a break before the next kinktober drop.
includes: michael myers, jason voorhees, the grabber, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, hannibal lecter, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair.
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Michael Myers
Michael’s yearning is strange. He doesn’t yearn like most — the way he needs you is like rot under painted wood; invisible, but dangerous. He doesn’t focus on why he lingers outside your window, how he knows the sound of your footsteps, or why he wants to keep you rather than kill you. Michael just knows you’re different to him. It isn’t love, not even close. It’s something worse — older, darker, a pull he can’t unlearn. Its devotion twisted into obsession.
Jason Voorhees
Jason’s yearning is heavy. He’ll follow you through the forest with silent excitement like a hunter after their first doe of the season. He tries to make himself smaller, softer in an attempt to not scare you, though his size and silence do anyway. Jason leaves offerings like bait; flowers, candy, whatever he sees and thinks you might like. He loves you the only way he can — by protecting you. It’s worship.
The Grabber
The Grabber’s yearning is an illness dressed in silk. You feel it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, the way his bare hand rests around your throat — not to hurt, but to remind you that he could. He watches you with that damned mask hiding his truth, pretending control, but you can feel it each time he speaks; the desperation lacing his voice. He doesn’t understand love, not in the gentle sense that someone as soft as you deserve. His is a dark possession that aches, a distressed urge to keep you where the world can’t touch you. Every time you flinch, he whispers, “I don’t want to hurt you.” and part of you believes him. You are the only softness he’s ever craved, and he needs you to stay.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas’s yearning is slow, patient, and devoted. He can’t say what he feels, so he builds it instead. Little gestures stitched into every day; a gift a thought you’d like and waiting for you to join the table before eating. You’re the one thing that makes him believe there’s something gentle left in him — how could he let that go? He watches you with soft eyes, adoring every feature like it’s the first time. His yearning isn’t loud, but it speaks volumes.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms’s yearning is frantic. Like he’s drowning and you’re the air he’s desperate for. His affection comes as whispers through the walls, gifts he leaves where you’ll find them, and the way he trembles when you say his name — God, he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue. He wants you to see him, to never, ever leave. His love is unbalanced, fevered, but achingly sincere. You can tell how badly he wants to be good for you, even if he doesn’t fully know how.
Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal’s yearning is an art form. He is precise and utterly consuming. You are his muse, his fascination, the line between devotion and destruction blurred into something so beautiful. He doesn’t starve for your body so much as your soul, the way your mind moves. His love is a sonnet written in blood and expensive wine. When he looks at you, it feels like being studied, painted, and devoured all at once. You’ll never know if he wants to kiss you or consume you, maybe both. He has paintings of you on his wall. To be yearned by him is to be owned.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent’s yearning is quiet. You see it in the way he sculpts, how every curve of wax mirrors you with precision. He doesn’t speak his love, but trust that he shows it. His hands that glide across your face and skin, memorizing every inch, the polaroids of you that adorn his workspace — the man spends every moment thinking of you, replicating you with wax. He loves like an artist loves their masterpiece.
Bo Sinclair
Bo’s yearning is dangerous. He’ll tease, flirt, and pretend he doesn’t care, but his hands always find you. He’s the kind of man who says “you’re mine” like it’s a threat and a promise all at once. He’d sit and watch it all burn for you because he doesn’t know how to be gentle, but when he’s with you, the edge softens just enough — like wax. You consume him in the worst way.
❥ ҉ synopsis : your new friend jennifer finds out that you never masturbated before so she decides to teach you a special way to get off
❥ ҉ pairings : jennifer x fem!reader
❥ ҉ word count : 1492 (y’all gettin fed wtf)
❥ ҉ warnings: SMUT, pillow humping, dirty talking, spitting, language, jen bein a meanie for a second, fingering, something around the sorts of cum eating, lemme know if i missed one?
❥ ҉ a/n: ❝hi sexc babes, welcome to the first day well technically the third day of my 2021 kinktober!!! the reason i had to change the dates around a bit is because due to the second round of the tumblr plus protest taking place on the first and second of october, tumblr was too empty to post so hi here i am on the third. but even tho it’s the third day, this is still the first piece ever for my kinktober event so i really hope y’all will enjoy this and the many more dates to come. ilyy <333❞
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“, never have i ever masturbated?”
at jennifer’s question you stilled completely. your eyes darted all over the place as you stayed silent at her question. the more time ticked away with no sound coming from you, jennifer then grew into another fit of giggles; taking your silence as a no. “wow, i knew you were innocent but not this innocent, y/n”
you laugh nervously, a hand coming up to rub at your neck before throwing a little look at the girl in front of you. “pfft- of course i have! i do it like regularly, you know?” you lied straight through your teeth, very obviously at that. your own self cringing at the unconvincingly fib. only cringing more when you see jennifer giving you an amused look.
“oh regularly, right? so what’s a clit y/n?”
you're not really sure if you choked on air or your spit, but you’re sure that you choked.
“i’m s-sorry, a what?”
“your clit, babe” jennifer gives you her signature coy smile as she stares at your flustered face with amusement, finding you so cute. you weren’t able to answer her because you had no idea what she was talking about. at your non-speaking figure jennifer giggles again before silencing herself, causing you to look up at her when you heard the quietness that enveloped the room so suddenly.
“wanna find out?”
at her question you sighed out, your face turning into doubt as you thought it over.
