a break before the next kinktober drop.
includes: michael myers, jason voorhees, the grabber, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, hannibal lecter, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair.
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Michael Myers
Michael’s yearning is strange. He doesn’t yearn like most — the way he needs you is like rot under painted wood; invisible, but dangerous. He doesn’t focus on why he lingers outside your window, how he knows the sound of your footsteps, or why he wants to keep you rather than kill you. Michael just knows you’re different to him. It isn’t love, not even close. It’s something worse — older, darker, a pull he can’t unlearn. Its devotion twisted into obsession.
Jason Voorhees
Jason’s yearning is heavy. He’ll follow you through the forest with silent excitement like a hunter after their first doe of the season. He tries to make himself smaller, softer in an attempt to not scare you, though his size and silence do anyway. Jason leaves offerings like bait; flowers, candy, whatever he sees and thinks you might like. He loves you the only way he can — by protecting you. It’s worship.
The Grabber
The Grabber’s yearning is an illness dressed in silk. You feel it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, the way his bare hand rests around your throat — not to hurt, but to remind you that he could. He watches you with that damned mask hiding his truth, pretending control, but you can feel it each time he speaks; the desperation lacing his voice. He doesn’t understand love, not in the gentle sense that someone as soft as you deserve. His is a dark possession that aches, a distressed urge to keep you where the world can’t touch you. Every time you flinch, he whispers, “I don’t want to hurt you.” and part of you believes him. You are the only softness he’s ever craved, and he needs you to stay.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas’s yearning is slow, patient, and devoted. He can’t say what he feels, so he builds it instead. Little gestures stitched into every day; a gift a thought you’d like and waiting for you to join the table before eating. You’re the one thing that makes him believe there’s something gentle left in him — how could he let that go? He watches you with soft eyes, adoring every feature like it’s the first time. His yearning isn’t loud, but it speaks volumes.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms’s yearning is frantic. Like he’s drowning and you’re the air he’s desperate for. His affection comes as whispers through the walls, gifts he leaves where you’ll find them, and the way he trembles when you say his name — God, he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue. He wants you to see him, to never, ever leave. His love is unbalanced, fevered, but achingly sincere. You can tell how badly he wants to be good for you, even if he doesn’t fully know how.
Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal’s yearning is an art form. He is precise and utterly consuming. You are his muse, his fascination, the line between devotion and destruction blurred into something so beautiful. He doesn’t starve for your body so much as your soul, the way your mind moves. His love is a sonnet written in blood and expensive wine. When he looks at you, it feels like being studied, painted, and devoured all at once. You’ll never know if he wants to kiss you or consume you, maybe both. He has paintings of you on his wall. To be yearned by him is to be owned.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent’s yearning is quiet. You see it in the way he sculpts, how every curve of wax mirrors you with precision. He doesn’t speak his love, but trust that he shows it. His hands that glide across your face and skin, memorizing every inch, the polaroids of you that adorn his workspace — the man spends every moment thinking of you, replicating you with wax. He loves like an artist loves their masterpiece.
Bo Sinclair
Bo’s yearning is dangerous. He’ll tease, flirt, and pretend he doesn’t care, but his hands always find you. He’s the kind of man who says “you’re mine” like it’s a threat and a promise all at once. He’d sit and watch it all burn for you because he doesn’t know how to be gentle, but when he’s with you, the edge softens just enough — like wax. You consume him in the worst way.
I love all of your headcannons (esp with Rusty Nail) and thank you for making them!! If i can ask for this, could you do one where reader is a brat trying to test the slashers?? (Would mean everything to include spanking)
SUMMARY: ‘’ Being a total brat around slashers and how would they react! ‘’
TAGS/WARNINGS: small plot with porn, this is utterly filthy, nymphomanic! reader, bratty reader, clit + pussy slapping, ruined orgasms, spanking, bruises, biting, hickeys, use of toys, pet names, degrading names and comments, thigh riding, cigarette burns, face fucking, fingering, p in v, awkward positions, object insertion MENTIONS but not acted upon, most of these characters should be a warning, face riding, overstimulation, dumbification, aftercare, drool, excessive saliva, ovulation, breeding kink, established relationships, tried to keep it gender neutral but there are hints of female anatomy for some, public sex, praise kink, cervix breaching, pregnancy mentions, lactation kink, cumplay, murder mentions, boot play, bondage.
A/N: So it happened, I’m out of my writer's block! At such an inconvenient time too because I’ve been testing all month, how wonderful! I’m lowk proud of myself for pushing and making longer posts since I know the last two were super short. Also was thinking of Lady K and the sick man while writing this, it’s just perfect. Anyways, enjoy my lovely anons. <33
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‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚ RZ! MICHAEL MYERS.
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You and Michael have been in a relationship well over many months, well a situation ship? A situation?
He seeked refuge at your house after being shot a shit ton of times, you stitched him up, fed him, did his laundry, the whole 9 yards. You knew who he was, but as long as he didn’t kill you did not gaf.
Your relationship began after he heard you moaning, thinking it was pain (no he didn’t) he walked in on you trying to shove a monster dildo inside of you. While shocked, he was extremely aroused and did it himself.
Using toys to help get you off went to fingering, went to him just straight up fucking your brains out and sharing a bed with you instead of sleeping on the couch.
He wasn’t home when you came home after work, stressed from the overbearing stress at your job. The constant yelling and bickering at your job put tiny thumb tacks into the wrinkles of your brain, and you needed stress relief now.
So you went to your bedroom, went on pornhub, and grabbed your vibrator. Which ended up inside of you as you cried and whimpered on your bed, squirming like a worm as you tried to fuck the thing inside of you deeper. Gasping like a fish out of water how the vibration of the toy made your slick walls quiver and clamp down, spread out open for the leering hungry eyes staring at you through the small crack in the door.
Michael was home, he was just in the shower. And he’s been standing here for 30 minutes watching you go from rubbing yourself through your clothes, to your pathetic attempt at shoving a vibrator inside of your needy hole. His erection pressed firmly against the wood of the door through his towel. He swore he was dripping clean because of how long he’s been watching you.
You were such a slut in his eyes, he had been stalking you prior to him barging into your home ‘’randomly’’. You were going to be one of his victims till he saw how captivating you were trying to fuck yourself into forgetfulness. He never understood sex or pleasure till he met you. And all he wanted was just to fuck you stupid all the time.
You gasped when the door slammed open, seeing your hungry hunter you called a boyfriend. Hell you tore the vibrator from your sloppy hole with a needy squelch. Your juices covering the entire toy as you tossed it aside, much preferring your boyfriend to dick you down. :(
‘’Mikkeeyyy..’’ You cried out, letting out a gasp when he dropped to his knees and gripped the shit out of your sweaty hips. Dragging you towards the end of the bed. Your thighs immediately locked around his skull, squeezing his poor brain as his tongue licked your slick away from your thighs before messily slurping on your hole as he ate you out like a man possessed.
