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After work cuddles 😴😴

You come home from a long day at work. Chop Top and Nubbins are being loud and annoying as usual, and Drayton is too busy in the gas station. Slowly but surely, you make your way to Bubba’s room in the house.

Bubba, after seeing your message pop up on your phone, was already laying in bed with a dozen pillows and warm blankets. Whilst he’s still getting used to learning how to use the phone you bought him, he still knows what it means when you message saying “tired, wanting hugs” <3

You smile softly at him, and he grins at you. You slump down in the bed, your face planting on his chest. His arms encompass you lovingly.

Time flies by when you cuddle with Bubba, one minute turned into five, five turning into ten, and ten becoming a long-awaited nap. Bubba never used to nap until he met you lol

Eventually you’ll wake up, not long before dinner, giving you both time to shower. It honestly stinks in here… (sweat and blood and exhaustion and what not)

It took A LONG TIME for Bubba to be comfortable enough to shower with you, and quite frankly, it was scary for you too. But you’ve both come to understand that neither of you judge each other for your looks. He practically worships you anyways! So now, showering together is just a big time saver, and it’s free time to show affection with one another that won’t be interrupted by the twins…

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Really sorry but I have no clue how to end this so uhhh you guys go have dinner and go to bed and cuddle more, yeah 😭😭

Sorry this was so shit 💀 it was just on my mind and I wanted to get it off so uhmmm yeahhhh… 🙁

Masterlist

Slashers! S/O hurt by a victim pt.2

Slashers x gn!reader

Includes Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: beefy murder boyfriends, hurt/comfort, minor angst, injuries, blood, fluffy shit

Billy Loomis

It was partially his fault, he was careful but didn’t always think everything through

That’s why you were currently in the clutches his supposed to be victim, knife held to your neck, you could feel warmth from your blood seep down the blade and beneath the collar of your shirt. Struggling only made the situation worse, although you couldn’t help the small gasp as more pressure was applied to your current wound

Feral. You’d never seen Billy’s eyes filled with such a look of utter insanity. He’d done despicable things, ruined lives, played with people like they were just there for his entertainment, but this, seeing you so close to the edge he sent so many others, was the final straw to snap whatever piece of him was remotely still human

He fingers clasped the knife tighter in his grasp, curling around the hilt and wishing he could drive it into your captors jugular

“They ain’t part of this!”

Brows pushed down, mouth pulled in a snarl, he went to take the risk and lunge before a choking sound cut the tension rising in the kitchen in half, your body stumbling towards Billy by instinct, comforted by the way he dropped the knife with a clatter and wrapped his arms around your body, hurried to get you as close as possible

Stu stood at the other end of the tiled floor, half smile glimmering as he stared down at the man he’d just disposed of from life

You curled further into your boyfriends chest, unable to shake the fear you’d felt moments before, still able to feel the cold metal pressing into your flesh. One of Billy’s hands worked it’s way up your trembling back, cupping your face as to direct your eyes to his. They were warm, vacant, yet warm when they landed on your wide eyed expression

“That’ll never happen again, you hear me? Never.”

Letting you push your face back into his neck, the killer began rubbing soft circles on your spine, cold gaze frozen on the still body mere feet away. If looks could kill, the man would have several more stab wounds, each more painful than the last

Billy’s eyes fell to the blade he’d planned on using, head tilting ever so slightly as he pondered how it wouldn’t be out of his way to inflict a few lacerations across the face that even would dare to breathe beside you

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba didn’t like you being around victims, during times where he was killing he got reckless, so dazed in his mind and it constantly worried him that in such a state he could mistake you for another and cause you harm

That being said, mistakes happen

Bubba was standing in a bloody puddle, leaking from the headless body beside him. Loose, brown curls fell in his face as he shook his head held by his rough palms, almost cradling himself. He’d been fooled by one of his potential victims, ending up with him alone with a dead body, and someone missing who knew too much.

The others were gonna rip him a new one, he didn’t even want to think about the look on your face. You’d look at him with such pity, you had yet too thus far, but he just knew that expression was soon to fall on your face. How couldn’t it?

