I've had this request in my inbox for a long ass time. This is my first time writing for Pinhead so hopefully it's good. Enjoy!
Pinhead
Pinhead isnāt the kind of lover who showers you with affection, but his presence is constant. He listens when you speak, watches you with an intensity that makes you feel like the only person in the universe, and always ensures your needs, both physical and emotional, are met.Ā
While he isnāt overly expressive, Pinhead has a way of making you feel safe, even in the midst of his terrifying world. He places himself between you and anything that dares to threaten you. Not out of jealousy, but because you are his to protect.Ā
Despite his job to cause suffering, Pinhead never forces anything upon you. He understands that you are human. That means you are fragile in ways he is not and he adapts to that. If you need time to process things, he gives it to you. If you are scared, he does not mock you. Instead, he guides you through it with a firm but reassuring hand.Ā
While he doesnāt cuddle, he enjoys your presence. If you sit beside him in a quiet room, heāll let you lean against him. Sometimes, heāll place a hand on your shoulder. Itās a jester to let you know that he is always there for you.Ā
If you ever cry, he doesnāt dismiss your emotions. Instead he stands by your side, his voice low and soothing. āYour pain is not a weakness, my dear. It is proof that you have lived.ā He wipes your tears away with a touch that is unexpectedly gentle.Ā
Overtime, Pinhead becomes more intrigued by human comfort. He doesnāt understand why you like warm blankets or soft music, but he indulges you. If you fall asleep near him, he wonāt wake you. Heāll watch over you, but he is curious to know why you trust him enough to be vulnerable.Ā
While he rarely says āI love you,ā you can feel it in the way he watches you and the way he subtly adjusts his demeanor around you. When he calls you āMy Beloved,ā or āMy exquisite one,ā there is undeniable tenderness beneath his words.Ā
If you ever run your fingers over the lines of his face, tracing the intricate pins with care, he closes his eyes. Heās allowing the rare intimacy and you are the only one who can ever touch him so freely.Ā Ā
Pinhead is not a fleeting lover. Once you have his heart (or what remains of it at least), he is yours forever. There is no fear of abandonment, no risk of being forgotten. He will always come when you call. He always ensures that you are safe. And in his own strange way, he will love you more deeply than any mortal ever could.
(made up some of my own because i haven't seen any existing ones i likedā)
1. what's your favorite scary movie? you can only pick one.
2. what's your favorite horror subgenre?
3. you're planning a horror movie marathon with your friends - which movies are you picking?
4. you can go back in time and watch a horror movie of your choice on its premiere - which movie are you going to see?
5. if you were a character in a horror movie, what kind of movie would it be? what kind of character would you be? what would be your fate?
6. make a list: the soundtrack for your personal horror movie.
7. if you could remake a horror movie of your choice, which one would it be? how would your remake look like?
8. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: the local movie theater is showing your favorite horror movie but you've heard that something really fucked up happened at the theater in the town over; somebody got stabbed mid screening, apparently- but people are arguing about whether that was actually real or just some sort of publicity stunt... - are you still going to watch your favorite movie?
9. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: a murder has occurred. somebody you knew, though only in passing, got knifed by some psycho killer and the whole town is in shock. the school fool has taken it upon themselves to throw a party in the midst of all of this, "to celebrate life", as they say. - you get an invitation but are you going to the party?
10. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: you see a hitchhiker. do you pick them up?
11. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: you're a counsellor at a summer camp, newly re-opened after almost a decade. after a long day of getting everything ready for the campers, you are sitting at the fire with the other counsellors and one of them starts telling you how this place is supposed to be haunted, cursed, whatever term you want to use. your mind instantly connects the kind-of-odd things you've noticed and the strange feeling you've been getting throughout the day to this newly learned information. do you leave the camp? or at least consider doing so?
12. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: a strange figure is standing in front of your window; unmoving and simply staring at you. - what do you do?
13. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: you escaped the killer but your friends are still stuck on their hunting ground, hiding and running for their lives. do you go back for them?
14. could you be the final girl? be realistic.
15. you're offered the chance to privately talk to a horror villain of your choice, currently kept secure in a government facility. your safety during the encounter is guaranteed. do you take the offer? and if you do, who do you pick? why?
16. would you rather try to escape from michael myers chasing you with a knife, jason voorhees chasing you with his machete or freddy krueger tormeting you in your dreams and chasing you with his glove?
