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Apologies to my fans, today was a hectic one. My spouse travels for work so I'm left with quiet a load when he's gone, including tending to my son. Luckily hubby returns tomorrow so I should be able to respond and write soon 💜💜💜💜
Freddy x reader where she enters his dream realm but gets to distracted by how entrancing to actually do anything until she accidentally runs into him and doesnt find him as a threat because she doesnt know what going on?
Oh hell yes. Freddy is my boo, I'll be more than happy to write this tomorrow 💜💜 I'll be sure to tag you and properly format it haha.
Request for Jason !!! So, how about a Jason x Reader where Jason finds her left behind by her "friends" at camp crystal lake after letting her fall asleep to be killed by the mysterious Jason Voorhees but Jason keeps her as a little pet because he thinks she is cute ?
You slowly push yourself up, sleep slipping from your tired mind as confusion takes over. You look around, lips pursed tight as you try to ignore your heart beating faster. The last thing you remember, you were asleep in your tent. Your friends had called you a party pooper for turning in early, but you never thought they'd prank you. Your ten was completely gone, the fire was out, and it looked as if your friends had piled into their cars and left you alone in the woods. Sitting alone on your sleeping bag, you curl your legs up to your chest and put your arms around them. So maybe they weren't your friends at all. Maybe they only brought you to make you the butt of a massive joke. That explained why they kept telling scary stories about the camp; they wanted to scare you. Only it hadn't worked. Jason Vorhees? Some killer in a hockey mask? Please. So they abandoned you instead. You sniff, biting back tears. It wouldn't be so bad if you had a way home, but you left your phone in your bag, and it was long gone with your tent. You bury your face in your arms, struggling against sobs and failing. Something cracks in front of you, but you don't look up. Probably one of them, you assume, streaming on youtube or something. A shadow cast by the moon falls over you, finally prompting you to look up. Your shimmering eyes graze over the tall, strong body before you. His eyes pierce into you through his mask, a machete tightly gripped in his right hand. "Very funny", you start, assuming its one of the guys your 'friends' brought along; yet your words catch in your throat. None of them were this tall. You wipe your eyes quickly, sniffing harder. A coppery scent hits you, making your heart skip. There's blood on the machete. "M-my friends”, you whisper, starting to scramble back, "did you kill my friends?!" You pause, your mind racing as you look around. Confusion, fear, and pain make you kick your sleeping bag. "Serves them right if you did! They abandoned me!" To your surprise, the man doesn't move closer. Instead, the machete lowers, and his head tilts slightly. "You want to kill me too?" You ask, distraught. "Well, go ahead! I'm a loser anyway. No one would care. Might as well drown myself in the lake", you cry, unable to help the tears falling down your cheeks. You fall back to the ground, hugging your knees again, and close your eyes as you wait for the machete to come down. You hear footsteps move closer and swallow your terror. You wonder how long the pain will last before you die. A hand touches your shoulder. You open your eyes to find them locked with those behind the Hockey mask. The man is knelt before you, machete on the ground. You slowly wipe your eyes again. "I know you", you say softly, your eyes searching his. "You're Jason, aren't you?" The man makes no sound, but his strong arms slip around you, scooping you up. As he lifts you, you grab the handle of the machete. Jason nestles you against his chest and turns, starting down the trail you and your ex-friends came from. It doesn't take long to hear the cheering and familiar laughter of the others in their new camp, no doubt celebrating the way they treated you. Jason sets you down and pats your head. A wild grin comes over you as you hand him the machete. In that moment, you make the decision to stay with Jason. He understands, you think to yourself as screams fill the air, he truly understands.
Renegade myself into the afterlife with this one. YES JASON, GIVE ME OFF THE SNUGGLES PLEAASSSEE. I'm living for this. T H A N K Y O U
You're welcome! Sorry for the awful formatting, I forgot what mobile does to it and I write from my phone. Feel free to request anything anytime! 💜
Dont be sorry, I loved it. I will DEFINITELY be requesting again so dont you worry. This made me so happy. Little mischievous reader at the end >=)
I'm so glad! Haha I like to add a bit of 's/o supports slasher' in most of my stories. Can't wait to hear from you again 💜💜💜
Request for Jason !!! So, how about a Jason x Reader where Jason finds her left behind by her "friends" at camp crystal lake after letting her fall asleep to be killed by the mysterious Jason Voorhees but Jason keeps her as a little pet because he thinks she is cute ?
