#Michael would need to ride it instantly

[chloesimaginationthings]

RIP Michael Afton, you would of LOVED Foxy’s log ride

[crackslashers101]

compared to what youve written about this could be a tame ask, but mayhaps pegging with slashers of your choosing?? love your blog btw :] <3

Pegging HCs (Slasher x AFAB Reader) 18+

TRIGGER WARNING(S): Scat, Necrophilia, a bit of Dub-Con

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the kind words! Asks like these motivate us to keep writing, so we appreciate it. We had fun writing this so we hope you enjoy! <3. 

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Michael Myers:

Michael Myers is not easily persuadable and will not simply submit to you.

He will expect an exchange or a return if you are going to ask to peg him.

If you get to fuck him in the ass then he is going to fuck you while you’re leaned against a corpse with him behind you.

It’s an equal exchange in his eyes.

He doesn’t care much for prepping because he’d want to get it over with so he could play out his fantasies when it’s all over.

Michael would let out a huff or a grunt often when your strap hits his prostate right. (He would never admit to moaning because of you)

His breathing would start to get heavy when he’s close to cumming.

He’d take the strap like a champ honestly.

If you have the Shape of Haddonfield in such a position, you’re gonna make it worth your while.

Fuck him in doggy style and put him in a mating press.

Do your worst and take in every change and scrunched up expression as you have him so vulnerably.

When his breathing is back to normal, he doesn’t waste time grabbing your naked body and hauling you out the door to look for a sad soul that happened to be out this late in the night.

Hope you like the smell of a rotting corpse :)

Jason Voorhees:

When you first bring up the subject of pegging, he’d be a bit confused on it and then concerned once it’s explained to him.

He’d be very reluctant to give in to your desires, but he would do it to please you because he loves you.

Jason would need all of the reassurances and prepping to feel safe with going any further.

A lot of lube and fingering to relax him.

You are expected to eat his ass out because it’ll both relax and turn him on. (You may taste a hint of shit)

He never expected to know how wide his ass hole could expand by just silicone alone.

You’d fuck him so good he’d literally shit himself on your strap-on dick.

Diarrhea liquid spouts out when he cums and you continue to pummel your strap in him while he’s shitting himself with tears in his eyes.

He would wrap his arms around your shoulders and urge you on to use his shit as lube and to jerk him off while he slams himself, riding your strap to kingdom come (literally).

Aftercare would definitely involve a lot of cleaning up.

Jason would be exhausted and not want to move, so you’re most likely going to be the one to provide in the end.

If he is feeling cuddly, he may hold you against him with the strap-on still inside of him and he will have a slow make-out session with you.

Jason will definitely want to do this again.

Brahms Heelshire:

He would most likely be the one to introduce the idea of pegging to you after seeing a porno somewhere and deciding to try it in your sexual relationship.

Brahms is a huge sub when you bring out the strap.

He would be kneeling down with his face against it sucking you off without breaking eye contact.

You can have him lie down as you deepthroat him and pull his hair back and forth while you slam yourself against his face. It would make him tear up and cum instantly.

He would suck on your nipples while you’re fucking into his hole with the strap. (Massive mommy issues moment)

You call him a good boy and it’s over because he will fucking lose it.

He’s  screaming “MOMMY” as he cums hard.

Brahms expects you to take care of him after you both had your fun.

He’s very whiny when you try to leave the bed.

He is going to beg you to top him more after this experience.

Thomas Hewitt:

In the beginning, Thomas would immediately be on the offense on the idea of you pegging him.

You would have to ask him constantly in order for him to even start considering pegging as an option (basically guilt tripping)

He would need a lot of prepping in the beginning and you’d have to spend a lot of time and lube gently shoving your fingers in his hole, spreading and widening it with your fingers.

He would only ask for you to put in the tip of the strap since he’s concerned and wishes to get a feel for it.

You lie to him as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear before ramming your whole dick into him repeatedly until he isn’t sure if he’s angry or close to cumming.

Definitely the type to bury his face in the pillow while you plow into his ass.

Lots of growling and gasping on his side.

He’s a bit mad you didn’t tell him you were going into him raw and impatiently, but he can’t deny the growing arousal in the pit of his stomach

You’ll know you hit his prostate when his growling turns into low moans and he is going limp against the sheets.

You would hear him give a high dog whine as he whimpers against you.

Thomas has a praise kink so you should constantly remind him how well he’s doing and he’ll cum much quicker.

Aftercare would come with gentle reassurances from your side and from a half awake Thomas.

Please praise him for taking you so well, it’ll make him feel so soft and loved.

It might be a while before he decides to do this again but, when you get him in a subby mood, he’ll be the one to open his legs to you.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent would usually be the one in control during your sexual escapades, but he couldn’t deny that he would dream for you to take care of him.

You would have to be the one to bring up the idea of pegging into your sex life because his ego would be too big to admit that he would love to see you top him.

You both would have multiple conversations on how you’ll get the strap when he thought of an idea that would save you both some money.

He would make a mold of his own dick using wax and body safe materials for your DIY strap.

You couldn’t decide whether that was the most egotistical idea he suggested or the hottest, regardless you agreed.

Even though he always wanted to try pegging, he will expect a lot of prepping because this is new territory for him.

Just fingering him would get him off instantly.

When you bring out the strap he’d be both scared and excited.

You would start at a painfully slow pace just to instantly fuck the lights out of him at a ruthless pace.

He would be your personal fuck doll as you force him into every position you can think of without any resistance from him.

Whether you had him flat against the sheets slamming behind him or forcing him to fuck himself sitting on top of your strap.

Vincent would drool and become listless with loud huffing and gasping coming from him.

You can gently tease him and tell him “You take your dick so well, don’t you?” and he would cum very quickly.

Aftercare would be expected from you because he would be exhausted. You should reassure him of how well he did and clean up for him.

He would ask you to do it again very often.

[strawberryfairi]

Shuji Hanma | Headcanons

★ When he flirts with you; Black Girl Edition❣️ ★ Fluff; Shuji being ridiculously chaotic and you pretending not to love it

💎 DO NOT let this man's looks fool you. Shuji is a cornball ass bozo! I said what I had said💁🏾‍♀️

~He comes across so intimidatingly gorgeous, especially since he's so damn tall, but he flirts with you like he's still in high school because he thinks it's funny. Just the most unserious man to walk the earth.

~ For example: "You got any bandaids? 'Cause I scraped my knees when I fell for you, baby." He murmurs next to your ear with a wide, prideful grin. You give him your best side eye for a moment, then walk away shaking your head, attempting to force your smile down so he wouldn't get boosted off your reaction.

"You need to go on somewhere with your goofy ass. That was even worse than yesterday." You reply over your shoulder, the amusement all in your voice as you kept walking.

~He would never admit this out loud, but he loves the way you always roll your eyes and walk away trying to hide your smile from him when he makes a move on you. He follows after you every single time.

~Honestly he can be like that annoying sibling that won't stop bothering you when he wants to. Turning your bedroom light on then leaving with your door wide open type time...that's Shuji.

~He will absolutely insert himself into your daily life, and do it without warning. He just...arrives. ~Does not care about your feelings on the matter either^^, if he wants to be around you he will.

~You act like you'd never give him the time of day and he absolutely, positively loves it.

~You have to give it to 'em, he's definitely persistent.

~He's never satisfied with his encounters with you until you're completely bothered and/or utterly embarrassed by him.

~Example #2: "Get back! Why're you always doin' the most?!" You rant, covering your face with hands to hide the embarrassment as you walk. This man Shuji had started yelling out Michael Jackson lyrics in the middle of the sidewlak all out in public like he don't got no damn sense. Acting like he's in a music video behind you, people start to stare and mumble discreetly to each other as they passed by you two, only making the embarrassment ten thousand times worse.

"JUST KISS ME BABY AND TELL ME TWICE, THAT YOU'RE THE ONE FOR ME! THE WAY YOU-

"SHUJI! I'm bouta call the police on your stupid ass! Stop! 'Cause you can't even sing!" You holler over him, trying to come across as angry and annoyed as possible as you continue speed walking down the sidewalk.

~He definitely noticed the wide smile on your face....

~No no, getting serious for a second though, he'll definitely come through whenever you need his help. Especially if it involves beating some idiot guy's ass that couldn't take a hint. ~I mean, he's goofy and wild, but he's always reliable.

~Speaking of fighting, he loves to show off his skills when he can. He knows he's a great fighter and so do you.

~He loves the height and overall size difference between you too, and will definitely flex that regularly.

~He's not one to get sappy or particularly emotional, but whenever you're upset or crying about something he'll cheer you up in his own (ghetto) way.

~Example #3: You sniffled a few times, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you finished ranting about your coworkers at your stressful job.

"Yeah, that's a lot. So...wanna ride?" He asks, his tone plain yet a mischievous smirk made it's way onto his lips. Your face instantly scrunches up in annoyance.

"Shuji! Why can't you just like listen and-

"On my bike, on my bike!" He chuckles, waving his hands in surrender as you smack his shoulder.

"Then say that, not 'wanna ride'." You scold, giving him another one of your classic side eyes. He knew damn well that came across sexual.

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon into night riding around town until you completely forgot about the stress of the day. It was a win-win in Shuji's mind. You weren't upset anymore, and he got to spend hours with the feeling of your arms wrapped around him for once instead of smacking him.

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🧚🏾‍♀️A/N: Ugh, I love Shuji, he's such a goofy, tall cutie.

DON'T STEAL MY WORK✋🏾🛑

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 43

It was just over halfway through the summer holidays, Claire and Loki had taken to living together like a duck to water. It was like they’d lived together for years, everything just flowed so well and they just knew it was meant to be.

Bat seemed ecstatic having Claire around all the time too, because of course having two human slaves to feed you and pet you all the time was much better than just one.

‘When is your dad coming to collect Bat?’ Claire called through the house to Loki as she snuggled said cat, before heading through to the front door to put on her jacket.

‘After he finishes work this afternoon. So she won’t be on her own for too long.’ Loki said as he brought their suitcase down the stairs.

He then headed through to say goodbye to Bat. Telling her that her grandpa would be along to collect her later.

Just as Loki joined Claire back at the front door, they heard beeping from outside.

‘That’s our ride.’ Loki said as he grabbed their case and opened the door for Claire.

They stepped outside and Claire waved at the group that was in the minivan. She was shocked to see Chris was driving.

‘Chris is driving?’

‘Yeah, one of his mates owns the minivan company, so he gets it for free as long as we pay for fuel and any issues we cause, of course.’ Loki said with a sigh as they made their way down the path.

‘You’re still not happy about going with him, are you?’ Claire said knowingly.

‘Nope. It will be fine once we are there, he’s staying in the glamping area. Says that camping in a tent is beneath him.’ Loki rolled his eyes.

‘Ah well, probably a good thing.’ Claire laughed. ‘I’m still surprised he’s joining us.’

‘The only reason he’s going is because his band is playing at the festival.’ Loki said.

‘His band?’ Claire raised an eyebrow at Loki.

‘Yeah, he sings in a band in his spare time. Not that he has much spare time. Just a hobby more than anything.’ Loki shrugged.

When Claire and Loki got on the bus, they both laughed as drinks were already on the go. David tossed a can of beer at Loki and Jessica patted the empty seat next to her for Claire, thrusting a can of a blue lagoon cocktail into her hands before her bum had even hit the seat.

‘Let’s go! Get this party started!’ David cheered as he leaned forward and patted Chris’ shoulder.

Chris shook his head in response as he pulled out onto the street. Michael was sitting up front with Chris, though he had a can of beer too.

Loki sat next to David. Jessica and Claire were opposite them, then Matt, Hannibal and Spencer were in the back row along with Hannibal’s partner, Will. Claire had only met him once before, but he was really nice.

‘No need to guess that Severus isn’t joining us?’ Claire asked as she opened her cocktail.

‘Nope. He never does.’ Hannibal drawled.

‘I think he’s spending three weeks at the cabin by the woods we went to during Easter. Think he liked the idea of fooling around in the woods.’ Loki laughed.

‘Typical.’ Matt chuckled.

Micheal was in charge of the music on the drive there, though he was pretty good at his choices. Along with the early drinking of alcohol, it got everyone all hyped up and excited for the three-day festival.

Claire was surprised to see that even Chris looked to be enjoying himself, as much as he could anyway since he was the driver. Though he did join in with some of the karaoke that was going on and seemed amused at the antics of the others.

During the drive there, Claire noticed that Jessica kept glancing round at Spencer quite often, even when neither of them were speaking. She noticed that Jessica seemed to have a rather goofy smile on her face when she did look at him.

‘Is there something going on between you two?’ Claire whispered to her.

‘Whatever do you mean?’ Jessica asked, trying to act casual.

Claire gave her a look. Jessica then caved instantly.

‘Ok, ok… So, we are kind of a thing. Though aren’t really telling people just yet.’ She whispered to Claire.

‘Oh my god, that’s so exciting! So happy for you!’ Claire had to contain her excitement.

‘Thanks. I really like him. We had a one-night stand about a month ago, then we met for lunch and it’s just gone from there.’ Jessica said with a dreamy smile on her face.

‘Does he know about vampires?’ Claire asked quietly.

‘No, not yet. I’m waiting for the right moment to tell him.’ Jessica replied.

‘Good idea. I have a feeling he will be cool with it though, he seems the easy-going type.’ Claire smiled.

‘Yeah, I think so too.’ Jessica said hopefully.

When they arrived at the festival, Chris headed off on his own to his ‘glamping’, while the others continued on to find somewhere to pitch their tents.

‘At least there’s a group of us, we will be safer.’ Matt commented as they passed by a lot of rowdy drunks already.

‘And don’t worry ladies, plenty of men here to look out for you.’ Spencer said playfully and looked at Jessica, who blushed a little bit.

‘I think it would be Jessica protecting him more than the other way around.’ Claire said quietly to Loki and winked at him, making him chuckle as he draped his arm around her shoulder.

They found a decent spot not too far from the entrance to the arenas, but also not too close to the main walkways so they were nearer the fence-line, where it would be a bit quieter and away from main traffic.

