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killinfate · 5 months
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MORNINGS. (spoilers)
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MIKE SCHMIDT X READER
— AFTER THE INTERESTING EXPERIENCE AT FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZERIA, MIKE’S LIFE WAS COMING TOGETHER.
Mike’s younger sister Abby remained in his custody, William was dead, Vanessa was receiving treatment in hospital, his mind was no longer plagued with the same repetitive nightmare and he’d finally gotten another job with no hiccups so far. He’d also got you.
You stayed over frequently and Abby adored you. You originally began as her babysitter, living conveniently next door. Mike asked you to babysit her and the two of you grew closer from then on yet there was attraction evident between each interaction. It was only until Mike’s experience at the pizzeria was when he finally spoke upon his interest in you, his near death experience making him more decisive and slightly more confident than he was before.
Luckily, this new job required no night shifts. However, he did have to wake early.
The alarm clock chimed at 6 o,clock sharp and he groaned, reaching over to the alarm clock to turn it off with his free arm, the other arm firmly wrapped around you.
He sighed before bringing his head back down to rest against the pillow and hold you closer, wrapping both his arms around you now. One of your legs rested over his waist and your arms rested loosely at his sides. Mike never pictured himself in love or to find it; never finding himself social enough to do so. You were his neighbour and he was obligated to be friendly to you in a sense but to develop a relationship with you was completely different.
He slowly opened his eyes, his hand coming to caress your hair. Your brows furrowed and your eyes remained closed, slightly annoyed he’d woken you up.
“Just because you’re in work early doesn’t mean I am.” You mumbled. A quiet laugh left Mike’s lips and his eyes widened slightly. “Damn, didn’t think you’d be that grumpy about it.” He replied, his voice slightly hoarse and sleepy.
“I wanted to say bye before I go.” Mike tells you, waiting for your eyes to open.
“Well goodbye.” You groan, turning over and leaving Mike’s embrace, your back now facing him. He sighed before wrapping his arm around your waist once more and laying closer to you. He sat up a little, enough to lean over and press a tender kiss behind your ear and neck. For someone who had lacked in relationships and physical touch he surely knew how to show affection.
“That was a shitty goodbye.” He tells you and a smile graces your lips at the disappointment evident in his voice.
“Come on.” He tugged at your shoulder lightly. You turned over and now lay on your back. Your eyes opened and met Mike’s deep brown ones. He was propped up on his arms, leaning slightly over you.
He looked to you, a soft smile on his lips before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes closed once more slowly and your hands came to caress his face, your fingers gently running over his cheeks. His hand brushed past the shirt you wore, coming to rest on your waist and his thumb traced circles into your skin.
The two of you kissed for a while, your lips kissing every inch of his; it’s what he craved every morning. Reluctantly, Mike pulled away from the kiss and leaned back to look at you.
“I love you.” He told you quietly. It’d taken him a while to say and he still didn’t feel entirely comfortable saying it but he wanted you to know he meant it.
“I love you too, but you’re gonna be late.” You say with a laugh. Mike averts his gaze to the clock and sighs before leaning down and giving you one more quick chaste kiss.
“Alright, alright. Remember Abby’s—“ you finished his sentence, knowing the usual routine. “—Abby’s lunch and she needs to be at school by eight thirty, I know.”
You usually looked after Abby in the mornings and whenever you could which helped Mike a lot and he appreciated you for it. “Thank you.” He tells you, giving your waist a light squeeze before letting go of it and getting out of bed.
He got dressed and you curled up in bed once more, shutting your eyes and turning away from the window where light streamed through the curtains. Mike looked back at you and walked over, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your forehead and cheek.
He loved you so much.
“Okay bye.” He whispered, watching a smile form on your lips after he kissed you. He smiled himself at the sight of you before leaving the room, longing for the weekend where he didn’t have to set any alarm and could remain in bed with you.
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plus-size-reader · 5 months
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Sweetheart
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Horrorfest 2023
Charlie Walker x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 2658 words
Warnings: none really. Just a little horror talk.
At the request of @armyangxls Hope you enjoy it love!
Summary: Inviting Charlie over when the murders start so you don't have to be alone.
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You had always loved a night in.
Whether it was a cozy night spent snuggled up with a blanket and a good book, or a new release of a gory slasher you’d been anxiously waiting to get your hands on, it felt like there was nothing better in the world than being home. 
…but you had to admit that there was one thing that topped even your favorite at-home activity. 
Cinema Club. 
Which, while admittedly only being adjacent to what you’d be doing anyway, did offer the occasional change of scenery that you grew to greatly appreciate. ‘
The Woodsboro High School Cinema Club was the one place in the world where the film geeks and creatives at your school could come together to co-exist, which had been more than enough to draw you in. 
You had always loved movies as a means of expression and any opportunity to talk about them with people who enjoyed them just as much was too good to pass up. 
That wasn’t what really sealed the deal for you though. 
What kept you coming back to that mismatched group of nerds was the underbelly of Cinema Club, comprised of all the horror fanatics and true crime junkies of Woodsboro, who came to get together and discuss some of their favorite aspects of the genre. 
In a town so famous for its own serial killer, there was little open discussion about any aspect, which had never sat right with you.
After all, everyone on planet Earth had seen at least one of the “Stab” films, and still, most of Woodsboro’s residents actively chose to live in a delusion. 
That was what made Cinema Club so compelling, and its president along with it. 
Charlie Walker, or the King of the Freaks as you’d taken to calling him in the comfort of your own mind, was a huge film buff and one of the only people whose love of horror seemed to rival your own. 
He was clever and had a lot of interesting theories about a lot of different things, the Stab franchise and the events that inspired it chief among them. In fact, in the years you’d been attending his club, you’d 
spent several evenings heatedly debating over which slasher was the best or which classic horror trope you’d choose given the option. 
In a lot of ways, he was one of the only people you felt seen by in that way, and eventually, you formed quite an attachment to the man, even if you’d never acted on it. 
Maybe that was why you’d called him. 
It had really come out of left field, and you had never reached out to him before in your life outside of occasionally asking him about a point of contention within the horror community or to get his opinion on something.
You couldn’t even say that you were friends, but that didn’t change the fact that when you got the news that someone wearing a Ghostface mask was running around cutting people up, your first thought had been of Charlie.
It was only natural. 
You were going to be home all night long by yourself, and while that was normally your idea of a fantastic night, it seemed foolish to be alone like a sitting duck all night, hoping you wouldn’t run into a killer. 
After all, Ghostface was a legend around this town and you weren’t about to underestimate what someone could be capable of once they put on that mask.
It seemed right to be afraid, at first. 
Though, now that you were sitting in the dark waiting for Charlie to show up, you were starting to doubt yourself. Would he think you were a huge loser for bothering him over something so arbitrary? Was he doing something when you called? 
If he were, you figured he would have turned you down instead of telling you he’d be at your house in fifteen, but that didn’t mean he didn’t think you were lame. 
God, you were lame, weren’t you? 
You started to sigh, debating whether or not you should just call Charlie and tell him not to bother, but you didn’t get the chance before a loud banging on your front door nearly sent you flying out of your seat. 
Your first instinct was to grab a kitchen knife and take it with you, sort of like how Casey’s character had in the opening scene of the first stab, but you quickly abandoned that idea. 
It hadn’t helped her, and you were sure it wouldn’t prove any more useful for you now. 
“Charlie? Is that you?” you called out, letting your careful footsteps carry you toward the door, without bothering to turn on a light. If it wasn’t him, you didn’t need whoever was out there knowing exactly where you were. 
