#slasher x male s/o

[sl4sh3rsub]

art the clown hcs (nsfw: mdni)

art the clown x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: so so much. unhygienic behaviour, p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), creampies, fingering (receiving), overstimulation (receiving), dubious consent + cnc (with art), noncon (with [sometimes intoxicated] victims + art, not with reader), art is mute, reader is put on display and used as bait for art's activities, art makes his own snuff?? idk but there's sexual stuff with dead bodies + art in the same vicinity, masturbation, blood kink but lots of blood in general, gore, mentions of injury and giving injury (not on reader), public sex/exhibitionism, oral (giving + receiving), rimming (giving), period sex, cumrag, sexual photographs taken of/for reader, art goes commando, scarification, art is a switch - if only to commit to the bit, fear play (empty guns, dull knives), bondage (reader receiving), cum eating, somnophilia, shoe humping, cum tributes, feet stuff mentioned, musk kink, corruption kink mentioned?, mtf section mentions art performing an orchiectomy

a/n: kinda edited. he's so nine inch nails/orgy coded and the movies are so scary that i chickened out rewatching parts of terrifier 2 pls forgive me :3 the first dot point is to set the mood, sorry but it gets right into it

READ THE WARNINGS this one's very intense - please, if you think this might be too much for you or just uncomfortable, skip this one.

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

art will put on a home video of him torturing and toying with someone while you're held between his legs - he wants to have a fun little viewing party for his recent exploits! he toys with your hole, teasing you as his cock ruts into your lower back. the sinister clown ignores the thrashing of your legs as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your poor, tired body. the only time he lets up, giving a break from his constant stimulation on your sweet spots, is when he pauses to mimic a wave or jolly dance in the video he's showing you. the way your slick arousal thins and connects his fingers whenever he waves at the screen would be comical if your head wasn't so fuzzy from the constant edging. he loves tormenting people but the methods for you are a bit more... delicious

whenever he comes home injured, he patiently sits propped against a wall as you tend to his weeping wounds. judging by the ripped clown suit and gashes littering his skin, it was evidently a rough night. he doesn't bother to tell you that he will heal at abnormally fast speeds, he just loves the sight of his blood smeared on your skin. while you bandage art up, the gauze ends up giving him more coverage than his shredded suit - he meets your gaze with a sly grin as he thrusts up into your hand, showing what he has to offer. you'll have to ignore the drying blood all over the two of you, as he rushes to pull your face into of his lap to let out some pent-up energy :<

he's always so playful whenever you both get down and dirty, whether it's pulling surprised expressions whenever you cum, dragging his finger down from your lips to your throat to shush you or flick your nipples only to giggle at your surprised face

if art is not in the mood to trudge home alone after a rampage, he'll text you an address to meet him at. to no one's surprise, it's always a laundromat. he loves to fuck you in the empty establishments while his clothing is in a washing cycle - after all, it would be rude to get your clothing dirty while he's taking you from behind over a dryer. he pays extra attention to getting off and finishing inside you as a way to wind down from a wild time, his creamy release dripping onto the floor. guess you'll have to bust out the mop on shaky legs while art cheerily dresses himself and patiently waits for you on the bench next to the window - he can't help but admire his special person and be proud of how he made them come undone

his favourite way to wake up is to have his throbbing cock in your mouth, his gaze half-lidded as you work your hand along his length and envelop him with your soft lips. art is addicted to you sloppily gagging on him, spit and precum drooling down his balls. his huffs of pleasure gracing your ears are the sweetest part of any early morning

whenever you finish giving art head, kiss his tip softly after swallowing, making sure to slurp up his cum from dribbling down his shaft and he'll trace a heart on your forehead with your tears from gagging on him. if you meet his gaze as you catch your breath, he'll quietly shush and tut at you in reassurance while you rest your cheek against his bare thigh, petting your hair

the clown likes to play a game where he captures male victims he's focused on, strips them down, then ties them up in a row and gags them. he makes them watch as he pleasures you in front of them, spread on display as he mocks them and their tears, all while you come undone on his cock and fingers. he punishes the one that gets hard first (away from you, of course - he drags the guy to the next room to deal with later). art puts you on display in front of the remaining men, dons a shitty wig and red lipstick then slowly jerks off the softest person as they gradually get more aroused at the sight of you playing with yourself and moaning for art to fuck you. art is overall most turned on by other people watching you without touching what's his - he loves showing you off and feeling proud that they could never pleasure you like he could :3

art fucks you against the windows of buildings he's snuck into - he loves giving an eyeful for his potential victims and he's not above tempting them into the building he's camped out in with the false promise of joining in

he has certain hand signals for you to bend over, drop your pants or get on your knees. it's not in an intimidating dominant way, it's simply out of necessity as he cannot verbally order you to do anything in the bedroom

your pleasure is not the priority all the time - art's main goal is for him to feel good, however he may realise that certain things make you squeeze his cock perfectly and as a result, your orgasms are a coincidental byproduct of his lust

art is a sucker for being balls deep inside you when he cums but he also enjoys painting your sloppy hole - an excellent view, plus there's so much to scoop up and finger deep back inside you

whenever he cums, art's tummy tenses and his thighs spasm as his eyes roll backwards. his chest shudders as his breathing gets shaky, needing to grab onto something to steady himself. his cum itself is generally thick but whenever you remind him to drink water, it'll get very thin and watery. it's important to note, his cum colour fluctuates between a regular milk colour and pitch black goop

art the clown freeballs in his satin costume, just hangin out for the sake of convenience and simplicity - if he's needing to piss, rub one out or get undressed to sleep, why should underwear be in the way? he's an absolute pervert, so he loves you seeing his dick whenever you look at him

force him have a shower - not even a bath, the water would get dirty too quick. caked layers of metallic blood and dirt don't help anyone's general scent and if he's around you a lot, you don't want a smelly clown trailing you and in your general vicinity

he wanders around naked after he takes a hot shower, when his costume is drying and his painted neck is waiting to be properly touched up. expect to see his bare dick twitch while you stare in shock, mouth hanging open at his blatant lack of shame in his nudity. the same thing applies to whenever the clown suit has a hole in it - at this point it's any excuse to be in the nude and flaunting his body around, the tapered tip of his cock always pulsing under your bashful eye

art carves his name into you - or something like 'art was here', 'art's art' or 'art's toy' - but you get to choose where! in his mind, it's like a collaborative effort :<

he's addicted to your warmth and tightness, so be ready to have his pasty cock buried in you whenever there's nothing to do. he'll pull you onto his lap while bunched up and all tense, pull down your underwear and spit on his length, slowly sliding into you as his muscles release all tension. he's practically a limp puddle once he's deep inside - he's comfortable enough to nap like this and will cuddle you until you feel the same way. the bastard will occasionally toot his horn to scare you into clenching around his softly throbbing dick

his love language is physical touch - his hand is always hovering near your hip, ass or lower back and he pats your cheek or kisses your temple if you've been good, petting your hair as you doze off next to him. his version on an 'i love you' is a warm palm cupping your face as he intertwines his body with yours, your muscles relaxing as you lean into his heat

the clown always, always leaves deep bites and bruises all over your body. prepare to have painkillers at every single meal, because he makes sure you're aching and bleeding when he's done with you after a rough day

as he doesn't make you participate in his meals of flesh and rubbish, expect to have his victim's homecooked leftovers, as well as pizza and other take-out regularly - all with a little extra salty glaze ontop <3 he's a romantic after all and still wants a small part of him inside you no matter what, that way you're never really lonely - his warmth settling in your tummy and also leaking from between your legs

art marks up your neck with his tongue and nails, leaving crescent moons and maroon roses etched into your skin like a morbid necklace. although he's not happy that you don't heal abnormally fast like he does, your shudders as his cold nails trail over your tender flesh spark a warmth within his gut and a glint in his eye

art chokes you so often that his hand is practically your necklace. he likes the control he's able to exercise subtly with a squeeze of his fingers and you don't mind the comforting pressure of his thumb skimming over your pulse. be sure to wash his gloves often thought - whenever you drool or have given him head and his hand then takes its place around your throat, the remnants of the fluids often soak into the material clinging to his palms. eventually, it'll make his skin tacky with dried cum and spit, stuck to the threadbare gloves

his guilty pleasure is having you ride him and take control, with zero regard for accidentally overstimulating him - sure he could breed you of his own volition, in his own time, but he's your toy in that moment with no control. the coincidental creampie being fucked deeper and deeper in you makes a shiver run down his spine. he's willing to be a pliable doll for you to mould into a quiet fuck toy to play with. be sure to hold art close and comfort him after you take control and he'll do the same back after he's been rough

art gets his hands on incredibly dull knives and empty guns with no magazine, especially pistols, and brings them into your sexual life. he loves the fear in your eyes as he trails the blades down your chest, tracing your nipples and thighs but the clown is especially turned on by making you suck the barrel of a gun - pretty eyes glittering in panic and arousal. he makes a game of rigging a shotgun with tripwires - if you shift too much while he trails his tongue down your body or thrash as he makes you cum on his face, the threat of the trigger being pulled gives you a rush of adrenaline that makes your eyes roll back, vision fading white. his gun fixation is not limited to just that - some other ideas he's been cooking up include you being fucked by a dead cop's handgun while humping his clown shoe, as well as you christening each new weapon he creates during his tinkering sessions

