Thomas Hewitt
Michael Myers
Jason Voorhees
Brahms Heelshire
Bo Sinclair
Vincent Sinclair
Lester Sinclair
Bubba Sawyer
Billy Lenz
Asa Emory (The Collector)
Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)
Otis Driftwood
Baby Firefly
Yautja (Predator)
So, if any of you read my post “The Devil you Know” an Otis Driftwood oneshot, you might remember I mentioned it being a part of a larger plot I’ve been thinking about.
I was wondering if there would be any interest in the full thing.
It would be a more ‘realistic’ Otis romance, very dark.
It would follow the main character/reader being captured by the family and their journey into Stockholm syndrome. It would involve abuse, torture, rape/non-con, and everything else that Otis is known for. There would be some fluff and stuff later on once the reader gets deeper into the Stockholm syndrome, but it’s a dark one.
Would anyone be interested in reading that or…
(Also, hi again, still not dead, just super busy with life so when it comes to writing I’m just focusing on bigger projects when I have the time. Still love you all tho!!!) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
CW: Typical Otis things, violence, death, threats, Stockholm Syndrome, manipulation
Not really happy with how this came out but here's a little snippet from a larger story that's been whirling around in my head for a bit!
The door creaked on its hinges, the light breeze causing it to repeatedly tap against the wall. It was open and the road was right there, stretching out endlessly. Even RJ’s truck was sitting beside the house, keys probably still in the ignition.
The door was open, the road was right there, and so was a truck. And yet your feet remained glued to the floor.
All you had to do was move, one foot in front of another. Get to the truck. Even if there were no keys, you could run. Even if it was hopeless, not another soul for miles, you could try. You should try.
Instead, you just stood in the doorway, staring out as all hell broke loose in the basement.
You weren’t completely sure what was going on down there and you didn’t want to think about it too hard. RJ had towed a car up to the house, a young couple having car troubles and needing some assistance. Some good old southern hospitality. You wished you could have warned them, but you hadn’t dared say anything. You couldn’t, not when Mama was fussing over how kind you are for bringing these strangers some refreshing lemonade. Not when Otis was still eyeing you from his seat until you set the tray down as he could pull your stiff frame down onto his lap.
They were all busy now, dealing with their latest victims. They were all busy and you were unsupervised. You could run. Should run.
You remained still. The outside seemed too vast, too impossible.
You were snapped out of your warring thoughts when a strong hand grabbed you by the arm and spun you around.
You recognized the face immediately, the man that RJ brought in. He was a large man, who seemed even larger as he loomed over you, which was probably how he had managed to get back upstairs in the first place.
Blood pounded in your ears so you couldn’t make out what he was saying. You watched his mouth moving, trying to make sense of it but he was talking too fast. Even though you could hear what he was saying, you read his expression.
He was angry. Fearful, sure, but also furious.
His grip on your arm tightened, not loosening when you flinched and hissed. It would add to the litany of bruises, you were sure.
As he tugged you towards him, you acted reflexively. You thrashed to get out of his hold and attempted to pry his hand off of you, digging your nails into his hand and arm hard enough to draw blood.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
You could finally make out some of his words, the harshness of them making you panic more. The feeling of being trapped, his bruising grip on your arm, the way he grabbed at you with his other hand.
“Get off me!” You fought and shouted, cheeks sticky with tears.
But this man was larger than you, stronger than you, and easily knocked the wind out of you by slamming you into the wall beside the open front door. Pinning you there.
Suddenly his grip went limp and the anger faded from his eyes, his words falling silent.
Your chest was heaving with uneasy breaths as the man collapsed to his knees before falling over on his side, blood pooling around his body and seeping into the floorboard.
Your vision was hazy, the whole room spinning around you.
The only thing in perfect focus was Otis. Standing just behind where the other man had been with a dark look on his face. He was covered in grime and blood, his knife left behind in the spine of the corpse at your feet.
“O-Otis…”
He said something, his lips were moving but you couldn’t hear anything just like before. The ringing in your ears even louder now. You watched, eyes wide and hands shaking, as Otis spat at the corpse, his words coming harsher even if you couldn’t really make them out. He was baring his teeth now.
The walls were still spinning and the floor was moving, the only constant was Otis.
He was your anchor.
You didn’t even realise you were moving until it was too late, your body acting on instinct. You managed not to trip over the body between you both before yours collided with Otis, your arms clinging around his waist and your eyes squeezed shut.
“Otis, he…I…what…”
Clinging to Otis’ steady frame, you feel still finally. You could still smell the gore on him but it reminded you of where you were, it grounded you. It anchored you even more when you felt his arms slow encircle your body.
“Don’t go crying on me, darlin’,” his voice was teasing, almost mocking, but you didn’t care. The threat was gone and the world was steady, you could breathe easily again. Nothing else mattered.
“Shush, Bunny, everything’s alright now,” Otis cooed, actually managing to soothe you some despite his sarcastic drawl.
It shouldn’t have brought you any comfort and yet it did. There was a time where those very words would have made your skin crawl, but now you found yourself burying your face further into Otis’ sullied shirt.
Seemingly seeing no further need to indulge your need for affection or reassurance, Otis unwound his arms from you and pushed you away by your shoulders.
For the first time you were able to catch him off guard, moving with lightning speed as you clutched at his arm. “Please, don’t. Otis, don’t leave, I’ll do anything, please, just…” you could already feel your breath quickening again in panic.
“Aw, silly Bunny,” Otis smirked with too many teeth, his eyes glinting with mischief. “C’mon, Mama will sit with ya.”
“No,” you felt a sob catch in the back of your throat, suddenly desperate to not have Otis out of your sight. He was the only thing keeping you stable.
“Oh, you just want Ol’ Otis all to yourself,” Otis’ smirk somehow grew as he dragged a calloused thumb over your cheekbone, wiping away the fresh tears, the drying blood on his hand leaving a pink streak in its wake. “Why didn’t ya just say so? You can help me deal with this fucker then, then we can check in on Baby. She’s playing with his little bitch right now, maybe she’ll save some of the fun for us.”
Your stomach churned at the thought of actually partaking in the horrors that the Firefly family enacts but the dread you felt from the thought of leaving Otis’ side was overwhelming.
You nodded shakily before you could stop yourself.
Blood and gore squelched under your feet at Otis led you away from the still open front door but you clung to his hand all the same. Otis was dangerous and you had almost forgotten just how dangerous everything else could be.
Otis was deranged and dangerous and you never really knew when he would snap but he also protected you. He didn’t let anyone touch what belonged to him, so as long as you were in his clutches, you were safe from everything but him.
Slashers with a significant other who is a cam girl and wants them to be in one of their videos? 💃
2 posts in 2 days who do I think I am? See ya'll in a year! /j
CW: NSFW
You do Cam Work and Ask the Slashers to be in your Videos:
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas is pretty conservative when it come to sex and such, but he's come around to your cam work, especially since you let him help with the details.
You like when he picks what you were or what scene you might do. You made Thomas feel like a part of it and that made him comfortable with it.
Still, he's very surprised when you ask if he wants to do a video with you. He refuses immediately and you respect that.
You ask again a while later but with more details. Like nobody would know who he was, you would keep his face out of the shot, and the two of you will do whatever he is comfortable with.
Your first video with him is of you riding him. His head isn't in the shot but the rest of his frame is. The size difference goes hard and your audience agrees.
Thomas is a flustered mess when you sit to read with comments with him. Everyone is talking about the new man in your video, gushing about how big he is and how attentive he is. Even with his size it seems your audience could sense his gentle soul, commenting on the chemistry you both have and how they would love to see him again!
Thanks to all the lovely comments, Thomas agrees to do another video even if he doesn't see himself putting his face on camera any time soon.
Michael Myers
Michael honestly does not care that you do cam work.
When you first ask him to be in a video, he pretty much ignores it.
But when you ask again some time later he doesn't see why not.
As long as his face isn't in the video or anything, you can film it, he doesn't really care.
The videos you make with him afterwards are pretty similar to your first video with him.
Usually you bent over while Michael fucks you to tears.
Michael is barely in the shot most of the time. Sometimes it just a close up on you, other times it includes Michael but only ever getting at high as his chest.
