#frank n' furter x reader

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒔

𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 | 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒙 𝑴𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 | 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆

𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕* | 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑫𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒅* | 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

*the names might change later

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒑𝒔 | 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝

𝑫𝒓. 𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝑲. 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒌𝒂 𝑶𝒍' 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆

𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 | 𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝑫𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒁𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒌

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 | 𝑫𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒁𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒌 𝒙 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒌

𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒔 & 𝑺𝒆𝒂 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 | 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒙 𝑷𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰

𝑫𝒓. 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑵' 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 | 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑵 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑺𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐁𝐂

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒔

𝑴𝒖𝒓��𝒆𝒓 𝑰𝒔 𝑶𝒏 | 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

[gorebonk]

He's being swarmed!! (actually, give him a minute I think he's enjoying it)

[hotpinkboots]

I've said it before and I'll say it again: WHERE'S ALL THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW FANFIC?? If you don't write it then I will RAAAAHH throw in some RHPS requests!

[ghoastixx]

Being Married to Dr Frank N’ Furter

Being “married” to Frank would be interesting and definitely not like a normal marriage.

He banged who he wanted, you banged who you wanted.

Doesn’t mean you guys weren’t in love, you two had your fun, of course.

His parties did sometimes tend to piss you off, of course.

One of Frank’s marvelous parties, to show off the perfect man he created. You were more than enthusiastic, wearing a slutty outfit and watching people dance around, when you noticed two under dressed and very scared people towards the door. That’s when Frank, of course, strutted in, plopping down on his thrown, you following close behind. You sat yourself on his lap, watching the terrified couple. After his erotic dance number, he went up the elevator, leaving you, Columbia, Magenta, Riff-Raff, and the couple, who would just not stop asking questions.

“Are you his husband?” They asked Riff-Raff, who chuckled coldly.

“That would be me, I suppose.” You spoke up, scaring the couple.

Later that night, you’d seek Frank out, knowing he had been with the couple separated.

“You looked fabulous tonight, as always.” He’d acknowledge your presence and urge you to come closer.

“Thank you, my pet. You did your part quite well yourself~”

You could smell the cheap wine and smoke on his breath, gruesome to some but intoxicating to you.

•this would be followed swiftly by a passionate make out session.

-Ghoastix

[thewrittingratt]

I just rewatched The Rocky Horror Picture Show and now I wanna write a shit ton of things

Not particularly for rhps itself(maybe I will idk) but like imagine going to a halloween party with whatever character you want and they just freeze bc the reader or oc dressed as Frank

Might write some head canons for this idea later with multiple characters

[hippiegoth97]

Wild and Untamed Things: Steddie x Reader Pt.1

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Description: You, Eddie, and Steve go to a late-night showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, dressing up as your favorite characters. You’ve harbored romantic feelings for the both of them, but until this night, you’d never thought they would reciprocate. As the movie goes on, Steve and Eddie touch and tease you. When you head back to Eddie’s place, the three of you can't help but fall prey to the film's mantra of 'don't dream it, be it'...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, female reader, Bisexual!Steve Harrington, Bisexual!Eddie Munson, use of the term 'queer', threesome activities, LGBTQ+ references, teasing, oral sex, fingering, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, squirting, polyamorous relationship

Word Count: 6.3k

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Wild and Untamed Things Pt.1

You, Steve, and Eddie have made plans to go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight. The three of you are getting ready at Eddie's trailer, dressing up as your favorite characters. You're Columbia, Steve is Brad, and Eddie is of course - being the drama queen he is - Dr. Frank-n-Furter.

"Hey, Y/N? Can you come here for a sec?" Eddie calls from his bedroom. You share a rolling of eyes with Steve across the couch, getting up to see what the problem is. You walk in to see him struggling with securing his costume together.

"What's up? Is it the garter belt?" You ask, eyes unconsciously glazing over Eddie's body. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over slightly. But what you can see makes your cheeks heat up, most of his skin is exposed, revealing his tattoos. You can see part of his stomach as well, and your eyes can't help falling to his underwear. You and the boys are just friends, but sometimes you can't help feeling overwhelmingly attracted to one or both of them.

"Yeah, the flimsy thing won't secure to the fishnets. Can you hold the fucker steady while I clip it?" He says, frustration lacing his tone. Eddie gazes up at you, and you're struck by how handsome he is. Even under all that makeup, he's absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth mimics that of a fish while you recall what you were going to say. Eddie quirks an eyebrow at you, wondering what your deal is.

"Sure thing, Eds." You stammer, feeling your cheeks heat up further. You cautiously get closer to him, trying your best to focus on anything but his crotch. You kneel down and hold the fishnet in place while Eddie pulls the clip to it. His hand brushes against yours, making your breath catch in your throat. He doesn't seem to notice though, he's too laser-focused on his task. His tongue sticks out in concentration, and his eyes are staring down intensely.

Steve took the easy route with his costume, most of it was already part of his wardrobe. And he popped the lenses out of the sunglasses from his Risky Business costume a few years back to make the spectacles. You picked Columbia as Janet is too boring and Magenta just isn't your style. You found what you could from a thrift store, everything else was painstakingly sewn by your own two hands. Eddie helped you with your makeup, while you drew the signature 'BOSS' tattoo onto his arm for his own get-up.

Eddie finally clips the belt to the stocking, cheering loudly as he thrusts his fists into the air. "Yes! 'Bout fuckin' time!" Eddie playfully grabs you, lifting you in the air to spin you around in a strangling hug. "Thanks for the help, Y/N! I could just kiss you right now!" Your eyes widen at his statement, and you can't help tensing up in his grip. He puts you down, looking in your eyes. "You feeling alright, Y/N?"

"I'm fine, Eds. Let's get a move on, hm?" You brush off his concern, trying to play it cool. He opens his mouth to say something else, but you're already leaving the room. You go back to the living room, grabbing your sequin tophat off the couch. "We're ready, Steve. Let's go, we'll be lucky to get seats in the back row now." You don't mean to sound so agitated, but Eddie's costume has stirred something in you that you desperately want to ignore. Steve looks at you strangely, wondering what's wrong. You meet his gaze, and dammit, he looks so cute in those glasses.

"No need to rush, Y/N. We'll get good seats, we always do." Steve says, trying to calm you. He's holding the bag of props you guys compiled together for the show. Newspaper, water guns, toast, toilet paper, playing cards, etc., everything a true Rocky Horror fan needs to truly enjoy such a campy film.

Eddie walks out to the living room, his heels clicking on the floor. Steve's eyes widen once he gets a full look at him. "See something you like, Stevie?" Eddie teases, digging out his cape from the hall closet.

"N-no. You just look more freakish than usual." Steve says, clearing his throat.

Eddie smirks, tying the cape closed around his shoulders. "If you say so. But if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're acting like a queer, Harrington."

"If anyone's a queer, it's you! You're the one in ladies' underwear!" Steve shouts back, crossing his arms.

"You're lucky I'm not offended by that. There's no need to have such an extreme reaction, though. One could argue that thou doth protest too much." Eddie laughs, continuing to taunt Steve. You can't help giggling at Eddie's teasing, earning you a glare from Steve. You try your best to stifle the laugh, thinking about something else.

"Whatever, dick. Let's get going, shall we?" Steve grumbles, leading the way out the front door of Eddie's trailer. The three of you get into Steve's car, you in front and Eddie in the back. You spend the drive to the theater glancing at Steve, unable to stop looking at him. Eddie picks up on this, smirking to himself. He leans forward, speaking into your ear.

"He sure is pretty, isn't he?" He whispers, catching you off guard. Eddie puts his hands on your shoulders to keep you calm. "Relax, Y/N. I can't say I'm not a little jealous though, I thought you only looked at me like that." Your eyes widen at his words, but he just chuckles lowly. "It's okay, sweetheart. I know how to share." Your breath hitches, hoping he's joking, or maybe not. Steve's eyes flick over to you questioningly.

"What are you two whispering about?" He asks, annoyed at being left out. He hopes you're not flirting with Eddie, he thought his feelings for you were obvious. You’ve never made a move, but he supposes that he’s never made one either. But that's only because he also has complex feelings towards Eddie. He could never say that though, there's no way Eddie feels the same. Or does he?

