ghostyvampire

[ghostyvampire]

What if the scenario was flipped where the reader is yandere and obsessed with alt Gabriel? I feel like he would eat that mess up

Alt Gabriel x Fem!Yandere!Reader

warning(s): yandere themes, stalking, obsessive behavior, gabriel and reader are obsessed with each other.

Gabriel had been in love with (Y/n) for quite a while, but he had tried to keep his distance. He didn’t stalk her, but he’d make sure she got home okay and have his alternates protect her. He’d be careful with making sure she never noticed the alternates, after all that could give him away. And whenever he wasn’t doing that, he was focused on himself, spending his time reading while sitting in the park, knowing no humans would see him since Mandela County was under strict lockdown where no one was allowed to go to wide, open areas where it’d be difficult to hide from an alternate.

On one of these days where he was relaxing in the park, he heard a snap and a gasp from behind him. He quickly stood from the bench he had been sitting on, turning around to see what it was. 

What he wasn’t expecting was (Y/n), sitting on the ground with a journal in one hand and a camera in the other. Gabriel paused, the terrifying grin that had nearly made its way on his face slipped back into a normal smirk, curious as to what his darling was up to.

“Now, what’s a little songbird like you doing in the park? Don’t you know that an alternate could get you? Especially if you’re out here all alone.” Gabriel stated, his voice smooth as he unfolded his wings, letting (Y/n) drink in his appearance.

“I know..but I wanted to see you, Angel.” (Y/n) replied, catching Gabriel slightly off guard with her own nickname for him. It almost made him laugh, but he refrained from doing so. Instead, he focused more on what she had said, making him wonder how long she had known about him.

“I see, is that what the camera and journal is for?” Gabriel asked, his curiosity growing the more (Y/n) spoke. He watched as she nodded, seeming almost ashamed of what she was doing.

“Could I have a look?” Gabriel asked, his smirk growing slightly when he noticed her hesitate.

“Please? It would make me very happy to see what you have so far.” Gabriel stated, silently celebrating when (Y/n) handed him her journal and camera. He looked through the journal first, his eyes widening slightly when he noticed that it was full of notes about him. He then went through the camera, seeing multiple photos of him in different places, doing various things. He continued looking through it as he wore a wicked smile on his face, the feeling of being worshipped by his darling was intoxicating.

Gabriel looked down at (Y/n), carefully handing her the journal and camera before he cupped her face, making her look up at him.

“I wish you had come to me sooner. This is amazing, darling.” Gabriel stated, smiling gently as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, bending down so he could reach her. (Y/n) had felt her face warm up, relieved that Gabriel wasn’t upset with her. 

“You know, when stalking you, I never had the idea of keeping a journal about you. I may have to start doing that.” Gabriel stated, thinking aloud while (Y/n)’s eyes widened.

(Y/n) had been so focused on stalking Gabriel, she hadn’t realized that he had been doing the same. A smile grew on her face, nodding enthusiastically while Gabriel smiled, now determined for his darling to continue worshipping him.

After discovering his darling’s dark secret, Gabriel would be obsessed with his darling’s obsession for him. He’d pretend to not notice his darling following him home, or her taking photos of him while he ‘sleeps’. He wouldn’t be able to help himself at times, looking through the journal she kept to see what all she had written about him.

(Y/n) would do the same, although there’d be many times where she didn’t know that Gabriel was close behind her, jumping when he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She’d try to look her best in case Gabriel was watching her, which would only fuel the angel’s obsession with her.

Overall, the two would be absolutely obsessed with one another, and both would make sure that nothing happened to each other. Plus, being able to have a human who is trusted by the other people in Mandela County, Gabriel and his alternates would begin to take over much more quickly.

Mandela County would fall, and Gabriel would take over with his murderous darling by his side.

~fin~

author’s note: i believe Gabriel’s obsession with his darling would grow tenfold as soon as he learned of her obsession with him. he’ll make sure nothing happens to her, and she’ll do the same. <33

[ghostyvampire]

𝙖𝙡𝙩!𝙜𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 + 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

notes ✥ omg keshi finally writes another character??

content ✥ gn!reader, petnames (my child, little lamb, dearest), alt!gabe is being creepy but nothing serious, is this horror or an attempt

“I really can't thank you enough.”

“Oh, dearest. You have repeated such gratefulness so many times.”

“I-I know. It's just… you know, it's dangerous out there at this hour and you went through the trouble to get me some groceries.” You sigh as you unpack the groceries that your friend had bought for you. He is just standing right at the entrance of your kitchen, watching you. His stance is straight and tall.

You met ‘Gabriel’ through an internet online space. Though you know the danger of technology these days, especially in Mandela County, you cannot help but keep connecting with Gabriel. After several online conversations—both of you decided to go out for a friendly date, as you call it.

And you are glad that you decided to continue talking with him in that online space. Fortunately, he is not an Alternate or some kind of monster you have heard stories about. Gabriel looks like a literal angel—his skin is fair and flawless, his hair is blonde and long. Though he looks slender from afar, he is much more toned than you expected. His eyes are sharp and dark—for some reason, his gaze is full of mystery as if he possessed some kind of forbidden knowledge. Plus, his gaze does feel a bit malicious—but that's probably your imagination.

“Is it that dangerous?” Gabriel asks as you are unloading stuff into your fridge. You pause and turn your head towards him, confused. Is he unaware of Alternate’s existence?

“W-Well… Yes.” You say. “Have you never experienced any… paranormal encounters?” You ask. As you remember correctly, Gabriel has said he has been here in Mandela County since long ago. He looks older than you—it is very likely he has seen some shit, no?

Gabriel instead smiles before he cackles. His cackle does not sound humanly for a quick second before he eyes you again. “Right…” He says before he leaves the kitchen. You frown, confused by his strange act. He feels… off, tonight.

You shrug and continue to arrange the stuff in your fridge before you hear a loud thud coming from the living room. You rush out from the kitchen, only to find nothing out of the ordinary in your living room.

Your living room is dark, lacking any lights other than the moonlight from the window. You look around, trying to find Gabriel. He wouldn't just leave unannounced, right? He is a polite man.

“Gabe?” Your small voice echoes in the room. “Gabe, where are you?” You ask again as you walk slowly to the door, making sure it is locked—it is a basic step to avoid confrontation with any Alternate after all.

You check the window and for a second, you see Gabriel's reflection in the glass—he is standing at the kitchen’s entrance, with a strange wide grin on his face. You gasp, turning around quickly, only to find no one is standing there.

And the first thing that comes to your mind is just—you are having an encounter.

Breathing hastens, legs fasten, you run to your room and immediately, you slam the door shut and twist the lock. You drag the stool from your dressing table and block the door with it.

“The window…” you mumble, remembering the only window you have in the bedroom. You rush there and push the curtain away to check the lock. However, you notice that the night sky which is supposed to be illuminated with moonlight has turned solid black.

There's no cloud waving away, there's no moon shining through. A complete darkness.

“My, my.”

Your fingers are shaking and your fingertips feel numb as you notice a very tall man in a white robe, dark eyes and sinister grin standing just right behind you from the reflection on the window. He is staring at you, right at your reflection.

Your throat is struggling to make a noise, even a simple call for help. Even when your body has a little courage to take an inch step back, you only stumble against his chest and it dooms on you when you realize how close he is right now to you and how dangerous this situation is.

You don't even know if praying even helps.

And yet, your heart is repeating prayers to God, asking Him to forgive all your sins, give you an ounce of mercy and save you from this misfortune—just save me, save me, God, please save me, help me, help me, help me

“It is almost endearing to hear you beg for me to save you from myself, my child.”

His voice is a deep haunting whisper as he brings his hand—his fingers are strangely slender and long, his nails are sharp—and traces your face with the tip of his nails. You shut your eyes, trembling in fear as you feel slight pain from the tiny scratches on your skin.

“God, h-help me, h-help…” The words come out like a string of cries—and the being behind you just laughs, mocking your fruitless prayer. You refuse to open your eyes, in fear you might stare back into his reflection.

Gabriel’s hand strokes your cheek before you feel his touches slowly leaving you. He traces his finger from your cheek to your neck and down down to your spine before it retracts away.

“I have feared my little lamb too much, it seems. It was fun to play with you for a moment, my dear. I will see you tomorrow. Do not hide. I will find you.”

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[ghostyvampire]

Title: Saved And Fucked By The Moth Man.

Pairing: Mothman x F. Reader (Cryptozoology).

Word Count: 3.6k.

TW: Death/Gore, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Inhuman Anatomy, Generalized Monster-Fucking, Car Crashes, Reader's Pretty Questionable In This One, and Blood.

Based On The Results of This Poll.

You thought it could’ve been a bird, at first.

A raven, or a crow – you weren’t entirely sure. Something big and black that flew so quickly, you hadn’t been able to make out anything more specific than a dark blur and the vague impression of feathers before it was gone, vanishing into the shadows of the forest before you could realize that you'd reflexively swerved to avoid it, before you could do anything to stop yourself from crashing into the base of an oak so tall and so opposing, it wouldn’t so much as shake under the force of the collision. By the time you stumbled out of your wrecked car, the windshield shattered and the engine utterly decimated, whatever threw you off-course had been gone, and you’d been left alone on a country backroad in the middle of nowhere - bruised, sore, and miles away from the nearest city. Really, the only way your night could get worse was if—

Thunder cracked somewhere in the distance, quaking through the otherwise silent forest. You glanced up, searching for the sky through the dense canopy of overlapping branches and finding it overcast. It’d rain, pretty soon, and you’d be left lost, injured, and drenched.

Well, at least now, it really couldn’t get any worse.

You fished your phone out of your pocket and pressed your back against the most in-tact side of your car, checking if you had reception for the millionth time. Of course, you didn’t, and of course, your battery was in the single digits – too low to justify using your flashlight and risking leaving yourself alone in the dark with a dead phone and no way to call for help if you did, somehow, manage to make it to the border of civilization.