Everyone is obsessed with your mystery man. Where did he come from? What was that scar from? Can we see more of him please!!!
Jason Voorhees
We all know that Jason's comfort levels with sex is extremely low and it takes a while for him to become comfortable with physical intimacy. So cam work is certainly going to take some time for him to come around to.
And once he's become more comfortable with that, it's going to take a whole lot longer before he feels comfortable being in a video.
When he does decide to give it a go, he is a real hit!
He refuses to show his face on camera and you do whatever it takes to make sure he is as comfortable as possible.
Before Jason says you can use his name in videos and descriptions, your audience referred to him as 'the gentle giant', which is completely accurate!
No matter your usual content, Jason is nothing but gentle with you when he's in a video.
Brahms Heelshire
Watches your videos over and over again, he loves them. He'll watch you record them and watch them later once you've posted them. He can't get enough.
He's already got his pants off when you ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. You end up fucking even though you're not filming it.
He actually doesn't have much of a problem with having his face on camera. He's still a little insecure about his facial burns but you have alleviated most of that by this point.
And after the first video and he reads all those positive comments. Some are as horny for him as they are for you.
Fully embraces his new pornstar identity. He's insufferable.
He'll be in any video you want and your audience love watching you take care of your needy brat.
Bo Sinclair
Bo is in fully support of your work, it brings some money in and he gets to watch your videos. Even if his possessiveness still often gets the better of him. Whenever he reads comments of people praising you, Bo has an insatiable need to bend you over something just to prove a point.
Gets all cocky and arrogant when you ask if he wants to be in a video.
Needless to say, he agrees to do it.
And he takes to it pretty easily. He knows how to get all of his favourite reactions from you, how to get you pleading and begging for him, and he wants everyone watching to know.
Bo is arrogant and always smirking when the camera is on but it performs well.
He likes to how the camera and film himself entering you. He really does have a terrible ego.
Vincent Sinclair
It gets Vincent flustered, he could admit that, but he appreciates the artistic side of it all. It takes more effort and consideration than one might think!
He likes helping you get ready for a video and taking care of you afterwards.
He's hesitant when you first ask if he wants to be in a video. A part of him wants to do it with you but he's not confident enough in himself.
But he loves making you feel good and at this point he knows he's good at it, so he gives it a try. You can film them without posting them after all, like practise runs.
He may never show his face but he doesn't mind having his body on camera. Sometimes he even just hides his face with his hair instead of keeping his head out of the shot completely.
On Vincent's more self-conscious days, he'll film close ups of him fingering you instead.
He's very good with his hands and your audience agrees. They are very jealous of you.
Lester Sinclair
Lester is pretty neutral on your work, but of course he absolutely loves your videos.
He's mostly just surprised and flustered when you first ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. He thinks you're perfect so he understands why people would want to watch you, but he doesn't really see why people would want to watch him.
But he still agrees to it because he's your biggest supporter!!!
Your audience love the chemistry and intimacy between you both, leaving comments about how real your videos feel.
The videos that perform best are usually the ones where the two of you forgot you were even filming, just giggling together and enjoying each other. Lester gets all nervous and shy when the camera turns on, which is adorable, but forgetting that the camera is there really does help him perform better, the sweetheart.
Your audience love your more thought out and planned videos but appreciate the occasional more relaxed video with your sweet boyfriend.
Bubba Sawyer
Super flustered by your work but he's supportive.
Is super surprised and nervous when you ask if he wants to be in a video.
He agrees to give it a try once you explain that you can always delete it and nobody has to see it if he changes his mind or doesn't like it.
Bubba is just a big sweetie really, and you know just how to turn him into a squirming, blubbering mess.
And your audience love to watch you do it!
In later video's you do, you use the viewers' comments to fluster him even further. Using all the kindest and sweetest comments that say how lovely he is .
Come on, Bubs, they love you, they're being so nice. Why don't you say thank you?
Billy Lenz
Billy loves watching your videos and when you ask if he wants to be in a video with you, he is so excited!
He's completely down to make some home videos but he's a little unsure about putting it online for other people to see.
So you make it so his face isn't visible and let him watch the final edit before uploading it. He thinks it's so hot, he can't say no.
Honestly, you could do really well with just audios alone though. People will go wild for it. Billy unable to keep his mouth shut, all those desperate moans and whines and noises, the sticky wet slapping of skin. Honestly, a video element is just a bonus at this point.
And who gets off to the video the most? Billy obviously!
Asa Emory (The Collector)
Asa monitors your accounts anyway, even if you don't know it. He wants to know what you're posting and how people are responding. Don't want any bullies or trolls, right?
He's probably tried to manipulate you into suggesting it anyway.
He doesn't have much of a problem with your cam work, he's just a possessive bastard and would love to claim you in front of your entire audience.
The mask stays on!
Okay, he designs a new mask to avoid any chance of self criminalisation but whatever.
You two can make it big in BDSM communities.
Ties you up, blindfolds you, gags you. Whatever he feels like, but often seems to focus the camera on your reactions rather than on what he is doing to you. Studying his favourite little specimen.
Your audience already adored you of course, but they also love this new Dom you brought it.
There is no doubt as to who you belong to now.
Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)
Obviously Jesse has no problem with being on camera and he already has a pretty big ego, so he'll probably even wear the Chromeskull mask. It's his signature whether it's for his snuff films or your cam work.
Like Asa, you do absolute numbers in the BDSM community. Everyone is very pleased with his fully suited up, masked Dom that you brought in.
He already has his Chromeskull persona all fleshed out so he just brings that energy to your videos.
He's a sadistic Dom and you might have to upload an Aftercare video at some point just to reassure your more loyal audience that you're alright and always well taken care of afterwards.
Otis Driftwood
Is obviously a fan of your videos and isn't going to stop you from making them. You aren't actually fucking anyone else, so he's cool with it. And if he feels particularly jealous or possessive at some point, he knows he's the only one who can actually pin you down and have his way with you.
Oh yeah, he's down to make a few videos with you. He's probably got some old tapes of his own somewhere, long forgotten. He's not shy.
Says the filthiest shit, it kinda becomes his think on your platform.
Otis can be absolutely disgusting but, fortunately, there is an audience for that and they flood to your videos.
Calls you all sorts of names, asks you if you get off on knowing everyone is going to watch him fuck you. That everyone is going to see all the things you let him do to you.
Baby Firefly
Baby loves that you do cam work, she loves performing. She happily does your hair and makeup, she helps you pick out costumes and which toys you'll use in that video.
Hell, she's even filmed a video or two for you!
She's your number one supporter so of course she jumps on camera as soon as you ask if she wants to be in a video.
The two of you are all dolled up and she's magnetic, the audience love her as much as they love you.
The two of you are absolute menaces if you decide to do a livestream, pulling in huge donations because Baby is going to pout and taunt. Why should the two of you put on a show if they're not showing their appreciation properly?
Baby is the type to respond to very low donations with "it's alright, you can just say you're poor". She never promised to play nice and she just thinks you're worth more than that!!!
You end up apologising for her.
People are into it though.
Yautja (Predator)
Your mate doesn't quite get it but he's cool with it.
Is hard as soon as you ask if he wants to be in a video. Yautja's aren't very conservative or prudish when it comes to sex and nudity, so you weren't too surprised.
He loves the thought of taking you, of claiming you, and everyone knowing that you're his mate. That he's a worthy mate for you.
Even when he's a regular feature in your videos, he doesn't completely understand it, he just knows he's into it.
Everyone loves to watch you try to take him fully, the struggle, the determination, the satisfaction when you manage it.
You have cornered the Monster Fucker market. They don't know if it's real, if it's a very elaborate costume, or very realistic animation, either way they are eating it up.
All the other performers who use alien dildos and such are super jealous, obviously.
I just come in and out of existence as the universe allows 😂
I've been in a writing rut for a while (as I'm sure you all know) I just really wanted to write something so I was going through old drafts and asks until something stood out.
Billy Lenz wanting yet struggling to be intimate with his S/O because he’s got it hammered into his head that even his most basic desires are filthy? Where he spouts in detail what he’d do over the phone yet can’t bring himself to do anything in reality because he believes he’s gross and doesn’t deserve it and is afraid he’d just hurt his S/O in the process.
