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hostess-of-horror · 2 years

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Kiss of Blood 🥀

A Vampire!Snatcher x Reader Fanfic

@tiramegtoons @darkmedolie @hotpinkboots @trashdork @thereaderinsertlady @lulu-baked-beans @lemonbaloni @minnesotamedic186 @medys-space

This is very, very, VERY self-indulgent – but I assume you knew that already once you read the title. Every day is a day closer to Halloween.

Content Includes: Suggestiveness and Blood Drinking

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The Snatcher could not help but stare.

There before him was his latest victim – a young, unsuspecting maiden, asleep in her bed. His eyes wandered the more he looked upon her. What should have been an easy task, just like the hundreds – thousands – before her, became a moment of pause. Her bosom rose and fell softly with every breath. The sheets cradled her curves; a sight waiting to be revealed. He felt his fingers twitch with anticipation, wanting to tear away the cover from the bed. As hungry as he was, his contemplation became desire.

He wanted to tear away at her.

The sound of her heartbeat grew louder. Each pulse made him salivate, swallowing and licking his lips in order to quench his thirst. He could not take it anymore. His claws reached over and around the maiden, clutching the sheets as he began to crawl. Her warmth drew him in even closer, her scent invading his senses. Whether it was her blood or her perfume did not matter – she was perfect. Addicting, even. He did the best he could not to give in and immediately feed on her. This mortal was a delicacy to savor, a work of art to admire for all time. Who said that you could not eat your cake and have it too?

And there it was. The maiden's elegant, swan-like neck.

The Snatcher could feel the blood rushing through her veins, just beneath the skin. Her soft, unbroken skin. Just inches away, his mouth held agape out of instinct, ready for the kill. His fangs ached. He was so close, so very close. He slipped his hand into her fingers and tightly grasped her hand. His cold breath – the shiver of hunger – suddenly woke the maiden from her slumber.

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You sprang from your bed. You had felt a creeping sensation and, once you laid your eyes on the creature before you, your instincts were correct. Its hand clasped over your lips before you even had a chance to scream. As you prepare to fight back, the creature wrapped his arm around your waist, sending an almost paralyzing chill down your spine. It hushed in your ear, like how a mother would quiet her weeping child. Your body quivered in fear, unable to struggle from its strangely soothing embrace. You felt its hand caress down to your lower back, the other releasing your mouth to trace your hair back. Its lips was so close to your throat.

“Shhhhh...” the creature shushed, “Quiet now... No need to fear. I am not going to kill you, my sweet.” Confusion flooded your mind. You opened your mouth to speak, but the delicate, tender touch rendered you speechless. A spell had been cast upon you, plunging you into a wave of calmness. You began to melt in its arms. “That's right. Relax, darling... Let me...” its voice trailed off as it buried its face into your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair. It let out a rumbling purr, exhaling in satisfaction. It continued, “You are so... Mesmerizing. You know that? I don't know if anyone has told you that. But that doesn't matter. What truly matters is that this king will finally have his queen.” Your eyes widen at its proposal. The creature then wrapped its snake-like lower body around yours, shifting itself and you into the bed. It finally lifted itself from your neck to gaze into your eyes. Its eyes shone bright gold, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom. You could not help but gaze back.

“You will make a perfect queen.” the creature wooed, “Such beauty must not go to waste. And your innocence... Oh, your innocence. I cannot wait to taint it, to strip it from your very soul. From this night forth, you will know luxuries and pleasures no other mortal has ever possessed. Our passion will be zealous as it will be terrifying. You will be a ruler among the darkness, and none shall dare defy you. From this moment on, you are my bride... My paramour... My equal.”

With every word it spoke, you became fainter and fainter. The spell had become stronger, making your head spin and float with ecstasy. This blissful feeling was surprisingly nice. The fear you had before dissipated into a warm sensation. Your heart fluttered as the words of affection echoed inside your mind. Within seconds, the idea of being the bride of a living shadow sounded lovely to you. Your head fell back into your pillow, unable to hold itself up anymore. The creature hummed as it delicately traced your bare neck and down to your chest. Your heart jumped at the touch. Its hands guided yours, gently motioning you to grab the back of his hair and spine. It buried itself into your neck back again, this time making the embrace more comfortable and intimate. “Good girl...” the creature purred softly.

The bite, at first, was painful, but only for a few seconds. You felt its body tighten its grip as it began to drink. Its tongue lapped your blood at such an excruciating pace, taking its time clasping its lips on the wound. Your breathing hitched, holding on to your newfound lover. This signaled the creature to go even further. With one rough sip, it releases its fangs from your neck, leaving you panting for more. You looked up to see its mouth oozing with crimson. If you had your sane consciousness, you would have screamed in terror. But instead, in your feverish rapture, you rose from your fainting spell and kissed him. You could taste your own blood on your tongue, but you didn't care. You wanted more. You craved more.

And, that night, your wish was granted.

#my writing #ahit #a hat in time #ahit the snatcher #the snatcher #the snatcher x reader #the snatcher x self ship #the snatcher x self insert #vampire!snatcher #vampire #vampires #vampire bite #ship fanfic #fanfiction #halloween #enjoy ya freaks!

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heartfullofleeches · 11 months

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Remorseful monster reader and their enabler Yan will always have my heart. Just a not so little critter forced to do what they must to survive, and the devoted freak who makes sure they get what their hunger craves

Monster Reader: sorry...sorry..didn't mean to... They got too close and I'm just so.. hungry... tired.. I'm sorry...

