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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Headcanons: Taking care of each other when you're sick (Goodnight Robicheaux)

Pairing: Goodnight Robicheaux x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @starlit-epiphany A/n: You only requested taking care of Goodnight when he is sick, but I thought I'd add the other way around as well, since it would be way too short otherwise

Taking Care of Him:

Goodnight likes to relax, but he HATES being sick.

So when he has to stay in bed, he get's restless, especially if he is alone.

Constantly wanting you to stay in the room with him so he can talk to you or play cards.

If he can't talk then you read to him, just to keep his mind busy.

If he is very sick, fever and all, you don't need him to ask you to stay with him.

You will have a cool wet rag that you often wipe his brow with.

You bring him medicine and food.

No matter how bad he feels, it does not stop him from flirting with you, or complimenting and thanking you for taking care of him.

He wakes up to see you leaning over him, dabbing his brow.

"Have I died and gone to heaven?"

"Shut up and eat your soup."

You taking care of him makes him incredibly grateful, and resembles the closest thing to a domestic life he can get. Which he loves the idea of, especially with you.

You bring fresh flowers into the room every few days and he can't help but smile at you, eyes full of love and admiration.

Sometimes, only sometimes, he may act sick for a few days longer just because he loves seeing you care so much for him (and he wants an excuse to stay at home with you)

Taking Care of You:

Goodnight relishes in the idea of you being dependent on him.

Not in a toxic way of course, but in a "I get to tease, and take care of the love of my life" kind of way.

He is very good at cooking food around a campfire in the middle of no where, but a bit clueless in an actual kitchen.

So the soup you get is either tasteless, or way too salty.

But you appreciate the gesture, and eat it all, knowing that it was made with all the love in the world.

Goodnight also lies that he gets to pay you back for the times when you took care of him, either when he was injured or sick.

He will gently wash your head and neck if you are sweating from a fever.

If you have loner hair, he will brush and braid it for you, keeping out of your face.

He will sit by your bedside the whole time, reading to you, talking you stories or singing you songs.

Goodnight will also bring you flowers and pastries from the local shop to cheer you up.

When you get better, he still act's a bit protective, and doesn't let you overdo it, in case you might fall sick again.

Sorry it's so short, but I hope you like it :)

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @onuen, @rexit-mo, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Mag7 Taglist: @spuffyfan394

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im-his-druidess · 2 years

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(The Grabber HC is posted here)

Okay listen…pussydrunk is a Kink of mine 🥴🥴

Arthur Harrow would definitely be more gentle since it’s your first time, but he would be no less intense. He would worship you. Alternating between suckling at your slick swollen clit and murmuring words of praise against your pussy. Would firmly keep your legs spread for him until you’re so limp from the numerous orgasms he pulls from you that your legs stay splayed open. He would softly shush you when you cry out for a break, massaging your thighs gently, but then goes back to lapping at you like a man starved. After that Arthur would prefer you not to wear panties so he can have complete easy access to you and will simply coax you to the nearest flat surface so he can bury his tongue inside you. He would place your pleasure above his own, claiming that he gets enough pleasure tending to you, and you spend most mornings utterly boneless as he pampers you with soft kisses and cuddles until your brain decides to start working again.

#Arthur Harrow #Arthur Harrow headcanons #Arthur Harrow smut #Arthur Harrow x Reader #Moon Knight #Moon Knight headcanons #marvel cinematic universe #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Ethan Hawke smut #Ethan Hawke headcanons #the cryptid answers

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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Okay but please, consider...

Werewolf Ethan

Yeah, we already have vampire Ethan

Now I think we need werewolf Ethan

Either coming in a full wolf shape or the more classic werewolf type

#i know you want to #ethan hawke #ethan hawke x reader #ethan hawke headcanons #daybreakers #before saga #the black phone #werewolf

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stevenmeeksfreeamericaradio · 15 days

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Neil deffo stamps his feet when he gets excited about something and Todd just lets him rant about whatever he is interested in because he loves seeing Neil happy.

