brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: the rocky horrorshow

man this really is some self indulgent bullshit that I have for you this week,, i saw rocky horror show live for the first time the other night and it was An Experience,, so here we are what is their opinions (only including charles, tommy and billy). warning for smut (mild tbh).

charles lee ray

• has seen the movie with you multiple times
• secretly thinks it’s a huge vibe but will never, ever admit it out loud
• all the lingerie and sexy times puts him in the mood
• so you’ve missed the ending a few times because he won’t wait till the movie is over
• (sex whilst hot patootie is playing in the background)
• your love for rocky horror means you’re in with the edgy theatre crowds who put on regular live performances of it
• you and your friends go to as many live shows as possible
• you always get dressed up
• corset, fishnets, classic red lipstick, the whole shebang
• chucky never goes with you
• (as much as he secretly loves the movie he would be way too embarrassed to actually go to a live show)
• you tease him so bad before you leave
• he is ready to rip your (already limited) clothes off before you can leave
• he might go out “working” the same night
• but if he stays in you tell him not to wait up, you’ll be home late
• “It doesn’t start till midnight, Chucky so I won’t be home till morning”
• “you’re coming straight home after, right?”
• “why? scared I’m gonna leave you for a dude in heels?”
• he scowls at you but you’re right lmao
• you have a raving time, as always
• you stumble in at like 4 a.m.
• and fall asleep on the couch
• (still in your fishnets and sparkly corset)
• the next morning (afternoon) you wake up to coffee and chucky laughing quietly
• you sit up and look at the state you’re in
• “good night?”
• “evidently, my morning could be better though”
• which is both a dig at him laughing and a backhanded invitation
• making out on the couch leads to fucking on the couch
• and chucky makes it his business to ruin your outfit even more
• then he brings you a coffee and tells you to have a shower because “you look like a whore after a long night on the job”
• (in the unlikely event you ever do convince him to go he is mortified when you tell everyone it’s his first time and make him go up for the virgin initiation games)

tommy ludlow

• has also seen the movie with you and it is not his thing
• he’s a simple guy and there is way too much glam/camp for him
• but he’s glad that you enjoy it
• (and you suffer through watching the basketball with him, so even stevens)
• it’s 1978 in NYC so there is a rocky horror show every weekend if you are so inclined
• you go pretty frequently with your friends
• heels and fishnets and lipstick !!
• (tommy thinks you look absolutely drop dead gorgeous, it almost makes him want to come with you)
• he worries about you being out late at night like that but you could beat anyone’s ass if necessary
• he waves you off and you promise not to be home toolate
• you have a great time, of course
• but the most fun is had when you get home
• you come home giggling and lowkey tripping through the door
• he’s stayed up to wait for you
• (because he couldn’t sleep without knowing you got in okay)
• “have a nice time?” he grins
• you throw yourself over him on the couch, still giggling
• “it was great!”
• your lipstick is smudged and you’ve got like a million rips in your fishnets
• a show full of sex and glam has put you in the mood
• you do not make it off the couch
• did somebody say blow jobs whilst wearing red lipstick?
• he almost loses it
• and then you just tell him to just rip a hole in your fishnets
• and he absolutely loses it

billy bibbit

• when you get him to watch the movie with you it is an Experience alright
• he’s lowkey entranced
• amazed
• it’s an eye opener for sure
• but he kind of enjoys it
• likes how no one takes themselves seriously and is just straight up vibing
• dudes in fishnets and heels and lipstick?
• he is having a crisis (positive)
• you find out that an am-dram group is doing regular shows so you and your friends go along to test the waters
• it’s a blast
• the next time you plan on going you ask billy if he wants to come
• “it’s a lot of fun, bill, and even better than the movie!”
• “i d-d-don’t kn-now if it’s r-rrreally for me”
• you don’t pressures him because you get that it can all seem pretty intense
• but you keep the option open for him
• you go a few times with friends before billy even considers coming with you
• rather than your usual rocky horror attire which is, lets be honest, slutty (positive)
• you go together as brad and janet to ease billy into the whole thing
• (you both get a lot of compliments because I mean, come on you’re both perfect)
• you sit towards the back of the show and keep it on the down low that it is his first time (to avoid the virgin initiation games)
• you tell him a few of the call and response lines but it takes him a while to get warmed up to it
• by the end he thinks its great
• don’t expect him to go all out but he does come with you every so often
• honestly its kind of a confidence booster for him
• after a while he can relax and knows that no one is judging him
• (knows all the words to all the songs)

