Slashers Reaction To Dry Humping

Slashers’ Reaction to Dry Humping

Anonymous: You should do slashers dry-humping!

Jason Voorhees

Sneaky Seducer. Wanting to sit on Jason’s lap? Just ask! He won’t know why you want to do it, but he’s not going to deny you. The second you rock against him, though, prepare yourself. *Hands fly to your waist in alarm* What are you doing?! *Gives you owl eyes*

Some Coaxing Required. *Kneads his thick muscles in hopes he’ll relax his death grip* Please, Jason? I just wanna try something. Darn it. How is he supposed to refuse when you’re looking at him with such longing?

Intimate. How could this feel so good? With you pressed against his chest, gripping onto him like a little barnacle, he wouldn’t know left from right. God, he couldn’t think. All he could do was feel. As you writhe together, he’d wrap his arms around you. Whatever this was, he never wanted it to end. *Face buried in your neck, holds on for dear life as you ride out the storm of pleasure*

Thomas Hewitt

Immediate sweating. *Aroused breathes puffing through his mask* W-What are you doing? Hands shakily clasping your hips, he’d be trembling with tension beneath you. Nevermind, he doesn’t care. Just don’t stop.

Muscle. Head tipped back, he’d bite his lip to keep from groaning as you slide along his clothed cock. God, he could feel your heat. At the sound of your whimpered moan, his gaze would snap to yours. Suddenly, he’d use his strength to press you harder against him, dragging you along his length as he thrusts against you.

Switch. Gazes locked, you’d beg him, “Harder.” And Thomas isn’t the type of man to refuse you, (Y/N). Standing with your wrapped around him, Thomas would stumble to the bed. Once he’s assured you’re comfortable, he’d set to work using his big body to pleasure yours. Is this what you needed, darlin’? You wanted more? *Pumps his hips into yours, eyes rolling back at the feel of your nails digging into his back*

Michael Myers

Distrust. *Narrows eyes* What do you mean you want to sit on him? This may not be the easiest task in the world. Letting him hold his knife should earn you some leeway, though. *Starts to grind against him, watches his entire body melt beneath you*

Definitely a Dom. Knife slipping, Michael would finally cast it aside, moving at lightning speed to reverse your position. *Flips you over, pins you beneath him* There, much better. Wrists held overhead, you’d be helpless as this massive entity towers above you. *Tilts his head to study you* 

Prepare Yourself. Michael loves being in control. And what better way to gain control than to learn what makes your toes curl with desire? Simply put, he’d experiment with his thrusts: some slow and deep–languidly grinding into you–others fast and jarring–making you gasp at his strength. Each time he hears you moan, he’ll repeat whatever caused it until you’re literally begging him to let you come.

Brahms Heelshire

No permission needed. There will be no coaxing with this man. Climbing onto his lap? Yes. Don’t you want to know why–? No. *Pulls you closer to straddle his quickly-forming erection.*

Loss of composure. Oh, he’d be a mess–but he’s your mess. Writhing beneath you, he’d whimper and moan, begging you not to stop. You feel so good, (Y/N). *Gives guttural moan* Oh, just like that. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. *Tightens his hold*

Lots of praise. Prepare for an ego boost. Your eyes, your body, your heart, your very soul–all of them are so fucking beautiful. You’re a work of art. He doesn’t deserve you, but, dear Lord, does he love you. *Pained look as he kisses you with all the emotion he can muster*

BONUS:

Slasher kinks…

Jason Voorhees: Intimacy. Jason may not be the most romantic man in the world, yet perhaps that’s why sexual acts always feel so intimate with him. How else is he to show what you mean to him? *Loses himself in you* You could break him so easily. Yet there you were, holding onto him as though you couldn’t bear to let go. You make him belong. You make him loved. You are his gift from above, and he’ll always cherish you.

Thomas Hewitt: DDLG-esque. Tell him what you need, (Y/N), and he’ll give it to you. Always. And when you’re in bed? Hearing you beg for him… God, it hits him in all the right places. *Strokes your front* Does that feel good, darlin’? At your whimpered nod, his heart would ache. Fuck, you’re all he needs in the world. *Lays in the cradle of your thighs, covering you completely as he just loves you*

Michael Myers: Edging. Oh, he wants to come, too…yet nothing is sexier than watching you lose all sense beneath him–than feeling you desperately cling to him as though he were the only thing keeping you sane. He never wants to make you cry, but seeing your eyes leak lustful tears? In a rare moment of animalistic care, he’d kiss them away, shushing you. Not yet, (Y/N). 