"It's nothing for you to worry about, Stevie. Eyes on the road, you wouldn't wanna crash when I'm dressed like this. The coroner might get the wrong idea." Eddie quips, making you laugh again. Steve scowls at the two of you, huffing loudly. He pulls up to the theater, putting the car in park. You climb out, assisting Eddie to stand up straight in his high heels. "Thanks, princess." He grins, staring down at you intensely. You can't help blushing when he looks at you like that.

The three of you walk into the theater, handing the usher your tickets. Steve leads the way to a group of three open seats a couple rows from the back. The theater is buzzing with people, most of which are also dressed up. You take the seat in the middle, with Eddie to your right and Steve on the left. Steve puts the prop bag in your lap, making it easier for everyone to reach during the movie. Your shoulders rub against theirs, causing your heartbeat to pick up. It's such an innocuous touch, and yet you can't help feeling a little warmer than usual. "You okay, Y/N? You're shaking like a leaf." Steve says to you quietly. You glance at his bespectacled eyes, gulping before you speak.

"I-I'm fine, just excited for the movie to start." You lie, giving him an awkward smile. He rolls his eyes, sharing a concerned look with Eddie. They both shrug it off, deciding to let you keep up the act. Individually, though, they each hatch a plan to draw your true feelings out of you as the movie goes on. The lights go down, and the pre-show begins. The music videos for Tim Curry's “Paradise Garage” and “I Do The Rock” play one after the other on screen. The whole theater sings along, some even standing up to dance. But the three of you stay seated, singing goofily to each other.

Your nerves calm a bit, the music provides a welcome distraction to the emotions raging on in your mind. Right now, you're just spending time with your best guy friends, nothing more. The music ends, fading out into the cheesy ads for vintage horror movies. You do everything you can to avoid glancing at the guys, you know you'll be done for if you do. But you suddenly feel Eddie's hand rest on your thigh, his fingers caressing you over your fishnets and striped shorts. You dare to steal a look at him, surprised to see he's facing forward as if nothing is happening. What is he up to? You wonder. You don't mind having his hand on you, it actually feels quite nice. You only hope Steve doesn't notice.

Steve looks at you a bit later, taking in how pretty you are. The low light from the movie screen highlights your features, he wants to tell you how he feels so badly. But he can't, not here. Not in front of Eddie. He leans forward a bit to get a look at the metalhead, gasping slightly when he sees Eddie smiling at him. Eddie waves with his free hand, wiggling his fingers as his tongue plays seductively at the edge of his lips. Steve's cheeks heat up, and his gaze drops to your lap, noticing Eddie's hand touching your thigh. Steve looks to you, gauging your reaction to Eddie's movements. He can't glean much in the dark, but your mouth is slightly agape and your chest rises and falls faster than usual.

You feel both of their eyes on you now as the movie begins. Eddie's hand sits still on your flesh, his fingers pressing into you gently. Another hand goes to your left thigh, Steve's this time. Your eyes flick to him, and he's grinning slyly at you. God, he's so cute when he's paying attention to you. His gaze shifts to Eddie again, and they make a nonverbal agreement. An agreement to do everything they can to drive you mad during the film.

For the first couple of scenes, their hands just play around on your thighs, stroking you innocently. Sometimes though, one or both of them temporarily migrate further up to your inner thigh. They squeeze the flesh roughly, and you hold back your noises. Once they notice your reaction, the hands go back to their original position. Your panties moisten little by little, pressure forming inside you. This is absolute torture. You've liked them both for so long, and this is how they reciprocate? The guys must be loving this, getting you all hot and bothered at the fucking movies.

When the opening notes of “The Time Warp” play, the boys let you go to stand up and dance. You're stuck in your seat, squeezing your thighs together to relieve the pressure a bit. Eddie notices, and tugs your arm to bring you to your feet. You nearly fall over into the person sitting ahead of you, but he catches you. "You doin' alright, darling?" He asks in your ear.

"What do you think?" You reply through gritted teeth. You can't help the frustrated tone in your voice. He just chuckles in response. You can't believe you have to sit through the hour or so left of the movie before being able to act on the urges boiling within you.

"Calm down, Y/N. It's time to dance." He playfully smacks your ass, and you bite your lip to hold back a yelp. Steve looks at you curiously, missing Eddie's antics. You shake your head, signaling that everything is fine. He shrugs, and the three of you do the Time Warp together. There's jumps to the left, steps to the right, and enough pelvic thrusting to make a hooker blush. You fall back into your seats as the Transylvanians onscreen collapse to the floor, signaling the end of their 'folk-dancing'.

You think the dance might have tired Steve and Eddie out, but you couldn't be more wrong. Steve slowly leans over to your neck, planting a kiss on your soft skin. You sigh lustfully, tilting your head to give him better access. Your eyes flutter shut, expecting more kisses to be placed on you. But Steve pulls away, chuckling darkly at how expectant you are for more of his touch. Your head snaps over to fix him with a glare. He acts innocent, facing the screen again.

Eddie takes a turn now, laying his hand back into your lap. Only this time, he travels between your legs. You instinctively spread them slightly, watching his long fingers ghost over your clothed cunt. You bite back a moan, gripping the arm rests for dear life. His touch ends just as quickly as it started, snatching his hand away and returning it to his own lap. You almost whine at the loss, your blood begins to boil in your veins. You're going to get them back for turning you on like this, and you know just how to do it.

You wait until the scenes with Brad and Janet in their separate bedrooms, before raising your left hand to Steve's chest. You lazily feel him up over his shirt, then slowly lower your hand down his chest, his stomach, until you're just about to reach his jeans. His eyes watch you intently, waiting for you to touch him where he needs it most. But you stop, taking your hand away. You repeat these steps with Eddie, managing to draw a small moan from him as you drag your fingers down his body. But once again, as his eyes burn into yours, you stop, denying him what he so desperately wants. You smile, satisfied with yourself.

A while later, during the floorshow, Steve turns your face with his finger to look at you. Your heart beats even faster, noticing how close your mouth is to his. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. You return the kiss, and he slips his tongue into your mouth with ease. You moan as quietly as you can, tangling your tongue with his. You want the kiss to go on for hours, but Steve breaks away quickly. Eddie's just about to make his own move, when you decide to strike back. You do something to end this once and for all until you three can be alone. Your hands go between their legs simultaneously, palming their cocks roughly through their clothes. They jerk forward in your grasp, trying to hold back loud moans.

"Jesus christ, Y/N. You play so fuckin' dirty." Eddie whisper-yells at you.

"Well then, behave yourselves until we can get the fuck out of here. Sound good?" You reply, grinning mischievously at them. They nod quickly in agreement, and you let their hardening dicks out of your grip. They stay true to their word, and you rush out of the theater as fast as you can once the credits finish rolling. You go out the back door, into the alley behind the theater. The boys follow close behind you, the door slamming shut as you step into the cold fall air. Your head feels light, overwhelmed by everything that took place inside.

You lean against the brick wall opposite the door you just walked out of. You dig your cigarettes from your purse, frantically putting one in your mouth and lighting it. Steve and Eddie just stare at you, standing back to give you space. They sense your nerves again, unsure what's gotten into all of you. "So...are we gonna talk about what happened in there?" Steve asks apprehensively, his hand awkwardly rubbing his neck.

"Sure, Stevie. Let's talk about the two of you trying to fuck me in the fucking movie theater. What the hell is wrong with you?" You chuckle wryly, inhaling from your cig with anger.

"Last I checked, you were having a pretty good time, princess. What are you so upset for?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, walking to stand next to you. You hand him a smoke, lighting it for him. "Thanks. Now what's your problem?" He asks, concern washing over his painted face. Steve stands on the other side of you, putting you between them again.

"I...I just like you, both of you, a lot. And I feel stupid, because now you're both into me and I can't choose who I like more." You exhale the smoke, looking down at your feet.

"Who says you have to choose?" Steve says, and your eyes widen at his words. You look at the two of them in disbelief. They can't possibly be serious, can they?

"Well, I just figured that's how things are supposed to work. And you don't mean to tell me you're both fine with this, do you?" They just grin at you.

"I mean...Steve's pretty cute too. I don't think it would be so bad, Y/N." He looks Steve up and down, licking his lips. You scoff, shaking your head.

