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Pyramid Myers

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Could i request a drabble or one-shot with slow and romantic smut with michael please? ❤️

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 ( 𝐫𝐨𝐛 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 ) 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝟏𝟖+! 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤/𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞/𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥.

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝟒,𝟏𝟗𝟖.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐑𝐙, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 & 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐰 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐛𝐡! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 & 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐙!𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐠𝐥 ,, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 💀 ……. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ❤️

Each night, Michael would visit the residence of his youth, roam around within the dilapidated house, sometimes reliving the happier memories, if there were any. It was a hollow husk of a building, a tribute to the misery and havoc he brought that Halloween night, and it still stood the testament of time — it always would, more than likely.

At dusk, teenagers snuck inside sometimes, rolling around together on dilapidated floorboards, tangled up in fits of passion. Michael watched — they were always very easy targets, easy to subdue and easy to kill. He never let it last very long, often becoming bored before killing the young couple in some horrific way.

Michael didn’t find anybody in the house that night, only bloodstains and police markings, yellow tape from where bodies were recovered. He often thought of you whenever he looked out from the window of his home, thinking of what it might be like to be with you.

He wasn’t entirely oblivious — he knew what sex was, but the emotion put into it was something he desperately craved. The closer that you and Michael became, the more he felt those lascivious urges, a conventional attraction to you, wanting you to touch him in the way those couples touched.

There was an uncertainty, however — would you want to be with him in that regard? You’d kissed him before, saccharine and tender, but never anything more. You always asked him to stay with you, and he did, but there wasn’t anything else. Michael was unhealthily obsessed with you, but he wanted more. He wanted you.

He blended in with Haddonfield despite his stature, despite being some force of nature, a force of bloodlust. Michael made the long, winding trek to your home, spotting you through the window of your bedroom, wrapped in just a towel as you shuffled through clothing found within your drawers.

You were beautiful — perfect, even. Michael watched you hawkishly, hovering right next to the window, hulking form nearly pressed to the glass. His lovesick gaze trailed after you, watching as you bounced from drawer to vanity, collecting your pajamas as you wandered toward the bathroom. You were always awake at this hour, waiting for him to come home.

Entering through the side door, Michael stepped into your kitchen, rays of moonlight illuminating his path, falling across the dark coveralls and orange mask he wore, reflecting against those flaxen-blonde tresses. His steps were hushed, feather-light for a man of his stature as Michael moved about like a creeping shadow, pushing past your bedroom door.

The bathroom door was left ajar as you got dressed, clad in plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt that happened to be several sizes too large. You almost choked on air when you found Michael standing in your room, which you weren’t expecting in the slightest. With a strangled gasp, you jumped, watching as his head turned in your direction.

“Michael,” You crooned, settling from your bout of terror. He was spotless, oddly enough — no blood tonight. You dropped your towels at the foot of your bed, immediately skittering closer to wrap your arms around him. He was so much bigger than you, the margin almost comedical, but you didn’t care. “Missed you.” With a soft exhale, you pressed your cheek into his sternum.

Michael was painfully soft for you, a side that many believed to be nonexistent. His arms locked around you, keeping you close as he sat down along the edge of your bed, cradling you within his lap. You seemed excited about it, curling up against him, hand resting just above his heart, digits roving over the rough fabric of his coveralls.

You got comfortable, perking your head up just enough to see his masked visage, cerulean eyes peering right back at you. Michael always felt beloved underneath your adoring stare and kind eyes, like he wasn’t some horrifying monster. You reached up for his mask, fingers tensing along the edge, awaiting his consent to take it off.

“Can I?” You whispered. After he’d revealed himself to you the first time, you were firm on asking him each time you wanted to see his face. It was a ritual more or less, a display of trust, and Michael merely moved his head in a tiny nod, letting out some sonorous grunt as you moved the mask upward.

Handsome was an understatement — Michael was pretty and very masculine, simultaneously. There was a growing stubble that covered his face, his hair a light, flaxen-blonde, and it almost looked white with the moonlight. Those eyes of his were a darker blue, like the ocean, and they didn’t display any hostility whatsoever. He wasn’t aware of his own attractiveness, but you figured he didn’t care.

“So perfect,” Your hands cupped his face, watching him careen into your embrace, having to really hunch in over you just to be close. Michael was capable of such destructiveness, capable of complete obliteration, but here he was, leaning into your palms and holding you to his chest as if you were some fragile doll. “You’re so handsome.” You murmured, thumbs tracing over his cheekbones.

