Halloween! AKA, Y/N/reader/anon's best night (with size difference because deez nu-).
I originally made them at Mcdonald's, but my brain went funky... This was also kinda experimental? Drawing with a mouse sucks, but I like the thick brush.
Sorry for not posting anything! Will drop some Fallout shitposts this weekend
Headcanons for Vincent, Thomas, Brahms, Michael Myers with an s/o who is really good at riding them, like riding them to oblivion till they can’t think right
Vincent Sinclair
Loves when his darling is on top, he gets to watch his beautiful work of art use him like a toy.
His hands grip their hips, and he rolls his own in rhythm with their movements.
Dark hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, his mouth hangs open. His mask was discarded long ago, he looks immaculate in the low light of his workshop.
His breathing is heavy and his moans are strangled. He's trying to keep quiet so he can hear his lover, their groans and sighs.
Vincent loves the way they feel when they bounce on his cock, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven.
Brahms Heelshire
He's such a sub it's not even funny. He begged his lover to make him feel good before bed and they happily obliged.
He doesn't regret asking for this, but he knows he's gonna get fucked stupid.
They're bouncing on his cock, tight little hole squeezing around him deliciously.
Brahms moans loudly, and his hands wander their body. Groping and grabbing the soft skin. He begs for more, tears forming in his eyes.
His beloved smirks down at him, his mind melting the more they rock their hips. He doesn't want it to stop, yet at the same time he needs to cum.
Thomas Hewitt
He's very much a giver. Whatever his lover wants they will get.
He protested being laid on his back only because he wants to make sure his beloved is getting as much pleasure as he is.
Tommy is convinced that they're enjoying themselves as well when he sees the way they look down at him.
Their hips rolling, their tight hole squeezing his fat cock just right. His mask was discarded, and he was flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears.
Low grunts rumbled in his chest, his cock throbbed as his darling bounced. They looked like a work of art above him.
Michael Myers
Selfish. That's the best word to describe him in bed. When his beloved climbed over him he remained completely still.
If they wanted to fuck themselves on his cock, they can have at it. He's tired, he won't help, not unless they cum before he does.
His nonchalant attitude melts away within minutes, his lover bounced along his shaft. The tip of his cock hit something delicious inside them and he nearly lost it.
Heavy pants emanated from behind his mask. He was losing himself, watching as they use him like a fuck toy. Their tight hole milking him for all he's worth.
Slashers reactions to you making them a paper ring
I got this idea from a reblog I saw on one of my followers pages of these same heancannons for Eddie from stranger things. I’m not too interested in the new season but from what I’ve seen that man is so fine oml. And yes when I see you followed me I check your page. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy.
Includes: Thomas Hewitt, and the Sinclair brothers
Warnings: Strong language
Thomas Hewitt
He’s gonna be a bit confused as to why you made him a ring in the first place. He’ll also insist his fingers are way too big for it to fit but once you convince him to wear it he won’t take it off around you.
He’s gonna have to take it off while he works of course but while the two of you are together he’ll wear it proudly despite what his family might say.
Make a lot of back up rings because he’s gonna tear through them sometimes and beg you to make more of them.
If you get your hands on anythings you can stain the paper with to make it colorful he’ll love that too.
As long as the ring fits on his finger he’ll wear it.
Slashers reactions to you giving them a forehead kiss
ALL I CRAVE IS A HOT MAN TO KISS MY FOREHEAD. Am I jealous because Carly got a forehead kiss from Bo? Maybe. But I wanna do this because I want kiss all of these men. I’ll probably make a part two if y’all want
Includes: The Sinclair brothers, Bubba Sawyer, and Leslie Vernon
Bo Sinclair
Bo’s on the couch at the moment, tired from the day he had.
You’re in the kitchen drying the dishes when you get an idea. Lester and Vincent aren’t around and you wanna see what he’ll do. You leave the kitchen and walk over to the couch. You stand near Bo and he smiles when he sees you.
