#ahit x reader

[nocuref0rme]

YAAAAAAAAY

Snatcher x Reader

You kept shivering, he knew that. He just didn’t know how to bring it up. On one hand, he loves and adores you, and would do anything to make you comfortable- but on the other hand, what if he comes off as too soft? He has to be the all-powerful ruler of Subcon Forest, but he still has to protect his lover from the elements! He settles on pretending he’s grumpy.

“Oh, you’re insufferable! You’re lucky I can make warmth from thin air, or else you’d be doomed. I expect thanks.”

You could hardly thank him with chattering teeth, melting into his arms. They felt so warm, and soft, and strong… oh, he was the best. Even if he acted like he wanted to leave you on top of his tree.

“Oh, just get comfortable and fall asleep, why don’t you. It’s not like I have places to be.”

“Where, other trees?”

“I’ll have you know I appreciate every part of my kingdom!”

“Mmm…”

“Don’t you hum at me.”

He kept arguing with you, but you saw him crack a smile when you looked up at him. He shoved your head back down- he clearly didn’t want you to see that. But he still loves you, no matter how “infuriated” you make him.

HEHEHEHHEHEHE YAAAAAAAY

[hotpinkboots]

Snatcher and the Prince from a hat in time with a reader that dislikes physical touch? I know prince and snatch are the same person but I'd like to see how different ghost man is from when he was a human judging by relationships and physical touch

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~𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗 + 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 w/a Darling Who Dislikes Physical Touch~

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FINALLY ANOTHER SNATCHER AND PRINCE REQUEST! WHERE ARE THE AHIT PEOPLE GET IN HEEEERE

~Enjoy~

★★★★

𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗

★★★★

~He's a total ass and will touch you just to get a reaction.

~"COME HEEEERE!!!"

~*insert big annoying hug*

~Or he'll smack the back of your head to get your attention.

~Yeah he doesn't give a damn, if you don't like it he'll do it more.

~Sometimes he actually does just want to be nice (HIM BEING NICE?? IMPOSSIBLE..) and put a hand on your shoulder or something, and he refuses to believe that when you shrugged him off it hurt his feelings a bit. Because it DIDN'T hurt his feelings it's not like he CARES OR WHATEVER

~(spoiler alert, he cares)

~He's not really a fan of constant touching anyway, so it's not always an issue. But every once in a while yes he's gonna wanna mess around with you or something

~Now the PRINCE on the other hand, this young man is disappointed and it kind of hurts his feelings when you shy away from his touch.

~One of his love languages literally is physical touch so it's hard for him.

~No cheek holding, no hugs from behind, no hand holding

~Will try to respect your wishes ofc because he is very baby boy but baby boy also needs to hug and kiss his darling sometimes so,

~Please just deal with it and let him hold your hand for a second lmao

~Makes him kind of sad but he loves you anyway and understands that you don't wanna be touched.

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Requesting Guidelines!

I still unfortunately can't link the Masterlist because all the links are broken and weird 🤩 I'M WORKIN' ON IT

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~Love, PinkBoots

[sodacrisps]

Hi

I did half a thing and this lovely piece by dear @tiramegtoons pushed me to finish it up a bit more

No, right?

(also hi I’m back kinda/kinda not, I’m working on it)

[darkmedolie]

enjoy <3

[subconhollow]

So here’s a few y/n sketches ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ

I try and keep the y/n as androgynous as I can, I like to include everyone who is a fellow Snatcher enjoyer ^^

[snowygrill]

"Prince with a broken crown, where is your kingdom now?"

--- (Click it for better quality! :D)

Oh-oh, old hyperfixation is making a comeback. I'm starting to realize I may have a type LMAO

Anyway, here's my design of Moonjumper! The silly man! The little scrimblo! He's absolutely batshit insane! :D

[thereaderinsertlady]

'Quest Tober (31/31)

What is this?

'Quest tober is an event where people can request fics for a certain time period! I usually like to challenge myself, aaand I've certainly been slacking on regular requests, so I figured I'd give this a go for a second time. You may request anything, as long as it goes along with the rules in the pinned guidelines. Send a PM or ask if you're not sure about something, or if there's a character you think I might do and or have done before but isn't up there.

Are there any specific rules or notes for this event?

Only a handful:

If you want to submit a request for this event you MUST have something orange in it or an emoji that follows the Halloween theme 🎃👻👽. Ooor something else that lets me know that your request is for this event, such as... 'hey, this request is for the 'Quest-Tober event,' etc etc.

You can only submit ONE request to give other people a chance to request too.