Loki and Claire were obviously sharing a tent, so was Hannibal and Will. Everyone was a little surprised when they realised that Jessica and Spencer were sharing one. So they had to tell everyone that they were dating. Claire was glad it was out in the open as she didn’t think she’d be able to keep it a secret once they had more drinks.

David, Michael and Matt had decided to share a tent as David had a large one with three separate sections.

‘No, that doesn’t go in there.’ Claire argued with Loki while they fought with their tent.

‘I told you we should have just gotten a pop-up tent.’ Loki huffed as he tried to read the instructions again.

‘That would be cheating though. Putting up the tent is half the fun.’ Claire teased.

‘Yeah, this is a bundle of fun.’ Loki huffed as he tried turning the instructions sideways to make more sense of it.

He let out a small yelp as Claire whacked his ass with one of the tent poles.

‘Oh, that’s how you want to play, is it?’ He growled and launched for her. Claire let out a squeal as she ran away, but Loki didn’t let her get far before he grabbed her and playfully bit at her neck, making her laugh and squeal some more.

After a little bit of teasing and fooling around, they eventually got the tent up properly. Then it was the task of blowing up the bed. They had a foot pump, so took turns doing it.

‘Is this even going up?’ Claire asked.

‘It is… slowly… very, slowly.’ Loki said after peering at it from a few angles to check it was actually working properly.

‘I feel like I’ve been pumping for hours.’ She sighed.

‘I know what you can pump for hours instead if you like.’ Loki said suggestively with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

‘Calm those eyebrows down, vampy.’ Claire giggled.

Eventually though, they got their bed blown up.

‘You better not pierce it with your fangs, or you’ll be sleeping outside on the grass.’ Claire warned Loki as she sat down on the bed to test it.

Loki laughed wickedly and tackled her down on her back, she laughed as he slid his hands under her top at her back and began tickling her. They rolled around for a little while, she tried to escape his long teasing fingers, but he didn’t relent until David shouted at them from outside.

‘Tents aren’t soundproof guys, we don’t want to be hearing any mischievous business going on. Or you better buy us all damn good ear plugs.’  

That made Claire laugh even more and Loki too, he relented his attack on her. ‘I’ll get you later.’ He growled at her and kissed her on the lips.

‘Mmm, that better be a promise.’ She grinned at him.

Once the group was all happy with their tents, they set up some chairs in the middle and had a couple of drinks before going into the festival arena area. There were some bands playing that night, though the main ones were on tomorrow and the following day.

They ended up meeting with Chris, Loki wasn’t overly fussed as he’d had a good few drinks so was feeling pleasantly tipsy and didn’t really care anymore that he was around. Since he seemed to be behaving, too.

There was a band playing on one of the smaller stages in a tent arena, so the group went along there and hung about at the back to enjoy the music and drinks.

At one point, Claire went up to the bar to get a few more cocktails for herself and Jessica, they were both getting through their drinks pretty fast compared to the guys. When she was waiting for her turn, a guy went up to her and she just had a feeling that he was a vampire.

‘Hello there lovely. Can I get these drinks for you…’ He trailed off once he got closer to her and she noticed his nostrils flare slightly, then he looked sheepish and stepped back. ‘Sorry. I understand you’re with someone. Enjoy the festival.’ He said politely with a nod and then walked away, with Claire not even saying a word.

When she got back to the group, she handed Jessica her drink then went to Loki’s side. ‘The whole being claimed by a vampire really does work for most vampires, huh?’

Loki raised an eyebrow at her. ‘Someone hit on you?’

‘A vampire was about to, but then he must’ve smelt you on me or something as he quickly apologised.’ Claire said in surprise.

Loki’s body relaxed instantly. ‘That’s how it’s supposed to work, and usually does with mature vampires. It’s the younger ones you sometimes need to watch if they aren’t respectful.’ Loki put his arm around her waist and tugged her in close.

Claire smiled goofily. She had a feeling telling Loki about that would get him all protective, even though he already did his job of protecting her just by having her claimed.

Chris was slightly to the side of the group, even though he was sort of conversing with David and Michael, he was also watching the couples of the group. He noticed the way Claire was clinging to Loki, also Hannibal and Will were pretty touchy feely for being in public. Even Jessica and Spencer were pretty close, the way she looked at him with adoration in her eyes…

He had a weird feeling in his stomach, though tried to push it to the side. But after a little while, he ended up leaving the group to see if he could find a woman that was drunk enough to lure back to his glamping tent for the night. For a warm body in his bed, more than a feed�� Though he would be kidding himself if he said he wasn’t going to feed from her too.

Later into the night, the group were all pretty hammered and right in amongst everyone else, jumping and dancing along with the crowd of people. When the music finished, it was just before two in the morning.

They made their way back to their tents and Claire was so drunk she couldn’t even see properly where she was going, Loki had to guide her back, even though he was far gone too.

When they got into their tent, Claire didn’t even take off her clothes, she just fell onto the bed and passed out instantly. Loki was able to take off his shirt but that was as far as he got, he collapsed next to her with his arm draped over her. He was able to pull their large double sleeping bag over them, which would do for tonight.

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The following morning, Chris woke up and noticed the girl he’d found last night was still in the bed next to him. He had indeed fed from her too, though he decided not to kill this time and just make her forget about the feeding part of the night.

He figured since she was a reasonably good fuck, he might find her again before the weekend was out. Even if he did feel like she didn’t satisfy him quite as he had hoped. He wasn’t sure what was going on lately with him, but any girl he fooled around with just didn’t satisfy him in the same way as usual. It was like there was a deeper itch within him that couldn’t quite be scratched.

Deciding to leave her there, he went to one of the nearest food stalls for breakfast and decided to order enough for the group. He went into the tent area B where Matt told him they were pitched in, and it didn’t take him long to sniff them all out.

‘Well, well, well. Aren’t you all quite the sight for sore eyes.’ Chris chuckled.

They were all in the middle of their tents, looking so rough. Claire, Jessica and Hannibal were lying on the grass, still in the same clothes from last night and they looked like death. The three of them had spent a while in the porta potties earlier puking. Michael and Matt were sitting crossed legged on the grass, with their heads hanging down and sunglasses on as they had banging headaches. Will, David, Spencer and Loki were sitting on chairs with big glasses of water, looking rough too.

‘I’ve brought some bacon butties for everyone.’ Chris said as he placed the bag down on the camping table.

Claire had never moved so fast in her life as she shot up and crawled like the girl from the ring across the grass to grab one. Loki didn’t have the energy to laugh, no matter how amusing he found it.

‘What’s gotten into you, being so kind?’ Loki commented as he eventually reached out for a butty.

‘It would be a shame if you were all to miss my band’s set. We’re on in four hours, so I suggest you all get washed up and drink more water.’ He commented with a little smirk, glancing once more at the sight before heading away.

Claire didn’t care what his intentions were, heck, even if a complete stranger had offered her some good greasy food right now, she would’ve bitten their hand off for it. It was just what she needed, she felt so much better after it.

‘I really wish we had showers.’ She groaned as she sat back against Loki’s legs.

‘Baby wipes it will have to be, love.’ Loki said regretfully as he slid his fingers through her hair, making her moan a little as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his gentle touch.

‘I hope you brought plenty of packs.’ She mumbled to him.

‘I thought you packed them?’ Loki asked, his fingers paused in her hair.

Claire’s eyes shot open and she tilted her head right back to look at him. ‘Please tell me you’re just joking…’

Though she could tell by the look of horror on Loki’s face that he wasn’t.

[rabbitholesitrippedon]

Time travel as a narrative device

Some writers tend to avoid time travel for being played out, or too complicated but i find that time travel fits neatly into the “useful plot device” section of writing, alongside quests and end of the world scenarios, for its ability to be a macguffin and a force to compel characters to act.

There are typically 3 types of time travel:

“Whatever feels right is right” “What ever will happen has happened” “Branching timelines”

There are some hybrid and spectrum types of time travel that mix these as needed but you can typically write a story keeping only one of them for consistency's sake.

”Whatever feels right is right”

This is the easiest type of time travel to write, it’s the kind that lots of writers use because it gives no defined rules, you just do what you think might happen and ignore the potential world altering consequences of those decisions.

A prime example is back to the future, Marty travels back and prevents his father from meeting his mother. In theory this instantly creates a paradox. Instead of considering the consequences of the paradox, back to the future instead gives Marty some coyote time to “fix” his mistake.

Another example would be Doctor Who, which regularly messes with the nature of time, maintaining the theory that certain fixed points pin time together, and everything else can be messed with to a certain degree. A prime example is the episode the waters of mars.

If you want to add some spice and conflict to your story without thinking too hard, add this kind of time travel. I find it rather boring, but my preference shouldn’t interrupt other people having fun.

”Whatever has happened will happen”

This is possibly the most difficult to write. It follows the theory that if you travel into the past, then you have already been in the past, any action you could possibly take is already accounted for and as such it’s impossible to cause a paradox.

The first example that comes to mind is ‘stealing time’ a short film by Alex Calleros and Michael Tucker. In the film the protagonist makes multiple attempts to prevent his mistake and in doing so only creates it.

Surprisingly Adventure Time has elements of this kind of time travel in the form of Betty. she goes missing back before the mushroom war, and when simon makes contact with her from the future, she jumps through the portal, showing that betty’s disappearance had always been due to the time travel.

This form of time travel is difficult due to editing passes, if you make a small change in the middle of the story, it must be consistent across the whole story. However this is my favourite kind of story to write because of the excitement of foreshadowing the truth while keeping the reader in the dark is such a fine line that’s a thrill to walk.

”Branching timelines”

This is easily the most complicated story for readers to understand. It heavily relies on the readers understanding the characters and their motives, so that the reader can have some idea of why something changed when the timeline branches the next time.

Terminator is perhaps the quintessential version of this type of time travel. The two opposing sides send back their agents, and together they create a slightly different version of history that plays out. We understand the dynamics because the motivations of each character is typically quite clear, so with each branch we can still understand the story.

A very poor rendition of this type of time travel is that of Bioshock infinite. plot wise it all makes sense, and it’s a thrilling ride from start to end. But players came away confused, and frustrated, this is because the characters would constantly change allegiances and motives throughout the story because of the changes brought about by the hopping of timelines. It’s all technically corherent, but it’s presentation didn’t help it’s cause.

Branching timelines is a wonderful way to avoid paradoxes and mechanics while allowing for more consistent and complex storytelling. It’s a very difficult system to master, but if you can do something good with it, then you’ll have my mark of approval.

Conclusion

If you think time travel is overused, or tacky, then you’re not paying attention. Time travel is never, and should never, be the core of the story. Time travel is just the vehicle that you tell stories through, like period, setting, and medium, time travel stories are and always have been about the characters and whichever version of time travel best highlights those characters is the kind of time travel you should use in your story.

[plainviewed]

Hellooooo :) For the sleepover asks: do you have any book/song/movie/tv/literally anything recommendations? I always see you reblogging cool stuff for different fandoms 🤭

Okay, I do, but this is the most random assortment of my recent favourite media/music, but hopefully someone can pick out something from this (And thanks, babe <3):

Books:

Wham! George Michael and Me by Andrew Ridgeley:

In 1975 Andrew took a shy new boy at school under his wing. They instantly hit it off, and their boyhood escapades at Bushy Meads School built a bond that was never broken. The duo found themselves riding an astonishing roller coaster of success, taking them all over the world. They made and broke iconic records, they were treated like gods, but they stayed true to their friendship and ultimately to themselves. It was a party that seemed as if it would never end. And then it did, in front of tens of thousands of tearful fans at Wembley Stadium in 1986.

Andrew’s memoir covers in wonderful detail those years, up until that last iconic concert: the scrapes, the laughs, the relationships, the good, and the bad. It’s a unique and one-and-only time to remember that era, that band, and those boys.

Digital Minimalism: Choosing A Focused Life in A Noisy World by Cal Newport:

Digital minimalists are all around us. They're the calm, happy people who can hold long conversations without furtive glances at their phones. They can get lost in a good book, a woodworking project, or a leisurely morning run. They can have fun with friends and family without the obsessive urge to document the experience. They stay informed about the news of the day, but don't feel overwhelmed by it. They don't experience "fear of missing out" because they already know which activities provide them meaning and satisfaction.

Now, Newport gives us a name for this quiet movement, and makes a persuasive case for its urgency in our tech-saturated world. Common sense tips, like turning off notifications, or occasional rituals like observing a digital sabbath, don't go far enough in helping us take back control of our technological lives, and attempts to unplug completely are complicated by the demands of family, friends and work. What we need instead is a thoughtful method to decide what tools to use, for what purposes, and under what conditions.

(I've been feeling burned out from tech lately with work, and I'm trying to pull back as much as I can from using screens every moment of the day).

Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands by Kate Beaton:

Before there was Kate Beaton, New York Times bestselling cartoonist of Hark! A Vagrant, there was Katie Beaton of the Cape Breton Beaton, specifically Mabou, a tight-knit seaside community where the lobster is as abundant as beaches, fiddles, and Gaelic folk songs. With the singular goal of paying off her student loans, Katie heads out west to take advantage of Alberta’s oil rush―part of the long tradition of East Coasters who seek gainful employment elsewhere when they can’t find it in the homeland they love so much. Katie encounters the harsh reality of life in the oil sands, where trauma is an everyday occurrence yet is never discussed.

Beaton’s natural cartooning prowess is on full display as she draws colossal machinery and mammoth vehicles set against a sublime Albertan backdrop of wildlife, northern lights, and boreal forest. Her first full length graphic narrative, Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands is an untold story of Canada: a country that prides itself on its egalitarian ethos and natural beauty while simultaneously exploiting both the riches of its land and the humanity of its people.

(I had to go to Alberta to get my training completed, and I experienced a lot of the similar themes explored in this graphic novel. Might be stupidly Canadian for some, but a great graphic novel overall).

The Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America's Shining Women by Kate Moore:

Discover the gripping and inspiring true story of The Radium Girls, a groundbreaking work by acclaimed author Kate Moore. Immerse yourself in this compelling narrative that unravels the extraordinary lives of these fearless women who fought against all odds.

