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Danny, staring up at Tim, who currently Robin: okay...so this isn't what it looks like.
Tim, giving dead pan glare: so you arnt breaking into Drake Manor?
Danny, shoulders dropping: okay yeah it's totally what it looks like...but not because you think!
Tim, sighing slightly: so you arnt homeless and thought that since Timothy Drake was recently adopted by Bruce Wanye, and both of his parents are dead you can just move in and live here?
Danny, blinking owlishly: I mean, yeah? I mean, not homeless, and I didn't even know that dude got adopted, like good for him, hope that he is safe and shiz, sucks that he parents died and all but not here to squat dude.
Tim, raising a single eyebrow: then why pray tell are you here?
Danny, kicking at the ground a bit: so like...ugh, so I might be um like...a...fudge what's the word...ah! Psychopomp? Like I am a dude that helps like people's ghosts pass and like keeps em happy.
Tim, squinting behind his mask: the only person that died here is Jack Drake and I assure you, his soul would not be happy going to where he deserves to be.
Danny, holding up his hands: wow lot of misplaced aggression there boy wonder...no I ain't here for him, like him and his wife did like...so much tomb raiding they would make the Victorians jelly. I am here cus they stole some dudes shit and he wants it back...like yesterday.
Tim, tilting his head: so you are here to steal an artifact.
Danny, popping the P sound: Yup, something about some guys clay tablet, he liked keeping his hate mail for some reason, said this one was about how he shorted some dudes iron? Or was it copper... my Mesopotamian isn't the best.
Tim, eyes widening, because he knows *exactly* which tablet he is talking about: Oh...yeah no bro, you seem chill but I really can't let you have that so why don't you just like...walk away and I won't be forced to do something kay?
Danny, frowning: Sames dude, up until that .y guy cus like...I *really* wasn't asking...
Tim, sighing as he extends his bo staff: Try and just like, not hold a grude yeah? Don't need a new villain...
Danny, pulling out an ecto gun and turning it on: I don't know man...I feel like we have good banter.
(They fight, Tim is still training so he is a bit sloppy, and Danny isn't shooting to kill, so it's more of them playing cat and mouse throughout Drake Manor, it ends with Danny stealing the tablet but having to leave the ecto gun, which gets broken when he escapes)
Tim, panting as he watches Danny flee: Fuck...is this what B feels after fighting Catwoman?
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Bruce, rubbing his temples as Tim explains why he was late for training: You tried to apprehend an unknown, with a weapon of an unknown source and power...in the home of your secret identity?
Tim, looking properly chastised: God...yes that happened...he wasn't that bad honestly...was pretty witty.
Bruce developing a twitch in his eye: No.
Tim: No? No what.
Bruce, glaring hard at his adopted son: No falling in love with a villain.
Tim, looking scandalized now: Oh? What is this? Hypocrisy thy name is Bruce Wayne!
Bruce's glare turns into a batglare: Ten laps around the cave and fifty bo staff katas...no villains!
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Danny becomes Tim's rogue, but not really, most of their battles are more each other showing off their new gear/moves they learned.
Danny also is only using tech that his parents made and he upgraded since he really doesn't want to go ghost in front of *Robin*, who is totally not his crush, and the only reason why he won't is because batman would 100% be on his ass.
Danny, pulling a massive creep stick with a nail driven through it out of seemingly nowhere: The new and approved Creep Stick! This time with nail to add tetnus damage!
Tim, watching as 'The Inventor' escapes once more: I hate seeing him leave but by God do I love watching him go...Damn should have turned on the camera just so I can see it again.
Barbara chiming in: Keep the main line PG Robin.
Batman, through coms: Hn...we shall be having words when we get back to the cave
Tim, sipping a soup that The Occultist made: "So like...why were you even here?
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When the Titans tower incident occurs, Tim could only watch in awe as the Inventor, not only comes in from the ceiling with a literal metal chair, and then continues to beat up the guy with a bad Robin cosplay.
Danny, panting as he holds up the chair again: Back I say! Back! My blorbo!
Jason, seething as he actually hisses at this random teen that appeared out of nowhere, scurrying away while cradling his broken arm: You shall rue the day! Jason Todd was here bitches!
Tim, staring up at Danny, face a bloody mess and an adoring look in his eyes: omg he stalks me, this is must what the other guys felt when I did it!
They don't really start dating, it's much more Danny breaking into Tim's house and just not leaving.
Tim, watching as his "arch enemy" is sprawled across his couch, bucket of ice cream in one hand, spoon in another, phone balanced between his ear and shoulder, pants and socks tossed haphazardly across the living room and just chilling in his boxers: Now wait a damn minute.
Danny, pausing while looking up from his ice cream (which is actually Tim's, since the boy is rich and buys the good shit), pointing his spoon accusatorily at Tim: Your fucking late Mister! Drag race started half an hour ago and we agreed to watch it together!