There are only THIRTY ONE (31) request slots available for this event. Once the title above reaches (31/31) I won't be taking requests for this event anymore, so request while you still can!

Where will the event's fics be?

I will post all fics on tumblr and onto my ao3 as soon as I get done with it for that day. Down below will be the fics that have been requested and what specific day they'll be posted on in October.

Requested Fics (Whoops didnt have time to finish all of them, will post them when ready![by the end of the year])

1- aliencatwafers: Elder Princess Shroob x Reader

2- rosepetalmoon: Escargoon x Reader 💞💞

3- ladysegagenesis: Vivian x Reader 😎

4- darkmelodie: Snatcher x Reader

5- snarlesofthesewers: Snatcher x Reader 🙌

6- shegariowmyamo: The Conductor & heem spouse

7- pastell-nerd: Nastasia & Reader

8- Anon: Dimentio x Reader nsfw 🥳

9- pyropikmin: King K. Rool x Reader

10- Anon: Antasma x Reader (spicy)

11- Anon: Gaster x Male Reader (also spicy)

12- Anon: Meta Knight x Reader (also also spicy)

13- drc00l4tt4: Melvinborg x Reader 🥺

14- Anon: Geno (smrpg) x Reader

15- Anon: Jevil x Reader x Dimentio (I,, love da clowns,,,)

16- profoundlytenaciousgalaxy: King Boo x Reader

17- valerian-insomniac: Prince (not-ghost Snatcher) x Reader

18- caleb-schoolaltt: demon-Melvinborg x gn Reader (🥺)

19- thereaderinsertlady: Jax (from the amazing digital circus) x Reader 🥺 ss mai birfdaay present to myself

20- Anon: Lovesick~Melvinborg x Male Reader

21- Anon: Duke Erisia x Reader (spiccy. I have no clue who this character is BUT i wamnted to give him a try because he looked cool 🥺)

22- Anon: King K. Rool & Reader (familial)

23- euibwwfbe: Antasma x Reader

24- jester-addict: Dimentio & Reader

25- Anon: Bowser x Reader

26- fruitytiff: Antasma x Reader (beloved bat 🥺,,)

27- notacloudofsage: King Boo x gn Reader

28- Nicky-angelcipher-universe: Reader insert crossover between BATIM & Security breach

29- Commentersspice: Antasma x Dimentio (:0 havent seen this shipped before. Unique!)

30- Anon: Beat x Reader 🥺🥺😳

31- Anon: Antasma x Dreambert

[subconwoods]

Snatistical Evaluation

I was really surprised to see Snatcher x Reader lose Round 1—when I seeded the bracket, I put it up against Conductor Divorce (which was a joke option I added to round out the poll) as a gimme. The round was designed this way because, as Conductor's Divorce isn't actually a pairing, it would just be giving me a ballpark for how many people actually liked x Reader.

Granted, the AHiT tag on Ao3 isn't that populated to begin with, but Snatcher x Reader is the only romantic pairing other than DiscoTrain to even appear in the Top 10 relationship tags.

It wasn't like the poll simply failed to reach people who like x Reader content, either; I recognized a few names in the notes from the tag reblogging it, and x Reader accounts tend to heavily interact with other x Reader accounts. It didn't make sense to me that so few people voted for it, but towards the end of the polling period, I had an idea for what might have been skewing the results.

So, I made a spreadsheet to test my theory.

I went through the entire Snatcher/Reader tag, noted down every single author's username, and added a counter every time I encountered another upload by them.

(Interestingly, while I went through the entire tag at least three times to double-check I hadn't missed any, the total only added up to 72. It only just occurred to me that the missing four might be hidden from users who don't have an account, which I forgot was a site feature. Oops. Anyway, they aren't taken into consideration for this analysis.)

Here are our results.

Of 72 total uploads:

Six (6) were from anonymous/orphan accounts. Although one or more of these could have been written by the same user, for our purposes, I'll consider them non-recurring.

Twenty-one (21) were from unique authors, "unique" meaning that the user only had a single upload in the tag on their account. Counting the anon/orphan uploads, that's 27 from non-recurring users.

Forty-five (45) were from recurring authors, "recurring" meaning that the user had two or more uploads in the tag on their account. There were eight (8) recurring authors in total, but of those eight, three of them had two and two of them had three, making for twelve (12) uploads from five (5) recurring users.

Then there were....a few names that cropped up again. And again. And again.

4. Thirty-three (33) uploads were from the same three accounts.

Here's the same data represented by percentage.

