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monsters, slashers & aliens. (18+) guidelines - old masterlist - requests: open.

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requests: open.

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{ guidelines | old masterlist }

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{ rambles | new writing | old writing | requests | reacts | oneshots }

{ nsfw | suggestive }

{ slashers | terato }

{ all slashers | masked slashers }

{ asa emory/the collector | billy lenz | bo sinclair | brahms heelshire | bubba sawyer | jesse cromeans/chromeskull | michael myers | thomas hewitt | vincent sinclair }

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May I add you to my slasher writers list ? And would you ever write for human form Chucky or hannible ?

of course! i'd be honored.

unfortunately, no for different reasons.

I love the Child's Play series and Chucky as a character (the recent series i found enjoyable too) but he's not really the type I would write for. I feel the same way with Freddy. I think he's neat but they don't really get the creative juices flowing.

I adore Hannibal but I am ashamed to say I haven't finished the series yet. I've been interested in the novels for a while but I just haven't had the time to read them.

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May I request all the slashers with an s/o who practices witchcraft. Can you do something extra with Jason. He's my favorite

sure thing! practicing witchcraft is a bit too broad of a term so i did a lot of just "general" stuff. hopefully i still did it justice!

Slashers with a s/o who practices witchcraft - brahms, jason, vincent

Brahms Heelshire

intrigued and intimidated. although brahmsy is a well-read fellow, he doesn't really get any new material. whatever the hell he's been reading has been in his family for several generations at least.

in his brain it is definitely witchcraft = bad but he's not out for your blood just yet. he's been given such a rare opportunity, you see. to what, you may ask? to get up close and personal with a witch.

don't be surprised if he tries to mess with your altars just to get under your skin - no he doesn't know what they're for and no he doesn't want you to explain it to him. scuttles off into the walls to try and figure it out himself. he would steal a book or two if you happen to bring one yourself.

would never admit it but he's a little scared of what you might be capable of. he has outdated beliefs and is extremely misinformed so he would most likely try to interrupt anything you plan on doing.

what do you mean you weren't actually trying to hex him? a protection spell? for him? he's a little embarrassed... well, you should've asked for his consent first anyways!

Jason Voorhees

you what? immediately anxious. he hesitates to be supportive of you at first. he's had his fair share of wiccan trespassers before and like brahms, he's intimidated by it. needless to say, he didn't really wait to find out what they were planning to do before he got rid of them.

not you though! the last thing he wants to do is offend you. you can do all sorts of witchy things to your heart's desire! just maybe not the dangerous ones? for him?

he's interested in the collecting aspect of it at least - oh you need small animal bones? feathers? cool rock from the river? he's more than happy to provide! whatever you need, he's your guy.

unlike brahms however, he's a bit more open to being included just as long as you explain it to him. jason doesn't quite understand but over time he will grow more accustomed to it.

while he's not really willing to practice it himself, he's fine if you decide to use certain spells or place altars within the camp grounds. just make sure to ask him first!

absolutely loves the trinkets! while he's not a fan of making altars or writing symbols, he loves the idea of having some sort of protective charm. even moreso if it's something handmade. what about you? could he make something like that for you too?

Vincent Sinclair

oh, cool. very neutral and very accepting. don't be fooled by his lack of a reaction - he's quite familiar with witchcraft himself. he doesn't really practice but he's respectful of your beliefs.

his twin however, might be on the opposite side of the spectrum. don't worry, though! even if bo is against it, you can do whatever you like down in the basement with him. please include him.

probably the most normal out of the bunch. oh, you practice witchcraft? ok. you need anything specific? there's an abundance of candles, that's for sure. it might be difficult for you to find literally anything else in Ambrose otherwise.

he's not too interested in spells or rituals but he's quite good with his hands so if you ever want your altars to have a little extra oomph, just let him know.

vinny here would love to hear more about it but he's more inclined to do it because he wants to spend more time with you and not because he's interested in witchcraft. really, he just wants to be included. he would never admit this though.

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Are you a 18+ adult so I may interact?

hello! yes, go ahead. i'm 27 lol

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PDA: with or against? - the collector, brahms, bubba, jason, chromeskull

are the slashers with or against public displays of affection?

Asa Emory / The Collector

if you started out as his favorite, then he's firmly against it. anything you want to do, you need his permission. you're not allowed out in public anyways, so what's the point?

if you somehow managed to seduce this man outside of his "work" then congratulations he'll tolerate it. again, he's the one in charge so he'll initiate the PDA, thank you very much.

it really depends on the situation. if it's something small like hand-holding or a quick peck or two he's fine with it but if he's not in the mood and you're being too much, he'll quickly shut it down.

whenever he does do it himself his intentions are far less innocent than yours. he'll have his arm around your waist and kiss you when he decides somebody's eyeing you up a bit too much for his liking.

it's a whole different story if it's a victim of his that's interested in you however, and he won't hesitate to claim you in front of them if he feels the need to.

Brahms Heelshire

yes, yes, yes! a million times yes! brahmsy is absolutely with you on excessive amounts of PDA. the thing is though, does it really count as PDA if it's just the two of you? there isn't really anybody else to witness it.

in front of the victims, though? absolutely. how else is he going to let them know that you're his? he'll be handsy and he won't be sorry about it unless you set some clear boundaries with him.

isn't he such a good boy? can you praise him a bit more? his victims are going to be soo blinded with envy when they see just how much you love him, he just knows it. can he please have a kiss? he's been behaving so good so far. how about another one and he'll be extra good?

the most he'll do is heavy petting in front of the victims until his obsession gets the best of him. stop! stop staring at his beloved! he'll gouge their eyes out if they keep staring. only he can look at you like that.

brahmsy is a bit too greedy for your attention to want to claim you in front of them like Asa. maybe once they're dying he might consider it but only if they were ogling you too much and he's too riled up to carry you to another room.

Bubba Sawyer

oh, bubby would definitely be on board with some PDA! as long as you keep it PG he's more than happy to humor you. if it gets a little too steamy then... well, he'll still let it happen but he'll be really embarrassed about it.

he would prefer to tone it down just a smidge in front of his family though because he's shy... his siblings' persistent teasing gets to him sometimes (but!!! he's still extremely grateful you're so expressive with your affections!)

other than that, he doesn't care at all. victim? passerby? cattle? who cares! all that matters to him is that you want to kiss him and hold his hand. he's so lucky to have such an affectionate partner!

at the very least remember to keep your hands to yourself when he's working though. bubba has a soft heart and can't really say no to you so he might get in trouble for smooching his darling instead of getting his chores done.

he wouldn't want to get too intimate with you around other people though but if you want to do that he'll let it happen. just as long as it's not his family. he doesn't want them to see you like that.

