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jokeringcutio · 8 months

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Ernst Toller x Reader (Witch)- Sweet Halloween (Contains smut)

AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. More stories will follow this month.

Fandom: First Reformed Pairing: Ernst Toller x Witch!Reader Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Mention of inner conflict, Pastor x Witch, Explicit Sexual Content, Slight Bondage: Ernst is tied down, Reader on top. The prompt:

Tags: @ethanhawkelover01 Witch’s Night

The dimly lit living room felt suffocating as Ernst Toller sat alone on Halloween evening. The candy bowl rested on his lap, a weighty reminder of the children who would come knocking. It felt wrong to open it, but how could he keep his door closed for the children he wanted to bring into his church? He needed to be seen as someone charitable, as someone kind, and trustworthy. Perhaps then he could save the dwindling numbers of people actually attending his services.

The doorbell rang, jolting him out of his miserable thoughts. How to solve the issue of the dwindling numbers of his flock? How to return his faith in God? He put on a cheerful face as he opened the door, handing out candy to the children dressed in their costumes. But as soon as the door closed, his smile faded. Memories of his own son and his failures weighed heavy on him, leaving him feeling hollow inside.

He wished that he could feel worthy. That, for once, he would feel the Lord’s light shine upon him.

The doorbell rang again, and Ernst hesitated. Should he open the door? He reminded himself that Halloween was just a heathen celebration. He thought about Samhain, the ancient pagan festival from which Halloween originated, and how far removed it was from his own beliefs. It only made him feel worse.

His hand hesitated, but ultimately, he decided to let the false smile grace his lips once more. Opening the door, he found another group of costumed children.

“Hi there,” he said, a smile on his lips. “Why, aren’t you looking wonderful.” He handed out candy and complimented the children on their costumes, kneeling down to their height so he could fill their buckets and bags with candy. As he slowly rose again, he watched them leave. And then, behind the departing kids, you appeared.

How long you stood there, he could not say. Only that when he caught sight of you, it took his breath away.

Ernst's eyes trailed down your shape as he took in your appearance. You were undeniably gorgeous. But there was something unsettling about your appearance.

You were dressed as a witch.

Halloween, he had to remind himself. Even adults dress up for Halloween nowadays. It meant nothing, he told himself. Yet, your eyes drew him in, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from you. For a moment, he thought you were the real deal: a sinful creature sent to tempt him.

He knew he should shut the door, but decency begged him not to. He had a reputation to maintain, even if the numbers of his church had been dwindling, even if you probably didn’t know who he was and what he did for a living.

"Excuse me," you said softly, "can I quickly use your bathroom?"

So that was why you had lingered behind, he thought. Of course, the thoughts in his mind had just been silly notions. Just because you were pretty didn’t mean you were here to tempt him.

Ernst hesitated, wary of inviting a stranger into his home—especially one dressed as a witch—but ultimately, he nodded and stepped aside, allowing you inside. "Sure," he said, trying to lighten the mood with a weak joke, "just don't cast any spells in there."

It was clear, though, that he was actually feeling tense. You caught the underlying tone and saw his clothes and the little Christian relics that adorned his walls and lay exposed upon his table.

As you walked past him, the scent of your perfume filled the air, intoxicating and dangerous. Ernst couldn't help but inhale deeply, his body betraying him as he felt a stirring deep within. Impossible. His cock started to stir deep in the confines of his pants, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to deny what he felt. You were like a forbidden temptation, impossible to resist. Why had he allowed you into his house?

Running a hand through his hair, Ernst watched as you disappeared into the bathroom. His heart raced and his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He was a pastor, a man of God. How could he find himself so drawn to a woman dressed as a witch, a symbol of heathenism and sin?

"God forgive me," he whispered, feeling the weight of his desires pressing down on him. You were beautiful, yes, but also much younger than him. He should not even think about it, should not want to crave touching you that way. But fuck, his cock hardened at the thought of having you in his hands. Of having a young thing like you moan and writhe on his cock. His own thoughts shamed him. The age gap only compounded his guilt, and yet it did little to quell the sinful thoughts beginning to invade his mind.

