happy halloween! here we continue to tradition of an annual pinhead drawing, this time with a new squeeze, a king of horror himself, candyman. this was fun to draw!
You Anon are a genius!!! But now I want to see Charlie as the Phantom and the Waitress as Christine. I mean Charlie already dressed as the Phantom for Halloween in that one episode.
Here’s Charlie and the Waitress as Christine and Erik. The scenes that inspired the drawings are below if you didn’t get it. And tbh these 2 are polar opposites but at the same time they’re essentially the same thing.
"Then I Am Too." Spencer Gallagher X Human! Fred Krueger.
Well hello! It was the lovely @pyr0sadist’s birthday on the 17th! We are birthday buddies and fellow Freddy fuckers so obviously I had to do something! Sorry it is a little late but I still I hope you love it! Everyone enjoy this little smut piece with Leo’s wonderful character Spencer Gallagher and human Fred! Happy birthday yet again Leo!
Not like he thought he wasn’t good company or horribly ugly or undateable but getting asked out while at work? Seemed so unlikely, the thought never once entered Spencer’s mind. But that is just what happened.
Stocking and consumed with the task at hand he didn’t even hear the other man approach. He stood next to him, looking down at Spencer, crouched and busy, he liked the look of him and after a moment he spoke up, calling his attention. “Hey.”
He looked up, a small sound of surprise leaving him before a smile overtook his face, trying to be hospitable, also trying to ignore how attractive the man looming above him was. “Uh hi! Is there anything I can help you with?”
He sighed leaning against the shelf, “Nothin’ major, just somethin’ on my mind, a little question I think only you can answer for me.”
Spencer perked up at that, “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“One. What your number is.” He grinned, arm resting on the shelf as he leaned closer to the man still crouched down, “An’ two. What are your dinner plans for tonight?”
That is how Spencer finds himself headed to the restaurant the man, Freddy he learned his name was, told him he picked out when he called after his shift finished. Freddy was waiting outside, leaning against the wall next to the front door finishing off a cigarette, a smile across his face upon seeing him, “There he is, right on time.”
“Hey.” Came the response, watching as the man who asked him out that evening dropped the remainder of his smoke and stomped it out before holding the door open with a gesture of his other hand, “After you.”
Spencer hadn’t been to this particular restaurant before but he had to give it up. The food was not only startlingly good but fairly priced, and the conversation wasn’t anything to complain about either.
Freddy was an interesting kind of guy, had clearly done a lot of living already, rough around the edge but with this strange and undefinable and undeniable kind of charm to him that Spencer felt drawn to.
“Can I ask you something?”
“I’ve been doing all the asking so far, please.” Freddy encouraged with a gesture of his hand and Spencer cleared his throat before asking, “Why’d you ask me out?”
A light chuckle before he asked another question, “Why do you think I did?”
He wasn’t expecting his question to be met with another question. He thought for a moment before answering honestly, “I…I don’t know.”
“Spencey, baby-” He was a little shocked by the sudden nickname but he wasn’t upset over it, he actually liked it.
“-you are cute, really fuckin’ cute and I wanted to get to know you better and so far I think you are pretty fun and interesting.”
Well he felt a little stupid now. I mean that all tracked and made sense, of course he would think something to that effect, why would Freddy ask out someone he wasn’t into or didn’t find attractive?
“I feel the same way.” It left him before he fully realised what he was saying, but he meant it all the same.
It was a great date by all accounts. Dinner was just about done and Spencer honestly didn’t want to leave yet, he was wondering how to suggest they don’t call it here, to keep the evening going. He took a moment for himself, excusing himself to the bathroom.
He was washing his hands when he heard the door swing open, he looked in the mirror to see he wasn’t alone, a smile crossed his face, about to ask a question but before he could Freddy was on him. Hands on his shoulders and turning him around to face him, pulling him along, walking backwards to one of the stalls. Spencer didn’t fight it, went right along with him and once the door was closed and he was being kissed with so much heat he struggled to take in what was happening.
He was being so forward, so forceful, the action caught him so off guard and turned him on almost immediately, pulling back, already slightly out of breath he asked, “Wha-what are you doing?”
Rough hands moved, one on the back of his neck and the other sliding down his side, “Awe thought it was obvious Spencey, you’re smart, I think you can figure out what a man like me is after.” He felt the press of a clothed erection against his hip and the intentions were made more than clear.
“Freddy-” He breathed and the other man pressed on, another rock of his hips, grinding himself further, “Just look at you, fuck, how can I resist? I thought you looked good back at the store but now? All dressed up for our date, dressed up for me?”