[Their Yan coos, praising the creature for a job well done as they wipe bloody tears from its face]

Yan: Aww, poor baby. Was that nasty person too rotten for you? I promise I'll bring you someone better, but you need to take just a few bites so you don't get sick again. It hurts after a while, doesn't it? Don't worry, I don't mind feeding you by hand until you get used to it. Try not to bite me too hard~

#I need to do my body snatcher Yan like yesterday #yandere x you #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere blurb #yandere oc #monster reader

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dreamer-after-dark · 10 months

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I could see Wally Darling being the kind to sneak into your room/house when you're away and steal your panties/underwear. You figure that maybe the washing machine is eating them at first until a pair you were wearing yesterday disappeared from the top of the pile.

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Side note, I have had my panties stolen before! Anyway, here you go ٭(•﹏•)٭

Part Two

Word count: 1,945

Wally is shameless.

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[Y/N]

It happened again.

[Julie]

What??

[Sally]

Panty thief struck again?

[Julie]

Twice in one week???

[Y/N]

It's not a thief! I refuse to believe it!

[Sally]

How many pairs does that make now? 12?

[Julie]

Close! 15!

[Y/N]

[Sally]

I fail to understand why this can't be the doing of a petty thief?

[Julie]

Y/N!

[Julie]

Y/N are you there?

[Julie]

Where did they go? :/

[Sally]

Alas, my darling Juliet! Tis I alone that remains here

[Wally]

Hello

[Sally]

Hi, Wally.

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Seventeen pairs of your best fitting panties have been lost, lost forever. Never to be found with the same elasticity or fit. You stared out into the empty street where the sun parted between leaves. You were too broke to afford replacing them and so you wandered this world commando when the pants offered enough coverage and comfort. Or even if it didn't you still had no choice should you plan around an inviting evening out.

With a huff you adjusted your basket against your hip, your unfolded clothes flopping a bit. The sunshower surprised you as it pelted against the non opening glass doors of the building's laundromat. After double checking the seats and dryer you headed for the opened door just off to the side. You entered a gray stairwell. Beneath the staircases was a collection of cleaning supplies, a yellow mop bucket, and a locked cabinet.

Your slippers echoed through the stairwell as you jogged up. The door to your floor was propped open with a rock. You used your free hand to open the door fully and slide the rock inside. You pushed it to the side with your foot not wanting anyone to trip over on it like you had. Your phone smacked your face leaving a nasty bruise under your eye. It still hurts to remember.

The door shut behind you with a rusty squeak. Your slippers slid lightly against the tiled floors until you made it to your apartment door. The handle gave way and you were thrilled to find it still open. Music boomed from somewhere within one of the rooms. The smell of weed wafted around mixing with the chilled air feeding in from the windows.

You inhaled deeply, shaking loose your worries. As you walked down your hallway you passed the open bathroom where giggling and hushed whispers could be heard. Julie and Sally were doing their makeup together, facetiming you assumed. Further was the kitchen where you heard the clinking of silverware against wood. The voices from the bathroom quieted.

Wally was stirring a cup of coffee when he spotted your annoyed expression, "Hello, Y/N. Are you alright?"

"Another pair off and vanished," you roll your eyes with a glance at your basket, "It's getting annoying."

"I can see how annoying that could get. Do you think they've all been stolen?"

"No! No. I'm sure it'll sort itself out. Have you got anymore coffee, Wally?"

Wally hands you the mug he was holding, "This one's yours, honeycrisp."

You thanked him as he turned away to prepare his own. His hair cascaded like waves down his back. The vibrant blue shining below the lights. Wally was amazing at coloring his hair. You turn away and head down the hallway where two doors faced each other. You entered the left one silently praying thanks to the great nothingness beyond for leaving it unlocked for you.

You placed your laundry on your bed. You would fold the clothes, but your keys needed to be found. You looked around your slightly cluttered room. The tapestry on your window was tied up letting in the sun. The smell of wet earth rose up as the rain thundered down. By the window was a desk. It was stained with paint and ink. On top was a journal, several colors of paint, and a large bottle of water. A mug with several drying paint brushes propped up within say atop the bookshelf.

Small plushies were scattered among the shelves and on the floor. Your bed was next to the wall by the door. The blanket was a pile on the floor next to the end of the bed. Larger plushies were squished from your tossing and turning. Pillows were crammed between the bed frame and wall. Eyes landing on your newly added laundry basket made you realize cleaning your entire room would help you find your missing keys.

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Hi, Sally.

Hi, Julie.

[Sally]

Wally, you wouldn't happen to know about the Boudoir Bandit?

[Wally]

No.

[Julie]

Maybe it's one of the other tenants!

[Sally]

Nefarious tenant!

[Y/N]

It has to be the machine

Can't be anything else

[Sally]

Perish the thought! The Panty Snatcher must be caught and brought to justice!

[Julie]

Perish the thought!

[Wally]

Perish the thought!

[Y/N]

Who could it be?

[Sally]

I see you've come around.

[Julie]

It could be anyone!

Any of us!!

How scary!!!

[Wally]

It could be anyone?

[Sally]

List of suspects:

Sally

Julie

Y/N

Poppy

Wally

Howdy

Barnaby

Home

[Y/N]

Me??