You considered crawling into what was left of the backseat of your car, turning off your phone, and hoping someone else drove down this godforsaken road in the morning, but before you could let exhaustion dampen your better judgement, you heard something in the woods rustle, the sounds of displaced leaves and cracking twigs standing out against the stillness of the woods. Somewhat hesitantly, you turned towards the disturbance, half-expecting to see wolves or coyote or, as unlikely as it was, the same over-sized bird that’d gotten you into this, but instead, much to your relief, you found a group of three men – hunters, judging by the riffles slung over their backs, the dirt caked into their shoes. None of them were wearing visibility gear, and you couldn't say it seemed like a great idea to go skulking through the forest in the middle of the night, but you were already out of your comfort zone. You couldn’t be sure what people walking around in the woods at night were supposed to look like, and at that point, you didn’t really care.

You grinned, moving to call out to them, but the oldest of the group was already addressing you, already stepping out of the forest and onto the road. “What do you think you’re doing out here, darlin’?”

Your expression faltered, but you kept your spirits up. It was fine. This was fine. You could deal with a little backwoods chauvinism until you got to a mechanic. “Got into an accident,” you said, nodding towards where your car where it bent around the oak’s trunk. “No service, either. I guess I wouldn’t be able to bother one of you kind people to call a tow truck, would I?”

There was a long, silent pause. The two younger men exchanged a glance. Again, the oldest spoke to you. “This is private property, y’know. Not a lot of folks come through this patch of woods.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know. I… I’m just in town for the convention.” One of the younger men slid his rifle off of his shoulder, taking it in both hands. The other followed in-suit. “It’s a beautiful area. If I had to get stranded, I’m glad it was here.”

“So, no relatives nearby? Nobody who’d notice if you didn’t get home in the mornin’?”

You pressed yourself against the dented metal, your smile now strained. “You know what?” You asked, forcing out an airy chuckle. “I think I’ll just walk for it. How far could the next town be, right?”

He held up a hand, signaling to the rest of his group. You heard something click, caught boots scraping against rough pavement, and watched a broad grin form across the older man’s features. “Looks like there’s gonna be a hunt tonight after all, boys.”

Your first reflex was, somewhat counterintuitively, to laugh. The sound was jarring, too loud and too stilted, cutting your lips and catching in your throat like pieces of broken glass.

Your second, triggered when one of the younger men moved to step toward you, was to run for your life.

Without thought, without hesitation, you broke into a dead-sprint. There was a holler behind you, a round of hollow clicks and earth-shaking thuds, and then, they were chasing you.

You couldn’t be sure how far you made it. It felt like you ran for seconds, or days, or years. It felt like you traveled miles, or feet, or just a few steps. Everything looked like the same repetitive blur of trees taller than your eyes could follow and roots that jutted from the earth like pikes. Their footsteps remained constant, never growing closer or farther away, always lingering somewhere just behind you, always just barely breathing down your neck. Fuck this. Fuck your car. Fuck this entire goddamn town and their stupid convention. If you made it out of this alive, you’d spend the rest of your life as far from this state as you could get. Coming here had been a stupid idea to begin with, a spontaneous trip planned at the last minute and based on a half-baked desire to see something that probably didn’t even exist. You just thought you might’ve been able to see—

Your foot caught on a half-buried stone, and you were sent crashing into the earth, your shoulder taking the brunt of the fall. You were left on the ground, cursing under your breath and holding your aching arm as you scrambled to get back on your feet, to keep moving before your would-be murderers caught up with you. You weren’t fast enough, though – you couldn’t be, not when they’d always been on your heels, not when you’d already given them an opportunity to put their quarry out of its misery. You’d barely started to push yourself up when they emerged from the tangle of trees, guns cocked and hunting knives drawn. You shrunk into yourself, threw your arms over your face in a last-ditch effort to protect yourself, despite knowing that a bullet would tear through your skin like paper, despite being able to picture your body lying lifeless on the forest floor, bleeding out in the dirt like a wild animal. The last thing you saw was the oldest man, raising his riffle and aiming towards your chest before you shut your eyes.

You heard a shot, sudden and deafening, but the impact never came.

You felt something whip past you. There was a scream, wordless and torn and cut short with a ragged screech and a wet, visceral sound – like flesh being carved open, like teeth tearing into raw meat. It was all you could do to curl into yourself, sinking into your self-made shelter as the forest descended into the sounds of carnage, only falling silent when there was nothing left to cut down. Even then, it took you long, agonizing seconds to open your eyes, to take in the gore splattered across the grass and dirt, the guns that’d been bent and twisted into shapes they weren’t meant to hold. A disembodied leg laid to your side, the torso it’d been ripped from impaled on a branch nearly twenty feet off of the ground. Clumps of torn muscle and split entrails shined reddish-silver in the limited moonlight, but you could only focus on the gore for so long.

Only a few yards away, a man stood in front of you. Only, it wasn’t a man, not really, not when you looked beyond its – his? hers? theirs? – vaguely humanoid form. Its long legs and lanky arms were coated in a thin layer of grey, shaggy fur that grew shorter and finer over its defined chest. You could make out curved talons extending from its massive hands, a pair of ringed antennae curled back along its scalp, a pair of tattered wings folded against its back. Its head might’ve been the strangest part of its anatomy; low and stooped, too round to resemble anything human and too featureless inspire anything but an uncanny sense that you weren’t supposed to be here. From a distance, the only thing you could really make out was its eyes. They were gigantic, nearly spherical – orbs of pure crimson that seemed to glow in the dim light.

Before you could stop yourself, your attention drifted downward, to the space between its legs. It took you an embarrassingly long moment to recognize what you were looking at – the shaft absent of all veins or definition beyond a perfect spiral ridge that coiled from the base to the flushed, lilac-shaded head. The tip was tapered, ending in a sharp slant and budding with something white and thick. The entire thing looked almost painfully erect, inflating it to a size that, even when compared to the rest of its massive body, sparked a raw, preservationist kind of terror inside of you. Fear took root in the pit of your stomach, sprouting up and into the hollow of your chest, making it difficult to breathe, to resist the urge to curl back into yourself and never come out.

Second to only your fear, just as pervasive and twice as instinctual, was your arousal.

It would’ve been impossible to read its nonexistent expression, but as it shifted its weight, turning to face you, you could’ve sworn the creature was looking at you with as much interest as you held for it. Its scarlet eyes were wide and unfaltering, its gaze only growing more intense as it took a step in your direction, then another, approaching you in slow, tense increments. Despite its stiffness, it didn’t seem awkward or nervous, let alone afraid of you. If anything, it seemed like it was trying not to scare you, even if you couldn’t say there was much weight behind the gesture when you were sitting among the viscera of its last three victims. Still, you held your ground, not daring to so much as blink until it was standing in front of you.

From a distance, it’d been inhumanly tall. Now that it was close enough to touch, it seemed downright monstrous.

With jerky, unpracticed movements, it reached down, towards you. You waited for a beat, then another, and when it failed to pull away or bury its talons in your chest, you hesitantly placed your hand in its palm, a knot forming in the back of your throat as its claws folded and everything up to your wrist was completely encompassed. With a sharp tug, it pulled you to your feet and held steady you when your legs, still shaking, proved too weak to hold your weight. You let out a fleeting, nervous laugh, and in response, it chittered – the sound high-pitched and tittering. It was cute, in the way seeing a lion play with a ball of yarn would’ve been cute. You were still eminently aware that the creature in front of you could end your life, but still.

“Hey,” you managed, eventually, unable to think of anything else to say. You didn’t even know if it could understand you, but you weren’t sure what else to do. “Did you… did you save me?”

Another round of chittering, a slight glimmer in its otherwise blank stare. You smiled. “Thank you, I— I’m not from around here, and I didn’t know I’d have to look out for people like that.” You bowed your head, attempting to let your eyes fall to the ground, but rather, your eyes found its cock again, pressed against its abdomen and leaking. The adrenaline that’d coursed through your veins a few minutes ago was already starting to fade, making room for something else, something closer to an anxious sort of zeal. Something that made you want to do something less than advisable.

Slowly, doing what little you could to stop your hands from shaking, you reached out, your fingertips barely brushing against its soft cheek. It nuzzled into your touch, earning a small smile, a trickle of a laugh. “Poor thing,” you mumbled, almost comforted by the fact that it couldn’t respond, couldn’t mock your poor-excuse for a seductively saccharine tone. “Do you need help with that?”

You saw its talon’s twitch, its wings flutter almost imperceptibly against its back. You weren’t aware that you were moving, not until your back was pressed against the rough bark of the nearest oak, until you felt the clawed hand that it’d wrapped around your waist drop to your hip, then your thigh. The tips of its curved talons scraped against your skin as it ran its claws from your waist to your knee, cutting through the delicate fabric of your shorts and panties and discarding the material without a second thought. The open air was cold against your exposed skin, but something quickly replaced it – a gentle, oppressive warmth that seemed to sap the chill from your skin. Your legs were thrown over its shoulders, held in place by its massive hands as it buried its face between your thighs. You barely had time to straighten your back, to brace yourself before—

Oh.

Oh.

It was more tongue-like than you’d expected.

Not to say that it was a tongue – you weren’t really sure what you should call it. Long, split at the tip, just rough enough to earn a breathy gasp, a new wave of heat rushing from your core to your head, obscuring your few remaining rational thoughts with a shimmering haze. Its tongue (tendril? proboscis?) ran over the length of your exposed slit, leaving a trail of thick, viscous saliva dripping down the inside of your thighs before jerking its head upward and finding your clit, the tip of its tongue circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as soon as it recognized the airy sounds now falling steadily from your lips for the unabashed moans they were. It was almost experimental, the way it bent and curled its tongue, clearly working towards a quickly approaching goal but constantly looking for a way to get there that much faster, to make your legs twitch that much harder, to force the coil writhing violently in the pit of your stomach wind up that much tighter.