Briefly, you felt a flash of heat wash over you at how embarrassing this would be if it was Charlie at the door, only to once again have that ice prick at your spine at the even worse possibility that he hadn’t left his house yet. 
What would you do if this was the killer at your door? If you opened it and found that haunting face staring back at you in the pitch dark?
You weren’t sure. 
“You alive in there, sweetheart? I brought popcorn”
All at once, relief flooded you as you took in the voice through the door. It was muffled, sure, but even if you weren’t entirely sure it was Charlie waiting for you, you were confident Ghostface didn’t use pet names like that on his victims. 
“Yeah, I’m good” you assured, pulling open the door to find none other than Charlie Walker standing there, that brown mop of hair falling in his face as he turned to meet your face. 
You weren’t entirely sure what he’d been watching out by the street, but in all honesty, you didn’t even question it. You were so glad to not be alone, especially after that scare, you weren’t even sure you’d processed it, even if he told you.
Proven further when he grinned at you like you’d missed something important. 
“I said, can I come in? I don’t think it’s safe to spend all night in the open doorway” Charlie hummed, making it clear that he was teasing you, which you nearly bristled at. Perhaps, if he’d been anyone else, you would have. 
That was the thing about Charlie though, even when he was poking fun at you, it never felt mean-spirited or cruel, and you appreciated that. 
You had always been a little hard to get to know, and even harder to get along with, but he didn’t even bat an eye at your slightly more reserved nature or casual obsession with grisly crimes and imagery. 
He never made you feel bad, or less than you were. 
“Sure. Come on in,” you suggested finally, taking a brief beat to collect yourself from the very hectic last 2 minutes. 
“Sorry, I feel like this is super weird. I just didn’t want to be alone tonight” you tried, hoping that sounded less pathetic out loud than it did when it reached your ears. 
It would be a lie to say that you’d never thought about having Charlie over, but never had it been under these circumstances, and never had it been this awkward. 
He must have thought you were a freak. 
“No worries. I was just going to spend it with Robbie and trust me, you’re much better company” he assured, watching casually as you closed and latched your front door and turned back to him, visibly relieved. 
He was telling you the truth. 
Given the choice, he would most certainly like to spend time with a pretty girl over the same guy he’d been attached to since grade school. After all, you’d made it clear when you called that you didn’t want to be alone. 
,,,and that you needed someone to look after you. 
Charlie was more than happy to be that someone, and he could protect you if he had to, especially from Ghostface.
“I don’t know about that. Robbie seems like a pretty good time” you countered, trying to joke back with him without it being weird, though he didn’t bother to respond to that. Instead, he followed you into your living room and helped himself to your couch. 
When you’d invited him over, you hadn’t really considered what you’d do to pass the time, but given the pretense for how you knew one another, and the Jiffy pop Charlie had brought, it didn’t seem too far off to put in a movie. 
“I was thinking about watching Stab 2 before I called you,” you prompted, assuming that Charlie would either agree or disagree rather quickly after the suggestion. 
You knew the President of Cinema Club to be a lot of things, but soft-spoken had never been one of them. 
“Sounds good to me”  
This room was one you’d set foot in at least once every day for most of your life, but it wasn’t the warm, inviting space it normally was, at least not with Charlie present. Under his watchful eye, you almost felt as if the air itself was popping with energy.
However, when you once again peeked at him and took in his composure, you realized that nervous energy was actually just buzzing under your skin. 
“The kill in the opening scene of this one is one of my favorite of the franchise. I think the practical effects are so well done,” you hummed, relaxing only slightly as the welcoming score to Stab 2 filled your ears.
The title screen flashed in black and green, a few choppy chase scenes from the middle of the movie playing on repeat while the music blared, and you ate it up just like you did every time. 
It was probably one of your favorite movies of all time, and without even thinking, you sat down next to Charlie, though you kept distance both between your bodies and between you and the back of the couch. 
“The gore in the first movie was more experimental, but I think by this one, they were more confident and knew just how far they could take all the body horror” 
Charlie hummed again, listening to you as you talked with more enthusiasm than he’d ever seen from you during club meetings. 
You participated in discussions, of course, but it was always  more muted and careful. Like, you were constantly worried someone would think you took it too far or crossed some line you weren’t sure existed. 
It was nice to watch you drop all the pretence for once and just enjoy something that clearly meant a lot to the both of you. 
“But, did you know that guy actually burst an eardrum getting stabbed like that, even with a prop knife?” he spoke up, pointing out one of his own fun facts. 
You didn’t, but you could believe it. 
The force that had to go behind something like that, even when it wasn’t real, had to be super intense and you couldn’t imagine being on the receiving end of it, something you apparently said out loud, given Charlie’s face. 
“I don’t know. It might not be that bad, it would take forever though” he allowed, further shocking you as you processed both what he’d said and the fact that you’d accidentally just been way weirder than you’d meant to. 
You stopped, abandoning the movie fully now and turning to face where he’d been sitting, watching your reactions more than the movie itself. 
“What would take forever? Getting stabbed?” you questioned, only partially aware of what you may have asked him in your adrenaline-fueled haze. You couldn’t imagine it took too long from start to finish if you were being honest. 
Charlie scoffed, though it was more of a laugh than anything concrete or mocking, “No, bleeding out from a wound like that. It would take way longer than you’d think” he explained, with a casual shrug. 
You believed him. 
This wouldn’t be the first time he’d shared a strange or unexpected fact with you about something like that, and you certainly didn’t want to question him. Though, you did find yourself glancing toward the door and windows absently. 
When you two had discussed this before, it was always in a well-lit room full of people, but this was much more intimate…and ominous. 
After all, someone had just been stabbed to death yesterday in their home, and you didn’t like the idea of just how long it had taken them to bleed out. 
“Sorry. That’s in bad taste, huh?” Charlie tried, finding the joy he’d gotten from watching you excited coldly replaced with your discomfort, or fear, more likely. “Don’t worry, I got you” he assured, his gaze shifting from the side of your face to your hand.
You were holding the couch cushion lightly in your fist, almost as if it would keep you safe, and that just wouldn’t do. 
Not while he was right here, waiting to comfort you. 
“Nobody’s gonna get you” His words were soft, near a whisper as he focused on gathering his courage and finally made his move, reaching out to take your hand in his own. 
The action made you shift, and rather than falling off the edge of the couch onto the floor, you leaned back, closer to where Charlie was already situated. 
“I just can’t imagine what that’s like” you allowed, steeling your own nerves and meeting his eyes, which subsequently sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies into your gut. 
The topic was grim, and you both knew that, but for such a nasty conversation, you were feeling anything but disturbed. It would have been hard to be, with him looking at you like that, his thumb stroking your wrist gently. 
“You are never going to find out. I can promise you that” Charlie spoke again, more earnest now than you ever could have predicted.
It wasn’t something he could promise, you knew that, but that didn’t make it any less reassuring. 
“Charlie?” 
He hummed, never breaking eye contact with you, not even shifting even as you blinked away, your gaze flicking momentarily to the third death scene playing out on screen.
“This seems like a pretty good time to mention that I have a little bit of a crush on you” you mentally cursed yourself for how small you sounded, but not for long before you had to confront the feeling of Charlie’s mouth against your own in a bruising kiss. 
He had been waiting with bated breath to see which one of you would get the chance to confess first, and while he didn’t think it would be you, he couldn’t be happier regardless. 
The kiss lasted for quite some time, with Charlie only pulling away just long enough to fully close the gap you’d been keeping between your bodies this entire time.
“I’m so glad you called me” he whispered, one of his hands coming to rest on your jaw to keep you close while the other played gently at your fingers. 