Brahms Heelshire. BDSM. He may be a deviant devil, but you hold the reigns, (Y/N). Seeing you there–knowing you could easily leave, yet chose to stay? Knowing you want him, too? *Cock pulses with need* And, God, that that grin. The way you smile, teasing him to the brink of release… It’s his favorite game. He’ll never get enough.

Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Posted:12/25/22

Title: Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Yandere Wednesday Addams x GN reader

Summary: Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Author's note: I have a big crush on Wednesday, but I personally find it hard to find Wednesday Addams x reader fic that I actually enjoy.

Warnings: Yandere, NSFW

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Her love for you is intense. This new feeling confuses her, and as much as she doesn't want to, she asks her parents about it. They are ecstatic for her, saying that's natural when you're in love. [I like to think Gomez and Morticia are yandere for each other.]

Learned as much as she could about you. Knows all of your family's dark secrets that even you don't know.

Enid is the first to know about Wednesday's crush on you and is so happy for her. (She doesn't know how crazy Wednesday is for you.)

Spontaneously walked up behind you one day in class and cut off some of your hair. Everyone, including you, thought she was trying to be mean when she was trying to be sweet. She keeps in love with it.

She likes sleeping in the same room as you. Even when you don't know, she's there.

Goes without saying that she'd 100% kill for you or torture someone in your name. If she needed help, her family wouldn't hesitate.

Let's face it she wasn't asking you out. she was telling you, you're now dating. She's forceful when it comes to starting the relationship.

If you didn't want to date her, that's too bad because she would force it to happen. "We're not a couple, Addams!" She gives you a wicked smirk. "Yes... We are, l/n. I've chosen you." She steps closer, making you gulp. "You're mine now~"

Wednesday does wear the pants in your relationship, she made the pants. She's the dominant one out of you two and she won't have it another way.

She's not delusional, just morally grey.

Wednesday is smart. She knows how to manipulate, gaslight, and girl boss to get her way.

Sometimes, she likes to make you feel foolish. As a powerplay.

She informs everyone that both of you are dating. Even if it is not technically true.

Wednesday also forces her awkward affection on you.

Her favorite form of physical affection is hand-holding.

Her favorite kisses to give are kisses on your knuckles. It's a gentleman's habit she learned from her father.

Wednesday is a gentleman, and she holds this title with pride

She'd give you the most bizarre gifts. An animal heart, a dove bone necklace that matches hers because she claims they were live birds, chocolate-covered bugs, dead flowers, flower stems, the fingers of your enemies, etc.

Wednesday, in my eyes, is on the asexual spectrum. So I think the farthest she expresses her sexuality to you is through her writing, drawings, and the occasional makeout session. (The Addams are a very creative family.)

She's a sadist and not necessarily in just a kink way. Wednesday will cut you just to hear you wince. She smiles and licks the blood away, then patches you up.

Wednesday is definitely the kind of person to slap your sunburn.

Comes to your dorm in the middle of the night with a blood sample kit. She asked to make necklaces from each other's blood. She wears a small jar of your blood and vis versa.

If you ever lose a tooth, she demands that she gets to keep it.

Let's talk kidnapping...

If you got to a point where you couldn't talk to her forcing herself on you anymore and trying to flee, she would track you down in a short amount of time and then have you tried up somewhere.

Her next step would be to inform her parents that a "guest" will be living with them for a while. The Addams are so excited and welcome you into their home. They don't even blink twice at the ropes around you.

Yandere!househusband gives me soft dom vibes. Idk why he just seems really sweet and is most likely the worshipping type.

soft? sure. dom? not sure about that. a worshipping type? yeah. incredibly good with his tongue? oh boy.

also these asks got me in a chokehold BYEEE ILY GUYS 😭

cw: afab!reader, nsfw, dub-con, drugging, cunnilingus, belly bulge, ruined orgasm, mentions of breeding

yan!househusband is indeed soft, but only towards you!

you've seen the way how people give him weird looks whenever he stares at you with lovestruck eyes. you're fully aware of the reason why— a brave few have told you about your husband's hostility towards them, but… you don't really believe it? i mean, why would you? yan!househusband is nothing of the sort! he's kind and gentle and an absolute sweetheart, and he never once got mad at you for any mistakes you did.

