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hiii first time requesting, kinda nervous 😢 i rq js wanna say i like your writing style ! but on to the request, could you do like dating headcannons for pennywise (2017 ver)? sfw or nsfw doesn’t really matter to me. could there be like yandere elements? thats all thank you. (fem reader?)

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NSFW Headcanons

Feat: Pennywise

Welcome to some headcanons for Pennywise the dancing clown. Any comments, questions, or concerns lmk!

Let's start with the most obvious traits and work our way down, shall we? He’s a clown—quite a tall one, in fact. He’s very devious and playful, and even in the bedroom, he’ll be a teasing circus act for you. He has a childish side when he’s with you, but only on certain occasions; he’s not as simple-minded as you might think.

He can smell you, so remember that. He constantly reminds you of how small and insignificant you are. He’s like a parasite in your mind. It doesn’t matter how tall you are or what you look like; he still sees you as something little. So, what does he do to something small? He taunts it. He taunts you just to satisfy himself.

He will teleport into your home whenever he needs you, regardless of the day or time. When he arrives, he will take you to the bedroom when he’s ready. At first, he’ll be gentle, making you think he’s a soft lover. But just wait; that perception will change quickly. He will hold you down, tie you up, and play with you until you’re a leaking mess.

He knows when you need him, almost like he's a tracking device or something. “You smell… sweet, human. I’d like a taste, if you don’t mind.” His eyes change to a different shade of red, making your stomach churn at the sight, but you never look away from him. You're intrigued; you feed on it.

“That's too much! I can’t take it, please,” you plead with him. He seems unfazed, more focused on chasing his release. It’s important not to stop him, as he might accidentally hurt you in the process. His eyes narrow if he sees you in pain, filled with regret for having hurt his favorite human. “Pennywise is sorry. He didn’t mean to hurt you.” You always reassure him that it's okay, which makes him gentler.

He will steal your clothes! It doesn’t matter if they’re dirty or clean; he’ll rob them in an instant. Even if you just got out of the gym and you're covered in sweat, he’ll still take them and disappear into the sewers and jerks off to you. You've caught him before, but he seemed thrilled about it.

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Slashers W/ Gorgeous F! Reader

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬:

He’s so nervous about approaching you that his usual confidence seems to vanish whenever he sees you. Even with his big ego, he hesitates; it took Stu a lot of convincing just to get him to look in your direction. Despite his efforts to play it cool, his nerves are evident. In his eyes, you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and the moment he lays eyes on you, he can't help but think of all the ways he could fuck you.

“Let me take you on a date, beautiful,” he says with a charming smile. You find him quite smooth and, without hesitation, agree to go out with him. Little did you know, just a few weeks later, he would try to take your life.

𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫:

Mr. Blush-a-Lot here! He'll become obsessed with you as soon as his eyes land on you. "She's so pretty," he tells Billy constantly, which drives Billy crazy. Eventually, after a couple of weeks of observing you, he decides to ask you out. You think he's cute, so when he shows up at your house to pick you up, you smile at him and say, "You're so pretty." Everything turns out good in the end! Besides the occasional Ghostface attacks, he turns out to be a great boyfriend. He always makes sure you feel protected—especially from himself!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫:

“Hey, I’m Charlie. I’m your partner for the project.” That’s when he first sees you, and he's in awe, too speechless to say anything in your presence. “Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” you reply, and you exchange numbers to keep in touch outside of school. As you work on the project together, you manage to pass with a grade of 90. Slowly, you start to develop feelings for him. “You’re cute,” you say, and he blushes at your compliment as he walks away.

𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤:

Straight to the point—if she thinks you’re attractive, she won’t hesitate to let you know. “You’re hot; we should hang out.” Obviously, you agree—who wouldn’t? Even though you’ve only known each other for a couple of months, she asks you out on a date. She requests that you keep it private and not tell anyone that she asked you out. However, she has no problem showing you off at school or anywhere else for that matter.

𝐓𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞:

“Hey, hunny bun.” She was very subtle with her words. When she first saw you, she seemed cute and shy. You initially thought she didn't like you because she was so quiet, but you were mistaken. She calls you "Puddin" as a nickname, and you still had no idea she had a crush on you. Tiffany is incredibly gorgeous, so she had no problem finally approaching you and asking for your number. You both end up dating, but Chucky was not too happy about it.

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐣𝐛):

He has to practice both physically and mentally to see you. He doesn’t want to say the wrong things, especially considering his age; you would expect him to know a few things about love and how to treat others. He can’t help but call you beautiful every five minutes. He’ll ask you random questions and expects you to answer them correctly. Don’t worry, he doesn’t call you “simple”—he actually uses your real name.

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧:

He will definitely sexualize you—I'm not joking. He may call you beautiful, but he often goes overboard with compliments. However, if you continue to date him, he might evolve into more of a boyfriend material over time. He struggles with communication, especially with girls, so you are the first person he’s genuinely trying to date.

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧:

He floods your phone with heart emojis. While he may not be able to speak, he definitely knows how to express his feelings for you through writing. He protects you and shows admiration for you in his own unique way. Art will always be present in your space, and he likes to gift you things he finds useful.

𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲:

He's such a man-baby. He gets really shy when he first talks to you—he blushes, gets flustered, and sometimes even stutters. At first, you thought he was adorable, so eventually, you both hung out and started dating. His Ghostface side started to show a couple of months into the relationship, which took you by surprise. Even with his strange behavior, you still adored him, especially when he got jealous or possessive of you.