The Curies' newly discovered element of radium makes gleaming headlines across the nation as the fresh face of beauty, and wonder drug of the medical community. From body lotion to tonic water, the popular new element shines bright in the otherwise dark years of the First World War.

Meanwhile, hundreds of girls toil amidst the glowing dust of the radium-dial factories. The glittering chemical covers their bodies from head to toe; they light up the night like industrious fireflies. With such a coveted job, these "shining girls" are the luckiest alive―until they begin to fall mysteriously ill.

Songs:

You Deserve an Oscar by Matt Maltese

Love and War in Your Twenties by Jordan Searcy

Wham Rap! by Wham!

Everything She Wants by Wham!

She's Got a Way by Billy Joel

Movies:

The Wham! Documentary on Netflix was just a hell of a lot of fun, and inspired me reading both Andrew Ridgeley's memoir and get into more of Wham's music.

Good Will Hunting: It's the first time I properly watched it through, and loved it.

TV:

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds: I wasn't a fan of the first season, but the crossover and musical episodes (Plus adding James T. Kirk, spoilers), has really brought it around for me.

[5sosxqueen]

Luke's Surgery

< Part 1 , < Part 2 , ~Part 3~

Part 4 > , Part 5 >

I know... late again, but you guys get three parts. Like I said in the last part, there is Mashton in this fic.

Warnings: A interband romance relations between Michael and Ashton, concussion, injury, acohol/alcohol consumption, hospital, vomiting/emeto

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Feb 19, 2018

Word Count: 2359

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!!

Part 3:

Ashton's POV:

       After leaving the hospital I immediately went to our house. Unfortunately, I discovered the vomit at the base of the stairs, along with the blood on the landing. I rolled my eyes and cleaned both spots before heading to our bar, needing some good ol' liquid courage.

        I mixed up a beautiful cocktail of Scotch and Brandy. "Just one shot is all I need. Then Michael will know everything..." I said to the empty room before tossing back to mixture, burning as it slid down my esophagus and greatly warming my body. I took out my phone and turned it in my hand, contemplating the idea of telling him. One wrong thing said, one wrong thing done, it's over, my life ends there.

        Before I gave myself the chance to back out, I pulled up his contact and pressed call. It rang twice before I heard him answer.

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A- Ashton, M- Michael

M- "One sec, Ash." He whispered as he walked out of Luke's room. "What's up?"

A- "I need you to come back to the hou-" I heard the front door open and froze in place. "On second thought, meet you at Joe's house."

M- "Ash, I'm visiting Luke right now. I made a promise to him that I would be here when he woke. I can't leave now."

A- "I don't give a shit about some promise Michael. Get your ass over there... I told you I'd tell you when I was ready to talk and I'm ready now. I'm not taking no for answer. I'll meet you there, bye!" I hung up the phone instantly regretting what I had just done.

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Michael's POV:

       I could not believe Ashton just, flat out demanded me to meet up with him, even after I told him I was committed to a promise. 'Ya, you will get what you want Ash, but it won't be how you like it.' I thought as I rapidly grabbed my jacket and left the hospital.

Luke's POV:

       I opened my eyes, almost immediately rolling to the side of the bed and projectile vomiting onto the polished floor. 'Fucking concussion!' I thought as I grabbed my pulsating head. "Michael, can you help me please..." I waited for a response, but was met with silence. "Michael?" I turned my head a bit and saw that I was, once again alone in the room. "Ehhh..." I whined and spit the residual bile from my mouth and begrudgingly wiped my lips against my wrist. I had to temporarily shove my anger from being left alone aside. I pushed the call button on my bed and a few seconds later, both my nurse and doctor came in.

       "What can we do for you Mr. Hemmings?" My doctor asked.

       "I um-" I started, my voice muffled by my forearm. "I got sick on the floor. I'm sorry." I felt my face heat up as I pointed in the general direction of the puddle.

       "Its fine, it happens. We will have someone to come clean it. I was just discussing with your nurse about taking you to get that ankle of yours checked out. You think you can handle a small ride over to the physical therapy room? I just need to have you do a bit of walking for me, but with you having a concussion I don't want to risk you falling, especially on the hard floor."

       "As long as I have a barf bag on me... I should be fine. I still feel kind of pukey." The doctor chuckled lightly at my terminology.

       "Of course, Mr. Hemmings." He said.

       "Please, call me Luke." I corrected and he obliged. My doctor left the room for a second and came back with a wheelchair.

       "You know, if you are still feeling embaressed or awkward about getting sick on the floor, I have a funny story to tell you..." He told me as I got in the chair. He handed me the bag.

       "Oh really? What is it?" I asked as my interest peaked some. He stared pushing me to the elevators as we talked.

       "Well you see, my first day on the job here, I had to watch several videos of surgeries, child birth, and of course, what do when certain cases came in. Afterwards, I was told to go around and watch a few doctors to get a feel on what they do. I evidently ended up getting a bit of a sour tummy after watching those videos, but I complied. I couldn't say no to the people who were paying me could I?"

       "No, definitely wouldn't have been wise. Bye, bye job." My hand cutting through the air in a wave as I spoke.

       "Ya probably." He laughed. We pulled into the elevator and he pushed the button. The doors closed and the elevator began it's decent, making my stomach swirl. I opened the bag and waiting to see if my stomach would calm itself or if I would loose it. "Ya, sorry about that bud. You ok?" I shrugged, dreading the sudden jolt, I knew would come. I raised the bag to my mouth, knowing my stomach couldn't handle being jostled again. No sooner had I done that, the elevator jurked to a stop, sending my stomach rushing up my throat and into the bag. "So sorry Luke. Here, let me get you off the elevator and we will let your stomach rest." He explained as I wretch and gagged over the, half full bag.

      After a couple minutes, the dry heaving and gagging finally ceased. The doctor handed me some tissues he had in his pocket and took the bag from me and held it out for me to put the tissue into it. "T-Thanks." I wiped my mouth with the tissue and threw it away. "Sorry y-you had to see t-that. So what were you saying, before my stomach, so rudely, interrupted."

       "No need to apologize for being sick in front of me Luke. It is a part of my job, you know." He reminded me as he walked over to a bin and threw away the bag.

       "You happen to have any more of those on you?" I asked.

       "You still feeling 'pukey'?" He asked, stealing the word I used earlier. I would have laughed, if only I felt better.

       "Not at the moment, but I'm still nauseous as fuck..." He pulled one out of his, seeming bottomless pocket.

       "Ya, that's a concussion for you." He said, handing me the new bag.

        "Jeez, you a magician or something? I swear it's like you will pull a rabbit from that pocket of yours. Should I expect that?" He busted out laughing at my statement.

       "Wow, you'd be surprised at how much this coat can hold. You never know what I'd pull out from here next. I honestly just like to be prepared." I nodded.

       "Ha. Ok I'm ready to move again. You want to finish your story? It was getting my mind off of some things." I looked up at him to see him nod as he started pushing me towards the therapy room.

        "Well, let's just say my first day on job could have gone much better. Like I said my stomach started to hurt after watching those videos. They were graphic, really graphic. As I watch over these doctors shoulders I felt sicker and sicker. By the time my 'shift' was over, my stomach felt worse for wear. My supervisor decided to talk to me about how I did throughout the day-" my eyes grew wide, suddenly realizing where he was going with this.

       "You didn't..." I forced myself to turn slightly in the chair to look at him.

        "I did. I puked all down her front, and the floor... So when I tell you not to worry about getting sick on the floor, at least you know I can empathize with you." He said with a faint nod. "And at least you didn't vomit all over your boss... Alright we are here." He pushed me in toward the center of the room, where it was padded. "So all I need you to is stand for now. I'm going to put the wheelchair over there." I nodded and started to get up off the chair.

       "Ehhhhh.... Mmmmn, ah ow." Even moving my ankle hurt. I was terrified of walking on it, especially after falling downstairs because of it. As soon as I stood up and put pressure on it, I was on my knees in a fit of tears.

        "Luke! Whoa, hey, what happened?" My doctor rushed back over to me and wrapped an arm around me, to both, keep me stable and comfort me.

      "I-I-I c-can't put-t any pre-presure on my ankle... It h-hurts so fucking much!" I let out a shrill cry as my ankle seared with the worst pain imaginable.

      "I'm going to need to look at your ankle. I'm sorry this is going to hurt. I'm going to have to move it around to get a proper diagnosis." I nodded and bit down on my arm. I knew it was dumb to do, but I didn't know what else to do. I just wanted this pain to stop. He began by lifting my leg and looking at the back of my ankle.

       "Red and inflamed, hmmmm." He then rolled my foot around, causing me to partially fail at muffling a scream. After torturing me for a good few minutes, he finally put my leg down. "Ok Luke the worst is over. Im going to need you to tell me what type of pain this is."

       "I feel like a mussle is being ripped on half... Fuck, that hurt so much." I explained, letting a manly tear fall.

       "Well I'm afraid that might be exactly what's happening." I looked at the doctor bug eyed. I had not been expecting that.

       "What do we do for that?" I asked just wanting this to be over.

       "Well, first I need to get give you and ultrasound on it. Unfortunately, if this is the case, the only thing we can do at this point is surgery. After surgery, you will have a cast for a given number of weeks and you will have to use crutches." I sighed. I'm not currently trusting the rest of the band to help me at this point, not like they would anyways. 'Management is going to be so pissed...' I mentally signed.

       He helped me back into the wheelchair and back to the room, thankfully with no more incidents. He brought the ultrasound machine into my room. "Well, it looks like I was right, only it isn't ripping, it's already torn. Hence the reason you can't walk without excutiating pain. Well actually, let me rephrase that. That's why you can't walk at all." He looked at me. "I'll get you taken care of. I'll talk to a surgeon now and see about getting you in as quickly as possible, so you can get back to work sooner. And the good thing is, your head seems to be ok now. You will be feeling a bit sick for a few days, but that should ease up. The surgery is outpatient so you can go home afterwards." He said smiling and I internally groaned. I had no idea how I was getting home. The last thing I wanted to do was call any of the lads, with how they've been acting.

Calum's POV:

       To say I was confused, would have been an understatement. Just two minutes after I walked back into the house Ashton bolted out the door. I was happy upon seeing he had cleaned up the soiled floor though. I decided to go up to my room, vaguely wishing I didn't have to climb the stairs, my brain replaying the scene from earliers events. I just want to talk to my mom and cry. I miss my family so much. For the past several weeks I've been trying to hide the endless sadness and hurt, staying an ocean away from my family has caused. Tonights events have me so shaken and the guilt is eating me away.

Michael's POV:

       I arrived at Joe's house, where the latest party was being held, and saw Ashton standing on the grass. I stomped over to him. "What the he'll is your problem Ashton?" He put his hands up and took a defensive stance.

       "Please, let me explain before you yell at me or try to throw a punch." He begged.

      "Fine, but I am this close to doing both." Holding a pinched sign up. (AN: I hope that made sense. I felt like it didn't. Sorry XD)

      He began to get antsy and started to shake in anticipation. "Michael, I-I" He took a very shakey breath. "I like you! I have for several years... I might honestly even go so far as to say, I love you. I am sorry for acting like an ass-hat earlier, but it was from nerves. Michael, please don't hate me... I don't think I could live with myself if you do. I love you so much..." He crashed to his knees, clutching his shoulders and rocked back and forth. I was brought aback by what he had said. I was expecting him to say he was wanting to quit the band or something, the last thing I was expecting was a confession from my best friend.

       "You couldn't have at least picked a better time for this?" I chuckled, the anger I felt, slowly dissipating. He looked up at me with a tear stained face.

       "What...? You're not mad at me? You're not going to bite my head off? You don't hate me?" He pounded me with questions. I took his hand and got him onto his feet.

       "Oh I'm pissed as hell, but no, I wont kill you, nor do I hate you. I'm going to need some time to clear up my head. Well, while we are here, would you like to party?" He smiled and wiped away his tears and nodded. I brought him into a hug. We quickly went into the house and partied up until they cleared the house.

[birdlungg]

Tommy, Jason, Michael, dbd Ghostface + the sinclairs and how they'd take to face sitting >:D

Y'ALL ARE ON POINT W THESE LATELY

Thank you for adding my Sinclair boys

headcanons and blurbs again!

NSFW

Thomas

This boy LIVES to please he's the first one laying down for you on god,,,

Since he doesn't have a nose he has to make up for stimulation with some fancy tongue work

Would not think of it himself so you'll have to be the one to recommend it

"I want to try something," you tell him one night after some making out and heavy petting. He looks confused as you mount him and straddle his chest but starts to understand once his eyes lock on your cunt above his face. He starts off slow and hesitant but really gets into it as you grind on his face. You come quickly and move to get off of him, but he quickly grabs your waist and pulls you back down.

Seems he has a new favorite position.

Jason

I believe that Jason is a pussy eating champ once he gets the hang of it

Also a pleaser so he will want to do this often

also needs a little encouragement at first but practice makes perfect!

You've just finished sucking him off (which you both really enjoy) when he makes it apparent he wants to return the favor. You're always open to the idea, but tonight you want something different. He's still laying on his back so it's very easy to just crawl over him and place yourself where you want. His hands instantly come up to help you ride his face.

He will definitely be wanting to do this anytime he can.

Michael

rarely gives in and says yes to face sitting but enjoys it

prefers 69-ing so he can get some as well but it is what it is!

He's fingering you roughly as he tongues your nipples, and you blurt that you've been wanting to sit on his face. He stops completely and thinks about it for a moment, and then manhandles you atop his face after flipping himself over. Even though he's never done it in this position before, he knows those spots that make you sing. He has you coming quicker than usual.

You get flipped over and stuffed full of his cock before you even fully recover.

Danny

will be into it but mean

uses it as a bargaining tool in my opinion,,

like ill let you ride my face is you let me fuck your ass or when you're crying from overstimulation

He's the one that brings it up at first, while you're tied up and at his mercy. You're already overstimulated and tearing up from the sensations racking your body. You're untied from the headboard and he pulls your limp body into his face. You try to move off of him because it's too much but he won't let you. He moves you long enough to tell you that you can still use your safe word if you feel like chickening out.