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: lingerie

i’m liking doing these headcanons lists for maximum coverage for all our faves. lingerie is is a thing !! and all of them would go crazy for you (even if some of them aren’t very proactive (i’m looking at you jack)). any more requests for these lists are welcomed !! warning for smut(mild).

charles lee ray

• loves loves loves when you wear lingerie
• makes him weak at the knees tbh
• will buy new lingerie for you for any occasion
• your birthday? new panties. christmas? festive set. got a good deal on beer at the store? bralettes. halloween. sexy ‘costume’. fourth of july? get ready to disrespect the flag in star spangled lingerie.his birthday? crotchless panties.
• as much as he loves you in lingerie, he loves taking it off you even more
• makes an event of it
• or just rips it off you depending how horny he is
• goes feral if you buy your own lingerie as a surprise
• “chucky” you shout from the bedroom “won’t you come to bed?”
• complains that he is busy (he isn’t) but slouches into the bedroom anyway
• he gives a nasty smirk when he sees you’ve got all dressed up for him
• but he can’t hide his wide eyes
• he’s in love
• “very pretty panties, but I want what’s underneath”

jack dante

• has the exact same opinion on lingerie as every teenage boy
• it’s sexy, but he can’t tell one bra from another
• the skimpier the better
• his favourite past time (apart from guns) is looking through lingerie catalogues and porn magazines (which he considers basically the same thing)
• if by chance something catches his eye he will buy it for you
• but that is rare
• don’t get him wrong, if you wear lingerie for him he will be drooling
• but also know it all looks the same to him
• will steal your underwear for nefarious purposes

billy bibbit

• if you wear lingerie he is all yours
• (not that he ever isn’t)
• “billy, come see what I bought today”
• genuine jaw drop
• you may need to give him a minute or two to recover
• but once he calms down you can get him all flustered again
• he is very, veryappreciative
• loves the cutesy pink or white lingerie more than the super 'sexy’ stuff
• but that works for you
• he might combust before he could actually buy you any lingerie as a gift
• but you know what he likes and do a perfect job picking out your own
• “y-y-you lo-ook like an a-angel”
• honestly even if you’re just wearing normal underwear he worships you
• very considerate of the safety of your panties so does not damage them when he ravishes you
• if you wear a summer dress with pretty lingerie underneath it makes him melt
• takes his time peeling it off until you’re squirming

sheriff brackett

• he’s too old for lingerie on its own to really get him going
• that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think you look phenomenal in it
• he does
• but it’s definitely more of just a fun thing for you to do that is cute and sexy for him
• it’s playful
• and if you feel cute and sexy? that is what gets him going !!
• feels very honoured if you wear sexy lingerie for him
• (and will be just a little he flustered)
• he does not feel worthy (he totally is)
• respectfully peels your fancy panties off unlike some people (jack, charles, need I say more) who will just rip it to shreds
• as responsible as you both are, you play games with him by wearing something very sexy (and tasteful of course) under your regular clothes
• so when he sees you around town during the day he has a reminder of what’s in store that night

grima wormtongue

• is lingerie even a thing in middle earth?
• really it’s a case of how little you can wear under your dress
• if you’re in a dark corner somewhere and his hand goes sneaking under your dress and you are not wearing undergarments? he is going to lose it
• just to knowing you have nothing on has him over thinking all day
• when you take off your dress to reveal nothing underneath?
• he will lose it
• will ravish you