Tim, blushing under the Robin mask: Sorry case got good and- wait wait wait, when did we agree to watch drag race together?
Danny, rolling his eyes: when I made breakfast this morning? I even gave you extra strong coffee for your solem swearing that you would be here.
Tim, thinking back to earlier: I just...remember a bright white orb giving me a mug and a plate of food...
Danny, scoffing: this is why I need to drug you to get to sleep more often. Now take off your gear and get over here, they about to choose who shall sashay away!
Tim, nodding slowly: Hope it is that one queen from last episode, that lio sink didn't have any- wait! Ugh you keep distracting me! When did you fucking move in? I don't even know your name!
Danny with a spoon just an inch away from his mouth: Jazz? Yeah I uhh...I gotta call you back...(clicks hang up on his phone) Your joking right? For the shits and gigs?
Tim, shaking his head slowly: No shits, not a single gig my dude, 100% honest.
Danny, who had just arrived this morning since his parents are renovating because Fenton HQ is a glaring OSHA violation, but also who's middle names are "commit to the bit" and "Gaslight GateKeep Girl boss" : Babe we have been dating for like, *months*...d-do ou really not remember?
Tim, existential crisis made manifest: Oh no...I have been mind wiped.
Danny, astounded that worked: Baby I am so sorry...
They "date" for like a week before Danny starts feeling bad that he tricked Tim (who he finally got to see maskless, he had to stop his heart to not show any outward reaction to that, cus like hell he is cute) and wants to come clean but he honestly never had seen Tim more happy nor more healthy.
Danny, sitting across Bruce at the Manor: S-So um...like yeah we um...met at a science convention? My um...my parents were show casing stuff and like...we met there?
Bruce, eyes narrowing because that sounded like a lie: Hn.
Dick, happy that Tim finally felt comfortable to bring his "boyfriend" to dinner: B stop glaring! Your going to scare off Timmy's Bf! God you weren't this bad when I brought over Roy that one time.
Bruce doesn't stop glaring, and it's making Danny even more nervous: Um I uh...need to use the bathroom one sec...
Tim moves to guide him but Alfred waves him to sit down: You really must eat Master Timothy, I did make your favorite today. I shall guide Mister Fenton to the lavatory.
Alfred does indeed lead Danny from the dining room, but the second they are far enough the old butler suddenly has a shotgun in hand, skin suddenly a pale blue and objects around the parlor turning green and floating: While they do try and see the best in others, I do not Phantom, now I must ask you to kindly leave and never contact Master Timothy every again. I shall not let my charge fall for such as the likes of you.
Danny blinking at how he was addressed, a sudden ghostly blue mist escaping his mouth: Oh shit.
They have a ghost fight, all while comically popping in and out of the dining room, making excuses for whyvthe other is gone.
It ends when Tim, finally fed up with why his boyfriend is taking so long opens the door only to see him duking it out with Alfred, fully gone ghost and was loosing.
Such leads to confessions of lies, real feeling and why Alfred has been able to be a spry 60 even though he fought in WWI and it is very much the mid 2010s.
(Danny and Tim do end up together, this time with no lies about a mind wipe, and get Kon and Bart to join their polycule later on)
Imagine this…
Michael Myers -> NO REGRET
He didn't regret anything he did. Someone had entered his house. It was early in the morning and he was already up, looking for his shoes. He heard the door open and silently listened for footsteps. He heard them approaching the living room and he hid, waiting. He saw a man with a gun, stumbling and looking drowsy. He was probably drunk. Michael didn't think much of it, he knew he couldn't die. But then he heard footsteps from upstairs, your footsteps from upstairs. Before Michael could process this, the man with the gun was already booking it to the noise. Michael knew you could die though. And this panicked him. He followed the man quickly. Upon entering your shared bedroom he saw you hovered in the corner while the man pointed the gun at you. You were shaking and crying.
"Please.."
"Where the fuck is that mask wearing freak!?"
"I already said I don't know!" You pleaded. You saw Michael standing behind him and kept quiet. You were hoping Michael would just walk away. You knew he could take it and survive, but you didn't know what could happen right now. The man was drunk and could easily just pull the trigger on you.
"You lying bitch!" The man yelled. You flinched and tried to squish farther into the corner of the room. Michael wasn't going to just walk away. He was angry. Really. Angry. He walked up to the guy and grabbed the man's head. The man was unsteady and shot the gun, out of instinct perhaps. But it almost hit you, being inches from your face. Michael picked the man up from his head, causing the man to drop his gun from pain. You heard the mans head start cracking. He screamed in pain and suddenly his head was flattened between Michael's hands. You just watch in horror. You knew what Michael was, what he could do, but you had never saw it in person before. On the news sure, but they never went into too much detail. You felt yourself get sick at the sight and started hyperventilating. It was disgusting and gruesome and you couldn't handle it. Michael dropped the fellow and walked towards you. He saw you flinch back and he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew you would be sickened, but scared of him? He would of never guessed that. He stood there contemplating on what to do for about 10 minutes. Enough time for you to calm down. You just got up and rushed in to Michaels arms. He embraced you and held you close to his chest. He acted out of anger on the man, he scared you, but he would never regret it. Ever.