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𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

warnings: manipulation, possession, jack having anger problems, nsfw towards the end. any questions or concerns let me know!

a/n: you already know…he has no works so i now have to step up. enjoy.

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬:

I can’t help myself; he’s so beautiful. He calls you that too, all the time. Beneath his, um, obvious flaws, there is some goodness in his heart—kind of. If he likes you, I know he will be jealous of the people around you. This jealousy may end up hurting them, or even you, as a result.

"You have beautiful eyes," he thinks, perceiving everything as art—especially you. His unique way of depicting things leaves you feeling captivated. He describes his interests in terms of masterpieces and art paintings. You found yourself drawn to him because of his perspective on life and how he treated you—at first.

He can’t control his emotions, and you know this. But sometimes, you can’t control yours either. He’s like a snake that slithers into your life. He bites you, poisons you, and now you’re stuck with him and his betrayals. He can be romantic, but it feels more like an act of kindness than genuine affection. You’re uncertain about his true feelings, and you may not know the truth for a long time.

Jack treats you like a deck of cards. Every time he sees you, the same pattern occurs: 1. He acts loving and caring. 2. He randomly becomes upset over something that has nothing to do with you. 3. He leaves and then comes back the next day. This cycle repeats every time. Yet you come running back as well.

He takes you out hunting, which could be seen as generous or romantic. He shows you how to properly use a gun, placing his hands on your waist to help steady your arms. He can sense your nervousness, but he enjoys it; he thinks you're cute and encourages you.

“You remind me of the sun, a beauty in the night—like a painting.” Oh boy, he always compares you to some form of art in a museum. After the first couple of times, it started to feel a little strange. “You really like art, huh, Jack?” you ask. He smiles and nods in response.

Jack genuinely likes you, but his darker side often prevents him from expressing just how much he cares. He thinks you’re quite special if he has any feelings for you. It’s important to feel lucky around him; otherwise, things might not turn out well.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲:

I want to take a moment to talk about Jack and his jealousy in your relationship. It’s quite severe—almost to the point where you need to run for your life. He will not remain calm in any situation that involves another man, and it may even extend to another woman, depending on how close you are to that person.

He will force you to watch him hurt that person. You can try to tell him the truth, explaining that you were just friends, but he won’t listen and won’t care. It’s incredibly difficult for him not to hurt you as well, but he understands that he will deeply regret it if he does, so he manages to contain the urge.

Don’t you dare try to make him calm down. He will take you and lock you up somewhere for days if necessary. He’ll make sure you have everything you need, but you will be isolated from everyone except him.

‘Jack, please let me go.’

‘I can’t do that, baby girl/ baby boy. You know this.’

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

He’s very specific when it comes to that—straightforward and direct, with no beating around the bush. However, every once in a while, he enjoys a little foreplay. He likes to tease when he’s in the mood for it, but don’t make him wait too long, or he might look for attention elsewhere. He’s very touchy, with his hands exploring your body as if he’s never seen it before. He behaves like you’re some sort of treasure he’s just discovered.

His hands find yours when he's fully inside you. At first, he's more vanilla, but as he becomes more comfortable, he starts to share his kinks and desires. He knows you won't run away, so he's willing to open up completely. Trust me, it's big—I know what I'm talking about.

He’s somewhat hairless; there’s a soft fuzz, but nothing too noticeable. When he falls into one of his depression moods, he won’t shower for days. However, he usually maintains a clean and tidy appearance. He prefers his partner to be either shaved or to have a little hair. Occasionally, he enjoys some bush, but as I mentioned, it’s best not to overdo it.

He even offers to shower with you and help clean you up. “You need to use this shampoo; the others dry out your beautiful hair.” In these moments, you find him kind of sweet, which makes you comfortable enough to show him your body. He grips you all over like a wild animal, starved and helpless.

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Could you do more poly ghostface headcanons?

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GF group w/ reader

They admire everything you do. They observe, study, and learn from your every move. Roman is the oldest and, in his opinion, the best among them. Naturally, he is determined to prove that he is superior to the others. Although he may not seem very affectionate at first, after some time of dating him, he gradually becomes warmer and more caring, revealing aspects of himself he has never shown to anyone else before.

Mickey is almost the complete opposite of Roman. He's very loud and constantly makes jokes about the other boys. He cuddles you all the time and even wants to shower with you. You feel as if he wants to be very close to you, almost as if he wants to be in your skin, which he does.

Ethan is a shy boy, just like Charlie. Both of them are somewhat insecure in their relationship. You bring light to their lives and brighten their days. They love you, even if they don’t say it outright. Before you came along, they were not the best versions of themselves. They still have their flaws, but now their hearts are more open and more content because of you.

Just because they work to win your affection doesn’t mean there won't be arguments and fights about it. Each person wants their alone time with you and desires a specific amount of time with their partner. Whether it’s 5 minutes or 5 hours, they need you. They crave you, almost like an obsession.

Take this as you wish, but they buy you almost everything. Roman has a pretty decent bank account, and he puts it to good use. The ones who usually say "I love you" are mostly Ethan, Charlie, and Stu, with Mickey saying it sometimes. Roman doesn’t really care for expressing it verbally. If he ever did say it, it would be in a private moment between just the two of you.

You all have at least one shirt that matches, and yes, you should wear it as often as possible. It's important to teach them different habits, like how to shower regularly, among other things. You'll find that dates happen more often than you might expect. They love to buy you your favorite drinks and snacks throughout the day.

