#vincent sinclair x female reader

[babymangosworld]

When you're reading a fanfic and y/n switches gender's mid story

[regianenascimentooficial]

PART 1: How did every slasher become obsessed with you?

Part 2 Here!

🌹Slashers:

Jason Voorhees / Michael Myers / Pinhead / Vincent and Bo Sinclair / Thomas Hewitt / Bubba Sawyer / Asa Emory.

🌹Warning:

⚠️All headcanons have things that minors cannot read! Read at your own risk!⚠️

🌹🌹GOOD READ! 🌹🌹

🥀On a night of hunting, he would go after you, just as he did with the unfortunate lives that surpassed his patience and path. However, when he got close to the door of your room, he heard you praying for the one you called "the drowned boy" to have peace and find his mother. You cried a lot for the boy. Deep down, he saw that you were different, in his perception, you were someone who didn't see him as a monster and, praying for him, it became clearer. After that scene, he didn't kill you or anything like that, but he watched you until he saw you try to escape the place when you discovered that everyone was dead. A blow to your head and when you woke up, you were with him. With your feet in chains and him hovering over you in curiosity and tenderness. You can't go anywhere now... You're his.

🥀It would be a normal day of killing in Haddonfield, until something broke his routine. In front of his house, there was a jar of sweets, and on top of it a note: "I don't know what you've been through, but you're not a demon to me, Michael. May you find the peace you need. Signed: S/N." He looked at it in confusion. He thought the person was more disturbed than he was, but this triggered him. Congratulations... You're his new obsession. With that, he waited for one day for you to leave something in front of the house and, sure enough, you showed up. Myers analyzed you and took in every detail of you. Two months went by and he kept giving you gifts in secret and you didn't know who they were from. You just thought it was strange and smiled. Michael decided from then on that you were now his and no one else's and whoever came to you would appear on the news as one less person on earth. Michael was just waiting for the right moment to show up to you, and when that happened... You know what would happen.

🥀After you managed to escape from him, you don't know what you just did. You signed your name on Pinhead's dark heart. Even though he had escaped, he had even tried to live his life in the infernal labyrinth, however, nothing made him think that his audacity to face and win would bring you back. Calmly and skillfully, he began to draw up a plan to get you back. Whatever the cost... He might not be one to attack what he wanted head on, but he was strategic. Three years after he escaped, his face still remained in the Infernal Priest's head, he had a plan. A man next to his apartment was seduced by the configuration of the lament and when he opened it, he had an idea and knew that his next door would be taken too... Lying in bed, they felt strange, and when he opened his eyes... He was there... With a victorious smile... You would not escape him now.

🥀After you showed up in town and started praising his waxworks and even defending them from his friends who were making fun of him, he found you intriguing. He analyzed you for a while and waited for the right moment. His curiosity was so great that he began to feel bad for being so obscene, drawing and painting pictures with you in positions that made him delirious. No matter what he did, you wouldn't leave his mind. His new art muse, his perfect sculpture worthy of being among the Greek pantheon. When the time came, he would go with the help of his brother, catch you and lock you up so that no one would praise his great masterpiece anymore.

🥀You were a girl who had no fear and had defied the most insane brother among Vincent. He fell in love with you in a sick way. He would try to convince his brother to kidnap you and have you all to himself. He could kick and punch him, and even shoot him, but he wouldn't give up on you... In the end... You ended up tied to a chair and a gag with him holding your face and saying: "You're going to get used to being mine from now on."

🥀Since the beginning of the hunt, he had liked you. He liked you completely. He wouldn't know what that feeling was, but he never felt alive. All because you praised him when you accidentally took off your leather mask to protect yourself. It's a fact that you did it just to destabilize him and run away, and you succeeded, but the price was high... He couldn't stop thinking about you. So, in the end, you didn't escape, you became his and not only his wife, but the mother of his children.

🥀Bubba didn't know much about life and was shy. But when she was tied to a chair at the dinner table by force, after being captured, she realized that the great man was humiliated by his relatives and so she defended him... Girl... Girl... His young and shy heart was happy to hear that... He managed to break free and escape, however, even under the warning of his relatives, he went after you and managed to catch you. In the arid Texas desert, no one heard your screams... You were now his girlfriend.

🥀He had gone to the vet to see one of his German Shepherds who was feeling unwell, and you were also a patient who was by his side with his sick cat. You started talking to him, saying several things, including that you loved spiders, beetles, museums, art galleries, and especially criminal cases, and that you were fascinated by what the journalists on TV called "The Collector", among other things. When he heard all this, you became his obsession, a rare specimen in his collection. But of course, you wouldn't know that you were talking to the man himself. After six months of watching you, he already had everything in mind, he was strategic... Soon you would be put in the red box and that way, with him, you would stay forever.

© REGIANE NASCIMENTO ©

[callie-the-creator]

the sinclair brothers’ reactions to you getting nipple piercings

mild nsfw. mdni. warnings: suggestive content, nipple piercings, etc.

author’s note: i tried to write the reader as gender-neutral as possible.

bo sinclair

• once you lifted your shirt up, bo’s jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes widened. he was still in his work getup — did you do this when he was gone? he had so many questions…but, it didn’t take bo long to shake his initial shock and replace it with his smirk

• he thinks your new piercings are hot as fuck and even made you all the more attractive. hell, he didn’t even think such a thing was possible!

• bo immediately tossed all his stuff to the closest chair and walked over to you where he moved his calloused hands up from your hips to right under your chest

• even though he likes to admit to it, bo can be quite the charmer at times. so, after he did this, bo started to shower you in compliments and as he did, lowered himself onto his knees as his hands rested on your as, like you were some deity

• all of this was a pleasant surprise, just what he needed actually, and bo cannot wait to see more of your piercings, especially in the bedroom

vincent sinclair

• he first thought you accidentally got hurt, so he came rushing to your side to help you out, only to have you you explain to him what they were

• he was, at first, confused. sure, vincent has seen a few piercings in his time because of the wax statues he makes…but…he’s never seen any that were on someone’s nipples

• when asked if he understood, vincent simply nodded his head as he moved closer to inspected your new piercings until his chest was almost touching yours

• he outstretched his hands, but didn’t touch you right away. instead, vincent glanced between your nipples, to your eyes, back down to your piercings, asking for permission. with a laugh, you gave him exactly that

• vincent made sure to be especially gentle with you as he caressed the sides of your chest, his rough and large hands slowly creeping closer to your nipples before stopping when he got close to the piercing. he didn’t want to touch them since there was a chance you were sore, so vincent merely moved his hands around the area, all the while he admired your new jewelry

• he likes them, it’s just going to take some time getting used to them is all…

lester sinclair

• “now, why’d you have to go ‘n do that?” was lester’s question when you told him you had gotten nipple piercings as he drove down the road to the house

• he didn’t want to believe you because of how unlike you it sounded. this must’ve been your way of trying to pull a prank on him…

• he kept denying that you got piercings there until you had enough of the bickering and lifted up your shirt, prompting lester to do a double-take at the sight of your new jewelry

• his breath was taken away and he was left speechless. he cleared his throat as he turned his attention back on the road whilst you pulled down your shirt to cover yourself up

• the drive to the house was mostly quiet

- that is, until lester parked his truck

• just as when you were going to hop out of the truck, lester stopped you by calling out your name, so you hesitated and looked back at him quizzically, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t somewhat upset with him

• “can i, uh…see ‘em again?”