(In the scene where Neil write a letter from his Father if you listen to it Neil stamps his feet)

#dead poets society #dps boys #dps fandom #dps #robert sean leonard #gale hansen #ethan hawke #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #books #movies #dead poets headcanons #Neil Perry #todd anderson #neil and todd #anderperry

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whilesleepy · 1 month

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okay but you see the touch starved todd headcannons with clingy neil, im proposing we subvert that and go with touch starved neil and clingy todd.

but todd’s only clingy when he’s comfortable, so like i’m the comfort of him and neil’s own room, whereas neil never got much affection from his father, so he craved it but was afraid of it at the same time

he would only let todd, and charlie because no one can resist charlie.

but like yeah, once neil got used to todd’s touch and again, mainly in the comfort of their room, he would let him lean into his side, and rest his head on his lap etc.

especially when they’re reading lines for neil

#dead poets society #dps #anderperry #dead poets fandom #neil perry #todd anderson #robert sean leonard #ethan hawke #dead poets headcanons #i just love them #like they are what i want

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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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YOUR SO ANNOYING

PAIRING: vance hopper x fem reader

SUMMARY: you get into a fight with your best friend vance hopper, in the heat of the moment he says he hopes you get kidnapped by the grabber. except you do end up getting kidnapped by the grabber.

PART 1 / PART 2

WARNING: asshole vance. he’s rlly mean. kidnapping. the grabber. cuss words obv. slight talk of abuse! vance is an asshole in this!

“ of course i’m gonna do it dumbshit i said i would.” vance mumbles concentrating on the game infront of him, his fingers tapping the pinball machines buttons repeatedly. your standing next to vance to his right. watching the ball in the game go up and down. you turn your head to the side for a second, your lips curve into a smile.

walking to the candy aisle with your hands shoved in the pocket of your jeans. your eyes sparkle looking at the many many bags of candy, you reach for a cherry lolipop. you turn around and start to walk looking down at the lolipop. rotating the lolipop around you read the wrapper ‘ tattoo inside’. “ vance! vance look!” you cheer running to him with your eyes still on the lolipop, all though your looking down you fail to see your shoe laces scattered on the floor running with you.

“ vance-“ you trip over your shoelace hitting the pinball machine, you drop the lolipop falling on your butt. “ vance look what i-“ you look up smiling.

vance is staring daggers at you. he clenches his teeth. balling his hands into a fist. he kicks the game, “ you idiot!” he shouts.

his face is reddening, a vein twitches in his neck, his eyebrows furrow. your eyes bounce between the game and vance. your heart is racing. your eyes are wide. “ i-i didn’t mean too vance-“ he cuts you off, kicking the gum ball machine next to you. you flinch turning your head the other way. “ i didn’t mean too vance i just wanted to show you-“ he crouches down grabbing you by the shirt. he slams you against the fridge full of drinks.

he digs his hand into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out all your change. “ shut up loser.” he lets you go walking back to the game. you stand back on your feet, taking a deep breath in. you follow vance.

vance has always been like this. mean. super duper mean. he’s really easy to piss off. no one really dares to piss him off though, and for anyone who tried to piss him off would end up with a broken noise or a broken wrist. that’s one of the main reasons why vance didn’t have many friends. he only had you and caleb. you before caleb. you and vance grew up together, your houses on opposite blocks. you would often pick him flowers which he would end up stepping on. but that’s when you were 7. you stopped picking him flowers ever since.

if anyone tried to mess with you, vance would pull them into the school bathroom and dunk their head in the school toilets. pulling them by the hair and making them swear to never mess with you again. sometimes he’d scratch them with his pocket knife, threatening to cut off their own tongue. but he never did, your thankful that he’s never done that. otherwise he’d be in jail, then who would be there to hang with you? caleb? eh

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“ vance can you walk me home?” you ask walking behind vance. caleb starts laughing. “ what are you 5 y/n?” he says grabbing his bike. you pout rolling your eyes, what a douchebag. doesn’t matter. “ yeah y/n your not a little kid.” vance teases shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “ but it’s really dark vance-“ caleb cuts you off.

