#richard ramirez x reader

[boybitcx]

Psss, I started writing Richard x reader fanfiction for my fellow hybristophiliacs!

No hate in the comments, I don’t condone his actions.

[terrence-silver]

80s Terry vs LA Nightstalker Richard Ramirez!

I can imagine that Terry would have all the best security systems for the time and realistically no ones getting in… but, for fun’s sake, what would Terry do if Ramirez broke in and tried to burgle the house, even try to r@pe/kill beloved in their bed?! I need to see Terry being violently protective of beloved please 🙏🙃

It's interesting when you think about the fact that historically, Richard Ramirez was taken under the wing of his older cousin who was a Green Beret in Vietnam who used to show him wartime images of torture and gore involving Vietnamese women caught on photography he took and who (possibly) served as an early bad influence on him and then years later on a dark night out in LA, Ramirez just coincidentally, seeing how Karma can be really funny like that, breaks into the mansion of another Green Beret from Vietnam who's more than willing to kill to protect what's his and ---- whoops. We can imagine the rest.😬

[reidsdimples]

After Hours

Spencer Reid x Reader

18+🔥

Spencer Reid Smut ‼️ Friends to lovers

You sneak Spence into a public library after hours🫢

“We can’t be here right now,” Spence whispers as he glances around the dimly lit street.

“Shh,” you shush him.

You grab his forearm and urge him to follow you to a small door at the back of the brick building. You furnish a single key and quietly unlock it.

“Where did you get that?” His pushes.

“I know a guy who knew I guy that worked her,” you grin mischievously. “Come on, you know you want to,” you elbow him and push the door open.

The library has been closed for hours and you’re enjoying making Spencer squirm as he wars with the thrill of getting into a library that’s closed and the moral dilemma of trespassing.

“I am only agreeing to this to see those books they keep in the temperature controlled cases,” he sighs and slinks into the small room behind you.

You and Spencer have been friends for a few years, working closely in the BAU, and bonding over your own interest in law and his knowledge in well… everything.

He pushes some strands of hair from his forehead with long delicate fingers and adjusts his shoulder bag. His hair is shorter than usually but it suits him.

“You do know the penalty for trespassing in Washington, DC is a fine and up to 6 months in jail,” he turns to you.

“I think we’ll be alright,” you grin and tap your badge.

After about an hour of roaming the shelves, he finally becomes more relaxed. He’s crouch on the floor, examining a stack of old documents from a filing cabinet. Books are scattered around him chaotically.

You watch for a moment as his fingers work to trace over the text, his brain working exceptionally quick to intake the information instantaneously. You always find yourself amazed at the way his brain works.

The small crush you’ve harbored for him has been tucked tightly away. Keeping things professional is essential in the line of work the two of you share and you won’t jeopardize the friendship. Still, you allow yourself moments to admire him in all of his beauty.

His tongue darts out and swipes his bottom lip like it always does when he’s focused, his brow furrows slightly as he reads, and he mouths words here and there. He rocks back on his heels and sits on the carpet next to a bookshelf.

“Okay brainiac, I have a game,” you bounce into the room hold the stack of books. He looks up at you curiously, his brown eyes like honey in the dim light. You swallow.

“A game?” He asks.

“I found the most random and niche books I could, I’m gonna hold them up and you’re going to give me a synopsis. I’m positive I’ve found one that will stump you,” you smile and sit with your criss crossed in front of him.

“I haven’t read every book,” he starts. You raise your eyebrows at him. “Just most of them,” he shrugs.

You hold up a book about gardening and he gives you a run down of it.

“Why did you read this?” You ask.

“I skimmed it in high school,” he appears please with himself. You hold up another;

“Let me save you some time,” he grabs the other six books. “Lovers during World War Two, the rise of buddhism in western culture, lame romance about a cowboy… who dies at the end…” you snatch the book from his hand.

“You are insane!” You laugh. He smiles and holds up another.

“Julie is married to a man but is in love with his brother and noone has a happy ending,” he gives you a cocky grin but continues. “Inside Richard Ramirez’s life and…” he flips the last book over. “Oh, sci-fi about a journey to the Cigar galaxy,” he finishes.

You snatch it, examine it, and then throw it at his chest.

“What was that for?” He laughs and rubs his hand over the spot you hit.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” you sigh in defeat. He collects the books from around you, his knees knocking into yours.

A spark of heat seems to be exchanged from the touch, his breathing hitching so low that you almost miss it.

He glances up at you for a moment, searching your eyes as a strand of hair falls over his own. You reach out instinctively and push it back.

Your hand lingers in his hair for a moment, your fingertips grazing his scalp. He sucks air between his teeth as though the sensation is shocking to him. You lean forward and push your hand further into his hair, you don’t know why but you feel the need to touch him. He doesn’t protest, he’s staring at your lips.

The two of you gravitate closer, your heart pounding when his hand runs up your arm and entangles your hand further into his hair. He’s urging you to tug, to massage, it feels too good. His hand on yours, laced with your fingers, you oblige and take the control, you push his head closer to yours, overwhelmed by the small noises he’s making in the base of his throat.

His jaw tenses and he’s done with restraint. He drops the books and closes the rest of the space between you, leaning up on his knees to kiss you. You drop your hand from his hair and meet him there, winding your hands into his dark button down shirt, tugging on his loosened tie.

He tastes like mint, like heaven and earth collided, his lips soft and warm. A moan escapes your lips when his hand grips your hip, the other winding into your hair. You can’t believe what’s happening. You don’t want it to stop.

“Spence,” you whimper and pull away to look into his eyes pleadingly. Your grip still from on his tie. He nodded, understanding what you’re asking.

You push him backward, forcing him down onto the floor, a small laugh escaping him. His eyes are wild, his hair tousled, his lips reddened from the kiss, and he’s lying below you allowing you to take control.

Fuck.

You straddle his hips, papers and books being kicked around beneath you. Both of you are panting with need when you kiss him again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. You pull his shirt open while his hands caress your body, long fingers trailing up and down your spine and hips. It drives you wild, sending heat gathering between your thighs.

That heat builds up so quickly when you begin to kiss his bare chest that you have to grind down onto his growing erection to appease the need.

He tilts his head back, reveling in the feeling of the friction.

“So…” he swallows when you rock your hips again. “So good.”

He pulls your tight sweater up over your head, greedily taking in the view of your breasts in the lace bra. His face is red, he’s burning with need too.

You fumble with his belt and finally pull his cock free, the sight and size mouth watering. You push away the thoughts of Hotch reprimanding the two of you for what you’re about to do. Yet the thought of sinking down onto him is too overwhelming. You don’t care about anything in that moment, but getting him inside of you.

“We’re going to be in so much trouble if someone finds out,” you muse as you tear yourself free of your own pants. He leans up on his elbow and tilts his head as though he hadn’t thought of that yet.

“So no one finds out,” he demands. It takes you off guard when he pushes himself up and takes you to the floor, pinning you beneath him. His eyes darken, his gaze more primal when he leans down to kiss your neck.

His hard cock prods at the entrance of your vagina, your wetness soaking the tip. He slides his cock upward, between the lips teasingly, coating himself in your arousal. Your lips meet and your tongues fight for dominance as he groans. You reach down and grab his cock, stroking it in warning.

“Give it to me Reid,” you bite out.

He smiles but obliges. He pushes himself into you, slowly so that you can stretch around him. You buck your hips up, taking him off guard. He slams his other hand onto the floor to steady himself, the raw pleasure of being seated completely inside of you stealing his breath.

He throws his head back and works himself out slightly before pushing back in.

“Fuck, Spence,” you moan. His shirt is hanging open but you kiss and suck at his chest while he finds his sweet sinful rhythm.

He pushes your legs up and open wider, slamming deeper into you until you’re crying out into the empty library.

“Shhh baby, you’re taking it so good,” he whispers. He doesn’t stop his hard pounding into you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

You tighten around him, a warning of your impending orgasm. He smiles knowingly and gives you long slow strokes to ride it out to. Your nails dig into his back as your legs wrap around his hips, greedily taking all of him while you explode around his cock. You pulse around him, squeezing, and practically begging him to cum too.

“Ah-“ he shutters and slows his pace. He doesn’t want to cum yet. He grunts and grabs a fistful of your hair before pushing himself back into you.

He buries his face in your breasts, abruptly biting hard as his hips wind and work his cock in and out of you. He nips at your nipple, causing you to tighten around him. He grins into the soft skin, breathing hard against you. Your hands are in his hair again, holding on as another organs builds within you.

“Reid…” you moan. But he bites you again, thrusting hard as though he needs it more than life, more than oxygen. “Spencer I’m going to cu-“ you don’t get to finish the words.

His hands wind into your hair, yanking your head upward and back and he drives into you with unrelenting speed.

“Fuck,” you swear he groans under his breath.

Your orgasm comes over you without mercy, ravaging your core, blinding you with pleasure, and causing your legs to shake violently around him. He whimpers as you tighten impossibly tight around him and it consumes him.

His hips sputter as he erupts inside of you, pumping you full of him. He slides in and out of you, rolling his hips a few more sinful times as though to enjoy the sensation. As though to solidify the memory of how it feels to be inside of you.

His kisses you deeply and buries his face in the crook of your neck as you hold each other.

Neither of you want to be pulled from the moment, so you lavish in the afterglow in each other’s arms.

[d0llfaac3]

DEVILS NIGHT

Pairing: James Patrick March x wife!reader

Warnings: not proofread!, smut, unprotected P in V, nipple play, fingering, oral sex m!receiving,use of ‘good girl’, V slapping, dirty talk, murders, blood, kidnapping (none to reader) mentions of other famous killers and their crimes, James being completely pussy whipped for you, 18+, MDNI, below the cut!

Word count: 1,452

You would talk to Liz and Iris allot, like nearly all the time, part of your daily routine, Liz would talk about her son, Doug, while Iris would talk about pop culture drama and about her son, Donovan.

It was devils night tonight, which meant the biggest party of the year, at least for James and his..friends, some of the worst, most horrible serial killers in all of America, the guest list was a crazy crazy thing, consisting of.. John Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Jeffery Dahmer, Richard Ramirez, The Zodiac Killer and don’t forget John Lowe.

As it was your husband, James’ birthday today..you would have to bring his breakfast up to him in your shared hotel room, you made him the breakfast you would have made him 80 something years ago..While you two were alive.. your little cooking magazines you would buy called ‘American Cookery’, you would make him Coffee, shredded wheat and hot milk, it’s what was said in the breakfasts for business men and women..so you made him that, mixed with a little bowl of his favourite fruits, grapefruit, strawberries and bananas.

“Breakfast is ready sweetheart” you say as you shut the hotel room door with your foot, walking over to your shared bed, He’s half naked, he would only sleep in his pyjama pants, he was half asleep when you came in, his usual gelled hair, an absolute mess, you where still in your nightgown and dressing gown for goodness sake.

“I could never have wished for a better lover, darling” he says, in his sleepy morning voice, he’s quite cute in the morning for a man who’s killed hundreds of people, can’t say much. So have you.

He put the tray on the nightstand and smiles at you, opening his arms, one thing James would never admit is: he’s a cuddler at night, especially in the morning, his big arms wrapped around you and he smiles. “My beautiful girl” he says as he kisses your forehead.

“Jamie” you giggle in response, his face in your neck as he gently kissed and sucked on the skin, in certain places making you moan a bit.

“Mmm I could just have you as my birthday breakfast” he says, kissing down your neck and shoulder as he slipped your dressing gown off, making you giggle and always feel special around him.

“Mmm make love to me handsome” you say as he captures your lips in his, his hand sliding down your back to grope your ass through your nightgown, the fabric of the skirt moving against his fingers, you could already feel the soaking pool in your panties.

“God I love that laugh” he says as he takes your dressing gown off, throwing it to the side, then pulling down your nightgown at the front, so your tits spill out, causing you to blush and hide your face.

