#michael mysers

[slashersins]

slasher’s reaction to there s/o getting taken or held hostage

part one | part two |

part two will have : bubba , billy & stu , vincent , bo , lester , and jacob .

@motherthoty  asked: Could you do a slasher reaction to there s/o getting taken or held hostage? I just gotta know man 😖

jason voorhees

held hostage

he’s teeming with anger , cold , lethal fury radiating off of him . it’s directed half towards the man haphazardly holding a hunting knife to your jaw with a shaky grip , and half towards himself for not preventing the situation . his machete is gripped so tightly that he could almost feel the skin pulling and tearing on his knuckles . his eyes flicking between your tear stained face and the screaming man .

freak , monster , kill you if he doesn’t drop his weapon , let me go and he won’t hurt you , fuck face , killer , monster . the words don’t fully reach his ears , but he knows what the intentions are . and he knows that he doesn’t need a machete to end the life of the man who thought it was wise to go after his lover .

with a solid thunk , the blade sinks into the muddy earth at his side , a way to pacify the man . he only needs you to get away , only needs a moment to rip you from his arms before ripping his arms off his body . let him think he’s won . let him think that he won’t attack .

the man’s face turn frantic and ecstatic , tears welling in his eyes as he loosens his grip on the knife , on you . jason’s fingers flex at his side , the man doesn’t notice , and before he can tighten his grip on you again to make another set of threats and demands jason is on him .

he doesn’t have time to scream , before his head is twisted completely around . you don’t have time to see or realize what’s happened before jason has you in his arms , keeping you from looking at your attacker . it was too quick for him . too gentle . too kind . jason had wanted to mutilate the man . cut him and make him scream . torture him and drag his body and blood through the camp as a warning to anyone who tried to touch what was his . but he couldn’t . the need to get you in his arms , get you save overpowered his brutal desires .

he lifts you , tucking you into his chest , his neck , arms shaking now that he has you . now that he almost lost you . he isn’t about to let  you go . he can’t . not even to dispose of the body . he can deal with that later . first he needs you home . needs you safe . and needs to make a thousand promises to you that this will never happen again .

michael myers

taken

cold , unforgiving , eyes stared up at the building . smith grove’s sanitarium . here . the soon to be dead man had taken you here . it was a twisted kind of joke for michael to be returning to the place he’d spent years of his life being poked and prodded and belittled and captive . loomis might just be as fucked up as he was for this . but that wouldn’t matter for long . only one of them would be living past tonight . the doctor had gone too far . he’d touched what was his , taken his property , his possession , his obsession . loomis had stolen you from him .

micahel is known for his brutality . this is unlike anything he’s done before . there is no simple quick kill . every person he comes across has his blood lust singing so loudly that it clouds his vision , makes every face seem like the man he’s after . the trail of gore and viscera he leaves behind him , clinging to his clothes , his hands , boots drenched in blood is proof of how he feels about this assault on him . and he knows , he knows that loomis is watching , hiding , and he turns his head to look at a security camera , eyes a glaring , blazing blue before he turns the corner .

every step draws him closer to loomis . closer to you . each step he can hear the chant of death and slaughter ringing in his ears . every step he feels as if his body is burning from the inside out . and then he’s there . just outside a door when he hears something so familiar . a whimper . your whimper . as if someone was holding their hand over your mouth , trying to force you to shut up . his keen ears pick up on it so quickly , so distinctly . he’s touching you . loomis has his hands on you . it’s another crime against michael added to the ever growing list .

the door is barely slammed open and there’s already a loud band ringing out in the room , a searing heat tears through michael’s shoulder , and has him taking a half step back . he doesn’t need to look to know he’s been shot . but just in the shoulder . and loomis should know that no amount of bullets will stop him from getting back what’s his .

looking back up he sees loomis pointing the gun back at him , he sees you trying to reach for him , trying to struggle as loomis holds a hand over your mouth . the sight . . . the sight of it all has him moving forward . three more shots , two land but he doesn’t stop . he doesn’t feel the pain , a furious adrenaline pumping through his blood as he takes the doctor by the face and with one hand lifts him , shoving him into the wall . bones crack , his screams muffled as his body thrashes .again , and again , and again until the sound of bones shattering and the rough though becomes squishy and wet and there's nothing more for michael to hold onto .

it doesn’t take more than a moment for michael to disregard the corpse in favor of looking down at you . tear stained cheeks , almost manic , shaking , splattered with blood . he’s none to gentle , not helping in your panicked state with his fast , rough movements as he check over you , and it takes you begging , pressing bloody fingers under his mask to grip his cheek for him to stop furiously searching over your body for any marks not left by him .

you whimper out that he’s hurt . he knows .he’ll heal . he always does . that’s not his concern . he lifts you instead , siting you on a table that’s been shoved against the wall in his attempt to reach you earlier . the look in your eyes tell him that you know what he wants , what he’s about to do . and you protest for a moment , not wanting him to hurt himself more than he already is but one look from michael and he knows that you understand that nothing will stop him from this . you were taken from him . now he had to take you back , in every way he could .

