๐๐ธ๐ป๐ป๐ธ๐ป ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ท๐ช๐ป๐ฒ๐ธ๐ผ (๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ถ! ๐ก๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฎ๐ป)
(Includes Freddy (1980-1990s), Jason (1980s/2009), Michael Myers (RZ!), Ghostface, Leatherface (1970's Bubba, 2000's Thomas Hewitt), Art the Clown, Pennywise (1990s and 2010s), and Pyramid Head)
Intro: Established Relationship: The boys walk in on their s/o wearing their clothes.
You were sitting on the couch of the familiar cabin you now called home, the air outside was nice--too nice. That meant your beloved camp-revenger boyfriend Jason was out more frequently dealing with the rogue college kids on break. To pass the day by you had decided to clean the cabin up a bit, make lunch, and mend some of Jason's torn clothing. You had noticed that he opted out of his usual tattered leather jacket--something he rarely goes without. Examining it further--you found a bunch of holes, and you had the perfect color thread. You spent the next few hours stitching the jacket carefully, afterwards you just had to try it on yourself.
Cause you're swimming in it.
Great timing--Jason's home!
This man can't take his eyes off of you, I mean--you're so small in his jacket. And it's his jacket, you're standing in the living room--in his jacket.
Immediately his large rough hands roam over your body, half an hour ago those very hands slaughtered unwanted trespassers, and now they held the same gentleness one would use with a baby. He didn't talk, but the way his hands roamed the jacket on your figure--and the way you smiled at him made his heart melt. He used little actions to show you how he felt, he'd slowly been learning sign language--but actions always get his point across.
He would proceed to cuddle you for the rest of the day, only letting you take his jacket off if you got too hot.
He'd scoop you into his arms, holding you close--you're still wearing his jacket--as you softly read a book out loud for the two of you.
This man had a long day--a group of rowdy college kids interrupting his evening with you. He had just just gotten home, his deep lumbering steps ringing throughout the under base of the campground. The underground tunnels were originally hard to navigate--but you learned overtime, countless lectures and reminders from Jason--but you learned.
When he reached the ending tunnel to your large shared bedroom, there you were--curled asleep on the bed swallowed up in his old tattered blue flannel. He just stood there for awhile, watching you with an overwhelming feeling of comfort, seeing how much you missed him while he was gone. Eventually he lumbered over to the mattress, crawling in beside you carefully and scooping you gently into his chest. His large calloused fingers gently running over your scalp and through your hair as you slept, deep rumble-like hums sounding softly through his broad chest.
Also doesn't talk either--so expect him to tell you you're adorable by cupping your cheeks, giving you so many more shirts and jackets you can wear too. He'll even dress you himself and mash together outfits he thinks youโll look cute in!
Most of them are god awful--but some actually slay?
What are you wearing? Jason Voorhees.
You give him fashion shows--and you swear his face goes red under his mask, even if he huffs and denies it silently.
He's actually so sassy for no reason.
Rob Zombie! Michael Myers
(Teehee I'm in love with Tyler Mane from 2009 istg--AND he's my favorite Michael and I love him--this one's lowkey a self-write)
Michael was a man of few words--most believe none, but rest assured he speaks when he finds it necessary. He didn't own a lot of clothes, so you never minded doing his laundry in his childhood home--(You bought the house and restored it--just for him)
But imagine this man's shock when he comes home to find his small little s/o dancing around cleaning the kitchen--in one of his shirts.
Foaming at the mouth at the sight.
Sure--it was just a plain old, white t-shirt that miraculously wasn't blood-stained, but on you? It was everything to him. The way it draped down your body, spilling past your skin like a waterfall.
Michael Myers was a man of many things, he was The Shape, The Boogeyman, The Incarnation of Pure Evil--but a patient man he was not.
So of course he'd immediately have his way with you--but then of course he'd take care of you in his own weird way.
"You look divine." In that deep scratchy voice he only graces you with. That's all you would get out of him--probably for the next month or so. With actions--he'd gently rub circles around your back--he'd 'pick up' a few more clothes and shirts, just to share with you.
Overtime you notice his closet gets...fuller? Eventually you pick up on the reason why, and after that it's over for Mikey--Cause now you'll wear everything he owns. Coveralls, boxers, tanks, shirts--nothing's off the table.
UGHHH-Yeah he won't talk to you.
Like man is genuinely committed to the bit 24/7
Art would be coming back from washing up when he'd see you wearing his clothes--more specifically--trying on the man's clown costume. He'd stifle any laugh that might escape and watches as you strike pose after pose in the mirror. He'd carefully watch you with those mischievous dark eyes, watching the way his costume rolled off of your body, pooling on the floor in your smaller stature. After all--he was very tall (David is 6'2) and he tended to tower over you.
My goodness you were so stinkin' cute.
He'd finally let you know he was there with a small 'toot' of a horn--causing you to jump and spin around.
He'd make really dramatic gestures at you, practically shouting how cute you were without using words.