if he's desperate to jerk off, he'll do it wherever - ready to get it over with even if he ends up rubbing one out next to a dead body or in the middle of a public park. if he returns to you with dirty gloves and semen drying on the wrist, don't ask what happened because his mimed description of events is never pleasant

art sits on your face and gets off with his fist while you fuck him with your tongue, lapping at his hole. he tosses his head back and pants very softly, thighs trembling as he grinds himself on your face - bonus points if you let him pull back and fuck your mouth with his cock for a bit before returning to suffocate you between his asscheeks

he loves licking your skin everywhere. absolutely everywhere. he loves the taste of your salty sweat and warmth, feeling powerful having your pulse race under his tongue. if you fuck him, stuff your fingers in his mouth and his eyes will roll back in his skull

art suspends you with chains and rope, teasing you until you're begging to be fucked. his deft fingers trace your curves and edges, flicking and pinching your nipples, inner thighs and ass as he manically grins with a clear cock print in the front of his suit. he only maneuvers you to take his cock once you're dripping spit, tears and arousal onto the cold floor and screaming for him

as art knows you belong to him, sharing you with another man gets him going like nothing else - he'll eiffel tower you with a restrained captive, urging you to choke on the stranger's hardening dick as he fucks you so deep you're gasping for air and seeing stars. what's gonna happen, the guy survives? fuck no, he's already practically giftwrapped at death's doorstep just from becoming art's captive. why not make the last few hours of his life enjoyable and more than fulfilling - if the poor sod is willing, you could even keep him for a night or two as a pet

if you have genital, nipple piercings or even a septum done, art will dangle a little bell from each hoop. it immediately brightens his day to hear the little jingles whenever you're bouncing on his dick and he can't resist flicking them to make you jolt or smacking your ass whenever you walk near him just to hear the sweet soft tinkle under your loose clothing

art cleans up each basement/house he temporarily stays in, with a designated bed to fit the two of you and ensures there's a bathroom and basic laundry attached for your comfort - he notices you tend to avoid his being in his proximity whenever he gets too smelly. he may also move in with you for bouts of time - provided you have the space - but also camps out at his usual haunts and drags you along to hang out with him! the poor clown hates being lonely :(

he might go on a walk with you and toy with you - he gets off on watching you panic as he whips his dick out in public and gestures for you to kiss it, rub your face over it and worship him, hard or not. the control he holds over you and the headrush of power, combined with your submissive gaze aimed up at him, makes his growing affection and attachment towards you grow stronger

he brings you human organs and shitty handwritten poems - 'here's a heart but i wanna be the one pumping inside of you <:o)' or 'i could call you this esophagus the way you swallowed me so well last night >:)'

he has a collection of picture frames in his hideout because he takes photos of you and sticks them in nice frames - who needs playboy magazines when he can make tributes to you? you can tell which one is his favourite, with the crusty sludge stuck to the glass and wood protecting the flimsy picture

art definitely wants a footjob every now and then, every once in a while. it means he can tie up your hands while you get him off AND he still has two hands to play with you - a win win situation all around. he's not really into it strictly because it's feet, he just gets off on the thought of corrupting you more with such a taboo action

he has a love-hate relationship with piss too - he loves to have you obediently under him as he showers you with piss and cum, corrupting you a little more each time he marks you with his smell, but he hates because it masks your natural scent which is one of the few things that makes his head spin

if you get anxious or restless, he always has a cold body nearby.. oh you want something warmer? feel free to suckle on his soft cock or his sac while you cuddle his leg and fidget with the cloth of his pantleg

although he's gotten a lot better at regulating his personal hygiene since you met him, he doesn't always clean himself up - the musky and tangy stench of blood, sweat and grime permeates his suit until he scrubs clean

art loves it when you do filthy things for his pleasure, like sniffing his armpits while humping him or rimming him with his sweaty balls resting on your nose, making your brain go dumb

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amab hcs

whenever art is thinking about being away for a few days to camp out at a certain location, he'll grab himself a clean rag and dedicate an entire night to getting you to cum on the cloth as many times as possible. it wouldn't be a pair of underwear from either of you - he hates wearing any type of clothing under the suit, even if it's your cum stained boxers - so it'd have to be a ripped piece of cloth from an old clown outfit. he'll jack you off and fuck you while holding it over your tip and even gag on your cock until the flimsy material is coated and probably permanently stained in your spend. he just wants a keepsake for the road and why not make it imbued with memories of the two of you enjoying yourselves? his own little cumrag to remember what he has back home, something special to return to!

art will ask you to be bait for him - either through stripping down sensually and pressing your bulge and ass against the windows of art’s current setup to entice horny, often intoxicated, onlookers late at night or indulging catcallers and inviting them to get it on with you back at the designated building, caressing their chest and crotch as you both giggle and meander inside. the clown always has your back and would not let you get hurt by the strangers at all, but the bait portion of his plan is extremely important to lull the victims into an optimistic headspace for them to ignore the shady setting

art craves the sensation of you throbbing under his tongue, the feeling of your pulse as you leak your pleasure all over his lips and the heavy musky taste slips down his throat

he'll get you a cute, sparkly plastic ring from a gachapon machine down at the arcade and fake proposes to you! later in the week, he'll break into a sex shop and bring home a matching cock ring (he's a romantic)

art has an obsession with your balls - nipping at them, having them slap against his chin or nose bridge as he messily takes as much as he can down his throat, you name it. expect greasepaint at the base of your cock and staining your pubes

he scrapes his nails down your back whenever you fuck his tight ass, pale cock bobbing and leaking everywhere. he adores marking up your back with the red ridges of broken skin as he cums all over your chests, shooting warmth up and splattering it on your flushed neck

if he's on top and riding, he'll put all his weight into choking you while he bounces up and down on your cock, eyes glinting with pride at your gasped thanks whenever he pulls you back from the brink of unconsciousness

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afab hcs

art is obsessed with you whenever it's 'that time of the month' - you can barely get away from his wandering hands and quiet presence. he drops everything the moment you reach for your favourite snacks and heat pack, drags over a dark towel he keeps on hand for you. ever since he learnt that orgasms help relieve cramps and pain, he has felt a lot less selfish for wanting to ravage you while you're tender and bleeding. he has numerous photos of his bloodied cock framed by your ass cheeks or your warm cunt and he often takes videos on your phone of his length throbbing and oozing copious amounts of pink cum <3

art has an addiction to taking upskirt pictures of your puffy pussy imprint against your thin, practically see-through panties, still slick despite your embarrassment. his guilty pleasure is taking the pics when his cum is leaking from your hole, soaking the fabric

art will ask you to be bait for him - either through stripping down sensually and pressing your chest, ass and pussy against the windows of art’s current setup to entice horny, often intoxicated, onlookers late at night or indulging catcallers and inviting them to get it on with you back at the designated building, caressing their chest and crotch as you both giggle and meander inside. the clown always has your back and would not let you get hurt by the strangers at all, but the bait portion of his plan is extremely important to lull the victims into an optimistic headspace for them to ignore the shady setting

art pretends to talk and communicate with your cunt - acting out gestures as if holding a conversation with your clit while slowly coaxing you to cum and even gesturing at you to shush if you try to interrupt the important moment

eats devours pussy like a demon, a man starved. no hesitance and no restraint, he’s the type to suckle open mouthed kisses to your clit and fucks your dripping hole with his abnormally long tongue. nipping at your folds as he coaxes you to the edge with just a finger, tongue swirling in your slick as you cum - he is sloppy in his work but enthusiastically diligent with the cleanup, not a drop gets past his mouth. greasepaint might stain your thighs afterwards but it's a small price to pay for a talented clown's best efforts

art will find pretty lingerie for you to wear for him, parading around his hideout, making sure you know how hard he gets at your nipples and pussy covered delicately in lace

he flicks and circles your clit while you sleep, cumming all over your pussy before putting your panties back in place. he loves leaving little presents like that for you when you wake - a fuzzy head and a sticky and throbbing mess down there, strings and globs of cum connecting your thighs and the flimsy, soaked material

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ftm hcs

art has never had a handsome toy with a self-lubricating hole before - his fascination with your t-dick leads to endless nights of him experimenting on you with his mouth, fingers and cock to see what makes you tick. his favourite pastime is suckling on your tender dick while he pulses his fingers against your cervix, your whole body jerking from sensitivity as his deft fingers circle your sweet spots

art will ask you to be bait for him - either through stripping down sensually and pressing your chest, ass and boypussy against the windows of art’s current setup to entice horny, often intoxicated, onlookers late at night or indulging catcallers and inviting them to get it on with you back at the designated building, caressing their chest and crotch as you both giggle and meander inside. the clown always has your back and would not let you get hurt by the strangers at all, but the bait portion of his plan is extremely important to lull the victims into an optimistic headspace for them to ignore the shady setting

he keeps a pair of your slick-stained boxers in his ol' bag of tricks, a little keepsake for his on-the-go orgasms - he's a sniffer for sure, securing it over his face so both his hands are free to use on his dick as he gets off to your scent

he scrapes his nails down your back whenever you fuck his tight ass, pale cock bobbing and leaking everywhere. he adores marking up your back with the red ridges of broken skin as he cums all over your chests, shooting warmth up and splattering it on your flushed neck

eats devours boypussy like a demon, a man starved. no hesitance and no restraint, he’s the type to suckle open mouthed kisses to your cock and fucks your dripping hole with his abnormally long tongue. nipping at your folds as he coaxes you to the edge with just a finger, tongue swirling in your slick as you cum - he is sloppy in his work but enthusiastically diligent with the cleanup, not a drop gets past his mouth. you both tiredly giggle after he's done - the face paint around his cheeks and lips is hopelessly smudged, especially after he licks his lips and grins at you. guess he'll have to redo it later, no harm done <3

he fucks you so hard and bruises your cervix to the point where you can only moan his name and whine when he properly pulls out and gives you water with a heatpack and blanket, genuinely scared he went too rough on your insides. if your legs fail after such a long night, he'll throw you over his shoulder or pick you up like royalty and use his inhuman strength to carry you around