Jason Voorhees

this big guy absolutely adores you but please keep it to a minimum or his heart will burst right out of his chest. he's conflicted! on one hand, he loves any kind of affection you give him but it's also very hard to focus on protecting you when you're being so sweet to him.

he hates anybody that's even remotely near you so there's a high chance there won't be a living soul around to witness your affections up close.

if somebody was keeping their distance and watching you two from afar then he's extra pissed off! why are they sneaking around like some kind of pervert? two million arrows to your head, fool.

he's not really the type to "show off" his partner. Jason is more of a reserved lover. he's a lot more comfortable sharing his affections if it's just the two of you.

you're so distracting that it's dangerous. this is serious, stop smiling at him! what if some weirdo waltzes in here and catches you two kissing? what do you mean they can watch? they absolutely cannot. he refuses.

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

this bastard's more concerned about his image than anything else. yes, yes, he knows he's such a good partner and you adore him so very much but you can worship him later, he's busy right now. like Asa, he'll tolerate a certain amount but he'll only let it happen on his terms.

in front of the victims? sure, he lets you cling onto him like the obedient little thing you are. hell, he would make a show out of it. can you use your words and tell him what you want and how you want it? behave and he'll give it to you. pipe down and let them watch.

out in public he's more reserved. at most he'll hold your hand, let you hold onto his arm or give him quick kisses. Jesse is still quite protective of you so despite his willingness to show you off, there's still a lot of things of yours that are meant for his eyes only.

he's gotten a lot more reserved around his employees and he expects you to be the same. behave yourself or he'll straight up punish you for being too clingy.

if he's feeling particularly possessive, he'll do whatever he wants with you and he wouldn't care about being watched. just don't expect to have the same privilege. he'll only accept your PDA if he feels like it.

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hot and cold / pt. 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

holy shit, he was big.

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

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

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

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

you’re fucked.

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

you're absolutely fucked.

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

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

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

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

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

it’s embarrassing how wet you are.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

holy shit, he was already cumming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

his, all his.

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

all for him.

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

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

needed him.

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

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

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

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

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

god, you were so full already.

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

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

mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

is that such a bad thing?

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

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

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

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libraryofsouls→gravesightings

hello again and happy late friday the 13th!

i'm back! my drafts and inbox have been emptied and my requests are open again.

[gravesightings]

hot and cold / pt. 1

→ reader x jason voorhees → gender neutral reader → [ part 1 / part 2 ]

the lights flickered again for the third time tonight and you start to feel a small knot forming in your chest. as the rain battered down on the cabin’s tin roof, you could do nothing but gaze out the window worriedly. normally thunderstorms were comforting for you – nothing beats being warm and cozy indoors during a storm after all. it would’ve been fine if you had been by your lonesome; in fact, you’re sure you’d be passed out on the couch in front of the TV by now.

you can’t seem to drag your feet away from your position, awkwardly stood in front of the cabin’s front door for god knows how long at this point. now, you wouldn’t really call yourself clingy… but it had been some time since he cut your movie night short to refuel the generators before the rain got bad.

and get bad it absolutely did; when he initially headed out earlier it was merely a light drizzle but now it’s grown into a full-blown thunderstorm; you’re even surprised the old roof is holding up as well as it has so far.

how could he have known it would get worse? maybe living at the campsite for so long made him more attuned to sudden weather changes or something.

sure, Jason wasn’t an ordinary man but a thunderstorm is still a thunderstorm. no matter how invincible he seemed, it was still dangerous to be out there running around with a full jerry can in this kind of weather. with a frown, you remember him vaguely talk about being struck by lightning one time.

surely that wouldn’t happen again, right? what if he catches on fire or something? you shake your head in an attempt to keep the bad thoughts away, finally peeling yourself off your original position to head to the bathroom.

he’s going to be back and he’s going to be wet and cold and miserable, you thought to yourself as you twisted the brass knobs of the bathtub. as warm water began to fill the tub, you busied yourself with gathering a fresh set of clothes and a big fluffy towel for him. once the tub had filled up enough, you bent over to shut the water off. the steam gently rising from the water aided in soothing your worries, albeit only a little bit.

as if on cue, you hear the front door swing open, the loud roar of the rain instantly louder before going silent again with the shut of the door.

“Jason?” you call out, gathering the towel in your arms before bolting towards the front door like a dog with a severe case of separation anxiety.

there he stood – even with his mask on you could practically feel the frown radiating off of him. the poor man was soaked to the bone, his entire lower half caked in a thin layer of mud. there was even a good amount on his shirt and hands from what you could assume was his desperate attempts of saving himself from tripping face-first into a muddy puddle.

“oh, you poor thing” you frown and you notice his gaze soften a little as you approach him with the towel hung around your arms. “c’mere, big guy. got a nice bath with your name on it.”

Jason dips his head to the side slightly in response. his gaze is fixated on you as you struggle to dry him as best you could – which in hindsight, didn’t really make a lot of sense since he was going to be wet in the bath anyways. as soon as you realize this you pause, and he takes the opportunity to cover your hands with his, they felt cold and wet against your skin. he lowers them gently to make room for himself.

he says nothing as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

you froze.

Jason proceeds to peel the offending fabric off of his torso and you could only stand there and let it happen. he was impressive, no doubt – covered in scars and built like a strongman. you marveled at the expanse of his body, wholly taking in the view and admiring how his muscles flexed and stretched with each movement.

the sound of him unbuckling his pants jolts you back to life and you quickly return your gaze up to his face – he was staring at you. god, how could you be so shameless? heat rapidly spreads across your face and you break eye contact first.