Michael was melting within your grasp, sinking into you, drowning within your presence. He was never handled that way before, handled as if he mattered, as if someone truly cared about him. It only served to further his desire for you, further the obsession, the possessiveness. His hand came up to cup the back of your head, thick fingers petting at your own tresses.

For a man who’d been pinned as the devil incarnate, he didn’t seem that way, not with you. It was the happiest you’d been for a long time, and you were protected, safe. He could break you like a twig, and he didn’t — he wouldn’t. Michael had someone to watch over, he had someone for himself.

Tilting upward and inward, you coaxed him down for a kiss, sweetly melding your lips against his. Typically, all it took was for you to initiate, and Michael happened to take over, his kiss a little unsure and sloppy, but enough to make your stomach erupt with butterflies.

You hadn’t done anything more than just kissing and a little bit of touching, and you weren’t in any rush. You thought about it often yourself, but you figured Michael would give some indication that he wanted such a relationship with you.

As if on queue, you could feel something prodding into your thigh.

A creeping warmth swarmed your skin, making you heat up as you accidentally squirmed on top of him. Michael let out some breathy grunt, feeling you involuntarily grind into his growing erection. He was so starved for contact that something as simple as kissing had gotten him aroused, and he didn’t know what to do with these lascivious feelings.

His grip upon you happened to tighten, keeping you pinned against him as you deepened the kiss, inhaling through your nose. One of your hands relocated, slipping from cupping his cheek to tangling within his hair, threading throughout those pale tresses as he kissed you with a bruising force. It became heated, but not the quick, messy sort of heated — it was slower, exploratory on Michael’s end.

A soft grunt escaped him, hand kneading into your hips, beginning to glide underneath your shirt to touch your bare skin. His massive palm was roughened, calloused against your silkiness, but it didn’t phase you whatsoever. Your lips parted for a moment, your breath emerging as trembling wisps, fingers caressing along his jaw as he moved you from his lap onto your bed.

After watching enough couples, Michael mimicked something he’d wanted to do forever, hulking physique crawling on top of you, settling right between your legs. You had to be a little flexible to properly accommodate his size, stomach turning to mush, your thighs beginning to shake from excitement. It was purely exhilarating to have him on top of you like this — perhaps dangerous, but you didn’t care.

Michael didn’t show very much hesitation, pressing his mouth back to yours, a little sloppy and sporadic but just as passionate as before. His groin was nestled right against your core, cock straining and prodding into your inner thigh. Your hands moved to tangle within his hair again, careening into his embrace with feverish kisses, feeling his chest vibrate with a rumble.

Every kiss left you aching, left you with some void that only he could fill. Michael didn’t really have a solid idea of what to do, but he relied on basic instinct instead, the mere concept of what he believed he should do. That rough hand skirted up underneath your shirt, across your bare chest, tugging it up with him as you wriggled to get out of it, letting it fall toward the empty side of your bed.

Goosebumps formed all along your skin, prickling and tingling as he peered at your chest, curious as ever. Michael didn’t need much encouragement, placing his hand against your breast, kneading into it with some sonorous grunt. He liked the feeling, brows pushed together in concentration, watching you wriggle underneath him, a moan escaping you.

Michael wanted to hear that sound again and again, rolling his fingers into the pliant flesh of your breast, groping and squeezing with an exploratory touch. You felt that pang of arousal strike between your legs, sending shivers up your spine as you gripped his shoulder, pressing your lips against his again. The reciprocation was eerily tender, with Michael more than eager to kiss you as much as you wanted.

“Are you …” You breathed, which immediately commanded his attention, his hand slowing. Michael listened to you with an aura of attentiveness, waiting for you to tell him whatever you wanted. “Do you want to try to have sex?” You asked, wondering if that was what he was after. It would make sense, but he was inexperienced, not that you minded.

With another baritone rumble, Michael nodded, his expression of approval. Your mind went racing in a hundred different directions, but you remained focused, swallowing hard as you got settled underneath him. His blue-eyed stare pierced you, burned right through you with a profound intensity, striking at your gut. He didn’t seem like he wanted anything rough, oddly enough.

“Okay,” Your voice was hushed, barely above a whisper as you bit at your lower lip. You weren’t sure if he’d settle for being beneath you, but it was worth trying, for his sake. Maybe the next time, he could be more in control — next time. You were already getting ahead of yourself. “Let me help.” Your lips twitched into a gentle smile, hands pushing at his shoulders.

