#slashers x pregnant reader

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Slashers x Pregnant! Reader

✨ reader almost gets hurt by a victim/victim uses reader as leverage — requested by anon ✨

includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, and Poly! Ghostface

warnings: mentions or possible descriptions of (slight!) violence, cursing

a/n: i might use some manga as lil cover pictures when writing multiple slashers/idk what picture to use idk i think they’re cute teehee😅🤭 anyways, sorry for the wait—i hope you all enjoy! readers pronouns are gender neutral💜💜

💜Bo Sinclair

You just finished doing the dishes, when you heard a knock at the door. Unsure it was one of the boys, you scooted from your comfy couch spot and opened the door.

To your surprise, it was not one of the boys—and much to the unexpected visitor's surprise, someone opened the damned door.

“Please, you have to help me.” The man begged in front of you, big sloppy tears pouring from his eyes.

You paused and looked at the male in front of you before raising a brow. You knew what was up, but you never had to deal with the victims before, especially now that you’re over a month pregnant—Bo really doesn’t want you talking or handling them.

“They’re going to get me,” He choke and sobbed, “I need your help.”

Unsure of what to do, you stood there for a few seconds longer, thinking of what the safest option was, but also one that wouldn’t put the boys in danger.

Over the surprise visitor's shoulder, you could see Bo approaching, and he was just a few buildings away—while staring at Bo, and trying to decide your option, the visitor turned around to catch what you were looking at and met Bo’s now rage-filled demeanor.

Quickly, he shoved you to the floor, hopping over you; only stepping on your arm. The minute Bo reached you, he gently helped you up and cupped your cheek. He then pressed a small kiss to your nose and asked you to go to your guy’s shared bedroom.

You could hear each sloshing stabbing sound and the man’s blood-curdling screams almost all night before Bo accompanied you in bed.

🩷Vincent Sinclair

You happily made your way towards the Wax Museum, a plate of food in your hand for your beloved since you know Vincent most likely hasn’t eaten yet.

Once you got to the entrance of the museum, much to your startle, the door was already open. And to make matters worse, you hear two voices giggling.

You stood still beside the entrance, your free hand holding where your womb is, pausing to think of your best option for safety for you and the growing baby. Vincent must've known of their presence, so it's only a matter of time now. Once their whispering died down, you snuck inside the building, peeking around each corner and listening to make sure nobody could see or hear you. You turned a corner too quick in your need to get to Vincent, that you bumped your hip on a nearby table, almost causing you to drop your plate. "Shit," You silently muttered, panicking slightly from your slight bump. "What was that?" A man asked just faint enough for you to hear, causing your panic to rise more. "Maybe it's the dog from earlier?" A woman responded questioningly. As if on cue, Vincent sneaks around the corner and places a comforting hand on your shoulder, while also signaling you to shush before pointing in the direction of where the intruders. He quickly puts his hand over his mask's mouth, then presses it softly to where your baby bump's growing like a little kiss. And from there, he went to take care of the two.

💜Lester Sinclair

You were riding in the truck with Lester, as he went to run errands when a stranger waved you guys down alongside the road.

“Hey! Hi—sorry to bother you guys,” The stranger stumbled nervously, “Something happened and we really need to get to our friends, would one of us be able to catch a ride to the nearest town?”

You and Lester exchanged unsure glances, but Lester agreed nonetheless. You scooted to the middle seat closer Lester, giving him one last worried glance before patting the seat for the stranger.

The three of you rode in an uncomfortable silence, occasionally making some small talk about the small town of Ambrose, and how the two of you like it.

“Ain’t too bad,” Lester spoke up, “Pretty quiet. Everyone minds their own business for the most part.”

The strangers phone started to ring, and they quickly apologized and answered, stiffening in statue after what seemed 10 seconds. They nervously side eyed Lester and you a few times, while giving verbal acknowledgments over the phone.

“Excuse me—can you stop the car?” They asked, feigning a polite exterior, their jaw quivering and the right hand upon the door handle shook nervously.

“Mhm,” Lester slowed to a stop, but before the old beat up truck could even get to a halt, the stranger opened the door, and grabbed you, pulling the both of you out of the car, leaving only Lester in the drivers seat.

“Stay back, freak! Or—or else!” The stranger shoved you to the ground, then pointing a finger to Lester, to prove a point to him that they’re not above violence.

You tried to crawl away, but the stranger had other plans.

“Get back here, bitch,” The strangers focus was too engrossed into you, they didn’t notice Lester hop out of the truck, “I heard what you did to my friends!”

The stranger went to reach for you, but was stopped by Lester pulling them back and punching perpetrator in the throat.

“Hell is wrong with you hitting a pregnant person,” Lester’s punches did not ease up until the strangers face looked like a bloody pulp.

Once he finished, he walked over to where you stood yourself up, and pulled you in for a hug, and pressed a kiss to your forehead and knelt down to press a kiss to your tummy.

“Y’okay, sugar?” He grasped your hand, and walked you to the truck and helped you sit down comfortably.

🩷Thomas Hewitt

You and Luda sat in the kitchen knitting things for the baby that’s on the way.

“Y/N, would you be a dear and check on the pie?” Luda politely inquired.

“Of course!” You opened the oven to check, but the pie wasn’t fully done, so you reset the timer for about 5 minutes.

You took your seat back, and continued knitting your baby blanket. Luda stood up, and started cleaning the counters and washing the dishes used to make the cherry pie.

Faint scrambling and screaming could be heard coming from the basement, but you just turned on the small radio and continuing knitting zigzags into the blankets design.

Until someone managed to scramble their way to the first floor, scrambling through the living room, and then the kitchen.

“You two! Hey! You have to help me!” The man pleaded, “He’s trying to kill me down there!”

The man pointed down in the basement, and Luda looked at him unimpressed. She was sneaking her way to find something to hit the person with without being detected, but the man grabbed onto your hand and tried pulling you with him.

“Please! You have to listen to me; he’s going to kill me—then he’s going to kill you too!” He sobbed, ripping you from your chair at the small table.

“I—” You didn’t get a chance to respond or call for help before the man pulled you outside and down the wooden steps.

“Tommy!” You hear Luda Mae call out, “They’re trying to take Y/N!”

About two minutes later, Thomas ran through the door, his chainsaw rumbling with a seething rage. Within a minute, your captor was mowed down by Thomas, who then dropped the (now off) chainsaw, and spun you in the air with his embrace, pressing his forehead to yours.

That night, Thomas made you a warm bath and you enjoyed a cool cup of sweet tea while you got to munch on the pie you and Luda made from earlier.

💜Brahms Heelshire

It was a cool Sunday afternoon, and you were waiting for Malcolm to bring groceries to the house for you and Brahms—who was hiding upstairs, waiting for your okay to come out.

You sat in the living room, sipping on your favorite hot beverage while rereading a book you started, but haven’t finished.

Faint knocking could be heard from the front door, so you placed your book and drink down, and peeled through the door.

Malcom finally arrived; which means Brahms can come out soon!

“Afternoon, Malcolm!” You gave a small smile with your greeting, which dropped when you saw the man who delivers Brahms and your groceries arrived empty handed.

“Malcolm wh—” You were cut off by his quick ramblings.

“Y/N, you have to get out of here,” He quickly blurted out, “Brahms is alive; he-he’s been living in the walls!”

Mentally, you rolled your eyes. You knew this, obviously—he is your partner after all.

“What do you mean?” You faked concern, even though you had a feeling you knew how this would end.

The grocery boy would enter, prohibited to leave; his fate sealed past the front door.

“Brahms—I SAW him, Y/N.” He huffed, pacing in a nervous circle.

“I think you’re just seeing things, Malcolm. I live here, don’t you think I’d know if he’s here? Wouldn’t I have seen or heard him?” You retorted, raising an eyebrow, trying your best to gaslight him into leaving you and Brahms alone.

He grasped your hand, “If you refuse to believe it, I have no choice. We’re getting out of here and somewhere safe.”

Little did he know, Brahms was watching the whole interaction. And boy is he pissed.

He snuck out through one of the walls, and approached Malcolm from behind.

“Y/N,” He whined, walking towards where Malcom had a grip on your wrist, “Don’t go.”

“Get him Brahms!” You cried, ripping your arm away from Malcolm and backing away.

Brahms quickly gripped Malcolm’s neck, squeezing so hard his poor face turned a blueish purple from the lack of oxygen due to Brahms’ rage.

As soon as Malcom’s body felt limp, Brahms ran towards your slightly nervous form, nuzzling his masked face into your neck, whimpering softly while rubbing your belly.

🩷Poly! Ghostface

You laid sprawled out upon the bed that the three of you shared, watching nostalgic horror movies. Your phone wasn’t too far from your reach due to the boys needing a ride later.

As if on cue, said device started ringing with Stu’s ringtone.

“Hey, babe!” You perked up, “You need me to come scoop you guys up?”

“Mhm-ow!” The sound of slapping could be heard on your end, and Stu groaned over the phone.

“Hi cutie,” Billy snatched the phone from Stu, “Seems nobody’s here. Can you come get us now?”

“Absolutely!” You beamed before hanging up, running to your car, and starting it.

Once you got to the location they sent you, you pulled into the driveway, turned your lights off, and parked the car.

With few lights lit in the house, you could only make out one figure running around in the dark rather than two. Nonetheless, you brushed it off due to how dim the house was, and you turned your music back up, rubbing your hand over the slight bump.

The figure snuck out of the house, and knocked on the window of the car.

“Are you their ride, bitch?” She sneered, “I overheard those fuck-faces on the phone talking about a ride.”

You tried to lock the doors, which you left unlocked for the boys, but the assailant was faster to open the door. She tried to rip you out of the car as you covered yourself up for defense, both not realizing the seatbelt was on.

“Billy!” You screamed out, “Stu, help please!”

The stranger retracted their fist to hit you, but was pulled back by Billy’s grip, before he plunged a knife into her. She glared at you as she tried to hit Stu who blocked her path, gladly taking a turn stabbing her in the ribs.

They dropped her, and both huddled around you, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheek while their hands hold your baby bump.

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GEMINI:PROLOGUE

Ethan Landry X OC

Warning: blood,language,pregnancy,violence, mentions of smut.

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October 31st Halloween

"Great Job. Both of you." Bailey praised the two Ghost faces on both his right and left. "You?" Tara asked shocked. The three sisters stood there across from Bailey and the two masked figures. "Yeah. Of course me. Frankly, I expected more from the three of you after what you did to us."

"What do you mean "us"?" Scar looked at the two Ghost faces, still curious who was behind the masks. The taller Ghostface on Baileys left grabbed the bottom of their mask to slowly reveal the culprit underneath.

Scarlett's heart stopped for second and her breath hitched. Her throat felt warm and if she swallowed it could cause a breakdown. Seeing her boyfriend's face come out from under the white plastic. She started to shake her head in disbelief as Ethan shot a sadistic smile their way.

"Ta-da!" Bailey laughed looking over at the three sisters and back at his son. "No." Scarlett whispered. Sam and Tara looked over at their sister. Sam knew her pain. It's a horrible feeling knowing the person you love was the one who wants to hurt you. What they didn't know was there was more to it than their relationship now.

"Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha literally named Chad. Fuck! It felt good to kill him! And you-" Ethan pointed his knife over to Scarlett. "You know how easy it was to make you love me." Ethan laughed causing Scarlett's heart to once again drop.

"Didn't take much after that to fuck me. Did it?" She felt sick, unfortunately for her in this situation it could be a number of things. Her eyes letting the tears escape her quietly as she stood there in disbelief as the two stood their smiling.

"Recognize this? This was your grandmother's Sam. Nancy Loomis? Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family...." Ethan pointed his knife the the beat up Ghostface mask he's been gallivanting in. "Wait for it." Bailey interrupted. ".....My names not Ethan Landry. Is it dad?"

""Dad"?" Scarlett questioned as Bailey started laughing. He brushed a piece of Ethan's hair out of his eyes then gripped his shoulder. He was proud. "Wait. If it's you two, that just leaves..." Sam Gulped before continuing. "Mindy?"

The last Ghostface lifted the mask revealing the final accomplice. "Hey, roomies. You didn't see that one coming, did you?" The three were taken back. No, no that couldn't be possible. She was dead, Quinn was dead. Scarlett took her attention away from the redhead back to her boyfriend or now ex in his dark robe. Their eyes met and Ethan shot her a smirk.

"Yeah because you died!" Tara exclaimed. "Kind of didn't. Though it was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train. That sort of thing." Quinn explained. "Yep, and I just made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with a fresh one. Little fake blood, a prosthetic. You'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with." Bailey smiled proud of his children.

"I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favorite." Quinn held up her mask as she walked around the display cases and placed it on the mannequin head. Scarlett watched Ethan go around the display on her right and place the mask on the mannequin with Nancy Loomis's old bloody clothes.

Scarlett watched as he gave her a quick wink with his once lovable browns. Which have turned to an unrecognizable dark cold tone. "Nice. That's number three. That's two. Which leaves your father's. This is what we've been counting down to, Sam. I'm gonna need you to put it on." Bailey pulled out Billy Loomis's mask out of his jacket. Scarlett was trying to focus back and forth from Bailey back to Ethan. Who was perched over the display with hunger, ready to attack given the word.

Sam looked at the mask in Bailey's hand then back up at Bailey himself. He had to be crazy. Clearly he was Sam thought to herself. "Fuck you!" Sam spat as she knocked the mask out of Bailey's hand. Ethan quickly leaned over the display and sliced Sam's shoulder. "You stay the fuck away from them!" Scarlett yelled at Ethan as Sam held her wound. Ethan chuckled at Scarlett as he moved around the displays. Tara grabbed a brick back up from the floor ready incase she had to strike.

"What? What is this? You did this as a family?" Sam turned to Bailey as she held her bleeding shoulder. "Hell yeah, bitch. You should know better than anyone." Quinn stomped forward towards Sam but was quickly cut off by Tara and Scarlett.