You bend down and gently kiss his forehead.
You pull away and Bo takes a few seconds to process what you did. He quickly grabs you and pulls you onto the couch.
“Ya tryin to mess with me or somethin? Ya can’t just do that and not expect me to kiss ya back.” He rests you in his lap and kisses you all over your face and moves to your lips. You smile and kiss him back.
“I just couldn’t resist giving you a kiss honey. I guess I forgot to kiss you there.”
You two spen the rest of the night on the couch, cuddling, kissing and talking. Bo’s thankful his brothers didn’t see this happen.
I have come to shamelessly request a continuation of the 'marshmallow hell' art you did for the slashers x reader but ✨️Sinclair boys edition✨️ if you're ever up for it! 💞
Sorry for taking so long 🥺
Marshmallow hell part. 2✨✨✨
You can see the part 1 here!
Vincent takes so much working on his art that he even forget he has to eat, sometimes you have to convince him to take a rest 😏❤️
bo had a stressful day as usual, and there is nothing more he wants to do than cuddle with you and forget all his problems ❤️
there is nothing better for Lester than having you on his lap and talking about his day while he snuggles on your chest, he loves it 💕💕
AN: i don't actually know if i ever did this, so i'm doing it now. sorry for the long hiatus, life is packed full of stuff, as usual. i hope you all had a peaceful christmas and an equally peaceful new year's eve.
summary: love languages of the slashers, both receiving and giving.
warnings: mentioned sex in Bo's, mentioned weed and alcohol in Otis', canon backstories of the slashers
slashers: Michael (RZ), Vincent, Bo and Lester, Brahms, Thomas, Otis and Baby, Jason, Baby and Amanda.
(𝕽𝖅) 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘
Giving
Gift giving and acts of service describe Michael's style of loving you perfectly. He may not be the most talkative, physically affective partner, but he's protective and creative.
The protectiveness shows when he takes care of problems you have, no matter how small. The sink needs fixing? He's on it. You need help lifting something heavy? He's ready to flex those muscles. A person at work is annoying you? Just say the word and he'll take care of them.
The creativity becomes visible in the little gifts that get more individual the longer you know him. In the beginning, he gifted you nearly everything he could find: some candy, a dead mouse, sometimes pretty rocks. As time passes, he spends more time on them. Now you get carved bones, self-made masks, he even picks flowers now and then!
Receiving
Michael would never, ever ask for this, but I'm convinced he loves physical touch as a love language. It doesn't even have to be a big thing, Mikey already enjoys you stitching him up when he got hurt again. His personal heaven, though? You, laying on his chest while watching a hilariously bad horror movie and eating some take-out.
𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗
Giving
Totally quality time. It would be gifts, but Vincent's gifts are rarer than you'd expect. Most of the time, he gets too insecure and critical of the gift (mostly a drawing or a sculpture) which stops him from ever giving it to you.
Instead, he makes sure you're comfortable and safe in Ambrose. Whatever you want to do, Vincent will do it with you. Even if you just want to spend the day in bed and cuddle, he's absolutely down.
Sometimes he organizes little dates for the two of you, where you can spend some time away from his brothers and the Sinclair residence. Especially after he was too focused on the museum for a while, cute dates are his way of apologizing.
Receiving
100% words of affirmation. While Vincent's childhood was filled with (mostly toxic) compliments, he hasn't heard them in a long, long time. And his little artist ego misses them dearly. It doesn't matter if you praise his art, or anything else, he loves it. He wants to hear how much you love him, that you'd never leave him. He can't relax without some reassuring words.
The only compliments, he's sensitive about are the ones about his face.
𝕭𝖔 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗
Giving
With Bo, it's actually acts of service. Sure, he's physically expressive as well, always down to touch and caress you, but does he know how to show love through that? No.
He rather focuses on providing for you, mostly by earning a little money to get by. He also prides himself by being the go-to man for reparations around the house.