Jason Voorhees -> SAFE AND SOUND
Jason was the type of man to let you go out and have fun, but still be there to make sure you were safe. Even if you didn't know he was there. You wanted to go out and walk along the lake, alone, just to get some air. He respected that, he knew everyone needed alone time. But he would still watch over you and make sure you were safe. At one point you stopped and just sat on the bank. You were watching the fish and talking to them about random things. Jason just observed from a distance, admiring his beautiful girlfriend. He heard rustling in the bushes and went to check it out to make sure you were safe. He came into a opening and saw a group of cubs sleeping.
Everything happened so fast.
He heard your screams and then nothing. He ran to you. Hoping you were alright. His mother was trying to reassure him that you were okay but it wasn't working. When he burst out of the tree line he saw a bear at the waters edge. It was sniffing the water and looking for, supposedly, you. Jason angrily walked to the bear and grabbed it by its back fur before pulling it back. It was thrown on to its back and Jason took the opportunity to swing his machete into its stomach. Once, twice, three times, too many times to count. The bears guts were on display and the only thing identifiable was its head. Her head. Those cubs must of been hers, mother bears are protective of their cubs so it would make since for her to think you were a danger to her babies. Jason didn't care, nobody/nothing touches what is his and gets away with it. Suddenly he heard a gasp behind him and he turned around to see a soaking wet y/n. Your clothes were soaked and you were panting. You looked at the scene in disgust and shock. You would of never guessed Jason would do something so gruesome to an animal around y'all's home. He dropped his machete and rushed to you, pulling you to his chest. He didn't care that you were wet, he had you safe in his arms and that's all that mattered. The bear hadn't even touched you. She roared at you and scared you, causing you to fall back into the lake. You stayed under the surface, hoping she would go away. Jason didn't care about any of this information though, you were safe, a little scared, but safe.
Charles Lee Ray -> SNAPPED
It was normal for him to go out killing when he got angry. Not particularly angry at you, just in general. Surprisingly you guys don't fight as much as people would expect. Yes he is a stubborn shit, cocky at that, but you guys don't fight because of this. Ever since he met you he knew he wanted to try and do better by you, so even if he was pissed off, he would stand there and let you get through with what you were saying, calmly replying and thinking about his words wisely. Anyway, he was currently walking with you through the city. Just holding hands while talking and reminiscing. You were having a very nice time. Then you both were pulled into an alleyway. You were separated and Charles didn't take it well. The feeling of your hand slipping out of his at a time like this was not good. He was pushed into a wall and couldn't turn around to see where you were. He felt a barrel to the back of his head and a breathe next to his ear.
"We're going to take this nice and slow alright?" Charles bit his tongue and nodded. The man let go of Charles but kept a hand on him as he turned him back around. He could see you on your knees while another man held you down with a blade to your neck. He clenched his jaw and looked into the eyes of the man who was holding you. He felt himself growing angry.
"Give me your wallet" The man said. He slowly reached for his back pocket and gave the man his wallet. The man took it from Charles and handed it to the man holding you. The man laughed and pulled out the cash plus a picture of you both from a while ago. It was Charles favorite picture of you both together. You looked so happy that day.
"That's cute..if you keep cooperating like this then we won't have to gut your girl here in front of you" The man said. Your lip quivered and the man holding back Charles laughed. Charles was growing impatient. The man threw the empty wallet to the ground at Charles feet and took the blade from your neck.
"Wasn't so hard.." He said before hitting you with the butt of his knife. It was meant to knock you out, but he missed and only hit your nose. A crack echoed through the alleyway, soon followed by your crys of pain. Charles snapped. He lunged at the man closest to him and stole his gun. Charles shot both men in the chest. Over and over and over. You looked up at him and watched as he unloaded the chamber. After it was empty he threw the gun and fell to the floor to you. He pulled you into him and gently held your head close to his chest. Careful of your injury. You just sat there, shaking and crying. As far as Charles knew, you were only scared because of the men. But they were gone now, nothing will hurt you again.