[emxisms]

hi!!! how are you? :3

can i pls have a one shot of vincent sinclair with a reader who stole his sweater and refuses to give it back? i don’t care if we’re in louisiana i want it so bad!!!

thank u <3

Hi! I'm doing good, and I hope you are too! I most definitely can write this for you. ❤︎

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑰𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ...

𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

The first time you stole Vincent's sweater, it wasn't on purpose.. You just happened to find it hung over a chair inside the house, you were cold and figured you could just throw it on.

As you head back down towards Vincent's room, Bo catches his eye on Vincent's sweater wrapped around your body. "Ain't that Vincent's sweater? Best give that back to him 'fore he sees.."

You paid no mind to Bo. He doesn't know what he's talking about half of the time, anyway.

You're finally arriving to Vincent's room. You make your presence known and plop down next to him on the mattress. Sighing softly, you smile. His sweater is soft, warm, and most of all, it smells exactly like Vincent Sinclair.

He notices that you're wearing his sweater, and he sits up to get a good view. He smiles and stares for a while. To you, the sweater was comfort, but to him, it's the softest form of surrender. You're his, covered in his scent, marked by his clothes.

"Sorry, did you want it back?" You're looking up at him with your beautiful eyes, your gaze lingering with his. He shakes his head no, "Good, I wasn't going to give it back anyway." You're giggling at him, holding the collar of said sweater over your eyes.

Vincent is quick, but not too quick, to pull the fuzzy sweater down from your eyes. His eyes again land on yours, neither of you daring to look away. The silence is humming a million love songs.

He leans in to kiss you, and you reciprocate his effort. The kiss is deep, and full of love. Almost like the universe paused everything just to watch. It felt like more than a kiss, but yet every unspoken feeling folded into skin.

You two sit there for just a moment before laying back down together, Vincent is practically swallowing you with his arms. "I love you," you're laying against his chest, hearing the thumping of his heart, and soft breaths within his chest.

He doesn't say it, but you know he feels it. He loves you too.

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It's the next day, and you're still wearing his sweater. It's cozy, and worn-in. Quite oversized on you, but it encases you perfectly.

You decide to go out for a walk. It's a warm day, and the sun is shining down upon you. Your skin glistens against the light, and your hair is flowing through the gentle wind. To Vincent, you've just come out of a movie that's too good to be true.

Of course, Bo sees you, again. When does he not? He has eyes on the whole town.

"Why don't you take that thing off? 'S hot outside.."

But you just shrug. "It's comforting. Smells like Vincent."

Bo cocks an eyebrow up, and questions your decisions. "Alright then, your choice. You're the one who's gonna be dyin'.."

Nonetheless, you don't care. It could be a thousand degrees outside, and you'd still never even hesitate to put on this sweater. His sweater.

Every time Bo sees you, he asks Vincent why he doesn't ever ask for it back. His answer is the same every single time.

She wears it better.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Door.16 ~ Wax figures in the snow ~

Bo/Vincent/Lester x fem!reader warning : kiss, cuddle, fluff Summary : Wax only melted under heat, which is why all Sinclair sons were happy when the temperatures in the area and especially in the city dropped. But the best thing wasn't the better work on wax, more plans to work out or just the animal hunts slowing down, it was the snow settling down so you could finally have some fun in a town where nothing else was happening. info : I've been neglecting my slasher babies for a long time (sorry about that) and I'll pick them up again sometime. Until then I wish you a lot of fun here and until tomorrow as well as a nice December :) masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Where normally there was sun and only a few white picturesque clouds in the sky all year round, now slowly more and more puffy clouds opened up.

Clouds that seemed to be filled with snow because since the morning when the four of them had first looked out of the window of the old family house, it seemed like a shot from a gun waiting for the clouds to give way and for it to finally start snowing.

But instead of waiting for that, the four knew they had a long day of work ahead of them, ,,You're lucky I came with you, the traps are hard enough,” she said as she straightened the rifle on her back as she set each of the traps the youngest of the three had set not only for fun but also to get something to eat.

She didn't have to look behind her to see where Lester was looking so she just shook her head with a grin and picked up the last unfortunately empty trap and tossed it to him, ,,You're the best trap,” he replied, his hand resting on hers as he almost exuberantly pulled her after him to the wagon.

He was cute when he was excited, the smile, the eyes full of life, he was different from his brothers but just as bloodthirsty when he wanted to be.

A bloodthirstiness she saw once more in Bo when she came back with Lester minutes later and he handed her over to his eldest brother with an exaggerated embrace.

,,It's a wonder you can stand the smell,” she heard Bo's comment as he used the garden hose to wash away the last remnants of a run-in and she gave him a warning glare.

She knew the brothers didn't always get along but Bo's jealousy was something that sometimes went too far, ,,It's a wonder I'm putting up with you,” she countered, startled as two arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close.

The brown-haired one nuzzled against her cheek, hot breath in the cold outside, ,,Careful doll, I'm on edge today,” he warned her, feeling the kiss on her cheek that demanded more once they were alone.

Being alone was harder than she thought when she saw the silhouette at the window of the house and broke away from Bo with a sigh, it was difficult to divide the attention of all three of them properly but she always wanted to be there for the quiet Vincent.

The wood creaked under her shoes as she joined him in the workshop, ,,Such a pretty angel,” she said as she looked at his latest statue especially for Christmas, the wings were beautifully crafted and the face as gentle as an angel's. Despite the mask, she could still see that he was looking at her.

Despite the mask she could see the cautious smile he wore on his lips a quick flit and she put her arms around the taller man looking down at her he loved her hugs, it was so comforting and like a distant memory of his mother, Vincent felt safe and most of all loved.

Something all three felt loved, especially by her, as the Sinclair family and she gathered in the heated living room, each taking their place and looking out at the pure white snow that finally appeared, content but especially cuddling with her.

What more could you want as a reward than a nice winter evening together?

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[i-heart-slashers]

Bo couldn't believe the sight of their home, and he knew that all this was your handiwork. The lights, tinsel, and ornaments were something his parents hadn't done even when he and his brothers were young'uns.

As he entered the house, he heard the Christmas music and smelt cinnamon as soon as he walked through the door, but mostly, he saw the large, oddly decorated tree with weird bits and bobs on it.

He noticed Lester standing on a step ladder with a grin, placing decorations as Vincent carved some wax Christmas figures, both radiating joy that Bo had never seen from them before.