You both know you won't, so you let him take over once more.

Bo

won't admit but LOVES facesitting

pussy eating champ runner up

I think he likes to pretend he's a big tough guy but deep down,,,, SIMP

you do have to suck his dick in exchange but honestly, that's just business babey

He comes down your throat with a grunt and watches you with a sleazy grin as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. He kisses you as you stand, not caring about the taste, and says "I wanna eat your pussy, baby."

He saunters his way over to the bed and lays down, his cock hardening again as he looks at you. You make your way over and go to straddle his waist to continue your night but he shakes his head.

"No, I said I wanted to eat your pussy. Get the fuck up here."

Vincent

has no idea wtf he's doing but very willing to learn

favorite position because he gets to please you and you don't have to look at his face

win/win! (for him at least)

He doesn't like to take his mask off often but does so because he loves to eat you out. He's obsessed with your taste, and would often forgo his own pleasure to focus on yours. So when you bring up the idea he's very hesitant but wants to please you over anything. You sit on his face gingerly, easing him into it. He fumbles a bit at first but grips your ass in his hands and goes to town. You come hard, and feel something hit your back and turn to find that he came just from eating you out.

Just wait until you recommend 69-ing.

[playgroundfadings]

i saw your post about the slashers playing just dance, and jasons got me thinking about: what if the slashers came home to you singing along pretty vulgar songs? like cupcakke- i just think it would be funny

saijfdhfdu pls this has me wheezing just thinking about their reactions. I hope you will enjoy this honey boo <333

TW: not beta read, cursing and slightly NSFW (songs lyrics).

|| Reacting to their SO singing vulgar songs || 

Featuring Michael, Thomas, Brahms, Jason and Yautja

Michael Myers

After a long day of work, you’re finally relaxing with some wine and music in the background. Anaconda by Nicki Minaj starts playing, and you’re singing along.

Normally, Michael would already be gone by this time, so you gave your all in this performance, believing you’re alone.

It just so happen that Michael makes himself known right as the lyrics ‘’this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles’’ comes. 

And now that just catch his attention. The rest of the lyrics are vulgar at best, and he scoffs. 

You nearly jump off your skin, because you never heard him enter the living room. Lowkey ashamed he heard you sing.

Michael doesn’t care what kind of song you listen to, really. But he will tease you.

Thomas Hewitt

For the sake of this, let’s say the movie happened in recent years, because I don’t know songs from the 70s.

You’ve always appeared to be such a soft, calm person. Someone who could do no wrong.

So when Thomas comes up from the basement after hearing your voice, curious about you were doing, what he hears makes him pause.

This can't be right, you would never say things like that.

‘’My B-I-T-C-H is on my dick like this’’ and you even give a little hip thrust in the air.

That’s something he expects from Hoyt, not from you.

Then you jump and yelp when you notice Thomas, who’s staring at you with eyes the size of saucers.

Has to wrap his mind around the fact you’re not as innocent as he believed. 

Brahms Heelshire

It was an honest mistake from your part. You should have introduced Brahms to more modern music. So you don’t really blame him for his reaction when he caught you singing Need to know by Doja Cat.

‘’I heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten’’ what friend??? Which dick????

Brahms will instantly believe you’re talking about Malcolm. To his knowledge, the delivery boy is the only other man around you.

‘’Are you cheating on me??’’ ‘’Huh?’’ 

Ensue a series of questions, until you realize what he’s talking about.

Making him listen to the song is quite an experience. A mix of intrigue, horror and disgust plays in Brahms’ eyes.

Let’s say he’s not a fan of crass songs, but he wouldn’t mind trying some of the stuff mentioned in the lyrics with you.

Jason Voorhees

The first time he heard you sing CPR by Cupcakke, he nearly had a heart attack.

‘’TIGHT AS A VIRGIN BOY DON’T GET NERVOUS TIIIIIGHT’’

What do you mean, you save dick by giving it CPR??? 

Will rush to the radio to either turn down the volume, or completely shut down the device. 

In his eyes, you are perfect. An angel sent from heaven. So hearing such crude words from you gives him whiplash. 

He will never stop you from doing things you enjoy, but he might ask you to not blast such songs in the cabins.

Or, at the very least, wear headphones.

Yautja (predator)

The human language is way too complicated in his opinion. 

But he does find it interesting how many words can be used to reference something.

Especially when you scream ‘’I WANT YOU TO PARK THAT BIG MACK TRUCK RIGHT IN THIS LITTLE GARAGE’’ at the top of your lungs while doing the dishes.

And how mortified you look when you realize he’s been standing right behind you all this time while you gave your best performance of WAP. 

Male Yautjas can be crude amongst themselves, so he really doesn’t blame you for the vulgarities you sing.

Though, your mate will probably poke fun at you and the song’s silly lyrics.

[casualpersonapersonpeach]

Road trips with the slashers

Im going to make a camping altogether as part two/ follow up for this one lol. I'll edit here in the author's note when I publish it. Also I'm imagining this as all the slashers packed in a van together and you are having a road trip with them. Idc if it's unrealistic 😭.

Also we love Brahms pls don't take this as Brahms slander. He's just an acquired taste to the slashers i guess 😭

Michael Myers

Michael would be a great person to sit next to during a road trip, if you prefer silence. If you are the type of person who doesn't want to be bothered, you're in luck! Michael keeps to himself during road trips.

Michael will simply be sneaking candy through his mask and eating the entire time.

The only time he might bother you though is if he's run out of candy and spots some in your hand. It's basically his now. You're not gonna see that candy again 😭.

Is ready to fight anybody in the car who disturbs him.

Jason Voorhees

If you get a lot of car anxiety, or sleepiness jason is the perfect man to sit next to.

He will be constantly comforting/ grounding you if you panic on long journeys. You can fall asleep on him too. He will be a bit flustered though lol.

Jason will make sure the other slashers won't annoy you or make you feel any more distressed. Jason will bring anything with him that helps make your journey easier.

Jason will put in earphones to signal he doesn't want to be disturbed by anybody if he isn't seated with you. He won't put them in, in case you need to talk to him.

- keeper of snacks and has to fight Michael off.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent likes to read and sleep a lot during car rides. If you're looking for an easy going car buddy, Vincent is a good choice to sit next to.

Vincent doesn't get annoyed easily so somehow during road trips, all the chaos going on doesn't phase him much. He just stays out of it.

Vincent has a sketch book intended for long car rides. He'll shyly be drawing you in his book. He thinks you look so sweet.

You two definitely fall asleep on each other after an hour in.

Bo Sinclair

Bo is a surprise each time you go on a trip with him. He's either very protective of you with the other slashers around. Or he just loves to annoy you.

He'll tease you heaps in the car if you're sleepy. He thinks it's funny but cute at the same time. If you don't have enough patience to deal with that during the ride (fair enough), simply put your earphones in and he'll get the memo.

Bo will try to talk to the other slashers in the car. Do not sit Daniel and Bo together, they both have god complexes 💀.

Bo passes out not long after you do (he talks such a big game). He's instantly snoring, mouth open and spreading his legs, taking up space 😭.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is one of the most pleasant out of the men to sit with in a car ride. Tell him right before the ride if you're in a good mood or not, Lester will cater to it.

Lester likes to play Nintendo switch 💀 he's invested in mario kart and animal crossing. He definitely let's Bubba share his nintendo with him.

Bubba and Lester enjoy sitting next to each other so they can also play mario kart together. They will be a bit loud out of friendly competition, so tell them to be quiet if necessary.

If needed, he will drive since he's a good driver.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is an absolute delight and he will comfort you as well if you need it. He will absolutely refuse to sit next to brahms because he won't shut the fuck up 😭. (We love Brahms it's ok) it's just too much for Thomas.

Thomas has car anxiety himself so he just finds it agitating hearing too much talking at once. He'll be ok, he just wants quiet. Comfort him if you can please!

Thomas struggles to fall asleep in cars, so he brings fidgeting toys and a device to keep himself occupied.

Tommy is happy to sit with Leslie surprisingly. Leslie knows his limits and won't speak to Tommy unless he knows he's in a good mood. And Tommy likes that Leslie gets that.

Bubba Sawyer

Alternates the nintendo with Lester. Bubba will love to sit next to you if you'd like him to.

He'd constantly be communicating with you and showing you his progress on animal crossing. He's proud of himself, please praise him!

Will ask to play minecraft pocket edition with you and eat snacks. He brings you all of your favourites.

Will fall asleep on your shoulder after a while.

Leslie Vernon

If you feel panicked you can choose to sit next to Leslie. Surprisingly (or not) he will help you calm down. He is a tender man. He'll try to make you laugh too.

Brings his iPad/tablet with him and plays roblox natural disaster non stop. He has the game on a little too loud (Slightly).

Leslie is cheering himself on when he hasn't died 4 times in a row.

Falls asleep with his data still running 😭.

Jesse Cromeans

Jesse and Hannibal take turns driving. Jesse will sit next to you if you'd like (while hannibal is driving).

Extremely pleasant to sit next to. Though he also enjoys sitting next to Jason because he's not annoying at all, and is pleasant. He also is happy to sit with Daniel.

Jesse will be watching weird shit on his phone, not necessarily sexual, just weird. I don't make the rules. This is slasher territory.

Jesse will encourage you to fall asleep on his shoulder so that you don't hurt your neck. He'll rest his hands on you.

Hannibal Lecter

Take the aux cord away from this man if you want to listen to anything but classical 😭.

Enjoys sitting with Daniel and Jesse alternatively.

Of course Hannibal will comfort you if you need it. He is a professional after all, and he does care.

He'll wrap his arms around you and cradle your head into his neck.

He cannot stand brahms 😭.

Daniel Robitaille

Daniel understands boundaries completely and he won't do anything to make you cross.

Daniel enjoys sitting beside Hannibal in the passengers seat if you arent seated with him. Daniel and Hannibal have a lot interests in common- they love to talk about their love for art.

Daniel reads a lot in the car. If you want to chat with him, he's more than happy too. You can sleep on him as well.

He actually enjoys Jason's company as well.

Brahms Heelshire

If you like silence, this mf is the most annoying to sit next to. He'll be poking at you a lot, talking to you. He might even yank your earphones out of your ears 😭.

Is absolutely playing Minecraft on his phone. He thinks he can play survival mode, he wants to impress you with mining while monsters are out. But when you're not looking he turns it onto peaceful mode because he's scared of the monsters lmfao.

Brahms likes to sit with bubba if he isn't with you. Bubba doesn't get annoyed with him lol. Banish brahms to sit with bubba if you're fed up 😭.

Brahms is still lovely though, will let you fall asleep with him, wrapping his cardigan around the both of you.

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 9 (Part 2)

Elvis(Movie) x Black!OC

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Summary: In which Honey makes her decision

Warning: NSFW 18+, fingering, oral (f. receiving), racial issues, physical abuse, violence, brief mentions of a panic/anxiety attack

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“So, you’re coming with?”

I pause, throat tightening with reluctance to answer. “I’m still thinking.”

I don’t speak for the rest of the car ride, not a word said between us. Am I going? I don’t have much time left to think about it.

Michael stops the car, putting it into park across the street from the club. He leans back into his seat with a sigh, a sudden grim look on his face. “Honey, what’s going on between you and I?”

My heart stops. Shit. “What do you mean?”

He throws his head back against the leather cushion. “I’m not as stupid as you think I am. I know you don’t wanna be with me. My band told me what happened the other night. I tried acting like everything was fine, cause I didn’t wanna believe my own best friend would do all that behind my back, but after seein’ you tonight, I know they were tellin’ the truth.”

Oh my god. How much did he actually see?

I can’t think of any valid excuse, my mouth going dry and my heart breaking at his saddened face. “Michael, I’m so sorry. Everything became so complicated and I never meant to hurt you in the process. You don’t deserve to go through all this.”

He bites his cheek, shaking his head in disappointment. “I trusted you, Honey. I thought you were better than this.”

I reach my hand out for his. “I swear I never meant for things to get so out of hand. I just wanted to have everything figured out, but I didn’t know what I wanted and I kept telling myself to want you, but- I just- I never really saw you as my type, I guess.” I cringe immediately as the words leave my mouth. Way to be brutally honest, Honey.

Now his whole facial expression changes. He sits up, glaring over to me sternly with a new found anger flaring up in his eyes. “Oh? And just what is your type, huh? White boys?”

My brows furrow together, taken aback by his response. His words are overstepping multiple line no matter how long I’ve known him and I definitely don’t like his tone either. “And what does it matter to you?” I ask, voice dripping in irritation.

He scoffs loudly. “What’s it matter to me?! You think I ain’t noticed how you colored girls act around Elvis? He ain’t even half the man I am, but y’all don’t give a damn. He gets on stage, sings out songs, does our dances, and y'all cream in your seats.” I gasp, disgusted at his sudden vulgarness, but he only continues. “It matters that these string bean white boys are taking away our finest women like they own them.”

I sneer at his last comment. “You don’t own us either!” I step out of his car in a fit of rage. “And what us ‘colored women’ find pleasure in is not my fault and clearly nothing you’re able to provide for us!” I slam the door to put all the more attitude into my last statement, then stomp my way down the sidewalk. I can’t even stand to look at him anymore.

“God dammit,” he mumbles from behind me, jumping out of the car as well. “Somethin’ gotta be wrong when your own kind starts defending whites like that. I knew you weren’t enough of a sister!”

I stop dead in my tracks. There it is. He’s using my biggest insecurity against me and he knows it. He knows it! That sentence alone is enough to trigger my fight mentality instantly.

I spin around, marching right up to him. “You are the last person I need permission to be black from. You think the color of my daddy makes me any less black to these cops out here? Hmm? They don’t care how dark, as long as it’s darker than them, so quit actin’ like I don’t understand real struggle. I have my own set of problems that you could never comprehend, because at the end of the day, under all that black skin, you’re still a man. And I defend him because I love him!”

His eyes widen, a smile finding my words entertaining. “Oh? So, you in love now, huh? Is that what this is? Love?” His voice drops tauntingly low and quiet toned. “That boy don’t want nothin’ but a little tail before he leaves you behind like all them other girls.”

