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i think i wanna ride (ride!)

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˖  ࣪ ☆ — ' EAT OF THE FLESH '

۫ ꣑ৎ househusband oc + gn! reader

tw: unknown consumption of a human, slight mentions of murder, cannibalism, brief mention of alcoholism, going overkill on pet names. no, obviously, don't kill your lover's co-workers irl.

If Elias' father was watching him now, then he'd surely be wallowing in the fiery pits of Hell. What kind of sissy would be spending his time slaving away in the kitchen? The words echoed in Elias' mind as he chopped carrots with a knife that was definitely not made for such delicate work. It was his mother's old kitchen knife, the one she used to threaten his father with when she was tired of his drunken rants.

The elder Hawthorne had gone and croaked a few years ago, surrounded by a mountain of half-empty beer bottles and filth. A fate that he had coming for a long, long time. Unlike his supposed "father," Elias had been with his mother until the end, holding tightly onto her hand as the sickness wracking her body finally consumed her whole. He thought he would die alone until an angel walked into his life.

His angel, his sweetheart, the very air that filled his lungs.

The brunet man reached up to push his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, sharp, brown eyes glued meticulously to the sizzling pan on the stove. A pungent aroma of roasting meat and gourmet spices tickled his nose, a sensation just as warm and inviting as the flickering flame. All seemed so mundane, so straightforward that it was almost eye-rolling; watching paint dry would be much more exciting than watching a stay-at-home husband cook a meal.

There is more to something than meets the eye.

Elias hadn't taken a trip down to the local butcher shop that day, oh, no. His choice of meat was far more... exotic. Someone who the world would be much better off without. He'd found the man in an alleyway, the same one that his father used to frequent, looking for his next fix. The very waste of space that had been frequently harassing his lover at night had finally met his end. Elias had made sure of it.

Now, his flesh simmered in the pot, the rich, dark broth thickening with every bubble that popped. Elias had never felt more alive than he did at that moment, the thrill of his secret mixing with the adrenaline that still hummed in his veins. The knife felt so right in his hand, an extension of his will to protect and serve. His angel had no idea what was in store for dinner, and the thought of the look on your face was almost too delicious to bear.

Speaking of his angel, he heard the clicking of a lock, followed by the metallic clattering of keys clashing together. Though muffled, he could hear a few incoherent sounds, likely his spouse kicking off their shoes after a long day at work. Elias's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily wiped his hands on the apron that was already stained with a mix of sweat and the bodily fluids of his unwelcome dinner guest. He took a deep breath, the smell of the simmering stew doing nothing to calm his nerves.

"Honey?" He heard the sweet voice of his angel, the one that had soothed his soul when he had been lost in the abyss of grief and anger. "You made dinner already? You shouldn't have."

What nonsense! Of course, he would. After all, they were slaving away all day just to provide for him. Even supporting Elias' decision to stay home and take on the role of homemaker. Most would scrunch their noses up in distaste at the thought of a man in the kitchen, but not his angel. You were different, accepting, loving. The perfect match for a creature like him.

"Anything for you, dear," He rasped, idly fixing the collar of his polo shirt. Those frayed nerves of his ebbed away as stepped out the the very room that had become his sanctuary, eyes lighting up at the sight of his spouse. A beautiful assortment of flowers was tucked carefully in one arm, a gentle smile gracing your lips at the sight of him in a rare apron, an anniversary gift from a few years ago.

The man's cheeks flushed a rosy hue, feeling just as heated as the stove behind him. He just gutted someone, and now, he was being met with such a thoughtful gift. It reminded him of what he could lose, what he needed to protect.

With a soft smile that hadn't quite reached his eyes, he graciously took the flowers into his grasp, "Oh, sweetheart, these are lovely!" He brought the bouquet to his nose, inhaling deeply as if the scent could purge the metallic stench of his grisly deed. "C'mon, let's eat. I know you must be starving."

