I mean, everything about him was. He was such a sweetheart.. prettiest boy you had ever laid your two eyes on. Nice and respectful, a good listener. God, the way this man made you feel shouldâve been a crimeâ on your part: because how could you want to ruin a boy as sweet as this?
But it was okay⊠you knew it, so did he. He wanted it just as much as you didâ and god, did you want it. To feel him squirming beneath your hips, to hear him whimpering and whining utter nonsense. Poor baby, so easily flustered.. you knew it from the moment you laid your eyes on Herman⊠you wanted him. All of him.Â
He wanted you too. From head to toe, inside and out⊠there was nothing he didnât find beautiful about you. He was enamored the moment the two of you met. Your patience, kindnessâ the way you never teased him for his âissueâ. He remembered the first time you had ever touched him: as simple as it was, he couldnât help but feel like his entire body was on fire. He had been trying to talk to you, but his stutter got so bad that he eventually got frustrated enough and just stopped talking. Gosh, it was so embarrassing⊠he knew what he wanted to say to you, how to say itâ it was so simple, and yet he just couldnât get it out coherently.. correctly.
The feeling of your soft hand on his cheek snapped him out of any and all self deprecating thoughts he was having. He looked at you, into your gorgeous eyes. You told him it was okay, for him to take his time. That you didnât mind, and that all you wanted to do was listen to him. And here you were thinking he was the good listener.Â
So now youâre here, a few weeks later: inside of your small apartment somewhere in the city. The room was still, the sounds of light squelching and kisses filling your ears. You had the Waterboy beneath you, trapped between your thighs all the while he acted like there was nowhere else heâd rather be. Soft and gentle kisses had turned into passionate and desperate ones: for the first time since youâve known him, you realized just how desperate Herman was.Â
âAwh..â you pouted, pulling back for a bit of air while you slid your hands up and around his chestâ to his neck, his shoulder, his cheek. A soft sound left the both of you as he twitched his hips up into yours, his head falling back against the couch ever so slightly. âYouâre so pretty, Yâknow that?â You whisper into his ear. Herman lets out a soft cry, the grip he had on your hips tightening as he slid his hands up to your waist.Â
âPl-please.. I canâtâ I.. youâ need you..â he whimpered out almost impatiently. You couldnât help but smile and press a kiss to his jaw. His sounds were like music to your ears, you swore. The way he couldnât sit still, the way he constantly had to have a firm and reassuring grip somewhere on your body. You pull back, looking into his eyes with a teasing smile. âCâmon, baby⊠I need to hear it.. need to know how pretty you are..â you press another soft kiss to his lips- and then another. God, you were driving him crazy.Â
He let out a whine, writhing beneath you impatientlyâ red and flustered. âIâ but⊠canât..â he whimpered. âPlease..ââ he nearly cried. The firm print of his cock was pressing against your core from beneath his clothes: the feeling back your cunt twitch and flutter at just the thought of taking him inside of you.Â
A finger of yours found itself pressed against his lips, going to shush him gently. Poor boy⊠you knew how insecure and nervous he was. Right before you could speak any form of reassurance, you felt a warmth around the pad of your fingertip. Your gaze dips down, just to see that Herman had actually taken your finger into his mouth. He was looking up at you, brows furrowedâ almost like he was ashamed. But you could tell. You could tell he wanted this, all of it- so bad.Â
From the way his cock twitched when you curled your fingers deeper into his mouth, to the way he slowly started to move your hips back and forth against his ownâ you could tell.Â
You cooed, pressing your forehead against his as you let out a whimper yourself, his bulge pressing the seam of your pants into your clit in the best way possible. Now you were getting desperateâ not that you werenât already⊠you just needed to hear him say it. âCâmon, sweet boy⊠tell me how pretty you are, I promise Iâll give you everything you wantâŠâ you beg, fingers that were once in his mouth now playing with his nipple through the fabric of his suit.
He went to object, shaking his head at firstâ but the moment you ground down on his cock in return he couldnât help it, couldnât hold back any longer. He let out a sob, tears prickling his eyes because of how hard he was. âF-fine..â yes, pretty.. mâpretty..yes..?â He cried out, the speed that you were both grinding at bringing him closer to the edge. âIâm y-your boy.. prettyâ boy..â he hiccuped, nodding along with you as you giggled, finally going to pull him out. âGood boy..â you whispered softlyâ sweetly. He let out a loud moan as you wrapped your fingers around his cock finally, pumping up and down just a few times before lifting your hips and letting him pull your layers down.