brahms heelshire

held hostage

they’d been quiet sneaking in . so quiet in fact that brahms hadn’t picked up on the unwanted guests until he heard the sound of a chairs being tossed about the library . it’s fast , quick and quiet that he moves through the walls like some devil has possessed him , at some point he’d grabbed a fire poker he’d laid against the old wood , the same one he’d tried to use to slaughter the last unwanted guest in his house .

he’s pressed against the wall , only taking a moment to peak into the room through a hole , in the few seconds he’s there he sees enough . two masked people . a woman . a man . threatening you and demanding to be shown a safe . none of it matters . you look panicked , holding brahm’s doll to your chest . it made his mind flash back to cole , to malcom , to when you were almost stolen from him .

there are no dramatics this time . no calling out in a child’s voice , no rummaging through the walls to frighten and confuse . He’s coming out of the hidden door with intentions and a need to deliver punishment . you’re eyes widen when you see his form , tall and lanky and you know what’s going to come . but there’s not fear , just the word please forming on your lips . if brahms had been seeking out permission , he would have found it .

the man is first , the fire poker raised high before coming down into his back . he doesn’t bother pulling it out as the man stumbles forward , instead turning to the woman cursing and shouting as her partner lay dying near brahms’ feet . for this he uses his hands and the edge of an antique table . the corner so sharp that it cuts into the back of neck and pops the vertebrae out of place . she goes wide eyed and falls limp and twitching on the floor .

panting heavily , he looks to you , blood on his hands once again . it all seems so familiar . like a loop that’s repeated it self , only with different faces . only this time you don’t get started , you aren’t pulled away by a scream of run . you aren’t trying to leave him . his doll is discarded on the floor as you run to him . not from him , shaking and hiding your face in his filthy chest .

he doesn’t hesitate , wrapping you into a possessive hug , letting his deadly fingers work through your hair . “don’t cry , pretty y/n . i’ll keep you safe .”

thomas hewit

held hostage

the meat had been difficult to bring in . there’d been a shortage of people passing through , so the rough necked bikers that stopped were they’re only choice . or so said hoyt . and right now , tommy was cursing his older brother . a switch blade in the meatier part of his shoulder , despite not doing too much damage , still hurt like shit and now he was having to chase the damned man out the barn . why hoyt hadn’t shot him , or loaded his damn gun before waving it around was beyond tommy , but he’d be growling at his older brother at a later time . right now he had to make sure the man didn’t make it into the house .

hoyt’s out the door before tommy , loading his gun and yelling for tommy to hurry his ass up and get the meat . he doesn’t wait too long , yanking the knife out of his shoulder and hissing as air stung the wound , before stomping out of the barn with a snarl .

he see’s his older brother go back round the house , just as he turns , he raises the gun . tommy figures the man is sound back , and quickly makes his way around the other side . why hoyt hasn’t shot yet , he doesn’t know , but he hopes the man won’t miss and hit him as he rounds the corner . but as he does it’s apparent as to why the shotgun hasn’t been fired .

the man’s faced away from him . his arm wrapped tightly around a body , your body , and tommy can see the way his fingers wrap around your neck even from behind . fear , rage , white hot and devastating shake him to his core .

the man’s yelling about how he’ll kill you . how he’s going to kill you for fucking with him and his three party crew , for gutting the other two like pigs in the barn . that he’s going to kill you and then kill the bastard sheriff and the big fucker . the words swarm his mind , images of your lifeless body on the ground , of your neck snapped have him moving forward with such animalistic rage that hoyt takes a step back , faltering in his hold on the gun .

the man must be confused because he laughs nervously , thinking he has the upper hand as he spills out his slurs and threats . he isn’t prepared for tommy to jerk his arm , lifting him up off the ground only to snap the bone in his furious grip . the man’s scream is loud , but tommy still manages to hear hoyt call you over , telling you it’s best to go inside and let tommy get out his anger . despite wanting to hold you , to check over you , hoyt’s right . he needs to do this first .

dropping the man to the ground , he easily steps and crushes the bones in his legs , lower , upper , then takes his nonbroken arm and jerks so hard it pops , using it to tug him towards the back entrance of the basement , knowing his body will hit and bleed over every step .

it’s well passed dinner when the screaming stops . when tommy finally comes up . when he stands in your door way still covered in the truth of what he’d just done to the man who’d been so close to hurting you - who did hurt you . instead of turning him away you just give a relieved look , walking over and hugging him , cupping his face and looking over him . he knows you can’t tell what’s his and what isn’t . and he knows you’ll want him in a bath , but first he’s brushing his fingers over your neck , where small bruises are forming and wonders if he made the man suffer enough . but you wrap your hand around his wrist and give him the sweetest look . tommy didn’t realize he was crying , even as you coo and lift up to kiss at him . he doesn’t realize how scared he’d been till he has you safe in his arms .

jesse cromeans

taken

his footsteps sounded in the halls . jesse wasn’t trying to hide . he wasn’t trying to play cat and mouse , even if he was hunting , this wasn’t a game . taking his fiancé , his lover , was not a game . it was a death sentence . one that was going to be levied out by his own hand . no matter the cost .

