#daniel robitaille x reader

[wwwbestgoredotcom]

Slashers with a s/o who owns a bakery

Warnings / murder mentions, fluff, short for most of them, suggestive themes (no smut)

Characters included / Thomas Hewitt, Micheal Myers, Billy lenz, Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Candyman, Billy Loomis

Genre / fluff

Writing style / headcanons

Thomas Hewitt :

This man LIVES for your baked goods

You and his mother always cook together and he eats that shit up

When he puts you in his lap and you feed him cupcakes or spoonfuls of cake, he never let's you get up from his lap man

(He doesn't care how heavy you are, you are sitting on his lap)

Loves to cook with you

He'd be so greatful if help pay for their needs or feed them using your money

Scratch that bro he'd be BEYOND greatfull

Bandages you up when you burn or hurt yourself while baking

Micheal Myers :

Stands over you just watching you bake

Pushes the spoon away if you try to feed him

But after a couple tries he just accepts it at that point

Can't cook for the life of him

Won't admit it but he loves when you cook for him

Like for his birthday or a special occasion

Looks at you from outside of your shop window

(And nobody sees him for some reason??)

He got blood in batter of some cookies and he learned to never do that again

Billy Lenz :

Nah cuz this guy has the BIGGEST sweet tooth EVER

Begs you to make him sweets

Just pretend here he gets out of the attic

He sits on your lap and makes you feed him

Sits at your job all day until you leave (with him)

He sits on the counter in the kitchen and watches you bake

Gets hurt more than you when you accidently burn yourself

He compares your "sweetness" to your desserts

Ofc he makes it dirty

He steals sweets from you and your bakery all the time

Jason Voorhees :

He and his mom love your cooking so much

You two feed eachother all the time

Cupcakes are his favorite

In the au, your bakery is near the woods you two live in

He doesn't like you going away but he won't complain

Insists on helping you with the dishes after you're done baking

Hugs you from behind when you bake

He would help but he thinks he'll mess it up if he does

After stressing over the trespassers, the only thing that can calm him done is your baking

Bo Sinclair :

He goes to your job and starts flirting with you as if you two aren't dating

Like Billy, he also makes it dirty

"'Stead of 'em pastries ya make everyday, how 'bout I have you fer dessert 'is time" along with a wink

Unlike the others, he laughs at you when you hurt yourself

Then when you cry he actually starts to care

Buys you the products you need

"Why're ya makin' another cake? Ya a'ready got enough in tha back" also followed by a wink and an ass slap

Like I said, makes it dirty

He overall loves you baking

Candyman :

In this au, he lives with you and not in a mirror

Helps you bake everytime

For your birthdays and other occasions, he bakes instead of you

While you two wait for whatever dessert you're making to bake, he showers you in kisses, hugs, and slow dances with you

Praises you every time

If you wear an apron, he ties it for you and when he's done he gives you a neck kiss

Thinks his bees and hook get in the way when you're cooking but you shut that down pretty quickly

He feeds you and kisses you after each bite

Billy Loomis :

He smugges some ingredients (cream, frosting, etc) on your face

He does it so he can kiss/lick it off of you

Visits you at your job

Mainly visits you when it's near your break time

Last time he helped you bake, he burnt the dessert so uh never again

He just sits there lookin pretty watching you bake

One time for his birthday you made him a horror themed cake and when you cut it, red jam spills out the center like blood

He fell in love with you that same day

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt fluff #michael myers x reader #micheal myers #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #candyman #daniel robitaille x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #fanfics #oneshot #headcanon #female reader #fluff

[slasherscrybaby]

Slashers sending Y/n little cousin to the Gulag

Y/n: *dragging the slashers by the arm* Honestly what was your thinking!?

Slashers: what? He thought he was grown up and I showed him how grown up fight

Y/n: GAWDAMN IT HE WAS 7 AND YOU SENT HIM TO THE FREAKING GALUG

Slashers: I don’t know what the problem is😐he hit me first😒

Y/n: What are you 5?🤨

Slashers: No you shouldn’t be worrying about my age but, instead how to put together a funeral for the boy I painted on the wall

Y/n: I CANT TAKE YOU NO WHERE I SWEAR!!!

#slashers x y/n #michael myers x reader #jason vorhees x reader #bo sinclair x reader #billy loomis x reader #asa emory x reader #brahms x reader #billy lenz x reader #stu matcher x reader #jesse cromeans x you #vincent sinclair x reader #lost boys x reader #slashers x reader #slashers x you #graverobber x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #luigi largo #bubba sawyer x reader #otis b driftwood x reader #charles lee ray x reader

[soupbabe]

Can I get Carrie White, Candyman, Martin, and RZ Michael comforting an s/o about being “too sensitive” thank you as always Theo

-📽️

Slashers Comforting a Sensitive S/o

Featuring: Carrie White, Daniel Robitaille (Candyman), Martin Mathias, and RZ! Michael Myers

WOOHOO !! HAVEN'T HAD AN EMOJI ANON IN SO LONG !! Anyways thank you sm for the request!! <33

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew

Carrie White

- She empathizes a lot with you, she's used to people poking fun at her for being sensitive too

- I think Carrie would have you lean your head on her shoulder and tries her best to comfort you with her words

- She loves you just the way you are, that people are cruel and if you don't mind her asking, who was it that told you you were too much?

- As calm as she's trying to be, there is a bubbling anger inside of her for your situation

- Carrie wouldn't tolerate her partner being insulted like that, it's okay to drop the names of the person that was being mean to you

Daniel Robitaille

- Candyman isn't always a constant figure in your life despite the relationship you built with him. There's always someone out there summoning him, keeping his legend alive

- However he seems to always appear when you need him the most, and this time was no different

- Thinking about a cold hook gently grazing the side of your face, momentarily distracting you from dwelling on an interaction you had earlier today

- Daniel is taken aback when you explain what's upsetting you, what do you mean "too sensitive?"

- He adores how emotional and sensitive you are, it's just something very human.

-You feel everything more intensely than he does, it can make you more open to other's feelings and he swears he can feel his heart beat again when you shine under his praise

Martin Mathias

- In general, I think Martin isn't the best at comfort. He sometimes panics and ends up making the situation worse

- So seeing you downtrodden and sad puts him off, might make him think he did something wrong

- He'll ask you what's bothering you, but he'll go quiet for a bit, unsure of how to comfort you at first

- Martin is very physical, he'd gently hold your hand and let you rest your head on him

- "They don't know what they're talking about. Maybe they should learn from you and be more considerate of others."