doc cochran

• sexy lingerie in 1876 was really something wasn’t it
• doc is a simple man, he doesn’t care what you wear or how provocative your undergarments may be
• he loves you anyway
• thinks you are way too beautiful to be with him
• which is why you like getting dressed up for him to show that he’s the only man you want peeling off your undergarments
• get playful with it because doc gets flustered like no ones business
• it’s risky business with how often people just barge on in but sometimes you’ll wear as little as possible and wait for him to get home
• he comes home and you’re waiting in bloomers and your corset
• once he finishes blushing he says “and what’s all this in aid of, darlin’?”
• “welcome home, doc”

tommy ludlow

• has seen his fair share of sexy models
• you’re by far his favourite
• (“none of 'em even come close to you”)
• loves to see you in lingerie, especially if you’ve been dressed very casually all day
• and then suddenly you turn into this stocking clad vixen?
• holy shit
• not that you’re not a vixen 24/7
• but slap a garter belt on and tommy is all yours
• all the fashion photography has rubbed off on you
• tommy buys a camera and takes polaroids of you in lingerie
• (what can he say, you’re his favouritemodel)
• loves on lazy mornings when you get up to make coffee while just wearing panties and a shirt
• (one of his shirts?)

leo nova

• loves lingerie on you
• now he’s got the money he buys the real high end designer brands for you
• which works for you because it is top fucking quality
• silk, lace, straps everywhere
• you are like that rich bitch in the lingerie and flowing mesh+fluffy dressing gown who’s sugar daddy might die in an accident
• tries not to show it but fucking drools over you if you do like a sexy strip tease for him

tucker cleveland

• has simple tastes
• you could be wearing your cheapest underwear and he would still think you’re drop dead gorgeous
• won’t necessarily buy you lingerie
• (unless he’s been away for a while on a job, he brings you something back as a present)
• but if you buy it yourself he will be very appreciative
• so appreciative in fact he won’t even wait for it to come off
• totally happy to just pull your panties to the side and get busy
• “you got all dressed up for me, i oughta show how much i appreciate it”

bonus:tiffany valentine (was inspired to add tiff because of the vibes of thispost)

• she loves loves loves when you wear lingerie
• fashion queen that she is, she owns her fair share of sexy underwear + accessories so knows exactly what she’s looking for when she shops for you
• your lingerie with tiff is slightly more adventurous; corsets, garters, shape wear, vintage bras, stockings
• she is the most appreciative of the lingerie as it’s own art form
• has the most fun with it, you can wear matching lingerie and doll each other up
• before ruining your looks by having very passionate sex obviously

Me: finally finding writers who make the reader black

*checks bio* 18+ blogs minors DNI

Me: istfg I’m going to km-

Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Requested by: @sourdrop

Request:Good morning/evening :) Could I request a Hannibal x reader fic where she is helping him make dinner one night & Hannibal confesses his feelings to her & reader is confused/ kinda shocked because no one has ever expressed any romantic interest in her before & also she’s had a huge crush on him for awhile & then maybe it ends with a sweet kiss tysm

Having dinner at Hannibal’s was something you worked into your daily routine.

It started off with him inviting you to an event of his, then he asked you to come over more and more frequently. 

Monthly, weekly and soon almost it turned into a daily thing.

If it wasn’t for your workplace and responsibilities, you probably would have been over every day.

And just as those dinners grew closer, so did you to Dr Lecter.

He was charming, there was no denying that. Even a blind person could see that he was a work of art.

But you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself.

Every time you met someone new, you hoped, they would have some feelings for you. You desperately wanted someone to have as a partner and not just as a friend. 

You had enough friends.

But, men worked differently.

They never wanted you, they never saw you more than just a friend or colleague. You were always alone, and each time a little piece in you died. 

The piece that craved intimacy. Someone to share time with, someone to go home to and cuddle with.

Maybe that’s why you liked going over to Hannibal’s place.  