The negative wave of thoughts dragging Bubba down were sliced through by a piercing scream, a chill running down his spine before he realized who’s voice it was who made such a sound, he’d recognize it anywhere

No amount of debris, rickety stairs, tables or chairs could keep Bubba from getting to you, all knocked from his path as the lumbering, masked man ran the fastest his legs would go, chainsaw alive and buzzing in his ear

Bubba didn’t even take a second to pause as he took in the scene, still running full force like his life depended on it. Anguish filled his veins, the victim was straddling your cowering body, arms raised to protect against their assault of punches, they were screaming something he didn’t care to hone in on, focused on getting the offender off and away from you

All he saw was red, on his arms, the creases of his hands soaking into the soles of his boots, digging past the fabric at the knee of his pants as he knelt down, pushing the limp, torn and mangled body from atop of you. Fingers trembling, Bubba paused as you sat up in shock, clothing and skin flushed with blood. Scooting until your body was closer to the man, you crumpled into his embrace, letting you arms fall limp, nose digging into his shoulder. Calloused hands clutched the shirt on your back, tugging you closer, you could feel his soft, unintelligible mutters and whimpers pliant into your collar bone

The two of you just sat there, not wanting to be away from each other for even a second after such a close call

Bo Sinclair

Unlike Bubba, Bo likes you beside him nearly every minute. Yeah, sometimes he’s an asshole, but that’s just one of the traits you’ve come to accept as part of the man you love

It was between the moments where you weren’t stuck to his side, or sitting off within his view, that you realized you were at your most vulnerable, unfortunately we all have a lesson that teaches us such

“Where the fuck are my friends?”

A rough, gritty voice yelled from behind you, catching your moment of silence off guard, spinning around, your heart dropped to your stomach as your eyes landed on what you recognized as one of Bo’s victims standing with squared shoulders, but what made it worse was the fact they were holding a gun

The stranger only seemed to seethe with further rage at the look of your confused face, mouth opening and closing like a fish, eyes wide as the gun raised and their finger went to the trigger

Right as the blaring ring of a shot went off, you were thrown to the side by a heavy weight, body landing on the ground with a dull thud and two large hands blocking the bulk of the impact, hands that were gone from your body a second later, dark shadow leaving frame quick as light as loud footsteps echoed after it

“You son of a bitch!”

You knew that voice, rolling over to gaze at the scene right at Bo tackled the victim to the ground, straddling their body and delivering punch after punch, unable to see his face but hearing the loud curses and violent statements he let fly recklessly

Concern, wide eyes found your similarly large ones, knuckles torn and clothes splattered with red. The mechanic practically folded down into you, forehead coming to press against yours, Bo’s thumbs pressed into the skin under each of your ears, tilting your chin up

“Are ya’ alright baby?”

You could only nod, frightened to think you’d nearly been shot, yet comforted by the warm embrace of the killer, his usual stoic gaze softened, searching you over for any scrapes or cuts. Lips press to the crown of your head, you could lightly hear his inhaling your scent, sighing from the exhaustion of the ordeal

“You’re never leaving my sight again”

Lester Sinclair

Lester doesn’t get himself caught up with Bo and Vincent’s business most the time, in fact as much as a talker the man is, he does like to keep to himself

That’s why it’s a surprise when you’re chilling in the passenger seat of the mans car, mindlessly flipping through a magazine, when an unfamiliar voice enters the warm, afternoon air

“Listen buddy, my friends have been gone for hours and you’re the last person they saw, start talking”

You can see out the pickup trucks window the back of someone facing Lester, their fists clenched as he drops the current task at hand. His gaze darts to you, over their shoulder, and it widens when the stranger whips around, hand on the car door handle, throwing it open

“Get out, I’m taking the car”

Your arm is roughly grasped at the bicep, stumbling over your feet when you’re tossed to the leaf covered ground, wincing at your knee slices against a rock. Eyes squeezing shut at the pain, you didn’t even notice the quick steps of Lester behind you, his shadow looming over yours on the ground as a howl of pain became present. In seconds, the once standing stranger slumped to the ground beside you, cold eyes glazed over, a rather vicious yet precise cut to the base of their throat

“Aw darl’, yer knees all cut up”

Lester mumbled, squatting to your height as he looked over the damage, eyes big and clearly worried. Unsettled, that was the best way to describe the look plastered across the mans face, mouth pulled in a deep frown. Still in shock from being so manhandled out of your seat, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling the underside of his jaw. Never mind the dirt and sweat that caked his skin, it was comforting at this point

“Never lettin’ someone push ya around like that again, ya hear me?”

His rough palms rubbed the expanse of your back, glancing down at the body still inches away growing colder by the minute

“Let’s take care of that knee”

Requests open!

Yes

I love writers and so should you lmao

How would Myers, Ghostface and Leatherface react to a cannibal bf?