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mtf hcs

art the clown is thrilled to have a pretty toy with parts he's familiar with! his fingers nudge your prostate as he suckles on your tip to draw out your sweet noises. he takes you down his throat with ease, tongue lapping at your base - the combination of art's deft fingers working your hole and his hot throat clenching your length brings you to the edge embarrassingly fast. he's always had a thing for seeing his black lip paint smeared on your balls

art has an addiction to taking upskirt pictures of your bulge imprint against your thin, practically see-through panties, slick from your precum drooling and sticking to the fabric despite your embarrassment. his guilty pleasure is taking the pics when his cum is leaking from your hole

he insists on battering your prostate until you're shooting blanks - he never lets up on your poor hole until you're fully spent and your head is empty with only his name on your pretty lips

art will ask you to be bait for him - either through dressing up prettily and then stripping down sensually and pressing your bulge, chest and ass against the windows of art’s current setup to entice horny, often intoxicated, onlookers late at night or indulging catcallers and inviting them to get it on with you back at the designated building, caressing their chest and crotch as you both giggle and meander inside. the clown always has your back and would not let you get hurt by the strangers at all, but the bait portion of his plan is extremely important to lull the victims into an optimistic headspace for them to ignore the shady setting

he scrapes his nails down your back whenever you fuck his tight ass, pale cock bobbing and leaking everywhere. he adores marking up your back with the red ridges of broken skin as he cums all over your chests, shooting warmth up and splattering it on your flushed neck

the clown loves to have you dolled up in lingerie and parading infront of him, bulge and hard nipple pressed against the soft and dainty fabric. his cock gets visibly hard at the sight of you and his head spins at the sensation as you shyly offer to help with his urge to take you then and there

if you're desperate for gender-affirming surgery, art will hone his skills in surgery and sterilization to safely give you an orchiectomy - pun intended. he'll practice and go through the motions for weeks if it means you are happy and he gets to care for you

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it, i'm writing this at 5am. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

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@stonerinthelonlycorner

[gulnarsultan]

‼Warning: Yandere, stalker, kidnapping.‼

》 Yandere Jasoon Voorhees and female reader. 《

You were going to work as a camp counselor at Crystal Lake for the summer. You actually loved being outdoors. And you had great skills when it came to dealing with children. After a few hours of driving, you reached Crystal Lake. They gave you information about what to do and the campground. In the afternoon, the bus carrying your group of children arrived at the camp. You were going to be counseling a group of six children, three boys and three girls.

In fact, after the first few days, the children got used to you and that made it easier to deal with them. You didn’t leave the children alone, you made sure they had enough food and water, were healthy, safe and happy.

There was a group of young people at the camp. In fact, even if they invited you to have fun, you didn’t accept their invitations so as not to leave the children alone.

In the meantime, you were doing your daily chores, unaware that there was someone watching you from a distance. Every now and then, you got the feeling that you were being watched. However, you tried to ignore this feeling.

"See Jason? What a good and well-mannered girl."

His mother's voice echoed in Jason's mind. It was true, he thought. He had been following and watching you for days. You hadn't been drinking, you hadn't been doing anything sexual, and you were doing a great job with your camp counselor responsibilities.

"She'd make a perfect wife. You liked her too, didn't you?"

Jason's cheeks flushed under his mask. He nodded. In Jason's mind, you were a true Princess. He had to protect you and keep you safe, because he had chosen to be your loyal guardian. Nothing strange had happened during the camp, except for the fact that the other group of teens had gone missing.

During this time, the male duties that the other assistant counselor was supposed to do were done on their own. You were actually grateful for that. You couldn't imagine chopping and carrying heavy wood, carrying supplies, and doing other heavy work.

On the last day of the camp, all the students in your group had been taken away by their parents by noon. After organizing the camp, you started to pack your things. After packing everything, you drank a glass of juice. However, you soon felt very tired. You lay down on your bed and closed your eyes. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in another cabin, in a bed, and one of your feet was chained to the bed. When you looked around in fear, you noticed Jason sitting in a chair on the side. You buried your face in the pillow in fear. Jason approached you with heavy steps, left a few daisies next to you, and gently stroked your head. Then he left his cabin. A voice inside you told you that you were stuck here forever.

[bonnielavander]

Thomas Hewitt + scars s/o

This is a fluff piece with a really silly story. TW: brief description of bruises and scars, nothing too graphic or detailed.

- When Thomas saw his scars for the first time, he went into despair. Even though he didn't say it, it was easy to understand that he wanted to know who gave him those scars. After explaining to Thomas that the scars were gained in accidents and things like that, for a moment, he calmed down and looked at his scars.

- Thomas would probably be insecure/afraid to put his hand/finger on his scars, so calm him down and tell him it's okay.

- Thomas would touch his scars with slight trepidation, but after feeling safe with it, he would do it constantly.

"Hey Thomas, look," a voice called the 6'5 man who walked to where his beloved was. When the dark-haired man saw S/o drawing with markers on the marks of his scars, he asked, "Do you want to draw too?" This question took Thomas by surprise, but slowly the man in front responded with a nod.

- The drawing wouldn't look like a real Van Gogh, but it would be perfect because it was his loved one who did it.

- Thomas would undoubtedly be proud of the drawing he made and would like to keep it there for as long as possible.

- Thomas had a calm day without much to do, so he decided to spend the day in bed with you.

- It wasn't anything big, just a day of hugs and cuddles.

- Thomas would most likely ask to see his scars again and view the drawings he made.

"Thomas, give me your hand, please," a loving tone came from S/o's throat as she handed her hand to her lover, who made a drawing of a flower and some mushrooms in the lines of the scars on Thomas' hand. "Here, we both have drawings made by each other," Thomas' lover said with a smile, while Thomas had a blush on his face beneath his mask.

- Thomas is the most precious thing in this world. He will always check if your scars are okay, and I recommend that you do the same.”

[decaying-church]

Slashers: First Time Headcanons

Slashers x male!reader

Requested by anonymous: “Billy lenz, Stu Macher, Billy loomis (+whoeer else you want) first time with m!reader?????No pressure thank you in advance <33”

Summary: Slashers firsts time with the reader.

(A/n: I’m sick and it’s sucks :))

Warning: smut, overstimulation, cumming untouched, dacryphilia, cumming dry.

Characters (in order of appearance): Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Brahms Heelshire, Herbert West.

Billy, in spite of his vulgar and lewd words, was a virgin. There’s not many opportunities for sex when you’ve been hiding in a attic for your entire life. Despite his lack of experience he can go for hours. Probably due to how much he jerks off- you were almost surprised at how long he held out- round after round, cumming on his own chest over and over again until he physically couldn’t anymore. Once he finally came dry, you knew it was time to stop, even though he wanted to keep going. He felt the effects of it the next morning. Feeling a bit lightheaded whenever he stood on his overly sore legs, whimpering whenever he sat down. He clung to you for a few days after, for safety reasons.

With Stu, it’s definitely not his first time having sex. Man’s a hoe. He’s been with many people, he’s topped and bottomed, he’s done it with complete strangers. Stu has been around the block, okay. But it was different with you, because you were actually dating and he actually loved you. That being said, he nearly lost his mind the first time you fucked. He’s been with many people, but none had him biting down on his pillow, cumming untouched with tears running down his face the way you did. Despite being a sobbing, overstimulated mess, he constantly begged for more. When you're done and you’re taking care of him afterwards he’s going to go be a little out of it, a dopey smile on his face as you tried to get him to drink some water.

Another hoe, just like his best friend, Billy has been with many people, but before you he's only ever topped, because he's a stubborn bastard who'll never admit what he wants. And what he wants is to be topped. Even if it takes many, many weeks for him to admit that. When he finally does, he's a natural. Truly and honestly. From his experience as a top, he knows which positions will feel good for you and even better for him. Definitely, the type to shoo you away after. He does want to be comforted and held but he won't let you do it because he's a fucking masochist.

A surprise to no one, Brahms is a virgin. Again, there aren’t many opportunities for sex when living in the walls of your parents house. He’s nervous, but his excitement overrides it. I’ve said this before, he’s touch starved, overly sensitive, and quite loud. All things that became obvious during his first time. His thighs twitched and tried to slam shut around your waist, clawing at your back as he let out a long moan. You’d hardly even done anything yet, just barely pushing inside him and he was already panting and whimpering. He doesn’t really know what sex is supposed to feel like so he keeps asking you to try different paces and positions with him. He ended up cumming before you, and he wanted to hold out until you finished but it quickly became too much and he had to tap out. He felt a little guilty about it but you reassured him that it was okay, he was able to enjoy that post-sex feeling a little more after that.