You could already feel him getting rock hard under you, funny thing is, ghosts can be dead but still have human emotions, it’s strange..but that also means the anatomy stays the same, you two had been dead since 1929 and still getting turned on by each other, been married in 1925.

“You know” You say as you kiss him. “It’s been nearly 100 years since we met..we met when..1924?” You say as your lips graze his.

He smiles into the kiss, his fingers sliding down you thighs, feeling your underwear. He smirks. “My word I am a lucky man..” making you whine a small bit.

His fingers trace the wet patch in your panties and you groan against his neck. “Mhm let it out, be a good girl for me” he whispers in your ears as his fingers hook the sides of your panties, pulling them down, the cool breeze hitting your pussy lips making you groan through the cold air of the room.

“Fuck you’re so wet aren’t you darling? This is what I do to you huh? You like when I’m all over you?, good girl” He pulled his hand away from your pussy and spanked it, he loved spanking your pussy with his hand, he thought it was just so..erotic the way you would writhe next to him as he knew he was in control..that’s what he loved, control.

You were so horny already, you could barley form words, only little whines and moans. “Shh baby it’s okay you’re doing so good” he says as he kisses your neck, his fingers grazing your pussy lips, his wet fingers gently touching your clit making you shut your eyes and bite your lip.

“Just..fuck me already!” You whine as you arch your back against him, he just gave you a soft laugh. “Mhmm baby, you wanna suck me off first? You look so good blowing me” he says as he grips your boobs, twisting your nipples in his fingers.

You could only nod in response to your husbands words, pulling his pyjama pants down and pulling his boxers down, giggling as his cock sprung up, she was always so excited to give him head, so eager. “Always so eager my love” he says as he touched your hair gently as he smiled at you.

You giggled as you licked a thick stripe up his cock making him let out a soft breath, he leaned back on the bed and got comfortable, you knew how to please him, you two have only been married ninety seven years…

When your mouth touched his tip he knew he wasn’t going to last long in your mouth, your hot mouth wrapped around his thick cock was something he adored for the past years, his cock hitting the back of your throat was an unforgettable experience..

His big hand pressed right against the back of your head, pressing your mouth further onto his cock, he gently started thrusting his hips up to your face, his cock now fucking your mouth.

He felt close so he tapped your cheek. “C’mon sweetie, I’m close” he says as he taps his cock against your lips, turning you around so your ass is up in the air. “Ready Darling?” He says as his hands grab your hips from behind.

He slides his cock between your wet folds, your body arching to get a better angle, He grabs a fistful of your hair pulling your hair back towards him as he fucks you.

Small mumbles of “yes” and “harder” slip out of your mouth as you two become closer and closer by the second, James had been coming inside you for the past 97 years, not like either of you cared.

You griped the sheets for dear life as he mercilessly fucked you into the bed, his grip on your hair and his right hand gripped onto your hip, leaving a red handprint, his fingers almost going pale white from holding so tight.

You two soon came, you couldn’t really hear what he was saying over your own moans and groans, his cock continuously pounding into your pussy from behind, such a sight would make a porn star look like an amateur.

After your eventful morning, You two just knew devils night was going to be a beautiful horror of a night. You danced with Aileen as you had been doing every devils night, she would jokingly kiss your face and call you sexy to annoy James. “That is my wife you’re referring to Aileen remember that”

“Welcome to Our annual devils night” James speaks up as his hand snakes around your waist to grip your hip. “We shall enjoy our food, then get onto the fun”, everyone knew what that fun meant, a murder, by all of them at the table.

James kissed your lips gently and Jeffery Dahmer gave a look of disgust, making you look at him as you filled your wine. “Now now jeffery don’t look at me like that, you ate people”

As Ms Evers came in with the dinner, she gave you a filthy look, as if you had rolled in shit and piss your whole life, yes obviously she’s had to clean blood stains off you and James’ bed from murders but..she signed up for it when she died in 1929 didn’t she.

James played with your fingers as you blew some smoke out of your mouth from your cigarette, he was absolutely whipped for you and it was completely obvious, he would beg on his knees for your attention at times.

Once the dinner was finished, Sally brought a man in, a tall man, a little overweight, balding, didn’t have any family so he wouldn’t be missed, as every devils night everyone attacked him and killed him, James looked at his beautiful woman, your hands covered in the man’s blood and James sighs happily.

“What a beautiful way to spend my birthday” he says as he kissed your cheek before rubbing his fingers across the blood stained part of your cheek.

You gently kissed his lips and smiles.

“Round two?”

• • • • • • • • • • • • • •

I DONT THINK THIS IS VERY GOOD LMAO

[psychosncottagecore]

Masterlist (Remastered)

For some reason Tumblr won't let me update my old masterlist, so here's a new one!

Ok so, this account is dedicated to fanfictions and this - my first post, will be both an intro and a temporary masterlist! I do take requests for the following. All fanfics unless explicitly stated otherwise are x female reader

I do write smut (probably badly) and if you venture into my blog then on your head be it!

I do write for SPN - I will NEVER write any form of incest (for any fandom) whether they’re bio or adopted siblings - that’s just nasty siblings are siblings

Please feel free to make requests in my inbox! Doesn’t have to be for these guys! Go wild with any character you want 

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[melodymunson]

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My name is Melody. I'm 33. I've been a Stranger Things since early 2017 and an Eddie Munson stan since May 2022. Writing requests for Steddie x reader, Steve x reader, Eddie x reader, Steve x Robin x reader are open! (Platonic Robin and Steve only.)

My former tumblr username was MelodyLangdon

About me: I’m a passionate concert-goer, a horror convention junkie, and a Halloween lover.

My favorite series are SAW, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, American Horror Story, Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street, Paradise City, South Of Nowhere, Rob Zombie’s Firefly family trilogy, and Hemlock Grove. I love thrillers and horror books and my favorite authors are Richard Laymon, Jack Ketchum, Megan Hart, Anne Rice, JRR Tolkien. My top favorite bands of all time are Type O’ Negative, Bullet For My Valentine, Otep, Manson, Rammstein, Motionless In White, Ice Nine Kills, Arch Enemy, Kittie, David Bowie, Motley Crue, Poison, Butcher Babies, Children Of Bodom, Apocalyptica, Raven Black, Straight Line Stitch, Depeche Mode, The Cure, and Ghost. Metal, punk rock, nu metal, thrash metal are my favorite music genres. The Soska Twins, Eli Roth, and Mary Harron are my favorite directors. My top favorite movies are American Mary, American Psycho, American Satan, 10 Things I Hate About You, Girl Next Door, Strangeland, Mistress Of The Dark. The coolest celebs I’ve met are Twiggy Ramirez, Tobin Bell, Manson, Otep, MIW, Butcher Babies, Elvira, Bill Moseley, Sid Haig, and Felissa Rose. My favorite actors are Keanu Reeves, Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery, Heath Ledger, Cody Fern, Bill Skarsgard, River Phoenix, Blake Lively, Megan Fox, Susan Sarandon, Amber Tamblyn, and Margot Robbie. 

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Works in progress/completed: My first Eddie/reader fic was rockstar Eddie x reader headcanons. I have also published 2 Steddie/reader holiday fics on ao3, an Eddie/Chrissy/reader oneshot, Stobin/fem!reader, and a cheerleader reader/Eddie 3 part series. My ao3 username is MelodyLangdon. My next fics to be published will be an Eddie/reader/Corroded Coffin groupie. Rockstar Eddie/fem reader fic series in progress.

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[irepookie]

A pretty big fic writer in the community I'm in wrote Richard Ramirez x reader fanfic just because 'he was in AHS' and got annoyed when someone got pissed off at them for writing it, I blocked them so fast after I saw that even if they were fav write at the time. People are crazy and it's annoying, thankfully I haven't seen any Even Peters' Dahmer fanfics yet.

Yeah, people can go a bit crazy with these things :)

[cuttinqlines]

IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR II

                             IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR II

(richard ramirez [ahs 1984] x reader | mainly implied xavier plympton x reader)

trigger warning; drug use, toxic relationships, mentions of abuse, toxic characters, xavier is portrayed as a major piece of shit for the first few installments, glorification of a serial killer, knives, etc.

disclaimer: i do not support the real richard ramirez in any way, shape, or form. this is simply based on the fictional version from ahs 1984. no disrespect is intended in any way. please, feel free to click off of the fic if you don’t enjoy this type of content. any hate will be ignored.

word count: 2,467

a/n: sorry this took so long. im a depressed piece of shit lmao. 

taglist: @kuollut-talven @felicityofbakerstreet @bitchcraft1398 

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IT HAD ONLY been a few days since your run-in with the self-proclaimed ‘Night Stalker’ yet it felt like years had passed. The memory of the event was constantly running through your mind, seeming to occupy your every thought. It was as if your mind was filled only with visions of dark hair and piercing dark eyes. It had gotten to the point where it was consuming you, distracting you from anything that wasn’t the thought of him. It was impossible to focus. You weren’t exactly sure that you wanted to. The part of you that desperately longed for the dark stranger to reappear and tear you away from your dilapidating life was overtaking you. You had almost wished that you would have given in to his demands that night. Almost. Something had been holding you back that night and something- someone- was still holding you back, tethering you to the place you had grown to despise.

Letting out a sigh, you stared at yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, attempting to shake away the thoughts that continuously plagued you. The ghost of a bruise still showed underneath your eye, barely noticeable with the makeup that you had delicately applied over it. You looked better than you had in the days before, but you still weren’t keen on leaving the confines of the four walls of your bedroom, let alone your apartment. You hadn’t left the house since that night. You were sure everyone thought that you were spiraling- He had probably twisted the story into that narrative. You turned away from the mirror, leaning against the base of the sink. It was time to face the situation at hand. You could already feel the silent judgment of Montana. She had told you so.  “Fuck.”

It shouldn’t have mattered that much to you- what everyone thought. It’s not like they had too much room to judge. They were your friends, sort of, but they didn’t rule you. They weren’t the end all be all. Still, you couldn’t help but feel nervous at the thought of facing them. It had been days of voicemails, knocks on the door, and missed phone calls. You had gone ghost. They wouldn’t have expected anything else, though. It wasn’t unlike you to disappear. You were used to disappointing everyone. 

After a few more minutes of anxiety and deliberation, you laid out a pretty white line, snorted it down, and got ready to head out the door. At the very least, you could show up to aerobics and casually run into everyone. By the time you got there, you were sure you could figure out how to gloss over all of the problems that kept on appearing. 

****

The Aerobics studio hadn’t changed much in your week of absence. The faces of the instructors were still plastered on the walls, yours still included much to your surprise. The chairs strategically placed throughout the lobby were occupied by young adults, laughing at something one of them had said. The ambiance was peaceful and you suddenly wished that you would have shown up for work in the last week. The thought quickly diminished as you thought back to the bruise that had been occupying your face. There was no way you would have shown up with that. You wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction. Stepping up to the front desk, you leaned against the counter lazily. 

“Hi. Do you have any classes with vacant spaces open for today, Janice?” You asked the receptionist a bit awkwardly, looking at the wall behind her as you spoke.

The woman looked up, purposefully making direct eye contact. She looked you up and down, judgement written all over her face.  “Yes. The instructor position for the class you teach at 6:30, (Y/N). If you want to keep your job, I suggest you get prepared for it and go teach it.” 

You couldn’t help but cringe at her tone. The attitude dripped off of it like poison. Truth be told, you had thought that you had already been fired. That is generally what happens after you drop off of the face of the planet for a week. “Right- I’ll just go ahead and get set up to start, then. Thank you.”

“You’re lucky that you showed up today. You’re really pushing it with your delinquent behavior. Shape up or ship out, sweetheart. This is the last time you’re getting exceptions. You’re really lucky that Montana covered your classes for the week. Now, get moving. It’s 6:20. Studio 3.”

Janice hardly gave you time to react, as she stood up and began to push you towards the direction of the studio. Her cold touch caused an unpleasant shiver to shoot through your spine. Your mind instantly drifted to your unwelcome house guest, though the shiver he gave you was not exactly unpleasant- You mentally scolded yourself for obsessing over the ‘Night Stalker’, before practically bursting into the studio. 