"They're still not getting it." Ethan laughed as he walked over next to his sister. Knife extended ready to strike again. Scarlett looked down at his knife then back up at Ethan and Quinn. "I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro. It wasn't me!" Sam tried to explain. "Oh we know that. Of course you didn't. You think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on. Who do you think started the rumors about you in the first place?" Bailey gestured behind Sam. Sam turned around to see Quinn holding up her hand with the knife in it.

"Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro into the villain? How easy it was to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best?" Quinn explained. "Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days. You have to assassinate their character first. So when Dad here "discovers" your horribly mutilated bodies..." Ethan started.

Scarlett gulped the pressure in her throat back down as she listened to Ethan talk about mutilating them. Her thoughts were paused when Quinn lunged forward a bit in front of Tara causing her to squeal. "...posed with Sam wearing her father's mask, he'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet that you're the real Ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands." Ethan finished as he pointed the knife at Sam.

"Exactly! Thats why it's the perfect alibi. And all the best lies are based on the truth. You're a killer. Just like your father." Bailey pointed his finger at Sam. "No, I'm not!" Sam yelled. "Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother!" Quinn shouted.

"What are you talking about?" Sam shook her head. "You said your brother died in a car accident." Scarlett looked at Quinn confused. "Oh no, you sweet, dumb thing. He died in Woodsboro...." Ethan pointed his knife at Scarlett then back at Sam "...at the hands of your bitch sister." Scarlett looked over at Sam and Tara who had the look of realization on their faces."You're Richie's family." Sam turned to Bailey. "Yeah." Bailey whispered as he slowly nodded.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding! She's finally starting to get it." Ethan stepped forward and plunged his knife in Sam's chest near her shoulder before quickly pulling it out. "Go! Go!" Scarlett grabbed Sam's hand as Tara followed. Scarlett pushed over the mannequin display of Nancy Loomis's mask and outfit to create an opening in the display circle that was once blocking them in.

"Now! It wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you'd actually done to him that I knew." Bailey yelled. Ethan and Quinn quickly ran around the display on either side to block off the two. Scarlett grabbed a brick off the ground. Ethan stepped towards her but quickly stepped back dodging a swing from Scarlett. "That I knew you had to fucking die! You had to be punished! Along with anyone else who stands in our way."

Sam applied pressure to her arm once more as she stepped in front of Quinn blocking her from Tara and Scarlett. Sam's eyes darkened as she looked glanced up at Quinn. "There she is. There's the fucking killer." Quinn held her knife up to Sam's throat. "Real great parenting job by the way." Scarlett snarked at Bailey. "Shut your whore fucking mouth!" Quinn yelled as she took the knife away from Sam's throat and pushed Scarlett back through the whole they created in the display ring. "Shit." Tara muttered as the two followed their sister. "You okay?" Sam helped her Scarlett up. Ethan and Quinn quickly made their way back to the sisters, holding their knives up behind them.

"Have I been a perfect Dad? No. Have I maybe overindulged Richie's love of these little movies? Yeah, maybe. For me, they're just a little dark. But Richie really loved them. He loved them! He even made a few of his own. Did you know? Did you know?" Bailey turned around to watch the projector behind them play Richie's self made Stab movie.

"There's a very special nod between a father and his first son." Bailey added. Scarlett turned her head to see Ethan behind her. A frown on his face he was trying not to let show, tears in his eyes he was trying to now let fall. He's attention was drawn to the curtain with the projection above them. His eyes landed back down on Scarlett. Thats when she knew. He was doing this not only for Richie.

"Which is why I helped him build this collection." Bailey turned around gesturing to all the artifacts around them. "This was all his?" Tara asked looking at the displays around her. "Yes, he's a very passionate collector. And he inspired others. We had to kill those two wannabe film students because, well, we had to kill you first, Sam. I put the theater in their name, then good ole Detective Bailey would've just stumbled on it. But I didn't have to because, by golly, that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist. I built a tribute to my son. Which is why this is where you have to die, Sam. Surrounded by all the things he loved the most." Bailey explained.

"What happens next? After you're done with us you just disappear?!" Sam exclaimed. "No! We got to hurry over to the hospital and make sure Mindy and Gale don't pull through..." Sam looked over at her sisters and down at their hands. A brick in each then back up at the two. "....because everybody dies Sam! Everyone who had anything to do with the death of my son suffers and dies." Bailey lifted his gun up to Sam.

"Yeah!Fuck yeah they do!" Quinn yelled. "Now put on the mask." Bailey hissed. "He was so pathetic." Sam panted as she shook her head. "What?Thats not true." Bailey objected."Yeah, your son, he was a man-baby who made his girlfriend so all the killing." Sam continued to taunt.

"He was a strong, virile young man!" Bailey gripped his gun harder. "He was a limp-dick little fuck who cried before I slit his throat." Sam spat. "Shut the fuck up!" Quinn yelled as she lunged forward to Sam. Scarlett quickly gripped the brick and swung at Quinn knocking her to the ground coughing up her own blood. Suddenly the sound of gun shots rang through the air. The three turned to see Kirby firing off. Bailey quickly made his way behind the curtain to another hallways escaping the shots.

Quinn used all her strength at the current moment and lifted herself up off the ground. She tried her best to run behind the curtain to follow her father. "Sam come on!" Tara yelled as her and Scarlett tried to make a run for it. Ethan sprinted towards Kirby and quickly threw her to the ground. He grabbed another knife in the pockets of his robe.

"Recognize this?" Ethan held up the older scarlet covered blade. "Fuck you." Kirby spat. Ethan in one swift movement jabbed the knife into Kirby's abdomen. Ripping the flesh of the scar before it. "Fuck" Kirby groaned.

Grabbing a brick from the rubble on the ground beside her, Sam ran up behind Ethan. Who was currently still taunting Kirby from above her. She rammed the side of his head with the brick causing Ethan to fall over in pain. Sam hurried over to Kirby lying on the ground, knife in her old scar. "Sorry, but I kind of need this." Kirby groaned as Sam quickly grabbed the knife lodged in Kirby's abdomen."Fuck em up." Kirby panted.

"Sam come on!" Scar yelled as her and Tara stood by the end of the ladder next to the wall to lead them upstairs. Sam put the knife in her belt then froze. She looked over to Ethan on the ground unconscious. Now was her time. He was out, he couldn't fight back. Sam turned to look back at her sister waiting by the ladder.

Tara anxiously waiting for her to move while Scarlett looking at her and back at Ethan. Her eyes full of fear and worry. Sam looked back at Ethan. "Damn it." She muttered before turning back at the two.

"Go! Go! Go! I'll meet you up there!" Sam told them. Tara hesitated as her hands froze on the wood.

"Where are you going?" Scarlett asked. "Scarlett just  go!" Sam yelled before disappearing through the curtain on the stage.

"Tara go!" Scarlett instructed as her sister started climbing the ladder. Once Tara hit the top she turned toward her sister below. "Go! I'm right behind you." Tara nodded once again at her sister's instructions and started making her way down the hallway. Scarlet grabbed the sides of the older wooden ladder climbing the first two steps.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ethan grabbed Scarlett's right leg as she went for the third step. Grabbing her hard as he tugged her down the ladder. "No. No. No." Scarlett pleaded as she hit the ground trying to get away. Ethan reached down and with his left, he grabbed Scarlett by the throat. Ethan lifted her up and slammed her against the wall next to the ladder.

"Hi there, Princess. I was hoping I would get just one more time with you alone. Remember the last time I had you pinned against a wall?" Ethan smirked. "Fuck you." Scar gasped as Ethan's hand applied pressure. "No, no, no sweetheart we already did that remember?" Ethan chuckled.

Scarlett flinched as Ethan quickly brought his knife up to the brick on the wall behind her. The sound of scraping rang through Scarlett's ear. His grip getting tighter on her throat. "Ethan." Scar moaned trying to get more air.

"Sounded like that too." Ethan brought his lips to her ear close to his knife. "Why? Why me? Why do this?" Scarlett asked. "Were you not paying attention? At all!" Ethan exclaimed. "You know that's not what I meant." Scarlett needed to know.

She knew this wasn't the same Ethan she had learn to love. That Ethan was just a mirage. She needed to know why he would do this though. Why take the extra step to be with her? "Consider it plot."

"You know doing this isn't going to make your dad love you more." Scarlett's words snapped something inside him. He took her body off the wall only to slam it back into it again. Scarlett groaned in pain as she felt the sting in the back of her head from the bricks. "I don't need him to love me."

"It really seems like you do. Like you're doing this for him not for you." Her words weren't helping his anger as it was starting to spill over. "I'm doing this for me you bitch!"

"Scar! Scarlette! Scar!" Scarlett could hear her sisters call out for her. Tears slowly escaped her eyes. Ethan took his thumb and wiped away her ongoing tears. She could feel the cold metal of the knife. The knife with her sister's blood on it on the side of her face. With the same hand he's using to wipe her tear could be the same one to kill her any second.

"I want you to know I did love you at some point." Ethan leaned his forehead onto hers. The words made Scarlett's tears fall faster. "Ethan. Ethan I-" Scarlett stuttered. "But that's just not enough." Scarlett saw Ethan move his hand back with the knife ready to plunge. Panic set in her. She didn't want to but she knew what she had to do. She went into full panic mode as she yelled-

"ETHAN!! NO WAIT!! I'M PREGNANT!"

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Chapter one up now!!!

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Otis B Driftwood x Reader - Drabble "Otis Finds out you are pregnant"

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Language, kidnapped!Reader, Slasher family, allusions to mature themes.

This Drabble can be seen as following the Halloween Breeding Ritual fic, and is followed by the Reader Going into labor fic that will be uploaded soon.

Otis Breeding Ritual – Otis finds out you’re pregnant:

The heavy click of the door latch was a familiar, dreaded sound. You flinched, your heart hammering against your ribcage as you curled tighter into yourself on the bed, the leather leash coiled beside you like a sleeping serpent. You faced the wall, arms protectively wrapped around your midsection, betraying a new vulnerability unlike the defiance you once wielded so bravely.

"Hey, Bunny," Otis' voice slithered through the dim room, laced with that dark amusement that always sent shivers down your spine. His boots made soft thuds against the wooden floorboards as he approached, the weight of his presence looming large.

"Whatcha hidin' from me today, huh?" His words were teasing, feigning nonchalance, but you heard the edge of curiosity beneath them. The shadow of his figure fell over you, blocking out the scant light filtering in through the dirt-streaked window.

"Look at me," he commanded, his tone no longer playful. You didn't move, couldn't move, even as the mattress dipped under his weight. His fingers—rough, demanding—grasped your chin and turned your head to face him. You met his eyes, those almost colorless orbs piercing into you, searching for something you didn't want to give away.

"Otis..." It was all you could muster, a whisper tinged with fear and an involuntary plea for whatever came next.

"Shh, now." He smirked, his eyes dropping to where your arm shielded your stomach. His grasp shifted, trailing down to gently caress your skin over the fabric of your worn shirt. "What's this?"

You trembled under his touch, your breath hitching as his fingers brushed against you with an unexpected tenderness. It was a sensation so foreign in this hellish captivity that it only served to heighten your anxiety.

"Are you...?" His voice trailed off, the realization dawning in his gaze before his features softened into a perverse imitation of affection. "My little Bunny's been a good girl."

His laughter, low and husky, filled the room as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Pregnant," he cooed, drawing out the word like a caress more sinister than any blow he could deliver. "Well, ain't that somethin'?"

You recoiled inwardly, disgust and terror mingling in the pit of your stomach. This wasn't just about being his captive anymore; it was about the life growing inside you, a twisted new bond between captor and captive. Otis' eyes gleamed with a sick delight, and you knew that this changed everything—and nothing at all.

Otis strode across the room, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The door groaned on its hinges as he flung it open with a flourish, bellowing down the hall to Baby and Mother Firefly. "Hey! Guess what? Bunny's knocked up!"

"Really?!" The shrill echo of Baby's voice carried back, tinged with a twisted excitement. A more subdued murmur followed, Mother Firefly’s words indistinct but undoubtedly laden with her own perverse brand of maternal pride.

Your heart pounded in your chest, an erratic drumbeat as you strained to hear above the blood rushing in your ears. Otis' laughter—a dark, triumphant sound—reverberated through the room before the door clicked shut, sealing away the outside world once again.

You scrabbled backwards on the bed, the tether at your ankle pulling taut. "You don't need to... now that I'm…" Your voice broke, confusion lacing each word. Surely, now there was no further use for you in this macabre ritual?

"Need to?" Otis's eyes were alight as he advanced, a predator closing in on prey cornered and quivering. "Oh, Bunny, the fun's just beginning." His words were a growl, sending shivers tracing icy trails down your spine.

“The Halloween ritual is only the first of many parts.” His red eyes seemed to gleam as they met yours.

"More parts?" The question spilled from you, a whisper wrapped in dread.

"More parts," he confirmed, the dark promise in his voice leaving no room for misunderstanding.

With a swift motion, Otis was upon you, his hands snatching your wrists, pinning them down with a strength that left no hope of resistance. The bed dipped under his weight as he hovered over you, his body an inescapable shroud.

"Feeling you full of my baby," he murmured, his breath hot against your cheek, "it's got me all kinds of fired up."

Your mind raced, thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. The reality of your situation bore down on you—heavier than Otis' body pressing you into the mattress. His lust, stoked by the life burgeoning within you, was an added layer of violation, one that sickened even as it immobilized you.

"Please," you begged, the word barely audible, "don't."

"Shh," Otis hushed you, his gaze searing into yours, "This is art. You're my canvas, Bunny. And we've only just started painting our masterpiece."

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Yandere slashers and sinclair brothers with a reader that is pregnant and therfore much more clingy and cuddly and emotionally attached?

Yandere! Slashers with Reader That is Pregnant and Super Clingy

Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)

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

Warnings: Typical Yandere behavior, pregnancy of course

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Also, starting today, I will be including the Sinclair brothers in ALL future Slasher requests by default!