You heard yourself let out a dreamy sort of sigh in reply, but you were far too caught up in what you were feeling to really process it. So, rather than dwell on it, you just nodded softly, “I’m so glad you came” 
“I’ll always be here when you need me, sweetheart. Don’t worry about a thing” he cooed, saying each word with the depth and sincerity as a vow, and the intensity that only Charlie Walker could pooling in those blue eyes. 
..and the thing was, you believed every word.
Even on this couch, in the dead of night, in the heart of Woodsboro, you felt completely at ease because who could really get to you when someone looked at you like that? 
Nobody hiding behind a mask, that was for sure. 
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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 months
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Hello, there! I would like to request a Jennifer Check x reader, please? Some fluff, please? Thank you.
oh, absolutely! hope you like what I came up with <3
Clothing Troubles (Jennifer Check x reader)
Warnings: Jen's a clothing hoarder, mild and brief swearing, this is actually really sappy and sweet
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"How can you have so many outfits and yet still find nothing to wear?" You asked while sitting on Jennifer's bed, watching her going through her dresser drawers looking for something to wear for the date you were taking her on.
It was nothing fancy, just a simple movie, but naturally her being the drama queen she was she needed to blow even the smallest of a circumstance way out of proportion.
"How can you have so many outfits and yet I'm constantly seeing you wear the same old sneakers and ratty hoodie?" She shot back, clearly frustrated.
You held up your hands in defense. "Hey, it was just a simple question, not an attack on your character."
She gave you a glare before shutting the drawer and moving on to the closet. "This is ridiculous," she said with a frown.
You let out a sigh, hating to see her so upset. "Look, I know it's important to you that you always look and feel the absolute best, but I think you're perfect just the way you are, okay?"
She scoffed at you, rolling her eyes. "Oh, of course you would say that."
"Jen, I'm serious." You got off the bed and made your way over to her. "I always think you end up looking incredible. Hell, I think you look amazing right now."
She pretended to be ignoring you, even though she really wasn't. "...go on," she said after a moment's pause.
"I think you're so beautiful," you continued, "and funny, even if you do have a really twisted sense of humor, and I think you're the focus point of every room you walk into."
"You're wrong," Jennifer corrected, finally paying you some attention. "I am the focus point."
"See? So you shouldn't stress so much." You take one of her hands in yours and press a light kiss to her knuckles.
"Oh my god, you are such a sap." Even if she was acting like she was annoyed with you, you knew what you said had affected her, and that she really did care. "Fine, I'll just find something random and throw it on. But if we run into anyone important while we're out, I'm going to be so pissed off."
"More important than you? Never."
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doomh3ad · 2 years
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Hiiii ok so I fell in love with the post about slashers with an s/o who gets really giggly and flustered with physical affection and Patrick’s section drove me nuts. Can you maybe write about him doing that in public and getting a kick out of watching his s/o please? Thank you so much I really am in love with your writing <3
aaa you're so lovely thank you! ofc hope u enjoy <3 i write patrick so out of character but it's because i love him he's my babygirl
patrick bateman fluff
Patrick never thought he'd get joy out of someone else's. And yet, here you are, and you're giggling quietly because even though you're in a secluded corner of the restaurant, even though he'd booked it privately so you'd practically be the only two there, you're still shy.
There's something magnetic about you, it draws everyone in, including him. It shows in the way the few other patrons' eyes dart to you when you make any kind of reaction, the way they glare jealously at his arm around your waist. But you're all his, looking up at him with those sparkling eyes from your position, your head resting on his shoulder and body curled into his side.
When he glances down at you, Patrick realises that he can love, because there's no other way to describe that euphoria from him noticing how your cheeks heat up at even the slightest of touches.
This must be love, because Patrick lets you wrinkle his suits with your cuddles and he holds your hand in public, stroking a thumb over yours, smiling at how you hide your face in his chest, and he feels upset when you are and indignant on your behalf and he thinks that if anyone were to hurt you he'd have to burn the whole world to ashes to prevent it ever happening again.
For now, Patrick just holds you closer, and waves the waiter off when he comes near. He refuses to let anything interrupt this quiet moment with you.
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mothmanwife · 1 year
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Imagining giving some slashers a massage.. (nsfw mention)
•Michael Myers- I imagine he would not ask for one but if you started to touch him and start massaging him he’d let you continue. I think he would be still as a rock but wouldn’t relax enough for it to be at max effectiveness but he still enjoys it. (Otherwise he wouldn’t let you do it). Doesn’t make any noise (shocker) but sometimes you can hear his breath slow into a more relaxed rhythm. He would be tense just because he’s always alert and doesn’t like to be vulnerable. Mostly likely won’t do any for you in return, sorry. His favorite places for you to massage would be his shoulders and back.
•Bubba Sawyer- You might offer him for a massage once after a hard day and now hes hooked. Might not always ask first but will be very ecstatic about it. He views it as a great intimate bonding time and will most likely offer to return the favor! He might also easily get flustered by your touch and make moaning noises, maybe even popping a boner. Might get embarrassed at first and be a little squirmy. He will relax his muscles enough for you to do a deep massage if you tell him to, though. Doesn’t have any favorite areas, he enjoys it all.
•Bo Sinclair- He doesn’t admit it at first but he LOVES massages. Hell once you start doing it more, he’ll start bugging you about it saying he needs a massage since he worked his ass off today. It’s one of the few times he’ll be fully vulnerable. He’ll be a bit tense at first but once you start rubbing his skin he melts in your hands. He definitely will ask for the massage to turn sexual. Tries not to make noise but occasionally will release a soft groan or ‘fuck’. May occasionally offer to give you one in return but mostly with the intent of it becoming sexual. His favorite areas to be massaged would probably be his thighs and lower back.
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Here you go anon! Sorry I took so long. Also I don't know much about college since I am not in one so correct me if I make any mistakes. Enjoy!
yandere NBC Hannibal x reader
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You were the sister of a patient who usually went to Hannibal, although you rarely came to be there for your brother since college was busy, the first you did Hannibal felt like there were fireworks exploding when he saw you.
He tries to woo you with gifts and present and occasionally the things you had your mind on for a while he definitely didn't stalk you.
But all of them seemed to go down the drain since you just smile sweetly at him say a small thank and go back to work.
So he tries to take you out on dinner but you almost always replied with "sorry! I'm busy with college."
This was starting to frustrate him so he just did what he intended to do in the first place, kidnap you.
Of couse he was aware how your aspect of him will change into, but it's okay since he is going to make you love him, so bare with him for a while! <3
Gifting you constantly won't change. It's a way of saying your life with him will be great. Oh and not to mention he'll feed you with the most delicious food you've ever tasted in your life, (he won't feed you normal meat though). Well that is if you actually eat it without thinking he spiked it or something.
"Why won't you eat? You're already here with me I don't need to drug you." He'll get quite upset if you refuse to eat what he made for you.
And he'll also need to see you at all times or atleast make noises so he knows you're there. If you and him just gotten into a relationship and you're out of his line of sight for more than 10 seconds he'll panic. If your relationship with him is longer and you had been very obedient he'll just simply look for you.
Your life with him is going great if you're collaborate with him that is.
Will also *sniff* *sniff* you 24/7, because one, he loves how you smell and two he wants to look out for any upcoming illness.
Leaving you alone when he has a client isn't an option, ask for help to them and they'll become dinner. He has eyes. He'll smile and so innocently introduce you as his girlfriend/wife.*blinks cutely*
He'll try his best to be someone you love and know and reply on. Not some random psychiatrist who kidnapped you and claiming he loves you.
Oh and it will not end well if you tried to escape, if you were naughty he'll be hurt and disappointed. After all he's done for you, you still act like this. But if you were nice he'll keep his calm poker face but inside he's raging and heart broken. He thought he had you. Why would you do this to him y/n?