You wanted to act like a needy brat? You get treated like one, his rough scarred hands gripping your hips. Keeping you from bucking and enjoying yourself or taking control as his long tongue penetrated your hole. Licking at your walls and covering his entire chin in your slick. He could feel your sap pouring down his neck as he devoured you with the determination of a malnourished wolf.
Don’t think he’ll let you up either, he’ll hump the bed and cum untouched as many times as he needs as he drags orgasm after orgasm from you, refusing to let you up or even move.
You have to be passed out for him to stop, he makes you cum so many times you just start squirting in his mouth and he drinks it like it’s some top tier beverage. Your poor hole weeps more slick until you can audibly hear him eating you out, learning the difference of what it sounds like to be licked from the inside out.
Even when you're quivering, twitching, sobbing and whimpering. He grabs that vibrator and turns it back on and shoves it deep inside you, causing you to clench down so hard that it's stuck and you can’t get it out without his help. And you stay like that till he’s done with a long shower.
୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩🦴 ⋅ THOMAS HEWITT
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The Texas heat has been notorious for messing with people's minds, causing hallucinations, visual impairment, dehydration, heat strokes.. To you it just made you insatiably horny for your big ol’ hubby.
Some stupid teens had a run in last week, luckily The Tea Lady sounded the bell so you all knew more victims arrived. Which were dealt with accordingly and made into the next brisket sandwiches sold at the gas station..
But Tommy was out there in the hot Texas heat, burning clothes, dismantling vehicles, burning evidence.. And god it just made you so needy. Seeing how his chubby body soaked through the fabric of his tank top, to him hosing himself down when he got overheated. Seeing the way his muscles flexed and contracted every time he did something or tore something apart and threw it into the scrap pile so Hoyt could turn it into traps later.
You were being tortured watching your sweaty man work so hard for you, you appreciated him greatly. He worked so hard for this family, and to keep you happy and well fed. So you made him some fresh iced tea with a shit ton of sugar to help him.
Tommy’s eyes damn near bulged from his skull when he saw you walk outside in that tiny apron lingerie that was tight enough to rival that one pizza hut worker. Your cleavage being more pronounced from how tight it was. Cooing at him as you held a jug of ice cold sweet tea coaxing him into drinking some so your ‘’big strong baby’’ won’t pass out.
He could see by the way your eyes were glued to his throat, watching his Adam's apple bob as chugged down the sweet refreshing beverage. Offering to hose him down with the hose so he could cool off which he accepted.
Hosing him off broke your little act, it just made his clothes tighter on him and you wetter as you oogled him. Loving the way his soaking wet clothes curved around his body.
Being all domestic didn’t last long at all when he dragged you to the barn and threw you into a gnarly mating press. Soaking through your apron as he tore off your underwear and wasting zero time to dick you down like a man possessed as you pressed your ass against his pelvis like a cat in heat.
Sloppy noises of your slick running down your legs and onto the hay below to the loud squelches and pops as he slid his thick cock in n’ out of you, hissing every time your hole fought to keep his tip in like a suction cup making it impossible for him to pull out and slam back in. Your knees were completely bruised and trembling against the dirty barn floor, the dust bunnies below licking your bruises on your knees and legs as loud cries and squeals escaped you. Beckoning him to go harder n’ deeper.
‘’P, Please Tommyyy.. I need it deeper! I wanna, hah, I wanna feel you in my guts!’’ Your pathetic cries and begs ringed out in the barn, almost being louder than your husbands animalistic grunts and groans as his big rough hands equivalent to a bear’s paws kept your plushy hips steady. He forced your face into the spilt hay below not wishing for you to feel uncomfortable as lifted your hips higher. Trying to comply with your wishes without coming too goddamn quickly.
You wanted this man in your liver, and he got so far he breached your cervix with a hasty pop. Making you come all over his happy trail because of how good it felt to be overstretched by him.
He will not let you up till someone walks in, and that someone was unfortunately Hoyt. Tommy had reduced you to a slobbery, needy, mewling mess who could only think about his dick and needing to be creampied to the point of pregnancy. And trust, Tommy had the same mindset. He wanted you to carry his baby bulls, imagining your tummy all big.. Your tits full of creamy milk–Maybe he could put some of those old milk pumps they used to use on the cows here on you. Get his pretty spouse all dolled up in cow lingerie while you beg him to help him relieve your heavy chest.
𖥠╾━╤デ╦︻ BO SINCLAIR
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Bo had been working hard all day since Lester called to let him know a couple of tourists were coming to Ambrose because they ran out of gas, so he spent 99% of his morning setting everything up and cleaning up the earlier messes.
Which really sucked for you since when Lester called Bo had his fingers so deep inside you it was like he was doing a pelvic exam, and he couldn’t get you off since he had to make sure these tourists didn’t pull up now. So he slapped your poor clit silly until he ruined your orgasm and told you he’d finish the job later.
Knowing Bo, if he found out you made yourself come without him he’ll lock you in his sex basement with a vibrator on your clit for hours. Or stuff you with a remote controlled one and every time you got close he’d shut it off.
Frustrated, upset, and hazy. You decided against stuffing yourself full with every toy you could find to make yourself squirt all over his side of the bed for him to find later. Besides he needed your help as bait like usual.
He used you to bait horny men and women into trusting you so you could lead them into the House of Wax for Vincent to deal with. And to make things seem more lively, sometimes he’d have you posted at one of the houses acting as a housewife. Watering plants, attending to the fake gardens. Sometimes as the clerk to his mechanic shop.
He didn’t tell you exactly where he wanted you or what to do, so you took it upon yourself to create a character. And you chose to swear the skimpiest bikini you owned and to sunbathe on a towel on one of the plot's lawn. Setting up a small dollar store kiddie pool full of cold water just in case you got too hot from Louisiana’s scalding sun.
Bo didn’t know you did this until a male tourist came in all cocky and horny, talking about some cute bimbo rubbing sunscreen all over their thick thighs. And Bo damn near jumped the man, he almost slid across that goddamn counter and choked the young boy out with his paws.
You little slut, you little fucking succubus whore. He doesn’t give you what he wants and here you were, rubbing pure white sunscreen all over yourself, sighing at the cold lotions feel. Rubbing it all over yourself like Bo just busted a load on you and told you to use it as lotion.
The tourists were dealt with accordingly, aka Bo told them before they should leave they should go visit the House of Wax. And they did, like most idiot lambs. He drained all of the gas from their vehicle and popped holes into the tires so if one survived they couldn’t go anywhere. Before cracking himself a beer to calm his nerves.
He stalked towards the lawn you were using, his dark brown furious eyes glued to the arch of your back. To the way your stupidly big tits were pressed against the towel, to your ass that was all plush and out in the stupidly small bikini you chose to torture him with. You groaned in discomfort when you felt shade disrupt your sun, looking up and seeing Bo looming over you with a scowl.