Then there was you making food in the kitchen, sneaking bits of food to Jonesy, who sat patiently by your feet, barking happily when getting scraps and a head scratch.

They didn't have many Christmases to compare with, but Bo knows (and would only ever begrudgingly admit to) it's the best Christmas they've ever had.

[osteohack]

May I request Vincent and Bo Sinclair dating headcanons (separately) where fem!reader is a siren (who can shape shift into her human form and siren form). Maybe here, in her human form, she pretty much is a regular human but a little stronger and faster, but once she’s submerged underwater, she’s forced to turn into a siren but doesn’t have much consciousness during this time and acts like a feral animal, and can hurt people but won’t the brothers cause they’re her friends

Slashers Dating Siren!Reader

Characters: Bo & Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

If you told him first, he definitely doesn’t believe and probably just laughs at you. He’d continue making jokes until he finally notices that they’re bothering you. He’ll get quiet and just stare at you for a while before asking you to prove it.

When you explain to Bo that it’s dangerous to be near you in that state, he’d just say you’re making excuses. Bo is the type to pressure you, he doesn’t really like liars. If you still refused he’d roll his eyes and leave you alone for a bit. He might end up bringing it up again later if you don’t first.

He would have noticed that you were pretty fast and strong, but he wouldn’t have pinned it down to any inhuman or supernatural abilities. Bo would make offhanded comments about your strength and gender, and while he doesn’t mean for it to sound condescending or sexist, it often does. If you mention that it makes you uncomfortable he’ll stop, but he might slip up every now and then.

On one particularly hot, summer’s day, Bo will suggest that you both go swimming in a nearby lake. Mostly he’s doing this so he can see you half-naked and hasn’t really considered the whole siren thing. You’ll protest, but Bo is very persuasive and eventually you cave in.

When you do get there, you’re mostly meandering on the edge of the lake while Bo is swimming and trying to convince you to jump in. If you refuse, he’ll force you in, probably by grabbing you and dragging you in before you have enough time to react properly.

He knows something is up when you won’t resurface after he’s called your name a few times. Bo will think you’re playing or trying to jokingly punish him for pulling you in. The longer you stay under, the more concerned he gets before he tries to find you and pull you out. And he does pull you out, ready to scold you for scaring him until he sees you properly, and this is when he remembers what you told him weeks ago.

He’ll call your name, but you won’t respond. There’s a change in the air around you and Bo has noticed it. He’ll back away from you a bit, but he won’t leave, because he’s worried about you. He’s nervous that you might hurt him, but Bo is headstrong and thinks he can fight you if he needs to (he won’t win though). Thankfully, you’re able to hold yourself back, but just barely.

In your half-conscious state, you’ll be lucid enough to know that you need to go somewhere else and deal with yourself before you can come back to him. He’ll be confused and keep looking for you unless you’re able to tell him to wait.

When you do come back, he’ll be shocked and won’t really know what to say, but over time he’ll get used to it. Bo will make jokes about it too, and he’ll think about his he can use this to his advantage.

Vincent Sinclair

If you told him first, he’d be silent for a while and wonder whether you were setting him up for a joke. If you don’t respond, he’ll tilt his head which means he wants you to elaborate because he doesn’t really understand what you mean. Vincent will shake his head when you try and explain what a siren is to him. Of course he knows what a siren is, he just doesn’t understand what you’re doing.

Your conversation with him would eventually stagnate, so you will have to show him if you want him to believe that you’re not pulling his leg. So you do, because you believe you can hold yourself back from harming him.

You’ll hold his hand and lead him to a body of water while explaining what happens, warning him about how dangerous you can be, and telling him about your abnormal speed and strength, which Vincent would have already noticed, but just chalked it up to a really good workout routine. He’ll keep looking over his shoulder, wondering when you’re going to scare him as a joke.

When you do submerge yourself, Vincent will be concerned, especially if you spend an inordinate amount of time underwater. He still doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, and in the back of his head he might think that you’re about to drown yourself in front of him. So he’ll step into the water and try to pull you out, until he feels something grab his ankles under the water.

You resurface in front of him and he’s concerned for you. He knows it’s you, but you don’t look like yourself and you don’t feel like yourself. You’ll begrudgingly pull yourself away from him. Vincent will just stare at you, he doesn’t really know what to think, but it’s safe to say that he believes you now.

Vincent is in awe of you, and he’ll try to touch you, but you’ll keep pulling yourself away, knowing that you’re not entirely in control of yourself right now. When you disappear, Vincent doesn’t really know what to do. So he’ll wait for you to come back.

When you’re yourself again, he holds you. In the weeks afterwards he might indicate that he wants to see it again, but you’ll refuse because it’s dangerous. Vincent might spend some time drawing your likeness in your siren form, because he thinks it’s beautiful.

[emmbny]

hey:D ‼️ slashers x a femme bimbo reader? i would love michael, tommy, vincent+ bo, and jennifer? (whoever else u choose is fine) please and thank you!

Bimbo S/O Headcanons | Multiple Slashers (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being female and a bimbo

there’s no sex described, but there’s a lot of sexual talk around the reader, hence the smut tag

this includes : billy lenz, brahms heelshire, carrie white, jennifer check, michael myers, the sinclair twins & thomas hewitt

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

my slashers-only blog can be found here!

billy lenz

billy is a pervert by nature and would have sexualised you irrespective of how you acted or what you wore (when there’s a will, there’s a way and all of that)

but you being a bimbo made it all so much easier and so much more enjoyable for the unknown voyeur

it seemed like everything you did have him an erection as he stared at you through cracks in the ceiling and walls and doors

how your short pink skirt would ride up and show your pretty panties whenever you bent over or sat down

how your tight white shirt did little to hide your breasts or the fact that you’d opted to go braless

the way you frequently stumbled and tripped in those pink heels — exposing your ass to him more often than even he could have wished for

all of that was enough of a dream come true, but the moment you picked up the phone and he got a true exposure to your delightfully ditzy and naively trusting persona this man was a goner

you were his dream-girl through-and-through

his pretty piggy who’s only good at taking billy’s thick cock into her dumb holes

his bimbo that has no chance of escaping him or his lewd calls and comments

of course you were his the moment you stepped foot in his house, but you continuously exposing yourself for him (as he perceived it, anyway) just gave him the go ahead to claim you entirely

and you’d best believe that he’ll want you dressing as sluttily as possible at all times

bo sinclair

although he tends to present himself as the perfect southern gentleman at first glance, bo is a verifiable pervert with pretty much no shame

it would have taken a remarkable amount of self restraint for him to keep up the act in front of your group — especially with you looking and acting like that

tight shirt, mini skirt and a body that he just wanted to lose himself in

god it was like you were made for him, but that could wait until he had splintered your group

but until then, he sated himself by glancing down your top whenever you leaned forwards, lifting up your skirt whenever he got the chance and catching you whenever you tripped (getting away with many less-than-innocent touches due to your obliviousness)