"It's my turn to spend time with them! You've had them all fucking day, Charlie!" you hear Ethan yell across the room. His tone reminds you of a child who isn't getting what he wants. You want the boys to understand that you love them all equally and that you expect them to recognize this as well.

Trust me, you are protected in every way. These guys would go to great lengths for you. If anyone looks at you strangely, they’re out of the picture. If someone makes them feel threatened, they're gone. As soon as they arrive, they're gone. This could even be a family member or a close friend that they choose to remove from your life. Don’t test them.

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𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬?

Warnings: a couple of these are not so sweet, you’ve been warned.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬:

He’s a 0.5 out of 10. When it comes to your child, he might abandon you and the infant. He could even create a new identity. If he does stick around, his parenting skills are just okay. Both of you are new parents, so it’s understandable that you wouldn’t have everything figured out yet. However, if he truly loves you, he will make an effort for you and your baby. If you upset him, though, he may disappear from your life. You might not find him until years later when he has a completely new identity.

𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫:

I would give him an 8, I think. He definitely won’t abandon you or the baby, and he’ll be there for the baby shower and when you deliver the child. Depending on how old you both are, he might know a bit more about babies and how to take care of them. I have a feeling that the baby, regardless of gender, will be a spitting image of Stu; his genes are strong. He might even say, “The baby looks just like me, man. I’m a dad now,” and could shed happy tears—if he doesn’t leave you for Billy!

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧:

9.3 out of 10. He would do his best to stay close to you and the baby, even going as far as stopping his criminal activities for your sake. You both have a baby boy, and he comes up with a very simple name: “Charlie, because it rhymes with Archie.” You can't help but laugh as you cuddle the baby. He's nervous about showing his scarred face to the infant, but you encourage him to do so, explaining that the baby should know what his daddy looks like. Surprisingly, instead of screaming or crying, the baby laughs and reaches out for him. It nearly brings him to tears.

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭:

7/10. He genuinely tries his best for your family. When he found out you were pregnant, he was overjoyed and pulled you into a bear hug. Throughout your pregnancy, he made sure you felt safe and sound at home. When the baby is born, Thomas immediately holds the child, and you’ll notice that the baby has a lot of hair, just like him, and resembles him as well. However, the reason why he scores a 7/10 is that he doesn’t quite understand how to keep the baby away from harmful objects. If you leave him in charge of watching the baby, there's a chance they might end up with a knife in hand. Oh no!

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧:

Fuck no/10. No, no, no. It’s not that he’s a bad parent; it’s that he puts too much pressure on you and your child. If you have a girl, he gets upset and says, “A boy would be easier…more efficient. Girls are more complicated.” You stare at him in shock and disgust, informing him that if he continues this behavior, you and your baby will leave, regardless of the gender. “You can’t leave me,” he insists. But ultimately, you do leave anyway.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦:

11/10. This is probably the best one on this list. They shower you and your child with so much love and passion. Hannibal is a great leader (except for the, you know). Will, of course, has his issues, but he sets them aside for you and the baby. Hannibal comes up with a very unique name for the infant—one that even you, as the mom, can barely pronounce. They work together as a team to take care of you. The baby looks like a mixture of all three of you.

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧:

6/10. You know what? He scores a pretty decent number. Why, you may ask? Because he’s surprisingly a good dad. It’s really strange. He doesn’t care about the baby’s gender; he’ll love the baby to death either way. If he could talk, he would never stop raving about how cute the baby is. “Art, the baby needs a diaper change.” He’s already on it. The baby is literally half demon, so the infant will be around dangerous objects right from the start. Even though the baby isn’t fully human, it still requires human essentials like food, showers, and so on.

𝐉𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬:

10/10. Considering your babies are not typical, he is a good dad to them. He brings them food every day and even gets food for you as well. Your birth wasn’t as hard as you expected it to be, but you pushed through it anyway. He is truly a good man to those babies and even takes them out hunting. He also cleans them when necessary.

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Could you please do a headcanon of billy loomis, stu macher and horny the clown would be like as dad's please?

yeah sure!

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NSFW Breeding HC

Warnings: this includes unprotected sex, pregnancy, fem! reader. none of these gifs are mine, credits to the owners.

Includes: Billy Loomis, Horny The Clown, Stu Marcher, Thomas Hewitt, Patrick Bateman, Hannigram, Bo Sinclair, Jeepers Creepers, Art The Clown.

ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵒᵐⁱˢ:

He’s about 50/50 when it comes to that sort of thing. Of course, he would like to breed you, but he doesn’t want you to end up pregnant. He doesn’t want kids until he’s around 25 or something. If you’re on birth control, then this will be much more common. “Come on, just one more round. You can take it,” he teases you, wanting to challenge your willpower. You lie there and let him use you.

ʰᵒʳⁿʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

He’s the worst one on this list. His name gives you all the information you need. Archie will tie you down and use the time to breed you. You will end up pregnant because he doesn’t understand what protection means. No, he won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Even though he can be a pain, he still loves you very much. You will bear his children, and he will be a good father.

ˢᵗᵘ ᵐᵃʳᶜʰᵉʳ:

My poor baby Stu, he’s so loving and caring… just fucking kidding. Stu is a real natural freak. This obviously means he's going to breed you. He'll make sure you’re comfortable first before making any big moves, but after that, it's wraps. A little Stu will be on the way since he can’t last more than five minutes. “I can’t help it; you just feel too good, man.” You try to reason with him, but that still won't work. So, I hope you enjoy having a baby!