You slowly push yourself up, sleep slipping from your tired mind as confusion takes over. You look around, lips pursed tight as you try to ignore your heart beating faster. The last thing you remember, you were asleep in your tent. Your friends had called you a party pooper for turning in early, but you never thought they'd prank you. Your ten was completely gone, the fire was out, and it looked as if your friends had piled into their cars and left you alone in the woods. Sitting alone on your sleeping bag, you curl your legs up to your chest and put your arms around them. So maybe they weren't your friends at all. Maybe they only brought you to make you the butt of a massive joke. That explained why they kept telling scary stories about the camp; they wanted to scare you. Only it hadn't worked. Jason Vorhees? Some killer in a hockey mask? Please. So they abandoned you instead. You sniff, biting back tears. It wouldn't be so bad if you had a way home, but you left your phone in your bag, and it was long gone with your tent. You bury your face in your arms, struggling against sobs and failing. Something cracks in front of you, but you don't look up. Probably one of them, you assume, streaming on youtube or something. A shadow cast by the moon falls over you, finally prompting you to look up. Your shimmering eyes graze over the tall, strong body before you. His eyes pierce into you through his mask, a machete tightly gripped in his right hand. "Very funny", you start, assuming its one of the guys your 'friends' brought along; yet your words catch in your throat. None of them were this tall. You wipe your eyes quickly, sniffing harder. A coppery scent hits you, making your heart skip. There's blood on the machete. "M-my friends”, you whisper, starting to scramble back, "did you kill my friends?!" You pause, your mind racing as you look around. Confusion, fear, and pain make you kick your sleeping bag. "Serves them right if you did! They abandoned me!" To your surprise, the man doesn't move closer. Instead, the machete lowers, and his head tilts slightly. "You want to kill me too?" You ask, distraught. "Well, go ahead! I'm a loser anyway. No one would care. Might as well drown myself in the lake", you cry, unable to help the tears falling down your cheeks. You fall back to the ground, hugging your knees again, and close your eyes as you wait for the machete to come down. You hear footsteps move closer and swallow your terror. You wonder how long the pain will last before you die. A hand touches your shoulder. You open your eyes to find them locked with those behind the Hockey mask. The man is knelt before you, machete on the ground. You slowly wipe your eyes again. "I know you", you say softly, your eyes searching his. "You're Jason, aren't you?" The man makes no sound, but his strong arms slip around you, scooping you up. As he lifts you, you grab the handle of the machete. Jason nestles you against his chest and turns, starting down the trail you and your ex-friends came from. It doesn't take long to hear the cheering and familiar laughter of the others in their new camp, no doubt celebrating the way they treated you. Jason sets you down and pats your head. A wild grin comes over you as you hand him the machete. In that moment, you make the decision to stay with Jason. He understands, you think to yourself as screams fill the air, he truly understands.
Renegade myself into the afterlife with this one. YES JASON, GIVE ME OFF THE SNUGGLES PLEAASSSEE. I'm living for this. T H A N K Y O U
You're welcome! Sorry for the awful formatting, I forgot what mobile does to it and I write from my phone. Feel free to request anything anytime! 💜
Request for Jason !!! So, how about a Jason x Reader where Jason finds her left behind by her "friends" at camp crystal lake after letting her fall asleep to be killed by the mysterious Jason Voorhees but Jason keeps her as a little pet because he thinks she is cute ?
You slowly push yourself up, sleep slipping from your tired mind as confusion takes over. You look around, lips pursed tight as you try to ignore your heart beating faster. The last thing you remember, you were asleep in your tent. Your friends had called you a party pooper for turning in early, but you never thought they'd prank you. Your ten was completely gone, the fire was out, and it looked as if your friends had piled into their cars and left you alone in the woods. Sitting alone on your sleeping bag, you curl your legs up to your chest and put your arms around them. So maybe they weren't your friends at all. Maybe they only brought you to make you the butt of a massive joke. That explained why they kept telling scary stories about the camp; they wanted to scare you. Only it hadn't worked. Jason Vorhees? Some killer in a hockey mask? Please. So they abandoned you instead. You sniff, biting back tears. It wouldn't be so bad if you had a way home, but you left your phone in your bag, and it was long gone with your tent. You bury your face in your arms, struggling against sobs and failing. Something cracks in front of you, but you don't look up. Probably one of them, you assume, streaming on youtube or something. A shadow cast by the moon falls over you, finally prompting you to look up. Your shimmering eyes graze over the tall, strong body before you. His eyes pierce into you through his mask, a machete tightly gripped in his right hand. "Very funny", you start, assuming its one of the guys your 'friends' brought along; yet your words catch in your throat. None of them were this tall. You wipe your eyes quickly, sniffing harder. A coppery scent hits you, making your heart skip. There's blood on the machete. "M-my friends”, you whisper, starting to scramble back, "did you kill my friends?!" You pause, your mind racing as you look around. Confusion, fear, and pain make you kick your sleeping bag. "Serves them right if you did! They abandoned me!" To your surprise, the man doesn't move closer. Instead, the machete lowers, and his head tilts slightly. "You want to kill me too?" You ask, distraught. "Well, go ahead! I'm a loser anyway. No one would care. Might as well drown myself in the lake", you cry, unable to help the tears falling down your cheeks. You fall back to the ground, hugging your knees again, and close your eyes as you wait for the machete to come down. You hear footsteps move closer and swallow your terror. You wonder how long the pain will last before you die. A hand touches your shoulder. You open your eyes to find them locked with those behind the Hockey mask. The man is knelt before you, machete on the ground. You slowly wipe your eyes again. "I know you", you say softly, your eyes searching his. "You're Jason, aren't you?" The man makes no sound, but his strong arms slip around you, scooping you up. As he lifts you, you grab the handle of the machete. Jason nestles you against his chest and turns, starting down the trail you and your ex-friends came from. It doesn't take long to hear the cheering and familiar laughter of the others in their new camp, no doubt celebrating the way they treated you. Jason sets you down and pats your head. A wild grin comes over you as you hand him the machete. In that moment, you make the decision to stay with Jason. He understands, you think to yourself as screams fill the air, he truly understands.