"Oh, really? And let me guess, you also think Eddie's cute too, right?" You say sarcastically, glancing at Steve. He struggles to speak, his cheeks turning deep red in the light of the street lamp. "Oh my God, Steve! No, this can't be happening. Well, I've had dreams like this, but there's no way this is real." You laugh in pure shock. "Can someone pinch me, please?" They both pinch your ass, stinging your flesh. "You've got to be kidding me." The two of them laugh heartily at how worked up you are over the situation. "Well, I guess there's no way we'll get jealous then. Since we all apparently have the hots for each other." Your statement makes the guys laugh even harder. You can't help giggling, their laughter is contagious.

Once everyone manages to catch their breath, Eddie speaks. "Alright, let's take this back to my trailer, hm? Where it's a little more private?" You and Steve nod in agreement, tossing your cigarettes away carelessly. You walk back to the car quietly as you try to contain any further laughter. Over the course of the ride home, you can't help teasing each other to heat things up again. You don't go too far so Steve doesn't crash the car, but you can't resist rubbing his thigh while he drives. Eddie leans forward from the backseat to kiss your neck, marking you with makeup and hickies. You moan loudly as his teeth worry at your flesh, and Steve takes as many glances at the show as he can. Your eyes are shut, your head thrown back while Eddie keeps working you over.

The windows are fogging up from the heat you're giving off, luckily Steve pulls into the trailer park soon enough. You all leave the car as fast as you can, running up the stairs and into the trailer. The door slams shut, and your hungry eyes meet theirs. The two men lead you back to the couch, pushing you down onto it. They take their places on either side of you, immediately kissing each side of your neck again. You feel like you're being eaten alive, it's nothing like you've ever experienced before. You moan loudly, placing a hand on the backs of their heads. Your nails scratch their scalps, drawing aroused noises from them.

"Fuck, you have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this." You sigh blissfully, indulging in every bite and lick until they pull away. The three of you look at each other, unsure of where to go from here. You take the lead by taking off your jacket, tossing it to the floor. They copy you, Eddie's cape and Steve's windbreaker also being discarded. You pull Steve by the shirt collar to smash your lips on his, smudging your lipstick all over his mouth. Eddie's hands take hold of your legs, spreading them wide. One rests over his own lap, while the other goes over Steve's.

You let Steve go, turning quickly to Eddie. You kiss him just as hungrily, tangling your fingers in his hair. He moans as you tug on it, his hands grabbing your tits over your sequin top. Steve feels left out, and tugs Eddie away from you. "You're real sexy when you’re forceful, Stevie." Eddie smirks, waiting for Steve to make a move.

"Shut up, smartass." Steve presses his lips against Eddie's, moaning into his mouth. You watch them intensely, Eddie's still fondling your chest. Steve puts a hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy through your shorts. Lewd noises escape your lips as they continue to touch you, and you can't believe how hot the boys look when they kiss. Steve gently backs away, sitting in awe of what he just did. "Whoa, you're a really good kisser, Eddie." He says, totally dumbstruck.

"Shit, you're such a virgin sometimes." Eddie chuckles, taunting Steve again.

"Forgive me if my first time kissing a man rocks my world a little bit, asshole." Steve's face scrunches up in annoyance, and his arms cross over his chest.

"Oh, poor baby. How about we give Y/N a bit more attention, hm? I doubt she wants to watch us bicker all night." Eddie says, glancing at you. His eyes burn with lust, sending a chill up your spine. "Wanna move this to my room?" You nod silently, letting them take you by the hand to Eddie's room. Steve shuts the door, flicking the lock.

"Take off your clothes, Y/N." Steve says, looking you up and down. You're shocked at his sudden dominance, but also extremely turned on. You undo the velcro at the back of your top, exposing your breasts to them. Their eyes widen at the sight, you're flattered that they like what they're seeing. You bend down to undo your shoes, setting them aside. You slowly pull down your shorts, fishnets, and panties all at the same time. Their breathing hitches once you're completely bare to them.

"God, you're gorgeous. Better than I could have ever imagined." Eddie breathes out, stepping closer to you. You'd normally feel self-conscious like this, but these men are your friends. You're safe and secure with them, they'd never do anything to hurt you. You glance down at their lower halves, biting your lip when you see tents forming in their clothes. "You want to lay down for us, angel? Let us make you feel good." Eddie gazes deep into your eyes, almost hypnotizing you. He could ask you to walk into traffic and you'd probably do it.

You lay down on the bed, the soft pillow cushioning your head. Steve pulls his shirt over his shoulders, and you take in his form. He's lean, but slightly built. And just the right amount of hair peppers his chest. You bite your lip as you stare, eager to see more of him. Eddie quickly removes his heels, tossing them in the corner. He crawls onto the bed, eyes locked to yours. His lips spread into a wide smile, he's like a leopard waiting to pounce. You can't bring yourself to say anything, you're too busy memorizing the feral look that's blown out his pupils.

Eddie's leaning over you, his mouth centimeters away from yours. His breath fans against your face, you want him to make a move so desperately. He slips off his gloves, reaching a hand down to cup your face. He kisses you, biting your bottom lip roughly. You gasp, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. His hand goes down to your tits, massaging them roughly. You moan into his mouth, and his fingers tweak your nipple. You feel Steve's weight on the bed, his hands grip your thighs to spread your legs. He lays on his stomach to lick a stripe from your soaked entrance to your clit.

"Oh, fuck!" You break away from Eddie's lips, almost screaming at the new sensation. Eddie moves down to your chest, kissing and biting your tits until they're covered in purple marks. Steve continues licking your pussy, his motions tying a knot deep inside of you. He inserts two fingers, curling them to hit your sweet spot. "Jesus, Steve. You feel so good." You moan, wanting to grip his head with your hands. But Eddie senses your impulse, quickly restraining them above your head in his grasp.

"I love the sounds you make, Y/N. They're so fucking sexy." Eddie says, flicking his eyes up to yours before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as his tongue swirls around your flesh, heightening your senses. Your body is tingling, and your head is full of stars. The knot winds up tighter, building to your inevitable orgasm. They truly are making a meal out of you, using their tongues and teeth to bring you closer to the edge. Streams of curses and moans flow from your lips, and the boys drink them in ravenously.

Steve increases his speed, licking circles around your clit mercilessly as his digits pump in and out of you. "Oh God, don't stop! I'm gonna cum!" You cry out, your back arching off the bed.  Eddie holds your body down with his free hand, crushing his lips onto yours as Steve continues to eat you out.

"You taste so good, Y/N. Be a good girl and cum for me." Steve says, before sucking on your clit harshly. You scream into Eddie's mouth as pleasure washes over you. Your legs shake, clamping down around Steve's head. Eddie keeps kissing you as you ride out your high, swallowing the moans from your bruised lips. A light sheen of sweat coats your skin, rapidly turning cold as your bliss subsides. Eddie pulls his mouth away, going to Steve at the end of the bed. They both stand, and you watch them remove the rest of their clothes.

You sit up on your elbows to get a better look. Their cocks bulge within their underwear, desperate to spring free. Steve assists Eddie in taking off his corset, and it falls from his shoulders to the floor. The rest of his costume slips down his hips and legs easily, crumpling into a pile at his feet. Your eyes widen as Eddie stands naked before you. His dick is unbearably hard, with precum dripping from its tip. He looks so beautiful, and overwhelming lust overtakes you. You practically spring off the bed, making contact with his body and slamming him against his bedroom door.

"Jesus, needy are we?" Eddie teases, though he's taken aback by your antics. You latch onto his neck, and his eyes roll shut as he moans your name. Your hand grips his cock firmly, stroking up and down on it real slow. "Fuck, Y/N." He sighs, grasping your hair as you mark him as yours. While you and Eddie are distracted, Steve sheds his pants and boxers, coming up behind you to sandwich you between them. Steve's hand grabs your ass, and his lips meet your shoulders. You moan against Eddie's neck when Steve snakes his hand between your legs to finger you again.

"So wet again already? You're such a dirty slut, Y/N." Steve says lowly in your ear, wetting your pussy even further. Juices drip from your cunt onto the floor, and you're so wound up again already. Steve maneuvers himself around you to kiss Eddie again, shoving his tongue into his mouth roughly. Eddie bites it playfully, and Steve groans. Eddie's hand reaches to grip Steve's cock, making him shudder at the sudden contact. The three of you keep up this way for what seems like hours. You feel another orgasm approaching, picking up your speed in stroking Eddie's length. This in turn makes Eddie jerk Steve off faster, and Steve drills his fingers into you at an inhuman pace. Moans and wet noises fill the room, the whole thing is so debauched.