ᵗʰᵒᵐᵒˢ ʰᵉʷⁱᵗᵗ:

Of course, he wants a family with you, but he uses that as an excuse to cum in you. Your stomach will be full because he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. He may act like he doesn’t care, but deep down, Thomas is just a big baby—so he does care for you. He keeps you in the house and does what he knows best, especially once you train him. Eventually, you will end up pregnant, and he will be more than joyful about having a child with you.

ᵖᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵇᵃᵗᵉᵐᵃⁿ:

The main reason he wants to breed with you is so that you have his child. He believes that worrying about his life outside of work gives the impression that he has everything under control. However, you know that he doesn’t, meaning you won’t have his child until he admits to himself that he has flaws. "I'm in touch with humanity. I know what I'm talking about... dear," he says. You just roll your eyes at him. He either doesn't understand, or maybe he does but pretends not to. You're not sure.

ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵍʳᵃᵐ:

They would take turns, creating a situation where you couldn't tell who was who, if you know what I mean. Each time they release, they switch places, forcing you to adjust once again. No, they won't purposely try to get you pregnant, but it would happen naturally. You won't know which one of them is the father, but they won't care as long as the child is theirs. They take good care of you, and when the baby arrives, they won't let either you or the infant out of their sight.

ᵇᵒ ˢⁱⁿᶜˡᵃⁱʳ:

Oh yea, you’re speaking his language. If you let him, he could keep you busy for hours. He might even tie you down if you make him mad enough. With just a snap of his fingers, you find yourself under his control. Soon, a baby could be on the way; he’s definitely a family man. His brothers will be thrilled for both of you as you celebrate the news of your pregnancy. “Darlin’, let’s make another one.” Oh no.

ʲᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ:

You will have a bunch of babies. He will give you a lot of little creepers, and it’s not like you have a choice in the matter; you're the one getting involved with him. The pregnancy takes a while to progress because he’s not human, and neither are your babies. You’ll be pregnant for about a year before you give birth to his offspring. However, you don’t regret it; he knows exactly what he’s doing when it’s just the two of you. He will be a pretty good dad.

ᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

If "left to get the milk" were a person, it would be art. Oh my lord, he doesn’t seem to care if you end up pregnant—or at least he acts like he doesn’t. With the little pale girl around, you both already feel like parents. But now that you’re having a child of your own because someone (art) can’t pull out properly, things have changed. When you show him the pregnancy test, he jumps up and down with joy, then leaves you alone. He’s so strange.

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Hi how are you? I was wondering when the Breeding kink headcanon will be out?

i’m halfway done!!

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your works are so fucking good.

Mr. & Mrs. Bateman's Conversation

You marry one of Pierce & Pierce's vice presidents, Patrick Bateman. People, secretly, have underestimated the relationship of you and your arrogant husband; someone thinks you and Patrick would divorce after few months or few years of marriage. But you and your husband are married many years and still together… How could it be possible? How could you and your husband be one of remarkable, happy couples in your society? What is you both's secret?

Husband! Patrick Bateman x Wife! Reader (2.9k words) — Some dialogues include explicit language (dirty talk), mentioning sex, degradation, and execution (in a joking manner). Also, Patrick from my headcanon is such a tease yet silly husband; he loves and trusts you with all of his heart, so he shows and tells his thoughts and desires to you without hesitation. Moreover, he will tease and stay close to you any chance he has. I hope you enjoy reading this short story!

Some Pierce & Pierce's vice president held a Christmas party; the house now filled with guests that Patrick was and wasn't familiar with. During the party, he went to the bathroom and walked downstairs, passing few groups of people in the front hallway, before heading to the living room where you talked to one of your friends.

Although you were amid the large crowd with the same fashion as you, he would always notice you, his wife. His elegant and polite wife. The only love of his life. The only one who brought him a mixture of sanity and insanity. The only one who loved him from who he was, not a business card that was as white as someone's bone. The only one who adored him when he cried and threw up… he hated what he had done it, but you loved it, so he loved you.

You married him for years, yet he still loved you, enthusiastically and endlessly.

How could it be?

As your friend, carrying a toddler, just turned her attention to other acquaintances and talked to them, Patrick approached and stood next to you; his hand instinctively touched your back and moved down to your hips. "Ah, this song," he said with the unique smooth voice, kissing your soft cheek gently. The low music in the party made annoying noises around him acceptable.

"It's not a Christmas song, but I won't complain about it, because it's a song we danced together in our wedding," you replied with a warm smile, before finishing the drink in your hand.

"Yeah… You made me hard so bad in that night."

You almost spilled champagne from your mouth, your beautiful eyes widening. You knew Patrick Bateman, your goddamn arrogant husband, enjoy teasing you with naughty words. When your sharp glance laid on him, his mocking smirk appeared on the charming face that you wanted to kiss tenderly and rub your hands against his cheeks harshly at the same time. "Excuse me?"

"Yes, baby?"

No! Not now! He shouldn't say this sweet word among the crowd. Because you grew up in a conservative family, and you knew your husband would call you like that when he wanted to fill your mouth with something, you preferred to be polite and elegant as much as you could.

"Patrick, could you use another term to call me in this night?"

Your husband looked into your eyes, raising one of his brows with skepticism, while his hand squeezed your butt which was covered by your favorite black dress. "Of course, Mrs. Bateman," he retorted playfully.