his fingers flex over the hilt of his knife . gripping it just so before he lets it go , walking with an almost swagger . dangerous , poised , deadly . he’s walks as if he knows were he’s going , and in a way he does . instinct has never failed jesse on a hunt before .

a shout . angry , furious , devastated , watery and betrayed fills the halls , luring jesse down a right corridor and then a left turn . every step has the shouts growing louder , your voice and then another , your captors . jesse can make out the conversation turned screaming match .

how could you do this ? you did this to yourself . why are you doing this to me , to jesse ? i didn’t want to do this to you , but i won’t let you be with him ! i love him ! you don’t even fucking know him , if you did , you’d end up like his first wife ! don’t say that , it’s awful , you don’t - jesse’s a bastard and he needs to die . i won’t ever forgive you if you hurt him . can you forgive him if he hurts me ? i -

there isn’t time for you to finish your thought as jesse strides into the room . he stops , glancing to you . tied up , a bruise on your cheek from being slapped , tears streaming down your cheeks , clothing torn . you look like you were dragged away kicking and screaming . he’s proud , he’s furious . looking at preston he gives a simple tilt of his head before pulling out a knife and stalking forward .

you call out for him , tell him no , please , don't do it , please , just - he ignores you , nothing you can say will save your brother’s life . no , preston made his bed and jesse was hell bent on laying him to rest in it . hate me , he thinks to himself , but you’ll never be taken away from me again . he can’t lose you . he won’t . not matter how much you hate him for this .

to his credit preston wields his own blade , similar to jesse’s . he makes the first move , but his reach is no match for jesse’s . one swipe and he’s cutting deep into the other’s arm , blood trailing as preston curses and backs up . there’s no hesitation . no pause . jesse is stopped by no man , by no remorse . even as you call out for him to stop , pleading to him , jesse moves forward .

three more swipes , three of preston’s fingers fall to the floor , his chest up , and he’s down on one leg . jesse takes in his surroundings for a second , shoving your brother , your kidnapper , his enemy into a wall , taking a hanging chain to wrap around his neck . preston struggles , making the mistake of reaching out to you , as if he has any right to . his arm is lying limp on the floor in moments . a tug on the chain jerks the screaming man up to jesse’s eye level . from behind the mask he snarls silently fingers dancing over his phone . the electronic call of “bye bye” sounds out in dark humor before jesse string him up higher to choke to death . he can live a little longer , suffer while he watches his former boss take back what’s his .

at some point you’d fallen over in the chair your tied to . crying at you squeeze your eyes shut . refusing to look at what jesse just did . and for that he’s minutely grateful . he bends down , untying you and giving you enough space to move , but not enough to run . it’s only then he sees those eyes of yours open , sees how you look up and breathe out a gasp . he prepares himself for what’s to come .

and then he feels your arms around his neck . your face pressed into him as you cry . the words you say are dizzying , you were so scared , he could of been hurt , why didn’t he listen to you , what would you do if you lost him . the words are said with a tremble that betrays the fact your still torn about the slaughter of your brother . but it also tells jesse something that solidifies the fact that no one will ever take you from him again .

& don’t forget that you can buy me a ko-fi if you wanna leave a little more love ! tho , honestly … i prefer tea … hmmm . 

[ibtravart]

Horror Babies are playing dress up!

Who did the best job?

Baby Freddy playing Super Freddy? Baby Jason playing outer space as Uber Jason? Baby Michael trying on a different mask? Baby Bubba trying on makeup?

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Check out the video made for my horror project, Found Footage, on 5 Meaty Horror Franchises to Sink Your Teeth Into!

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[slashersins]

Ok so, one of the best dates (in my opinion) is going to build a bear and each getting a bear! Like picking em out together n doing the little heart ceremony (and also putting scents in I love the scentss) putting the hearts in each others bears bc love~ picking out their clothes together, naming em, then afterwards grabbing something to eat! (Taking a picture together n setting it as your lockscreen) its wonderful and you get a bear to remind you of your partner!! 10/10!! -Scooby

jason voorhees 

this boy will dead ass put on his best clothes , his gloves , a hat , a face mask , sunglasses , and come to build a bear with you . he may not speak but fuck he is so excited to do this with you , and you look so fucking happy and excited . he will without a doubt do everything with such dedication and seriousness during the heart ceremony that the bear builder is a bit nervous . he gets his build a bear soft , barely stuffed so that it falls over when it’s sitting . he picks out an outfit similar to his , a bit sad there is no mask or little machete . he’s having so much fun and you can tell . and oh god , there’s little kids who can’t quite reach things and he is helping them , and somehow there are now two kids sitting on either side of him helping him make his birth certificate for his new stuffed animal and jason is just so happy and enjoying himself despite the fact that the children’s mothers look slightly terrified . he ends up naming his bear mr fluffington due to the help of the children who decided jason was their new best friend . the cashier takes a picture of you on the polaroid and jason is very happy with it . he may or may not make a small machete for mr fluffington so he can gaurd the cabin . 