You knew Herman was a shy guy: awkward, silly. But all of those things were traits you found charming about him.. you loved it all. You truly did.Â
You knew that when you started bouncing on his cock, that when those beautiful cries and moans left his mouth oh so sweetly and loudly, that your neighbors would likely complain. But you didnât care.Â
-he is so domestic its concerning. cleaning the house, making dinner you name it, hes doing it.
-when his nails get super long he gives back scratches and he somehow always knows where to scratch?? hes just good like that
-when he's hungry, he brings home people and hides them in the outhouse so he can go outside and snack on them when he feels like it
... or if you're feeling generous he'll snack on you
-he definitely sleeps on his back like a true vampire but cuddles with you when he's awake so you don't feel alone
-since he's basically nocturnal he is has to force himself to sleep during the night just so he's with you
-he loves cheek kisses. small pecks, long kisses that linger, he does not gaf. just loves feeling your lips on him. but especially loves it on his cheek.
-remmick is like 400 years old so this man KNOWS stuff. he has lived through so much shit he can talk about it for hours. and he will. if you let him.
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-i dont care what anyone says, this whore is a SUB. either a full on, twinky little sub or a service dom. either way, he wants to please you, not be rough or hurt you
-... however.
-he is a vampire. and he does have fangs. and he will gladly use those fangs on you if you wish. he will not turn you.. yet.
-his favourite place in the whole world is between your legs. his heart doesn't beat so he technically doesn't need to come up to breathe, right?
-has accidentally overstimulated you many times.
-sometimes he comes in the house covered in blood and you offer to wash it off him. that being said, when he's in the bathtub, getting the dry blood cleaned off his arms he can't help but ask if you can join him
-some light choking. receiving and giving. its just when he's so deep in you and your head tilts back- god your neck is right there its so perfect he just has to hold it and see the way your eyes roll back when he applies a tiny amount of pressure.
-he doesn't leave the house during the day. of course he doesn't, he will burn alive. so when you come back home and laugh about how you were hit on in town by some random drunk he's seething. as a message, he'll leave hickeys and bites in places that can't be easily hidden by a few dabs of concealer.
-can (and will) go on for hours. until he's shaking and your clawing at his back which is another little kink of his
âĄïžAdam Stanheight x alt fem! Reader HEADCANNOS âĄïž
SFW + NSFW
Here's a song I HC that he likes for you to read along to :)
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He loves to watch you put on your makeup/ eye liner and will totally ask you to put some on him before going out to a gig. He will also buy you loads of new eyeliners every time he sees that you've ran out, despite having no money at all.
He's a bit of a snob when it comes to music, he's constantly trying to one up your music taste and prove that his is, obviously, superior. Because he doesn't listen to Deftones "babe, come on! You really like those guys, they're so mainstream now."
You guys match outfits all the time, it's a very 'overdressed girlfriend, underdressed boyfriend' type of relationship. But he loves when you get all dressed up, he thinks you're even hotter.
If you have tattoos, he's BEGGING you to let him colour them in. He doesn't have any tattoos himself but he adores your designs, no matter the style. Whether you have neo-traditional, hyper realism, or pink cyber core stuff, he loves tracing them while falling asleep on your chest.
This man loves kisses. Anywhere and everywhere. He must kiss you before either of you leave the apartment, after he has a nightmare one of the only things that can comfort him is a sweet, little kiss from his loving girlfriend.
Another thing he loves is to cuddle. I feel like his love language is physical touch, especially after the trap. He likes the security of having another person wrapped around him, or simply the reassuring touch of another person.
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He's a switch (let's be real) when he doms he's pretty soft, nothing too hardcore. But when he subs, he's a total brat. Loves to say sassy little comebacks and taunt you, just to see how far you'll let him go without a punishment.
His favorite positions are missionary, cowgirl and doggy. He loves being able to look at your face as you cum, and being able to grab at your chest. Saying that, he also LOVES to hit it from the back, ESPECIALLY if you have a tramp stamp or back tattoo. He just wants to appreciate the art, no alterior motives here.