62.5% of individual fanworks in the tag are from accounts who have posted more than one, while 37.5% are anonymous or from accounts which have posted exactly one.

The top three posters make up the highest percent of any category. Not only do they outnumber the rest of the recurring authors, but three users have created 45.8% of the content in the tag, more than all of the unique uploaders combined.

I expected going in that the number of total works might be inflated by the same users uploading many, but I couldn't have guessed the results would be this extreme.

Verdict: Snatcher x Reader is not actually that popular of a pairing. The people who like it just really like it.

[neteyamyawne]

All my posts will be down until, my love @pandoraslxna gets her blog back, and i mean all of them, she's the reason i had the courage to write for my blog in the first place, None of my fics will be posted, no kinktober, or normal fics, I've sent my worries to the Tumblr team and i pray that she gets her account back.

Please send your worries to the Tumblr team on their Twitter account or the help centre, I love you loony, you're the sweetest and you didn't deserve this.

If you don't want to read something, and see the warnings then SCROLL OVER don't fucking report the blog because it contains something you don't like, that's just childish behaviour! Learn better people!!

If you don't like a fic, don't read it! If you don't like the content, move over! Don't ruin someone else's joy for your dislike!!

NO LUNA NO KINKTOBER (for me, at least)

Please spread this around!!

[tiramegtoons]

GUYS

YOU GOTTA CHECK OUT @frickfracksnatchisback ‘s STORY ITS SO GOOD!!

Not gonna spoil much but it’s so adorable

It put a smile on my face

And nothing is more delightful than a Snatcher doll :3

[buckybraneslover111]

Mafia Wedding moodboard

this is a mood board for chapter 11, yes the reader and Bucky do get married in this series

[nocuref0rme]

Hello!!! You’re doing ahit request right??? Can I have a snatcher x reader who’s a witch, and tends to make really weird potions? (Bonus points if they have a black cat who messes with Snatcher’s little ghost tail.)

YES!!! YESYESYESYESYES

Snatcher x Reader

He does his best to keep up, but it’s almost if you pull these potions out from thin air sometimes. That’s not to say he hates it- he loves the excited look on your face when you bring another one to him, and he loves to help test them out! He just mixes up which ones are which.

“So, what was this… turning people into…?”

“No, the morphing potions were last week!”

“Oh, you’re kidding! I thought you did at least one every week!”

“Sometimes.”

“UUUUUUGH. You’re impossible to work with.”

He loves you, he really does. And, since he loves you, he loves anything that has to do with you… but- the CAT. He swears that it’s as if that cat finds the worst times to ambush him! He can hardly stand it! So, to even the score, he’ll poke the cat’s nose and- playfully, he doesn’t mean it- make fun of it.

“You’re a little ankle biter, aren’t you? You’re an allergic reaction just waiting to happen, with how much you SHED on my FURNITURE. You’re so spoiled, you… piece of fuzz.”

“Are you making fun of my baby again?”

“It pulled my tail! It’s only fair.”

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!!

[crescentblossom66]

Decaying Mind

TW: HORROR THEMES, SLIGHT YANDERE, GORE

You slowly opened the door to the front of the train, slightly agitated and a little disappointed at this whole workday. You wondered why the Conductor had given you such a pitiful role this time and wanted to confront him about it. You weren't used to it, as he usually liked to have you in a lead role, and it wasn't like you minded playing a side character, but...a mere extra, that was more than a little strange.

As per the usual around this time, you found him at the front of the train, humming a small song to himself, it wasn't one that you knew, but its melody was strangely...uncommon, pleasant sounding, but a tad off, you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but the closest you could describe it as was a dirge, some sort of weird death march, strange because the recording today went quite well. His ear-like feathers rose when he noticed you enter and he turned around slowly to face you. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” Your inquiry was met with a low chuckle.

“What's wrong, me sweet?” He gave a warm smile, you were glad to see it again after all the trouble that you two went through those past months. It had taken him quite some time to recover form his severe injuries and he still ached from time to time, but it had gotten significantly better the past few weeks.

You returned the soft smile and approached him slowly. “Is there a reason why you have me play a mere extra this movie? I found it a bit strange is all.” The smile on his face widened a little as he got up form his seat.

He walked a bit closer, his beautiful, yellow feathers giving off a gentle glow as the setting sun shone on them. You were once again reminded why you loved this owl so much. “I'm just givin' me best actress a break. Nothin' wrong with that, eh?” His gait was a bit...unsteady, it was hard to describe but it was as if his muscles didn't quite want to obey him, it was as if he was a little lethargic, but you attributed that to the long day of work. Maybe he was simply a bit sore.