17. would you rather have a whimpering leatherface inch his chainsaw up your thigh or have billy lenz call you at all hours of the day moaning obscenities?
18. would you rather have billy lenz or ghostface harrass you over the phone?Ā
19. would you rather have chucky try and transfer his soul into your body or have the sawyer family try and put you on their dinner table?
20. would you rather summon candyman or open the box leading the cenobites to you?
21. the asker gets to make up a would-you-rather question of their own.
22. there's a rip in the fabric of the universeĀ and you find yourself warped into a horror movie. which one is it? pick a movie you actually find interesting enough to want to be a part of, maybe one you've already imagined yourself as a character in- not one you just think would be easiest to stay alive in. the rules to your current situation are unclear; you don't know whether this is one of those "if you die in here, you die in real life" scenarios or not- so let's just aim for some fun.
23. is there a scary story that really frightens you or that just really stuck with you? a legend, a myth, something real or something purely fictitious?
24. do you have any personal scary stories? something that happened to you or somebody close to you?
25. what are some things that give you the total creeps? places, items, even certain times, that you try to avoid whenever possible?
26. do you believe that friday the 13ths are unlucky, lucky or just ordinary days like any other?
27. make a list: unlucky items.
28. make a list: lucky items.
29. do you have a superstition that stuck with you the most? a favorite superstition, perhaps?
30. do you believe in the legends and origins behind halloween?
31. are you dressing up this halloween?
32. what have you always wanted to dress up as on halloween but never had the chance to do?
33. make a list: halloween preparation shopping list.
34. what's your favorite halloween treat?
35. make a list: halloween playlist.
36. do you have any favorite halloween traditions? any you personally follow or would like to follow?
37. what is the best way to spend halloween, in your opinion?
38. do you have any tips on how to make sure that your halloween is going to be awesome?
39. what would be the most ideal way to spend halloween to you? you can be as unrealistic as you want.
40. it's halloween! where are you? drunk off saints blood and levitating naked around the bonfire in the forest with the girls? or going on a thrill-kill spree, not worrying about being caught because you're blending in with the rest of the costumed and blood stained crowd, with the boys?
41. it's halloween! the clock strikes midnight and at the edge of town, a witch is trying to summon you. what items will she need for the spell to work?
42. are there any future horror releases that you are looking forward to?
43. what do you think of modern horror? in general, but also in comparison to horror of the past?
44. do you have any musings on what the future of horror may be?
Can we get a fanfic where billy gets pegged by the reader well stu is tied to a chair with a vibrator tied to him as a punishment for Stu?
Maybe with a bit of reversal of roles where the reader degrades stu and billy?
Decided to kill two birds with one stone and answer this ask whilst also doing some Kinktober~
Hope you enjoy anon!
Kinktober 2021 - Day 4
Prompt: Spanking l Role Reversal l Knife play
Pairing: poly!Ghostface x afab!GN!Reader
TW: NSFW.
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You could hardly contain your excitement, blunt teeth digging into your bottom lip as you take in the sight before you. He was art, pure art. An abstraction in the flesh. Your hand strokes down his chest, and his breath hitches beautifully.
"You look pathetic like this, Loomis." Haughtiness envelops your voice, the sheer power you felt making the tips of your fingers tingle. You give a sharp thrust with your silicon cock, earning a sharp intake of breath from the brunette below you.
"Fuck you." Billy spits out, eyes narrowed as he pulls at the bindings tieing him to the headboard. "This was supposed to be punishment for Stu, not me." He growls out as his eyes narrow, the sneer on his face doing nothing but allow arousal to pool further within you.
The sound of a whimper drags both your attentions, and your grin grows impossibly wider as you feel hear Stu shudder in his chair.
"Y-yeah. Come on, babe. This is torture. Turn it up." Stu speaks up, desperately trying to keep his composure, and failing dramatically. You see the muscles in his biceps and shoulders flex as he squirms against his own bindings. His cock was hard, achingly hard, and the bullet vibe taped to it had him leaking steadily, pre-cum running in rivulets down it and pooling in the crevice of his pelvis. You lick your lips.
"Aaaaw. What's wrong Stu?" You giggle out, another rough thrust resulting in Billy throwing his head back. "Can't take what you dish out? Can't take a little teasing from time to time?"