It felt as if a million eyes landed on you from the moment you opened the door. The never-ending stares seemed to burn holes into your skin. One pair of eyes, in particular, seemed to stare the deepest. Xavier. You flickered your gaze to meet his, the other people in the room disappearing into a sort of tunnel that consumed the sides of your vision. Your heart caught in your chest. You wanted to tear your eyes away, but there was something stopping you. Something about Xavier always seemed to hold you back. His gaze was pleading, an apology seeming to spill out of it. 

 “(Y/N)! I thought you were going to be out for a while! Xavier said that you were like super sick or something.” Montana’s voice rang out, casually. “So happy you’re here though. Teaching this class has been such a drag.”

At the sound of the young woman’s voice, your head instinctively jerked towards it. You plastered a pained smile onto your face. “Yeah- thanks for covering for me, Montana. I seriously owe you one. Being sick was a major drag. Probably worse than teaching this class of Cyndi Lauper obsessed boys.” 

The blonde let out a laugh. “Well, since you’re back, I’ll let you take this one. And maybe take your man out when you’re done. He’s been such a buzzkill lately.” 

Montana gave you a wink, patting your shoulder affectionately. With a final wave to you and Xavier, she slipped out the door and disappeared down the hall with a flash of blonde hair. Not wanting to waste any more time, or give Xavier the chance to talk to you, you flicked the boom box on and let the sound of Billy Idol’s voice fill the room. 

****

The entirety of the class went by uneventfully. Billy Idol’s soothing tone seemed to temporarily soother your anxiety, making it easier for you to ignore the pained glances that were becoming more and more inescapable. You left the music on as the class drew to a close, turning the volume down to a soft, but audible hum. You didn’t bother to look as everyone made their way to the door. Instead, you moved towards the front of the room, letting yourself face the large windows that looked out towards the city. 

You watched as people leaving the last few classes of the evening walked down the sidewalk, off into the night. Some faces were familiar, regulars that always seemed to be in aerobics class. Other faces, unfamiliar and new. They all seemed so happy, as if their lives were perfect. You wished that you could get a taste of that feeling. You continued to admire the citizens of Los Angeles, lost in your thoughts. Then, in a sudden flash, there was a single face that stuck out in the crowd. Unmistakable dark hair and piercing eyes that could have belonged only to the face that you could never forget. You locked eyes with the man, causing a sinister smile to appear on his face. He moved closer to the building. Your heart skipped a beat. He was headed towards the door. Your eyes were still locked with his, nothing could-

“(Y/N)... Can we talk about what happened the other night? Please… I didn’t mean for it to go so far.” Xavier’s voice hit your ears, soft and pleading. 

You broke away from the ‘Night Stalker’s’ gaze, slowly turning to face the man that you had once felt so strongly for. You leaned against the windows behind you, pressing your nearly bare back against the cool glass. Xavier took a few steps closer, leaving only a few inches between your faces. You couldn’t help but flinch as he reached out to tenderly touch your face. Hurt flashed across his face briefly, but his hand still gently came into contact with your soft skin. You let your eyes flutter closed and sucked in a sharp breath. “I- I can’t do this,” you whispered, hot tears pricking in the inner corner of your eyes. So many different emotions were running through your body. The urge to run away from him had never been so heightened. 

He grazed his thumb gingerly across your jawline, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Please. I just wanted it so badly and I thought that was the only way. And I didn’t want anyone to find out. The way you looked at me when you did- I lost it. I thought you would tell everyone. I thought you would leave me. I’m so sorry.” 

You had yet to respond to him when a cutting voice interrupted the scene unfolding before you. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The deep voice questioned, sinister laughter etched into his tone. 

“N-?” You began, eyes flickering open. You met the dark haired man’s eyes, looking directly past Xavier. He was already staring at you intensely, the usual smirk plastered on his face. 

“Richard.” He corrected, moving his eyes from you to the other man in your company. Xavier had moved away from you by this point, looking at Richard with a suspicious glare. Richard simply continued to smirk at him, looking more and more devilish as time passed. “My little angel, didn’t expect to see you so soon. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Okay. Who the fuck are you?” Xavier demanded, his hand wrapping around your forearm in a protective manner. You instinctively recoiled to his touch. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, watching as the two began to go back and forth. 

“I’m the devil’s favorite prodigy. It’s more like ‘who the fuck are you?’” The other man taunted. His eyes locked on the contact point of yours and Xavier’s skin. An unreadable emotion flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced with his usual infuriating smirk. “I’ve decided I’m here to collect her. Truth be told, it wasn’t originally in my master and I’s plan, but it seems like I stumbled in at the perfect time, with you harassing my girl.”

“Your-? (Y/N), are you fucking this guy? We get into one fight and you’re off giving it out to this creep?” The blonde questioned, his tone demanding and incredulous. His voice rose with every word that he spoke. He was red in the face by this point. You could tell by the clench in his jaw and the way his hand tightened around you that he was angry. The smug expression of Richard definitely wasn’t helping his reaction either.

You tried to ignore the fear that had begun to creep into the back of your mind, your mind flashing back to his closed fist accidentally ramming into your face. You looked up at him with your tear stained face. Words were failing you. You didn’t exactly want to say that Richard had broken into your house, pinned you against a wall, and sparked something inside of you that made you feel so many fucked up things. Was it really more fucked up than what you felt about Xavier after everything that he had done? You weren’t so sure any more. Xavier seemed to take your silence and lack of denial as a ‘yes’ to his questions. Disgust took over his face, his hand tossing your arm away as if it had suddenly turned into some sort of cursed object. 

He scoffed at you, shoving you away from his body. “I can’t believe you would do this to me. Maybe you deserved that.” He spat out venomously, angrily gesturing to the hardly hidden  bruise underneath your eye. 

You flinched as his hand raised. Something seemed to click into place for the dark haired man as he watched the two of you, your reaction triggering the darkest part of him. You hardly had time to react further, before Richard was in front of you. His left arm pressed back against your body, gently shoving you behind him. His right hand was adorned with his blade, ready to slash at the man before him. “You did that to her? For your sake, I hope you say no. I’d hate to have to kill you right here. It would really throw a wrench into the master’s plans and we both hate that.”

Your hand reached out slowly, tugging on the edge of this sleeve, beckoning his eyes to meet your eyes. He complied, looking over his shoulder quickly. You shook your head at him, a silent plea for him to drop it. He was already acting psychotic enough to have the police called on him and you were sure that would be the last thing that he wanted. He looked back to Xavier, who was staring at him incredulously. “Get the fuck out of here or die,” The dark haired man spat out.

Xavier gave you a pointed look, before shoving past the both of you and storming out of the studio. You knew he would show up at your apartment later, demanding explanations for the psychotic interaction that just went down. You would figure out a way to avoid that later. For now, your full attention was on Richard. He turned towards you, dark eyes studying the every feature on your face. His hand hovered over the side of your neck, before gently pushing your hair to the side. His fingers softly trailed down the side of your throat, traveling down your chest. Like a phantom, they grazed the length of your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. You softly bit down on your bottom lip, eyes staring straight into his. “You’re mine now, little angel. I’ll kill for you. I’ll die for you. But you have to be mine forever- That’s the catch. Will you sell your soul to the devil?”

“I will.”

[ophelialoveshandsomemen]

A december writing challenge that I will try. If you want to send me one of Oscar Isaac’s characters and a day to write for, go ahead! If I don’t get any prompts, I will be writing my own choices. Ask me if you wanna be tagged!

Female reader or GN reader only please!

I’m more comfortable with female reader, but I can easily write gender neutral. Male reader, however, I am NOT comfortable writing for too many reasons to state here.

Just a warning, I’m not big on cities, so this will feature mainly rural/country settings.

Warning. There may be religious themes in some of these, which I will tag accordingly.

** indicates smut, both light and heavy.

Day 1 - Baking || Vanilla, sprinkles, and chocolate flavored kisses. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader)

Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.(Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader) **

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, warm hands, and soft smiles.(Abel Morales x fem!reader)**

Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned rugs, soft blankets, and warm baths.( Santiago Garcia x wife!fem!reader)

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.(Pt.2! Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader .sequel to You’re handsome with snowflakes in your beard.)

Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy pillows, movies, and snacks(Modern!Poe Dameron x pregnant!fem!wife!reader)

Day 7 - Catching a cold  || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles.(Llewyn Davis x fem!reader)

Day 8 - Snowed In || Candles, snow drifts, and quiet.(Mikael Boghosian x fem!reader)

Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter(Laurent Leclaire x fem!reader. Canon era.)

Day 10  - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.(Blue Jones x gn!reader)

Day 11 - Snowball Fight || Heavy breathing, footprints in the snow, and warm hugs.( Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 2! sequel to Kisses of Chocolate.)

Day 12 - Lonely  || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire. ( William Tell x fem!reader)

Day 13 - Warm Bath || Bubble bath, soft music, and gentle hands. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 3! )

Day 14 - Homemade Meal/Cooking || Savory spices, hot meals, and family. (Mikael Boghosian x wife!reader)

Day 15 - Sleigh Ride || Sleigh bells, foggy breath, and the smell of cedar.(Nathan Bateman x fem!reader)

Day 16 - Mistletoe || Warm lights, smoke, and friends.(Jonathan Levy x fem!reader)

Day 17 - Gingerbread || Icing on their cheek, smell of cinnamon, and playful kisses.

Day 18 - Sunsets || Golden hour, towering pine trees, and warm coats.

Day 19 - Movie Nights || Laughter, snacks, and cuddles. (Nathan Bateman x fem!reader.)

Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.

Day 21 - Sweaters || Cozy feelings, goosebumps, and comforting hands.

Day 22 - Unique Traditions || Smiles, acceptance, and making memories.

Day 23 - Proposal || Nerves, candles, and a tasty meal.

Day 24 - Holiday Traffic || Car horns, comforting words, and snow.

Day 25 - Lazy Mornings || Soft blankets, familiar arms, and the morning light.

Day 26 -Furry Friends || Shining eyes, the pitter - patter of paws, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Day 27 - Roasting Marshmallows || Roaring bonfires, laughter of friends, and gooey marshmallows.

Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings.

Day 29 - Holiday Lights || Holiday music, bright colors, and joy.

Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss.

Day 31 - Wild Card || write anything you want!(Victoriano ‘El Catorce’ Ramirez x fem!reader)

[spaceoddball1969]

Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 14

Ok, I have to just say the comments left on the last chapter were so ridiculously sweet that I nearly cried reading them. I have spent my entire life writing and never really let anybody read what I have written so to get such kind and enthusiastic responses means so much to me. I really appreciate all of your answers to my question on the last chapter. I’m thinking what I’ll do is probably keep the serious smut to a minimum within this fic. I want to include it for those who are interested/enjoy reading it but I don’t want this to become only about the smutty chapters. I really like writing the plot and interactions between the characters, so the majority of this fic will focus on that, with a few little smutty moments sprinkled in for funsies. Anyway, that’s enough rambling. It’s time to get to the chapter!

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The reader frets over Eddie’s whereabouts as more is revealed about what happened in the Munson’s trailer the previous night. 

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS: Angst, fluff, mentions of crime scenes/dead bodies. Also, there will be mentions of Anton Levay, the founder of the Church of Satan and Richard Ramirez (The Night Stalker) in relation to the Satanic Panic of the 80′s and 90′s. I want to put this disclaimer in here just to say that in no way do I believe that the Church of Satan takes part in human/animal sacrifice or devil worshipping. I actually low-key really agree with their beliefs even though Anton Levay was pretty skeezy. In case you don’t know, Richard Ramirez became known as the Night Stalker after breaking into several homes and attacking people as they slept over 1984-1985 in California. He was eventually convicted of 13 counts of murder, 5 counts of attempted murder, 11 sexual assaults, and 14 burglaries. In short, he’s a wet gym sock of a human being. I just wanted to put some background info in here so y’all know what I’m talking about when I reference certain things.