You were caught off guard and blushed a little when he randomly grabbed you by the shoulders and gave you a soft kiss. It was a bit uncharacteristic for him, he wasn't one to show that kind of affection out of the blue like that, it was mostly you who initiated intimate actions. You appreciated the gesture nonetheless, taking it as a sign that he was finally starting to get comfortable with affection again. “Did something good happen?”

“I have ye now, what could be better?” He smiled and touched your face. You returned the affection and started to caress his cheek tenderly. You were a little shocked when your strokes caused quite a few of his feathers to drop to the ground, and you don't recall it being molting season. The yellow bird didn't even seem to notice, but his smile now turned unnaturally large. “Yes, I have ye, so no one else can have ye now.” His voice turned a lot deeper when it was before and his grip on you tightened.

“Uhm...it's starting to hurt, could you loosen your grip a little?” He simply shook his head, which caused more of his feathers to drop to the ground together with a few big chunks of skin which slowly peeled off his face. You stared in horror as he pulled you close and his suit started to get holes and tears, almost like it was being destroyed by moths. A putrid smell reached your nostrils a moment later, it was strangely sweet, but absolutely repulsive.

“I cannae let ye go, yer me lass, and I love ye more than anythin'.” The strangeness in his behavior was only trumped by the way his body felt, normally it was soft, but now, it felt thin and bony. You looked back to his face and to your horror, all his feathers had fallen out and the skin on the left side of his face was hanging down his face only supported by what little was left of it on his jaw. The muscles and tendons started to follow soon after, revealing pieces of the bone underneath. He moved a decaying wing up to your face to stroke it, the hairs on the back of your neck rose up at the coarse feeling as it made contact. His voice distorted more and more when he spoke again, you were so horrified and stunned that moving a muscle was a herculean task, let alone force your vocal cords to speak instead of making chocked noises. “Yer mine, I have had enough o' all the other birds leerin' at ye.”

He was gradually getting colder not only in his now rough strokes and his harsh grip, but his body seemed to lose heat. You made the mistake of looking down, hoping that the rest of him didn't look the same as his face, but you almost puked when you could see his heart...literally. The feathers and skin around his chest had fully decayed and behind it, now only protected by the bones of his rip cage, was his heart. It had stopped beating, yet he still seemed alive. “Let me go!”

You finally managed to break out of your stupor and tried to free yourself from his grip, especially now that he moved his face closer to you to kiss you, but he wouldn't let go, his grotesque smile only grew bigger as a black liquid slowly dripped from his mouth and accumulated in a small puddle on the ground. “I ain't lettin' ye go, you'll be with me for all eternity, and only with me!” He cackled, his unsupported jaw now swinging left and right slightly as he did. You wanted to throw up, but found that you couldn't, you couldn't even turn your head away when he gave you a kiss, which caused not happiness, but disgust and terror, you could smell the scent which you finally pinpointed as the smell of decay.

This was too much, you finally managed to scream in sheer terror at the decayed bird that you loved. “Y/n! Y/n! Ye willnae escape!” You closed your eyes, hyperventilating and trying desperately to not look at him. “Y/n! Y/n!” You shook your head to try and make his chanting stop...It stopped abruptly when the twisted and low chanting turned back into the panicked yet familiar voice of the owl you loved.

When you opened your eyes, you were sitting upright in bed, panting and sweating. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but you found that you were in your bedroom. You could feel a talon on your shoulder once again, but this time it was stroking your shoulder instead of holding it in a death grip. The Conductor gave you a concerned and near panicked expression when you turned to look at him. “Thank peck ye woke up, ye gave me quite a scare, lass.” He sighed in relief and stiffened when you hugged him after you realized that he was okay. You started to cry a bit after that traumatizing nightmare and buried your head into his shoulder. He wrapped his wings around you and pulled you close after realizing that you were scared, and that he was right in assuming that you had a nightmare. “It's okay, it was just a bad dream, luv. I'm here.”

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@yourlocalductor There you go. I hope you like it. I'm not the greatest at writing horror, although I do enjoy writing it. I didn't know if you wanted psychological or physical horror more, so I did both.

[darkmedolie]

A taste of your soul (snatcher x reader)

I finished a snatcher x reader that has been sitting in my notepad for ....4 month i think ?? It's just that i'm so bad at writting, so i come back on it from time to time to add tiny bits to it.

