#charlie myers

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xo - s.h.

kinktober/freaky fall prompt: teasing

pairing: steve harrington x oc charlie myers

rating: e; 18+ only

warnings: teasing, smut (p in v sex, handjob), cuddling

His whine was almost pathetic, a small, desperate thing as his thick fingers dug painfully into Charlie’s hips, begging her to keep moving. She chuckled then, deep and throaty, as she lifted off of him, hovering just out of reach of his thrusting hips. She hadn’t let him remove his boxers yet, insisting on working him up slowly until he lost all sense of self-control. 

“Please.” His voice was raspy, a tinge of anguish wavering at the edge. Strands of her long, chestnut hair tickled his hands as they hovered by the small of her back. 

“I didn’t tell you that you could touch me yet, Steve.”

She moved to get off of his lap, a smirk playing at her lips as she shifted to his side. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Please, I promise I’ll be good.” His eyes, nearly black with need, stared up at her, wet and pleading.

With a laugh, she shuffled down the bed, bracing her hands on his freckled thighs, and peering up at him from under her long lashes. 

“I’ll take it easy on you,” she said, breath fanning over the length of his bulge, “if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”

He swallowed thickly, his eyes locked on the distance between her lips and the straining fabric, and nodded. Charlie hummed her approval and his hips bucked toward her mouth of their own accord. Not wanting to keep him waiting for too long, she began to gently walk her fingers along the length of him, stopping before she reached the tip, and walking them back down, excruciatingly slow. Gripping his hips, she followed the path her fingers had taken, tracing her nose over the underside of his cock.

When she noticed the dark blue spot staining the fabric, she placed a delicate, lingering kiss there. Sparing a look up for his reaction, she saw Steve’s gaze glued to the ceiling, his bottom lip clenched tightly between his teeth. 

“Oh, Stevie,” she tutted. “What do you want me to do for you, baby?”

“Touch me” His voice was shaky, barely more than a whisper. "Please.”

Her fingers worked deftly, undoing the buttons on the fly of his boxers, taking him in hand and gently pulling him through the opening. The whispered curses tumbling from his lips spurred her on as she slowly stroked him, rolling her palm over his leaking tip with each pass. His breathing became more erratic, his fingers flexing as he fought the urge to touch her. His head pressed deeper into the pillow, the tendons of his neck straining as she added another hand, moving them in opposite directions, pumping him faster.

“Fuck, baby… I need more.”

She let go, ignoring his petulant whine as she crawled up the length of his body, placing a finger to his lips. She kissed him once, twice, three times, her lips lingering against his just long enough to leave him chasing her for more. She pulled his plump lower lip between her teeth, tugging gently, and lowered herself onto his lap once more. 

She slowly slid her slick folds along the now bare skin of his throbbing length. The growl that ripped through his chest let her know that his control was slipping. Charlie sped up the movement of her hips, getting lost in the sensation of the head of his cock brushing against her clit at just the right angle. 

Deciding she’d teased him long enough, she leaned forward, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss, grinding on him at a desperate pace and whimpering against his mouth. 

“Steve… oh God, Steve. Touch me. Please.”

Before she knew what was happening, Charlie had been flipped onto her back, Steve hovering over her, the blunt tip of him notched at her entrance. He pushed in slightly, pulling back to run himself through her folds, slapping himself against her clit before pushing further inside. She kicked at the sheets that tangled at her ankles, allowing herself to fully open up for him, and situating her head against the plush pillows.

Shudders racked through both of them at the feeling of him fully seating himself inside of her. His forehead dropped to hers, sweaty strands of his messy hair falling into her eyes, as his hand gently cupped her cheek. They lay there like that for a moment, completely still, reveling in the feeling of their connected bodies, their breath mingling through a half dozen almost-kisses.

When he began to move inside her, she hooked her ankles behind his thighs, angling her hips to take him deeper and deeper still, nails raking over the plump flesh of his backside as she moved against him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking tiny purple bruises into her skin, savoring the salty taste of her on his tongue. 

