Slashers Mentioned: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Severen Van Sickle, Jesse Hooker, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Foxy Coltrane
Billy Loomis:
- "I'm sorry....😒...Sorry you're such a dramatic fucking-"
- An apology is just more petty jabs and arguing. He is a spoiled rich boy that only apologized to Sidney as an act; he is arrogant and petty as it gets otherwise
- WILL bring it back up like a lil bitch because he loves manipulating to play the victim
- You will have to be the bigger person or call a truce.
- Once a truce is called he surpringly may apologize in his awkward way or just never ever bring it up again
Stu Macher:
- Spoiled rich boy number 2
- If you say something like: *Say you're sorry!*
He has a shit eating smirk " Fine. You're sorry. I forgive you, babe 😇😏."
- Absolutely infuriating. Everything is a joke to him including your anger. Only if you deny him something is he giving a half assed apology but if he can fuck you or buy you something instead then he will.
- "Alright alright! I get it, you're just all in your emotions-" He would make a mocking face "Sorry baby, ya know I don't think and just say stuff!" Followed by him wanting whatever it was he wants.
Bo Sinclair:
- His face when you demand an apology because...What is that? He never got or gave one.
- Probably the most stubborn on here. Traumatized and prideful and stubborn af.
- Will intimidate in an argument, try to play the dom brat-tamer, seduce you thinking you're just 'testing him' like he thinks you always are. That he can just 'fuck' the attitude out of you. When those don't work bc you're GENUINELY upset? Silent treatment. Both out of defensive anger and uncomfortable feeling with being held responsible for your hurt/anger.
- "I ain't apologizin for SHIT, sweetheart." And he probably means that shit too.
- But he is more giving than Billy Loomis even if their responses are similar. Billy is more moody while Bo is more explosive yet action oriented. So, even if he won't apologize; EVENTUALLY if it means that damn much to you he'll do something for you as a silent apology. Best you're gonna get from him.
- Like expect something you wanted fixed or he keeps silently bringing you your favorite things like a dog
Vincent Sinclair:
- He is Bo's identical previously conjoined twin; his muteness don't mean nothing. They are both STUBBORN and controlling in different ways. Bo more than Vincent but I promise if you got on Vincent's way or accidentally broke a wax sculpture...Yep, you'll see it. They just express it differently. Bo is nagging and controlling with his relationships and town and Vincent is his work. It doesn't help they both were probably never apologized to a day in their lives and vice versa
- Silent treatment and avoiding you. If he's mad; He's slamming things like Bo just not mouthing off. If you're mad; Unlike Bo who pokes to get a reaction; he just avoids you.
- But...He's just as if not more indebted to a partner than his twin is so you may get an apology via handwritten note but he will not be anywhere near and would prefer you just act like you never saw it and it never happened.
Lester Sinclair:
- "Me?? But-...Baby, c'mon..."
- I hc he's either much older than the twins or much younger. Either way, he too was not taught how to properly say sorry...Ever.
- He pouts. He's got a fierceness about him too when he's mad but he's not nearly as stubborn as his brothers so once the arguing is over he's bummed out.
- Tries to make his sulking obvious hoping you'll be swayed and when that doesn't work he uncomfortably tells you, "Sunshine, I ain't good at this. None of us Sinclair's are so I'm so-...I'm sor-...Sorry." He cringes like you branded him.
- As awkward as it gets but gets you flowers to soften the blow
Severen Van Sickle:
- Absolutely teases you, "Aww are ya mad at me, sugarplum?" like it's cute that you're mad because to him it probably is. If you smirk even a little, even out of nervousness, he will not take any of this seriously.
- Will tease like it's cute. If that don't work? He's being like Bo and gonna seduce you to fuck that attitude out of you.
- Has to REALLY see you mad and then he gets a bit exasperated and defensive, "Hmph, yer serious? Oh c'mon! Ya can't actually be that damn mad!"
- Welp, you are.