Can be both survivor or killer i mostly dont care abt that part lol

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Killers react to a cannibal bf

Michael Myers

When he saw you munching on something he didn't care

But then he took a look at what you were eating and he was a little shocked

But not to much though

He was a little concerned about you eating raw flesh so he grabbed the leg you were eating and went to the campfire and roasted it for you

He watched you eat and enjoy your meal

He doesn't mind your a cannibal, I mean he's a serial killer and plus he's seen worse

Just remember to cook your meat<3

Ghostface

When he saw you take a bite out a leg he threw up in his mouth a little

He was used to gore and blood and shit like this but seeing his boyfriend do it was different

He doesn't care to much it was just a bit shocking at first

He might even cook you some human meals

He supports you on your decision though<3

Leatherface

He saw you roasting something over the fire and went to get a look

Then he noticed it was a human leg

You brought the leg to your mouth and took a bite out of it

He was taken aback at first

He didn't think his precious boyfriend would be a cannibal but he's happy you are

He will ask for a bite of the leg and is ecstatic you let him have some

He's so glad you eat human flesh! If you guys end up leaving this place then you'll fit in perfectly at home<33

*RUNS AT FULL SPEED TO DISPLAY THIS WITH HANDS SHAKING AND SWEATING*

based off a post by @thegothempress

thanks for the idea! :>

ayo guess who just made some self indulgent art because he got the booster today and feels like crap

Ngl but I can honestly see why y’all simp for him now 😳

Imagine:

Making out with your F/O who has long hair 😳

I may be masc, but I would allow them

How would they be in marshmallow hell? It's funny to imagine😂 and reader just does it alot especially when they get back and they miss them

Omg I never knew about this term until you mentioned it hahaha, this was very fun to make 😂

Here we go! ✨✨✨

Nothing is better for Mikey than having a good "bath" 😏 and snuggling with you before sleep, after a long killing spring ☺️💕

Brahms loves to bury his face in you chest, whenever you go out of the house, he do this in any occasion actually 😆, Brahms is baby and needs all you attention 😂

Tommy was in the basement all day, the only thing he was thinking is in hugging you and cuddle with you, don't make him wait Y/N 🥺💕💕

Bubba gets all tired from working all day, the only he wants is to cuddle with you buried in you soft chest 🥰, the best thing in the world!... meanwhile it last 😆

Jason is always ready to watch movies with you when he came from "working" on the forest, hug him tight because you two gonna watch scary movies all night🤣

Hi!! Do you have something for thigh riding for the slashers?! If not could you do Jason, Michael, Bubba, Brahms and whoever else you want! :) thank you!!

first time doing thigh riding e v e r and like okay s o i apologize if u h8

THIGH RIDING FOR THE STABBY MEN

NSFW

Jason

I always feel like Jasons asexual but I GOT U

He grabbed you by the hips with his large hands and pulled you into his lap. You gasped at the pressure he was putting into your waist with his firm grip. You looked down at the masked man sitting in the wooden chair in front of you and placed your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. You wanted this more than he did, but he was always willing to negotiate for you. He placed one unsteady hand at your heat, you were wearing lace panties and a short summer dress. You could feel the cold temperature of his skin through the very thin fabric of your panties as he tried to carefully rub circles into your clit through them. You bucked your hips into his grip smoothly and placed one of your smaller hands onto his cock through his thick pants. Flustered, he removed his hand from you and gripped at your hips, digging into them. You moaned, and placed yourself on his thick thigh feeling the rough fabric against your warm cunt. Your moans earned you a low grunt from the tall man beneath your grip. You ground your hips back and forth, feeling his cock throb through his pants, in your hand. “Mm, Jason baby. You’re so big.” You moan as you slowly ride his lap as he digs his hands deeper into your hips, surely leaving bruises you’d admire later on. Moans escaping your lips as you pushed your cunt against him faster with every grunt your tall boy gave you. You could feel it in your stomach as your head snapped back and your legs twitched and you screamed his name as you reached your high, riding it out against him. Collapsing against his heavy, heaving chest he released the grasp on your waist and held your face in his hands pressing his mask to your cheek.

Bubba

This sweet, tall, big boy would do anything to make you happy. You were pouty and frustrated all day and he kept trying to come up with ways to cheer you up. Little did he know you were just sexually frustrated. But, being stubborn you wouldn’t relay that information to him. He laid on the bed next to you flustered, and a little irritated. Bubba pulled you into his body, making you roll over. He peered into your eyes with his large pleading ones, melting your entire existence. You sighed and went to kiss his cheek, but instead he attached his lips to yours, in his last attempt to cheer you up. You sighed and smiled into his plump lips. He took that as a sign to try and please you in the quickest way possible. He pulled you on top of him placing your legs on either side of one of his own thick legs. He held you firmly at the wrist placing his other hand on your cheek. You looked down at the man beneath you, kissing him roughly, and getting heated with every deep breath he took. You were grinding your body against his feeling yourself inching closer to the edge as his large hands tangled themselves in your hair. He pulled hard at the nape of your neck causing you to let out a loud moan and you felt a little burn in the pit of your stomach as your head snapped forward and your clit throbbed against the fabric of your jeans and you came undone with his hands grasping at your breasts. You smiled and kissed him, laying flat against his chest.