It was all you could do to arch your back against the oak’s trunk and clench your eyes shut, your hands falling to the softened ridge between its curved antennae. Only half-consciously, your attention dominated by the feeling of its coarse tongue swirling over your clit, you raked your fingers through its cropped fur, doing what you could to show the creature your appreciation, your gratitude. You tried to be gentle, but the curling tips of its tongue slipped into your tight entrance and the world burnt white, your body jerking forward and your nails biting into its scalp. There was a deep, guttural sound from somewhere deep in its chest, and its hands rose to your hips, claws scrapping lightly against your skin as its tongue fucked into you. It was thin, but long and so flexible – twisting and coiling against the sensitive walls of your cunt, never repeating the same blissful pattern of thrusts and thrashes more than once. You found yourself grinding into its mouth, seeking out whatever friction you could with the clumsy movements of your hips. The pressure, the weight, the sensation – it was more than you could handle. You could already feel it, a certain tightness in your chest, a tension in your core that—

Without warning, without satisfaction, it pulled away from you, leaving you empty and quickly coming down from a high that you never quite reached. You let out a long whine, more desperate than disappointed, and as if to apologize, the creature nuzzled against the inside of your thigh, chirping softly. Thankfully, your reprieve was a short one. With its hands still on your hips, your body still held aloft by its inhuman strength, you were dragged away from the oak and into its chest as it stood to its full height. Your chest was slotted against the creature’s, the pointed head of its cock pressed flush to your dripping cunt. Its wings fanned out, its hips rolling against yours, and a sharp, aching moan was drawn from your lips as it thrust into you, finally filling you to the brim.

For a long moment, it was all you could do to bury your face in its chest and try to put together a coherent thought. Only half of its length was inside of you, and yet, you could practically feel it pressing into your core, rubbing against the walls of your cunt, the cork-screw ridge that ran from the tip to the base threatening to split you open. It didn’t, though, and even if it had, you couldn’t be sure you would’ve cared. Before the creature could even begin to move, to fuck into you from below, you were grinding against it, mindlessly and desperately trying to chase that fullness, that peak. It didn’t take long for the creature to answer your fervor. There was a raised notch just above the base of its cock, a notch that caught on your clit as it beat into you with heavy, rough strokes. A talon was dragged down the back of your top, tearing the fabric away and allowing its tongue to lave over your chest. All of its gentleness, all of its restraint was thrown aside as its claws dug into your hips, cutting through skin and tinting your pleasure with an intensity that wouldn’t have been possible without a drop of pain.

A scream, wild and euphoric, was torn from your throat, and you wrapped your legs around its waist, dragging your own nails over its back as you fought to keep some part of yourself grounded. Even that was an effort made in vain. You heard its wings shift, felt the air rush against your skin, and suddenly, you were breaking through the canopy – speared on the creature’s cock mid-air, being fucked against the backdrop of the dark, velveteen sky.  The shock, the adrenaline, the thrill was enough to leave you clenching around the creature’s cock, your vision burning white as you came undone. You might’ve been able to come down, to melt back into its thrusts and its affection, if something hadn’t clicked in its chest, if its wings hadn’t started to move a little faster, if something hadn’t happened and the creature hadn’t started to emit a sort of reverberating droll – the sort throbbing vibration that only seemed to make the friction against your clit, the feeling of it stretching you open more perfect. You couldn’t be sure how long you stayed in that hazy, half-conscious state – limp and moaning in the arms of a monster, always either spilling over your high or riding out the aftershocks. It only came to a climax – a real climax – when the creature stiffened against you, its cock twitching violently inside of your cunt. It pulled you as close as it possibly could and, with one last wave of pulsing reverberation, released something thick inside of you – viscous and warm and translucent. Like sap. Like nectar.

Light-headed and blissed-out, you buried your face in its chest as it began to descend, the sound of your giddy laughter muffled by its fur. This time, when it pulled away from you with an apologetic chirp, you didn’t complain, only pressing one more lingering kiss into the curve of its shoulder and letting it draw back. Your legs were too weak to hold your weight, so you braced yourself against the nearest oak as the creature disappeared into the dark of the forest, returning a few moments later with a bundle of bloody fabric in its arms. A shirt – a little torn but mostly in one piece, taken from one of the hunters’ corpses, clearly meant to replace your own ruined clothes. You smiled as you slipped it over your head. It was a size too big, and it was sure to raise a few questions, but it would do until you could find help. Whatever ‘help’ meant, at that point.

When you were finished, the creature took you up again; wrapping an arm around your waist and catching you under your knees, pulling you against its broad chest. This time, as it soared over the forest, you were able to admire view, the star-lit sky and sprawling woodland before it landed where the forest had started to thin and give way to the outskirts of a small town. Slowly, carefully, it lowered you to the ground, keeping you upright when your unsteady balance wavered. You laughed and, for longer than a moment, you held its unblinking gaze, Eventually, your hands fell into its claws, your smile turning bitter-sweet and sentimental. “Will I ever see you again?”

There was a slight chittering, a gentle squeeze to your hand. You felt its tongue against your cheek and let your eyes fall shut. By the time you could bring yourself to open them again, Mothman – because it was Mothman, you could only deny it for so long – was gone, barely a silhouette in the distance. You heard the crack of thunder, and watched it fly away as the sky broke open and rain spilled out.

The next day, you would learn that a bridge about twenty miles outside of the city the creature left you in had collapsed the night before, killing hundreds.

[ghostyvampire]

King Kong with a clumsy cuddle bug. They love climbing into his arms but tend to slide off or fall from his shoulders so dear King Kong just worries whenever he sees their eyes light up with determination

Human, human no! Get down from there! How dare you? Kong is snatching you up from off his leg in a heartbeat. He knows what you’re like. Clumsy to a fault and brave to the point of stupidity. He hated it when you got playful. Your laughter didn’t soften his stance about you climbing onto him...much.

“Aw, c’mon!” You whine, hugging his thumb, “I just wanted a hug.” he huffed, rather annoyed at you. You should know better, you weren’t a baby. Still that stupid, goofy smile of yours maybe softened him even more. 

He climbs with you to a safe spot, then places you on his chest. You get lost in all his thick fur, but he can feel you moving around, and by the peels of laughter, you seem to the having fun. He watched you until you finally seemed to settle, lest you fall. The last thing he wanted for you was to get hurt. You were his family after all. 

#this is adorable

[ghostyvampire]

I just watched Hellfest and I need more…can I get swf and nsfw headcanons of the Other please?

[He needs more love honestly T-T]

SFW

Loves to do creative things with his s/o. Art, macramé, knitting, he'll basically try it all if you're interested in it. He likes keeping his hands busy

It's literally Halloween all year around with this guy. It's his favorite holiday. He's the type who will keep a countdown to Halloween calendar in you're home and you're like 'babe its April'

Actually a very good male wife type of guy. He likes to come home and make you things or surprise you with some clean up around the house. He's very considerate

That being said he does tease a lot though, and will make fun of you for your quirks or hobbies once in a while. It's all in good faith, though. He doesn't actually 'care' if he hurts your feelings, but will apologize for it if it makes you feel better

Great cuddler, but it's best to rest your head on his chest versus his shoulders. They're kind of pointy

NSFW

He likes to keep his hands busy by fucking you with them also. And he's GOOD AT IT

Spreading you open for him and shoving his fingers deep inside of you and watching you squirm as he cruelly sets a pace turns him on. You make such gorgeous faces

This is such a specific thing but like. When he wins you cute stuffed animals from games at carnivals he goes to kill at. If you hump them to get yourself off while thinking of him, or he catches you doing it, it's a huge turn on for him

Loves public sex. He'll fuck you at one of the carnivals or fairs, behind the stall of a bathroom or in a dark corner of a horror ride as people pass by. The thought of getting caught turns him on.

He's a huge tease about everything he does, though, and prefers you trembling and begging him to make you cum more than anything else in the world. It's like a fun game to him and he's winning

[ghostyvampire]

Hello. I'm in love with your Yautja stuff. It's wonderful... I love it, so much!

Can i, please, have male mate predator with his pregnant Y/n? Like, you both on the space ship, living together, love each other. And finally, you gonna give him heirs! And as the pregnancy progresses, the love of your life becomes more possessive and protective towards you and your child. Probably, it's your pregnant hormones that affect him so much. But, he just wants to make sure, that you and his heir are all right! Moreover, you have become weaker, you have become tired faster, you want more attention and hugs, you've become softer and more sensitive, he just wants to protect his mate! And he doesn't growl at the elder Yautja at all, stop fantasizing, his little pregnant ooman.

It's fine, if you don't like it. Thank you so much.

I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you like this!💛

Rest.

Yautja x reader

Warnings: pregnancy, mention of violence

Masterlist

Not for the first time, I curse the uninhabitable nature of the planet we've landed on, wishing that I could go and explore a little more, or at least get some fresh air. It's insufferably hot in the corridors as I trek through them, sweat beading profusely on my skin, my clothes sticking to me as a result. Idly, I pull at the fabric, huffing to myself as I navigate the winding hallways, glad now that I asked my mate to lower the intensity of the artificial lighting, it previously having been blindingly bright. Now, it's more suitable for human eyes, though we still get comments from the other yautja about how dark the ship is for them.

Even the wall is heated as I lean against it, my head falling back against it as I stop to allow myself some reprieve. I'm out of breath, each step a lot harder to take than it used to be, every one weighed down by the added weight curled in my stomach. I'd always heard that human babies were heavy, but yautja? Well, they're a whole other story.

My stomach growls again, a sigh escaping me as I push up from the wall and carry on, making my way slowly towards the makeshift kitchen. When I first met my mate, he had no need for a kitchen as such (rather, he had a room dedicated to skinning and preparing his quarry but not for food preparation) so I fashioned one out of appliances in my old home, back on Earth, for my own use. Hungry now, it's my first port of call after sleeping, my feet on autopilot as I shuffle in that direction.

As I pass by the entrance chamber, however, I stop.

A pair of guttural voices float out from the door, one I recognise as my mate's, the other unknown to me. I frown slightly, unable to remember if we were supposed to have visitors today. Unsure, I change direction and go to stand in the doorway, peering into the brightly lit room curiously.

Standing near the hatch are five yautja, my mate not included. I swallow at the sight of them all, the majestic creatures standing tall and proud where they are, armour gleaming in the bright light, masks removed to reveal insectile faces. 

One in particular catches my eye and I have to bite back a gasp as I realise exactly who it is: the ridged and spiked skull, golden-bead adorned dreadlocks and variety of bones hanging around his neck are all dead giveaways. He's the Elder.