- Is stubborn, not Sinclair 'doesn't even know that word' stubborn or Billy Loomis 'I'd rather die' stubborn but stubborn. Ignores you but let's everyone know like a petty boy; "Oh yeah, YN over there ain't talkin' to me tonight." Looks at one of them, "Well, go ask them! Since I'M IN THE FUCKIN' DOG HOUSE-" with a glare at you.
- His hot headed, petty, stubbornness only last a night or two at best before he's wrapping his arms around you from behind
- "...Honey, I'm... Sorry." He says it softly, quietly against your skin for only you to hear but his voice doesn't waver. "Can ya go back to being friends, amigos, best pals; preferably with benefits? Pleassseee?" he'd lay on the charm thick trying to get you to crack a smile so he knows you're not mad anymore
Jesse Hooker:
- Glares coldly at you and paces like an animal in private when no one else is watching
- He's not use to any of you challenging him. He's a tough old bird but damn it you just have a way of getting under his skin. Probably over something dumb too.
- He's not making petty digs like Billy or Severen. Not Slamming things or avoiding you like the Sinclair Twins either.
- No he leads. Acts more gruff and short than usual but if he has to talk to you he will it's just very cold and quick and to the point.
- He COULD apologize...But damn he hates to. Even more than Severen.
- Probably won't; trying to see if you crack first. Only way he's cracking is if you outstubborn him. Bonus points if it's in a situation
- "...Fine. Sorry! Now can we get goin?" He'd grumble gruffly while loading his gun.
- Eventually in a few nights he's like, "YN...Let's talk." And sighs before trying to come to some type of truce here
Otis Driftwood: (Idc they should've kept him like this all 3 movies)
- Never in a million years even when something is entirely his fault. He could set you on fire and say it was your fault.
- In fact, out of everyone here, he is thee MOST unhinged and that is saying something.
- He will literally be like, "Sorry?" While mockingly laughing, "Bitch/Prick/Fucker, you outta be grateful yer ass is luckier than a goddamn two peckered fuckin billy goat I'm not gutting you like a fish as we speak!"
- ...He's not joking either. Unless you're as crazy as Baby and 'family' enough...He will. So you better drop it, sex him up or leave 😬
Baby Firefly:
- Again, never.
- In her family? Just bumping into each other is 'move outta the fuckin way' or spilling something is 'Goddamn it!-' followed by blaming someone somehow for the milk falling. They will blame a person 10 feet away like 'Look what you did!'
- Only way is if it wasn't THAT serious and she can pout and feel you up trying to use sex as a get out of jail free card very much like Severen all flirty and "Aww you mad? You're real cute when your mad, ya know that?"
- If it's serious? It would have to be life or death.
- Like, srsly life or death or she's just beyond done with your bs.
- and you're getting a "Sorry you're such a goddamn baby bitch about every fuckin thing! Now can we move the fuck on already!? Fuccckkkkk!"
Foxy Coltrane:
- Lol. Again, never.
- Most arguments end in a truce and him just groaning and being like, "Any-goddamn-way..."
- If he really fucked up his apologies are almost like Stu mixed with Severen like some snake oil salesman type charm
- "Aw sweet thang, c'mon...Look. I'm fuckin' sorry, alright!?...Goddamn-" Followed by him tsking and rubbing his beard before laying on that charm. "Ya want me to beg? I can't do that but I will lick that sexy ass body head to toe till you forget why yer mad then fuck you so long and hard in that mattress; ya forget yer own fuckin' name to boot."
Some Horror Villains that would ♡l o v e♡ a thick, voluptuous woman.
Disclaimer: This is purely about characters lovin' thick women. This is not about characters disliking beautiful thin ladies. Also, characters who aren't listed don't necessarily dislike the curves, they may just Not Care either way. Like Michael and Otis.
Also, of course, these are my headcanon's and vibes 😅 Definitely not universal.
