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brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: marriage

marriage isn’t for everyone but if you did tie the knot, there is no way it wouldn’t be a wild ride with all of them, one way or another. warning for smut (mild).

charles lee ray

  • no one could ever accuse this man of being a romantic
  • (except he really, really is)
  • legally he doesn’t care if you get married or not
  • but you suggest it first (not a proposal) and you both mutually agree to it
  • then he sort of proposes (with a ring and flowers) after you’ve already agreed
  • if you want a legal marriage it would have to be before any of his murders are he is known to the police
  • (he’s already known for petty crime but getting married would really blow his cover if he’s already a wanted murderer)
  • you go to the nearest courthouse and have a bare minimum ceremony
  • he wears the nicest suit he already owns
  • and you go out and get a white dress that you could wear again to a bar
  • you sign the papers
  • then you consummate your love in the ladies toilets
  • whether you go on honeymoon depends on how much money you have at the time
  • either you go to a tacky wedding motel or you stay in and don’t leave the apartment for a week
  • either way you’re having a lot of sex
  • like seriously

jack dante

  • it’s hard work to get him to actually go through with the wedding
  • he is actually the one to propose to you
  • after sex of course
  • “babe, we should like, get hitched”
  • he means it, he does, but maybe in a more metaphorical way??
  • it takes some nagging but you finally get him to go down to the courthouse with you
  • there is definitely a legal/financial aspect of your marriage
  • like he may be the wild card employee but he gets paid ludicrously well for everything he contributes to the company (and to try and keep a little bit under control)
  • if something happened to him (and he has no doubt one day bob might just have him bumped off) he may as well give everything to you, there’s no one else for it to go to
  • neither of you dress up for the ceremony
  • but you do buy some tacky bridal lingerie to wear underneath
  • another bare minimum ceremony
  • it’s not your first rodeo doing it in a public restroom
  • it’s almost romantic, a repeat of your first time
  • the white lacy panties are surprisingly very appreciated
  • you have to convince him to move back to his old apartment together now that you’re married instead of hiding away at CHAANK
  • he honestly probably forgets you’re even married until you bring it up

billy bibbit

  • he proposes to you
  • one day while you’re at home on a sunday afternoon
  • lay together on the couch while you read
  • “h-hey, i h-h-have sssomething to a-ask you”
  • his stutters gets a tiny bit worse and you worry something is up
  • “l-l-listen, I-I rrreally love y-you a-a-a-and I-” he has to pause and collect himself
  • but you already know what he’s going to ask and you can’t keep from smiling
  • “w-will you m-m-mmmarry me?”
  • you throw your book aside and throw your arms around him
  • “yes! yes, of course I will billy!”
  • billy is a good christian boy so you have a good christian church wedding (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)
  • it’s a very small wedding
  • only your favourite family members and closest friends come
  • same with billy
  • he feels incredibly guilty for not inviting his mother, but he hasn’t seen her since he finally discharged himself from the hospital
  • you reassured him and remind him that this is the start of your lives together
  • he looks so dapper in his suit
  • you help him pick it out
  • he insists he doesn’t want to see your dress until the big day
  • he cries when he sees you walk up the aisle
  • loves calling you his wife, and you calling him husband makes him feel wanted
  • puts your wedding photo in every room and carries it around in his wallet

sheriff brackett

  • he didn’t expect he’d ever find someone he’d want to marry
  • (what with his last marriage ending the way it did)
  • when he realises he’s truly in love with you, and you with him, he plans his proposal
  • it’s nothing extravagant but it’s absolutely perfect
  • you have a romantic dinner together and he does a whole speech about how much he loves you
  • and you see where it’s going but you let him go on for a minute until you’re like “do you want to ask me something?”
  • he flusters about it but is very cute and finally pops the question
  • “i - sweetie, i’d be honoured to make you my wife, will you marry me?”
  • you have a church wedding (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)
  • close family and friends only
  • cries when you walk down the aisle
  • annie gets very invested in helping with the planning and is probably more bothered about it than either of you are
  • you have a (very) classy dress
  • loves that he can call you his wife now !! the sheriff’s wife !!
  • reception at your house, classic buffet
  • lowkey you both cannot wait untl everyone just leaves
  • *wink wink*
  • you do have a first dance in private though after everyone leaves
  • you’re both soft and giggling and the song is a cheesy love song but it’s perfect
  • your wedding night is the height of romance
  • your bridal lingerie really does it for him
  • what better start for your marriage than him making you cum so many times that you lose count?