Thank you for your time, I love your stories, and congrats!!
Ya'll mind if I just drop in?
Was in the mood to make Billy wet and pathetic soooo it turned out softer than I originally planned.
CW: Panic attack, Self-harm (hair pulling, scratching, skin picking), sexual elements (no nsfw), illusion to past child abuse.
Billy Lenz Thinks he's Bad:
Billy hadn't been exactly what you were expecting when you first met him face to face. He had been vulgar over the phone, telling you about his cock and all the things he wanted to do to you before you even learnt his name. You had expected him to be the exact same pervert in person, not that you would have complained about that.
Instead, he had been hesitant to get closer than a couple of feet from you. He was flighty, always ready to duck and run at the slightest thing. The first time you had touched his shoulder, he had jumped away with wide eyes like he was assessing whether you were a threat or not.
You had come a long way since, Billy welcomed your touch now. Loved cuddling with you and holding your hands and when you played with his hair. You had even got in a few kisses, though surprisingly chaste.
Surprisingly, despite still be shy in person, he was feral over the phone. He still said the foulest things to you, made all sorts of promises, and made the most pathetic little sounds when you returned his efforts.
You hadn't gotten much explanation for his strict division of himself until one quiet evening. All the curtains were drawn and there was an old rom-com on the Tv, something the two of you could watch with ease, but mostly ignore as you cuddled up together.
About twenty minutes into the film, Billy had started nuzzling against your neck sweetly, like he just wanted to be closer to you. You had ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, and he had hummed happily against your skin.
When he had lifted his face, eyes all soft and vulnerable because he knew he was safe, you had stolen a quick kiss. Short and sweet, chaste.
It had been Billy who lent back in for more and it had been Billy who poked his tongue out to lick at your lips. You let him in, of course, unable and unwilling to refuse him. It had been him who had pushed closer, kisses becoming sloppy and hands beginning to roam.
You hummed into his mouth, letting him push closer until you were reclining against the arm of the couch while Billy nearly laying on top of you.
The way he kissed and the way he touched, it was all so needy, so desperate. The way he nipped and licked at your lips and teeth, or the way he grasped at your clothes or the softness of your stomach and hips. Finally, he was letting himself go, letting himself loose on you.
At least, he had been, all until his hips had jolted forward of their own accord. You felt his hardness press against your thigh and then everything was gone, all the warmth radiating off of Billy's body was absent in the blink of an eye.
Blinking yourself back into awareness, confused as to what had just happened. You pushed yourself up on your hands, frowning when you saw Billy curled up on the other end of the couch.
He had pulled his knees up to his chest, holding himself as tight as possible, curling his fingers in his hair and tugging as he muttered into his worn jeans.
"Billy?" you shifted closer, getting up on your knees, but paused immediately when Billy flinched and curled up even tighter.
You settled down on your knees, hands in your lap, as to not spook him by getting any closer. He clearly needed his space right now.
"Billy, are you alright?" you asked gently, the sound of the Tv turning into a drone somewhere else in the room.
Billy shook his head, fingers curling tighter in his hair, tugging from the roots.
"It's alright, Billy, everything's alright-"
"No!"
You fell silent, chest aching, unable to hear what Billy was frantically muttering to himself. He never raised his voice at you like that, and he sounded so distraught.
"No? Why? What's wrong?"
"Bad..." Billy muttered, pressing his face harder against his knees. "Bad Billy."
You frowned to yourself. You knew Billy could be hard on himself, he had dropped a glass early on in your relationship and he had scrambled to clean up. Chastising himself, apologising, hands bleeding from clumsily picking up the shattered glass. But those moments usually made some sort of sense, you weren't sure what had set him of this time.
"You didn't do anything wrong," you tried to reassure him without sounding too confused, you didn't want him to feel judged.
"Naughty. Dirty," Billy spat, changing his tone like he was imitating somebody else speaking. Like he was repeating something he had heard somebody else say. "Billy's wrong."
"Billy, there is nothing wrong with you, nothing wrong with what we were doing."
Billy violently shook his head, surely pulling more on his hair. "Billy's bad! Billy's dirty!"
It was clear that you weren't getting anywhere with this, you needed to break him out of wherever he was in his head right now. "Alright, Billy. Look at me, please look at me."
Your voice was soft and warm, encouraging to peer at you over his knees.
"There you go," you smiled, wanting him to see that you weren't upset with him. "I promise that you did nothing wrong. You don't have to be scared of anything and you don't need to hurt yourself."
His eyes were big and wet, his lip quivering. "...but I'm dirty..."
Billy was still tugging at his hair, something he had a bad habit of doing when his head was getting too loud. He had a few little habits like that when he got anxious, like scratching himself or picking at his fingernails until they bleed.
"C'mon, give me your hands, that can't feel good," you cooed, holding your hands out in front of you.
He eyed them at first and when he felt certain that they weren't going to lash out at him, Billy released his hair and put his shaky hands in yours.
"It's alright, we don't have to do anymore," you promised. "Forget about being bad or good, just tell me...did what we were doing feel good?"
Despite looks properly ashamed of himself, Billy nodded. Good, that was a good start.
"Good. It felt good for me too," you told him. He seemed to relax a little, but he still seemed confused.
"But-"
"There's nothing wrong or dirty about it, okay? Those desires are perfectly normal, I feel them too," you insisted before he could spiral again.
"You do?" he asked shyly, almost as if surprised, as if you hadn't reciprocated every advance he made.
"Of course I do. And I feel them for you," you couldn't help but smile despite the ache in your chest when you managed to make Billy blush. He could be so adorable.
Now that he seemed a little more at ease, you decide to dig a little deeper. "You know all those things you say on the phone?" you asked carefully.
You felt his hold on your hands tighten nervously. "Dirty, filthy things," Billy chastised himself.
"...maybe, some might think that," you couldn't really deny that, but you wished you could explain that it wasn't always a bad thing. "But I say those things back, right?"
Billy nodded, he loved all your filthy, nasty words when he called.
"I am bad and dirty?"
Billy seemed to take a moment to think before shaking his head, his brow furrowing as he knew this contradicted his own chastising.
"I like all the things you say, and even if they are a little dirty, they make me feel good," you admitted, stroking your thumbs over the back of his hands in a soothing manner.
"...make me feel good too," Billy confessed quietly, a step in the right direction.
"Good," you smiled, feeling so proud of him. "There's nothing wrong with you, Billy. I don't know who told you that but they were wrong, you don't have to be afraid with me, alright?"
You had picked up enough fleeting comments and murmurs to put some of the pieces together and come up with your own theories but Billy never talked about his past. No further back than the previous residents of the house anyway, definitely not his childhood.
Billy nodded, his shoulders finally coming down from his shoulders and his legs falling away from his chest.
"Maybe we can practise talking about those desires another time, face to face, and you can see that it's perfectly safe and good," you suggested, thinking it might be a good exercise for the two of you.
Billy didn't seem fully convinced though, still looking unsure, like it might be a trap.
"We'll do it together. You trust me, yeah?"
"'course," Billy nodded eagerly.
His hands squeezed yours almost rhythmically. You knew what he needed.
"Cuddle?"
Billy nodded even more eagerly before practically throwing himself into your arms. As he buried his face against your shoulder, thankful to have you, you wrapped your arms around him and stroked soothing circles against his back.
How would a male yautja react to being peppered in kisses and babied with mountains of praise all because he got hurt during a hunt?
Your Yautja Mate Being Spoilt After a Hunt:
At first, he's offended.
He assumes your praise and fussing are you babying him, thinking he isn't strong enough to handle it on his own, that a little bit of pain would be his downfall.
He has acquired many injuries in his life, many of witch have left scars behind. Each scar he wears proudly, each evidence of all the fights he had won.
When you got an injury, you tended to it and moved on. The pain barely even registered with him anymore.
So, he assumes you think he's weak and unable to look after himself, unable to protect you, a poor hunter and fighter.
But you're just cooing at him, cradling his head in your arms and peppering kisses over his face. All of your words were kind, your concern genuine but not accusing him of being weak.
You were lathering him with praise, gushing about how strong and brave he was, how impressive his hunt was.