@tiramegtoons helped fixing my writing and made it so much better so a really big thanks to her 💕

🔥 this a fic with suggestives themes (it's a bit spicy) so, only proceed if thats your thing, you are warned. 🔥

You were watching the night sky of subcon forest, standing in front of Snatcher's home, waiting for him to come back. 

It seemed like the sun never shined in this haunted place, and soon enough your mind began to wander into the stars, losing track of time. 

Since how long was Snatcher gone now..?. It seemed like hours to you, maybe more, maybe less, but one thing was sure: You missed him a lot. 

He was usually found by your side, he was quite possessive over you, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless. You were also feeling safer with him around, the forest hiding quite a lot of dangers. 

But this time, you preferred to wait by yourself here.

Snatcher had certain needs he needed to fulfill that you were-admittedly- a bit scared of seeing it in person. You had both made an agreement that you would wait for him at his home while he was gone. 

"Miss (y/n)!" 

Snatcher's Little minions were calling for you.

"We made dinner! Come eat with us!" 

The minions were really sweet; they always enjoyed sharing food and caring for you. 

You joined the little group in the village, all sitting around a cozy fire. One of the minions approached you with a plate of cooked meat. 

"Thank you", you said. 

"Boss isn't back from soul hunting yet, hm ? He should be here soon, don't worry" the little minion noticed your downcasted expression and made an attempt to cheer you up. 

Soul hunting, that was the thing you didn't want to see, but you understood that even a large, shadowy poltergeist like Snatcher had to eat too, and yet, you found it too cruel to watch... 

Maybe it's time to change the subject.  "The food.. This is chicken, right? " 

"It's an owl corpse!" The minions answered cheerfully. 

"Oh....it's ..uh-... it's very good! " you suddenly exclaimed-rather awkwardly. It actually didn’t taste bad, but the creepy wording was a bit off-putting to say the least.

“We all need to eat I guess...“, you think to yourself.  “Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him …”

Not too long after you heard the minions bursting with excitement.

"Guys! Guys! The boss is back!" 

You stood up, smiling, your wait was finally over. 

You hurried back to Snatcher's home as fast as you could, but when you arrived you quickly noticed he wasn't in a good mood, his usual smile was replaced by an ill-tempered frown... 

"Snatcher, are you okay...?" You ask, approaching him cautiously.

"It’s been days now.. And still, nothing.." he sighed, his arms dangling in disappointment. 

"I'm sorry... " you replied, reaching out to give him a soft, comforting hug.

"I'm soooo tired..."He leaned into the hug, lowering himself so he could get his head to your level, burying his face into your neck. You could feel his breath on your skin and his fur tickling your skin.

"Sooo... hungry..." 

Was he.. inhaling your scent? This was a bit strange. Why would he sniff you like that?

"Is  there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Maybe this is a good time to change his mind.

He lifted himself back up and eerily fixed his eyes with yours for what seems like a bit too long..

Not a single word was spoken. Eventually, although a bit hesitant, you decided to break the silence.

"...Snatcher..?"

"You say you would do anything, right?"

You gulped, maybe you had made a mistake, 

"Yes, of course, if it helps you." 

"Then I want your soul, now." He said while pointing a single claw to your chest." 

"Uh..?  Snatcher, I-I- don't think this is a good ide-" 

"Oh please (y/n) let me have it.  Just a little bit? I promise I won't hurt you. " 

"But-" you took a step back. You trusted Snatcher, but this time he didn't seem to be his regular self. The fact that he’s begging told you that he was pretty desperate.

"Please, The smell- it’s driving me crazy!" 

You took another step back- your shoe got caught in the carpet's edge. Before you knew it you stumbled back on it- which felt oddly soft in this particular situation. 

Snatcher ominously hovered above as you lay there.

You were now trapped under his large, ghostly form. 

A shiver ran through your body. 

"Was this how it felt to be a prey under his claws?”,  you wondered as your heart pounded in your chest.

"P-please Snatcher, be careful-”, you stuttered, knowing there was no way you could physically stop him now.

He said he wouldn't hurt you, You should trust him right? but what exactly did he plan on doing with your soul?

"Don't worry.. I just want to have a taste" he said. 

Snatcher’s claw eased its way to your chest, and with a quick lift of his finger, a wispy orb materialized right in front of you, floating just over your chest.

Your soul was a light blue one; one of his favorites. His smile grew wide and mirthful at the sight of it.

The last time he had taken your soul out of you, you couldn't feel your body anymore. And yet you were still feeling normal, as if nothing had changed. This left you very confused and bewildered.

He noticed your baffled expression.

"Your body and your soul are still connected." 