Freddy Krueger

Ah, he knew you'd come around

Even just hearing your voice has him sprinting to you, wanting nothing more than to tend to you

Seeing you reach out and ask for his affection leaves him with the biggest grin you've ever seen

Won't give you any time alone either

Wherever he is, you are

Will rub his hand over your growing stomach whenever he holds you

Just know now that you've given him a taste of what it's like to be wanted, he's not going to let you change that even once you have the baby

Michael Myers

He will complain about this newfound clinginess of yours

He enjoyed when you were more standoffish, and he had to force you to give him the attention he desired

Things feel just a little too easy now

He just hopes things will go back to how they were before once you have the child

Although, there still won't be much time alone with a baby crying all the time

But he misses the old you

It's why he took you in the first place

Jason Voorhees

God, why couldn't it be like this all of the time?

He actually feels needed and desired in a way that he didn't before

Hearing you call for him and feeling you squished against his side makes him even happier about you being pregnant (if that's even possible)

Will silently thank your full belly every night while you're sleeping, grateful that you need him so much

He really hopes this affection for him grows along with your stomach

He needs you, and now you need him

It's exactly what he wanted

Thomas Hewitt

He is almost unable to keep up with your demands, but God does he love it

You can call him names, scream at him, do whatever you want if it means he gets to hold you like this all of the time

Will rub your feet, spoon you, and massage your back if your heart desires

Will constantly check in on you

Hell, he has barely left the house for the last couple weeks

Not only because he wants to take care of you

He just enjoys how much attention you're giving him

And he wants to soak it all up while he has the chance

Bubba Sawyer

You've never seen him so happy and giggly before

Every single smile or touch you give him sends him into a fit of bubbly energy

But if you give him a little, he takes it to a lot

A simple hug will have him rolling you over and squeezing you like your life depended on it

A kiss on the cheek has him pressing his lips on every square inch of your skin

Thankfully, you don't mind right now

Any other person would find it to be overbearing, but you can't help but relish in it

He hopes this will never change and will only increase once the baby is born

Brahms Heelshire

He loves the constant affection

There's no limit to this man on how much you can give him

But he can't help the slight feeling of dread that pools in his stomach

He knows the pregnancy is aiding in this change

And he fears that once the baby is born, all attention towards him will be put towards the child or will disappear altogether

He can send himself into fits of rage just by thinking too much about this situation

Be gentle with him, and it will all be fine

But now that you've given him a taste of what he so desperately desires, there's no way you can go back

He will never let you

Norman Bates

Any single look or word you say to Norman has him flushing the darkest shade of red you've ever seen

His stuttering increases, he finds himself clumsier than usual, and he can barely sleep at night

He acts like a little boy with a crush

And the fact that you're carrying his child only increases that giddy feeling inside of him

He's still hesitant to initiate anything with you, but he will never say no to you if you ask him for anything

He feels so happy, like his dreams are coming true

He can't wait for you all to be a little family

And if this is what it's like whenever you're pregnant...

He's going to want a big family

Billy Loomis

Billy likes a challenge, but now you're just giving in so easily

He can't say he doesn't mind it though

He may act all cool and tough about you being so clingy with him, but there's a part of him that loves having you depend on him

He's your lover and provider

He likes it this way

But the moment you seem just the slightest bit off, he is going in on you, starting arguments and making accusations that aren't even true

So be careful where you tread

You've ignited something in him, and he likes it

Stu Macher

This works out for Stu because knowing you're carrying his child also brings out his clingy and affectionate side

It's like being one and the same, always seeming to call out for each other at the same time

He's a big foodie, so you bet he'll always bring you your favorite snacks

He might even become more comfortable and let you out in public with him occasionally

He thrives off of your attention

Will talk to your belly and say how lucky they've made him

Becomes the tiniest bit delusional and believes that you won't ever leave him now

Not that you really wanted to, but if you did, he would never let you

Vincent Sinclair

Your sudden increase in attention has Vincent all bashful

Will immediately become more shy but loves every second of it

Will beg on his knees if you ask him to

He's willing to go to literally any length to make you (and the baby) happy

Will lay and spend time with you for however long you ask

He's also big into getting you food and drinks that you're craving

As long as you hug him and tell him just how much you love him, he'll do anything for you

Bo Sinclair

He has mixed feelings about the sudden change in your neediness

It does boost his ego quite a bit and makes him feel like you really need him

You're just so helpless so of course he needs to help you

But at the same time, he's a bit annoyed

He has plenty of things to do

Spending 24/7 with you and giving you affection all the time isn't his thing

It all depends on what mood you catch him in

If he's feeling good, you being clingy doesn't bother him

But if he's already irritated, you being all over will only make it worse

Just tread carefully around him

Lester Sinclair

He can feel himself melt every time you ask for a simple hug or kiss

Feeling you crawl into bed with him in the middle of the night plasters the biggest smile on his face

He lives for your attention and touch

You could slap him and he'd be happy

Anytime you cuddle up to him, he's immediately reaching for your growing belly, wanting to give his child some attention too

Will compliment you repeatedly over your new found attachment

Prays every night that this is a permanent change

[slashersdaddy]

Hi ❤️ First of all, I love you

Second, can we have how Thomas Hewitt (slashers) would react to an unexpected pregnancy?

✨💐💕

Thank you!!! And ofc!! Sorry it's a tad short, I haven't had much time to write!!

Thomas Hewitt X Pregnant!fem!reader

💜 Now Tommy, he isn't the most... Observant of the slashers, like yeah he is more observant than most people, but... When you slowly shifted, starting to change, grow more grumpy ectect he was confused to say the least.

💜 So when he finds you, curled up on your shared bed long past time for you to wake up he was worried, I mean you were usually such a sweetheart, and listened to the unwritten rules of his family.

💜 but as he walks up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, and can feel you shaking he stops.

💜 after a moment of tense silence he raises a brow, and slowly signs 'what is wrong sugar?'

💜 and when you look up and he sees the tears in your eyes he panics, what if you want to leave? Did you hate him now? But before his mind can run away with him he hears your soft words

💜 "I... I'm pregnant Tommy"

💜 his jaw drops and he freezes, he never thought about being a daddy, especially not now not with his family being his family, not in this place but most of all not to risk yourself for a baby.

💜 but he slowly warms up, maybe over the next minute or maybe over the next week.

💜 but when he comes around he comes around hard, hugging you, kissing you, carrying you everywhere. Don't expect to be on your feet, if you have long hair he is brushing it and putting it up.

💜 he will make sure you are eating more, and that you are sleeping at least 9 hours a night.

💜 while you are pregnant you will never be alone, you will always have a massive very scary shadow around you, especially when his family is hunting

[the-s1lly-corner]

Creepypastas or slashers x pregnant!reader who's having cravings?

Various crps x pregnant!reader w/ cravings

I'll likely do a second post for slasher characters!! Woo!!

Characters: nina, jeff, eyeless jack, bloody painter

Notes: reader is afab but otherwise GN, slender mansion au because admin longs for nostalgia

CWs: mentions of eating human meat in Jack's part (he's the one eating it)

NINA

Just say the word and she's going to be in the kitchen throwing something together for you- she's not at all a good cook but God damn it is she going to try

Zero judgement from her if you ask for something that's usually viewed as gross or a weird combination... she herself eats a lot of random stuff thrown together that would probably make most recoil or gag

Don't even try to get out of bed she's going to speed run it and bring it to you, won't let you lift a finger

JEFF

Also cannot cook, and if he needs to he will either run to the store and (steal( get something for you

It.... takes him a while to get back but he WILL bring you something

Sometimes drags his feet about it... it's not really until he realizes how much the pregnancy exhausts you that he has a "oh shit" moment and actually gets off his ass

Tries to keep his opinion on weirder combos to himself as he gives you what you requested

EYELESS JACK

Zero judgment, he literally eats people so he feels he has no place to think you're weird for any of your cravings

That being said he will put his foot down if the craving is a food that can be bad for the pregnancy, WILL make sure to do some research to keep you and the baby as healthy as possible

Other than that he indulges your every whim, of possible if you're craving for general snacks he keeps some baggies in your shared room!

He already eats away from you but he makes sure to separate from you while he eats if the.. smell of the blood makes you ill...

BLOODY PAINTER

Great cook, and you often find yourself craving his food... and he's more than willing to cook for you when you ask

Doesn't matter what time it is either, will make you something in the middle of the night

Feeds you if you're too tired, and he doesn't rush you

He... doesn't understand the weirder cravings but he's not going to say anything about it, it's not his business- he's not the one eating it

[yawnderu]

Final Girl — Slasher!Keegan P. Russ x Reader (2/?)

cw: stalking, noncon. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Your life was never meant to be a punishment.

"Are you listening?" The man in front of you asks the moment your gaze starts to drift off for the third time since you arrived at the office.

"Sorry. What did you say?" The dark circles around your eyes make you resemble a raccoon more than a human, the memories of your friends dying and their blood splattered all around the pale wallpapers. Images of nature that were supposed to be remembered as calming do the exact opposite, forever engraved in your broken psyche.

"Do you remember anything about the suspect?" The detective's voice is calm, laced with nothing but pure understanding and compassion, a man too passionate about what he does— and the man you're about to lie to, delaying the investigation of your friend's death just to save your own ass.

"Nothing other than what I've told you, sir. Everything is just so..." The pregnant pause makes him fidget with the pen in his hand, grey eyes focused on the way you look away from him, eyes squinting as you try to recall memories from that night, memories that are so painful he can see it written all over your face, making him feel a pang of guilt.

"It's okay. Call me if you remember anything else, yeah?" His warm hand rests on your shoulder after you get up, trying his best to give you a reassuring smile that is only met with weary eyes, making your way out without saying anything. There's hesitation in your steps, your heart almost beating out of your chest the moment you stop walking and look over your shoulder, briefly meeting his curious gaze.

“He had brown eyes.” Mr. Smith doesn't waste any time on adding the information to his notes, only making the guilt spread all over your insides like black mold, taking over what used to be your soul— it's all his now.

Your life was never meant to be a punishment, yet what do you call seeing the man who killed your friends everywhere you go? He's been taking over your entire life no matter how much you try to push the memories away, no matter how much you try to forget it all happened, only serving as a constant reminder that you didn't do enough.

Dreams colliding with reality isn't something new, yet your nightmares are so realistic that it almost feels like you were there. Even while you were hidden away in a dark closet, you can see your friends struggling against the much bigger, armed man, innocent bodies butchered while they were alive, a mess of limbs spread all over the rented cabin, blank eyes always staring at you, watching you run away and leave them behind.

Were you losing your mind? It all seems so real, to the point you're not even convinced you only saw your best friend die. Are you sure you didn't peek the kitchen the moment you cowardly decided to escape? The kitchen was blocked by a wall, and yet.

Cold water splashes all over your face, feeling the softness of your palm rub the skin, trying to come back to reality, to remind yourself that it's impossible to have seen the other bodies. The crime scene report is repeated over and over like a mantra, serving as a permanent reminder that you weren't there. No, not when only a body was found in the living room.

The person looking back at you in the mirror is a far cry from who you used to be. The dark circles in your eyes resemble more a dead girl walking than a real, healthy body, and perhaps that's what you are. If it weren't for the constant feeling of crippling dread and the tears spilling down your cheeks like a broken dam, you could've fooled a mortician.

The sound of your phone vibrating against the vanity brings you back to reality from your trip to Self-Pity Land, slapping some more water on your sweaty face before deciding to take a peek at the screen.

1:38 PM.

From: Ali💗

Almost there.

It's enough to make you scurry around the room, applying enough makeup to not make your friend worry, knowing that she wanted to get you out of the house just to give you a worthy distraction.

For what seems like the first time in forever, the corners of your lips tilt up into a smile the moment your friend wraps her arms around you, holding you close despite the odd stares you're getting from the people in the diner.

“Hey, you.” Her cheerfulness was contagious, to the point that even if only for a second, you get a sense of normalcy. A sense of community, despite your own feelings about the entire situation.

Your friend can talk for two. Something that you never noticed until now, listening to her ramble about anything and everything for the past hour. In a way, it gave you the chance to dissociate in peace, the words mixing together to the point they barely made sense anymore, completely entering one ear and leaving the other.

“He's looking at you.” Alina says in a teasing whisper, nudging you with her elbow. You give her a confused glance until she looks between the man and you, giving you the look.

Your gaze connects with a pair of baby blue eyes, forcing a sharp pain to cut through your soul. His eyes look too familiar, resembling the pair you see every single day in your nightmares. His entire demeanor screams ''cocky bastard'', manspreading on the seat of the table across from you, his arm propped up on the backrest.

“Awful timing, but I have to go.” Alina says with a small frown, though it quickly changes to a little smug smirk the moment she realizes the man is still looking at you. If she even notices your pleading gaze, it goes completely ignored as she gets up from the booth, giving you a strong, goodbye hug— and the stare from the man makes it clear that it might be the last one.

“Get some.” She teases in a whisper, quickly making her way out of the diner after paying for your drinks. You feel the urge to empty your stomach, yet there's barely anything there, only the slow-growing sense of pure dread the longer you keep staring at each other. Even when you force yourself to look away, you can see him staring at you from the corner of your eye, almost able to tell he has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Leaving a halfway done drink behind, you make your way out of the diner, hoping that being out with more witnesses can save you. Is that really him? You barely got the chance to see his eyes yet you never saw his face, starting to doubt yourself the longer your tired feet drag you around the street. He could be an innocent man falling victim of your trauma, simply looking to get laid— you could probably use that, too, yet his icy stare and cocky grin is carved into your damaged mind.

“Need a ride?” A deep, gravely voice offers, nearly giving you a heart attack the moment your eyes meet his. Your hand goes up to your chest, trying to calm your fast-beating heart even when he gives you a reassuring, charming smile.

“No, thank you.” Your tone is far too polite and kind, still wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt despite the fight or flight screaming at you to flee— to get away from the man you're now convinced is the same masked man who murdered your friends.