michael myers 

somehow you got michael maskless and dressed in normal people clothes and inside of a mall . he’s intimidating , hair pulled back into a messy bun , face full of stubble , blue eyes cutting into everything and everyone . he doesn’t seem to care , picking his build a bear after staring at them . his bear is completely over stuffed and hard as a rock . he doesn’t move . doesn’t sing . barely holds the heart before dropping it onto the back instead of stuffing it in and watching it fall to the floor . the bear builder tries to pick it up , but michael steps on it , basically telling them to sew the bear up without it . after wards he takes the heart and pockets it . he doesn’t care what the bear wears . the bear has a black shirt and some jeans and that’s it , the clothes barely fit , and it is almost impossible to put them on . when he names it , he just sits at the computer and stares . he names it “no” . later that night , you find “no” stabbed , half of it’s stuffing on the floor leaving a trail to his body . michael is on the floor sewing the heart back inside of it . 

brahms heelshire 

you have to get one of those do it at home yourself build a bear maker kits shipped to you , but you try and give brahms the full experience . it actually scratches an itch of indulge on a childish activity that he didn’t know he had . and the fact that the bear that comes in the kit is rather small , makes him happy . he gives his bear to doll brahms . making it was fun , you taking on the role of peppy bear builder . he thought it was cute . his bear is medium full , and he wanted it dressed in a suit . his name is bearington the third . when you asked if he wanted to help you make your bear he lit up , using his adult voice and treating you like a child . he made you do a million and one things during your heart ceremony and you couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he was . all in all it was a super cute fun time and now bearington and doll brahms are never apart . 

thomas hewit 

you can’t really bring him to build a bear as i don’t think they existed in the time period he lives in , buuuuut you can make him one . you have him pick out a fabric he likes , not giving him any clue as to why . you ask him how soft he likes things . he tells you like his pillow . a little on the firm side . you make a little heart and you have him do a little ceremony with it to put his love in it . he humors you but looks at you with a raised brow as if you’re the silliest person he’s ever met . you ask him what his favorite outfit is and make him pick out more fabrics to get a clothes set out . when you present him with the bear he is shocked . he tries not to tear up . tries not to cry , but he’s so so so happy . he keeps it on his dresser and when he gets out of bed before you , he will put it in your arms so you won’t miss him . 

jesse cromeans 

jesse walks in like he owns the place . the prettiest most expensive bear is his . only the most fancy suit ( he will later order a suit from some fancy designer for his bear ) . he does the heart ceremony , smiling at you the entire time and bumping your hip with his . he promises that he’ll get a chrome heart to put inside of the bear later . and you best bet that jesse gets everything . sun glasses , boots , socks , underwear , roller skates , back pack . his bear is spoiled to shit . you’re is too , and you almost wanna laugh at the look on the other customer’s faces when the price rings up . jesse was being so showoffy that he forgot to get a birth certificate or name his bear . 

bubba saywer 

much like with tommy you can’t really bring bubba to build a bear . but unlike tommy , you already know all of bubba’s favorites . you know he loves textures , so the body , each limb , the head , and the tail are all different fabrics . different sensations so he can have those little stimming moments . you know he likes things extra soft , so that’s how you fill it up . during the heart ceremony you have bubba do so many cute little things and he is more than happy to bounce around and babble . then you have him close his eyes and sew the heart in . when he opens them his eyes light up . and when he feels over the bear he is in utter heaven . it becomes his stress reliever and cuddle buddy . and you’re so happy he finds so much comfort in it . bubba will be giving you so many kisses as a thank you .

billy loomis & stu matcher 

it’s pure chaos . they’re messing with the kids , putting things out of their reach , debating on what animal or bear to get . but they are the most creative . billy gets a bear , stu gets a bunny . billy gets his stuffed medium full , stu barely makes his stuffed at all . stu over exaggerates every fucking heart thing , billy just smirks and makes everything filthy despite the gasps of mothers around you . billy dresses his bear up like a bad ass punk , stu give it a dress and tries to make a thong for it . billy names his bich fuker and stu names his fuking bich . you don’t know how you made it out of the store without being kicked out but somehow you do . later , at lunch , both of them disapear only to suddenly see the stuffed animals pop over the table as they give you a weird stuffed animal porno scene that you try not to die laughing over . 

vincet sinclair 

surprisingly , vincent will go into town with you for this venture . and even more surprising , he will go maskless . his long locks will cover the damaged half of his face , and he might look just a bit annoyed with how crowded it is in the store and how loud it is . he’s used to peace and quiet and metal music . he spends a long time deciding on a stuffed animal , even if he doesn’t think that he’ll put it up anywhere . he tries and does convince you to only get one to share . you’ll both build it together . he choses two and lets you get the choice in which one to get . he does the heart ceremony with you , giving a soft look to you , amused at how much fun you’re having , memorizing the way you look so he can sketch it later . you both decide to try and dress up in cozy clothes , a sweater and pants and socks . you name the bear vincent jr and vincent shakes his head , looking at you amused and presses a kiss to your temple . 