Michael Myers

- Is it too mean to say that while Michael can agree that you're too sensitive, but he still gets angry at who upset you?

- Michael doesn't pay a lot of attention to you when you're distressed, but if he gets the hint that someone else made you feel that way, he's instantly protective

- it gives very much "you're a sensitive crybaby, but you're my sensitive crybaby," y'know?

- Like?? Start talking or he will find out who made you upset

- The comfort only really comes in after he's gone out and taken care of the person

- He pulls you into his lap, still covered in blood, and just holds you there. He doesn't care if you talk or you two spend the moment in silence, it's his best attempt at calming you down

#carrie 1976 x reader #carrie 1976 #carrie white #carrie white x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #daniel robitaille #candyman 1992 x reader #candyman 1992 #Martin Mathias #martin x reader #martin 1977 #martin mathias x reader #rob zombie's halloween #rz michael myers x reader #rz!michael myers #halloween x reader #horror x reader #slashers x reader

[whiskehorange]

Cottagecore/Self-Reliant/Self-Sufficient S/O with a green thumb 👍 with Carrie White, Norman Bates, Candyman, Bishop, and Anton Chigurh.

Carrie

She absolutely loves this idea and lifestyle, but can't really for the life of her keep a plant alive. As much as she tries it just doesn't flourish as much as she wants and it makes her a bit sad. Just another thing to the list that she can't seem to do right

Being able to watch you light up so many rooms with so many different plants, some she's never seen or heard of before, amazes her. She loves the look and spends a lot of her days sitting and doing small chores or reading in your plant room

They make her unbelievably bright and happy and she loves to learn about each plant you have when you tend to it and will surprise you by doing her own research

She remembers just about everything you tell her about the plants and tries her best to gift you some smaller ones she finds when she's out

I believe that Carrie would absolutely be a trinket collector and would have the best days and fun going out with you to the nearby lakes and ponds for picnics or walks. Rocks and pebbles, pressed leaves and flowers, all that and more

Norman

It's good to have hobbies and interest, especially when Norman happens to be busy most of the day. Thankfully for him, however, your hobbies are ones that he can keep up with as well.

I'm certain Norman is a bit of a green thumb as well, he has to keep up with the property somehow. He'll be forever grateful if you ever want to pitch in for him to get some work throughout the day out so he has more time to spend with you, even if that time is gardening

It's good for you to be keeping him up to date as well. While your interesting aesthetic isn't something he's used to seeing it certainly does liven up anywhere you go. Norman doesn't change things up too often, so he really needs a wardrobe change

When he isn't bugging you too often though, he does spend his time making delicate and floral based taxidermy for you of various small animals. A lot of the design choices come from flowers and plants he's heard that you're fond of or some he's plucked behind your back

Candyman

Daniel thinks it's a beautiful thing that you're able to be enough for yourself, especially when he can't be there constantly. Not like he could do much for you anyways, but you're still well off.

He's a man of taste and is pretty well versed in your plants and how to help you tend to them, but occasionally loves to hear your input and advice on doing so. It's one of his favorite pass times with you, making him feel at peace for the first time in a very, very long time

It does happen to make his chest rumble a little bit, seeing as his bees desperately want to get out and smell some fresh flowers for once. Within a certain distance from you you'll be able to hear the anxious humming and buzzing of all of them underneath his coat

As if he didn't do this often anyways, he almost always brings you home flowers as often as he can, but mainly the types you can replant/pot if you'd like to keep them and frequently will take you on dates that rely on the weather. Walks and picnics secluded in the forest are his preferred places. If you thrive, he thrives

Of course, he's also always looking forward to your homemade, organic treats and goodies on the way there

Bishop

The amount of relief that Bishop has taken off of his shoulders is immeasurable. You'd be surprised, or not, to learn that not a lot of Earth plants can survive on the ship, even with 24/7 monitoring and care. Most of the plants you see in the corridors and offices of the ships are either fake to easy the homesick epidemic floating around or plants from various other planets

Bishop himself is decently knowledgeable on the various plant and vegetation on the ship and he's more than happy to sit and teach you the ups and downs of space greens. It's most important on this ship to know how to be self reliant, especially when it's such a dangerous area to be stuffed into. A lot of the things in and around this ship can kill you, so his teachings are mandatory

There happens to be a lack of botanists on the ship that Bishop would be more than happy to train right next to him; even more so with it being you. And as much as he appreciates your comfy style and personality, he does have to hand you a typical lab uniform with a pitiful smile

Your work ethic is something that he swoons over the moment you do decide to work next to him. Bishop may seem like he's got a stick stuck up his ass, but no one gives him the time of day to figure out that she shows love and appreciation differently, especially when it comes to talking data and interests with you. You'll notice one of his small gestures is giving you itty bitty foreign plants that the two of you have been studying to see if you can keep it alive

Anton

Well you certainly look... interesting. You're an odd one, but it's a bit refreshing to come back home to after however long he's been away. There is never typically an element of surprise that will be able to catch him off guard, but seeing what new project you're up to every time he sees you if a close contender

He's more than relieved for you to be so self-reliant and be able to keep such thriving gardens and structure, it gives him less to worry about. You'd think he wouldn't have any cares in the world, but you'd be surprised

You constantly send him on his way with treats and small foods that you swear he needs; when was the last time you say him eat with your own eyes? Exactly, and it's hard to have him for long enough to enjoy a nice warm dinner

Anton doesn't speak much on his work life or about home life in general, but doesn't mind your talk. He appreciates your lack of small talk and tendency to jump right into filling him in on what's been going on since he's been gone, what you've been growing, clothes you've made, and small new additions to the home you've made. He'll blankly smile down at you in the garden as you crouch down and show him the growth and greens, inching to the left every so often to look at the other patches down the line

#carrie white x reader #norman bates x reader #psycho #candyman x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #bishop x reader #aliens #anton chigurh x reader #no country for old men #slasher x reader

[soft-witchy]

Ok we can all agree Daniel Robitaille would be a great boy friend but we can not ignore that there are fucking bees in his mouth... that mans going to go down on you and babe it’s all over!!!!

#80s movies #slashers #slasher fandom #i love the 80's #slasher x reader #michael myers x reader #candyman is a dilf #candyman 2021 #candyman day of the dead #candyman x reader #candyman 1992 #daniel robitaille x reader #daniel robitaille

[slasher-male-wife]

What slashers do on their s/o's birthday

So today is my birthday. I'm officially 17 and I wanted to celebrate with a fic for myself and any other April babies. I hope y'all enjoy this.