Why me??

[Julie]

It's a crazy world, Y/N!

We cannot rule out anyone!

Not even you

[Sally]

Julie is exactly right, darling Y/N! We simply cannot rule you out!

[Wally]

I would hate to see you go without, neighbor.

[Y/N]

Ok :/

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You smirked at the messages filling up your screen. Julie's energetic texts became shorter and you could imagine her hot pink nails tapping against the screen of her phone. Sally's text became increasingly verbose in response. Wally was lurking as he always did, chiming in here and there.

The phone slipped into your pocket as music filled the already tidied room. Your keys had been found while sweeping underneath your desk. Along with a few scrunchies and a button, your heavily outfitted keys were dragged out. With such a clunky set up you wondered how you ever lose it to begin with. Work keys, house keys, anime characters, pepper spray, and a stuffed animal. All of it designed to be eye-catching and hard to lose.

You flopped onto your bed opting for rest. Your ultimate goal had been completed and you were horribly drained. Your mind drifted back to the mounting loss of your panty collection. Solid color boxers, high waisted panties, boy shorts, thongs, sick day panties. All of it is gone! Sally was right to call it nefarious, but believing that you were being specifically targeted was a level of fear you wanted to avoid. You turned off your notifications for the next hour and returned to cleaning up.

Soon your room was clean, your clothes put away, and the bathroom was finally open. The glow of the full moon was bright and brilliant tonight. Leaving your desk you grabbed a change of clothes, sans panties, and a towel. You stripped down leaving all of your clothes inside the now empty basket. Stepping out you noticed the room across from you was quiet. There was a note taped to the door reading:

Out for the next three days! Rent is on the table!

Sally and Julie were heading out to New York for a concert. All the more to enjoy a long, luxurious shower. Wally was in the room down the opposite hall. His room was the only one on that side. He had the biggest room in the apartment for all of his art equipment. Aside from his bed you couldn't tell it was his bedroom. The last you had been inside it was filled with disturbing personal works. Each one felt delicate and haunting. Completely unlike his pleasant and sweet demeanor.

The music was still going though not as loud. It was mellow and dragging. You could hear the bubbling of his bong. The sound made your heart race. You quickly stepped into the bathroom. The thick glass ceiling above always excites you. It was such a crummy apartment, but it had its ups with this being one of them.

Julie's stickers covered the thick sides of her movable mirror. Her makeup bag was left open covered in eye shadow dust and glitter. A pack of eyelashes were left open on the top of the bag.

A little smudged message was left on the mirror written in red lipstick, reading:

You're beautiful, starshine!

Julie was a sweetheart. The rain had stopped, leaving a silence in the tall bathroom. With a turn of the faucet cold water rushed out from the shower head. The patter of water against ceramic filled the room. You stepped under the stream shivering as the droplets thudded against your skin.

Stepping out from the shower you dried yourself off and slipped into your change of clothes. You felt rejuvenated! As you stepped out of the bathroom, a voice called for you.

"Hi, Y/N. Would you like a snack?" Wally was standing in the kitchen with reddened eyes.

"What are you having?" You couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"A cut up apple. I couldn't think of anything better," he giggled, "I have a few extra?"

You accept the offered apples, "Thanks. I'm sure I forgot to eat with all the other things I also forgot."

"I'm sorry that's happening, it must be tough. Julie did say you were left without much to wear."

You groaned imagining Julie explaining things in detail as she usually would, "I'd rather not make it into a thing. It's just so weird to even consider what they're saying."

"I have a pack of unopened boxers. They may not fit perfectly, but they should help?" He smiled completely at ease.

"That's.. Ok. I couldn't accept that." As weird as it was to have your underwear stolen, Wally offering you some was even weirder.

"Oh, Ok. I'll hold it until you're ready." Wally walked off into his room leaving you in the kitchen.

You heaved a sigh as you leaned against the counter. The apple slices crunched as you bit into it. Each one refreshing and cold. You rinsed the plate in the sink and switched off the lights. You returned to your room, but stopped just short of the door.

It was cracked open. You were sure the door shut behind you when you stepped out. With a gentle push you opened the door further. When seeing nothing out of place you stepped in and shut the door behind you listening for that click of metal against wood. When you heard it you let go of the doorknob and hung up your towel to dry.

You looked around your room again looking over every little detail. The still tidy room was just as you left it. Plushies put away, paints organized, bed made, and the floor clean. Your eyes glanced over the basket on the floor and your heart skipped. Your head swiveled back as your eyes scanned it once more. Leaning down you picked at the shirt and pants shaking them out. A pair of socks fell from the pant leg, but nothing else. With dread it dawned on you. The panties you had worn not even an hour ago were missing.

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[Y/N]

Wally

[Wally]

Yes?

[Y/N]

Where are they?

[Wally]

Where is what?

[Y/N]

My panties

[Wally]

Stolen, I presume?

[Y/N]

By you

Where are they?

[Wally]

You're welcome to check my room, Y/N

Do you want to come in?

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You heard the music dip low in the furthest room. You heard the door click as the knob turned. Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard him chuckle from deep within his room.