He tried to focus on anything else— the sound of the doorbell ringing in the distance, the wind rustling through the trees outside—but all he could think about was the way your eyes had locked onto his, the sultry curve of your lips, the seductive sway of your hips as you walked past him. And despite his best efforts, the image of your body pressed against his own relentlessly invaded his thoughts.

"Get a hold of yourself," he muttered, clenching his fists at his sides.

The doorbell rang and, swifter than before, he made his way to the door. This time, his smile was real. Handing out candy to the kids was a small reprieve from his unsolicited desires. But that distraction ended way too soon, and before he knew it, Ernst rested his head against the closed door, wishing silently that the bell would ring again.

There was a rustling sound behind him and he slowly turned to see how you emerged from the bathroom, your face flushed and your eyes sparkling with an intensity that made his knees weak.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft and sultry, sending shivers down his spine.

Ernst tried to maintain his composure, to keep some semblance of coldness in his response. "You're welcome." But his voice cracked, betraying his inner turmoil.

He took a step aside, hand on the doorknob, a clear signal that he wanted you to go. But instead of leaving, you stepped closer to him, your gaze never leaving his. Your proximity was intoxicating, and he could feel the heat radiating off your body as you leaned in, your breath warm on his cheek.

"You seem... troubled," you murmured, your hand reaching up to brush against his arm.

The touch sent jolts of electricity coursing through him, and Ernst realized that he couldn't resist you any longer. His eyes widened as he took you in once more. He wished he could have denied it, but the witch’s outfit only added to the sinful desire he felt. As if the devil’s temptation beckoned him and he, once again failing, could not resist. The temptation was too great; the allure of your sinful beauty had ensnared him, breaking down his resolve.

"Damn you," he whispered, as you took his hand and guided him back into his chair, your fingers tracing lines of fire along his skin.

"Is that what you want?" you teased, a wicked gleam in your eyes.

And as you pressed yourself against him, offering your forbidden touch, Ernst couldn't help but surrender to the darkness threatening to consume him. A dangerous and haunting desire had taken hold, and he would no longer deny it. He wanted you, craved your touch. He’d be damned if he were to let you go now that you were offering yourself to him so willingly.

As your lips met, a rush of urgency surged through both of you. His hands were upon your back, guiding you close, not allowing you to move away. Not that you would want to. You enjoyed the sweet taste of his lips.

Your kisses deepened, tongues dancing together in a battle for dominance that you quickly won. With a skillful hand, you produced a length of rope from your witch's garb and began to tie Ernst's wrists to the arms of the chair. You could see the darkened eyes as he looked up at you, the question visible in them. But he did not ask why you did it. He merely offered a small smirk and allowed you to continue tying him down until he was completely at your mercy.

"Trust me," you whispered into his ear, your breath hot and heavy as you secured the knots. His heart pounded against his chest. Oh, he trusted you all right. You felt the hot and firm bulge poking your thigh as you squirmed upon his lap. His lips parted in a gasp and his cock throbbed beneath his pants. He couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at being so vulnerable to you.

Your hands roamed over his body, teasing and tantalizing, eliciting gasps and shudders from the man beneath you. He was exceptionally attractive when he moaned, and you slowly unbuttoned his blouse, revealing the toned flesh beneath, marred with the marks of his self-inflicted penance. Each button undone was like the peeling away of layers of his faith, leaving him exposed and raw.

"Such devotion," you murmured, your fingers trailing down his chest before dipping lower, unzipping his pants with deliberate slowness. His cock strained against the fabric, eager to be free, dripping the first droplets of seed and wasting it on the fabric of his waistband. When your hand finally wrapped around it, cupping his balls, he couldn't help but moan.

"Ah... yes," he breathed, his eyes clouded with lust. You straddled him, skirts bunched up high as you positioned yourself above his throbbing member, the heat of your core already causing him to shiver with anticipation.

"Ready?" you asked, a wicked smile playing across your lips. He could only nod, lost in the spell you'd cast upon him. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you lowered yourself onto him, enveloping him in your tight, wet heat. He slid in with ease, your juices lubricating his hardened, pulsing shaft.

"God..." he groaned, the pleasure nearly overwhelming him. The chair creaked beneath you both as you began to move, rocking your hips back and forth, grinding against him. He strained against the ropes, desperate for more of your touch, more intimacy, but you held him firmly in place.

