Where Everything is Made Up and the Canon Doesn't Matter

29, any pronouns. 18+ only please. ★ I take requests, but my muse is a fickle bitch. ★ Icon of my OC Torque by used-organs ♥ ★ Current Request Queue: 7

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Writing Request Masterpost

Hello, hello! To fill the time between chapters on As a Dead Man to Dying Men, I've decided to start taking writing requests. I will be trying to keep an organized list on who and what I write for as well as a directory on things I've written.

Please feel free to send in a request. I cannot promise it will get written, as my muse is incredibly fickle, but I will try my best!! List of stuff I'm writing for is under cut.

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*Reader Inserts - I default to gender neutral because that's what I'm comfortable with. Yes, I will even write nsft/nsfw in GN so everyone can enjoy. I do also write amab and afab upon request.

*Character x Character - yeeeee. the crackier the ship, the more likely I'll do it, tbh

*SFW - I will write soft shit, funny shit (at least, I think I'm funny, idk whether I actually am lmao), whatever you got. Hit me up, boo.

*NSFT/NSFW - I will write most kinks.

*I WILL NOT write kinks for vomit, menstrual things, pregnancy (breeding kink and oviposition is fine I guess? Idk I feel very weird about actual pregnancies, they squick me out), watersports, scat, incest, underage, and the like. These are all Hard No. Thank you.

*Dead Doves - torture porn, psychological fuckery, shit like that. Idk, it's fun to write for me.

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Fandoms I Will Currently Write For (prone to change): DBD, Slasher, General Horror, DC Comics, Venom

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Characters I Can Write Confidently

-Any DBD Killers (except Clown, do no send me Clown requests, thanks) or Survivors [yes, these include the brand name characters, not just the Behavior designed ones]

-Jason Vorhees

-Michael Myers (OG, DBD, 2018/Kills)

-Brahms Heelshire

-Freddy Krueger (OG)

-Most DC characters, honestly, just ask

-Eddie Brock

-Venom Symbiote

-Carnage Symbiote

-my OCs 😳👉👈 (Torque, Jack)

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Characters I Can Attempt But Cannot Promise Will Be Good

-Billy Lenz

-Michael Myers (RZ)

-Bubba Sawyer

-Nubbins Sawyer

-The Collector

-The Sinclair Brothers

-Carrie White

-Thomas Hewitt

-Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

-Karl Heisenberg

-(Ghostface) Stu

-(Ghostface) Billy

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Completed Requests

Brahms: voyeurism (nsft, GN) ;

Freddy: oral control (nsft, GN) ;

Trickster: headcanons (Dwight + Reader, SFW) ;

Dwight: headcanons (Trickster + Reader, SFW) ;

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@thesuspiciousorange is asleep, time to post their oc annoying granpa myers one stab wound at a time

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@thesuspiciousorange and i arranged a playdate for our kids

bonus, because the height difference is fun:

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Slasher OC - Torque

Art commissioned from @used-organs. Please please please comm them if you're looking for some fantastic art. They were a pleasure to work with and are just lovely all around.

Since I've been sharing some pieces of Torque here and there, I figured I better have a general breakdown of them.

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Playlist by @polishedalloys

Tag

Height: 5'7

Build: Heavy set, wide shoulders. Androgynous.

Age: Mid to late twenties.

Pronouns: They/them

Gender: As the viewer decides

Sex: As the viewer decides

Orientation: As viewer decides sexuality; panromantic

Typical Garments: Hoodie, cargo pants, fingerless gloves, glasses, belt, mask (tucked into hoodie; looks like a neck gaiter at rest). See references.

Preferred Weapon(s): Tire iron, hook and pick set, general automotive tools, whatever is on hand.

Also commissioned from used-organs. Seriously, please comm them, they are so fucking skilled it's unreal.

General Hunting (non-obsession):

+ Plays the part of stranded motorist. Incapacitates anyone who stops to help them. Will then take their identification, crudely modify it, and assume their identity until next victim.

+ Takes anyone they have incapacitated into their old vehicle and takes it off-road. General torture and murder within the confines of the vehicle. Cleans up self then relocates to victim's vehicle.

+ Will use victims cards and cash to get by until next victim.

Background:

+ Views people less as people and more as doors. Some doors need to be torn down (killed) in order to get where you need to be. Other doors can be... coaxed open.