He's a chest kinda guy. Burying his face in them, holding them, cumming on them. He loves it all. And if they're pierced? Have a defibrillator on standby, because that may just kill him off.
I also HC that he's bisexual, I think he has more experience with women. But that's mainly from fear of what Scott would say if he ever found out. But if you ever wanted to add someone else to the bedroom, I don't feel it would be an immediate no from him.
It turns him on when you wear tall leather heels or anything leather in general. Something about the way it shines or feels under his fingers he just can't get enough of. And having his super sexy girlfriend tower over him? That's the cherry on top.
Hope you guys enjoyed this! My first ever time writing NSFW đđand yes, another HC list. I'll try and get some one shots out soon I swear. I just love Adam so much and have so many HCs for him âĄïž
đŽđđđđđđ! Remmick, completely obsessed with you after, during the darkest hour of the night, while you were heading to the nearby nightclub in search of your evening meal, you save him from a vampire hunter chase.
Remmick, who starts following you around like a puppy for months. Watching you enter the small apartment where you hide before sunrise until it sets again, seeing you take a taxi like any human would to reach a crowded enough place to find your next victim.
Remmick, who every night watches you feed but never kill, admiring your self-control and your ability to take care of them in their moment of weakness.
Remmick, who gets hard at the thought of your hands in his hair, calling him stupid nicknames while you comfort him and hold him close like you do with your victims.
Remmick, who gets shoved face-first against the wall, his arm twisted at a strange angle when you discover what heâs been doingâand he has the nerve to ask you to teach him how to control the hunger.
Remmick, who slowly becomes a constant in your life, breaking the repetitive cycle youâve lived for so long.
Remmick, who most of the time canât control himself, inevitably ending up earning punishment.
Your clawed fingers curled into his mouth making him cough and spit out blood and saliva but after recovering he continued to lick and suck your fingers like a sick pervert. He looked up at you with his shiny gray eyes, pouting at the treatment. His knees buried in the puddle of the alley.
âYouâre pathetic. How hard can it be to not open a humanâs throat when theyâre just standing there and quiet?â
A small moan escaped him as his hands balled into tight fists on his legs, clearly hurt by your comment.
You looked down and stared at the erection that was forcefully pushing against the flap of his pants. The bastard was enjoying it after all.
âYou little pervertâŠâ your boot pressed against the bulge making him mewl against your fingers. His canines scraping against your flesh hurting you but not too much. You alternated the pressure with simple movements making him moan and growl like a whore in heat.
You pulled your fingers from his mouth and with your hand smeared with liquids you pulled his head back, grabbing him by the hair, so he could look you in the eyes.
âIâll do betterâŠI swear, darlinâŠâ the boot pressed on the glans, choking the words in his mouth and making him curse âS-shitâŠfuckâŠâ
His hips moved against the sole for more stimulation as his body shook with need.
âIâll be goodâŠa good boyâŠâ
You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth as you watched him anchor himself to your calf to fuck himself harder and faster against your foot.
âIâm so fucking sorry, I disappointed ya, loveâŠlet me make it up to youâŠlet me-â just before he could paint his pants with his cum, you shifted your boot and cupped his face in one hand, lifting him up with your torso and forcing him to stare at you from inches away. A desperate moan escaped him at the sudden and total lack of friction, stopping his orgasm.
âThen do it.â
And Remmick, those few other times when he does succeed, earning praise and gratification.
âLook at me, pretty boy.â The trickle of drool soaked the pillow beneath Remmickâs head as he tilted his head back up, looking up at you with eyes half-mast and red as burning embers.
His breath hitched as one of your hands reached his cheek, giving him a light, comforting caress.
âSo cute.â You leaned into him, the bare skin of your chest pressed against his as your lips fused with his. His response was as fierce as ever, devouring your mouth as if he were starving.
A grunt vibrated inside you as he lifted his hips to slide his needy, dripping cock between the cheeks of your ass.
You separated from him, towering over him again with a small smirk on your lips at his desperate, confused state. No matter how many times you fucked him, he always sounded like a man who spent months in the desert and you were the only source of water nearby.