Your hips moved expertly, creating a salacious motion that had your cunt milking his cock with each move. He groaned, teeth clenched, while his hands formed into fists. He wished he could grab you, hold you. It felt so good. So terribly good. How could this not be compared to heaven?

He desperately wanted to hold you and guide your hips with his hands. But he couldn’t. And didn’t that helplessness, that powerlessness, make it all the more delicious?

You could tell he was enjoying the power that you held over him and decided to tease him some more. Bringing your arms around him in a light embrace, you made sure to roll your hips smoothly, taking him in even deeper, hitting that delicious spot deep inside of you that made you moan and writhe on his lap.

It worked. Ernst threw his head back, eyes closed.

Then, an unpleasant mutter tumbled from his lips. “I see you now, God.”

Your hips moved against his frantically, breasts brushing against his chest while you moved a hand to grasp his cheek. He easily complied when you guided his head to look at you and opened his eyes again. The silent demand was clear. His lust-blown pupils met yours.

"Remember," you panted between thrusts, "it isn't God bringing you closer…It is me.”

Your words stoked the fire within him, and he watched as your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, your body convulsing with an orgasm that rocked you to your core.

"Please..." he begged, his own climax building, threatening to overtake him. Your walls were deliciously clamping down on his cock, begging him for his cum. His balls tightened, ready to blow his load deep inside. But just as he was about to come, you lifted yourself off of his lap, and his sperm shot forth, streaking across the skirt of your witch's dress. The sight was sinful and mesmerizing all at once.

"You've been a naughty pastor," you teased, leaning over him to untie the ropes. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Your eyes darted down to see his pulsing cock. His shaft glistened with juices. Your juices. You licked your lips at the sight and watched till the last ropes of cum, till his sack had emptied and his twitching member was slowly becoming limp.

With a gentle hand, you untied the ropes that had held him bound. Then you quickly righted your skirt, tucking yourself back into decency while Ernst did the same. The air between you was thick with lingering desire and unspoken questions.

"Wh-what have I done?" Ernst's voice trembled as he buttoned his shirt, avoiding your gaze. "As a pastor, I shouldn't have...I've lost my way. I don’t even know who you are."

You tilted your head, watching him grapple with his thoughts. For a moment it felt like you lived in some sort of twisted fairy tale, where the Prince danced with Cinderella and realized that he never even asked her name. Was Ernst willing to know more about you? It felt that way.

His hands shook as he adjusted his collar, trying to regain composure. "Ernst," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. He flinched but didn't pull away.

"Your faith isn't gone, just...misguided." Your words hung in the air, heavy with truth.

"Maybe," he whispered, glancing up at you. His eyes were filled with longing and confusion. The doorbell rang, but at that moment, he leaned closer, his chapped lips parting, seeking solace in another kiss.

Your hand blocked his movement, his lips brushing gently past your fingertips instead. A look of confusion was upon his face when he looked up to see you smile. You stepped away from him, uncaring about the traces of cum visibly smeared upon your skirt. And then you opened the door for the eager trick-or-treaters outside. Their laughter and excitement were a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere behind you.

Ernst followed you to the door, his mind racing. Was this encounter a test? A punishment for his sins? Or perhaps a chance for redemption?

But then he saw your bright smile as you handed candy to the kids and felt a warmth blossom inside his chest. No, he thought determinedly. What he had done had been right. You had been right for him. The right medicine. The woman he’d been waiting for. A blessing turned into flesh.

“We’re running out,” he heard you say, and with a quick nod, turned around to fetch a new bag of sweets that he had lying on the table in the kitchen. He grabbed it, thinking hard about what he wanted to do next. His somber evening had lit up entirely. He could still feel the rope as it seared into his skin, not like fire but like the touch of a lover. To think of how he had enjoyed being at your mercy. He desperately hoped you would do it again to him. With the bag in his hands and a smile on his face, he returned to the door to find the candy bowl empty. Just like the doorstep. His smile fell.

Looking around, calling out for you, he had to conclude that you were gone. Like a phantom, leaving only the residue of your touch on his skin and the echo of your voice in his ears. His eyes traced the street filled with kids trick-and-treating, their laughter echoing through the night. A gentle twitch of his softening cock reminded him that you had definitely not been a dream. The feel of his empty balls and the slight buzz of the afterglow only confirmed that you had truly been there, not too long ago.