+ Constantly travels. Keeps their few belongings in a tote bag so they can relocate or change vehicles quickly.

+ Very good at playing background/unassuming character. Can be charming and conversational when they need to be, but prefer to sit quietly and observe.

+ Travels from town to town until they find a new Obsession. They have no set type and anyone could spark their interest.

+ Obsessions are kept in a small photo album (single photo) and labeled with first name, last initial. Small details such as favorite food, good memories, etc may be written in the space around their photo.

+ They will seek to integrate themself into this person's life and ingratiate themself to the Obsession. Torque shows them affection at their preference level, is accommodating and supportive. Often buys gifts or pays for dinner (using victim's credit cards).

+ Will remove annoyances from Obsession's life (id est, killing annoying bosses, coworkers, strangers, family members), slowly eliminating those between them and their Obsession. Genuinely loves their Obsession and feels this is the best way to ensure their returned love.

+ Often will reveal their chosen name to their Obsession and provide an excuse for their cover name.

+ Inevitable confrontation with Obsession upon Obsession realizing Torque's killings. Will either kill Obsession or Obsession will attempt to kill them. If Obsession attacks with intent to kill (up to and including wounding Torque), Torque will retreat and flee the area.

+ Current Obsession's page will be updated. If they draw a heart around the Obsession's photo, that Obsession is still alive and has attempted to kill Torque. If crossed out with a black X, they were killed.

+ Holds no grudge against Obsessions that attack them with intent to kill. Is pleased to be their Obsession's "first door".

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posted with permission from @polishedalloys.

An au we have discussed in length (and with great amusement) of dbd Ghostface (Danny Johnson) where he gets his start as a killer because of a chance encounter with Torque.

excuse me while i weep because goddamnit aloys you spoil me

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@thesuspiciousorange come get your gremlin

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Thank you so much!! 🧡🧡🧡 I saw the tag for this at work and almost cried. That is so incredibly sweet of you! 🥺

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This is kind of a specific request, but may I ask for headcanons for Dwight Fairfield x Reader x Trickster triad? I just love the thought of the shy leader, the bold extrovert, and an ambivert reader all trying to make a relationship work.

If not, maybe Dwight x Reader x Trapper headcanons?

Hello! Ohohoh! Now both of those are.... Delicious. I absolutely can do that for you! I have a hefty weakness for Dwight and Trickster is a cutie pie. If you don't mind, I'm going to do Trickster's as outside the Entity's realm.

Thank you for the ask! And if you decide you want the Trapper one as well or NSFT/NSFW headcanons, feel free to send in another request! Hope you like these!

Dwight x Reader x Trickster

Prompt: Headcanons

Warnings: none!

+Who Came First - You actually were dating Ji-Woon before you were dating Dwight. Though, to be fair, you often had to keep your relationship under wraps, considering his celebrity status. After an honest discussion, you both agreed that a third in the mix would make it easier to bear his long stints away from you for concerts.

+How You Met - You had been one of the few people to not recognize Ji-Woon on the spot. Given his massive ego, he immediately sought to rectify that by introducing you to his music… personally. It become a challenge to him to make music to catch your attention and obsession quickly turned to romance.

+Money is a Non-issue - Hak is the sort to view money with frivolity. Why not spend it? He’ll get more. He’s top of the charts, babe, go wild. Working is completely optional for you and more of a “pass the time” or a pride thing rather than a necessity. This blesses you with the delightful ability to backtalk shitty bosses and customers where other employees could not. Sometimes it’s nice to have a rich boyfriend!

+Enter Dwight - You two had shared an office space on one of these kill the time gigs. Dwight had admired your lack of fear in the face of your asshole boss and become absolutely besotted with you. You stood up for anyone that he harassed and took no shit. It didn’t take any great feat of detective work to know Dwight was crushing hard.

+You Make the First Move - Between his flushing, stuttering, and general Nervous Puppy vibes, you definitely had to take the first step here. After talking it over with Hak, showing off some sly pictures you snapped, he agreed that someone soft and needy would serve well. Ji-Woon supposed he could see the charm in someone so pathetic. (No, he wasn’t cooing over Dwight’s little tie, shut up).

+Up Front and Honest - This was the key that got Dwight into your relationship. You gently pulled him aside after work, offered to take him to dinner. Over a lovely candle-lit dinner at a mid-range Italian joint, you propositioned him to join your duo to make it a trio. He’d been embarrassed and hesitant, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt all night, but willing to give it a try.