Without thinking, i slap him across the face, not feeling even the slightest amount of regret in my actions. “Elvis is more of a man than you’ll ever be.” I could spit on him, I feel so lost in my hatred right now.

But he reacts quickly, pushing me against the wall of the nearby building by my throat. “After everything I did for you, you still choose that bastard. I gave you a start. You’d be nothing without me.”

I push and kick him until he stumbles backwards. I take a second to catch my breath, holding my beating chest in shock while he straightens himself out.

“You’ll regret not coming with me.” He threatens.

I huff, having nothing left to say to him, then turn to walk towards the club and hoping he doesn’t follow.

Once in the private stairwell of the building, I quickly scramble upstairs to the hotel area, not wanting to be anywhere near others right now. I lean against the wall and slide down it, still catching my breath.

I let my legs out of my dress, kicking off my heels as well to run my feet along the soft carpet, suddenly feeling suffocated in my own skin. I listen to the sound of the music downstairs, trying to ground myself in its rhythms and ignore the stinging in my eyes.

“-that gold dress. Can you imagine how much RCA would pay for her?”

“I’d have enough to get a Cadillac for each one of my bitches.”

A roll of laughter comes from downstairs, before disappearing into the club, leaving me with an uneasy feeling. I play with the hem of my gold dress in utter shame.

I got so caught up in recording a song with him that I never thought about him using me right back. He never seemed like that type of person growing up. I know the things I’ve been doing to Micahel are wrong, but I haven’t been doing them completely heartlessly. I really did try to convince myself to give my all to him and leave Elvis behind. I’ve known Michael the longest, longer than Elvis.  Even if we didn’t have the same chemistry Elvis and I had, I still trusted him and he used that against me. We shared toys as babies. He was there for me when I was heartbroken over Elvis twice now. He’s always been there. Even without romantic attraction, he was still a friend, and the little girl inside of me feels betrayed knowing my childhood friend saw me only as a means to pay his bills and feed his ego. I really am naive, aren’t I?

“E.P.! You made it out alive!”

“You know I always do, baby.”

All previous fear drains out of my body the second I hear the sound of his voice. My heart thumps, feeling airy in my chest. He’s okay. I crawl to the edge of the hallway to peer around the corner, feeling it’s too good to be true.

King’s about to lead him inside the club.

“Elvis!” I call out for him from my spot on the floor.

He stops just before the door, squinting around in a confused way to find the location of my voice. Upon seeing me, his appearance changes entirely to that of concern despite my obvious happiness.

He instantly races up the stairs towards me, racing out to help me off the ground. “Honey? Are you alright? What happened?”

Without thinking, I instinctively wrap my around around him. “God, I thought they’d lock you up. I’m so glad you’re here.” My heart beats madly against his chest while I hold him in fear of ever letting go again.

He chuckles against my hair, rubbing my back with his large hands that I’ve missed the feel of so very much. “Colonel’s holdin’ ‘em off for me. What are you doing up here alone?”

I don’t respond, only keeping myself buried in his neck.

He pushes his neck back to try and observe my face as best as he can, When he realizes I have no intentions of pulling away, he tilts my head up with his hand, so he can see me. “Hey.” He says softly. “What happened, darlin’?”

I nuzzle my cheek into his hand, feeling tears want to build up just from the gentleness in the way he speaks to me, especially when compared to Michael only a few minutes ago. “Nothin’, okay? I’m just sorry for actin’ like such a fool lately. You were right about everything and I don’t wanna be scared anymore because I love you. I always have and I’m tired of running from that. I wanna be with you and I don’t care what everyone’s gotta say anymore, as long as I know I have you.”

His lips grow into a wide grin. “So… no Chicago?”

I giggle, shaking my head no. “No Chicago. I’m not going anywhere, baby. Do you forgive me?” I give him my best puppy dog eyes.

He chuckles. “You know I can’t hold a grudge against you. You were always my weak spot.”

I smile before leaning up to meet him halfway for a gentle kiss. His hands travel in opposite directions behind me, one down the small of my back, the other between my shoulder blades, but both bring me in closer. I caress the sides of his face, reaching to rest my hand on the back of his neck, so I can pull him in for a deeper kiss.

He hums against my lips. “Let me take you home, darlin’.”

I kiss from his lips down to his neck. “There’s a hotel right here.” I offer, not wanting to wait any longer than I already have been.

He chuckles, tilting his head away from my touches. “I ain’t mean it like that. It’s been a long day for the both of us, I should get you home.”

“Well, I do mean it like that and I need you,” I whisper into his ear. I pull away to see his reaction and bite my lip when I do.

He looks at me with danger in his eye, and it only takes a few seconds of meeting my gaze for him to make his decision. “Which room?”

My smiles grows and I lead him to a room I remembered being available. Luckily, it’s unlocked because I didn’t bring my work keys with me and I’m definitely not scavenging around to find them now. I check to make sure the hall is empty before sneaking him inside the room. My hands shake with eagerness, fumbling with the lock. When I finally manage to get it, I turn around to face Elvis.

He stalks closer to me, his eyes like bullets and I’m the target. I press myself against the back of the door, anticipating his next move with a daring smile.

He grabs my waist, pulling me in for another kiss, deeper than any one he’s ever given me. We’ve had our fair share of needy kisses recently, but this one is of pure desperation.

I moan, realizing this is the first time we’ve been able to kiss in private and thoroughly enjoying being able to do so without watchers and judges. I sink into him, letting myself completely succumb to what my heart has been wanting to do since day one.

We spin around so I can fall flat on the bed, my blonde hair fanning out around me. He leans over me, the smell of vanilla musk drowns my senses, but I could swim in it all day. He kisses his way from my lips down to my chest, leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses along my neck.

He moans into one of the kisses. “You still taste like that bubbly.”

I let out a breathy laugh. “All thanks to you.” I go silent for a second before quickly and shamefully adding, “I liked it.”

He chuckles into my chest. “I know you did, baby.” He presses a hard kiss between the dip of my breasts, groaning into my skin. “You look good when you’re all wet like that, baby. God, you looked so sexy out there; drinkin’ from that bottle, no questions asked.” He bites down at the dip where my left breast meets my sternum, causing me to yelp out which he only smiles at.

“I can’t believe you licked the bottle in front of everyone.” I say semi-embarrassed, squeezing my eyes shut.

He reaches behind my back, grabbing at my dress zipper. “I’m not ashamed to show everyone you’re my girl.”

I smile at the gratification his words bring me. I’m finally his girl.

I arch my back in the air, so he can unzip me. Once done, he carefully removes each strap from my shoulders, one at a time, before standing up to slowly pull my dress down my body, taking my underwear with it and tossing both onto the floor.

I cross my legs, shyly hiding what I can of myself. The blue in his eyes disappear and his face slips into that of hunger. He runs his hands up the sides of my body, stalking closer to me.

Honestly, I have no idea what to do or expect. Sure, I’m not clueless, but most of what I’ve learned came from eavesdropping. Of course, Vickie has unfortunately told me ungodly amounts of her own experiences, though I have doubts most are true. At this moment, all I can do is trust him and my instincts.

On another note, I can’t even begin to explain how illegal every little thing we’ve done today is. Both of us know if someone outside saw us like this, we’d get arrested for at least four different reasons, but somehow the forbiddenness of it all only makes it that much more exhilarating. 

Gently, he takes my leg and eases it away from the other, exposing all of me to his waiting eyes. He takes a deep breath, then check back up at me. Once he knows I have no intentions of stopping him, he holds my hips in place, using the other hand to slide up and down my inner thigh, but never touching where I need him most.

“You don’t know how long I been wantin’ to do this to you, darlin’. How long I wanted to make you feel good.” His thumb grazes less than an inch from my core before pulling away, rubbing up towards my knee again.

“Elvis, please.” I whine out.

“What, baby?” He asks cluelessly, placing a kiss on my knee. Of course, he’s gonna make me say it. 

“Touch me.”

He backs his face away. “Touch you? I am.” He says innocently. “Where you want me to touch you, baby? Here?” He teases, pointing to my shin. I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “No? How ‘bout here?” His finger reaches down and tickles at the bottom of my foot.

I quickly retract myself away, unsure if I should start laughing at his ridiculousness or crying. “Elvis!” I beg.

He laughs. “Alright, alright, darlin’. Nothin’ to get all worked up about now. I’ll give you what you need. Don’t go worrying that pretty little head of yours one bit.”

He hovers himself above my pelvis, slowly bringing his thumb down to brush against my lower lips, then peering up to see my reaction.

My chest rises and falls in anticipation while I watch his every movement.

He rotates his thumb in circles, watching as my eyes close, and only then adding enough pressure to part me and fully feel my wetness. He groans at the feeling, letting his thumb become coasted as he makes slow rounds against my clit.

My body shutters, and before I know it, he inserts a finger inside of me. I gasp at the feeling, instantly tightening around the digit, my body extremely sensitive from never having been touched by another. I had expected it to be painful, but instead I crave more.

He slides a second into me and I about lose my mind. He holds them there, feeling my walls clench around him in need. I close my eyes, feeling out of breath without actually having moved. He stays like that, I assume to help me get used to the feeling, but I already grow impatient and start lifting my hips up and down against his hand.

He bites his lip, trying to hide just how crazy it drives him to watch me do this. He holds his free hand against my hip to stop my movements and speed his own.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.” He pushes himself further up the bed and back to my face, using his knees to further spread my legs, but never removing his hand.

I choke on my words. “It feels so good.”

We lock lips again, sloppy and uncoordinated. He makes slow motions with his hips, grinding himself against my inner thigh to relieve some of his own tension.

I reach my hands up to pull at his hair to try and bring him as close to me as possible. He rests his forehead against mine, staring intensely into my eyes. We heavily breathe onto each other’s lips. “It feel good, baby?”

“Mhm,” I nod, nose brushing against his.

He lowers himself back down, holding his face at my stomach and glaring up at me through his dark lashes. His beautiful, full lips tickle against my skin and his breath glides across my stomach, causing shives to run down my limbs. In the deepest voice he can muster, he asks, “better than Michael ever could?”

I stare down at him in shock, biting at my nail from feeling myself begin to build up desperately. I nod again without any hesitation.

“Yeah?” He confirms.

I throw my head against the pillow, slowly losing my grip on reality at this point.

He wraps his arm around my leg, pulling me closer to him while he starts pumping even faster.

“I don’t ever want you talkin’ to another man again. You’re mine, you hear?”

I thrash my head around, too lost in euphoria to answer. I should be ashamed at how turned on those words get me, and I’ll never tell him just how much they do, but I’m sure the tightening of my walls is enough to let him know.

He looks down between my legs, breathing deeply, hungry for air. He watches his hand get covered in more wetness, hissing at the sight. He instinctively dives down, taking a long, sinful lick at me. 

The texture of his taste buds against that area is such a foreign feeling for me that one lick is all it takes to send me over the edge.

I cry out in pleasure, causing him to dip back down and run his tongue against my clit over and over again, only making my orgasm all the more powerful and mind numbing. I take a few loud, heavy breaths, holding one hand against my vibrating heart and the other in his hair. I don’t even have enough energy to open my eyes yet, I just lie there, trying to catch my breath and bask in the feeling of his fingers still slowly caressing my insides.

“Elvis.” I whine.

“I know, baby. Just let it all out.” He presses a soft kiss onto my quivering let, allowing me to cool down.

When I open my eyes, a tear falls down my face from the overwhelming pleasure I had just experienced. I laugh, hiding my face from embarrassment from getting so excited so easily.

Now he removes his hand from me. “Baby, what is it? Everything okay? I did hurt you, now did I?” He asks, wiping away my tears with his large thumb.

I shake my head with a smile. “It was amazing.” I grab his face, bringing him down for a kiss, which he reciprocates passionately. “I want more.” I whisper, desperately longing to feel something more filling.

He closes his eyes, shaking his head. “Now, darlin’, you know you’re playing a dangerous game. You don’t think we should wait?”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Um… no?” Is he crazy?! I been waiting!

He chuckles. “It’s your first time, baby. I don’t wanna throw too much on you all at once.”

“Elvis,” I whine, trying to reach down to touch him, but he catches my hand.

He shakes his head more vigorously. “Now, I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not lettin’ your first time be in this lousy hotel with that asshole downstairs.” I dramatically sigh, but he only rolls his eyes at me and lies down beside me. “I hope you know I ain’t never wanted to come between you and your singing. I’d never do that to you.”

“I know.” I turn over to face him, reaching out to play with his hand. “And I hope that you know I never for a second had romantic feelings for Michael.”

He groans. “You gotta say his name?” I laugh, burying my head into his chest. He wraps his arms around me, bringing me closer to him and plating a kiss into my hair. “I know.”

I look up at him with gleaming, after glow eyes. His hand leaves my back to cup my face, his thumb running back and forth against my cheek. He smiles, looking back at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The admiration in his eyes is enough to make my heart skip a beat.

He glosses over my face, taking in every detail: my eyes, my hair, my freckles. I close my eyes, trying to turn away, feeling awfully flustered from his intimate actions.

Just then, his hand stops moving abruptly and I feel him pull away.

My eyes flutter back open to examine him and make sure he’s alright, but he’s just staring at my neck, confused with a growing anger in his eyes.

I sit up, scared and trying to figure out what’s going on. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

He clenches his jaw, not even wanting to say his next words, let alone believe them. “Did he put his hands on you?”

I reach up to rub the spot Michael has his hand on earlier. It must have left I bruise I didn’t know about. “Elvis-”

“Did he?!” He shouts. “Is that why you were on the floor, crying?”

I don’t even have time to answer before he’s already forcing himself up and off of me, muttering curse words under his breath. “I swear to God, I’ll kill that son of a bitch.” He whips open the door and without turning back to look at me he says, “stay right here, baby,” before slamming the door shut.

“Elvis!” I yell out while sloppily slipping my dress back on, not bothering with the straps while I tumble towards the door. Despite his request, I follow after him.