He'll lock you up in either scenario although your cries and sorry's will make him feel bad but he has to do what he has to do.
You loves you to no end and won't trade you for the world. 💓
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I still haven't finished Hannibal LOL. Also sorry for it being short. (I made a mistake on woo)
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alienguts · 1 year
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Hail to the Queen (Ash Williams x f!Reader)
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Summary: Ash loves being on his knees for Y/N.
Warnings: NSFW, body worship, cunnilingus, floor sex, switch!Ash 🔞
Request?: No
A/N: MSub isn’t my thing but I felt like giving it a try and it turned into both Ash and Y/N being switches! Also, Ash is very passionate about eating pussy and I won’t hear otherwise.
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Ash always considered himself to be a dominant lover, but there was just one thing that made him switch: being on his knees for Y/N. He didn’t know what it was, but something about her just made him want to drop to the floor and bury his face between her thighs. He always told her that she was good enough to eat and he was more than willing to put his money where his mouth was, literally.
Y/N couldn’t complain about Ash’s desire to please her. She was grateful that he was so generous and had many boyfriends in the past who thought that doing it was beneath them or gross. Merely the thought of him using his mouth on any part of her body excited her. 
Ash always called her his princess, but when he was between her legs, she was a queen.
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The old armchair in the corner of Y/N’s living room wasn’t her first choice of seating, but it always came in handy whenever she and Ash wanted to be particularly close. She’d lost track of how long she’d been kissing him, her lips swollen and tingling as they caressed his, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her and drinking her in.
Her top and bra had been tossed aside long ago, her breasts free for him to caress and fondle as she desperately rutted her hips against him, the chair creaking as it shuffled against the floorboards. She whined against his mouth as he touched her and moved his hand to her waist.
“Please,” Ash whispered between kisses, letting his fingers drift between her legs.
“What do you want, baby?” Y/N asked, her voice husky and teasing. Her breath hitched when he started to move his fingers in circles, rubbing her clit through her clothes.
“I want to taste you,” he said, flicking his tongue against her upper lip.
Y/N immediately broke away from him and stood up between his legs before playing his hands back on her hips.
“You know what to do,” she said.
Ash hooked his fingers into the waistbands of both her pants and her panties, feeling her soft skin before pulling her bottoms down all the way to the floor. She stepped out of them as Ash got out of the chair and guided her to sit, her hips angled up. 
He kneeled down in front of her and spread her legs wide before stilling, gazing at her exposed cunt with lust-filled eyes. He let out a shuddering breath as a drop of her arousal dripped out of her pussy before immediately diving in and catching it with his tongue.
“Fuck baby,” he drawled. “You’re so sweet.”
Slowly, Ash dragged his flattened tongue through her slick folds, gathering all of her arousal and flicking it against her clit once he’d reached it. His movements alternated between licking, kissing, and sucking her sensitive skin as he warmed her up, making her wetter and wetter.
“You’re good at that,” Y/N moaned. “Good boy.”
Ash thought he was already hard when he started worshipping her, but hearing her praise him made him so hard he thought he was going to burst out of his pants. The urge to unzip his pants to stroke his cock was strong, but he fought it off by hooking his arms under Y/N’s legs and caressing her stomach, his hands slowly drifting up to play with her breasts again. She laid her hands over his and guided him to squeeze and play with her nipples as she rocked her hips into his face.
He never ate her like he was starved, he always wanted to take his time with her; to make her squirm and writhe as he made her steadily gush onto his tongue and slowly bring her to a climax so powerful she wrapped her legs around his neck. Being suffocated by pussy wouldn’t be a bad way to go out, but then he wouldn’t be able to do it anymore.
Y/N was so lost in the pleasure Ash was giving to her that she felt like she was floating away on a cloud or like she’d been dipped in warm water. She let out soft sighs and moans as she tangled her fingers in his dark hair, alternating between scratching his scalp, stroking his hair, and pulling softly whenever she felt a stronger pang of pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he moaned into her. “I could do this all night.”
She whined at the feeling of his voice vibrating throughout her body and pushed his face further into her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
Ash briefly flicked his eyes up to take in the sight above him: Y/N desperate and panting, her lower lip swollen from being kissed and bitten so much, her brows furrowed, and a light sheen of sweat on her chest. She looked irresistible and it only spurred him on further, speeding up his movements, his licks becoming more frequent and his sucks more harsh.
Y/N’s breathing picked up as fire spread through her body, every nerve standing on edge to prepare for the burst that was about to course through her. She tightened her grip on Ash’s hair and begged him to make her cum, reciting it over and over as if it was a mantra.
Her body finally went rigid, her back arching harshly when her nerves ignited, as if they were a million tiny matches catching alight one after another. Her legs closed on their own, locking him in place, his face fully buried in her pussy as he continued to lick her through her climax. She couldn’t help the primal sounds that came out of her mouth as she babbled and cried out his name.
When her orgasm finally subsided, she sagged into the chair and panted heavily, her body completely spent. Ash licked up every last drop of her cum, letting it flood his mouth and coat his tongue before swallowing and licking her off his lips. He slowly kissed his way up her body, making sure to give extra attention to her breasts; running his tongue along the undersides and trailing it over her nipples before taking them into his mouth and gently sucking. He finally kissed her swollen lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth to softly dance with hers, the taste of her still lingering. She moaned quietly as she let her arms and legs wrap around him and pulled him closer to her body.
“Fuck me,” she mumbled against his mouth.
Ash immediately pulled her out of the chair to join him on the floor, her arms and legs still wrapped around him as she sat in his lap. She let her hands drift around his shoulders and down his chest before unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his waistband. She pushed the shirt down his shoulders and kissed his neck and collarbones as he took his arms out of the sleeves and threw it aside.
Y/N climbed out of his lap to lie on the floor in front of him and watched as he unbuckled his belt, took his jeans and underwear off, and set his cock free. Ash was already rock-hard and dripping pre-cum and the sight made her almost drool. She could tell that he noticed how much she wanted him by his cock twitching as he hovered over her. His face was flushed and turning red and she could feel the heat radiating from his face as he brushed against her.
He pushed into her in one smooth push, a pleasured sigh escaping his lips as she clenched and pulsed around him. Y/N held his face close to hers as she adjusted to him, kissing him between shuddered breaths and stroking his hair before giving him the signal to start moving.
Even though it was soft and tentative, that first thrust made her see stars. She let out a soft whimper and angled her hips up as she wrapped her legs around Ash’s waist and scratched his scalp. Y/N had had her moment to be in charge, now she wanted Ash to take over.
“Ash,” she whined. “Please.”
“What do you want, babydoll?” he purred in her ear, already switched to being more dominant.
“I want you to make me cum again.”
“Already? But we've only just started, he teased as he sped up his thrusts.
He watched Y/N’s face as her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes rolled back, his cock hitting her sweet spot perfectly.
“God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” Ash groaned. “I could pound this tight little pussy of yours all day.”
She clenched around his cock and whined as he continued moving inside her, the sensation becoming too much for her to handle. Briefly stopping his movements, Ash leaned over to fully lie over Y/N’s body, his chest hair tickling her breasts and his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming firmer and faster.
“Kiss me while you fuck me,” Y/N breathed and curled her fingers in his hair to push his face down into hers.
Ash happily obliged and locked lips with her, his tongue tangling with hers as he continued to move inside her. He missed her lips more than once thanks to his thrusts pushing him up and down her body, but she didn’t seem to mind. She moaned into his mouth, holding him close to her with one of her hands on the back of his head while the other trailed down her body to rub her clit. 