‘’Look at ya, ya fuckin’ needy slut.’’ He snarled in displeasure, hating how fucking breedable you looked right now. ‘’I don’t get you off one time, and here you are whorin’ yourself out like a cheap slut.’’ His degrades were mean and sharp, full of jealousy and anger. He heard about your little ‘’incident’’ with the tourist. Asking him to rub sunscreen on your back. Bo could practically see the man's hand prints on you.
‘’Hopin’ he’d dick you down in front of everyone huh? Make you squirt all over that towel of yours? Hm?’’ He snapped, almost like he was accusing you of cheating. But you didn’t cry, you pouted and sent out a rebuttal that had Bo snarling like a fighting dog.
‘’Maybe he’d actually get me to come..’’ You did not just fucking say that to him, you did not just fix your lips to say that to him out of all people. You could practically hear the gears in his skull twisting angrily as he gripped your hair with a violent tug. ‘’Get up, now.’’ He threatened, plopping his ass down into the small lawn chair as he dragged you like a sack of veggies into his lap. Over his knee.
You gasped, hands gripping his thigh as he chugged his beer. Putting the half drank beverage into the cup holder built into the chair as his cold hand went to your lower back. Forcing you to arch as his other hand started to smack, not slap, but brutally smack your ass. The sunscreen and lotion you applied to keep you moisturized and safe from the sun's harmful uv’s made it more painful as he beat your ass raw.
He didn’t stop till both cheeks were raw and covered in welts, and even with the tears rolling down your cheeks and your pleas for him to stop he spread your legs and started meanly rubbing at your hole through the soaking wet fabric of your bottoms, loving the way your vulva clang to the fabric. ‘’Damn nympho, this is what you wanted huh? Wanted me to come out here and beat your ass fuckin’ raw in front of everyone?’’ He hissed feeling the tips of his digits get wet from your slick seeping through. All you could cry out were whimpery yes’s and please.
‘’Make yourself useful an’ light me a goddamn smoke.’’ He snarled, shifting to reach into his back pocket and pulling out a box of cigarettes and his zippo lighter. Throwing it onto the ground instead of handing it to you, you wanted to be a whore? Whore’s get treated like dogs.
You knew he was never gonna make it easy, because as soon as you reached he untied your bottoms and ripped them off. Revealing that sloppy hole to him, using his thumbs to spread you out as your hands shakily reached for the box and lighter. He didn’t wait for you to even breathe before he began to ruthlessly smack your hole directly, the tips of his fingers just barely sipping into you before pulling out.
Stupid gasps and frustrated whines escaped you as you tried to light the cigarette with your shaky hands, losing focus and grip every time his pussy slaps got harder. Only getting 2-3 inches of his fingers in your needy spasming hole before pulling out, and it didn’t help his thumb was mercilessly rolling your clit. ‘’Fuckin’ useless you are.’’ He groaned in anger and annoyance when your thumb couldn’t catch any friction on the lighter. ‘’N,No! I–I can–’’ ‘’Shut the fuck up slut.’’ He snapped, sending a harsh slap to your leaky hole. You would have been so embarrassed from how audible it was, you could hear every slap. His fingers barely dipping in and rolling against your squishy walls. How much slick was covering your legs and rolling down onto the fake grass below. Making it look all dewy, you should be ashamed he was doing this in public.
Turning his murder set into a porn set. He snatched the lighter and cigarette from you and did it himself. Sighing in relief as he inhaled the nicotine and blew it out of his nostrils like a bull. Throwing you off of his lap.
You whimpered, looking up at him so frustrated and upset. Crying he was treating you so poorly despite you loving it, ‘’Needy bitches don’t get fucked. Unless you wanna shove this in your cunt.’’ He taunted, gesturing to his beer. As much as a horny mess you were, you weren’t going to shove that up your hole and risk a pH imbalance. Or it breaking and injuring yourself.. Instead you opted to hump his leg like a needy puppy, rolling your slick hole all over his boot as he sat there and ignored you. Not letting you come at all, every time you got close he kicked you off. But even he gets bored of watching you cover his boot in slick.
He grips your hair again forcing you to tilt up your chin at him as he snuffed out his cigarette on your tit. Pressing it down as you cried in pain until it left a burn mark before getting up and grabbing his beer. Leaving you frustrated and upset.
✧₊⁺🕯⋆.˚୨ৎ VINCENT SINCLAIR
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Vincent had been working so hard recently, a bit too hard actually. Bo put a deadline on him for some repairs and sculptures since Lester was at the print shop printing out new ADs to lay around the highway to attract more victims so Vincent was beyond stressed.
He was constantly in that hot basement working his ass off to get these sculptures out by the deadline so Bo wouldn’t get on his ass again for ‘’being lazy’’. What a hypocrite.
You chipped in and helped the best you could, doing repairs and setting up so Vincent wouldn’t have to do as much which he greatly appreciated. But you were getting lonely not having your beautiful baby boy sleeping beside you, his head tucked into your shoulder without his mask. You missed the feeling of his accidental drooling because he felt so safe around you he went into a deep sleep that not even thunder could disturb. So you went down to assist him, helping him wax corpses and sculpt.. And your efforts were rewarded greatly, because you convinced him to come to bed.
You’d spent many lonely nights in this bed, waking up insatiably horny and humping his pillow or sweater–Trying to stuff yourself with your fingers despite them not being big enough to fill you. So finally having your man in your bed set you off.
Poor Vincent barely had the chance to even get comfortable when you started pawing at his baggy pj pants and pulling them off his hips. He started sweating when he saw his hip bones get exposed to your greedy view. When he felt you lap at his inner thighs he damn near started crying, he couldn’t take you sucking hickeys on the inside of his thighs so it’d chafe later. And he couldn’t handle you harassing his tip by using one of your vibrators against it. Making him leak all over himself and mix his black pubic hair with his pearly white pre, he couldn’t help but shove you down all the way to his happy trail, fucking your tight throat like it owed him. Having you drool and cry against his length, a mix of clear saliva and pre dripping down those pretty lips as he made you swallow every drop of his cum. Tasting like an aphrodisiac on your tongue. He tasted so good you just couldn’t help to wring him from every drop he had to offer!
That’s how you ended up lazily sucking his weeping cock as he ate you out like a man feral, stuck in the 69 position with cum dripping down your chin. Your hips feverishly rocking against his face as his rough hands stayed glued onto your ass, forcing you down more so he could make out with your dripping hole. Groaning at your sugary slick dripping onto his face as you suffocated him.