The three of you are breathing heavily, sweat slicking your bodies. You all helplessly call out names and curses, stealing as many kisses as you can. You wildly chase each other's highs, competing to push one another over the edge. You cum at the same time, moaning loudly in unison. You grip Eddie's shoulder, soaking Steve's fingers as your walls pulsate. Eddie releases on your hand and stomach, the air knocks out of his lungs as his eyes screw shut. Steve cums into Eddie's fist, some of it spilling onto your ass. "Fuck." Steve mutters as his high subsides.

Your legs feel like jelly, and you're covered in sweat and cum. You should be tired out by now, but you just want more. You stand sideways between Eddie and Steve, glancing at them seductively as your hands play around on their chests. They just stare back at you wordlessly, panting as their heartbeats slow down. "You guys up for another round?" You ask, biting your lip. You're worried they'll say no, what you just experienced was pretty intense. But who are they to deny your insatiable appetite? They smile widely, nodding in agreement. "Good. Now, one of you lay down, and the other can stand at the end of the bed. Sound good?"

"I'll do anything you ask, baby." Eddie chuckles, kissing your cheek before taking his place on the bed. Steve stands at the end, and you carefully place yourself between them. You drop down on your elbows, your face just above Eddie's cock. He's already hard again, smirking knowingly at what you're about to do. You arch your back like a cat, your ass in the air. Steve grips your hips roughly, rubbing his length along your slick folds. You let out a soft whimper, waiting to feel his cock inside you. You lock eyes with Eddie, and his length twitches at your fucked out expression. "Stop teasing her, Stevie. She's been such a good girl for us. Give her what she wants." He stares into Steve's eyes, commanding him to please you. He glances at you again, winking. You almost giggle, but the sound is stolen from you as Steve thrusts himself into you. "Good boy, Harrington." You hear Steve moan at the praise, and he pulls slowly out of you before slamming back in.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out, feeling your g spot being hit perfectly with each thrust. Steve repeats the action, slow pull-out and then pounding into you again.

"You're so beautiful like this, Y/N. I could watch you all night, listening to your pretty noises. You mind helping me out here?" Eddie says, eyes flicking to his dick. You blush, embarrassed about forgetting about him. "It's okay, princess. Just take me in your mouth like the good girl you are." His words combined with Steve's movements inside you are enough to drive you mad. You take him in your hand again, stroking teasingly. You lick from the base to the tip, and he gasps. You grin, before sinking your mouth all the way down onto him. "Fuck, Y/N. You take me so well." He moans out, gripping the back of your head to keep you deep on him. You gag as you blow him, swirling your tongue around his length as you move.

"Shit, you're so wet and tight for me. So fucking good." Steve pants, driving himself into you, slowly increasing his pace. The boys watch each other's faces, taking in every change of expression and drip of sweat that runs down their skin. Steve smacks your ass, making you gag harder on Eddie. It takes everything in you to keep sucking on him, the feeling of Steve fucking you into next week overwhelms your brain. You focus on the slapping of skin, and the garbled sounds your throat makes.

"I'm getting close, Steve. You wanna switch?" Eddie asks, eager to feel how hot and slick your cunt is for himself. Steve nods, pulling out of you slowly. You whine at the loss, Eddie's cock falling from your lips. "Turn around Y/N, hands and knees." Eddie says frantically, helping you up. You immediately take Steve into your mouth, drawing a strangled groan from him. Eddie quickly slides into you, hitting your spot even harder than Steve managed to. His hands dig into your waist, and he drives into you mercilessly. Steve thrusts his cock down your throat, making your eyes water. Everything feels so good, and your skin is on fire.

"You think you can kiss me and keep going like this, Eds?" Steve asks curiously.

Eddie chuckles, clearly loving the idea. "You're my kind of man, Stevie. I'm not sure it'll work, but we can sure as hell try." They both push even deeper into you as they lean their torsos forward. You moan against Steve's length, and your arousal drips around Eddie and onto the bed. You hear their lips meet, smacking loudly. God, they're both so fucking hot. You wish you could keep this up all night, but you're already feeling waves of pleasure washing over you to signal your oncoming release.

The three of you manage to maintain this position, savoring every sensation and sound that you produce. Wave after wave crashes over you, threatening to take you under. You're so close to cumming, it almost hurts. Tears run uncontrollably down your cheeks, and you can feel the men tensing up inside your holes as their releases draw nearer. They break away from their kiss, wanting to make each other come undone. "I'm so close, be a good little slut and swallow my cum, Y/N." Steve says, shoving himself into your mouth roughly.

"I feel how close you are, angel. Cum with us." Eddie rubs vicious circles around your clit, shoving you off the edge and into the brewing hurricane. You choke out what would be a moan if it weren't for Steve being lodged so far into your throat. His release pours into you, and you swallow every last drop.

"Shit, such a good girl for me." Steve groans, gripping your hair to hold you down onto him. Your whole body trembles as a powerful orgasm rolls over you. Your cunt strangles Eddie's dick, making him groan loudly. He cums deep into you, thrusting sloppily.

His movements prolong your pleasure, causing more fluid to rush out of you. "Oh, God, Y/N!" Eddie yells, watching your arousal spill from you. It drips down his thighs, making a mess on the mattress. "Jesus christ." He says, in awe of you.

"Damn, wish I could've experienced that." Steve states, pulling himself out of your mouth. You gasp in deep breaths, wiping drool from your mouth. Your head falls onto the bed, and you wait for the spots in your vision to clear.

"Maybe next time, Steve." You reply, surprised by how strong your orgasm was. You'd never experienced one like that before, but you can't help wanting to replicate it in the future. Your pussy is still pulsing around Eddie, making it difficult for him to pull out.

"Jesus, it's like you don't want to let me go, Y/N." He quips, slowly working his way out of your glistening cunt.

"I don't. But I suppose we have to get cleaned up, hm? I doubt we want to be sticky forever." You say lazily, savoring every last movement he makes inside you before finally freeing himself. Your mixed release flows from your hole, and Eddie can't resist gathering some on his fingers. You're still sparking from your orgasm, so you flinch at his touch.

"Relax, sweetheart." He coos, stroking your back to calm you. He tastes the cum first, moaning at how sweet it is. He goes back for more, this time bringing his fingers to your lips. "Open." You do as he asks and suck then clean, amazed at how good it tastes. He goes back one final time, moving to the other side of the bed. You sit up to watch as Eddie puts his fingers into Steve's mouth. Your jaw drops open at the sight, watching Steve's eyes roll back in his head as he tastes you on his tongue.

"We're fucking disgusting, aren't we?" You blurt out. They both look at you, laughing at your statement.

"That may be, darling. But would we really have it any other way?" Eddie retorts, making you giggle. All of you take turns showering, washing away the stench of sex and lust from your bodies. Eddie takes the old sheet from the bed, replacing it so you don't have to sleep on a wet spot. You locate your underwear, and hand the boys their boxers. You don't bother asking for a shirt to borrow, you figure the bed will be warm enough if you snuggle up against the two men.

They climb under the covers, beckoning you to them. You flick off the bedroom light, hopping over to lay between them. You spend another hour or so exchanging languid kisses, doing what you can to fight off exhaustion. But you can only keep your eyes open for so long, sleep calls to you with its siren song. "I love you guys." You sigh, settling in the cuddle sandwich as your eyes drift closed.

"I love you both, too." Steve says quietly, holding you from behind. He kisses the back of your neck softly.

"And I also love the two of you." Eddie whispers, gripping your arms as they're slung around his middle. You nuzzle his back, making cute, sleepy noises.

This arrangement of yours is definitely an odd one, but for you it feels perfect and right. You'll have to hide it from anyone you don't trust, they'd never understand. But that doesn't matter, as long as you have each other.

To be continued…

[miradors]

Science Fiction/Double Feature

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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x gender neutral reader

Tags: Crossdressing, pegging, bottom!Jake

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You convince Jake to dress up as Dr. Frank-N-Furter for Halloween.