She was still sensitive from Ash’s mouth on her clit and even the lightest touch made her hiss and buck her hips. The overstimulation was delicious enough to make her keep going, her fingers swirling up and down and in circles on her swollen clit while Ash’s cock slid in and out of her needy cunt. A knot started to form in her stomach as they both wound her up towards her climax, and she screwed her eyes shut as her head fell back onto the floor. 
Ash took his chance to kiss Y/N’s neck, biting and sucking gently in between praises and moans in her ear. He could feel bruises start to form on his knees, but the pleasure he felt from fucking her easily overshadowed any discomfort.
“You take it so well, baby,” he purred. “I want you to cum all over my cock. C’mon, cum for me.”
Just those three words were all it took for her body to ignite. The knot in her stomach unravelled as fire spread through her body, her back arching into Ash and her cunt clenching around him. Moans and gasps spilt from her mouth and she cried his name loud enough for it to echo off of the walls of her small apartment.
Her release was strong enough to trigger Ash’s, his hips stalling and stuttering as he panted and moaned, his hot cum painting Y/N’s walls. He fucked her through both of their highs, his thrusts only slowing down once he stopped to catch his breath.
Ash held himself up on shaking arms as he panted heavily, sweat beading on his brow and threatening to fall down his face. He finally pulled his softening cock out of Y/N, immediately missing the warmth but glad to see his cum oozing out of her. He lay down on the floor next to her and rolled her over to lie on his chest, her face resting in the crook of his neck.
“You feel okay?” he asked her tenderly as he stroked her hair and shoulders.
“Yeah,” she breathed, still trying to catch her breath. “My back’s a little sore, though.”
“I should have taken you to bed,” he said. “You deserve your comforts.”
“It’s okay, I kind of like it when we do things in the heat of the moment,” she said as she leaned up to kiss him.
Ash returned her kiss and brought his hands to rest on her lower back, massaging circles into her skin and pulling her closer to him.
“I do too,” he said against her lips. “But next time, I’m taking you to bed so I can treat you like the queen you are.”
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tawneybel · 16 days
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Note: “Imagine how greedy Ross Humboldt gets over your body when he can tell you’re pregnant with multiples.” Contains sex pollen, too.
It was late by less than two weeks. How Mr. Humboldt knew he was a father again was beyond you. Eight days. A week and a day since he’d successfully inseminated you. Which Ross claimed would result in “a whole brood of ______-Humboldts!” 
A father again and again and… 
The lush grassland wanted to share its fecundity with its guests. Or subjects. Whatever it deemed you two. You weren’t a member of the Church of the Black Rock. Ross was. Initially, you didn’t like calling him by his first name. Who would, in your circumstances? Pretending he was still married to Natalie didn’t help. (You’d tried.) “Till death do we part” and all that. A normal union whose vows might not apply to Ross’s new marriage. 
“I haven’t even taken a test.” 
“But you are,” Ross insisted with a smile. Ignoring the ridiculousness of your statement. There were no pharmacies out here. 
Dodging his caresses wasn’t an option now. 
Not that you wanted to. There wasn’t much else to do. A bag of books to fight ennui. Some convenience store fare. Your leash was shorter than ever after the escape. Which had been too easy. Ross slept like the dead after screwing. Maybe the Tall Grass thought it tamed you. Or it liked to tease. A yawning path tempted you out of the maze. The church remained fixed even as you jumped up one, two, three, four times. Heart thumping, you made a break for it. Thankful that with everything/-one lost, your keys remained pocketed. 
Find a station. No, not a police station. A gas station. Nobody rational will believe me. Becky, Cal, Tobin, Travis. All gone. Whether from the mortal plane or just the Grass, who knows? And what plane is the Tall Grass the entry for, anyway? Fairyland, limbo, some fresh hellscape? Okay, found a station. 
After that, you were on autopilot. Waking up in the passenger seat to Ross racing back down the way you came. “Racing” was a bit strong. Just going a bit above the speed limit. Nothing a typical suburban dad wouldn’t do on the way to a beguiling destination. 
“Picked up some groceries while you were out.”
It wasn’t stated like a question. You had one or a dozen, but swallowed your queries. The Tall Grass wasn’t so isolated. Not like Ross and me and babies makes one, two, three… It shouldn’t have been able to reach out that far. Pollen, maybe. Your new family was rooted here. The idea of rhizomes reaching out miles upon miles, seeking your footfalls… Because you had been barefoot. Shoes long lost to the Grass during Ross’s wooing. You hoped the convenience store clerk didn’t notice. She either hadn’t or was too polite to say anything. Too bad there hadn’t been a drive-through.    
“Good,” Ross continued, “you’re going to need all the nutrients you can get. Need to keep your strength up. For all the fucking.” 
A giggle bolted from your mouth. The sky was darkening but you spotted a Plymouth Fury. So you were entering the Tall Grass where you’d exited. For the last time, probably. 
“And the birthing, of course. I’ll help with that.” 
“Like you did with Becky?”
It just slipped out. Ross smoothly parked your vehicle. For a wild second, you imagined plowing through the vegetation. Mowing it down. Ripping open packs of snacks, scattering, and stomping on them. Their saltiness ensuring nothing green grew there ever again as you smooshed them into the ground. 
“Now, ______,” Ross chastised, rolling down your window. Like you needed fresh air. “I’m not a certified midwife, but we’re going to have help. I want our babies to be safe and healthy just as much as you do.”
His tone made you feel childish. Throwing a temper tantrum wasn’t going to help. Your face flushed further as he poked at your panties. 
“Look, all those hormones aren’t just making you wet. They’re also giving you nesting instincts.”
“They are?” you asked, snapping your eyes away from the Grass. The blades of which sought you out like sunlight. If it wasn’t dusk, you might have noticed the large clumps of pollen wafting through the air. If it wasn’t dusk, and Ross hadn’t been massaging you through your underwear. 
You shut your eyes and inhaled. 
“Let me do the errands in the future, okay?” 
“Ross, someone might see usssss.” Your plea quickly turned into a hiss of pleasure. He’d pulled aside the soaked cotton to reveal your warm cunt. His thumb teased your slit, making you try to push yourself onto it. Mr. Humboldt’s current favorite hole of yours leaked onto his hands. 
“We got a gusher!”
Your thighs tried to rub together, but your spouse quickly withdrew his thumb before prying apart both soft limbs. 
“Uh uh. Take your skirt off.”
You nodded, obediently unbuttoning. However, the skirt was actually part of a dress with a differently patterned top and bottom. As soon as Ross caught sight of your soon-to-be swollen breasts, the last thread of his restraint unraveled. 
“Fuck, I’m so greedy for your body.”
His face burrowed into your tits, supported by a front-fastening bra. Once unlocked, they sprang free, ready to get sucked by Ross for nine months straight. And afterwards. His hands stayed on your legs. Squeezing them tighter and tighter, till you cried out. Wanting to suckle each nipple, but unsure which to start on, he nuzzled the cleft of your breasts. 
“Twins mean double the milk. And quads-!”
He groaned, unable to resist your now yielding thighs. Or your puffy nips or the fact you had an unfilled gap hot and dripping. You hadn’t been penetrated for almost half a day, which was a problem. Unless asleep, Ross knew you needed at least a couple fingers inside your warm hole. Preferably a cock, though. He needed to be stretching you out for childbirth. Make it feel almost weird not to have something inside you. 
(The fact that’s not how vaginae worked wouldn’t occur until post-nut clarity. Ross was just that psyched for you to deliver quadruplets.) 
If your nethers got too sore, he’d love to sandwich himself between plump tits. Plumpening tits.
