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brad dourif characters x f!reader headcanons: tattoo (smut)
ahh here we are again, disgracing the good name of brad dourif with this scandalous content. these headcanons are of fem!reader getting a name tattoo and was requested by @ayylovley i loved this idea so much and i finally got an excuse to get around to it !! this list only includes chucky, billy and leo, but i threw jack in as well because i love him 💖 hope you enjoy and thank you so much for reading. warning for smut, though not as smutty as it could be, sadly.
charles lee ray
romance at it's finest
(not to steal my girl tiff's look but it has to be a chest tattoo of chucky's name, right?)
he will go feral
What more could you do for him? You'd uprooted your life and bounced from one run-down apartment to another, checking off the 50 states as you went.
A year went past in half a second and suddenly you were driving down another high-way, Chucky's clapped out BMW rattling as it always did. Soon enough, he pulled into a truck stop.
This one was one of the more populated ones you'd stopped at on this particular drive. That is to say, it was more than a trailer with a burger grill. It had a burger joint sure, but it also had a 7/11 and gas pumps.
It was then that you saw it, a sign point around the side of the 7/11. TATTOOS.
Tattoos? Tattoos.
"Can we stop here for a while?" Usually your stops were in and out deals. Grabbing what you needed from the store (if there was one) and using the restroom before hitting the road once more, on your way to god knows where because you suppose Chucky will be damned before telling you any of his plans.
Chucky looks at you, combing a hand through his (much to your annoyance) slightly unwashed hair. "I dunno, we should keep moving..."
"We've been driving for hours," you complain, checking your watch. "It's almost three in the morning, can't we stop, just for an hour? You should get some sleep."
Chucky wasn't the best driver even when he was 100% awake. The last thing he needed was to total his car after falling sleep at the wheel. He scowls but concedes, "Fine, but just an hour. You better wake me up."
"Sure thing," you lean over to kiss his cheek before getting out of the car but he turns around in his seat, facing the window and pulling the collar of his coat over his eyes.
You sigh. You can't tell if he's in a mood or just genuinely wants to sleep. Either way, you get out of the car, shutting the door as softly as possible and - - double checking that he isn't watching -- turning to follow the neon arrow that point around the 7/11.
As you stand in the parlour, the room hazy with smoke and the floor sticky with god-knpws-what, you realise this idea might have been floating around your mind for a while. You almost instantly know what you want, where you want it, you just know that it's going to drive Chucky crazy.
You finish with enough time to stop for snacks before going back to the car to wake Chuck up.
"Baby?" you shake his shoulder gently and he starts awake, grabbing your wrist tightly. "Hey, it's just me."
His eyes wide and piercing, he lets go of your wrist and turns back to sit up properly in the drivers seat. "You got me some red vines?"
You had, actually, but instead you say, "I got you something better."
His eyebrows raise and, even in the relative darkness of the car, you can see his eyes twinkle with something like annoyance, but you know there's a sense of intrigue in there, there always is with him. To curious for his own good, you think. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." You reach up and turn on the interior light.
He squints against it, but immediately pries his eyes back open when you pull your shirt up.
There, on your breast, is a red heart, sacred with it's dagger. Above it, in surprisingly neat script is one word. Chucky.
He doesn't speak for a moment, he simply looks at the tattoo, vision slightly following the rise and fall of your chest. He leans closer, breath ghosting over your nipple as he inspects the brand f his name.
"Well, well, well," he smirks, eyes finding yours. "Isn't that just something."
"You like it?" your voice is shakier than you meant it to be, and your chest heaves more with each tentative breath.
"Oh, I like," His fingers, clammy from the heat of the car, skim over your breast, careful to avoid the fresh tattoo.
"You mean it?"
"Do you?"
For a second you don't know what he means, until h's grabbing your wrist again, puling you over to him and you settle in his lap, knees planted either side of his hips.
Before you an lean back and hit the horn by accident, he fumbles for the lever and moves the driver's seat back, giving you enough room to rock steadily against him.
"Yeah," you reply, "I'm yours."