I quickly stomp down the stairs to the club level, looking around for any signs of violence or shouring, but find nothing. Michael still must be outside then. I trample down to the ground level, pushing open the club doors, and sure enough, guess who I find.

By the time I make it out there, Elvis already has Michael pinned against the same building Michael had me on earlier.

“You worthless bastard!” He growls out, pushing Michael onto the ground with a rough shove.

I push past the people outside the club watching the scene to run across the street to them.

“Stop!” I yell, pulling at Elvis’ arm, praying I can pry him off.

Elvis yanks his arm back from me, standing over Michael while breathing heavily. He doesn’t bother turning around to look at me, but I know he’s not happy I’m here.

I look down at Michael’s now visible face to see what damage has been done. His lip bleeds and his cheeks are covered in… tears?

“I spent my whole life tryna be like you, man. Everyone always preferred you, you got more freedoms than me, you got the girl I ain’t never had none of that, and you’re out here paradin’ everything you got like the ungrateful bastard you always been!”

“That don’t give you no right to ever touch Honey like that!” Elvis replies, trying to hold back his anger in front of me.

Michael picks himself off the ground, dusting off his coat. “Shit don’t matter anymore.” He glares over Elvis’ shoulder, lip curling in disgust as his eyes land on me. “Already put your dog hands all over her. What I look like tryna sell spoiled goods?” He adjusts his shirt, turning to walk back to his car.

However, instead of taking offense, I instantly hop in front of Elvis, knowing those words would be enough to set him back off. He tries dodging around me, but I hold him back, which he seems absolutely enraged by. Honestly, I would have fought Michael myself, but we may have bigger issues right now.

“Baby, he doesn’t matter. You already have cops after you, we need to leave.” I say, trying so desperately to get him to drop the situation before something worse happens tonight.

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before deciding in silence that I’m right.

I glare, watching Michael drive away, part of me wishing I had just let Elvis loose on him.

I sigh, placing my hands gently on Elvis’ bruised face. “Baby, are you okay?”

He shakes his head away from my reach, almost like he’s ashamed that I’m comforting him. “Yeah, it’s fine, baby. Come on, I don’t want no one seein’ you like this.” He puts his arm around me, shielding me from the watchers in the Club Handy windows. He pushes people on the streets out of his way on our path back to his car.

He helps me into the car before sitting down in his own seat, slamming the door shut behind him. He turns the car on, gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw doing that thing it does when he gets mad. “I told you to stay in the room.” He reminds me darkly.

I gulp and stay quiet, not wanting to further upset him.

He sighs. “I didn’t do a fine job of protecting you tonight. He never woulda even had the opportunity to reach you had I just stayed with you.”

“Elvis, it’s fine. You were getting arrested. Besides, it’s nothing, I’ve gotten worse bruises from accidentally walking into door frames.” I joke.

He gently smirks, which warms my heart back up, knowing he isn’t all that mad at me.

I lean over to press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for fighting for me.” But before I pull away, he quickly spins his head to catch my lips in a real kiss.

Now I receive a full smile from him. “What kind of man would I be if I hadn’t?” He pulls out of the spot and drives down the boulevard.

Getting into a car with a white man; why not add one last crime to the list before we call it a night? “Do you have any idea how many crimes you committed tonight? Because I’ve lost count.”

He chuckles. “I been breakin’ the segregation laws since the day I was born, baby, and I don’t plan on stoppin’ no time soon.” He places one hand on my thigh, gently massaging it with his thumb.

I clench my thighs together at the feeling. God, I can’t believe I wasted all this time with Michael when I could’ve been getting all this.

We pull up in front of my house, both of us disappointed that this night is finally coming to an end.

He reaches over, pulling my face in for yet another kiss. It’s gonna take me a long time to get over the feeling of his lips, cause I’ve been waiting too long to touch them like this.

“Don’t miss me too much.” He whispers against my lips.

I gently bite his bottom lip at his teasing, before exiting the car. He watches me walk up to my home with a smile, not driving away until he sees me enter the house.

I close the door behind me, smiling like a mad man. What a ridiculous night, but I’d sure do it all over again if I had the chance. I can’t even comprehend everything that’s happened, it all feels too good to be true. Finally, I’m getting everything I ever wanted.

“You got some nerve comin’ back home tonight.”

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[slasherhaven]

Slashers reaction to the reader referring to them as their boyfriend/partner to other people for the first time?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O referring to them as their Boyfriend/Girlfriend to other people for the first time:

Thomas Hewitt

It was no secret that you and Tommy were together, always by each other’s side, acting lovesick. 

Luda May wasn’t shy about voicing your relationship, already referring to you as Thomas’ partner and to Thomas as your boyfriend, she already had her mind set on a future of weddings and grandbabies. 

Her talk had always made the two of you flustered and embarrassed, neither of you really confirming her claims of your relationship.

You had been down at the gas station with Luda May and Thomas, she had asked Thomas to come to help move some crates and you had already been there to help her watch the place.

A group of travellers had pulled in, getting some gas and stocking up on snacks.

Being a friendly and trustworthy face, you were sent out to greet them and ask if they needed assistance. Thomas had been lifting another crate and had looked over to you, always protective over you, especially when it came to strangers. Eventually one of the men had commented on Tommy’s staring as he worked, scoffing to himself.

“Oh, that’s Tommy, my boyfriend. He’s just a little protective, you never know the type you might run into ‘round here” you reassured them with a smile, fully knowing that it was the Hewitt family that nobody wanted to run into around here.

Of course, Thomas overheard you, and your declaration instantly made him blush, quickly busying himself with his work again.

He’s overjoyed though, hearing you refer to him as your boyfriend, sounding so proud of him, he loved you so much and each day you convinced him that you felt the same. He also likes that these strangers know that you’re together.

Michael Myers

You were seeing some friends and Michael had gotten bored, heading out to find you and continue with his usual stalker shenanigans since he seems to enjoy stalking you when he’s bored and you’ve left him at home. He saw you talking to some of your friends, you were saying goodbye.

They had tried to get you to stay a little longer but you had smiled, telling them that you had to get home to your boyfriend. Of course they had demanded to finally meet this mysterious boyfriend but you shook your head at them before heading home, where Michael would already be when you arrived.

So, you had been referring to him as your boyfriend to your friends for a little while...he isn’t going to bring it up, he’ll act like he never heard it, like he was at home this whole time.

He won’t say anything but he ponders it for a moment, if that’s how you want to refer to him...he’s more than okay with that. Maybe more okay with it than he would admit to himself.

Jason Voorhees

You had gone on a walk through the woods and had wandered into the old camp. You hadn’t been aware of intruders but accidently stumbled upon a group of trespassers who had just arrived and where getting bags out of their car.

The group had turned to you, surprised but friendly. You, on the other hand, panicked a little, knowing you shouldn’t interact with them too much. Jason would be coming to deal with them some time soon. 

“Uh sorry...I was just looking for my boyfriend...bye!” you practically ran off, back towards the cabin, knowing that Jason would want you to be somewhere safe and out of the way. 

Jason had seen it all from his hidden spot in the trees. At first he had been worried when you stumbled upon the group, worried that you would get hurt or something.

But his heart fluttered when he heard you referring to him as your boyfriend, liking the way it sounded and how it made him feel.

You had been staying with him for a while now and the two of you had become close, certainly entering a more romantic relationship. But that was the first time you had used the title, and you had done so with so much ease.

Yes, he was your boyfriend, and he adored you.

Brahms Heelshire

You and Brahms were certainly dating, at least he definitely thought so and believed that you did too.

The delivery boy had come with your most recent grocery delivery, and you had answered the door. 

The two of you were chatting for a while, slowly irritating Brahms, who was sure that the delivery boy had a thing for you.

You had never really thought the delivery boy liked you but he was getting friendlier lately and you knew how much it bothered Brahms, so you had just casually slipped in some talk about your boyfriend (not mentioning Brahms’ name of course), just to get the point across to both of them.

The delivery boy had always been friendly and that had always made Brahms a little jealous but now that the man knows that you have a boyfriend, Brahms feel more confident that he won’t try anything and it makes him just a little less jealous.

Brahms is looking pretty smug when you close the front door and he comes to greet you, you barely have the chance to roll your eyes at him before he’s pulling you into a kiss. 

You can’t help but smile fondly at how proud and happy he seems with his new title.

Bo Sinclair

You and Bo had been getting closer, what you had definitely wasn’t ‘casual’ but neither of you had really talked about it. Bo didn’t like talking about that kind of stuff and you didn’t want to bring it up and put him in a bad mood. 

It was fine...until a group of visitors arrived in Ambrose.

It wouldn’t be the first time that a woman had flirted with Bo and he had allowed it, even flirted back to lull the strangers into a false sense of security. This would be the first time it made you jealous and you had every right to feel that way.

The flirtatious woman had laid it on fairly thick, Bo had only chuckled but hadn’t really returned the flirtations. You appreciated that but you still wished he would just tell her to stop or be a little less encouraging. You understood, you just didn’t like it.

Bo was looking at their car while you went to tell the group what was going on, telling them that ‘your boyfriend was just checking their car and should be done soon, he’s very good at his job’. You saw how the woman pulled a face at that, which satisfied you at least a little.

Bo had already been on his way over and had overheard how you had referred to him, making him smirk to him, both because of the title but also because of your jealousy. 

Now, he just had to mess with you.

He walked over, announcing that their car needed a new fan-belt as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

You knew that he was being extra obvious in front of the woman, probably more to mess with you than anything, and you knew that he was going to tease you for this later on...but at least he was showing off your relationship in front of these strangers.

Vincent Sinclair 

When visitors to Ambrose came by, Vincent would watch from a distance (especially when it came to you, just to make sure you were safe). 

He’d listen to conversation he could catch, and he was currently listening to you speaking with the group about their car that they needed help with.

“Sure, I’ll just get my boyfriend, Vincent, to go pick up your car” you told the group politely with a smile.

Vincent was taken back by how you referred to him as your boyfriend, and how you did it so causally. He wondered if you knew he was listening, that he could hear you.

Obviously the two of you had gotten very close as of late, sharing more than a couple romantic moments, but you had never brought up the topic.

It’s fair to say that Vincent is a little flustered when he next sees you but you had truly made his day, made his week even.

Lester Sinclair

You were in Ambrose when a pair of strangers walked into the garage, telling you that their car broke down and some guy gave them a lift into down, saying that his brother owned the garage. 

“I’m guessing it was my boyfriend who gave you a ride” you chuckled fondly, obviously knowing that it was Lester but keeping up some sort of act. 

“Yeah, he did” Lester beamed proudly as he walked into the garage behind the pair. 

You blushed a little, getting a little flustered by getting caught referring to him as your boyfriend, not that he seemed to mind.

When he heard the way you referred to him, it just put a huge smile on his face. He kind of knew that he was your boyfriend but this was the first time you had actually said it.

He greeted you warmly, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek, still beaming. It was sweet really. If Bo had seen, he probably would have gagged.

Bubba Sawyer

The brothers had been bickering and arguing, which was nothing new. Of course, you had started to defend Bubba, since he was pretty unconfrontational.

Drayton had scoffed and complained about you defending Bubba. 

You had just responded with “well, he is my boyfriend”, without even thinking about it.

Nobody else (other than Bubba) was surprised by the word ‘boyfriend’. Just rolling their eyes at you and continuing with their bickering.

Bubba had the biggest smile on his face.

He accepts his new position as your boyfriend instantly. Yes, he is your boyfriend and he loves you so much.

He just gets a little giddy and wants to give and receive a lot of affection from you after that.

Billy Lenz 

You had been on the phone with a friend. They had invited you out for the evening but you had politely declined, telling them that you were spending the night in with your boyfriend.

Of course, Billy had been listening in on the conversation, and as soon as you referred to him as your boyfriend he was grinning like an idiot.

It was more than obvious that the two of you were in fact dating, you just hadn’t put a name on it and Billy hadn’t really thought to do so. He felt like you had just made the relationship official, but he was more giddy at the thought of other people knowing that he was your boyfriend, that you would talk about him so fondly to your friends.

As soon as you put the phone down, Billy is on you, wrapping you up in his embrace, making you giggle as you returned the gesture, wondering what had gotten into him.

“I’m your boyfriend” he stated proudly, grinning from ear to ear before peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle again.

“Yes you are” you agreed fondly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

You were at Asa’s home when you got a phone call from a friend, asking if you wanted to hang out that evening but you already had plans with Asa. And that’s what you told them.

“Sorry, I’m spending the evening with my boyfriend” you told them, smiling when they complained about not having met your boyfriend yet.

As soon as you hung up, Asa appeared next to you, holding out a drink for you. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, knowing he had heard and also knowing that you hadn’t really defined your relationship like that yet.

“You could have told me” was all he really responded with as he sat down beside you. Clearly not minding the way you referred to him.

Asa isn’t an idiot, he knew that’s where your relationship was, he just hadn’t brought up the conversation yet. Now it seemed like it didn’t have too, and that was good to know.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You had decided to visit Jesse at his office, which he had told you that you could do whenever you pleased. When you arrive and were asking for him and the location of his office, you were met by a woman who seemed pretty hostile about your presence.

You definitely didn’t want to cause any trouble at Jesse’s work but she was being rude and you were getting tired, you just wanted to visit Jesse for lunch. 

“Look, I’m just here to visit my boyfriend, I’ll just call him and let him know I’m here” you sighed, about to give up as you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

Luckily, Jesse had just been passing through the reception and had witnessed the end of your conversation. Smirking to himself when you referred to him as your boyfriend.

He approached before you could unlock your phone, tucking it away again as you smiled up at him. 

Jesse nods to the woman, placing a hand on your back before guiding you up to his office.

Once you’re alone, he will playfully question you about how you had referred to him. After messing with you a bit and making you a little flustered, he reassures you that it’s perfectly fine. He is happy to call himself your boyfriend and to call you his partner.

From then on, everyone knows who you are and that Jesse is your boyfriend. You won’t be stopped or questioned again, don’t worry.

Otis Driftwood

You and Otis had gone to a nearby bar together, just to get out of the house and have a little fun. You had wandered over to the bar without him and when Otis looked over, he saw some guy flirting with you.