“Ross, take me inside the grass.”
Your husband complied, leading you by the waist. The tips of your nips hardened, reaching out for the Grass’s blades. Ross matched your smile as the greenery encased you both. Looking forward to ______’s birth canal getting plugged, overflowing with cum, bearing brood after brood after brood. You were spot on about the Tall Grass’s desire to share its fecundity. About making Mr. Humboldt’s length swell only at the thought of worshiping your arable body.
Letting you go had been a fun experiment. Ross would be in charge of grocery shopping from now on, though. It didn’t need you to touch the Rock. Not yet. Not with its pollen keeping you compliant and, more importantly, aroused.
The newlyweds were enjoying their stroll to the center of the contiguous United States. You absentmindedly fingered your coochie, prepping it for more breeding, while one of Ross’s hands slid up to work a nipple. 
Yeah, you were going to enjoy maternity. 
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coentinim · 24 days
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Never Land
- Hypodermic Sally
Cw: horror, gore, Sally literally mutiliates you (not permanently... I think), the dove is a little dead, suggestive. MDNI (?)
Request by: @fear-is-truth ! I hope it's not too disturbing since you just said grotesque... oh well.
The song choice for the title is not accidental! It's the song that plays when she first shows up and tortures a random guy. Banger.
Instead of saving to drafts, it published itself. So, I suppose, day 2 of 8 Women Game starts tonight.
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You couldn't see a thing except for a few dim spots of light, and your eyelids were heavy and droopy. Your mouth felt like you just had a gallon of water poured down your throat, as if expecting not to have anything to drink for hours to come. Your whole face just felt disgustingly sticky.
You groaned. The drugs, you recall, she gave you some drugs. A sweet kiss, a puff of her strong, thick cigarette, an intimate touch, and you were ready to beg for the foreign injection. You could only curse your pathetic naivety now, but you were barely conscious, and your entire face felt so, so heavy... as if someone attached a stone mask to it.
You wondered if you have been blindfolded and gagged. Maybe restrained too, or maybe it was the substance that made your body stiff and hasn't worn off yet.
Suddenly, the bed you were on gave way to someone else's weight next to you. Someone sat there, and a cold, smooth hand caressed your sticky cheek.
You tried to wet your lips, but to no avail.
"Do you have any idea why they call me hypodermic Sally, sweetie?"
Her voice was coarse and cocky, yet pleasant. You leaned into the touch and shook your head; no, you had no idea why she was called hypodermic. You had no idea about anything. You tried to get a good look at her, but your eyelids felt too heavy to lift, so you just waited for her explanation.
"Well, my sweet..." the nickname rolled off her tongue decadently, "I am a true expert when it comes to needles. Injections or sewing. I am... amazing at those."
You started to rouse a bit more. This sounded concerning, and you wanted to ask her what she meant by that, but you couldn't. Your body was now free to move, but your face was still somehow out of commission. Something wasn't right. You couldn't open your eyes.
You couldn't open your eyes.
A muffled scream came out of your closed mouth, and you tried to touch your eyes. Her hands restrained yours, though, and you could only struggle in vain, her demonic cackle your only encouragement. She was much stronger.
You tried to make your eyelids open, and you realized it wasn't grogginess keeping them shut as the pain caught up with you. You wailed again, the same agony in your lips and eyes. All three holes were held shut by a tightly woven piece of thread.
The stickiness was from the blood, you realized, as tears flowed down your cheeks through the barely-there openings in the sewing work. You thrashed, mind overran with fear so intense, so all-consuming-
"You are just adorable like this."
You froze at the sound of her voice. Did she do this to you?! She clicked her tongue and leaned closer to give your dry, sewn lips a brief kiss.
"Don't worry, girl, I'll just keep you like this until... hmm...", you heard her light a cigarette, again, "until I am satisfied."
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rebelliousstories · 1 year
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Gifts
25 Days of Ficmas
Relationship: Poly!Lost Boys x Reader
Fandom: The Lost Boys
Request: No
Warnings: Light Strong Language, Fluff, Slight Angst
Word Count: 1,394
Masterlist: Here
Summary: The Lost Boys haven't celebrated a proper Christmas in decades. They don't put up a tree, no carols, and no gifts.
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If you had told the Lost Boys that they'd have a partner by Christmas, they would've looked at you sideways. But each boy dreamed of their partner. Someone that was fun, wanted to party, loved music and books, loved Laddie, and was okay with the whole being undead thing. Yes, the Lost Boys had always wanted the perfect partner, but never thought in their wildest dreams that they'd get someone like her. She was sweet, kind, beautiful, fun, could give as good as she got, and wasn't afraid to stand up to or for anyone. What they didn't get was her love of Christmas. Well, David didn't get her love of Christmas, yet she was hell bent on getting him in the mood.
There wasn't anyone more excited for the woman's Christmas cheer than Laddie. The young halfling was excited to spend the season with her. Early one night, she had taken Laddie with her to go find decorations for the cave, while the boys and Star were doing whatever they wanted on the boardwalk. He was so excited to look at all the ornaments in the shop. His brothers never did anything like this or even let anything Christmas-y in the cave. Thanks David. Thankfully, he was the only one in the cave that seemed to veto the idea. Laddie wanted to get all his brothers and Star a gift, but he had no clue what to get. While his brothers' lover looked at tinsel, he went next door to the second hand bookstore. Surely he could find something here for one of them. Except he didn't tell the woman where he was going.
She finished paying for the decorations for the tree, but when she looked down, Laddie was nowhere to be found. Okay, maybe he's hiding umongst the fake trees. But her heart started to race when she didn't see him there either. She couldn't go get the boys because she had no clue where they were. Taking another lap of the small boardwalk shop, Laddie was still not there. She officially started to panic. Frantically, she tried to search for the little boy but to no avail. All the sudden, she felt a touching at her sleeve. She looked down and let out a breath of relief.
“Laddie! Don’t do that to me. I was so worried about you.” The little boy looked down sheepishly while the woman fussed over him. She patted over his head, going down his shoulders, and scanning her eyes over the rest of him to make sure he wasn’t hurt.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to start finding presents for my brothers and Star. I didn’t mean to worry you.” She sighed, and let the tension go from her body while she stared at the boys hands that was holding something.
“As long as you tell me where you’re going next time, sweetie. Now, what did you find?” Her question brought Laddie’s attention to the gifts in his hands. He happily showed her; a beat up book of 17th century poetry.
“Do you think Dwayne will like it? I think he likes this kind of stuff.” Her heart swelled with love for the little boy that she had come to view as a younger brother herself. He might not be able to understand everything going on in his life, but he knows who he loves and what those select people love.
“Dwayne’s going to love it,” she pressed a kiss to his head, “now wanna help me find my own presents for everyone?” He nodded excitedly and took the woman’s hand to continue down the boardwalk. She helped him pick out gifts for everyone, including Star. He seemed stumped at what to get David when the woman gently reminded him that he loves interesting pins to add to his jacket. Her shopping consisted of trying to find unique and personal gifts for each of her boys, Star, and Laddie. It took them a while but they had finally finished shopping all around the boardwalk, complete with getting some wrapping paper for their presents. They joined everyone at the bikes who stared at the two with wide eyes.
“Easy babe. Did you buy them out of decorations?” Paul quipped up from his bike. She got on the back Marko’s after she took Laddie’s bags in her own hands. Chuckling, she accepted Marko’s hand and got on the bike. Dwayne did the same for Laddie, and David with Star.
“Hey, no complaining. You’re presents are in here so I don’t wanna hear it.” The blonde vampire shut his mouth and perked up at the same time. A scoff came from beside her, and she turned quickly to see David finishing her cigarette, with a blank face.