It almost feels like too much, like it might be insincere, but he knows it isn't.
He remembers that you're human, that your culture is very different to his. When you see a loved one wounded, your instinct is to care for them unlike Yautjas with other adults.
And he does adore all of your affection and softness.
So he leans into your touches, purring when you kiss his face, preening when you stroke your hands over him.
He might not actually be hurt but he'll let you think he is if you're going to give him so much attention.
If anyone else where to treat him like this, he'd bristle and snarl, but your intentions are so sincere and caring.
"Such an impressive hunt, I knew I chose well. Such a strong and capable mate. Let me tend to you."
Yes, he was the perfect mate for you. Perfect for protecting and loving you.
Another purr vibrates up and out of his chest as he nuzzles at your skin.
You can offer to get him food or check his wound, but he grabs hold of you and nuzzles closer.
He really is fine but would never turn down your affection, so why don't you just keep being the sweetest mate ever.
Tagged by the always lovely @tears-of-amber to name five songs I actually listen to, but I'm literally constantly listening to music so here's just a few I've had on repeat today:
I don’t know if you’ve done this before but what about period sex? 🥺 I feel like the slashers are so used to blood it wouldn’t be upsetting to them. (Preferably with Thomas Hewitt because he’s my current hyper-fixation)
I honestly can't remember if I've written this. I thought I had but I can't find but even if I have, I'll happily write it again! Period sex had become a recent interest of mine to be honest...
Period Sex with The Slashers (NSFW):
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas is phased by blood in the slightest, he's been working with it since he was old enough to work after all. However, it's different when it's you that bleeding!
He panics at the slightest sign of you being hurt, always wanting to protect you.
I doubt he has any real knowledge about periods, maybe he knows that some people have them but he definitely doesn't know much more than that.
When you're on your period, he likes to fuss over you and make sure you're alright. Especially after you explained everything about your experiences and if you have bad cramps.
You have to be the one who brings up the idea of having sex when you're on your period, because he definitely won't.
You're bleeding there! He assumes that because you're bleeding it would hurt, which you figure makes sense but you'll explain that you might be more sensitive but it won't be painful.
Thomas just need some reassurances that he's not going to hurt you or anything, and becomes more eager when you mention that orgasms can actually help ease cramps.
The blood doesn't bother him at all, he's not in the slightest bit put off or grossed out, it barely even registers with him once he's reassured that you're not in pain. But he still makes sure to be extra careful with you.
You just seem so...raw, that it could be painful. So, he'll just go slow and be careful.
Since he has absolutely no problem with blood, he will go down on you with as much enthusiasm as any other day. He doesn't mind getting his hands or face dirty.
Michael Myers
Michael has no problem with the sight of blood. In face, it might even lean in the other direction.
The blood doesn't put him off, it actually entices him. Gets his blood pumping like those moments before a hunt.
You might not even have to bring up the subject. He's still plenty open for sex, no matter how heavy your flow.
Still, he's not exactly educated about periods so might assumed your injured. But once he knows you're unharmed, he just shrugs it off as mostly unimportant. Is still going to be interested in sex as he is any other day. More so maybe.
Michael loves to smear the blood around, to have his hands coated in it, smearing bloody handprints over your hips and legs and everywhere else on your body. He has no interest in keeping things clean and tidy, it's a waste of time to even lay a towel down to be honest.
He doesn't take it easy on you either, even if you are feeling more raw and sensitive. In fact, he's only encouraged by your increased squirming and the sounds you make.
Jason Voorhees
Oh sweet Jason.
Sex is already a taboo thing to him, at least in the beginning of your relationship, and so are periods.
You've helped him so much when it comes to having a healthier relationship with sex and you've also taught him plenty about periods, because he wanted to learn, wanted to help you.
Jason always treats you like you're ill when you're on your period, wanting to dote on you and make sure those cramps aren't bothering you too much.
The thought of having sex with you on those days doesn't even occur to him. Not because he thinks it's gross or because he has a phobia of blood, but because he figures it would harm you in some way. I mean, you are bleeding and Jason has only ever associated blood with pain and violence and death. Not exactly sexy.
And when you make a move on him, he's more surprised than anything. You want to do that with him while you're bleeding?
Just very worried and concerned for your wellbeing.
Once you reassure him, he's willing to try it, though. You wouldn't lead him wrong, after all.
He'll lay down the towels and be gentle with you, every touch feather light and tender.
He's not really into the blood, more just unbothered by it. It's there but he doesn't care, it's not a turn on or a turn off.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms is a horny bastard and if you think some blood is going to put him off, you clearly don't know him well.
Blood doesn't phase him anyway, so it's really not a problem.
You don't have to reassure him or anything, he's already tugging your underwear down.
He doesn't care about making a mess, about staining sheets or surfaces that you will have to clean later.
Doesn't have many feelings about the blood itself other than enjoying the feeling of it, warm and wet.
Will dip a finger in the blood and draw a little pattern on your stomach, just for the fun of it.
Also won't care about washing up before going to sleep, curling himself around you and drifting off while his thighs are still smeared with your drying blood.
You'll have to fight him into the shower, either before he falls asleep or in the morning. Which, of course, only leads into another round but at least he's a little cleaner now.
Bo Sinclair
Bo loves marking you up, claiming you as his.
The two of you might have even given blood play a try before. Bo's definitely into it and has fantasied about it at least.
He's an asshole when you're on your period, always blames your bad mood on it, and is just a general menace.
He's also a huge tease, especially if he knows you get horny on your period.
He'll have you against the kitchen counter, push a hand under your waistband, bring you to the edge of orgasm before slipping his hand out and sucking the blood from his fingers. Leaving you flustered and unsated.
And when he does fuck you, he can't take his eyes off of where you're connected, of where the blood smears over you both.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent isn't so interested in blood but he's seen more than enough so that it doesn't faze him.
So, he's not put off by you bleeding, he's just more concerned than anything.
If you're uncomfortable or in pain, his mind isn't going to sex. So, you'll probably have to be the one to initiate it.
He's not off put but it, just fusses to make sure you're certain and that it won't hurt you in anyway.
Puts all his focus in making sure you're comfortable.
Despite not being interested in blood in any sexual way, he does get a little curious. It's something new to explore with you and he's intrigued.
He's not very messy with it but finds that he does kind of like the way it stains the inside of your thighs at least.
Cleans you up so tenderly afterwards until there isn't a trace of blood left, just being his sweet self.
Lester Sinclair
Lester is not in anyway phased by dirt or blood or being messy in anyway.
It's not a flattering comparison but he handles roadkill everyday, he's not doing to be bothered by some blood.
The only reason he doesn't really consider having sex during those times is because he assumes you wouldn't want too. Just kinda assumed you don't desire it during that time, especially if you've ever mentioned being in pain with cramps or feeling 'gross' in someway while on your period.
However, he's not opposed to it when you suggest it. He's surprised when you hurry to assure him that it's alright if he doesn't want too, that you understand if he'd not into it while you're on your period.
Lester really doesn't care about any mess you make and you will have to be the person to grab the towels, he just wouldn't even think about it.
Doesn't care how heavy your period is, he has no fears when it comes to touching you or bringing you pleasure.
While Lester really isn't fazed by being dirty, he'll help you both wash up. Afterwards, if you just want to soak in the bath for a while, he'd more than happy to join you.
Bubba Sawyer
Blood is nothing to Bubba, might as well be water to him.
However, he does know that blood usually follows pain, and if you're bleeding, he's going to be concerned that your hurting. And lets be real, he might not even know what a period is.
So, after plenty of explanation and reassurances, we can talk period sex.
Once you've assured him that it's all normal and the pain is more in the cramps than anything else, Bubba really doesn't think much of it. He becomes more concerned about the cramps than the actual blood aspect. The bleeding itself is no big deal to him.
So, when you express that you would like to have sex with him even though you're still on your period, Bubba trusts that you know better than him on whether it's alright for you or not.
For Bubba it's just like the blood isn't there, just an addition to sex that he doesn't really need to worry about because it doesn't mean that he's hurting you.
Billy Lenz
Some blood isn't going to stop him from wanting you, from needing you.