A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope you guys enjoy :3

You leaned over and playfully slapped his shoulder. "Come on, Jake. You know we can't just do that. Besides, I've had this amazing costume idea for weeks now. I want to go all out!" You couldn't hide the excitement in your voice as you spoke about your vision for the perfect couples costume.

“Should I be worried?” Jake chuckled, shutting his phone display off and giving you his full attention.

With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you pulled out your phone and brought up a picture of Dr. Frank-N-Furter from Rocky Horror. "I want us to go as Dr. Frank-N-Furter and Columbia," you announced, tapping the screen for emphasis.

Jake took the phone, studied the picture, and his eyebrows shot up. "The guy in the heels and fishnets?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face.

You nodded enthusiastically, a blush spreading across your cheeks. "Yes! And I'll be the perfect Columbia to match," you said, already envisioning the costume.

Jake looked a bit skeptical as he considered the idea. "I don’t know, babe," he said, a note of hesitation in his voice. "I mean, I like the movie and all, but I don't know how I feel about the heels and the corset.”

But the spark of excitement in your eyes was contagious. You leaned in closer, whispering sweetly, "Please? I don’t even think we’ll have to buy anything new, I probably have everything you’ll need. Plus just think how hot you'll look in the makeup." You traced a line along his jaw with your finger, painting an invisible trail of eyeshadow and crimson lipstick.

Jake swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on the image of the flamboyant mad scientist. He could see the thrill of the challenge in your expression, the excitement of transforming him into someone completely different for one night. "Alright," he finally conceded with a joking sigh. "But before I agree to this, I want to see exactly what you want me to wear.”

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The next evening, you pulled out your old costume box, the one you hadn’t touched since college, and began to rummage through the contents. Jake watched with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as you held up a black corset, a pair of fishnet stockings, and a pair of black bikini bottoms. He couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him at the thought of wearing them. "Okay," you murmured to yourself, pulling out a glossy pair of black platform heels. "These should work perfectly."

“You expect me to walk in those?” Jake’s voice was a mix of amusement and doubt as he took in the towering shoes.

“Yes!” you laugh. “Now come on, we need to do a test run.”

Jake sighs dramatically but you can see the excitement bubbling beneath the surface. He takes the costume pieces from your hand and heads to the bedroom to try them on. You follow close behind, eager to help him into the outfit.

The bedroom door clicks shut and the sound of rustling fabric fills the air. You giggle as you hear him stumble a bit, trying to navigate the fishnets. "Here, let me," you say, kneeling down to help him. Your hands are gentle as you guide the stockings up his legs, taking your time to make sure they're straight. You feel his skin warm under your touch, the anticipation thickening the air between you.

You fasten the corset around his waist, cinching it tightly. He takes a deep breath, and his eyes widen slightly as you tie the bow in the back. The corset shapes him, highlighting the muscles you've often admired under his t-shirts and jeans. He looks down at himself, a blush rising to his cheeks. "I feel...different," he murmurs.

"Good different or bad different?" you ask, your voice low and teasing.

Jake turns to look at his reflection in the full-length mirror, his eyes taking in the transformation. The corset emphasized his narrow waist, and the fishnets clung to his toned legs in a way that was surprisingly alluring. "Good different," he says finally, a hint of wonder in his tone.

You stand up and lean against the bed, watching him with a knowing smile. "See? You look hot." You can't help but let your eyes wander over his body, appreciating the way the costume is bringing out his inner confidence.

Jake turns to face you, a playful smirk on his lips. "You think so?" He does a little twirl, admiring his body in the reflection. The sight of him in your corset and lingerie is already stirring something in your stomach, a delicious cocktail of desire and amusement.

"Absolutely," you reply, your voice thick with attraction. "C’mere, I wanna practice your makeup." You grab your makeup bag and set it on the bed, pulling out the necessary supplies. Jake sits down on the edge of the bed, watching as you prepare his transformation.

You start with the base, blending a pale foundation over his skin to achieve the flawless complexion of a Tim Curry masterpiece. Jake's eyes widen slightly as the cold makeup brush glides over his cheeks and jaw, but he remains still, letting you work your magic. You add a touch of blush to give him a more feminine glow, and then you move on to the most exciting part: the eyes. You sketch out dramatic wings with liquid eyeliner, making his eyes pop with a seductive allure.

As you apply the makeup, the room is filled with the scent of your favorite fall candle, the soft glow from the string of lights around the mirror casting a warm ambiance. The music from Rocky Horror soundtrack plays quietly from a speaker in the background, setting the perfect mood for the transformation. Jake's eyes sparkle with curiosity as you smudge dark shadow along his lids, creating a smoky look that complements his beautiful eyes.

You carefully draw on the iconic Frank-N-Furter eyebrows, thick and exaggerated, lifting them high on his forehead. Each stroke of the pencil is precise, turning him more and more into the character with every passing minute. "You know, I've never really been into dressing up," Jake admits, watching you work, "but this is kind of... fun,” he admits, his voice shaky.

“You look so fucking hot,” you murmur, stepping back to admire your handiwork before you go in for the final touch: the deep, crimson lipstick. You trace his full bottom lip with the velvety stick, watching as his pupils dilate.

Jake’s voice is barely above a whisper when he says, “You think so?” The vulnerability in his voice sends a thrill down your spine. You lean in and press a kiss to his now crimson mouth, the lipstick smearing slightly.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” you breathe, your voice husky with desire. The taste of him, combined with the faint scent of the makeup, is intoxicating. The energy in the room has shifted from playful to undeniably sexual.

You stand back and observe the full effect of your work. Jake is practically oozing sex appeal as he sits there, dressed in the corset and stockings, his makeup impeccable. You bite your lip, trying to contain your excitement. “Now, put these on,” you say, handing him the platform shoes.

Jake takes them tentatively, looking at the towering heels with a mix of excitement and terror. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” he says, sliding his feet into them. You help him stand up, holding his hands as he wobbles slightly, getting used to the unfamiliar height.

You both laugh as he takes a few experimental steps, the sound of the platform heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoing through the room. The sight of him in the costume, trying to walk with newfound grace, is surprisingly erotic. You can't help but feel a surge of attraction for him, dressed so differently from his usual casual attire.

With a gentle nudge, you have him walk to the door. His steps are tentative at first, the weight of the platform heels making him sway slightly. You watch him make his way across the room, your eyes wandering to his ass, now perfectly framed by the black bikini briefs.

The fabric clings to his cheeks, emphasizing their firmness and the way they move as he walks. You've always found his ass appealing, but there's something about seeing it like this, in such a bold and revealing costume, that sends a thrill through you. The corset has done wonders, cinching his waist and making his hips look even more pronounced.

Jake stops in front of the door, his balance surprisingly good in the heels. He turns to you, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "What do you think?"

You can't help the grin that spreads across your face. "You’re doing great," you murmur, your voice thick with desire. You take a step closer, your hand sliding up his corseted chest to trace the line of the collar. "But I think we need to practice something else."

Jake's eyes darken with understanding as he leans into your touch. "Practice?" he repeats, his voice low and seductive.

You nod, your eyes never leaving his. "Practice walking, practice the character, practice… everything." Your hand trails down to the bulge in his briefs, giving it a gentle squeeze. The heat between you is palpable, the air in the room charged with sexual tension.

Jake's breath hitches, and he nods slowly, his gaze locked on yours. You can see the desire in his eyes, the excitement of playing this role, of pushing boundaries. He takes your hand and leads you back to the bed, sitting down and pulling you into his lap. The costume feels surprisingly right on him, the leather of the corset warm against your skin as you straddle him.

Your hands explore his new, feminine curves, tracing the line of the bodice and the smoothness of his upper thighs. You lean in, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your lips. "You really are the perfect Frank," you whisper, your breath hot against his skin.

Jake's hands find their way to your waist, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above your hips. "And you're going to be the most beautiful Columbia I've ever seen," he murmurs, his voice filled with a new, playful confidence that sends a shiver down your spine.

You kiss him again, the taste of the lipstick on his lips driving you wild. His tongue meets yours, exploring your mouth with an eagerness that's been building all evening. The costume has unlocked something in both of you, a side that's been waiting to come out and play.