“Get in the fucking car, princess.”

The charming smile he was shooting your way is gone within a second, his icy gaze piercing through your soul now that he knows you saw through his bullshit. Your gaze drifts down to the hand lifting a part of his shirt up, revealing part of his dark, happy trail— and his handgun.

There's hesitation in your steps as you walk to the passenger's seat, already feeling the smoothie you drank starting to crawl up your throat, almost making you throw it all up, yet you do your best to hold it in, shakily getting into his car.

“… My house's up ahead.” You purposely give him the wrong address, trying to protect your family and yourself from the deranged bastard. The ride is eerily quiet, almost making you even more nervous than if he was trying to make conversation with you. There's no music playing, no humming— nothing, other than his fingers tapping against the steering wheel and his calm breathing.

“We're here.” Maybe you're reading him wrong, but there's hints of teasing bleeding through his deep voice, his eyes shining with mirth when you step out of his truck, making your way to one of the houses. You reach the front door after what feels like minutes, your hand shaking as you think of what to do. You can hear the engine of his car still behind you, not driving away even when you told him that's your home.

I don't want anyone else to die because of me. If someone opens the door, would he murder them too? He has a gun, and the way he brutalized your friends makes it clear that he's not afraid to get his hands dirty no matter the weapon. His loud laugh makes every single muscle in your body tense up, hesitantly looking back at him, the pure amusement dancing all over his face doesn't ease your fears in the slightest.

“Come back, sweetheart. I'll take you home.” And he stays true to his word, driving back in silence, his warm hand resting on your bare thigh. You don't dare look at it, simply staring out of the window, feeling every single callus on his hand while the scenery gets more and more familiar. The black mold in your soul spreads by the second, threatening to rot you from the inside out, bubbling up into a disgusting brew as he stops in front of your house.

Your eyes briefly meet his, his pupils starting to dilate the same way they did when he was done brutalizing your friends; just like a predator who has never failed to catch his prey. You never gave him your address— in fact, you didn't say a single word since you got back into his truck, yet he still found his way to your house.

It's all starting to make sense. Despite assuming it's all a product of your paranoia, you've been catching hints of the masked man everywhere you go, blue eyes always staring right into your soul.

“Not gonna invite me over for some coffee?” Technically, it is a question, yet you both know saying no to him is not even on the table.

“Sure… I can make you a coffee.” Perhaps inviting a serial killer is not the brightest idea, yet what other options do you even have? He knows where you live and the places you frequent, you're not safe anywhere. His hand drifts down to the small of your back as you open the entrance door, hesitantly letting him back into the only safe space you had, willingly allowing him to invade your life.

“Atta girl.” What should feel like praise from an older man only serves as additional mental torture, the sound of the door closing behind you making all hope of surviving him fade away.

“Come sit on my lap.” He walks to the living room as if it's his own home, not even asking for directions, simply being able to navigate his way around like he's been here before— deep inside, you know he has. Your nose starts to sting as he sits down on the couch and forces you to straddle him, your thighs around his, allowing you to feel all the muscle.

“Don't cry…” He taunts, only now making you aware of the hot tears dripping down your cheeks, your lips trembling as he pushes you closer by the ass, pressing your clothed cunt against his hardening dick. His face is buried on he crook of your neck, loudly inhaling your scent as his starts to grind against you, calloused hands roaming all over your pretty body.

“Wanna feel my cock?” The vigorous head shake you give him is enough to make him laugh, open-mouthed kisses planted all over your neck and shoulders, not caring about leaving any marks. You can barely register the sound of his zipper coming down until he's guiding your hand to his warm, hardening dick.

You're too shaky to even do anything about it, disgust and nervousness turning into a dangerous mix, yet Keegan is a patient man. A patient man who gently makes your fingers wrap around his shaft, guiding your movements to jerk him off, getting even harder underneath your touch. Low grunts and muffled moans are spilled right into your ear, clearly getting off despite your very clear fear.

“You're doing so good, princess…” He murmurs. Keegan's free hand starts to sneak his way inside your shirt, slipping past your bra, his thumb brushing past your hardening nipple. Your brain is able to recognize that fight or flight aren't options anymore, so just like a wild animal trying to avoid a fight; you freeze.

Your shaky breaths mingle together, only interrupted by the low groans he lets out, his hand leaving yours for the first time, leaving you unsure of what to do. Despite the tears falling down your cheeks and the muffled whimpers, your hand keeps moving up and down his shaft, not wanting to die by his dirty, blood-tainted hands.

Keegan's mind isn't broken enough to not know it's wrong, yet it has been broken enough to the point he simply doesn't care. Thrown away by his brothers in arms and the marines, he doesn't have anything else to lose. No life purpose, other than to bring others the same pain he has suffered for years.

A quiet whimper escapes your lips as he moves your hand away from his cock, using his tip to move your underwear aside. His free hand goes to the back of your head, encouraging you to hide your pretty, tear-stained face on the crook of his neck, fully muffling your cries the moment he penetrates you. His dick is way too thick for his own good— stretching you open forcefully, despite the way he's actually going out of his way to make it as painless as possible.

“Shh, it's okay, kid. Just enjoy it.” He whispers into your ear, running a reassuring hand up and down your back, starting to move inside you, as if what he's doing could be even remotely enjoyable. A low, throaty moan makes its way out of his lips the moment he manages to bottom out, your body responding to the forced intrusion by getting you wet, not able to register that you don't want it.

Breaking you apart is the closest thing to religion he's ever gotten. Keegan's lips crash against yours as his hips start to thrust up faster and deeper, growing more desperate by the second despite how wrong he knows it is. He shouldn't be enjoying this, yet he's just a broken, terrible man, the little sobs leaving your lips only making him fuck into you harder.

The human body works in odd, awful ways. You don't want this, yet every single nerve inside your cunt is being stimulated by his long shaft, sending signals to your body that make it feel much better after you got wet. The small moan that gets ripped out from your throat makes him break away from the kiss, amusement written all over his face.

Keegan's forehead leans against yours as his hips rock against yours, his breath hot against your face. From this position, you're able to examine his face, taking note of as many details as possible in case he decides to let you leave, no matter how slim the chances are.

Thick, black eyebrows, buzzcut, dark scruff covering his pale cheeks. High cheekbones, light blue eyes, no visible scars or moles.

You repeat it inside your head like a mantra, trying to use it as a replacement to keep your head occupied from the knot starting to tense in your stomach, tightening up more and more with each thrust. You know for a fact you're hating this, yet your body is betraying you, coating his cock with slick.

He pulls out only to slam himself back in, dragging more pathetic moans out of your lips the moment he hits your spongy cervix. The stimulation is enough to make you hide your face on the warm crook of his neck, biting your thumb hard to muffle your own sounds the moment you start tightening up around him, finally giving in to the stimulation.

Your teeth sink deeper into your skin despite the small whiny moan escaping your lips the moment your forced orgasm hits, barely conscious enough to register the cocky laugh above you, feeling his lips connect against your temple, his breath hot on your skin as he manages to pull out, shooting ropes of thick cum all over your stomach.

“See? It wasn't that bad, was it, princess?” You collapse against him with a loud exhale, not able to hold it together anymore.

“Why…?” It's all you can ask, and you're not even sure about the reason you're asking why. Why did he kill your friends? Why did he let you live? Why is he stalking you? Why did he force himself on you? Why is he caressing your body like you're made of glass, as if he didn't just destroy you into thousands of shards?

“Because I'm not right in the head anymore.”

Taglist: @h0ney-mushroom @bangtandaze @elentiyaiswriting @lollycotton @sleepydang @billiousserpent As always, thank you so much @moosch for the amazing art!! 💗💗 world-building with her has been so fucking exciting and I'm happy to finally be writing about Slasher!Keegan after we've been talking about it for months!!<333

[ghostlycod]

okay so i actually have been working on something and it’s turning this post into an actual fic, this is my first one so please enjoy

slasher!ghost x finalgirl!reader

you’re the final girl in the horror movie, and ghost’s the killer that’s been picking off your group one at a time. now it’s just him and you.

part 1

NSFW;MDNI

cw: MAJOR DUBCON/NONCON. don’t read it if you don’t like it, murder, blood, dead bodies, body mutilation (it’s not that bad), violence, ghost trying to kill reader, reader trying to kill ghost back, there will be smut I just couldn’t get to it in this part

They say when you have anxiety that you should count your senses. This is supposed to help you calm down and ground yourself. What’s one thing you can you see? One thing you can hear? One thing you can smell?

Drip, drip.

A single sound. Breathe in and out in time with the smooth splatter of the droplets.

Drip, drip. Breathe in. Drip, drip. Breathe out.

It’s dark in this ramshackle shed you’ve found refuge in. The cloudy night sky bleeding in from the small window does nothing to help illuminate the room. You can hardly make out the details of the source of the slowly dripping fluid, but you know that it’s there. The butchered body of your friend, strung up to the ceiling like swine. Carved up and cut open at the throat.

Drip. Drip. Breathe in.

His corpse reeks of iron and woods and death. You probably don’t smell too great either. The woods you’ve been running in cling to you to, along with the stench of your sweat and your fear. You lay still, cowering beneath a table, because that was the best hiding spot you could come up with in your frenzy.

Drip. Drip. Breathe out.

He’s been bled nearly dry now. His blood runs down his body in a black, faltering stream that ends as it coalesces into a teardrop on the tip of his white shoes, heavy and pregnant before it falls, shooting to the ground like a meteor racing towards earth.

Drip. Drip. Breathe in.

The only world that’s left to hit is yours, and you feel your life is ending with every sickening drop onto the sloppy wooden floorboards.

Drip. Drip. Breathe out.

You are an island now. Alone. No other masses of bodies to cower behind. No other sheep in the flock, no one more injured than you to sacrifice to the wolf.

“I don’t have to run the fastest, I just have to run faster than you.”

That’s what your friend, currently preoccupied with the flood of his bodily fluids onto the floor, had said to you in a moment of desperation. How’d that turn out for him?

He was no hero, and there’s no one left to save you now anyway. The psycho hunting you and your group on your little lakeside cabin getaway had saved you for the last lovely little morsel. So, just you now. You and him.

The silence of the shed snaps when the floorboards creak.

You gasp and immediately regret it.

From your vantage point underneath the flimsy table, you can see dark leather boots in the corner of the room, caked in mud and grass and other things you don’t even want to think about. You watch as those boots softly tread across the floor, making their way closer to you, the leather softly squeaking with the stress of movement.

Drip, drip.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He’s looking for you. Stop breathing so loud.

Drip, drip.

Breathe in, breathe out.

You didn’t even hear him open the door. How long has he been in here?

Drip, drip.

Breathe in, breathe out.

His feet stop only a step away from your pathetic hiding spot, boots squelching as he stands in the pool of blood.

Drip, drip.

Breathe in-

“Birdie…” His voice is as smooth as a fork in the garbage disposal. You feel it reverberate from his body, through the soaked floorboards, all the way down to you as it tingles up your spine.

“I know you’re in ‘ere, bird.”

Run.

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Werewolf! Slashers X Reader Headcannons

Author's note: I had this idea since I done Werewolf Michael, Jason, Corey, and Billy. I figured I would do other slashers fucking Reader.

18+ Minors DNI Teratophilla

Characters: Michael Myers (78, 07 and 2018), Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Corey Cunningham, Thomas Hewitt, and Bubba Saywer

Michael Myers 78

Being spicy, he wants to fuck in his Werewolf forme

Better have him lick your pussy, he definitely needs it

The big Wolf like cock lines up with your hole till he pushed in

You better hold on for dear life. He's thrusting hard and fast

The feeling of his knot hitting the entrance of you pussy is mind melting

He's going to push his knot into you as he's close to cumming.

Ropes of hot seeds floods your womb as he cums

Globs of semen leaking as he slowly pulled his cock out

You want this to happen again another time cause if the pleasure

Jason Voorhees

Him being horny in his Lycan form , he doesn't want to go down on you cause he doesn't want to hurt you with his Cock

Being turned on by his monstrous Wolf dick you began to give him oral

Jason being confused by this but didn't let you stop. It was feeling good on his throbbing cock

You slide onto him with ease, filling you up

Riding on Jason's cock, you moaned as you glide up and down on him

Jason started to thrust into you as he held on to your hips.

"Good Boy Jason, who's a good boy?" You said as you moaned, he whimpered, saying me

Jason pushed you onto his Knot as you both orgasm. Hot seed shot out of his tip as your womb fills up, bloating your stomach

He slides out as you kiss his nose

Michael Myers RZ

Oh boy, he's going to make you feel real good

Big boy is eating you out to make you wet enough for his red rocket to slide in with is

Michael is going to put you on all fours as he slides in

You went to Pound Town as he held on to your hips

His cock was big and felt real good. Feeling full from his dick fucking into your cunt

The drool fell from his mouth and fell on your back, and he continuously fucks you.