You made yourself believe that it might be true, that this time might be different, that you finallyfound someone that wants to spend time with you, more than just a friend. 

And each and every time you had to remind yourself not to let yourself believe these tales.

In your lifetime it never happened before, ever, so, why would this be any different?

And as time passed, you slowly started to see how silly you were. Each night when you left to go home, you laughed as your hope slithered away.

You smiled as you got into your car and you had to remind yourself that he saw you nothing more than a friend.

And so, you stopped having expectations. You stopped getting your hopes up.

“I was thinking, we should go and see a play, if you’d like.” Hannibal said as he put the dessert in front of you.

Another day, another dinner.

“Oh, I do you know you like opera?”

“I was thinking more of a… romantic play. I hoped you would come with me as a date.” he said with a small smile and you couldn’t help but stare.

Did you hear him correctly?

“A date?” you asked, placing your spoon down.

“Yes, call me bold but I think our chemistry is fantastic and I would like to take you out on a date.” you looked at him, waiting for someone to jump out from behind you, trying to find the hidden camera. 

“Are-Are you joking?” you asked with a low voice.

“No, of course not. I would never play such cruel games with you.” he immediately said. “Is it that awful to think I would have such interests in you?”

“Wh-No… Hannibal, no I-I don’t know what to say. I was never…Men usually well, rather often actually, have no interest in me.

“Nonsense.” he chuckled. “They are blind not to see your beauty and intellect. Or possibly they were all blinded by your beauty too afraid to voice it.”

That made you laugh a little.

“I doubt that.” 

“No doubt on my end. So, date?”

You smiled at him as he did at you.

“Okay, yes. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Wonderful, I’ll make sure that you will enjoy yourself. I will make you forget about al those silly little boys who were too afraid to even look at a stunning woman like you.”

You were sure he will.

Hannibal was a man of his words, you noticed that the moment you met him.

You were all giggly and happy for the upcoming days, waiting for your date, you even bought a new dress.

This was different. This date was very different, you knew that.

And just as he promised and eight in the evening, he appeared wearing a gorgeous suit, with flowers in his hands to whoo you. 

He went all out and you couldn’t be happier for his confession. 

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Jason Voorhees x Reader: Childhood Friends

• You had met Jason the first day you went to Camp Crystal Lake. You had never seen someone with any kind of deformity before, but it didn’t phase you. Why would it?
• He was shy. Incredibly shy. He barely did anything around the camp, basically just sticking around his Mother. You made sure to visit them both multiple times a day, even if he hid from you behind his Mother most of the time.
• The other kids were constantly making fun of him or talking about him behind his back, and that made you incredibly angry. How dare they talk that way about such a nice boy? He didn’t even do anything!
• A couple of counselors had to break up fights between you and the kids on way more than a couple occasions. Sometimes it was too much for you and you went off on the bad kids. You had hurt a few of them pretty good, though.
• Jason and Pamela both saw the fights and heard some of the things you had said to the bullies. Pamela’s heart swelled that one of the kids had finally, finally accepted Jason for who he was, overlooking his deformities.
• Pamela took you in one day to the nurse’s station and cleaned your scrapes and cuts, telling you how proud of you she was for sticking up for her precious son. She knew he had no friends. He did too.
• Jason’s Mother took him to your cabin one day while the rest of the kids were out on activities. You had been confined to your cabin, alone, for getting into so many fights. And not just for that day, either, you were often suspended from camp activities for being so aggressive.
• They both went to you and Pamela asked you why you were so defensive of Jason with him hiding behind her. You had explained to them both that it was unfair of the other kids to pick on him for no reason. She held her hands to her chest. Finally. Jason could finally have a friend.
• Jason peeked out at you nervously, and you gave him a soft smile, holding your hand out. He looked to his mother, who gave him a nod. He took your hand and gave you one of the purest smiles you had ever seen. And it was infectious, you smiled bigger than you ever did before.
• You both spent the day playing together. Board games, patty cake, hide and seek, tag. You stuck close to your cabin and where Pamela was stationed, just to be safe. But you had more fun than you had ever had at that camp.
• You still got into fights, often getting beaten up trying to keep the other kids away from Jason. Pamela always noticed just in time though and chased them off, since the neglectful counselors barely paid any attention.
• You often had to get patched up. Jason always came over to you when the fights were over and even though you were scraped, bruised, and sometimes even bleeding, you gave him a smile and a hug. No one messed with him while you were around.
• That fateful day though, you were asleep. You woke up and went outside your cabin to Pamela wailing in pain, and scrambled over to her and begged her to tell you what happened. When she did… your heart broke into pieces. You both mourned Jason. You cried so hard you got sick. Your best friend, the best boy you knew, Jason, was gone. He was gone.
• You hated everyone in that camp besides Pamela from that day on. You stuck to her like glue. She was angry. She was so very, very angry. You were sent home due to lashing out very violently at the other kids, but who could blame you? They had basically killed your best friend.
• A few years later, when you were in your late teens, you learned about how Pamela ended up. Your heart broke once more. She was the only one left of his memory. You went to the camp, with roses, and placed them in the lake. But there was a figure behind you…
• You felt the steps on the dock and whipped around, seeing a large man with a bag over his head, and you had been shocked and scared initially but… you saw the man’s eye through one of the holes and your eyes shot open.
• “..J…Jason? Jason?!” you shouted, scrambling up to your feet. He dropped his hatchet he brought over to kill the intruder. It was you. It was you! He ran over to you almost tackling you, crushing you to his chest and sobbing into your shoulder. You wrapped your hands around him and cried too. He was still here. You both cried on each other for quite a while.
  