“sorry, I-“ you stammer, turning to face away from him as he continued to undress. what could you possibly say in this situation? sorry i was ogling you? sorry, i think you’re really hot? you could practically feel your ears burning at this point.

you jump slightly when you felt a large hand settle on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as some sort of apology for frightening you. with his other, he reaches for the towel in your arms and you let go with little resistance – ignoring that you were practically holding onto it for dear life prior.

a few seconds of silence passed before you heard the bathroom door shut and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Jason had a talent for sneaking around, that’s for sure. you briefly wonder if it was innate talent or if he had spent the first few years of his “career” brute-forcing it instead of being stealthy.

a sigh escapes your lips as you turned again, staring at the sodden pile of discarded clothes on the floor. it was starting to form a large brown puddle of its own. wasting no time, you chucked the sad little pile of clothes in the wash before mopping up all the little puddles your “roommate” had made.

for the most part you were able to keep your mind out of the gutter as you moved his clothes from the washer to the dryer. you heard a door open, then close again. seems like he was finished with his bath.

“just need to put these in the dryer and we can continue watching, okay?” you had almost forgotten about the movie. the whole undressing fiasco had put the woes of Edward at the back of your mind.

as soon as you finished setting the dryer, you headed back to the couch to discover Jason already there with an assortment of blankets that weren’t there before. he catches your gaze with his own, giving the spot beside him a few curt taps as an indication to join him.

and who were you to deny him? with a smile on your face, you took your usual spot beside him on the couch.

movie nights were a newer thing for you two. your usual bonding activity would be maintaining the camp grounds or making food together. you honestly found comfort in it, getting into a routine with him and having your own set of chores to do. that’s why when Jason found a secret stash of movies tucked away in a box in one of the cabins, it only felt right to make it a weekly occurrence.

in the last few weeks you’ve gradually learned Jason’s taste in movies: not a big fan of horror, comedy ones were a hit-or-miss and he was very picky with action. romance, though? Jason is immediately invested. maybe even a little too invested. (that is, until it gets a little too steamy for him and he gets all tense. cue you skipping ahead to get back to the “good parts” i.e. the longing stares and lingering touches.)

tonight had a bit of that. Edward Scissorhands wasn’t exactly a romance movie but he seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless. it was peaceful for a while; with the rain pelting against the roof, the wind howling outside and the distant roars of thunder threatening to lull you into a drowsy state. you couldn’t say the same about your movie buddy however, with his sights practically glued to the TV.

carefully, you shift your weight and lean against him experimentally. the masked man glances at you for a split second before returning his gaze back to the glowing screen. interesting. so he wasn’t against it. little by little, you lean more and more of your weight against him until you were basically fully pressed to his side. he doesn't move an inch.

strangely enough, he felt a little chilly against your skin despite being fresh from a warm bath and being covered in several blankets. maybe he gets cold easily? you unconsciously rest your head atop his shoulder, wanting more contact. his cool skin felt pleasant against your own.

his breathing hitches and you’re suddenly hyperaware of the situation. here you were, cozying up to a man several times your size and fully capable of crushing your skull with his bare hands. but he had no interest in that at all – nor was he against the idea of having you so close to him. god knows he could just push you off or throw you out the window or something.

you decide not to push your luck further. this was more than enough. you finally peel your greedy little eyes away from the poor man and go back to watching the movie again. Jason tenses against you, his fists balled up on his lap when the scene begins to unfold before him. it was the part of the movie where the townspeople all turn against Edward, with the police patrols and the angry mob and all.

you’ve seen this movie several times before and you still stood your ground on how you felt about the ending – it was unfair.

“I hate how this ends,” you mumble under your breath as the scenes played out. the final fight ensues and you practically feel how invested Jason is in this, which is further confirmed by how he flinches when the main character gets struck by her ex for getting in the way of the fight. you frown at the scene but you notice your companion ease up a little as soon as the said ex meets his untimely demise.

“Thank god. Jim was such an asshole.” you mutter against his shoulder and he nods in agreement. the movie continues and the characters share a tender moment, confessing their love to each other and sealing it away with a kiss. Jason’s demeanor changes almost instantly, fists relaxing and head tilting slightly to the side. before your shared movie nights you never would have guessed that he would have such a soft spot for these kinds of things.

as the rest of the movie plays out he shifts uncomfortably in his seat and you take this as an indication that your nefarious side cuddling tactic had reached its end so you begin to shift back to your regular seat. he instantly turns to face you, eyes fixated on you so intensely you could only freeze on the spot.

you hadn’t seen this expression on him before. he almost looks offended.

“sorry, I think we should’ve watched something else huh?” you stammered, unsure of what to say. “I kind of hated the ending too. If Kim wasn’t such a coward they could’ve made it work. Edward deserves to be loved too. It’s so unfair.” you break eye contact again, rambling on about your own thoughts despite your companion’s heavy gaze starting to weigh down on you.

he lets you finish your little speech at least, before he places his hand over your own. the act alone shuts you up completely, and he takes it as an indication to keep going. he squeezes your hand gently. you’ve seen the same set of hands end peoples’ lives time and time again.

you couldn’t bring yourself to say a word – just staring back at him dumbfounded. where’s all this bravery coming from? usually you’re the one who initiates any kind of touching.

Jason’s grip loosens, hand sliding up the expanse of your arm before you feel another snake around your waist. with little to no effort, he lifts you from your seat and you yelp in surprise before he settles you nicely on his lap.

heat spreads across your face as he fully encases you in his arms. he held you carefully, not too tightly, as if giving you the choice to get yourself out of this situation if you wanted to. why would you, though?

the voices coming from the movie seemed so far away now. despite your shadow obscuring the glow of the TV, you could tell his own ears were tinted with a maddening blush. you smile, snaking your arms around him to pull him into a tight embrace. he tenses, almost like he wasn't expecting you to actually reciprocate. being so pressed up against him, you could practically feel his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

he holds you a little tighter after he’s found his breath again and you instinctively nestle your face in the crook of his neck. he feels a lot warmer now, that’s for sure.

// → part 2.