As he got close to cumming, he pushed his knot into your hole as you orgasm

Once, twice, and held as he fills you up with ropes of cum

"Oh my god, Michael, you could make me pregnant from that load." You said as you felt his dick finish his release

Sliding his dick out, his seed leaked out of your enlarged Pussy

Brahms Heelshire

Him being a Wolfman than a Werewolf, he gotten a bit gurthy down there

Still he wants to give you a great time

Being careful as he can, he slides in after teasing your clit

"Oh god, Brahmsy." You said as he thrusts into you

Beauty and The Beast eat your heart out

Brahms will hold on to you as he was getting closer to cumming

He howls when he releases, filling up your womb with his Seed

"Who's my good boy." You said

Peepaw Michael Myers

Old Dog learns new Tricks

He's definitely needs a good release

Wet as you can be he will side his cock in before he starts pounding

His balls will slap against your ass while he fucks you

You'll be in so much pleasure as Michael fills your hole with his big wolf cock

His knot will get pushed in when Michael Cums filling your pussy while he Howls

His seed leaks out when he pulls out

Bo Sinclair

Oh baby, he's Big when he's a Rougarou

He'll tease you with his big cock before he'll slip in

Oh God, he's going to make you scream in pleasure as he fills you up, hitting every spot in you

He doesn't have a knot, but just have a bigger cock compared to him when he's human

When he's about to cum He'll thrust closer to you before he'll still as his semen fills your womb

"Oh Bo, Fuck, Fuck, Your filling me up"

He'll stay there till he finishes

He'll pull out when he's done

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent hates the pain of changing, but the fact you're turned on by his form was a Shock to him

You give him oral on his big penis, going for a bit deep throat

Vincent's foot taps vigorously from the pleasure of your mouth

You bounce on him as he held your hips, so don't fall off

Eyes roll in the back of your head as the pleasure of Vincent's cock in your pussy

He carefully lays you down as he begins to continue the pace

Vincent thrusts and thrusts before stopping as he shakes from the pleasure as he fills your hole with his Cum

He pulls out afterward before you kiss his nose

Thomas Hewitt

He's not furry compared to an average Werewolf cause if he would overheat from the Texas heat

But he's got a big dick with a knot like a Werewolf

My God, you're going to be wided up by Thomas

Being careful about his big dick into your small hole, he'll slowly push in before gently thrusting

Every spot in your vagina was being hit by Thomas's cock as he carefully thrusts

As he started to pick up the pace, as you became more wet

Thomas started pounds into you as you screamed in pleasure

His thrusting started to become sloppy as he put you in the Mating Press

His knot will get pushed in before he'll still letting his cum fill you up making your belly bloated

He's staying in to plug you

Corey Cunningham

The fact that you're dating him, the poor boy got bitten by Michael after he left a party you both attended

Oh boy, when you discover him in his Werewolf forme, you couldn't help but think about that side when you both sleep in your bed

He changed while you both were having sex. You felt how big he was getting while he changed

Oh baby, you became so turned on by the Werewolf part. He felt the difference when he finished charging

It's hard pounding away

He's going to fuck you real good as you squealed from pleasure

Corey will hold your hips before his thrusting becomes sloppy as he gets closer to his orgasm

You reach yours when he stilled

He pulls out before he finishes cumming leting some paint your stomach

Bubba Saywer

Much like Thomas, Bubba doesn't have much hair either. But has the same big dong

He was shocked about you wanting him to bang you (Teratophilla is straight on here)

Being careful like Thomas, Bubba will push his tip into your hole before thrusting

Bubba loved how tight you were compared when he's human

"Oh, Bubba, you feel so good."

Bubba will pick up the pace while his knot smacks against your pussy and clit making you unwhined

You locked him as he pounds away as you moaned in pleasure

He'll push his knot when he's close to cumming and still as he let ropes of cum release into your womb

He's giving you kisses afterwards

[letssimptogether]

hey! I was wondering if you could do some hc or stories of pregnant reader who almost got hurt by a victim or a victim was trying to get them for leverage with the Sinclair brothers, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms heelshire, poly ghostface, or anyone else you would want? Only if you want too, I hope you have a good day!

yess it’s in the making rn👀💞💞

**edit: here’s the link to the post!

https://www.tumblr.com/letssimptogether/722323199943114752/slashers-x-pregnant-reader

[abbyfmc]

My Ideas for #YandereTober & Halloween:

You already read the title.

Yandere Immortal x Female Reader.

Yandere Kraken x Sailor or Pirate Reader.

Yandere Angel x Reader.

Yandere Demon x Reader(Human, angel or other demon).

Yandere Wendigo x Female reader.

Yandere Frankenstein monster x Female reader.

Yandere Scientific abomination x Female Scientist Reader.

Yandere Zombie x Survivor reader.

Yandere Parasyte x Female reader.

Yandere Dark king ghost x Urban explorer reader

Yandere Mad scientist x Subject of experiments reader.

Yandere Clown x Tourist Reader.

Yandere Master of ceremonies x Female Tourist Reader.

Yandere Freakshow x Female Tourist Reader.

Yandere Corpse Groom x Female Reader.

Yandere Drider or spider monster/abomination x Lost Explorer Reader.

Yandere Pirate x Mermaid Reader.

Yandere Vampire x Pregnant Human Reader.

Yandere Human x Angel (male or female) Reader.

Yandere Pumpkin Monster x Female Reader.

Yandere Priest or cultist x God/dess Reader.

Yandere Werewolf x Female reader.

Yandere Naga/Lamia x Fe/male reader.

Yandere Painter x Model Reader.

Yandere Wizard/Witch x Fe/male reader.

Yandere Scarecrow x Female Farmer Reader.

Yandere eldritch evil god x benevolent eldritch goddess.

Yandere serial killer(like a slasher) x Female Victim Reader.

Yandere Cannibal Family x Female Guest Reader.

Yandere Coraline (Concept).

Yandere Fairy.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Hey y'all! I decided to split my masterlists into two portions. One for music/band related writing, and another for the creeps! More navigation will be at the bottom of the masterlist!

The writing here will span from when I began this page back in 2020 to the present! This will be updated as often as I can, so no promises new/recent writing will be on here immediately. If a link doesn't work please let me know!

Hope y'all enjoy!

GUIDE:

Angst - 🕷

Fluff - 𓆩♡𓆪

Smut/NSFW - ☓

Neutral - ✸

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀

Kingdom AU ✸

School AU ✸

School AU pt.2 ✸

High At School - School AU ✸

Cheerleader S/O - School AU ✸

Fighting At School - School AU ✸

Spring Dance - School AU ✸

Songs that remind me of the creeps ✸

Songs that remind me of the creeps pt.2 ✸

Tim + Brian poly headcannons ☓ 𓆩♡𓆪

Scene S/O headcannons 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸

Finding you dead 🕷

Threatening suicide 🕷

Coming home to you singing/dancing 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸

Breaking up 🕷

Age regressing S/O ✸

S/O Who Loves Hello Kitty 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸

With A French S/O ✸

S/O on their period ✸

Vampire S/O ✸

With A Yandere reader ✸

S/O with BPD ✸

Ideal Type ✸

With a cannibal S/O ✸

S/O with angel wings ✸

S/O with a fat ass ✸ ☓

With a flirty S/O ✸ ☓

Finding out their S/O is pregnant ✸

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐬:

Matchup 1 ✸

Matchup 2 ✸

Matchup 3 ✸

Matchup 4 ✸

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬:

Proxies Receiving Nudes ☓

Poly Proxies ☓

Poly Proxies pt.2 ☓

Hunted by the proxies ☓

Jealous proxies ☓🕷

Proxies x Final Girl 🕷

Proxies x Final Girl - Slasher AU ✸

Sitting on the proxies lap 𓆩♡𓆪☓

With a secretly strong S/O ✸

With a hard rap loving S/O ✸

Meeting your family ✸

𝐭𝐢𝐦/𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐲:

Father figure Tim ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪

Father figure Tim pt.2 ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪

Father figure Tim pt.3 ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪

Cowboy father figure Tim ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪

Cowboy Tim ✸

NSFW alphabet ☓

Werewolf Tim ✸

Kinktober Day 10: Praise ☓

S/O who struggles with SH ✸🕷

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧/𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞:

NSFW alphabet ☓

Woods ☓

Daddy Kink ☓

"𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢" 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐲:

Dark Headcannons ☓✸

Blood ☓

Subby Dom Toby ☓

Dating Toby ✸

Don't leave! 🕷

S/O With BPD ✸

Kinktober Day 7: Virginity ☓

Date Headcanons ✸

𝐱-𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬:

General Headcannons ✸

NSFW Headcannons ☓

𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝:

Historical dressed S/O ✸

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤:

Somnophilia ☓

First Meal ☓

Two Faced S/O ✸

Make it Better ☓ 🕷

Soft Dom ☓

Underwear fetish ☓

Fluff 𓆩♡𓆪

Father EJ 𓆩♡𓆪

Kinktober Day 8: Breeding ☓

S/O who struggles with SH ✸ 🕷

𝐣𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫:

Kinktober Day 6: Dubcon ☓

Kinktober Day 6: Dubcon pt.2 ☓

𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤:

NSFW Headcannons ☓

NSFW Alphabet ☓

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑':

Day 6: Dubcon - Jeff The Killer ☓

Day 7: Virginity - "Ticci" Toby ☓

Day 8: Breeding - Eyeless Jack ☓

Day 10: Praise - Tim/Masky ☓

Day 13: Size Kink - Eyeless Jack ☓

Day 14: Orgasm Denial - Jeff The Killer ☓

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧/𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓:

With a nice/sweet reader

ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!

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[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:

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Chapter six: Confessions

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Warnings: Smut, language.

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October 30th

"Are you okay?" Scarlett was the first one to speak as they entered Ethan's apartment. It was dark and quiet. Chad was still at class and Ethan had to come back to his room just to finish on a paper he was working on before class. "Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Ethan said in a monotone voice as he locked the front door behind them. "I don't know. You were quiet the whole way over." Scar followed him to his bedroom. It was clean and put together. Something she always admired about Ethan. He was clean, unlike a lot of college boys. Ethan rolled his eyes at her. "See. That. Why are you rolling your eyes at me?"

"I'm not rolling my eyes." Ethan lied and he knew it too. "You just did!" Scar was confused. Why did he have an attitude? What could of happened between now and when he left her an hour ago? "Sorry if that bothers you. Maybe you should just go back to Newman or Asher or whatever his fucking name is. Maybe he'll cheer you up." Ethan spat. Scarlett shook her head. "Is that what this is about? The fact that Asher STARTED to come onto me?" Scar dropped her bag by his bed. "God will you just stop calling him that." Ethan's voice raised a bit. "Ethan why does it bother you so much?! Why does it bother you that I call him Asher or that he was interested in me?" Scarlett never seen this side of him before. Jealousy? She never thought there was a jealous bone in Ethan's body. Especially if he was the one that established that they be a secret.

"You know." Ethan hissed. "What? What do I know?" Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest. "Fuck! You know okay! You know why it bothers me don't act like you don't." He couldn't be serious. He wanted to pull this. He wanted to act like I was the one who wanted to keep everything hush and not exclusive Scarlett thought to herself. "I have an idea."

Scarlett knew if they were to get together now was the worst time to do it. With everything going on it couldn't of been worse timing. "You have an idea? Come on Scarlett you have a little bit more than an idea."

"Fine! Okay yes. I know, but Ethan its not like we can do anything right now. Beside you're the one who wanted to keep everything hush and now with everything going on with the murders and my sisters I don't know if its a good ide-" Scarlett's words were cut off when she felt a warm hand wrap around her waist. A felt a pair of soft lips crash onto hers with such need and swiftness. Scar lifted her feet on their tip toes to try to make up some of the hight difference using Ethan's hand on her waist for leverage.

The kiss was warm and soft at first. Scarlett was the first to pull away and as soon as she did she knew she wanted him again. Ethan grabbed her face and pulled her in. This time the kiss was needy but still gentle. It was a new feeling. Scarlett felt like this was different than the other times they've kissed. This was more intimate. Ethan reached down and tapped Scarlett's thigh. She quickly got the message as she jumped. Ethan's arm wrapped around her waist as he turned them and slowly laid Scarlett down on his blue sheets. Scarlett kicked off her brown ankle boots and lifted up Ethan's shirt. Her hands ran down his toned chest for a quick second before leaning back in for a kiss.

Ethan grabbed the ends of Scarlett's baby blue blouse lifting it up over her head to reveal her white bra. Scarlett quickly reached behind her to undo the two clasps. "Fuck." Ethan muttered as he watched Scarlett drop her bra on the floor next to them. He couldn't get enough, each time he saw her body. Scarlett leaned forward into a kiss while her hands worked Ethan's belt. After a moment Scarlett finally got to where she wanted to be and Ethan's jeans and underwear was discarded next to the bed. Ethan's lips were drawn lower towards Scarlett's belly button as he worked the zipper on her jeans. Ethans finger tips sunk into the waist of Scarlett's jeans and underwear. He pealed the remnants off her body, joining the articles on the ground.

He worked his way down to where he was two nights ago however this time he was in his own bed. He had her laid out moaning, pulling on his curls as he continued to eat her out on his own bed. "Ethan!" Scarlett moaned out. Ethan picked up his pace as he watched her body start to shake. Scarlett let out a moan as she felt her release crash over her. Ethan placed a kiss on her inner thigh before bringing himself back up to her. Scarlett crashed her lips onto his "I need you." She moaned in between kisses.

"You have no idea." Ethan whispered leaning on his right forearm. His fingers cupping her cheek as his left guided himself into her. Scarlett moaned as Ethan started going slow. Her hands wrapped behind him as her fingernails ran down his back surely leaving marks behind. They both in this moment didn't care as Ethan started to attack her neck. He pulled away and looked down at her below him as he picked up his pace. Her eye brows furrowed, her lips parted a bit and cheeks rosy. "Fuck. Fuck Scarlett." Ethan muttered. Scarlett brought one of her hands from his back to his curls, rubbing circles into his hair. "Fuck. I love you." The words made Scar's high hit hard as she moaned out. Ethan wasn't that far behind her.

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"Are you okay?" Ethan was the first one to speak up. "Yeah, are you?" Scar took her head off Ethan's chest to look up at him. Ethan reached down to her chin lifting her head up higher and placed an innocent kiss on her lips. "So about what you said."

"Forget I said anything." Ethan looked away from her. "Ethan, look at me." Scar brought her right hand to his cheek to turn his head back to her. This time Scarlett leaned up and the gave him a kiss. "I think I've been in love with you since you gave me the little rubber duck from the stupid arcade." Scarlett confessed. She remembered the day exact and the new feeling that washed over her that day. "Wait, that was before we even hooked up." Ethan's eye brows furrowed. "I know." Scarlett whispered. "So what does this mean?" Ethan asked. "Means that we are going to have to tell our friends now."