Predator -> SHEILDED
Ever since he had saved you it had been nothing but peaceful. There was a few instances where he had uncloaked and accidentally scared you. However, you've grown used to things like this. One day you were exploring the base a little better when suddenly you heard voices and shuffling a little ways away. You usually wouldn't just go and check out the suspicious sound but you didn't think it could be people. Seeing as you hadn't seen another human in months. Upon walking up to a small room a little close to your bedroom, you decide to peek inside. You saw a couple of armed soldiers talking with each other. You suddenly slipped and fell into the room. The people aimed their weapons at you and the lead general said to hold their fire. He put away his firearm and started walking towards you. You panicked and tried to leave the room. One of the men shot you in the leg and disabled you from leaving. That man soon had his firearm taken away and was being yelled at for shooting you. You were crying from the pain in your leg and tried scooting out of the room. When one of the soldiers noticed you, you did the first thing that came to mind. You screamed for your boyfriend. You saw the man in front of you explode and another man was lifted into the air before his neck was snapped in half. One after another they were taken down in gruesome ways. You could only watch in disgust as your boyfriend threw a women's head across the room. You could see him breathing heavy and clutching his fists now that he was uncloaked. He seemed to calm down at the sight of you. He rushed to your side while making a bunch of clicking noises. He inspected you and finally ripped the pants leg that was covering your injury. He gently touches it and you hiss in pain. He looks to you for a second and lets you regain yourself. He continues patching you up and picks you up bridal style to your bedroom. He let you rest and watched you sleep until you awoke again. He scared you, he knows that, but he was angry. He couldn't help it, but in the future he'll make sure your eyes are shielded from such a sight as that one.
Pin head -> HELLRAISER
Pin head and you agreed on working together. You soon got a job as a barista where you would often bring men home so that Pin could do the rest. You never saw what Pin did, but you guessed it was something sinful. One particular night you had brought home a man that was especially touchy. Your job was to get him to the bedroom where Pin would take over and you would just leave. Upon entering the house, you didn't even make it to the bedroom when the man pinned you against the wall and began kissing you. At first you played along, thinking you could still get him there, but soon the man became more rough and touchy. He used one hand to pin both of yours above your head while his free hand roamed your body.
Soon this;
"Wait, don't you think we should get to the bedroom first?"
"I don't mind fucking you senseless against this wall sweetheart"
Became this;
"Please stop, I changed my mind I don't think we should do this"
"Trying to chicken out on me now? Well I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied" You cringed as he started kissing down your neck. You knew this wouldn't end well but your fear took over you.
"PIN!" You yelled. The man furrowed his eyebrows at you in confusion before he was ripped off of you, flying back into the living room. You look to your left to see a very angry cenobite. Pin walked over to you and held your face in his hands. "Are you alright dear?" You nodded. The man got up and a grabbed a glass vase from a nearby table.
"What in the fuck knuckles is this?" Pin head turned around and proceeded walking towards the man. The man was backed up into a corner as you watched in anticipation. Pin head leaned in close to the man with a sinister grin on his face.
"I am death, and this is your end" Suddenly the man's flesh began melting off while screams of pain echoed throughout the house. You watched in shock and disgust as the man became nothing more than a pile of bones on the floor. Pin head turned back to you and smiled happily to you, happy that you were okay. He was next to you in seconds while you sobbed in his arms. He didn't know it yet, but he had scared you into never leaving him at that moment, scared of the consequences that might follow if you did.
Stu and Billy -> UNRECOGNIZABLE
It's been a while since you had agreed to join their team. You weren't dating yet, but the boys were going to change that soon. Although they were nervous, they both planned to ask you to be their girlfriend today. You three rode to a party together, laughing and planning on who might be a good victim. When you first began working with them you offered to be the bait to lure men and maybe a few women to them. They shot that idea down quickly, they were pretty protective of you. When you entered the party you were immediately met with a close "friend" of yours. He handed you a drink and dragged you away to a nearby couch. The boys saw you get dragged away but couldn't find where you went. After a while of talking with the boy your mind became foggy. You started forgetting some of the conversation you were having with him.
"Hey I'll be right back alright? I need to use the bathroom" He took a sip of his own drink and waved you off.
"Good luck getting there.." You didn't waste any time in exiting the room. You began trying to walk to the bathroom but your legs felt heavy and the hallway started to spin. People were giving you worried looks and mumbling to the people they were with. You were close to the bathroom when you saw Billy trying to charm some girl. You ignored the jealousy you felt and yelled for his attention. Or tried.
"B-billy.." You seemed to whisper. He didn't even glance in your direction.
"Billy!" You said a little louder. He looked around at the sound of his name and noticed you. You were relieved he had seen you, until you were pushed up against a wall. The boy from earlier was in your face and taunting you. "You always act so tough until someone actually does something. Now look at you, pathetic really" You were too out of it to fight back so you continued to silently take in what the boy was saying. The boy seemed to get frustrated and slapped you. You were so weak that you just collapsed. He laughed at you, until a someone pushed him off of you. A warm pair of hands gently grab you up into their arms. You look up to see Stu cradling you and seemingly blocking you from seeing something. You could hear people yelling around you and things being broken, but you didn't know what was happening. You couldn't register what was happening as Stu picked you up bridal style and you got a good look of the scene. Billy was standing over the boy you called a friend, the boy seemed unrecognizable. But maybe it was the fact that your sight was blurry. It made you realize something, something scary, these two boys would do anything for you. It's a dangerous game to play, being in love with two serial killers, but what could go wrong.. right?