Includes: Carrie White, Michael Myers, Leslie Vernon, Candyman, Norman Bates and Jesse Cromeans

Warnings: Implied stalking in Leslie's part

Carrie White

She's going to bake you whatever cake you want her to make. She's going to go all out for you on your birthday. Like she's putting effort into making this for you.

A gift from her is going to be a special birthday outfit that she made. She had you pick out the pattern and the fabric beforehand and gives it to you to wear on your birthday.

Also probably makes you a card. That or she writes a very heart felt note in a card she bought in her cursive hand writing.

She's also cooking you your favorite dinner. Whatever it is you want she'll make it for you. She's never had a special birthday that she got to celebrate so she wants to make it special for you.

I also feel like she'd be more open to physical affection on your birthday. She's a more reserved person so her holding you hand or giving you a kiss on the cheek is a big deal to her, but she's doing it because you mean so much to her.

Michael Myers

Might not remember that it's your birthday. He's a kind of busy guy who's already doing a lot by not killing you and being your boyfriend so he doesn't think it's a big deal if he forgets.

He in general doesn't understand why people celebrate birthdays. He thinks it's a little dumb but he's not going to say that, or really anything, to you.

When you remind him, he goes out and steals a gift for you. Something he's heard you mention before. Most likely from someones house. But if he's feeling like it he might steal it from a store.

If you're really close to him he'll put a tag with his name on it. It's going to be horrible hand writing that you could barely read but him writing "from Michael" is something really special.

If you have a cake on your birthday he'll happily eat some with you. Depending on how close you are, he might lift up his mask and eat it in the same room as you but it really depends on how long he's known you.

Leslie Vernon

He's been planning this since he first laid his eyes on you. At first you were going to be a victim but he ended up catching feelings for you and now you're dating. But that hasn't stopped him from learning everything about you.

He's going to be a bit of an asshole and act like he doesn't know that it's your birthday. He's going to act like it's a normal day and ask you to go out and get something so he can set up a surprise for you.

That surprise being something that you've wanted for a very long time. Whatever it is he finds a way to get it for you and sets it up while you're out of the house.

Also buys you a cake. He tried to make one himself but he was so bad at it that he had to throw it away and clean up half the kitchen.

He also does try to scare you a little bit. He just likes scaring people and you're one of them. He's sorry about it afterwards if you didn't like it but he thought it would be funny.

Candy man

He doesn't know his birthday, even if he did when he was alive he'd probably forget it by now. But he always remembers your birthday, for as long as you're with him he'll remember it.

I feel like he didn't know how to write when he was alive but in the afterlife he learned how to, meaning he's going to write you a lengthy love poem. He's going to be detailing everything he loves about you in this poem and more.

He's also getting you flowers, partly because of his bees, partly because he's a classic romantic. He's not getting you just any flowers either. He's stealing you your favorite flowers.

He's also taking you out on a date. A non-traditional one because, well he's an undead man who has supernatural powers. But it's still nice. Probably a walk around at night somewhere romantic.

I feel like he doesn't eat food because he doesn't need to but if you have cake for your birthday he's happy to sit with you and enjoy it together.

Norman Bates

He has your birthday marked on his calendar the moment he realizes that he loves you. He double checks before writing it down on his calendar and having a countdown.

He's going to make you breakfast in bed. Whatever your favorite breakfast foods are he's going to make them for you and serve you in bed, but he's going to stress not to get crumbs on the bed.

Like Leslie he's getting you a special gift that you've been talking a lot about. Anything that you really want he's going to get for you one way or another.

He's probably going to buy you a cake. He might make one and if he does it turns out pretty good because it was his mothers recipe. But he might get too anxious to actually do that so he's going to most likely buy a cake for you.

Like Carrie he's going to be more physically affectionate too. He'll be pretty nervous the first time he holds your hand for an extended period of time but he ends up craving more physical affection.

Jesse Cromeans

He's going to spoil you the entire day, no matter if you want him to or not. This man has money to burn he's not going to let you act like you don't deserve to be treated.

He either buys you gifts you've wanted or just gives you a ton of money to go shopping with him. He'll probably find some subtle way to ask you before your birthday and plan according to that.

He also takes you out to whatever fancy restaurant you want to go to. He's a rich and powerful man so he can get his assistant to get you two a table at whatever restaurant you want to go to.

If you want a cake for your birthday he gets the best bakery nearby to make you one according to your exact desires. He writes down exactly what you want and has his assistant help with getting it done.

You know how people put cash in cards for your birthday? Jesse stuffs way too much cash in your card. As if all of what he's doing today isn't enough, you're getting at least 3,000 dollars in your birthday card.

#carrie white x y/n #carrie white x reader #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #leslie vernon x reader #leslie vernon x y/n #candyman x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #norman bates x reader #norman bates x you #norman bates x y/n #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader

[maybeautisticngl]

Pinhead & Candyman - Preferred Love Languages

Candyman/Daniel Robitaille

Giving: Daniel is very dependent on soft words, and gentle tones. He's careful with his wording, and pays great attention to details. His romantic love-poems should bring his S/O the greatest amount of joy.

Receiving: I'm going to argue his favorite is physical touch. He's pretty handsy when he wants to be. He loves doing cute, small things. Such as wrapping an arm around your waist, carefully stroking your hand with his thumb, etc. Do the same to him and he will melt.

Pinhead/Elliot Spencer/Hell Priest

Giving: Once again, waxing romantic poems are very common with them. She isn't as prone to physical touch, so they feel as if she has to make up for it in a way. (⬅️ Don't tell them that lmao) Physical touch or not, you will always be blown away just by how articulate they are.

Receiving: PLEASE JUST GIVE THIS OVERSIZED AUTISTIC CAT-CREATURE A MOMENT OF YOUR TIME- They are so sweet, and willing to listen to you anytime they're around. They really want to feel in the moment with their S/O. With enough time, they'll likely become pretty touchy as well. (⬅️ Petting your arm whilst reading Shakespeare to you lmao)

#pinhead #pinhead x reader #candyman #candyman x reader #daniel robitaille #daniel robitaille x reader #hellraiser 1987 #hellraiser #candyman 1992

[sanguinellojuice]

Ups, wrong brownies (2)

Context: A friend gave you some of his weed and you decided to use it as an ingredient for brownies just for you and made non-weed brownies to share, but someone accidentally took your personal brownies and ate them.