"You wanna do it tonight when I get to the apartment?" Ethan asked as he played with Scarlett's disarrayed hair. "Yeah let's just rip the band air off. Mindy is going to be so mad at me." Scar chuckled. "I think she'll get over it." Ethan smiled as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Ethan? You home?" The sound of Chad's voice pulled them away. "Shit." Scar cursed as they both quickly got out of bed. "Yeah be right out!" Ethan shouted as he slid his jeans back on. "Fuck your neck." Ethan nodded at Scarlett's neck. Scarlett put her hand to her neck where she could feel the bruising. She knew as soon as he did it. "It's fine. It's fine, I'll cover it when I get home." Scar quickly put her top back on. "Hey I have to get to Econ but I'll see you later afterwards for dinner there okay?" Ethan pulled Scarlett in for a quick peck as he tried to straighten out her hair. "Yeah sounds good." Scar agreed as Ethan brought his hand to his door knob. Scarlett quickly stopped him. Ethan looked down at her confused. Scarlett brought her hand to his neck and leaned him down to give him a kiss. "I love you." Scarlett whispered. "I love you too." Ethan smiled. Scarlett felt happy knowing she could just do that whenever she wanted now.

Ethan opened his door and walked out. "Chad?" Ethan called out. "Yeah. There you guys are." Chad walked out from the kitchen. "Sorry, bathroom." Scar shot him a small smile. "Uh huh. Well Sam told me you guys were here and I thought we'd start heading over for dinner." Chad explained. "Yeah let me just grab my stuff." Scar headed over to Ethan's room to grab her bag. "I have Econ I need to get to but I'll meet up with you guys after." Ethan looked back and forth at the two. "Text me when you're out." Scar instructed earning a weird look from Chad. "You ready to go?" Chad looked at Scarlett. "Yeah."

The three made their way downstairs and outside "Okay dude we'll see you later." Chad looked over at Ethan. "Will do." Ethan looked over at Scarlett. She wished she could just lean over and give him a kiss now. She knew it was better to wait until they decided when to tell them.

"So what did you guys do?" Chad asked as the two started walking down the street. "Just hung out really. Studied for our film class." Scar shrugged her shoulders. "Ahh and you were in the bathroom, right? When I got home?"

"Yeah why?" Scar asked confused. "Oh no reason. Only I went to the bathroom when I got home and um you weren't there." Scarlett internally froze. "You did..." she trailed off. "Yeah, so you can try to continue this all you want but that hickey on the side of your neck gives you away."

Scarlett bit her lip and started to nod slowly. He got her. Well Ethan got her and now that's what got them caught. "Yeah, thought so." Chad smirked. "Chad it's not what it looks like." Scarlett felt like she was having serious deja vu from yesterday with Quinn. "So you and Ethan aren't sleeping together?"

"Please don't tell Mindy, I don't want to deal with the ever going saga of "You're sleeping with one of the suspects." bullshit sooner than I have to. We were gonna tell you guys tonight." Scar explained. "I mean she's right you know, to a degree. I love that dude like a brother but everyone is on the list. Between you and me though I think he's really actually harmless. Besides he cares about you. I take it you guys together or else you wouldn't be planning on telling us or... " Chad trailed off. "We were just hooking up for the past couple of months. Actually we just started dating today I guess."

"I mean I knew about the hooking up part." Chad confessed. Scarlett's eyes shot straight to him. "Wait? What? You knew?" Scar asked. "I knew it from the morning where we all went to that shitty diner on 23rd. And we all got pancakes. I kinda picked up on it. You both wouldn't stop staring at each other in an obvious I've seen you naked kinda way. Oh then there was that same night were I came back from the gym early and heard you both going at it. Didn't know your voice could get that high" Chad's words brought redness to Scarlett's cheeks. "Dude!" Scar punched him in the shoulder. "What?" Chad laughed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I thought it was nice that you finally had some type of relationship with someone after Wes. Ethan is a good one. Despite the suspect list he cares about you. I see the way he looks at you." It's been a long time since anyone brought up Wes. He will always have a special place in Scarlett's heart. They were just starting their relationship when everything happened in Woodsboro. However they were best friends since they were six. They all were. "Is it the way you look at my sister?"

"What do you mean by that?" Chad scoffed at her turning the tables. "Oh please, you have been drooling over her since we got here."

"I wouldn't say I've been drooling over her." Chad defended. "Please, you could fill an eight foot swimming pool if you wanted." Scar joked

"Fine I like her. I just don't know what to really do. She's on this whole independence thing she's got going on." Chad admitted. Scarlett knew Tara liked her independence but she knew that she liked Chad too. Chad was a good guy and has been since they were young. She knew he wouldn't burden her with more issue's. She knew he would treat her right and how she should be. "She can still be independent and have someone who loves her and is good for her. Which you are."

"We almost kissed the other night. After we got back from the halloween party." Chad confessed. "Dude why haven't you tried again?" Scar asked "I don't know I just don't want to overstep." Chad explained. "I literally just said you need to go for it. I'm serious she likes you." Scar smiled. "You know you're a good wingman you know that?" Chad

"I'm like one of the dudes. When do I get my penis?" Scar joked. "Based off your neck, looks like you already did." Chad smirked "Shut up." Scar hit his shoulder once again. "Oh wait hold up. I forgot Mindy asked me to stop and get her some tampons. I didn't want her grabbing any by herself. Apparently you guys are out over there." Chad stopped in his tracks at the corner store. "Huh. Last time I checked we had a whole bunch." Scarlett remembered looking in the cabinet at the two boxes full. "Well apparently you don't. Then again that apartment is full of estrogen. We have to hurry though your sisters freaking out. There was another attack. Her therapist."

"Shit." Scarlett cursed but her mind was stuck on the first part of Chad's sentence. Was it really that long ago? Scarlett grabbed her phone out of her pocket as she followed Chad into the store. She opened her period app and that's when she saw it. "Ten days late" the grey circle read. "Oh my God." Scarlett felt herself go into panic mode. She couldn't let herself panic in front of Chad. Scarlett gulped at the pressure in the back of her throat. No, she couldn't be pregnant. Not right now. There is no way, she was on the pill.

Unfortunately she knew that the pill wasn't one hundred percent safe as much as she wanted to rely on it to help her calm down. Hey maybe she wasn't even pregnant. They've been under a lot of stress the past few days, but it hasn't been ten."Hey I can grab them. I know what kind they like. You mind grabbing something to drink to bring to the apartment?" Scar asked. "Yeah." Chad nodded. The last time she was in a corner store she was getting chased down by a killer with a gun, this some how was scarier as she looks at the pregnancy test. Scarlet grabbed the clear blue and the box of tampons a bit further down the aisle.

Scarlett quickly made her way to the check out lady hoping she could check out in time before Chad saw her. The older woman at the check out looked down at the products then back at Scarlett with a confused look. "Well its either one or the other." Scar told her.

The older lady with the name tag labeled "Betty" rang out the two items. After paying quickly Scarlett grabbed the bag with the tampons in it and grabbed the test out to put in her bag. "Here we are." Chad brought over a bottle of wine. "ID please."

Chad grabbed his fake id from his wallet and handed it to the lady. Betty looked at the id then back at Chad. "Sure." She muttered as she scanned the bottle. "Good luck." Betty told the two as she finished bagging up the bottle. "Huh?" Chad asked confused.

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"We arrive with party favors." Chad raised the bottle of wine as he closed the door behind him. "And tampons." Scar handed the bag off to Mindy. "Thank you. I will take these." Mindy got up from her spot on the couch and headed to the bathroom. "And I bring this." Chad took the bottle of wine out of the brown paper bag. "You didn't have to." Chad handed the bottle to Sam."Scar's idea."

"Thank you. Food will be done soon hopefully. We just started." Sam headed back into the kitchen. "You guys need help?" Chad asked. "Yeah actually that would be great." Tara smiled as he followed her into the kitchen.

"Where's Ethan?" Anika asked as she sat down on the couch. "He's at Econ. He'll be over right after." Scar explained. "Is he going to be okay by himself?" Anika asked. "I told him to text us as soon as he leaves."

"Much better." Mindy sighed as she came out of the bathroom. "Great cause I need to pee." Scar smiled. "All yours." Mindy moved aside as Scarlett headed in. She closed the door behind her and locked it along with Quinn's connecting door. "Okay." Scarlett muttered as she grabbed the box out of her bag. She quickly grabbed the stick out of the box shopping the instructions. It was pretty simple, pee on the damn stick Scarlett thought to herself. After she was finished she went to put a timer on her phone but there was no need. She looked down at the stick as two dark blue lines appeared. "Oh my God.”

[jokeringcutio]

Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader

No one asked for this. I still wrote it. DARK TALE, adult/Mature Readers Only due to themes. IT IS SPRINGTIME, SO PREPARE FOR LOTS OF BABY AND BREEDING FICS BECAUSE I DO HAVE HORMONES. Summary: A urinary tract infection has Baby and Otis take you to the hospital. You think you find a way to escape, but there's more. A nightmare scenario, so you're warned. Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses & The Devil’s Rejects Pairings: Otis B. Driftwood X Reader, Implied Baby Firefly x Reader/ Otis B. Driftwood x Baby Firefly / Otis B. Driftwood x Corpses Warnings: Urinary tract infection, Pregnancy, hospital visit, Mentioning of necrophilia, murder, dubcon and noncon.

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You looked incredibly pale. Red spots were covering your cheeks, underneath your eyes. You were shivering, sweat droplets created a sheen on your skin.

“For God’s sake,” Baby said. “She’s really ill. Just give her something.”

Pain shot through your body at all times. Undeniable. Your fever was getting higher.

“I’ll have it checked,” the receptionist said from her spot behind the plastic screen. She spun slightly on the chair she was seated on, putting the little cup of urine – deftly wrapped in toilet paper by yours truly- on the desk beside her.

“Our doctor will probably want to look at you,” she then said, earning a growl from the man beside you. Otis had taken a step forward, teeth showing, but Baby had hooked her arm around his chest to pull him back. She flashed the nurse an apologetic smile. “That’s okay, right, brother?”

“It's okay,” Otis growled, reluctantly.

You winced again. “I really need to- to use,” you didn’t have to finish your sentence. The nurse gestured politely, and you rushed to the door you knew to find the ladies’ toilet behind. You’d been in there the first moment you had set foot inside the hospital. Sitting down brought no relief. It hurt. A fresh burn as you pied. You wished you could stay on here forever, but unfortunately, you had to be in the waiting area with the others. If only so Otis and Baby could keep an eye on you. After all, the two lovers and friends were in on this together and would not hesitate to maim you or do worse if they suspected you of well… anything really. You knew that Otis had been very reluctant to drive you to the hospital at all. He thought it was some kind of ploy you’d come up with to try and escape him and his crazy family.

In the truck on the way over he had made you promise not to give them away. Many times.

You were too delirious to think of running away. Not like this. You were ill and you knew it.

Hesitatingly, you pushed the door open and got out. Just in time to let another lady in. You groaned. The burning feeling in your lower abdomen increased again. Your pussy felt dry and painfully on fire. It had to be a urinary tract infection. It just had to be. You’d warned Otis so often to be mindful about hygiene but of course, he’d never listen. He wanted to take you raw, even if he was covered in blood or feces. Even if he’d just been inside of one of his dead cunts.

That you’d survived as long as you had was a bloody miracle you didn’t know you should praise the lord for.

Thanks to Baby, he finally drove the two of you over here. She managed to convince him that an infection might be potentially dangerous to you. And despite the many corpses lying about the house, the thought of adding you to his collection had miffed him. You didn’t know why. Why did he keep you around him at all? Why was he more pleased to fuck your warm and pulsing pussy than to breach your cold and dead one? What made you different from the other women in his bed?

You faked a smile when you spotted Baby and Otis among the other people in the waiting area. But just as you wanted to walk over to them, quite a feat in itself with the fever and pain you sported, the receptionist called you over.

“Miss?” she said, and you approached the desk, leaning on it for support. You brought your heated cheeks closer to the covid-screen. The little plastic protected the nurse behind it from germs.

“I can’t help to have noticed a certain gesture,” she said, looking at you pointedly. “Would you like to see our doctor by yourself?”

“Of course,” you instantly replied, all too eager to get those damned antibiotics so the pain could finally go away.

But the nurse shook her head, indicating you misunderstood her. “No, I mean, would you,” but she fell quiet when Otis suddenly loomed over you. He’d gotten up from the bench he and Baby had been seated on and had lazily walked towards you, only to wrap an arm around your waist and lean his other elbow on the counter next to yours.

“What’s this about?” he asked, cruel intent visible on his face. He wasn’t good at hiding his true nature, you thought. Probably never really had to do so before. Baby was much better at it. She could fool the whole town. Him, not likely. And suddenly it dawned on you that the nurse must have seen this as well.

Cruel boyfriend. Your mind raced.

“I was just asking your girlfriend,” and the nurse punctuated that last word deliberately to see what Otis’s reaction would be. He didn’t flinch, didn’t show any hint of it not being the case. You were his, after all. He had made it so. “If she’s on the pill.”

Now that had left you gawking. You’d been on the pill before. Before Otis captured you and your friends. Before he decided to leave just you alive.

“N-No,” you stammered.

“I see,” the nurse said, scribbling something down. She then looked up again and you felt her eyes rove over you. “Done it safely?”

“N-No,” you stammered again.

“Of course!” Otis exclaimed, a little too loudly. “I’m always safe with my girl.”

“No,” you stammered again, this time to him. You placed a hand flat against his chest. “She means if we used a rubber, you know?”

At this, Otis faltered. You could see realization dawn upon his face, the way his eyebrow darted up, and then how his lips twisted into a scowl. “That?” he nearly spat the word out, then turned to the nurse behind the counter again. “Sorry, love, but I don’t do that. I prefer to do it raw, like nature intended.”

Though the nurse’s cheeks turned slightly red, she retained a professional posture. “I see,” she curtly said. “You may be seated again. The doctor will come for you soon.”