Lots of polaroid's are taken of you in his costume--you can't escape it. (I hc that he's a polaroid nut)
He steals shirts for himself that he thinks you would love to steal wear. Always in blacks and whites, its his brand after all.
He may not talk, but he makes sure that his actions speak volumes.
Honestly, he'd be so flustered if he caught you in his clothes. His first thoughts about how cute and small you were compared to him--watching how his shirt practically drowns you.
He wouldn't let you go, not even for chores. How could he? You're too cute!
He'd dress you up in all of his clothes-and showing Luda Mae every single one of them. Hoyt would probably hurt sexist comments as you--or target an insecurity, and though Bubba never stands up for himself--he stands up for his s/o.
Bubba would tell off the whole family in angry and displeased grunts and whines, possibly breaking furniture as well just to prove his point.
(Oh my god I'd climb this man)
Thomas would have been coming back from the slaughterhouse when he spots you--curled up on the couch beside Luda Mae, mending some of the family's clothes.
But what caught his attention--was the fact you were curled up--in one of his button ups and a blanket.
This poor man tripped and stumbled his way over to you, soft, loving, and excited grunts all leaving his throat as he thudded over to you.
He'd fall to his knees, sitting eye level with you, his large calloused and worked hands caressing your cheek softly. He doesn't talk very much--but he manages to croak out a few deep words for you in that moment.
Expect him to lend you a lot more clothes--and if you really want to work him up?
Imagine him walking into your room, and all you're wearing is his large apron. It doesn't even cover your body--it's so big its slips right off.
Pray to God the family isn't at home-he wouldn't let you be quiet.
He didn't notice when you managed to snag one of his infamous red and green sweaters-but he noticed when you started wearing it to sleep.
Appearing in his well-known boiler room, sitting there-waiting for him in his own large tattered sweater. He chuckled lightly when he sees you, his eyes tracking up your body and he can't help but call out.
"Sweetheart--you're too sneaky for your own good~"
He'll shower you in playful but sincere compliments, but he will not keep his hands to himself--so beware. Every touch will be gentle yet sensual, he does know how to take his time surprisingly.
He'll make you feel absolutely stunning in whatever you wear--actually.
He will not keep it PG-13.
So now--you only wear his clothes when you want dick.
He doesn't mind when you steal his clothes, actually, he looks forward to it. He loves watching his shirts slowly go missing, and he loves randomly walking in from a blood bath--to see you swimming in his favorite shirts on the couch, waiting for him to get home.
"Look at my pretty baby, all comfy on the couch~"
Of course he only wears scary movie fandom shirts.
You get bonus points if you can tell him facts about the movies he doesn't already know about--team that up with wearing his shirt?
As a funny little haha joke--he actually starts taking some of your clothes.
You'll walk in to find him sporting one of your shirts--amazed he could fit in it at all.
He thinks it's the funniest shit ever.
He has hundreds of old-bloodstained-tattered white muscle tanks to choose from, if you don't mind that kind of thing that is. If you don't--great!
He's in the middle of lifting weights when he spots you walking past his in-home gym. Somehow--through the metal on the pyramid shaped helmet on your boyfriend's head--he can see exactly what you're wearing.
And the way it naturally hugs your body.
Well- he's done working out now.
He follows you back to bedroom, watching you sit in bed watching TV from the doorway. Eventually making his way over to you in long strong strides, his eyes raking your body--in his shirt. Look how tiny and fragile you looked.
Daddy Bear mode activated fr
You'd be off limits--not even the nurses can see you dressed like this. You're all his. His hands would roam your body over his shirt, or play lightly with your hair. You're his Princess afterall.
He came back from his sewer hideout back to your shared home, and walked in on you wearing the fluffy ruffles of his costume collar (which explains why he couldn't find it earlier) and you had done a recreation of his makeup.
doing an impression of him in the mirror?
This man did a silly little head tilt, watching you before he let out a string of amused giggles. Of course he's going to mock your impression of him--but then he'll help you master it. You're his s/o, if you're gonna do something--do it right.
He himself will be the one to force you into the entire costume, gushing about how cute you are all the while. He doesn't really own any other clothing, besides maybe an undershirt or two--so you don't have many options to steal borrow.
So instead he'll let you sleep in his costume's (washed) long sleeve undershirt. Petting your head and whispering compliments to you the whole time.
He's so whipped for you--but he'll never admit it.
He's an old grump half the time--and an old whip with corny perverted dad jokes the other half.
Also--are you trying to give him a heart attack?
There he was--complaining about how you didn't finish the laundry and he couldn't find his suit--until his golden eyes locked onto your own, before trailing down at your outfit.
He thought his heart would stop right then and there-
There you were, taking pictures of yourself in the clown's costume--frozen in place as you both stare at each other. Pennywise taking a cautious step forward as his eyes remained fixed on his outfit--on your body.
Your worried tone snapped him out of it--quickly scooping you into his big arms, he'll ruffle your hair playfully and pepper kisses over your face annoyingly.
"You look so itty bitty, love~"
I'll be so honest--he'd definitely take dirty pictures of you in his costume if you let him (or not)
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