Herbert isn’t a virgin. He’s had sex before, but only as a form of manipulation. It’s fucked up but honestly you found it kinda cute. He’s never had sex for pleasures sake, so you decided to give him as much pleasure as he could handle. It happened in his lab, bent over the only clear surface. In a weird way, he's kinda used to sex. Well, normal, primarily straight, 10-20 minute quickies. So going into having sex with you he expected it to be just as dissmisable as the other times had been. But it wasn't, it was passionate, and loving, and probably rougher than it should have been. But above all else it was good. Something Herbert hadn't thought about sex…ever. In the end he's laying on the table, trying to think of something slick to say, but nothing comes to mind. The two of you do eventually have to sneak upstairs, but not before Dan makes a comment from his room about the noise.

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[small-sinclair]

Lester slow dancing with you while the sun sets behind the trees. The radio turned down low but loud enough to hear it. He’s calm and filled with contentment because he has you. He’ll always have you.

That’s it. That’s the post.

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

♡ ~Beautiful boy~ ♡

Brahms heelshire x gn!reader

Gif not mine!

Fluff? Goes into a little make out session but that's it.

Maybe a bit angsty because brahms gets all touchy feely

Plot- you had just bathed brahms as you were sick of his stench and now you two are in bed happily until brahms takes him mask off unasked.

Brahms had snuggled himself into your side as you flicked through a magazine. The smell of the shampoo you had used on his hair intoxicated your nose in a rather good way.you were glad to finally have a clean boyfriend next to you.

You felt his body fidget next to you, turning your face to see what the problem was, you noticed his head looking down and no white porcelain mask noticeable on his face. You looked over to the bed side table and notice the mask on there. You raised a brow and placed the magazine down.

"Brahms? Why did you take your mask off?" You asked. No response. This concerned you a little. You opened your mouth to say something but his large hand gripped your wrist. Now you were worried,brahms has never ignored you and now that he's holding a firm grip on you like it's his last moments on earth? Something was totally not right.

"Babe? What's wrong, talk to me please" you pleaded, sitting up as brahms did the opposite and sunk into the bed more, especially hiding his face. Your expression sulked even more and you were petting his hair soothingly trying to get him to talk.

This hurt brahms very much. He was trying to control himself into not pouncing at you and giving you the most loving hug ever. He thought that now was the time to show his face to his lover, wanting to feel more intouch with you, not wanting to hide anything from you but this.this may of been a step too early. He pushed himself up in a curved sitting position. His head still hung low. A gentle hand reached for his face but he pushed it away a bit too harshly.

"Why are you hiding your face from me? Do you think ill make fun of you" You choked out. He shook his head violently. "N-no, it's me. I'm scared of what you'll think because....because I'm ugly." He whimpered. You gasped and tried to hold back your tears as he insulted himself. "Brahms stop it. Your beautiful and I would never find you anything else but that, your my baby boy after all" you knew the last part was going to make him melt. He loved it when you called him any sort of childlike nickname.

He slowly lifted his head letting you take in one bit at a time. You noticed how wrinkled and redish one side of the face was than the other. The bumps and curves interesting you more then anything, you liked the way it toughened him out and made him look extremely handsome. His eye was what caught your interest. The glossy and cloudiness too it wowed you. You held onto his cheek, letting your thumb rub circles.

You let out a chuckle as to think that he was insecure of this gorgeous feature legitimately shocked you. " Oh brahms~ your so silly. Why would you ever think I would be disgusted but this? Your so fucking perfect." You smiled as he looked up at you with the most thrilled expression. " Oh thank you y/n, you have no idea what this means to me" he said as he pecked your lips. Happy to have you kiss his lips than the mask.

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Your hands planted themselves on brahms muscular chest as you smothered his lips with your own. He groaned underneath you, thrusting himself up into your thigh. You pulled away slowly. " brahms I hope you realise they'll be nothing more then kissing tonight" you smirked when you saw his face. "But y/n~" he whined, swinging his head back giving you a chance to attack his neck with wet kisses. He grabbed your hips rubbing his hands up and down.

His little gasps and moans as you bruised his neck was so arousing to you and you just wanted to take him whole there on the spot but you had to have some self control and not give in to your pleasure. You pulled away admiring the small little circular marks on his neck. Shame that there was no one to show them off too but you still liked the look in his eyes knowing he's all yours.

He flipped you over so you were now underneath and smashed his lips onto yours. Sloppily kissing you all while Trying to contain himself. He slipped his tongue in as soon as your lips weakened and roamed around inside your mouth. You took the opportunity to catch his tongue in between your teeth and hold him there for a second or two before going back to tongueing eachothers throats.

As much as brahms didn't want to let go he parted him self from the kiss looked down at you with a cheesy grin. " God your beautiful", he breathed as he stroked your hair. You let out a giggle and pulled him down into a cuddle. He wrapped his legs around you and hung onto you like a baby koala, nestling his head into the crevasse inbetween your shoulder and neck. You fiddled with his locks as he hummed.

"I love you" you whispered, kissing the top of his head.

"I love you too" he mumbled as he slowly went to sleep.

You followed soon after....

[filthyslashertoad]

Ghostface x Male!Reader Smut

CW: NSFW, deepthroat, nudes, hickies)

I kinda forgot if this was a one-shot or not so we're going for headcannons...I also struggled to write this for some reason so it's kinda short.

Calls you while you're at work, whispering about how much you turn him on.

Is a switch, but most of the time he's a top

Sucks hickies all over your chest and thighs

Has you deepthroat him underneath his desk while he's working on a report

Sends you daily photos of him in lude positions

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

Okay it's time...

Tumblrs Sexyman Slasher Showdown

After days of deliberation and friendship ending arguments between myself and @restlesssucculent I am proud to announce the slashers of the first round!

The full (very messy and lazy) bracket will be posted later today! Best of luck - 🖤❤+🔮💜

[sl4sh3rsub]

patrick bateman hcs (nsfw: mdni)

patrick bateman x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warnings: overall pretty toxic, homophobic and misogynistic, there's a lot of infidelity/cheating and drug usage/alcohol too. there is also shaming of sex work - this is purely fictional and i do not condone this behavior in real life. i wrote in these elements because they appear in the original source material, not because i hold these opinions/views. mentions of extreme kink/fetish (knife play, blood play), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), oral sex (giving + receiving), handjobs, cockwarming, implied dom/sub dynamics (patrick is a top + sugar daddy/dom/slight sadist + is entitled, reader is more submissive + sweet), lots of cum + precum/arousal, reader sometimes treated as sex object, marking (bruises, bite marks, hickeys etc.), dubious consent? (overstimulation, he can be manipulative, reader flashes someone in afab section), reference to past rough sexual encounters, lots of sexual tension, patrick is sociopathic(?) + gets hard a lot + is possessive/slightly domestic but still rough, canon colleagues (schrödinger's judgement + they're horny), nipple play, voice kink/voicemail sex, threats/mentions of canon (?) violence (not towards reader), exhibitionism + public settings, consensual filming of sexual acts, gun play/fear play, cigar gets extinguished on reader (research risks properly before trying irl, please stay safe), hired sex worker, mentions of surgery in ftm + mtf sections, rip jean + evelyn's emotions

a/n: i'm a massive fan of the broadway musical (bootleg available on youtube) and i've seen the film twice, but i still need to read the book!! i've listened to this youtube audiobook (ai voice patrick reading it - part one) and it kinda goes hard. anyway, peeb ateman is soft with reader in this one, so it could potentially be a little ooc.

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

patrick is already engaged to evelyn when he meets you. he's very well aware that she's seeing timothy price, so he might as well have his own fun - divorce isn't in fashion this year, so being prepared for that potential outcome might turn some heads and patrick hates judgmental attention

if you're already in a relationship with someone, he'll whisk you away immediately. you deserve so much better than some chump who can't afford to spoil you, he'll prove his superiority with his shiny silver card

show him genuine affection and take interest in his music taste!! if you listen to him and take time out of your day to participate in conversation, he'll abruptly stop mid-sentence to process that you're invested in his recap of his day :( you'll have no issues with him from then out - you respect him and he'll respect you. he's quietly thankful for how kind you are to him

if patrick has a yearning to dabble in a certain kink or fetish - such as knife play or extreme blood play - that you're not willing to participate in, he'll just find someone who can satiate his needs temporarily. no harm done, patrick just wants to make sure he's not taking complete advantage of you - he'll pay for you to have a delicious dinner and fancy hotel for the night, don't worry. he still wants to take care of you and reassure you that no one is taking your place, and that you'll still have him in the morning... he just needs to let out his extreme urges throughout the night

his way of showing affection is brushing his nose against you, whether it be your temple, ear or cheek as he whispers sweet nothings to you. he longs for subtle contact and the gentle warmth of your skin. he's also addicted to burying his face in your neck or pressing his lips against your crown when he fucks you from behind or squirming in his lap, the small puffs of hot air tickling your flushed skin and his lidded eyes rolling at your scent

he digs his fingers into your lower tummy while he fucks you, feeling his cock ram deep inside you - he's shamelessly using you as his own fucktoy, massaging his length to get himself off. the extra pressure against his tip has him shuddering at the delicious sensation

yeah sure, patrick might be a weirdo and a loser but he can fuck you like he loves you (maybe he does) and spare cash to dry-clean your cum off his expensive suits... fair trade, no?