To your complete and utter surprise, Michael submitted, relinquishing some control to you as you pushed him off, coaxing him onto his back. He was partially slumped against the headboard, which still made him taller than you, but it was enough as you settled into his lap. His hand found its way to your hips, the other being guided toward your chest.

Michael seemed rather enthralled, cock twitching and throbbing as it pressed into your core, sending shockwaves into your gut. He was big, which shouldn’t have been shocking to you whatsoever, but it sounded so enticing. Your hand slipped toward the zipper on his coveralls, pinching the metal piece between your fingers. He didn’t seem to object, but you knew you needed to ask anyway.

“Can I pull this off a little bit?” You whispered, shivering when the hand that pawed at your breast slipped against your inner thigh, nestled right against your clothed cunt. It made you jolt a little, involuntarily rocking into the pressure his hand provided. The grunt he let out made the hair stand up upon the back of your neck, but it was a pleasant sound, somewhat jarring and sharp.

He thoroughly enjoyed whatever it was you just did, disregarding your inquiry as he nudged his fingers into your slit again, still obstructed by your flannel pants. Michael watched you like a hawk, stoic and impassively silent, but he was aching on the inside, absolutely wrought with a festering lust that threatened to consume him whole. You gasped, lips parting as you sank into his hand, loosening up your snug pajama pants as you tugged on the string at the front.

With a brutish display of strength, Michael hunched forward, practically tearing your pants off, ripping them at the seams. The sound of fabric being shredded and destroyed was like music to your ears, filling your stomach with a flood of heat. You watched the remains of your pajama pants go flying elsewhere, leaving you in just your panties. He molded those strong hands into your thighs, dragging his thumb across your silky skin.

Your lips were against his again, slow and compassionate, lacking any inkling of roughness. Michael preferred it this way, really — even if he could be uncouth and handle you callously, he wouldn’t. Through the midst of your softer entanglement, his hand went sliding back to between your legs, shoving past the frilly material that covered you this time.

Michael’s sluggishness didn’t bother you whatsoever. In fact, you thought it was endearing, the way he cautiously went about touching you, thick digits pushing past your folds as he stroked at your soaked cunt. You whimpered into his mouth, hands poised against his broad chest for support, feeling his chest vibrate underneath your palms.

There was something eerily romantic about all of this, foreign to Michael and foreign to you, but you were savoring every second, every touch sent pleasurable waves throughout your body. His fingers lacked rhythm and tact, but he felt oh so incredible, circling your cunt in a very curious manner, feeling you keen and jolt into each sensation.

Again, you tried with the zipper on his coveralls, lips parting as you asked again. “May I?” Your gaze was half-lidded, a desire-laden stare that Michael thrived under, letting out some quiet grunt as he gave you a single nod. You were itching to see more of him, and so you maneuvered the zipper down, further down, and stopped at his waist.

He was all taut bulk and herculean muscle underneath — not exactly ‘shredded’, but it was definitely prevalent. Michael appeared very natural to you in terms of musculature, and he let out some strange, half-purr when your hand slid underneath the snug, white t-shirt he wore underneath. He loved it when you touched him, especially in places he never thought possible.

Michael’s fingers were snug against your cunt, gathering some traction as he slowly traced them around the length of your slit. The noises you made were abhorrently sinful, but Michael loved to listen to you, adjusting his pace or the location of his fingers. As they slid against your clit, circling around that sensitive clutch of nerves, you moaned.

“Righ—Right there,” Your voice emerged in some heady gust, followed by a desperate mewl as you ground your hips into his fingers, steadied by the hand that remained splayed out against your hip. “Michael,” You moaned his name, which drew out another sonorous growl from him, a noise that made your cunt clench pathetically around nothing.

For some, his slowness might’ve been infuriating, but for you, it was heavenly. Michael wasn’t trying to roughhouse or manhandle you, much to your surprise, but it was far more intimate that way, and you were very much into it. Michael was eating up every moment, engrossed with your excitable reactions.

He was unbearably hard, beginning to feel a little uncomfortable below the waist, cock straining and begging to be inside of you. Michael could be patient, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to really focus on anything else. Your soft fingers were roving all over his abdomen and chest, making him all the more eager to push his digits into your throbbing clit.