yan!househusband would be the type to compliment you every day. even while you're away at work, he would send you sweet messages, telling you how he already misses you and that you need to come home asap. :((

yan!househusband would make sure that you'll never have to worry about house chores again. the moment you come home, every room has been thoroughly cleaned and dinner's already served on the table. he tells you not to worry about anything else and simply eat the meal he's laced with aphrodisiacs made with love!

yan!househusband who just loves loves looooves to you spoil you when you're suddenly in the mood to kiss him!

yan!househusband who gets all shy when you realize he had stained his pants after you've kissed him for two minutes. he loves it when you tease him by running your fingers through his tent and when he's practically flushed just by simply making out with you.

he'd grind his clothed dick outside of your cunt, his sticky cum dripping from the tip as it soaks his underwear and smears it all around your throbbing core.

yan!househusband who absolutely loves it when you lie down on a pillow and spread your legs, giving him access to your wet cunt. he'll immediately start to clip his arms on your thighs and bury his face into your pussy, lapping it up until you start twitching. and when you try to close your legs, he would open and force them apart while sliding his tongue up and down your hole, tasting you deeper.

he'd ruin your orgasm by licking your clit and massaging the bud on your lips, only to stop when you'd cry out that you're coming. he loves it when you spill your cum before him without even fully reaching your climax. it's okay, darling— he'll kiss your legs to say sorry and still do it again. <3

yan!househusband loves loves loooves seeing your belly bulge with the outline of his dick moving in little, teasingly slow thrusts. he could feel your walls clenching around his hard length, making it difficult for him to move faster without immediately cumming. don't get him wrong— he would absolutely love to fill you with his wet and sticky seed, but the last thing he wants is for you to hate him. so he'd rather torture himself than to displease you in any way.

yan!househusband who just loves to take his time adoring you. <3

Slashers’ Reaction to Social Distancing

Jason Voorhees

Murder-Free Summer. Even if campers come to Crystal Lake, Jason’s staying far away from them. Do you know what that means, (Y/N)? *Dons coveralls* Bring on the paint! Bring on the spackle! Finally, you and Jason can renovate your cabin without distraction! You know that amazing clawfoot tub in the main lodge? *Transfers it to your cabin* (Then has celebratory bubble bath)

Note: Usually, he’s too busy checking traps and hacking campers during the warmer months. And during winter? Well, the freezing temperature means painting is a no-go and the pipes are frozen.

Renovating the Rat Cave. The tunnels. Dear lord, the tunnels! “Jason, those rats deserve a nicer home!” By the time you’re done, it would actually be an enjoyable place to visit.

Sleeping Late. After all, thanks to his homicide hiatus he’s no reason to get up at the crack of dawn. Enjoy your snuggles, you two. You’ve earned it.

Thomas Hewitt

He’d make some masks. Granted, they wouldn’t be medical-grade quality–not in the beginning, at least. After all, where is he supposed to get those kinds of supplies? Being the resourceful man you know and love, however, Thomas would start by crafting masks for the family.

He’d be the Oprah of masks. You get a mask! You get a mask! Everybody gets a mask! Luda Mae, Hoyt, and you would help Thomas in his mission to ensure every member of the Hewitt clan is protected from exposure. Some nights, you’d find Thomas asleep at his workbench. Seeing a half-finished mask in hand, your heart would ache with pride. He was such a good man.

Waking him up, you’d lead him upstairs and into bed. Thankfully, he’d be too tired to notice your struggle to remove his boots. *Falls to the ground as the stubborn thing finally comes off*

Michael Myers

He’d cut his hair. While he may not care about flattening the curve, you do. As a result, Michael’s going to be joining your quarantine. Still, he’s notoriously averse to feeling caged. Simply put, he’s going to get bored. He’s also going to feel confined. *Struggles against tangled hair* That’s it! There’d be no warning–only the faint sound of snipping.

Note: Because he’s Michael, this insufferably talented freak of nature would do a wonderful job. Still, when he walks into the room for movie night–acting like nothing’s different–prepare to choke on popcorn in surprise. *Proceeds to gush over his hair–much to his mortification*

Twister. You would play it…and it would end in sex. You’d also play Monopoly–Michael would be the racecar while you’d be the ever-erotic thimble. Really, (Y/N), that piece is downright scandalous! (At least, the way you use it is.)

Brahms Heelshire

Indoor paradise. So, you’re stuck inside. Well, clearly, this is your and Brahm’s chance to make the Heelshire house amazing! I’m talking makeshift slide-stairs, a newly-installed hammock in the living room, and fairy lights… EVERYWHERE.