his advances get more and more aggressive and obvious as your group is picked off one by one until you’re the only one left untouched and somehow still oblivious to your situation

and bo finds himself torn between keeping you around as an alibi and a good fuck, or just using and discarding you to vincent as he’d done before

in the end, of course, he ends up deciding to let you live whilst putting on a whole show of wooing you so that you think you’re staying willingly — justifying it by saying you’ll help future “tourists” feel at home

but his brothers can tell that he’s grown more than a little fond of your presence (beyond, even, your sex appeal and naïveté — shockingly to all involved, he actually seems to care)

brahms heelshire

you were not what anyone in the heelshire family were looking for when they sought out a nanny

you were clumsy and naive; not being able to do much in education or housework without inevitably messing something up

you were a veritable slut without the intent; with tiny skirts and translucent shirts that could barely even be considered clothing and that certainly weren’t conducive with the image they wanted to present as a family

but, to brahms, you were perfect

the perfectly dainty damsel in distress for him to leer and gawk at from behind the walls as you went about your day hopelessly attempting to abide by his schedule

and whilst you frequently forgot certain rules, he let you off — equally because he knew you weren’t acting intentionally and because he loved watching you too much to let you go

his favourite times of day were those that necessitated you coming into contact with water or bending over because they gave him the most wonderful views of your body that often appeared in his masturbation fantasies

loves the way you coo over and jokingly scold his doll — actually just loves hearing you say his name and talk to “him”

is much more possessive and protective when it comes to anyone bringing supplies to the house because of, well, everything about you

like it’s all well and good having a pretty little thing with nice tits and ass to stare at all day and night, but issues arise when somebody else gets to look at what’s his

and even if you’re too ditzy and naive to recognise the grocery boy’s intentions, brahms is all too aware of what goes on in a man’s head

and he may just take it upon himself to show everyone, including you, what happens when someone touches what belongs to him

carrie white

carrie was brought up in a highly conservative christian background — so, needless to say, your presence itself would be a significant shock to the poor girl

everything about you is a complete upturning of the values she was raised with, from your personality to the way you dressed

god, the way you dressed was sin personified and every time she caught herself staring she’d mutter a quick prayer for forgiveness

tight white shirts, short pink skirts and high pink heels — a recipe for disaster that she found herself drawn to

those miniskirts would so frequently ride up your thighs and expose your tiny pink panties to anyone who dared to look whenever you stalled in readjusting them (though they were always short enough to expose those thighs of yours)

those shirts that would turn wonderfully transparent whenever you got even slightly damp (be that through rain or spillage) and exposed your otherwise bare chest to prying eyes

those heels that were the cause of so many incidents like those above

and, values be damned, she was more thankful for your obliviousness than anything else as she didn’t know what she’d do if you recognised the way her peers leered at you

how she looked at you with so much lust, with eyes that lingered too long to be innocent on your chest and the apex of your thighs and your ass

how she thought of you whenever she touched herself, one hand balled up in a fist that she bit down on to muffle herself whilst the other crept between her legs to toy with her puffy lips and swollen clit and seeping hole

you, in all of your naïveté and clumsiness, were at the centre of all of her fantasies and she wanted nothing more than to keep you in the dark about it all for as long as possible

jennifer check

you and her will almost inevitably end up sharing clothing and/or accessories because your styles match so well

date nights will consist of you sharing skincare routines and doing each other’s makeup

she uses your nature and appearance to her benefit, ramping up her sexuality with you in public to help lure in men for her to kill and feed on

she repays you with plentiful sex, affection and spoiling with money she gets from her “boyfriends”

will shamelessly ogle you whenever you lean forwards or bend over and gets a kick out of flustering you just as much as when she gets away with being a complete perv

gropes you in public like all of the time and usually plays it off as innocent or accidental — would stop if you asked, though

50/50 whether she lets you in on what she’s doing so you can help or strings you along as an accomplice

loves how oblivious you are and gets off on the power dynamic between you and her as the more experienced, dominant partner

buys you the most transparent, slutty, short clothes that she can find for you both so you can match, she can get food, and she can see as much of you as possible at all times

she will shift targets on a dime if she notices someone getting too close to comfort and taking advantage you in the same way she does — and she makes a point to show everyone that you’re very much so taken

makes you wear underwear that she chooses so anyone else ogling you gets a blatant reminder of who you belong to

michael myers (any)

initially michael found your demeanour more annoying and inconvenient than anything else

you were attractive, of course, but your clumsiness and obliviousness just made him frustrated — made him want to stalk you to force you to notice the word around you

and he did. for well over a month

even going into your home and standing over you as you slept, rearranging things in your house, anything to get you to notice that something was up

but you never did

even when he confronted you on your walk home and started following you, very obviously, you just chatted with him as if nothing was wrong and how much of a coincidence it was you were going the same way

you even complimented his mask — which immediately made you more tolerable

and almost made up for the dozen times he’d watched you trip over thin air or otherwise expose yourself to people unintentionally

after a while he even became somewhat protective, targeting people that were sexually aggressive or otherwise weird towards you to get his frustrations out before returning to his routine of stalking you

at one point he began to masturbate to the sight of you — which he’d never been able to do given his life being spent entirely in an institution with no privacy

he takes full advantage of your naïveté to tease and manipulate you, especially after you realise who he is

he just signs that he won’t hurt you if you let him stay with you and don’t tell anyone he’s there

and you oblige

and he doesn’t hurt you

the only real change is having to deal with him shamelessly staring at you all of the time, but after you get together you don’t really mind so it’s not really that big of a deal

thomas hewitt

everything about you seems perfectly engineered to turn this poor man into a flustered, red-in-the-face, 404-ing mess

you’re not exactly what his mother had raised him to look for in a woman but that made you somehow more attractive? like a forbidden fruit in a sense

your high high heels that you constantly tripped over weren’t exactly made for life in their rural town but your confidence in them made him reluctant to have you change

those teeny-tiny shorts and skirts left nothing to the imagination when it came to those smooth, long legs and those brightly coloured thongs you wore and caused him a lot of trouble whenever he caught a glimpse of you and ended up dropping his tools

your thin white shirts that hoyt always managed to get wet somehow were incredibly form fitting and gave him the perfect view of your chest

but whilst your body and sexuality haunted his mind and left him wanting and guilty when he’d reach between his legs for relief at the end of the day — it was your demeanour that captured his heart and endeared him to you

your naïveté kept you up and out of the way of the family’s dirtier dealings and meant they didn’t have to hide anything too hard as you believed whatever they promised to you

he felt bad for lying but he also knew it was a necessary evil

and your clumsy nature meant that any guests felt more at ease around you, joking around and letting their guard down to flirt with you which made his job a whole lot easier

so, needless to say, you were definitely a good investment for the family even if you kept unintentionally torturing poor thomas with your displays of sexuality and femininity throughout the house