Your hands move to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss. You can feel the hardness growing between his legs, and your own arousal responds in kind. The fabric of the corset is tight against his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe deeply, which only seems to turn him on more.

Breaking the kiss, you lean back slightly, your eyes raking over him. "You know what this means, don't you?" you ask, your voice a seductive purr.

"What's that?" Jake asks, his voice strained with desire.

You give him a wicked smile. "It means we need to break in your costume properly," you reply, sliding your hand down to cup him over the fabric. He groans, his hips jerking upward into your touch.

Jake’s eyes flicker with understanding and a hint of trepidation, but the excitement in them is unmistakable. "And how do we do that?" he asks, his voice a throaty whisper.

"Well," you begin, sliding off his lap and standing before him, "first, I need to make sure you can handle the role." You saunter over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lubricant, placing it on the nightstand. "You know, the… intimate parts of it." You wink at him, your heart racing with excitement.

Jake swallows hard, watching as you open a different drawer and rummage around, finally producing the strap-on you have tucked away for special occasions. It's black and sleek, a perfect match for his costume. "You're gonna fuck me with that?” Jake bites his lip quickly before a grin spreads across his face.

You nod, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, yes. After all, Frank-N-Furter is known for his… experimental nature, isn’t he?" You slip the harness over your hips, adjusting it until it feels right, not yet putting the toy into the slot.

Jake watches, his eyes widening slightly, but he doesn’t move to stop you. Instead, he reaches down to unbuckle the platform heels, his legs visibly shaking from the effort of keeping his balance.

“No, keep those on,” you say, your voice firm but playful. “I want to feel them on my back when I fuck you.”

Jake’s eyes darken with arousal, and he nods, his hands moving to the bed to steady himself. He scoots back, his legs spreading slightly, the heels of his shoes digging into the rug beside the bed. You can see the outline of his cock, straining against the fabric of the briefs.

You approach the bed with purpose, harness around your pelvis and the toy grasped in your hand. The sight of him, so eager and vulnerable, dressed as the iconic character, has you feeling powerful and in control. You straddle his lap, your hips rolling against his as you lean in to kiss him.

This kiss is different from the others. It's deeper, more demanding, as if you're claiming him as yours. He responds eagerly, his hands sliding up under your shirt, his fingers digging into your hips. You can feel his erection pressing against you, begging for attention, but you ignore it for now.

Breaking away and standing again, you grab a handful of his hair and tug his head back, exposing his throat. You trace the line of his neck with the tip of the dildo, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin. He gasps, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "Tell me you want it," you command, your voice low and authoritative.

"Please," Jake breathes, his voice barely a whisper. "I want you to fuck me like you own me."

You smirk, feeling your own desire spike at his words. "Good boy," you murmur, leaning in to press the tip of the dildo against his lips. He opens them, eagerly taking the head into his mouth, licking and sucking as you watch with a mix of amusement and arousal. You guide him, showing him how you want him to take it, his tongue swirling around the silicone as you watch his lipstick smear slightly.

Jake's eyes are locked on yours as he takes the dildo deeper, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. You can't believe how natural it looks, how eager he seems to please you in this new role. You moan softly, watching him worship the toy that will soon fill him up. The way his lips wrap around the shaft, the way his tongue plays with the tip, it's like he's been doing this for years.

As he sucks, his hand finds its way to the bulge in his bikini briefs, palming himself through the fabric. The sight of him pleasuring himself while dressed in your lingerie sends a rush of desire through you. You lean over him, your hand moving to the side of his face, stroking his cheek as he continues to suck. "That's it," you encourage, your voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you want it."

Jake’s hand moves more urgently, his hips rocking slightly as he tries to get more friction. You watch him for a moment, your own arousal building, before you decide it’s time to take things further. You slip the dildo out of his mouth with a pop and stroke his cheek gently. "Lie down," you instruct, and he complies without a word, his eyes never leaving yours.

He lies back on the bed, his legs still in the fishnet stockings and the heels still on, the platform shoes making him look even more vulnerable and exposed. You admire the way the corset pushes his chest up, his nipples peeking out from the top of the garment.

With a smirk, you line up the dildo with the slot in the harness, feeling the anticipation building. You ease it in, the smoothness of the silicone slipping into place. You give it a gentle tug, making sure it's secure and ready for action. The sight of it, jutting out from your hips, is incredibly arousing.

You straddle him again, this time with purpose. Your hips rock gently, the tip of the dildo teasing the fabric of his briefs. Jake's breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You lean down and kiss him again, your tongue playing with his, as your hand moves to the waistband of his underwear.

With a quick tug, you pull the briefs down, exposing his hard cock to the cool air. He gasps into your mouth, his body arching up. You break the kiss to whisper in his ear, "Are you sure this is okay?”

Jake nods fervently, his eyes glazed with lust. "Yes," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "Fuck me, baby."

You smile against his ear, the words sending a shiver down your spine. You reach for the lubricant, coating the dildo generously before squeezing some onto your fingers. You slide one into his ass, feeling him clench around you. Jake's breath hitches, his body tightening for a moment before he relaxes, welcoming the intrusion. You add another finger, scissoring them gently to prep him, watching his face contort with pleasure.

As you work him open, you can't help but admire the way the makeup and costume have transformed him. He looks so different, yet so utterly desirable. The music from the movie continues to play in the background, setting the scene as you continue to ready him.

When you're satisfied with his preparation, you line the dildo up with his hole, feeling the tension build. He looks up at you, his makeup smudged slightly from your kisses, his eyes pleading.

You whisper, "Ready?" He nods, his breathing ragged.

With a gentle push, you ease the dildo into him, watching as his eyes widen with both surprise and pleasure. You take your time, letting him get used to the sensation, the unmistakable fullness. His legs tighten around your waist, the heels of the platform shoes pressing into the small of your back. You lean down to kiss him again, his mouth eager and hungry, tasting like a mix of your lipstick and sweet desire.

You move slowly at first, letting him adjust to the size. His moans are muffled against your lips, his hips rising to meet your every move. The friction of the leather corset against your skin is electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your body with every movement. You can feel his muscles relaxing, his body opening up to accept you, and it’s one of the most erotic things you’ve ever experienced.

As you deepen the penetration, you reach down to stroke his cock, feeling the precum bead at the tip. Jake’s breathing matches your rhythm, his chest heaving against the corset with every thrust. You break the kiss, needing to watch his face, to see the pleasure etched across his features. His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth parted in a silent moan.

You lean back slightly, watching your cock disappear and reappear with every movement. His legs are tight around you, the fishnet stockings whispering against your skin, and the heels digging in, urging you deeper.

"Look at me," you command, your voice firm but filled with passion. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours. The connection is intense, the kind that steals your breath and sends a shiver down your spine.

Jake's gaze is a mix of pleasure and submission, his pupils blown wide with arousal. He whispers, "I've never felt like this before," and you can see the truth in his eyes. The costume has become a part of him, unlocking a new facet of his sexuality, and the thrill of it is written all over his face.

You lean in closer, your chest brushing against the leather of the bodice as you increase your pace. His moans are music to your ears, the sweetest of symphonies. "You're doing so well," you encourage, your voice a purr that vibrates through his body. His hips move in sync with yours, taking you deeper with every thrust.

You reach down to adjust the toy slightly, finding the angle that makes him gasp. His eyes fly open, and he looks up at you, the connection between you palpable. The costume has become a conduit for your desire, a way to explore each other in a new, exciting way.

"You like that, pretty boy?" you ask, your voice a seductive whisper.

"Yes," Jake hisses, his eyes never leaving yours. "More, please."

You smile, knowing you've found his sweet spot. You lean down to kiss him, feeling the hot leather press into your skin, the warmth of his body melding with yours. As you kiss, you pick up the pace, his moans becoming more insistent. You can feel the tension in his body, the way he arches into you, begging for more.

Your hand moves faster on his cock, your strokes matching the rhythm of your hips. His hands are in your hair now, pulling you closer, his mouth devouring yours as if he can't get enough. The bed shakes beneath you, the headboard thumping against the wall in a steady rhythm that echoes through the room.

Jake’s body tightens around you, his legs quivering with the effort to keep the heels in place. You feel his orgasm building, his muscles clenching around you, his breath hitching in his throat. The sight of him, lost in pleasure, costume hugging his gorgeous body, is almost too much to handle. You lean back, watching his body writhe beneath you, his hips bucking up to meet each of your thrusts.