#playfellowxxx #wally darling #wally darling playfellowxxx #yandere wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x you #wally darling x self insert #wally darling x gn reader #x yn #x gender neutral reader #x reader #boudoir bandit #panty snatcher #creepy wally darling #cuddles and conversations #wetdreams #panty snatcher wally darling #panty snatcher au

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sunny-inajar · 29 days

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self indulgent doodles

......very self indulgent doodles..... along with mer sun being an angsty boy :D

daybreaker sun (in the 4th image) belongs to @saltyfryz aaaaaaaaaaa

#sunny scribbles #doodles #dca fandom #tsams #laes #evil earth #little red reader hood au #scales and snatchers au #dca mer au #eclipse x reader #bloodmoon x reader #sots au #sona

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sodacrisps · 5 months

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I did half a thing and this lovely piece by dear @tiramegtoons pushed me to finish it up a bit more

No, right?

(also hi I’m back kinda/kinda not, I’m working on it)

#hiiiii #ahit the snatcher #my art #self insert #y/n insert #ahit #I’m gonna post some random stuff to try to get back in the groove #I actually tried writing a bit for this #but again #not a writer #Snatcher #snatcher x reader

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darkmedolie · 5 months

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enjoy <3

#snatcher #ahit #snatcher x self insert #snatcher x reader #snatcher x y/n

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subconhollow · 9 months

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So here’s a few y/n sketches ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ

I try and keep the y/n as androgynous as I can, I like to include everyone who is a fellow Snatcher enjoyer ^^

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skeleboiii84 · 2 years

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S/O is caught in Fresh's hoodie

Fresh: yo yo sugarbae! You seen my hoodie? Need it for wor-

(Looks you up and down to notice he's found his hoodie)

Y/N: okay, first of all you left it where I could snatch it so that's your fault, and second annoying Error isn't 'work', babe

Fresh: can I have it back?

(You look at him turn and Huff)

Y/N: no

Fresh: please?

(Fresh hops onto the bed to nuzzle into your chest)

Fresh: mmm pretty please? Babezzz

Y/N: what's in it for me?

(He looks up at you with a raised brow before laughing a lil)

Fresh: only the most radical best cuddles in da whole multiverse! Plus kisses and movie date!

Y/N: hmmm you definitely have a way with words

(You smile and kissed his forehead)

Fresh: so is dat a deal?

Y/N: Mhm! But please don't piss Error off so much to the point he tries to explode our house-

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Hellloooo there darling I apologize for the long wait for this you've been very patient with me🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

I do hope you enjoy this as much I I enjoyed writing it!!

#undertalefics #ut au #headcanon #husbones #underfresh #fresh sans #fresh sans X reader #hoodie snatcher #fluff #error

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nocuref0rme · 6 months

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YAAAAAAAAY

Snatcher x Reader

You kept shivering, he knew that. He just didn’t know how to bring it up. On one hand, he loves and adores you, and would do anything to make you comfortable- but on the other hand, what if he comes off as too soft? He has to be the all-powerful ruler of Subcon Forest, but he still has to protect his lover from the elements! He settles on pretending he’s grumpy.

“Oh, you’re insufferable! You’re lucky I can make warmth from thin air, or else you’d be doomed. I expect thanks.”

You could hardly thank him with chattering teeth, melting into his arms. They felt so warm, and soft, and strong… oh, he was the best. Even if he acted like he wanted to leave you on top of his tree.

“Oh, just get comfortable and fall asleep, why don’t you. It’s not like I have places to be.”

“Where, other trees?”

“I’ll have you know I appreciate every part of my kingdom!”

“Mmm…”

“Don’t you hum at me.”

He kept arguing with you, but you saw him crack a smile when you looked up at him. He shoved your head back down- he clearly didn’t want you to see that. But he still loves you, no matter how “infuriated” you make him.

HEHEHEHHEHEHE YAAAAAAAY

#snatcher x reader #ahit snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #ahit x reader #a hat in time x reader #ahit #a hat in time

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thereaderinsertlady · 9 months

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'Quest Tober (31/31)

What is this?

'Quest tober is an event where people can request fics for a certain time period! I usually like to challenge myself, aaand I've certainly been slacking on regular requests, so I figured I'd give this a go for a second time. You may request anything, as long as it goes along with the rules in the pinned guidelines. Send a PM or ask if you're not sure about something, or if there's a character you think I might do and or have done before but isn't up there.

Are there any specific rules or notes for this event?

Only a handful:

If you want to submit a request for this event you MUST have something orange in it or an emoji that follows the Halloween theme 🎃👻👽. Ooor something else that lets me know that your request is for this event, such as... 'hey, this request is for the 'Quest-Tober event,' etc etc.

You can only submit ONE request to give other people a chance to request too.

There are only THIRTY ONE (31) request slots available for this event. Once the title above reaches (31/31) I won't be taking requests for this event anymore, so request while you still can!

Where will the event's fics be?

I will post all fics on tumblr and onto my ao3 as soon as I get done with it for that day. Down below will be the fics that have been requested and what specific day they'll be posted on in October.