“ boo!” he shouts, you flinch. you roll your eyes pushing him. “ your not funny asshole!” caleb chuckles, “ whatever i’ll see you idiots tomorrow.” he gets on his bike. “ say hi to your mom for me asshole.” vance whistles watching caleb paddle away, caleb turns around flipping him off. you gently pull vance’s jean jacket, he lets out an exaggerated sigh. clearly ‘annoyed’

“ can you walk me home?” you ask again biting your lower lip. vance crosses his hands, narrowing his eyes. “ you have two working legs dipshit walk home yourself.” he says sharpening his tone towards the end of his sentence. “ yeah but vance- with the whole grabber thing it’s scary i don’t wanna walk home alone.” you pout shifting your weight from one foot to the other. vance throws his head back groaning, “ your so annoying.” he mumbles. “ please vanc-“ he cuts you off.

“ go walk home yourself you useless piece of shit. im not responsible for your safety.” he turns around starting to walk, your eyes widen. you stumble after him. “ vance pleas-“ he turns around.

“ you know what if the grabber actually ends up getting you, thank him for me because your the most annoying person on earth. your always following me around like some fucking dumbass. i’m so sick and tired of you.”

you turn around, all you see is black. there’s no working light posts on your side of town. “ i really do hope the grabber gets you y/n. atleast that way i won’t you on my back all the fucking time!” he kicks the glass door to the grab n go. you look down to your black worn out converse, you nod. “ i’ll see you tomorrow vance.” you mumble turning around.

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it’s dark. too dark. your heart is racing. your sweating. you try to hum to a random song to distract you from the darkness but your little hums are weak. you refuse to look up. scared that if you look up something is gonna appear in-front of you and eat you. if vance could see you right now he’d call you a pussy and weak. probably laugh at you and put you in a headlock. calling you a sore loser and high maintenance. you let out a little giggle at the thought of vance teasing you.

you hear an engine behind you, the light from the what you guess is a car is giving you some light. you continue walking down the street with your hands in your pockets with a slight smile on your face. gosh vance is so funny. your little daydream trance is cut off by a door opening. “ hey little girl! would you mind helping me? my engines seems to be a little rusty and i need someone to hold my tools.” a man says behind you.

you gulp. your eyes widen. ‘ y/n. run.’ your brain is malfunctioning. your heart is racing. your palms are sweaty. “ n-no i-im- i need to go home.” you refuse to turn around, scared that if you do you’ll freeze. “ i just need a little help.” you hear footsteps behind you, you turn around. “ no get away from me!” you scream walking backwards. the man looks around, i’m fear that your screams might’ve alerted some people. he runs to you.

“ help! help somebody help!” you scream running.

he wraps his hands around you picking you up. you thrash back and fourth. he puts a hand over your mouth silencing you, you start to tear up. he drags you towards his van. “ shh shh shh it’s alright.” he mumbles tightening his grip on you, you shake your head tears escaping you eyes. tears rolling down your cheek bones, they land on his hand. the hand that’s covering your mouth. your pulse is rapid. your vision is cloudy. your eyes are weak. he throws you into the back of his van, “ this would’ve gone a lot easier if you had just listened!” he shouts slamming the door close. you close your eyes drifting off.

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something is bugging vance. he’s on edge. he’s always on edge but it’s different. it’s different this morning. something is missing. someone is missing. “ where’s dipshit?” caleb asks crossing his hands nudging vance. vance pushes him off, “ get off me you cunt.” vance grunts rolling his eyes. “ what’s up your ass today hopper?” caleb chuckles raising an eyebrow, “ piss off asshole.” vance pushes past caleb.

vance looks at the empty seat next to him. ‘it’s her seat’. it’s your seat. and it’s empty. why aren’t you here? why is it so empty? why does he feel empty? why haven’t you annoyed him yet? why aren’t you here annoying him? he shakes his head. he pulls a pocket knife out of his backpack. sliding it across his table. he turns around once again, to your empty seat. rolling his eyes he stabs his table.