The blond groans at your words, hips canting upwards as you flick the remote in your hand up another level. The intense stimulation to his frenulum drove him wild, it was the most sensitive part of his cock, and you used that knowledge to your full advantage.
Setting the remote down, you regard Stu's drooling face for a moment more before turning you attention to Billy once again. His face was red, and he was glaring up at you as you fucked into him.
You figured now was a good time as ever to up the ante. The three of you had been doing this for awhile now, and you were sure if you didn't move it along, this role-reversal would become much rarer
"You two are so lucky." You sneer as you hoist yourself even further over Billy's body.
"Hey, wait a second, what are yo-." Billy's questioning is cut off as you take one of his legs, wrapping your arm around it and grunting as you hoist it up your shoulder. It was a bit difficult since you were smaller than the brunette, but you made do and started a brutal pace.
"Holy-fuck! Y/n!" Billy groaned out as you hit his prostate over and over, your free hand finally wrapping around his cock. Your eyes flash as he throws his head back once again, and you can't help the dirty words that spill from your mouth.
"'You're such a slut Y/n!', 'Beg for my cock Y/n!' Yeah? Well who's begging now?" You sneer, condescension and mockery dripping in your tone as you drive in and out of your boyfriend. His eyes widen, snapping to yours as his teeth sinks into his bottom lip at your words. Fuck. That shouldn't get to him the way it does.
"And you!" Your voice rings out sharply, turning your head to the teary blond. "You always talk such big shit. Always have that stupid grin on you as you tease me for hours." A growl leaves your lips as you recall the recent memory of Stu driving you mad, not letting you cum as he ate you out languidly, the elation on his face as he enjoyed torturing you and turning you into a quivering mess.
"Well now, it's my turn. Cum you fucking slut."
You flick the remote to it's highest setting and Stu practically yells out, tears pooling in his eyes when he finally releases all over himself, your name falling like rapturous prayer from his lips.
The sight, the sound, and situation itself had Billy not far behind. Your fake cock pounds against his prostate in perfect rhythm, and you twist your wrist on his shaft just the way you know he loved. With a final animalistic grown of your name, he spills as well, thick ropes of hot cum bursting from his cock and painting his sweat-soaked chest white.
You laugh breathlessly as you slow down, eventually stopping once Billy's hands shakily pressed themselves against your hips.
"Nnngh - AH - babe! T-turn it o-off. Please!" Stu grinds out as his jaw locks, overstimulation setting in. You blink. Oh yeah. The vibrator was still on it's highest setting, and as Stu begins thrashing and Billy begins chuckling tiredly at the man, you smirk.
"What do you mean? Weren't you begging me to turn it up? you can give me one more can't you, baby?"
summary: a hopeless romantic, you keep looking for love in all the wrong places, with all the wrong guys. that is, until you meet billy loomis and stu macher, who take pity on you and try to help you learn when a guy just isnāt into you.
What are your Headcanons of Ghostface, Thomas and Michael with an extremely airhead s/o. That can easily get distracted and wander off to the woods during the night because they saw a shiny thing, or someone that randomly say something like "Does helicopters have honks?" After being silent for 10 minutes.
Gives Danny an excuse to insist you stay around him all of the time - or at least, any time you both have outside of trials.
What about it? He's gotta keep an eye on you - hell it's how you two even met outside of a trial in the first place. You THOUGHT you saw some sort of glimmer out in the woods, and while you were correct, it wasn't anything pretty or interesting like you'd anticipated. Rather, it had been the gleam of the campfire against Danny's knife as he did what he enjoyed most; staking out and looming in the woods around the Survivors' campfire. He just can't risk letting you wander off and end up running into another Killer - no sirree.
He definitely teases you about it. A lot. "Aww, what's that bruise from? Did someone accidentally walk into a tree again?"
Of course, to anyone else it would sound like he was genuinely picking on you, but the subtle inflection in his voice that he only had when speaking to you was a dead giveaway he meant it fondly.
Or as fondly as Danny could. As much as he did love you, he's a sadistic fuck and will absolutely take advantage of it during any trials the two of you have together. He just can't help it - you just look too cute running from him, and he can't waste any opportunity to get a photo or two of you pinned under him.
Thomas Hewitt
Oh no, no, no, no no no no.
Tommy does not like this one bit.