Billy has a complicated relationship with blood. It's always followed negative feelings and experiences but it's also kinda...pretty?
He doesn't want to hurt you or make you bleed but if you're already bleeding and unharmed then...
Truly has no worries about mess, he loves when the two of you end up all sticky from bodily fluids. If that includes blood, that's perfectly fine by him.
He'll grin at you with your blood staining his mouth and cheeks, will smear bloody hands over your body and paint you with it.
He doesn't know why he finds it so enticing, so arousing, but he does. His eyes shine as he paints you both with your blood. And he's able to do all of this without harming you, which is a huge bonus for him.
Like Brahms, he'd happily just go to sleep without washing the drying blood off first. You have to drag him off to the shower and change the sheets because Billy will just sleep in the mess without worry.
Asa Emory (The Collector)
In general, blood is not all that new in your relationship.
Asa has definitely indulged his blood play kink with you, whether it was with your blood or somebody else's. So period sex isn't the craziest thing for him and he's not going to even bat an eye at it.
However, he is going to indulge.
Asa is pretty thrilled about you being more sensitive than usual, ready to find all new ways to torment and tease you.
You're not about to be ruining his sheets though, he's doing to be clean and tidy about it. He's using a mattress protector at the very least, or having you strapped to a table for him to experiment on you.
He has you squirming and pleading until there are tears in your eyes and you feel raw between your legs, even more so than you already did.
Slips his fingers between your lips, having you taste your own blood.
Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)
Come on, a little bit of blood isn't going to scare him.
In fact, blood arouses him and he isn't ashamed of that in the slightest.
You can try to initiate or he will, it doesn't really matter. A period isn't going to have Jesse dancing shyly around you.
Blood play is nothing new for the two of you so he turns it unto a bit of a challenge instead.
He'll have you ride him while he's fully dressed, warning you not to make a mess of his clothes.
And if you do get blood on his nice new suit, well...he's just going to have to punish you, isn't he?
Otis Driftwood
Otis is super into blood play and has already participated in it with you if you share his kink. If not, he's at least mentioned it multiple times.
So, this is just blood play without having to tend to wounds afterwards. That suits him just fine.
In Otis' opinion, the heavier your flow, the better.
He paints you both with it.
He loves seeing you covered in blood, the source of that blood is pretty unimportant to him (unless somebody else has hurt you, obviously).
He's not shy about his interest in the blood but by this point, you should know that it's something that turns him on. There is precious little that doesn't turn him on really.
Honestly, let's a little annoyed if there isn't enough blood for his liking but whatever.
By the end, he'd got drying blood on his face, hands, and thighs. Blood clotted in his facial hair and his teeth stained red, the coppery taste on his tongue.
The sheets are definitely ruined and if you don't get rid of them, Otis will keep them stains and all. He doesn't care about some dirty bedsheets after all.
Baby Firefly
For so many reasons, Baby isn't shy about some blood.
If you're on your period, she doesn't see why that should change your sex life unless you don't want to have sex on your period. Which she would respect, she knows how it can make you feel.
But she also knows that orgasms help with cramps and that sometimes a symptom of a period is being horny, and she will use these things against you just to tease you.
Come on, there's no need to deprive yourself just because of a little blood. She isn't fazed! Let her help!
Doodles little patterns all over you with your blood, giggling to herself about them.
Will paint her lips (and yours if you let her) with your blood just for her amusement if nothing else.
See! There can be some perks of a period when you're with Baby!
Yautja (Predator)
You don't have to tell your mate when you're on your period, he can smell it (not in a way that it smells bad, he just has those heightened alien senses).
He panics at the scent of blood first since Yautja don't menstruate so he assumes you're injured in some way.
He's quick and happy to learn though, and then stops being so concerned about it when your period comes along.
Other than the initial panic, your mate doesn't care about blood in the slightest. He's an Yautja, a predator, a hunter. Blood is a daily occurrence for him, it doesn't faze him.
And when he learns that pleasure can ease period cramps, he will practically insist on it for pain management reasons.
Honestly, the fact that you bleed like this monthly and just carry on with your life like nothing is wrong is admirable and worthy of respect in his eyes.
Having sex with you when you're bleeding, well, there's just something so primal about it.
The scent of your blood and your arousal has his own blood pumping and a growl emitting from behind his mandibles.
He loses himself in the sight of your blood, smearing it over your skin, tasting it.
Afterwards, he just holds you, nuzzling at your skin. Both of you still stained with your own blood.
Yay someone writing for Thomas Hewitt! We love it. I'd love to request Thomas Hewitt being so touched starved and pent up that one day, he and his SO steal a moment together in the barn, kissing, touching, humping things are getting heated and he just cums in his pants. The SO is of course very happy because hoe boy the possibilities this opens up and come on, who doesnt love being the reason a big strong man is weak at the knees! But yeah, you're writing is awesome!
Sneaking Away with Thomas in the Barn (NSFW):
The Hewitt residence wasn't always the best place to find some privacy, even when shut down in the basement or in Tommy's room there was always the looming worry that somebody was just on the other side of the wall.
The barn was a decent distance from the house and the others very rarely walked out to it, it's maintenance being more Thomas' duty. That made it the perfect place to sneak a few private moments together.
Thomas had been out at the barn, fixing it up had become a bit of a project for him, and you had hurried through your morning chores to take him some fresh lemonade. Slaving away in the midday heat like that couldn't be good for him, even if he was used to it.
Thomas had smiled when he saw you, blushed under the edge of his mask when you greeted him with a smile of your own and a kiss. He had sat down when you tutted at him for working too hard and removed his mask before accepting the drink you had brought him.
He only really moved his mask around you, Luda May got the honour of seeing his face from time to time but it was mostly removed when it was just the two of you. He didn't even always take it off when he was alone.
Thomas empty the glass quickly, placing it down safely. You had joined him on the haybale he sat on, your legs crossed under you as you chatted about your chores and how your day was going.
"Luda May won't need me until lunch now, wanted to take my break with you," you smiled, moving to sit closer to him. "I missed you."
He had been gone for a few hours. You had woken up together, eaten breakfast, and he had headed out to the barn. It was nearly noon now. It wasn't a long time, truly, but it was true all the same. You had missed your Tommy and he had missed you too.
"Maybe you could take a break too...with me?" you suggested, lifting yourself up onto your knees, brushing his sweaty hair out of his face.
Of course, Thomas smiled and nodded. Never able to turn down any sort of time with you.
"Nobody's going to come looking for us out here, are they?" you asked, though you already knew the answer. Nobody would care much where you were until lunch came around.
Thomas blushed, so easily flustered when it came to you, when he realised just what you were suggesting. He nodded, hands quickly moving to your waist when you lifted yourself up some more.
His grip on your waist helped you manoeuvre yourself onto his lap, settling down snugly as you cradled his face in your hands and pulled him into a kiss.
Thomas made a low, deep noise in the back of his throat that vibrated through his chest. You hummed, pleased, as you licked the sweet lemonade off of his lips and from his tongue.
It had been far too long since the two of you had managed to get any physical intimacy. Somehow there was always somebody who would end up calling for one of you or banging on the door until somebody answered. It was a privacy issue that never really bothered Thomas until you showed it, it had been normal for him, but now he cherished those little moments of privacy.
It had been far too long and neither of you could help but feel a little frantic, the kiss growing messy as the two of you grasped at each other. Your hands wandered over his broad chest and shoulders, up into his hair, and back down again. Just needing to touch him.
Large hands moved over your waist, squeezing at your thighs and hips. Grasping, tugging you down and forward as your hips rocked of their own accord, making you gasp into his mouth. He was already fully hard beneath you, though you were in a very similar condition.
You weren't sure exactly how it happened but the two of you ended up tumbling off of the haybale, landing in a pile of (thankfully, clean) hay.
Thomas managed to catch himself above you before he could crush you, looking worried and apologetic. You could only laugh before grabbing his shirt and pulling him down into another kiss.
Thomas took the hint, you were fine and still very much wanted him to finish what he started. He lost himself in the sensations, in your kiss, in the press of your body against his. And your bodies did press together, he pressed you down into the hay, his body slotted between your legs.
You wrapped your legs around his hips, tugging him ever closer. You needed to feel more of him, to shrink the world down to just the two of you.