Jealousy and protectiveness (maybe some possessiveness) had Otis marching over to the two of you. 

“Uh, yeah sorry, I have a boyfriend” he heard you tell the man, shifting away from him in discomfort. You glanced around and relaxed when you saw Otis approaching. “There he is!” you smiled brightly, you were quick to push yourself away from the bar and meet Otis.

He instantly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him, protectively and possessively as he glared the man down.

Damn right, he’s your boyfriend. And he’ll make sure everyone here knows it.

You had never actually called him that before, never actually made whatever the two of you had official. But now you had, that’s all he had to know.

Baby Firefly

You and Baby had gone out to a bar to have a few drinks and probably cause some trouble. She was dancing even though nobody else was, just her, having a great time, as you watched on adoringly.

Some guy and come up beside you and asked who she was. 

With a grin, you had proudly exclaimed “that’s my girlfriend!” 

Of course, Baby had heard you and smiled about it to herself.

Once she finished dancing, she returned to you and the same guy moved closer, introducing himself to her and asking for her to introduce herself in return. 

“I’m their fucking girlfriend” Baby stated proudly with a grin of her own, wrapping her arms around you as if to get her point across even more.

Yautja (Predator)

Of course introducing your family or your friends to your current partner (or ‘mate’, as he would call you) wasn’t really an option at the moment. But you had mentioned that you were seeing someone.

You were on the phone to a friend when they started asking about this mysterious person you had been seeing.

So, finally you told them to give your boyfriend some privacy, the two of you laughing before ending the call.

He had been referring to you as his mate for a while now and you assumed that was the same level, if not even more serious, than the title of boyfriend, so you figured it was okay.

And your mate thought so too. He knew what ‘boyfriend’ meant since you explained human dating to him, so when he heard, he knew what you meant and it just filled him with pride, knowing that you definitely felt the same as him.

[morimemarryme]

The devil & I - The shape (Michael Myers) x Fem reader.

Warnings/additional tags: again. That nasty shit we love. Mature. Male/female. Fucking thigh riding my dudes. Michael’s dummy thicc thighs. I can’t stop thinking about them.

Summary: listen we all know Michael is a rough dom blah blah BUT what if we took a softer approach here. What I mean is, Michael gets off to you getting off on him and he just cums in his pants. Real talk rn. Michael topping from the bottom basically.

Note: no story. No plot. Just smut. My brain isn’t functioning rn. All is horny thoughts, and horny thoughts you shall receive.

He wasted no time in killing as soon as the black fog reappeared. Putting all survivors but one on the hook, the action seeming endless, making him more frustrated than he already was. He knew she was here, watching and waiting, knowing he was mercilessly killing her teammates just to get to her. Just to have her.

As he took the last survivor by the neck and stuck his knife deep in their stomach, he got deep sadistic satisfaction knowing he not only pleased the entity but he would soon get to please her.

Soon enough he had her by the neck, just like her friends before her, but instead of killing he pushed her up against the nearest wall. Her small hands closed around his big ones as she looked up at him. Without words he lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist, taking them both inside one of haddonfeild’s many houses.

“Michael you did so good today..” the words escaped her lips just as he sat her down on an old beat up leather couch. His breath quickened when she looked up on him, trailing her hands up his thighs from her place on the couch.

She noticed the ever growing bulge in front of her, smirking while staring into the eyes of his white mask, she palms him slowly. Hearing the low grunts of pleasure be muffled by his covered face, making her rub her legs together, seeking anything to help with the pulsing between her thighs.

“Let me help you Michael…” she sighs, rubbing her head against his hip bone. His hands drifted slowly to her hair, softly caressing her scalp before tightening his fingers around the strands, roughly pulling back her head to look him in his black eyes.

He hesitantly nodded, searching her face as he let her head go. The hands that were previously wrapped around her shifted to the back of his own head. Taking the blood ridden mask off carefully, then setting it aside. He would never do this for anyone else, she knew this and would never lose this trust.

She raised up in silence, running her hands up his body as she stood. Taking the zipper of his jumpsuit and slowly beginning to pull it downwards. A small “thank you” lingered on her lips, letting him know she appreciated his trust.

She felt his hot breath, their bodies so close as she pulled the jumpsuit down his shoulders, making sure to take her time and feel every inch of skin she could before his demeanor changed and he snapped back to his rough, impatient self.

Time was quickly cut short when he harshly grabbed her wrist from its place on his now exposed stomach. He pulled her wrist up into his line of view, making her attention snap to him instantly. His eyes that were soft were now fully blown with lust. They spoke for him, and she knew her place.

He removed her hands from him entirely, instead bending down to wrap his rough hands around the back of her thighs, easily lifting her around his hips once again. His neck tensed at her moan, their hips pressing against each other’s so closely that she couldn’t help but rub against him.

“Michael please.” She groans into his neck, leaving small kisses while her fingers laced into his brown curls, gently pulling, making his grip around her tighten.

He turned them around, flopping himself onto the couch with her on top of him. She held onto him, her hands never leaving his hair as she looked into his eyes wantonly.

“I need you so bad..” she pleaded, almost in tears from the need to feel him, any part of him. Her hands then moved to every inch of exposed skin she could find, the need to feel was overwhelming and he sensed it. He felt her rut against him pitifully, he fed on her pleas, grunting in approval as she begged for more.

Taking his hands to her hips he easily lifted her from in between his legs, instead sitting her on one of his spread thighs, steadily guiding her hips with his hands against his still covered leg.

She moaned against him at the pressure that his strong leg gave, the rough material of his pants adding to the pure pleasure he was giving her.

She hid in his neck, his hands grabbing her flesh harder, bruises surely starting to form at the force of his grip. They pushed her down against him, so hard that she felt like he would split her into.

Looking down between her legs he watched as the short skirt rid up past her hips. Her pussy soaking his leg while he continued to make her cry his name. He felt her slick coating his skin through the thick material, making his dick twitch painfully beneath the cloth.

Taking her hair and pulling it back he watched her face as she began to tremble.

“I’m so close baby…” he tensed at her words, pushing her head roughly to his, kissing her for the first time that night with so much emotion poured into it she almost came then and there.

He began to bounce his leg, adding to the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling. Moaning into his mouth she hopped up and down on him relentlessly. He pulled her back by the neck, staring at her once again, wanting to watch her come.

His own hips stuttered up in search of friction, watching her alone getting him closer and closer with every bounce.

“M-Michael.. more…” putting her forehead to his, she held on for dear life as she felt her high approaching rapidly.

He grunts in acknowledgment, grabbing her hips inhumanly tight and rutting her faster against him. His jaw tensed while watching her eyes roll back in her head. Her moans growing higher pitched with every second until her hips faltered and she screamed his name.

He continued, moving her against him faster. His hips not stopping for a second while he watched her come for him. Pulling her tighter to him he lets out loud strings of grunts into her chest, as hot ropes of his own come spread in jumpsuit.

His breathing is frantic as he comes down, taking a moment to hold her before pulling her back and slamming her against the couch. Taking the rest of his clothes off he stares down at her with a much different look. He wasn’t going to go easy this time.

“Fuck me this time Michael.” She whined, still stuttering and shaking from her recent orgasm. He shoved her legs apart forcefully, hiking them up his shoulders. giving her no time to adjust before he roughly pushed all his length into her.

“Step inside, see the devil & I” ;)

End note: very self indulgent, I got rlly tired at the end and half assed it tho but it do be 6 am so, sorry in advance:)

Y’all I didn’t realize how short this shit was, I’m ashamed.

Title: https://open.spotify.com/track/5hheGdf1cb4rK0FNiedCfK?si=V2Uec5oTS9CH2eg4qu_ZYA

[knyafe]

DBD Killers' / Slashers' Types 🔪💖

Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Danny Johnson, Jason Vorhees, Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger (OG):

- Freddy adores those who are sweet and innocent; the thought of being the one to defile someone like that gets him off. Are you a virgin? Never been to a party? Have a overprotective family? Count him in.

- Those who play hard-to-get, are mean and hot-headed, and won't put up with his sh*t are also his favorite. He LOVES to get a reaction out of people and thinks it's funny to make others angry. Plus, he thinks it's cute when you're mad.

- A bit of an uncommon find, but he'd love someone who can match his energy. If you're just as messed up as he is, and are down to clown and mess with others, he's instantly in love. Of course, keep your ego in check- he's the dream demon, not you, and he doesn't need a partner to torment others in their sleep... BUT he'd love to have you along for the ride all the same.

- He'll love you no matter your size, but if there's more to grab he's not complaining.

xxx

Michael Myers (OG):

- He prefers those with a quiet-to-medium lifestyle and volume. He doesn't really like anything that's too rowdy, as he's easy to annoy and he's got a short fuse.

- Seriously, annoying is a big no-no. You may have better luck if you've known each other for a long time, but just know he wants to reach over and crush your head like a can of coke.

- On a more positive note, he's pretty content with pretty much anything, as long as you don't get in his way too much or give him a headache. It doesn't matter to him what you look like (although being taller than him may make him ever-so-slightly uncomfortable at first), what you do in terms of work/school, or what your hobbies are.

- He has a soft spot for eldest siblings types - those who are reasonable and can care for his needs without being too overbearing like a parent are perfect in his eyes. He'll never admit it, but he likes being spoiled like a giant cat....

xxx

Jason Vorhees:

- Nothing about your appearance really matters to him, but height ESPECIALLY doesn't matter to him - If you're taller than him he loves it, and if you're smaller than him he loves it.

- Wants both of you to feel safe - he wants someone who will protect him just as he protects them. Those with nurturing, kind personalities are perfect for him. Someone his mother would approve of is a MUST.

- On that note, drugs, booze, and sinful activities are a big no-no for him. If you remind him any of those gross camp counselors he so dislikes, he may just have to put you down.

- Although it make spook him just a tiny bit at first, he loves cuddly, physically affectionate people. He's a big teddy bear.

xxx

Ghostface / Danny Johnson:

- Danny LOVES people who are tinier than him, whether it be physically or personality-wise. Those who are easy to overpower and fluster make his ego go through the roof, plus he thinks they're adorable.

- He also low-key likes people who could kick his ass with a single glance. It's not his first choice, but the threat of danger certainly gets the blood pumping to a few places.

- Being hard-to-get just makes him want you even more. Having things as soon as he wants them is alright, but having to work for them gets him excited - it's like a game to him. Are you ignoring him? Mean to him? Just difficult to get alone? He's instantly obsessed.

- He doesn't mind people who are on the rowdy, loud side, but they do activate his kill instinct just a tiiiiiny bit... well, maybe a lot. ... A ton.

xxx

Leatherface / Bubba Sawyer:

- His type would be the classic "pretty person with nice hair and eyes who smells like flowers and is nice to him no matter what." If you're pretty and kind and look and act like you're some fairytale princess (even if it's just in his eyes), he's immediately head-over-heels.

HOWEVER...

- He really just wants someone who's patient and kind. Thats it. Shoot, even if you're not either of those things he'll love you all the same, so long as you have what's best in mind for him.

- It doesn't matter what kind of life you lead. He personally leads a pretty secluded lifestyle with his family, only really going out for food or other necessities, so that would be preferable, but in the end he doesn't mind how quiet or loud of a life you lead, so long as you dont put his family in danger.

- On that note, getting along with his family is a MUST. No matter how much he loves you, if you're rejected by them then he'll have no choice but to... well, you know. Hope you like questionable meat stew.

- ...He just wants someone to nurture and be nurtured by. ):

This is a new DBD killer/Slasher HC blog! If you liked this and would like to see more, please send me an ask! Thank you for reading!

[smutmommy]

Sexual Healing.

Warnings: NSFW, daddy kink, overstimulation, painful induced pleasure, blood kink kinda lol.. 18+

Summary: After an altercation on the beach, Michael has an idea on what can make him feel better.

This is my first fic so bare with me, I’m not a professional writer so it’s not perfect.

————

Long walks on the beach together always relieved any tension you and Michael had in your depressing lives. The sound of the waves brushing upon the shore while the sand crunched below your feet always seemed to bring some peace of mind.

The two of you rested on a blanket, taking in the beautiful sight of the beach when an angry man suddenly approached, immediately yelling about how you were in his spot. You quickly apologized to the man and grabbed Michael’s hand suggesting to leave it alone, you didn’t want to ruin the relaxing day or waste time fighting with some random guy.

You had hoped after you informed the man you were leaving he would calm down, but instead he continued to curse at the two of you as you grabbed the rest of your things.

Growing tired of the man’s insults, Michael snapped and punched him across the face. Michael then, grabbed your arm and began dragging you away when suddenly the man came charging back at Michael with a knife.

Tears began flooding down your cheeks while your heart was practically beating out of your chest, “I’m calling 9-1-1,” you said pulling out your phone but Michael stopped you.

“I’ll be fine, it’s just a deep cut.” He says, examining the fresh wound on his torso. He stood up, casually brushing the sand off of his pants then placed his hand out for you to take it, “Let’s go home. You scrunched your eyebrows together completely shocked at his response, although you wanted to call the police or at least an ambulance, you listened to him and nervously followed him the way back to the murder house with his arm leaning around your shoulder.

Once the two of you made it into the house you quickly called for Ben who came rushing down stairs, “What happened?” He said noticing your hands stained with blood. Shakily explaining what happened Ben ran back upstairs, shortly coming back with Gladys; one of the nurses and a first aid kit in his hands. “Yea, luckily he didn’t stab you, just a deep cut.” Ben explained whilst Glady’s cleaned and and stitched Michael up.

Michael grunted as you helped him lay on his bed, you popped a pain pill in his mouth before shoving some water in his face. “Okay,” You whispered, “I know you already said you aren’t hungry but is there anything else I can do for you?”

Michael grabbed your head and pulled you close enough just to rub his nose against yours, “Y/n, I’m okay. I promise.”

“I just want to make you feel better.” You replied disappointingly.

Michael stayed silent for a couple of seconds looking in your eyes before a smirk appeared on his face, “Well…there is this one thing that will make me feel better.” He says, dragging his finger up the bottom of your skirt. Chills formed on your skin at the feeling of his delicate touch. As much as you wanted to entertain Michael’s thought, you pushed his hand away and closed your legs.