Requested Fics (Whoops didnt have time to finish all of them, will post them when ready![by the end of the year])

1- aliencatwafers: Elder Princess Shroob x Reader

2- rosepetalmoon: Escargoon x Reader 💞💞

3- ladysegagenesis: Vivian x Reader 😎

4- darkmelodie: Snatcher x Reader

5- snarlesofthesewers: Snatcher x Reader 🙌

6- shegariowmyamo: The Conductor & heem spouse

7- pastell-nerd: Nastasia & Reader

8- Anon: Dimentio x Reader nsfw 🥳

9- pyropikmin: King K. Rool x Reader

10- Anon: Antasma x Reader (spicy)

11- Anon: Gaster x Male Reader (also spicy)

12- Anon: Meta Knight x Reader (also also spicy)

13- drc00l4tt4: Melvinborg x Reader 🥺

14- Anon: Geno (smrpg) x Reader

15- Anon: Jevil x Reader x Dimentio (I,, love da clowns,,,)

16- profoundlytenaciousgalaxy: King Boo x Reader

17- valerian-insomniac: Prince (not-ghost Snatcher) x Reader

18- caleb-schoolaltt: demon-Melvinborg x gn Reader (🥺)

19- thereaderinsertlady: Jax (from the amazing digital circus) x Reader 🥺 ss mai birfdaay present to myself

20- Anon: Lovesick~Melvinborg x Male Reader

21- Anon: Duke Erisia x Reader (spiccy. I have no clue who this character is BUT i wamnted to give him a try because he looked cool 🥺)

22- Anon: King K. Rool & Reader (familial)

23- euibwwfbe: Antasma x Reader

24- jester-addict: Dimentio & Reader

25- Anon: Bowser x Reader

26- fruitytiff: Antasma x Reader (beloved bat 🥺,,)

27- notacloudofsage: King Boo x gn Reader

28- Nicky-angelcipher-universe: Reader insert crossover between BATIM & Security breach

29- Commentersspice: Antasma x Dimentio (:0 havent seen this shipped before. Unique!)

30- Anon: Beat x Reader 🥺🥺😳

31- Anon: Antasma x Dreambert

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subconwoods · 1 year

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Snatistical Evaluation

I was really surprised to see Snatcher x Reader lose Round 1—when I seeded the bracket, I put it up against Conductor Divorce (which was a joke option I added to round out the poll) as a gimme. The round was designed this way because, as Conductor's Divorce isn't actually a pairing, it would just be giving me a ballpark for how many people actually liked x Reader.

Granted, the AHiT tag on Ao3 isn't that populated to begin with, but Snatcher x Reader is the only romantic pairing other than DiscoTrain to even appear in the Top 10 relationship tags.

It wasn't like the poll simply failed to reach people who like x Reader content, either; I recognized a few names in the notes from the tag reblogging it, and x Reader accounts tend to heavily interact with other x Reader accounts. It didn't make sense to me that so few people voted for it, but towards the end of the polling period, I had an idea for what might have been skewing the results.

So, I made a spreadsheet to test my theory.

I went through the entire Snatcher/Reader tag, noted down every single author's username, and added a counter every time I encountered another upload by them.

(Interestingly, while I went through the entire tag at least three times to double-check I hadn't missed any, the total only added up to 72. It only just occurred to me that the missing four might be hidden from users who don't have an account, which I forgot was a site feature. Oops. Anyway, they aren't taken into consideration for this analysis.)

Here are our results.

Of 72 total uploads:

Six (6) were from anonymous/orphan accounts. Although one or more of these could have been written by the same user, for our purposes, I'll consider them non-recurring.

Twenty-one (21) were from unique authors, "unique" meaning that the user only had a single upload in the tag on their account. Counting the anon/orphan uploads, that's 27 from non-recurring users.

Forty-five (45) were from recurring authors, "recurring" meaning that the user had two or more uploads in the tag on their account. There were eight (8) recurring authors in total, but of those eight, three of them had two and two of them had three, making for twelve (12) uploads from five (5) recurring users.

Then there were....a few names that cropped up again. And again. And again.

4. Thirty-three (33) uploads were from the same three accounts.

Here's the same data represented by percentage.

62.5% of individual fanworks in the tag are from accounts who have posted more than one, while 37.5% are anonymous or from accounts which have posted exactly one.

The top three posters make up the highest percent of any category. Not only do they outnumber the rest of the recurring authors, but three users have created 45.8% of the content in the tag, more than all of the unique uploaders combined.

I expected going in that the number of total works might be inflated by the same users uploading many, but I couldn't have guessed the results would be this extreme.

Verdict: Snatcher x Reader is not actually that popular of a pairing. The people who like it just really like it.

#mine #a hat in time #ahit #snatcher #snatcher x reader #hat game shipping bracket

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hostess-of-horror · 2 years

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For He Who Snatches

A Cult Leader!Snatcher x Reader Fanfic

Author's Note: This is incredibly inspired by Cult of the Lamb and Priest!Saltbaker by @surinnitthesecond on top of the handsome prince/shadow noodle that is Snatcher. I literally just thought up of this at the end of my shift at work, so I am not wasting any time and just going for it! Also, the reader will be referred to as “you/your/you're” - no gender identity is specified.

@tiramegtoons @lulu-baked-beans @medys-space @hotpinkboots @darkmedolie @lemonbaloni and everyone else who wants to read it!

Content Includes: Religious Cults (duh), Body Horror, “Satanic” Rituals (demonic but fictional, not based on real beliefs), Suggestiveness, Manipulation, and Reader Death

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Your leader was badly injured, more so than you've ever seen before.