Thomas Hewitt -> A SIGHT LIKE THAT
Although you knew what the family was doing was wrong, you continued to stay with them. You were hoping you would never have to see anything that goes on there. Although it was inevitable, and you knew this. One day in the shop an idiot decided to try to rob your small business. You obeyed everything he told you to do, not wanting to risk being shot. The bell to the shop rung and you and the robber both looked to see Thomas standing there, confusion written on his face. You tried to steer him away from, telling him to just walk out.
"Hey baby, this nice man is just asking for directions. Think you could go get the map out of the car?" You said. Thomas was a bit slow, but he wasn't dumb. "Hey! Hell no. He's staying now" The man spat.
"Sir please-" You begged. The man cut you off by shooting the wall next to your head. Ringing echoed from your ears as you stood there clutching your head. Hands grabbed your face and panicked, throwing a fist you struck him in the face. Thomas!
"Oh my Gosh.. I'm so sorry Thomas I didn't know it was you" You quickly put your hands on his face and he just chuckled at you. You turned a shade of red and looked over his shoulder to see what had happened. You saw the man on the floor with his head bashed in, multiple holes scattered throughout his body. You felt sick at the sight. Thomas put his hands on yours and pulled your attention away from the man.
"Don't look at him darling, I'll get him out of here soon and you can come back home with me" You gulped and nodded at him. You weren't scared of him, no, but you definitely needed to get used to a sight like that.
Brahms -> TEN MINUTE TENSION
Brahms had been staying in his room for a while, it worried you. You knew the rules though, and you weren't going to go in the walls. One night you woke up to the heat. You got up and went to the bathroom, washing your face to cool off. You headed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, hoping to help your body even more. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you causing you to jump a little. You dropped the glass in the sink, breaking it.
"Oh shit. Brahms you can't just sneak up on me like that. Look what I did.." You sighed. Kisses were placed on your neck and you realized rather quickly that the person holding you wasn't Brahms. You still hadn't convinced Brahms to take his mask off in front of you.. You turn around and push the man off of you. The man laughs and stops himself from falling by the kitchen table.
"Who the hell are you?" The man cocks his eyebrow at you and walks towards you. "You can call me anything you want sugar" You cringed at the man and quickly grabbed a knife from the cutting block.
"What are you going to do with that? Kill me?" You started crying from fear. Your hand stayed in front of you, shakily holding the knife. The man moves fast and knocks the knife out of your hand. The sudden movement shocks you and you slip backwards onto the tile floor. You hear a loud bang, but it wasn't your fall. You look up to see Brahms repeatedly bashing the mans head against the counter. You push yourself against the wall and squish your body as close as it can get to the wall. The sight was unbearable to you, but for some reason you couldn't pull yourself away from the scene. After Brahms was satisfied with the mans school being squashed in, he let him fall onto the ground. Brahms was about to make his way to you but then the man started spitting and groaning. You cried harder at his attempts to breathe. Brahms grabs the knife from the floor and begins walking back to the man.
"B-brahms please. Brahms please! He's already chocking on his own blood for Gods sake, just leave him alone.." You plead. Brahms looks at you and tilts his head. "He touched you." Brahms glides the back of his fingers down your cheek lovingly.
"I-I know but I'm okay aren't I? I'm not hurt baby, I think you've done enough" You try to reason. He looks at the knife and then back to the man, thoughtful. He grips the knife harder and begins walking to the man again. You try to grab his hand but it's no use. You cry and beg as Brahms straddles the man and plunges the knife into the mans neck. You look away and cover your head with your arms. For the next 10 minutes you hear the knife entering and exiting the man along with the heavy breathing. You knew never to leave him, you feared what would happen if you did.
Beetle Juice -> SAVIOR
No one ever came into your home due to rumors spread throughout the town. You didn't mind having no visitors, you were always the antisocial kind. It took you months to get used to BeetleJuice anyway. And even then it was kind of awkward that he always had to carry the conversation because you didn't like talking. He didn't mind it though. You were reading a nice book on the porch when a truck pulled up to the house. You were confused to say the least, but it didn't last long as a bunch of men jumped out of the vehicle. You quickly rushed into the house as you heard men yelling at you to stop or they would kill you. Honestly it just encouraged you to get into the house faster. You shut the door when it was blown open. You went flying but decided to stay on the ground. You looked to see the men walking towards the house, shotguns and a variety of hand guns ready to use. Suddenly Beetljuice was crouching above you, holding your face in his hands.