He’ll drown himself in your hole, making you think you need a restraining order against his tongue because of how many times he laps at your clit trying to make you come all over his face. He is absolutely messy with it, trying to get every inch of your scent all over him so he permanently smells like you. And it doesn’t help that his face is disfigured, him missing his cheek and lip make it sooo much easier to eat you out from every angle. By the time he pulls you away he has a fountain of slick down his neck and throat and the most fucked out expression on his face.
He’ll stay like that till you freak out from any movement, he’s too tired to fuck you. But he’ll gladly watch you set up your dildo machine and cry out of sensitivity as he turns it to the max speed and keeps it like that. Taking out his camera and record you getting your poor brains fucked out as he feeds you his dick. Making you mindlessly drool all over his pelvis and yourself like a dumb puppy as you can’t stop cumming everywhere from the machine.
He knows your throat is swollen and you're beyond exhausted, but he can’t stop! You just look so adorable.
🦴⋆˚🐾ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 RUSTY NAIL
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Rusty had been home for over a month after a 8 month long haul, you didn’t like it when he was gone for long periods of time but understood why he did so. So he could make a shit ton of money so he could stay home even longer and to spoil you.
The whole 8 months without him was literal torture, being without him. He facetimed you 24/7, there was never not a time you two wouldn’t be calling each other. But there's only so much your fingers, brain, and toys could do.
Rusty would always pull over and assist you with getting off, but even his voice didn’t work. You’d always end up begging for him to drive back home just to get you off. And he almost has, he’d do anything for you.
You two were just in a cuddle puddle on the couch in your dark living room, watching one of your both favorite reality tv shows so you could make fun of the stereotypical stupid people wasting their lives on a screen. As domestic and innocent as it was, your brain had other plans. Rusty’s big ol’ hand was in yours. Letting you absentmindingly play with it.
Your focus wasn’t even on the tv, it was on his hand. Your warm metal wedding bands clinking together every time you messed with his fingers, observing how long they were, the healed scars on them, to his blunt fingernails. His hands were huge just like the rest of him they dwarfed your own hands.
It always got you going knowing how dangerous and psychotic he was, how aggressive he was.. And here he was treating you like fine China. Hand limp in your touch, just enjoying your presence and being cuddled into him. It wasn’t very often he was in a state of calm and ease. But every time he was around you his facade turned off and he felt like he could be himself around you.
You let his hand rest on your lower abdomen as you returned your focus onto the tv screen, not realizing Rusty this entire time has been subconsciously watching you. You were just wearing some underwear and one of his worn fleece sweaters that was far too big on you, looked more of a nightgown than a sweater.
Rusty had been suspecting for over 20 minutes your mind was elsewhere, and he had a theory you had zoned out and was thinking about his fingers stuffed into you. As innocent as his hand laying on your abdomen was, he just wanted to test a theory.
His finger slid down the front of your underwear and before he could even reach where he wanted all he felt was wet fabric, he had to bite his back teeth to stifle a groan, a shiver running down his spine. Christ, all he did was let you touch his hand and you were already soaked. What a nympho you were, all he had to do was breathe and you were arching your back like a cat in heat.
Rusty’s libido had been dead before he met you, I mean all he did was constantly work. Not to mention he was very picky with his women, then when he met and married you he’d pop a boner from anything you did. He hated how fast you got him going, it embarrassed him every time. Especially hearing other truckers talk on the CB channels about how much foreplay has to happen before they get hard–For Rusty it took you blinking at him like a dumb fawn and his cock was already fighting the confines of his pants.
But he opened the gates of hell for you when he stuck his finger down there to confirm his theory, a small noise slipped from your lips as you pushed your pelvis closer. Hands around his wrist keeping his hand there as your plushy warm thighs locked around his hand. Effectively keeping him trapped there.
He snarled at you, locking his hand between your thighs, shuddering at how warm your bare thighs were. His hand shifted to rub at you through the fabric of your underwear as he taunted you.
‘’Where’s this comin’ from huh? All I did was let you play with my hand n’ suddenly your more soaked than a goddamn water park.’’ He taunted as he continued to slowly rub you making sure the tip of his thumb would nudge against your hole as soft sighs and gasps escape you.
He won’t stop either, he’ll embarrass you with his filthy dirty talk as he continues to get you off with just rubbing. Making embarrassing remarks on how your underwear was sticking to your vulva, only making it worse when he makes you come and completely soak your underwear.
‘’Jesus, you gonna make a mess on the couch?’’ He taunted abusing the fact your bottoms were clinging to you like a second skin as he softly slapped your aching clit through it, letting out a rumble when that somehow made you come harder. He couldn’t believe how much of a bimbo you were for him, all he did was slap your clit and you came so hard he saw the whites of your eyes and that heavy full chest of yours heave and croak.
At this point your horny brained, n’ can only think about his dick as you yank off the soiled garment and straddle his clothed thigh. Pathetically humping it and rolling your hips against his tree trunk of a thigh as he tensed it for you so you had better friction, not caring about the snail trail of slick you left behind on his pj pants.
His sandpaper-like hands don’t grip your hips, they pull up on the sweater and make you hold it up with your teeth as he plays with your chest. Groping and fondling at the heavy flesh till your nipples pebble so hard they can cut diamonds. His hands feel like a big cat’s tongue as he jerks you forward, making you drag your swollen clit against his thigh so he can suck your tits. Groaning against the sensitive flesh like he’s trying to wring milk outta you. He’s fantasized so many times making you dress as a hu cow and having you sit on his cock as he drinks from you till you're tugging him off.
Failing to realize you are actually tugging him off because he’s hurting you, he sucked on your nipple for too long and now it’s sore and raw and you're crying and shoving his face away as he drools all over you. When reality finally snaps into him he doesn’t apologize, just looks up at your hazy drooly expression and finally registering the big wet spot on his thigh. Realizing you came all over him, he’ll ‘’get mean and mad’’ when in reality he’s gonna hide these pants to smell them later.
‘’I just fuckin’ washed these, and here you are with your stupid cunt. Always so needy for me to fill.’’ He snarled, forcing you into a full nelson, one arm keeping your legs spread and up as he duct tapes your wrists together. Your back is pressed firmly against his chest, your lower back feeling his huge and pulsing bulge through his pants as he teases your messy hole. Collecting slick and smearing it all across your thighs. Just letting his long n’ thick fingers slide against your folds and hole. Teasing you by poking and prodding at it but never entering, tears are streaming down your wet cheeks as you plead for him to just do it already. But he blissfully ignores you, only giving you what you want when your hole accidentally won’t let go of his fingers.
‘’Needy thing, look at ya. I can barely catch a goddamn break.’’ He huffed in faux annoyance as his two fingers give you that painfully good stretch that almost has you coming again. Loud squelches and squishes of his fingers sliding against your walls fill the dark living room, the tv long forgotten.