> Asa emory

He didn't consume anything you prepared, apart from being respectful of your things, it wasn't to his taste.

> Tom Hanniger

You had prepared some brownies to give as a gift, and "special brownies" for some friends who might like them more than the "non-special" ones, what you didn't know was that those "friends" were going to make a "prank" to your friend Tom to give him a brownie with weed.

That night there were reports of, in the words of the alleged victims, a "crazy drunk" dressed as a miner trying to attack people near the mine where previously the incident of the explosion and murder of miners working for the Hanniger Mining Company had occurred.

The next day after the reports, one of your friends called you to tell you that Tom was in the hospital for cannabis intoxication according to the doctors after someone found him near his house passed out and in his underwear.

> Chromeskull / Jesse Cromeans

You had prepared "special brownies" for yourself with some weed that a friend had given you to try, Jesse thought it was a good idea for it to be sold and given away as a little extra payment for some customers, so he brought you more good quality weed, you cry a little internally.

> Pinhead / Elliot Spenzer

"This enriches my palate" Elliot says while eating one of your burnt brownies, at least he enjoys it (or do you believe that)

> Candyman / Daniel Robitaille

You had prepared brownies with some weed that some friends had given you with the idea of experiencing what it felt like to be high, since you had some leftover brownie dough and you didn't want to waste it, you decided to prepare it thinking if the spirits could also at least try some foods.

You call Daniel to eat what you had prepared, he tells you that he doesn't need to eat, but at least he can taste it, he takes a piece of your brownies that you showed him, while he watches some of his bees land on the brownie and walk on its surface while Daniel makes sounds as if he is thinking and murmurs some about that piece [*], the bees leave and Daniel takes a bite of the brownie - mh, It's the second sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life - he says, you thought that you put too much sugar in your brownies and you felt very discouraged thinking that but also surprised that there is something sweeter than that, so you asked him what was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted before, he walks towards you leaving a short space between you almost threatening your intimate space - You - he says as he tilts your head up with his hook, before you protest he gives you a kiss on the lips.

You and Daniel spent some time together eating the brownies you had prepared until you started to get sleepy. You thought the weed was having a good relaxing effect on you until something caught your attention, Daniel was the one who ate your "special brownies" and you ate the "non-special brownies", now you have more "doubts" about the spirits.

[*]Note: bees can smell and taste with their feets and antennae

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[ebonyslasher]

Could you make a Candyman NSFW alphabet post or smut with him?

Spicy Alphabet: Candyman Edition

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Daniel uses his one hand to massage you down, allowing your body to completely relax. You didn't think it was possible, but he was an expert at giving his one hand massages. Once, you're completely melted, he cleans off any residue and lays beside you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Daniel: His legs. They're long, beefy, and smooth. They are quite powerful.

You: Your hips. It turns him on when they swish side to side as you walk and tease him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ejaculates an average amount, but it’s honey?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He did attempt to control the bees to help a previous partner get off…using the idea of old sex toys that were used by Cleopatra. It did NOT go well. The bees were angry at him, they wouldn't even come when he summoned them! At least he didn’t have to see that sex partner ever again. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yes. He’s been “alive” as a ghost for a long time. Throughout the ages, he would occasionally have some fun with some very willing victims.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Neutral. He’s open to laugh and joke flirtatiously, like most older black men do. But, he can be quite serious when he needs to be. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Groomed. There’s no way a man dressed like that would not be

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimate. The way he takes you down and up, inside and out, wet and messy would be classified as a romantic experience. He leaves you utterly spoiled when he makes love to you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It’s quite hard to jack off if one of your arms is missing and then…the bees. So he just relies on sexual encounters with others. If he’s desperate to come, then he will just grind on something and ejaculate at the friction

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nice fragrances or aromas, voyeurism, cumplay, massages

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your smiles, smelling good, flirting with him. Calling him daddy. Dressing up in lingerie under normal clothes.  

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don’t argue, be mean, dismiss his abilities, or let him see that you’ve been with other people

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving. Daniel savors the taste of you with precision. The years of practice show through his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and hard

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s the making love type, so he would rather take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, as long as no one gets hurt.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Moderate. He can last 20 to 30 minutes a session. He can go for 4 or 5 sessions in a day

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, manufactured sex materials don’t really do it for him. Rather, he would be prefer to use it on you to see you writhe and grind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will verbally tease you as he slowly strokes against your sensitive walls.

"You were talking all that shit earlier, now look at you...my beautiful mess."

"You can do it baby, Daddy's got you. Yessss, feel it on through."

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderate. He grunts and has low moans. He’s also a dirty talker

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Since he ejaculates honey, he will lick it up (or have you do so) and spit swap when making out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

9 inches length. 2 inch Width. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. He entertains fake sleeping beside you, just to be close to you. Once you’re asleep, he will disappear. If you’re still awake, then he will take it as a challenge to put you to sleep.

#slasher x reader #candyman 1992 #candyman #black reader #grown folks business #spicy alphabet #daniel robitaille #daniel robitaille x reader

[horror-stuff]

can you do one of candyman meeting us and falling in love

ofc, I'm not good at doing romance much though so this won't be entirely what you requested but I will try my best

Daniel Robitaille x Gn reader

You stood in front of the mirror, silently staring into it. You had found this urban legend online, and you were bored so you decided to do it. You chanted candyman five times and turned the lights off.

Nothing happened.

Which was weird considering the entire bathroom suddenly had this unsettling aura about it. You walked out and went to your computer, continuing to read about urban legends. Then suddenly, you heard buzzing coming from the bathroom. You slowly walked back over to it. Looking through the doorway, you saw that the bathroom was pitch black. You still heard the buzzing, but this time it was louder and it sounded as if there were multiple insects in the bathroom.

You then noticed the silhouette of a figure in your bathroom. By now you were pretty creeped out, especially with the idea that there was an intruder in your house. "Who are you?" You asked the figure, as you began backing away from the bathroom. You heard them start loudly whispering, "I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the classroom. Without these things I am nothing."

You were now several feet away from him, while you were backing away he kept moving closer to you. You could now make out most of the features of him. He was quite tall, and wore a large fur coat. You took note of the hook for a hand that he had.

You saw him look at you with a strange look in his eyes. It appeared as though he wasn't trying to come off as hostile. He was now directly in front of you, you were extremely scared despite him somehow not coming off as scary. You didn't move, since you were backed to the edge of your bed now and trying to back away anymore was useless.

