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Vincent got a little bloody :)
I just drew the Sinclair bros :)
How’s your sleep coming?
“How do you think, you asshole.”
Lester Sinclair: enjoys the taste of plain carbonated water
Bo Sinclair: hates plain carbonated water and hates Lester for enjoying the taste of plain carbonated water
Vincent Sinclair: hasn't had a glass of water since he was 17 (lives entirely off of chocolate milk and orange juice)
I may or may not have made my mask design of slasher - ^ -
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(But a more horror look to it)
Don’t matter how attractive you’ll still get slashed>:)
So I Like, Haven't Been Around For A Hot Minute Lol
But I Am Back🙏
Obviously I Have Changed Since I've Last Been Here, I Still Love Welcome Home, But I'm Branching Out To Slashers/Dead By Daylight! So Please Give Me Your Requests For It! I'm Doing Yandere/Generally Dark Stuff So Go Wild!
Can you do Patrick bateman, harry warden and candyman with a shy male reader
ooo of course!! i havent done patrick bateman in a but, and this is my first harry warden request so ty🫶
requests are open, masterlist is up!
Slashers x Shy Male Reader Hcs!
Warnings: Murder/Violence Mentions, Fluff
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Patrick Bateman
he notices you first in the office, youre reserved yet hardworking, getting your work done while noticeably avoiding anybody else
patrick doesnt care in the beginning, just another face to pass by each day, but you begin to stand out even more as he sees you around town; at a bar, dorsias, in the park, you become a prominent face that hes being used to seeing
he takes interest that everywhere you are, you keep your same quiet nature, enjoying the peace of your company, and that intrigues him, he wants to dig deeper into you and corrupt you himself, show you things youve never dreamed, thats what brings him into you
he introduces himself at the office, making an appearance as an outgoing worked AND satisfying his needs to know you? win win
a hint of snark in his voice as he holds the conversation, may seem offended, but now that he started hes not letting up
"How about you and me at my place tonight? Get to know eachother a little better than now."
not a question, youre going
he gives you his address and youre all flustered in your chair, this random and overly confident man just walked into your life and asserted himself into your schedule? guess hes staying
he loves to see you flustered or nervous at the sight of him, really takes pride in it
when you arrive at his place, hes there in nice clothing to meet you, eyeing you up and down to see what youve out together
you two sit down and he begins on his music tangent, teaching you every little thing about any band your eyes find, and in a way its comforting, hes not afraid to fill the silence and wait, he wants to open you up and be the impatient man he is, but the way that you fidget with your hands and try your best to do eye contact makes him feel something inside, and hes worried if he'll be sick
that night is the confirming night he falls for you, what turned into an intentioned killing forms into a burning love, and he decides that he needs to have you as his, because thats the only reasonable thing for you
he talks to you more and more each day, subtly trying to impress you, asking you out to eat more often and even bringing you music he thinks youd like
tries his damn best to be charming, because if he really loves you, he'll have you
he admires how shy you are, not only will he take advantage of it, but he thinks its great, like a confirmation that youre his of how open and comfortable you are around him and not anyone else
if he gets touchy, snaking a hand around your waist, or a finger tilting your chin to look at him, he likes to feel your body getting warmer and your breathing getting heavier slightly, things only he would notice
youre more reserved, but when you two have conversations he feels like heaven, your voice makes him smile and he could listen to you for days, of course he would never say that
is always complaining about how you should open up to him more, craves your ungiven thoughts alot
overall he will tease you and love you, a very protective and arrogant man who puts some of it to rest for you, but may seema little pushy
"Darling, your voice is like honey, if I could choke on it I'd want to, why don't you say a little more?"