He denies you release every time, slapping your hole and ruining your orgasm as he wolfishly smiles down at you. Watching you squirm and suffer, this was the only type of torture you ever got. ‘’Y’know, someone on the CB was tellin’ me about how his wife recently got into sex toys. He couldn’t believe it when I told em’ you had 4 whole drawers full of em’. He asked me if I married a fuckin’ succubus.’’ He teased as he added a third finger to stretch you out even further, pressing messy kisses to your teary cheeks. Kissing your tears away, ‘’Told em’ I did, told him about the long 40 minute video you sent me of you stuffin’ yourself completely full n’ not being able to get off at all.’’
Your thighs at this point are trembling like you don’t know how to walk, completely limp and aching as he taunted you about him ruining you. And he has ruined you, he was right. Getting off was impossible unless he was the one doing it, which worsened your case with your libido.
‘’R, Rusty.. Please.. I can’t take it anymore–S’ not enough!’’ You sobbed out pathetically as he rolled his eyes and huffed. He couldn’t take anymore of your crying, it was breaking his heart. So he finally gave you what you wanted, and got you in the nastiest mating press you’ve ever seen.
Your legs were all the way hiked onto his sweaty shoulders, heels digging into his back as you loudly whined and moaned. Blessing every god and goddess out there you two lived on isolated farm land because your neighbors would have been sick of you by now. His fat n’ long cock mercilessly pounded into you with the most brutal thrusts equivalent to a jackhammer as he jackhammered your poor hole. Making a mess of the carpet below as it sucked up your mix of juices and his cum as it poured out of your gaping hole. Not an inch of you wasn’t touching him, his happy trail stuck to your puffy clit as you grinded hard against him. Trying to get this feral man to feverishly breed you, and he was.
Cream pie after cream pie he filled you up till it was glorified cream cake. Having excess leak out of you forcibly, knowing he’d make you lick it up after. Your wrists were still tied together tightly as you begged him to go deeper. He was already in your cervix, but you wanted him in your liver.
His drooly lips roughly smashed against yours into a ferocious kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat as he tried to touch your voice box. Meaty hands lifting your hips higher so he could bully his aching cock into you harsher. Trying to split you into two and then some..
This lasts the entire night till you are trying to crawl away from him, pleading your case and sobbing uncontrollably. Leaking n’ dripping from every hole, shaking like an earthquake, bruised internally and externally, so full of his cum your body physically can’t handle anymore. But he’ll just drag you right back over to him and keep you locked in a bear hug as he bullies himself back inside of you to really make sure it takes. ♡
Includes: jennifer check, horny the clown, billy loomis, stu marcher, ethan landry, bo sinclair, hannigram, thomas hewitt, jeepers creepers, art the clown.
Warnings: the title speaks for itself!! gifs are not mine credits to the owners.
ʲᵉⁿⁿⁱᶠᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ:
She is extremely possessive of you. After all, she is Jennifer Check—whatever she wants, she gets, and that includes you. In public, she is very touchy and won’t let you go or even allow you to think about leaving her. She will go to great lengths to hurt anyone who makes her feel threatened when it comes to you. When she’s in her demon form, it gets even worse; she grabs your arm and drags you around in public, making sure everyone knows that you belong to her. While she knows she is attractive and could have anyone she wants, she only wants you.
ʰᵒʳⁿʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:
It depends on his mood that day, but most of the time, Archie tries to keep you close. He is someone who needs constant comfort; if you're not around, he becomes increasingly unstable. He is jealous and possessive, wanting you to stay with him at all times. Don't leave his sight, or he might harm someone you care about. He will feel bad for making you cry, but ultimately, he just needs you by his side. You are the only one who truly sees the real him, and he will always appreciate that.
ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵐᵐⁱˢ:
He’s completely possessive, I’m sorry—well, actually, I’m not. Billy is full of ego and pride, and whenever you spend time around someone of the same gender as him, he feels as if you’re trying to make him jealous. He yells when it’s just the two of you, making it clear that he doesn’t want you to do that again. It’s not like you mean to upset him; he’s just very sensitive and fragile about it. Despite that, he does show you love in his own rough way in the end.
ˢᵗᵘ ᵐᵃʳᶜʰᵉʳ:
This poor boy is incredibly loving and caring. However, beneath that exterior, he does exhibit some controlling tendencies. He may not show it openly, but there are moments when you can notice a shift in his behavior, leading you to ask questions. He consistently responds with, "I'm fine," when, in reality, he is seething with anger. If you’re not careful, it might not be safe to be around him for long, and you'll find yourself stuck in an uncomfortable situation until he feels he can trust you again.
ᵉᵗʰᵃⁿ ˡᵃⁿᵈʳʸ:
I could go on for hours about how he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This boy is a demon, I tell you. He’s very manipulative and jealous of everything you do. If there’s another boy around, he will get rid of him without hesitation; in fact, it’s a bit strange. His anger isn't rare, surprisingly; it's quite common. He does try to hide it, but it never really works out. You can see every time how the sparkle in his eyes disappears when someone gets too close to you. He may act shy, but he’s far from it.
ᵇᵒ ˢⁱⁿᶜˡᵃⁱʳ:
You can probably guess what I’m going to say, and you’d be right: he is possessive of you. He sees you as his property that he must protect and keep others away from, which even includes his brothers. He can get quite loud if he feels one of them is flirting with you too much. While he understands them, he doesn’t want them to overdo it. He’s a busy man, which means you’ll likely spend a lot of time at home until he feels comfortable letting you out. That could take weeks—if you’re lucky.
ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵍʳᵃᵐ:
These two work together to keep harmful (innocent) people away from you. They operate in a way that is very different from any other human. They communicate silently, ensuring that you remain unaware of what’s happening around you. In about a week or so, that troublesome person will be gone. Will is best at distracting while Hannibal excels in taking action. They try to keep you from noticing the things they do, even though you know all their secrets. It's no surprise to you that they behave this way, but you don’t mind it too much.
ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ʰᵉʷⁱᵗᵗ:
Speaking of Thomas, he is exactly what you would expect. What I mean is that he is very protective of you because he loves you so much. It’s not in a scary way, though. He will do his best to keep you at home, trying to shield you from his darker side. Besides that, he truly loves you. He often wonders why you chose him out of everyone. He struggles with self-hatred and tries to deny it. However, you love him for who he is and dream of becoming his wife/husband/spouse one day.
ʲᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ:
What do you hope to achieve by trying to leave him? He will track you down and restrain you even more. He can always tell when you are lying, so don’t even attempt to deceive him. Jeepers is a hardworking man, and because of his hunger, he will be out of the nest most of the time. However, that doesn’t mean you will be free. He will ensure you have everything you need while he is out hunting. He won’t allow you to see or interact with another human ever again. If he finds you talking to or seeing anyone else, they will be gone.
ᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:
If you and he are really together, he will likely be the least possessive. He’ll definitely protect you and may even try to distance you from people he feels you spend too much time with, but that’s just part of it. Art himself is like a walking time bomb; one minute he’s allowing you to go outside, and the next he’s keeping you cooped up in the house with him for the night. It seems to depend on whether he’s injured or not. He won’t try to hide his darker tendencies because he feels there’s no need to, and besides, he has better things to do.
Reader runs behind slasher because someone else is harassing/chasing/stalking them. They don't even know they hid behind a killer for help and apologized to the killer for their awkward action of hiding behind them.
Imagine if reader is so polite that they do a apologetic bending bow.
Slashers Being the Protector (Rather than the Killer)
Warnings: Being chased/stalked, maybe a couple cuss words?
A/N: Thank you for the request! I didn't do the bow for every Slasher since I felt like it would get repetitive after a while. But I hope you enjoy either way!
Obviously, walking home alone is never your first choice, but it's not like you had an option.
Your job kept you late. And as much as you wished you could have just set some damn boundaries for yourself, you couldn't say no. You were probably the only one that actually cared about your job.
You kept a fast pace, holding your head down as to not make eye contact with anyone you passed by.
And this worked for a while. You were at a point in your journey home where you found yourself completely alone. However, there was still a part of you that felt uneasy. They always say that humans are able to tell when someone is watching them, and you were clearly no exception to this.
You finally took a deep breath and paused, mustering up the courage to look at your surroundings.
The woods were beside you, the darkness only allowing you to see a few trees at a time, but thankfully, no one seemed to be there.
Ahead of you was just more concrete and not a single street lamp in view.
And behind you... was someone.
You hadn't expected to see anyone there, but of course your luck would prove otherwise.
Your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat. Why were they just standing there?
Without taking your eyes off of them, you took one step backwards.
They took one forwards.
You took another step.
They did too.
It was in that moment that you knew you had to think quickly.
Should you just turn around and keep running straight ahead? No, that would prove useless. They would surely outrun you and grab ahold of you in no time.
Or should you turn and run to the woods, hiding behind trees for long enough that they give up?
You didn't like this idea much more than the first, but you figured this was probably the only option that got you out of this unharmed.
With your eyes watering and jaw clenching, you sprinted towards the woods.
You could hear their footsteps behind you, branches and leaves snapping in the distance.
They were catching up.
A sob slipped from your lips as you could feel your legs burn.
Keep pushing. Keep going.
And you did, right towards a figure in the distance.
Freddy Krueger
He could hear your sporadic heartbeat from a mile away
He was already smiling, hoping that you were about to be another easy victim
But something about your fright felt off
Someone else was after you
The moment you came into view, his smile softened a bit
You looked so desperate and scared
In any other context, he would have loved to see it, but it wasn't him making you feel this way
Plus, you weren't repulsive to him like everyone else
He could see the split second of hesitation on your face when you saw his gnarled skin and sharp gloves
But clearly that other person had spooked you more
You were already apologizing, begging for some sort of help
You weren't even six feet from Freddy when he raised his arm and a sudden thud could be heard behind you
The person who was once following you no longer had a head
You turned back to the burnt man, suddenly feeling worried that you would be next, but instead, he grabbed the side of your face
"I can't blame the guy. I would have wanted to snatch you up too," he cackled
Michael Myers
Michael raised a single brow under his mask
Clearly, you were terrified of the person chasing after you, but was seeing another large man holding a bloody knife of no concern to you?
You ran up to him, coming to an immediate stop when you saw the blade glinting back at you
"I-I need help. Please," you could barely choke out
He could tell you were trying to figure out who to be more afraid of
It's not like Michael really cared that you were being chased, but this was his territory, no one else is allowed to do his job for him
He stepped in front of you, watching as the other person slowly came to a halt
He grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the figure
You started to cry at this, thinking he was about to give you up
Instead, his knife plunged deeply into the other person's neck, their body collapsing to the ground
You had blood splattered on you, and you could still feel the fear in your chest
You gave him a soft bow, wordlessly thanking him before stumbling back out
It was only when you heard a branch snap behind you that you turned around
He was still behind you
As you kept walking, he kept following
You really thought he'd just help you without something in return?
Jason Voorhees
He thought he killed everyone already, so how did he miss you?
How did he miss someone so cute too?
Oh, you're running towards him instead of away
This is odd
If he had been any other average sized person, you would have tackled him to the ground with how hard you collided with him
"I-I need help. Please!" you cried out, rushing behind him
He quickly took notice of the person chasing after you, them stopping in their tracks at the sight of Jason
Now, who's being hunted?
The stalker began to run the other way, not failing to notice the freshly bloodied machete like you did
However, with Jason's stride, it didn't take long for him to catch up and knock the person's head clean off in one swipe
He took a deep breath and turned back to face you, expecting you to be running for the hills
Instead, you ran up and hugged him, thanking him through your tears
You weren't... scared?
He had no idea what to do, so he just stood there while you cried into him
At least he was right about his earlier judgment
You were cute
Too cute to turn into just another victim
Thomas Hewitt
He was actually making his way towards you both
He thought you two would be good additions to tonight's menu
But the moment he saw you look at him in relief instead of terror...
Something in him shook
Before you could even say anything, he was guiding you behind him, some protective instinct overriding his usual hunter side
The person who was following put their hands up, saying that they "didn't want any trouble"
And in response, Thomas through a meat cleaver at their head
You about screamed but he turned around, looking at you softly
"I-I'm sorry. You didn't have to d-do that," you said barely above a whisper
He just shook his head and continued to watch you, some internal battle waging inside him
He really really didn't want to kill you
But what would his family think?
Only one way to find out, he supposes
With that, he hoists you up and into his arms bridal style, carrying back home
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba is about three times the size of the guy chasing you
So despite the unpleasant mask, you felt like he was your only chance at safety
He tilted his head in confusion
Normally, people like you run the opposite way from him
So the moment you're in front of him, heaving and shakily explaining what's going on, he feels angry
He might be a murderous cannibal, but Mama taught him some manners
He quickly whips out the chainsaw beside him, causing you to jump at the sight
Now it was the stalker's turn to be afraid
You were left in the woods for probably 15 minutes alone, still too scared to unfreeze yourself from the spot
It was only when you saw a large figure in the distance carrying something that you finally got your bearings
Bubba walked a little past you, holding the body of the man prior
He stops for a second and looks at you, motioning his head for you to follow
And what were you going to do?
Say "no" to the man holding a chainsaw and a dead body?