+Dwight Also Did Not Know Ji-Woon - You? Hak could make an exception. One little person didn’t know who he was. That was fine. Easy to fix. Two of you? It was a little bit of a blow to his ego and you bet your ass he’s going to sulk for a few days. Maybe even a week. But, he will reluctantly admit, it is a bit nice to be enjoyed for him and not just his status. Don’t think that doesn’t mean he won’t sit you both down for a proper musical education, though.

+Ji-Woon is a Tease - He absolutely will pick on Dwight. After all, it’s a little hard to share your affection when he’s home. His teasing can range from stealing Dwight’s glasses to snide little comments to literally dragging you away mid-conversation. But, with a bit of scolding and encouragement, he’ll try to be nicer. You’re the super glue keeping this little party together. And Hak definitely will not admit to growing soft for on Dwight after some time and will deny it adamantly if confronted. But you definitely did see Ji-Woon yank Dwight by the tie to smooch him thoroughly.

+Dwight Grows - Now that money is no longer a fear for him as well, he’s able to be a bit more confident about standing up for himself at work. This bleeds into his every day choices. He’s more confident in showing his affection towards you, less sheepish about holding your hand, more eager to kiss you. He still struggles in larger groups but with you and Hak, he’s making great strides in coming out of his shell.

+Three is Never a Crowd - When Ji-Woon his home, you three often cuddle up and spend as much time together as possible. If one is glued to your side, high chance the other isn’t far behind. When Ji-Woon is off touring, you and Dwight spend a great deal of time together to soothe the empty slot in your bed. Cuddles, dates, and hobbies become your vice until Hak comes home. As much as you love the company of each other, you both agree the house always feels quiet when Ji-Woon isn’t there.

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OKAY! First time asking something from you, obvi, and when I was looking at your list trying to pick who to ask for AND I SEE FREDDY, that decided that really fucking quick. May I please get some Freddy smut. I am feeling like I'm in the mood forrr, GN! Reader and Freddy juuuust denying the hell out of them and using their mouth. Just some good dirty talk about how needy and whiney they are but they aren't getting shit till he cums down their throat. Exctied to see what you do! Thank you! XOXO

Hello hello! <3 Sorry this took a bit! Work decided it wanted to be important. 🙄😔 Hopefully this fits the bill for what you were looking for. Thank you so much for the request!

Enjoy!

Freddy Krueger x GN! Reader

Prompt: oral control, dirty talk

Warnings: NSFT/NSFW, D/S Implications, Dirty Talk, Minor Degradation Kink, Minor Blood Play

The fingers in your hair were just this side of painful - enough to make your eyes water, but not enough to take clumps. Though, the cock stuffed down your throat definitely didn’t help any in that regard. Your lips were held wide, drool trickling down your chin as you tried to suck with what little room you had. It made no difference

You weren’t the one in control here.

A whisper of metal against your neck, razor edges teasing; threatening. A warning. It was enough to rein in any protest, verbal or otherwise. You were at his mercy, like it or not. Though, you hardly would want to resist when you were the one who offered.

You moaned shakily, the sound wet and muffled, as that dangerous glove coaxed you farther down, fingers flexing against your scalp. Your nose now brushed the burnt flesh of Freddy’s pelvis, breath stilling in your lungs as air cut off. Fucker would hold you there for a time, waiting for the tears to flow and your face to flush with want of oxygen.

Only when your vision started greying at the edges did he finally let you up for a ragged gasp of air. This continued for minutes that felt like ages. Held until you were certain you’d pass out, time became fuzzy. You honestly could have been there for hours, if you didn’t know exactly how long Freddy could handle your mouth around him.

You may have been at his mercy, but it was you he came crawling back to each time.

Speaking may have been impossible for you, mouth stuffed as it was, but that doesn’t mean he is silent. Or even quiet. Bastard couldn’t shut his mouth for ten minutes if his life depended on it. Even while his breathing came in huffs and hisses, shivers wracking his small form.

Oh, how you loved to tease him about that. “Shorter they are, the closer they are to hell” was definitely a phrase you’d dropped once or twice around him, along with other playful jabs. Maybe that was why he was more prone to take you like this - keep you quiet and submissive for him while he did the talking. After all, you could hardly mock him while you choked on his dick.