Unfortunately, I'm not as quiet as I hoped to be, three of the strangers turning their heads to stare across at me, small eyes narrowed slightly, muscles tensing. Their mandibles click, the four lower-rank yautja scowling at me. My mate turns to face me as well, surprise and concern fiddling his features, his own greeting a soft purr, followed by a questioning click. Blushing, I adjust myself, lowering my gaze away from them, knowing what the other clan members think of humans.

"I'm sorry, I heard voices...I'll go now." I murmur, gesturing behind me to go, until I'm stopped by a much deeper, gruffer voice.

"Come here, ooman." The Elder addresses me, stepping past his escort to approach me, head cocking to the side as my partner moves in to stand beside me.

Intimidated, I edge forwards, tugging at my tattered nightshirt, aware now of how much it sticks to my bulging stomach. As I get closer, I get a much better idea of how large the alien is, my eyes widening at the sheer size of him.

I duck my head politely, glancing up at him as he makes a rumble of approval, his mandibles flexing a little.

"You are his mate?" He asks, speaking in his native tongue. I've learned to understand it, though speaking it is much harder for me, so I turn to my mate, hoping he'll be able to help me with translation.

"I am, sir." I reply, shooting a glance behind him as the other yautja titter a little, peering around their Elder to regard me closely. Behind me, I feel a low, almost inaudible growl emanate from my mate, the yautja moving closer to me almost imperceptibly.

"And you are carrying his offspring?" The Elder's deep voice interrupts my thought process.

"Yes sir." I blush, uncomfortable under all the scrutiny.

The Elder clicks his mandibles again, peering down at me with interest. 

"I have never seen this before." He finally says, head tilted, eyes flicking up to meet those of the yautja at my back, "I would like to see the outcome."

My mate nods, his hands coming to rest at my waist.

"When the time comes, we will return to the mothership." He confirms, "My mate is getting tired, I would like to tend to her..?"  

His voice is questioning, the Elder swiftly nodding and looking back to me.

"It has been good to meet you." He rumbles again, turning to leave, his convoy following on, though not until they've nodded politely at my mate, falling into step behind their leader.

The doors slide open, admitting them to the decontamination room, quickly closing them in again as they go to leave. As soon as they're out of earshot, my mate turns to me, his mandibles clicking in confusion.

"Why are you not resting?" He questions, scrutinising my face closely.

"I got hungry." I tell him, idly rubbing a hand over my swollen stomach, shifting my weight from foot to foot.

"Hungry?" He cocks his head, clearly confused.

"Yeah! I'm eating for two now, you know." My words take him a moment to process, but as they do, a concerned expression works its way onto his face. 

"I will get you something." The yautja vows, straightening and looking down at me.

"Oh, it's alright! I can get something-" I start, only to be interrupted as he suddenly reaches down and wraps his arms around me, righting himself with me in tow. Easily, he holds me in his grip, cradling me against his warm chest, my initial hunger ebbing away at the proximity, giving way to a persistent need to be with him instead. Awkwardly, he maneuvers me into a bridal-like position, purring gently, his chest vibrating under my hands.

"I will take you back to bed." He tells me, starting the short walk back to our sleeping quarters, long legs carrying us there much faster than I ever could, even before I was pregnant.

Reaching the room, he goes honour shared bed and places me down amongst the layers of furs and makeshift cushions, left there for my comfort rather than his. Unusual for a yautja, he's very soft  in his actions, lightly drawing a finger down my face lovingly as he looks down at me, mandibles drawn into what I've come to recognise as a smile. Reluctantly, he goes to move away, only to halt as I catch his arm.

"Stay, please." I murmur, peering up at him imploringly.

His tusks click together.

"Stay? Are you sure? Are you not still hungry?" He questions, blinking.

I nod, pulling at his arm.

Making a sound of resignation, the yautja climbs into bed with me, drawing me into his chest. I instantly cuddle up to him as best I can, smiling as he rests a careful hand on my swollen stomach. His deep purr resonates through me, lulling my already tired mind into a sleepy state once more, my eyelids drooping. 

In my exhausted haze, I just about catch him mumbling something in his native tongue, his words making my heart swell.

"Nothing will ever happen to you, or our child. I will make sure of it."

[ghostyvampire]

Howdy,this maybe a strange ask but could you do Hellboy and Abe with a reader who is basically a cryptid. Like they only come out at night,not many people are sure they are actually real,have glowing eyes for some unknown reason and they collect skulls because why not. (Also I love your stuff keep up the good work queen)

That's right, I'm alive. It's been….a year? That relationship I restarted? ended, I dropped out of college also. So rn I'm just here and need to get some creativity out.

Thx u for requesting, sorry for the long wait to everybody.

Abe and Hellboy adore you bc they love freaks of nature. Abe doesn't have an actual sleep schedule since he isn't normally sent out on missions so he sleeps when he is tired which isn't often.

Hellboy always imagines you like a pet of sorts for some reason, not in a weird way but in a way of you're my lil squishy.

Hellboy also has a bad sleep schedule so you and him always end up meeting in the lunchroom at 3 am for snacks.

On missions Hellboy will literally seek out skulls for you, he knows seeing you is lucky so he just puts it at your door and hopes you see it before the cleaners do.

They are avid (Y/N) is real believers, other agents try to play you off as some ghost but they will pull out boards of evidence that you exist.

"Maybe (Y/N) is some kind of animal hybrid bc of their eyes?" "Or maybe a robot." "Could you two please stop saying I'm a dog." Cue screaming.

[ghostyvampire]

Mothra Headcanon

More specifically, Legendary Mothra, you are not a specific species of Titan in this. Bonus with scenarios.

Whenever Mothra realizes she's in love with you, she acts the same way she usually does. Maybe she'll be slightly kinder to you—just a little bit. She won't really show signs of being in love with you; maybe she'll allude to liking you or be slightly jealous if a female Titan flirts with you. The other thing she'll definitely do is start calling you by a nickname if you're fine with it, for example, Lamp. Finding a way to touch you and maybe riding on your back if you're comfortable with it. Nevertheless, confessions can go either way; she'll probably confess if she gathers enough courage, or if you confess whatever happens, she will be happy if you like her back.

Now, when you're dating Mothra, she will be affectionate towards you; expect some hugs, kisses, and cuddling when you get to that point in dating, of course. Most of that will be in private. She doesn't mind holding hands (or your equivalent of it) in public; maybe a kiss on the cheek for good luck if you're doing something like fighting a titan or some mission for the king. Depending on who's in charge, Mothra doesn't really care if you want to be in charge; if not, okay. She doesn't mind.

Now that changes if she's mad, and God forbid if she's angry. And let me tell you, when she's angry, not even Godzilla or Ghidorah can stand against her, and oh boy, is she scary. How does this happen? Well, maybe some Titan was cussing at her or you. Maybe they were really mean to you or her. Or they were being an ass towards either of you. Whatever the case may be, Mothra will put them in their place quickly. She can produce a scary amount of force with her mantis legs. Anyway she can, she'll smack them hard and, with a commanding voice, make them apologize.

Now when she's really mad, well, this is when she becomes scary. Now there are two things that can happen. Using her commanding voice or her scariness to make them apologize for whatever they said or did to you or her and make them back off. If they really deserve it, she'll beat them up. Heck, Mothra, we'll do this to Godzilla or Kong if they're asking for it. She might not be physically superior to whoever summoned her rage, but she's a smart moth, and she'll hit a few weak points, leaving them powerless. Then, after a few minutes, her rage subsides, and she acts as if nothing happened.

Wait, where are we? Yeah, you'll be protected if she's mad. Right, if you're fighting a Titan, expect Mothra to be accompanying you, and she'll keep it up unless you say otherwise. But you won't have a say in her if you're fighting a strong Titan like Ghidorah or someone like that; nope, she's helping whether you like it or not.

In terms of day-to-day life, expect to see Mothra at least once every few days if you're not fully dating yet. If you are fully dating and it's serious, you'll probably see her every day, especially when you two live together. Oh, that reminds me: when living together, expect to wake up with Mothra in your arms or legs, depending on what kind of Titan you are, with your wings (if you have any) wrapped around her lying on your chest. Yep, she loves to cuddle with you, especially when you're sleeping. She's a little touch-starved, so expect her to touch you in some way throughout the day. Whether she'll be riding on your back (if she can) or nuzzling your neck,

How she acts around you is her usual kind and gentle self. Oh, one thing to expect at some point is teasing. If you misspeak or if she does something to get you flustered, expect teasing; she'll stop if you ask her, but she might pick it up again later. She can also be playful towards you, such as by playing hide and seek or tag. She likes to have some fun, and she'll bring you some food from time to time, maybe for a date, to hang out, or to spend time with you.

Mothra will like the following: She'll like it if you call her by a nickname; a favorite of hers is Lamp. Another is cuddling, which I mentioned above; she just likes being held by her lover, listening to what she has to say and not downplaying it, and most importantly, loving her and treating her right. Just like that, you'll have a Titan wanting to be your mate. Hates/dislikes include calling her small or little and teasing her about her height. or using foul language like F@## or B####; she won't get after you for that, so expect her to say something along the lines of ''Language."

In terms of what she wants in a relationship with you, it is simple. Loyalty and respect

When you ask her to be your mate, she'll be over the moon and say yes without hesitation. And expect her to jump into your arms and kiss you. Once it's official, she'll be the happiest moth alive. Getting on the subject of kids, she'll definitely want to have some with you. There are a few ways I can see this going. If you are a different species from her and you can't have children through physical means, she can lay an egg, and the two of you can raise the larva that comes from it. If you can have a kid through physical means, then Mothra will bring it up and ask when you want to try, and after you do the deed, she'll be happy. It's pretty much the same if you're the same type of Titan.

With Mothra's pregnancy, she might ask you to go get certain foods she's craving, like leaves, fruits, maybe some meat, etc. With mood swings, she mostly tries to keep them under control; if not, she'll leave the area or room you're in so she can calm down. Because she's afraid of getting angry at you, if she does yell at you or suddenly get angry at you, she'll quickly snap out of it and apologize. Once she finally lays your egg, she might need a minute to compose herself and rest for a while; after all, childbirth ain't fun. But Mothra will be happy that she has a family with the love of her life.