Chapter 14

The longer I watched the news that morning, I harder I had to fight to keep the tears from flowing out of my eyes. A Hawkins High School student had been found dead in one of the trailers in Forrest Hill trailer park. The tv camera zoomed in on the trailer in question as the reported filled in the few details the police could release about the case. As the camera moved closer in towards the trailer I couldn’t deny that I knew exactly which trailer that was. 

“It’s his,” I whispered to Dustin, who sat next to me on the couch. 

“You don’t know that,” Dustin said.

“Yes I do,” I said. “I’ve been to that trailer more times than I can count. It’s his,”

“That doesn’t mean he’s dead,” Dustin said.

“But if another person was found dead in his trailer than what does that mean?” I asked. “Why haven’t they said anything about him?”

“I don’t know,” Dustin said.

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door and both of us jumped. Dustin got up and opened the front door. Max Mayfield stood on the front porch looking worried and serious.

“We need to talk,” she said, pushing her way through the doorway. 

Dustin nodded and the two of them disappeared down the hallway and went into Dustin’s room. The news covered the supposed murder for another half an hour. Dustin and Max still hadn’t come out of his bedroom. I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to call Eddie. The phone rang several times and then finally his uncle picked up. 

“Mr. Munson,” I said.

“Y/N,” Wayne said. “I figured you’d call at some point,”

“I’m so sorry to be bothering you,” I said. “But is Eddie there?”

I heard Wayne sigh over the phone. “I was really hoping he’d be with you,”

“The body was in your trailer,” I said, it wasn’t really a question.

“I found her this morning,” Wayne said. “I don’t know her name. She’s one of the cheerleaders,”

I felt the air rush out of my lungs as he said this. It seemed like my whole world had stopped moving. It was Chrissy. The dead student was Chrissy. I couldn’t think of anything to say to Wayne, but he spoke for me.

“He didn’t do this,” he said. “Eddie, I mean,”

I took a deep breath. “I know,” I said.

“He couldn’t hurt a fly if he tried,” Wayne said.

“I know,” I said.

“You know what they’re going to do to him though don’t you?” Wayne asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked, suddenly confused.

“They’re gonna make it out like this was some kind of devil worship because he’s got long hair and tattoos and listens to that metal music.” Wayne said. “Satanic Panic. Ever since that Lavay fella painted his house black up in San Francisco and that Night Stalker yelled ‘hail Satan’ it’s all the news can talk about. The devil’s coming to get ya. And now they’re gonna use it to make Eddie out to be a murderer,”

“I won’t let that happen,” I said.

“Neither will I,” Wayne said. There was a pause between us. “You ever need anything give me a call,”

“I will,” I said. “Thank you,”

“Of course,” Wayne said. “I’ll talk to you later,”

“Goodbye,” I said.

I hung up the phone just as Dustin and Max stepped out of the bedroom. They looked worried but also excited. Dustin shouted something to his mom and then left the house with Max.

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I had to work that morning. I felt numb as I tugged on my green Family Video vest. When I walked into the store, I found Steve and Robin mid-conversation. They immediately stopped talking when I walked in and concern washed over their faces. 

“How are you?” Robin asked as I walked behind the counter. “We just saw the news,”

“As good as you could expect, “ I said. “But I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You don’t have ot be,” Steve said. “We totally could handle it,”

“I don’t think I can bare to sit at my house all day. I need the distraction,” I said.

Robin pulled me into a tight hug and then I felt Steve give me a pat on the back. 

The morning was quiet. Nobody was going to come in and rent a movie after a body was discovered in Hawkins. It was like the town just couldn’t catch a break. So many awful things had happened in the last few years. There was talk that a curse had been placed over Hawkins. I didn’t quite believe in curses but there was definitely something wrong here.

As morning turned to afternoon, Dustin and Max came rushing into the store. Dustin didn’t hesitate - he approached Steve at the counter and immediately started questioning him on how many phones we had in the store. When Steve and Robin confirmed we had three phones, Dustin threw his bag over the counter and quickly cleared it. 

“What are you doing?” Steve cried as Dustin rushed to the computer.

“We’re setting up base of operations,” Dustin said.

“For what?” I asked.

“We’re looking for Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers,” Dustin said. He turned to Max and asked. “Would you please fill them in already?”

“Why are you two looking for Eddie?” I asked.

Dustin and Max suddenly both looked at me and then glanced at each other. 

“And what is there to be filled in on?” I asked. Everyone was staring at me now, even Robin and Steve. “What the hell guys? What aren’t you telling me?”

“Oh boy,” Dustin said. “This gonna take more time than I thought,”

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The four of them then spent the next hour or so filling me in on what has really been going on in Hawkins for the last three years. They explained that Mike’s girlfriend in California was actually a scientific experiment, worked on in Hawkins lab. They told me how Will didn’t really get lost in the woods, but instead was taken to an alternate universe by a monster they referred to as the demogorgon. Nancy’s friend Barb Holland was also taken that same year but she never made it out. They explained that the fire at the Starcourt wasn’t a fire at all. Police Chief Jim Hopper and Max’s older brother Billy were both victims of yet another attempt at a gate to the alternate universe they called the Upside Down being opened. In order to remain anonymous and out of danger, the Byers had moved to California with Jane, who they actually called Eleven or El. And they now thought that Chrissy Cunningham was the latest victim of the monsters of the Upside Down. How we could use that to prove Eddie’s innocence, I had no clue, but at least I knew for certain he had nothing to do with Chrissy’s death.

We spent the rest of the afternoon calling all of Eddie’s friends. Eventually, Max came up with a lead. She told us we needed to look for a Reefer Rick, who was Eddie’s supplier.

“Oh my God,” I said, smacking my forehead. “How could I not have thought of him.”

“You know him?” Dustin asked.

“No, but Eddie’s mentioned going there a few times,” I said. 

“Do you know where he lives?” Steve asked.

“No,” I said. “Nobody really does, except Eddie. Sometimes he would crash there before we started going out,”

Robin then got the brilliant idea to search the name Rick in the store computer. We scanned through histories of movie rentals of a few Ricks before finding the history that most obviously was that of a stoner. Robin looked at the account and found the address. We were out of that store faster than lightning strikes in a thunderstorm.

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It was dark by the time we got to Reefer Rick’s. It was an old looking house out by Lover’s Lake. We stood on the porch knocking and calling out to Eddie. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as we waited for someone, anyone, to answer the door. Then Robin noticed a boathouse closer to the water. We moved as a crowd to the smaller shack and slowly poked our heads in. 

Flashlight beams were the only thing that lit the dark room. On the walls were various fishing supplies. In the middle of the room, the floor opened up to the water below it. The light of our flashlights reflected off it and threw curly lines around the walls. While Steve started poking around with an oar, Robin, Max, and I investigated the rest of the room. We found a pile of wrappers from candy and chips. There was a cigarette butt on the floor.

“Somebody was here,” Max said.

“Eddie was here,” I said.

Then from behind us suddenly, I heard the tarp over the boat being rustled. There was a crash and then Eddie was before us, pushing Steve against the wall with what looked like a broken bottle held to his throat.

“EDDIE!” We all cried. 

Dustin tried his best to deescalate Eddie, but he wasn’t having much luck. I stepped closer to my boyfriend. “Eddie,” I said, softly. “Eddie, it’s me. Put the bottle down. We’re here to help you. We know you’re innocent.” I paused. “I know you’re innocent. Baby, tell me what happened.”

Eddie looked at me through the corner of his eye. I saw his grip on the bottle loosen. I stepped closer to him and reached my hand out slowly. “Eddie, put it down. I want to help you, but you have to put that down. Eddie, tell me about Chrissy,”

I touched my hand gently to his arm. He flinched at the contact like a wild animal. He held the bottle to Steve’s throat for a second more and then dropped it suddenly. Before I could think, Eddie’s arms were around me and he was pulling me against him tightly. The air was knocked from my lungs as Eddie lifted me up to my tip toes. I wrapped my arms around him in return and stroked at his hair.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said, and I could hear the sob fighting it’s way out of his throat. “I’m so so sorry,”

“It’s ok,” I said, “Shhh, it’s ok. I’m here now. It’s going to be ok,”

“I was so scared,” he whispered.

“I know,” I said. “But we’re going to protect you. I will protect you,”

“Not to break up the reunion,” Dustin said. “But Eddie, we’ve gotta talk,”

Eddie and I broke apart, but Eddie held my hand tightly in his. “You think I killed Chrissy Cunningham?”

“No, actually,” Dustin said. 

“But we might know who did,” Max said.

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[brandyllyn]

Brandyllyn’s Masterlist

Firstly and most importantly, I wrote a book. Love nor Money is a “why choose” romance about Maya Alvani, a down on her luck woman who agrees to pretend to be the mistress of three of the cities most powerful criminals. For more information about the book itself go here. 

Buy it here. Buy the holiday epilogue here.

Both are available for free with Kindle Unlimited at the same links.

📚<- This work is complete.

Requests are currently closed but thots are always welcome.

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Most things I write are explicit and I’ve also tried to tag / warn everything appropriately. Let me know if I missed something.

Soulmate Headcanons

Pedro Pascal Characters as Cats with @blueeyesatnight

Because I was inverted... Pretty much every character I write for has a blurb or two in here. This was for a follower celebration.

Kinktober 2021 - here there be smut

Fandoms in alphabetical order.

NSFW Alphabet: Max Phillips 📚

The below fics can be read as standalones or as parts of the Max x Sugartits series.

Fringe Benefits : Max Phillips x f!reader (Explicit) (5k words) 📚 Max has a proposition for you.

Consensual Violence : Max Phillips x f!reader (Mature / Explicit) (3.2k words) 📚 Max’s enthusiasm in the bedroom accidentally sends you to the emergency room. It’s honestly more embarrassing than painful.

Did you mean it? : Max Phillips x f!reader (Explicit) (6.4k words) 📚 Max accompanies you to a family function. It goes about as well as expected.

By the numbers : Max Phillips x f!reader Once Bitten :: Twice Shy :: Safety Third :: Forever (Explicit)(12.7 words) 📚 Max and you hit some turbulence in your relationship.

Bonus: Half a Mind to (2k words) 📚 Max’s POV between Once Bitten and Twice Shy. I suggest reading all of By the Numbers before this one.

After : Max Phillips x f!reader (Mature) (2.4k words) 📚 Things aren’t quite back to normal for you and Max.

Various Requests:

All of these are standalone (as above) but are theoretically in universe and would take place somewhere between Consensual Violence and Did you mean it?

Max reacts to you cutting yourself accidentally. (640 words, smut adjacent) More about Max enjoying a bendy reader. (600 words, smut) Max being an annoying pest where you work. (790 words, smut) Max does not fly economy. (690 words) Getting a taste (2.2k words. hella smut) Turnabout is fair play (770 words, smut?) Max watches porn (300 words, smut adjacent I guess?) Teasing Max (1.2k words, smut) Repellent (1.7 words)

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Adventurous : Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x f!reader (Explicit)(5.7k words)📚 Your friend drags you to an unconventional party. Mysterious (Explicit)(4.6k words)📚 Benny tries to follow-up the next day.

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Doppelgänger : Nathan Bateman x f!Reader (Explicit) (13.6k words) 📚 You’re invited to Nathan’s house after ‘the incident’ to test his new AI. A masc one this time. Of course Nathan made it in the form of the most perfect man he knows, himself.

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Silk from their Soul : The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!Reader (Explicit)(39k words)📚 It was supposed to be an easy bounty. But something ain't right about her - and Cooper's itching to find out what.

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Monstruo : Pero Tovar (no pairing) (Teen)(3.7k words) 📚 After the events on the wall, Pero and William make an unexpected discovery.

Innocence need not tremble : Pero Tovar x f!reader (Explicit)(3.3k) 📚 Pero is finds himself on the receiving end of an indecent proposition.

Sinners : Pero Tovar x f!reader (Explicit)(8.4k) 📚 A promise made to protect William’s wife complicates Pero’s pursuit of you.