Receiving
Just like his twin, it's words of affirmation. Unlike Vincent, Bo never got any praise in his early years. He's never known the feeling of being complimented for anything else but his body or his ability to fuck someone. And he doesn't know how much he needs it until you show up. (Imagine him wanting nothing more than to make you proud, so he gets some praise. Shut up, I'm not crying.)
𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗
Giving
Oh, Lester loves to give gifts. He's super into crafting and collecting stuff he finds to make something new out of it. Stuff like bone necklaces, animals carved out of wood or self-made jewelry. They're always so beautiful, and you're sure he spends hours making them.
Though, during busy times, he has to content with a small bouquet of wildflowers he got for you. You're always excited anyway, no matter the size of the gift.
Receiving
I strongly believe one of Lester's dreams is a wholesome, domestic lifestyle with a spouse he can come home to. So it's acts of service. He loves coming home to a warm and comfortable home with you waiting for him. And if you cook him a meal? He's in heaven.
However, he also adores physical touch. Nothing is more relaxing than laying on your lap with your fingers in his hair.
𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖒𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊
Giving
I think it's obvious that Brahms' love language is physical touch. He can not keep his hands off of you. And he doesn't care whether you're busy or not.
To cut him some slack, there's no slasher that knows how to be as comforting with touch as Brahms is. Plus, his hands are the softest.
Receiving
Who would've thought, it's still physical touch. In addition to that, words of affirmation. Brahms loves touching, and he loves being touched equally much. He also likes being praised, as we all know.
On a more serious note, Brahms needs your voice to ground himself pretty often. His entire life was filled with so many rules and restrictions, it's strange to be a free man suddenly. Praising him, complimenting him, reassuring him - it often saves him from spiraling into a melt-down when something goes wrong.
𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙
Giving
Tommy prides himself as the provider of his family (because he is). Therefor, his love language is acts of service.
He sews for you, he fixes things for you, he threatens Hoyt when he once again crosses a line. Thomas would do anything for you, really. His biggest fear is to be without you, and so he works hard to eradicate any chance of that ever happening.
Receiving
Thomas is so touch starved, he adores physical touch.
Ever since he was born, people were too afraid or too disgusted to touch him, to even get close to him. The only exception was Luda Mae. He used to think he would die without knowing any loving touch.
And then you came around, and you're so affective, so sweet to him. Tommy doesn't think he deserves you, but whenever you touch him, he melts anyway.
𝕺𝖙𝖎𝖘 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉
Giving
As surprising as it sounds, Otis' love language is giving gifts.
Otis isn't good with words (don't get me wrong, he can hold speeches like a champ, but let's be honest, he'd rather bite his tongue off than say anything emotional), he's often rougher than he'd like, he's lazy and his past-time activities are... special. In his eyes, there's only one way to prove his adoration, and it's surprisingly well-chosen gifts.
Otis always seems to know what you're currently interested in or what you wanted for a while. When he hands you the gift, he brushes it off like it's nothing, even if you're getting super emotional, but you know he means well. (He steals them, by the way, I don't think he pays for anything ever.)
Receiving
Otis loves to spend time with you, so quality time. He's been alone for so long, it's refreshing to have someone beside him who actually enjoys his company. Sure, he has his family, but nothing compares to the presence of a significant other.
He loves movie nights with the two of you, even better if they involve weed or alcohol.
𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖞
Giving
Spending quality time with you is one of her favorite ways to show her affection. It's up to you what the two of you are doing. Baby's down for doing each other's makeup, she's also down for robbing a bank. You have a lot of options.
Receiving
Baby loooooves getting gifts. It doesn't matter how expensive or big they are. Anything you decide to give to her is being cherished. Be it a lipstick you bought or a drawing of her, Baby will never forget it. Gifts make her feel so wanted, so spoiled.
𝕵𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖋
Giving
Josef is very, very good with words, especially words of affirmation. It's kind of ironic, given how awkward he can be.