"I didn't know you could do that?" 

"I rarely do this." 

You wanted to ask why, but before you could open your mouth to speak-

"Wh- ah~?!" 

-A sudden feeling interrupted you and something else came out instead.

Snatcher had taken your soul into his hand. 

And the soft friction of his claws against your soul sent shivers across your skin. 

"H-how..??" 

It was as if the feeling of his touch on your soul was reciprocated onto your body. But it felt much, much more sensitive. 

Snatcher chuckled at the little sound that had escaped you.

"Oh? What is it sweetheart~?" 

There’s that self-satisfied  grin of his. Oh. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

"You-you did that on purpose!" You whined, hiding your now flushed face. 

"Perhaps~"

He gave a little lick to your soul.

“Snatch-ah!” You tensed at the sudden feeling. 

"Hehe~You taste just like candy, you know~"

He seemed to greatly enjoy your reaction and chuckled softly, the humming vibrations traveling through your soul.

He continued to lick your soul more, enjoying the sweet taste, and greedy for more of your cute noises. 

You moaned and squirmed, you could feel his tongue grazing all over your body. 

This was so lewd!

How could he make you feel like that without even touching you??

"Tch tch ...I wouldn't move that much if I were you."

He tsked, poking your soul enticingly with his fangs.

"You know... these are pretty sharp... just imagine how it would feel if I bit into your soul right now ..." 

You stiffened at this remark and tried your best to stay still. There was no telling how painful it would be to feel his fangs with these oddly enhanced sensations. So you decided it was best not to test it.

"AHahahah! Good girl~" he cackled gleefully, studying the ruffled look on your face. He trusted himself enough to not hurt you. Then again it was way too amusing for him to spook you out a little bit. 

He returned to savoring your soul, when something caught his eye. He came to an abrupt halt when he spotted you biting your lip, trying with arduous breath to keep more noises from fleeing your lips. 

"Don't hush your voice...I love to hear my prey ~"

You trembled at his low, reverberating voice and your face began to heat up. 

Whenever he used that tone, it always made you feel weak... 

Snatcher continued to lick and sup softly at your essence as if you were a lollipop, not wanting to miss any of your sweet taste.

You eventually gave yourself in and closed your eyes, drowning in pleasure as Snatcher kept feasting on your soul. To think of how easy it would be if he wasn't controlling himself to just devour it whole right now, but he loved you so much. He would never want to hurt you. However, there was something else he was getting hungry for. And he wasn't going to hold back any time soon.

Your eyelids shot back in surprise- the next moment feeling snatcher's lips on yours as he started passionately kissing you. 

It seemed your soul had come back to its original place. 

"Thank you my sweetheart,"  he said, parting from the kiss "I feel a little better now." 

He softly kissed your forehead and helped you get back up from the ground.

He settled down to sit on his chair with you on his lap.

You tiredly rested your head into the fur on his neck while Snatcher reached his hand up to softly pet your head.

You fell asleep soon after.

The next day you woke, finding yourself alone on Snatcher's chair.

Seemed like the little tasting of last night gave him an energy boost to go hunt early. 

When he came back later, he had caught just enough souls to satisfy himself, which was a relief ...for now. 

Next time, when Snatcher does feel hungry again, he will probably ask for more of your help... 

You thought to yourself, after that, maybe you wouldn't mind that happening again.

[hostess-of-horror]

Kiss of Blood 🥀

A Vampire!Snatcher x Reader Fanfic

@tiramegtoons @darkmedolie @hotpinkboots @trashdork @thereaderinsertlady @lulu-baked-beans @lemonbaloni @minnesotamedic186 @medys-space

This is very, very, VERY self-indulgent – but I assume you knew that already once you read the title. Every day is a day closer to Halloween.

Content Includes: Suggestiveness and Blood Drinking

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The Snatcher could not help but stare.

There before him was his latest victim – a young, unsuspecting maiden, asleep in her bed. His eyes wandered the more he looked upon her. What should have been an easy task, just like the hundreds – thousands – before her, became a moment of pause. Her bosom rose and fell softly with every breath. The sheets cradled her curves; a sight waiting to be revealed. He felt his fingers twitch with anticipation, wanting to tear away the cover from the bed. As hungry as he was, his contemplation became desire.

He wanted to tear away at her.

The sound of her heartbeat grew louder. Each pulse made him salivate, swallowing and licking his lips in order to quench his thirst. He could not take it anymore. His claws reached over and around the maiden, clutching the sheets as he began to crawl. Her warmth drew him in even closer, her scent invading his senses. Whether it was her blood or her perfume did not matter – she was perfect. Addicting, even. He did the best he could not to give in and immediately feed on her. This mortal was a delicacy to savor, a work of art to admire for all time. Who said that you could not eat your cake and have it too?