The entire community rushed to his aid. The ones who specialized in medicine wasted no time in patching up his wounds. You followed the healers in the hopes that he would recover without any trouble. As a loyal Subconite, you loved your leader. You trusted him with your life, and how could you not? He was the one who saved you from a meaningless existence, after all. You watched expectantly – worriedly – as he was laid across the makeshift mattress, wincing from the bruises and bloodstained cuts all over his body. To think, your leader journeyed his way through the Subcon Forest, slaying heretics and naysayers, all for you and your brethren.

If only there was something you could do to show him your unconditional gratitude.

You went over to a nearby table pour water into a clay cup. Surely, he must have been thirsty after all of that purging. As you were bringing the cup to your leader, you could not help but notice that he was watching you. It was as if King Midas himself touched his eyes, for they were shining gold. They gleamed underneath ragged, darkened bangs – a deep purple, almost ebony in color. You knew the sermons well: the leader was one of shadow. A mortal vessel brought back to life to spread the word of He Who Snatches. With this immense power, he guides his people into brotherhood, into glory, into salvation. Your leader was blessed. You hoped one day you will be blessed too.

“Thank you...” your leader spoke, his voice strained from pain. Delicately, you helped him raise the cup to his lips. He swallows the water greedily, gasping with every gulp. His thirst quenched, he laid back down. “Thank you...” he said again, breathing heavily, “These wounds... they will heal, but not as much as before. In fact... it is time...” You looked at him with anticipation; what exactly did he mean? “It is time to perform a sacred ritual. One that shall further our cause. Please, my kind friend... Tell the others. We shall gather within the temple at midnight.” You immediately obliged, leaving the shack to alert the community. Soon, everyone was in a frenzied commotion. Cries of the spiritual and devoted filled the air like birds chirping in the wind. Their daily chores became social activities where Subconites joyfully congregated. This lasted for the rest of the waning hours of daytime. Before you knew it, it was time.

You were the first to enter the temple with the rest following behind. There before the rows of benches and behind the skull-adorned podium was the leader. He held himself up by the podium – his injuries were still causing him pain. But his expression showed no weakness, only strength. Strength for his Subconites and for He Who Snatches. As everyone went to their seats, you awaited his latest sermon and his announcement of this ritual. Thoughts flooded your mind. You had no clue as to what ritual, or which ritual, your leader was speaking about earlier ago. But whatever it may be, in the end, you trusted him. You trusted him with your whole life. With a wave of his hands, raising them high above his head, he began his holy speech:

“My dear friends, Subconites of the Forest! It is with great pleasure to tell you all that the heretics – the fools who honor The Witch of Fire and Ice – are no more! Once again we are victorious, and soon we will rise against Her in the name of He Who Snatches! However, the path to triumph is no easy task. As you can all see, I am... physically weakened. I am powerful still, but not for long. In order to continue our fight against The Witch of Fire and Ice, we must commence a sacred ritual. A ritual to appease He Who Snatches and offer the ultimate trade. For my strength as His divine vessel... a soul must be snatched. One of you will be sacrificed, but this is a sacrifice of highest honor. For some of you all, I understand your trepidation – after all, death is mostly permanent. But with death comes a much greater purpose! More so than dedicating our lives and community in worship! Your soul will be one of many that is to come. In fact, this is not a time of mourning! This is a celebratory moment! We should be joyous of whoever shall be the sacrifice! Our souls are what pleases His Holiness; through me, we will all become one with Him. Through me, we are all His Strength.”

With slight struggle, the passionate leader went from his podium to walk among his followers. Everyone patiently watched as he approached them all, exuding an air of kindness. One by one, each Subconite was acknowledged, reassured by his empathetic presence. Some graciously bowed, some kissed his hand in appreciation. Your leader then walked up to you with those beautiful golden eyes. Immediately as you gazed upon his eyes, they shone with interest. A look as if he had found the answer to all his problems. Your heart skipped a beat. Warmth began to rise within your cheeks. With a dramatic flip of his cape, your leader pointed at you with a smile you knew all too well. “You! You, my friend, will be His soul to take!” he exclaimed with feverish rapture, “Come! Come! Let us all gather within the center of the temple! Let the ritual begin!”

You could not believe it. You of all Subconites! Chosen by His vessel as his sacrifice! Oh, what a night – what a joyous night! Your heart raced with such vigor, you thought you were about to faint in your leader's arms. But you did not; no, you didn't! You were awake still. You were not dreaming. You were holding hands with your beloved leader and everyone cheered for you! They cheered for your sacrifice! Instead of death, your mind was filled with thoughts of him. Only him.

And you were going to spend the rest of your life with him.

The candles were lit. The circle was drawn in blood. Hooded Subconites gathered around you and your leader. Strange, alien words echoed throughout the darkened temple, chanting to the beat of a small drum. Your hand still holding his, you marveled at this ritual. You could not be any more happier. “My friend...” your leader whispered to you, “Thank you for offering me water earlier ago. I appreciate it. In fact... Thank you for everything. For being here with me. I promise that your kindness will never be forgotten.” You smiled, tears flowing from your eyes. The chanting continued as your leader raised an ornate dagger from his holster, a sacrificial tool of fine steel and gold. He gently pulls you towards him, making you turn his back towards him. He presses himself against you. You could feel his rising and falling of his chest against your back. You jolt in surprise as he wrapped an arm around your waist, caressing your hip and stomach with a tenderness you never felt before. This closeness between you two was electrifying! Then the cold, steel blade touched your neck, ready for the kill. Subconsciously, as if by nature, you tilted your head back, letting out a comforted sigh. Soon, you and your leader's hearts and breathing were in sync with each other.