bo sinclair 

bo is annoyed as fuck to be there and is glaring at the kids , calling them brats and ankle bitters . he doesn’t act like he cares , and much like vincent just wants to get one . he isn’t made of fucking money . though he does get pissy when you don’t pick the bear with golden curl fur and you end up changing it with hitting his chest with a limp bear hand . he talks down to the bear builder because at first it’s too soft , then it’s too fucking hard , and then there’s too much stuffing taken out . you end up tipping the poor girl when his back is turned . he almost fucking faints when he sees how expensive everything is for clothes so you only get one white shirt . you then convince him to get a pair of socks because that’s what bo wears when he’s being lazy . he names it ankle bitter . a few days after you get the bear you can’t find it and you think it might have been thrown away , and then you see it in bo’s garage on a top shelf holding a wrench . 

lester sinclair 

lester has a lot of fun . once he makes it inside he gets pumped and asks if he can give his to jonesy . you both decide that your gonna get on each for her . lester gets her a bunny because of how much jonesy loves them . its absolutely adorable . the bear builder has and issue understanding lester’s slurred country talk , and it makes you want to laugh so hard because it’s obvious they’re from out of state . you end up just doing your best to translate and only laugh harder when lester starts laying it on thicker for a laugh . the bear ends up between limp and medium , a good fluff for a cuddle and chew toy . he dresses the bunny up as you , saying that it’s good for jonesy to have a little version of her daddy’s love . and you can’t help but think lester is fucking cute . he doesn’t name the bunny . later , after you decide to eat in the mall , lester says he’ll be back and goes to the bathroom . when he comes back he hands you a little bear that is dressed up like him and tells you that he wanted to make you something to hug on to when you missed him too much . 

jacob goodnight 

jacob is nervous , overwhelmed . you go during a school day in the morning so no one is really around . he doesn’t what to do or what to chose , but decides on one that has eyes that can be removed , you understand that he has a bit of an issue so you promise that you’ll put pretty patches over the eyes when you get home , he’s very relieved by this . now , your boy is usually pouty or neutral looking , but watch him light up and smile during the heart ceremony . he takes everything to heart and is so happy . his bear is medium fluff with most of the fluff in his tummy . he takes his time cleaning it , and picks out a very basic outfit . just a plain shirt and shorts . he names it jacob , after himself and wants you to hold it , thinking that you look so cute with two soft stuffed animals in your arms . later , he’ll try to make matching cross necklaces for both your bears . he also wants to come back and make a bear each for all his dogs . 

martin ( 1977 ) 

this shy boy is extremely excited and nervous at the same time . he’ll be quiet , glancing towards you and back at his bear , one that is pure white . he does the heart ceremony , shy as hell about it , whispering the words and such . but the further into the store the more he comes out of his shell . he smiles and stands close , looking at clothes and wanting your bears to match . they both end up looking cute and fancy , his a girl he names angel , and he tells you it reminds him of you . he keeps it in his room , often looking at it when he thinks and misses you . 

carrie white

this girl is excited , eyes bright and smile wide and sweet . she picks out something soft and pink and colorful . she doesn’t want her bear to be plain , no she wants her to be beautiful and stand out . you can’t help it . you put your own bear away so you can spend all the money spoiling this happy girl you have . she does everything with gusto , even doing it with some shy kids . she’s so lost in the moment that it’s wonderful , she really needed this . her bear is so soft , nearly limp , and dressed in a pretty yellow sundress with ribbons on her ears . she names it sunshine . 

[slashersins]

How do you think Michael would respond to a S/O who refers to him as their husband?

the loud sudden knocking had spooked you so badly you yelped and nearly tossed your breakfast onto the floor . michael , sitting across from you at the kitchen table seemed undisturbed by the sudden noise , even if his eyes seemed to be locked on the living room . another set of hard knocks and you gave a nervous laugh standing up can calling out “ be right there ! ” to the door . michael stood with you , but you pouted and told him to stay here . he may not be in his murderous get up , but you weren’t going to risk anyone seeing him and getting curious .

you were prepared to see some door to door christans , maybe an overly eager girl scout . but instead you were greeted with the sight of two police officers . your blood ran cold , fear gripping your throat . and somehow you managed to go into autopilot , asking the officers if everything was okay . 

“ we just wanted to check in . there have been a few murders recently . and we believe the shape - ”

“ we believe the killer michael myers is stalking this area for his next victim . we want to make sure that everyone in the neighbor hood is aware they need to lock their doors and windows . and if you feel concerned or anything strange has been going on we will gladly search your home for you . ”

you blinked , looking at the officers with wide and frightened eyes . they must have taken your fear of them as fear for the boogeyman . the smaller of the two gave you a soft look , trying to be comforting as he reached out a hand and placed it on your shoulder . 