"Is that so?" His hands slip down your sides and settle on your hips, grinding you own against him.
"Forever," your fingers ghost over his name.
"Forever is a long time," his hands move once more and slip under your skirt, finding the waist band of your panties and tugging. They come down to your knees and you lift up enough to get them off you, settling back down.
"Forever and always," you insist, leaning in to finally kiss him. He grips your chin roughly, guiding you as he wants while you fumble with his belt.
Finally you get it open and, mouth not leaving his, your shaking thighs left you enough to take him.
You groan into the kiss and you feel him smile.
billy bibbit
this is what kills billy off
he loves you more than anything and when you show him the tasteful tattoo of his name on your wrist he just about faints
(fetch the smelling salts)
he loves it, is amazed you would do something so permanent for him
in return he shows you just how much he loves you *wink wink*
It took a while for the thought to even cross your mind.
There weren't many grand gestures involved in yours and Billy's relationship. No, no, it was much more about the little things. How he made you a cup of tea every morning and how you brought him home books from the second hand store and how you could sit on the couch and stroke his hair whist it poured with rain in the Oregon springtime.
But it had been years and you decide to up the ante for your "little gestures".
You find a nice place and go in on a whim, getting the tattoo then and there.
Billy. Written in neat script over the pulse point in your wrist.
When you get home you try to hide it as you put away the groceries that you had actually left the house for.
Billy is sat in the living room, reading. He read a lot.
"Hey," you start, falling onto the couch beside him.
He absently pulls you towards him, eyes still skimming over the page as he places a kiss to your temple. "A-Angel."
"I have something to show you," you half-whisper, an excited smirk pulling at your features.
He raises and eyebrow, the nervousness that inevitably rises in him at such an ominous comment being quelled by your smirk. "O-Oh yeah, what i-i-is it?"
Pulling your sleeve you, you hold your write out to him. The tattoo is still slightly red around the edges, but it's very clearly distinguishable.
His eyes widen, baby blues glimmering. He reaches for your wrist tentatively, like he might hurt you.
You meet him half way, laying your wrist in his palm and he marvels at the script, permanently etched into your skin.
"W-w-why did y-you get this?"
If it were anyone else, you'd be upset by the question, but not Billy. No, Billy was genuinely just trying to understand why you'd get his name, something linking you two together, forever on your perfect skin.
"Because I wanted to show you, show everyone, how much you mean to me," you reply, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, looking into his watery eyes.
"I l-l-love you," his whispers, voice quiet and soft and so earnest you think you might start crying to.
"I love you more," you giggle, gesturing to your wrist and that draws a smile out of him.
"Nnno, you don't" he teases and leans in to kiss you. He taste like coffee and his mouth is hot against yours.
You feel yourself sinking back into the couch, your fingers that are tangled in Billy's sweater pull him down over you and he shifts, fitting perfectly between your thighs like you just know he was always meant to.
leo nova
domination and ownership is his thing
so if you get a tattoo of his name it is going to make him feel all sorts of things
which he will mask by being very smug and fucking you immediately
It's not his idea, necessarily, but you aren't 100% sure you would have thought of it otherwise.
He's thrusting into you hard, lips trailing from your jaw to your collarbone, tracing the line of fading hickeys that are already there. You feel his teeth and know he's going to leave fresh ones.
"Gotta make damn sure every knows who you belong to, don't I?" he says when you go to complain. "Gonna mark you up like this forever."
Okay, so maybe he didn't suggest it, but it was close to, and as you lie back in the tattooist chair, you smirk.
It takes so much will-power to keep him from finding his little surprise until it's healed; dodging him for almost a week and you're saved only by him having to leave town "on business" for a couple of weeks.
One night he calls late, saying he'll be home the next day and you spend the whole wait practically shaking with excitement.
By the time he gets home, you're so excited you can barely contain yourself as he empties his pockets, leaving a revolver on the coffee table and hanging his coat on the hook.
"Miss me?" he asks. He pulls you off the couch and into a kiss, one hand ghosting your throat, the other splayed over the small of your back.
"Always," you manage when he finally releases you. "And I have a present for you."