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Bought and Paid For: Frederick Chilton x OFC (Explicit)(13k words)[AO3] 📚 Disgusted by the idea of going to his first public event after the shooting alone - Frederick Chilton decides to hire the services of an escort for the evening.

Dove Grey Bows: Frederick Chilton x OFC (Everyone)(1k words)[AO3] 📚 Sequel to ‘Bought and Paid For’: Everything was going wrong, Chilton was definitely going to fire the person responsible - but did he have time to fix it?

Time’s Fool: Frederick Chilton x OFC of color (Explicit)(11k words)[AO3] 📚 A woman from Chilton’s past has the power to throw his entire life into disarray - but will their unfinished business ruin him or save him?

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Honorable Intentions : Aloy x Erend (Explicit)(5k) 📚 Erend offers to help Aloy before the Proving.

A Chance : Aloy x Erend  (Explicit)(5k) 📚 At the base, Erend and Aloy have a long overdue conversation.

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Dreams are sweet until they’re not : Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader (Explicit)(8.6k) 📚 A crimson rose only ever meant one thing, death. [Soulmate AU]

Harder to Hold : Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader (Explicit)(32.5k words) 📚 You’re confused but pleased when a handsome cowboy puts moves on you at a bar one night.

Next Time : Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader (Teen)(2.5k words) 📚 Jack takes you out on a date. It does not go well.

This Time : Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader (Teen) 📚 Second date with Jack.

Trust in Me : Jack Daniels vs. f!reader (Teen)(drabbles exist on their own) Jack has been assigned a bodyguard. He’s not happy about it.

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A Good Man Feelin’ Bad : Rafael Barba x OFC (Explicit)(44k words)[AO3] 📚* He really should go out more often if girls - *women* he heard Olivia correct him in his head - were this forward now.

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Baubles of Stolen Kisses : Richard Alonso Muñoz x f!reader (explicit)(17.6K words) 📚 A slow dive into the start and growth of your relationship with Richard. Deals with themes of insecurity and self-worth.

Nene : Richard Alonso Muñoz x f!reader (Teen)(2.5K words) 📚 What to expect when you and Richard are expecting.

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Crimes of Passion : Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa x f!reader (explicit)(hiatus) You’re a good girl. And Bishop is a very bad man.

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To sell your love for peace : Javier Peña x f!reader (Explicit)(27k words) 📚 You are Javier’s newest informant. And all that that entails.

To perish twice : Javier Peña x f!reader Pt 1  ::  Pt 2  ::  Pt3 (Explicit)(7.7k) 📚 You can feel when your soulmate comes.

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Cross My Heart : Ezra x f!reader (T)(5.7k) 📚 "I do not know who I am when I am half a man.”

Lucky Stars : Ezra x GN!reader (Teen)(3.3k)📚 “Are you a good man?” “I like to believe I am a man of good intentions.”

Into the Shade : Ezra x f!reader (E)(8k) 📚 Who would fake a soulmate? [Soulmate AU]

Hold fast to dreams : Ezra x f!reader (Teen)(4.3k) 📚 Returned from the Green Ezra has debts to pay.

Blind Trust : Ezra x f!reader (Explicit)(4k words) 📚 Could he help her find her pleasure - one armed and unable to speak? Ezra was willing to bet his reputation he could.

Make dreams truths : Ezra x f!reader (Explicit)(4.3k words) 📚 Ezra had been a killer. Was known to be a rogue. Occasionally even a degenerate...

When they disentwine : Ezra x f!reader (Explicit)(4.3k words) 📚 Ezra returns to his tent to find you going though his things.

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NSFW Alphabet: Poe Dameron (NC-17) 📚 SFW Alphabet: Poe Dameron (PG) 📚

Goofballs in Love Masterlist: A series of spicy, funny one-shots about your relationship with Poe Dameron (virtually all E)

In Our Own Image… : Poe Dameron x OFC (Mostly T, has tagged M/E chapters) (64k words) 📚 Poe had a type. He’d admit it. And that type was “could kick his ass and steal his ship.” It had gotten him into trouble too many times to count in the past, and yet here he was.

Alabanza: Poe Dameron x f!Reader (Mostly T, has M/E chapters) (60k words)[AO3] 📚 A mis-delivered message causes You and Poe Dameron to become anonymous penpals. But falling for each other via letter while at the same time falling for each other in the real world leads to more than its fair share of complications.

The Art of Falling: Poe Dameron x f!Reader (Mostly T, has M/E chapters) (40k words) 📚 The arrival of Black Squadron on Ansion means a lot of new changes for you, the base's Chief Mechanic.

For the first time seen : Poe Dameron x ? (General audiences.)(2.1k words) 📚 Poe is looking for his soulmate.

Give me a ring : Poe Dameron x gn!reader (Teen)(900 words)📚 Poe tries to flirt. Key word: tries.

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Justifiable : Bud Cooper x f!Reader (Mature) (3k words) 📚 Your husband’s death leaves you the beneficiary of his policy

Death come knocking : Bud Cooper x f!Reader (Explicit)(2.4k words) 📚 Mr. Cooper is investigating your neighbor’s disappearance.

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NSFW Alphabet: Santiago Garcia 📚

War makes thieves, and peace hangs them : Mostly Santiago Garcia x f!Reader (OFC in that she is described as being moderately thin)   (Hella Explicit) (28K words or so) 📚 When Santi needs people for a mission he knows just who to call. But it quickly becomes apparent they’re short one key role - a thief. Preferably one with nice breasts who makes friends easily.

Note: Pt13: Frankie’s Epilogue can be read as a standalone

Never meet your heroes : Santiago Garcia x gn!reader (Teen)(900 words) 📚 You introduce Santiago to your dad.

Mi Hermano : Santiago Garcia x gn!reader (Teen)(1.3k words) 📚 Followup to Never meet your heroes, yours and Santi’s rehearsal dinner.

How High : Santiago Garcia x gn!reader (Teen)(1.3k words) 📚 Followup to Mi Hermano, Frankie invites a guest to drinks with the boys.

Validation : Santiago Garcia x f!reader (Explicit) (5.6k words) 📚 Santi comes home early to find his new roommate a little undressed.

Corroboration : Santiago Garcia x f!reader (Explicit) (5.6k words) 📚 Celebrating a new job and trying to keep your relationship a secret from Frankie. Maybe you two should have just stayed in - you always had more fun there. [sequel to Validation, can be read as a standalone]

Patriotic : Santiago Garcia x f!reader (Teen) (360 words) (just a little domestic drabble) 📚

Love and Cookies : no pairings (Everyone) (1.2k words) 📚 The boys help Frankie’s daughter sell cookies.

Family Friendly : Frankie Morales x f!reader [wife] (Explicit)(1.2k words) 📚 Teasing Frankie at the family BBQ.

A Triple Frontier / Jurassic Park AU. Co-written with @blueeyesatnight (Mature) (8.5k)  📚 The boys take a job on an island off the coast of Costa Rica. They are not prepared for what they find. 

A Triple Frontier / Pacific Rim AU. Co-written with @blueeyesatnight Part One - Part Two (Mature) (3.4k) 📚 It’s drift match day for the Triple Frontier boys

A Triple Frontier / Aliens AU. Co-written with @blueeyesatnight (Mature)(11k)📚 The boys take a job at a colony in the far reaches. They are (yet again) not prepared for what they find.

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Half Empty: Nevada Ramirez x f!Reader (Explicit)(13k words)[AO3] 📚 It was supposed to be a fresh start, a new business and a new life in Washington Heights. But when Nevada Ramirez strolls through the door of your bar, demanding ten thousand dollars for his ‘protection’, you find yourself negotiating with your body. You can only hope you find the money before he loses interest.

Debt Makes Promises: Nevada Ramirez x OFC (Explicit)(47k words)[AO3]📚 When she asks Nevada Ramirez for a favor she’s expected to give one in return.

Further on the Edge: Nevada Ramirez x OFC (Explicit)(21k words)[AO3] 📚 Drawn together by circumstance - Nevada meets a woman who gives him a run for his money. But she’s not quite what she presents herself to him…

Oh Santa : Michael Perry x f!reader (Teen)(1k words)📚 You and Michael have the same idea one Christmas.

I refuse to give him a whole header but I also wrote a Dave York thing...

[mochminnie]

Life Goes On - American Horror Story 1984

Pairing; Xavier Plympton x Reader

Part 1/

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Plot: Reader, Donna and Brooke survives the massacre. As she continues in with her career for the sake of Xavier as a singer/actress. Years later, she wouldn’t think about certain people coming back in her life again. She wouldn’t rest until Brooke gets justice and Margaret should’ve been the one behind bars. 

1984

(y/n) was in the same room as Benjamin aka Mr. Jingles. and Donna. She was gonna yell for Xavier’s name. Donna placed her hand over your mouth. Xavier gone all burned up. You pushed out of the way, looking at Donna. “You injected me and Brooke!!!”  then turn to Mr. Jingles terrified tears in her eyes. “You killed my friends!!! Putting my best friend inside the goddamn oven!!! WHY!!!” You were covered in some blood from Chets. You don’t know who to trust anymore. 

Mr. Jingles said he didn’t kill people and Donna wanted him to kill her off but he said. “That’ll be too easy.” 

You ran off to look for Xavier he was trying to save Margaret, You hide behind the trees. He killed Mr. Jingles. Margaret killed Xavier. You stayed quiet sobbing you gonna go find Brooke and Montana. 

You rushed to Brooke and Montana. Brooke yells, (y/n) RUN SHE WAS THE ONE WHO SENT THE NIGHT STALKER.” You rushed to fight off Montana.  “(Y/N) the dramatic little bitch that you are. You just have to come save miss innocent. I was so close to killing her!!!! EVERYTIME!!!! ARGHHH!!!!” Stabbing you and knocking you down. You always thought she was a good friend turns out she’s a psychotic bitch who wanted to kill Brooke but, she didn’t even kill him blame her fiancee he pulled the trigger. All you wanted was to have fun over the summer with your friends being camp counselors. You were mainly excited because, you love the kids, Xavier admired that.

You were knocked out so you didn’t know that Brooke killed Montana, it was self defense. You woke up there was so many cops and ambulance surrounded. You just lay there from some of the blood you lost and you got a headache from being knocked. To your surprise you see Xavier, he doesn’t have any burns. “Did Margaret did this?... Please (y/n) wake up... Please don’t die...” His tears started falling on you. One of the paramedics asked. “Miss is this your boyfriend? We're gonna get you out of here. Now sweetie he’s gonna stay with you inside till you get to the hospital. She carried you to the stretcher and gave you oxygen. Xavier can’t be real. You felt him held into your hand. “(y/n) I love you.” 

“I always love you. Even you had your burns I still think that you’re the most beautiful man.” After that, he was gone. 

He couldn’t leave the camp. He wanted to go home and stay with you. He knew you have to continue on with your life with out him. 

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You wake up in the hospital bed gasping at seeing Donna by your side. Not seeing Brooke by your side. “I know that I am one of the last people you wanted to see. It’s better than Margaret.” You start removing your IV bag. Doing everything you can to leave this hospital. Sitting you back down. Calming you down. “Margaret I saw her... I saw her killIng Xavier. I even saw him without burns, told him I love him. Where’s Brooke?” You were hysterical. She held on to you. She told you about Brooke is guilty for all the crimes she didn’t do. (y/n) realizes that Margaret was the one who framed Brooke. “-That bitch framed Brooke.” Donna have an entire plan for the three of us to take down Margaret. Donna got you out of the hospital before Margaret gets the chance to come to your room. Who knows what she’ll do if Donna didn’t come to your room.

1989

Throughout the five years. You slowly starting to gain that trust with Donna and became friends. You still couldn’t get Brooke out of prison, it was unfair for you living your life and she should too. You visit her many times. Some people think why are you friends with a serial killer. She isn’t, they act like they know your relationship with Brooke. 