With that out of the way, we can proceed ^^ 💗
Baby Firefly: Baby might poke fun sometimes, and it'll feel bad- but you have to remember this woman has no filter. She has no impulse control, and no shame. She says whatever comes to mind. She does find you to be Hot though, so hot. And cute. And you'll hear it all the time.
Bo Sinclair: Again, he's a lil asshole-y. He calls you his lil pumpkin or pound cake, and he knows it's mean, but you can tell clear as day (he ain't trynna hide it) just looking at the way he eyes up your frame - your rolls, your folds, your ass, - with so much hunger in his eyes (and a gross smirk on his mouth when you're about to Get It)-- he's just teasing. And he's a jerk; that's just the way he is.
BUBBA SAWYER!! + Jedidiah Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt: Like all the big boy slashers, a fat s/o is ideal for them. Even just a little meat on the bones is better than none. Bubba especially, cuz he'd be nervous to break you otherwise 😭 They also just loves looking at you, thinking how beautiful and perfect you are, and thinking well maybe then he is perfect, too <3
Candyman: This is a romantic gentleman. He looks at all ladies (and gentlemen) the same. He would never ever let you look down on yourself because of your weight. Never ever. Full stop. Whether you're insecure or not, look forward to many a night of him worshipping you, AS THE UNIVERSE INTENDED.
Captain Spaulding: Okay, I think Capt. Spaulding mayyy have a little chubby chaser in him. He likes big women; Hot as fuck. And he will never let you forget it.
Carrie White: You're??? So cute??? And you give amazing cuddles??? Carrie needs you😅
Chop Top Sawyer: Ohhh, heh-heh-heh, you eat well, huh, bunny?? Chop Top teases, but not as mean as Bo or Baby 😅 It's more like 'where do you get all the food, huh?? share with big bro!!'. Fond teasing. I just get the feeling that Chop is a lot more Aware than he lets on. Don't get me wrong, he is nuts-- but through the fog, he recognises if (IF!!) you're insecure. And he wouldn't make it worse. You're his sweetheart!! And so hot; he's mad about you. Also yes, he calls himself big bro even though you are NOT his sibling.
Chucky Lee Ray: Look Chucky loves a voluptuous women- they have great tits. And we ALL know he is a breast guy. That is not a secret or a headcanon.
Dr Suave: He ain't gonna turn away a pretty lady in need of dental care~ (; Sorry sorry XDD But it's no lie- Dr Suave is a flirt (it's in his name!!), and that is NOT confined to just people with flat stomachs.
Freddy Krueger: Okay he is a l w a y s going to poke at your insecurities, or what he deems as a soft spot. Always. Doesn't matter what it is- it is what he does. He's mean. But he doesn't do that because he necessarily thinks that thing is unattractive or unpleasant; he's just perceptive and knows it'll hit its mark. Truth is he loves a little meat on the bone~ (;
Harper Alexander: Oh my goodness Harper loves a voluptuous lady. He's been doing the same song and dance with the same kindsa women every year for so long that they all blend into one now. And yeah they're all real pretty but he'd be all over a new kinda pretty. He'd have his eyes GLUED the thick thighs, the ass that moves, the belly pouch, the soft round cheeks... he would genuinely enjoy seducing her (;
Inkubus + Jerry Dandridge: A sweet naïve virgin is a sweet naïve virgin (; If you smell good you're going to get their attentions. What difference does it make whether you have a flat stomach or a belly? Besides, they're both from times when fat meant well fed, wealthy, and healthy.
Jason Voorhees: Strong woman!! Jason is all over it. In fact he may wanna make you beef up some more (You will not leave this dinner table until you're finished. Eat your meat, Y/N.). It gives his love a better chance at surviving the winter at Crystal Lake. Also... in what world would Jason Voorhees conform to societies concept of beauty?? With Jason it is definitely your mind he falls in love with, and (genuinely) absolutely nothing else matters.
Jennifer Check: You are her adorable moose girlfriend. Yes she calls you moose. Don't dwell on it; she's mean out of affection.