Please, please, please. Reblog this if you write for Jason and your requests are open!! I have a request !
( I have many requests!!! )
Requests Open
Ey so I wanna take a stab at writing. So if y'all got anything you'd want me to write about slashers or anything there's a list below of what I'll do and what characters I'd be able to write for.
Please keep in mind that I'm nowhere near experienced in writing or anything like that I'm just doing it because I want to try it and see if I like it. I'm also not really too familiar with this platform so it may take a while for me to figure it out.
Anyway, here's the list.
Characters I'll write for
Slashers-
Jason voorhees
Michael Myers
Bubba
Thomas Hewitt
Chop Top
The Sinclair brothers
Freddy Krueger
Brahms
Stu and Billy
Billy Lenz
Dbd-
Trapper
Wraith
Doctor
Hillbilly
Ghostface
Huntress
Spirit
Sally Face
Sal
Larry
Will and won't write about
Won't do
Heavy sexual NSFW
R*pe
Sexual assault
Scat/piss kinks
Noncon
Angst
Will do
Fluff
Slight NSFW
Blood/gore
Matchups
Basically anything else
Edit: I'd really appreciate a repost so I can get some more requests in! I find thus really fun and I hope to do more soon!
Fox Spirit S/O Headcanons
With Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Jason Vorhees and Bubba Sawyer for @2p-hetalia-universe
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Michael Myers
You kept it hidden, so when you finally reveal your ears and tail, he's not happy
Michael isn't a fan of secrets. It means he doesn't have the upper hand.
He would tolerate the change, though he might pull your tail to be sure it's really attached.
Otherwise he won't really change much. A creature of habit, Michael still treats you the same.
If he ever steps on your tail, though, say goodbye to it. He's not known for mercy when things get in his way.
Freddy Krueger
All the jokes. All the worst fox puns.
Calls you his fox, a foxy partner, etc.
Makes up dreams of chicken coops and expects you to chase them.
He uses your tail as a leash to pull you around.
If your ears twitch, he instantly actsnlikw you're a puppy. "What was it? What did you hear? Go get it!"
Laughs at his own puns, laughs harder if you get mad.
Puts a collar on you.
Jason Vorhees
Tugs your ears and tail. Are they real?
Accepts them when you say they are.
Prone to stepping on your tail if you're not careful.
Once he does, he'll carry you around in his arms as an apology
Takes you out in the woods with him a lot
Also puts a collar on you, with a bell
Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface
Costume? Costume
Fashions a pair of ears on his own mask to match you
Happy squeals and grunts when he pets your tail
Brings you dead chickens as gifts
Tries to make a tail but can't get it to stay on so he has to sew it on his pants
Wears a collar for you
Welcome Readers!
I decided to jump on the Slasher x Reader bandwagon. I will do headcanons but I'm not great at them. Also I'll be posting my AO3 slasher stories here.
Rules
-Don't bring discourse. I don't care.
-If you are a reader wanting a specific gender, say so. Otherwise I will write everything sans gender. That includes vagueness on genitals.
-Adults only. If you follow me and you're under 18 I will block you.
-I will write almost any kink. If I say no, just accept it.
-I also write fluff/romantic pieces or angst. Soulmate and AUs loved!
-If you ask for something extremely out of character, I will title it AU and still write it for you. By extremely out of character I'm talking drag queen Michael Myers or a chatty Jason Vorhees.
Slashers I Will Write For
-Freddy Krueger (OG)
-Michael Myers
-Jason Vorhees
-DbD Killers
-Pyramid Head
-Jeepers Creepers Creeper
-Chucky (in Nica's body)
-Leatherface? (I don't know him well but will try).
-The Predator (Not technically a slasher but a killer, so)
-Dog Soldiers werewolves (male or female)
-Dracula (classic)
-Brahms (I have only seen the first film).