You turned to Otis, fever eating your brain. “I need to go again,” you murmured, pain racking through your entire body. You felt like you were dying.

“Again?” Otis said, agitated. He let you go though, and you nodded, then rushed to the toilet, angry when you found it to be occupied. You bit your lip and prayed to the gods above that whoever was in there would be done soon. Otis remained drifting behind you. He kept his eyes on the toilet doors once you were in, never letting you out of his sight. He didn’t trust you. That much was obvious to anyone who was around.

~*~

“Clara, I need to speak to you,” the receptionist said, a nurse with a jaunty accent who had worked there a long time. The doctor turned to face her and raised a brow. “Yes?” she said.

“It’s about this patient,” the nurse said, and handed your file to the doctor. “Came in with suspicion of a urinary tract infection. Results came out positive. She came in with her boyfriend and his sister, all the way from a far-end ranch. But something doesn’t sit right,” the nurse said. She watched as Doctor Clara studied your file. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” she added.

The doctor nodded. “Think it to be a std?”

“Not necessarily, though we should probably check for that too,” the nurse bit her lip, then pointed at the file again. Crudely scribbled notes were at the bottom. Observations. The doctor, Clara, hadn't read them yet. Signs of alarm. Of Otis and Baby's entrance to the building, their loud remarks, the bruises the nurse had noticed on you.

“I mean the whole situation," the nurse said. "The boyfriend seems very possessive of her and the girl seems way too closed off.”

“Suspicion of domestic abuse then?” Clara softly whispered, understanding dawning in her eyes.

The nurse merely nodded.

~*~

When the doctor finally appeared at the edge of the waiting room and called your name, you were relieved to find it was a female doctor. You stood up and nearly rushed over to her, Baby and Otis on your heels and close behind.

“Hello, I’m doctor Oswald. But you can call me Clara,” the doctor said with a bright smile.

“If you could follow me,” she then hesitated and turned to look at your entourage, all eager to come in with you. “I’m sorry, I should like to speak to her alone,” Clara then said, erupting sounds of protest from both Otis and Baby.

“No, no, it’s hospital policy,” Clara lied, but your two kidnappers were too uneducated to notice. They huffed and finally, Baby took a step back.

“You’re gonna be good,” Otis said, a silent demand that hid a threat deep within. His eyes narrowed at you, a silent warning for you not to speak about what truly was going on here. You bit your lip and nodded, knowing damn well the danger of giving him and his family away. Clara didn’t miss the exchange though. She stood waiting with her arms crossed in front of her,

“Don’t be too long,” Otis then said, brushing a thumb past your lips. The dirt of the last corpse was still stuck underneath his fingernail, scraping past your parted lips. Clara observed silently, then faked another smile while she led you away from Baby and Otis’s preying eyes.

You sighed a sigh of relief once you passed the double doors into a white hallway. The air was much fresher here and it was less crowded than the waiting area. Plus, you were, for the first time in months, away from the people who had defiled you. Who made you do horrid things that even your own nightmares could never imitate.

“In here,” Clara said, she held open a door and waited until you’d taken your seat at the desk. Then she sat opposite of you. She placed her reading glasses on top of her nose.

“So, you came in here with symptoms that could indicate a urinary tract infection. We checked your urine and it will come as no surprise to you that we have found evidence of bacteria that cause these symptoms. If you like we can send it to the lab to see which bacteria are responsible,” she said whilst scribbling something down on a note in front of her. Then she looked up at you from over her glasses.

“I- er,” you hesitated, thinking of how Otis had flipped his lit against the receptionist earlier on when you’d just arrived here. He’d been ranting about money before you went to the toilet for the first time, and was still going on about not paying your medical bills by the time you came out of it. You had Baby to thank for wanting to pay for your antibiotics and wanting to pay upfront. You didn’t think it a good idea to try and push your luck. That Baby had wanted to go as far as take you to the hospital and pay for your medicine was short of a miracle. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

Clara looked at you pointedly, then looked down at her notes again and scribbled something down. “All right, so I'm going to prescribe a course of antibiotics. And you can use painkillers with that to ease the pain a little and dampen the fever. Can I just measure?”

You agreed. “Sure,” and waited for Clara to put the thermometer in your ear. She hummed displeased. “Pretty high,” she then said, and scribbled down the number. Yep. Pretty high indeed you saw. You didn’t think you’d ever gotten such a high rating before. It quite frankly scared you.

“Is there anything I can do to prevent this from happening again?” you carefully asked, thinking of all the times Otis had touched you. Could you truly prevent this from happening again?

“Well,” Clara started, pausing her writing while she looked up pensively. “There’s good hygiene, of course. Always pee after intercourse. Make sure you and your partner wash down below-”

“What if he er.. what if he doesn’t?” you carefully asked, interrupting her.

“Try and convince him?” Clara said, but something about her expression seemed to change. A doubt crept into her eyes.

You decided not to comment. Changing his mind or manners seemed improbable.

Clara took your silence as an answer in itself and shifted on her chair, looking at you sideways. “Have you had one bedpartner or more?” she then carefully asked.

“Uh…?”

She smiled kindly at that. “I’m just asking if we should check for STDs as well. You’re in a monogamous relationship?”

Here your cheeks heated up. “Uh…”

“I see,” Clara said, making another note. “Your boyfriend might have been seeing others?”

“Might?” The word spat out on its own, and you instantly sat back, pressing your hand to your lips in shame. “I mean, uh, he has. Several.”

“I see,” Clara looked at you with a gaze that said very little, then scribbled something else. “So we’ll check you for that as well.”

“No, no!” you instantly interfered, though your mind said ‘yes please’. You felt dirty, as if each and every of Otis’s touched was infected. Knowing where he had been only moments before, who wouldn't feel that way? “I mean, I’d love to know if I am clean but, you know, I don’t have any money.”

“I see,” Clara said again. Then she wrote something else down. “Is there a chance you might be pregnant?”

“I- I don’t see how that matters?” you asked, not believing your own ears. You didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want the possibility to even exist, even if your period hadn’t been around for weeks. Because just thinking about it was harsher than living in denial.

In fact, when you saw blood again for the first time in what felt like forever, you had been relieved. Happy even. You thought you might be in the clear. And those little cramps and belly aches were all due to you having to get your period again, so you told yourself. Until the symptoms got worse and you couldn't stand being a moment away from the toilet. Figures it was only due to the urinary tract infection that you bled. Otis would never have brought you here if the pain and symptoms hadn't been intervening with his routine to fuck you. He couldn't even get his cock in now. The thought brought a bitter smile to your lips. Like this, you weren't the toy he wanted. But then your body reminded you of the hurt it was going through.

Your spirits lowered and your shoulders slumped. You rested a trembling pale hand on your tummy.

“Well, it is important when it comes to the antibiotics,” Clara said, she turned to take a flyer out of a plastic box and handed it to you. “Many can harm the baby. So if there’s a chance of you being pregnant, I would need to know so we can give you something that won’t be harmful to the child.”

“Yes,” you whispered, looking surly at your own hands and refusing to look anywhere else, especially at her.

“Yes?” she said.

“There might be a chance. I mean, I don’t know," you admitted, though you hated to press the words forth, to feel them pass your lips. You hated the thought that a monster like Otis could have impregnated you. "He never, never used a....”

Your voice trailed off but you didn’t need to finish. Clara already had her notes from the nurse and already knew, though of course, you were unaware.

“We have a quick test to use for that,” Clara said, then took a look in one of the drawers of her desk. She revealed a little stick. “When was your last period?”

She placed the stick in front of her on the desk. A pregnancy test, you saw. Just the sight of it sent shivers of dread down your spine.

You muttered something.

“I’m sorry, come again?”

And you said it louder this time. The last time you had seen your monthly blood. It was too long ago. Clara’s look was one of compassion at that. “Are you scared?” she then asked.

“Terrified,” you admitted.

“How would your boyfriend react?” she then asked, and the question came out of nowhere, catching you by surprise. You felt you broke down, and thick tears started to stream down your face.

“You know you can tell me anything," Clara said, kindly but professionally. You appreciated her for it, for keeping her distance while sounding so honest and so caring. It only made matters worse, because you wanted to get out of this. You wanted to be free from Otis and the Fireflies and all of their deranged hunting and art and torture. But if you told her, would she believe you? And if she wanted to help you, could she?

They'd know, a little voice in the back of your mind said. They would know instantly that you told her. And they'd come and burn the hospital to the ground. You couldn't let that happen. "Everything you say will be between these four walls, unless you ask me to, share it with other professionals such as the police,” Clara hesitated and made sure you locked eyes with her before she continued. “I am willing to help you. And I have a feeling you’re in need of help. Am I correct?”

You nodded.

“Okay, first things first. Is he your boyfriend?” she then asked. Another surprising question. Another beat of your heart skipped.

You shook your head.

She frowned, then cocked her head. Her gaze had become sterner. “But you are living with him?”

“He is dangerous,” it came out unwanted, the words spilling like an overflowing river. “He is insane, his whole family is. I-I went missing months ago. No idea how long. Might be four months, might be three. Perhaps five or six. It feels like forever. You can look me up.” You gave your real name and watched how Clara typed it into the computer. You watched how her eyes lit up by the changing screen, how her gaze turned from stern to sympathetic.

“He did it. Well, they. All of them. They keep me on a ranch. I’m tied to his bed most of the time and he- he, god, I can’t even say it.”

“We should call the police,” Clara whispered, her fingers still bent on the keyboard.

“No,” you said, resolutely. “No.” Firmer now. “They kill people. Clara, you have no idea. They killed all of my friends. I-I am lucky, he only takes me. They kill whoever goes near them. But if you call the cops now they will know it came from you. From here. They’ll come and kill you next. And they always win.”

Clara let that sink in. “Murderers?” she whispered.

You nodded. “They call themselves Firefly. Pretend they're a family. O-Otis, the man who took me, who is with me, he, he’s a vile beast. He kills them, turns them into pieces of art. Decorates his room with them. Even uses them for- for,” you couldn’t say it.

“His sister as well?” she asked.

 “What? If he fucks her? He does. She’s not his sister. They’re friends with benefits or something. Always fucking each other. If he’s not fucking the corpses, that is.”

Clara visibly paled. “He fucks corpses?”

“Where did you think the infection came from?” you let out a shrill laugh. “Good god, one moment he’s in them, then he slides back into me. Enjoys it, he says. You see?” Your laughter fell short and you looked dejectedly at your own hands. “I can’t prevent this from happening. None of this.”

Then you looked up at her ashen face, paler by the horror she has heard.

“But I can protect you and the other nurses working here.”

Clara took her time to process your words. You watched her in silence. "He- He kept me alive," you said, whole body trembling whether due to the fever or due to your emotions. It was all too much. "God, why does he keep me alive?" Clara licked her licks slowly, then seemed to make up her mind. “This is serious,” she said.

“You believe me?” you asked, your body still trembling. You found it hard to believe the truth yourself, mostly because you didn't understand any of it. You didn't understand how you'd gotten from a nice sunny holiday with friends to being a prisoner in someone's house. You didn't understand how one moment your friends were smiling and happy, and the next they were cold and rotting. You didn't understand how your best friend had been chatting and telling jokes, and the next she'd been on Otis's bed while he thrust into her cold body before he flipped you over and took you in yours.

'So warm,' you still heard his hoarse words as he whispered them in your ear. 'Such a warm living cocksheet. It'd be a shame to make you cold like the others.' You wished he had. But by the gods, while you were alive you would keep fighting to live a little longer. You'd keep fighting till you got out of his hands and back to your real home. You realized that despite everything, you wanted to live. Clara was still looking at you and when you looked up at her, finally breaking out of your thoughts, you saw how she flashed you a small smile, then turned the computer screen toward you. On it, you saw all sorts of news articles, sporting your face. Not just yours. Your friends as well. Missing, it said. Presumed dead.

“You’re not the first victim of abuse case we’ve ever had in our waiting rooms,” she carefully whispered. “And you won’t be our last. But you are our worst. I want to rescue you.”

“You can’t,” you said, voice croaking. You rubbed your hand past your sore belly and stood up from your chair. “We’re taking too long. They’ll start to suspect something.”

“Sit down,” Clara said, her eyes boring into yours. And somehow, you did as she said. “I’m going to help you. Perhaps you won’t be safe right away, but you’re going to be free again. We'll think of something that won't endanger us, but will get you out. And soon." You looked at her in awe. It felt as if you could believe her. "But before all that,” she rose from her chair and walked to the door, then called out for one of the nurses to bring in a machine. “I just want to make sure.”

~*~

“It’s taking too damn long,” Otis said. His leg kept bobbing up and down while he ran both hands through his sleek white hair. Baby seemed just as nervous. “It’s just a quick urine check, right? What else could they possibly be talking about?”

Baby turned to him, her lips pressed into a tight line, clearly displeased. “I agree,” she said. She looked up at the clock again. Over ten minutes had passed.

“She’s run,” Otis said, groaning. “Dammit, you cunt. I told you. She faked it!”

“You’re telling me she faked her fever and her blood?” Baby scolded him, but she feared her brother might be right about the running thing. What if you had told the staff about them and what they had done?

“The police will be here any damn minute,” Otis continued whilst gritting his teeth. He curled his fingers around the fabric of his jeans, right at the knees. “Shit,” he cursed. “we should never have come here.”

Another look at the clock, then both were up on their feet. “Let’s go get her, before she can get away,” Baby agreed. They locked eyes, an unspoken agreement between them, and then they were off towards the double doors that lead to the different examination rooms.

“Hey, you cannot go there!” One of the nurses shouted. But despite not having a card to access the area, Otis managed to break the darn security system by smashing the button in, uncaring about the damage he had done. The two of them passed the doors, not to be stopped by any of the nurses who rushed after them.

“Where is she?” Otis shouted, glimpsing into the first room they came across. A different patient. Then to the next, this door was ajar. No one.

“Where is she?” he called again.