He looked into your eyes, it felt as though he was staring into your soul. One thing didn't seem right though, you should be dead by now. So why hasn't he killed you yet? Is he trying to prolong your death? Questions swarmed your mind even though it was hard to think at that moment. You were in a sort of trance by just looking at him.

He didn't do anything, he simply stared at you. He slowly brought his hook up and caressed your face with it. Then he muttered something and the lights went off. When you turned then back on, he had disappeared.

(A/N: sorry if this was bad, I wrote this in school and had a bit of writers block)

#candyman #horror movie #slashers #Slasher x reader #Candyman x reader #Daniel Robitaille #Daniel Robitaille x reader

[el-writes-i-guess]

The Worm and the Bees

Candyman x Reader

AN: going through @bloodybrahms’ candyman tag and saw the ‘if i was a worm’ post. Got inspired. Take it or leave it

Word Count: 2.8k

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“Daniel?”

He glanced at you, smiling slightly at the gleam in your eye. This was a beautiful look you got whenever you were planning something, and he was curious about the result. Besides, whatever came out of your mouth made angels pale in comparison.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

He paused. “I’m sorry?”

You roll your eyes, smile on your lips as you lean into his shoulder. “If I was a worm. Would you still love me?”

Ah. This was clearly some modern day question. It was probably popular on whatever ‘social media’ you were on lately. Of course, there was some reason you would be asking such an odd question, and he would figure out what it was.

“And why would you be a worm, darling?”

You shrug, voice nonchalant as you reply. “I don’t know, some other urban legend turns me into one? But would you?”

Oh. He understands completely. And he took any doubt of his love, joking or otherwise, very seriously.

He moved his arm to wrap around your shoulder, pulling you further into him. “I would let you rest further inside my heart, a place you already reside. I will surround you with my body, nourish you with my soul, let you thrive in my love. I will never stop loving you, my love. Even if you were a worm.”

You let out a breathy laugh, and there’s somehow more love reflected in your eyes. “Oh? And what about the bees?”

“They are a part of me, darling. They’ll protect you from any harm the world tries to send you, keep you warm from cold nights.”

“Mm.”

He brings a hand through your hair, giving you a soft smile. “Now, why do you ask? Do you plan on turning into a worm, darling?”

You shake your head.

“No?” He lowers his arm, wrapping it around your waist. “You don’t plan some midnight ritual to try to sneak away?”

“Fine, you got me.” You lean further into him, and he can feel you holding back laughter. “I’m gonna look in the mirror, and say ‘Worm-man’ five times.”

“Really?” He replies, a gentle tease in his tone.

“Mm-hm.” You let out a giggle. “Candyman and the Worm. Don’t they sound like soulmates?”

He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“Yes, my love. They do.”

#yes it’s short and sweet take it or leave it #candyman x reader #daniel robitaille #daniel robitaille x reader #candyman #self insert #I guess? #first time tagging x reader fic so sorry if I forgot something #it’s also midnight. should I be posting at midnight? #eh let’s go for it

[doomh3ad]

slashers + pet names (pt3) [including candyman/daniel robitaille, arkin o'brien, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair]

Candyman / Daniel Robitaille

-you're his sugar, his honey, his sweetheart, his darling honeybee. in his rich voice all classic pet names sound gorgeous. you will NEVER hear him call you baby or babe he's a classy man not with those newfangled terms of endearment.

-he doesn't mind and will love any nicknames you use for him though, he thinks they're a beautiful, casual way of showing how much you love someone <3

Arkin O'Brien

-complete 180, while he will call you sweetheart or sweetness, you'll hear baby and babe all the time if you like them. darling and honey are uncommon but not incredibly rare to hear. he probably uses your name more than anything unless you have a favourite pet name in which case that effectively BECOMES your name.

-loves any nicknames or pet names you give him he will cry tears of joy at them i'm serious. arkin won't respond to them for a moment at first until he realises oh, HE'S baby! you're talking to him! then he turns with that sweet smile all excited at the pet name <3

Bo Sinclair

-in his charming southern accent, he could practically call you ANYTHING and have it sound delightful. you're his darlin', his sweet thing, his pretty doll. calls you sweet cheeks or honeybunches when he wants to tease you.

-those are your names now hope you like them because that is all you're getting called in ambrose. lester and vincent probably don't even know your actual name, bo would just introduce you as his sweetheart and that's that.

Vincent Sinclair

-he thinks of you only in the most romantic terms. his masterpiece, his muse, his reason for existence. you're his guiding light, his angel, his saving grace. he could not possibly hold you in a higher regard than he does already.

-he loves if you give him nicknames or pet names! he's blushing behind his mask, your sweet voice calling out for him will always get him smiling <3

Lester Sinclair

-he's definitely got interesting names for you among the usual ones. you're his possum, his adorable little lamb. darlin', honey or dolly are used fairly often too!

-please give this man a nickname. please call him baby. he'll literally brag to his brothers about it and you best not hold back on calling him that in front of them. he gets a little smirk of satisfaction like "that's right, they're calling ME baby :)"

#slasher x reader #horror #slasher #slasher thirst #slashers #slasher fic #imelda's writing #candyman #daniel robitaille #candyman x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #horror movie #horror fan #bo sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #house of wax 2005 #candyman 1992 #arkin o'brien #arkin o'brien x reader #the collector #the collector 2009 #asa emory #the collection 2012 #the collector movie #horror x reader

[wwwbestgoredotcom]

Candyman with a s/o who wants kids/loves kids

Pairings / Candyman (Daniel robitaille)/reader

Warnings / fluff, murder topics, suggestive themes, dad!daniel, reader can get pregnant

Genre / tooth rotting fluff

Writing / headcanons, oneshot

I think he likes kids but he'd be scared to scare them yk

He melts at the sight of you when you're nice to kids

ESPECIALLY babies

I would think he would want kids

Talks to you about having a family at like 1 in the morning

And obviously tries to have a baby or two with you

Man and he LOVED it

If you two were unsuccessful the first couple times, he starts to doubt himself

I mean he's dead how could he give you a baby

But once he does

He's happier than ever

Oml this guy treats you like porcelain during your pregnancy

Overall, he's the best dad ever

You just put your 7 month old daughter to bed, she finally got put to bed, after hours. The clock read 2:50 in the morning. You were tired. Very tired. You walked into you and your husband's shared bedroom, meeting eyes with Daniel, who was reading a book in bed. "Hi, honey," you spoke out as you closed the door. His head perks up. "Hello, darling," Daniel says with a smile.