âPlease, darlinâŠIâve been good. I need ya, so much.â He groaned, gripping your hips desperately to keep him from moving any further. He knew what rushing things with you would mean.
You took his hands in yours and, interlocking your fingers, slowly pushed them back until they were pressed to the sides of his head, sinking into the pillow, your face hanging down on his.
You watched his lips part in a broken moan and his eyes roll into the back of his head as the tip of his cock slid between your soaked folds and into your tight channel.
Your breath left you in one fell swoop, in unison with his, as your hips connected. Your ass resting on his thighs, tense and shaking from the effort of remaining still beneath you.
âYouâre killing me right now, love⊠pleaseâŠâ
Your hips rose immediately after his plea. You quickly began to get used to the stretch and the feeling of him inside you and halfway there you came back down violently. The tip that touched that spot inside you that made you shiver and drool.
âThat's it, that's it, love.â Remmick squeezed your still connected fingers, the moans and groans that came out from behind his sharp teeth were music to your ears as you established a steady rhythm. âYou squeeze me so good.â
A movement of your hips and your walls tightening in pleasure made him arch his back and your instincts took over. Your teeth closed on his throat, tearing skin and flesh as streams of hot blood ran over your tongue. His emotions that came in waves until they left you spent, no longer distinguishing where his pleasure began and where yours.
âYes, yes!â His hips began to thrust in sync with yours as your fingers cradled the side of his neck to hold him steady against your mouth. âMake me yours. Fuck, donât ever leave me, darlin. Iâll commit myself. Iâll be goodâŠfuck, I-!â
The explosion of his pleasure, given through blood, pushed you to climax at the same time, your walls tightening around him to milk him dry as his seed filled you.
Your teeth left his neck and his lips settled on your forehead in an affectionate gesture as he wrapped his arms around your waist and forced you to slump against him.
This is my first ever HC list, please leave any tips in the comments <3
I'm thinking about doing something relating to music and Saw characters so lmk if you guys want something like that :)
He absolutely loves cats. He loves drawing them and wants to get a tattoo of one in the future. His favorite cats are probably black and calico.
He has absolutely no idea on how to do laundry, he just throws his clothes in the machine with some soap and prays.
He's a bit of a music snob and will always try and out do your taste "yeah I've heard of them, before they got really big. I bet you haven't heard of these guys though."
He's bisexual (obviously) I also don't think he has any preference. But probably has more experience with women than men.
He loves an ice cold Dr.Pepper it's definitely his favorite drink besides cheap beer.
Poor guy has no clue how to cook at all, he's been living on microwave meals and cup noodles for years.
He collects physical music media, obviously Saw is set in 2001 but I think he just genuinely likes being able to hold his favorite albums and look through the booklets for any extra info on the band.
He thinks 'Wrath Of The Gods' are absolutely terrible, but he's a good enough friend to Scott to still go out of his way to promote them to anyone he sees in the corridors of his shitty apartment.
Hates people that order fancy cocktails for no reason at all, unless you're his friend then he'll say "yeah their drinks are stupid and over the top, but yours is fine I guess".
He's trans :) He transitioned about age 18 once he got into university and realized that there's a whole community of people that felt just like him. He also has attended pride many times before, and if him and Lawrence ever got together (they did I'm their cat btw) he's dragging him along every June.
Sorry this is so short XD it's my first real post on here! I just love Adam Sm and Saw in general. I really want to write different characters opinions of certain bands/movies/TV shows but idk if that's actually interesting or just to niche.
Hai everyone, I'm Adam-Stanheight-Lover but you can call me 'Star'! I love Saw, music, video games, painting and fashion. This is my only Tumblr account (not that anyone would try to steal my stuff).
I'm an amateur writer and I am happy to announce that I am officially taking requests! SFW ONLY!!â€ïž
I will mainly write HC lists but I may also write some 'x reader' content or some ship content (if it's not weird). You can submit a request using the 'ask me' box on my profile. I'm willing to write for;
Pretty much any saw character but mainly Adam, Amanda, Daniel Matthews and Lawrence
Ville Valo
Bam Margera
Chris Raab
Dico
Bucky Barnes
Jesse pinkman
Ellis (L4D2)
Johnny Storm
Cleo De Nile + Clawdeen Wolf (probably more MH characters so we'll see)
If you want a specific character that you don't see here you can comment them under a post and I'll consider them depending on if I'm in the fandom/ think I can write about them well.