Sure, it can be cute, and sure, it gives him a reason to keep more of an eye on you than he already does, but one of these days you're going to get hurt and he does not want that - !
Especially with all of the clutter tools laying around the Hewitt household; you nearly gave him a heart attack when you tripped and fell face first over a chair because you were too preoccupied watching a moth crawl along the ceiling as you walked to notice where you were going.
Is absolutely perplexed by the types of questions you ask out of the blue most of the time. Do helicopters honk? Do dogs have belly buttons? Do trees talk to each other? Honey, even if he could, he'd have no idea how to answer. You'll just get a pat on the head from Tommy whenever you ask these.
You know what.... just stay by his side, okay? Right by his side - okay? Unless he has work to do down in that basement of his, or for Hoyt - you may as well be handcuffed to him with how adamant he is that you stay right by him so he can keep you out of harm's way.
Michael Myers
Just how??? Sure, he knows you are smart, but how on earth does someone manage to be so airheaded at the same time?
You were nearly hit by a car late one night because of it; movement from the neighbor's cat across the street had gotten your attention, enough so that you paid absolutely none of it to any oncoming traffic. Had Michael not been there suddenly to grip the back of your shirt and pull you back to the sidewalk, the side of your thigh would've had a nice new tattoo from the grill of the car - if it wasn't broken, that is.
He's already been something like a silent protector of yours- but once he truly realizes just how spacey you can be at times, this is upped to the nth degree. You can be sure that even a task as simple as strolling to your mailbox absolutely warrants, in Michael's mind, his looming from a window, or from behind a tree, just to make sure you don't accidentally get yourself into any trouble.
Will not tolerate it if anyone gives you any shit for it. Coworker, boss, classmate, family, friend, anyone, gives you shit and insinuates that you're stupid, or anything of the sort for your tendency to space out on occasion? It would take leagues of begging on your end to keep him from retaliating - though preventing that would be next to impossible if their ridicule actually upset you.
As intimidating and cold as Michael may seem to be, and is, you're his S/O for a reason, and he'll be damned before he lets you get hurt.
hey! i love your work so much ive read the entirety of your thomas tag in a manic fit of infatuation ššš could i make a request for a s/o who LOVES when tommy gets loud in the bedroom? like by some miracle, hoyts out on patrol, ludas running the store, and montys out salvaging a car and s/o excitedly drags him up to their shared room so they can be as loud as they want and s/o BEGS tommy to not hold back the noises he tries to stifle? please and thank you i hope you have a lovely day ššš
Asking Thomas Hewitt to not stifle the sounds he makes during sex (NSFW):
You couldn't believe your luck. It was rare that everyone other than you and Thomas was out of the house, leaving the house to the two of you. Of course you still had your chores to completely, yours more domestic while Thomas' stayed in the basement. To hell with chores, you didn't care, you saw the opportunity and you were taking it. Who knows when another time like this would present itself.
You had wandered down to the basement with an innocent smile but a sway to your hips. It was relatively easy to seduce Thomas into abandoning his chores, they were nothing he held much passion for anyway, just some cleaning, some preparing, you were much more enticing.
So, with his hand in your smaller one, you dragged him up the basement stairs and then up the next. The two of you stumbling into your shared bedroom, kicking the door closed, giddy like teenagers.
The two of you undressed quickly. Thomas did enjoy taking his time with you but both of you knew that time was scarce right now, at least if you wanted to do this without having to hush each other.
So many nights (or days down in the basement) being careful, keeping movements slow or gentle enough to not shake the bed, to not make it squeak too loud, of hushing each other, placing hands over mouths, burying face into necks to muffle sounds. So many night and days of making sure nobody heard the two of you through the walls.
But not today. No, today there was nobody on the other side of those walls to worry about. Instead, as every time Thomas' hips met yours, you let the bed rattle, let the headboard hit the wall in rhythmic thuds, and let the legs of the bed occasionally scrape across the wooden floor when Thomas delivered a particularly hard thrust.
He must have been on the same page as you, must have been thinking the same thing, because he wasn't being gentle with you, not like he is on those quiet nights. He wants to make noise too, wants you to make noise.
And you do, you moan his name shamelessly, you give him everything he wants, not stifling a single sound. And yet...he was so quiet, too quiet.
You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, embarrassed about the noises he might make, or if it was just an instinct, something he had become so used to doing.