The only strong issue I can see would be your stance on violence. Mothra tries to use violence as a last resort. And if you're like Godzilla and kill any Titan that crosses you, there may be issues. Mothra would want you to try and talk to them to see if you can talk them down. This will be apparent if she's coming with you to your fights. Other than that, expect some fights here and there—ya know, normal stuff like that.

If you're ever angry, she'll try to calm you down, and for the love of whatever god or gods you believe in, don't direct your anger towards her; she'll put you in your place quickly. If you are sad, she'll hold or cuddle you and tell you she loves you, and she'll try to fix whatever made you sad—someone was mad at you. They'll apologize the same, or the next day, a family member died? Hold you and tell you there is a better place. Not feeling worth it? Don't say that you matter to her; you're her world.

Now let's say you're depressed. How does she find out? Maybe she caught you in the act of hurting yourself; maybe she connected the dots with your scars or excuses; maybe she saw through your excuse. Whatever the case may be, once she finds out, her heart will break for you. First, Mothra will ask you where you kept the objects you used to hurt yourself or how. Next, she'll find and get rid of them. Expect her to ask if that's all of them; if not, she'll ask where the others are and find them. Once done, Mothra will hold you and ask, Why?" "I don't matter." "You matter to me and everyone else." "I'm useless." "The humans don't think so." "I'm a failure." "If you're a failure, why did you make it this far?" "No one loves me." "I love you." "I should kill myself; no one will care." "I care and I'll be hurt; Kong would be hurt; Godzilla will be hurt." "You're just saying this." "I mean every word."

Once Mothra finds out she's never leaving your side until you're better, she's stuck with you. So be ready for her constant cuddling. When you are with her, she'll make sure you know you are loved by her and by your friends and family, if you have any. The only time you'll ever be apart from her is when you or she need to use the bathroom or if she has to leave and deal with something and let me tell you, it has to be bad for her to leave. She wouldn't want you alone and unsupervised, mostly because she's afraid you'll hurt yourself or do something worse. Mothra might not show, but secretly, she's afraid you'll kill yourself if she isn't there. Overall, Mothra would want to help you and show you that you are loved.

World Count: 1582

[ghostyvampire]

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[ghostyvampire]

Hello can I ask for multiple xenomorphs platonic hc?

Well, okay, this may be short as they are meant to be vague when I write them. So take this small concept of a group of three xenomorphs taking to a scientist darling.

Mostly because scientist/xenomorph stories are a trope I enjoy- This is not realistic without a reason, of course, but it doesn't need to be.

Yandere! Platonic! Xenomorphs

Short Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Animal/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking implied, Jealousy, Possessive alien pet(s).

As a scientist for Weyland Yutani you were put in charge of three xenomorphs.

Let's give them names.

Since birth you had labeled them as Subjects Alpha, Beta, Gamma.

Each has the greek symbol burned into their exoskeleton.

You considered them triplets, despite being born from three different hosts.

Once they were branded they were sent to you as their caretaker.

Congrats, now you're the parent of three aliens.

Then you grew used to the chestbursters that roamed close to you in and out of containment.

Honestly, the fact they took to you is surprising for everyone involved in the experiment.

You were scared of taking care of them at first.

Their skin is soft yet still sleek, not quite hardened.

They act like snakes and slither around you.

Sometimes they slither up your leg, your arms, or even lay on your shoulders.

That is until they get older and all three become young xenomorphs.

That's when you have to limit physical contact.

At this stage of their life... tails, claws, and teeth as considered deadly to you.

You find it strange when they chitter softly towards you, ramming into the glass for your comfort.

For example if you put your hand on the glass, they'll press their head towards it with a soft thunk.

Alpha, Beta, and Gamma prove to be loyal to you.

You care for them enough to defend them against your higher ups.

This makes them overprotective over you.

Their behavior is rather limited in captivity.

When others are around you they may act more hostile, but that's about all they can do.

Xenomorphs are rather intelligent.

There's no doubt the three would escape at some point.

When do they not?

It would be a complete surprise to you but your three test subjects are gone.

You need to be on your toes and aware of your surroundings.

This is because their next plan of action would be hunting you down.

In their eyes, you're their parent.

Not quite their Queen, but someone who took care of them.

When you aren't looking, the large xenomorphs will sneak behind you from the vents and grab you with outstretched claws.

Once escape is complete the three would take care of you the best they can.

They are adaptable so they're try to all be like you at times.

Imagine if you pet them when they were younger... so to calm you down they try to pet you too.

They'd also do the classic xenomorph chittering, clumping close to you in an attempt to keep you safe.

If it gets cold outside they may push you down then crawl on top of you.

This is an attempt to warm you, the bug-like aliens curling around you in this strange lump of shelled creatures.

Think of them similar to raptors or wolves.

They are pack animals and are hostile towards other creatures.

They do not hesitate to harm those around you.

As they've grown up around you they like more human activities.

Hugs and cuddling for example-

The xenomorphs adore each other as siblings (most likely sisters), and you as their parent.

They try to take care of you as thanks for taking care of them.

As you are technically their parent you have more free will.

For example, you may be able to go home but you'd have to smuggle them in.

They refuse to part from you.

Which means if you take them home they deem your house as the nest.

Expect resin to coat your walls and you never being alone without the aliens watching you.

It's not like they "sleep", the acid in their blood acts like a battery.

They're always up and alert.

Overall having xenomorphs in any capacity is dangerous.

The government of your planet may find out about it...

You could get hurt by them or their young...

Xenomorphs are also incredibly possessive, so good luck training your little pack of killing machines.

You're going to need it.

[ghostyvampire]

Here’s a Xenomorph idea: nesting behavior and reader being unable to leave once the makeshift “nest” is done.

Yes! Creature time >:) I'd love to hear your thoughts, by the way.

Yandere! Xenomorph Nesting Behavior

Pairing: Pet/Animal-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Animal-like yandere, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Drool, Clingy behavior, Murder, Parasites implied, Protective behavior.

Normal xenomorph behavior usually consists of them making hives.

If a xenomorph is very attached to their human, they will probably exhibit some way of incorporating you in the process.

Natural xenomorphs are all female, when they are ready to settle they will create a hard resin-like substance to begin nesting.

You'll end up coming home to hardened resin all over your house.

That or they make a nest somewhere else then drag you to it.

Depending how many xenomorphs are attached to you, the nest will vary in size.

One xenomorph on their own will make a small nest to incorporate just you and them.

But if you have a group of xenomorphs, like four-five, the nest created will be much bigger and more spacious.

They'd be so clingy to you if they hit a nesting stage.

Due to pheromones and the urge to create more of themselves, your xenomorph(s) will be super fixated on you while they prepare the royal jelly process.

Royal jelly is used to pick out a Queen xenomorph.

If you have a group of xenomorphs who are attached to you, picking a Queen takes a long time.

The Queen would be the leader, the strongest...

The one who'd have you most of the time.

You're certainly not leaving their sight during the nesting process.

Nesting is when they are ready to create a hive, they want you part of that.

One step out of their territory and they're hissing.

Then you're quickly pushed back in to the work in progress hive with a xenomorph or two laying around you.

Once a Queen is picked, they will begin laying eggs.

Facehuggers are kept away from you, due to you being human.

Although, the Queen will wish to hold you while she produces the eggs.

You're quickly covered in slobber by the large beast, her smaller arms cradling your body.

All while the others of the group huddle around, cooing and squealing while they move around eggs.

You become just as important as the Queen in this hive.

The entire hive quickly becomes attached, treating you like their caretaker.

The older xenomorphs are closer to you, they knew you before the nest was built.

The newer ones treat you like a parent due to your association with the Queen.

It will be scary to see xenomorphs, technically your xenomorphs, drag in hosts.

Everything from animals to humans... they become hosts for the facehuggers.

Much to your dismay.

They'll notice your discomfort, however.

Pulling you aside to nuzzle into you/hold you.

Tails are wrapped around you and chittering is all you hear.

You can't leave the hive, but you keep your humanity.

It's a strange sight to see, really.

One human, covered in gunk and tattered clothes, being kept here by a whole colony of aliens.

A scenario you unwillingly helped.

That's a more natural way of how they would nest with you.

Then there's the way I think you meant, where you have one xenomorph pushing together items from your house to make a nest for you.

Treating you as the queen, if you have one xenomorph they may observe how a human would "nest".

Ditching the resin for now, this xenomorph that's been so attached to you binds your blankets and pillows on your bed before sittting you in it.

They may put resin around your room to make it feel like a nest later on.

Then they'll nuzzle into you, chittering and laying by you.

This case is less common, but it would occur if they could not obtain royal jelly or are an artificial male xenomorph.

They still would pitch a fit if you tried to leave the nest.

In either situation, your xenomorph(s) will be extremely protective of the nest because of you.

The nest/hive is a new home for you and them.

Why would you leave home... why would you leave them?

[ghostyvampire]

YAY REQUESTS OPEN!

Xenomorph queen seeing her human play with the other Xenomorph like how you'd play with a baby or something similar haha

Sure I can!

Yandere! Xenomorph Queen with Darling who plays with the Xenomorphs

Short Concept/Reaction

Pairing: Animal/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Implied Alien/Human as usual, Really that's it.

It's an interesting sight to her.

She isn't quite sure what you're doing with the xenomorphs she bears for you.

The Queen watches you coo to them softly, waving your hands around and giggling.

Xenomorphs have some sort of animalistic intelligence, so they mimic you.

The Queen isn't sure what they're mimicking though.

She asks them and they respond with one thing.

'Game'

You're playing a game with them?

Is that what it's called?

The Queen hears you do it with chestbursters, maturing drones, and older warriors.

You sometimes even sit behind them and move their arms around.

The Queen will be very confused at first.

However, xenomorphs adapt very well.

She'll quickly learn this behavior is some sort of human game and ask to be taught.

At that, she thinks it's... adorable. Is that the right word, she wonders?

Although she's a bit too big to play such games with you-

Maybe she can come up with a similar yet different routine with you?

As your 'self-proclaimed' forever companion, she wants to bond with you and the children she creates.

Funny thing is, the hive you associate with is probably the most human acting xenomorph hive ever.