“it’s late and your mom is asleep, we should just-“
“oh cmon, y/n. don’t be such a fucking loser” jennifer then looks at you with irritation swarming in her irises. making you flinch back a little at her sudden change of attitude. at the sight of your hurt eyes, jennifer softens. sighing out, she began moving up closer to you. almost as if she was going to straddle you but not.
“m’ sorry y/n. look, it’ll be fun i promise. i can show you a nice way to masterbaute for your first time” the raven hair girl whispers with a stroke of her perfect, red manicured fingers brushing through the locks of your hair. petting you. the succubus studies your features carefully, seeing every emotion, only smirking when she spots acceptance coming along your features.
you then nod your head, basking in the beautiful way she shows her teeth at you. it still amazes you how you could be “best friends” as she likes to say, with the one and only, intoxicating, jennifer check. she leaned even closer to you. her enchanting face just centimeters away from your own, her delicate lips oh so close to yours. with only one, tiny little movement you and jennifer lips will be meeting one another's, that's how close you two were. you can see just how blue and addicting her orbs were. her eyes were like the never ending, blue ocean waves and you were going for a swim.
“grab a pillow” all though the words that left her mouth confused you, you listened. your hands grabbing one of the pillows from up jennifers bed and holding it close to you cluelessly, peering up at jennifer for more directions. jennifer smiles and grabs it from you, placing the flat pillow right in front of you but not before folding it half and pressing it into the sheets of her bed. once she was done she gave you a raised brow and a devious smirk which excited you and made you nervous at the same time.
“take your shorts off, it works way better that way” as soon as the words left her mouth, she quickly sees your head going a mile a minute as per usual, at her request. even though jennifer was comfortable enough to be wearing just her panties in front of you, you weren’t.
“what if i cover my eyes, will that be better?” jennifer proposes, both of her hands coming up to cover her eyes when she hears a meek “sure” come from you.
only dropping them when she gets your confirmation. she’s quickly met with the sight of you in your cute, pink and yellow polka dot cotton underwear which were very similar to the pair she has on now, just black and red.
“hot” jennifer grins at you, which you shyly smiled at. her compliment relaxing you and making you less nervous about your body being seen.
“hop on, baby” jennifer pats the pillow with a chuckle, signaling you. you listened and followed the small directions that left her as you began to straddle the folded pillow, making yourself get comfortable with the help of jennifer.
“now, just move your hips. feel the pillow”
you nod in understanding, beginning to move your hips ever so slightly. slowly, just feeling the material of the softness of the pillow-case and the cloth of your panties pressed against your folds, the extra layer of your panties making the friction against you more delicious.
your face softly scrunched up a bit, your teeth coming down on your lip. beginning to lower yourself down even more onto the pillow until you feel the right amount of pressure on a certain spot that makes you take a sharp intake of breath while you continue to move back and forth.
“that, what you s’felt right there, that’s your little clit, y/n/n” jennifer inquires. soon hearing the dark-haired girl, lowly giggling breathlessly when she sees you continuing your little movements against the folded pillow in a desperate-seeming manner.
“how does s’feel?”
your eyes flicker up to hers once you hear the simple question she asks you. her bright ocean blues darkened so drastically, they basically look almost completely black. her intent gaze dark and half-lidded, her pearly teeth never stopping its assault on her plump lips.
“j-jen, it f-feels…”
at your stuttering whimper jennifer smirks wildly, her hands coming up to hold at your hips. pushing you down even harder against the pillow, making you let out a pitiful whine. “s-so n-nice” jennifer was practically rolling your hips on her own accord now at this point, peppering little teasing kisses along your sensitive neck and jaw while she did the actions, your eyes fluttering close at both of the sensations.
through your desired-filled moment, you started to hear her speak to you.
“y’wanna know what feels even better?”
at her question, you opened your eyes back up to look at her, patiently and curiously waiting for her to give you the information.
“it feels ‘s amazing when you're soaked and your panties are off”
you weren’t able to respond quick enough before you felt jennifer fingers going down your most sensitive parts, her fingers pulling your panties to the side and making contact with that special part of you she keeps telling you about; making you gasp out.
“j-jennifer…”
at the sound of her name, jennifer peers up at you. giving you a little smile before you then see her hand coming up to her mouth. you look at her with a confused expression, having no idea on what she was about to do. seeing and hearing the sharp, obscure sound of her then spitting in her hand, made your eyes widened immensely wide.
“jen, w-what-“
she didn’t reply to your clueless meeks, placing her palm back on your pussy and began rubbing in her spit onto the expanse of your folds and clit. your arousal practically dripped on her hand as she kept rubbing over you. loud moans and whimpers escaped your lips from left and right. unconsciously rutting your hips along her hand, basically riding her hand at this point.
“holy shit, y/n/n. i didn’t know you could be such a dirty fucking girl” jennifer groans in awe, looking at your core with so much intensity and lust. you felt like her stare could burn you alive right then and there, in that moment. with a chuckle under her breath, the flag girl pulled her now soaked hand away from your pussy. relishing in the way you whimpered out for her hand to be placed back on your little pussy.
she gave you her famous enticing, enchanting stare. her dainty fingers coming up to her juicy lips, rubbing the tips of her wet finger along her bottom lip; as if she was applying your arousal like a coat of lipgloss. her dark orbs slicing into yours harshly, her finger finally going into her mouth. licking and sucking your essance off her fingers before taking the digits out. a loud pop echoing throughout her bedroom.
“ride the pillow, baby. don’t stop until i tell you to”
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