You looked up at him with big, wet eyes, lips stretched obscenely. Freddy cackled in that fiendish way of his. It was moments like these it really hit you he was, in fact, a dream demon.

“Aw, what’s with the pouting, sweetheart?” he crooned, tilting your head back at an angle you were certain to feel in the morning. “Though you liked being my little cocksleeve?”

A gurgled sound of annoyance is all you can muster, throat flexing around the hardness forcing it wide, making him groan. You were getting more than a little hot under the collar, heat pooling low in your belly and groin. Your thighs rubbed together helplessly, trying to relieve the ache that echoed through you with minimal success.

You dug your fingers into his thighs, attempting to bring his attention to your plight. It garnered little more than a smirk from the smug prick.

“Needy bitch, aren’tcha?” he hissed, tugging sharply at your hair. You groan in response, eyes narrowed.

The sharp graze of your teeth around his most vulnerable flesh is enough to earn a delicious tightening around your throat, a warning snarl following. His glove’s claws dig sharply into tender skin, hair-thin lines welling up with crimson. It wasn’t the first time nor the worst you’d gotten from Freddy.

If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think he liked it when you were bratty. The sharp increase in tempo with his thrusts and dull throbbing of his dick against your tongue certainly painted that idea. But you could do little more than hold on for the ride, accepting what he would give you right now.

Thighs clenched tight as you tried to relive your own desire, you moaned hotly, unable to sneak any rushes of air as he fucked your mouth. You were growing dizzy, feverish and manic as he used your mouth as he saw fit. The taunts came in low growls, the bite of his claws barely keeping you conscious enough to process them.

“Fuckin’… brat. I’ll- ah--” His head rolled back, tongue darting out to wet cracked, burned lips as he used you to chase his release. It took all your willpower to not choke as his pace became manic, bruising and unrelenting. “I’ll teach you to be a cheeky shit. Bet you-- bet you won’t be laughing when I take my belt to your ass. Betcha’d like that, though, huh? Fuckin’-- f-fuck--”

Your hair strained under his grip, the ache along the back of your skull sending a dull throb of pain edging pleasure through you. You clawed at his hips as he ground himself against your face, whimpering as he buried himself deeper, mashing your lips to his pelvis. You gurgled and choked, vision hazy from lack of air, but the sensation of him unloading straight into your gut had you shaking.

Or maybe that was the oxygen deprivation.

When he finally released you, you were a barely conscious mess. Freddy slowly withdrew his length from your mouth, a trail of seed and saliva dribbling messily from your lips. Tear streaks ran heavily down your cheeks, breaths coming in trembling full-bodied gasps. He scoffed, wiping the head of his cock across your face.

“Whore,” the demon said, almost affectionate.

“Asshole,” you croaked in response, licking your lips. A little ashy, bitter. All Freddy.

Freddy’s claws ran down your chest, smearing blood and trailing tauntingly across your skin. The graze of cold metal shouldn’t have had you leaning in as it did; like a well-trained pup to its master. “If you think we’re anywhere close to done…”

Oh, no. You had no such belief. After all, the bastard still owed you yours. And you intended to get paid back in kind for your services.

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OKAY! First time asking something from you, obvi, and when I was looking at your list trying to pick who to ask for AND I SEE FREDDY, that decided that really fucking quick. May I please get some Freddy smut. I am feeling like I'm in the mood forrr, GN! Reader and Freddy juuuust denying the hell out of them and using their mouth. Just some good dirty talk about how needy and whiney they are but they aren't getting shit till he cums down their throat. Exctied to see what you do! Thank you! XOXO

Hello hello! <3 Sorry this took a bit! Work decided it wanted to be important. 🙄😔 Hopefully this fits the bill for what you were looking for. Thank you so much for the request!

Enjoy!

Freddy Krueger x GN! Reader

Prompt: oral control, dirty talk

Warnings: NSFT/NSFW, D/S Implications, Dirty Talk, Minor Degradation Kink, Minor Blood Play

The fingers in your hair were just this side of painful - enough to make your eyes water, but not enough to take clumps. Though, the cock stuffed down your throat definitely didn’t help any in that regard. Your lips were held wide, drool trickling down your chin as you tried to suck with what little room you had. It made no difference

You weren’t the one in control here.

A whisper of metal against your neck, razor edges teasing; threatening. A warning. It was enough to rein in any protest, verbal or otherwise. You were at his mercy, like it or not. Though, you hardly would want to resist when you were the one who offered.