He’d refuse to wear pants. Not much more to say. *Swings dick around for fun* Nooooooooo!

Watching you spiral into insanity. Remember, Brahms is the master of social distancing. You, on the other hand? (Y/N), why are you sprinting around the house like a dog with the zoomies? *Slides across the floor in oversized socks* Why are you wearing Brahms’ boxers? Where did you find that bottle of whiskey? 

BONUS:

How social distancing would impact your sex life…

Jason Voorhees: Outdoor sex. No campers + nice weather = a lack of possible onlookers. A lack of onlookers means you’d finally be free to do the unthinkable: streak through Camp Crystal Lake. *Strolls gloriously naked past Jason only to get plowed into the dirt via animalistic fucking*

Thomas Hewitt: Inadvertent Cosplay. Masked sex? Well, you do need to test the masks’ ability to stay in place… not to mention that breathability is important.

Michael Myers: Roleplaying. Oooooh, is he a plumber come to…fix your pipes? And where did that 80′s techno music come from? *Bow-chicka-wow-wow*

Brahms Heelshire: Zero Calorie Kinkery. You know he’s going to put mirrors all over the house. Enjoy your Diet Voyeurism–it’s voyeuristic sex, but with none of the shame!

Lorrrd forgive me for I have sinned

🥵🥵🥵

I never wanted to be a homewrecker so bad!!

“come’on sweetpea, tell daddy all about it.” this was you first time getting to fuck the big dick toji; and unsurprisingly he lived up to the hype. “a-as he fucked hermmm w-walls, h-his fingers rubbeddd her c-cli— tojiiii!!” you were really trying! you really really were, but he was so deep. cock all the way in your tummy. he bounced you on him effortlessly, basking in the stage lights and gazing eyes. toji knew how to please a women. you wanted to throw the book, throw it and let yourself go. enjoy the good dick - but sadly that just wasn’t an option.

“such a cock slut hm?” he whispered your ear- only for you. “like havin another woman husbands fuck.you.” you pumped into you hard as he said fuck you. no words could fall from your lips, your orgasms right there, your hand gripping the book tight as you threw your head back. “t-there! m’thereee” you whined! no faking in sight, you more into it than usual and fuck- you could give a fuck less if they knew you were actually cumming. “like havin my wife watch you get good dick?” your mouth salivated at his dirty talk. your hole clenching against the thick cock, cream dripping onto the condom; then you were stopped. “cut!” you wanted to burst into tears, your vision going blurry as his pumps stopped, toji letting your legs go but not making an effort to move.

you could hear people moving around you, closing your eyes as you continued to clench against him. “you both did good!” the director walked up to you both. “this was great! whenever you’re ready you can get up” she gave you a smile, then leaned down, and kissed her husband then walked away making you shiver. you felt a tingle of guilt. guilt of enjoying it, wanting more, almost cumming for her husband. “good pussy” toji mumbled rubbing his hands against your thighs once he saw she was out of sight. “one day im gonna make you cum pretty” he kissed your cheek raising you off of him, him and all of his glory in the viewing of everyone around.

“w-what about your wife?” you said stunned, pussy sore and throbbing. “what about her?” he chuckled. “she knew what came with having a husband who’s a pornstar doll,” and with that he walked away, making you crave more.

Slashers’ Reaction to Being Interrupted During Sex

(Warning: NSFW) 

‘Coitus interruptus’ in the literal sense…

Jason Voorhees

Cause of Interruptus: Trespassers.

The exact opposite of saved by the bell. Whoever dared to trespass on his land at such an inopportune time should expect a brutal death.

He’ll freeze, looking to the line of bells. “Nooooo,” you’d groan. “Jason,  please, I beg of you. Just–ignore it!” Trying to pull his face back around for another kiss would prove ineffective. Just as he’s about to relent the bell would ring again. Dammit! Unfortunately, Jason has a strong sense of duty. He’d pull away, quickly tugging on a pair of pants before stomping into his boots. Just before he leaves, he’d snatch the blanket from the foot of the bed and tuck it around you. After assuring himself you’re comfortable, he’d give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. Stay there, love, he’ll be right back.