But really, he's praise as a person. Josef loves to compliment and worship you. No matter what you did, he has to make sure you know how much he adores and cherishes you and how wonderful you are.
Receiving
As seen in Creep 2, Josef needs someone to spend quality time with. Doesn't matter if you're going for a walk or just enjoying a bath together (we all know what scene I'm talking about), just being around you makes him happy.
Nevertheless, we also see him being extremely touch-starved. Josef is aching for some physical touch, and if you give it to him, he'll cherish the ground you walk on.
𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖁𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖘
Giving
Jason is always proud to say he's a providing type of man. Acts of service are such an easy way for him to show his love.
He hunts for the two of you, he cooks, he renovates, Jason is all about making your life as comfortable and easy-going as possible.
Receiving
Jason misses words of affirmation. Just tell him how strong and attractive he is, and the boy is blushing redder than anything you've ever seen before. Praise about his work (as in his cooking or certain fixes he made) make him swell with pride as well. He adores how tender your voice is when you talk with him.
𝕬𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌
Giving
In Amanda's eyes, making sure you're safe is her number one priority. She protects you, she gives you a comfortable life, free of any worries she could possibly get rid of. Her acts of service often contain getting rid of any evidence that traces you to her, but she loves the satisfaction of knowing that you're looked after.
Receiving
Amanda misses the simple sensation of having dinner with someone she loves, or watching a movie cuddled together. Spending quality time is very, very important to her, and she often neglects tasks she got from John, simply because she misses your company.
He’d be distracted. More than usual. Eyes following your every move, he’d be thinking about last night. The way your skin felt against his…how you’d clung to him as though you never wanted to let go… Honestly, who could expect him to get any work done when you were so casually lounging before him? He’d watch the way you move, seeing you in a different light, imaging…things.
He’ll probably make you giggle. Honestly, Jason, stop staring! He’d look away…only to glance back at you a few seconds later. He just can’t help it. After all, he’s still trying to convince himself this isn’t a dream.
He’d want to touch you. Would you let him? If he came up to you right now, could he hold you in his arms?
Thomas Hewitt
He’s the sweetest man ever. Not that you’re all that surprised. This is Thomas we’re talking about. Having cleaned you up the night before, he’d be in no rush to release his hold. Expect cuddles and sweet kisses against the back of your neck as he spoons you.
He’d have to get up eventually. Rolling out of bed with a reluctant groan, he’d start to dress for the day, blushing at the blatant hunger in your eyes. Did you like looking at his body, (Y/N)? By your flustered (and rather lustful) expression, he’d know the answer. Letting you enjoy the show, he’d lean down to give you a kiss before heading downstairs.
Note: Everyone would know what happened last night. (The walls are thin.) Luda Mae would, therefore, understand if you wanted to sleep in a bit.
Michael Myers
He’d provide. Now, I know we’re all worried Michael would just get up and leave. Thankfully, this isn’t the case. Rising before you, Michael would sneak downstairs to make you breakfast.
He’d follow your lead. Did you want to stay in a watch a movie on the couch? Lead the way, (Y/N). His suddenly amenable behavior would leave you reeling. Apparently sex does calm some people.
Physical affection. Snuggling against him, you’d be shocked when he absently wraps an arm around you, toying with your hair. Peaking up, you’d see his gaze trained on the television screen.
Brahms Heelshire
He’d let you sleep. Let me guess: you’re expecting Brahms to wake you up at dawn, demanding more sex. Well you’re wrong. That’s right–wrong.
He’d be surprisingly tender. Waking to the feel of you snuggled against him, Brahms would remember where he was and what had happened. You…you hadn’t left. Heart aching, he’d stroke your back.
He’d be afraid to wake you up. You’d simply yet to wake. That’s why you were still with him, he’d decide as he caresses you. At your sigh, he’d freeze. *Stays still as you burrow even closer* Imagine his utter joy when you blink open your eyes and give him a sweet smile, clearly lacking the desire to flee.