LESTER SINCLAIR!!: Lester finds curvy women to be s o beautiful, and if you give him the time of day- he will make sure you know it. And Oh he will get pissed off and very very sad if someone else suggests that you aren't, or tries to make fun (*Cough* Bo stop being jealous of Lester *cough*). Why don't they see what he does??
Midnight Man + Pennywise and the Djinn: these Creatures think you look so snuggly, and so warm <3
Rocco the Clown: Ohhhhhhhhhh he loves a big woman. You will catch his attention immediately. And he prides himself on the fact he can manhandle you- make you feel small and delicate (; ^^
Stu Macher: Stu will be all over you and your curves. He will embarrass you with all is affections, honestly 😅🤣😂 Wolf whistling in class, making out in the halls, getting detentions for grabbing your ass (He never learns), etc.
Tiffany Valentine: You. Are. Gorgeous doll!!~ You're enough to make her forget all about her husband (; Chucky who?? Oh my goodness Tiffany would be constantly complimenting you, buying you things she thinks you'll look amazing in, admiring you, etc.
Vincent Sinclair: Oh so you're a goddess?? Cool, cool, cool... please please let this artist get a mould of your body 🙏 Using safe wax of course!! He will try to be respectful, he swears, but well Bo is not the only Sinclair with a dirty mind.
Winslow Foxworth (Foxy) Coltrane: Foxy loves all kinds, but damn... You're trouble. You're gonna make him quote Lon Chaney in Phantom.
The room smelled like dust, sweat, and stale whiskey. One bed, sheets barely hanging on, a flickering lamp throwing shadows across the walls. You hadn’t planned on ending up here, but after the bar fight—after Foxy grabbed your wrist and dragged you out before the cops swarmed—the two of you had nowhere else to go.
You leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “So this is your idea of a safe house?”
Foxy smirked, dropping onto the edge of the bed with a grunt. “Darlin’, safe’s never been in my vocabulary.” He leaned back, hands behind his head, boots still on. “But private? Now that’s more my style.”
Your pulse quickened at the way his eyes lingered on you. He wasn’t subtle. He didn’t care to be.
“You gonna keep starin’ at me all night,” you challenged, “or are you gonna prove you’ve got more game than a grin and a gun?”
That was all it took. Foxy moved fast—grabbing your wrist, yanking you toward him. You stumbled, landing against his chest, and he laughed low in his throat. “Oh, sweetheart… you’ve got a sharp tongue on you. Lucky for you, I know exactly how to put it to use.”
His mouth crashed against yours, hot and demanding. He kissed like he fought—rough, greedy, teeth grazing your lip until you gasped. His hand slid to your hip, pulling you down onto his lap, the heat of him unmistakable even through denim.
You broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Cocky bastard.”
He grinned, lips brushing your ear. “Damn right. But you love it.”
When his mouth trailed down your throat, you shivered. The roughness was intoxicating—his teeth scraping, his stubble burning—but then, just when you thought he’d devour you whole, he slowed. His tongue soothed over the mark he’d left, his grip tightening just enough to ground you.
“See,” he murmured against your skin, “I ain’t all bad. I know how to take care of my toys.”
You tilted his face back up to yours, meeting his gaze head-on. “I’m not your toy, Foxy.”
For the first time, his smirk faltered, replaced with something darker. Deeper. He searched your eyes like he was looking for a reason not to want you this much. Then he kissed you again—slower this time, but hungrier, like he couldn’t stop himself if he tried.
The room faded, the world outside forgotten. It was just his hands, his mouth, the rough scrape of leather and denim giving way to skin. Every touch was a contradiction—possessive but careful, wild but attentive. Foxy Coltrane was chaos wrapped in heat, and you knew right then you were in trouble.
Because you wanted more.
Foxy’s grin turned feral the second your words left your mouth. His hands were on you again, tugging at your clothes like patience was a luxury he didn’t have. Buttons popped, fabric tore — he didn’t give a damn, not when you were squirming in his lap, your breath catching against his lips.