You met many well known celebrities. You even got to star in your own movie. Michael J. Fox got to be your on screen lover. You even release songs about your friendships Brooke, Ray, Chet, and Montana even though she betrayed you and Brooke. Most importantly Xavier you were in love. Many wanted to interview about Camp Redwood. After your popularity as an singer/actress. 

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Donna called you and have a plan to get Brooke out of death row. You told her you’ll be going back to Camp Redwood. Said it’s not a good idea to go alone. “Who’s said, I’m going to be going alone to Redwood alone? You just have to trust me. I know who can help us take down Margaret.” You smirked through the phone. You just couldn’t be in the same room with Margaret.

Before you were on the phone with Donna

A man came on set, there were little security and crew members. “Hello, Ms. (y/n) I been watching your movies. I’d say your very great with your work. My name is Donald and can you please sign this CD?”

Wait? Benjamin? you thought. He was very well dressed and groom. You didn’t recognize he brought a living nightmare to camp redwood. To just remember what happened in the 70′s. Memories start to bring back into your head. “NO!!!! YOU ARE BENJAMIN!!! MR. JINGLES?! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE?!” You panic about to call security.

Benjamin/Mr. Jingles serenaded. “(y/n) I just came here to make amends. I- I have a family, I changed my name move to Alaska. I am a changed man now.” 

You were about to do combat after years of karate and combat classes. “WHAT, So you’re not a serial killer anymore? BUT THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT WHAT YOU DID. You stabbed Chet, Chopped Ray’s head off!!! Poor Bertie she doesn’t have to die!!!PUT XAVIER INSIDE AN OVEN. NOW HE’S DEAD, I WANT MY BEST FRIEND BACK. I LOVED HIM!!!! We were both supposed to be acting together living our dreams. EVERYTHING... everything about you brings darkness.” Tears running down your eyes. 

You don’t know why but you feel bad you decided to give him a second chance. “I understand, I’m sorry. for everything. It won’t bring your friends back. I know you want to take down Margaret just much as I do. I want you to help me,  to protect my son from Ramirez he killed my wife. Bobby he isn’t like me, I just know it.” He did change, you just believe in Benjamin. He’s the one taking you to Redwood. “Your son doesn’t deserve to die nor did your wife.” Swiping your tears off of your face. “- Do you still want that CD signed.” you said awkwardly. He hands you a CD. “Just know you were one of the reasons, It was your album that made me realize that I want to be a better man and have a family.”  Surprisedly he brings you along to Redwood. Finally one of the security  is about to tattle him. “NO!!! um he’s with me.” The security card stop his tracks from tackling Benjamin. “Miss you were upset I figured he needs to leave the set.” You made up something. “He’s my uncle.. Donald he’s helping me with one of my lines for another audition.” The security guard believed it. Luckily you weren’t working on shooting the rest of the week. So, you and Donna can help Brooke get her life back. 

The road trip wasn’t quiet, he told you that he left his son Bobby with his sister in law.  What’s his wife, Lorraine is like in Alaska. Even as a VideoShack worker. And what happened to his brother Bobby and mother. That he isn’t monster. He is actually a kind hearted man. “Did you tell him that you love him?” he asked. “Yes, I thought he was going to stay with me in the ambulance. I knew he was dead, Margaret killed him.” He tried to make you feel better. “As I remember, if he was still here. the guy is more dramatic than you. he could of been one good actor.” You gave him a small smile. “I just know that you can’t go back in time. Having a grudge on you just won’t do anything. Actually taking down Ramirez and Margaret will do.”

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Montana and Xavier were killing everyone on site. Ray was so upset, covering up for them and cleaning up dead bodies. Stealing clothes, and other things from tourists or campers. “Chill, just clean it up like you always do.” Montana said to Ray. Ray was pissed, “No, you can’t kill every single person that wanders through here. WHat will (y/n) think she was our friend.” Montana and Xavier rolled their eyes. 

“Yes, I can.” Montana smiles.

Xavier repeats, “Yeah, she can.” Fucking with Ray. “There are no rules for the dead.” Montana says. “You don’t know that. You don’t know why we’re stuck here.” Ray argues. 

“No one does, Ray. But you know what I realized? Nothing we do matters. When I was alive, in the last moments of my life. I tried everything I could to be good.” Xavier is still agruing about death rules here. Montana saw a magazine with you on the cover page. She held it in she missed you and she didn’t know. She’d be lying if she said she doesn’t regret what she did to you. She flip through the page seeing you having you worked on movies and you made a song about betrayal she knew it was about her. She was happy for you.

Xavier continues, “-I tried to save Bertie, I fucking saved Margaret and she killed me. I thought I would be alive along with (y/n). But I don’t have that!!! I’ll never be an actor. Now I kill people. And guess what.” 

Ray snapped, “What?” Xavier says nothing happens. that being good brought him no where and being bad feels real good. “So you and the old-timers and the entire fucking universe can suck it.” Xavier flipping off the universe.

“Holy shit!” Montana came across the news paper and other magazines with you on the cover page. “-Look.”

“Oh, my god” Ray being shocked that Brooke is on Death Row or that your on a couple of cover pages on the magazine. Xavier grabs the magazines that you are on. While Ray grabs the news paper.

“Looks like (y/n) is having a time of her life and the bitch is finally gonna get hers.” Montana smiles evilly. Calling Brooke, a bitch. 

Xavier he thought maybe he still have a heart for (y/n) he just wishes he could be in her life with her. 

“(y/n)? I’m happy for her. But Brooke... Convicted on 11 counts of first-degree murder?” Ray, just know Brooke doesn’t deserve this. “This can’t be... She didn’t do anything wrong.” Xavier doing that thing with his tongue. 

“She killed me, Ray. Wasn’t that wrong.?” Montana fakes her sadness. Xavier looks at Montana then at Ray. “Yeah. Ray.” Xavier frowns. A Dustin’s girlfriend came back. yelling out Dustin. 

Ray says, Hello. she asks. “Okay, who are you? Where’s Dustin?” Ray doesn’t know who Dustin is. “I was, Uh, hiking around, and I saw your magazines and newspaper.” The girl stays quiet. “-Sorry uh let me explain. See you see these women on front page here? Brooke Thompson and (y/n) (l/n) They’re my friends.” So maybe he’ll find out more about you and Brooke. “You’re friends with a superstar and a serial killer?”

Montana walks closer. “Don’t listen to him. He’s delusional.” Ray tells Montana to stay out of it and Xavier kills off Dustin’s Girlfriend, slicing off her throat. Ray is done with cleaning after them. It was the last straw. 

Taglist: @kellysimagines​ 

*let me know if you want to have a full depth this story and made into a series? If so, ask away and I’ll make a taglist. I’ll take requests.*

[seventven]

black mass

summary: a scrawny, deranged and desperate steve rogers kidnaps the girl who recently rejected him. seeking revenge, he attempts to enlist the help of a demon and sell his soul for the promise of y/n's everlasting devotion. demons turn out to be more cunning and possessive than steve had ever anticipated.

pairing: demon!bucky x reader

word count: 4.3k+

warnings: satanic ritual; reader is used as an altar/offering to summon demon!bucky; kidnapping; knife play; steve is like one pentagram short of being richard ramirez crazy in this; defilement and debauchery in a church; slight bondage; mentions of drugging; praise kink; elements of pussy worship; voyeurism and cuckolding; sub/dom vibes; some violence and straight up murder; dub-con elements.

a/n: i'm visiting my parents and i found my old copy of anton lavey's satanic bible that i bought when i was like 14 years old and after flicking through it, i felt inspired to write some hella demonic shit.

also i read this fic by @angrythingstarlight recently and it made me feral for all things demon bucky

It was dark and the air felt hot and thick when Y/N sleepily opened her eyes.

She felt heavy.

There was a throbbing in her skull and she felt terribly cold, goosebumps covering every inch of her skin. Disoriented, she tried to lift her arms and wrap them around herself for warmth, but she quickly realised that she couldn't. There was something around her wrists; something rough and tight, preventing her from moving. Her arms and legs were tied to something she couldn't see and no matter how hard she tried, the restraints wouldn't budge.

A voice originated from somewhere nearby.

A familiar voice.

"You're awake just in time."

Suddenly, it was no longer dark. A hand yanked the hood from her head, pulling out a handful of hair in the process and making her eyes water at the sudden pain. She rapidly blinked the tears away, her vision stinging from the bright and unexpected light.

"Where am I?" She managed feebly, trying desperately to clear her vision. The world around her was blurry and when Y/N glanced towards her left, she saw the shape of a man standing over her. She couldn't see his face, too disoriented by the blinding, warm orange lights to make out the finer details, but she noticed that his hair was blonde and that he wasn't particularly tall. It was a long moment before she could finally make out his features; the usually kind blue eyes and freshly shaven face.

It was Steve, the shy and sweet guy who had asked her out a few weeks back after visiting the store she worked at on several occasions. She had turned him down; told him he wasn't her type. She didn't think twice about the possible repercussions of the rejection, but now, as she glanced around and realised she was laying naked atop a stone altar in the centre of an old abandoned church, Y/N almost wished she hadn't been so curt in her dismissal.

"Quiet now," he told her with a look that was a warning in itself. He was flicking impatiently through a book he held in his hands. It was a large, thick tome bound in black leather, the pages yellow and stained.

It felt like something out of a horror movie. There was at least a dozen tall, black candles surrounding her naked body, their flames dancing to the draft coming in through the opened church door. Above, was a window made of stained glass, depicting imagery of Jesus with his arms outstretched in a fatherly invitation, a golden halo shimmering around his head.

From the wooden cross that loomed above the altar hung a deep red tapestry, embroidered with the shape of a pentagram in thick black thread. The skull of a goat sat within the confines of the sharp lines, its horns thrust upwards in nothing but sinful defiance. Two points of the pentagram pointed up, three pointed down. It was a vile mockery of the holy trinity.

Y/N tugged at the rope around her wrists, willing it to break.

"I said quiet. He should be here any moment."

Her brows furrowed, eyes growing wild with apprehension. The adrenaline coursing through her veins made her whole body stiff and her heart beat frantically within her ribcage.

"Who should be here any moment?" The words were laced with anger and Y/N quickly realised that in her current situation, she really had no right to sound so demanding. Her frenzied eyes regarded the man standing over her, the way a smile appeared across his face. It was a smile that signalled he knew something she didn't and the prospect would frighten any sane person into submission; into giving him exactly what he desired. The usual kindness and politeness of his eyes and his demeanour were replaced by a bitter hatred, a determination for nothing but sweet revenge.

Y/N knew exactly why he was doing this. She humiliated him.

"I believe he's referring to me, sweetheart."

The voice sounded from somewhere to her right and Y/N struggled to turn her head in the direction of the source. He was somewhere beyond her line of vision; all that indicated he was there was a rush of hot, smoky air that made the bibles resting on the rotten pews fly open, scattering yellowing pages across the stone floor. Somewhere in a distant corner, a light flickered.

There was something sinister in the air. A sudden shift in energy that made her skin crawl; it made her mouth run dry and her heart stop, if only for a fleeting moment.

It was him.

Slowly, the man walked around the altar with his hands knitted behind his back. He was tall and handsome; six feet of muscle with dark hair and a beard trimmed short over a chiseled face that screamed of all things carnal.

He came to a halt next to where she was laying, the altar and her body the only thing separating the two men now standing face to face. When he looked down at her with eyes like gleaming onyx, Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. He regarded her carefully, a certain softness in the way his eyes trailed and drank in the length of her body.

Was that pity? Sorrow? Y/N couldn't tell. All that she knew was that he smelled of blood - a thick and heavy, coppery scent - and that the way in which his fingertips reached out and delicately dragged across her stomach made a strange heat spread within her.

He lifted his head towards the shorter guy.

"You know, Steven," he began, a shallow sigh escaping his lips, followed by a quiet chuckle. "You don't actually need a flesh altar to summon a demon. It's just a myth. I do, however, appreciate this offering."

The blonde frowned, brows knitting together at the humour in the other man's voice. Steve didn't like to be mocked; it was plain to see.