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Harry Warden
im sure being on the run from everyone in town doesnt help, but the moment he lays his eyes on you, the first human contact hes had in a while, hes enveloped
youre quiet, not like most people who come in search of him, you are minding your own business, not invading his, and he finds it odd, yet gratefully accepts it
the respectful nature you preserve vs the rowdy teenagers he gets makes him take a liking to you, beginning to follow you around through town to see you more often
of course he cant do it all the time, due to him being harry warden, but he tries to pick up on your favorite things & your routines; flowers, chocolates, what time you go to bed
will he sneak into your house to protect you? maybe
for the greater good
one night you were forced into the mines with your friends, who were already drunk, leaving you the only one slightly tipsy, sitting in an abandoned mineshaft where a killer is rumored to live
you are freaked out
the longer you stay, you cant help but get the feeling you have eyes on you, no matter whee you look you cant see anything, but you know theyre there
that is, until you feel a hand grasp your shoulder firmly, and what feels like a gloved hand only adds to your heightened fear
"Don't scream, I needed to see you."
what a way with words hm
again, he hasnt had human contact in a bit, so he holds you a lot in your first encounters
after you in fact did not scream, but just gave him a silent horrified look, he sighed out in relief and admired you up close
"Just as gorgeous as I observed."
give him a bit with compliments, his ways are outfashioned and a little rusty
he likes your silence, he thinks its interesting how someone, after finding the infamous warden, could be so reserved while enjoying his company, but he doesnt question it, after all these years hes happy with company
he may talk to you a bit, easily filling in the silence with his spoken thoughts, or he would be happy with the comfortable silence, rather taking you out and shoeing you places you mayve never seen than talk
he knows his way around town, as well as the mines, so he takes you on *safe* tours, hes too afraid to get you injured and have you leaving
gift making & giving is like arts and crafts for him, give him a day and hell have a cardboard heart with flowers in it, pray it wont be a real heart and the day goes by faster
hes very crafty, so if you make him things hes destined to keep it, silently excited under his mask
he loves you all the same, thinks your deeper than what you give out and he wants to spend time picking away at it, how sweet
"You made this for me? It looks exquisite."
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Candyman
he is one to lavish in your nature, thinking of how you shy away from him and your keen eye to things is intriguing and smart
he pays close attention to your behavior around others, picking up on what your boundaries may be and seeing the way you perform in your life
he decides to introduce himself into your life slowly, yet easily, appearing in places you frequent, putting on his kind and calm demeanor
he gives you sweet waves and nods, trying to pry you open more and more, until you two are acquaintances, and then as more time passes he becomes a part of your life
he knows how fragile relationships can be, so he takes his time with revealing his identity, trying not to scare off the hard work hes already done
he takes your feelings and emotions into account, if youre getting overwhelmed he follows what youd say to do, and will make a mental note of it
if you want a private date, hes all for it, he may even prefer it since you two will get more out if it
he loves to bring out an outgoing side of the two of you at times, its a nice wave of newness that maybe you both needed
he loves you for you, and hes grateful you love him for him 🫶
"My Dearest Love, your silence is compassionate. Your thoughts, while guarded, serenade me."
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literally so late with this one but i hope u like it!! i had sm fun eith it
requests are open, masterlist is up!!
OKAY, time for some Scream (1996) headcanons. All purely self-indulgent and some are just based on vibes.
For Sydney, I headcanon her as aromantic and bi. I feel like her relationship with Billy was mainly because it was expected of her to date someone. I also hc her as autistic, purely because I can.
For Tatum, I headcanon her as a straight ally, but also a demigirl. Because vibes.
For Randy, I headcanon him as gay (mlm) and autistic.
For Stu, I headcanon him as bi and audhd.
For Billy, I headcanon him as aro and gay, as well as having ASPD.
I may elaborate later with Billy because I definitely self project onto him a lot.
To set the scene I was drinking my chocolate milk and i was reading threw this and when i say i nearly died reading this draw dropped mind blowing and toes are CURLED amazing.. just amazing. If you would of know how many times i had to lock in to not look suspicious you'll get my pain..
Hiii Mark!! I love your fics on this account and the old one and I was wonder could you make a Michael Myers x male reader. It doesn’t have to have plot it could just a smut!! I love you so much and have nice day!! ❤️
MICHAEL MYERS X MALE READER
I’m trying to learn how to write bottom reader better, since I have a few requesting asking for bottom reader though I suck at it and I s mostly write for top.