“Michael, no. I don’t want to hurt you,” You watched his snarky grin turn into a frown, “Think about it, we can rip your stitches…you need to sleep.”

“You know pain is my guilty pleasure, now open up those legs and get positioned for daddy.” He demanded.

Hearing the serious tone in his voice, you obeyed and plopped yourself on top of him, in a placement as if you were about the ride him, you spread your legs and dug your your head into his shoulder for comfort. Michael eagerly pulled down your skirt then stretched his long arms back down in between your thighs.

Since you didn’t have any panties on, his cold fingers instantly made contact with your wet skin and he gasped with excitement. “Easy access.” He sarcastically mumbled before sticking a finger in your warm cunt, “Fuck y/n, you’re already so wet for me.” He added while shoving a second finger in, you felt his fingers curl inside of you and immediately relaxed into his arms.

Michael kept his pace slow as he consistently reached your sweet spot, wanting to tease you with every second, “Michael please, faster, harder.” You whined, the swift feeling of his fingers softly pumping in and out of your cunt wasn’t enough, you needed more but you knew this was Michael’s way of pleasing himself, he loved to hear your heavy breathing along with your small whimpers and begs for more.

“What did you say?” He whispered into your ear sending chills down your spine.

“Please Michael, faster, harder.” You moaned before sloppily kissing on his neck. Michael let out a soft moan and slightly turned his head so you could dig yourself deeper into his neck. Now with the sweet feeling of your mouth sucking against his skin he shoved a third finger in and without hesitation, he began aggressively pumping his long fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. You began moaning even louder into his ears while bouncing up and down on his fingers, the two of you both going at a perfect synchronized pace.

Suddenly, your legs began shaking and that warm and fuzzy feeling began traveling up your body. You grabbed onto his shirt, accidentally squeezing at his fresh wound and not even realizing him painfully grunting with satisfaction as you melted into his hands finally releasing that warm intense pleasure that had been building up. “Yes, cum for daddy. Let it all out baby.” Michael cooed while shoving his fingers even deeper inside, your juices completely drenching his hands. You bit Michael’s shoulder in attempt to muffle the loud pleasurable moans as you took in every ounce of that euphoric release.

“O-okay, M-Michael enough!” You screamed, Michael cockily chucked to himself as he slowly pulled his fingers out and sucked any remaining liquids off of his fingers. You rested on top of him, still in the same position trying to gather yourself from the amazing orgasm you just experienced.

“What’re you doing?” You lazily questioned at the sound of Michael’s belt unraveling, before you could say anything else Michael slammed you down onto his hard erection and began pounding into you creating a strong feeling of overstimulation. You were certain the whole house could hear your screams, but as embarrassed as you were, you couldn’t hold them in, not anymore now that Michael was pushing you towards another intense orgasm.

The tingly feeling over oversensitivity finally faded and you pulled yourself up and began grinding your hips against his. Michael’s hand traveled up your body and to your breasts before ripping your blouse open which sent the buttons from your shirt flying and lightly tapping against the ground. “Michael!”You spat, he chuckled quickly before dropping his attention back to your breasts and softly sucking on sensitive nipples.

Still angered at your now ruined top, you dug your fingers into Michael’s stitches as you continued riding his throbbing erection. Michael grunted in pain and began biting down harder onto your breasts causing you to also grunt in agony. His grip on your ass was growing even tighter and his nails were painfully digging through your skin, signaling he was close.

Michael couldn’t help but feel helpless and vulnerable as all his limbs went weak and his core practically turned to honey. His breathing hitched and his grunts were now loud moans as his warm seed practically exploded inside of you.

That feeling of needing to release followed shortly after. Tears of joy began streaming down your face as you reached your second orgasm, a mixture of yours and Michael’s juices began dripping out of your abused cunt.

“Fuck y/n.” He heavily breathed out.

Being the concerned girlfriend you are, you lifted his shirt to check on his stitches, and as predicted the wound was now bleeding all over again from the little event that just occurred. “Fuck Michael, we shouldn’t of had sex, I told you it was going to rip the stitches.”

“You seemed to be enjoying it when you were pressing down on them as you rode my dick.” He mumbled.

“Well you shouldn’t of ripped my favorite shirt!” You spat.

“I’ll get you a new one,” He said leaning in for a kiss, “anyways, you up for a round two?”

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: you’re going to a chistmas party with your ex in attendance and you try to find a replacement as quick as possible. 

♡ song suggestion: HIP - MAMAMOO

♡ pairing: jon kent (superboy) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes 

“i can’t just go to this party and not show up with a date, do you know how humiliating that is?” you exclaimed to Damian, chugging back the last bit of wine you had in your glass, “it’s easy for you to show up like that because you’re fucking Bruce Wayne’s son and you aren’t the one who actually lied here...I DID!” 

Damian saw the panic arising in your eyes as you tried to come up with just anything to get out of the Wayne Christmas party but nothing was coming up in order to actually get you out of it. it was too late to actually back out and you swore to Damian you’d attend the party so it wouldn’t be so miserable for him. 

“who exactly did you lie to that you’re that deep into a lie?” Damian asked, kicking his legs up on his desk. “Michael from human resources! he’s been up my ass about taking me out that i finally broke one day and said I was already in a relationship and while he did back off, he’s expecting me to bring a date,” you confessed. 

Damian started laughing again, not knowing whether to fire Michael to finally put you out of your misery or actually take the opportunity to make you meet his oh so single best friend...Jon Kent. he sat on the idea for a few minutes as you ran your fingers through your hair nervously. 

“good lord, if I bring a friend of mine as your date, will you be quiet?” you looked at him in confusion. “you have friends?” you laughed, instantly dodging his wad of paper. 

“for your information, I actually do,” you sighed, not really knowing if you wanted to take him up on the offer, “he’s a friend of mine from Metropolis. he’ll say yes, it’s up to you,” you cautiously agreed, threatening him that if his so called ‘friend’ ended up being some creep, you were within your rights to hurt him. 

as you and Damian exited the building, you saw the copious amounts of reporters standing to the side, trying to capture photos of Damian or getting information on the party for tomorrow. 

you sighed, giving the reporters the middle finger, not really in the mood to deal with their bs. there were a few times those nosey reporters had made stories about you and Damian. claiming that you were sleeping with him so you could get closer to the Wayne family heir. it didn’t exactly help that you were in the assistant and secretary role as well. 

“wow, feisty aren’t you?” you heard Damian’s eldest brother, Dick, say out of no where. you quickly greeted him, seeing that the street to get out of Wayne Enterprises was getting clogged up with traffic, “see all of you tomorrow! Damian, don’t let me down!” 

Dick looked over to his brother, wondering what you meant by that. “I’m bringing Jon as her date for tomorrow,” he explained. his eyes widened, “really? him?” he asked, surprised that he would even set up a date for someone. “yeah, he has way too much time on his hands and it’d be better for me to set those two up to finally get them out of my hair.” Dick laughed knowing exactly where that could go wrong. 

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the morning finally came, much to your unamused pleasure. you had told Damian that you’d meet him at his place so if anything funny happened with his date, it wouldn’t happen to your embarrassment at your work place. you were not sure who your mystery date was and Damian refused to give you a name. all he had told you was that he worked in Metropolis and had been his friend for years. 

you dragged yourself into the shower and unwillingly got dressed. your makeup was the hardest part of the entire outfit as you were going to try and perfect it as much as possible. you had never really gone all out with the makeup in what felt like years so you figured today would be the day. 

“almost ready?” Damian asked over the phone. you rolled your eyes, “yeah, i’m just pulling my shoes on before heading over to your place,” you responded as you munched on a granola bar, “why do you care?” you asked. 

you heard two voices laugh, “because your date is here so hurry up!” Damian exclaimed before hanging up the phone. you didn’t bother to play into his antics before finishing up. the dress you had bought was something you had from a previous event and up until now, you hadn’t worn it again. 

the dress you had picked was one from a previous event that no one hardly saw. it hugged the curves you wanted to show and you knew it would surprise those who hardly saw you gala or formal party attire. 

you got into your car and chugged back a red bull before heading into Damian’s home. you saw a few cars parked in his garage along with a limo to which you assumed you and a few others were going to take. you annoyingly pushed the doorbell to strike a nerve in Damian. 

“woah,” you heard Dick say as he opened the door, “I know, I look good,” you said smiling. he nodded in agreement as the two of you walked in farther into the house. you could tell Dick kept looking at you every so often and even dropping a few compliments and pick up lines. 

as the two of you were walking, you hadn’t realized you had completely passed Damian and his friend. you were so enamored with your conversation with Dick that it wasn’t until Damian half-annoyed screamed your name out to catch your attention. you turned around and stopped mid way through when you saw Damian and his friend. 

“oh hey,” you whispered, not wanting to look at Damian’s friend in the eye. he was a lot more attractive than you had anticipated. “didn’t know you could actually clean up nicely,” Damian murmured, not even hiding the fact that he was checking you out. 

you gave him the middle finger in response, “this is Jon Kent, Jon, this is ( your name ), I guess she’s my friend,” he rolled his eyes at the last thing he had said. you slowly stuck your hand out to shake but much to your surprise, Jon had shook your hand rather excitedly. 

“nice to meet ya!” he exclaimed, his slight southern drawl coming out. you laughed at his excited tone, “heard a lot about ya!” he continued. you looked at Damian, “aww, you do like me!” you said, a mischievous smile appearing on your face. 

Damian kicked you in the back of the leg before murmuring that all of you needed to head out before any of you got into trouble for being late. you met up with Dick and Tim who were arguing about something as the three of you waited for Alfred to pull up with the car. 

the entire ride to the venue, it was just you and Jon talking here and there. you could tell that Jon was the very exact opposite of Damian and it was a wonder how him and Damian even got along with their personalities being the exact opposite from each other. once the car came to halt, all of you piled out, the cameras immediately snapping as they realized the Wayne’s have arrived. 

“don’t kill them this time,” Damian threatened you as you put up your hands in defense. you looked over to Jon and gave him a small nervous smile, “ready?” he asked as you nodded. 

he put his arm around your waist, tightening it as the two of you walked up to the red carpet. you smiled fakely to the cameras. Jon looked down at you, not expecting this reaction to the paparazzi. “not a fan, eh?” he asked. you shook your head no, “god knows how many times those idiots have thought that Damian and I were together.” 

Jon gave you a look, “but the two of you are like siblings?” you shook your head, “I know but they think we’re hiding behind all of that.” the two of you reached inside of the building to see the long extended tables as you and Jon were seated on a two chaired table. 

Jon pulled your chair out, making sure you were comfortable before sitting down across from you. the menu was pre filled as it was your job to make sure everything on it was correct and put everything they were going to serve for the course of the night. 

“so, what do you for a living in Metropolis?” you asked as they put small appetizers in front of you. Jon smiled, “I work for the newspaper,” he replied, “I bet it’s tough to be Damian’s assistant, huh?” he asked as you nodded yes, dramatically. 

through the course of the night, you and Jon talked, Jon making sure the conversation never died down. you had to give Damian credit. you weren’t exactly trustful in Damian that he would pull through on his blind date for you but Jon up till this point had not made you seem uncomfortable or even slightly creeped out. he was like the perfect gentleman. 

“wanna dance?” Jon asked, getting up from his chair and grabbing your hand softly. you held his hand, giving it a squeeze as a response. 

the two of you walked to the small dance floor as you saw a few of your coworkers, those who were either married or in long term relationships dancing. you gave them a wave as they waved back before going back to their conversations with their partners. 

“I’m glad you came,” you told Jon as you took a sip of your champagne shyly. he looked down to you and grinned, “I’m glad I did too. I wasn’t going too originally but once Damian told me a bit about you, I just knew I had to meet you,” he replied as you hid your face in his shoulder, slightly embarrassed. 

the song playing in the background happened to be a piano rendition of ‘Someday My Prince Will Come’. you had watched Snow White a million times as a child and the fact that this song was playing as you were dancing with someone who you hoped would give you a second date made your heart swell. 

“I have to admit, I’m glad I told Damian as well. the date was so last minute and honestly, Damian is the last person I would ever trust to put me in a blind date situation but I’m happy that he actually pulled through for once.” 

Jon laughed as he bent down a bit and kissed your cheek in response. you noticed that the more nervous Jon got, the more his slight southern accent would come out. you reciprocated the kiss but this time, you kissed him on the lips. he was taken by surprise but nevertheless, he returned it. this time deepening it a bit. 

after the two of you danced a few more songs, you took a break as Jon excused himself to the bathroom and you made a beeline to the bar to refill your glass along with Jon’s. 

“hey there gorgeous,” you heard the voice from the last person you wanted to see. you turned to Michael and gave him a tight lipped smile, “good evening Michael,” you responded, trying to get back to getting your drinks. “I saw you with your little boyfriend earlier but I knew I had to come over here and tell you how fine you looked.” 

you felt yourself wanting to gag by what he was saying as you felt him grab your wrist, “since your boyfriend isn’t around, how about you give me a little dance,” he asked. just as you were about to response, you felt Jon’s presence behind you, “who’s this, baby?” he asked, staring down at Michael. 

to Jon’s credit, he was towering over Michael. “no one,” you replied, shaking yourself off of him, “hiya! I’m Jon, ( your names ) boyfriend. you are?” he asked. Michael scoffed, half scared at how Jon was looming over him, “I’m her coworker,” he replied before leaving. 

you look to Jon in relief, “thank you so much,” you said. he smiled, putting his arm around your waist, “no problem, isn’t that what I’m here for?” he asked with a smile on his face. without actually realizing what you were doing, you happened to snuggle closer to Jon as you saw Damian approaching the two of you. 

throughout the rest of the night, you kept yourself to Jon’s side as you remained with Damian and a few others. every time you left, Jon made sure that once you returned, he always had his arm around your waist or shoulder. Jon’s grasp was firm and even slightly possessive but you did not mind it one bit. 

if you were being honest, you were hoping that at some point in the future, the two of you would get farther than that but for the moment, you enjoyed being in his grasp.