"For little ol' me?" he jokes, looking you up and down, hands drifting almost absentmindedly over you.
"Come with me," you tease, leading him to the bedroom.
He closes the door behind him and you don't hesitate in stripping off. You get down to your pantie sand stop, looking over at Leo. He's divested himself of his shirt, the gold of his necklace glimmering in the golden hour sun that spills through your bedroom curtains.
He approaches you, you retreat until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fall back onto it, him following you, the weight of his body pinning you.
You hands trail over the lithe muscles of his chest, gripping his arms as he kisses you again.
You can feel his hand inch lower, his thumb hooking into your wet panties and pulling them aside, enough to push into you then and there.
Freeing yourself from the kiss you whisper, barely catching your breath, "Wait, don't you want to see your present?"
"This ain't it," he smirks, though moves his hand away anyway.
You shake your head, hands leaving his skin to pull down the elastic of your underwear.
He looks down, between your flushed bodies and finally catches sight of it.
Just above your pubic bone is one word. LEO.
You swear you hear his breath hitch, and he looks up at you, eyes wide with surprise until a dirty smirk takes over his features.
"Oh, baby," His hand returns to your panties, this time pulling them swiftly down and you kick them away for him. His fingers brush over his name, a permeant mark on your skin. A brand of who exactly owns you. "I'm flattered."
"That all?" you chance.
His fingers stay hovering over the tattoo, put his thumb dips down, into your wetness and you gasp. It's barely been three weeks and you've missed him so fucking bad.
"You're a good girl, doing this for me," he leans up, breath hot by your ear as his fingers slip lower. "Knowing you're all mine."
jack dante
smug fucking bastard
there's no debate about tattoo location, it's going to be on your ass
wait a few weeks before showing him because he is gonna wanna palm it and you do not want his grubby hands on a fresh tattoo
Jack's birthday was coming up, or so he said, and you'd been wracking your brain for what to get him.
His interests were fairly obvious, his office being full to the brim with all the junk he liked to keep around.
But no, you wanted to get him something special. Interesting. Unbeatable.
It was a very stupid idea but you had nothing to lose, so with a few weeks until the big day, you book an appointment and give up any dignity you might have left in regards to Jack.
One ass tattoo later and you were questioning your choices, but when you look at it in the mirror you break into a smile. He's going to fucking love it.
Finally, the day arrives and it's been a real effort to keep Jack off you and preserve his birthday surprise. But, you did it.
So, when his hands are sliding up your thighs and beneath your skirt, you whisper, "You want your present now?"
"This isn't it?"
"Not quite," you smirk, pressing a kiss to his lips before you turn around in his grasp and, for once, bending yourself over his desk.
Automatically his hands move to push your skirt up to your waist, agile fingers hooking into your panties and pulling them down to your knees for ease of access. That's when he sees it. At the point where the curve of your ass meets your thigh. His name.
Peering over your shoulder you watch his face for a reaction. Eyes widen greedily and he licks his lips like the goddamn pervert that he is. A cold hands palms your ass and he hums in approval.
"Happy birthday, Jack."
He smiles, a smug, shit-eating grin. "All for me?"
"All for you."
His hands are cold as they palm the smooth flesh of your ass, his fingers gripping and clenching where his name marks your skin.
"All for me," he practically chortles.
Fast as anything his hand slides over you, thumb dipping just barely into you and you shiver.
His other hand retracts before a sharp smack hits your ass and he palms it once again, his name shifting and stretching as he pulls at your flesh.
His name. He looks you over, face slack with pleasure and anticipation and he knows he's in love.
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Leo grew up in one of the largest horticultural clans on his home planet. The clan’s main mission was to not only perfect the cultivation of the native vegetation but to create new hybrids of plants and food. Knowing there were potentially dozens of plant species to be discovered on Sim-Earth, Leo was the first to volunteer to make the journey and start his very own horticultural research project. It was a big responsibility for someone so young to take on, but Leo had always been one of the brightest alien Sims on his planet. Hopefully he will learn to adapt to the customs of the human Sims on Sim-Earth.