"Please," he whispered into the void left by your absence, "come back to me."

He hoped you would hear his plea. And perhaps, somewhere in the darkness of the night, a young witch sat on the porch of a house and heard that silent plea. And it made her smile, just like him, eager for more.

~ Fin ~

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danowh0re · 2 years

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| 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Characters; The Grabber , Jesse Wallace , Arthur Harrow , Ellison , Todd Anderson , Troy Dyer , Ernst toller , (more to come I'm just lazy to write them out)

Writing; smut , angst , fluff , and whatever else

Takin' requests :) might take a while tbh

Only writing for gn and male reader

#ethan hawke #ethan hawke x reader #ethan hawke smut #ethan hawke edits

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purplelupins · 2 years

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As of now, I am opening commissions.

Commissions status: OPEN

That being said, my rules are as follows:

— i only write female readers (i would write male as well but Its just not something I’m familiar with)

-i will only take on a maximum of 5 at a time, depending on the detail, and length of each commission request.

-if I do not feel that the request is true to the chosen character(ex. Major fluff with John Tyler…it might get fluffy but that man’s manipulative and a creep I love) then I have the choice to refuse or offer changes to the commission to better suit the character

-I can refuse any commission for whatever reason, and I will expect that the refusal will not be met with hostility and harassment.

Pricing is as follows:

$5 for 500 words

$10 for 1000 words

$20 for 2000 words

And so on…

***payment will be made through the ‘tip me’ feature here on Tumblr, and must be made when you receive the initial outline of the full fic***

The current characters I will currently write for are:

-Ray (Raymond and Ray)

-Albert Shaw (The Black Phone)

-Ernst Toller (The First Reformed)

- Lars Nystrom (Stockholm)

-Goodnight Robicheux (The Magnificent 7)

- Father Paul Hill (Midnight Mass)

-Noah Bearinger (Paper Year)

-Miles (You Cant Say No)

-Gary (Unicorn Store)

-John Tyler (Tell Me Your Secrets)

-Norman Nordstrom(Don’t breathe)

- Lalo Salamanca (Better Call Saul)

-Rorschach/Walter Kovacs (Watchmen)

What I will write:

-Fluff

-Hurt/comfort

-Smut (kinks I will write for are bondage, cnc, non-con, dom/sub, stalking, breeding, light daddy, somnophilia, sadism, praise, humiliation, nipple play, innocence kink ) ***if you have a kink not listed, ask anyway because I might have forgotten some***

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.

#nora speaks #comissions #albert shaw #ernst toller #father Paul hill #Lars Nystrom #ethan hawke #hamish linklater #john tyler #cardinal copia #papa emeritus #the grabber #rorschach #walter kovacs

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skibasyndrome · 6 months

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4, 5, 9 for the book ask (hope i remembered the right numbers), plus one YOU choose 🥰💖💖💖

Thank you so much for asking @darktwistedgenderplural 🥰🥰🥰

4. Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

So Peter Handke is definitely someone who I enjoyed to my own surprise, but since he's got some terrible, terrible political opinion I'd say I'll hold out on getting more into his works until Death or the Author has actually happened, lol. And now that I've thought more about it maybe Amélie Nothomb? I read two of her novels this year and really enjoyed them, and I think I'd love to read more from her in the future! And I saw an interview where she talked about her writing process which is very different to most other authors whose processes I know about, so that was definitely intriguing as well. She talks about it in this video if anyone is interested (and understands French).

5. What genre did you read the most of?

Okay, this is actually surprisingly difficult to reply to lmao. I mean, if I want to simplify it, I'd say classics? Specifically, French and German classics (and more of them were German than French). If I wanna be more precise: early 20th century German expressionist works (Ernst Toller, my beloved, is a good example for that haha)

9. Did you get into any new genres?

Well if we're sticking to published books only: I diiiid read RWRB, which was somewhat new to me, but I'm not so sure if I'll read more stuff like that in the future (and the reason why is linked to my next point). But if we're not sticking to published books only (and if I once again drastically simplify the term "genre" to fit what I wanna say, lol, sorry): YES! OMG! Fanfic, sweet fanfic. New in the sense that I hadn't read fanfic in an obscenely long time before coming back to it, but still. God, I love fanfic. And that is DEFINITELY something I'm sticking with. (And the fanfics I've read so far have been light years better than the 3 mlm romance books I've read this year, so... yeah).