vincent sinclair

you immediately caught vincent’s eye when you entered ambrose because of how different you were from your companions

your clothes were more revealing and feminine: all light colours, cropped edges, frills, pastels and the whole nine yards

definitely a far cry from the muted neutrals and heavy jumpers that he usually saw

more artistically inspiring, barbie like even

it made you attractive, certainly, but it also made him want to preserve you as an art piece even more — he wanted to capture your beauty permanently

but then your personality endeared you to him

you were immediately kind and trusting towards his twin, which painted you as a very naïve person but the genuine way you defended him and scolded your friends for interrupting the “funeral” caught his heart

hell, even bo seemed taken a back by your demeanour (before trying to look down your shirt, of course)

and then there was the clumsiness that gave him the perfect view of each and every angle of your body that those short, tight clothes did little to hide as you stumbled and tripped over your heels in the museum

even gentlemen have their limits and, from what he justified as artistic curiosity, he indulged himself in plenty of looks

you even made him chuckle a few times when you apologised to the figures you fell onto

all of it, to him, made you seem so much better than your companions — someone worth saving and keeping as a living art piece in ambrose

it wouldn’t be hard to convince his brothers, they were always talking about needing some company

and, beside, you didn’t strike him as the sort to be hard to lie to

so if you believed your friends abandoned you, maybe you’d be happy to stay with them — and, maybe, you’d never have to learn about the truth of ambrose and it’s wax museum

and he’d get to ogle you all he liked from behind the safety of his mask (only as an artist, of course! he’d never sexualise you… or at least he tries to claim as much to himself)

[calmcoldevening]

Slashers x reader who gets jealous easily

Slashers x reader who gets jealous easily

Michael Myers

• Michael doesn't understand jealousy, but if someone gets too close to you, he'll quietly remove them.

• One day, you were very jealous of a beautiful lady in a store queue. He found it cute.

• But in the end, he removed the woman and came home covered in blood, arms outstretched for a hug. It's his way of saying, "Here, I'm all yours. You're the only one."

• He's quite a handsome man, but he doesn't pay attention to anyone but you. You're his personal sun in this world, so don't even worry about being taken away. He's not an asshole who will go for a new skirt, just beckon him. He is a loyal dog who will protect you no matter what.

• If you're angry that his "attention" is on someone else, he keeps looking. At you. Always.

Thomas Hewitt

• He's very shy and insecure. On the one hand, your jealousy shows him that you really love him, but on the other hand, it makes him feel uncomfortable.

• Thomas only understood this feeling once, when a guy at a gas station was talking to you. Of course, that same evening, he became delicious meatballs, but still.

• He was approached by a victim who clearly had a screw loose in her head. She said she was in love with him and asked for his help (we're not like that, are we?). Naturally, this made you angry. She was hitting on your big boy!

• Thomas immediately started mumbling and frowning, as if to let you know that he didn't need anyone but you. To prove his point, he even brutally killed her by impaling her on a chainsaw. It was a pathetic sight.

• However, you were pleased. He would hug and kiss you as much as necessary to make you understand that you were the only one for him.

Vincent Sinclair

• Vincent is an artist, so your jealousy only gives him more inspiration. You're so beautiful and want to protect him like your own. He can't help but love it.

• Usually, your jealousy is just a way to protect his delicate soul. Although Vincent is used to being bullied, you genuinely believe that it's not a good thing.

• You'll kill anyone who dares to touch your little one (except for his brothers, of course. You'll just beat them up with a frying pan), and he loves it. He feels loved and protected.

• When you're out of your rage, he takes off his mask and covers your skin with kisses. Every inch of you should be praised by him, every part of your body.

• If he spends too much time working on a female wax figure, you can actually talk to him about it. In response, Vince will wrap his arms around you and whisper in his raspy voice, "You know I'm yours. Only yours..."

Charles Lee Ray

• He's crazy about your jealousy. You're so cute and hot right away.

• Charles intentionally flirts with others (don't worry, he actually hates them) to evoke strong emotions in you. In the evening, you brutally kill this victim with a passionate kiss.

• "What's up, sweetheart? Are you worried I'll strangle someone instead of you? My bloodthirsty lover," he grins, kissing your neck.

• In his logic, jealousy is an integral part of love, so it's normal for him. So this is your way of proving that you care about him.

• He gets offended, pouts, and crosses his arms, "You didn't even get nervous when I was talking to that waitress... Do you not love me anymore?"

• In the end, after your passionate murder, he hugs you, kisses you, caresses you, and just shows his twisted love. "That's it, baby. You know you're the only one for me, right? Well, except for that doll... But that's just a work relationship!"

[venus-haze]

Damned If You Do (Bo Sinclair x Reader)

Summary: You're almost certain Bo's getting tired of you. You're not so sure how much longer you can prevent the inevitable, but a slip of the tongue in a moment of desperation proves to be your salvation.

Note: Female reader but no other descriptors are used. I missed writing for Bo! I might be kinda rusty, but I hope y’all like it🖤 Please read the warnings before reading. Do not interact if you're under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Canon typical violence. Prolonged captivity and isolation. Stockholm syndrome (some basement wife elements). Mentions of past torture. Extremely dubious consent. Sexually explicit content involving vaginal fingering, sadism, degradation, choking, knife play.

You were sure Ambrose was gonna kill you if he didn’t first. The damp, dead air permeated the basement walls, filtered in thick through the vent in the ceiling and filled your lungs with each breath. It would choke you once summer settled in, foul and unforgiving. Almost as unforgiving as him, whose presence inspired fear and loathing in you. Lately, however, the lack of it brought a foreboding sense of dread over you as your isolated mind raced to its logical conclusion.

Bo was getting tired of you.

One cursory glance at the state of your body made you panic—bruises fading, cuts and cigarette burns scarring over without fresh marks to replace them. For the first week or so you were there, every part of your body pulsed with pain. He found your limits with the efficacy of a bloodhound and brutally forced you past each one. 

All you felt then was dull aching, kinda hungry, too. Didn’t bode well for your long-term survival.

You shifted on the old, lumpy mattress on the floor, stained with blood, sweat, and cum that reeked with the breakdown of others’ bodily fluids. Probably the girls in the Polaroids all over the walls. He’d taken a few of you since you’d been down there. Hadn’t done that recently, either. Mostly came down there to feed you, take you upstairs to use the gas station bathroom, bring you back downstairs to throw you around a little and fuck you, and then leave. Shit. You were becoming a chore.

Bo had plenty of chores around Ambrose already. Would grumble about them to you, the closest he ever got to pillowtalk. The movie theater, the church, even the houses were his responsibility. You weren’t quite sure why, less able to clearly picture the town you’d driven into the longer you spent as Bo’s captive. There weren’t any immediate red flags that popped out at you. After all, you’d driven straight to the gas station on your blown out tire. Didn’t take the time to do any sight-seeing. He made sure of that. From what you’d gathered from Bo, the only living souls in town were he and Vincent, with the recent and temporary addition of yourself.