⚠️Warnings!!- Detailed Smutt!! Big dick Michael, bottom reader, no pronouns used for reader but amab reader, rough, no affection, multiple creampie, knife mentioned, multiple rounds, no mercy, and etc.⚠️
Your vision was getting blurry from the pleasure, you forgot about all sense of your surroundings, and the only thing your mind was focused on was the big dick moving back and forth inside you.
Michael had a hard grip onto your hair pushing your head down into the bed while his other hand gripping onto your hip.
Though vision blurry you could make out the blood soaked kitchen knife right in Michael’s arm reach.
The sound of your moans and whines and also your bare skin slapping against Michael’s Coveralls. The zipper was down to the mechanic outfit so his chest and stomach was exposed. His movements were fast and uncaring. He didn’t care that he already came in your hole many times during the night.
Your hole was leaking out his cum, your breathing was very as he thrusted relentlessly. He had no sign of being tired or looked like he was stopping soon.
Your cock also had cum drizzling out of it, cum leaking out of the tip as it hanged in between your legs untouched. Every time you try to catch a glimpse of Michael he’d shove your head down back into the bed. But whenever you did manage a quick glance to behind he has his mask up over his mouth breathing heavy, but quietly as he thrusted deeper.
With legs trembling and also with your back arching you were overwhelmed. His large dick would thrust and graze your prostate like it was nothing as be thrusted faster and deeper.
Large hands on your hips would tug and pull your body down on his cock not caring if you wanted to or not. Your hip started to get a hand print, from how harsh and strong he was holding you.
Your lower body began to give out, you couldn’t even hold up your ass up anymore as your legs were shaking. Soon enough your hips fell down on the bed as you held the sheets for dear life.
You quietly moaned and whimpered begging for him to stop, but you just felt his cold look through the mask, the pleas and begs to stop falling deaf to his ears.
As you gave out he stared down you menacing as he pulled out of your cum full hole. He let go of your hip and pulled his back dish before using the now free hand to jerk off your cock he slowly mounted on top of you and began to rub his wet creamy cock against your ass.
He moved his cock up and down against your cheeks before eventually finding your hole again and thrusting fully inside.
You let out a raspy loud moan as he went back to fucking you relentlessly. Your head was spinning as the hand he was using to hold your hand went to your throat wrapping his large hand around your throat.
He pressed his chest against your naked bare back as he drilled his cock inside of you. You could feel his balls slap against your ass harshly as he pounded inside of you not holding anything back.
He haven’t squeezed or tightened his grip yet, he just kept it there fucking you deeply and roughly.
His full weight against you as he was mounting on top of you.
Your legs were tangled with his own, his clothed legs forcing your legs down so you couldn’t escape from him. You felt his boots against your feet as squirmed around.
As you moaned louder and louder the hand around your throat tightened its grip. Not even to hurt you or make you pass out just enough for you to know who’s in charge.
You could feel the cold mask against your neck and ear as he was on top of you. You could swear that you feel his cock bulging inside of your stomach. You moaned louder and louder as you came again, white steaks of cum spurting out of your cock while you struggled to your eyes open.
Your mouth hanged open as you panted and tried to keep your breathing steady. Your hips squirmed and trembled as you came untouched, you were embarrassed from how many times you already orgasmed from just getting fucked in the ass.
Your was squeezed around his cock as you tried to ride out your orgasm.
Your face was flushed as your eyes began to roll back from pleasure.
With sudden movement Michael went up and began to actually choke you as he thrust became animalistic as his boots dig against the bed. Your breaths got chocked as you gasped and such as his hand tightened.
With his groans and deep grunts becoming more audible. He drilled his cock deeper then ever shooting his load into you once more.
You began to feel light headed as you couldn’t breathe properly and fully. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth as you felt his cum from the previous rounds leak out of you. Your hole overfilling with his seed, as Michael thrust got slow but still hard he finally rode out of his orgasm as he let go of your throat.
But still, after all this time. You still felt his hard cock pulsing his cum inside you. And with the look you could feel from behind you. Michael showed no signs to being close to done.