"Hey, hey love bug? Are you alright darling?" He asked in a panicked tone. You look up to him and nod your head. "Just took a nasty fall huh?-" he tried to laugh it off but you could see he was angry.
"-just stay here alright? I'll get these assholes away from our home" He said. You nodded and he kissed your forehead. He got up and walked outside. Blocking the men from entering. You sat up so you could see what was happening, although what you saw was unexpected. The men were being thrown around like rag dolls and some were being torn into shreds. You gagged and turned your eyes away from the horrific events in front of you. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your shaking frame and you looked up to see Beetljuice. You cuddled close into his chest. You needed comfort, you didn't care from who. He had scared you, yes, but you believed he wouldn't hurt you. Why would he save you just to hurt you in the future?
Pennywise -> FIRST TIME
After learning of what Penny does he locked you up with him, making sure you wouldn't leave him. The day he let you leave he trusted that you would go straight back home. He didn't want you trying to get help from anyone, he wanted you to love him. You were walking back home, looking over your shoulder every 5 minutes. It's not that you were scared of Penny following you, but it was night time and you were walking alone. You passed an alleyway where you heard something that sounded like a kid. You stopped dead in your tracks and shut your eyes tightly. I'm such a fucking idiot. You thought to yourself as you went to investigate. You looked into the alleyway and yelled out to get anyone's attention. The noise got closer but you only stood there, hoping you weren't about to die. Suddenly a cat jumps out from behind a trash can, scaring you to death. You jumped back in surprise and held your hand to your chest. You were trying to catch your breathe when a pair of hands grabbed onto your shoulders. You turned around and stumbled back, away from the person. You fell onto a pile of trash bags and looked up to see Penny. You huffed out in frustration.
"You can't sneak up on someone like that!" You scolded him while getting up. He helped you and laughing at you. You were still a bit creeped out by his laughing but decided to ignore it. "Your lucky I was here" He said. He was smiling but you could sence the seriousness behind his act.
"It was a blonde move to check out the mysterious noise coming from a dark alleyway" You went to speak but immediately closed your mouth. He was right. You crossed your arms and pouted. "I thought it was a kid okay? Leave me alone" You admitted embarrassed. He laughed and put his hands under your elbows.
"Just don't do something like that again. It could of been a hell of a lot worse" He scolds. You huffed and put your forehead on his chest. "Yeah yeah.." He stood there shocked for a moment, out of the entire time he held you captive you never touched him in an affectionate way. He would gladly scare you again if it meant getting this kind of affection from you.
John Kramer -> UNDESERVING
You walked into his office after he left you a sticky note saying to come to him. You placed the lunch you made for him on a close table and waited. After a while you heard his office door open and footsteps enter the room. You turned around and was met with a man that was definitely not your boyfriend. He pointed a gun a you. He looked hysterical..
"Are you behind all of this? Did you put me in that fucking death trap!?" He yelled at you. You shrunk back and started to shake. "I-I don't know what your talking about" You stammered. It wasn't a full lie. You didn't know who he was or what was happening to him, but you did know the rest. He laughed and got closer to you.
"Sir please! I don't know what is going on.." You plead as he looks at you thinking. He shakes his head and points the gun directly at you again. Suddenly he was knocked out. You look up to see John standing there with a shovel.
"Are you alright?" He asks as he rushed to your side. Your lip quivers as you go to speak. "What did you do to him?" You ask. John sighs and reaches for your hand but you pull away.
"I only gave him what he deserves" John said. You let out a sarcastic laugh and look to the unconscious body on the floor. "And I almost got what I deserve then?" You whisper. John pulls you into him.
"No, no you don't deserve anything like this" He said soothingly. You cried in his arms and let him rub your back.
Hannibal Lecter -> AGGRESSIVE REJECTION
You had only recently moved in with Hannibal. You knew he was a cannibal but you didn't really know how he operated. You woke up from a nap one afternoon when you heard yelling from the living room. You were slightly concerned and curious so you went to investigate. You walked into the living room to see Hannibal yelling at a girl. He was holding her against the wall and chocking her. It was the same girl who flirted with him at the restaurant the other day. When she was almost blacked out he let her go and grabbed the bat you kept by the front door. He swung it at her head and you could here a crack sound. He looked angry.
"How-" Swing
"Dare you-" Crack
"Try and take me from my love" He was breathing heavy and you stood there flustered. It was attractive to see him so angry about another women flirting with him. He was angrier than you were in all honesty. You felt jealousy from her flirting but who wouldn't try and flirty with Hannibal? He was a handsome gentleman that any woman would be lucky to have. At least that's how you thought of it. When Hannibal finally realized you were standing there he stood straight up and put the bat against the wall. He walked to you while straightening out his hair and clothes. He grabbed your hands and kissed your knuckles.