5-10 Minutes Later… Yeah, he wouldn’t play around. Those campers? Dead. And with that out of the way…

He’d leave a trail of clothing in his wake–ensuring he’s naked and ready to resume lovemaking upon his return. Going straight for your core, he’ll use his tongue to warm you back up. He won’t be satisfied until you’re on the edge, and frantically begging him to fuck you. (Note: Jason tends to be rougher after prolonged arousal…Tip or Warning, you decide)

Thomas Hewitt

Cause of Interruptus: “Thomas!”

He’ll groan–but not in the way you prefer. “Thomas? What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” Hearing the others shouting for him, you’d give a heartbroken moan. “Nooo.” His head would fall to your shoulder in mutual frustration. They really couldn’t last five minutes without him, could they? Still, you are his top priority. After a moment, he’d resume his thrusts, digging in deeper. Maybe he can hurry you both along. His hand would immediately drop to your front, stimulating you. 

He’d pin you with a sinful look, maintaining eye contact as he pounds into you. He wants to watch you come for him. You’d feel yourself winding tighter…tighter… God, how could his eyes make you want to come? They were your center, the only thing anchoring you.

“THOMAS! Get down here!” Sometimes, he’s able to send you over the edge, following quickly behind. Others…? With a purely masculine growl of annoyance, he’ll force himself away. “No, Thomas, come back!” He’ll pull on his pants, then whirl back around. Grasping your head, he’d give you a scorching kiss. This is not over. Needless to say, you’d be left with a dizzied look as he exits the room. *Plops back onto bed*

Five minutes later… You’d hear him stomping up the stairs. Upon seeing you curled under the massive quilt, he’d slowly start to unbutton his shirt. Thomas’ nothing if not an effective strip-tease. By the time he’s back in your arms, it’s like he never left.

Michael Myers

Cause of Interruptus: Intruders.

When Michael’s taking you fast and rough, you’re pretty much lost to the world. Meaning? He’s always the first to sense danger. Turning toward the noise, he’d slow his thrusts, distractedly grinding into you with a sinful curl of his hips. When you moan (which is inevitable), he’d shoot forward to cover your mouth. Shush! Honestly, (Y/N), there were people in the house! 

This won’t stop your moan, however, as having all that finely-toned musculature against your very willing self is what dreams are made of–at least, yours are. He’d neither lift his hand nor end his thrusts. By the point of orgasm, you’d be deliriously groaning into his hand, writhing as much as possible in askance for more. 

Once finished, he’d need a moment to catch his breath. (This is your chance to smother him in kisses, stroke his hair, etc.) After he finally stops shaking, Michael would stand and silently leave the room. As screams fill the air, you’d remain in place, wearing a goofy well-pleasured smile. (Oh, and be able to feel his cum oozing out of you…Cause you know such a sight always makes him want another round.)

Brahms Heelshire

Cause of Interruptus: Don’t know don’t care. 

No, no, no, no, no! You’re not stopping–he won’t allow it. The moment you still, he’d simply grip your ass, moving you along his length as he thrusts into you from below. “Brahms!” you’d say, nearly falling against his chest, “I-I have to pay for the groceries!” See this is why he’d wanted to just leave a check out. 

Still, the thought of being caught? Let them find you, he doesn’t care. The feel of you wrapped around his cock is too good. He can’t pull away now! At least this way, that damned grocery boy would finally get the message and stop his infuriating attempts to flirt. Actually…the more he thinks about it, the better his idea sounds. 

Tensing with determination, he’d flip you over. “Brahms? What–!” Cue the harsh sound of skin slapping skin. It’ll echo through the mansion–as will your involuntary moans. Say his name, (Y/N), his! Tell that boy who you belong to. Brahms is very skilled with his voice. He’ll use it to growl the dirtiest filth in your ear, telling you exactly how it feels inside your tight heat. 

BONUS:

Their sex face…

Jason Voorhees: Heavy-lidded eyes train on your every movement. Oh god…what are you doing to him? He’ll try to be a good boy, he really will–letting you take what you need–but sometimes he can’t help but thrust against you.

Thomas Hewitt: Those eyes. He doesn’t need to speak; you know exactly what he’s feeling. When he starts getting closer, his brows will furrow into a pained expression. God, it feels too good.

Michael Myers: Jaw clenched because he’s trying to stay silent. He tends to hold his breath during sex, resulting in sexy growls and huffs. Pretty sweaty, but it just makes his muscles gleam in the moonlight.

Brahms Heelshire: Eyes rolled back in his head, he gives zero f*cks about his expression. You just feel so good. Can he stay inside you forever? He doesn’t mind carrying you around!