“ has . . . has there been strange things happening around your home ? we want to make sure this bastard doesn’t get anyone else . so if you think you might be a potential victim then - ”

“ dammit , travis ! you’re making them panic we are supposed to just be warning people to lock their doors and you’re over here - ” 

“ holy shit ! ”

the man who’d been holding your shoulder suddenly let go , and you felt a thick arm wrap around your waist , tugging you away from the door . it wasn’t until know that you noticed you were nearly hyperventilating , mind swirling too fast with the thoughts of them finding michael , of losing him , to realize that said man had come into view .

michael rubbed his thumb over your clothed stomach , keeping you close . cold eyes memorizing the face of the officer who’d so freely touched you , who caused you distress . 

“ uh , i - shit . ”

“ sir , who are you ? we were told this home was only currently occupied by one resident . ” the taller officer , the one who’d not been so touchy , flicked the cap of his tazer , hand ready . michael only glared , as if to dare him . 

somehow you found your words , panic taking over as your raised your hands in defense . “ n - no . well , yes but - this - this is my husband ! um , he’s - he’s a oil rig worker . he isn’t here often , always working ! so it was just me when i got the place . he’s just home for a few weeks before going back to work . please don’t - ”

“ oh . well , this is embarrassing . i’m sorry . still , i recommend you lock your doors and windows . even as big a man as you are , you can’t be too safe , mr . . . ”

“ audrey ! his name is audrey . sorry , he’s a little grumpy this morning . hasn’t had his coffee . um , thank you for stopping by . we’ll lock out doors i promise . ”

the shorter officer had to hide a laugh , obviously thinking the name audrey for such a large man was hilarious . but he only received a jab in the side from his partner . they wished you a good day and you shut the door . you would of fallen against it , legs jelly with fear , if michael hadn’t been holding you . he merely held onto you . not saying a word . his mind mulling over the situation . 

he’d certainly be killing both men later tonight . they had tried to intrude into his territory . they had frightened you , made you panic . one had touched you . the other thought a tazer would be enough to stop him . and had it not been early morning michael might have just dragged the two inside by their throats and snapped their necks . 

michael sat on the couch , letting you turn to hide your face in his chest while you calmed down . simply holding you . you’d kept the men at the door . you lied to them . called him your husband . claimed he worked in a job that would allow him to spend time away and not cause suspicion . it was smart . but the part that lingered in his mind was the way you so quickly assigned him the role of husband . you’d recently referred to him as your boyfriend . and for some reason that word . . . being titled as a husband gave him a feeling of utter ownership over you . he kept stroking your skin , eyes giving nothing away as you peaked up and gave a nervous laugh , calling that interaction a close call . michael only stared down until you wiggled out of his grip and guided him back to his now cold breakfast . 

later that night , after the officers were dealt with , michael went searching for more victims . the report the next morning would say that all the females attacked and killed had their left ring finger cut off completely . they’d all been married or engaged . and those who had somehow survived the shape gave not of how each step he took seemed to give off the light sound of jewelry or change clinking together . 

[slashersins]

Hii! I love your writing so much 🥰 I was wondering if you could write something for Brahms Mikey Jesse & Thomas (and maybe poly!ghostface if you feel like?) when their pacifist soft s/o who they never kill in front of kisses their hands after they kill to protect her? I need some fluff in my life . Thank you!!

mmmm somft reader with their murder men in a somft moment ! ! ! 

Hii! I love your writing so much 🥰 I was wondering if you could write something for Brahms Mikey Jesse & Thomas (and maybe poly!ghostface if you feel like?) when their pacifist soft s/o who they never kill in front of kisses their hands after they kill to protect her? I need some fluff in my life . Thank you!!

brahms

you knew brahms was a complicated man . prone to kindness , clinging to you constantly , begging for attention . prone to tantrums , destroying everything in his path , making the walls shake with his fury . prone to love , petting your hair , your face , whispering desperate words of affection . you never wanted to admit it , unable to think too long about how brahms was also very prone to violence . you were lucky , you’d heard of what happened in the heelshire manner before moving in . about a man being slaughtered , a nanny attacked and chased around like cat and mouse with the cat having an unfair advantage . you knew there were murders reported when people broke in . you knew brahms was capable . but you wer lucky . you never experienced it first hand . 

the man must have been drunk . must have thought no one lived in the house despite the fact you put effort into making it look lived in . he must have been confused . that’s what you wanted to think when you heard the kitchen door be busted in . you made a mistake of not running to hide . no , you went to see what happened . it seemed you were just as unexpected as the intruder was , because he paused before taking after you like a bat out of hell , yelling and waving a wrench in his hand . you’d screamed , and brahms had nearly fallen as he clamored through the walls to seek you out . 

brahms wasted no time in coming out of the walls , taking in the scene of some grimy intruder about to bring a wrench down on your prone form . he saw red . chest heaving and blood thundering in his ears as he ripped the wrench out of the man’s hands and used it to beat against the man’s skull . the intruder tried to put up a fight , he even tried reaching out to you for help , but you were too wide eyed , watching as brahms violently ended this man’s life for breaking into his home , for hurting his significant other . there was no mercy . and when brahms was sure that the man had breathed his last , he looked to you . and you saw no remorse in his eyes for the kill . 