“Please,” a nurse behind him said. She tried to grab his arm but he shook it out of her grip and roughly pushed open the next door. Then he froze.

“I’m so sorry, doctor,” the nurse started, blabbering. “These two just came barging in, I tried to stop them, Oh, if you could come-”

“It’s not necessary,” Clara said, smiling up at the two intruders in the room. Baby was gazing down at you. The stern expression in her eyes faded instantly when she saw what was going on.

Otis was different. He stood frozen like a statue, hand still resting on the door and the other on the wall from where he had come barging in. His cold gaze betrayed nothing.

The loud rhythm of a beating heart filled the room.

And there, on the screen, was the first trace of what you had hoped never to be true. A child. Developing. Not quite there yet, but already recognizable as a human. You were farther in than you had thought The cold gel on your tummy was another reminder of everything that was wrong with this.

“They may stay,” Clara said, calmly, despite knowing she was looking at not one, but two murderers. “After all,” her voice was deliberately slow and low, making sure Otis would not miss it. “He is the father.”

~*~

Otis was uncharacteristically silent in the car on the way back. While you were clutching your bag of antibiotics close to your chest – Clara had given you some extra in case Otis fucked another corpse again and infected you before the police could get you out. The ultrasound images of the baby were, very fittingly, in Baby’s possession. It seemed she couldn’t stop staring at them, flipping through the few shots Clara had taken.

“Well, Mom will be proud,” she said, “She’s always been asking about grandchildren.”

Otis remained silent behind the wheel. You wondered if he truly was in the right state of mind to be driving.

“But to think after all these years it is you who will be expanding our family,” Baby clicked her tongue. “She’s gonna be delighted.”

You wanted to ask why Baby herself never had a baby before, especially with Otis. The two always seemed close. But you did not dare to ask. Instead, you bit your lip and felt how Baby placed her hand on your knee. Her eyes sparked with excitement when she looked at you.

“I think I’ll have to pick a new name now, I won’t be the baby of the family any longer,” she happily chirped.

Otis’s eyes darkened. His grip on the steering wheel increased, knuckles whitening and jaw tightening. You observed him, silently, unsure of his thoughts. Would he kill you for it? For accidentally falling pregnant? Despite it being all down to him and his vile habits of fucking you raw and often, taking delight in finishing inside of you until you overflowed.

No, don’t pick another name, baby, you thought darkly. Your hand slipped to your tummy, subconsciously protecting the life growing within. Clara had been right. There were two lives to save now. It wasn’t just you any longer. You just needed to survive a little longer and give Clara the time she needed to call the police without the trace leading back to her and the hospital staff. She promised she’d save you. She was clever. She'd come up with something.

Otis’s eyes met yours in the rearview mirror and you saw how they darkened. His lips parted. You expected a crude comment, a nasty remark, but in its stead came a warning that was perhaps even more bone-chilling than any comment you could have thought up.

“You’re gonna keep that baby, love,” he said, voice as cold as the dead corpses he kept at his house. “We’re gonna continue the Firefly dynasty one at a time.”

No, you thought. Please, God, No.

You hoped Clara would come and rescue you soon. This man was not fit to be a father. And you did not want your kids to live in a house full of corpses.

Beside you, Baby pressed a kiss against the picture of the baby and you knew your situation had officially gotten worse.

Far worse. ~*~ FIN ~*~ AN: I have had so many UTI's I HATE them. They are the worst. So this is half based on experience. I'd be scared to death if Otis ever got his hands on me I'd be getting those infections. I mean, man's not clean and safe. Worse than that would of course be to get pregnant of him. Also, feel free to hit me up with ideas/headcanons/imagine requests etc. I am currently working on a Patient Arthur Harrow x Reader Breeding Multichapter fic from moonknight, uploading a Grabber x Reader fic from Black Phone, and have a few Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader prompts pending. But I have been ill (not uti, just regular migraine followed by the flue) and I am working on two different costume projects (YES, I will attempt a Gaga costume again. Bet most of you can guess what i am working on). I know this isn't your thing. But I'll tag you anyway because it's OTISSSS @myers-meadow Love you hun <3 I'll be writing something new and fresh for you soon again.

Not betaread, will take out mistakes later on...

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Hi! I saw headcanons with slashers, with a pregnant reader that's clingy on ur account. Would it be possible to write about a pregnant reader that's irritated by their voice, or feels nauseous from their scent? (obv the reader didn't have problems like that before the pregnancy) Ty in advance! Love your headcanons and writing in general! 💞

Slashers with Sick & Pregnant! Reader

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

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

A/N: I saw your other message and made sure to include Hannibal with this!

Freddy Krueger

As mentioned so many times before, he can literally alter his world in any way, shape or form

A certain scent is throwing you off?

No problem, he'll just change it to something that relaxes you

His voice is irritating you?

Then why not make himself sound like that one singer you've been obsessed with recently

He can fully take away your discomfort if you ask

Which is why you've been sleeping so much recently

His world, for the time being, is much better than the real one

Michael Myers

Michael is Michael

He doesn't really care to be honest

He rarely goes out of his way to speak or get all touchy with you anyways

The couple of times he has so far is met with a quiet apology as you pull away

He just looks at you and continues on with whatever he was going to do next

He doesn't take it personally

But if he has a particularly rough night, then sadly for you, there is no denying him

If he wants to sit next to you then nothing is going to stop him

Jason Voorhees

He knows he probably doesn't smell the best, considering his current... state

But every time you make a face or scoot a few feet further away, Jason's head noticeably falls

You've apologized to him probably a million times by now, and you constantly reassure him that it's just the hormones

He believes you, but that bullied little boy is still in his mind sometimes

He's doing his best to be strong for the both of you, but it's tough on him

The only solace is at night when you're already asleep, and he can finally curl up beside you in peace

Thomas Hewitt

He's fairly understanding of it all, and he always waits by the door in the morning to see if you need help with anything

All it took was ONE time when you pulled away early from a hug, and he basically avoided you like the plague for the rest of the day

It's killing him not to be close to you, but he is not willing to over step your boundaries

He'll just act as your personal assistant for the next several months, fetching you anything and everything you could possibly need

He's happy to wait until things can finally go back to normal again

Bubba Sawyer

Poor guy has no idea

You can explain this to him in every way possible, but he still doesn't understand

It's worse too because he's been extra cuddly with you knowing that you have a little one growing inside you

But his giggles have been too pitchy, and no amount of showering seems to remove that bloody aroma off of him

Even his mother has tried to explain to him why you're reacting like this, but all he hears is that you don't want him around

He's quite literally going to be acting like a kicked puppy until your hormones get sorted out

Brahms Heelshire

Yeah, this isn't going to go well

You may be pregnant, but he still needs to be taken care of too

And he's so incredibly observant

So all it takes is one crinkle of the nose or a slight turn of the head, and he's immediately on you about "when you're going to leave him" and "who the other man is"

Even if you get him to listen to what's going on, it won't matter

Nothing will change, he won't let it

You better buy some nose and ear plugs, because Brahms is desperate for your attention

Norman Bates

He understands

He literally bought a dozen books about pregnancy and how to help out as best as one can

All you have to do is mention it once, and he's to work

The smallest sounds are bothering you? He's not uttering a single word and will sound proof the house

A certain scent is making your stomach turn? He will fill the area in anything you can tolerate, so much as to switching his soaps and detergents to better suit your needs

He fully understands everything you and your body are going through in order to carry his child; the least he can do is make you comfortable

Billy Loomis

He isn't exactly the best at empathizing, so he feels like you're probably exaggerating it a bit

These things never once bothered you before, so there's no way they could be now

Takes everything very personally

If you even slightly push him away, he'll make his exit out the door

He always comes back though with a pout and a murmured apology

He has a lot of abandonment issues he's still working out

He isn't too mature with his emotions, but he's trying his best to figure things out

Will eventually do research on his own and see that things are backed by science

Won't stop him from still pouting though

Stu Macher

Apologizes for just being in your presence

Once you explain how you're feeling and what's bothering you, he'll be your biggest supporter...

From the other room

You wake up to warm tea and snacks most mornings since he knows he can be in the same room when you're asleep

Will become a bit deprived of affection after a while though

So he'll sneak into bed with you once you're already asleep and will be out before you wake up the next morning

He explains that it's important for him to spend time with you both

May still give you the occasional hug out of nowhere

He just can't help it

Vincent Sinclair

He's going to 100% respect your wishes, but he's definitely sulking any time your back is turned

He gets it, he knows about the hormones and science of it all, but damn

It hurts him so much to know that something so natural about him can be making you sick like this

He's kept his tinkering to a minimum since the noises have been hurting your head

He's taken to showering multiple times a day too since it's the only thing keeping your nausea at bay

He knows you don't mean harm by it, but this phase is going to feel like an eternity for him

Bo Sinclair

Sympathy isn't exactly in his vocabulary

He won't really do or change anything at first

But if you complain about it for long enough, he'll finally give in

But he isn't really going to do anything that actually benefits you

He'll buy nose and ear plugs for you so that he doesn't have to change anything himself

He still expects you to watch and eat whatever he is feeling though

He's trying to be there for you the best he can, he just hasn't had many experiences of empathy in his life

Hannibal Lecter

He understands and will act ever so maturely about it (like always)

He'll stop wearing his usual cologne and aftershave if it bothers you

Will only cook certain foods around you that you can tolerate

The rest he'll cook privately

If his smooth and suave voice bothers you for some reason, he'll be happy to communicate through gestures and looks

He's willing to adapt to your needs since he knows the severity of pregnancy and hormone changes

He's truly the "ask and you shall receive" type partner

[theyanderespecialist]

Jason's Girl~ 1 (Headcanons/Scenarios) Yandere Jason Voorhees X Prego Reader (Friday The 13th)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back! Back again! The Queen is back! Tell all your friends~! Anyways this one is for Yandere Jason Voorhees X Pregnant Reader! I hope that you all enjoy these headcanons, traits, and scenarios!] 

(Disclaimer: Jason Voorhees is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You Know Who Are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, Remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!

Simping For A Slasher is fine, just do not support what they do In Real Life, and separate fiction from reality!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Jason Voorhees X Pregnant Reader From The Friday 13th- 

.Jason would not have chose just any woman to be the mother to his children. 

.He would not even thought about that! 

.That was until he met you and His mother told him that you were the one. 

.That is right his yandere mind had the mother in his head to have you as the mother to his children. 

.You were good and pure in his mind, so you were the best woman to become the mother of his children. 

.He would have killed anyone that was in your life and kidnapped you. 

.Keeping you a prisoner in your new home of living in Camp Crystal Lake. 

.He would take good care of you and would have been as gentle as he could when making love to you. 

.He is very romantic with you the best he can, always getting you wildflowers. 

.Make sure you are taken care of. 

.And well fed. 

.If anyone tried to make it into the camp he would kill them this was his home and the home for you and both your guy's future children. 

.He would also love seeing you pregnant, you look so beautiful and he loves you even more. 

.Seeing you carry such good children he cannot help but love you more. 

.He would chain you down if you tried to run from him. 

.He would work at you until he could trust you around the camp. 

.Then you and him would be able to live on the campgrounds even more. 

.He would be able to trust you even more. 

.He would be a very dotting husband and baby daddy. 

. Showing you that he would be a good father to your guy's children. 

.He would be a very protective father. 

.He would do everything he can to protect you and your guy's kids. 

.Although he would be brutal with anyone that tries and steal you away from him! 

.They Are vile terrible filthy creatures who need to be wiped off the face of the earth. 

.No One would steal you away from him. 

.He can write somewhat so would write to you sometimes to speak with you. 

.But for the most part, he is the strong and silent type of lover. 

.He would also be lowkey stalking you before, while, and after. 

.Loves to take care of you when he is not watching you wash in the lake he is washing you. 

.Is also a cuddle bug and you can also bet he loves having sex with you even while you a pregnant. 

.If he gets worried enough for you he will call an emergency number, he is a good enough yandere baby daddy that he does not risk you or your guy's baby's life. 

.He will kidnap you once again when he gets the chance, you and your guy's babies. 

.He is a loyal, protective, and possessive yandere that puts your safety first but still will not let you go at all. 

.You are the love of his life, the mother of his children, and His everything, and he would die for you. 

-Now Onto A Scenario, let's do this- 

(Jason Voorhees) (Future Mother To His Children) 

(No One's POV) 

You just bought Camp Crystal Lake. You were not making it into a summer camp. But into your dream home. Having inherited a small fortune and being able to work from home you were able to get to the summer camp you bought, Get electricity on, clean it up, and get wifi set up. Now you were working hard unpacking your van. You would be staying in the consular cabin as your main house. It was really nice. You were unaware of a man watching you from the woods.  'She is the one Jason.' Jason's mother tells him inside his head. 'That girl is a good girl, she is a good girl, the girl for you to be her husband, and for her to be the mother of your children.' 

Jason nodded his head watching you as he felt strange, he wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to be with you in the way a mother and father were together. 

'Not too fast, Jason, you have to court her, and make sure that she knows you love her.' His mother told him. 'Then you can marry her and impregnate her, getting her pregnant with your children and my grandchildren.' 

Jason nodded his head. His mother was right, and he knew the first thing he knew what to do. Get you flowers. He walks away and picks various flowers. Throwing out the ugly ones, only his love should have the best flowers. He then did his best to bind them together and walked up to your door.  He set the flowers down on the ground and then knocked on the door before running to the woods. You came down and found the flowers.  "That's strange." You say and pick up the flowers and see a note with them in very pour hand writing. "You are as pretty as these flowers." You read aloud. 

That freaked you out! Who knew that you were here!? Who had seen you up here!? You quickly closed the door and locked the doors. You need to lock down the cabin and call the sheriff. The sheriff said you would be fine and that no one was up there. That maybe it was the man who turned on the power for you. You were unsure, but there was no time to leave and you had nowhere else to go. You have no choice but to stay here, and you laid down and curled int bed, too afraid to sleep. 

Jason thinks the first day went well. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!