Thomas groaned as he pressed up between your legs, warm and welcoming. Unfortunately fully clothed. Though, Tommy didn't really care, the pressure was still delicious.
You moaned into his mouth as he rutted against you, almost as if he didn't even realise he was doing it. Dirtily humping you in the bard of his family's property.
You let your hands wander, knowing how much Thomas liked to be touched, made to feel wanted and attractive. He was pressed to close to make any real attempt at removing his shirt, but you groped at his strong arms and back, pressing your heels into his lower back to encourage him.
You lifted your hips until you found a rhythm, matching each of his messy thrusts, feeling him groan into your mouth.
Thomas made a strangled sort of sound as he broke away from the kiss, tucking his face against your neck, his warm breath hitting your flushed skin. You curled a hand in his hair and let out a surprised little moan when his thrusts faltered and his hips jolted, rutting against you particularly roughly.
There were another few jolts and twitched before Thomas' body tensed up above you, holding you down against the hay padded floor. His hips remained flush against yours, cradled between your thighs.
You smiled breathlessly to yourself when you realised what happened. It really had been too long since the two of you had the privacy to be together like this.
Thomas made a pitiful little sound as he peeled himself away from you, sitting back on his knees, looking embarrassed and apologetic. He hadn't finished that fast since your first time together, and he hadn't even gotten to touch you, to please you.
"You okay, Tommy?" you asked, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. Thomas just nodded, but frowned as he caressed your cheek. "Aw, Tommy, it's okay," you cooed, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand, "you did so good."
Thomas huffed, not convinced.
"Seriously, Tommy. It's okay. That was...it was kinda really hot," you confessed, surprising him a little. "It's...a compliment, really. That you like me so much," you teased affectionately, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
"Made a bit of a mess though," you commented, toying with his belt. "Don't worry we'll get you all cleaned up," you promised, not letting him feel properly embarrassed for even a second.
Though, the whole thing did make you wonder. If you could make him feel like that with just a little grinding on the floor, you wondered what else you could do to him. How much of a mess you could make him. How much you please him and give Thomas everything he deserved.
Thomas sighed again, not looking completely reassured.
"I'm alright, I promise. It's nearly lunch anyway, Luda May will be looking for me," you sighed, matching his disappoint in that area. "You can make me feel good later, I promise."
That seemed to cheer Thomas up a little. He pulled you into a hot kiss before standing and helping you to your feet. He chuckled quietly as he began to pick hay out of your clothes and your hair, making you presentable to return to the house.
Hi! Just wondering if you would do an nsfw one shot for Billy Lenz with a reader on their period and well I think kinda guess the rest! If you don’t mind doing this it would just make my day thank you bye! ❤️
Okay but the thought of Billy with blood smeared across his face and staining his teeth is making me a little feral.
Period Sex with Billy Lenz (NSFW):
You're not sure what time it was when you were woken up, the glow from streetlights still seeping in from behind your curtains. You instinctively shifted to allowed the other figure in your bed to shift closer.
The shaking, wandering hands and warm breath against the back of your neck gave him away. You couldn't help but smile a little to yourself, pleased whenever Billy snuck down to make himself at home in your bed. He slept through the nights in your bed more often than not these days but there were still times he felt the need to hunker down in the attic by himself.
Billy glued himself to your back, his murmurs incomprehensible and barely audible. You almost felt bad to interrupt.
"Not tonight, Billy," you told him softly, turning to face him. Billy just whined, nosing at your jaw.
Still, a hand brushed over your stomach and down to the waistband of your pants.
"Really, Billy. I'm on my period." He only respond with a questioning him. "I'm bleeding," you clarified, as if he had simply not understood what you were saying.
That wasn't the case though, he was still fiddling with your waistband.
You sighed as you sat up and flicked your bedside lamp on so you could properly look at him and talk to him. Your chest tightened with fondness when you finally looked at him. He look dishevelled and needy.
"I'm on my period but I can still help you, Billy," you cooed, purposely running your fingers over his waistband.
Billy blinked wide eyes at you, head tilting to the side slightly. "...Billy doesn't mind."
"Good, we can do something else then," you decided with a smile but Billy frowned, pushing at your shoulder until you were laying back against the pillows again.
"No," Billy tutted, clarifying, "doesn't mind blood."
"Billy..."
"Please?" Billy grabbed at your pants but didn't remove them, just looking at you pleadingly. "Billy's been good," he pouted.
"Of course you have," you ran your fingers through his hair. "It's just...messy..."
"Like messy," Billy grinned, and you knew that to be plenty true but still...this was different. At least, it felt different.
"Please?"
You really couldn't deny him when he was being all sweet like this, even if his intentions were far from innocent. "...if you're sure," you gave your go ahead.
In a frenzy, hands still unsteady, Billy tore your pants and underwear down your legs and tossed them to the side carelessly. Before you could tug him back up to you or even suggest getting a towel to protect your bed, Billy had laid himself flat against the mattress.
Your eyes widened when you realised what he was doing, his fingers pressing into your thighs and pushing them further apart. Practically drooling at the sight of you spread out for him.
"Oh, Billy, you don't have to do-" you couldn't even get the reassurance out before his mouth was on you, tongue lapping with fervour.
You couldn't stop the little noise that escaped you as your legs tried to close around Billy's head. Billy always acted with more enthusiasm than skill but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't effective. He would mouth at you like a man starved, burying his face so closely that sometimes you worried he would suffocate himself.
Billy was just as liberal with his touches, squeezing at your thighs before bringing a hand to your opening, pressing two fingers inside. You moaned his name encouragingly as your back arched off of the bed.
Sometimes it surprised you how fast he could get you off with his 'techniques' but he never failed to pull everything out of you. Billy felt you come on his tongue, only licking more eagerly at you, making sure to capture every drop of your taste.
He didn't let up when you pushed on his head, the overstimulation creeping up on you. He didn't pull away until he was satisfied.
When Billy finally did lift his head, you pushed yourself up onto your forearms, chest heaving, to get a better look at him.
His eyes were wide and familiarly manic, darkened with lust. There was a rusty red smeared across his face, dark around his mouth but thinning and fading out across his cheeks. You weren't sure why that was so arousing to you? He even licked his lips clean, relishing in the flavour of you, metallic or not.
Billy crawled up your body, looking particularly feral with your blood painted over his face. Once he was face to face with you, he dipped down.
"Billy, ew, no-" your eyes widened again in shock but you couldn't get your wits about you quick enough to push him away.
Billy ended up kissing you anyway, a coppery taste on his lips and tongue mixed with a more familiar tang. You had figured out that Billy had a thing about sharing fluids, making as much of a mess as he could, but this was a whole knew level. Licking your blood from his mouth.
It should be gross, a turn off, but it was far from it. You would analyse that later if you could be bothered.
All you really knew was that you found yourself unable to resist it, kissing him back, matching his eagerness and tangling your fingers in his hair.
His kiss turned sloppier as you drew him closer and he clumsily lined himself up with your entrance. You gasped into his mouth as he pushed in with a single thrust.
You were already feeling oversensitive and raw, nerves feeling exposed, with your period. Now, having already had one orgasm, it was verging on the good side of painful. It made you grasp at Billy's hair and shoulders, just for something to hold onto.
As always as, when Billy had the edge of control, it was messy and frantic. His thrusts held no real rhythm or purpose other than chasing his pleasure and needing nothing more than to be inside of you.
It was something you had come to find both endearing as well as erotic, just knowing how desperate somebody could be for you. How desperate Billy is, seeming just for you, needing you.
You wrapped your legs around Billy's hips, sighing and moaning when it caused Billy to meet you at just the right angle.
Billy buried his face in your neck as his thrusts became even less controlled, mouthing and biting wetly at the sensitive skin. His mumbling was muffled by your neck but you could tell it was his usual rambling, you could occasionally make out a slur that sounded like your name or some sort of crude compliment about how you felt around him.
Billy gave a few more trembling thrusts, his sweaty body pressed fully against yours, as he moaned his release.
As always, Billy didn't make any effort to move away. He remained buried inside you, panting into your neck, as you held him close and played with his hair, pressing a kiss to his temple.