And for the one I choose myself:

12. Any books that disappointed you?

Soooo, I don't usually get disappointed by books a lot just because I try to always keep in mind that certain books just have different goals and idk. I can't like expect to find a philosophical examination of the human condition in the same place as smut (and both are EQUALLY amazing reasons to write a book, just to make that clear) and so I try to kind of adapt my expectations to the book I'm about to read, butttt the disappointment I got was kind of... idk, almost my own fault lmao. So after my first few binges of YR I of course wanted MORE of that and so naturally I googled "books to read after watching YR" and after combing through lots of suggestions that already seemed like they wouldn't quite hit those points that I wanted a book-similar-to-YR to hit I found these two books, His Royal Secret and His Royal Favorite by Lilah Pace and like... yeah, I was absolutely bound to find them disappointing by thinking they were gonna be similar to YR.

Thanks so much again!!!

Send me an end-of-year-book-ask

#darktwistedgenderplural #answered #hope this wasn't all too ramblyyy #book ask

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c0ffinshit · 1 year

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✬ FAQ ✬

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here is a list of questions i get asked a lot by fans and people in my real life about my writing.

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Q: Who Do You Write For?

A: i write for a lot of characters, mostly for american actor ethan hawke including: ernst toller, the grabber, james sandin, edward dalton, tucker crowe, todd anderson, ellison oswalt.

but i do write to write for other characters! you can check my master list for some other characters i’ve written for previously.

some that i haven’t written for but i wanna real bad are roman debeers from party down, steve harrington from stranger things (along with robin as well), lorne malvo from the fargo tv series, eric knox from the 2000 charlie's angels movie, and some characters from succession (kendall and roman). so, if you have any requests for any charcters i’ve listed, then send them in!

Q: Are Your Request Open?

A: currently, my request are open. but always check back there if that changes.

Q: What Is Your Favorite Work You Have Posted?

A: i love my latest fic “I Can See You” but also “Then I Saw Her” is a very close second.

Q: Do You Only Write Romance And Smut?

A: technically, no. i write a lot of things, even some original western work that i don’t plan on uploading on here. but if enough people ask, i’ll upload my non-fanfic work.

Q: Are You Accepting Tips?

A: currently, no. but check back here if that changes (but don’t worry, i’ll make a post about it if i ever do).

Q: Then If You Aren’t Accepting Tips, How Can I Support You?

A: well, reblogging and liking my posts is a huge help to a small writer like myself. but you can follow my other social medias so you can see updates and my silly shitposts.

Q: What Other Social Medias Do You Have So I Can Ask For Requests Without Using Tumblr/Support You And Your Writing?

A: you can always message me on tumblr. my other social is my tiktok, which is just my edit account. and i got rid of my twitter forever ago but now i have a threads you can follow to actually find updates on your fav upcoming projects.

tiktok: occtaika

threads: c0ffinshit

Q: What Else Did You Write That’s Not On Tumblr?

A: yes i have! warning tho, none of them are good since some of them i haven’t updated since last year or even later lol.

late night wonders : larry johnson x reader (sally face)

but in his arms, i could forget : greg x sexworker!reader (succession)

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i hope i answered all of your hard-pressing questions, check out my introduction post for other information not including !! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ bye bye

love thy neighbor and treat each other with kindness!

#occtaika answers #fanfic #writer things #writers on tumblr #faq

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wayward-persephone · 2 years

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Imagine Ernst toller leaving the church and then finding spirituality in your body instead omfg

So much body worship 😩 and cock warming...

Would spend all day if you let him kissing and touching your body, lavishing every inch of your skin with affection, and he has spent hours between your thighs. Licking and sucking at you, fucking you so gently and lovingly with his tongue and fingers as you cry out for him, and would stare up at you with pure adoration and love.

Would also want to stay buried inside you all the time. You're curled up with him on the couch about to watch a movie and he's already pulling down your pants and getting as deep inside you as possible and then shushing you tenderly when you beg him to fuck you. He just wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your hair, and he stays completely still while you eventually calm down. You probably even wake up in the middle of the night to him suddenly deep inside you as he sleeps soundly.