The floor creaked above you, and you pulled your knees to your chest, anticipating his arrival downstairs. It was almost impossible to tell what mood he’d be in whenever he’d pay you a visit. Tried listening for the sound of his footsteps, the way his boots pounded against the linoleum above to the cement stairs to where you waited for him, as if you could do much else. There was the TV, but the glimpse into the outside world left you feeling especially helpless when your own face flashed across the screen on the 6 o’clock news not long after you became captive in Ambrose. Then after a week or so, all mention of you stopped. Seven days for you to be rotated out of the news cycle. They’d gotten tired of you long before Bo did.

You screwed your eyes shut, as he ambled down the stairs, racking your brain for what to do. Opened them just as quickly to give him your undivided attention, just how he liked. Panicked and hopeless, you blurted out upon seeing his face, “You’re gonna kill me soon, aren’t you?”

He set the bottle of soda he’d undoubtedly brought down for you and smiled. Charming, disarming, like the one he first gave you when you naively drove into town on the roadkill guy’s advice—Lester. His name was Lester. Could he have known? Was he in on the whole thing? You hadn’t seen anyone but Bo for weeks, and he only made mention of Vincent, his brother, who you were certain had no interest in rescuing you from your plight.

“What makes you think that?” he asked.

‘Tire blew out,’ you had told Bo, feeling silly and self-conscious when he laughed. ‘I can see that.’ Threw a wink your way and assured you he’d have you back on the road before it got dark. You trusted him because he was handsome and laid on the compliments thick. Made you think maybe driving over that broken bottle in the road wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Within an hour he had you in that fucking basement.

“You—you’re bored of me,” you said. “You don’t come down here as often as you used to.”

“Aw, you miss me? Is that it?” he mocked.

Maybe. Maybe it was the security of knowing you were wanted, that the longer you kept his interest, the longer you’d be alive. Maybe even earn his trust enough to get a chance to escape back into the world that’d forgotten about you. But Bo wouldn’t forget. He’d keep you immortalized on those cinder block walls with all the others. Disgustingly sentimental. Part of you preferred being part of his shrine to his own depravity than a black and white photo people carelessly flipped past in the local paper.

“How are you gonna do it? Tell me,” you begged.

He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes at you as a grin spread across his face. “Well, I like to get that shit over with quick, but you might be worth slowing things down for.”

“Like—like how?”

As soon as he made his way toward you, regret filled your gut. You crawled backward on your hands, trying to put some distance between you until your back hit the wall. His hands were around your neck, his hungry eyes drinking in your distress.

“If you were most girls, I would just keep squeezing until you stop breathing,” he said, squeezing harder. “Pretty clean.” Black spots filled your vision as you fruitlessly tried clawing at his hands. “Makes it easier for Vincent to get to work on you that way.” He released your throat, and you fought through the coughing fit that burned in your chest as you gasped for air. Tears streamed down your face, and you wanted to smack the smug expression off of his.

“But that ain’t always fun,” he said.

Bo stood up and kicked your legs apart with his boots. Grabbed something from the nearby tool cart. The fucking knife. You swore he kept the blade dull on purpose just so it’d hurt more, leave nastier scars behind in its wake whenever he dug it into your skin, dragging it through your flesh with horrifying precision that only came from experience, because you never needed stitches.

“For you, I think I’d be a little more personal.”

He straddled you, sitting on your legs so you couldn’t possibly move them in an attempt to escape or defend yourself. You could feel his hard-on straining against his jeans, pressing into your bare pussy as he leaned over you, knife shining menacingly in the buzzing fluorescent light overhead. He made rags of your clothes not long after you became his and never offered any replacement.

The blade pressed against the middle of your chest, right between your breasts, making you shudder. He licked his lips. “I could shove this knife on in there, open you up all the way down to your cunt.” His fingers brushed your clit. “‘Beauty’s only skin deep’, that’s what my mama used to say. But sluts like you all look the same on the inside. Crack open your ribcage, and I wouldn’t be able to tell you from all the rest.”

You whimpered as he dragged the blade down your abdomen with a deceptive gentleness, his fingers still working your clit, making it hard for you not to jerk your hips, risking a slip of the knife directly into your belly. 

When he lifted the knife, you couldn’t even let yourself feel relief as your eyes followed it to one of your wrists. 

“Could take it nice and slow. Let you bleed out,” he pressed it against your skin, dangerously close to a vein. “It’d take hours for you to die, then. Messy as hell, too, but we could get up to some fun, you and me. A good fuck for ol’ times’ sake, then I can sit back with some popcorn while I watch the lights go out in those pretty eyes of yours.”

You let out a shaky breath, fear and arousal mixing with your lingering lack of oxygen so you could only half-grasp what exactly he was saying, just that he had a knife to your wrist, and he was enough of a homicidal monster to kill you that way. He slid his fingers inside you, and you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, your head heavy and fuzzy as he kept going. 

“But if we’re talking easy and personal, then I’d just—” He brought the blade up to your throat until you could feel your rapid pulse beating against it. 

Bo curled his fingers, pleasure tearing through you as you jolted in place, feeling the cool metal superficially pierce your skin. 

Your voice came out as a strangled sob. “Please, Bo. Please don’t—” 

He kissed you, an undertone of fondness in the gesture that filled you with relief and terror. “You won’t have to worry about any of that for a long while,” he said, his voice low, reverberating through your aching bones. “I’m not finished with you yet. Not even close.”

[mrstargayen09]

Me waiting for every 'x reader' fic

OK now that the movie is out can we talk about how hot Lewis Pullman is!!!??? I'm waiting for the fanfics girls

[emxisms]

Hello! I hope your having a nice day, and that your eating well. Do you have some time to make thomas Hewitt, Vincent, Bo, Lester, and Bubba x reader who changes their personality for each individual person and is a people pleaser? If you can, it's appreciated! If you can't it's ok! Just make sure to drink se water and keep eating <3

Thank you my love. I hope you're taking care of yourself aswell. 🖤

𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯 𝔰/𝔬 ❦

Includes: Sinclair Brothers, Bubba Sawyer.

Summary: Reader (they/them) is a huge people pleaser, and will change anything if not everything about depending on who they're talking to.

Warnings: Strong Language

𝔅𝔬 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯 ❦

The fuck? Why are you acting like that, saying those kinds of things with them when you aren't anything like that?

"You just want them to like 'ya? Hell, if they don't.. They got another thing comin'."

Thinks it's stupid at first. He'll grow with it after time, the more you explain to him why you feel the need to change yourself for others the more he'll understand. Although he thinks you're perfect the way you are anyway.

𝔙𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯 ❦

He noticed it a while ago, but he never said anything. He always understood the reasons behind it.

Will never question you about it. It makes him sad thinking you don't see yourself the way he does, but he won't pester you about it. He hates making you upset, even just seeing you upset he doesn't like.