You moaned shakily, the sound wet and muffled, as that dangerous glove coaxed you farther down, fingers flexing against your scalp. Your nose now brushed the burnt flesh of Freddy’s pelvis, breath stilling in your lungs as air cut off. Fucker would hold you there for a time, waiting for the tears to flow and your face to flush with want of oxygen.

Only when your vision started greying at the edges did he finally let you up for a ragged gasp of air. This continued for minutes that felt like ages. Held until you were certain you’d pass out, time became fuzzy. You honestly could have been there for hours, if you didn’t know exactly how long Freddy could handle your mouth around him.

You may have been at his mercy, but it was you he came crawling back to each time.

Speaking may have been impossible for you, mouth stuffed as it was, but that doesn’t mean he is silent. Or even quiet. Bastard couldn’t shut his mouth for ten minutes if his life depended on it. Even while his breathing came in huffs and hisses, shivers wracking his small form.

Oh, how you loved to tease him about that. “Shorter they are, the closer they are to hell” was definitely a phrase you’d dropped once or twice around him, along with other playful jabs. Maybe that was why he was more prone to take you like this - keep you quiet and submissive for him while he did the talking. After all, you could hardly mock him while you choked on his dick.

You looked up at him with big, wet eyes, lips stretched obscenely. Freddy cackled in that fiendish way of his. It was moments like these it really hit you he was, in fact, a dream demon.

“Aw, what’s with the pouting, sweetheart?” he crooned, tilting your head back at an angle you were certain to feel in the morning. “Though you liked being my little cocksleeve?”

A gurgled sound of annoyance is all you can muster, throat flexing around the hardness forcing it wide, making him groan. You were getting more than a little hot under the collar, heat pooling low in your belly and groin. Your thighs rubbed together helplessly, trying to relieve the ache that echoed through you with minimal success.

You dug your fingers into his thighs, attempting to bring his attention to your plight. It garnered little more than a smirk from the smug prick.

“Needy bitch, aren’tcha?” he hissed, tugging sharply at your hair. You groan in response, eyes narrowed.

The sharp graze of your teeth around his most vulnerable flesh is enough to earn a delicious tightening around your throat, a warning snarl following. His glove’s claws dig sharply into tender skin, hair-thin lines welling up with crimson. It wasn’t the first time nor the worst you’d gotten from Freddy.

If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think he liked it when you were bratty. The sharp increase in tempo with his thrusts and dull throbbing of his dick against your tongue certainly painted that idea. But you could do little more than hold on for the ride, accepting what he would give you right now.

Thighs clenched tight as you tried to relive your own desire, you moaned hotly, unable to sneak any rushes of air as he fucked your mouth. You were growing dizzy, feverish and manic as he used your mouth as he saw fit. The taunts came in low growls, the bite of his claws barely keeping you conscious enough to process them.

“Fuckin’… brat. I’ll- ah--” His head rolled back, tongue darting out to wet cracked, burned lips as he used you to chase his release. It took all your willpower to not choke as his pace became manic, bruising and unrelenting. “I’ll teach you to be a cheeky shit. Bet you-- bet you won’t be laughing when I take my belt to your ass. Betcha’d like that, though, huh? Fuckin’-- f-fuck--”

Your hair strained under his grip, the ache along the back of your skull sending a dull throb of pain edging pleasure through you. You clawed at his hips as he ground himself against your face, whimpering as he buried himself deeper, mashing your lips to his pelvis. You gurgled and choked, vision hazy from lack of air, but the sensation of him unloading straight into your gut had you shaking.

Or maybe that was the oxygen deprivation.

When he finally released you, you were a barely conscious mess. Freddy slowly withdrew his length from your mouth, a trail of seed and saliva dribbling messily from your lips. Tear streaks ran heavily down your cheeks, breaths coming in trembling full-bodied gasps. He scoffed, wiping the head of his cock across your face.

“Whore,” the demon said, almost affectionate.

“Asshole,” you croaked in response, licking your lips. A little ashy, bitter. All Freddy.

Freddy’s claws ran down your chest, smearing blood and trailing tauntingly across your skin. The graze of cold metal shouldn’t have had you leaning in as it did; like a well-trained pup to its master. “If you think we’re anywhere close to done…”

Oh, no. You had no such belief. After all, the bastard still owed you yours. And you intended to get paid back in kind for your services.