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ur chromecollecter hc's/drabbles give me life and i will gladly take anything ur willing to give us

i'm glad people enjoy it just as much as i do! 💕 here's some more headcanons. i might also do a poly fic for them in the future.

poly!the collector & chromeskull hcs

ironically enough, Jesse handles most of the social aspect of your relationship. he regularly checks on you and Asa throughout the day, synchronizes everybody's schedules, arranges all the dates, etc. Asa only steps in to do these things if he feels Jesse is overworked.

fights between the two are rare but not impossible. Jesse has a short fuse while it takes a good amount of effort to anger Asa. it's usually Jesse's impulsive nature that manages to set him off. i.e. taking you anywhere (unscheduled) without consulting him first. especially if it's at the hotel. especially if he's working.

that said, they're both mature enough to talk it out. things will only get heated if you were put in danger or worse. if it's the latter and you end up getting injured, they're likely to settle it between themselves through more "productive" ways.

can be condescending at times; mostly due to the fact that they both see you as something of theirs, something to take care of. when it comes to your safety you don't have a say in it at all. if they need to lock you up, they won't hesitate to.

won't admit it, but Asa is more into the trophy spouse vibe than Jesse is. he likes to dress you up in nice clothes and subtly show you off whenever you accompany him to walk the dogs. although not as chatty as Jesse, Asa will occasionally make small talk with neighbors and strangers - often (needlessly) emphasizing that he's just having a quick stroll with his beloved before supper. not-so-subtly walks away with his hand around your waist.

whenever all three of you are about to head out, both of them automatically power-walk to the driver's seat. often times they lose track of whose turn it was to drive, earning a short-lived back-and-forth before deciding to just flip a coin to decide. don't worry, Jesse would have opened the door for you first beforehand.

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May I request the slasher’s reaction to their s/o getting a bad haircut! (btw hope your day/night is going well).

of course! and things have been going well, thank you. 💖

slashers reactions to: their s/o getting a bad haircut

Asa Emory / The Collector

depending on whether or not you actually consulted him beforehand, this could go two ways.

if you didn't, he'd be upset. who gave you permission to have your hair cut? why didn't you ask him first? does he need to remind you of your place again?

Asa might leave you be for a couple of days depending on how drastic the change is. if it can be remedied easily, he'll have you beg for forgiveness but if not - don't be offended when he starts bringing you wigs. actually, he won't care either way. this is your fault.

if it's something you two have talked over then he's a lot more sympathetic about it. especially if you feel insecure over it. it's not so bad actually. if you're lucky you might catch him fiddling with your hair while you sleep.

overall he's indifferent to it. it's just hair? it's not the end of the world. just be thankful that he has no interest in experimenting with hair implants.

Billy Lenz

it might seem like he wouldn't notice but he's actually quite perceptive to these kinds of things. Billy is absolutely the type to notice any sort of physical change no matter how subtle it is.

unsurprisingly, this is because he spends almost all of his time watching you. of course he's bound to notice!

he'll definitely point it out but he'd either be neutral or mildly upset about it. if he dislikes it, you would know immediately because he would pull your hair and demand answers.

if it's not that big of a difference and he's craving a bit of your company Billy would want to brush your hair for you! isn't he sweet? unless of course it gets tangled, then you might actually end up looking worse. (unless you teach him how to do it properly.)

if he's feeling more gracious than usual he might even offer to remedy it! whether or not you decide to indulge him is entirely up to you. there's a slim chance he would actually be good at it but denying him isn't recommended either..

Bo Sinclair

there's no sugar-coating it. Bo will laugh at you. he might even point it out to his brothers if you look especially funny.

did you go to a blind hairdresser? head got stuck in a lawnmower? got attacked by a bunch of bloodthirsty birds? you're never going to hear the end of it. he's never going to let this go even after your hair grows out.

would constantly tease you about it but it's mostly out of love. he might even come up with cute nicknames for you depending on how badly you messed up your haircut.

if someone else tries to make fun of you though that's an entirely different story. only he can call you ugly duckling! if someone else does it then he's ready to crack someone's skull open.

denies he was doing anything to defend you. Bo would just claim that they were being too loud for his liking. it had nothing to do with you. nope. not at all. "it's 'cause your hair's so damn ugly that they died on the spot."

Brahms Heelshire

what have you done?! this is MUTINY! he's been BETRAYED! dramatically reaches out to feel your hair with his trembling fingers.

this is all so wrong... so very wrong. at first he would only be able to stare at you in utter disbelief. as if you've spat at his face and insulted his entire bloodline.

Brahms takes it as a personal attack against him. sure, he can be a handful at times but he'd never thought you'd be this cruel! it might take some thorough explaining that no, actually you hadn't intended to end up like this.

regardless he would be very upset. he's rather fond of your hair and if it was longer before and much shorter now, he might not be able to recover from it until it grows back. Brahms is a bit shallow, you see.

when your hair does eventually grow out expect him to treat you like a ticking time bomb. he can't possibly trust you with keeping it pristine now! it's decided. Brahms would just have to cut your hair for you. unlike Billy though, he has slightly more experience since he cuts his own hair so you might not have to worry too much.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba absolutely adores you either way! literally nothing can convince him otherwise. he might even get upset if you tell him it's ugly. no no no, you can't possibly be ugly! you're his s/o! you look wonderful no matter what!

as for the rest of the family... the twins love it too! they might even call you a trendsetter. they might come off as patronizing if you haven't been around that long to know them but they're actually genuinely into it. it's fun and quirky and nobody else has it! what do you mean you look bad?

Drayton is a lot less enthusiastic about it. he'll throw in an insult here and there but nothing too harsh unless it's getting in the way of your chores. if it bothers you so much he might actually shave all of your hair off. (don't worry! Bubba will protect you!)

if you're adamant about remedying your look then Bubba would offer to help. unfortunately he has little to no experience with cutting hair. he was the one offering his help but.. are you sure you want him to do this? he's more worried about accidentally snipping your ear off than he is ruining your look.

Bubba wouldn't really understand if you happen to be worked up about it. he truly, wholeheartedly thinks that you look gorgeous no matter what you do with your appearance. it's still you under there after all!

Jason Voorhees

he'd be surprised at first but will try to play it cool if you become self-conscious. points at something just above your head. he wasn't staring at your hair, he was looking at...uh. that bird up that tree! it flew away when you looked... too bad..

like Bubba, Jason loves you no matter how you look. big boy does not care at all. things will stay pretty much the same. he’s not the type to make a big deal about it just because you look a little different.

he would make sure to shower you with compliments if he catches you fussing over your appearance though. bring in the gifts! he picked up this cool hat for you, do you want it? how about these hair clips? he wants to help as much as he can.