They began to move in tandem, their bodies seeming to be so in tune with each other that it was hard to decipher where one began and the other ended. 

Steve canted his hips slightly, bringing one hand up to cup her breast, twisting and pinching her pebbled nipple between his thick fingertips. The other firmly gripped the back of her thigh, shifting it higher on his hip, sure to leave bruises for her to find in the morning. From this new angle he brushed against that spongy spot inside of her, far beyond her own reach, making her feel like she had been struck by lightning. 

Her toes curled, legs tightening their grip on his thighs, and she buried a hand in his hair, keeping his face pressed into her neck. She felt him smile against her, wicked and mischievous, before he raked his teeth over her sensitive skin, nibbling softly at her collarbone. She arched her back, pushing him impossibly deeper inside of her, a choked sob escaping her as she dug her nails painfully into the meat of his ass, using the grip to guide him back and forth, over and over the spot that made her see stars until she was sure she would crumble to dust beneath him. 

Charlie felt her release building low in her gut, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. Mouthing over her jaw, he placed a sloppy kiss to her mouth, whining against her lips when he felt her tighten around him. His hips snapped against hers, setting an erratic pace that let her know he was just as close to coming undone as she was. 

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. He tugged her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking lightly, kissing her again. “Let go for me.”

Every muscle in her body felt like it was wound tight enough to snap. Unable to form words, her moans crescendoed into a high pitched whine as she shattered around him. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded her body and she felt the tension in her limbs begin to melt away into something warm and utterly divine. She kissed him again, slow and lazy, relinquishing her grip on his ass to tangle both hands in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. His hips stilled, pressing deeper, his own broken moans filling the room as he spilled inside her. 

Reluctantly, Charlie extracted herself from Steve, tiptoeing to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When she returned, she found him sprawled on his stomach, face smushed into the pillow, an arm stretched over the empty space of the bed, waiting on her to fill it.

She had to stifle a giggle at the sight of Steve’s bare ass on display, his boxers having been shed sometime in the midst of their fun. She gave his cheek a little slap and he jumped, sitting up to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her down onto the bed in a fit of giggles. He threw a muscular leg over her thigh, using the arm wrapped around her waist to pull her against him, and buried his face in her neck.

They stayed like that for a while, too content to bask in the feeling of being in each others’ arms to shift into a more comfortable position. Charlie petted the silky strands of Steve’s hair from his forehead, listening contentedly to his breathing as it slowed, syncing with hers, until they both fell into a peaceful sleep.

(dividers by @saradika)

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slashers who are ready to be at your service whenever you ask them. Who cares if they’re outside? Fuck them in the bathroom or bend them over the hood of your car once you guys are in a somewhat secluded area. Make the sex rough and quick, like you just wanna get it over with, make them feel as though they’re nothing to you, just a perfect hole for a perfect guy. They absolutely love that shit.

Bite their necks and tell them how dirty they are, how others would react if they saw the two of you at that moment, your cock buried deep inside their ass, filling them up until it was almost unbearable.

Humiliate them.

[bisexualalienss]

Happy pride to the queer characters of the gay alien show!

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[internalchickens]

"is he REALLY your comfort character if youre crying over him all the time?"

YES!!! THE PAIN IS PART OF THE COMFORT!!!!! THE SUFFERING IS THE BEST PART!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL SOB UNTIL THE DAY THE EARTH OPENS ITS UNHOLY JAWS AND CONSUMES ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch]

People I'd think that'd love the eraserhead baby

Number 1:jason vorhees and his mom

Cmon shed kill for jason. And jason wouldn't kill him.

They'd love the eraserhead baby. Honestly probably because everything they deem as "ugly" they find awesome.

Luda may IS SO SWEET.

Michael myers mom. She'd be scared at first but she'd love it like her own.

Can't tell me he wouldnt

She'd got that motherly love

He's a gentle giant

Nice gramps

[anonymouscheeses]

When the hyperfixation gets so bad you start to stalk the actors too.

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My version of Lana Myers from the Mindf*ck book series 🍎 🔪 (They are so gooood, so happy I discovered them)

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please horror movie men, save me!