All because their Queen has fallen in favor of a human...

The more human concepts you introduce to the Queen and her children, the more they learn and understand you.

[ghostyvampire]

May I request queen xenomorph with reader who has accepted their fate so is very protective of the hive.

Alien stockholm syndrome moment. Sure! Loosely implied to be the same Queen as the regular concept I made.

Yandere! Xenomorph Queen with Darling who accepts their fate

Short Concept/Reaction

Pairing: Animal/Pet-like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stockholm syndrome, Overprotective behavior, Implied darling went insane, Monster loving, Isolation, Kidnapping.

Oh that makes her so happy.

Dealing with you trying to run off has been such a hassle.

But now? She caught you being so affectionate to your children.

A drone came up to you after you called them over, then you pet them on the head and praised them.

It makes the Queen chitter in delight.

Finally! You can finally help parent this hive!

Your stockholm syndrome starts with you just being affectionate to the Xenomorphs you're surrounded with.

She's even more happy when you start to reciprocate her attempted affection.

She presses her head into your chest, in response you gently rub her skull and crest.

When she holds you with her smaller set of arms, you hug her back.

Every little touch you give the Queen prompts a chitter of genuine happiness.

You can't help but admit you love her and your children... as there's nothing else to love.

What else are you supposed to do?

You don't have your old family anymore....

You aren't allowed to leave these resin coated walls anyways.

All you have is the Queen and the hundreds of drones at her call.

They treat you as family... their chitters start to make sense to you.

Perhaps... they really are your family.

The only family you have now....

If they are family, if she's your family, then you'll protect them as such.

The Queen doesn't like you fighting, although you make communication with humans easier.

"What are you doing in that cave?"

"It is my refuge. What are YOU doing here?"

"There's Xenomorphs in there! We need you to leave!"

"I'd never leave. That would be abandoning my family."

"What-?"

"Girls."

*distant hissing*

You hate other people entering the hive.

At one point you asked some drones to steal some guns so you could protect it better.

The Queen trusts you won't attack her, especially with your newfound loyalty.

She loves that you betrayed your own kind for her.

You're so much happier here than with them.

She'd be even more thrilled if you gave her a name, one that you call her affectionately.

You love her, she loves you.

Whenever you call her that new name you gave her, she responds eagerly.

You've even begun mimicking her chitters.

Oh, you really ARE hers!

She tries so hard not to crush you when hugging you.

Her second mouth typically sticks out to rub on your cheek in an attempt at a kiss.

You being around her tames the beast nearly instantly.

The large Queen is melting when you sit on her head, touching her smooth skull and praising her.

She's so happy you fell for her and protect the family.

She loves you, she loves you, she loves you....

At least, this is what she thinks what you humans call "love" is.

If you're so happy here with her... it must be.

Now she knows you won't leave her...

Not if you're so protective of her and your family now.

[ghostyvampire]

How would a xenomorph queen be as a yandere?

Didn't even make it on the list because I wanted to do this so fast, sorry.

Yandere! Xenomorph Queen Concept

Pairing: Animal/Pet-like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Murder, Possessive behavior, Isolation, Punishment, Drooling, Scenting, Forced relationship (?)

Well, to get a Queen to like you... you had to know the Xenomorph before she matured.

Before she was fed royal jelly to become a Praetorian, soon a Queen, she came across you.

Like a typical Xenomorph drone with their darling, the drone followed you everywhere.

To the point she felt the need to start nesting, forcing affection upon you before fleeing.

You would have known the Xenomorph for months as her life cycle matures fast.

You were still attempting to get used to her and her strange affection before she... stopped coming-

You weren't worried for her in the slightest, relieved actually.

Now you didn't have a beast coming up to you to chitter, coo, and drool at you....

You were at peace.

Meanwhile, your Xenomorph was simply gourging herself on royal jelly to mature.

She'd be a good Queen for you!

It's her duty for you and the hive.

By the time she emerges from her coccoon as a Praetorian, the pre-Queen wants to look for you again.

She misses you.

Maturing is so difficult when she isn't comforted by you and your reluctant care.

Her Queen, who she soon will not answer to, tells her to be patient.

She must be a fully mature Queen before she can successfully take her human.

Listening to her "mother", she sets out to create her very own nest.

She has drones create the nest she'll reside in... resin coating walls of a cave she picked out with you in mind.

Once set, she spends more time maturing with royal jelly... before emerging as an adult Queen, pumping eggs to make drones of her own.

Drones for her and you.

This will be your family.

By the time you overcome your fear of the Xenomorph you met, you're abducted by drones.

Knocked out, you're dragged deep into the depths of the hive.

The Queen hisses in approval when you are set in her arms, drool covering you in the scent of the hive.

Her children will not attack you... as they are yours too.

Her scent is all over you.

Having a Queen so attached to you will be impossible to escape from.

Most of the time she'll keep you in her arms, sitting on her egg sac and cooing.

She is capable of leaving the egg sac, although then she can't lay more eggs until it regrows.

She wants to have more children for the both of you, though....

She'll let you go sometimes, but you're never allowed far.

Facehuggers tend to activate by motion triggers, although due to "being part of the hive", you're fine.

She adores you, often scooping you up with her tail to trill at you.

She seems to always know where you are, she has eyes everywhere.

Drones constantly watch over you, chittering at you with respect as you walk around the nest.

Try to leave, however, and they'll tattle....

They'll screech and drag you back to their mother.

Said Queen is upset at you for trying to leave the family she created for you.

Why are you trying to leave?

She spent months away from you!

To a Xenomorph, that's a long time.

She created everything for you.

The hive, the eggs, the drones...

Your children.

Would you really just abandon them?

No... her human needs discipline.

Her drones would resin you to the wall of her nesting area.

You're stuck there, forced to accept the food they find for you while the Queen continues to lay more eggs.

She thinks with some more learning you'll be a good parent to them.

A Queen removing her egg sac from herself is painful, but if she has to, she'll leave it for you.

This is usually if you're taken from her by force.

A firing squad tries to take you?

She's fighting for this hive.

You try to warn them about the Queen's temper, yet...

They're overwhelmed by the drones and a newly detached Queen, snarling with rage.

They'll pay.

They'll pay for trying to destroy this family.

Once the squad died, trampled by the bug-like beasts, the Queen scoops you up.

Nuzzling you with her foreign mouth, she tries to comfort you.

Why else would you be crying?

That squad clearly scared you!

You're not scared of her... can't be!

She's family.

She's taking care of you like you did with her.

Isn't this what you humans do?

She wants to understand your way of love.

It's impossible, but she's determined.

She'll do whatever she can to make you feel like family...

Even if you're hurt in the process, she can't even understand your pain.

[ghostyvampire]

So uh… hi I have request can u pls do Godzilla x reader headcanons .3. If that’s to weird u do t have to do it have a great day

Oh man, Godzilla is such a grumpy, grumpy kaiju. He had to put up with Ghidorah’s bullshit, not to mention Mothra’s constant nagging to protect humanity… then there’s Rodan, who’s just Rodan.

It would be hard to have Godzilla warm up to any sort of kaiju, and especially any human; he only works with them just because Mothra protects and sees potential in them them and they prove to be semi-beneficial to his reign as king of the monsters, so if a human wants to be partners with him, they’d have a lot to prove, same goes for a kaiju (we’ll be using a kaiju!reader for this scenario). 

If he were to have a S/O, they’d have to be strong and intelligent. Gojira doesn’t have patience considering all the fuckery that happens on Earth, so he wouldn’t like a S/O that fucks around too often (preferably at all). 

Goji would be the type to have ‘tough love’ meaning he may be hard on his S/O, such as pushing them during their “play fights”, or be harsh on them during a scolding, but it just means he cares a lot about them, and would be sure to reward them with cuddles and kaiju smooches if they do a good job.

He’s not fond of PDA, but that doesn’t mean he won’t do it on occasion. A nuzzle here, a lick there, small things, ya know? Mothra finds the action incredibly sweet, and she tries to encourage Godzilla to be more open with his love for his S/O, but his stubborn pride would never let that happen. 

When shit hits the fan (like Monarch stupidly awakening Ghidorah), the first thing Godzilla does is rally his S/O by his side. He isn’t the type to shelter his S/O, or have them take the sidelines in order to protect them, he wants his S/O to stand by his side, and to show any rival kaiju (or the humans) that his mate is there to support him, so they better choose carefully.

Sometimes, Goji takes his S/O down to the Hollowed Earth to spend some time there. Think of it as a vacation from his normal kingly duties; down there, he lazes about most of the time, and his S/O should join them, since they never know when another disaster will strike. Take every chance to rest.

For the most part, I imagine Goji’s S/O would be his rock in the rough waters. With his mate around, it’s a lot easier to handle the stressors he often deals with as king, and that he has someone to share these situations with (usually Mothra helped him with it before his S/O came along, but Mothra was an acquaintance at best, not a partner). With S/O, he isn’t as quick to lose his fucking shit. 

Furthermore, I imagine they would also be the one to stop him from irrationally reacting to some certain situations, for example, what happened with MechaGodzilla. He likely was considering annihilating the entirety of the human race for creating such an abomination and resurrecting Ghidorah, but his S/O would stop him and bring him down from his anger.

[ghostyvampire]

Jealous Jerks

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher

Prompt: After their girlfriend is asked on a date by Randy Meeks, Billy and Stu remind their girl who she belongs to.

Warning: Light smut towards the end, swearing, mentions of murder, extremely possessive Billy, typically ghostface warnings.

Word Count: 4.1K

If looks could kill, Randy Meeks would be laying guts out on the concrete pavement moaning for mercy at Billy and Stu’s feet as they happily slaughter him. The slasher pair would take pride in inflicting a world of pain and cruelty on their classmate, if given the chance. A thousand thoughts a second raced in his mind as Billy considered all the endless possibilities of taking his ‘friend’s’ life. 

Sidney had her back propped against Billy’s knee, deep in conversation with Tatum who sat between Stu’s legs. Neither girl seemed to notice their boyfriends shared distractions and boiling annoyance. Billy had to constantly remind himself not to kick Sidney off in anger as he desperately tried to focus on anything but the light blush kissing Y/n’s cheeks as Randy ranted on about different horror movies and their defaults, something Billy and Stu took pleasure in discussing. There was a possessive sting tainting his bloodstream watching her share that sweet smile she only saved for the duo. It made his stomach churn in abhorrence.