You groaned when he finally did pull away from you but made sure to get a good look at him. The blood was smeared over the top of his thighs and the bottom of his abdomen, but mostly smothering his crotch. He did seem bothered by the state he was in as he fell down onto the bed beside you, making himself comfortable.
You lifted a hand to your neck. It felt tacky with drying blood. You both looked like you've come out of a slaughter, you could feel the drying smeared blood on your face as well.
You were brought out of your contemplation by Billy nosing at your jaw again, shuffling closer, seeking affection.
"We need to wash up," you mumbled into his hair, being to feel properly uncomfortable with the drying fluids on your skin.
Billy just whined his complaint, cuddling up to you some more, an arm tightening around your waist.
You sighed, decided you could give yourselves a minute more to catch you breath before fighting Billy into the shower.
Then you would definitely have to change the sheets, and you had a feeling that it had already leaked through to the mattress. You would deal with that problem later, your rest had already been unexpectantly disturbed enough.
You hummed curiously as you felt Billy's fingertip dancing around over your stomach. You glanced down, unsure what to think as you watched Billy paint faint little shapes with the drying blood on his hand.
bo sinclair being touch adverse at first because he's not used to being touched unless it's to be punished? then him slowly melting to reader's touch because he eventually trusts them?
Bo Sinclair Accepting a Tender Touch:
Bo didn't like being touched. That was something you realised relatively quickly. Admittedly, you thought it was a little strange considering how he seemed to have no problem with touching other people, including you.
He never said anything about disliking being touches, of course, nor did he lash out. He didn't even flinch. But he would tense up, like he was preparing himself for something. How somebody might instinctively tense up when anticipating a strike.
You never mentioned it despite how often the subtle reactions played on your mind. You knew Bo wouldn't take it well, he'd snap to defend himself. You didn't need him to tell you the root of the reaction though, you knew just enough about the brothers' childhood to know it likely stemmed from that. You also knew that was a sensitive subject for Bo, even more of a reason to not ask him about it. Even if you wanted him to open up to you so you could provide help and comfort.
So, you become more tactical about your touches.
Firstly, you always make sure he can see the touch coming. You never place a hand on him from behind, only ever doing so when he is looking at you and can predict your movements. You also tried to avoid touching him quickly. You would move slowly enough that he would be able to see what you were going to do without being obvious that you were being careful around him, you knew he would hate 'being coddled'.
It happens over time but you see it happen and it compares to nothing else.
The way he stops tensing, a little less every time you touch him. Eventually you don't have to think about it so hard. You can lay a gentle hand on him casually without him going tense. He had grown used to the casual touches and that was a great achievement.
Tender touches where a different story, something he was nearly completely unfamiliar with experiencing. The first time you brush your finger tips over his cheek, he scowls, like he doesn't quite understand what you're doing or why you're doing it.
Even when he touches you, there's something about it that makes you feel like its purposeful. Like he just can't touch tenderly and instinctively.
It's another thing that changed over time. Something that you adored watching bloom.
It's the early hours of the morning when Bo comes down the stairs, dressed in a tee shirt and sweatpants, his hair still damp from his shower.
"Why are you still up?" you ask from your place on the couch.
"Could ask you the same thing," Bo mumbled, only glancing at you. You still caught the dark circles under his eyes.
"...I was worried about you," you confessed. Bo just scoffed, continuing through into the kitchen. You stood and followed him. "Seriously Bo, you've spent all day and night working on your truck. You must be exhausted, you should get some sleep."
"We need a truck. Last lot of bastards fucked it up," he shrugged, pulling the fridge door open to grab a beer. You frowned to yourself as he opened the can and shut the fridge door.
"You could have taken breaks though," you knew you shouldn't probe, you knew it only frustrated the man in front of you, but here you were and you cared, goddamn it.
"I'm a grown man, I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself. You want to baby someone, go find Lester or Vincent," Bo huffed, leaning back against the kitchen counter and bringing the beer can to his lips.
"Bo..." you sighed, crossing the kitchen in a few strides until you were standing right before him.
Gently you took the can from his hand. "What th-" Bo began to complain but you just shushed him and placed the can down on the counter behind him.
"I'm not asking you to spill your guts or anything but clearly something is wrong, even if it is just anger about what those lot did to your truck. You worked hard all day and you're tired. Just go to bed," your voice was just firm enough for him to listen, but soft enough for him to know you cared, even if he wanted to protest about it.
"Everything is fixed," you slowly brought your hand up to his face, making sure he saw it coming, before cupping his cheek. "Rest for a bit."
Maybe it was just because he was tired and his body ached from toiling with machinery under the hot sun, but when you thumb brushed over his cheekbone he let out a soft sigh. You saw the moment he realised he had turned into your touch, saw the conflict in his eyes as he tensed up just like he used too.
You knew it this was going to be a big moment, almost a deciding moment in your efforts. Either Bo would push you away, grab his beet and tell you to mind your own business, or he would accept the soft touch.
You remained still as he assessed you, gaze darting around your face, looking like he was trying to figure something out. He must have seen your sincerity, seen all the times you chose to stay, seen all the time you had been there, because you felt him slowly relaxing under your touch again.
Bo dropped his head forward and you met him halfway, letting him rest his forehead against yours. You felt his body deflate, shoulders dropped, hands unclenching.
"Fine," Bo mumbled, "I'm tired."
You smiled a little, both fond and infuriated by the man.
You ran your fingers through his damp hair, feeling him tense again when you reached the back of his head, a texture of his scalp changing under your fingertips. You quickly moved your touch higher up on his head, feeling him relax again. You wanted to apologise but didn't verbally, knowing better than to address it.
There was so much you wanted to do. You wanted to corral him to his bed to get him to sleep already, you wanted to reassure him about anything you could think of, maybe even give him a gentle kiss. But you did none of that, not daring to break the moment.
Here Bo was, allowing himself gentleness, melting into your touch and letting his eyes flutter shut. It was a small miracle in your world, and you wouldn't want to disturb it for anything.
Standing in the artificial light of the kitchen, foreheads pressed together and a hand in his hair being the only places you were connected, may not seem like much. But it meant so much for the future in Ambrose and the future of you and Bo.
slashers with a y/n who's an exhibitionist? likes fucking in public, being filmed, etc
The Slashers with a S/O who's into Exhibitionism/Being Filmed (NSFW):
Thomas Hewitt
Not a huge fan at first. Tommy doesn't really get the allure of exhibitionism and taking the risk of getting caught. He sees sex more as something that should be private, between the two of you. Plus, he lives with Hoyt and has become familiar with his perverted ways. Tommy adores you far too much to risk Hoyt seeing you compromised or hearing the sounds you make.
But realises he's into fucking you in open spaces. While Tommy doesn't care for the risk of getting caught or seen, the idea of it putting him on edge and not allowing him to focus on the moment and on you, he finds that he likes being with you out in the open still. Somewhere on the edges of the Hewitt property, on the side of the dusty road that runs through the abandoned town, it doesn't matter much to him. There is a significantly lower risk of actually getting caught but it's still possible. Plus, Tommy finds that being able to touch you somewhere that isn't locked away is a surprising turn on. You aren't ashamed of being with him, of letting him touch and see you like this. People could see, even if it wasn't very likely, and that only spurred you on.
Michael Myers
Fucks you whenever and wherever he pleases. Sure, this mostly means in the house because he likes to be a mysterious shadow of a man, coming and going as he pleases. However, he enjoys stalking you around town as you go about your day whether you know he's there or not. He likes taking you in the shadows of some alley, when other people are going about their day completely unaware that you're allowing Michael Myers to fuck you against a wall.
Not going to film it. Mostly, he just doesn't really see the appeal. He likes to watch you but some digital version isn't the same. Plus, he doesn't like the idea of filming himself. He also doesn't like the idea of anyone else being able to see them. The way he wrecks you is for his eyes only.
Jason Voorhees
Wants sex to be a private thing. Jason is shy and inexperienced enough when it comes to sex and intimacy. It feels okay, better than okay, when it's with you. It's not wrong when it's with you. He's already a private and secluded person, he doesn't like risk of other people witnessing it.
Won't film it. Pretty much for the same reasons mentioned above but also because it feels an awful lot like making porn, which he was raised to think is wrong and dirty.