[lady-morrigen]

A wee challenge! Make a four pic mood board for one of your oc's/fics and give us a short summary 🖤

ok so i can't choose - they're all my babies! so uh... have them all lol (also i literally threw these together and should not be considered a reflection of my ability to make moodboards lmao)

starting with Allaegon, we have Aegon Targaryen x Allana Tyrell. Allana is sent to KL as Queen Alicent's ward as a favor to her parents. She befriends the Targ kids, as they're close to her in age. she and Aegon unwittingly fall in love, but a freak accident robs her of her memories and they have to navigate a rocky path to rediscovering their connection.

Fenndry are my sweet babies, Gendry Baratheon and Fenna Smallwood. on the run to save his life, Gendry stumbles upon Fenna during the journey to Winterfell. they fall into a whirlwind romance and Fenna must choose if she is to remain the obedient daughter or run off with the King's bastard.

and, probably my favorite, Starlie! I don't even have a complete story for them yet, but i am so so in love with Steve Harrington and Charlie Myers. i cannot wait to see what these crazy kids get into!

tysm, ily 🖤

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Duck or Treat?

A very Oktober Halloween(ish) Gift for the wonderful @ritualofcirice and her work Hazbin Hotel Imagines and Scenarios Chapter 3 : When Lucifer gave you your fiftieth Duck <3

While going Trick or Treat with Niffty an Halloween, Things not go as planned for you and you´re met with the Question - Duck or Treat.

Trigger Warning: NICU, premature Birth, Fear, Hospital Stay

“But Dazzle would look so cute in that costume” -  a sigh escaped your lips as you demonstratively held up the little ketchup bottle-style costume and put all your persuasion,  into convincing Charlie that Razzle or Dazzle could wear a costume for the annual Halloween. But the two bodyguards of the Princess of Hell were not keen and had hidden somewhere in the hotel.

“And Razzle would wear a matching outfit - ketchup and mustard” -  were your additional words and with a reach into one of the bags on the floor, you conjured up the second costume intended for Razzle.

A Halloween mustard bottle outfit. It would have been such a great combination and in your opinion Razzle and Dazzle already looked cute in general... only the costumes would have made them even cuter.

“Darling? Maybe our demon cat told Razzle and Dazzle that you put the hamburger costume on her and wanted to take her trick or treating with Niffty?”  - Lucifer gently placed a hand on your right shoulder. His words made sense.

“Oh yes, I think Razzle and Dazzle are hiding together with your cat, buuuuut Niffty is already excited, she hasn't talked about anything else for last days” -  Charlie said with a smile and took both of the packed costumes from you.

“Maybe we can use one of the costumes for the baby , when it comes in a few months and celebrates its first Halloween?”  - Charlie changed the subject and your hand automatically went to your Stomach,  resting gently on the fabric of your dress.

“Four more months... maybe I should have dressed up as a duckling, hm Luci?” -  you replied and with one hand you reached for Lucifer's to squeeze it gently.

The duck in the oven surprise was a few months ago and since that, you told almost everyone, the public's focus has been on you, more than ever.

And Charlie and Lucifer's concern for your well-being has increased.

But it's still four months until the birth date.

Nevertheless, the thought of all the holidays and special moments , that you could experience with your baby, the family and Lucifer enchants you. The little girl would be loved and protected by everyone.

"And what are you supposed to portray?" -  came the question from Angel, who had sprinkled a little orange glitter in his hair for Halloween and an upcoming shoot for a Halloween spin-off in Valentino's studio.

"Isn't that obvious?"  - Husk commented from the bar and you smiled at the grumpy bartender. He hadn't dressed up and you had already known it.

"Oh? And what exactly is the not so obvious?" -  Angel countered cluelessly.

“A strawberry” -  was Husk’s answer.

“I thought you were supposed to be a tomato… oh” -  said Lucifer, surprised.

You reached into one of the bags again and a small strawberry handbag and a green hat completed your outfit.

“I was already wearing it , when we went through the entrance to the hotel, but it’s a bit warm here today… but yes, Husk is right. I’m a strawberry for Halloween” - you giggled and it was a simple Halloween costume. But sufficient.

