Slasher/Creep Darling who always obscures their face by their hair, a mask or other means, but not for reasons one might think. Rather than hiding their identity, Darling has the biggest sad puppy/wet kitten eyes without even trying. One look into those eyes and any unease/fear towards them melts away. Things are worse off for Darling if they naturally have a voice that makes them sound like they're seconds away from bursting into tears.
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[Slasher Darling wearing their mask apporches their victim, weapon raised-]
Victim: Ahh! It's the killer!
[Slasher Darling apporches their victim without their mask]
Victim Yan: Awww, look at you! What are you doing waving that axe around, Sweetheart- Somebody might get hurt. :( What do you need? Some money? A place to stay? I'll give you both-
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Creep Darling: Are you going to kill me now?
Slasher Yan: Don't cry, Love- I'll make it quick.
Creep Darling: I'm not crying. This is just the natural tone of my voice. I suppose you would like to watch the life drain from my eyes too.
Slasher Yan: Wouldn't be opposed to it-
[Creep Darling pulls a headband from their backpack - big, beautiful eyes glossy and meek in the moonlight as they push their hair back]
Slasher Yan: ....
Creep Darling: Well? I'm waiting.
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Slasher Yan, head in their hands as they stare blankly at the floor: It was like trying to bludgeon a baby seal-
Creep Darling, locked up in the slasher's bedroom - wrapped in a warm blanket, sitting in front of a plate of fresh food: .... Am I still going to die?
can u tell i love slashers... i wanna be a hot slasher monster thats the gender goal.
you're a local legend in the area, a modern myth to scare people away from the old slaughter house. most people don't actually believe you exist but there isn't an insignificant amount of people who never make it back from that "haunted" location.
you're no ghost, no you're very real. you live in the slaughter house where you do your "work". you actually ship out a decent amount of actual meat but only to specific customers who don't ask questions. some of them buy your premium meats but mostly you're just butchering cows and pigs. it's tedious work, nothing is as satisfying as cutting into a screaming crying human body.
you're so excited when another group of young adults come to visit. they're doing a test of courage. you're gonna make them really prove themselves tonight. there's only about 6 of them and from that you can only see 3 who's meat will actually sell. you silently plan to keep two as livestock to plump up and leave the 6th to go back and spread your myth farther.
it's a long night. humans don't like dying, they fight and scratch every step of the process. you've gotten two of the ones with the best meat and you've put them in your meat locker. one of the worthless ones is bleeding out with your hand in their hair. the remaining meats have given you a pretty nasty wound in your side and the pain is pissing you off. you don't even get to throw this worthless meat in the freezer before it's dead. annoying. you let go of its hair, your foot crushing it's arm as you drag yourself further.
you smell gasoline when your body finally gives against one of the walls. you can guess that those stupid meat bags are going to set fire to all your hard work. if only they hadn't gotten the drop on you. you hold your hand over the cut as you accept your fiery fate. but it doesn't come.
you hear footsteps, timid footsteps. you lull your head in the direction of them and you see the last premium meat standing there in front of you.
"...you... you're hurt." he drops next to you and tepidly reaches his hand towards your wound. you remove your hand letting it fall limp next to you. he immediately pulls out a small sewing kit.
"this is going to be uncomfortable but please bear with it." he threaded a needle and began the painful process of sewing up the gash.
you watched his hands move in silence, only flinching a few times from the pain. the boy in front of you had his brows furrowed and his tongue slightly out as he focused intensely on patching you up. it was so curious you couldn't stop staring at him. he tied it off and cut the excess string.
"i should kill you now." you picked your weapon off the ground next to you. the meat swallowed hard.
"if.. if you want... but can I make a request?" his face was red.
"i don't usually take requests.. but i suppose since you helped me out."
he swallowed again before looking up into your eyes. "i.. i don't want you to sell me. please eat me yourself!"
Imagine being a feared serial killer/slasher. Your supposed to be feared by all, but not with one camper. No, he's not just unafraid he's obsessed with you. Researching everything he can about you before visiting your territory. Once all his friends are dead he plays the victim act. Offering his fat, doughy ass and tight boypussy in return for "mercy."