"How was your nap darling?" You giggled a little. "It was nice until I heard a woman screaming in our living room" He chuckled kissed your knuckles once again.
"I apologize for waking you up love, I just had some business to take care of" He admitted. You put your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. It honestly kind of scared you. If this is how he acted to someone flirting with him then how would he react to someone flirting with you.
Freddy Krueger -> NIGHTMARE
It was just a normal night when you woke up in the dream world. You were in a gas station with no one else around. You realized you were in a hospital gown with fluffy socks on. You didn't exactly understand what was happening. Where was Freddy? Why is this place so..dead. You began walking down the isles of the gas station looking for any signs of life. When you came upon a certain isle you saw a bunch of cans scattered on the floor. You looked around and decided to pick them up. If something was going on in the dream then maybe you would be spared for the kindness? Sounded better in your head.
When you looked went to reach for the last can another hand grabbed it as well. You looked up to see your brother who had passed away years prior. You screamed and let go of all the cans you were holding. You backed up into someone and turned around to see your grandmother who had also passed away. You held your hands to your chest and crouched down. You tucked your knees to your chest and covered your head to shield yourself from the two people around you. You suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around your body.
"Hey sweet cheeks it's just me" You look up at the sound of your boyfriends voice. The scenery changed to your bedroom but you knew you were still asleep. "Why did you do that..i-it wasn't funny" You sobbed. Freddy held you close to his chest.
"Im an asshole but I would never do that to you, babe it was just a regular nightmare I didn't cause it. I swear I wouldn't do something like that to you" You nodded and buried your head into his neck for comfort. He rubbed your back and kept whispering things to calm you down. He would never admit it but he did cause you to have that nightmare. It wasn't on purpose, he was having a bad day and accidentally took it out on you. Literally he didn't even know he did it, he still thinks it was just some random nightmare. If he ever found out he did that to you he would feel like shit.
Norman Bates -> CONTROL
It was your first time meeting Norma. That itself scared the hell out of you. Not for any reason besides the fact that she was angry. Let me start grom the beginning..
A man had come to check into the hotel but I guess that wasn't his only intention. After assigning him a room he wouldn't leave the desk. He just kept flirting with you, telling you how beautiful you were. You got fed up with his attitude and told him you would call the cops if he didn't leave you alone. He laughed at you and grabbed your hands from over the desk. You panicked and called for Norman, hoping he was nearby. The man pulled you over the counter and dropped you onto the floor before reaching to pick you up again. Suddenly he was tackled to the ground next to you while you watched Norman- excuse me- Norma repeatedly stab him in the chest. You felt sick as you kept staring at the scene. You swore you could hear cracking everytime the knife entered his chest. You finally snapped out of it and rushed to Normas side.
"H-he's dead, you can stop it Norma. I'm okay!" You said to her. She stopped and looked back at you. Suddenly her eyes didn't seem so dark as you watched Norman come back to you. He quickly pulled you into his arms as you cried into his blood covered chest.
"I-it's okay darling, the bad man i-is gone and your s-safe" Norman stammered out. He soothed you and decided to clean the mess up later. You were scared that if Norman ever got angry at you, he wouldn't be able to control himself..
cws; 18+ smut, cr★★mpie, mentions sq★★rting, use of sl★t
Choso Kamo who is so soft and slow and sensual, caressing your body with careful hands and pressing tender kisses to it with a slowness that shows you how much he savors your taste, how much he loves you.
Swirling his tongue around your nipple, he takes his time feeling you up with his hot mouth until you're squirming and muttering an impatient "Baby, please," in pleading breaths, "Stop teasing, I need you!" and he giggles as you practically pull his cock into you the moment he aligns himself at your entrance.
Oh, he's a sweet lovesick boy; pupils dilating as he plunges into your squishy walls that suck his cock so good, "Ahhah fuck — someone's excited tonight. You must be really feeling it, huh?" he mumbles all into your ear, pressuring you with his heavy muscles and smushing you into the pink satin bed. "Nn! Yeah, 'm sensitive... 's that time of the month..." you moan, feeling his cockhead dragging through your walls, "Fuck, do that again..."
He chuckles when you start rubbing your clit to orgasm, watching you cum deliciously on his juicy cock. His hand steadies you as you let it all out, feeling your pussy gush like a fountain, his hand stroking at your cheek to soothe your twitchy body as is gets wrecked by pure ecstasy. Choso narrows his eyes at your spasming pussy, lips forming a smile at the sight of it freaking out, "Shiiit, your sweet little pussy squirted a lil' there. Look at her trynna drown my cock. You're crazy, baby."