doc cochran

  • you and doc didn’t think you’d get married at all
  • neither of you felt the need to make anything official
  • you both consider yourself as his common law wife anyway
  • but something happens (either you get pregnant or some unrest with the camp politics makes the future seem uncertain) you decide you may as well tie the knot officially
  • there’s no real proposal, he just sort of asks
  • you go to the Grand where E.B (being mayor) unfortunately has to officiate
  • you don’t intend to invite anyone, saying it is no one elses business
  • but people catch wind (i.e. al, trixie and jane, merrick, maybe sol and seth) and basically invite themselves
  • you wear your best dress
  • and doc doesn’t half scrub up well
  • Al invites you both back for a drink at the gem which you accept
  • (“only one though, al” “sure, sure, you gotta get back home - the marriage bed is waiting - I understand”)
  • the marriage bed is waiting though and you get kind of emotional when you go home together for the first time as husband and wife
  • funnily enough no one shows up at doc’s that night for treatment and you have the whole night to yourselves

grima wormtongue

  • it takes you both a long time before you admit your feelings for each other and commit to having a relationship rather than a friends with benefits situation
  • marriages move fairly quickly in middle earth
  • no sooner are you engaged are you at the alter
  • wedding is moderately fancy because grima is doing pretty well being the king’s adviser
  • few people actually show up who don’t have to be there though because neither of you exactly have a lot of friends
  • grima almost clams up when it comes the ceremony because he doesnt want to say all this personal stuff about how much he loves you in front of other people
  • but you both get through it and finally, finally you are properly married
  • he’s very emotional when you consummate your marriage but he tries to hide it
  • (but you know him too well)

tommy ludlow

  • he proposes one morning after sex
  • it’s only just getting light and you both have to get up for work soon
  • you’re still sweaty and his face is pressed into your neck
  • and in hushed tones you whisper back and forth
  • “will you marry me?”
  • it takes you a second to process what he said, “you wanna get married?”
  • “if you’ll have me”
  • you kiss him and whisper “yes”
  • it’s a church wedding for you and tommy (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)
  • he has a pretty big extended family and he has to invite them all
  • your dress and his suit are second hand
  • (because you’re saving for better things)
  • laura takes a lot of photos for you
  • including the classic confetti toss one as you leave the church
  • takes you ages to comb all the confetti out of tommy’s hair afterwards
  • cheesy first dance at the wedding reception
  • you can tell tommy is nervous so you joke around and make sure he doesn’t take it too seriously
  • when you get home? goddamn you ride him like there’s no tomorrow
  • (still in your wedding dress)

leo nova

  • it’s go big or go home with him
  • 80s fashion at its best
  • your dress is worth more than the rent on your old apartment
  • he doesn’t see it before the wedding
  • you’re surprised at how many traditions he sticks too despite him having the emotional range of a teaspoon
  • not many people get an invite to the ceremony but it’s a wild after party
  • like a bunch of coked out 80s gangsters ?? amazing
  • the honeymoon is next level
  • you go to some tropical holiday resort (caribbean, thailand or spain) and it is all sun, sex and sangria for two whole weeks

tucker cleveland

  • didn’t think he’d want to get married again
  • but in reality he just didn’t like his first wife all that much
  • takes you out to dinner and proposes
  • when you say yes he is honestly relieved
  • but because he doesn’t want to get emotional he calls over the waiter to get your free dessert
  • courthouse wedding
  • you do insist he wears a suit though and you buy a white dress
  • does the whole “just married” thing on the back of his truck
  • actually takes you on a honeymoon (sort of)
  • you go out of state and stay in a motel for a week
  • (vigorous sex ensues)
  • now you’re married good and proper you can be his good little wifey

HELL YEAH, MASTERLIST (brad dourif)

[masterlist of all BRAD DOURIF character fics !! anything labelled with * has mild to explicit nsfw content and prompt fills may be nsfw but contain the appropriate warnings on their own post]

Charles Lee Ray (Child’s Play (1988)) 

can’t stand to see him walk out the door

i hope the worst isn’t over (part 1)*, (part 2)*, (part 3)*, (part 4)*,(part 5)*

i want blood, guts and chocolate cake*

you can be my daddy*

anytime i know you’re needing*

miscellaneous

vain just like you * – nica!chucky

halloween prompt fills – (1)(2)(3)

winter prompt fills – (1)(2)

valentine prompt fills – (1)

Jack Dante (Death Machine (1994))

i see you only at night

any way you want it*

that’s the way you need it *

hand in mine, into your icy blues*

not that kinda girl*

boys and their toys

normally we’re making out*

all the other kids (part 1),(part 2),(part 3),(part 4)and(part 5)*

got the room to spare*

valentine prompt fills – (1)(2)

Tommy Ludlow (The Eyes of Laura Mars (1978))

baby, it’s okay, someday (part 1),(part 2)*,(part 3),(part 4)*,(part 5),(part 6),(part 7)* (part 7: alt ver.),(part 8),(part 9)and(part 10)

alright, hold tight*

halloween prompt fills – (1)

winter prompt fills – (1)(2)

valentine prompt fills – (1)

Sheriff Brackett (Rob Zombie’s Halloween)

it’s you and me

i waste my time dreaming of you (part 1)*,(part 2)*,(part 3)*,(part 4)(part 5)*

unwritten rule

halloween prompt fills – (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)

winter prompt fills – (1)

valentine prompt fills – (1)(2)(3)

Grima Wormtongue (The Lord of the Rings (2001 - 2003))

his same old safe bet (part 1)* and (part 2)*

valentine prompt fills – (1)(2)

Doc Cochran (Deadwood 2004 - 2006)

the ghost of you, it keeps me awake (part 1),(part 2)

valentine prompt fills – (1)

Billy Bibbit (One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975))

halloween prompt fills – (1)(2)(3)(4)

winter prompt fills – (1)

James Venamun “The Gemini Killer” (The Exorcist III (1990))

there’s no confessing of the sins

Tucker Cleveland (Graveyard Shift (1990))

valentine prompt fills – (1)

got the room to spare

a jack dante fic, requested by anon !! i’ll take any excuse presented to me to write about jack dante . using prompts from my festive prompt list because ‘tis the season . i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoy writing for him. warning for a little bit of smut (because how could i resist) and reference to christmas specifically rather than just 'the holidays’.