Titling forward, your forehead pressed against his, one hand snapping from chest to his shoulder, tensing just underneath the collar of his shirt. Even while you were grinding into his hand, your lips collided again, amatory and sensual, a flurry of friction as Michael released another grunt into your mouth. He was growing more confident with his ministrations by the second, vigorously rubbing at your cunt, feeling heat pool between your thighs.

Michael was massive, enveloping you and consuming you, his hulking physique encompassing you. It didn’t frighten you whatsoever, not like it used to when you first encountered him. He sent butterflies erupting within the pit of your stomach, panties soaked and his fingers scissoring away at your aching clit. You were beginning to inch that zipper down even more, and he wasn’t about to protest.

He was so obsessed with you, coiled so tightly around your finger, unhealthily unhinged whenever it came to you. Michael was purely overzealous, but he was also wrought with the very first inklings of love, something that Dr. Loomis had said he was devoid of. Love was strange, and it was foreign, but it felt good — it felt right with you, and no one else.

As you eased the zipper down, you weren’t exactly surprised to find out that Michael went commando underneath those coveralls. It was mildly amusing, but not enough to break the lustful intensity of the moment. You gulped, attempting to swallow the growing lump within your throat — he was definitely going to split you in half if you weren’t careful.

You didn’t bother removing your panties, feeling his throbbing cock press right up against your cunt, only the thin sheen of clothing there to separate the two of you. Michael let out a thunderous rumble, possessive and very much needy, letting his fingers ghost across your clit before he pulled them out altogether, comfortably slumped back against the headboard.

Michael was rocking you into his cock, massive hands groping and kneading into the swell of your hips, grunting all the while. His own desperation was all bottled up on the inside, practically screaming to be released as you pried your panties aside, breath hitching within your throat as he planted a kiss against your collarbone.

His mouth began to sloppily glide against each inch of your flesh, savoring your saccharine skin as he kissed against your chest, hair falling in the way of his visage. As soon as the swollen head of his cock pushed past your folds, his grip involuntarily tightened, ironclad and hard enough to leave behind accidental bruises. Michael’s groan was husky and deep, but it left you quaking, quivering as you lowered yourself onto his cock.

His size was much, much more than you really expected, burrowing its way into your cunt as you sluggishly eased your way downward. Michael didn’t move much or try to force you down immediately, savoring the way your cunt clenched around him, filled him with some predatory, animalistic urge to make you his, stake his claim on you.

Your hands positioned themselves against his chest again, sliding that snug, white shirt up enough for contact. Michael nearly shuddered when you caressed your palms into his grizzled muscle, laced with scars and old wounds, livid underneath your fingertips. You touched him with such adoration that it made him foam at the mouth, want you more than he already did.

“Michael,” You moaned, listening to his deliciously heavy breathing as it resonated near your ear, making your heart pound within your chest. Again, you rocked your hips downward, just barely able to fit all of him inside of you. Michael finally began to recline, keeping his hands against your hips, his flaxen-blonde tresses all splayed out around his head like some halo.

Those passive, glittering eyes of his bored into you, burning right through you as you began to ride his cock, taking it slow. Michael didn’t mind the pace whatsoever, and the sensuality of it was deeply arousing. His shirt had ridden up his broad chest, coveralls still clinging to his strong, thick arms.

Michael never tore his eyes off of you, not once, transfixed upon your pleasured countenance and the sluggish rolling of your hips. The sensations were absolutely incredible, making you moan and sputter, using your knees to rock yourself up a little bit before you deliberately sank back down. You found your rhythm, keeping it unusually romantic and sluggish, but Michael looked enthralled.

It was a little physically taxing for you, having to exert the muscles in your legs, but it felt perfect, the best feeling you’d ever experienced. Michael finally began to understand why those couples snuck up to do this so often, and now that he’d had a taste of you, he knew he’d only want so much more. Your cunt was tight around him, snug as his cock was eased in and out of your soaked slit.

A myriad of pleasured grunts and guttural groans escaped Michael as he put his strength to work, grabbing at your hips as he assisted in rocking you onto his cock. You let out a strangled whine, hands roving and tracing across his chest, nails lightly digging into his abdomen as he began to move you up and down, accompanying your slower rhythm.

There was some relief, no longer having to use most of your legs, pushing your hips down, grinding onto his cock with a string of moans, your lead lagging forward. Michael’s rumbling sounded like that of a satisfied predator, enough to send vibrations into your fingers as they clamored to hold onto him. The pace was perfect — it was nearly romantic, steady and without an ounce of callousness or roughness.