“Goddamn,” he growled, dragging his mouth down your throat, teeth scraping hard enough to leave marks, “you feel even better than I pictured.”
He pushed you back onto the thin mattress, climbing over you, boots hitting the floor with a thud. His weight pressed you down, heavy and solid, and you gasped when his hips ground into yours — the hard line of him making your whole body jolt.
“Yeah,” Foxy rasped, watching your reaction like it fueled him. “That’s what I wanted. That’s what I came here for.”
His hands roamed rough, greedy — pinning your wrists above your head one moment, sliding under your clothes the next. Every touch was frantic, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to devour you or worship you. You arched into him, and he laughed low, dirty, right against your ear.
“Feisty little thing… bet you taste just as sweet as you sound.”
His mouth was everywhere — biting, sucking, claiming you with marks that would linger long after the night ended. And when he finally shoved his jeans down, the air between you burned hotter than the desert outside.
The first thrust stole your breath. Hard, fast, unapologetic. He set the pace like a man starved, hips slamming into yours, every movement a reminder of just how dangerous he was — and how good danger could feel.
You clutched at him, nails digging into his shoulders, and instead of slowing, he growled his approval. “That’s it. Give me somethin’ to remember you by.”
The bedframe rattled against the wall, his rhythm relentless. He kissed you hard, messy, teeth clashing, and for a moment you wondered if you’d come out of this whole. Then his hand slid down, rough fingers finding you, working you in time with his thrusts. The world narrowed to heat, friction, Foxy’s voice in your ear telling you how goddamn good you felt.
When you finally broke — body arching, breathless cries spilling into the room — he cursed, deep and guttural, following you over the edge. He collapsed against you, sweat-slick and grinning, chest heaving.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, tangled together on that shitty motel bed. Foxy was still catching his breath, sprawled across the mattress, when you pushed at his chest. He raised a brow, smirk tugging at his lips.
“What’s this, sweetheart? Already tryin’ to kick me outta bed?”
Instead of answering, you straddled his hips, pressing him back down against the mattress. His grin faltered for half a second, then widened like you’d just given him the best idea he’d ever heard.
“Well, hell,” he drawled, hands sliding up your thighs but not stopping you. “Look at you, ridin’ high like a queen. Gonna show me how it’s done, huh?”
You leaned down, pinning his wrists to the mattress, lips brushing his ear. “You had your turn, Coltrane. Now it’s mine.”
That laugh of his—low, filthy, delighted—vibrated through his chest. “Goddamn. I like you mean.”
You shifted, sinking down onto him slow, savoring the way his cock twitched under your control. His breath hissed out, hands straining under your grip, but he didn’t fight it. Not yet.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned, head tipping back against the pillow. “You’re killin’ me.”
You rolled your hips, setting a pace just a little slower than he wanted, dragging it out, making him curse under his breath. For once, he wasn’t leading—he was writhing beneath you, muscles tense, jaw tight as he watched you ride him.
Every time he tried to buck up harder, you pressed his wrists firmer into the mattress, grinding down on him until his eyes went dark with hunger.
“Look at you,” you taunted, sweat dripping down your chest as you moved faster, harder. “All talk, and now you’re begging with your eyes.”
Foxy growled, a raw, desperate sound that made your body clench around him. “Don’t you dare stop, sweetheart. You think you’re in control? You better finish what you started.”
You rode him harder, the rhythm brutal, the slap of skin echoing in the small room. He cursed, thrashed under you, but let you take every ounce of control. His eyes never left yours, wild with pride and lust tangled together.
When you tightened around him, when the pace turned frantic and your nails dug into his wrists, Foxy finally lost it—groaning your name, spilling over with you, his whole body bucking helplessly under your command.
When it was over, you collapsed against him, both of you breathless, slick with sweat. He laughed again, softer this time, brushing damp hair from your face with his knuckles.
“Sweetheart,” he rasped, still grinning like a devil, “you ever pin me like that again, I might just fall in love.”