I don’t understand how they make slashers so fucking hot and expect us, mentally ill hoes to not wanting to get railed by them until we can’t walk and talk??? Like sorry some of us have mask kink and wanna get degraded?????
Summary: Reader has a long day after a string of long days, and can only think of one person to call - Otis. They talk under the moonlight and share a cigarette. Perhaps something could grow of this yet.
Warnings: none. Teen and up rating.
Wordcount: 907
Divider by firefly-graphics
“I didn’t expect you to call,” he said, his voice deep from tiredness. I hadn’t expected him to sleep at this hour, or at all, based on what little I had seen of him previously, but perhaps I got him all wrong. I ran a hand over my tired face, felt the weight of my eyelids all the way here. It was a long day, for several reasons.
“You said I could, anytime, for any reason, and gave me your number. Now can I come in or are we going to stand here and make small talk?”
He stepped outside instead, closing the door softly behind him. “Let’s stay out.” Scratching his arm absentmindedly as he walked past me to the porch. I nodded vaguely, not as if I had much of a choice, having already come this far.
“What ya called me for?” he said, slumping down onto the wooden bench. “At 2:30 in the goddamn morning.”
The hair in the back of my neck stood on edge, realising I’d never been alone with Otis before. Not really, at least. Only saw him when I was over at Baby’s, and he was there too, even though we’d always gotten along.
“I can just go if you don’t want me here,” I said simply, keeping my voice flat and my tears at bay. He looked at me, really looked at me, squinting his eyes. Then he patted the spot next to him.
“Didn’t say that.”
So I sank down next to him with a sigh.
“Been a rough day, then?” he asked, fumbling in his pocket for a smoke. There was a single, dim, porchlight on the other side of the house, that light and that of the moon was the only light source around. The click of his lighter, twice, before he got it to spark. It illuminated his face from an odd angle, the scruff of his unshaven beard giving a strange shape for the brief second the flame existed.
“You could say that.” I leaned back and stared at everything but him. He offered me a cigarette and I took it, albeit with an awkwardness that betrayed my inexperience. “I had a really weird… date tonight.”
He looked at me from the side, exhaling smoke that hung in the damp night air. I suppressed a cough and kept my breath shallow as I took a drag of my own.
“And ya wanna talk about it? With me? Baby’s right upstairs.”
“Y’know how Baby is,” I mumbled, craning my head back to look at the stars. “She’d push me until I told her what happened, and then tease me about it. And I just need-”
“A distraction,” Otis let out an amused chuckle, shifting his posture towards me and took a second to reply. “Well, I’ll be damned…”
Feeling heat rising to my cheeks, I pressed my free hand to my face. “Not that kind of distraction, you idiot.”
“You said it was a bad date, huh?” he said, leaning back and spreading himself over the bench, ankle crossed over his knee.
“A string of bad dates or bad luck or whatever,” I sighed, leaning heavily on my knees, tapping the cigarette with my thumb to make the ashes fall off onto the floorboards. “Normally you love to talk, and now that you have a willingly listening ear you want to pry about my love life?”
“So you call me, at bumfuck AM because you wanted to hear me talk?” the distrust underlying his words cut like a dagger. Each member of the Firefly family was like that; as soon as they sense a hint of dishonesty, they retreat back into that mean exterior they wear.
“You have a nice voice and I like how your opinions are different from everybody else’s. So, we’ve not talked much, only when Baby was there to tell you to keep it to yourself. That good enough of a reason?”
“Ah, I see.” I knew he was grinning without even seeing his face. Smug bastard. “Well, come ‘ere, sugar, what ya want me to talk about?”
He pulled me to him, flattening his arm over the back rest of the bench. His eyes were softer than I expected them to be.
“Hmm, how’s the art stuff going? Baby mentioned you’d been busy.”
“Hit a bit of a block again, not well, not well. Spaulding’s been on my case for stuff for a new exhibition he’s been wantin’ to put together, but none of the folk who come by here inspire me anymore.”