“ vancen. vance hopper.” his name is called out. he turns his head around towards the classroom door, his chemistry teacher and two unknown men are standing there staring at him. “ what.” he snaps pulling the knife. “ we need to talk to you son.” one of the men says leaning against the door frame. “ what do you want.” he growls shoving the knife in his pocket. “ it’s about y/n l/n.” the other man says. vance sighs standing up. “ what did that fucker do this time..” he mumbles.

“ how long have you known y/n l/n?” the detective says opening his notepad, vance closes his eyes in annoyance. he leans back against the chair manspreading. “ why the fuck does that matter assholes?” he says crossing his hands eyeing him up and down. “ vance hopper we would appreciate your full cooperation-“ vance groans. “ maybe if you’d tell me what you shit pigs want with me then i’ll give you my full fucking cooperation.”

“ language vance!” the principal shouts.

“ do you happen to know where y/n would go if something was going on at home?” the detective asks writing something down in his notepad, “ how the fuck would i know where that pussy would go?” he throws his head back against the cushions, he stares up into the ceiling. “ y/n l/n is missing.” the other detective blurts out annoyed by vance’s attitude.

vance’s eyes widen. his heart stops. he sits up. “ w-what?” he mumbles. there’s a lump in his throat, he can’t swallow it. “ w-what do you mean she’s missing?” he stutters biting his nails. no no this can’t be. this can’t be. there’s no way. no fucking away. no answer. he stands up, “ what the fuck do you mean she’s missing!” he shouts.

“ vance-“ his principal attempts to calm him down, “ what the fuck do you mean she’s missing!” he shouts kicking the glass table infront of him. “ son calm down.” the detective says standing up. “ calm down?! calm down? your telling me to calm down when y/n is fucking missing!” he shouts trying his best to fight back tears. he looks down shaking his head. “ no. no. no.” he whispers running out of the principals office. “ vance! vance hopper!” the principal calls behind him.

“ no no this can’t be happening no.” vance shakes his head. it’s his fault. all his fault. he said. he said he hoped the grabber got you. and he did. he kidnapped you. your gone. your gone. your gone. oh god no no no. y/n. he leans against a locker, “ no no..” he whispers sliding down the locker. he should’ve just walked you home. if he walked you home you’d still be with him. maybe the grabbed would’ve kidnapped you both, that way he would still be able to protect you. it’s his fault. it’s his fault. fuck fuck fuck.

his vision is cloudy. his hands are shaking. his lower lip is trembling. “ vance..” a soft voice calls for him. he slowly looks up. your in-front of him. his eyes widen, tears roll down his face. “ vance.” you whisper softly. you gently caress his cheek. he grabs hold of your hand. “ save me vance.” you whisper tearing up. you start disappearing. “ no! no! y/n! you asshole!” he shouts standing up. “ kid. hey hey kid calm down!” the detective runs up to him grabbing him, “ let go of me! let go of me motherfucker!” vance shouts trying to break free. usually he’d easily break out, but he’s so weak right now. “ y/n! y/n!” he shouts looking at the place you once were caressing his cheek. “ calm down!” the detective shouts in his ear.

“ save me vance.” you whisper in his ear again. he stops fighting back. he looks down at his hands, a cherry lolipop he was gonna give you this morning.

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armorangels · 11 days

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late night sad todd hours because even in the scenes where todd’s confidence starts to blossom, he still has the most melancholic expressions :-)

#it’s like the melancholy is permanently a part of him #and like #he has never known a life where he feels his most authentic #it makes me !!!#so sad #thanks ethan hawke for portraying this so well ????#todd anderson #dead poets society #dps #dead poets fandom #dead poets headcanons #dps fandom #dps boys

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0bsessiv3s0ul · 6 days

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"From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying,"

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charliedaltonssaxaphone · 14 days

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This is my official public apology to the Neil kinnies who saw my post. 😭

LET'S RETHINK WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE PLAY 😎

I hope I am forgiven for my atrocious, horrid assumption that he would be anything far from ALIVE, happy and right now performing Much Ado About Nothing and Todd in the audience using him as inspiration for his next novel! 😚