"She finally went to bed," you say with a sigh. You walk to the bed and throw yourself on the bed. Daniel closes the book, taking a note of the page he left off on, not tearing his eyes off you. He had a small smile on his face as he studied your features. You hug his waist, and pulled him closer to you. He puts his arm around your body in a gentle manner.

"You know..." you start, "I wouldn't mind having another baby." Daniel looks down at you, his smile growing. "Really dear?" You tangle your legs with his. "Pleasee" you drag out your word out. "Are you sure? I mean it hasn't been even a year since [daughters name] had been born," he still had a soft smile on his face, but his eyes did show concern. "I don't want to harm you," he continues. "You'll never hurt me, honey" you bring a hand up to his cheek and show him a small smile.

"Alright sweetheart, do you want to try tonight," he asks. You nod as a response. He snakes his arms around your body and slowly climbs over you, as his lips connect to yours. He was an amazing father to your daughter. And an amazing husband to you. And now he was going to be an amazing father to not only one, but two of your kids.

This shit socks sorry

#daniel robitaille x reader #candyman #candyman x reader #female reader #slasher x reader #slashers #gay #daniel robitaille

[ivanzplaid]

Can I please request Yandere Candyman with Gn bookworm reader, thanks in advance, have a great day/night and don’t forget to drink some water!

whoever requestsed this you read my mind, i was just thinking about yandere candyman and this is perfect, thank you so much🙏🙏 also, ty for 470 followers!!

Summary: After your friends force you to play 'Candyman', the man himself has taken a liking to you, determined to prove that he's all you'll ever need by any means he finds necessary.

requests are open, masterlist is up!!

Yandere Candyman x Gn Reader :)

Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Possessiveness, Murder Mentioning/Blood Mentioning, Not proofread im too tired💔

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Your feet were planted on the bathroom floor as you stared back at the image of you, reflected in the mirror. Letting your arms tense, you readied yourself, gripping the sink and beginning the game.

"Candyman, Candyman, Candyman,"

Pausing, you let the silence come over you, refreshing to your beating heart. The hair on your arm raised from the chilled air that circulated throughout the room, accompanied by the thoughts of the certified myth that was keeping your senses heightened,

Your head hung low as a sigh emitted from you, thinking of nonsense your friends would say to you once you made your way out of the bathroom they locked you in,

"Candyman,"

Bringing your eyes to the mirror once more, you smiled at the thought of your foolishness, Of course he isn't real, why be afraid of someone you can't see?

"Candyman."

Your figure stayed quiet, trained on the mirror, awaiting to see any movement behind you, but the longer you waited, the longer nothing happened. Although the lights were off, you concluded it was what you thought, a myth. With that, you turned on your heels and headed for the door, a hand outstretched to take ahold of the doorknob. As you touches the metal, you went to twist the door, opening it to ecstatic friends, but you physically couldn't turn it, the metal was frosted & stiff. Hazed by what felt like the bathroom collapsing in on you, you went again, positioning yourself against the presumed door, but what met you was a furry coat, and a stature of somebody much larger than you.

With your throat closing up from the adrenaline, you cocked your head up, the thought of being able to see Candyman terrified you, but your curiosity took ahold of you.

What welcomed your eyes was a small smile, and piercing eyes staring amused right at you, observing you like an insect.

"I'm here, blessing your presence, honeybee. Acknowledge me."

You couldn't bring yourself to move, so when you felt the hooked hand bring itself to your chin to place itself under it, a supporting beam for eye contact, you accepted in silently, engraved with a grim feeling. A deep chuckle filled your ears as the man bent down to your level, upon seeing how shaken and terrorized you were he let the silence fall over again, drinking in your physique. Where most would scream or fight, you sat respectfully in his attendance, awaiting on his next move.

Taking the back of your neck with his hook, he pulled you in, just until you were inches away from his face, the sharpened end digging into you, causing a winced expression to form.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know. It's my fault, please don't hurt my friends-"

Before your next words could escape you, his hand came onto your cheek, and a thumb covered your mouth, shushing you. His calloused yet smooth fingers caressed your face, tracing circles as if he were embedding them.

Truthfully, he had clearly come with the intent to torture you, give you a painful death for disturbing the little peace he was given, showing you what 'Candyman' is, but on laying his eyes to you, your body quivering before him, begging for your friends lives & not the one who was in eminent danger piqued his interest, and left him wanting to invest more time into observing you, seeking you out. In his eyes, he needed to have you, as you were his. His to protect & his to guide, he immersed himself in those ideas and the more they lingered in his head, the more your fate was sealed like concrete. He would love you, have you, and do whatever it takes to achieve your care, in the only way he knows how; disposing of everyone else.

A quiet sob that left you brought him back to the current situation, peering the tears that began to swell in your sad little eyes. It was a sight that he wanted all to himself.

"Cherish your time, my love."

With that, his touch left you, and you were alone in a dark bathroom, appearing to be crying to yourself.

As you opened the door, your friends gathered around after seeing the commotion, claiming that when they tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge, like it was being forcefully held shut. Even as your friends comforted you, promising to stay with you, you couldn't help your hazed mind, or the feeling that somebody was watching you, glancing over your every move like bees to a flower.

//

That incident, you concluded, was days ago, and since then your life has been uneventful to your liking. A sunny Saturday pulled in, and school called for your exhaustion, so you decides today could be your chance to wind down at your library, a large building with windows leading to natural sunlight was what you needed to stop the memories, which now seemed more like a hallucination, but you tried to not put it in your mind.

The humid air sifted in the library, a comfortable and desired silence accompanying it. It was mid-day, and you had nothing better to do, so a stack of books sat on the table in front of you, anticipating to be read after you finished your current one.

You were relaxed, your back lay eased on a chair, a bookshelf that was placed a few feet away from you held a mirror, leading you to occasionally glance up at it, capturing yourself with your pride and joy. Of course, since that day, you were weary of any reflections, and even seeing somebody walk behind you startled you, irrationally, you thought. As a finger slipped to the next page, the familiar feeling of being observed fell over you once more. Taking your eyes away from your book, you turned left and right, seeing nobody but other patrons filling their time in. You felt on edge, but smiled at the slight relief, determining it was you being unreasonable.