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms was already on edge
He never strayed this far from the mansion, and the fact that he was out this far made him feel very jumpy
So when he saw you running straight for him, he was ready to attack
Until he saw the desperation on your face
"Help! Please!" you begged him
And a cute thing like yourself would be difficult for him to deny
He saw the figure stalking after you, slowing down when they realized they had company
Brahms stepped in front of you and gave the person a challenged look
And it seemed to have worked, because the person began to back off almost immediately
He could have killed the guy, sure
But he wasn't going to be a threat anymore
Why? Because you were coming home with him
And once you're in his territory, there's no leaving
He'll make sure of it
Norman Bates
Norman wasn't even sure how he got there in the first place
All he remembers was being at home when suddenly everything went black
And now he was here, watching as some person runs up to him him in a panic
Before he could say a word, you were holding onto him, spinning yourself around so you were behind him
And that's when he saw another figure in the distance
"P-please," you suddenly croaked, "I don't know who that is. I was just walking home alone and I-"
He shushes you, his eyes still locked on the man
He could feel your head bump into his back as you bowed, muttering apologies to him
"It's okay," he reassured. "They're not going to do anything."
His brows furrowed as his face twitched
Maybe it was your cute panicked face, or the way your soft hands were gripping his back
But either way, Norman could feel his conscious fading out
He won't hurt you, though the same can't be said for the other person
He just hopes you'll still be there when he comes to
Billy Loomis
You were terrified, that was obvious
But he was honestly surprised that you seemed more scared of a random weirdo behind you than the notorious serial killer straight ahead
You grabbed his arm, not failing to notice the sharp blade in his dominant hand
"I-if you're going to kill me," you gulped, "Then fine, but can you please kill them first?" you motioned
This may have been an odd suggestion to most, but the worst Ghostface was going to do was stab you, but you had no idea what the other person's intentions were
The creep was only a few feet away now, their hand also donning a sharp blade
Billy wouldn't have normally entertained such an idea, but he knew you from school
And God, were you pretty
"Shit," he whispered
He twirled the knife around as he approached the figure, the latter already stepping back
It was an easy kill, and Billy was back to your side in no time
"Thank you," you bowed, head down and awaiting your fate
Instead, he grabbed your chin and made you look at his mask
He couldn't wait to see you at school the next day
Stu Macher
He could see you freeze the moment you were in sight
The Ghostface attire was already pretty notorious in the town, and he could see the worry on your face at the realization
And clearly, the person chasing you also felt the same, because the moment they saw him, they ran off the other direction
Tears began to stream down your face at this
Although, he couldn't tell if they were from relief or fear at that point
He stepped a little closer to you as you stumbled back
"P-please, don't, I-"
He dropped his knife and reached out to you in response
You shakily took his hand, obviously scared of what he was going to do
But he simply began walking you out of the woods, checking around for the creep
He walked you all the way home before giving you a small wave and running off, leaving you completely dumbfounded
He spared you?
It took you a few days afterwards to almost forget about the situation
Until you turned on the news
There was a report of a dead body found in the same woods you were just in a couple nights before
Another apparent criminal from the area...
You gulped, realizing it was your stalker as the phone suddenly rang
"Unknown caller"
Huh, weird
Vincent Sinclair
Bo somehow got him to leave that musty old building
But of course, he ran off to God knows where and left Vincent alone
So the moment he saw your figure sprinting closer, he assumed that Bo would be the one to follow
However, he quickly noticed that the man behind you was not his brother, and he suddenly felt dumbfounded on what to do
Bo would surely be pissed, but something about you told him you shouldn't become just another wax figure in his collection
So the moment you were close enough, he was stepping in front of you, some newfound confidence leading him
The stalker hesitated for a moment before finally stumbling back, leaving the two of you alone
"Thank you, thank you!" you repeated, your head instinctively shifting downwards
Vincent took a deep breath in while looking at you
Yep, Bo was definitely going to be angry
But oh well
You were just too sweet to let go stale
Bo Sinclair
He could hear your erratic footsteps rushing closer to him
And unlike most of the others on this list, he comes off as a seemingly normal guy, so of course you wouldn't hesitate to go to him
His cocky smile only widens when he gets a look at your face
A mighty cute thing, you are
"Excuse me? Sir, I think I'm being followed and-" your voice cracked
How precious
Surely too pretty and too soft to be made into hard wax, hmm?
He steps towards you, and you think he's about to help you
But no
He grabs ahold of your shirt tightly, muttering some smooth nonsense to your stalker about finding "a good place for this one"
Tears begin to stream down you face
How could you have so blindly trusted a stranger?
He leads the both of you back to some empty building that you assume will be the last place you'll be alive
But the moment Bo turns back around, a pipe is swung into the other man's head
He'd be a great addition to the museum
You turn to your "savior" in confusion
"Can't let a pretty thing like you go to waste, huh darlin'?"
All you can do is tilt your head down in a silent "thank you"
Including: RZ Michael Myers, '78 Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Martin Mathias, '76 Carrie White, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher(separate and together), Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, and Vincent Sinclair
slight sexual content
If people like this I'll do a part two with the rest of the slashers I write for. This has 11 because I just couldn't split up Billy and Stu...
RZ Michael Myers:
Can fall asleep anywhere, but won't. He doesn't sleep often, but when he does it's in your bed. He'd much prefer to lay there and watch you, but he's human too. He likes to crawl into bed late at night after coming home, not caring about getting your sheets dirty with his blood smeared clothes. He just lays there on his back, arms pressed to his sides, mask still on; deadly silent. He breathes so shallow you may think he's dead. You worry he'll suffocate sleeping with the mask on, but he doesn't care. He never moves or shifts when he wakes up, there isn't even a change in his demeanor. He'll just lay there until you get up, not wanting to disturb you. You're welcome to cuddle up to his side, lay on top of him, use him as a human pillow if you desire. He won't move to make you comfortable, but he won't push you away either. In summary, he's essentially a rock.
'78 Michael Myers:
He sleeps facing the wall. Unhinged. He doesn't care about anything coming to get him. He knows he's why other people can't sleep like that. He really does it to show you he trusts you, he's like a cat. Sometimes he sleeps with the mask on, sometimes without it. He doesn't care, he'll sleep in the clothes he's wearing. Like his Rob Zombie counterpart, he doesn't care about getting your bed dirty. He snores very lightly, not enough to be annoying though. If you say you want to cuddle he'll throw his arm back for you to wrap around, that's about it. He'll take it back when it gets uncomfortable too. Your best option for cuddles is a weird semi-spooning position, aka just pressing yourself against his back. He actually enjoys sleeping, but wakes up at ridiculous times. If he wakes up in the middle of the night he decides it's morning for him and he's had enough sleep. He won't wake you up purposefully, so him getting out of bed won't be an issue unless you're a really light sleeper. In that case it's your problem, not his. Overall, decent. Seems cold and uncaring but really just a sleepy, grumpy cat.