What better way to quell your hunger than with a home-cooked meal? Besides, it's not like anyone would actually miss the scum he'd turned into a stew.

At least he'd be good for something.

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saw thunderbolts* last week, and all i can think about is bob with a violet parr! inspired reader

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stigmata

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how do y'all write smut without wanting to die? 😭

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husband!gaz thoughts... ⭑.ᐟ

husband! gaz that couldn't be more of a perfect match for you.

when you first announced your engagement, the snide comments under the guise of, "we're just worried about you!" nearly put a damper on what should be an otherwise happy moment. of course, in every family, there's always one relative that just has to to make their opinion known — no matter how unwanted it may be. in their eyes, how could such a relationship stay afloat? he was gone for months on end; how could you maintain a marriage with someone that was rarely home?

oh, they couldn't have been more wrong.

even while he was overseas, kyle did everything in his power to stay in touch with you. sending you letters in the mail, recording tender voice messages to your inbox, video calling you on his down time. he could be exhausted, his feet aching and his eyes drooping, the weight of a strenuous day heavy on his shoulders. yet, he always manages to make time for his sweetheart. and well, uh... let's just say he's fallen asleep on call more than once on occasion. not that you mind. he looks pretty cute when he's drifting off, even if he's likely drooling on his pillow.

there's no denying just how excited the two of you get when he's finally coming home. your presence is a soothing balm to his weary soul and he makes it known when he bursts through the front door of your home, tossing his duffle bag onto the floor and enveloping you into a tight bear hug. he's burying his face into the crook of your neck, savoring that warm smell of yours that he had been craving for weeks on end. you have to essentially pry him off of you to get him to sit at the dinner table to eat dinner.

i'd like to believe that garrick is such a green flag, a man that treats you so tenderly, that he would even make friends and relatives of yours absolutely jealous. even on the rare occasions when the two of you argue, he's always willing to communicate, sitting with you for hours just to solve the issue at hand. never, ever have you two gone to be angry with each other. he just wouldn't let it get to that point.

even with his hectic schedule, kyle never uses his job as an excuse to worm his way around helping around the house. there's no way in hell that he's going to watch you work yourself to the bone, not on his watch. what's the point in marriage if you aren't a team together? somehow, it always manages to surprise you when you come home after a particularly grueling day at work to find the whole house spotless, a delicious, home-cooked meal waiting for you. he'd move mountains for you if it meant getting to that pretty smile of yours. <3

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dudes will be like "women only date based on looks they wouldn't go for a guy who isn't conventionally attractive" meanwhile the women in question are thirsting over the ghoul from fallout bc he's cool and wears cowboy boots like looks literally have fuck all to do with it fellers

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I can hear you overthinking from here, Boy Wonder…

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why is tumblr slaughtering my saturation

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Hiyaaa ^^ I was just wondering if by any chance you knew of a fanfic writer called gremlin-the-yeet? I read their works a couple months back and I was wondering where they went because their blog and Wattpad account disappeared completely… Anyways that’s all, thanks!

i did know of them, but i'm not sure what happened to them ): sorry

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the girls that get it get it

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ALEJANDRO AND VALERIA IN THE MW S3 CINEMATIC?? I'M LOSING MY MIND

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This is how Robert Pattinson's Bruce Wayne sleeps by the way

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If it is not to much can I ask for a, Fester Addams x witch reader love confeshin with fluff and love, please.

i totally can, do you think you can elaborate more on the plot? it'll help me get a better picture of the story

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Do you still write for Male! Wednesday?

yes, i do! i've just been struggling with writing, so that's why i haven't written anything for him in a while :,)

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Do you do Fester Addams (Uncle Fester) x reader? I am just asking because I cant find any Fester Addams x readers any where.🥺

i haven't thought about writing for him, but i definitely can! i just have to figure out what to write for him lmao. if you have any ideas, please don't hesitate to send them my way