Of course you take him up on it and fuck his brains out. Leaving his ass gaped and marked with hand prints. Leaving him the only survivor, but he'd be back. Why would he stay away when he's already addicted to your dick? Next time, he'll make sure to wear a shorter skirt.
Can you please do Slashers (Norman Bates, Patrick Bateman, Micheal, Jason, Brahms, Billy and Stu. You get the idea) with a, hear me out, a s/o who is just as if more out of pocket and crazy as they are, but here’s the catch their s/o aka you 🫵, don’t even realize how they are acting. (This was a 3 am woke up in the middle of the night with sweats kind of concept) But, do with that what you will.
💙💜🩵
Slashers x male reader
Headcanons
I don’t really know Norman, since I’ve never watched Psycho, and Patrick. I know Patrick somewhat at least a little cuz I’ve seen clips, so this is all based off wikis, so I hope it’s still good.
Norman Bates
Norman typically seems to have a more subdued and submissive personality, so for you two to be dating, his mom has to be out of the picture somehow. Maybe you guys still run the motel though.
Norman is possessive of you, not wanting to lose you. So you being just as possessive, if not more, in return, would probably tickle him pink even if he doesn’t want to express it. his second personality would enjoy it if you were just as violent too.
It doesn’t seem like Norman registers that hes got some issues himself, so he probably wouldn’t even notice that you had them too, or that you didn’t realize it either. You two are just two guys who are less than stable, but boy are you happy together in your little murder motel.
Patrick Bateman
You two would be like a house on fire, I think. Having someone just like himself if not worse, would only make Patrick more set in stone about his life and decisions. You two would end up clashing heads pretty regularly, since you both have such eccentric personalities, but then it goes back to being a loving relationship again.
You two are unhealthily co-dependent, and you just push each other to be your worst selves. Your worst, well dressed, manicured and intelligent selves. You guys are probably seen as kinda snobby or full of yourselves to everyone else, but you and Patrick have a great time.
You not realizing that you act this way would excite Patrick I think, since that’s the one up he has on you where you are more than him in every other way. It also excites him in other ways, since you are just like this, and this is who you are without all the debating on if this is right or not.
Michael Myers
You guys met at the asylum, that’s the only place I could imagine you two met. How you two got together I’m not sure, but it wouldn’t take long. You are both quiet and terrifying to be around, but it draws you together.
Neither of you talk much, which just results in you guys being able to communicate in silence. When you guys get out, it’s like a date for you two, going on another Halloween killing spree. If walking slowly around, knives in one hand, and holding the others hand in the other, counts as a date. Its romantic to you two, that’s all that matters.
I don’t think Michael himself really thinks about the way hes acting, so he wouldn’t think about it with you either. That’s just how he is, and how you are, and you go together like two misshapen bloody puzzle pieces.
Jason Voorhees
Jason is a serial killer, yes, but he’s also a nice guy if you look past all of that. So, if you are just chill like him most of the time, and partner up with him to get rid of the people who go where they shouldn’t go, then it would be a pretty nice relationship.
If you were even worse than him, then I could see him silently admiring you as you put together traps even, he didn’t think about. You not looking like Jason also means you can leave the forest to go into town and get different equipment, which just ups your game.
Jason doesn’t have much of an opinion on the fact that you don’t realize that you are worse than him, since this is also just the way he is and has been for who knows how many years. He likes that you are like him and that you aren’t scared of him.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms is a huge fan that you are as bad as him or worse. Hes a little creep, so he would start salivating knowing you are watching him back, or seeing how you get rid of your ex on your own when they show up at the mansion.
You two are like gasoline on a fire for the other, since you just fuel the worst parts of each other in the best way, in your shared opinion. This means there’s no reason for Brahms to hide in the walls. He still likes doing it though, just so he can watch you, or you can come after him.
Like a good chunk of the others, Brahms doesn’t really register that he’s pretty messed up himself. Living in isolation for so long will do that to ya. So, it doesn’t really mean anything to him that you don’t realize how you’re acting. He just likes that you watch each other’s freak.