• After crying so hard and so long you both got headaches, he lead you hand in hand to his cabin. You were so happy.
• He showed you to his mother.. It was unusual, but it didn’t matter much to you he kept a shrine of her head.
• You didn’t care. You didn’t care about what his mother had did. You didn’t care about what he did. You had found him again. And you would never, never let him go.

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fanart by: @zoruui!

“Be good to him and he will be good to you.”

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“Mrs. Torrance, your husband inroduced you as Winifred. Now, are you a Winnie or a Freddy?”

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Michael Myers in october would be like:

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“Jason was my son, and today is his birthday.”

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pictures do not belong to me.

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“she always said your talent would make up for what God took away from you.”

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“he’s really being a monster again today!”

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“[…] yes, I’ve always dreamed of a little girl just like you!”

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request by:@theangelmaker

“we’re gonna be okay?” adam asked about to cry.

“I…” lawrence hesitated, breathlessly. “I wouldn’t lie to you.” adam believed, his desperate and devastated mind looking for any kind of hope condemned him.

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“He had the blackest eyes. The devil’s eyes.”

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request by: @starry-sprinkles

“It is not hands that summon us. It is desire.”

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very tempted to make a little masturbation scenario fic for each slasher (similar to what i did for brahms); would that be something y’all would like to see/read?

if this idea fails for me writing wise then i’ll resort to just masturbation hcs for them

the thought of bubba dressing in only a pink frilly apron to cook for you because he saw the idea in one of his brothers’ porn magazines is ‍

and he’s hard under the apron almost as soon as you start touching his ass <33

rough ‘n raw|michael myers

the title says it all >:3 this turned out wayy shorter than i wanted but alas we pursue

pairing(s): halloween kills!michael myers X (implied long haired!) sub!reader

warning(s): nsfw, mix between rough & soft because hot, no genitals specified for the reader, daddy kink, power and size kink for Michael, hair pulling, choking, slapping, going from missionary(?) to doggy to mating press, breeding mentions, creampie, rushed ending

MICHAELfucked you relentlessly with a hand on your throat, his other holding one of your legs in the air. He looked at you intensely behind his mask as he fucked you nearly dumb. His balls slapping against your ass the obscene squelching and skin-on-skin noises coming from his actions only aided to the heat of the moment turning the both of you on even more; not to mention the loud, obvious pants from Michael and moans, groans, and whines from you.

