My Man Yuri Spent Years Pretending To Loop And In The Past Few Episodes He Got A Bf, Made Some Friends,

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

me bc i’m literally a teenage girl (im gender-fluid so it counts 😈🙏)

“carnally need him” i say as my eyebags are illuminated by my screen while birds are chirping louder than the music in my headphones

they don't make staying up until 3am fun and exciting like they used to

Alpha, who is usually stone hearted and mean , can't say no to their omega. They'll omega can ask for something small, and they're already running to do it. If their omega is in heat, then, of course, they have to help take care of them!!

intro ig （￣︶￣）↗　

LJ (pronounced EL-JAY) or Scout (childhood nicknames lolol)

Submissions/requests: OPEN

I literally couldnt care less if ur a minor, just be careful on here!

I write mostly bottom fem reader (wlw) and gn reader but will occasionally write top fem reader (wlw) or bottom male reader (mlm)

I write original characters and fanfic!!! feel free to request if submissions are open!!

Masterlist q(≧▽≦q)

i headcanon that yuri is as obsessed with charley as charley is with him, possibly even more obsessed than him. and i have nothing to back this headcanon/theory because i jst want someone to love charley cuz my boy needs it

We stan!!!!

chaotic good

"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

omg not fauxcest but like aggressive jock x loser reader? like guys that are friends you wouldnt think are friends cuz they are so diffrent, a lot of corruption? idk like the jock losing a game and also just losing it over how pretty he thinks the reader is and taking it out on him, shoving his face into a pillow n overstimulating the fuck out of reader, kinda where hes begging n crying to get him to let up, cuz he feels way too good n hes never felt this good in his life and his friend hes secrectly into is into him back, uhm yeah idk like the reader is lowkey pathetic, pls and ty 🙂‍↕️

overstim... peak. meanie jock, bttm male reader, minors ageless blogs dni

lost the game. never the fame... having to dodge so many hands reaching out to him, trying to comfort him as he was in clear distress... but he has his eyes on one thing; one thing only.

jock and nerd who go hand in hand... never actually holding hands, that'd be weird. but it's like, how do you not have a partner? as your friend. GOOD FRIEND. he'd try n ask what your problem is... why dont you have a girl? boy? you saving yourself? you're so pretty and small and - a-and just his type... no one compares to the feeling of your hands dragging along his bicep, totally not checking him out... but he knows better. no one compares.

it was better than using some fleshjack, there he would have the warmth he's been fucking craving - and he can't hold back anymore. this is stupid, why hasn't he just... used his height and build to his advantage? he can easily take advantage of you. so he does just that... blinded by rage, upset, and finds himself in your dorm...

his... little doll. loser probably reading a dumb loser book and totally unaware of the dire situation his jock is in...! y-you were friends, weren't you? no time to answer questions of what are you doing here? how was the game? jeez you look sweaty... ju-just shh, hush- shshsh...

;; losing it over how truly ethereal you are... drooling, sobbing ever so softly as he ruts into you like an animal untrained. definitely bleeding a little, but that works a little fine; mixing in with lube. can you blame him? he's frustrated, and you're the perfect thing possible to help him out. be a good little nerd and help your jock release his frustrations. do that thing with your tongue. look at him with those eyes. look him in the eye.

"please- p-please, fuck, can you slow down-!?" your meek little voie came. breeding you full, load emptying out on your tummy yet again,,, jock halfassedly grinding his palm into your cock and making a mess out of youㅡto which you cry, and squeal. arching as if that was gonna buck him off you... "nnh, please - ple-ease-!" voice cracking, going as far as to call out his name...

jock... drunk. babbling over you, growling over you. hand finding your neck - eyes shot wide open, startled as he begins to close his hand. dragging you to meet his hips with lewd plaps following... - a nasty feeling of anxiousness forming in your tummy - was he about to fucking kill you after taking youㅡ?? ah-!

;; just above that delicious coiling of your lower intestinesㅡgrinding into his cock with a soft whine, eager to release just as he's eager for you to take what he gives you. more and more... who knew his little nerd could be such a fucking freak?

"so fucking pretty-s-so fucking pretty and all mine-!" he grits, eyes rolling back from the pure euphoria of the spasming taint on his cock. probably bleeding a little, but a little hurt aint never hurt anyone, right? except. it totally is hurting because he's being so rough and forcing you to cum again and again, leaving no time for a breatherㅡyou're not used to this sort of thing- even masturbating by yourself-!