Letting go of your throat Michael used both his hands to hold both of your arms pulling them back raising you up from the bed as he went back to drilling his cock inside you.
The headboard banged and hit against the wall as the bed squeaked.
With your arms behind you getting pulled in a strong and rough grip you looked in front of you in daze looking at Michael’s blood soaked knife.
You could feel the cum leak down onto your thighs and landing on the sheets below.
Your mind was fuzzing and almost turning blank as he began to destroy you physically and mentally with his cock.
THE END
Yandere Hush (¼)
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i absolutely love insane characters from anime games or other media, i love a guy that would mindfuck me
THE POSSESSION OF WILLOW MORENO
Slashers + Pokemon + mspaint
I swear theres alot of more things art would've done 🥴🥴🤌🤌🤌
EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI
Art the Clown x Reader SMUT • headcanons, how Art fucks, what he gets off to, etc
big content warning! contains some stuff that may gross you out; read at your own risk: menstruation kink, piss kink, oral sex, anal sex, object insertion, blood kink, various weapons mentioned, bondage, human hair and bones, butts and what comes out of butts, public sex, cockwarming, mostly dom!Art and sub!reader
🔪 Remember the work desk with all of Art’s weapons and tools on it? He knows you want him to fuck you, but he’s got shit to do (meaning weapons to build) so he lets you sit under the desk, cockwarming him while he works. You’re on the ground between his knees, patiently holding him in your mouth. When he finishes constructing his latest instrument of torture/slaughter, Art pats his palm against his thigh, wordlessly telling you to climb up into his lap and ride him.🩸
🔪 Art enjoys blood and guts, so it goes without saying that during your period, he’s particularly eager to fuck you. He can detect the slight change in your scent, usually aware you’ve begun to bleed even before you know. He plays with your pussy like it’s a new, special toy when you’re bleeding, spreading your lips and tracing his name on your inner thighs in red. Seeing/touching/tasting blood that comes from you is special to Art. It’s the only time he gets to play in blood without it being the result of him hurting someone, so that makes the experience unique for him. He saves your used pads for ‘alone time,’ using them later as a ‘sleeve,’ to masturbate with.🩸
🔪 Art sometimes fucks you with unconventional objects, like the handle of one of his weapons (knife, axe) or the neck of a bottle. If you’ve displeased him but he still wants to fuck you, he might deny you his cock and instead use something else, like the handle of one of his knives or the barrel of an (empty!) gun, to make you come instead of his cock, as a degrading ‘punishment.’🩸
🔪 Art loves bondage. He knows what he’s doing when it comes to tying knots, as evidenced by the multiple victims you’ve watched him restrain. He enjoys the power dynamic of being in absolute control of another person. When that crosses over into sex, you both get off on him tying you up and doing whatever the fuck he wants with your body.🩸
🔪 Art’s methods can border on sadistic at times (I mean how could they not??) but because he wants to keep you around to play with for the long haul, he never pushes you beyond the limits of safety, no matter how many new ways he comes up with to plug every hole in your body. If we know anything about Art, it’s that he’s perceptive. He studies the way your body responds to different forms of stimulation and mentally catalogs the information for later. All of his skill in crafting tools of torture means he’s able to create customized ‘toys,’ to fuck you with. But the thing is, they’re never normal, or sweet; they always contain something fucked-up and sick. Art once surprised you with a whip he’d put together for you. Its strands were soft and felt so good gliding over your clit. You came so hard when Art whipped your pussy till it was puffy and leaking. It would have been a wonderful gift, if you hadn’t realized later, upon closer inspection, that the strands now wet with your cum were in fact strands of human hair. And the custom dildo Art made for you, the one that was so smooth and colored beige/white? You later found out Art had chiseled and smoothed down a human bone to make it for you. The information almost made you sick on the spot. Art found your horrified reaction hilarious, of course, and it didn’t stop him from laying you down and fucking you with it all the same…🩸
🔪 ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL …
He loves to fuck you in the ass. Art’s a nasty little motherfucker when it comes to the stuff that comes out of butts, and I’m not gonna elaborate here, but you can use your imagination to follow where I’m going with this…🩸