he practically becomes your sugar daddy - you're his personal doll to dress, provide for and parade around proudly. he wouldn't trade the satisfied glint in your eyes, or the rhythm of your glistening arousal dripping on his wood paneled floors for anything. after a long day of spoiling you, he becomes a little selfish in the bedroom and chases his high with no regard for how overstimulated you might get :(

he is obsessed with dressing you to match his personal perception of you - that is to say, have you dressed in a manner that would make atheists reconsider and have the faithful herald you as their new deity. he wants to ensure that everyone know why he worships you the way he does. even if you don't feel confident in your skin, he quietly reassures you that your bashfulness only adds to your charm

you're his personal model and his precious doll - plaything, if you will. after you return to his place from perusing the designer shops, he lounges back with a whiskey in hand and patiently watches you show off your latest purchases on his card. he'll ask you to spin or swap shoes to match the outfit every so often, even asking you to bend down towards him just so he can adjust your collar or hairstyle. if he gets taken aback by how stunning you look in a certain outfit, expect him to get carried away and start panic rambling - he'll explain the specifics of the material, cut or brand as his fingers roam your body with devotion and his eyes greedily drink you in. his voice gets progressively huskier throughout the show until he gets to the expensive undergarments hidden in matte bags and tissue paper - he fucks you in front of the mirror, reveling in the way the material hugs your skin and how your skin shifts as your muscles clench with every thrust

after he warmed up to you, patrick slowly realized how emotionally taxing your early encounters were on you and that you were left feeling used and roughed up afterwards. if he still makes you feel that way after he first admits his affection, definitely let him know - he might want to leave physical marks on you that linger for a week or so after, but emotional damage is the last thing he wants marring your relationship

something that resembles quiet devotion lingers in his gaze, the glint of chandeliers flashing as he quickly shakes his head and denies he was ever staring :( sure, you might not be the stereotypical 'hardbody', but you're more worth his time than all of the other whores that his cock stirs for - you're leagues better than the sluts turning tricks and actually deserve a place in his home, his bed, unlike the simple chicks he picks up from clubs. he actually respects you (though, not enough to acknowledge your independence away from him) and his silent approval - pride, even - of your actions sometimes slips through his mask

whenever you're in the room with him, there is an invisible yet tangible tension that tugs you together. the warm, compressing feeling always hones your vision onto patrick - it drowns out all of the noises and movement around you, grounding you in the all-consuming gaze of your lover. his eyes snap to yours whenever you enter the room and he instinctively feels a bulge growing in his slacks, his pupils dilating as his tongue darts out to dampen his lips. no polite conversation or mundane styling drivel is worth his time when you are in his field of view

patrick genuinely feels his blood thunder in his ears whenever the men at the table make snide remarks about your appearance or belittle you. he is absolutely disgusted at their attitudes and lack of understanding - you are his darling and you deserve to be treated as his equal, at a minimum. however, if the table murmurs about how sexy you look, he's more than willing to show you off a bit - he's proud of what's his, obviously! just don't let the boys get too bold with their 'polite' touches or they won't have fingers in the morning :<

he'll buy you a ring. not to propose, oh god no - he doesn't want to do the whole evelyn debacle again. patrick wants to simply state his territory and claim so that others would be less inclined to approach you (plus, it helps that he doesn't have to vividly daydream about it anymore - it saves brain power)

if he rushes home with dirty, damp gloves and a missing button on his overcoat, he'll forever be indebted to you if you pour him a stiff drink and prepare to call jean to postpone all events the next day

your head gets all fuzzy when his tongue drags along the line of your collarbone and his soft lips ghost down your chest - circling your nipple and threatening you with the edge of his teeth makes the edge of his mouth twist into a smirk. if you meet his gaze, his lidded eyes give away how content he is in this position, with you on top of his lap. his lips sheened with spit and your buttoned shirt yanked open make for an arousing sight

patrick is a big fan of smoking his cigars while you sloppily take his cock down your throat - he gets some sadistic pleasure from putting them out on your spit-soaked thighs, the drool hissing under the scorching heat. it's coincidentally also one of his favourite things to reminisce, running his fingers over your thighs while replaying those memories during boring social events. the scent of his expensive smoke, wafting around him in a saloon, has him drifting back to the sight of his hefty cock resting on your face - the length throbbing with every heartbeat, pearls of salty precum seeping into your soft skin and trailing in thin rivulets down the contours of cheekbone

he is a fan of sneaking a dab of his yves saint lauren perfume onto all of your formal wear, a little mark of him and something to keep you company whenever you're out at functions he's not attending

he drags you out to clubs just to dress you up and show you off under the bright, colourful flashing lights. you have his eye the entire time you're feeling yourself on the dance floor, tempting him your sensual movements from across the room - don't expect him to act on it immediately though, he's more than content to hold your gaze and sip his glass from the bar. if some sleaze dares to get handsy with you, he'll step in and guide you towards the bathroom as his fingers glide down to your lower back - he needs a bump to loosen up and not hurt every single chump eyeing you up. you're his plaything, after all.

if you spend a night at patrick's place, he'll secretly love taking showers with you - only because you help him rub in his cleansers and soaps into his skin, no other reason. certainly not that your devoted, admiring gaze make him flush and whisper his timid thanks under the steady stream of water, the noise lost in the pounding around your ears. ignore his building arousal, it'll stay there and grow even harder when he pleasures you with his tongue on the counter of his stainless-steel kitchen. you're the only one he'll kneel for, and you bet that there's a steamed-up outline of your ass on the countertop when he's done :3

despite his incessant need to fit in, he's never going to blend in while you remain by his side. you bring out that rare smile of his and that soft chuckle in public settings. you far outshine all the other, dull plus-ones at the dinner parties

you are patrick's trump card - everyone he knows either wants to be you or fuck you, they'll do anything to impress (especially if there's false hope of ending the night in bed with one or both of you)

if you're confident enough, you could be his personal little pornstar!! it makes you so giddy, the knowledge that he could show the snippets of the videos to his coworkers (who dream about getting you naked) and make them jealous of the fact that you've cum numerous times with patrick's name on your lips. the video is recorded on the best equipment of course - he can't have you on video while looking anything less than godlike on camera

he orders your favourite dishes at every restaurant, combs and brushes out your hair when you arrive at his apartment, then fucks you roughly while whispering how thankful he is for you. his babbling pleas for you to stay and praise of your existence echo in your mind for hours after, especially as he rests next to you with steady breathing

patrick leaves hickeys and bite marks all over you and while he might apologise while handing you anti-bruise supplements, know that his mind's eye is stuck on the sigh of your skin blossoming under his lips - specifically, the feeling of his teething nipping your skin and the small hum of satisfaction as he pulls away to inspect his work. if you've been good lately, he'll let you leave a hickey or mark on his chest - it's only fair after he leaves you bruised and aching in his arms the next morning :( if you've behaved to his liking, he'll share some of his japanese pear and kiwi for breakfast. you need some sugar to recoup anyway

if he's been snappy or pent up all day, he'll guilt you into taking him with minimal prep - he will snap and go feral if he's had to rein it in at work, plus the stretch feels heavenly around his thick cock

patrick had once ordered a prostitute for the two of you to experiment with - making sure they were a fair balance between your ideal types, bodywise. this plan went a little off script after the foreplay when you and patrick ended up exploring your exhibitionist sides, passionately kissing and languidly exploring each other's bodies while the hire slowly touched themselves at the sight. that precious hour or so was the easiest pay that person had ever made (you and patrick were far from unattractive), plus that champagne that you poured out was heavenly

patrick has you suck him off during skincare routines in the morning and evening, making sure to cum all down your throat. he insists it's good protein for you!! kneeling in front of the bathroom countertop has become second nature to you, the divine sight of your rugged lover above you routinely making you feel at ease

you had better be friends with his secretary jean because you'll see her a lot. if she gets jealous and her failed attempts at sleeping with him affect her capabilities, patrick will simply hire a different secretary. sure, he'll love to flaunt you and taunt them about how they aren't fucking either of you, but that's just part of his fun. he might use the empty threat of fucking you in front of the secretary as a way to keep you from acting out, but he's too possessive to have someone in a different tax bracket see you laid bare

get him spa day gift cards!! you can both spend time in private saunas or pools simply enjoying each other's presence and use the time to caress each other's bodies. use the opportunity to get a full body massage - when patrick has had a rough week, you're more than likely going to end up with a couple bruises and a few sore muscles

while he's never been the most domestic man, the image of you flitting back and forth in his pristine kitchen flicks a switch in patrick's brain. your earnest efforts of making him his breakfast bran muffins and churning his apple butter has him daydreaming of keeping you in his apartment like a pet - at his beck and call constantly, dusting his expensive furniture and preparing his meals whenever he comes home... not to mention how you'd willingly bend over or drop to your knees in a heartbeat if he so desired

if patrick is riding an adrenaline (or cocaine) high when he returns to you, be very careful and tread lightly. he may have an itch to clean his axe or handguns, polishing them until the late hours of the night. when he's in a jittery and frantic state, he isn't above having you spread out on his polished floor as something nice to look at while assembling the firearms, and he's certainly not against fucking you roughly while holding the gun to your head or body. he's even aroused by the though of you sucking off his uzi, spit-slicked metal knocking your teeth as your glistening eyes widen in fear