“Maybe you need a new muse,” I said, an empty thing to say, but still, it was something. He was warm at my side, his hair tickled as I leaned into him, tiredness setting in.
“Hmm, maybe.”
“Or change your medium. I used to do art school, so we had to push through blocks a lot.”
He sighed, but it wasn’t a bad sigh. “Maybe you should look at it with me sometime.”
I hummed. Even though it is hard to pinpoint in hindsight when I fell asleep, this was the last of our conversation that I remembered, when I woke up on the couch inside the home, a blanket draped over me. On the coffee table was a charcoal sketch of someone who, when I looked closer, resembled me in unexpected detail. On the back was a scribble, ‘to my new muse, come find me upstairs’.
It's no secret I've been completely obsessed with Otis the past month - so here are some Otis headcanons about how it could be to date him! These are mostly about the first movie, but I'm sure they're applicaple to Otis in the later movies too.
This list follows how a relationship develops, and the spicy stuff is discussed later. Hope you enjoy! Please reblog if you did! <3
No real warnings, just canon-typical stuff, mentions of torture and sex.
Especially in the beginning, Otis likes to intimidate his sweetheart. His gruff and outright mean personality makes it so that he likes to see you squirm.
If you’re a cool, tough person who’s not easily impressed, he’d love breaking through your tough exterior and goes to extremes to get you to react.
If you’re not, he still does, over and over again. He probably sees it as a way of teasing you. He likes seeing how you respond to different things. If blood doesn’t make you queasy, perhaps guts will do it. If it’s not bones, perhaps watching Baby scalp a person will get you nauseous.
You’ll get used to it. After a while. Probably.
It matters a lot to him whether or not the rest of the family likes you. He’s a family man through and through. Despite that, if he thinks the judgement of his family is unfair or untrue, he will not hesitate to discard their opinions and follow his own plan.
Don’t worry about him getting bored, he doesn’t expect much of a partner and is used to filling his time with his own projects.
Date nights mostly consist of his favourite activity: torture and hunting. He takes you out sometimes though, for dinner or drinks in some washed out bar. He can barely keep his hands to himself the whole time.
Otis is not very jealous or possessive (at least, he wouldn’t consider himself as such), he just needs you and everyone else to know exactly who you belong to.
He wants you to take his name if the relationship progresses to something steady. Since his own blood family was so shit, he named himself. Even despite living with the Firefly’s, he’s kept his own name, that’s how much his name means to him. Sharing the same name with you is of great significance to him, it would mean that you two are truly family.
He’s extremely loyal to his family, which includes you.
However, he may want to involve others from time to time – either as audience or as participants. He’d probably let you have your pick from time to time, if you’d wish. The participants or audience may not be willing, though, considering his sexual past before you. To him, monogamy is not the same as loyalty, but if it really hurts you, I think he’d consider your feelings more. He’d be a jerk about it, though.
Blood kink, knife kink, corruption kink – he has it all. All sorts of power play both in and outside of the bedroom are on the table, but don’t count on him to be submissive or on the receiving end of any of this. He’s not willing to give up control – unless you can convince him with something really special.
Otis is the only one who can hurt you. If there is a dangerous victim on the loose, he wouldn’t hesitate in throwing himself into the line of fire to protect you.
If someone manages to touch, let alone hurt, you, they would come to regret it unspeakably much. Otis’d never let them off easy.
He loves the thought of a partner who is utterly devoted to him. Waiting at home until he returns, listening to his every word when he’s philosophising, ready to lavish him with attention and affection, worrying for him when there are tourists around…
He enjoys when you’re vocal in bed – but even more than that, he loves when he’s able to steal your breath and your words away. He needs to see how easily you are affected by him, by what he’s doing.
In short; Otis has his own way of adoring you, but he absolutely does. Once he’s found his sweetheart, he’s not letting go.