Billy Loomis
It excites Billy in multiple ways that you match his crazy. And by multiple ways, I mean it. It gets his blood pumping and gets him flustered to see you match his plans, or even push them further than he could have ever thought of.
You two are both horror movie obsessed bloodthirsty idiots, who both get way too excited about planning and committing the slashing. You just push each other to be worse, and to push the limits more and more. It makes you more likely to be caught, since you guys fuel each other.
To Billy its so hot that this is just how you are and that you don’t even really realize how you are acting, it’s like you are something walking right out of his deepest fantasies. But he’s has to be the voice of reason, and has to make sure you don’t let anything slip in public, just in case.
Stu Macher
Stu doesn’t seem to be the brightest guy out of the ghostface duo, so he’s probably just hyped that you match him, or go even further than him. If you go further than him, then I can imagine Stu also doing even more. Its kind of a cycle, you do something, and he follows.
It’s also what almost gets you guys caught multiple times, since you don’t really think your plans all the way through, since you both are just too excited and into what’s happening. Stu really likes the thrill of it all though, which leads to a lot of make out sessions.
Stu doesn’t really think about it much himself, that what he does is messed up and wrong, so I can’t imagine him thinking about how you act either. You two are kind of two halves of a whole idiot, and if Billy is around that he has to keep you guys on the right track so you don’t out yourselves or do something dumb.
And i've heard many times how heartless actually Michael is, that he just killed Ismael after he was there for him (the man on photo)
But.. I think there's more to it, that he actually kind of blames him..
Let me get into this.
When Michael got locked up, Ismael talked to him and gave him some "advice"
I: "You can't let those walls get you down, believe me i know, i spent a little time behind walls.. I know they can drive you crazy.. "You gotta look beyond the walls, learn to live inside your head, there are no walls that can stop you there.
M: *nods*
You can see lil man is thinking about it..
Well and after that everything went wrong. He started to wear masks, stopped talking, he really learned how to live inside of his head.
His mom committed suicide, he lost her.. the only person he loved and wouldn't hurt (he lost little boo aswell) And then we see the scene when Loomis told him, that this is their last day together basically that he's not gonna be there for him anymore. And let me tell you, i also think he hates Loomis because he "held" him there, and wouldn't let him out.. but he was also the only person that was (had to be) "with him" for 16 years.. that's a lot of time. And after he left, i think he started to hate him even more.
Well, back to why i am even writing this.
So Michael eventually killed everyone there, that's when Ismael came and you can see Michael was waiting what he's going to do..
I: "What are you doing out of your room Mikey?"
M: *angry look*
I: "Don't do nothing we're both gonna regret later, okay?"
M: *tilts head*
Then Ismael grabbed handcuffs and Michael tested him what he's gonna do, and Ismael tried to put handcuffs on him, that's why Michael got angry because he knew Ismael is just like others that wants him locked up, he never wanted good to him.. You can hear Michael growled after Ismael told him "I was good to you Mikey" He was furious, at himself that he thought Ismael is "different" but mostly about his lecture all those years ago, he took Ismael's advice and everyone left him because of that.
Everyone always talks about slasher ghost and slasher graves. But give me slasher reader
Small HC piece, and I'm out of practice with writing, but I still like this lol
@glossythor
Slasher reader who took one look at the tall, dark man who moved in across the hall and fell in love hard. Slasher reader who will bake him cookies and cakes but also kill for him in a second because no one makes their Simon feel bad. God help you if you make them mad.
Neighbor Simon Ghost Riley who thinks his little neighbor is cute. It took a week for him to fall in love with the singing as they left their apartment every morning. And their cookies, god their cookies tasted like they were baked in heaven. His little neighbor made him a container of sweets whenever he left on deployment and promised to look after his apartment.
Slasher reader who definitely doesn't steal one of Simon's shirts as soon as they walk in his empty apartment. They promised to look after it, and he handed them a key! They water his plants, look over his movie collection to know what he likes, does some dishes, lays in his bed for a solid ten minuets.
Neighbor Simon Ghost Riley, who walks in his apartment, exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Simon Riley who stops in his tracks when he sees you, apron on, leaning over his oven, pulling out cake pans. Simon Riley, who didn't think he could fall in love with anyone, falls even harder. Simon Riley, who happily wraps his arms around you when you jump toward him. Simon Riley, who helps you decorate a cake, having some of the most fun he's had in a long time.