#Ernst Toller #First Reformed #Ernst Toller headcanons #Ernst Toller x Reader #Ernst Toller smut #First Reformed headcanons #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Ethan Hawke headcanons #Persephone answers

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wayward-persephone · 2 years

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Hey! Ok what if Ernst Toller burned his diary and then decided to just indulge in alcohol (and the reader🥴) for one night because he's super lonely (you can write literally anything I'm desperate for some First Reformed stuff ahhhhhh)

I see him pretty much acting like this.

I can see him just shamelessly enjoying you.

Allowing himself to savor every inch of you and relishing in the way you cry out his name and cling to him. Would stare in rapt fascination as he fucks you, staring at where your body is greedily sucking him in, and he wouldn't be able to stop telling you how pretty and perfect you are to him. Probably use this opportunity to try out a few positions he has fantasied about and alternates between worshiping your body and fucking all his negative emotions into you roughly until you are sobbing on his cock.

Then he would go back to pressing kisses all over your body and cuddling you.

#Ernst Toller #First Reformed #Ernst Toller headcanons #First Reformed headcanons #Ernst Toller x Reader #Ernst Toller smut #First Reformed smut #First Reformed x Reader #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Ethan Hawke smut #Ethan Hawke headcanons #Persephone answers

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wayward-persephone · 2 years

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Talking to my lovely friend @purplelupins about this dream I had about being forced to do porn because ✨Money Issues✨ and my costar was Goodnight Robicheaux in all his cowboy glory 🥴

And now I can't stop thinking about all of Ethan Hawke's characters in their respective "roles" as porn actors and you as the new actress getting fucked until you cry 😌

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jokeringcutio · 7 months

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WE NEED MORE ALBERT SHAW X FEM READER FICS ‼️ ethan hawke just hits diff

YES! See my Grabber x Reader fic Masterlist below this text (: I have attributed a few to the fandom by popular demand. And there's a Reader having her Period Request Fill coming up right after Halloween. So keep an eye on my Tumblr if this takes your fancy. There are more prompts pending. I also write for other Ethan characters. I have quite a few fills for Moon Knight's Arthur Harrow, and my very first Ernst Toller fill for the Halloween prompts is online. Send me more, I would love it.

MASTERLIST BLACK PHONE

The Black Phone (2022) Albert Shaw / The Grabber: Stories: *~* The Chance to make a Change (Grabber x Reader) When you end up in front of the Grabber’s house, you decide to take matters into your own hands and stop Albert Shaw from kidnapping and murdering these innocent boys like he does in the movie. You have good intentions. But will you succeed? (Rating Explicit, Lots of warnings and tags such as odler man/younger woman, age difference, size difference, rape/noncon, violence, dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, major character death, etc) *~* The Gift (Grabber x Reader) Your curiosity got the better of you (Mature, though not overtly explicit, kidnapping, older man/younger woman). *~* A Gift for his Gift - Albert Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ] (Explicit, Dub/noncon elements/can be seen as a continuation of ‘the gift’). *~* TEARS - Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Kidnapped!Reader (Explicit, lots of warnings, Dacryphilia, Daddy Kink, Non-con elements). Reader hasn't succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome yet. *~* HALLOWEEN DECORATION – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Explicit) Reader is Albert's coworker. *~* TRICK OR TREAT – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Teen, No Warnings except perhaps dark undertones? But overall quite innocent). Reader rings Albert's doorbell to trick-or-treat.

Drabble: *~* Grabber Finds a Plushie, Yellow Bunny in your backpack, NC-17 due to themes. *~* A warm spring day in the garden with your family (implied kidnapping) * ~* You’re kidnapped and have insomnia (Smut), Explicit, Non-con warning. *~* You’re kidnapped and have amnesia [ Part 1 ], Mature. [ Part 2 ] *~* You’re his new neighbor and meet him when Samson enters your garden. Sweet, light drabble, bit of flirting, Rating: Teen. *~* The Grabber returns for you after you escaped him. Modern AU. Mature. Imagine: *~* Albert Shaw x (Teacher afab) Reader - Search Party

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker

Drabbles:

The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men. Bumping into Albert on way to date with Arthur, Rating: Teen.

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