"I'm gonna cum," he pants, his voice strained with effort. His eyes are wide, staring up at you with a mix of awe and desperation.

You lean in, whispering, "Cum for me, baby," your breath hot against his ear. That's all it takes. With a final, powerful thrust, Jake's body tenses, his back arching off the bed as he reaches climax. You feel his warmth spill over your hand, his muscles tightening around your fingers as he cries out.

You keep moving, letting the sound of his pleasure guide your movements. His eyes roll back in his head, his mouth forming a perfect "O" of ecstasy. The sight of him, so lost in the moment, sends a thrill through your body.

Jake's orgasm subsides, leaving him panting and trembling beneath you. You slow down, giving his body time to recover, watching the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. His eyes slowly open, and he looks up at you with a dazzling smile. "That was...amazing," he whispers, his voice hoarse. “Why didn’t you suggest that costume earlier?” he half-jokes.

You grin, feeling a sense of triumph and satisfaction. "Because sometimes, the best things come when you least expect them," you murmur, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. You ease the dildo out of him, his body relaxing with a contented sigh. The intimacy of the moment is not lost on either of you, and you both share a knowing glance that speaks volumes about the trust and connection you've just shared.

You lean over to grab a towel, gently cleaning him up as he watches you with a soft smile. "Thank you," he says, his voice still breathless. "For pushing me out of my comfort zone."

"It's what I'm here for," you reply, your own smile matching his. "But we're not done yet." You waggle your eyebrows, a hint of mischief in your eyes.

Jake's smile grows. "Oh?"

"Mmhmm," you say, standing up and removing the harness. "Now that you've had your fun, it's only fair that I get mine, right?" You wink at him, and he nods eagerly, his cheeks still flushed from the intense climax.

You help Jake out of his heels, his legs wobbly from the unfamiliar experience. He watches as you slip out of your own shoes, your balance surprisingly steady despite the height difference. The costume has brought out a playful, dominant side of you, and you revel in the power it gives you.

"Come on," you say, taking his hand and leading him towards the bathroom. "Let's get cleaned up."

taglist: @kultavalo @musicislove3389

[nanamissuit]

I love your work! (especially your könig) I don't know how you feel about male!reader but I just wanted to request how the guys (Ghost, Soap, König, Price, e.t.c) would react to stage actor male!reader playing a character like Frank n Furter from Rocky Horror. You know, just how they react to the different revealing costumes, the humorous sexual themes and stuff. Even better if the reader is already very confident and flamboyant. Preferably sfw but I don't mind some nsfw (😏). I am SO SORRY if this is way too specific.

Stage - König, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, & John Price

Pairing: König, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, & John Price x Stage actor!Male Reader

Warnings: Mild Nsfw, Fluff. MDNI 18+

König:

You had been stage acting for around 2 years, you’ve become quite famous especially inside of the LGBTQ+ community and obviously for 2 reasons

A: The roles you played and the outfits you wore.

B: Your very public relationship with your army boyfriend König.

Whenever you’re interviewed and asked about him everyone asks how you met and the story was quite cute, he came to one of your shows and met up with you after and you hit it off!

But that brings you to the present day when you told him to come to one of your new shows, you had a surprise for him in the costume you had to wear.

He agreed to come and found a seat right in the front, of course. 

The show was good so far, he thought everyone did well but they weren't you, until you came on stage and he saw what you were wearing. His mind blanked!

After the show he met up with you faster than the speed of light. “Jesussss-You looked so good Meine Liebe.” He mumbled as he swept you off your feet to bring you to the car, peppering kisses all over your face.

“König!! I know I looked good but Jesus, how impatient are you?” You said in between struggles and laughs but he just held you tighter. 

“You’ll find out soon enough Gutaussehend.” 

You did in fact find out when you got home, he definitely bought more of those types of outfits for you after seeing you in that one time he was now obsessed, more obsessed with you then he already was.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

Now you had been stage acting for around 3 years before you met Simon, he met you for dinner one night and you told him about your career and he was intrigued.

But if you told yourself around 6 months later you’d be in love with the man you wouldn’t believe yourself. 

But the man was a sweetheart, flowers without ever having to ask kind of guy. He was a killing machine on the field, but off the field he was your boyfriend and you like to separate the two.

He didn’t mind coming to your shows but it definitely was not his scene. But if you had pleaded with him and asked just the right way he’d go.

But this night, you had just wanted to show him a costume they wanted you to wear on stage, you didn’t really think about his reaction.

But when you walked out of the bathroom, he nearly passed out right then and there. 

“Tryin’ to kill me?” He asked lowly as he wrapped arms around your waist and you giggled, “Could only dream of such a thing Si.”

He chuckled as he started to undress you a bit, “Well, hopefully you have a bit of time to sleep in tomorrow, yeah?” 

He tended to your every need that night, and to your surprise you did have a bit of time to sleep in the next day so it all worked out.

When you came back home from your show and saw that Simon left a note you read it, “I’ll be back ina bit lovie, Price needed help with paperwork. Check your closet and call if you need.” 

You smiled at the note as you settled it down and went to check your closet to see now multiple costumes, you rolled your eyes and got ready to take pictures and send them all to Simon, this is gonna be a hell of a night.

John Price:

Now you were a stage actor for around a year before you met John. He was at a bar you went to after one of your shoes and you found him highly attractive, so you gave him your number and he called you.

You found out about his job in the military early on so he could warn you about the dangers that come with his job, but you loved him regardless so it didn’t matter to you. 

He came to all your shows and always bought you flowers, the vases were overcrowded at this point. So then he started buying you chocolates, he just loved seeing your face as he gave you things.

But one night when he spent the night you went through your old costumes to just show him them. And you came across a very particular costume you knew he would love. “Babe, I’m gonna go put this on, I'll be right back.” He nodded at you as he waited for you to come back out.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and giggled as you remembered your role as the character and just the fun you had with the cast.

You walked out of the bathroom and John let out a chuckle but also a low groan as he felt his cock restrain against his boxers. He quickly got up and tackled you to the bed.

“Listen, You look sooo good in this but I have to get it off ya.” You chuckled to yourself as he just admired you for a second before nearly ripping it off. 

After that night you came home to a box full of similar costumes, and were those fluffy handcuffs? Jesus christ what had you gotten yourself into.

You tried a new one on every night for nearly 2 weeks before you ran out, but don’t worry he got more for you. He loved seeing his handsome baby in such revealing clothes.

[most-stylish-competition]

Most Stylish Competition official bracket!

list under bracket since the image quality died

List:

Group1/2:

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic series) VS. Sans (Undertale)

Mel Medarda (Arcane) VS. Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) VS. ENA (ENA)

Shinji Hirako (Bleach) VS. Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader)

Gyorik "York" Rogdul (Drawtectives) VS. Eugene Finch (Drawtectives)

Elliot Goss (Search Party) VS. The Weird Guy (The Hollow)

Draculaura (Monster High) VS. Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Group1:

Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.1

Papyrus (Undertale) VS. Waluigi (Super Mario Bros)

Mettaton (Undertale) VS. Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Cecil (Welcome to Nightvale) VS. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal)

Winnie the Pooh (Winnie the Pooh) VS. Ryan Evans (High School Musical)

The Onceler (The Lorax) VS. Harry Dubois (Disco Elysium)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo) VS. Hunter (The Owl House)

Teruki "Teru" Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS. Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Group2:

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) VS. winner of 1/2.2

Yor Forger (Spy x Family) VS. Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Miss Piggy (Muppets) VS. Rarity (My Little Pony)

Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog) VS. Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Marz (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) VS. Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Lelouch (Code Geass) VS. Consul Valerius (Arcana)

Sensei Garmadon (Ninjago) VS. Taako (The Adventure Zone)

Mitsuba Sousuke (Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun) VS. Rias Gremory (High School DxD)

Group3:

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS. winner of 1/2.3

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase) VS. Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Pearl Houzuki (Splatoon) VS. Gumi (Vocaloid)

Dr. Starline (Sonic series) VS. Jinafire Long (Monster High)

Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy XV) VS. Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank)

Frank N Furter (Rocky Horror Show) VS. Dean Pelton (Community)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) VS. Eleven Hopper (Stranger Things)