Your hands gripped Michael’s shoulders tightly, not sure where else to put them in the situation, as a sudden shock flooded your body from him slapping you. You moaned, a gurgle following it as he returned his burnt, three-digit hand to your neck. Michael grunted and dug his nails into the skin of your lower thigh.

“Daddy,” you choked out. You saw Michael’s face get closer to yours and lean to the side. You were quick to kiss the latex lips of his mask, it being surprisingly cold compared to the hot breath coming from between the lips and nostrils. “Turn me over, please? Please.”

In several swift movements, you had your face smashed into the pillows, your ass in the air, and Michael continuing his pace with the same force. With each thrust, you let out choppy, barely audible cries. Michael let out a strand of grunts before tangling a hand in your hair to jerk you backwards on his dick.

You were lifted off the pillows your hands instinctively went to to hold you up, your mouth falling agape in reaction to Michael shoving his cock deep inside your hole. You clenched around him. You could tell Michael was attempting to catch his breath; you felt the latex nose of his mask brush your shoulder blade before feeling the burnt material against the cheek that Michael had earlier slapped.

“I’m gonna breed you,” Michael growled. “Whether,” he thrusted between each of his words, “you want it, or not.”

You let out a defeated whimper at his words. You felt his injured hand slide down your sides, only to leave your body to hang at his side.

Michael readjusted himself on his knees before he plowed into you and groaned your name quietly. “Daddy, oh God,” you responded. The sound of your name falling from his lips was a rare but loved experience.

Whining, you looked over your shoulder, looking up prettily through your lashes at Michael; from the corner of your eye, you could see your ass and Michael’s hips moving quickly. You felt his grip tighten on your hair and felt his burned fingers touching your neck.

He turned your head to face forward, only to pull your head back with your hair and wrap his other hand around your neck again. You moaned quietly and looked at him, smiling since he was upside down from your view. Michael tilted his head slightly to the side then thrusted harder. Your eyes crossed and fluttered shut, making Michael smirk under his mask. “Pretty.”

Michael took his hands away from your hair and neck and put them on either side of your head once you’d compressed your arms under you, all the while pausing his hips. You’d buried your face in the pillows once again. Michael plunged his dick in and out of you, not bothering to start slow.

You whimpered into the fabric, your hand going to wrap around Michael’s finger. He watched your movements as he fucked you, his cock pulsing as he saw your hand compared to his; Michael was stronger than you, more powerful, he could do anything he wanted to you.

The feeling of his cock stretching and pulsing inside you was enough to make you climax. You panted and whined from sensitivity due to Michael not stopping. He wasn’t gonna stop until he came, something he always did when the two of you had sex.

Michael quickly pulled out of you and turned you onto your back before folding you practically in half in mating press, ensuring you the only reason you moved was because of his hips. He shoved his cock into with no hesitation.

“Michael,” you keened, “can you lift your mask, please? Please, daddy, I’ve been good for you. Don’t you wanna give me a kiss for being good?”

With a grunt, Michael lifted his mask enough for you to see from the tip of his nose down. He leaned down and pressed a forceful, heated kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back hungrily.

You swallowed Michael’s pants and groans as he continued the rough pace of his hips, he in return swallowing your whines and sobs. “Daddy, can I cum again? Please, please!”

“Mhm.”

You thanked Michael through your moans until you both came, not simultaneously but close in time. You panted under the older man and watched through heavy eyes as he pulled his mask back over his mouth.

The two of you watched as Michael removed his cock from your abused, opened hole. You bit your lip to hold a moan as your boyfriend’s seed started to drip onto the bed.

Michael took his non-injured hand and, without looking, wiped it onto his fingers, and plunged them into you. You cried out from surprise, overstimulation, and pleasure.

“Keep it.” He whispered violently before placing a makeshift kiss against your lips with his mask.

other slasher works.

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