Clamping down on him, his cock freaks out as its squeezed up into your guts — much too deep for either of you to handle but you're fucking like wild animals tonight; you're leglocking him for nasty creampies and he's happily delivering them into your weeping hole. "Fuck, so sweaty..." he grunts, peeling his muscular frame off of you to give your hot wet body a breather. You smile under him, making his heart tick, "I am not sleeping in this wet patch..." you declare, making him chuckle before he timidly slides the tip of his cock back inside for just a lil' more.
Neither of you can reach orgasm by this point, you fucked all the orgasms out of your bodies and now you're just continuing for the sake of feeling that pleasurable friction, being one with each other — cuddling close and drenching the bed in sweat and falling in love with the same feeling in the air as when you first met so long ago at that little party. Suddenly Choso gets nostalgic, recalling a the hot memory of fucking you in the backseat of his car. You're weeping underneath him, hot face buried into the pink pillow and body tingling with each of his heavy thrusts that have his balls smacking into your clit. "Nn, remember how we fucked when we first met, at that party? Yeah... 'n you thought you didn't like emo boys... now look at you being a lil' slut for me... all cute and sweaty." he husks against your ear, hitting you with a newfound force and god, the wet sounds of your squelchy hole and of skin slapping together is almost gross — sticky, sweaty, messy, pure and raw sex with no end in sight, you think, 'till you hear Choso let out a strangled moan and feel his pelvis shaking. He slams down his hand at your side, trying to stabilize himself in the moment of his body-wrecking orgasm. He's so pretty when he gasps and shudders like that, wolf cut all stuck to his face and disheveled.
He carefully slides his overworked cock out of your trembling body with a wet pop, "Fuck... y'know your pussy's kind of menace... you nearly squeeze my dick off every time." Choso pants after rolling off your body, cock finally too sensitive to snuggle into your abused pussy anymore. "Yeah, well I'm all sticky and gross — 'n my walls feel beat 'n my thighs ache... you're a little monster." you huff, forearm draped dramatically over your forehead. "I'm sorryyy," he coos in a hoarse voice, lazily rolling over to you so he can soothe your muscles. His big hands rub out the stress and soreness, fingertips digging into just the right spots. "Is this a good enough apology?" he asks, tickling your ear to get a squirming giggle out of you. "Or how about I make breakfast tomorrow?" he suggests, face now hovering over yours, lips teasingly close. You hum at this, cuddling to his firm body after cooling down and letting the sweat dry off a little, but your pussy was still wet and slippery, leaking and slicking your inner thighs. "That sounds like the perfect apology." you smile, taking in his tired features before plucking a kiss off his lips.
And surely, the next morning Choso is wearing a tight-fitting apron that hugs his big muscles just right. He cooks breakfast with a Zen focus on his face, swiftling moving left to right to get everything into the pan and cooking. But he stops everything when he hears the soft thuds of your footsteps. Oh, he admires your sleepy self wandering into the kitchen. Wrapping your arms around his waist for a morning hug, he looks down at the top of your head and his heart throbs at the size difference. "How did my naughty little princess sleep last night, hm?" he asks, stroking your hair — "Mm, like a baby..." you mumble dreamily into his soft white cotton shirt. "Huh, I wonder why." he teases, knowing damn well that you only sleep so well 'cause his good dick pampers you for two hours before bedtime.
Professional exy player Jean Moreau who starts up a cooking blog on the side except it’s not attached to his name whatsoever. So it’s just a view of his hands and his voice and whatever he’s cooking, and people love him. They love his recipes and his dry humor and his accent of course. And there’s constant conspiracies as to who this man is because no one knows his real name. But then one day another man comes in to steal a bite when Jean’s back is turned, and maybe he sees the camera and makes a little 😳 face directly into it. And ppl wonder if Jean just forgot to edit the video or what, but truth is Jean just thought Jeremy looked so cute he couldn’t bear to edit out.
And when jean posts a link to said video on his personal twitter (with Jeremy’s permission of course), everyone goes insane.
And now there’s a new segment in each video, which actually shows Jean’s face, where after jean finishes cooking/ baking something, he stares at Jeremy with theeeee most lovesick expression ever and waits for Jeremy to try it and give his feedback. (Jeremy is of course a biased judge, because he acts like everything Jean makes is the best thing he’s ever tasted). And It is by far everyone’s fav part
Waiting
Corbeau x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Angst, new relationship, there’s a happy ending, I promise.
Corbeau had been stood up before, he just wasn’t expecting it from you.
Recently ran into the kid whose sister was taken by a Litwick and immediately got inspired to write this.
PLEASE do reader riding riki for the first time🥺🥺 something soft<333
Betttt
Take it slow
Requested?: yes
Warnings: smut, mdni, kinda fluffy? Protected sex (ur not silly.. you wrapped ur willy), tell me if I missed smth
You were on top of Riki, in his lap, riding him for the very first time
Since you were the one in charge now.. kinda.. you tried and did your best to make him feel good, even tho his length was ripping you apart like this..