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I will always try to add a song to my posts as they are a huge source of inspiration for me.
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Ovulating so I'm thinking a lot about Micah in bed. Brace yourselves, is all I'm saying here actually. đ
I don't like how most headcanons make him out to be a super rough, heartless and degrading partner. Of course, if that's someone's personal headcanon, I won't complain about it too much since it's up to anyone's interpretation, however I think it's very different. I think that Micah treats his partner in bed much differently, but also it depends on the relationship status he has with them.
A working girl? He might not be as mindful. I can see him being more selfish and maybe rough here, mainly because he's the type to say he paid for it, so he can do what he wants.
Now let's say he's in a committed relationship. Rare, but let's just imagine it. Me personally, I think he's a lot less self-centered as this would be someone he's interested in and loves, and from what we've seen in the game, the things and people he actually likes are treated much differently to others. Like Baylock, for example.
On the topic of his horse, I actually think Micah likes praise much more than degradation. It heavily depends on his mood or who he's with, but with praise, I also think it's different to the usual we see in fanfiction. The connection to Baylock here is that I think Micah praises his partner like he would his horse. In a way, I'm saying he doesn't know how to normally praise a person because he's not used to doing that. Something like, "Good girl/boy.", "You're doing great.", "Keep going like that.", "You did amazing." and others seems more like his thing rather than complimenting someone and such. Also, humiliation. Different to degradation of course, he finds a very fun aspect of intimacy to be saying... somewhat questionable things to you that somehow always turn out to sound very appealing and even arousing. Take this for example; you're having sex and receivingâand Micah also can't stop talking during intimacy, but that's just another headcanon I gotâwhen Micah turns his dirty talk from maybe, "Look at you, taking me so nice 'n easy." or "You like this? Like what I'm doing to you?" to, for example, a plausible but embarrassing scenario like, "Imagine if I fucked you like this and _ saw us." or outright telling you he'd fuck you in front of someone. Bonus points if it's someone that's shown you any amount of attention at one point. He seems like the type to run on jealousy. Like, he doesn't want to share. I honestly think that Micah likes to get a reaction out of you, more than anything. He'll say whatever comes to mind in an effort to get you to react to his words, to get a laugh in for himself.
Ok I'm done now. Too much horny for today and I'm very tired. And this probably makes no sense. Good bye guys
alejandro who has you wrapped up in a headlock from behind as he plows into you. his muscly biceps squishing your cheeks together and lightly choking you every time he drives his hips against your ass.
"mmm, cariño," alejandro growls into your ear. you have hands clawing at his forearms but not to pull him away at all. fuck you just love the way he traps you there against him. evidently he's strong enough to keep you from falling forward and away from him.
his warm chest against your back leaves you nowhere to go but him. both upright, you're basically in his lap as he grinds into you.
"what's got you so worked up, hm?" he cockily groans into your ear. he flexes, course he does. suddenly your airway gets blocked and you gasp out. "oh, you like that? i felt it."
and you don't deny it. you're throbbing, clenching around his dick as he chokes you with his biceps.
right before this you think alejandro was purposely showing off in front of you. bracing against the door, tables, and showcasing the veins in his forearm. he made it a point to motion towards something at the table and then take your chin in his hand to bring your gaze up to his face. "something caught your eye?" he asked as if he didn't know.
god, the way he had to pin you to the bed and cage you in between his huge arms. your breath hitched and that's when you knew you were trapped. he normally loves to have you in missionary, but why not indulge you today? plus the way you were gripping into his wrists and trailing up and down while he was grabbing at your hips told him to step it up a knotch.
effortlessly he'd flipped you over and yanked you back onto his dick. but instead of leaving you on all fours he wrapped you up in his arms and brought you close to rut into you.
"tell me, cariño. tell me how you're feeling." you groan out and try to grind back against his hips. he grips you harder and sends a mean thrust against you. the dig of his arms into your chest has you throbbing and his dick twitching in response. "words."