Bring your attention back to your own space, you caught sight of the mirror, this time flinching and releasing your book from your grasp. The man you'd met previously stood over you, a taunting look plastered on his face, hand and hook stilled on the back of the chair, securing you. Whipping your head around, you were greeted with nothing, an empty library like before, but as you turned back, he waited for you, admiring you. Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he motioned for you to be silent. In the mirror, you saw him walk beside you, maintaining his eye contact with you in the mirror, making sure you were attentive to his next actions. A finger was pointed at your stack of books, so while trying to keep composure, you followed and nodded, your heart causing your ears to ring & a headache forming. When he caught you looking at the books, he performed, sending one flying off the table, while the others scattered around, like he'd hit them with a bat.

A gasp hitched in your throat, and at that moment you thought your heart would too, you could tell he wasn't mocking you, but providing you with evidence he wasn't a hallucination. He wants you to know he's real, that he is with you, materialized.

Your body jolted to pick up the books, setting the closest ones on the table, then going for the one in particular that flew away from your stack. Embarrassment could be seen all over your face, due to the ruckus you unintentionally instigated, but other people would be paralyzed with anxiety as well if they had a legitimized myth after them.

After retrieving the last book, you took your seat once more, planning to leave after this encounter, but before you could handle the books together, your eyes landed on the small bug that sat on the wooden table, calmly waiting to catch your eyes. A small bee rested, not moving when you shook the table by getting up, and remaining unmoving when you stopped and stared. The little thing lingered, not departing from its position even when you were long gone.

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"I don't know what to do, alright? All I know is I blackout, and then my friends are dead. I try to escape, but he's already where I mean to go."

Your voice was desperate, but as you sat in your living room with a blood stained shirt pulled on, you were exhausted. The weeks had been dragging by, and each week it seemed that every friend once had, or was in the making, dropped dead. You wanted to scream at him, beckon him for doing this, but wach time you found your friend dead, you had no recollection of the night before, just bloody clothes that stuck to your skin in the morning. You now felt like you were living day after day, the essence of him was always with you, whether it be the physical form of him with you, or the spiritual presence of him, he had you caged in his hands, restricting your contact till you dwindled to him.

The debilitating adrenaline seemed to never wear off, you couldn't process the deaths because of it, and you couldn't sleep, your life turned to a process of just barely living. But, of course, he thrived to live through you, possessing you to kill through you, guiding you to become acquainted him. The more you rejected the idea of him, the more annoyed he became. He didn't want to torture your being, seeing you relentlessly tired day after day saddened him, he wished to hold you, stroke your hair, love and care for you as you would to him, but for that to be permitted, he needed you to accept him & only him.

It was enervating resisting him, you felt ashamed to say this, but his company was building on you. So when it brought you to this, pacing your house with one of your last breathing friends in your living room, the fatigue began to run up with you. You'd been talking for hours, trying to engrain the concept of him & what he wanted from you into their heads, but they didn't seem to understand, consistently asking how, or why, or denying you. When the questions became repetitive, and the tones became combined with a mix of confusion and concern, you broke. Breathing out an uneven sigh, you told them to leave, through the bickering and bargaining you needed to relax, to clear your mind & to find serenity within yourself.

Locking the wooden door, trying to drown out the voices of your friends whom only wanted to understand, you turned to walk back to your bed, the feeling of drowsiness enough to knock you out if you weren't faced with the familiar figure.

"Spilling blood is necessary dear, I see you've taken that to heart."

A light chuckle came out of his mouth as you examined him, cleancut & classy, through your fogged mind you saw that as desirable.

It'd been weeks, maybe months, since your first encounter, but he seemed to be all you knew now. Wherever you looked he was found, and whatever you thought was filled with him, you could be fueling his existence with how much you think of him, and he loves that.

"I could make this world you inhabit easier. For you, for me. Join me, be the thing they fear & shout at alongside me."

In your overwhelmed & sleepy state, you didn't realize it then, but his plan had been successful. He navigated isolating you, reassuring you wouldn't feel fulfilled or go desiring anybody else besides him, and when he'd made you vulnerable, he would fully have you, caging you for himself, just as how it was meant to be.

Walking became heavier, and by the time you made it to the man you were halfway asleep, leaning into his firm arms. The secure and protective demeanor he set out for you finally gave him what he wanted, a warm embrace, and you.

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i didnt realize that candyman had so many powers i was in shock reading them to see what i could incorporate LMAOO but i finally finished, i hope you liked it, i loved writing this🫶🫶

requests are open, masterlist is up!

#candyman 1992 #candyman #candyman x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #daniel robitaille #slasher x reader #slasher x you #x slasher #reader x slasher #gn reader #slasher fandom #horror movie #yandere

[maybeautisticngl]

Me, ranting to myself in the dark, at 3AM: And then this ungrateful bitch had this audacity to reject this absolute GEM of an individual whoisamurdererandmayormaynotberedeemable- I WOULD TAKE THEIR HAND- BUT NOOOOO I'M NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER OF ANYTHING-

#meme #slasher memes #pinhead #pinhead x reader #daniel robitaille #daniel robitaille x reader #candyman #slasher lover

[comorbidfascination]

Say My Name

slashers masterlist here

You finally meet the man of your dreams.

Originally, you were supposed to take tours through Cabrini-Green, but after a few fiery arguments with your supervisor, it was decided that the neighborhood would be observed from a distance. You would have avoided disturbing the place anyway, despite it being a hot-spot for one of your favorite urban legends. The Candyman was the highlight of your Haunted History tours through Chicago but the residents didn't need tourists ogling their homes any more than usual.

You figured the fixation you shared with so many Chicagoans was why your dreams often centered around the Candyman. He appeared to you almost every night, sweeping through the halls of your mind in his overcoat, wrapping you up in his warmth. He would croon poetry and songs from his youth, stroking your hair as he soothed the worries of the day. "I love you" was commonly on your tongue when you woke. This night was no different. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were carried away.

The ballroom was grand in proportion and finery. You didn't need to look down to know that you were dressed for the occasion, as were the hazy spectres dancing all around. Their faces blurred when you glanced at them directly, so you watched for the one in focus. He was always crystal clear in your mind. The slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, it all lingered like a sweet aftertaste. He hated to make you wait, and the crowd parted for him as he stepped onto the ballroom floor in a tailored suit.

"Daniel!" You beamed and ran into his open arms.

"How I have missed you, my love." He kissed your brow and leaned back to get a better look at you, "May I have this dance?"