"You annoy me for the entire evening, Mr. Bateman," and you had a quick mind.

"Hi, Patrick!" your friend turned her attention back to you, greeting your husband friendly, while your husband just nodded instead of saying hello. "Oh, could you hold him for minutes? I need to go to the bathroom," your friend asked you for a favor, and you were happy to carry your nephew.

As you placed an empty glass on the table nearby, holding the only child of this party with caution, your friend walked out of the crowded room. "Hello, little boy. This is me, your auntie," your voice was softer than ever, and that made your husband frown at you… or at the thing you held.

"Ugh, what is it?" he asked, his lips twisting with the look of disgust.

"What?"

"The thing you holds."

You looked at Patrick with disbelief, before replying: "A boy. A child."

"Ugh," a corner of Patrick's lips curled up… But the thing that made you chuckle was one of party guests turning his attention to your husband and wearing a reindeer headband on your husband's brown hair.

"And what are you, Patrick? A male reindeer?"

After that guest walked away, one of Patrick's hands touched the headband on his head to study the shape of it. "Don't you dare compare me to any kind of animal," he lowered his hand, looking into your eyes once again, "because I can be that kind of thing tonight."

"Patrick!" you immediately restrained the toddler's listen, gently pushing the little head to lean against you — your shoulder shut one of the boy's ears — and covering his another ear with your hand. "You know he's too young to listen!"

"Darling, how could this little creation of mammals understand what I was talking about?"

"You said what?!" you knew he could be humorous sometimes, but you didn't expect him to use these kind of words in this casual situation.

"Whatever," Patrick's hand on your hips trailed up to the exposed part of your back, his cold fingers fondling your soft skin. "But I can reproduce if you want," he said smugly.

"I want, absolutely, but that doesn't happen," you sighed and stopped covering the toddler's ears. "Should we visit a doctor?"

"Baby, everything will be fine if you literally let me fuck you harder—"

"Patrick!!"

Across the room, there was a small group of men drinking and talking to each other; some of them were interested in the most happy couple in their social circle.

"Damn, I can't understand her," a man in a gray tailored suit sputtered, using the hand that held a champagne glass to point at you and your husband.

"Who?" A man in a black suit asked, looking around the living room to check for a specific woman his companion just mentioned. "Her?"

"Yeah, she should marry someone better than that silly guy who keeps smiling at everything, including some opinions that mocked him."

"That guy? You mean Bateman?"

"Bateman?" a gray-suited man couldn't believe what he just heard. "Are you talking about Patrick Bateman, the guy that looks more idiotic than Marcus Halberstam?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously? I thought that motherfucker was Marcus Halberstam," the hand that pointed at you kept to himself. "I can't believe that. His wife has nice ass as fuck."

Nearby, there was a small group of women drinking and talking to each other. Nothing was different from a male group; some of them were interested in the most happy couple in their social circle.

"Ah, I remember that Patrick was always with blonde — slutty — women," a woman in a red dress crossed her arms, signaling her companion by rolling her eyes to the cornor Mr. and Mrs. Bateman were standing.

"Really?" a woman in a pink dress tilted her head. "She, his wife, looks like an upper-class lady or something refined, not slutty."

"People can change their stereotype, I guess?"

"Perhaps," a pink-dressed woman replied. "But if he was still single, you might be the woman he fucked tonight."

"Are you saying that I look like a slut?!"

Meanwhile, the conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Bateman kept going. "Goddamn—we come here every year, and nothing is exciting," and now Patrick treated you like a trustworthy friend, his wrist resting on your shoulder — the side that had no baby's head leaning on — yet this gesture made him standing near your friend's kid.

You gently shook and played with that toddler — he didn't like when you paid attention to another man. Yet, that mammal was just a boy that didn't even know how stunning you were, so he let the boy clinging on you. He was so merciful, wasn't he?

"All right, husband," you talked to him while you smiled to your nephew, "how could a Christmas party be boring?"

Patrick hummed and answered: "Because it has not played Texas Chainsaw Massacre yet, I assume."

Goddamn—your husband knew how to irritate you the most. You looked up at Patrick, your eyes gleaming with annoyance more than a few moments ago. "It's not even a Christmas movie."

"Sure it is if I imitated scary parts here," then his free hand waved in the air, chuckling heartily before he unveiled his fantasy. "Imagine blood splattered around this fucking antique living room, angel—or on my face. It's red. Fucking red," he nodded as if you would understand that. "Blood of stupid chicks and those bullshits in low-priced suits. And it absolutely matches the Christmas theme—ha!"

You furrowed your brows, looking at him with displeasure. You knew that he trusted you more than anyone in the world, so he told you everything in his head as if you were his personal therapist or something; you should get used to it, absolutely, but how could this motherfucker say those things with the smooth tone and inspired expression?

"Huh?" You finally managed to ask him: "You love that movie so much?"

"I love your tits more than that movie, baby."

"Again?!" you must cover the toddler's ears like you had done seconds ago. "And in front of the real baby?!"

"Ugh, leave that short guy alone. He doesn't even know how to do with your breast."

Across the room… "See? They have an argument," a gray-suited man still criticized the couple he envied. "I hope she will divorce him soon."

Nearby… "Ah, they're fighting?" a red-dressed woman noted. "I do want to be Patrick's slut."

But their words could stick in their own throats since they had no ideas how perfect your relationship with Patrick was.