Jason would not want to fix it for you but it’s not like he can deny you when you’re asking for his help. what if he messes it up? what if you get mad at him? what if he accidentally hurts you? it’s too risky. he doesn’t even know how to! hopefully his many concerns would be enough to convince you to just let it be.

if not, well.. his hands would be trembling the entire time. this poor man would be scared to death to snip even a single strand of your hair. why would you put him through this? not only would it take him hours before doing anything noticeable, he would be in a constant state of dread the entire time.

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

WHEEZE. babe, what happened? who did you offend? he’s very desperately trying not to laugh at you but he’s failing. what a gentleman. Jesse would inspect the damage - totally not struggling to hide his laughter - before claiming that he hadn’t noticed anything until you pointed it out.

he’ll tease you about it, asking if you’ve been out making enemies behind his back. he won’t be as much of an asshole as Bo per se but he’s not about to pass up the opportunity to get a reaction from you.

Jesse is more of a romantic about it, holding you close and placing a palm on your chest. what matters to him is this, he signs. ...your tits. oh and your heart too, but that’s just a bonus. he’s kidding! stop hitting him! (claims to have planned this just to make you smile all along. sneaky bastard.)

if it’s something that bothers you, he’ll have a hairdresser come over for a home service. why are you surprised? were you expecting him to bring you to the salon? the barbers? why would he do something like that? he’s offended!

now you’ve done it - you’ve bruised his ego. the man’s just showing off at this point. within the short period of time the hairdresser took to fix your little problem, Jesse somehow managed to get more people involved. they’re wheeling all sorts of expensive-looking equipment in. one claims they’re a nail technician and the other a masseuse. oh you had plans today? too bad, you're getting pampered and that’s final.

Michael Myers

if it’s really bad then he might let out a small chuckle but that’s pretty much it. the most he’ll do is run his fingers through your hair. Michael doesn’t really care all that much for appearance either.

but he’s not as eager to console you like the rest of the slashers are. if it’s a bad haircut then it’s bad - he’s not the type to beat around the bush. “do you think I look stupid?” he’ll nod. if you react negatively to that he’ll just shrug. you asked! what do you want him to do, lie?

Michael would help you out if you asked but it’s ill-advised. he’s decent with a pair of scissors but he’s going to keep cutting shorter and shorter until you either stop him or you run out of hair. (there’s no guarantee he’ll stop even if you asked nicely.) clearly this is your fault. why would you trust him with a pair of scissors?

this should be obvious but do not let him anywhere near your hair with anything sharp. he might take matters in his own hands if he sees how fixated you are with your haircut. if it’s that bad, he’ll snip away while you sleep. Michael would be careful not to wake you.

overall you’re almost guaranteed to have an awful time if Michael decides he wants to do something about it. he’s not going to make fun of you but you’re going to wish he did instead of butchering your precious mane.

Thomas Hewitt

oh, honey... what happened? he’ll set you on his lap to give you a good look-over. Tommy is not all too concerned about how you look but how you feel about it so he’ll help in any way he can. if you’re upset about it he’ll press a quick kiss on the crown of your head to reassure you.

nothing a little trim can’t fix! as good as he is with his hands, he has almost no experience with hair so he would have to ask Luda Mae for help. he’ll be there too don’t you worry your pretty little head!

Luda Mae would coo at you affectionately, earning a disapproving “tsk, tsk.“ at the poor soul who had done this to you. they would be the talk of the town. if you somehow did this to yourself, then she’ll scold you out of love. why didn’t you ask her instead? after the whole ordeal is sorted out though she’ll beam with pride when you comment on how good it turned out.

Hoyt is most likely going to chide on how badly you messed it up if you were the one responsible but if it was someone else, you best believe he’d be out of the door in search for the s.o.b. what kind of hairdresser would do such a half-assed job?

if you’re not quite close to the family yet, Tommy would do it but he’s unfortunately not as good as Luda Mae. he won’t be as bad as Michael though so you can still save whatever dignity you have left.

Vincent Sinclair

unsurprisingly, he’s the mature one out of the bunch and like Tommy, he’s more concerned about how you feel instead of how you look. he would immediately try to fix it - you won’t even have to ask. Vincent won’t even give you time to actually feel bad about it, that’s how much he cares about you.

he usually doesn’t alter his victims’ appearances so he doesn’t have much experience but he’s not about to tell you that! his caring side would definitely override his lack of confidence. congrats! Vincent does a pretty good job. he would even give you a trim if you asked.

if you somehow ran into his brothers first then there’s no escaping it. Bo’s going to laugh at you. Lester wouldn’t really insult you but he’ll poke fun at you, saying that it would be much easier to find you now, much to Bo’s amusement. luckily for you, they’d made enough ruckus to draw out Vincent.

Vincent wouldn’t necessarily defend you from his brothers, just silently tug you somewhere else - prompting Bo to call him out for being a killjoy. unfortunately since he’s used to his brothers picking at him he’ll expect you to do the same. afterwards he won’t take long to fix your haircut.

this isn’t going to stop Bo from calling you names though. Lester wouldn’t do it but he’s not exactly opposed to what he assumes is just friendly banter. they’re unlikely to cross the line since they know how much you mean to Vincent so unless you’re especially sensitive, then it’s nothing too serious.

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tmi: three’s a crowd - the collector & chromeskull

believe it or not slashers are capable of sharing - some are just better at it than others.

Asa Emory / The Collector & Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

although the two seem to have a lot in common, their personalities are almost exact opposites. Asa likes to have everything planned out while Jesse is more spontaneous. despite being mute, Jesse is a lot chattier and animated compared to Asa. it might seem like two very domineering figures would constantly be fighting to get the most control out of the relationship but they’re surprisingly very civil. they’re actually very fond of each other and are unlikely to fight over your attention. if anything, they’ve probably already synchronized their busy work schedules to spend time with you to ensure that you’re almost never alone.

still, this does not mean they're capable of keeping their jealousy in check. they’re mature about it (most of the time) but if one of them keeps you from the other for too long, things can get a little messy. of course, you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about it. they’ll settle it between themselves like responsible adults. (.i.e. getting into physical fights with each other or seeing who can add to their victim count the fastest.)