“Just don’t get that shit everywhere. You can put some stuff in the main area, but come December 26th, I want it gone.” She rolled her eyes at him, and the motorcycles roared to life. The pack took off down the beach, engaging in their usual level of shenanigans before they got to cave. The boys helped the women and Laddie down the steps and they set off to begin decorating. It was only a few days until Christmas and she was excited to celebrate with her boys. Everyone pitched in with the decorating. Well, almost everyone. David sat in his wheelchair, lightning up a new cigarette, and watching the festive chaos ensue.
Tinsel, garland, and ornaments decorated the fake tree that they had brought down a few days ago. Everyone was having a blast; the boys shoved each other lightly as they got near each other with ornaments. Star helped Laddie place garland all over the tree, and picked him up when he couldn’t reach the top branches. The unwrapped presents stayed in their bags until the morning so as to not let the boys know hat she had gotten them. Although, before they went to bed, both women helped Laddie wrap his presents for everyone up, taking care not to look at their own presents.
When everyone woke up the next night, they were shocked to see what had happened in the main area of the cave. More than a dozen presents sat perfectly underneath the tree, and the boys were curious. When their lover woke up a few minutes later, Marko walked over with twinkles in his eyes.
“Are those for us, amore mio?” He asked, putting his thumb between his teeth. She smiled and gentle grabbed his hand, and rubbed.
“Of course, baby. But you can’t open them till Christmas. So no peaking for two more days!” She called over to Paul, who was steadily making his way over to the tree. He was failing to be sneaky and pouted when he was caught. Dwayne walked over to his lover next.
“Thank you, princess. We appreciate it and can’t wait.” A sweet kiss was pressed to her head by the tall vampire. Paul bounded over gleefully, his wild hair bouncing with every step.
“Yeah. We really can’t wait, babe!” He stretched it out, and sounded like a whiny child than a fully grown vampire. However he still attacked her cheeks with kisses causing her to giggle. Marko held her close and pressed gentle kisses to her neck. None of them noticed the fifth member approaching but Marko immediately let him pull her into his arms when he got close. David’s face was unreadable. She didn’t know if he was happy, or angry, or even indifferent. He took a deep sigh and looked over to the tree with all the presents underneath.
“Those are really ours, kitten?” He quietly asked, causing her to nod her head. David looked down to his partner, and a small smile over took his face.
“Thank you.” Placing a small kiss to her lips, he let himself smirk a little bit. Once they pulled away, the smirk was full blown over his face. Without looking back, he called to his other pack mates,
“Boys. We’re going shopping!” Hoops and hollers were heard and she was glad that David was finally in the Christmas mood. Although she’s not exactly sure how they carried all those presents into the cave with one go. And she’s also not sure how wrapping paper and tape got on the ceiling. Probably Marko and/or Paul. Leaning towards Paul.
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killinfate · 5 months
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writing this in honour of Halloween (it’s literally over now)
HALLOWEEN.
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MIKE SCHMIDT X READER
— HALLOWEEN WAS TOMORROW NIGHT AND MIKE FELT SOMEWHAT NERVOUS ABOUT ASKING YOU THIS.
Mike was your boyfriend, however he also held the responsibility of being Abby’s guardian. Although he wanted to spend Halloween with you, watching some horror movie full of gruesome monsters and have that cliché moment where he asks “are you scared?”, Abby had reminded him of something that morning.
As he served up breakfast, his sister approached smiling , sitting at the table opposite the kitchen.
“You’re still taking me trick or treating right?” She asked. Mike closed his eyes for a moment, scolding himself.
Of course he was meant to do that.
Abby’s face faltered for a moment, worried her brother would turn her down. Naturally, Mike couldn’t.
“Yeah, yeah of course.” He told his sister, her face lighting up once more. Mike reflected his sister’s smile before it dawned on him he wouldn’t be spending the night with you.
He called you up that evening, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he dreaded the thought of disappointing you.
“Hello?” He heard your voice on the other line.
“Hey.” Mike said, attempting to sound cheerful.
“Hey, is everything alright?” You asked. Mike took a moment to sigh. He dreaded letting you down. He hadn’t been open to getting into a relationship before but now he had more of a grasp on his life and had found you. He was constantly scared of messing up; never having had loved someone the way he loved you before.
“Listen I’ve got to take Abby trick or treating so we can’t do anything on Halloween night, I’m sorry.” Mike apologises.
“Oh…that’s okay.” He hears you say simply but he knows you don’t mean it. You have to at least be a little disappointed.
“You can come if you want.” Mike murmurs the suggestion.
“Really?” Your voice sounded perkier and lively as if you were fond of the idea.
“Yeah but it’s stupid you’d probably hate it there’s just running, screaming kids all in the neighbourhood—“ you cut Mike off.
“No seriously I’d love to, that’d be nice.” You said with certainty. You wanted to spend time with Mike on Halloween and had no problem accompanying him with Abby to go trick or treating.
Mike goes quiet for a moment, his brows furrowing. “Are you sure?” He asks confusedly. He didn’t know you’d be so sure with the idea.
“Yeah, I’ll come with.” You tell him. You’d only just started dating Mike for a month and hadn’t acquainted Abby all that well. It was a good opportunity for you to bond with the girl better and ultimately spend time with Mike.
“Okay, sure yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Mike says, relaxing more.
“Bye.” You say quietly with a smile, hanging up the phone.
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The next night you came over, parking your car at the curb of Mike’s house. You locked your car before walking onto the porch and knocking on the door.
Mike opened the door, candy bucket at the ready before realising it was you.
“Sorry to disappoint, you were so prepared.” You say sarcastically with a smile. Mike shakes his head slightly with a faint laugh and kisses the corner of your lips.
Mike leaves the bowl on the porch and you laugh slightly. “What?” He asks as he looks up.
“You know kids are just gonna take handfuls of that, right? It’ll be gone in seconds.” You tell him, looking down at the bowl.
“I know but…we all did that at some point, right?” Mike replied.
The both of you head out with Abby who makes conversation with you as she walks. Mike enjoyed seeing the two of you talk, appreciating the moment with his two favourite people. He knew the both of you would end up getting along.
Eventually, the three of you got back to the house. Abby was fulfilled with the amount of candy she’d got but grew tired quickly as her excitement died down. However, she was still eager to spend time with you and Mike.
"Well, we were gonna watch a scary movie." Mike tells her, hoping she'd be put off at the idea.
After the Pizzeria, nothing phased this girl.
"I can handle it." Abby assured him smiling, kicking off her shoes and getting comfortable on the couch already. Mike sighed a little before walking into the living room.
The two of you decided on the movie Halloween from 1978 and you rested close to Mike, your body resting against his. Mike's arm was draped over your shoulder and he kissed your forehead, Abby soon falling asleep against you not long into the movie.
"She thinks you're great you know, she's started drawing you." Mike murmurs against your forehead, glancing over at Abby.
"Really?" You asked, a smile gracing your lips upon hearing this. "Good to know.
Mike was glad you were fond of Abby, not wanting you to see her as some kind of burden for his time being split between you and looking after Abby.
However, that was the complete opposite of how you were, clearly happy to look after Abby and care for her too.
Mike loved that about you.
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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year
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SAM | SAMHAIN (trick r’ treat)
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“I Scream” (Sam & Platonic!Reader)
| Getting Sam to try some new treats when he comes back around for Halloween.
| Reader is always black unless I say differently
| SFW, trying new things, this lil demon has grown attached to you, sweets!, light playful scolding
| 1k+ words
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There’s a little inconsequential tug on the bottom of your shirt and you look down to see Sam standing beside you.