“Feels so good,” You gasped, feeling his swollen cock twitch and throb inside of you, slathered in precum and sending pulsations into your cunt. Michael’s mouth fell against your collarbone again, placing a string of vigorous kisses all around, steadily humping you into his cock. It couldn’t have been any better, the intimate sweetness of it all making you dizzy.

The both of you were lazily rolling and grinding against the other, his cock buried as far as it could go, your cunt snug and wet around him. He was bringing you up and down in tandem with your own movements, keeping it slow and steady, never straying off toward something rough. Your moans were plentiful, high-pitched and veering off into whines.

Locked in a stare, Michael could practically feel the adoration and attraction rolling off of you in heady waves, and he craved you so horribly. If his obsession wasn’t bad enough already, you were making it so much worse, panting and mewling as you kept sinking yourself onto his cock. You were touching everywhere that you could, scratching at his chest as you neared your orgasm.

Trails of red that were left behind from your nails made him all the more riled up — your mark embellished upon his flesh. Michael growled, grunting over and over again, fingers pressed into the pliant, supple flesh of your hips like a vice. He looked so perfect like this, disheveled and hair tousled all around his face, muscles taut and abdomen bare, shirt riding up toward his sternum.

“I love you.” It slipped — you didn’t even think, but you meant it wholeheartedly, shuddering and gasping as his pupils became blown out, black saucers that eclipsed the iris of blue. Michael’s breathing became heavier almost instantaneously, grunting as he continued to let you ride his cock, amorous and passionate as ever.

Michael’s chest tightened with a flurry of foreign feelings, his stare becoming glassy, a flicker of emotion dancing within his eyes as you rode him vigorously, languidly letting your hips crash into his. His cock felt incredible, stuffing you full until you couldn’t bear it any longer, swayed into your orgasm with a strenuous mewl.

You hunched, letting one of your hands rest just above his collarbone, digits gently stroking at his neck as he continued to push you down onto his cock. Michael was cumming inside of you without any forewarning, not that it mattered too terribly, grunting and heaving with husky groans, watching you shudder around him. He leaned up until the two of you were chest to chest, tangled into one another.

The aftermath was nothing short of blissful as Michael pulled out of you, letting you collapse on top of him. You did zip his coveralls back up above his hips, but with enough prodding and pleading, he was willing to leave it unzipped enough for you to keep touching him. His massive hand slipped against your face, urging you to look at him, and you were creeping forward, eager to kiss him again.

His thumb traced across your lower lip the moment you pulled away, and Michael’s stare happened to be profoundly soft, caressing you as he draped his other arm across your back. With a possessive squeeze, you were pinned on top of him, dazed and enamored.

With furrowed brows, Michael grunted, lips parting as one singular word escaped him, a word you’d become all too familiar with, akin to the baritone rolling of thunder, “Mine.”

[morimemarryme]

Hi! I just want to say i rlly fucking loved ur quentin and jeff fics they definitely are amazing and i love how good at writing you are! Are u taking a break from writing or have u just not gotten any request on them because if thats the case here’s your motivation to keep them going!!! They’re so good and ur really talented at writing them!

omg stop:,) thank you so much for those kind words, you have no idea how much they mean. I am still continuing to write but not as much as I used to due to just major writers block lol, I have a part 2 for Jeff in the works that I hope to finish at some point and possibly more Quentin? I know the fandom for both are so scarce so I would love to get back into writing for them, if that’s something you want? Again thank you so much for reading my fics, ily!

[itsieroween]

spencer charnas x being a little freak

[morimemarryme]

Sleep walk - Quentin Smith x Fem reader.

Just a lil heads up that this is pretty long, sorry, not sorry;)

Warnings/additional tags: mature, angst, praise kink, dom/sub undertones, pet names, handjobs, slight edging, it’s giving dommy mommy vibes and I’m living for it.

Summary: after being protected by reader in his first in entity trial with Freddy, He later finds it hard to fall asleep, he comes to reader for help.

Notes: listen I’m absolutely FERAL for subby whinny men. Just. *GIVE IT TO ME* (slams credit card on table)

He was… struggling to say the least. The poor boy was visibly shaken while kneeling beside her, trembling hands buried into the newly started gen. He was newer, not terribly new, but he was never this anxious, he was actually quite brave. something about his demeanor had completely changed, He knew something.

“Hey… you doing ok hun?” Turning her eyes away from the many severed wires, she glanced at him, concern written on her features.