"She's not an offering," he argued, his patience wearing thin. "I've summoned you to make a deal. My soul for her devotion. I want her to love me."

The demon laughed again, eyes drifting to where she lay before him. There was something ominous in the way he watched her, a hint of amusement playing behind his crow black eyes. The corner of his lips was curved upward in a smile and Y/N's own lips parted when he reached over and tucked some hair behind her ear. The gesture was almost tender.

"A pretty little thing, isn't she?" He asked, tracing her cheek with the pads of his index and middle fingers. He was slow and gentle, and when his thumb swept across her bottom lip, Y/N realised there was something that resembled adoration in his eyes. Despite the softness and the tenderness of his touch, however, Y/N could sense the feeling of sweet corruption clinging to him like a lover's perfume.

He smiled at her, eyes locked for what felt like a small eternity, and Y/N felt her body responding to him in a strange way; a sick and twisted feeling similar to being high. Somewhere deep within her, a desire for something wicked began to bud.

His eyes tore away from her own to glance at Steve again.

"You want her to love you, is that it? You're willing to sell your soul for a taste of her affection?"

The shorter man nodded, lips pursed as he regarded the demon before him. His courage and boldness from earlier on were suddenly no where to be seen; he knew the demon held all the power and Steve hoped that maybe, just maybe, if he played his cards right, he would be able to enjoy some of the pleasures that came along with his depravity.

The desire for power made Steve almost indifferent to the way in which the demon's eyes drank in the sight of Y/N before him; the way his fingers trailed her flesh, exploring and feeling every curve, every dip, every inch of skin.

Almost.

Deep within, Steve was vibrating with rage, his teeth grinding together with nothing but fury and jealousy. She was his. She was meant to be.

"You're not the first man willing to give up his soul for love," the brunette stated, almost out of pity. Y/N could feel his index finger grazing her hip bone, edging softly towards her legs and between her thighs. He grabbed a handful of soft flesh, enjoying the feeling of her in his hand.

He was in her head, Y/N realised. He could sense the spark that threatened to explode into a flame, the way her skin was responding to him, the thoughts which bordered on perversion invading her mind. He chose to ignore it.

"Some might even call what you're doing noble, Steve," he admitted. "I call it stupidity."

Steve's expression depicted confusion, brows furrowed, teeth grinding together at the insult. He was close to fed up.

"I thought demons were supposed to give me what I want, no questions asked, so long as I am willing to give up my soul." The disquiet and impatience on his face was evident and Y/N could tell he didn't like the sly look in the brunette's eyes.

"Most demons," he agreed with a nod and a little chuckle which made the hairs on Y/N's arms rise. He looked down at her, almost as if sensing the electricity, and stroked her cheek again. "Most of us would do anything to drag a soul down to hell. Personally, I like to have some fun with it."

"Fun?"

He laughed again, a truly sinister sound that hid some deeper, darker meaning. He was toying with Steve, Y/N realised, and she was frightened by the possible consequences of his stupidity. It appeared that no one had told him demons could not be trusted; he dove in head first, unaware that it was him who controlled the game, and Y/N almost felt pity for Steve.

"Why else would I appear after your botched summoning spell if not to teach you a lesson?"

The demon looked to Steve with a hint of a smirk playing across his lips. One brow was raised, almost expectantly, and he sighed deeply at the shorter man's confusion.

"Answer me this question. If you love our lovely Y/N here so profoundly, why would you kidnap her for your little spell? Why would you drug and put her in harm's way?"

A moment of silence lingered in the air.

The demon continued.

"It's not her love you crave, or her affection. It's power and revenge for the way she rejected you. You, Steven, are a sick little man."

The blonde grimaced.

"What difference does it make what my intentions are? Who are you to judge me?"

He smiled again, and the darkness in his eyes told Y/N Steve wasn't going to be happy with the outcome of their exchange. The look was pure evil, dripping from him like venom and threatening to poison everyone within a fifty mile radius.

"I reserve that right for two reasons. Number one..." he paused, and laughed quietly, entertained with something Steve didn't understand. "At the trajectory you're going, your soul will end up in hell on its own. Why should I give you anything when I know you'll finish there eventually?"

He looked at the girl in front of him and placed a large palm across her stomach. Their eyes locked and Y/N felt her breath hitch in her throat at the heat of his touch, almost too hot to bear. She took her lip between her teeth, eyes locked with his own.

"What's number two?"

The demon lifted his gaze, almost annoyed at being interrupted. All humour was gone, replaced by an anger that Y/N swore she could feel in her core. It radiated from him like heat, long invisible tendrils writhing, clutching her and squeezing until she struggled for air. She knew exactly what came next and the feeling of anticipation filled her very soul.

"An unfortunate thing for you, Steven," the demon sighed, the smirk across his face growing. "But it's my pretty little girl you've got tied to your altar."

There was a moment of silence. A long, dreadful, terrifying moment of nothing but deafening silence. Y/N could feel the shift in energy inside the church; the way in which Steve's face was quickly draining of colour, the evil smile growing across Bucky's face with every second that passed.

This was his game; a game he had played for longer than he could remember.

"You see, it's not you who chose Y/N," he said.

The brunette reached behind him and pulled a knife out of his back pocket; a skinny silver blade with a black hilt in the shape of a serpent. He smiled lovingly at the girl before him, trailing the sharp edge delicately across her abdomen and towards her breasts. Steve almost growled with fury when the demon circled a taut nipple with the point of the blade, the cold metal making goosebumps rise on her skin.

Bucky smiled at the reaction he was provoking; her chest rising and falling rapidly, her back arching for more. With a swift flick of his wrist, he cut through the rope around her wrist and looked to Steve again.

"It's Y/N who chose you."

He raised his arm, and with one determined movement through the air, he forced Steve down onto the ground. Steve tried to fight it, to push himself up and get back on his feet, but there was an invisible force holding him in place. He fell with a thump and a groan, his body dragging across the stone floor until he was pushed up against the side of a rotten pew.

There was terror in his eyes; an expression which made something inside of Y/N stir, a tiny sparkle appearing behind her eyes when Bucky finally cut through the rest of her restraints.

She rubbed her wrists, hissing at the sting in her skin. When the demon noticed, he tenderly wrapped his fingers around her flesh and brought it up to his lips. Gazing up at her from beneath his lashes, he placed a delicate kiss to the markings the rope had left behind.

"Did Steve hurt you, little one?" The question was soft, quiet, and there was that same adoration in his eyes she knew so well.

She shook her head and glanced towards Steve on the ground. She regarded his terror, the utter fright and confusion in his eyes at the scene unfolding before him. Y/N revelled in the feeling of his dread.

"No where near as much as you're going to hurt him," she responded - almost innocently - when she gazed up at the demon again.

Bucky cupped her face in his hand, a disbelieving chuckle emerging from between his lips at the depravity of her behaviour. She was his perfect other half; a soul so wicked and nefarious Bucky never wished to be parted from her. She was his for all eternity; a young and sinful girl, so full of life and deranged desires, so unafraid of the terrible consequences of her devotion to the demon who had claimed her as his.

He dropped his gaze towards the man on the floor.

"Now, Steve," he began, disapproval and amusement evident in his tone. Y/N was sitting up by then, one of Bucky's hands combing through her hair, tugging at the roots just the way she liked. He twirled a strand around his index finger, his other hand resting atop her knee.

"I'm not particularly fussy about the souls I drag to hell, but my lovely Y/N finds a certain pleasure in finding and tormenting vile excuses for men, such as yourself. You see, she heard all about your history and became determined to bring you to me as a little gift."

Bucky lifted his hand from her knee and watched her face, her growing excitement as his fingers curled into a fist. Across the floor, Steve bent over in pain, coughing up blood.

Bucky paid him no mind.

"Sweetheart, Steve has gone through all this trouble just to get a little taste of you. Why don't you show him what he could have had, if only he had played nice?"

The wicked smile across the demon's face made Y/N's insides clench with desire. There was a hollowness within her, just begging to be filled. It was a feeling of delirium; a depraved combination of desire for all things deranged and carnal, for sweet release and blood pouring.

She didn't have to be told twice, nodding her head and allowing Bucky to grab her by the hips, turn her so her back was facing him, and then harshly pull her against his chest. She sat atop the altar facing Steve on the floor, Bucky's towering frame casing a shadow over her body and the stone altar.

"Sweet girl," he purred, pressing a long kiss to her shoulder. His lips moved slowly north, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses to her neck and up towards her ear. Her eyelids fluttered closed when he took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged. 

The look in Bucky's eyes was sinister when he glanced towards Steve on the floor and gauged his reaction. When Y/N looked at the blonde again, she could sense the anger budding within him, the jealousy and fury at being tricked like this.

Behind her, Bucky's strong and demanding hands were beginning to grab and grope her, enjoying the feeling of soft and supple flesh in his palms. His scent filled her nostrils; a strong, masculine smell that was so characteristically him and which made her mouth water with every inhale. He knew damn well what kind of effect he had on her, bringing his lips to her ear, his next words a quiet and seductive whisper.

"Spread your legs for little Steve, sweetheart. Let him see you."

She did as she was told, her thighs parting to expose her completely. Her skin was illuminated by the orange glow of the candles surrounding her at every corner, the sight of her glistening pussy, a crow eyed demon holding her against him, the rich red tapestry embroidered with the skull of a goat looked like something men of God would cower to behold. There was a sinister power in the scene, something so diabolical that even Steve, a man who never entertained the idea of the existence of God began to whisper a silent prayer.

"Isn't that the prettiest pussy you've ever seen, Steve?"

Bucky kissed her shoulder again, placing a hand on her hip and sliding it slowly across her stomach. Y/N allowed her head to tilt back, resting on his shoulder as she enjoyed the feeling of his touch, her lips parting when his digits delicately skimmed her clit.

"She's so responsive. Don't you just wish you could touch her?"

Y/N could almost hear the smirk in Bucky's voice. He was high on satisfaction, revelling in the angered, horrified... aroused reaction he was provoking from Steve. He loved to torment souls and Y/N craved to watch him do it, feeling a perverse feeling of gratification from being able to contribute to quenching his demonic thirst for blood.

Wrapping both of her hands around Bucky's wrist, Y/N pulled his fingers further between her thighs and towards her aching entrance. She slid them inside, moaning at the delicious stretch and screwing her eyes shut.

"Look at her, Steve. If only you could feel how fucking wet and tight she is."

His fingers were curling, pulling out and slamming back in, massaging that soft little spot she loved so much. She was clenching around his fingers, her pussy throbbing, her mind swimming with how fucking turned on she was. Bucky's touch was unlike the touch of any other man; she could feel the dark energy radiating from him, seeping into her skin and turning her more and more depraved with every night they spent together. It was a slow possession; the feelings he brought taking her closer and closer to becoming just like him.

She reached behind her, fingers curling around the back of Bucky's neck and tugging his face towards her. He got the message, connecting his lips with the skin of her throat, the kiss all teeth and tongue, an assault so vicious the skin felt like it was on fire.

"Good girl," he praised her, when her hips began to rock against his fingers. She was desperate for more, sliding across the altar in desperation, her fingers around his wrist, pulling him in deeper. She ached to be filled completely.

"That's right, pretty girl. Fuck yourself on my fingers. Show Steve just how desperate you are."

His words were a purr, a sound so arousing Y/N could feel herself spiralling. She didn't know how much more of this taunting she could take. Her orgasm was quickly building but she refused to finish just yet, yearning to feel his cock stretching her to the brim when she finally exploded.

Behind her, Bucky could sense her thoughts.

"You want your pretty pussy destroyed, is that it?" He asked, and when Y/N nodded her head pathetically, Bucky chuckled darkly.

"Such a pretty little girl. And all fucking mine. Isn't that right?"

"Yes," she managed weakly.

"Yes, what?"