"Hey, baby," your husband, still resting one of his wrists on your shoulder, had a new idea in his mind, but the little movement of the toddler in your embrace made him retort. "Not you, idiot."

You didn't know that you should laugh or snap him for this intolerable act.

"Well, I just found out that one of guest rooms upstairs has a really nice bed and balcony," Patrick smoothly whispered to your ear, his warm breath pouring down your skin and a pearl earring. "And…"

His big free hand covered the back of your hand which was covering the toddler's ear. Then, he casually said:

"I wanna fuck you there."

You immediately tilted your head to look at him; your nose and his were almost touching. He had beautiful hazel eyes, yet it was always shining with something mischievous when he was needy. However, you were elegant and refined for the entire life — you pretended to be for your family and your society's sake, at least — how could you fuck him in the guest room that the host didn't allow?!

And what if someone knew that you were so slutty when he made you moan? Or what if someone knew Patrick didn't make love to you conventionally?

You had an image to preserve, regardless of the fact that your horny husband knew how to tempt you and you always enjoyed it.

But now, you only narrowed your eyes and said: "Just shut your mouth for a second—"

"Only your pussy is there."

Yes, he absolutely knew how to tempt you, how to seduce you with his blunt, rude, yet funny intentions. You almost chuckled but restrained yourself by biting your lower lip. Why did you marry this man at first?! Why did you feel that this lewd husband was the right person in every single day? How?

"To be honest, that bed is so soft," Patrick kissed your temple, still using his smooth tone and covering the little guy's ear and your hand by his hand. "I mean, I could see you riding me there… And your fucking breasts are like, moving, you know, ho-ho!" he imitated Santa Claus' laugh with a low tone.

And yes, you couldn't stop yourself from this temptation anymore. You finally chuckled at his banter, smiling with joy and adoration. "Patrick, darling," you shook your head because of his quick wit, thanking yourself for saying 'yes' in the summertime after you both graduated from Harvard College.

Patrick was satisfied to make you happy — your smile was like the air for breathing. The man with a reindeer headband kissed your temple, giggling against your skin. He could survive and forget about the mess around him or in his head because of you.

"Damn, that motherfucker makes her laugh," a gray-suited man sighed, drinking champagne with surrender.

"Seriously? She laughed like that?" a red-dressed woman commented. "Not slutty at all."

"Oh, my, Patrick—hey!" and then your friend came back from the bathroom; Patrick and you sent the boy back to the mother. "There you are, going back to your mommy's embrace."

Your friend talked to you briefly, before excusing herself from the crowded room, because that little boy needed some sleep.

"I hope your mammal story isn't the reason why her son yawned," you said, before wrapping your arm around his waist as you always did when he rested his wrist on your shoulder; this gesture made you both look like friends, yet it was suitable for him to have your breast close to his side and your hand close to his hips.

"Finally," Patrick's free hand reached for a glass of champagne, sipping it for a moment.

"If he heard, it might cause him a nightmare," you said dryly, your eyes boring around the room.

"To be fair, that mammal doesn't even know what A to Z are."

"Mammal—okay, Patrick," you turned your gaze back to him. "You should stop teasing me, all right? This isn't your apartment—"

"Then call me daddy."

"Huh?"

His sneer plastered on his face as he looked down at you. "Call me daddy and no more teasing."

"Not with that headband," you looked up at the thing over his brown hair.

"Why, angel?"

Patrick sipped more champagne, before placing a glass — near yours — on the table. He then faced you, resting his hands on your shoulders, and that made you shift your hands into his jacket, embracing his waist instinctively. You knew it was strange, because you should be the one who rested your hands on his chest or shoulders, but it was the most comfortable position for Mr. and Mrs. Bateman.

"Don't want to be fucked while I wear this thing?" his tone was so velvety as if he tried to convince some businessman to agree with his views. "Don't you know this reindeer is good at making you cry shamelessly?"

"Yes, yes, I know," you sighed, one of your thumbs caressing the soft fabric of his white shirt… But, finally, this proximity led you to know that your husband was already hard; his bulge pressed against your stomach. He was so thick and hard under his tailored pants. "Oh, no, no. You're—"

"Yeah, baby, this is why I keep irritating you."

"But when?"

"When you have a drop of champagne on a corner of your lips."

"About ten minutes ago?" you asked, and Patrick nodded. "Seriously?"

"I'm the most serious guy in the world," he feigned a sad pout, while his big hands held your neck, his thumb brushing your jaw tenderly. "That droplet is like when I came in your mouth and you gulped—"

"Let's take pictures!!"

Suddenly, the host shouted and held a film camera in the air; many people were happy to be in the frame of rich people having fun in the annual boring party.

Mr. and Mrs. Bateman, still hugging each other, shifted their gazes to the crowd; both of them sighed in unison, then turned their attentions back to the previous conversation.

"Those idiots," Patrick mocked them, but his eyes still laid on you.

You and Patrick were close enough to understand each other's minds; he knew you wanted to be with him by the shimmer in your captivating eyes, and you knew he was desperate to have you right here, right now… You both were born to be together, two missing pieces that finally reunited, so you knew the intimacy he craving for would be important to him so much, and you had never ever resisted his desire.

Before shifting away, one of your hands moved to his belt, down to his bulkiness under pants. Only your fingertips could bring the most dangerous thing out of his form. You smiled at him, so warmly, but it was the greatest hint of torture you seemed to enjoy. Damn it! Patrick wanted to fuck you in your beautiful throat… to make you choke in front of those bastards he had no ideas why he couldn't remember their names.