Ever since it became a huge thing, he started reassuring you more. Signing that you're perfect no matter the way you are, more hugs and kisses, etc. Anything to make you feel better. Anything to make you love yourself.

𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯 ❦

He would catch on to you acting differently depending on who you're talking to, changing your opinions to fit theirs, completely different humor, etc. It would confuse him incredibly.

"Why aren't you being yourself?.. Are you even being yourself when you're with me, or..?" You'll break his heart. He wants you to be able to be yourself, to have pride in who you are.

When you explain to him that it's not always a self confidence thing, but a people pleasing thing, he'll understand, he wants people to like him too. But that wont stop him from thinking you should still be yourself, because fuck whoever doesn't like you.

𝔅𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔞 𝔖𝔞𝔴𝔶𝔢𝔯 ❦

When he finds out you're afraid of being yourself because you want everyone else to like you, and so you change yourself for them.. his heart shatters. Immediate whining and sad pouty lips.

Even though he can't say it, he'll show it. He will show you how perfect you are. He's immediately bringing you to the mirror and pointing everything out about you that's perfect the way it is. Your laugh? Beautiful. Fashion sense? Amazing. Favorite song and color? His too.

Will dedicate the rest of his life to your interests. Everything has to be your way now, that's just how it has to be if that means you'll appreciate yourself for who you are.

Requests are open! Please read my pinned post for further information.

[not-neverland06]

hello, I was wondering if you could do a female reader x Vincent Sinclair. Where the reader is very needy. Like she constantly just wants to be around him. They don't have to be talking just being around him is fine. If you don't write for house of wax that's fine. If you do this thank you. Have a good day!

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it. As I’m posting this I realized I kind of made the reader gender neutral because I never actually used pronouns. 🤍 gn!reader

You’re overwhelming, to say the least.

And that’s being kind. 

Vincent was his mother’s favorite, but even she had to cover his face. She might have favored him over Bo, but she didn’t love him, not the way a mother should. 

At least, that’s what you told him. 

Vincent was never sure if he should believe you or not. Bo had instilled in him that their mother was a saint. It was hard to lose that idealized image of her and replace it with the one you presented. But with the way you clung to him, hovered around him without a word, he started to wonder if maybe you had a point. 

Growing up, he wasn’t allowed to take the mask off. If he had to eat, his parent’s didn’t watch. He didn't know if it’s because he was so grotesque to them or because they couldn’t stand to see their failure. His mother was an artist, his father a doctor, yet somehow, they had created him. Formed him into this ugly and deformed creature. 

He struggled to reconcile with the fact that, maybe, someone truly could love him. He struggled with coming to terms that someone as kind as you, could love him. Most days he didn’t believe you. He would watch you carefully while you sat by his side. 

He waited for the inevitable, a look of disgust, a flinch when he came near. It never happened. He figured you were biding your time, sweetening him up and getting him to trust you before you made your escape. It wouldn’t be the first time one of the victims had done that to him. 

He almost wished he was right, that you were just a liar. He waited for you to slip up so he’d have a reason to keep you here forever in Ambrose. But you never did. Each day, you grew bolder, your presence nearly suffocated him. 

You don’t always touch him, you rarely ever talk. Your days are simply spent lingering around him, watching him work or reading while he sculpts. It’s odd, going from so many years on his own in his workshop to suddenly having a constant presence. 

He wonders why you don’t just go with Bo. He was the more handsome twin, more charming and funny. He could talk, he could walk around without a mask and be comfortable with himself. There was a clear language barrier between you and Vincent. 

His sign language was choppy at best because he’d had to learn it on his own. Bo and Lester learned some for him, but the family was pretty against it. You struggled to decipher his odd language but you still tried. He didn’t understand the effort. There was a “better” brother to choose from and, still, you stuck with him. 

Just as he looks over at you, you move from your spot by his desk. His fingers loosen around the tools in his hand while he watches you. You stretch, back bowing and a low groan leaving you as you finally move for the first time all day. You shoot him a smile before heading up the stairs out of his workshop. 

He stills and listens to the way your footsteps echo across the floorboards above him. You’re in the living room, you give a muffled greeting to Jonesy before heading towards the kitchen. His hands fidget restlessly with his tools but he can’t bring himself to get back to work. 

He hates when you go upstairs without him. He’s worried that one day he’ll hear the door open and close and he won't be able to get upstairs in time to get you back. He worries that he’ll hear Bo and you together upstairs, either in a fight or doing something worse. 

But you always come back. You’re never away from him for longer than you need to be. Your footsteps rush back towards the stairs and he feels some of the tension leave him. 

When you come back downstairs, a plate of food for you both, he pulls your chair closer to him. A silent invitation to stay close, one you eagerly accept. You sit beside him, leaning over his shoulder, and admire the sketches splayed out across his desk. 

You reach out, before he can stop you, and tug at the corner of one, pulling it out from under the others. Your eyes rove over the drawing of yourself, one of you sleeping on the couch he now keeps down here for you. You smile and glance up at him. When you lean forward and press a kiss against his masked cheek he wonders if maybe he needs you around just as much as you need him. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the movie House of Wax, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[cami040405]

MASTERLIST: Oneshots and Requested

Greetings my spooky friends, I hope you're all doing well. Since the number of requests is increasing I decided to make a separate post to list everything I have written so far. And also for new people who are just arriving in case they want to binge-watch my content.

And I also wanted to show my gratitude for all the support you're giving me in my writing, I'm very flattered and happy about that.

Oneshots

Thomas Hewitt x (Future) S/O – Watching the Stars

Vincent Sinclair x S/O finally have some time alone after a long day.

Under Watchful Eyes: Thomas Hewitt Meeting Reader’s Family

Blood and Bone, Moon and Memory - Werewolf Thomas Hewitt X Pregnant S/O

Reach for Me - Brahms Heelshire X Short Female Reader

Oneshot: Saltwater Secrets - Bo Sinclair x Mermaid S/O

Oneshot: Crimson Sun - Thomas Hewitt x Future S/O with Intense Period Pain

Vincent Sinclair Courting Headcannons

Oneshot: The Warmth of Quiet Things - Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Oneshot: Somebody in the Silence - Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Oneshot: No Oil, No Problem - Bo Sinclair x Reader

Multiple Slashers

Slashers with a S/O who is a Grim Reaper

Grim Reaper S/O Carrying the Slashers HCs

Michael and Jason discovering that their S/O is a werewolf.

Slashers with a S/O Who is a Cheshire Cat

Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt & Michael Myers with a Super Stereotypically Feminine S/O (SEPARATE)

Vincent Sinclair & Charles Lee Ray X Reader with a Relationship Dynamic like Gomez and Morticia (SEPARATE)

Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers & Brahms Heelshire reacting to their S/O being flirted with by a random guy

Slashers with a S/O Who is Their Opposite

Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt & Brahms Heelshire with a S/O Who Loves Valentine’s Day

Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair and Brahms Heelshire with a Talkative S/O (SEPARATE)

Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair & Charles Lee Ray with a S/O who's a Sweetheart but Swears a Lot

Slashers' Reaction When Their S/O Asks For A Baby

Slashers' Reaction when they See the Reader being Offered as Bait by Her Own Boyfriend.