-Imhotep (The Mummy)
-Honestly there's probably more, so feel free to ask!
Do you write for Thomas Hewitt? If so can you do some nsfw Headcannons with him and a fem S/O?
Hello new reader! Unfortunately I do not know the Thomas Hewitt version of Leatherface well enough to do him justice. I only know the original film's Bubba Sawyer, or the Dead by Daylight version. I deeply apologize.
I'm bored
Feel free to send me asks about my OCs!
Inbox Open
I have returned with a renewed vigor for writing. Since I can't focus on sitting down and writing an actual book, I figure this will be good for my writing bug. So, the ask box is officially open again!
Update
I apologize for taking so long to write my last request, my son has had a fever these last couple of days. I will write it asap, and unless more requests come in soon, I will likely be stepping away for a bit. I adore writing for everyone, but things are hectic rl and I've been neglecting some important steps to chasing my dreams in favor for writing (both here and my other stories). I'll return to this once I actually have a reasonable schedule worked out.
Brahms Soulmate AU
"So, how does a bedtime story sound?"
There's no reply, but there never is. You stare at the doll on the bed, a half hearted smile on your face. It was odd, you couldn't deny it, but you had been taking care of Brahms for three days and you were getting used to it. The peaceful silence was nice, though there were times you were almost certain you heard footsteps in the house. But that was downright silly.
You had decided to do everything asked, at first in case of cameras, or in case this was some sort of test; as time went on, however, the job became second nature and you rather enjoyed talking to the doll. Maybe because you were always an introvert, or maybe because you were lonely. You had no real friends or family and you were definitely not ready for kids. It was you and your cat Rufio, which the Heelshires permitted you bring. It was a simple life and a good one.
Rufio was curled up at the foot of the bed, purring loudly as you picked through the books on the shelf. As you grabbed one, the movement of your sleeve brought your attention to the word written on your arm.
Mine.
You sigh softly. There was no soulmate for you. You rarely met anyone worthwhile. You had hoped taking this job might help you explore new places, but you were stuck indoors with no one but a doll. You shook your head, opening the book.
"How does Cinderella so-"
You cut off, a loud scream slipping from your lips.
A man in a porcelain mask sat on the bed, stroking Rufio. The cat was contently kneading the air.
The man rises, his muscular form gliding swiftly toward you. You glance between the familiar porcelain mask and the doll on the bed, your brow furrowing.
It was the same face.
"Brahms?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. The child was alive?! And a grown man?! Your mind races as your heart skips, but you don't risk running as Brahms draws closer.
The space between you closes, and Brahms brings a gentle hand up to your face. He strokes your cheek, goosebumps breaking out over your skin. Your eyes find his, and your heart leaps at the sight. You feel a tug in your core, a sensation that makes you tremble in confusing delight.
"Mine", Brahms speaks, his words only slightly muffled by the mask.
Your eyes grow wide as realization sinks in.
This is your soulmate.
You lick your lips anxiously and nod. You can't deny it. The proof is on your arm and in the air between you; an electric pulse that sends the hairs on your neck standing on end. You feel your terror slipping away, replaced by a warmth you can't describe. You found your soulmate. You'll never be alone again. Your heart thunders with excitement and joy.
"I'm yours."
Brahms touches your cheek again at your confirmation, then steps back. You clear your throat, feeling foolish for your screaming now. Brahms gently moves his doll from the bed to the chair, then lays down. Rufio purrs on, obvious. You pick up the book and sit beside him, smiling despite yourself.
"Once upon a time.."
Brief hiatus
Sort of? Due to Holiday stuff, I probably won't have time to write until Monday. I'll do my best to get requested fics out, but please be patient with me.
Requests will remain open.
Currently I have two stories in my queue to ve written:
Brahms soulmate AU fic
Saucy Predator fic
I'll get to them when I'm free. I promise.
💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙 -Bunny
Hey loves! Starting tonight (far past 9pm) I'll be writing again! So Brahms Soulmate Anon, keep an eye out!
Brief hiatus
Sort of? Due to Holiday stuff, I probably won't have time to write until Monday. I'll do my best to get requested fics out, but please be patient with me.
Requests will remain open.
Currently I have two stories in my queue to ve written:
Brahms soulmate AU fic
Saucy Predator fic
I'll get to them when I'm free. I promise.
💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙 -Bunny
The predator fic was so good i cant get over it!!!! Do you think you can add a 2nd part or a seperate fic where things get a lil more Steamy and smutty? 😍 love your writing never stop 💜💜💜
Fnfjkft Thank you 💜💙💜💙 it means so much to hear people enjoy my writing! It fuels my soul. I can very much do a sequel or continuation of it. I apologize if it takes a bit though, what with the holidays and all.