And there it was. The maiden's elegant, swan-like neck.

The Snatcher could feel the blood rushing through her veins, just beneath the skin. Her soft, unbroken skin. Just inches away, his mouth held agape out of instinct, ready for the kill. His fangs ached. He was so close, so very close. He slipped his hand into her fingers and tightly grasped her hand. His cold breath – the shiver of hunger – suddenly woke the maiden from her slumber.

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You sprang from your bed. You had felt a creeping sensation and, once you laid your eyes on the creature before you, your instincts were correct. Its hand clasped over your lips before you even had a chance to scream. As you prepare to fight back, the creature wrapped his arm around your waist, sending an almost paralyzing chill down your spine. It hushed in your ear, like how a mother would quiet her weeping child. Your body quivered in fear, unable to struggle from its strangely soothing embrace. You felt its hand caress down to your lower back, the other releasing your mouth to trace your hair back. Its lips was so close to your throat.

“Shhhhh...” the creature shushed, “Quiet now... No need to fear. I am not going to kill you, my sweet.” Confusion flooded your mind. You opened your mouth to speak, but the delicate, tender touch rendered you speechless. A spell had been cast upon you, plunging you into a wave of calmness. You began to melt in its arms. “That's right. Relax, darling... Let me...” its voice trailed off as it buried its face into your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair. It let out a rumbling purr, exhaling in satisfaction. It continued, “You are so... Mesmerizing. You know that? I don't know if anyone has told you that. But that doesn't matter. What truly matters is that this king will finally have his queen.” Your eyes widen at its proposal. The creature then wrapped its snake-like lower body around yours, shifting itself and you into the bed. It finally lifted itself from your neck to gaze into your eyes. Its eyes shone bright gold, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom. You could not help but gaze back.

“You will make a perfect queen.” the creature wooed, “Such beauty must not go to waste. And your innocence... Oh, your innocence. I cannot wait to taint it, to strip it from your very soul. From this night forth, you will know luxuries and pleasures no other mortal has ever possessed. Our passion will be zealous as it will be terrifying. You will be a ruler among the darkness, and none shall dare defy you. From this moment on, you are my bride... My paramour... My equal.”

With every word it spoke, you became fainter and fainter. The spell had become stronger, making your head spin and float with ecstasy. This blissful feeling was surprisingly nice. The fear you had before dissipated into a warm sensation. Your heart fluttered as the words of affection echoed inside your mind. Within seconds, the idea of being the bride of a living shadow sounded lovely to you. Your head fell back into your pillow, unable to hold itself up anymore. The creature hummed as it delicately traced your bare neck and down to your chest. Your heart jumped at the touch. Its hands guided yours, gently motioning you to grab the back of his hair and spine. It buried itself into your neck back again, this time making the embrace more comfortable and intimate. “Good girl...” the creature purred softly.

The bite, at first, was painful, but only for a few seconds. You felt its body tighten its grip as it began to drink. Its tongue lapped your blood at such an excruciating pace, taking its time clasping its lips on the wound. Your breathing hitched, holding on to your newfound lover. This signaled the creature to go even further. With one rough sip, it releases its fangs from your neck, leaving you panting for more. You looked up to see its mouth oozing with crimson. If you had your sane consciousness, you would have screamed in terror. But instead, in your feverish rapture, you rose from your fainting spell and kissed him. You could taste your own blood on your tongue, but you didn't care. You wanted more. You craved more.

And, that night, your wish was granted.

[spectral-apparitions]

Hii!! I love your writing sm <3 This is my first request, so it’s totally ok if you don’t do it. What abt a reader comforting a sad Snatcher, maybe with soft touches and comforting words??

It's not unusual for you to have to search for Snatcher when you visit him by surprise. He has an entire forest to wander, after all. What concerns you this time is that none of the Subconites you ask have seen him for hours. The most they can do is tell you where they last saw him.

Eventually you decide to search for something you know the location of: one of his traps. Getting swept up in cloth and laying awkwardly in the dark is a small price to pay for finding Snatcher that much faster, you reckon. You know you won't be there for long anyways.

At least, you shouldn't. But a minute of waiting is too long for Snatcher. You tell yourself that he's busy, and wait for another minute.

You wonder then if something is wrong. And then you hear a rip and you're sent tumbling to the ground.