"feels good, i love it," you admit while alejandro gives you some sensual thrusts. "love how you're fucking me, how you're holding me."
he grins. "yeah? you like when i hold you this close? you like when i move you around like it's nothing?"
you dig your nails into his arm and groan out. "yes. your arms.."
"my arms?" he prods. he brings his hips back and starts pounding into you once more. "you like my arms that much?"
you nod, or try to, and alejandro keeps nudging the tip of his dick further and further into you. nothing gets him off more than the sight of you blissed out over his dick, over him. he holds you tight in a headlock before pounding away at you. the brute strength of his hips makes your head dizzy. while his arms could manhandle you like nothing, he planned on reducing you to nothing with his dick.
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Summary : Set four months after Charles leaves with the Wapiti. You and Charles try to figure out what to do after the gang falls apart. Comfort fic
Warnings/tags : Mention of dead bodies, death, shooting, Established realtionship. Let me know if I missed any
divider by @saradika
Unfortunately for you, you found yourself in this situation more than often. Cupping your steaming cup of coffee watching as the sun turned the magenta sky a burnt orange hue.
It was a beautiful sight, something that should have spread warmth throughout your body, like the near boiling liquid you forced down your throat. Instead, it left a bitter taste in your mouth. You should be back in your bedroll, curled up in Charles' warm embrace. Feeling the soft puff of his breath against your neck, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back.Â
You pulled your shawl tighter around your body, although there was no chill in the air. The Wapiti were settled, as settled as they could be. Forced off their land again, and again. As much as you hoped they would not be displaced again, you knew it was mostly wishful thinking. You grit your teeth, a spark igniting in your belly that had been smoldering for months.
It had been four months, and you knew what Charles would say if he was awake, four months isnât a long time. Four months since John got shot, four months since the last time you had seen Arthur alive, four months since you took the grieving Wapiti north, farther away from their lands. Four months since you last saw the gang, or what was left of it. If you could even call Dutchâs ramblings and whatever fools Micah brought along the van der linde gang.Â
Thatâs not what it had been when you had joined, when Hosea had caught you stealing from him in that saloon back in Wyoming. A small chuckle left your lips, shaking your head as you recalled his crooked smile as he cornered you leaving the bar. Your smile faltered, just another one of your family buried under the ground. Another one you and Charles buried.
At least he wasnât alone, poor Lenny next to him. You always thought his sickness would catch him before a bullet did. But you were always the dreamer. More like Dutch in that regard.Â
Dutch.
You threw your cup as far as you could, swallowing the sob that threatened to break past your lips.Â
âWhat did that cup ever do to you?â Charles' groggy voice asked, pulling the tent flap back. The bright morning light illuminates him, like your own personal beacon.Â
âBurnt my tongue.â You mumbled, crossing your arms.
âAnd thatâs the cup's fault?â He asked, raising an eyebrow as he strode towards you. He stood beside you, his dark skin glowing in the dawn.Â
âYes.â You said, a deep rumbling chuckle worked through his chest.Â
âStubborn.â He said softly, shaking his head. You hummed, tearing your eyes away from him. A deer, a stag, broke across the plains. Pausing for a moment as he caught sight of you and Charles, before he ran off.Â
âWas it the same one?â His voice broke the silence, your stomach sinking into the pit of your stomach.
âWhat do you mean?â You could practically hear his eyes roll in his head. You knew what he meant, was it the same nightmare that had been plaguing you since you came across Grimshawâs body, Arthurâs body. âYes.â You said, your lip twitching as you sighed.
He hummed, nodding as he crossed his arms. He didnât speak, didnât talk just to fill the air. It was another thing you loved about him. He was comfortable enough to just⊠be.
Something that had drawn you towards him in the first place. He was calm, quiet, and collected. Someone like him didnât come along often in your line of work. Men who ran in gangs were normally brash, loud, abrasive, sometimes down right intolerable. He wasnât a man without a few faults, you had seen that flash of anger spike through him once or twice. But it was healthy, having passion and morals wasnât a crime. Shooting fellas who didnât was but you had committed worse crimes in your lifetime than killing a poacher or a racist. He was⊠helpful, kind, maybe a bit cold at times. You didnât mind, you liked just being in his presence, sharing his company without having to worry about coming up with something to say.