“A pregnant strawberry, how cute!” -  giggled Niffty, who came running into the entrance area of ​​the hotel in her Halloween costume and the sight elicited an amused laugh from you. Charlie, Angel and Husk also had to smile.

Because Niffty had put a lot of effort into her costume. She had sewn it by hand and of course chose a bad boy from the last few decades.

A serial killer costume.

Michael Myers.

She had styled her hair a little messier and the dark suit that was typical for Michael Myers had been changed into a knee-length dark two-piece dress and heels along with one of the kitchen knives, which completed her Halloween outfit.

“Exactly, Niffty… or should I say Michael Myers?” -  you said to Niffty who gave you a proud smile and a few moments later a Halloween bucket appeared in both your free hand and Niffty’s hand.

“Don’t forget to smile Ladies!”,  said Alastor from the reception before he and his shadow wrapped themselves in a dark cloud and disappeared.

“Alastor wanted to record a special podcast for Halloween… unfortunately he’s not coming with us”,  explained Niffty and rustled the bag once.

“Oh, he’s already put some sweets in the bags. How nice of him”, you said happily and heard Lucifer quietly grinding his teeth.

“Could be poisoned and….”

“Daaad! Alastor is really trying to be nice!”

“Char-Char it….”

“Dad! Would he try to poison Niffty or the mother of my little sister and your daughter?”

“No?”

You could hear Lucifer wanting to say something else, but the ringing of his cell phone interrupted him. He let go of your hand, walked a few steps away and talked on the phone for a moment.

“I'm afraid I'll have to join you later... there's a meeting scheduled with my brothers and sisters... I'd really like to skip it, I told Asmodeus and Leviathan , that we wanted to go trick or treating with Niffty and....”  - Lucifer had a pained expression on his face, but you completely understood. He was the king of hell, one of the seven deadly sins, and had obligations and duties that he had to fulfill.

“No problem Luci, we'll take care of ourselves and I think with Michael Myers by my side , nothing can happen to me”,  you said lovingly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. If he has to go to this meeting, then so be it.

Lucifer smiled gratefully and then said goodbye.

You say goodbye to Charlie, who waves to you and Niffty as you leave the hotel, and then you set off with the little cyclops in your Halloween costumes,  to visit the first shops and houses to do the well-known trick or treating.

It was something completely different to on earth.

Treat came first and usually something ends in flames or chaos if you have crappy candy... or don't open the door in the first place.

The children of hell, however, had a special position, got lots of candy and soon Niffty's little bucket was filled with lots of candy, a card for teeth cleaning at a Dentist Place, a poisonous green apple and a bracelet with a spider web design.

You also got a few things as a companion... candy and a saying like - well, pretty strawberry all alone? Niffty had scared the guy when she rang the bell and hit the air with the kitchen knife. She really took her role seriously. You shouldn't underestimate Michael Myers and the Strawberry Duo.

"What about the house? Does it belong to someone?", you nod once to an old building on the outskirts of the city, which was dilapidated and didn't look like it belonged to anyone...but appearances are deceptive, because as soon as you asked the question, a Hellborn with a broad smile appeared on the ground with a little yellow smoke.

"May I recommend our latest scare project to these costumed Halloween visitors? A Hunted House! For just a small entrance fee, there is an almost hour-long tour of scares and horror!", the Hellborn said mysteriously.

"Oh, that sounds exciting. Do you want to do that?", Niffty grabbed your free hand and you couldn't say no.

Maybe it was because of the baby fever,  that was flaring up or because the cyclops was so small, but the pleading expression on Niffty's face triggered something in you that made you nod.

“A haunted house, huh? Let's see if we can scare the ghosts there!” - were your words, and after paying the entrance fee, the spooky fun could begin.

You ignore the slight stomach ache , that makes you grimace when you enter. That's probably from eating sweets. According to Niffty, that's part of a trick or treating trip. And you ate a lot of them as you went from house to house.

The Hellborn hadn't under-promised, the haunted house was much darker and scarier on the inside than it seemed.