“I was thinking about going home for the holidays,” you say to Jack. You’re spending another long night in his office, tangled in his bedsheets with the slow and steady hum of the computer monitors lulling you into a drowsy haze.

“The holidays?”

You frown a little at his question, “Yeah, well, Christmas is coming up real soon…”

“Oh,” Jack replies, unusually curt as he keeps his focus on one of the TV screens.

The blue light is too bright for your tired eyes, so you pull the bedsheet over your face, “What’s wrong?”

“How long will you be gone for?” His vowels are long and elongated, his tone that of barely concealed upset that he only uses when he thinks he isn’t going to get his way.

“Maybe a week or so?” you suggest, shrugging from beneath the sheet, though you don’t know if he’s looking at you.

He pauses for a long while and you think that’s the end of it until he says, slowly, “W-When is Christmas, again?”

Surely he must know, surely he – “It’s next week, Jack. Next Saturday.”

You peel the sheet back from your face to see Jack staring at you, his pale face illuminated by the cartoon playing on the monitor he was sat far too close to.

“That soon?”

“Yeah,” you nod, sitting up. The air around you is cold on your bare shoulders but you barely notice. God, did he really not know? Didn’t he – didn’t he have anyplans? Where was he going to go?

“You do have plans for the holidays, right?”

He shrugs noncommittedly, in that way he always does when he doesn’t want to talk to you about something.

“Jack, are you really going to be alone over the holidays?”

He shrugs again but adds, “Yeah, I guess, I mean where would I be going?”

“Oh, Jack,” you clamber off the mattress, going over to him as he hunches further in his chair, rifling through his pockets for something to meddle with.

You knew he wasn’t very well… socialised? From what you gathered, from what you had seen, he didn’t have any family, didn’t have any friends.Now you thought about it, he didn’t have much of anything.

“You know what,” you decide, sliding into Jack’s lap before he can cut the conversation short, “maybe I’ll stay here instead, might be better than going home to my folks.”

“Parents suck.”

“Yeah, I guess they do.”

Over the next week you make subtle suggestions, trying to ease Jack into the idea of being with someone else over the holiday season. You invited him to your place for Christmas. It’d been a long while since he’d left the Chaank building for any meaningful length of time.

*

Christmas eve was something of an event, as you drove Jack home. He fidgeted in the passenger seat, switching between watching out of the window intently and fiddling with your car radio aggressively.

When you finally made it back to your dingy apartment (which, as bad a state as it was in, was still nicer than what you remembered Jack’s being in), Jack made himself at home. Trainers and coat left at the door, feet up on your rickety coffee table, the gun from his waistband abandoned on top of your TV.

“Nice place you got,” he comments, flicking through the TV channels at break neck speed trying to find anything that would hold his attention.

“You’ve been here before,” you remind him.

He shrugs, as noncommittedly as always. “I don’t remember.”

“Well, we were pretty preoccupied,” you said, coyly, leaning over the back of the couch to rest your chin on his shoulder.

“I remember that,” he smiles, a stupid, dirty grin that you wish didn’t work on you.

“Back at home, when I was a kid, my parents always let me open one present on Christmas eve.” It’s a plain statement, but Jack could apply any meaning he wanted onto almost anything you said.

“Do I get a present?”

“Have you been good?” you giggle, dragging a hand through his could-be-cleaner hair.

“You know I have,” he sneers, then looks thoughtful. Almost genuine. “Well, mostly.”

“Good enough for me,” you lean in to kiss him.

Kissing Jack is like having all the air sucked out of you. He’s quick and desperate and you don’t have even one second to spare to think about anything other than him.

You tug at his hoodie, pulling away just long enough to lead him to your bedroom before he’s back on you, and you him, cold hands pawing at you, clothes coming off not quickly enough to satisfy the need.

“You want your present?” you’re breathless, pushing him to sit down, to lay back on your bed as you work on his belt.

“Sure I do,” he’s pushing down his jeans.

You stand, just for a moment, to pull your panties down, before straddling him again. Icy fingers, fingers that don’t warm up no matter how tightly they grip your heated skin, grab your hips, pulling you down onto him.

You let out a groan, rocking into him. “Jack,” you whisper, and you can’t think about how perfect this is, even if you wanted to.

“Just what I always wanted,” he sing-songs, hands dancing over your sides before he settles back, letting you do all the work. This is his present, after all. The best he’s ever got, he thinks.

Willy Cartier for DIESEL | ph. Jack Dante

Willy Cartier for DIESEL | ph. Jack Dante


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