It happened quickly, falling in love with Charles. Like the way cold spreads through your body after dipping your toe into a river. It overtook you, he overtook you.Â
You avoided it at first, avoided him. Took odd jobs from Dutch, spent as little time around camp as possible. But it was like he had crawled under your skin, infiltrating your every thought.
He took a different approach on his affection, one that involved cornering you once you returned to camp. You were glad for it, glad that he had the balls you lacked.
Since then you were inseparable. Like two halves of a whole, you felt complete around him. He felt like home, that in itself was a dangerous thought. After spending your whole life running from place to place, your âhomeâ being wherever you laid your head at the end of the day. It was strange, running towards someone instead of away. He allowed you to speak of your dreams without the fear of being told they were foolish. Looking back, he shouldnât have indulged you so. Shouldnât have allowed you to dream. Where did it get you?Â
Where did your loyalty get you?
âYouâve got that look again.â He mumbled, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
âWhat look?â You asked, as you turned to look at him
âThat look.â He said softly, pressing a finger between your furrowed brows. âTalk to me.âÂ
âI canât.â You swallowed thickly, hating how your voice broke. Hating how damn confusing everything got, your words were a constant stream in your mind that you couldnât make sense of.Â
He softened, frowning as he moved to cup your cheek.Â
âY/n,â He said gently, running his thumb over your cheekbone.Â
âI canât.â You whispered, blinking back the tears as you looked into his eyes. He let out a sigh, pulling you into his embrace. You buried your face into his chest, letting the tears fall. Hiccuping sobs wracked your frame as he gently shushed you, running his hands up and down your back.
âBreathe darlinâ.â He said softly, holding you tightly against him.Â
âI keep seeing them- seeing them lying there, rotting-â
âShh,â He shushed, pressing his lips to the crown on your head. âTell me what I can do.â He pleaded gently, petting your hair.
âJust- just hold me.â You mumbled, sniffling as you pressed yourself deeper into his embrace if that was even possible. He held you, his arms strong and secure around you. In that moment, no matter what had happened or what was to come, you were safe. You knew you would always be safe in his arms. You would always have a home with Charles.
So let the nightmares come, the law, it didnât matter. You had all you needed as long as he was beside you.
Summary: Based on this request:Â Can I get Charles catching the reader drawing him? I feel like itâd be so cute to see him all bashful n embarrassed that someone finds him attractive enough to make art of.Â
Words: 1369
Warnings: None.
A/N: Guess who just finished the Picture of Dorian Gray and is now making it her entire personality.
Your pencil was making swift strokes on the paper as your eyes flicked between the journal on the table and your subject. You watched his arms, muscular and thick, swing down as he chopped through a log. He used the back of his hand to wipe away the sweat from his forehead, and then reached out for another log, placing it down and once again chopping through it.
how am i still getting reblogs and likes on my 141+könig reacting to you taking off your mask ive literally went through a cod phase, a stardew valley phases, a spiderman phase, a venom phase, another stardew valley phase and now ive been in my red dead redemption for 2 years and my beetlejuice phase for about 8 months
Summary: Strange, supernatural occurrences have been happening around the Readerâs new home. Little does she know, a certain dead guy has taken a liking to her.
a/n: I love Beetlejuice sm. Canât wait to get to the smutty details on this one
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First it was some handprints on the mirror in your bathroom. Not really something out of ordinary. Choosing not to think much of it and going on with things. You had more important things to worry about than questioning who had put their grimy hands on your mirror.
But when things started going missing around the house, you grew concerned. Noting how one of your favorite pairs of panties had disappeared from the drawer. Catching the lingering smell of your expensive perfume and how the bottle somehow was disappearing at a rapid pace. Yet there was no sign of forced entry anywhere.
âItâs just kinda weirding me out,â you scanned around your bedroom as you were on the phone with your mom.
âMaybe itâs just one of your friends playing a prank on you,â she attempting to soothe you from the other end of the line.
âI donât think any of my friends who think something like this is funny,â you sighed sitting down on your bed. Lying back and covering your face with your arms. Frustrated by the strange and unusual things happening around your home.
âWell it is a possibility,â she snipped at you.
âOr this place is haunted and the ghost wants me out,â you snickered.
âOh donât be ridiculous. Youâve been watching too much TV,â you could hear her eye roll through the phone.