Jesse is more prone to it than he’d like to admit since he’s a busy man. Asa on the other hand, being an on-call exterminator, does not have a fixed schedule and is most likely the one who spends more time with you. this doesn’t mean that Asa is any less obsessed about you however, and he will express his disdain over Jesse’s tendency to take you out on impromptu dates without informing him first.

on the rare occasions that neither of them are busy, they would want to just stay at home. Asa is a homebody while Jesse is a bit of a workaholic so he rarely has time to just sit back and relax. cuddling up on the couch while watching tv is one of their favorites. usually it’s the gorey horror movies that Jesse always seems to have something smart to say about. (”that’s not realistic i’ve done that before” or “this guy’s an amateur.”) other times Asa puts on a documentary either about insects or something macabre and surprisingly, Jesse also seems fascinated by it.

these two are the most likely to teach you how to defend yourself given what they’ve gone through - Jesse being betrayed by Preston and Asa being tortured by Arkin. Asa would teach you how to set certain traps, how to command the dogs, handle throwing knives, etc. similarly Jesse would even have custom-made weapons for you and maybe take you to a shooting range to teach you how to use a gun. if you’re already capable of defending yourself, they’ll be a lot more lenient with leaving you by yourself or taking you to where they work.

Asa wouldn’t take you to the hotel even if you asked (this is if you haven’t started as his favorite in the first place.) so naturally, Jesse would most definitely take you there for a surprise visit. no matter how you react, Asa would be pissed that Jesse would take you there without his permission. afterwards though he decides to just might show you two around since you’re already there and all. if you’re not disturbed by this visit then you’ll find yourself spending more time there with Asa than at home. he’s very proud of his art, you see.

Jesse is a bit more reluctant. it’s not like he doesn’t want to show you off - it’s just that he no longer trusts his workers like he used to. you’ll only find yourself there if it’s an emergency or if it’s too risky to leave you at home alone. even then, Jesse limits the people who can actually be in the same room as you. you’ve found out later on that Asa has visited him there on multiple occasions, posing as a fellow cohort to keep tabs on Jesse’s workers. the two have already eliminated potential traitors because of this and it’s surprisingly efficient.

despite their murderous tendencies, the two are actually well-adapted to live the domestic life! Jesse is more prone to hiring other people to do chores/errands for him but since he’s not about to trust anyone anywhere near you or his home, he mostly learns through Asa. Asa pretty much lives a double life and he’s learned to be self-sufficient from a young age due to his past. he appreciates all the help he can get with the house chores but he’s a little sensitive about doing things a certain way. he also got very pissed at Jesse one time for not knowing how to work the washer/dryer despite being the one who bought it.

the only pets that they’ll allow you to “have” are Asa’s dogs. if Asa notices that you’re fond of them, he’ll introduce you. the canines are already familiar with Jesse, he rarely interacts with them unless he has to dog-sit. as much as Asa tries not to get attached due to the nature of his work, he tends to fail miserably since he trains the dogs himself. if you want to lend a hand he’ll be more than happy to indulge you. walking the dogs can be a fun little activity for the two of you. (and Jesse, if he can lower his ego enough to ask if he can tag along.)

ironically enough, these two are quite possibly the best at polyamory despite being two of the most violent and ruthless. this mostly has to do with their mutual desire to have a happy family of their own. they’re quite capable of seeing you as their actual spouse - an addictive taste of normalcy they wouldn’t have achieved through normal means. but since their morals are askew, they’re both very obsessive and prone to violence. they wouldn’t take lightly to being rejected or cheated on. these men are very distrusting enough as they are but make one wrong decision and it could go horribly wrong for you.

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so glad you’re back ♡

thank you! it's good to be back. 💘

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bedtime

→ reader x brahms heelshire x billy lenz → gender neutral reader → one-shot.

"please? we’ve been awfully good.“ the boy pleaded, voice soft in contrast to the towering figure before you. the two had been acting suspicious all afternoon - no arguments, no squabbling or fighting of any sort. it was as if a switch had been flipped and they’d been close friends all this time.

you feel a presence behind you as Brahms shuffled forward. "please?” he repeated, the desperation clear in his voice. the presence draws closer and closer until you feel something solid and warm press against you from behind. Billy’s unusual silence has you worried. usually he was the chattier one.

“but.. I don’t think the three of us can fit in your bed, Brahmsy.” you try to reason out despite the inevitable. you knew it was far too late to try to talk yourself out of this. they already have you cornered.

“we can use your bed.” he lessens the gap between the two of you. the figure behind you makes no move for the time being, save for the hot breath you feel tickling at the back of your neck. “that way Billy doesn’t get those awful nightmares anymore and I don’t have to sleep alone.” he says.

clearly they’ve thought this through, planned ahead enough that they’d play nice for an entire day to have this as their reward: sleeping together in your bed. and who were you to deny that? it was either that or you’d have to face the wrath of a double meltdown.

the word “okay” barely had the chance to slip past your lips as you were swept off your feet, Billy practically trembling with anticipation as he hauls you towards the bedroom. Brahms had pretty much bolted into the room and beat him to it. when Billy had successfully crossed the threshold, he took the liberty of using his own weight to close the door behind him. neither of them had bothered to turn on the light and it was made apparent that you were the odd one out with how you struggled to see in the sudden darkness. Billy had always preferred the dark anyways, rarely going past the shadows unless there was a dire need.

Brahms on the other hand was…. well, Brahms.

still though, this was quickly going to spiral out of control unless you do something about it.“Brahmsy, don’t you need a lamp on?” you try to gamble with them as you feel yourself being placed on the mattress. a pair of hands guide you to what you assumed to be the center of the bed. had they agreed on this too? “no, silly.” he says playfully and you feel a pair of arms from behind you, squeezing you against him. “I have you.” the porcelain mask feels cold against the crook of your neck and you feel the need to press your lips together to keep any sounds from escaping. they’ve thought this through - very thoroughly, in fact. you feel his hot breath against your face before you hear him, the low almost inaudible chuckling. “pretty.. so pretty. pretty piggy.” he drags his knuckles against your cheek tenderly as your eyes start to adjust ever-so-slightly. enough to make out the silhouette of Billy snaking his arms around you with an eager grin plastered on his face. “share… share.” he says, attempting to tug you closer to him whilst Brahms struggled to keep you to himself.

“stop pulling!” it came out in a desperate whine, only to fall on deaf ears. Brahms was growing annoyed by the second while Billy was seemingly unbothered.

it was going to be a long night - and not exactly the kind you had in mind.