the adrenaline coursing through him had him forgetting your distaste for gore and violence . he just needed to know you were okay . he thought you might flinch , might cry . but instead you took his outstretched hands and bought them to your face . kissing over his knuckles as tears finally fell . brahms pulled you into a tight embrace , hushing you as you spilled out your thank yous , i love yous , i was so scared . he’d dispose of the mess later . right now you needed him . and he needed you . 

michael

michael has never killed in front of you . there’s never been a reason to . you’re always at home , at work , at school , somewhere he isn’t when he’s destroying and ending lives . the most you see is a bloody knife in your kitchen and filthy clothes in the hamper . you don’t like it , hating to think about those who lost their life to michael’s blood lust . you know you’re lucky to have never seen it . to only deal with the smallest of traces of the destruction he leaves . 

it’s a nice evening for a walk . work was running late , and so you stayed extra . and after such a long shift , you were excited to get home and hopefully find michael sitting on the couch . maybe he’d tolerate you leaning on him as you forget the stresses of the day . you don’t notice you’re being followed . maybe it’s due to you being lost in your own little world . maybe it’s due to the fact you’ve gotten used to the feeling of being watched by micahel that it just slips your mind completely . but you do feel the head of a gun shove into your back as a hand wraps around your mouth . 

there’s a demand that you give up your money or else . the gun digging in your back painfully as gloved hands squeeze your jaw hard . another demand , a near desperate shout for your any and everything in your bag . and then you feel the man press against you , a weak strained noise leaving him , something thick and warm dripping down the back of your neck and over your shoulders . the weight of the man get’s heavy , and then he falls to the side , gargling on his own blood , twitching and wide eyed as he stairs at the sky .

you turn so fast you almost fall , taking a few steps back only to meet michael’s gaze . a kitchen knife in his hand , wet and dripping crimson . he watches you for a moment . daring you to run . and you do , but not away from him , to him . he lets you wrap your arms around him chest , sobbing as you cling to him . michael allows the contact until you even your breathing . you want to stay and cling to him , fingers in a white knuckle grip on his jumpsuit . you just saw him kill and yet you still stay . because you love him . because despite everything , you know at least some small part of him might love you to . 

jesse

he has enemies . he knows this . he’s rich and powerful and a murderer . he’s bound to have a few outside forces trying to come down on him . jesse had never thought , however , that this enemy would come from within . preston was a wanna be . he’d been trying to frame himself as the new , better chromeskull . he’d been added to jesse’s shit list the moment the man found out , making the other rush off into hiding and prepare for the inevitable . and preston . . . preston thought he was smart . thought he could make jesse suffer . he thought he could take you away from him . preston had never been so wrong . 

he’d taken you . taken you with threats to torture you . the fury inside of jesse was untamed . preston thought he was so smart , but jesse was smarter . he found the little hide away without any difficulty . always sloppy and so easy to track . preston was pathetic . and jesse would be doing the world a fucking favor by ending his life . 

he’d never wanted to drag you into this world . he wanted you free from it . but here you were , tapped to a chair , tears streaming down your face . preston was smug as he watched you , not noticing the gleam of chrome behind him . not realizing that jesse was here , close . he didn’t notice until jesse squatted down and cut through his Achilles tendon in one deep slash . the larger man was quick to disarm preston , using the knife he’d been holding to stab through his hand with so much force it settled into the floor . jesse hand’t wanted you to see this side of him . but it open for you . jesse’s heart set on one thing and one thing only . dismembering and torturing this betrayer of trust and kidnapper of his love . it slow and agonizing , and you had to close your eyes and look away , unable to take the scene . but when the screaming stopped you looked back , seeing the way jesse’s broad shoulders shook and his head titled back . 

you made a noise , and it drew his attention . he was on you in and instant . cutting you free and tugging at tap , even if it hurt , he wanted it off of you . before he could sign anything you were tugging him in , pushing his chrome mask off his face and kissing him , asking if he was okay , telling him how worried you were about him . he couldn’t help but bring you in close , bloodstained , gloved hands ridding up your shirt . you’d seen him at his truest , and yet you worried for him instead of yourself . he couldn’t ever let you go now .

thomas

the meat had got out . high on adrenaline and fear , the girl had somehow used her bloody wrists to wiggle out of her restraints . thomas has roared with fury when he saw her missing . grabbing his chainsaw as he quickly stomped upstairs . he needed to find and end them before they had a chance to retaliate against his family . 

he was panting , looking for blood trails to lead him in the right direction when he heard you scream . his heart stopped for half a second as fear and rage flooded him . they had you . they would hurt you , take you away . he couldn’t lose you . he could’t . 

the woman was clawing at you , sobbing as she dug her jagged nails into your skin , you tried to crawl away , tried to push her off , panic flooding you . soon her begs became screeches of betrayal as she realized you were one of those monsters who had killed her friends . her hands balled into fists and she raised them , bringing them down on you were she could . she didn’t get more than two hits in before tommy brought the chainsaw down on her , tearing into her back and through her spine , splattering the both of you in blood . 