The music swelled from a low hum to a lively waltz. He led you through the steps, though your feet knew the rhythm regardless of real world experience. His cheek rested on yours and you breathed him in as your bodies moved in sync. There was nothing better than this, you were sure of it. Being so close to Daniel always lit up every nerve and made your heart race like you were seeing him for the first time all over again.

That first meeting was just after the tense argument with your supervisor about your touring route. You had gone home exhausted and crawled into bed thinking of the Candyman. He appeared to you with a smile and many questions that you did your best to answer. When you woke the next morning, you figured your subconscious had been working through the stress, but he never stopped coming to see you. The meetings became more and more fantastical as Daniel endeavored to please you, but your awe was for him, not the scenery he conjured up. The world of dreams could be barren so long as he kept you company.

As the song met its crescendo, he dipped you low and softly kissed your lips. You sighed happily into his mouth and let him bring you back to your feet. "I miss you every day, you know. I wish these nights could last forever."

Daniel smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, "Darling, all you have to do is call out for me. I will always find you."

You caressed his face and brought him in for another kiss. He had you melting into him within seconds, whispering his name like a prayer. You longed for him even when he was right beside you.

A shrill beep crashed through the scene. You startled and clutched at Daniel's coat. Another beep and you groaned, "That's my cue. Until tonight, sweetheart."

"Until tonight. Do not forget my promise, though dearest. All you have to do is call my name."

You closed your eyes and opened them to see your bedroom.

After a long day of work, you were more than ready to see Daniel again. As you went through your nightly routine, you took a moment to stare at your reflection. You knew the legend of the Candyman, of course. Say his name five times in a mirror and he would show up with a bloody hook instead of the warm hand you were familiar with. Taking a deep breath, you chanted his name and waited for your beloved to appear.

When minutes passed and nothing happened, you sighed and continued getting ready for bed. You felt tears sting your eyes and scoffed at yourself for taking the word of a dream. Wiping them away, you opened the bathroom door to step into your bedroom, but it was not as you left it. A bouquet of roses sat on your pillow, petals trailing over to the window. You rushed over and threw it open. There was no one in the street below, and you frowned. A warm chuckle made you gasp and you turned to see him standing in the doorway you'd just come through.

You ran to him, ignoring the hook and the soft buzzing under his fur coat. He was here, and solid, and real. "Daniel!"

He murmured your name back and kissed the top of your head. "Let me have a good look at you, my love." He stepped an arm's length away, keeping his hand steady on your shoulder. "Gorgeous, as always."

You giggled and pulled him close again. "I love you."

Daniel tilted your chin up to meet your eyes, "And I love you, darling. More than you could ever know."

You cupped his face, taking the time to trail your fingertips over the contours. He was worth savoring. But he grew impatient before you could finish, leaning in for a lingering kiss that sent sparks through your body. You gasped and held him tighter, needing him as close as possible. Taking the hint, he gathered you into his lap and let the kiss become even more fervent. His hook rested on your leg, and you grasped it gently - you wanted all of him, not just the parts he found becoming. He could only hide the more dangerous parts of himself in dreams.

"My love, my angel, please let me touch you. Allow me to show you the meaning of worship."

With a shiver you couldn't suppress, you nodded and quickly stripped off your pajamas. Even if all he did was touch, it would be better than any fantasy you could come up with. He waited just long enough for you to move forward into his reach; Daniel had more patience than most, but you were so tantalizingly close that his control slipped. He laid you down on the bed and traced the outline of your body with the cool metal of his hook. It was clean - being presentable for you was the bare minimum. You shivered again and gazed up at him with only adoration. He pulled away to trail more kisses and love bites down your body. You were so soft and pliant for him, deserving more than any attention he could give.

When his lips found your center, you cried out for him in a strangled moan. He let you buck your hips into his face as he dragged his tongue over your supple skin. Your hands grasped at his head, then found a better grip on his coat. Daniel hummed in appreciation and slowly spread his fingers over your thigh to keep you splayed open for him. Dreams could only provide so much detail - he was overcome by how sweet you tasted, how clearly he could hear you moan his name. Not his title, the one plastered over his legacy and chanted in mirrors, but his true name. You saw the best version of Daniel for all this time and still wanted him after reality showed the truth. He was not your Prince Charming in this world, but you ran to him like nothing had changed.

When the excruciating bliss of release overtook your body, you shuddered under his hand. You cried out even as words failed you and clung to his coat with pale knuckles. As your breathing slowed and your eyes could see again, you smiled at your lover where he rested his head on your stomach. "Come here, Daniel."

You could beckon him from across the country and he would be there in the blink of an eye. He laid beside you, lips mere centimeters from yours, and let you make the next move. With a gentle kiss, you trailed your fingers down his body to unbutton his pants. You stroked his cock as you pulled it free, keeping his coat undisturbed as you knew it made him feel safe; he had never appeared to you without it. You shifted down and glanced at Daniel for permission. A whispered yes was followed by a sigh when your warm mouth descended on him. Just the thought of such an act was overwhelming, but feeling you this way was worth waiting to pleasure you more.

Just before he could spill into your throat, he groaned, "Please, my love. Not yet."

You should have known he would insist on cumming inside you. More than ready for him, you swallowed the precum on your tongue and moved back up to face him. Neither of you could resist a kiss as you hooked a leg over his. "Just hold me like this, sweetheart. Let's go slow."

Daniel held the back of your neck to resume kissing you as your soft hand guided his cock to your entrance. You shared a moan as he pushed inside, taking a moment to savor the feeling before he continued. He was not small by any means, and you had to pause a few more times, but then you were full and it was perfect. Your breath mingled with his in the space between kisses. He murmured poetry to you, the shape of each word brushing your lips. He had always been so eloquent, your Daniel. But there was nothing to say when he found his end - your velvet heat clung to him as he came. It was your turn to offer sweet nothings as you let him ride it out.

"Angel, I need you to let go for me. I need to feel you cum." His voice was hoarse and you would've done anything he asked. You hiked your leg higher on his side and rolled your hips until that white hot pleasure returned in full force. The sounds you made were a symphony to Daniel and he held you close to hear every note. There was nothing he could conjure that would be able to outshine this moment. He couldn't believe he'd ever worried about whether you would accept his corporeal form. This intimacy was proof that you loved Daniel just as you always assured him you did.

He insisted on cleaning everything up and taking care of you, and when it was all done, you reached out for him, "Come back to bed, sweetheart." There would be no more mirrors or legends separating you now. He would never leave you, not after you showed him how easy it was to love him.

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