when you sleep next to him, he might jolt awake at night before realizing your shifting movements pose no threat to him, especially when you're locked into his arms with your soft breath brushing against his skin. when he gazes at you in these dimly lit moments, his mask slips until he feels a semblance of happiness - there's no discomfort, jealousy or boredom, he's content with you against him like this. after a long while of his breathing filling the dark room, his mind forces his walls back up and reverts him back to his usual self just as he drifts to sleep. no one can ever see him like that, see what your presence does to him... not even you

he has a penchant for fucking you infront of his toshiba 30-inch television, a porno tape or horror movie often playing. he loves the way screams - either of ecstasy or pain - fill his ears as you moan beneath him, the colours of the screen dancing on your skin. his cock always pulses just that little bit more whenever you bite his thumb and take his dick deep inside you as the film plays in the background. red is suck a sexual and raw colour after all, why not have the bright screen fill your vision as you cum on his cock? the vibrance drowns out all other stimuli, forcing you to focus on his presence in and around you

imagine the shock on evelyn's face when she shows up unannounced at patrick's place one late afternoon- he's swaying to heuy louis and the news, hands on your hips as you giggle and pour him a glass. his silk shirt loosely buttoned just covers your modesty as he soothingly rubs circles on your thigh, soft grin fading as his gaze frosts over at the sight of his betrothed. she sniffs, scandalized at the sight infront of her, and tells patrick to not bother contacting her - tim price's phone will be unplugged the moment she arrives at his place. to be honest, patrick could not care less. you're in his arms and he knows for a fact that evelyn will be over it soon - if not, there's a more suitable marriage candidate right in front of him. if you feel bad or guilty after evelyn leaves, patrick will do his best with his hands, thick cock, tongue and credit card to soothe your worries

expect patrick to leave desperate and vaguely threatening voice mail messages - his heavy, stuttered breaths echoing in your ears as the slick sounds in the background get you more and more worked up. the depraved ramblings deepen and get hoarser with each passing minute, so you'd better pray jean doesn't walk in - she isn't worthy of seeing him in such a disheveled and flushed state

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amab hcs

luis is the most understanding of patrick's work bunch - he isn't shy to defend you and be seen in public as your friend, once you are comfortable telling him your secret of course. just make sure everyone knows you're not a part of that yale thing and you'll be fine

although he isn't keen on being open about his relationship with you - for fear of his colleagues and fellow acquaintances of wall street making derogatory comments towards him, or worse, you - majority of the men already have some closeted urge to spend the night with you, yearning to take bateman's place in your bed. let's face it, the cocaine, competition and firm handshakes can only do so much to hide the growing homoerotic tensions between the coworkers. your appeal is wider than you realise, as the compliments and lingering gazes at events would have most outsiders questioning if carruthers was the only gay man present in the social circle

in large social gatherings - such as big dinner parties or company events - patrick is able to hide his hand under the table and keep a poker face while unbuttoning your fly, untucking your shirt and slowly palming you for his own amusement. his bragging of designer clothing, company roles and mentions of a nice house he procured - for you to move into, of course - easily distract the other people on the table from what's happening in their vicinity

if his j&b on the rocks isn't hitting the spot or the cigars his colleagues are smoking feel heavy in his lungs, he'll drag you into the men's room - assuming there's no one in the other stalls, of course. his fly is halfway undone by the time your knees and expensive slacks hit the tiles, his hands mussing your slicked back hair. you'd better take his cock down your throat to the best of your abilities - you don't want an audience to witness you choking and spluttering on bateman's length, do you? of course not, they'll ostracize you in a heartbeat (or so patrick says), so you had better not complain or splutter when he pinches your nose shut and shoots hot ropes down your throat

whenever patrick fucks your ass, he ensures that his mark is left on your supple skin for days later - whether it be a handprint-shaped bruise, crescent nail marks or scratches along your thighs, he needs to have you remembering how well he fucks you. as you sit down, adjust your pants or even just accidentally back into something, patrick is suddenly at the forefront of your mind

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afab hcs

patrick buys you the finest jewelry and nicest accessories that money can buy - the deal is that you give him handjobs with the sparkling rings on and kisses with the expensive lipstick, luxurious material framing your figure like a dream. he is especially a fan of you wearing jewels that match your eye colour or makeup - when he lifts your hand to press a polite kiss on your fingers, the glittering in your eyes matching his gifts makes his heart skip a beat

when you cockwarm him, his length is so hefty and makes you feel so stretched - the weight grounds you as you struggle to gain friction against your poor neglected clit. you always feel so full when you're perched on his lap, the girth enough to turn off your brain and make you drool. sometimes when patrick is feeling bold, he prepares your outfit for the day and ensures that you're wearing a cute little skirt for easy access :( he can be selfish sometimes, on the occasion that he solely thinks with his dick

patrick loves pushing your knees up to your chest as he fucks you deeply in missionary - the feeling of your swollen pussy lips brushing against his veiny base and your clit grinding against his pubic bone gets him more worked up than he'll ever admit

it's fairly normal to have patrick's hand drift towards your chest in the back of a taxi, his face buried in the crook of your neck. keep your noises quiet or the driver might be curious about what's happening in the backseat. his cold fingers harshly pinching and tugging at your nipples make you abruptly moan into the brisk air in the back of the car, patrick subtly palming himself to the tortured whines leaving your lips. if you make eye contact with the driver, mouth that you're sorry for patrick's behaviour and try to save your dignity by biting your lip to avoid any loud noises. if they make direct eye contact with patrick first, however, expect him to pull a smug grin and flash your breasts to the angled rear-view mirror. he might even hike up your skirts to show off your soaked, borderline see-through panties. sneak the poor driver a tip on your way out because he nearly caused an accident, losing all brain function as his blood immediately drained from his head and rushed to his cock :<

patrick buys you two little platinum charms with a necklace chain, his initials engraved on the back of the heart shaped pendant. the other little shape is an axe, the edge of the blade set with tiny red garnets!! he is main motivation for having you wear it constantly is the fact that it makes a small clinking noise as you bounce on his cock, breasts swaying and your glimmering skin making the necklace a truly beautiful sight to patrick

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ftm hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his admiring hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

if you're only just getting into wearing masculine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his man and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

you're lucky his designer boxers are easy to clean! every time he catches sight of your muscles tensing, he's undoubtedly leaking into the material. when you're stretching and your shirt rides up, when you grab something from the top shelf or even when you crouch to tie your shoelace - his cock doesn't discriminate so you'd better expect a small, darkening patch. the musk at the end of the day has such a heady rush when you kneel in front of him, his sweaty underwear mere inches from your lips. patrick swears you give his dick a heartbeat whenever you make out with his bulge and especially when you sloppily give him head :3

bateman is a huge fan of quickies with you before meetings with your mutual colleagues - he's booked for lunch after, there's no other time in his schedule to empty his heavy, full balls into you :( his favourite way to spend those precious moments is with you bent over his polished desk, expensive pants crumpled at your ankles and your precum dripping onto the carpet. he is a massive fan of teasing you by pushing his cockhead into your slick boycunt and stroking his cock, edging his length until you're whimpering from the need to be filled. he mocks you for being needy and massages his balls when he finally fills your warm hole with thick, potent ropes of cum. he leaves you unsatisfied and leaking his load for the whole meeting :( splash your face with water and try not to squirm too much in your seat - patrick's classic shit-eating grin might give away the events that transpire mere moments before you both walked into the boardroom

mtf hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

patrick keeps himself well put together and likes to treat you to manicures on shared days out. he'll ask his friend's girls for the best nail salon in the area and insists taking you. after he comes along to pick you up and pay after the set is finished, sometimes he'll immediately take your hands and hum his approval at the colour or design. other times, he'll give you his overcoat and hide your nails until you get in a private area, bathroom or the back of a car - the reveal of your new nails when you slowly stroke his cock, spit slicked hand glistening, makes his eyes roll back in pleasure. your heated gaze and slightly flushed face makes him grin, happy that you're willing to drool on his cock and flaunt his money proudly. the perfect girl, in his opinion :>

if you're only just getting into wearing feminine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his girl and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

patrick's favourite evening activity is fucking you in a mating press - his cock filling you and hitting that deep spot inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he loves the sight of your girldick bouncing on your tummy and the shine of your dribbling arousal smearing on your skin. nothing beats a relaxed evening with your tight hole warming his throbbing length

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[rzyraffek]

Thomas Hewitt with a trans masc s/o?

Family doesn’t know and says something like “well at least there won’t be any surprise pregnancies”

reader gets pregnant

OMG I LOVE IT😭😭😭 theres a lot of stuff imma talk in those headcanons (wholesome mosty) he/him pronouns Request open!

Tw(a little bit of homophobia from one dude but not like very big one, and I used word 'sus')

Thomas with trans masc s/o

Okay first of all, he never had crush on guy, acually he never had crush like ever.