“Oh, Great Snatcher! We call to thee!

This soul is yours; soon it will be me!

Come to us and hear our plea!

Come to us and set us free!”

The cut was quick and clean. Your throat, now severed, bled profusely, leaving behind a crimson puddle below. A hand grabbed onto your hair, pulling your head even further, splitting the wound further apart, leaving you gasping and choking. Not that you were going to protest. As your knees buckled, your leader held on to your dying body and clasped his lips against your throat. The pain – oh, the pain – it was exquisite! In life, this was the closest thing to a kiss. As the circle glowed with dark magic and immersed your brethren into a spiritual frenzy, your flesh began to shrink and decay as your leader, your friend, consumed your soul bit by bit.

#my writing #fanfiction #self shipping #cult of the lamb #cotl inspired #the snatcher x reader #the snatcher x self insert #the snatcher x self ship #ahit #ahit the snatcher #ahit subconites #a hat in time

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shamrockqueen · 7 months

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Holy is the lamb Chapter 1

Pairing : Dark priest Bucky x innocent nun reader

Warnings : R18, Possession, horror, eventual Smut

Word count : 1049

Bucky Masterlist

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You hear it echoing somewhere deep in the never-ending folds of your dreams. A low melodic purr, humming along the corners of your mind and making your ears twitch. It called out to you, pulling you towards it along an unseen string.

“Hello, little one.” Like a bittersweet syrup on the tip of your tongue, the voice is thick and heavily alluring. “Come to me, and all will be at ease."

Further and further into the void, it seemed to drag you to it. It surrounded and consumed everything around your little spark of consciousness.

The breath seemed to be forcibly pulled from your body while you were in this deepened state of sleep. The color draining from your skin, and a terrible sweat overtook you.

Your body begins to shake as a terrible fit overtakes you. It alerts the other sleeping women in the dormitory, making them all circle you like scared chickens clucking around a rabid fox.

Your tongue knots behind your teeth as a surge of some unspeakable language forces itself out of your mouth.

One woman cradles your head in her hands as others try to hold down your thrashing limbs, and another runs from the room to alert the priest.

The other sisters screamed at you in the hopes of pulling you from this fit, but you only convulsed in their arms as they sobbed for you.

He came rushing in with a few of the sisters in tow to find you like this. They all called to him to help you as he approached, staring into your widening black pupils as they ate the once vivid colors of your eyes.

“Everyone! Get back now!” His voice rang through the room, only to be met with sheepish looks as the sisters didn’t want to let you go.

“I said get back!” He nearly tore their hands from your arms before talking you into his to pull you from the bed. You were still kicking and flailing, but his hold remained firm around you as he ushered you from the dormitory.

Your vision was gone; you were barely holding onto your other senses when the once sweet voice began bellowing around you with indecipherable chanting spilling around your mind like a flood of hot, suffocating tar, clogging your voice and gluing your limbs to your sides. It laughed at you and taunted you as it twisted around your subconscious like a vile snake.

Your kicking body was taken away to a safe room where you could be tied to an infirmary bed as you thrashed painfully against the rough ropes. The other nuns were told to stay away as the candlelight began to flicker within the small room. The door was locked, and your beloved priest held his hands high above you and began to speak. But his words were strange and nearly unintelligible as they poured from his lips.

The black clouds overtook your little subconscious entirely as he spoke. Cold, icy blue eyes flashed through the mire of black within your mind as every breath was sucked from your lungs.

Your skin is sickly, graying, and dusty, like your soul was bleeding out of your body to pool around on the floor below the table. You felt suffocated, dying as this strange entity squeezed the life from your very bones until you were completely engulfed by its influence. The last of your fleeting thoughts and fears were left to disappear in its wake.

The last thing to be heard is the once-sweet voice of your dear priest echoing out into the endless distance of your mind as if it were stolen from you. His arms opened up through the fog to welcome you into his safe embrace. His cooling blue eyes made your body feel a strange sort of numbness as your little mind ran right to him. When you collided with his hold, you seemed to feel every ounce of his being, from the soft strands of his dark, walnut hair to the vigorous beating of his heart as it shot hot blood throughout his body.

You disappeared inside of him, the black clouds behind him rising up into a mighty maw before slamming overtop of you both, severing your subconscious from your feeble little body. You fell headfirst into that abyss, your body bowing outward from the bed and pulling painfully against the restraints as everything was stolen from you. Eyes flooding over with those same black tendrils, like the sharp legs of spiders digging in through each tiny vein, before fading out to hide themselves and returning to copy your natural iris color on a white background.

Your body throws itself back down onto the tense plush of the stiff bed. Your eyelashes flutter as you take in the room.

His eyes traversed over your body as he ceased his incantation and watched as you regained your former hue. Your cheeks pinked, and your eyelids lost their former darkness before they slowly blinked open.

He pursed his pink lips before flicking out his tongue and dragging it along the dried skin. “Is it you, my love?” He calls towards you, almost breathless, as he waits for a response.

A sly smile curves along your sweaty face, baring to him your perfect pearly teeth before you answer. “It is?”

So few words, yet so much to tell as they slipped from your teeth in a mix of two voices speaking as one. Something inhuman is bleeding over your once-sweet tone. The darker of the two faded away, leaving only your original voice for him to hear once you’d finished speaking.