Turns out he likes messing around in the forest though. It's an open public space but there's next to no risk of being caught by anyone. He's less likely to partake when there are campers around, but he's usually busy then anyway. But when the camp is empty, Jason is happy to bask in the forest with you.
Brahms Heelshire
It's not much of an option but he's into it. There isn't really much opportunity in the Heelshire manor for public sex but Brahms is very much interested. The closest he can really get is fucking you when the delivery boy is due to come around. Knowing that somebody is outside the door, waiting for you, while he fucks you, knowing he's the only one who gets to.
Will absolutely film it, loves photos too. Public sex isn't really much of an option but Brahms thinks that this is even better because he can save these and rewatch them. Takes shameless, full body, videos and watches them almost daily. He's also a big fan of taking photos of you. Whether you're just undressed or whether you're a sprawled out mess on the bed, he has an impressive collection.
Bo Sinclair
Will fuck you in any location in Ambrose. You seen the inside of every building in Ambrose and, once Bo gets his way, you'll have been fucked inside every building as well. That's just a fun little achievement to him. Your both unsure if it counts as public sex since there are usually only two other people in town and you normally know where they both are.
Doesn't mind getting caught. Bo really has no shame, will just smirk if he gets caught bending you over somewhere. Your normally only at risk of getting caught by one of his brothers, both of which will hurry off once they've gotten caught, but Bo also likes to fuck you in his truck wherever you are. That's when there's a greater risk of being seen by a stranger. This only turns him on more.
Will film it. We've seen that Bo has some inclination to take photos of his activities but he can definitely take up filming. Normally keeps himself out of the videos, propping the camera up at a good angle. Other times he likes taking POV videos, the camera just capturing the way he pounds into you.
Vincent Sinclair
Is okay with 'public places' but isn't much of an exhibitionist. The public places in Ambrose aren't really all that public, with there only being two other residents. But there is still a part of him that likes to know that he had you bouncing in his lap in the movie theatre or sat on the counter of the general store.
Likes filming it but keeps the camera on you at all times. It starts off as an insecurity thing, he doesn't much want to see himself when he watches the videos back. However, it turns into him just wanting to admire you and the things he can do to you. He made you make those expressions and sounds. As time goes on, he knows what he wants to see and becomes more hands on and artistic with it.
Lester Sinclair
Can be a little shy but can absolutely get into it. He pretty quickly loses himself to the moment, solely focused on you. He doesn't even think about the people who could see. The most common occurrence of this is when the two of you are fooling around in his truck during one of his trips into down. That's a little more exciting than the risk of getting caught by one his brothers, at least for him.
Is unsure about filming it but after watching the first video, he's on board. Lester is a little shy about it but doesn't see any harm in it so he gives it a go, especially since you seem so excited by the idea. Watching the first video the two of you make together is enough for him to fully come around to the idea, he definitely sees the appeal. The two of you end up with a box full of tapes tucked under the bed.
Bubba Sawyer
Doesn't like the idea of it. A little like Jason, Bubba wants sex to be a private thing between the two of you. For him it's an expression of love and no meant to be witnessed by anyone else.
Likes it outside though. It's technically a public place just with no real risk of getting caught. The two of you laid out in the long grass, the sun beating down on you both and you touch and kiss and giggle with each other.
Won't risk leaving the physical evidence somewhere. His knows his family and knows that the videos will be safe for a little while until one of his brothers gets bored and decides to snoop around just for fun. Bubba knows that it would only be a matter of time and he just won't risk that, thinking of your honour of course.
Billy Lenz
Not too into exhibitionism. That feels like a lot of pressure to Billy, he doesn't want to be seen by anyone else. He's comfortable with you but he isn't ready to be around other people, especially in such an intimate situation.
But kinda likes the idea of somebody hearing you both. While he doesn't want to be seen by anyone, knowing that there's a chance of somebody hearing through your bedroom door riles him up a little. Like he's some mysterious boyfriend bringing you pleasure that your roommates only vaguely know about. The only thing they know is that he can make you sound so pretty.
Likes the idea of filming you. He doesn't like to be in the video but he loves recording you. Whether it's while he's inside you or while you're touching yourself and talking to him, he cherishes those little videos. When he can't be with you, he curls up in the attic, rewatching the videos on the little handheld camera.
Asa Emory (The Collector)
It's a possessive thing for Asa more than anything. Public sex would really be one of his more reserved kinks but it's okay, he's still more than happy to indulge. For Asa, it's laying his claim on you. He doesn't even have to have you somewhere private and secluded to have you like putty in his hands. He owns you and you'd let him fuck you whenever and wherever he wanted and you would like it. It may not be one of his more thrilling kinks but it is incredibly good for his ego, not that he needs that.
Occasionally films you. He likes the idea of having a little collection that only for him to see. When he films you, it's almost clinical. The camera arranged perfectly, his mask secure around his face though the camera only normally catches his chest at the highest. Him fully clothes and you completely bare, at his mercy, likely bound to something. Just a little bit of evidence of all the things you let him do to you.
Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)
Anytime, anyplace. Jesse, in or out of his Chromeskull persona, really has no shame. More often than not, when in public, he has his hand suggestively low on your back or dangerously high on your thigh. Both of you getting off on the risk of being seen, neither of you caring much if you are. Especially when it comes to the Organisation, Jesse has zero shame at all, they all know who he is so he really doesn't care. His favourite place to have you is over the desk in his office, door unlocked.
Of course he's going to film it. It's kinda his thing after all. His camera propped on his shoulder, catching every second. Occasionally he takes the camera in hand to zoom in on what he's focusing on. Whether it's your blissed out face, the bruises and bites around your neck, where he's pressed deep inside of you, or the way he has your legs shaking. Of course, there is a safe in his home dedicated purely to your videos.
Otis Driftwood
Doesn't care where or who sees. I've mentioned that some of the other slashers have no shame but Otis really, really doesn't. While he'll settle for pulling you out the back door of some bar to fuck you in the alley, he would happily bend you right over the bar in front of every other patron. Other people can look all they like, but if they try to touch, they're losing fingers. Even at the dodgy bars he's frequents, that would have you both thrown out, so he'll settle for the alleyway outside. Will pull over the car no matter where you are if he's in the mood and you're teasing him. And when the two of you are in a situation where full on public sex is acceptable, he's down if you are.
Doesn't mind making some homemade porn. It won't be very good quality, filmed on some crappy camera he dug out from somewhere, but he likes the final product just fine.
Baby Firefly
Is always happy to be adventurous with you. You want to mess around in public? Well, she's not going to say no! She'll already be pressed against you, hands on you, teasing you about it with a smile. Baby doesn't get embarrassed easily so she really doesn't care much about getting caught. Plus, she knows she's hot and she knows you're hot, obviously people are going to be interested if they catch you both.
Makes a production about any filming. Baby is a star and gets excited about the making a whole show out of it. Makeup, costumes, lighting. It turns out more fun than anything, making your own elaborate pornos. They turn out exactly the way she envisioned them, you're both very proud with the final products and had a lot of fun making them.
Yautja (Predator)
Loves taking you wherever he can have you. Yautja's aren't too private and prudish when it comes to sexuality so he's perfectly fine with your kinks. Plus, he loves taking you out in the wild. The sound of nature and other creatures so close by. For him it's more on the side of a primal kink but it works well with your exhibitionism.
But super possessive. He's not thrilled by the idea of any other human or Yautja catching you, because you're only for his eyes. Only he gets to see you like this, only he gets to touch you and pleasure you. That being said, he's more than happy to prove his dominance, to prove that he is the perfectly and only mate for you.
Not super into filming it, it doesn't compare to the real thing. He'll do it because you're into it and he doesn't actually have anything against it. He just doesn't really see the point. Yes, the images of you and him are arousing to him but simply cannot compare to the real thing.
OMG! So happy that you're back ♥️ Hope you're feeling great and taking care of yourself.
Can't wait to read everything you post 🥰♥️
I am alive and well. Thank you all for such a nice welcome back, I was a little worried nobody would care 😂 You've all really made my day with the kind comments. I hope everyone is well! ❤
Slasher Haven @slasherhaven - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