Tbh I headcanon him as bisexual/omnisexual, but it doesnt change the fact that Thomas has crush on him, and he does not know how to deal with those emotions

He will shy out and act like typical shy teenager girl in old tv shows

When they get together ( he was probably one of soon-to-be-dinner vicims but yada yada true love yknowyknow) he was kinda nervous to tell Luda and (OMG I DONT REMEVER THE OLD GUY NAME, I WILL CALL HIM COWBOY GUY/DUDE BECAUSE HE ACTS LIKE ONE)

Luda was more actepitve than the other guy, she probably said stuff like "im happy that Tommy is happy😇 as long as he doesnt want to do anything stupid its alright🥰" While the other dude was like "zamn boi i knew there was something sus about you🤨 i dont wanna see yall kizzing and imma pretend i dont mind it"

Thomas kinda bearly find out that gay people exsist? When s/o tells him that he is trans, he wont understand. The easiest way to explain this to him is just saing that they stole his body Parts and he got pranked at birth (im so sorry but as transgender myself i found it funny if its not let me know imma delite)

I know this explanation sounds rather stupid and all but its the easiest and fastes way to make him understand(and its very not even close to truth). And if somone (maybe alive vicim in basement or something) will call s/o by wrong pronouns or deadname. They will wish they are next dinner, lets just say😇

*Zegzy time with Thomas time skip🤯🤯 *

"Luda, cowboy dude, Im bregnant😔"

Luda: I- well im glad to hear that? I mean I- imma be a granma! But I- Arent you and Tommy one of those queers?

Cowboy dude: qhat🤠

Tommy will blush and hug him gently! He is nervous of idea of being a dad but its okay he has like 9months to prepare

Luda: NO WE CANT EAT THE BABY

Sorry for long wait, i did few super totally funny and cool trans jokes, but if they make the person requesting uncomfy dont be spoked to tell me to delite those💖💖

[plasmabull]

Rules and stuff about me

I only do male, trans masc, and gn reader, but I do draw for every gender

I draw for slashers, Cod, oc's, twst, resident evil, undertale, toa aka trollhunters, random creatures, and anything you can think of or you request (pls send art asks, I need more practice with drawing characters I usually don't)

No gross stuff, I'll block you

I like art. I'll post random shit

I'm acesexual and a trans guy. I have ADHD, anxiety, and dyslexia

If you ask, I will draw any y/n with any character you'd like to the best of my ability

[brwnicons]

Heyo ^^ could you do Jason, Brahms and Michael x M! reader who has Slavic parents and therefore has Slavic traditions like for example: in Slovakia, it's a tradition to pour water on women cuz it's supposed to make them more healthy and beautiful

Or Slashers seeing their s/o wearing a traditional clothing from that country where they were born(you can add other Slashers if you want to :D)

☆ HI I'M BACK I don't write for Michael yet but I hope you like these anyway! Sorfy for the delay, burnout blah blah blah. Enjoy! ☆

Slashers x Slavic!Reader

-> Summary: Reader's gender not specified, headcanons / scenarios, Platonic Relationship or Romantic Relationship. [though-I-added-the-water-part-and-you-said it-was-done-to-women-and-that's-not-very-gender-neutral-but-I-didn't-give-it-much importance-sorry]

-> Includes: Jason and Brahms (separately)

-> Triggers: None that I can recall!

Please tell me if you see any mistake

Jason

- Those traditions make you happy so he is eager to know everything about them.

- He takes little notes about the details he fears to forget so he can remember them and maybe research about them!

- Probably would be confused and even scared about the pouring water tradition since, you know...Aquaphobia. But I'm sure with enough time, teaching and a slow approaching he would embrace that tradition too!

- please don't pour water on him though

- Now about the traditional clothing, he is ecstatic about the various traditional clothing, their meanings and their uses!

- I headcanon Jason as a sewing lover, and so he would love to make you some accessories for your native dressings, even if their just a simple little necklace.

Brahms

- The first time he saw you in one of those dressings, he couldn't stop watching every fold, colour and detail it had! He is so intrigued about your culture and how different it is from his that he doesn't even know what to start asking <3

- The walleded boy here is a bit reluctant about new things but you're the best company he could ever wish for and so he'll do his best to understand your traditions

- He sure has lots of fine clothing and elegant suits / dresses in that house to match with yours!

- You can also try to search together for accessories or jewelry to add to your traditional outfits

- Make sure to bring him some traditional tales books so you can read them outloud to him!

- Brahms loves to learn and has an amazing memory so he would love to listen to your explanations

[decaying-church]

Slashers: Belly Bulge headcanons

Slashers x male!reader

Requested by anonymous: hello! do you accept headcanon requests? if you are, may i request a very spicy headcanon where the slashers (your pick) saw their bellies bulged by their male s/o's large *ahem* package? if not, that's okay considering this is kinda a weird ask.

(A/n: Part 1 because I had way too much fun writing these and I’m definitely doing more. Also, y’all compliment me too much you have inflated my ego fr)

Summary: Exactly what it says in the title, slasher boys with a belly bulge from your giant dick.

Warning: smut, belly bulge, top!reader.

Characters (in order of appearance): Stu Macher, Michael Myers, Herbert West

Stu Macher is a scrawny giant. He’d be one of the quickest to notice/feel it. At first he just thinks he’s over-fantasizing you fucking him. He can feel you pressing up against his stomach, but it wasn’t until he actually looked down did he notice. The second he does his head falls back and he lets out a long, almost pathetic whimper, shifting uncontrollably under you. Reaching down (if his hands aren’t tied up) to press against it, feeling the bulge move with you as you fucked him, giggling, and moaning, and muttering how deep you were fucking him. He is suddenly very, very thankful for your dick and your ability to fuck him.

Do not mention it to Michael, he’s fucking embarrassed about it. He likes it of course, and being able to actually see you moving in and out of him definitely makes him cum faster than he’d ever admit to anyone, but don’t say anything about it. You’ll know not to purely because of the look he gives you, glancing down at the bulge in his stomach then glaring up at you, even though you’re balls deep in him and he’s been groaning under you for the past hour. He likes it but he will never admit to it, end of story.

Switch Herbert West will lose his mind over it. Just a little bit. He usually at least attempts to be a little more controlling and dominant, even when he’s bottoming, but that grip he has on you slips just a little bit when he notices. He has a very intimate knowledge of anatomy (My little biology freak I love you so.), so he just knows when it’s happening without having to look. He’ll point it out, of course he will, and tell you to fuck him harder and deeper so it’ll be bigger, and you, being absolutely whipped for this man, do it. He doesn’t know what gets him off more, you obeying him without question or complaint or the sight of the bulge in his stomach. He eventually does have to let go of that need for dominance, because you’re good, and at some point he just has to let go and enjoy you fucking him.

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Mercy (Chris Alba x Bo Sinclair)

It was the third night since the tourist bus arrived at Ambrose, its driver and passengers never to be seen again, all except one. Cande had counted them, she knew there was one missing, Vincent had already turned the rest of the salvageable bodies into sculptures, the ones that were too maimed were given to Lester for him to dispose of. Still, there was one missing, and curiosity was eating away at her.

"Hey, Vinny?" she called, sitting cross-legged on his small cot in the basement, he was busy sketching, but hummed to signal that he was listening.

"What happened to the last victim? I saw all of them during the tour and counted them, there's one missing."

Vincent put down his pencil to sign while still looking at his sketch, "Bo asked me to leave the gothic looking man to him, why do you ask?"

But before he could look up, Cande was gone. He couldn't help but grimance and sigh under his mask, he fucked up.

It was around 4 am, Cande had grown accustomed to Vincent's sleep schedule, or lack thereof, so it was easy for her to just sneak around town while Bo slept. She had learned how to pick every lock in town, no door was ever closed for her.

She knew that the last victim had to still be in Bo's basement, and she was curious. After all, the only times Bo ever kept a victim for so long was when he had been in a particularly bad mood lately, or more than normal, or he had a personal vendetta against this person. 

Now, before the tourists arrived Bo was his usual self, an asshole, but not too much of an asshole. What struck as something weird to Cande was how Bo's mood changed since the bus had arrived. He was ever so slightly… kinder? Not so much of an asshole. So Cande needed to figure out what was going on in that basement.

Chris was a light sleeper, so when he heard the lock on the door open, so did his eyes. He was still strapped to the chair, and he was hoping that the unusual time for Bo's visit meant he would finally come and kill him.

But when he looked, it wasn't Bo who opened the door. He was surprised, but glad he could at least see an old friend before he met his maker, even if she didn't seem to remember him.

Cande slowly opened the door and peeked inside, noticing the guy strapped to the chair shifting awake, he looked… fine. He wasn't visibly hurt, and she swore she saw Bo sneaking extra food and water whenever he came over to his workshop, had he just been taking care of this dude this entire time? Why-

"Hey, Cande. How 's it going?" 

Cande froze and looked at the man with big doe eyes, only a handful of people knew her real name, much less how to pronounce it correctly. Once the puzzle pieces fit together, she finally recognized him.

".... Chrissy?" 

He gave her a warm smile in return, "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Oh… MY GOD-UH!!" Cande exclaimed, jumping closer to the chair, "CHRISSY, IT'S YOU!! I haven't known anything of you since you graduated highschool, man!! Where have you been?" There she is, she hasn't changed a bit, Chris thought to himself while giving a small chuckle.

"Oh, you know, here… there… just wandering around in circles" he said.

Cande brought a chair so she could sit closer to Chris, they had a LOT of catching up to do.

Chris explained he had been touring the country after paying respects to his family, which is how he ended up in his current situation. Cande herself explained how she ended up in Ambrose, too. Not only surviving but as a permanent resident. They spent hours talking and didn't even realize it was past 7 am. They were so caught up in their little reunion, none of them seemed to realize Bo had arrived to do his usual work.

Cande was sloppy, though. She forgot to relock the doors after breaking into the gas station. This alerted Bo to throw everything aside and rush to the basement, shotgun in hand. He kicked the door open and aimed directly to the chair, only to meet a stunned looking Cande, in the middle of gesturing with her hands, and Chris, still tied up, listening to her.

