher wields a wakizashi or a small katana as her weapon. It provides clean and easy cuts and is light weight.

The reason she chose to become 'Slasher' was because of her perculiar liking to the Supernatural.

@rustycopper4use I'm done😌

@piffany666 join meeeee😩

A new extended universe we shall create😂

[rustycopper4use]

Slasher And Basher!

slasher is my favourite so far, I think he’s just charming lil fella.

(also I’m definitely not freaking out over escaped finding my art. I knew he was here but that quick-)

[blackcubez]

Don’t matter how attractive you’ll still get slashed>:)

[stillaclownlol]

Screaming into the void rn lmao

I am a chronic shitty slasher movie addict, so a slasher au is always up my alley ...I'm just finally in a fandom where it makes sense (kinda) 🤡

Tw: ...people..die, cuz...it's a slasher movie

It's at a summer camp because I love summer camps, they're so nostalgic to me even tho I went to a really fancy one and not the dumpster camp Ash is a counselor at lmao

It's her first summer there, and she's working with the rest of the gang (Tay, Tyler, Ben, and Logan). She's a dance instructor hehe, her group of kids are planning a ballet recital for the end of camp party :) But she's pissed off cuz they don't have the funds for anything nice.

Then...for some reason the camps start getting donations from , which is a little weird, but hell, Ash doesn't get paid enough to ask her boss (idk maybe Mr. Thomas) about it. But at the same time, weird shit starts happening; the phones get destroyed, finding bugs in the food supplies, or weird puzzles/messages are left around camp. Ash thinks it's some asshole kid messing around for fun :< One day, all the kids go on a field trip with a diff instructor so Ash and her friends can finally relax!

Then yknow, shit hit the fan when they find Tyler's corpse impaled on the tree. Looks like somebody pushed him, but the owners of the camp cover it up and say it's a freak accident and he just fell :/

Cue the rest of the gang quickly getting picked off in increasingly brutal/bizarre ways (sprayed with chemicals, knives to the face, they even find Logan totally massacred in a bear cave), until...it's just Ash.

Obviously seeing her friends die horribly in the span of like 2 days has done some serious damage to her psyche 💀 She's huddling in a cabin tryna call the police, but every time she tries the phone it's some creep saying how much he likes her breathing. Decides to suck it up and try to escape... *sigh* I'd love to draw a chase scene. Aiden's obsessed with her, he gave the donations since he saw how unhappy she was...and picked off all her friends because you know. Possessive much?

Kind of guy who likes to play with his victims, he does games like "hide and seek" or "where am i gonna stick the knife? :)" Definitely flirts with her as she tries to claw his neck out 🤡

But it's a final girl story, so ofc Ash wins and stabs him >:D Calls the cops using his phone and gets the hell outta dodge. Ofc, when she comes back, all the corpses are still there...except for Aiden *shrug*

Comic coming out in...the next decade presumably 💀

[cursed-mirror-head]

Rooftop Solo 🥀🖤

Summary: They had both died. But now he was here to set things right. He couldn’t let go what had happened to them both. It was too awful— they didn’t deserve what had happened to them. Shelly especially. Eric’s hands clenched at the memory, his eyes squeezing shut in discomfort. He didn’t come back here to be reminded of the past. He came here to take a moment to rest.

(Solo moment for Eric needing a break and thinking of the past)

Tags:Masturbation,Sentimental,Romance,Depression,Lost Love,Shelly is not actually in this fic,Past Character Death,Plot What Plot/PWP,Just wanted an excuse to write Eric being deliciously whiny, Drabble

Words: 1,867

AO3 link

He was alone.

They had both died. But now he was here to set things right. He couldn’t let go what had happened to them both. It was too awful— they didn’t deserve what had happened to them. Shelly especially. Eric’s hands clenched at the memory, his eyes squeezing shut in discomfort. He didn’t come back here to be reminded of the past. He came here to take a moment to rest.

Admitting that seemed like such a sin. Eric felt the weight of expectation upon him, as heavy as a crow on his shoulder, to get the revenge they both deserved. Despite how seemingly immortal his body was now, he still grew weary from running from place to place and healing from whatever damage he received. Yet despite his weariness, he couldn’t relax. He was too tense and ready to react at a moment’s notice. Eric thought coming back here would help with that. At least this place was safe as much as it was familiar.

Opening his eyes again, he forced himself to relax his hands. Eric did his best to remember the apartment as it once was, full of soft lighting and lush colors. Velvets and patchwork pieces of furniture that made everything feel comfortable and warm. Following his memory, he walked over to their shared desk and opened the drawer to the right to pull out the photos hidden there. It was photos of Eric and Shelly together with smiles on their faces as they held one another close. Silly fleeting photos he had taken just because he wanted the memory with him. It all seemed so long ago. Eric ignored the wedding magazine hidden under all the photos in the drawer, the bitter reminder too sharp on his heart. Instead he took one particular photo from the pile. It was a picture of Shelly by herself with a soft look in her eyes as her hair curled around her face prettily. She looked soft and loving as she stared back at the camera with a small smile on her lush lips.

Eric was entranced by the photo as he made his way over to the nearby lounge chair. It was plush enough to settle into comfortably as he was lost in the small photo in his hand. Shelly….he missed her so much. He could just imagine her sweet voice murmuring to him as they both went about their daily lives. And her eyes— they captured his heart the first time he saw her. Eric let out a soft sigh at the memory, his thumb unconsciously brushing against her face in the photo.

“Shelly….” The name left his lips like a prayer, only it was too forlorn to truly be one. Eric couldn’t help but think of their first kiss. It had been so slow and passionate, full of longing from weeks of flirting with one another. Soon after that he was getting kisses like that nearly every day. He loved how she lingered in each kiss, truly savoring it as if it could be the last. At the time he simply thought it was a sweet quirk of hers, how little did he know how much that lingering kiss would mean to him.