A soft groan, “I mean feel how fucking hard I am, you did that hon.”
He flushed at the praise, at how filthy this was, at the tone of his voice and what he said, how hot it was and most importantly, how hot it made him feel. He felt wanted, desired and he went along with it all easily and readily, being wanted like this, how could he ever dream of saying no?
“I did that.” He said it softly, as if saying it himself would really make it true and stick in his own mind. The grip on the back of his neck tightened, he leaned in closer, warm breath over the side of his face, a tease of his tongue, “You sure did. Now what are you gonna do about itm, pretty boy?”
One thought, one idea entered his mind and so he first gripped his shoulders and kissed him, hard and rough, taking the way that he had. He pressed into the erection digging into him causing Freddy to stiffen before he started to return the affection. A few more filthy kisses, the older man forcing his tongue into the mix before his want was too much and Spencer dropped down, hands going to the belt now at eye level. He rushed to open it, he didn’t care about where they were, if anything it made it hotter, he didn’t usually do stuff like this, filthy and nasty.
He pulled him out of the confines of his clothing, heavy and hot in his palm, mouth watering as he took a moment to admire him before leaning in. His tongue flicked over the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had already accumulated, he tasted way too good, lips wrapping around the head and taking him in, sucking lightly. He was rewarded to the sound of a harsh inhale above him, his eyes flick up to see his eyes closed, head pitched forward, lips parted.
He needed more, needed to wreck him. He sucked harder, hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, slow stroke up and down as he took more into his mouth, he felt more confident the louder he moaned. The curse he pulled out of of him, that soft, “Shit-”
Made him throb in the confines of his own clothes. He needed some relief, Spencer fucked his own mouth as if that would do something to ease the need as opposed to worsening it. Bobbing up and down, spit leaking down his chin, threatening to fall and stain his dress shirt, it was all too much and he pulled back. He kept his hand on him, stroking the full length of him, the head of his dick resting against his cheek as he kept his pace easy, staring up and once Fred opened his eyes, he asked, “Fuck me?”
“Oh Spencey. Get up here.” The way he said it, no one had ever spoken to him like that, commanded him, he let go of his dripping shaft and stood. He was turned around quickly, pressed into the wall of the stall as two hands reached around to the front, started to take off his pants, he breathed out, “Hurry, fuck, need you-”
“Awe I know, I’m here, I’ll make it all better.” He practically purred it into his ear, soon clothes taken out of the way, dropped around his ankles and he was palmed through his underwear, “Oh yes-”
A rock of his hips forward into the contact, needing more, hand slipped past the last layer and felt him.
His head was a mess, practically swimming, touched and teased, fingers sliding in, scissoring and working. That heavy weight to his back was a comfort, made him throb more, he squirmed and begged, “Please?”
“You think you got me wet enough to slip in real easy?” He asked and Spencer nodded frantically, “Yeahhh, please, M’ ready.”
Underwear peeled down strong hand on one hip, the other on his shoulder, he adjusted him, got a better angle before lining up and sliding inside. A shared groan broke out from the pair, he arched back, closer, needing more contact. Fred’s hands slid over him, one up his shirt, hand flat on his stomach, the other staying locked on his hip as he began to move and fuck him.
“I knew you’d feel good but holy shit-” He moaned and Spencer nodded along, a broken moan, “Yea-ahhh, so, so good.”
He wasn’t counting on how good it would feel either, being stretched wide open and touched like this, so intimately and roughly at the same time. It wasn’t going to take much, all the build up, how long it had been for him, hips canting back, moving with him, creating their own rhythm as he felt it building up inside.
In just a few short minutes, more groping and pawing, more dirty talk filling his ears, he was panting out his approaching end and was rewarded with a sweet, “Yeahhh? Handsome boy gonna cum for me?”
Another frantic nod, hands back, needing more contact still, hands finding Fred’s hips, “Yes, yes, yes-”
Panting out that single word matching every single thrust until his body tensed, eyes squeezing shut and he came with a strangled cry that hardly left the back of his throat. Freddy wasn’t far behind, it felt far too good to handle and Spencer’s orgasm was the trigger for his own, harder and quicker thrusts before holding in deep before holding deep, spilling inside as the aftershocks still rocked the body he was inside of. He practically milked it out of him, clenching hole serving to make his own pleasure so much better.
The pair were struggling to catch their breath, still wrapped up in each other, reluctant to pull away just yet.
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