"What in tarnation- Candelaria! What 're ya doin' down here?!!" He shouted, setting the gun down.

"Bo Bear!! I was just catching up with my old bestie here!" She exclaimed, totally unfazed by his rising rage.

"Don't call me-!... Wait… y'all know each other?" 

"It's a long story…" Chris said calmly. 

Cande disregarded Bo's presence altogether, turning back to Chris, "You look so different tho! I couldn't recognize you! You got tattoos, longer hair, u also look more tired than usual…." Chris chuckled at this, and she continued talking, ignoring Bo completely, "Oh! I got a tattoo as well!! It says "peachy", I'm gonna let you guess where-"

"Alright, das' enough…" Bo said, grabbing Cande by the wrist and pulling her out of the room.

"Aw, come oooon~" Cande whined, "I'll see you later, Chrissy!" She said, aggressively waving at the trapped man as she was being dragged away by Bo, the way a parent would drag a child away from the candy isle in a shop.

Chris could hear Bo scolding Cande from downstairs, followed by a loud noise, Bo exclaiming, and Cande giggling as she ran out the door.

A minute or two later, he could hear Bo shuffling with some paper bags before stepping back downstairs. His heart was beating fast, as much as he had grown fond of the murderous mechanic, his plans hadn't changed, and now more than ever, he felt he was finally at the finish line.

Or so he thought.

Bo took a deep breath before opening the door, sauntering in the room while rubbing the back of his head, his cap abandoned upstairs, paper bags in his free hand. He took Cande's place in the chair next to Chris, then looked at him quizzically, "Care to explain what was al' that?"

Chris shrugged "Cande, I guess?" Bo scoffed at him.

"So! I see you have a shotgun there, is today my lucky day?" Chris said, shifting into a more sit-up position.

Bo looked at the gun, then back at Chris, "Mmm, I don' think so, darlin'..." He said, opening one of the paper bags, and pulling out a PB&J sandwich and motioning to feed Chris, "Open up…"

Chris grew rapidly frustrated, and moved away from the sandwich while giving a loud sigh. Bo dropped his hand on his own knee and looked at the man, "What?"

"Don't 'What?' me!" Chris snapped back, "Just how long will you keep taking care of me? I knew damn well what I was getting myself into when I accepted your invitation to your house! And yet here I am, alive and not a single scratch on me! Just…" he was breathing heavily with impatience, "What are you waiting for?? Just kill me already!"

Bo was taken aback, Chris had been nothing but patient and obedient the couple days, sure, he was always asking about his inevitable demise, but he had never raised his voice like this before.

Truth was, Bo didn't want to kill Chris. Hell, he didn't even want to make him crack anymore. He just hoped like a fool that he could care for this man until he fled, then send Vincent to finish the job. They had gotten to know each other quite well in the past few days, and Bo wanted to know more. Now he knew he could ask Cande about Chris and his past, but where would be the satisfaction in that? What if Cande didn't know what he wanted to know? 

Silence fell between the both of them, it had finally dawned on Bo… Why do I want to know him so badly?, he thought to himself, genuinely puzzled at his newfound feelings.

Chris, on the other hand, just stared at the wall, his frustration making him cry silently, he even had the chance to say goodbye to his old friend. "Just, kill me please…" he said quietly, making Bo look up at his teared up gaze, "Believe me, at this point, it would be mercy to do so…"

Without saying anything, Bo set the food on a nearby table and looked around in a drawer. Chris' face lit up when he saw Bo approach with a rusty old scalpel. Finally… he thought as he braced himself for the familiar sting of a blade across his skin. Only for it to never come.

Bo was cutting the tape, letting him loose completely.

"What…?" Chris was confused, he rubbed his wrists and sat up straight, finally able to move, still, he didn't run away, he just looked back into Bo's eyes, expecting him to attack, or, at the very least, answer.

"You said it would be merciful to kill you. Well, darlin' I'm not a man of mercy. So I won't."

Chris was stunned, unable to speak or even look away from the other man's eyes, he kept looking, searching for a hint of a lie, he had to be lying.

"Come on now, darlin', have your breakfast. I'll be upstairs waitin' for ya." Bo said before grabbing the shotgun and going up to his garage and starting work for the day.

Bo couldn't bring himself to lay a finger on Chris anymore, and he had no idea why. Cande would be a pain in the ass if she got to know that he hurt Chris. Yeah… it wasn't him, it was Cande. He kept repeating this last thought over and over, trying to convince himself of the lie.

Bo wanted Chris all for himself.

Around 1600 words, I hope y'all like it!

Chris Alba is my OC, Candelaria Ramírez is @mr-trick 's. The "Grand Trine" AU is a collab between the both of us.

Taglist: @rottent33th @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @moon-of-desire @allthingsblood @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @texaschainsawslvt

[nerdwhoauthorinserts]

Star Selfshiptober - Mist

Possible trigger warnings?: -Storms, Thunder, Tornado mentions -Stalking, typical Brahms-isms

Genre: Fluff

Context/Synopsis:   Madelyn has left the Heelshire mansion to Blake for the night, and a storm suddenly kicks up while she’s gone into town. Brahms notices Blake starting to get tense, recognizing his slight anxiety over the stormy weather.

  Hmm... Maybe a snuggle could fix this?

Characters featured: Blake - Autistic anxiety™ Brahms - Welcome today’s human teddy bear. Madelyn, Blake’s sister *Briefly mentioned*

   Blake stared out the window and into the darkened night. The new moon made it almost impossible to see, for only stars glowed in the sky. Not just that, but a deep mist had drifted in seemingly out of nowhere, reminding Blake of a horror movie as he gazed at the estate surrounding the luxurious manor. Somehow it was even worse as Blake heard the sound of rolling thunder, and a drizzle began to pitter-patter on the window.

   "Did you ever get scared living in the walls on nights like this?" Blake didn't even need to turn around by that point, knowing Brahms was in the room already.

   Usually, Blake didn't mind storms; he usually found thunder and rain somewhat comforting. The storms that shook trees as lightning arched across the sky were those that made him worry. The silhouettes of shuddering branches in the fog surrounding the Heelshire estate were all it took to set him on edge.

   He knew things going bad was extremely unlikely. Dangerous tornadoes were rare in the English countryside; he checked over and over before he and his sister had even taken the plane there. It was nerves, many years living in a dangerous tornado country and lacking a safe house in case of an emergency. It made him antsy about the wind, even if it was barely faster than usual.

   Brahms had noticed that during the first storm, only one month after his parents left. He was trembling all night, only sleeping for about an hour. The entire rest of the night, Blake had paced around the house like a hungry tiger, which was what woke Brahms up in the first place. Honestly, Brahms thought Blake would end up giving himself a heart attack.

   Brahms thought about it, but only one thing similar came to mind. "I would worry lightning would strike the roof."

   Blake glanced up at him, nodding with a little smile. Understandable. Immediately, though, he shot his gaze back to the window when he heard a louder roll of thunder. Blake shivered and stood up from his chair, immediately leaving the room. But he didn't go out the doorway.

   Instead, he went over to the closet and went into the walls. This wasn't new; Blake had found the crawlspaces between the walls a day before he met the 'real' Brahms. Since finding them, Blake made a habit of spending time inside them, simply enjoying how enclosed and, in his words, 'cozy' they felt.

   Brahms followed him, only for Blake to sit in one of the tighter areas. Brahms was too big to follow him and couldn't understand why he felt the need to go in there when he was nervous. After all, Blake had almost gotten stuck in there once, so Brahms thought it would deter him. It was frustrating, especially since it seemed to be a difficult thing to explain.

   Brahms could hear the thunder rolling again; it must've been loud if the sound made it in there.

   "Do you think it's silly?" Brahms looked back at Blake. "The fact I get so nervous about wind and all?"

   Brahms couldn't say he didn't. It was a bit silly, at least to him, but with how dangerous storms apparently were where Blake was from, he also couldn't say he didn't understand it. Brahms didn't quite know how to convey that entire stream of thought, though, so he shrugged.

   Blake hummed in response. There was a few moments of silence, with no sound but the thunder in the background.

   Brahms wanted him to come out. Not because Blake was in this little 'happy place' or because this 'fear' seemed absurd. It was because Brahms, in all honesty, wanted to snuggle. From what he'd seen, that seemed to help most of the time.

   Blake was far from what most would consider 'clingy'; in fact, he was averse to touch sometimes; Brahms, though, was intuitive enough to notice that Blake seemed far more relaxed after being... pretty much crushed. The weighted blanket he brought with him was enough evidence of that.

   "...Blake?" Brahms finally spoke, making Blake flinch as he expected another thunder roll. "Come out." There was another pause. “Please...?”

   Blake furrowed his brow with uncertainty but stood up and crawled out anyway. Brahms wrapped his arms around him, pulling Blake against his body with reckless abandon. Blake responded by wrapping his arms around Brahms' sides, burying his face in Brahms' chest as he hummed in wordless thanks.

   Brahms leaned back a bit, leaning his back against the outer wall, while Blake practically curled up against him. Blake sighed as all the tension in his muscles seemed to disappear. His mind fogged, much like the window had from the mist outside.

   It hadn't even been ten minutes before Brahms felt Blake's grip around him slip, only to look down and find him dead asleep. 

   Brahms only held him tighter when he realized this, smiling a little under his mask.