thomas kicked away the corpse , dropping the chainsaw as he looked down at you . fear in his eyes as he panted . he wanted to reach out , to hold you . but how could he ? you saw him kill . you would think he was a monster . and he deserved it for not tying the meat up tighter . for not just killing the meat right off the bat . 

you can only look up at thomas , trying to calm your breathing .the fear and self hate in his eyes . the utter loneliness  . . . you’re shaky on your feet , walking towards him . taking his hands in yours and kissing over his palms . he can’t help the sob that falls from his lips as he presses his forehead to your shoulder . and you can’t help that you press his hands over your heart , showing him you’re okay . it’s okay . every things okay . 

billy & stu

the boys are possessive and protective . they don’t like when people try to step in on their territory . it’s not you they don’t trust . it’s them . and there is only so much they can take before they snap . so it’s no surprise that they do . they don’t have their gear . but they do have a pick pocketed pocket knife and rage , and that will just have to do the trick . they don’t have time plan , they only have time to act . because that drunken bastard hasn’t left you alone all night , and he decided it would be find to just fucking grab at you despite you telling him to stop . 

they gang up on you , putting themselves between you and the drunken bitch fuck who was trying to grind on you . they don’t want you to see , one of them backing you up , while the other all but guts the bastard in a swift motion , careful not to get blood on them . it happens so fast , the screaming , the boys acting shocked , the sudden need to rush outside , to leave the bar and sneak away . stu blocks you from view , billy leading the three of you to a gas station . with and outdoor bathroom . 

they shove you in , billy washing the blood off his hands and trying to clean out the sink the best he can . stu trying to keep you from looking , but it’s too late . you can put it all together . and you’re wide eyed as you look between your boys . the looks in there eyes show you that there is a secret they’ve been hiding . something dark , something they’re scared of you finding out . and as you watch their faces everything falls into place . 

this isn’t how they wanted you to find out . they didn’t want you to find out . even if they both knew that with time you would . and here in a shitty public bathroom their secret became exposed . they wait for your response . teetering on the edge of fear and rejection . when you take their hands in your own . raising them to your cheeks and give them that soft smile , they feel relieved . and you’re next words , accepting and concerned for them have them both laughing and pulling you in for kisses . just stay safe , for me .

[slashersins]

I love your writing!! Would you write for a s/o admiring the squishy bellies of Michael, Jason, Brahms and Bubba? Thank you so much!

FUCK ME UP WITH THIS SQUISHY BELLY GOOD SHIT 

I love your writing!! Would you write for a s/o admiring the squishy bellies of Michael, Jason, Brahms and Bubba? Thank you so much!

michael . 

he’s so much like a cat , you think as your try to figure how much more michael will take before forcing you to stop . maybe just one more ? you smile , pressing a soft kiss to his belly , giving it a soft squeeze as your eyes drift back up to michael . his eyes are hard , cold and glaring . but he still hasn’t shoved you away . you can’t help yourself as you lift up , giving his soft belly another squeeze . “ you’re eating too much cake . but i think i like it . big scary , soft tummied boogieman . ” it seemed that was where he drew the line , putting his hand on your face and pushing you away . you couldn’t help but laugh , smiling despite how michael was shoving you away . maybe you could kiss and squeeze that now chubby belly of his some more if you made some brownies . .

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jason 

to say he was completely and utterly embarrassed was an understatement . his pants wouldn’t button , and you were attempting to help . and attempting was a strong word . you were feeling him up . ignoring his pants as you ran your hands up and down his belly , a mischievous look on your face . “ i guess you just can’t wear pants . ” jason huffs and pouts , one hand moving to pull down his shirt and hide his chub . .you retaliate by wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him in close , nuzzling that nice belly . “ you’re so cute and soft , jason . you big soft boy . and i love this little tummy . ” he has to look away , hiding his face in his hands as you continue showing him in affection . 

brahms 

any touch is good touch . and he can’t help but squirm as you run your hands over his belly . it’s all your fault it’s gotten bigger , but he can’t complain because ever since he started putting on weight you’ve been touching him more . he can’t take much of your wandering hands , hips rocking up in need , but you ignore it to press teasing kisses and nip at his lower belly . you know exactly what you’re doing . and brahms is weak . if keeping a little bit of fat on his bones means that you keep touching him like this , teasing him like you are , he’ll stop complaining . just keep those hands and mouth against him . 

bubba 

the man is big . so big . and you can’t help but just admire that big belly bubba has . you know that there’s strong muscle underneath all that cushion . it’s hard to contain yourself as you watch him hussle and bussle around the house . so it’s no wonder that the first chance you get , you press up against him , hands on his belly and squeezing . “ my handsome big man . ” bubba squeals happily , beaming and bringing you into a hug . and that means you have that perfect belly of his pressed against you all the more . you can’t help it , you squeeze and dig your fingers into supple flesh . “bubby . . . i wanna see this sexy belly in your lace and satin . ” there’s a startled noise , and then your lifted as be bounds up the stairs , excited for a little body worship .