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For my resident evil village request, can you do a headcannon for Karl Heisenberg and wife fem s/o, Who looks beautiful in her sexy dress, her fem wife s/o used to be a singer in a bar and then married Karl.
Heisenberg With a Singer!Wife
When Heisenberg first met you, it was in the village’s bar. Everything around him seemed to stop when he saw you on that dim lit stage. You wore a beautiful dress and a charming smile as your seductive voice sung to the patrons.
How had he never seen you before? He must have you!
Heisenberg had never really been flustered before. Never had be felt like a bashful schoolboy when he came up to you after your show. His scarred, face red was hidden under his hat as he complimented you.
Lucky you thought the lord was cute. From then on, you were fascinated with the metal man and would soon go on to be his lady.
Similar to Gomez Addams, Karl completely worshiped you as his queen. Every inch of your lovely skin was to be kissed and caressed by his scarred lips and leather gloves. Every time you came out of your shared room in a new dress or gown from Lady Dimitrescu, he was on the floor, absolutely flabbergasted with how stunning you are.
Heisenberg always referred to you as his beautiful lady or darling wife. He was one proud husband whenever you sung. It put him in a trance every time. He swore you were a siren.
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Lot of Jason fans like myself here. Just thought I’d share that I’ve got a completed fic about him on Wattpad! Feel free to give it a read if you wanna. Just thought I’d share. That’s all. :) Wattpad: rabbitblackx
Description:
As a teenager, you finally decide to pack up your things and go. After getting a live in babysitting job, you find yourself in the quaint town of Crystal Lake. Your boss, Pamela Voorhees, introduces you to her son that you'll be taking care of. Jason Voorhees is an eleven year old deformed boy that you instantly click with. While taking care of him throughout the summer while his mother is working, she is offered a job at the town's camp. Thinking it would be a great opportunity for Jason, she brings him along to socialise.
You and Jason miss each other terribly but unfortunately, that isn't the worst part. When Jason drowns in the lake, you're heartbroken and flee the town in hopes to forget. It's only decades later when you hear that Pamela has been killed by a teen after the woman had been on a killing spree herself. Do you return to Crystal Lake to reminisce? Has Jason truely been dead all this time? Find out now!
If it's not too much, can I request headcanons for Drayton Sawyer with his s/o? Nothing specific just some fluff.
Thank you in advance and I wish you everything the best!! 💕
Thank you!💕💕
Drayton Sawyer x Reader Fluff Headcanons
Drayton was always swatting Nubbins away from you. He batted at him with his broom, barking at him to leave you alone. He hated it when the Hitchhiker flirted with you just to make him mad. If it wasn’t the broom he was getting whacked in the back of the head with, it was the Cook’s bare hand.
Drayton cooked you breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. Your very favourites meals too! He was great with adding more flavour. He took extra time making your food compared to his brothers’. The way you smiled and ‘mmm’-ed while eating was a delight.
This old guy was actually quite romantic. He was very old fashioned and liked to keep things tasteful. He kissed you deeply and gently, and made love to you long and soft.
Drayton adored how good you were with Bubba. He couldn’t help but smirk behind your back as you talked nicely to his little brother and helped him with his makeup.
Brahms head cannons for having mommy link and pussy drunk for reader and gets even more pathetic and needy with each praise she gives.
Warning: NSFW
Brahms Heelshire Mommy Kink Headcanons
Brahms never called you your real name anymore. You were just ‘mummy’ to him. Didn’t matter your gender. He lapped up any bit of praise you gave him, seeking it out like a starving man. Just a ‘good boy’ or ‘that’s my sweet Brahmsy’, and his tip was sticky.
Brahms was loud in bed. He moaned, ‘mummy, mummy, mummy!’ Over and over.
“Who’s a good boy?” You purred, smirking down at him as you rode him relentlessly.
“I am…! I-I am!” You had took his mask off and was getting hot at the drunk look on his face, his scared features pink and his eyes rolled back. “I’ll be good, mummy! I will! I will!” He chanted.
You kept praising him, slamming your hips down harshly as his nails dug into them. With every praise and sweet nothing you uttered, he grew more and more pathetic. Brahms was drilling his hips up into your hole, mewling and whining and begging.
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Art the Clown sees his next victim (reader) and trying to make her uncomfortable only to get uno reversed so hard that he is doesn't know if he should kill her to end his misery or just swallow the pill and go fuck it and they become killer besties.
Art The Clown When Reader’s Weirdly Okay With Him
Art found you eating alone in a diner one night, slinking over to your booth with his trash bag over his shoulder. He slumped down across from you, glaring into your soul with his mad eyes. You glanced up from your food, a grin meeting your face. His scowl soon became a broad smile too, eyes wide as he silently stared. You only grinned bigger yourself.
You and Art both smiled at each other in an intense silence for about a minute. If anyone else was there, they’d certainly be creeped out. You got the impression he was trying to make you uncomfortable, but two could play it that game.
“Cute bag. Where’d you get it?” You joked, nodding to the trash bag of weapons next to him. Art just kept on smiling, holding insane eye contact. “You’re kinda cute too, ya know? I like the black and white.”