#neil kinnies im with you #dead poets society #dark academia #dead poets society memes #dead poets fandom #dead poets society fandom #dps #neil perry #robert sean leonard #todd anderson #psa #ethan hawke #dead poets society headcanons #dead poets headcanons #dead poets society fanfiction #anderperry #dps fandom #mr keating

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wayward-persephone · 2 years

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idk about you but I'm thinking I want to be railed inside the grabbers van 🥵

Great minds think alike 😩👌

Honestly I am obsessed with that idea 🥵

Al not being able to wait to be inside you, dragging you to the back by a hand fisted in your hair while fumbling with his belt before ripping at your pants, and then next thing you know you are being pressed face first into the van floor as he fucks himself deep inside you.

He's snarling and growling possessively with his hands bruising against your hips, before his voice suddenly turns into hight pitched whines the longer he fucks you and the more wet you get, and you can't help but drool and moan at the sharp pleasure coiling painfully tight in your pelvis with every brutal snap of his hips. He comes deep inside you with an almost pained sound and you nearly sob at the feeling of heat spilling down your thighs from your overstuffed pussy. But then his long thick fingers are on your clit and you can't remember much after that.

By the time you can focus again and your ears have stopped ringing, Al is still half hard and buried inside you while rolling his hips against you in gentle circles while cooing in your ear, and you are still smushed against the floor of the van. His heavy weight pressed into your back as he continued to lazily rut into you like an animal and you have no choice but to lay there as he happily licked and nibbled over the nape of your neck and your shoulders.

#The Grabber #Albert Shaw #The Black Phone #The Grabber headcanons #Albert Shaw headcanons #The Grabber x Reader #The Grabber smut #Albert Shaw x Reader #Albert Shaw smut #The Black Phone headcanons #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Ethan Hawke headcanons #Ethan Hawke smut #persephone answers

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mandowifey · 1 year

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Edward Dalton soft moments Headcannons.

These are SFW!

- Edward is by far the most soft spoken man you have ever met. This guy would rather be silent than voice any sort of discomfort, he's additionally extremely non-confrontational.

- He is additionally the type of partner you can sit with in silence. He is comfortable with resting on a couch, one hand on your leg and the other on his book or paperwork he is working on. Edward isn't the type to feel awkward in long silences, in fact he finds comfort in being with someone who enjoys quiet moments like him.

- When you two are waiting for the subway, or a bus, he stands close to you.

- Not smothering of course but close enough your hands or shoulders brush. You'd feel a nudge against your fingers, and if you look down you'd realize he's silently entwined your pinky fingers together.

- When you get upset, either at work or him, he waits for you to let it out. He's respectful if you need space, he wouldn't push the issue until you had finally calmed.

- If you got so upset that you shut down and laid on the bed, after awhile you'd hear the door. Then feel the mattress caving slightly as he moves his cold body in behind yours. His arm would slip around you, and he'd gently press his chest to your back and his face into the back of your neck.

- "I'm so sorry, Y/N. How can I make this better?"

- He would pepper your skin in soft kisses, mumbling how much he loves you and how sorry he is that he hadn't been able to help you.

- Speaking of "I love you", he is definitely the one who said it first.

- You would've been blindsided too. It was another day of enjoying eachothers presence, and out of the silence he'd look at you longingly and mumble an 'I think I love you.' It'd be so soft at first you'd have to ask him to repeat himself.

- If he could, he'd be blushing. Instead you catch him avert his eyes, press his lips together and tense his hands. Then he'd look at you, soften his mouth and say; "I love you, Y/N"

- He is an extremely attentive partner.

- As in, he picks up on the things you like, you don't like, your mannerisms and expressions. He would have you figured out so fast it'd be startling at first.

- His memory is sharp, he remembers things you say, even in passing.

- Edward's love language is definitely affirmations, and touch.

- His reciprocal love language is touch.

- Like seriously, he's so touch starved its heart breaking.

- You put your hands on him in any way, and he's a melting, purring mess in your palms. The easiest way to help him relax is shower him in affection, he craves it.