Just as he wanted to hear you, you wanted nothing more than to him. You had only had a taste of the sounds he would make. Most of the time, he was a silent man apart from the occasional grunt he would give people, but not in the bedroom. His noises were quiet, yes, but they were there. The barely contained moans, the low groans, and grunts. And, oh, did that taste leave you hungry for more.
"Tommy" you gasped, legs wrapping around his waist the best they could, as you cupped his unmasked face in your hands. "Please...please let me hear you" your words interrupted by another gasp as you tried to form them.
He stilled, hips pressed against yours, leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of fullness. He stilled to look at you, as if asking you to explain yourself.
"I want to hear you, Tommy. Please don't hold it back, please" you were literally pleading with him, you just needed him to let you hear him. "Please, Tommy" how could he deny you when you asked so nicely?
A nod and then he started moving again. A few slow thrusts before he found his previous rhythm again, hips meeting yours with the obscene sound of skin against skin.
When Thomas let out a low moan, low but not quiet, not reserved. And you relished in it. God, you wanted to hear it again. No, you needed it.
And you did. Over and over.
It was mostly grunts, as was his nature it seemed. But between those grunts were various moans and groans, each one louder than the last as if he was becoming comfortable with the idea of being heard.
The sounds he made were rough, as were any sound he ever made. Hell, they were near growls but that only made you love them more.
Your hands fell away from his face, clutching his shoulders as your body jostled beneath his. Nails biting into the flesh of his shoulders as your head lolled back and a call of his name passed your lips.
Thankfully, you had enough of your senses to feel the way Thomas' hips stuttered against your own, the feeling of you tightening around him being the thing that sent him over the edge. And the drawn out groan that rumbled up from his chest and spilled past his lips, that was what you had been waiting for. The sound alone pulled another moan from you.
Oh, you already couldn't wait for another day like this. One where you and Thomas could let loose, when you would be able to his those animalistic sounds he made above you again.
Until then you could settle for those soft stifled sounds in the dark of night, as long as he kept caressing you like he was now, a rough hand laying gentle touches over your body.
If it isn't to much trouble could I please have some deathslinger angst with an fem s/o??
Howdy! I apologize that this took so long to post, I've been busy with alot of not-so-yeehaw things, but I'm back now! Hope you enjoy this angsty lil' bit I wrote, take care! š¤
"Hold me" - Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger x fem!reader
Cw; smoking
(I headcanon all the killers to have different names for the Entity, so Caleb usually calls it the Evil or something like that.)
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Caleb put the cigarette to his lips and lit the sad looking butt heād found in his coat pocket. He closed his eyes as he greedily inhaled the smoke into his airways. He closed his tired eyes in an attempt to stop the voices raging in his head, and for a moment, they actually seemed to quiet down. He hadnāt slept in days, weeks, who even knew what time was here? The big great Evil that haunted this place pushed him to his limits every trial, and afterwards. It never allowed him to relax anymore, he must always perform his best, and yet he always got tormented after the trials. It isolated him, made him see things, hear voices from his past. Foul voices, accusing him, pointing fingers, cursing him. He felt like he was going to break any second now from the stress. And yet, Caleb had done all this to himself. For you.
Heād made a deal with the devil, so to speak. Heād told the great big Evil that he wanted to spare you every trial for now on, that he was going to do so even if the Evil did not allow it. To his big surprise, the Evil had agreed, and the price Caleb had to pay had shown to be even sweeter suffering than the Evil could get from the survivors. In return for Caleb letting you go unharmed every trial, the great Evil tortured him immensely. During trials, making his work so much harder, and after trials, making the time he spent with you so much more trying. But the punishment was always worth it, when he got to see your beautiful smile and hear your amazing laughter. When Caleb was finished with the cigarette, he tossed it on the muddy ground and crushed it with his booth. He mumbled a low āthanksā to the Evil for allowing him a smoke before todayās trial, and then he grabbed his Redeemer and took a deep breath. He hoped this one would be over quickly.
As it turned out, it was over quickly, but not in the way Caleb had hoped.
āCome on, Kate, quick!ā
A shot, another miss. The blonde one was out of the gates, and the rest quickly followed. Caleb had gotten none of them.
āFucking hell, fuck fuck fuckā¦ā he mumbled, frustration hammering in his chest as he watched the scum run away back to their safe campfire.