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I just read that you’ll be on hiatus after reading a couple fics I stumbled upon but I also really love your blog and writing and I’m willing to wait while I binge all of your fics 💕💕 I hope you have a good day/night

thank you for being so patient with me. it took me some time but I'm back now. 💝

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rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated

hello again. I’ve got a lot of explaining to do. a lot has happened since my last post but I’ll open this up with an apology. I’m sorry for disappearing. I truly didn’t expect people to still be actively following this blog and reblogging my posts. I didn’t intend on abandoning this blog or the idea of a roleplay blog. in fact, I basically had everything up and ready to go until life got in the way. I won’t go into much detail but what I can say is that I’ve finally come to a point where I can be stable enough to start writing again. unfortunately though I’ve become ..very rusty in the many months I’ve been gone so I will need to ease into it again. I haven’t given up on my roleplay blog completely per se, just that I would actually prefer to join an existing roleplay group/tumblr instead of becoming an independent roleplayer.

as for this blog, I’ll still keep accepting requests and interacting with everyone. I haven’t actually gone completely away from tumblr during the months that I was gone. I’ve been here all this time - just... doing other things. I might be closer than you think.

anyways.

I’m open for requests again and maybe some prompts if you have them.

[gravesightings]

payback

→ reader x chromeskull/jesse cromeans → gender neutral reader → tw: blood → one-shot.

the satin sheets glided against your skin with little resistance as you slowly slipped off the bed. your first instinct was to check your phone for any new messages so you did just that, reaching for your phone at the bedside table. the digital clock near it displayed 2:31AM in bright red.

no new messages.

normally he’d be home by now, face buried in your shoulder and long limbs wrapped tightly against your frame. at the very least he could’ve sent a message telling you he’d be out late. it didn’t happen often, but sometimes he spent a little longer than necessary with his… errands.

“where are you?” your fingers quickly went to work, tapping busily on your phone screen as you made your way down to the kitchen for a glass of water. the last message he sent was from hours ago, one saying he was out on a run. in Jesse-speak however, it meant he was out for blood. there had always been some kind of secret language between the two of you since the man was notoriously paranoid.

the phone pings in your hand as soon as you reach the kitchen.

“where are you?”

you furrow your brows at the strange reply. had he possibly copy-pasted your message by accident?

before actually typing something out though you decide to take a few gulps of cold water.

was he messing with you? Jesse had done similar things before after all. something along the lines of “I see you” or “what are you wearing?” this however, seemed… out of character.

before you could ponder more about it, you felt someone grab you. your first instinct is to scream of course, only for it to be cut short when you felt a hand over your mouth.

oh god, were you being attacked? abducted? how did they get past the security system?

adrenaline shot through you in an instant. thinking quick on your feet, you open your mouth wide enough before clamping your teeth down on your attacker’s hand. you bite hard enough until you could to taste blood, earning a muffled grunt from your assailant.

that’s when you realize… you recognize that sound. you unclench your jaw in an instant, head tilting back enough to see the amused face of your lover. the lack of the chrome visage tells you that he’s been home for quite some time now.

“oh god, oh fuck. I’m so sorry-” the apologies began to flood out in an instant as you untangle yourself from his grip, taking his hand in yours now inching towards the sink.

now you’ve done it. you’ve bit Jesse. oh god, you fucked up big time. the sly grin on his face doesn’t reassure you in the slightest.

“why the hell were you sneaking around?” you mumble as you held his hand under the cold running water, the guilt evident in your voice. Jesse seemed unfazed by your apparent distress; in fact, he looked to be more… entertained by it. proud, almost. the fact alone makes you furrow your brows as you walk over to the medicine cabinet, taking a bottle of antiseptic and a roll of bandages.

“I was in the shower.” he signed, “I was going to surprise you in bed but you were gone.” ah, that explains the text.

“alright… but that doesn’t answer my question.” you shot him an accusatory glare before cleaning the wound with a bit of antiseptic. the mild burn doesn’t bother him in the slightest. this was nothing compared to the other wounds he’s had in the past.

Jesse doesn’t answer though, only choosing to flash an innocent smile as you finish bandaging his hand. “still, I really am sorry though…” you trail off, arms reaching out to him almost instinctively. he doesn’t seem to mind, immediately pulling you into a tight embrace.

the warmth engulfs you completely and you can’t help but bury your face against his chest, inhaling deeply. the scent of cedarwood and sage instantly calms you. you had always preferred cuddling up to him before bed rather than before he set off to work. although he never really bitched at you for potentially ruining his suits, you tend to avoid embracing him too tightly whenever he was all dressed up. he pays to have his clothes dry cleaned and all.

and as much as you liked the expensive cologne he wore, there was just something about him showering after a long hard day of work. free from the pressed suits, the genuine leather - all to be ruined by the sickly-sweet smell of copper. there was just something so… domestic about Jesse in a v-neck and sweatpants.

the male pulls away slightly, just enough to study your face up close. “got a little blood on your lip,” he signs. you move your hand up to wipe it off but he stops you, angles your face up nicely so he can lean in close. he rests his forehead against you fondly, taking in the sight of you in clear anticipation.

then he parts his mouth, tongue darting out to lick the blood speckled on your lips. he grins again when he sees the embarrassment, clear as day, plastered on your face.

more. he wants more of it.

Jesse presses his lips against you, hungry and demanding. the grip on your chin grows uncomfortably tight, his other arm moving to circle above your hip.

closer. he wants you pressed up against him.

Jesse almost crushes you against him, selfishly devouring all the delicious whimpers and gasps he earned from you. his mouth feels hot against yours, lips tingling at the sensation of him grazing his teeth ever-so-slightly against the soft flesh. he pulls away as soon as he feels you squirm against him, causing you to utter out a breathy “what the fuck?”

“payback,” he states simply. before you could question him however, he has his face buried at the crook of your neck. “Jesse-” you warn - and yet, you mysteriously can’t bring yourself to tug the man off of you. Jesse pretends not to hear you, instead opting to decorate your jaw with chaste kisses. it’s unlike him to be so gentle with you. his mouth goes down further, leaving a trail of warmth down your neck before dotting your collarbone with more kisses.

the sudden tenderness makes your knees weak, makes you forget to ask him what exactly he meant by “payback.” you circle your arms around his neck, head tilting instinctively to allow him more access. against your skin, you feel the corners of his lips tug into a smirk. …and then you realize what he’s up to.