Gonzo (Muppets) VS. Gyro Zeppeli (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Group4:

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) VS. winner of 1/2.4

Red Hood (DC Comics) VS. Nightwing (DC Comics)

Professor Venomous (OKKO Let's Be Heroes) VS. Noisemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Inspector Cabanela (Ghost Trick) VS. Shelby Presipence (Plainview)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Coco Adel (RWBY) VS. Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Susie Greene (Curb Your Enthusiasm) VS. Boyd Crowder (Justified)

Al Calavicci (Quantum Leap) VS. The Obituary Writer (Death By Dying)

Group5:

Lewis Pepper (Mystery Skulls) VS. winner of 1/2.5

Kuranosuke Koibuchi (Princess Jellyfish) VS. Nana "Hachi" Komatsu (Nana)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) VS. Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Darius Deamonne (The Owl House) VS. Sanji (One Piece)

Link (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) VS. Spock (Star Trek)

Apollo (Hades) VS. Zagreus (Hades)

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (Hey Arnold) VS. Malfina (Conneticut Clark)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) VS. Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo)

Group6:

Steven Stone (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.6

Yuki Rurikawa (Act! Addict! Actors!) VS. Nikki (Love Nikki Dress Up Queen)

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS. Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) VS. Saul Goodman (Better Call Saul)

Grillby (Undertale) VS. Spades Slick (Homestuck)

Prosciutto (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Kira Yoshikage (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Mr. Compress (My Hero Academia) VS. Swatch (Deltarune)

Group7:

Loki (Marvel) VS. winner of 1/2.7

Castiel (Supernatural) VS. Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Hypnos (Hades) VS. Alucard (Castlevania)

Howl (Howl's Moving Castle) VS. Blitzo (Helluva Boss)

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

Luce (Drawfee) VS. Mac McDonald (Always Sunny)

Villager (Animal Crossing) VS. Blathers (Animal Crossing)

Jurgen (Sam & Max) VS. Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Group8:

Joker (Persona 5) VS. winner of 1/2.8

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS. Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

The Doctor (Doctor Who series) VS. Sissel (Ghost Trick)

Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton) VS. King Dice (Cuphead)

Jolyne Cujoh (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Bayonetta (Bayonetta)

Samus (Metroid) VS. Velma (Scooby-Doo)

Harper Finkle (Wizards of Waverly Place) VS. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Fran Fine (The Nanny) VS. Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

Good luck to everyone who's voting and have fun!

[avocado-writing]

might write myself some frank n. furter x reader. as a treat

[multifandomfix]

Frank N Furter Helping You Become More Confident Would Include

He’d start by having you get into your favorite outfit, no matter what it looked like. He wanted you to feel nice and comfortable.

He’ll use a heavy dose of praise, even for little things, that instill a sense of pride in you over time.

He’ll ask what your doubts about yourself are, and figure out how best to help you overcome them.

Getting you to try new things would be key after a while, just testing where your comfort zone is, and how to slowly push it without overwhelming you.

And somehow just being with him, talking, laughing, having fun, makes some of those insecurities fade to the background for a while.

For 🧪 Anon

[masonalexanderparkconfession]

They are so cute! I just want to hug them so badly. Their smile makes my heart beat very fast. *blush*

Awn! Thanks to be the first to send a confession, Anon. And yes, they are! <3 I totally agree.

[4everdramaqueen]

How Frank N Furter would react to you getting jealous over him.

To say that he'd find it adorable is an understatement.

It would be from that moment on that he had found his new favorite little side hobby, making you jealous.

At first, he would just be acting like his usual flirty self but when he finally notices the expression on your face and the way you look at the other person Frank is interacting with he would take it up 10 notches.

With each little thing he said or wink or touch he gave to the other person he'd quickly look over at you just to see your face and when your face would get angrier he couldn't help but giggle a little to himself.

Finally sometime during the night he'd press himself behind you to get your attention, he'd snake an around your waist and pull you real close so that you were pressed up against him, he'd get really close to your ear to the point you could feel his lips brush against it and he'd give a low laugh before whispering to you.

"You know darling, I never took you for the jealous kind but I must say I do find it quite amusing."

He'd laugh at the angry face you'd make and pull you even more closer than you already were.

"Oh my sweet Y/N, don't make such a face, you know you always have my attention." He'd say before grabbing your wrist tightly, "How about you let me make it up to you dear?" He'd smirk and then drag you off to his room. He'd kick the door open harshly and immediately throw you hard onto his bed and get on top of you, he'd tease you about being jealous and go on about how cute he thought it was throughout the whole thing.

After everything he'd lay there just looking at you with a smile before telling you that he's gonna let you sleep in his bed with him tonight.

"Don't give me that little look Y/N, I'll change my mind." He'd threaten you but he wouldn't actually kick you out of his room and the both of you would sleep in each other's arms peacefully.

[hotpinkboots]

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"The Rocky Horror Picture Show" + "Shock Treatment" Fanfiction Masterlist

Yandere!Dr. Frank-N-Furter

Yandere!Riff Raff & Yandere!Magenta

Magenta Comforting Her Girlfriend

Magenta Finding The Reader Wearing Her Clothes

"Sleeping Beauty" (Magenta x Reader)

"Late Night Lovers" (Magenta x Reader)

Nothing here, yet! Throw in some Shock Treatment requests!

[ghoastixx]

Welcome To My Blog

I am a fandom writer, some names you can refer to me by are Casey, Ghoast, Theseus, Ri,

Some things you should know about me are that fact that I beg for asks then ignore them. I’m sorry if I never get around to writing them, but I really try. I go on huge hiatuses. I’m sorry. Please don’t urge this to not request at all. I’m getting better.

My blog is 15+

My pronouns are he/they/ (she maybe)

What I’ll write:

X reader (self inserts)

Gn reader

LGBTQIA+ themes

Fluff

Angst no comfort

Angst with comfort

Pairings

Platonic

Romantic

Parental figures

Comfort

Age gaps (legal)

Polyamory

Au’s (no alpha omega I’ll kms)

Forced feminization

(Honestly I’ll write some freaky stuff just as long as it’s not flat out sex)

Pet play

Teasing

Age regression (not as a kink but a coping mechanism)

What I refuse to write

Incest

Underage relationships

Pedophilia

Rape

Abuse as a kink

Slurs

Anything with, shit, or vomit

Self harm as a kink

Huge age gaps

Real actual people- (I think it’s personally weird.)

Zoophillia

Ageplay

The fandoms I write for/ characters

Sweeney Todd:

Sweeney Todd

Ms.Lovett

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Tatum Riley

Sidney Prescott

Ghostface (masked)

The Lost Boys

Micheal

David

Paul

Marko

Dwayne

Halloween

Micheal Myers (original)

A nightmare on elm street

Freddy Kruger

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Dr. Frank N’ Furter

Beetlejuice

Beetlejuice

Lydia

Adam & Barbra

House of 1,000 corpses trilogy

Otis Driftwood

Baby Firefly

The Boy 1

Brahms

Creep 1

Josef

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Lucifer Morningstar

Adam

Alastor

Rosie

Husker

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas

To Kill A Mockingbird

Atticus Finch

Gravity Falls

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

Bill Cipher

Labryinth

Jareth the goblin king

Guardians of the Galaxy

Peter Quill

Gamora

Nebula

Yondu

Venom

Eddie

Venom

Eddsworld

Tom

Edd

Matt

Tord

Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack sparrow

Bill and Ted’s excellent adventure

Bill

Ted

Heathers

Jd

Veronica sawyer

Edward Scissorhands

Edward

The Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy

Effie Trinket

President Snow (Coriolanus)

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

SuperNatural

Castiel

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lucifer

Gabriel

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Darry Curtis

Dally

The silence of the Lambs Franchise/ Hannibal

•Doctor Hannibal Lecter

•Clarice Starling

Hannibal NBC

Hannibal

Will Graham

[butterflykiisies]

head canon that Frank n Furter is dangerously overprotective/possessive and when brad tried to talk to them for the first time- Frank was barely able to stop themselves from using the electric knife to remove his eyes from his skull. He then settled for throwing one of magentas rock hard dinner rolls at him and breaking his glasses lenses- so now he couldn’t even look at them.