#edward dalton headcannons #edward dalton x reader #edward dalton headcannon #edward dalton #ethan hawke headcannons #ethan hawke #vampire #daybreakers #x reader #edward dalton x you #soft headcanons #ethan hawke headcanon #edward dalton headcanon #edward dalton headcanons #ethan hawke headcanons #headcanons

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mirrorballshiningjustforyou · 2 years

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Could you do Robin arellano dating hcs? I just found ur writing and I loveeeeee it

Robin Arellano As a Boyfriend Headcanons

Robin isn't too big on nicknames. He won't call his s/o more than a short version of their name. (Though if you hc he calls u things in spanish don't let me stop u)

Sometimes you can TALK him out of fighting. But when he's in a fight you can't jump In the middle of it and say "robin this isn't you" cuz that wouldnt stop him he'd stop and laugh

I hc he has a collection of bandanas but only wears others on special occasions or something like that. (Not a dating hc but thought I'd add that)

If you get bullied, once you start dating robin those bullies won't mess with you again. If they do, robin will fuck them up.

Won't force you, but please go with him to stores or anywhere in public. (Cuz you won't want another situation like THAT to happen again)

Asks you to patch him up, tend to his wounds when he got in a fight. (Even if you're not that great at nursing)

Most of the time his uncle and mom aren't home so you guys find frozen food in the icebox and heat it up to eat it

Though, if you can cook he would prefer you find something in the cabinets and cook something for both of you guys. Cuz ma boi can't cook and couldn't if his life depended on it.

Doesn't get scared of scary movies. But if you do, "there's probably scarier movies than that it's okay" he'll tell you after the movie.

Drive in dates? Yessir (with his uncle cuz how yall gonna have a car In middle school?) But it's fine cuz his uncle vibes with you

Trading candy on Halloween is sorta like this "I'll trade you these dots for your hershey?" He ends up just not accepting your offers and giving you your favorite candy. (He probably wouldn't like them anyways)

Why take self defense classes when you have the robin arellano as a boyfriend?

You're often called names by jealous skanks in the hallway. Robin won't start a fight with them because he doesn't hit girls but he'll tell them something for sure.

If you wanna wear his bandana don't try and take it from him he'll get kinda mad. Instead, ask to wear a different one because he won't give you his faded blue one.

No pda (maybe hugs) but he'd prefer all the affection to be private. (He has his reasons)

Has his bandanas hanging on a wall in his room. + his door.

Sleepovers are a must (even on school nights).

Has a really big heart but doesn't really know how to show affection that great because he's never been in a relationship before you.

Let's you brush his hair (if you ask). He'll let you do basically any style. But you can't cut it or shave it cuz why would you? His hair is gorgeous

Not having to walk home...because of his uncle ofc.

#slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #slasher memes #slasher smut #slasher x you #slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n #robin arellano #the black phone #ethan hawke #miguel cazarez mora #blumhouse #robin arellano x reader

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im-his-druidess · 2 years

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(oof didn't notice the announcement ADSGSHSHAHA sorry my bad) Do you think Arthur would absolutely spend hours teaching virgin F!Reader that never experience segs before, how to please him and herself ? Cuz this man lookin' like he's lowkey actually experienced 👀👀

I absolutely believe he would do this 🥴

He's a very patient man and would totally adore being the first man to touch you and would take great pride in teaching you all about pleasure and how to please him and you both in the bedroom.

I fully believe that he's experienced (just look at him 😩🤤) and would use every single bit of his knowledge to shower you with pleasure. Would grow addicted to giving you all your firsts, would be rather possessive of you because of it, and would be addicted to the pleasure he gets from you.

It's a head rush for sure and it definitely feeds his ego.

#Arthur Harrow #Arthur Harrow headcanons #Arthur Harrow x Reader #Moon Knight #moon knight headcanons #marvel cinematic universe #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke headcanons #Ethan Hawke x Reader #the cryptid answers

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cherryskyies · 2 years

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Somnophilia with The Grabber

The Grabber x fem!reader // some hdcs

a/n: why is he so hot gn i haven’t even seen the movie yet and i'm still thirsting over him and upset at his lack of content. also probs not my best work simply because i do not know his character very well yet tysn

Warnings: The Grabber himself is a warning, noncon, somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex, fingering (f.recieving), dry humping, probably a mistake or two. This is dark content, mdni.