Forcing himself to tear his sharp glare from the two, Billy found a pair of blue eyes already evaluating him, blue eyes he could recognize in a dark room. Stu smirked, a light chuckle escaping from his throat. His amusement towards his boyfriend’s clear anger at the situation their girlfriend was currently tied up in. 

It was an odd arrangement the three had- odd in terms of describing the functioning. On the outside to everyone who had a viewing seat, Billy Loomis and Sidney Prescott had been in a loving relationship for the past year, while Stu and Tatum had started dating recently. Billy and Stu were childhood best friends who maybe hung around each other a bit too much and Y/n had been Billy’s neighbor and best friend since birth. Friends is what anyone would label a trio, bestfriends. In private however, it was an entirely different story. In private the three could be honest about their feelings together. In private there was no reasoning to bottle the affection they shared. 

However for the time being, until their problem was resolved, the three continued to keep their real relationship underwraps and settled for covers instead. Now, Billy was honest that he felt zero love towards Sidney, although he wasn’t honest with his partners about his deep rooted hatred for his ‘girlfriend’.  To Stu and Y/n, Sidney was their classmate, a nice friend, and that was it. They didn’t know of the constant itch Billy had to slice her throat open and watch her bleed out. They didn’t know Billy consistently dreamed of torturing his ‘girlfriend’ for all the pain her mother had caused him. No, Stu and Y/n had no inkling to his true intentions, all they knew was Billy loved them and Sidney was an easy excuse to blanket the reality. 

Speaking of, Billy’s daydream of murdering Randy died off at the loud shrill of Tatum made his head ache. Tatum gossiped over the latest breakups and rumors spreading through the halls of Woodsboro High as Sidney nodded along, leaving Billy and Stu to steal casual glances at Y/n and Randy. Stu lolled his head to the side in a dramatic roll, making a face of disgust. 

“Would you two quit with the eye fucking eachother? It’s getting old, man.” 

“I’m sorry you’re incapable of having an intelligent conversation with a female without the idea of fucking her tainting every thought that crosses your brain- which trust me, I know there aren’t many that pass by, but we’re actually discussing something if you don’t mind.” 

The cocky grin Stu sported was wiped away in an instant. Billy watched his light hearted stare turn cold in a matter of seconds at being put down. Y/n didn’t seem to pay any mind to her lovers as she hardly moved her body to glance at Stu, which only seemed to frustrate the teen even more. In a twisted way Billy found himself pleased at Stu’s reaction. He knew Randy’s comeback had caught him off guard as no more words fell from his always yapping lips. Instead, Stu sent Y/n a knowing glare, almost as if warning her she’d be paying for Randy’s words later, then turned back to Billy. 

In five minutes the group would be forced back in the stuffy halls and classrooms, all they needed to do was make it five more minutes, then three more class periods, and the trio would have an entire weekend alone at Stu’s home. Only five more minutes. Billy was determined to force a lid over his emotions and keep his cool until the bell struck three. Once they were off school grounds and away from prying eyes and cover ‘lovers’ could he make Y/n pay for the unknowing torture she was throwing on her boyfriends. He was aware it was hypocritical, sure.

Day in and day out Y/n was forced to watch Stu cuddling up to Tatum and Sidney hanging off Billy’s arm, and never once did she snap. However, that cool, calm demeanor she possessed was not a trait Billy or Stu had any desire to develop. Besides, the three had rules set in place to keep eachother from going crazy. Kissing was acceptable as it was mandatory in a way to keep their acts up, although sex was off the table. All three had agreed on that unanimously. If they were that desperate to get their rocks off, they’d simply hangout at Stu’s place and consummate their relationship until the sun rises. 

Now the rule of touching was an unspoken rule, one Billy and Stu had yet to have a reason to discuss, until today. Billy was determined to drill it into Y/n’s head over and over later that he would murder the next man to have his hand resting on her thigh the way Randy did right now. 

A soft weight fell on his shoulder as Sidney turned to him, a concerned look gracing her features. 

“Are you alright? You’ve been quieter than normal.” The sweetness in her voice nearly made Billy recoil in repugnance. She was the last person he wanted to comfort his sour mood. It was as if he was a different person around her- a character in a Halloween mask of sorts. Sidney was like the spring play he worked so hard to perform perfection for, but it was just that, an act. Y/n and Stu, now they were the real deal and there was no need to feign any front around them. 

Lips pulled into a tight line Billy forced a smile as he nodded, 

“I’m fine.” 

This seemed to satisfy her enough as Sidney resumed her conversation with Tatum, and Billy’s attention fixed once again on the movie geek and his girl. His girl who refused to make eye contact since the group had sat around the fountain- hell, her back had been facing the four since she arrived, her full attention devoted to Randy. Billy Loomis was livid. Hell, even Stu who was oblivious half the time was beginning to twitch in annoyance, his gaze shifting between the two like clockwork. 

Y/n popped a handful of green grapes in her mouth, smiling as Randy explained his theory on whether Michael Meyers is capable of death or not.

“I never realized you were so knowledgeable in the world of horror movies. You know, if you don't have any plans for tonight, you could come uh, you could come over and we can watch a few together? And hangout and stuff… if you want.” Randy rubbed the back of his neck, his flooding anxiety seeping through each word. Stu’s head whipped to Billy without warning, eyes wide in shock. There was no way in hell Randy actually believed he could score a date with their girlfriend- well, their non-exclusive exclusive girlfriend. 

Billy’s glare hardened like molten lava forming into jagged rocks. The audacity, he thought to himself. Did Randy truly believe he had a chance with her? If his advances weren’t so obtuse, Billy might’ve found a pinch of humor to the situation. Stu scoffed loudly, already set for a line of low blows and insults when Tatum turned her attention to the pair. Resting her hand on Y/n’s shoulder the blonde sent her a bright smile, 

“Aw, that’s so cute! Randy has a crush!” Leaning forward, her voice turned to a whisper, though not quiet enough for the others to miss. “Believe me, you can do a whole lot better than that dweeb, Y/n.”

A slight tug of a smirk pulled at Billy’s lips while Stu howled in laughter. He slapped his knees, as if he was sitting front row at a comedy show. Sidney pushed on his shoulder signaling to quit his overdramatics, but Stu only stuck his tongue out at her before continuing his public shame on their friend. Randy rolled his eyes, a fresh coat of red dusting his cheeks in embarrassment. 

“Don’t listen to them, Randy, they’re just being jerks.” Yn reassured him, her hand instinctively reaching out to grasp his in an attempt to lighten the load of public scrutiny he fell in line of. Right as his hand grabbed hers, Y/n became all too familiar with the dangerous territory she entered. Slowly stealing a glance over her shoulder, the girl held her breath. 

A shiver rattled her bones from the intensely cold stare Billy gave. Brown eyes that could easily pass as a shade away from black, every racing spark of anger flickering through. They were in a silent conversation, no words were exchanged in fear of exposure although the expression of disappointment twisted with fury was telling enough. 

Tearing her shaken gaze away, Y/n smiled up to Randy in reassurance. Sure, the girl felt nothing more than friendliness towards the boy, however that didn’t excuse a need to be rude. Randy scoffed as he leaned over to snarl at Stu and Tatum, 

“Assholes are more fitting.”

“Bet you love those, don’tcha Meeks?” Stu didn’t miss a beat as he howled with laughter at his own jab. Roughly shoving his shoulder, Randy muttered a disgruntled ‘fuck off’, before looking back to Y/n in suspense. She then realized she had failed to give him an actual answer, but the second she parted her lips ready to agree, Billy was two steps ahead.

“Too bad Y/n’s already got plans.” 

All five heads turned in curiosity at his sudden quip. For not having muttered more than a sentence the majority of lunch, everyone was rather shocked to hear him speak up. Stu chuckled, shaking his head with a smile. He could see his best friend unraveling by the seams, which to him meant the trio would be in for an eventful night at his house. Y/n peeked over her shoulder to Billy, her features scrunched in confusion. 

“Thought you had to babysit this weekend.” He stated plainly. Despite the surface level statement, Y/n could recognize the knee deep hot water she was treading in. 

“O-Oh uh, yeah. Billy is right, I’m nannying for my cousins. I’m sorry, Randy.” She offered a sympathetic smile, trying her best to hide the sensation of fear crawling up her spine. Randy nodded his head in understanding and returned the kind gesture. 

“That’s alright- maybe another time?”

The surrounding conversations resumed back to normal, however Y/n couldn’t shake that strange feeling of being watched- or rather scrutinized. She didn’t need to turn her body to know Billy had his eyes locked on her, nor that Stu was still picking fun at Randy behind her back. 

No more than a minute later had the bell rang singlaing to the group it was time to head inside. As Y/n stood to gather her things, Billy brushed shoulders causing her to stumble forward a step. Stu grabbed her by the waist as if helping to steady her, but it was all part of their plan. A hand entered the back pocket of her jeans then disappeared faster than it emerged. A small folded paper has been jammed into the denim, and before she could question either boy, they were both entering the school leaving her standing alone at the fountain. 

Curiosity got the better of her as Y/n shimmed the note from her backside and quickly unwrapped the paper. In chicken scratch was her boyfriend’s writing, and a warning of sorts,

‘glad to see you having such a great time with randy, sorry to ruin your little date. pack a weekend bag and be ready by four. we’ll pick you up after school.’ 

Y/n hadn’t even buckled her seat belt before Billy was speeding away from her home like a bat out of hell. The moment her skin touched the leather of the cushion, the car was launching forward heading for the outskirts of town where Stu resided. She had hardly muttered a ‘hello’ before Billy’s fuse burst and he allowed all those bottled up emotions to fly wild. 

“You really think we’re jerks, huh? You’d rather be spending your night cuddled up with that fucker, wouldn’t you?” Venom poisoned each word he spat. When it came to the temper of Billy Loomis, the best course of action was reassurance over arguing. His jealousy casted a threatening cloud over the atmosphere in the car. Stu sat smirking to himself in the passenger seat, clearly fine with letting Billy take the wheel. 