“Mm…”

Then there was the way she touched him. So desperate and gentle— it drove him wild how she touched his skin with slow determination. She did whatever she could to make him ache for her. The way her nails scratched against his skin or smoothed along the contours of his body followed by the soft press of her lips. He often returned the favor, letting his own lips taste her soft skin with unrestrained relish.

God her body— he loved how soft and supple she felt under his hands. Her flesh yielding to his firm touch to turn into violet blossoms on a pale canvas if he wished it. Eric loved pressing his teeth to her neck and feeling her pulse under his tongue. He loved feeling the curve of her ribs under his fingertips and the way her back arched in response to his seeking hands. He loved knowing that she loved every mark her placed upon her and that she would wear it with simmering pride the next day.

Eric put his free hand up to cover his mouth as his breathing grew heavy and his body got hotter. He could feel his blood rushing through his veins, reminding him of what it was like to be alive. Was it so wrong to indulge in such desires? To remember the pleasure he once received from the love between them? Could he be allowed this one moment of weakness? The photo in Eric’s hand fell to the floor as his eyes closed.

“Shelly….” Eric’s free hand softly trailed over his chest as she once did, dipping down from his collarbone, over his sternum, down to the waistline of his pants. Shelly in his mind teased along the waistband, letting her fingers dance around the v of his hips and his stomach. She looked up at him from where she knelt between his legs, a mischievous smirk on her face as she brushed her hands up his torso once more to slide over his chest. She purposely brushed her hands over his nipples, eyes lighting up with how a soft whine escaped him at the touch. Eric strained under the sensation, his back arching to follow her hands while his face heated pink. It was a guilty indulgence of his that he hardly liked to admit, but one she always loved to feed. Anything to see him fall apart under her hands. She didn’t linger long and instead chose to press kisses over his clothed chest while her hands followed their path down.

Just relax Eric. Let me take care of you.

“Mmf—“ He pressed his hand harder to his mouth as his free hand gently rubbed against the growing bulge underneath the shiny leather of his pants. Shelly was teasing him again, palming his hardening length just enough to make him pant. Fuck he wanted her so badly. He wanted to be in her—to complete her and fill her and feel her.

Eric couldn’t help himself as he reached down to swiftly undo the buttons of his pants, making him sigh as the pressure was thankfully removed. He didn’t pull himself out of his boxers quite yet. Shelly would tease him further by kissing along his clothed length. It was so much, so overwhelming as the pleasure grew stronger. Eric was biting his fingers now as her ground against his hand needily.

“Please…. please Shelly—“ Eric managed to gasp out with a low desperate moan against his hand, his brows furrowed in tortured bliss. “I— I need you—“ Finally, Shelly pulled his dick free from his boxers, the smile on her lips bright with amusement as she stared up at him. She had him right where she wanted him.

“A-Ah~ Oh god yes—!”

Eric’s eyes rolled back in his head as Shelly started to stroke him in slow firm pumps. Her lips were so close to him, he could feel the heat of her breath against his skin. It made his dick twitch in her hands as she continued to pleasure him.

“Shelly….Shelly~”

Images of their nights together flashed through his mind. Over and over again they came together, showering each other in pleasure until they both saw stars. Soft skin pressing against one another and the sticky sweet taste of arousal on their tongues before it was washed away by the slick press of their lips. Shelly’s body over his, her breasts bouncing with the beat of her hips as she rode him with long breathy moans escaping her each time she bottomed out. God he loved seeing her like that— so confident and beautiful as she took her pleasure from him. It made the heat inside of him coil tighter as his hands clung to her hips like a life line.

Though it was always nice to see her lying on their bed, hair splayed out in a halo around her face as he thrust into her again and again. Her lips would part in a soft gasp as he filled her to the core, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips and her hands tangled in his hair. He even loved those moments when the pleasure was too much for her and she would leave pretty crimson score marks along his back in an aching reminder of their evening together. Eric would simply bury his face against her neck bite her soft skin in return.

“Ohhh~ Ah— Ah~ S-Shelly~”

Eric’s hand moved faster, following the imaginary rhythm they had together. He could feel Shelly squeezing him tightly and hear her cries of bliss. She was so wet and he was so close. So close. Eric bit his fingers once again, struggling to control the heat building up inside of him. He needed something. Just something more to send him over the edge.

Shelly was looking into his eyes now, that soft look was on her face as she smiled sweetly at him despite the sweat beading her brow and the dark blush on her face. She looked beautiful like this, with her eyes full of emotion and ready to share it all with him.

….I love you….so much Eric…..

“MM—!!”

Hot spurts of cum dripped over his hand as he arched in his seat, his cry muffled by his other hand. His hips jolted as his mind soared, feeling close to heaven once more. Stars sparkled in front of him in a dazzling display before it all slowly faded to darkness.

With a heaving chest, Eric slowly came down from his high as he finally opened his eyes. He was hit with reality once again as he looked at their forgotten home in front of him. Eric’s hand dropped from his face as he took it all in. Shelly wasn’t here. She was gone, and he had work to do. A heavy sigh was heard as he righted himself before standing up. He needed to clean up. He couldn’t rest any longer. Each moment he stopped gave them time to hurt more people.

Eric began to walk away when the sound of a soft crunch under his boots stopped him. He looked down to see Shelly’s photo smiling up at him from under his boot. It seemed like a hollow reminder now compared to the memories he had. Regardless, he leaned down to pick up the small piece of paper and looked it over for a long moment.

Shelly.

“…..I love you too.”