Brahms Heelshire:
He's the worst. The absolute worst. He'll whine until you go to bed with him and then he won't let you go. He needs to be clinging to you all night. He doesn't take the mask off so you sleep with his cold mask pressing against you wherever he decides his face belongs. He doesn't care if you have to pee, if you wanna get up, if you're not ready to go to bed, if you're thirsty, hungry, hot, cold; excuses. All of it. He's not letting you go. He'll sleep in his own bed if you make him, but he'll whine about it. If he can't sleep then he expects you to stay awake with him. And if he wakes up in the middle of the night, so do you. He's a very light sleeper so don't even try to escape. If he doesn't get enough sleep he's cranky too. He wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to make him breakfast. So yeah, 0/10 would not recommend.
Billy Lenz:
You basically have to sedate him to get him to bed, but he doesn't make a big deal of it. When he does fall asleep, don't wake him. Treat him like a sleeping baby. Most of the time he just likes to sit in your bed and watch you sleep. He's iffy about physical touch, but sometimes he'll stroke your hair or put his hand on your thigh. He sleeps in small intervals, curled up in a ball. He doesn't like sleeping either, so he'll push it away until he passes out. He sleeps on the floor, too. For some reason he won't sleep on the bed. He'll sit on it and watch you, but won't sleep on it no matter how many times you tell him it's fine. He'll wake up if you put a blanket over him, which sucks considering he's skin and bones and is always freezing. He also wakes up sometimes and just rocks back and forth, staring into space. He won't tell you why, but you assume he has some kind of nightmares. He's never loud, just mumbling incoherent nonsense to himself. I'd say knock him out with melatonin gummies, just tell him it's a snack. You should eat one first to prove they're safe... and make sure to keep him away from the bottle, he'll eat them all after chewing through the childproof cap.
Martin Mathias:
Martin's abnormally sleepy, he enjoys naps and sleeps at least 10 hours per night when he's not out hunting for blood. You can't even watch a movie with him, he'll doze off in the first 10 minutes. In the rare occasion he isn't tired, he likes to hold you close with the lights off and talk softly. He likes late night conversation and gentle touches more than anything. He just wants to feel loved. He definitely sleeps shirtless, so you get to enjoy that. He likes to sleep on his side, holding you to his front with his face buried in the crook of your neck. He wakes up and gently kisses your neck in the mornings before slipping away. He's tried his hand at making breakfast to bring to you in bed, and he's not half bad at it. But a lot of the time he just holds you in the mornings and watches you breathe.
Carrie White:
At first she'll be hesitant about sleeping in the same bed, knowing what it could lead to. But if you show her over time that it's okay, she's be glad to. She appreciates the way you hold her after nightmares, soothing her and wiping her tears. Please be gentle with her, she doesn't even think she deserves you. She's a light sleeper and will stick to her side of the bed unless you tell her you want to hold her. She'll happily cuddle up and read a book or watch a movie with you before bed. Just please make her feel loved.
Billy Loomis and Stu:
Just Billy:
Billy is a chronic insomniac. No, he won't make you stay up with him. Yes, he would appreciate it a lot. He likes to stay up and watch scary movies a lot, he'd be over the moon if you'd be willing to do that with him... not that he'd tell you. He'd act like it's annoying and he wants to be alone, but you both know that isn't true. Another thing, if you cuddle he has to be the big spoon. It makes him feel big and strong, lie he's protecting you. Let him feel good about himself, it doesn't happen often. If he wakes up before you he wont even try to be quiet. He'll just get up. He's kinda quiet anyway, but it sucks if you're a light sleeper. If you snore he'll wake up to tell you to be quiet. He's also very warm, so if you run cold he'll cling to you at night. Otherwise, he's fine with cuddling or not cuddling. He acts too good for everything but he's secretly glad someone like you sleeps next to him every night and trusts him enough to not be scared.
Just Stu:
Yet another lanky boy who likes to cage you in. Also snores right in your ear, not sorry at all. He also likes watching movies late at night, but if you lay down to watch something after 11 he's knocked out. He could stay up late if he wanted to, but he only ever does when he's out somewhere or trying to keep Billy company. He's such an ass too, he pretends to be sleeping in the morning when you wake up so you'll kiss his forehead then he'll squeeze your ass and start laughing hysterically. He thinks it's hilarious to suddenly grab or kiss you when you think he's asleep. If you tell him to seriously stop, he will, but it'll secretly bum him out a little. Also if you tell him you don't wanna cuddle he'll straight up get up and go sleep on the couch just to be petty. So, yeah, just let him cuddle with you.
Both:
If you have to deal with this, you WILL overheat. You'll have Billy on one side and Stu on the other, both trying to cling to you more than the other. This is all night, every night. If you say you want personal space or your own bed they'll grant it, but they'll also both blame it on the other for being too clingy or making you uncomfortable. This is basically all of dating both of them, a constant fight over you. It even shows in sleeping habits! Just make sure to give them equal attention to avoid fighting.
Bubba Sawyer:
Bubba's the biggest cuddle bug you'll ever meet. He'll let you do virtually anything if it means you're close to/touching him. He loves to wrap you up in his big, strong arms and hold you close all night. There's a few downsides to this though. He sleeps like a boulder, meaning that if you move away from him he'll basically steam-roll you trying to find you again. He ends up crushing you in his sleep more often than you'd think. Another thing, his hold on you is very firm, you have to wiggle out of it to get up which isn't very good if you have to pee or your alarm's going off. He's also another victim of the horrendously loud snores. He's also incredibly warm, you don't even need blankets. It's terrible in the summer, but in winter it's great to have a personal heater. It may be annoying sometimes, but you have to step back and realize he holds you so tight because he loves you and he's terrified of your leaving. Please be kind to him.
Bo Sinclair:
Bo is probably competing with Brahms for the worst, just definitely for different reasons. He kicks in his sleep, snores so loud you can hear it through two closed doors, feels like a radiator, takes up the whole bed, is impossible to move, and hogs the covers. All I can say is good luck. He also talks. Like fully talks, full sentences and coherent phrases while completely unconscious. You'll wake up in the middle of the night to him kicking you through the blanket while muttering utterly terrifying things. He'll let you sleep separately from him, but he'll whine about it and claim you don't love him. You can pick your battles with Bo, you won't win either way.
Vincent Sinclair:
Vincent is probably the best out of everyone. He's not too hot or cold, he doesn't snore or move too much but he isn't a rock like Michael. Nothing offends him either, if you want personal space it's yours. If you steal the blankets or kick or move, he doesn't care. The only thing is that he stays up late. You have to practically drag him to bed, but he won't fight once you get him away from his work. He likes to hold you at night. He's very gentle with you, he keeps his grip light and tried not to overwhelm you with affection. He's just so happy that you'd even care enough to make sure he sleeps... that you'd even care about him. Please just give him some loving, show him that he deserves it. He's so sweet and considerate. If you're tired he'll carry you to bed and there's no way he'll let you get up till you've gotten enough sleep. He's never rough, but he cares for you a lot and would like you to sleep. You need to make sure he sleeps too. He gets barely enough sleep. Cuddle him and make sure he sleeps too. Please.