🔪 Art has zero inhibitions: he kills anyone, anywhere. Imagine that relating to sex; of course he’s going to fuck you wherever he wants, including places where you might get caught. Sex in public/risky spaces feels natural to Art, because he literally does not give a single fuck. Remember the first time you ever saw him? When you stumbled out the back door of that sleazy little bar in your home town, so drunk off your ass you thought you were leaving through the front? Art was in the alleyway behind the bar, black garbage bag hoisted over his shoulder, not even looking for anyone to fuck up but when he saw you, he knew he’d found a victim for the night. He’d planned to stalk you home and do unspeakable things to you-but as you took the lead and approached him, there in the alleyway, he was caught off guard, his whole plan upended the moment you slid your arms around his waist, stood up on your tiptoes, and placed a soft, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He was awestruck, and even if he could speak, Art would still have been at a loss for words. You walked him backward a few steps, lining him up against a dumpster in the alleyway. You began fondling him through his costume, grinning when you realized his body had already begun to respond. One thing led to another, and within minutes, Art had you bent over that dumpster, with a fresh hole torn in the front of his costume where your bodies were joined…🩸
🔪 No one would associate The Miles County Clown with tenderness, but if they knew Art, they would see a softer side of him only you do. He’s still fucking deranged, don’t get me wrong. But Art also has moments of vulnerability, when there’s nothing he wants more than to hold you. Sitting in Art’s lap, he wraps his arms around you and stays still, so still, just enjoying the soft thump of your heartbeat against his, and the low hum of your breath on his chest. Your nearness calms the monster inside Art so well that sometimes, he forgets he is the monster itself…🩸
🔪 Another benefit of having you in his lap? Art realized he could use his strength to make you stay in his lap no matter how badly you had to get up and take a piss, forcing you to wet yourself all over him. You felt him gradually getting hard under you as you began to wriggle on his lap. Art could see your discomfort, and when you told him you needed to get up and take a piss, he refused to release you. You’d expect him to be smiling at you at a time like this, silently mocking you; but the look in his eyes was deathly serious, pitch black and full of a demented lust that would have had you locked you in place even if his arms hadn’t. Blushing into his shoulder, you accepted the fact that Art wasn’t letting go of you any time soon, and that he really was into this. He wanted this to happen. You allowed your bladder to empty, a soft trickle saturating your panties, followed by a steady stream of hot piss that spread over Art’s lap. His clothes were soaked through below the waist, your piss running down between his thighs and dampening the couch cushion beneath you. Art was rock hard by this point, his wet cock throbbing against your pussy. He lifted you off his lap just enough to reach between your bodies and position his tip against your entrance, then used your piss as a lube to slide inside you…🩸
Yeah, he a little clingy, but isn't clingy better than distant
Im convinced some Brahms simps bought a light blue cardigan and wears it around pretending they stole it from him or he gave it to them or something
Brahms: *struggling to swim even with floaties on*
Y/N: I’d save him, but who am I to play God?
Brahms: *walking around, still disappointed, 6 hours after visiting an aquarium*
Y/N: Brahms what did you think a tiger shark was?
“He’s my comfort character!” Sweetie that’s a manic who was traumatized as a child and now brutally murders people in methods you’ve never heard of.
I have begun to learn ASL.
For what specific purpose?
Am I deaf? No.
Do I know any actual deaf people? No.
Do I intend to teach the people in my life? Not really.
Do I just want a new life skill? I mean kinda, but not for the right reasons.
I- like the stinky, disgusting, deplorable wibble wobbler I am- have begun learning ASL purely so that I can envision myself talking with big, scary, selectively mute men while reading fanfiction.
The nicest girl you've ever met is watching Terrifier 3 and has multiple slasher smutfics in her likes.
i put together some clips from the billy lenz commentary and captioned it and i can’t stop laughing.
*this was played by Nick Mancuso who voiced Billy in the original movie and honestly he captured him perfectly