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You’d been so teasing earlier that day; sucking the egg crumbs off his thumb that he had swiped across your bottom lip, crawling on your hands and knees when he called you to him — watching him expectantly with those big doe eyes of yours.

God, you drive him crazy — whether you mean to or not.

When the thought crossed his mind; you sprawled out beneath him, body limp from the drug, eyes closed with soft moans leaving your mouth, he knew he had to try it.

It was fairly simple. He had already made some rohypnol infused chocolates to use on boys for kidnapping, so all he needed to do was get you to eat one or two pieces — likely two, seeing as you, a grown woman, are much bigger than the previous boys he’s taken.

“Open up, doll.” The Grabber demands, voice as sweet as honey, gently placing the two chocolate tabs on your tongue. “Good girl, now swallow.” His thumb is still resting on your tongue when you close your mouth, lips wrapping softly around it as you begin to suck, allowing the chocolate square to melt and glide down your throat. Grabber releases a throaty growl, pushing his thumb the rest of the way, other hand gripping your chin – forcing you to look up at him. “Playing a dangerous game here, bunny.”

He stays with you, watching as your eyes get heavy and your sentences turn to slurred mumbles, holding you against his chest and petting your hair as you continue to doze off, “That’s it, honey. Get some sleep.” And in hindsight, you should have seen the red flags, you should have fought against the sudden drowsiness consuming you whole — you shouldn’t have felt so safe and loved in The Grabbers arms.

As soon as you’re asleep, he wants to dive in – to wrap his large hand around your throat, using the other to slide your pink panties down to your ankles and stuff you full of his cock, but he doesn’t. He decides he wants to be slow, starting with those perfect lips of yours.

The Grabber crawls on top of you, sliding a hand from your waist to your breast, teasing the soft nipple through your shirt until it's poking through, and finally, he brings his hand to your throat, pinning you down to the dirty mattress. “You’ve been so good for me,” He whispers, taking the soft flesh of your earlobe between his teeth. “My good girl, mine.” Grabber all but growls, leaving hickeys on the parts of your neck his hand can’t cover — which isn’t much.

He can feel himself losing control as he begins to rut against your cloth covered pussy, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down — have they always been this tight? His boxers are all that’s left keeping him covered, save for his shirt, but it still feels like there is too much in the way; he needs to be inside you.

With great resistance, he tears himself from you, all plans of being slow and savoring you flys out the window. His fingers trail down your body, pushing your panties to the side, allowing him to slip one, then two, fingers inside — he attempts a third, but there isn’t enough space and he finds himself hoping his cock will tear you open when he forces it in. “Feels good doesn’t it, Doll?” He asks, already knowing the answer is a yes with the way you’re moaning; mixed with snores and the occasional mumble.

Your cunt swallows his fingers greedily, wet squelches emitting with each harsh thrust of his fingers; how he wishes he only gave you one tab, the desire for you to wake up and watch the mess he will make of you overwhelming his senses – next time, he decides.

He stops when he feels you getting close, retracting his fingers with a wet ‘pop’ as a thin trail of your slick follows. Grabber brings his fingers to his mouth, pressing them down onto his tongue to taste you; this is the closest he’ll ever get to heaven.

You’re breathing heavily, wetness seeping through your underwear, but still you remain asleep, blissfully unaware. You miss the way he lines himself up with your entrance, the way his touch sets your nerves on fire.

He groans, sliding the tip of his dick up and down your glistening slit, pressing in ever-so-slightly when he passes your needy hole. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” He sounds humored, like he’s won a bet you promised he’d lose.

Growing impatient with his slow movements, Grabber begins to push inside, groaning when he hears you whine — the stretch is almost painful for him, but he can’t stop, not now when he’s finally got a taste.

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