He waved your compliments off bashfully, fanning his white face as if it was going red. You giggled and kept egging him on, teasing and playfully flirting. Art was surprised by your nice demeanour and lack of fear, feeling entertained by it. You were way more fun to be around compared to his past victims. Too bad you had to die. :(
When you finished your meal and paid, you bid farewell and left the diner, but Art followed like a dog. You glanced over your shoulder as you walked down the dark streets, grinning at him.
“Hey, you coming along?”
Art nodded enthusiastically, shuffling behind you with his trash bag. You could still tell he was trying to freak you out, but you weren’t there yet.
“Okay then. Let’s go!” The clown kept following you down the quiet streets, anyone passing looking disturbed at his appearance. “You’re a good guard dog. You keep the creeps away!”
Art tilted his head at your remark, eyeing you in a funny way. Why weren’t you scared? Couldn’t you tell he was a creep himself? It was beginning to grow annoying how nonchalant you were about him. This was getting old. Scream and cry already!
Art kept following you, and debated grabbing a hammer from his bag. Your back was turned and no one was around. A good whack would do you good right about now! But he refrained.
The killer kinda liked your voice. It’d be a shame to cut your vocal cords, and you had probably been the nicest and funniest person to him yet. He wasn’t used to the kindness.
Art grew pissed. You were annoying! Be afraid! He poked your side angrily and you squeaked.
“Hey! What?”
He glared and pouted. You tilted your head with a playful grin.
“What’s the matter, boy?”
Okay, as frustrating as you were, he had to keep you. Art didn’t know why, but you cooing at him almost like he was a pet… kinda did something for him.
Hello rabbit, how are you been doing? And are requests gonna open again anytime soon or not yet? I'm just curious.
Howdy!🤠 I’m doing good hope ur well too!💖 I have no idea atm! :’) I still have a fair few to answer on @rabbittf2x that have been sitting in my asks for over a year😭 hopefully soon I’ll open requests on here and @outlastrabbit when I’m not as busy! :)
Omg are you back ? Do you write for slashers and dbd?
I’m back! :) I write for just slashers atm! Requests are still closed tho currently as I get back into the swing of things🫠 I don’t write DBD anymore but feel free to check out my DBD one shot book on wattpad! Heaps of stuff there from back in the day I’m still kinda proud of <3
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Hello! Can I request a fem, motherly s/o who is secretly a killer too? And they find out by seeing them bloody while cooking? Micheal, Jason, and Freddy Krueger? Thank you!
Sowwy now only doing two slashers per ask since coming back!🥲💕
Michael and Jason Find Out Motherly!Reader is a Killer
Michael Myers💖
Michael tried to act like your motherly ways towards him annoyed him, but it was a big fat lie. He lapped that shit up. He brushed you off like a moody teenager when you fretted over his bloody jumpsuit or when his boot prints tracked through your home. Little did you know though, his black eyes were almost soft behind his mask. You reminded him of his mummy. <3
Michael’s stomach nearly dropped when he entered your kitchen to find you covered in blood. He feared you were hurt or in shock, but the way you were humming while cooking on the stove told him you weren’t in pain…
It wasn’t your blood.
You smiled sweetly at Michael, and that was when he spotted the body in the hallway. A shiver of delight ran through him and he stormed over, making you squeal as he hoisted you up onto the counter. His large hands were all over you, rubbing the blood into your soft skin as he yanked his mask off. Your lips tasted metallic.
Jason Voorhees💖
Jason absolutely adored you. You were just as sweet as his dear mother. He could spend the entire day just laying with his head in your lap as you cooed and petted him.
He never thought for a second you could’ve been a killer. When he found you cooking his dinner while covered in blood, he had never moved so fast. Really, Jason was usually very slow! You squeaked as he sped over, grabbing your shoulders hard and looking over you for injuries.
Jason was panicking but your soothing voice slowly calmed him, your hand caressing his mask. You gently explained to him how it wasn’t your blood, and pointed out the body of a camp counsellor laying down the hall.
Okay, now you really reminded Jason of his mother. Were you her reincarnation? As freaky as the situation was, he found his strong arms wrapping tight around you in a bear hug. The bloodbath you created weirdly comforted him. You were just like mum…
hi! could i request Bubba and Thomas with their s/o that is like really protective of em and caring if they got hurt or get yelled at?
Bubba Sawyer With a Protective!Reader
You when Bubba’s brothers start being mean to him:
You were just about the only one that wasn’t afraid to shout down the Sawyers. You looked cool as hell when you barked at Drayton for yelling at Bubba. You protected that big boy like he was your pride and joy. Which he was!
When some stupid kids or trespassers came around the house (or Texas Battle Land), you were at Bubba’s side the whole time. You were there with a sledge, ready to take down any victim who tried to hurt your sweetheart.
You were Leatherface’s everything. Ever since you came along, his brothers were less hard on him. Yelling at him was a lot more fun when there wasn’t a little rat like you screeching at them to stop every five seconds. You were like Bubba’s guard dog. He definitely didn’t need one though, as the man was built like a bus.
You made this big killer feel extra safe though. :)