There were scare actors, hidden rooms... spooky decorations and something that looked like the shadow of a real ghost.

The goal was to find a way to the exit through the labyrinth of rooms, stairs, secret rooms and hiding places. And it was fun... to get scared and discover the little details of the haunted house... the fog that suddenly appeared enveloped it in an even scarier atmosphere.

Up to the point where you and Niffty parted ways.

A trapdoor had opened under your feet and pulled you down to a lower floor... into the basement and Niffty's outraged cries had been swallowed up by the dark walls of the basement.

Nothing had happened to you when you hit the floor, a mattress had been provided and a few flashlights had been switched on for the visitors to light up the way in the darkness. You weren't afraid. The relationship with Lucifer and moving into the king's castle had given you a little more self-confidence.

When you turned the next corner and met a scar actor in a zombie outfit with one eye hanging out, you were frightened and let out a surprised scream... but you didn't expect the intense stomach pain that brought your body to its knees.

An intense pain took your breath away. For a moment, everything went everything goes black. The colors start to fade and the zombie comes a few steps closer, waving his axe in front of you and making... zombie noises.

"Aaaaaah!"-  you scream, full of fear.

Real fear... something is wrong... your body is clearly signaling that something is wrong... and that it has nothing to do with the haunted house.

When something warm runs down your legs, you are confused... before a new threshold of pain causes you to scream louder, scared and panicked.

Tears form in your eyes and at that moment the scare actor , also realizes that something is wrong and contacts the owner of the haunted house via walkie talkie.

Only when the new wave of pain hits do you guess the reason.

It wasn't the zombie scare actor's great performance... that was premature labor.

But… it was much too early and… you instinctively push… a reaction from your body, while around you quick steps approached the basement… you are now lying on your back on the cold floor… another scream escapes you as your hands search for something to hold on to, but you can’t get a hold of anything, expect the gold ground.

Another contraction causes you to push, the panic and fear for your baby manifests itself in your brain. This isn’t how it should be… you… you… should have four more months left....four months of pure Happyness and looking forward to be a parent....to promise Lucifer he is going to be a good dad, he did a very good job with charlie after all....to have late night Walks in the Park with Lucifer, to kiss him good morning and in renturn he first gaves you a kiss on the forehead, and than a kiss on the stomach for the little baby girl.

It was much too early!

The next wave of pain exhausts you… your vision blurs and you feel, only half awake, how Niffty rushes to your side and grabs your hand, begging you to stay with her… the ambulance is on the way and you would be going to the hospital… but your eyes closed too fast....it went dark too fast.

Bright light blinds you as you open them again. The voices of the nurse and doctors are so loud. Your hand automatically goes to your stomach... your now flat stomach. Where is your BABY!? In a panic, you want to jump up and flee from the hospital bed, but a kind nurse stops you and the doctor treating you takes away your fear.

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“There we have our patient again, don't worry, her little daughter is fine... she is in an incubator in the premature baby ward of the hospital, we will take her to her right away. Please rest” said the doctor.

She... is alive? Your baby, who was born four months early... survived? Was she okay? What happend to Niffty?

“How... what... and Niffty?”

What had happened to Niffty... was she still in the haunted house?

“Your companion threatened our head doctor, if he doesn't provide the best possible treatment and a single room for you and the baby... he will suffer...a lot” -  was the nurse's answer with a slightly tortured laugh.

“If…if they’re afraid of Niffty, they’re scared of my Partner”

Lucifer would be terribly worried…hopefully he had finished his meeting with the other sins…damn overthinking and people pleasing…another habit of yours.

You were soon taken to your private room and were able to see your baby for the first time.

The incubator frightened you…all the tubes and wires the baby was connected to, the beeping monitors and equipment monitoring her vital signs…the feeding tube that had been put in…the little body rising and falling as she breathed and the fact that she had come into this world too early.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you were scared. Terribly scared.

The nice nurse and doctor, however, assured you that the technological standards and the chances of survival were good, even for hell.

And as the partner of the King of Hell, you would take extra good care of Mother and baby.