"After taking pictures," you gently clawed at his shaft through the black fabric, teasing him with your skillful movements, "I'll consider riding you and letting you cum in my mouth in that room."

"Baby…" Patrick's hands held your neck tighter but not that harmful, his smooth tone cracked.

"And you must wear that headband all the time," you set the rule as you pulled yourself back from the closeness, while your husband reluctantly let you go, but he knew he couldn't stay here a little longer or someone shouted out again.

As you both headed to the crowd and searched for the place to stand, Patrick whispered one more time:

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"But I love your tits the most."

"I know, daddy."

You surprised him when you said that term and joined people in the group. Daddy. God, you said that. He could come in his underwear at any moment, but his wife just casually said that and feigned the refined image in front of the crowd.

"Ah," he bit his own thumb, before joining you, standing close to you as if he couldn't spend a second without the love of his life.

Who would know the secret of having a happy relationship?

No one.

Thank you for reading this! I don't know what happened to me; I wrote this thing about 5-6 hours but got almost 3k words (that I couldn't do that for years). And this is my first AP story, so I hope you like it! I'll check later if I misspelled some words or not. If you enjoy their cheeky talk, you may tell me or check mr & mrs bateman's conversation! Have a nice day 🤍

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Vamp! Sabrina C. + Jenna O. With Fem! Actor Reader

Both of these girls have an unusual obsession with you. They know about the movies you starred in and have gone to see every one of them together. They see you perform on stage, ensuring their voices are heard among the crowd. Despite this, you remain oblivious to the whole situation, unaware that they have feelings for you.

You wouldn’t expect such talented women to be so in love with you. You thought of yourself as a basic human being with only a small amount of talent. When you won your first Grammy, you were shocked. You never imagined you would receive such praise for your efforts, especially considering how you grew up.

Every moment they spent alone together brought you to their minds. “Y/N looks so beautiful; what an angel,” Sabrina said. Jenna couldn’t help but agree almost immediately. In their eyes, you were truly beautiful, an essential piece of elegance. The outfits you wore and the way you spoke were mesmerizing to them.

As the Met Gala approached this year, it was the perfect opportunity for them to see you. While starting a conversation, they couldn’t help but keep their eyes on you. There’s something about you that captivates them, leaving them feeling locked in and unable to find a way out.

The way they envelop you in their warm embrace of love is intentional; they know exactly what they’re doing. They choose their words carefully and know when to say them. It puts you in a sort of trance, and you don’t mind at all. They want to sink their teeth into you, marking you as theirs for good.

They started by asking you to spend the night with them, claiming it was just a "girls' night." Although you had things to do, you agreed and went over anyway. It felt like a scene from a movie; their house was stunning. It resembled a maze, with ancient paintings on the walls and beautiful marble floors.

To ensure that all the attention was on you and no one else, Jenna said with excitement, "I got us all matching pajamas!" How did she know your clothing size, though? Maybe it was just a lucky guess. But little did you know, those girls would spy on you in their free time.

They offer to show you the bathroom to change in, but instead of leaving you alone, they come in behind you. “May I have some privacy?” you ask nervously. “We’re all girls, what’s the problem?” Jenna rubs her fingers against your back, tracing your spine with her thin fingers.

The night ended up with you underneath them as they took full control. Their lips and tongue began dancing on both sides of your neck as you felt the sting of teeth sinking into it. You thought they were gonna kill you; but they just wanted a taste.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you say, feeling Sabrina pull away from the crook of your neck. When she looks at you, you notice her completely black eyes. “Oh sweetie, we could never hurt you. You’re our little angel; we adore you so much. We just wanted to claim you as ours.” Claim you as theirs? You feel confused, yet there’s a part of you that enjoys it.

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what's dinner like in the slasher house? I obviously don't think they all eat together every night bcs yk, demons with different diets, plus that would be like rlly overstimulating to eat dinner with like 100 ppl every single day. so on the rare occasion that everyone does eat together what's it like ?

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Dinner W/ Slashers

There is so much chaos and so many arguments. If it came down to it, you would be the only sane person in the house. They never stop talking, won’t sit still, and refuse to follow simple instructions. Majority of them act like children most of the time, and it can be very frustrating for you.

You help Hannibal serve the plates on the table, being careful not to drop anything along the way. Hannibal is perfect; he never drops a dish or messes up his meals, and he inspires you in a way. The boys are so loud. Between Bo, Otis, and Freddy, you can’t decide which one is the loudest.

Chucky is not allowed to sit anywhere near Bubba or Thomas for a reason: he tends to share things he shouldn’t, making them uncomfortable. “Charles, leave him alone.” He’s far too old to be treating others this way, but you digress. He’s not as bad as Otis; in fact, Otis is the worst—almost.

The cleanup process, though... oh my lord, it’s the worst thing you could do. Art the Clown is the messiest of them all; he leaves traces of his existence everywhere, which means there might be bodily fluids on and under the table. Hannibal has completely banned Art from even thinking about sitting at the table due to his lack of hygiene.

The more sinister side of the house doesn't consume food like humans. Instead, they hunt souls; when they're hungry, they go out in search of a victim. I imagine that Jeepers Creepers might try a small plate of real food just out of curiosity, but after that, he's off looking for meat.

Convincing Carrie to eat can be quite a challenge. She mostly stays in her room and only comes out for important matters. However, as her friend, you want to be there to comfort her. Sometimes, when Hannibal and Will are out, you find yourself in charge of preparing meals. If you can't cook, don't worry; Hannibal is willing to offer you some lessons.