He turned around, trying to calm himself down, and headed towards his workshop. Maybe this time it wouldnāt be so bad, maybe-
āCaleb, help!ā
Caleb reacted instantly, turning around towards the sound of the screaming woman. But the next second he remembered that his mother couldnāt be here. She was dead. He should know, he had watched it happen. First time as a kid, and then again and again in this hellhole.
āCaleb, help! Call for your father, help me!ā
Caleb growled in frustration, covering his ears and quickening his pace towards the workshop.
āI-I canāt hold on any longer, Caleb-ā
āSHUT UP!ā Caleb screamed, closing his eyes tight as he burst into the workshop and closed the door behind him. āJust shut up, shut up!ā
āC-Caleb?ā
āYouāre not real!ā Caleb roared, and opened his eyes.
The workshop was surprisingly dark, and in the shadows he could see something staring at him. A shape, a formless figure, staring at him with malcontent, white eyes.
āW-Who are you? What do you want?ā Caleb spat, readying his Redeemer.
The figure spoke, but he couldnāt understand it.
āGet out, get the fuck out of here!ā he screamed, his voice making the dark room rumble.
āCaleb! Caleb, itās me!ā
Suddenly, like a spark of lightning on a dark night, the shadow in front of him turned intoā¦ you. His partner. The darkness of the workshop lifted, and Caleb stood in the middle of the room, his Redeemer at his side, staring at you like heād seen a ghost.
āCaleb? W-What happened?ā
Your worried voice sent spikes through his heart, and he let out a gasp as he dropped his Redeemer to the floor.
āY/N?ā
āCalebā¦ā
You quickly walked over to him, embracing him in a tight, warm hug. He hugged you back, releasing a deep sigh of frustration over what had just happened. He felt so stupid, scaring you like this over nothing more than tricks of the mind.
āIām so sorry, Y/N-ā
āNoā, you hushed him, releasing him from your embrace to have a look at him. āYou donāt need to apologize, Caleb, itās alright! I know what itā¦ What it does to you, I know it torments you so often.ā
Your voice was sad, and it was almost worse than any torture endured by the Evil, seeing you like this.
āDid Iā¦ Did I hurt you-ā
āNo!ā you quickly replied, a faint smile on your lips. āNo, Caleb, you didnāt, you just scared me when you didnāt recognize me.ā
You looked into his eyes, your eyebrows slightly furrowed, sadness and pain plastered all over your face.
āDidnāt you see me, didnāt you hear me calling your nameā¦?ā
Your voice made Calebās heart almost break right there. How could he have betrayed you like this, made you fear him? He would never forgive himself.
āI-Iā¦ I saw a shadow. I-I couldnāt understand what it was saying, and outsideā¦ my mother was screamingā¦ā
He sighed and sat down on the rusty bed he had dragged into the workshop.
āYouāve been hearing her alot lately, right?ā he heard you carefully ask, and with another irritated sigh he nodded.
This was getting too dangerous. He couldnāt stay with you, he was going to hurt you real bad one day, he knew it. You had no idea of the deal heād struck with the Evil, but surely you must have noticed how agitated he had been as of late. How could you not have noticed? It had to end, he had to end things with you, there was no other way. But as he felt you sit down beside him on the bed, his heart screamed out for your touch. And as you embraced him again, he couldnāt hold back. He hugged you, embraced you desperately and sighed into your shoulder, so afraid of letting you go. As if holding you right now was like holding onto the last spark of sanity. You stroked his cheek, kissed him so tenderly, and he never wanted to leave.
āW-We canāt-ā he started mumbling, but you hushed him with another kiss on the cheek.
āLetās just lay down for a bit, please?ā you asked, and how could he decline?
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You laid in bed together, arms tight around each other. Caleb had removed his duster coat and his boots, and you laid close up to his chest, inhaling his scent. Caleb stroked your hair carefully, none of you speaking. Caleb would kill to have this moment last forever. But he knew that wasnāt a possibility; he knew you had to leave soon. Go back to the campfire, back to your friends. And he had to prepare for another trial. And soon enough, as he felt you starting to move underneath his arms, he withheld a sigh and blinked a few times to keep the tears at bay.
"Just stay here with me" he whispered, his embrace on you tightening. "Stay with me for a while longer. Hold me."
You smiled up at him, and laid back down comfortably. Soon, the two of you drifted off to sleep, holding each other as close as only lovers can.