"You dare to- oh, it's you." Snatcher barely starts an introduction as you orient yourself. He sighs heavily. "I wasn't expecting you." His voice is dull, you think. Lacking his usual flair.

His smoke and mirrors act dissipates, leaving you amongst the trees of Subcon again.

Snatcher gets closer to you, hovering by your side. "Hurt?"

You shake your head no, brushing yourself off.

He hums in response. He's wearing one of his fake grins today.

”Snatcher. You’re not feeling well, are you?”

He widens his smile and waves a hand tensely. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, I’m just swell!”

You frown, hearing the flatness of his voice. “You really don’t sound like it. I can tell you’re not your usual self, you know.” You stand up, brushing yourself off.

Snatcher huffs, crossing his arms and looking to the side instead of at you. “Maybe not. But it doesn’t matter. I’ll make it.”

You sigh, stepping closer to your partner, just barely touching your hand to his tail. He shudders at this. “It matters to me.”

Snatcher’s voice softens and he sways nervously. “You don’t have to deal with this. It’s not a problem.”

”Please,” you insist. “I may not have to, but I want to. I don’t like to see you upset and I want to help you.” You smile at him when he looks down at you, patting where your hand sits. “We’re a duo. I want to face your problems with you.”

He grumbles, turning his head away slightly, and finally letting the smile go. You spot the faintest blush. “I don’t know why you bother with me,” he mutters.

“Hey,” you affirm, poking him. He looks down at you, and his eyes are a dull orange, wavering a bit. “Come here, closer.” Snatcher hesitates for a second, then bends to lean his face close to yours. He looks at you expectantly.

You raise your hand slowly where he can see it before reaching forward to comb your fingers through his hair. His blush is a little more apparent. You kiss him lightly where a nose would be. He looks somewhat to the side. “You don’t have to be composed with me,” you assure him quietly. “You can rant, cry, whatever. I’ll still be here.”

Snatcher loosely wraps his fingers around the hand you have on him. He bows his head. “You can’t mean that,” he whispers, voice hoarse.

“I do.” Carefully, you bring up your other hand to guide his head to your shoulder. Snatcher is cold, as always, but there’s something else, almost freezing, damp. You decide not to mention it in hopes he’ll let himself cry, finally.

Snatcher doesn’t quite let go, not for what feels like a few minutes. Then he finally lets his head fully rest on your shoulder, his hands clench your shirt, the quietest sob releases a few more tears.

You pet his hair again, run your fingers along his arm with the other hand. You don’t want to break this moment now that he’s starting to let go, but you doubt he’d really bare himself while still out in the open.

“Hey, love, hey,” he usher him. “Let’s go somewhere else? Your place, or wherever you go to be alone?” His grip slacks, but he keeps still. “Anywhere you want, alright? I just think you’d feel better somewhere private.”

Snatcher sighs, lifting himself away from you. “Alright.”

Snatcher leads you to an old building he’s made into a hiding spot, surrounded by enough “Keep Out” signs to deter even the forest residents. There’s a pile of pillows, blankets, and some other salvaged fabrics that you guess to be what he uses as a resting spot. It’s there that you end up cuddling your massive ghost, helping him settle in snugly and close to you.

He keeps his face hidden, turning away from you as he cries. You soothe him with slow, soft touches, and whispered words of “It’s alright.” It takes him a while to open up from quiet tear shedding to greater sobs.

 With a little bit of coaxing, you get him to tell you some of the troubles on his mind. He’s incredibly bitter, quite frustrated with the thoughts stewing in him. You try to listen more than say anything, hoping it’ll get him to let it out. And he does, picking up in volume and speed as he explains more.

He eventually stops crying, moreso rambling grumpily. It’s then you decide to interject with hushes and telling him what you think of the ordeal, making sure to remind him that it’s alright to be upset about it, and giving him affectionate words.

Snatcher finally goes quiet as he listens to you, flicking his tail and staring at a far corner of the room as he processes it all.

“Okay?” You check with him. “I mean you certainly don’t have to take any of my suggestion if you don’t like it, but I want to offer you my thoughts. I want to support you as best I can, alright?”

Snatcher hums, letting you know he heard, but continues to think. Eventually, he settles himself against you and buries his head against your chest. He brings his arms around you in a firm embrace.

He’s quiet, and still, telling you that he’s relaxed. But you begin to feel a fresh dampness on your shirt. “Snatcher? Are you alright?”

“You’re so good to me.” He snuggles you closer.

It seems he’s calmed down for now, but he’s not leaving your side just yet.