What lay within you, puppeting your body and mimicking your lovely voice, was evil at its finest. It had twisted its poisonous barbs around the good priest's heart, squeezing it for all the love that could bleed out onto its tongue. He was purely smitten, overtaken by its power as it finally gifted you to him.

He leaned in, wanting to crawl up your nightgown to nuzzle along your skin. He nearly sounded as if he were begging as he spoke to your form. “May I touch you?"

Your eyes were pointed as the demon used them to stare into him before stealing your lips to speak. “Untie me first, James.”

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Part One

Panty Snatcher Part Two Wally Gaslights You

Stalker/Gaslighting

Word Count: 978

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Smoke flowed out in airy waves from the open doorway. You could feel the thick cloud swirling around your exposed calves. Wally's room had changed from the last you saw of it. New paintings were hung up on the walls, each one full of unblinking eyes that shifted in the eerie shading of blacklight.

One in particular drew your attention. The canvas was large and at first looked to be covered in random splotches of paint. The closer you moved the more the random lines pieced together. It was a face left expressionless save for two large eyes glaring down at you. The head was propped up on the intertwined fingers of delicate hands. Under the gentle strobing green light and still blacklight it looked alive and seemed to be staring directly at you.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

You were startled by the person you were meant to confront, "Where are my- my clothes?"

Despite the little smile on his mauve lips he looked offended by your presence, "Feel free to check around, neighbor."

Wally sat at his desk with his head propped on his palm. His leg was crossed one over the other. Wally was watching you. Most of the smoke had cleared from the room. The lack of oxygen and layered lighting was causing you a headache. His eyes never faltered as you turned away from him. The blinds were pulled to the side and the window was ripped open. The summer breeze rushed in still thick with the scent of wet dirt.

"This kind of weather ruins my work," He complained, but didn't rise to stop you, "At least, if I had an incomplete project out."

Wally's eyes were on your legs as you stuck your top half out the window. His free hand gripped his ankle. Your fingers wrapped around the grate of the fire escape. The leftover rain was cold from the night air. Chipped paint dug against your flesh as you breathed in lungfuls of fresh air. Once your mind had calmed you slipped back inside.

You didn't look at him as you moved towards his bed shoved between his desk and the second window. It was meticulously made with sheets folded just so and pillows arranged against the headboard. It almost pained you to rip the pillows from their place, but it had to be done. For your sanity and for your missing panties. When nothing was found beneath the pillows you pulled away the blanket letting it drop to the floor.

Next you lifted the mattress, finding only a diary underneath, "My most private of private things."

The mattress dropped back atop the steel frame. Save for his closet, vanity, and desk there wasn't much else to look at. You picked the vanity next. As you looked over the rather expensive collection of eyeshadow, foundation, mascara, and any other necessary tools Wally kept neatly packed away, the seeds of uncertainty sprouted. You hesitated.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Asked politely, but the hint of en edge grated against you prickling the hair on the back of your neck.

With a sigh you turned around, arms crossed in front of you, "No."

"I wouldn't steal your things, Y/N," The edge had left his voice, "I am worried about you."

"Another pair went missing while I was in the shower. I just- I thought-,"

As sweet as candy he replied, "You thought I took it?"

You nod unable to conjure the words needed to explain your stress.

"And you trashed my bed for that reason?" He asked.

You nod.

He laughed, waving it off, "At least you didn't destroy my makeup. That is an expensive collection."

"I'm sorry, Wally." You finally say. Anything else died in your throat, choking you up. You bent down to pick up his ruined blanket.

"Y/N you're fine! You might just be paranoid with Sally's list and all." Wally trailed off.

A little quieter, "Were you.. wearing any today?"

"I'm not really sure anymore," It was hard to admit, "I stopped wearing any as of late. It feels easier not to."

"Do you still want those boxers I offered?"

"Uh, yeah," It felt rude to reject his offer after accusing him of something as dirty as panty snatching, "I'll take them."

Wally brightened at this. Standing up from his seat he moved to the closet opening one of the sliding doors. You peeked at all the clothes carefully folded away on the shelves. You took a few steps forward trying to get a better look. The screen of his computer illuminated your face. Your eyes were drawn to the large curved screen.

On it a website with a dark color scheme was left open. Scanning the words you figured it had to do with some art techniques you had no hope of understanding. Your eyes moved to the several tabs at the top of the browser. Each one was shortened, but you recognized the beginnings of a username. Your brows furrowed as you stepped closer.

Wally stepped in front of you holding the pack of boxers to your face. The sudden interruption caused you to flinch, your eyes meeting with his. They were far too wide and far too close. The watchful coldness of his eyes never changed as he contorted his face into a practiced smile.

"Have a good night, darling."

In a blur of motion you were back in your room with a pack of boxers in hand. The door held you up as your legs melted into the floor. All the words that bunched in your throat now settled in your bowels. The sound of labored breathing echoed in the darkness.

Wally Darling knew. He knew about you. About the photos you took and posted for extra money on the side. The tab with the incomplete username was your account.

#playfellowxxx #wally darling #wally darling playfellowxxx #wetdreams #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x you #yandere wally darling #human wally darling #panty snatcher #stalker #x gender neutral reader #wally darling x gn reader #panty snatcher wally darling #panty snatcher au

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