Jesse’s lips part again but this time you could feel his hot breath against your neck.

oh fuck.

the feeling of his teeth on you causes you to let out a shaky screech, followed by a whine when he began sucking on the very same spot. he feels you squirm against him, your fingers gripping at his clothes for dear life.

and god, does he want more of it. more of you.

he withdraws all of sudden, only to place a gentle kiss at the freshly-bruised mark - almost mockingly, as if it was a kiss to make it feel better. he places another one, and another, then another…

“Jesse, please. I already said I’m sorry -” he has you trapped against the counter this time, face still buried at the crook of your neck. the slight rumble of his chest tells you that he finds it funny, really.

what are you begging for, exactly?

Jesse takes the time to properly feel your body against his, breathing deeply to inhale your scent. there was just something so profoundly domestic about smelling his cologne on you.

[gravesightings]

runt of the litter / pt. 2

→ human!reader x male yautja → gender neutral, they/them → tw: blood, mild gore. → [ 1 / x / x ]

the predator proceeds to eye you up and down, its breath slow and deliberate. they were the proud kind - only going for foes capable of giving them a challenge.

that's why you're not quite sure what to feel when it had decided to slump down on the forest floor, gripping at the particularly large gash on its stomach.

were you being spared?

oh, definitely not. the figure stares at you menacingly once before quickly resuming to tend to its own wounds. it doesn't seem to have much effect. there was already a pool of its own blood forming onto the soil below.

perhaps it was because you weren't running? what's the fun in chasing game if they don't run, after all? but you've spent far too long on this planet needlessly looking for answers, for comparisons. although not physically - they weren't too far off from humans. you’ve already covered that.

the being shifts uncomfortably when you approach, clearly unalarmed but still attentive. you're sure their kind is more used to humans in the form of military buffs and the like. to say you were smaller in comparison would be an understatement. it seemed to look at you strange when it had noticed both your arms were raised, free of any weapons you clearly possessed.

"I - um, I'm sure you can understand me," your voice comes out more stable than you expected. the injured alien wordlessly stares back at you even as you move to its side. the few seconds of silence is equally tense for the both of you.

the air feels .... awkward.

it seemed to sense that you had no intention of attacking - but seeing how rigid it held its position makes it clear that it's just waiting for you to make the wrong move. one wrong move and it'll tear your spine out from where you kneeled, no weapons required.

"can," your own voice rings out from before you, allegedly coming from the helmet it wore. "understand." it repeats with a hint of static this time. it doesn't come as a surprise. you've seen this trick so many others with it before. has it always been this easy to communicate with them?

"if you let me, I can help you." the creature doesn't move a muscle at first so you decide to press a little further. "please," it flinches slightly when you move to pull out the bandages you had stored, claws bared and ready to attack.

it recognizes the words "please" and "help" more than anything - though not particularly in that context. had his gear malfunctioned? translated it wrong by any chance? there weren't any risks to take. humans are infamously crafty however, but again he could very easily snap your neck in a blink if necessary.

the creature stirs again, bloodied hands raising as the many wires on its helmet come off with a prominent hiss. never before had you seen them up close like this. as soon as the helmet is lowered, more of its fluorescent blood comes trickling down. one eye is missing, though the other continues to watch you with great intensity.

you take it as a subtle cue to proceed. either that or it was preparing to skin you alive before eating you. the latter seems more plausible but still you move to pull out more of your supplies regardless. the alien only blinks in disbelief at your horribly misplaced generosity.

the amount of time you've spent on this planet remains a mystery to you. stealth was absolutely paramount to your survival. people from the previous groups were impatient - so eager to find quick solutions and throw each other under the bus to guarantee their own safety. while you were taking extra precautions, putting in the effort to experiment with the local flora and fauna. it certainly pays off to be paranoid.

the clicking rouses you from your thoughts, your attention shifting from the now perfectly-sewn gash on its stomach back up to its face. was it trying to communicate with you? the chittering continues despite your visible confusion.

"I really hope you're not calling your friends to come and eat me." you could only joke half-heartedly at the ridiculous situation. their kind have been killing people for sport for eons and here you were caked in alien blood and dried mud, trying to communicate despite the language barrier. you could pretty much hear your ancient ancestors yelling at you from their respective graves.

the alien responds with a universal side-eye, making it a point to look at you from head-to-toe as if to mock your size. "what, too small for you? not very filling?" you let out a scoff but you keep yourself from getting too comfortable. it responds with another chorus of chitters and clicks you don't understand. this one is playful, it seems.

with the biggest wound now nicely closed up, you turn your attention back to its face again. for something pretty much bathing in its own blood, it doesn't seem to be in a state of panic. the concern on your face was plain as day however. it looked like a gunshot wound.

"your eye. was it uh-" you raise your hand to inspect the wound, but freeze midway. "did you get shot?" the question seems obvious - there were bullet holes scattered all over its body. "I mean, in the eye." it looks puzzled at first, but gives a single nod in response.

there was one main concern however: did it go through? if the bullet was still lodged in there somewhere it could do some serious damage. obviously you didn't want to just start digging in there with your bare hands - god knows if you'll ever get them back.

with great caution you raise a clean rag near the bloodied socket, wiping the surrounding area with a slight tremble of your hand. its mandibles clicking against each other causes you to hold your breath again, but you continue despite your tangible fear.

your companion falls silent all of a sudden, making you instantly wary of your surroundings. the hair on the back of your neck stands and it instinctively puts you into stealth mode. you know from experience it's harder for them to detect you when you're calm. however you're not sure what good it'll do in this situation. surely they can hear each other too, right?

the predator before you jolts upright in an instant, the abrupt movement sending you flat on your ass. from where you were sitting you could clearly see where you went wrong. it stood upright before you, appearing good as new now that it wasn’t in danger of bleeding to death.

it.... used you, hadn't it? a lump begins to form in your throat. is this how you were going out? so ....disgustingly humane of you to treat a predator with kindness.

a clawed hand reaches for you but you've got no fight left in you to run away. how long have you been here again? maybe you should have kept track after all. the predator lifts you from the collar of your shirt, lifting you off the ground with little effort.

both your hands shoot up immediately, gripping at its arm in an attempt to balance yourself. in a fit of anger you glare at the figure before you, feeling utterly betrayed despite the obvious path you chose to take. though surprisingly the creature was looking past you, eye seemingly fixated on something beyond the trees.