Michael

This would only be used as a form of foreplay for Michael. What he wants, he gets. Michael wasn’t around much lately. Busy, you supposed. You turned the hot water off in the shower and stepped out into the steam filled bathroom, the cold tile pressed against the souls of your feet gave you chills. You reached through the fog and snatched your towel from the sink and ruffled it through your hair before wrapping it around your wet body. You pulled the bathroom door open to reveal your bedroom and the masked man sitting on your bed,hands on his legs. Waiting. You leaned against the door frame and cocked your head to the side. He mimicked you. You knew why he was here, he’s always here for the same thing in the fall. Stress relief. You bit your lip and started toward him slowly. He patted one of his thighs lightly. Your eyes met with his, almost as if asking for permission. You knew how he liked to be in control at all times. He moved his hand, silently giving you his answer. You gripped his shoulder with one hand to steady yourself as you straddled his thigh. He gripped your wrist on his shoulder, firmly and bounced his leg a few times, “Fuck, Michael.” You groaned, feeling your bare skin against the rough fabric of his jumpsuit. You jerked forward, and his hands went for your towel, ripping it away from your body leaving you exposed. Your nipples were already erect from the cold air after your shower which drove him even crazier. His large hands gripped your breasts and you threw your head back, bucking your hips into him again slowly and repeatedly. Probably too slow for his liking, He gripped your hips hard, surely leaving bruises by morning. He held you in his grip firmly, bouncing his leg again but more violently this time, moving you with his own arms faster and harder into him. You grew closer to the edge, and you gripped his shoulders tight, letting out a loud shaky moan. You screamed , “Fuck Michael!” and is you crumbled and rode out your orgasm you fell into his chest gripping it tight. You whispered, “Thank yo-” You felt him quickly and roughly lift you off of him, dropping you onto the bed. He hovered over you, you knew he’d want more. He always does.

Brahms

Brahms, a switch if there ever was one.

You and Brahms were playing a game of hide and seek to pass the time. You were it, and having a hell of a time finding him. You heard a light childish giggle from what you knew was the other side of the wall. “Brahms, we said no cheating!” You called out to him. There was shuffling inside the wall and then you turned around to find him standing behind you,”I did not cheat, (y/n).” He spoke in his soft childish voice. “Brahms, were you in the walls?” You questioned crossing your arms over each other. The tall man looked down, “Yes, (y/n).” He answered. “Right, and that’s cheating.” You spoke sternly. He took fast, large strides toward you, as he got closer he backed you into the wall behind you. You placed a hand on his chest. “(y/n), I cheated.” He huffed, his breath flowing through the mask brushing over your hair as he towered over you. “So, you’re it then. You cheated. Those are the rules, Brahms.” You told him in a strong, strict tone. He shuffled to count and you hid in the closet in your room. You heard him walk passed you so you took that as an opportunity to run to a new spot. You were blindsided midway down the hall, by Brahms tackling you. You went straight to the floor his large hands keeping your head from hitting the wood. “I found you, I win.” He spoke. “Brahms, you aren’t supposed to tackle me. And you cheated before.” You told him. Brahms, being the brat he was huffed like a child and flipped you guys over so you were straddling his lap, instead. You reached up slowly, not wanting to startle the man under you. You gripped the bottom of the mask and lifted it slightly, just above his mouth, so you could attach your lips to his. He gripped your hips softly to adjust you slightly, so you were straddling mostly one thigh. The dress you had on, hiking up even farther, exposing the white lace panties you were wearing. They were one of the only pairs you had left. Brahms raked his hands up your thighs and up your dress and up to the skin of your sides. You let out a shaky breath grinding your hips down onto his thigh. His hands gripped you firmly under you dress causing you to repeat the action of bucking your hips. You moaned into his lips and he pulled you in closer. You gripped his hands from over your dress, steadying yourself with your weight on his arms as he played with your breasts. You let your hands fall to the floor and his hands clawed down to your hips holding you harshly on top of him. A low growl left his mouth as your hand slid up over his cock and up to his sternum as you quickly reached your high, feeling your cunt throb against the fabric of his jeans. “(y/n).” His normally childlike voice replaced with a low raspy one, saying your name made you fall apart on top of him. You collapsed completely on top of him. He flipped you two over so he hovered over you. “I want a reward too.” He spoke.