Casting her e/c eyes to the passing trees outside the windows, Y/n shook her head softly. 

“N-No, that’s not true, Billy. Randy is our friend-” 

The sound of skin smacking against leather caused Y/n to jump in fright as Stu let out a low whistle. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel and for a brief moment, Stu wondered if he was better off switching seats with the boiling teen.

“Our friend who wants to fuck you!”

“Maybe that’s what our little princess wants-” In a flash Billy threw his hand across the middle console and socked Stu like a ton of bricks in the chest. He hunched over, groaning in pain. “Fuck man! It was a joke!”

The sight of Stu’s remote home- a home one bedroom away from being considered a quaint mansion. Dirt and rocks kicked out from under the tires as Billy sped his way up the gravel path and launched the car to a halt in front of the driveway. Tension filled the silence as Stu turned in his seat, his hand reaching out to rest on his girlfriend’s shaky knee. Smiling over he gave her skin a squeeze, 

“You would never do that right, sweetheart?”

Y/n’s head shook ferociously, desperate to prove her innocence. Both men knew she was being honest, but that didn’t settle the rage burning inside Billy as he recalled the way Randy smiled at her as if he actually had a chance at being with her. 

“We were just going to watch some movies… that was all.” Her voice was a soft whisper, a pitch away from silence. Fear swam laps around her stomach as she carefully looked up. Billy stared straight back at her through the rearview mirror, not shying away an inch from her weary gaze. 

Opening the passenger side door, Stu stepped out of the car with a chuckle. He couldn’t help but bask in the memories of the countless times they had invited Y/n over with the concept of ‘watching a movie’, that never failed to result in her bent over the side of his couch and Billy and him traded places fucking her senselessly. Even before Y/n had joined their relationship the offer of a movie was how Billy and Stu had their first time together. In their eyes, watching a movie typically had a hidden agenda. 

“Yeah, cause everytime we watch a movie together we all totally focus on just the movie” Stu teased. 

Y/n reached out to open her door but it seemed Billy had already beaten her to the hook as he yanked the backseat door open. Grabbing her by the upper arm, he forcefully pulled her out of the vehicle. Stu was already swinging his front door open by the time Billy had slammed the back door shut. His arm remained locked around hers while he dragged the girl inside the house. 

“Billy, please stop! You’re hurting me!” If the situation were any different, Y/n might’ve been embarrassed of the squealing sounds running from her mouth. However the pain shooting through her arm was enough to distract her from the shame. 

Entering the house, Stu was nowhere to be seen. His shoes were messily discarded by the front door, but he himself wasn’t in sight. A sound of bowls crashing in the kitchen gave hints to his whereabouts. Y/n longed for Stu to help her- he had always been less temperamental than his counterpart, and was easier to talk down. Billy on the other hand seemed to have already dove head first in the deep end of envy. 

Kicking the front door, he placed his hand on her chest for no more than a second as he shoved her into the wood. Y/n’s head smacked against the oak as she groaned in pain. 

Billy’s hands moved from her chest to her face faster than the speed of sound. The grip he latched around her face was sure to leave a bruise on her chin, but scolding him for his harshness seemed to be the worst option.

“Now you know how we felt earlier watching you flirt your ass off with that stupid fuck earlier.”

Soft tears welled in her e/c eyes as she clawed at Billy to let her go, not that her attempts did anything to help. Whines poured like a river as she begged and pleaded with him to put her down. 

“I’m sorry! I was being nice, I swear! I wasn’t flirting with him, Billy, please!”

Loosening his hold around her face, Billy dropped his hands to his side, sharp glare studying her meticulously. Y/n didn’t need a mirror to know she looked like a frightened puppy in a thunderstorm, which Billy bathed in. He loved the control he possessed over her and the effect his words had. Intertwining their fingers, he wordlessly directed Y/n to the living room where Stu already had the television on and ready for the first film of the night. Guiding her to the couch, Billy motioned for her to sit as he crouched down in front of her. A sinister smirk kissed his lips.

“I want you to show us how sorry you really are, doll. Want you to show us who you belong to. We’re gonna start our scary movie night a little early, got it?”

Rounding the corner Stu excited the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn and three cans of pepsi. He tossed one to Billy, then plopped himself on the couch to Y/n’s left. His arm flung around her shoulder pulling her into his side as he planted a kiss on her temple. 

“I’m just in time, eh?”

Billy remained on the floor, his calloused hands massaging her legs, slowly working his way up until he found home in her upper thighs, lifting the cotton of her skirt for more access. 

“Our girl wants to show us how sorry she is, what do you say?” That cocky smirk remained as his attention moved to Stu, patiently awaiting his response, which didn’t take long at all. Pulling his lips from her face, Stu trailed a line of wet pecks down the skin of her neck, pausing every so often to give a small nip. Y/n couldn’t help the moans escaping her lips at the feeling of Billy’s hands hovering over her underwear and Stu making out with her neck. It was all too much at once- but she was loving every second. 

“Count me in!” He hollered. “I don’t think just once will be enough. Might have to make it up to us all night, princess. It's gonna be a scream, baby!" Stu popped his tongue out, laughing. An idea flashed through Y/n's mind and within a split second, she acted on it.

Leaning forward Y/n captured Stu's tongue in her mouth, taking him by surprise. A small gasp sounded as he tried to regain his composure. She darted her tongue against his own and kissed him with a weight of passion Stu was almost certain he had yet to experience. A wave of love flooded through the steam of the exchange making his insides feel warm to the touch.

Billy simply smiled at his loves, more than pleased with the display in front of him. As he watched the two making out, Billy slid his hand in-between the silk material clutching to his girlfriend's pussy. His fingers were cold against her heated body, causing her to jump from the pressure. Stu took the opportunity to regain control as he delved back in to deepen the kiss. His mouth wrapped around her tongue, absorbing every fiber of her being available.

Billy steadily pulled the black thong from her legs, parting her knees as he did so. A small line of slick coated the tips of his fingers, which he happily brought to his mouth for a taste. Licking his middle and pointer, Billy pushed the two digits inside at an agonizingly slow pace, working his way inside her tight hole. Y/n's back arched in reaction, a surge of pleasure washing over. Her legs kicked out an inch at the sensation as she tried to force herself to divide her attention evenly among the two men, but it was impossible. Her body was on fire and there was no calming the burn.

"Stay still, doll." Billy commanded. She could feel the vibration of his voice agonizingly close to her exposed heat, creating shivers in its wake. Breaking from Stu’s lips, Y/n’s head fell back against the red sofa. Her hand reached down to pull Billy’s away, the flurry of emotions all blending together, but Stu was too fast and caught her wrist in his grasp. Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth he pointed towards the brightly lit television. Johnny Depp was on the screen sporting a cropped jersey and shorts as he lied on his bed chatting on the phone. Nightmare on Elm Street had always been a favorite of hers, yet she had no room left for further distractions, but Stu wasn’t having it. He could see her hazed over eyes practically rolling to the back of her skull hardly paying any piece of mind to the movie. Lifting his reach, Stu sent a light smack to her cheek causing her eyes to snap wide in shock. He chuckled to himself and motioned towards the tv.

"Watch the movie, baby. Your favorite part is coming."

Billy drew a line of faint kisses up her thighs as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her core. A lewd squelching sound took priority over the screams coming from the screen as Johnny Depp's character was sucked through the mattress of his bed. Y/n couldn’t help but squeeze herself around his masterful digits. He curled himself inside of her, eager to soak the gummy texture he longed to be fully buried in. Stu took her pleated distraction as a moment of chance to place her clenched hand on top of the growing bulge confined by the zipper of his jeans. He forced the heel of her hand against the tip of his clothed cock, palming himself against her skin. He could feel her pressing back, causing him to groan at the friction. A sly smile crosses his features as he glanced down to Billy who was nearly head deep in her glistening pussy.

“Told you, princess. No one is focused on the movie, are they?”   

And Stu was right, the three hardly paid any mind to the slasher film playing on repeat in the background, they were far too busy and entangled in each other. As Billy’s hot breath fanned over her pussy, diving in without warning, Y/n was almost thankful for Randy putting her in this position. Maybe she’d have to ignore her boyfriends a little more often.

[ghostyvampire]

Pervy Jason Dean Listens to You Through the Door

Pairing: Jason "J.D." Dean x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, voyeurism, sort of mutual masturbation, dirty talk, cum shot

A/N: He gives me those "You're broken but I wanna fix you vibes" and I wanna try.

J.D. wanted to surprise you with a steamy night in now that your parents were out, probably not gonna be back until early hours of the morning. That's plenty of time to get frisky and hot and heavy. He didn't tell you he was stopping by he wanted to see the look on your face when he opened the door.

"J.D.-" His hand stopped short of the doorknob, his ears surely fooling him. "Right there, yes... mm..." Music and moaning? You could only be doing one thing in there. But alone? You? His pretty, pure angel that couldn't even look at his cock the first time you had sex?

Only one way to find out for sure. Slowly and carefully he opened the door and peaked in. The sight did not disappoint: you naked on your bed, a pillow under your ass, legs in the air and your hands between your legs. Since you already got started without him he might as well join in. But he doesn't want to interrupt this, such a rare sight of you pleasuring yourself.

"Fuck, baby, imagining my cock are you?" He whispered low enough not to be heard over the music. "Use those fingers, work your cunt up for me." His cock was in his hand in seconds. Stroking it up and down he never took his eyes off you, "That's it baby, that's my dirty girl, you're doing so well." He knew you didn't hear him but you turned your head to the door and started sucking on two fingers, quickly switching them out for the ones that were just inside your pussy, "Oh fuck, yes, keep sucking, you're gonna make me come like that."

Both your hands returned to your legs, your hips rising off the pillow supported by your feet on the bed, "Harder, please, please, fuck me harder, use me."

"I'll be using you all night. You wanna be a slut? I'll treat you like one." Was this really happening and not a wet dream? His cute girlfriend coming all over her fingers from the fantasy of being used and fucked until morning. Well he was a good boyfriend, so why not make your wish come true? Right after he watches you come that is.