Once you’re at Sam’s level Sam doesn’t do anything but point to the left, towards the sink. Even without words you can feel the tiny impatient pout it’s no doubt leveling at you.
You chuckle a little. “You really want that milkshake, huh?”
Sam gives you a small thumbs up (with both thumbs) and nods rigorously.
You laugh again before straightening back up and taking two shuffling steps to reach into the sink. In one of the mixing bowls you cleaned, after whipping up the cornbread that was now baking away in the oven, was a kids sized milkshake being defrosted in hot water.
After confirming that Sam would indeed eat anything personally deemed sweet enough you’d asked the little entity if it’d ever had ice cream before. At Sam’s confused head tilt you’d decided that getting it acquainted with frozen sweets was of top priority, and so this Devil’s Night you’d made sure to stock up on all sorts of frozen treats to taste test with Sam in between handing out candy and cooking dinner.
Unsurprisingly whatever hell he crawled out of once every year wasn’t big on sugar.
Unsurprisingly whatever hell he crawled out of once every year wasn’t big on sugar.
You shake the excess water off the cup before pulling on one of your drawers and taking out an orange silicone straw for the demon. You made extra sure that everything would be as soft as possible (while still holding its frozen treat integrity) in order to not startle Sam too much. Sam, who promptly snatches the milkshake from your outstretched hand, moves its napsack up to expose its mouth, and then takes the longest drink of the milky peanut butter cup substance that it possibly can.
You cringe lightly.
“Uh, Sam I don’t think that’s a good id - ah shit!”
The bugger’s already growled and threw the cup down before you could get to it. You stare forlornly at the small mess the milkshake is making before looking back at Sam. Just by Sam’s stance alone, arms limp at its side and mouth twisted into a sneer, you can tell the demon is less than pleased with its first try.
Sucking your teeth you pull a dish cloth from the stove handle and get to cleaning the cup after exchanging a disgruntled look with Sam.
The Halloween entity has taken to pouting at you, and so in turn you roll your eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that, I damn well know we talked about frozen treat edicate and the risks of brain freeze.”
Sam’s expression doesn’t change as you put the half empty cup on the counter and throw the dirty towel in the sink, but the entity does cross its arms with a little huff.
You give Sam the same energy right back.
“You could keep pouting or we can try that again. I promise if you actually listen to me, you’ll love it. And you love chocolate, which is in all the stuff I got, so if that doesn’t sell you I don’t know what will.”
A contemplative silence settles over the two of you before you start puttering around again. Sam quietly trails behind you as you cut off the stove and oven, throw the soiled towel in the washing machine for later, and answer the doorbell after it rings.
It’s a group of teenagers that begrudgingly say, “Trick or treat!” at you but you don’t do much but greet them with confusion as you hold your cauldron of candy close to your chest and lean against the doorway. Sam peeking at them from behind your legs obviously catches some of their attention but most of the kids are pretty caught up on the way you haven’t given them any sweets yet.
You hum.
“Is this like a group costume thing? Cause I’m trying to figure out what I’m seeing and it’s looking grim.”
“Oh!” A blonde boy off to the right of you exclaims, his hair is so badly dyed it’s painful. “We’re supposed to be the lost boys!”
One of the girls off to the side nods her head. A spiked choker and rosary glint off of her due to your porch lights as she excitedly takes over.
“Jake, Samson, Angel, and De’shawn are David, Marko, Dwayne, and Paul. While me,” she waves between her and two other similarly dressed girls. “Caymie, and Talia are the Bitches of Eastwick.”
Your eyes light up and you move to high-five all three girls. A grin splits across your face.
“Okaay, that’s what’s up. Here,” you dig into your pale and give each kid a good chunk out of your candy collection.
Behind you Sam’s giving them all really quiet but enthusiastic applause and the kids nod slowly back at him in thanks with awkward little upturns of their lips. They’re sweet kids, you hope Sam doesn’t end up going after them because they’ve broken one of the night's rules later. Truly.
“Be sure to respect the lit Jack o’ Lanterns you see! It’s bad luck to put them out!”
At the end of the walkway they laugh at your warning before you wave them goodbye then close the door. When you turn around Sam’s already watching you.
“How about we try again?”
The demon makes a small noise, shakes its head, and then pulls two chocolate bars from behind its back. You purse your lips, but well, chocolate bars are tried and true. With a vague shrug you take the offered treat and allow Sam to grab the curl of your fingers and lead you back to the couch.
You don’t bother arguing with him, instead settling back and then knocking your bars together in a toast. Clearly the demon wanted to watch The Invisible Man one more time before he left to peruse the streets more. You weren’t gonna argue.
NOTES: please excuse any typos and as per usual I hope you enjoyed.
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P for jennifer??
Dirty A-Z headcanon game can be found here
P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 
Jennifer loves taking nudes of herself, so her camera roll is filled with tons of pictures of her naked or semi naked body. She'll ask for nudes occasionally, but she prefers to send them over anything else. Speaking of sending, as soon as she gets the green light from you your phone will never be safe again. She'll send them early in the morning, late at night, during classes, while you're at lunch, and anytime in between. Basically, your phone isn't safe with anyone else while you're dating her. As for being recording during sex, she's totally down if you are. Making "home videos" with you is her favorite activity, and watching them afterwards is just as good as the real thing. In fact, not only are cameras allowed in the bedroom, they're encouraged.
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This is probably a dumb request. What about a Patrick Bateman imagine where a young fashion magazine editor, reader, is noticed by all the p&p guys. After Paul tries to hit on her she rolls her eyes and later asks Patrick out on a date in front of all of them.
not dumb at all tysm for the request!
fashion magazine editor asking patrick bateman out
Patrick doesn't think much of the hysteria encapsulating the Pierce and Pierce workers when he arrives at nine AM sharp. Those morons are always excited over something, they'd probably make a spectacle out of watching paint dry.
But you really are something. He's heard of you, a new editor for a fashion magazine Patrick himself is rather fond of, he enjoys your work. He would bet that his coworkers aren't as well versed in your field of expertise as he is; they're not worth your time, they fawn over you but Patrick sees the leers and subtle sexual comments you're being subjected to. They don't deserve to be in your presence.
You look at your saviour with pure gratitude when he interrupts them to pull you to the side quietly and discuss the latest issue of your magazine. Your excited realisation that he actually reads what you're editing is met with a warm smile from Patrick. There's an instant connection, and he doesn't believe in love at first sight but there's definitely an attraction to you he can't explain.
You speak on the same level, your mutual intelligence and knowledge shining through every word, and you're about to invite him back to your apartment to talk more when one of the Pierce and Pierce men cut in. You think his name may be Peter? Paul? Something like that, at least.
"Hey, sexy, - look at me when I'm talking to you, come on - why don't you come with me and we can have some real fun, yeah?" the man grins lecherously, and you're rolling your eyes so violently you think they may end up staying that way.
Patrick appears ready to step in, with a glance to you to check if you want to handle it yourself. You place a hand on his arm, and notice quite a crowd has gathered - it must be all of the men out now, their heads all turned in your direction.
You turn your gaze fully to the man beside you, ignoring Paul's spluttering at your complete dismissal of him. "Patrick, I've rather enjoyed your company. I cannot say the same for the others. We should speak further privately, perhaps over dinner? Say, Dorsia tonight at eight?"
He's impressed at your confidence, and accepts immediately. There's a satisfied look in his eyes as he surveys the group of his jealous coworkers, and hands you his business card.
With a winning smile and a kiss to your cheek, Patrick goes on to work knowing he's the envy of every man there.
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Valentines day themed requests are open!!!
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