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Which DC characters are you craving (for lack of a better word :P) to write for?

Honestly, I'll write for anyone, I enjoy DC characters in general!

But Jason Todd is a particular love of mine. Poor bastard that he is.

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First request! This was sent by an anon party on discord whom I love and adore and treasure.

Brahms Heelshire x GN! Reader

Prompt: Overhearing Masturbation

Warnings: nonconsensual voyeurism, general smut.

Brahms knew the mansion like the back of his hand. He knew every audible creak, every weak floorboard, every crack and crevice where light could shine through to reveal the man hidden behind. This house was a part of him, just as he was apart of it. A decade plus of it being his entire world certainly aided in that regard.

Which made the soft sounds, muffled and hesitant, that echoed straight into his room feel deafening.

He knew the creaks and groans, the moans and whispers of the house. He knew them like a lover; like a part of himself. These… were not that. No, rather than ambient sounds of a house aged and heavy with history, these had a direct source.

Brahms just had to find it.

It was well past midnight, long since when he should have been abed, but the sounds beckoned him to rise and follow. Curiosity was a dangerous thing, yet Brahms could never deny its sweet temptation. He slipped through the narrow walls, slipping down rusted ladders and past tight passages with practiced ease despite his bulk. Every subtle breath and trembling sound caught his ears, coaxing him along, guiding better than any map.

When he finally found the source, Brahms honestly couldn’t say he was displeased. Surprised, perhaps, that a nanny would be so bold, but definitely not unhappy with the turn of events.

Where he had expected to find an intruder, perhaps even the long-since-lost hope that his parents were returning, Brahms instead found… You. In your room. Occupied.

Not unpleasantly, no - you weren’t with another party and breaking the rules. Rather, he found you in your room, door locked and curtains shut pleasuring yourself. He knew the sounds well, having made more than a few of his own in moments of longing. Several of your shirts were well stained with his desires filled in the dead of night.

But to find you like this? All laid out for his own private viewing pleasure?

Well… perhaps Brahms could be a bit naughty tonight.

You needn’t ever know, he promised himself, eyes transfixed on your writhing body. His knuckles were white from his grip on the wall boards. Barely a sliver was cut into the wall paper, just enough to see you. See your hands, stroking eager flesh, chasing release so fervently. Enough to bask in your muted sounds of pleasure; your gasps, your whimpers, your choked-back moans.

He wanted to be the one to wring those from you. Brahms wanted to touch you, to hold you, to bring you physical bliss beyond compare.

To kiss you.

Large fingers brushed cold porcelain, tracing the sculpted cupid’s bow, the flesh beneath brushing the hardness in a facsimile to a kiss. It would feel different, he knew, to press against your mouth rather than this. Warm; alive. God, you would feel so alive and his hands trembled at the merest thought of the contact.

Brahms choked on a gasp of his own, hastily tearing open his fly to join you. Even if he couldn’t yet take care of you himself right now, he could find solace in your own moments of private pleasure. Worn, cool fingers eagerly pumped hard flesh, eyes fixated on your body.

He wanted to trace every curve with his tongue, cradle every part of you like it was made of glass. Make you see stars with his mouth, his fingers, his body. You might care for him during the day, but at night, you would be his to love and cherish.

Teeth gnawed dry lips, smothering sounds that sought to escape. No, you couldn’t know Brahms was here. Not yet. You just knew the doll and he would play the part for now. Until he could be sure you would be his. Only his.

All his.

Your muffled cry, barely covered by your hand, of sweet release brought Brahms to his own. Head lolling back, a full body shudder wracked him, almost bringing him to his knees. White painted the other side of your wall - a mural to your beauty that you would never see.

You both panted, one voice unheard to the other, slipping down from your highs. One day, Brahms, vowed. One day, you would never have to seek the comfort of your own hand.

And neither would he.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

How do you do, Fellow Slasher/DBD Folks?

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Chapter 3 is now posted! :3

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technically this is fanart for @thesuspiciousorange for their fic As a Dead Man to Dying Men because ghostface does indeed take a (surprise) vacation and leaves dwight to take up the mantle among....other things.

[thesuspiciousorange]

sobbing and weeping and loving and hugging

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

How do you do, Fellow Slasher/DBD Folks?

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Hey guess what, chapter 2 is now posted. I know, I surprised even myself.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

How do you do, Fellow Slasher/DBD Folks?

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works