His hand suddenly clamped around her throat and squeezed, a surprised gasp falling from her lips at the unexpected sensation. She struggled for air, using her last gasp to whisper her response.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

One hand around her throat, the other gripping her hip, Bucky pulled her from the altar and expertly spun her around, her back pressed to the cold stone edge. The candles shook and threatened to topple over at the sudden movement, their flames dancing wildly and casting a warm orange glow over her skin.

Somewhere far away, as if in another world, Y/N heard Steve's voice.

"This is fucking insane."

At the sound of the comment, Bucky's expression hardened, his hands effortlessly lifting Y/N to sit on the edge of the altar. He stood between her parted legs and pushed her down by her throat. She lay across the altar, legs pushed up to her chest, thighs spread wide, her pussy glistening, waiting.

Bucky looked to Steve, and with one raise of his arm and a singular curl of his fingers, the shorter man was being pulled to his feet and dragged across the floor.

He came to a stop opposite Bucky, and when Y/N opened her eyes, she realised she was once again the only thing separating them from each other. She gazed up at him, regarding his expression and attempting to figure out if he was frowning or smiling. He was upside down and the way his eyes drank in the sight of her body was indication enough that although he found the scene before him vulgar, he also found it arousing. His eyes were dark, locked on hers and frowning at the wicked little smile across her face.

The sound of Bucky's belt hitting the floor echoed off the walls of the church, his demanding hands grabbing her, groping, spreading her thighs father apart until finally, he pushed himself in balls deep. Her eyes remained locked on Steve's, her lips falling open, a frown appearing across her forehead at the sheer intensity of the feeling.

Steve could only watch.

"Who do you belong to, little one?"

Bucky's voice was low but demanding, and the way in which his cock filled her made tears leak out of her eyes. She couldn't help but close them and groan at the feeling, almost crying at the intensity of the pleasure.

"You... fuck!"

"And would you ever let Steve or any other man have you this way?"

"No, never."

"Good girl."

He fucked her hard, plunging himself in and out, every thrust hard and unforgiving. The feeling was psychedelic and Y/N could only express the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling in groans and tiny little screams, feeling as though her entire being was crumbing.

"Have you ever read the Book of Revelation, Steve?"

When the blonde didn't respond, too captivated with the expression across Y/N's face, lips parted, eyes leaking tears, her tits bouncing with every thrust, Bucky slowed his movements and pushed in deep, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped so tightly around him. She was warm and wet, creaming around his cock in the most perfect of ways.

"She feels just like it... Like the end of the fucking world."

The words struck some part deep within her and Y/N couldn’t help but moan audibly, feeling his darkness penetrate her very soul. The feeling was something beyond describable, her insides filling with heat, a pressure building somewhere deep inside, threatening to boil over. It was pleasure in its purest form, something so dark and primal it was worth killing for.

“She would do anything for me, Steve. Every bit of her soul and body belongs to me and only me."

Her orgasm hit her so intensely she couldn't help but scream with the euphoria she was feeling. It flooded every nerve ending, originating from between her thighs and spreading to every cell in her body. Her muscles contracted, her cervix dipping, walls pulsating, enveloping him until he, too, felt his peak approaching.

In the midst of her climax, too overwhelmed by the forcefulness of her delirium, Y/N never even noticed Bucky lifting his arm. She never registered his fingers curling together into a fist, nor the painful crack of a snapping neck somewhere nearby.

It was only when Steve's lifeless body crumpled to the floor did she realise he was no longer watching, and even then, she was too consumed by the feeling of the demon between her legs spilling himself inside of her to care. Still, a small part of her felt a deep satisfaction despite the cruelty and violence of the act; she yearned to be the source of his satisfaction. It didn't matter if it came from sex, from killing or anything else he desired. Whatever it was, Y/N knew she was obsessed with helping him fulfil his dark desires, and with every night together, every soul taken, she felt herself growing to enjoy the carnage.

[writers-post]

My Woman~ Frank Castle Smut

Pairings: Frank Castle X Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+) Rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, impregnation. Praise kink. Sex in prison.

Authors note: It's been a while since I last wrote and wrote smut! I apologize if it's basic or cringy but please bear with me I am learning! All I ask is no hate comments if you have any feedback private message me. Thank you! :)

It had been weeks since the trial, the days when by like hours. There she stood by the glass window, reflecting on what could have been different. They'd only been dating for a few months. But no matter what happened, she vowed that she would always defend him, and she knew the risks. But on that day of the outburst, her vow was a bit questionable. His words echoed through her ears as she stared out into the jungle city below her feet. If only he spoke differently the world would have a different opinion of him. Y/N understood that Frank was a hard person to understand, he isn't the type of person to forgive someone easily or let someone off the hook without paying a price.

She clouded away her thoughts, reaching for her purse and getting into her car. Y/N hadn't seen Frank since the trial took place, it was just too much to handle that she had to stay away for her good. She parked outside the state prison making her way past the entrance inside. She then was escorted to his cell when they announced to frank that she was here to see him. The tension expanded between them, her chest grew heavy causing her heart to beat faster. "Long time no see.." He snapped her thoughts out the window.

"Hello, Frank...I'm sorry for not coming sooner." He smiled. That mischievous smile that wasn't so innocent. There had been tension for a reason. Did Y/N know why? Not as well as Frank knew that is why he flirted and teased her in any way he could to see her cheeks flush that rosy pink. "You don't have to worry about me princess. I'm just pleased that you were there to support me at my trial."

"Don't tempt me, Frank I'm not here to play your games. Yes, I was there to support you and help you get out of prison as fast as possible. But no, you had to make your big outburst scene saying that you enjoyed killing people! That's something fucking Richard Ramirez would say, not Frank Castle. You could have made a smarter approach to your words."

"Jeez, sweetheart, I didn't know you cared that much for me..." He looked up at Y/N, giving her that shy smile that made her heart skip its rhythm.

"Oh- no-... Frank that's not what I mean-.."

"Oh, Y/N...I know exactly what you were saying. Don't play the fool, I know you have feelings for me, or else why would you be here standing in front of me visiting me in state prison? Now you are one tough chick to be walking down these halls." Never had she been spoken to in such a tone, ever since he was caught and put in prison his whole personality changed completely.

"I came because I'm doing my job, Frank I want to get you out of prison.." Y/N observed him up and down as he sat there with his hands on his lap. His scars were still fresh on his cheeks and arms. She was tempted to run her fingers down and kiss every scar on his body.

"Come on Y/N, Just cut the bullshit and sit on my lap..."

"Wha-..."

"You heard me...sit.." He patted down on his thigh and motioned her to come closer. She wanted to fight back, but she knew that Frank got what he wanted, and if he didn't, there would be consequences. Y/N walked over and eyed him carefully before she sat down on his firm thighs. He immediately placed his hands on her torso and looked at her.

"Frank...we can't do this here, there are people around..."

"I don't give a fuck about the people here...I'm going to fuck my woman right here and right now..." He growled out and knew that he was hungry for her. Y/N closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his shoulder. She pressed a firm kiss on his jawline and placed her hands on top of his.

"I missed you, Frank...Fuck I thought of you all those nights I would touch myself, missing those fingers of yours.." Frank continued with his low growls and he started to grind and dry hump against your ass. Y/N smirked grabbing his hand, placing it down under her pencil skirt where her bare cunt was.

"No panties..." He used his free hand and smacked her ass and gripped it firmly in his grasp. "naughty girl you came here for a good fuck didn't you?"

"That wasn't the only reason why I came. I came because I love you, Frank..." He stopped his humping and reached up cupping her cheeks and holding her jaw in his grasp.

"You mean it, sweetheart? Because I feel the same way about you...I know we didn't get to have a lot of moments between us and I'm sorry that things didn't go as planned. But I'm going to make it up to you right here and right now. I'm going to breed the shit out of you, understand?" He tightened his hand and she nodded quickly. She closed her legs together as her wetness dripped freely and her cunt throbbed against his thigh.

"Yes, Frank, I understand..."

"Good girl. Now get on that bed on your hands and knees. Take off that fucking skirt. I want your ass in the air for me." He pushed her up and patted her ass as Y/N walked over to the bed removing her skirt and unbuttoning her blouse. His footsteps got closer and she heard him taking off the orange jumpsuit that he wore. He stroked his cock as he waited for Y/N to follow his commands. Her knees hit the old raggy mattress and she placed her face down on the other end. Her bare ass was now out in the open, the cold air hitting her sensitive skin. His grunts were low but audible as he looked at the beautiful picture in front of him before his hand met your ass smacking it.

"You are going to take my cock like the good girl you are, aren't you, sweetheart?" He spoke as his other hand ran down her back as his cock entered her tight hole, a moan escaped from your lips but suddenly she covered it. "Attagirl...Good..." He praised and slowly went thrusting inside of her.

"Fuck~...Yes, Frank. It feels so good..." She whimpered and closed her eyes from the pleasure she was receiving.

"Yeah? Do you like that? You like my cock stretching your cunt...so tight for me, sweetheart." His hands were both on her hips. Holding her there as he continued thrusting to get her to adjust to his size. It when on for a few minutes before he began to pick up speed, which only surprised her. The pleasure was good but being silent was making her vulnerable she wanted to moan out and scream out his name. "Frank~fuck you are going to make me cum.." As she whispered those words a moan escaped her mouth. Before she could even react, a hand gripped her hair pulling her up until her back slammed against his chest. Frank wrapped his arm around her torso holding her up. He never stopped thrusting and went harder.

"Shut the fuck up! shut the fuck up." He growled against her ear while he groped her breast. "If you let out another moan and we get caught, you're not going to cum..understand? Now be a good girl... I'll let you cum." He promised her and she nodded in response staying quiet for him. The heavy breathing and sounds of smacking skin filled the air of the small prison cell. "Attagirl...you are such a good girl for me. I missed this sweet pussy so much. I thought about it and jerked off just thinking about you. I promise once I get out, I'm marrying you. You are mine...only mine..." He grunted and kissed her neck suckingly on her skin giving her a love mark. Y/N nodded and reached down, rubbing her cunt in small circular motions giving her even more pleasure.

"Yes~ I'm yours, frank...Nobody else can have me but you. Breed me, baby. I want your warm load deep inside me. Impregnate me..." She sparked something in him. He moved more roughly and faster than before ramming his hips down against her ass. Y/N moaned quietly and gasps as she grew closer and closer to her climax.

"Attagirl~I feel you getting tighter-fuck...Do you want that, sweetheart? You want me to put a baby inside you?"

"Yes! Frank, yes, please...I want a baby. I want your load.." she begged. And with her hand, she dug her nails into the skin of his arm that was around her torso.

"Fuck~ here it comes, baby.." He pounded her with one final thrust, they both reached their climaxes together. One body. One Soul. United as one. They stayed there holding each other and kissing each other's lips as the sweat dripped from their bodies.

"I love you, Frank."

"I love you, Y/N." He pressed a firm kiss on her forehead and carefully handed her clothes back so that she could dress. She gave him a warm smile and returned the kiss to his forehead.

"Frank, please behave while I find a way to get you out of this shithole okay?" She stood by the gate and gave him one more final glance.

"I promise. You know I will do anything for you."

[yourangelo]

yeah Bubba just killed teenagers and wore their faces as masks. Totally legitimate. Since when did the slasher fandom start to compare them and their crimes? I thought we all ignored that canon killing part and wrote them in a kind of acceptable way? So where's the problem if people write for the Grabber but don't include that pedo part of him? I understand when people get mad about writing the children in the movie x grabber cause thats fucked up but wheres the problem with an adult reader x non pedo grabber?

At the end of the day, none of these men are real and their crimes neither. So maybe we should call out people who simp for real murderes like Ted Bundy and Richard Ramirez.

I get your point there anon, but that's literally such a huge part of his character that it really shouldn't be ignored, nor do I ignore the fact that Bubba wears other people's faces They are slasher fics because we do in fact, acknowledge that they kill. At the end of the day, I will never, ever be the type of person to ignore anything involving children. I agree that the people who simp for real murderers are sick fucks, but I hate anything involving pedophilia, fictional or not. It's not something you can just push to the side and ignore.