Slashers with a Female Reader who Plays Volleyball

Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair and Billy Loomis with a S/O Who Celebrates Their Birthday (SEPARATE)

Slashers Reunited with Childhood Friend Who’s Pregnant

Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair & Billy Loomis Celebrating Their S/O's Birthday (SEPARATE)

NSFW (+18)

NSFW: Vincent Sinclair & Charles Lee Ray X Reader with a Relationship Dynamic like Gomez and Morticia (SEPARATE)

NSFW: Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair & Thomas Hewitt X Reader with a Relationship Dynamic like Gomez and Morticia (SEPARATE)

NSFW/SFW: Susurros Prohibidos - Brahms Heelshire X Bilingual S/O 

[slashed2death]

SLASHER/HORROR REQUESTS: OPEN

hey there! names vermillion and i write slasher x reader fics/headcanons, etc. openin up my requests here so i can write some more! would love to hear any and all ideas your heart desires. below the cut are who i write for and rules for requesting. if youre interested in a diff character not listed, feel free to ask if ill write for them anyway! i dont bite. happy requesting <3

who i write for...

WILL GRAHAM [HANNIBAL NBC]

HANNIBAL LECTER [HANNIBAL RISING, SOTC AND NBC]

CARRIE WHITE [CARRIE]

JENNIFER CHECK [JENNIFER'S BODY]

THOMAS HEWITT [TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE]

BUBBA SAWYER [TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE]

JASON VOORHEES [FRIDAY THE 13TH SERIES]

MICHAEL MYERS [HALLOWEEN - ORIGINAL & ROB ZOMBIE]

VINCENT SINCLAIR [HOUSE OF WAX]

BO SINCLAIR [HOUSE OF WAX]

LESTER SINCLAIR [HOUSE OF WAX]

BILLY LOOMIS [SCREAM]

STU MACHER [SCREAM]

DANNY JOHNSON / JED OLSEN [DBD]

CHARLES LEE RAY [CHUCKY]

TIFFANY VALENTINE [CHUCKY]

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE [THE BOY]

will do!

nsfw/most kinks

yandere/dark! slashers

headcanons / blurbs / oneshots

dark subjects (such as mental health concerns, ab/u/se, etc- i will NOT romanticize it. but i will write for victims of such- if im not comfortable i will let you know, but most things are on the table here.)

x reader content (obviously)

poly relationships

pretty much anything honestly.

wont do!

super unsanitary kinks (watersports and things of that nature.)

EXPLICIT noncon (will write dubious though)

ships only. this is a x reader blog.

ill likely add more to this later!

note...

please state whether you want reader to be male/female especially for nsfw works. if not stated i typically write for gender neutral readers. for nsfw, i write for both afab and amab folks! just specify please <3

please state whether you want headcanons, a oneshot, blurb, etc. otherwise ill revert to headcanons.

do not interact with this blog if you are not an adult! please and thank you. i am a grown dude- and my content is mature. i will block ageless/under 18 accounts.

do not interact if you are any form of bigoted; this is not a safe space for you. this is a queer/trans/poc friendly blog as i am all of the above.

i am particularly fond of yandere & hannibal nbc requests... mueheheheh

happy reading <3

[faerieroyal]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ children born of fairy stock, never need for shirt or frock…

🧚🏻‍♂️ what/who i write for … 🧚🏻‍♂️

➺ golden trio era: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, neville longbottom, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, percy weasley, dean thomas, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle.

➺ marauders era: james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, poly!marauders, regulus black, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, mary macdonald, evan rosier, pandora lestrange, andromeda black, narcissa black, poly!valkyries, frank longbottom, alice fortescue, poly!starchaser, poly!wolfstar.

➺ gilmore girls: jess mariano, rory gilmore, paris geller, luke danes, lane kim, lorelai gilmore.

➺ dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts.

➺ criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, elle greenaway.

➺ marvel: peter parker (tasm or mcu), bruce banner, kate bishop, yelena belova (platonic, familial, or qpr requests only), bucky barnes, sam wilson, poly!sambucky, ava starr, loki laufeyson, druig, makkari, poly!drukkari, natasha romanoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, eddie brock, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly.

➺ x-men: scott summers, jean grey, logan howlett, wade wilson, poly!deadclaws, hank mccoy, kurt wagner, alex summers.

➺ bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, penelope featherington, eloise bridgerton, simon basset, kate sharma, edwina sharma, poly!kanthony.

➺ dc: bruce wayne, harley quinn, jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, damian wayne (platonic or familial requests only), barbara gordon, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, clark kent, wally west, barry allen, pamela isley.

➺ newsies: jack kelly, “crutchie” morris, davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack higgins.

➺ formula one: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, lance stroll, mick schumacher, alex albon, george russell, esteban ocon, yuki tsunoda, zhou guanyu.

➺ nhl hockey: quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, nico hischier, william nylander, matthew knies, joseph woll, sidney crosby, leon draisaitl, jeremy swayman, brock faber, jake middleton, matt boldy, jamie drysdale, nick suzuki, cole caufield, arber xhekaj, juraj slafkovsky, matty beniers, shane wright, jared mccann, joey daccord, adam larsson.

➺ the hobbit (movies): thorin oakenshield, thranduil, kíli durin, fíli durin.

➺ horror: poly!ghostface (billy loomis & stu macher), jason voorhees, michael myers, daniel robitaille, carrie white, hannibal lecter, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair.

➺ miscellaneous: phil wenneck (the hangover), goodnight robicheaux (the magnificent seven 2016), billy rocks (the magnificent seven 2016), tangerine (bullet train), roy kent (ted lasso), ted lasso (ted lasso), evan “buck” buckley (911), eddie diaz (911), poly!buddie (911), eggsy unwin (kingsman), joel miller (the last of us).

🧚🏻‍♂️ request guidelines … 🧚🏻‍♂️

reader preferences: any! i will write for male, female, gender-neutral readers. ♡

what i write: i will write one-shots, headcanons, little blurbs, and drabbles based on any of the prompt lists i have reblogged, for all the characters listed above! ♡

unique requests: please do not send me any requests you have also sent to other writers! i would like to keep requests sent to me as singular as possible. ♡

request types: there are a few characters listed above who have been marked for me only accepting platonic, familial, or queerplatonic requests for them. i ask that you respect this, please! ♡

content boundaries: anything that falls into darkfic territory (stalking, kidnapping, etc.), pregnancy, infidelity, i will write smut but nothing very kinky (no judgment, i just wouldn’t be any good at writing it). ♡

request manners: please be polite! i won’t ask for much, just a simple please or thank you! ♡

never want for food or fire, always get their heart’s desire. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･