And maybe you had. You did love that show with that ghost-hunter who would discuss ghosts in homes of families. True crime being another favorite of yours. And you did live alone so it was easy for things to get to your head. Still too afraid to go into the upstairs of your new place. But you could not deny that you believed in the paranormal. There was no doubt in your mind.
âJust try and relax, honey,â your mom said as you ended the phone call. Throwing your legs over the bed when you noticed a flyer flipped over on the floor. Curiosity taking over as you picked it up. The picture of a man with long scraggly hair in a robe on a heart-shaped bed plastered on the front. Hearts and depictions of Cupid accenting the text.
âBio exorcist?⊠Looking for aâ love connection???â You were completely confused. Noticing how it urged you to call, but there was no phone number written on it. Just an oddly spelled name.
âBetelgeuseâŠ?â
There was a breeze blown through your room. Shocking your senses and causing you to rush up off your bed. Noticing how your bedroom window had blown open. Forcing it closed against the strangely strong wind. Remembering how it had not been windy all day.
Hands planting firmly on your hips as you turned around and scanned your entire room. âWhat the fuck is going on!â You proclaimed frustrated by everything happening around you. Deciding to go watch some TV in the living room in an attempt to cool down. Clicking on the newest episode of your favorite show.
âToday I want to talk to you about unwanted guests in your home,â the woman on the screen stared heavily into the camera. You laughed.
âSometimes, ghosts and ghouls will take a liking to the living. And when that happens, they will often try and reach out to you. Wanting to become a welcome guest in your home. Normally, theyâre satisfied when they catch your attention with some simpler tactics. Leaving footprints or handprints on your thingsââ You sat up suddenly more interested in what she had to say. âMaybe rearranging your stuff or taking something they noticed you use often. But when that does not work, they will begin taking more direct measures. Leaving stuff from their world for you. Causing strange small surges of weather or sounds. Depending on the level of dead youâre dealing with, they may even start speaking to you.â
You furrowed your brows. Everything she had said completely applied to you. Almost as if it was written for you. You quickly clicked the TV off, sitting forward with your hands against your legs. Your motherâs words rang in your mind. Youâve been watching too much TV. This was supposed to calm you down but it sent your mind into a spiral.
Storming off to your room and locking the door behind you. Breathing heavily as you leaned against the back. Hand gripping your chest as your breath heaved. Closing your eyes and cupping your mouth. Sliding down into the floor.
The paper flew across the floor. Sliding directly beside you. Eyes locked on the old flyer. Feeling like there was another pair of eyes in the room with you. âI donât understand what you want from me,â you sighed leaning your head against the door.
âI just wanna get to know you, babes,â a voice sounded like it was right against your ear. Scratchy and rough. You whipped your head around seeing if somehow, there was someone beside you. There was no one. A chuckle filled your room. You looked around, not seeing a remnant of a person.
âDid you break in?â Your voice cracked as you scanned for something to defend yourself with.
âNah. Iâve been here longer than you have, sweetheart,â that same voice came from under your bed now. Crawling over and looking under it. There was nothing. That same chuckle from before. âNice try looking, but you arenât gonna find me,â he laughed at you. You stood up. Hands running down your face, falling forward onto your bed. Sighing loudly as you stared at yourself in the mirror across from your bed. Loosing all caring you had for the situation at hand.
âSeems like Iâm losing ya here,â that voice grumbled above you, âAnd as much as I do love the view, I need a little more than that.â
The mirror began to fog up. You pushed yourself up getting closer to the glass. A finger began writing something on the mirror.
âBetelgeuseâŠâ you read out loud as the words continued to appear.
âBetelgeuse⊠Betelgeuse.â
âOH-HO-HO! Now thatâs what Iâm talking about!â The mirror began cracking, a bright green light shining through. Shielding your face as the glass hit the floor and your entire room illuminated with the green flash. Opening your eyes again to see a man in a striped black and white suit standing in front of you. Skin pale, greenish-blonde hair falling down to his shoulders, teeth discolored. Your jaw hung open in shock.
âOh my God,â you got out.
âI knew youâd come around, doll! Been waiting for you to say that sweet, sweet name of mine!â
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[END//PART 1]
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