And finally, John Mactavish. John Mactavish, who retired from the military after a very close near death experience. John Mactavish who joined the police force because he needed something to do. John Mavtavish, who is stumped over this series of murders, no clues, rarely caught on camera, nothing. John Mactavish who visits his bestie, Simon Riley, but dosen't expect to see he so called neighbor. John Mactavish, who can feel something wrong with them. Simon's neighbor is off. He just can't figure out why.
Imagine :: Slasher!Reader getting therapy because of their obsessed “victims”
You buried your masked face in your hands as you continue to rant about your recent experiences with your so-called victims.
“I swear, every time I point a knife to their throat, they would say: ‘Mommy/Daddy’. Do you see how fucking disturbing is that?!”
Your therapist, despite being scared shitless right now, tried to give you some... advice? But nothing comes out of their mouth.
Your therapist takes a short time to examine their once clean office. There was blood, everywhere.
You entered wearing your signature slasher outfit with your weapon in hand, splattered with blood.
The therapist thought you were going to kill them but imagine their surprise when you sat down and started to rant as if you were their client.
“I just,” Your voice snaps them out of their thoughts.
“I just want to hear people scream, alright? Not in an intimate way, just, out of pure fear for their lives. But NO, every victim I killed would always end up moaning whenever I stab them!” You let out a frustrated sigh as you finished, leaning back to the blood stained pillows of the sofa.
You look at the therapist and they freeze. “You wouldn't do any of that if I stabbed you, right?” You ask, tone serious and slightly threatening.
The therapist quickly shakes their head and clears their throat. “O-Of course not, only mentally ill people would find serial killers attractive...”
“Thank you! You have no idea how happy your words made me!” You beamed but your little smile is completely invisible because of your mask.
You stood up and tossed some cash that was rolled up, it was bloody, no surprise there.
With a nod, you made your way out of their office, feeling motivated for some reason.
The therapist stares blankly ahead, wondering what the hell just happened.
AN: A short fic where you're the menace living inside the attic and Brahms and Billy are the unfortunate souls you're tormenting. I might make a part 2 to this.
CW: mentions of nsfw, but nothing explicit
It was a quiet night in the Heelshire mansion. Brahms and his boyfriend Billy were cooking dinner in the kitchen. Classical music was softly playing on the radio, and they were laughing and enjoying each other's presence.
You were in the attic. You had just come in to escape the cold of the winter night. You looked around the dusty room, spying all kinds of miscellaneous junk. What really caught your attention however, was a vintage rotary phone. The bright red color stood out in the dark room, and as luck would have it, it was plugged in.
The ringing of the phone cut through the music. "I'll get it." Brahms made his way to the living room and brought the phone to his ear, "Hello?". At first, it sounded like silence, but then his ears picked up on faint breathing, "Hello? Who is this?"
A giggle sounded from the other end, "f-f-filthy pig, you want me to s-suck you?" Brahms was startled and cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number."
The voice let out obscene noises before continuing, "nasty whore... you want y/n t-to suck your ff-fat cock? make you s-squeal like a piggy bitch?"
Billy walked into the living to see what his boyfriend was up to, "Brahms? Who is it?"
The voice spoke up before Brahms could, "ohhh, two piggys. you want h-him to watch while I s-s-suck you off Brahmsy? watch me make you cu-"
"Look, you have the wrong number. Please don't call again!" Brahms slammed the phone down, his face was flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
"What was that?" Billy's face held a look of disgust as he stared at the phone. "Some pervert, don't worry about it. Let's go eat." Brahms wrapped an arm around Billy as they both headed back to the kitchen.
You gritted your teeth as you clutched the phone in your hand, "filthy slut brahms. hanging up on y/n. stupid whore." You threw the phone down and started throwing and shoving anything you could reach. Your tantrum only lasted a couple minutes before you flopped back on an old bed.
You'd be calling Brahms again, and the other boy too. Thinking about it made you giggle. You couldn't wait to talk to them again.