You were told what to look out for, how important it was that no germs got into the incubator and that you should make physical contact with the baby as soon as possible, talk to her a lot, sing to her...caring for you and your premature baby , would be unusual for both of you...but you were in good hands.

Your body, after you had assured yourself that the heart rate on one of the screens remained constant...craved rest...and you dared to go into a restless sleep. Sleep that your body desperately needed.

Several hours later, you were woken up by the gentle sounds of an all too familiar violin.

Lucifer sat by the baby's incubator and hummed the song - Hush little Baby  - quietly accompanied by the music on the violin.

Another reason besides the hormones and the event that caused your inner dams to collapse and made you start to cry.

Silent…quietly just so as not to interrupt your partner's beautiful violin playing…but Lucifer notices it and is quickly at your side…apologizes to you so many times, even though he has done nothing wrong.

He is super careful, gives you several gentle kisses on the cheek and head of hair and swears to make the owner of the Haunted House suffer for putting you into premature labor.

“Luci….my Love, I don’t think it was the Haunted House’s fault….there are many reasons for a premature birth….we’ll be fine….will you stay with us….just a little bit, please Luci? I….am scared”, you whisper and grab your partner’s hands.

Lucifer stayed overnight.

The King of Hell had slept in a chair and you had woken up in a panic almost every time the machines used to monitor your daughter’s vital functions started beeping loudly.

Something else you’ll have to get used to…future false alarms,  from the technical equipment while your baby is sleeping peacefully.

The nurses and the doctor treating you,  are doing their best to take away your fear and worry...but mother and baby still have to stay in the hospital for a while...and it will be almost two weeks before Charlie and Vaggie can visit the intensive care unit.

"Naaaaaaw, she's so small and cute! Look at her Vaggie!", -  cooed Charlie and could hardly tear himself away from the incubator and quietly talk to her little sister in baby talk , while Vaggie stood next to her partner.

Now that your body was feeling a little better, you sat down on one of the armchairs on Lucifer's lap and laid your head on his shoulder.

Your partner had been with you as often as possible at night, trying to support you where he could...and of course placed the large - congratulations it's a girl - gift basket from Ozzie and Fizzy in the room.

The sympathy for the birth of the other deadly sins was so heartwarming and the congratulations cards from the hotel residents, had made you cry tears of joy.

The public knew nothing about the premature princess. Lucifer, together with Queen Bee and Charlie, had silenced the media for the time being... you should enjoy and use the few weeks of peace that you still have left... because media hype and photos for the press were out of place.

"We don't have a name yet but... her middle name should be Charlotte" -  you say and snuggle up to Lucifer, who lovingly strokes your hair. Which causes Charlie to let out an even more touched naaaaaw.

"Babe, we still have something for mother and child remember?", said Vaggie after another fifteen minutes in which Charlie had only looked devotedly at the sleeping baby in the incubator.

"Oh yes, of course... surprise!"  - Charlie handed you a small bag.

You recognized the logo of the Halloween outfitter immediately.

Curiously, you reached into the bag and were able to pull out a set of three Halloween costumes.

"But these are..."

“Duck family costumes!” - Lucifer finished your sentence enthusiastically.

“Then you have a mama duck, daddy duck and baby duck for the coming next years Halloween!” -  Charlie listed enthusiastically.

You didn't miss the fact that the princess' eyes started to light up when you said the word baby. Well, sounds like if someone start to get baby fever?

“Thanks Charlie and Vaggie... it's perfect!” -  you thanked him and Lucifer also expressed his thanks.

“Then we already have a theme for the next year coming Halloween” -  you said and looked lovingly at the baby duck costume... it would be a long time before your baby would fit into it.

“No haunted houses for the both you!”  - Lucifer said seriously straight away.

You give him a loving kiss on the mouth and add the following sentence.

“I was thinking more of something like - Duck or Treat?”

                                                 THE END

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Observation: Every Walter White impression starts with “Jesse” every Frank Reynolds impression starts with “Charlie” and every Shrek impression starts with “Donkey”

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Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.