Cooking for all those people can be a hassle. Instead, you ask them what they want, and if you don't feel like cooking it, tell them to get it themselves.

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Hannigram Headcanons

Hannibal had been observing you for some time before he finally decided to approach you. It took months for him to realize that you were the one for him. Will was taken aback, unsure about this sudden shift in their relationship. However, Hannibal was careful in his choice. After all, you were going to spend the rest of your life with them, whether you wanted to or not; they had already made that decision.

After the relationship began, it was rough for you at first. I mean, dating two people is already a lot to manage, and their personalities are so different that you had to adjust to each of them. Adjusting to Hannibal wasn’t so difficult, but Will was a different story. His random outbursts and seizures were challenging to handle initially, but you figured it out in time.

Hannibal spoils both you and Will with gifts and love. He doesn’t care if you didn’t ask for something; he’s going to get it for you anyway. His love language is definitely words of affirmation and gift-giving. As for Will, well… does he really have a love language? He loves both you and Hannibal, but he’s not big on public displays of affection or that sort of thing.

You guys do share a bed, but if you ever need some personal space, there’s always an extra bedroom where you can sleep and relax. The same goes for showering—if you need some privacy, you’ve got it! They completely understand that. Even though Hannibal can be a bit clingy at times, he will set that aside for you.

Arguing is quite rare in your relationship, but it does happen from time to time. The main person who initiates these arguments is Will. If he wakes up in a bad mood, you can expect him to express it. If you comment on his grumpiness, he'll respond with something like, "I’m not mad!" even though it's obvious he is.

Cuddling while Hannibal reads a book happens at least four days a week. Hannibal is definitely a book nerd. Will, on the other hand, is completely different; he just lays in bed and watches TV before falling asleep or stares at the ceiling until his eyes feel heavy. It's something that worries you.

When you go out in public, they never leave your side, always ensuring your safety. Will loves keeping an eye on you; you’re his favorite (after Hannibal). Their obsession with protecting you is unusual and goes beyond what is considered normal, but given that they are not typical human beings, it doesn’t really matter.

You always have to wear the best clothes. As I mentioned earlier, Hannibal spoils you rotten! You receive the newest pants, shirts, and other items the day they are released. Hannibal loves watching your reaction when he gets you something new; he truly appreciates your laughter and smile. He just enjoys being there with you!

The two of them bring you flowers each morning (if you’re not allergic) with a card that says how much they love you. It’s so cute. They are so in love that, in a way, you changed them without knowing.

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Slasher Women Comfort HC

Includes: Tiffiany Valentine, Jennifer Check, Amber Freeman, Baby Firefly, Quinn Bailey.

ᵗⁱᶠᶠⁱᵃⁿʸ ᵛᵃˡᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵉ:

"What’s wrong, Pudding?" She is such a sweetheart; I don’t care what anyone says. As soon as she sees that you’re sad or upset, she immediately comes to your aid, wiping your tears and giving you kisses. If you’d like, she’ll even do your makeup to help you feel better. If you have her wrapped around your finger, she’ll definitely make sure you know it. Moreover, she has plans to remove anyone who gets in the way.

ʲᵉⁿⁿⁱᶠᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ:

“What's wrong?” Jennifer asks as she notices your tear-stained face. Her way of comforting you is through back rubs or gentle kisses. She doesn't use many words because she struggles to find the right ones. However, the most she manages to say is, “Fuck them, you’re hot,” or some other encouraging phrase to help boost your confidence. She genuinely tries her best for you, even going so far as to confront the person who made you feel this way.

ᵃᵐᵇᵉᶠ ᶠʳᵉᵉᵐᵃⁿ:

"Are you seriously crying over that?" she asks, failing to grasp the seriousness of your feelings. Although she isn't the best at handling emotions, she genuinely hates seeing you upset. While she would definitely get rid of the person who made you angry, Amber thinks you shouldn't be so "dramatic" about it. "It's not that big of a deal," she says. She doesn’t fully understand your concerns and feelings in this situation. If you take the time to sit her down and explain, maybe she will come to understand.

ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉ:

She is definitely amazing at giving words of encouragement. Despite her shy personality, Carrie is a wonderful partner. She loves you and hates to see you feeling down. Of course, she sits with you and rubs your sore back. If you ever ask her to get rid of someone bothering you, she might just do it in a heartbeat. You always protect and love each other in the best possible way. Her love for you grows more each and every day.

ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᶠⁱʳᵉᶠˡʸ:

“Now, what’s got my baby crying?” she asks, her energy unwavering even when you're upset. She'll calm things down for a little while, trying to help you. “Who did what?” It's clear she needs to know the person’s identity and where they live. Don’t worry; Firefly is determined to ensure that they never hurt anyone again, especially someone she cares about—you. She’ll be there for you, ready to provide a shoulder to cry on.

ᵠᵘⁱⁿⁿ ᵇᵃⁱˡᵉʸ:

“Wait, they did what now?” Quinn is determined to ensure you're okay at all times. She is a very confident person and wants you to feel just as confident as she is. “Just relax; it’s okay. They’re stupid anyway,” she reassures you, encouraging you to calm down and catch your breath. If needed, she’ll run you a bath or a shower to help you unwind. She might even offer to join you.

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Hi, can you do hcs about Valak in his true form. Pretty please🥺

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