He didn’t answer, he was in a trance like state while his fingers moved desperately in the gen.

“Quen?” Speaking again she put her previously busy hand gently upon his tense shoulder, breaking him from his trance with a violent shudder.

“Y-yeah?” He looked over at her beside him for the first time that trial in shock, his heart racing in his chest as he tried to still his shaking hands before resuming his work.

“You seem very tense..” squeezing his tight muscles as she spoke, the action making him close his eyes and sigh with contentment before quickly recomposing, returning to his previous alert state.

“Stay awake. Stay awake.” Mumbling to himself, completely ignoring her presence as he shook his head trying to shake the tiredness.

“…it’s him isn’t it?” she sighed in annoyance, leaning back away from the gen to look at him more clearly, taking notice of his quick breaths and tired eyes.

“I always know when it’s him.” He was scared, rightfully so. He had to deal with him before now, and then here too. It was a living nightmare to face Freddy in trials, she knew so she couldn’t imagine the fear he felt as he realized it wasn’t over.

“Listen, you take it easy this match ok? I’ll handle the distractions and unhooks, you just try to keep safe.” Noticing the worried look upon his face, she knew she had to protect him. They were friends after all…

He removed his hands from the machine, his lidded eyes fixed on her own in shame.

“I-I can’t do that to you, I’m sure I’ll make it through” he looked back down to where her hand was still rested on his shoulder, gently rubbing small circles into his muscles. He needed that, needed any touch from her to reassure him.

“No. You do this for me Q, promise you’ll go easy.” She almost pleaded with him, moving closer protectively before trailing her fingers into the curls that escaped down the side of his beanie, doing every thing in her power to calm him.

“Won’t you?” Her voice was calm and smooth like she was trying to lull him to sleep which in this situation wasn’t the best idea even though he couldn’t deny the heat that rushed to his cheeks at the sound.

“Y-yes if that’s what you want” he gave a side smile, trying his best to put confidence in his words but at the feel of her touch and the chill that sent shivers down his spine from the lingering eyes of the nightmare killer, he was having trouble, needless to say.

Patting his shoulder in approval she refocussed her hands on the almost completed gen, making sure not to miscalculate while doing so. As the gen popped she stood from her place beside him, taking his hand and helping him stand as well; the drowsiness not helping the matter.

“You got this, you always do” holding his hand longer than nessacery, softly. Like she was telling him a million thoughts and feelings through that one small touch and he knew if she said it was ok, it would be just that.

He shook his head as she let go of his hand, turning her attention to the too close for comfort scream of an injured teammate. Taking that as her cue to leave she shot once last lingering glance at the boy behind her before starting in the direction of disturbance.

His heart fell as he watched her leave him, fear consuming him whole as he tried his best to gather his thoughts. Next gen. Another gen is what’s next. But before his plan could be put into action, his body froze and eyes closed as the disturbing sound of the nightmare’s laugh invaded his senses.

……………………………

She had lost track of time, beginning to feel like they had been trapped with this fucker for eternity. Blood from her friends stained her clothes, looking down she only now realized it was Quentin and her left; she silently prayed he was safe and working on the last gen while she continued to loop red and green through the many rooms of Lery’s Hospital.

In her rush of adrenaline she failed to realize that running to the end of the map was a horrible idea, because it led right to Quentin, quickly working on the last gen. Her heart pounded in her chest as she quickly made a u turn, trying to avoid the nightmare while in the process. But it was too late, Freddy had already saw, completely ignoring the girl that he had been on the entire match he made a b line straight for his true obsession.

“Shit!!” She watched in horror as Freddy neared the man that was still crouched beside the loud machine, frantically trying to connect the last few wires for the gen to pop. Right as he was going for the final wire he glanced back only to be met with the sharp metal claws of the burnt man behind him.

Before he knew it large knives dug into his back, cutting deep and painful. His scream rang out through the empty hospital in echoes. With the man’s claws still deep in Quentin’s skin, Freddy hoisted him up upon his shoulder, his metal hand still hidden deep within the other man’s flesh.

“Shit shit shit shit..” she whispered to herself, turning quickly on her heels, she desperately reached out for the forgotten flashlight of her past teammates. With only enough battery for one save she put her nerves aside and ran in front of Freddy, getting a good distance before carefully aiming the flash directly into his line of vision, then flipping the switch and shining the light. Right before the juice drained, the tall man in front of her let out an annoyed groan, drooping Quentin to Shield his eyes.

“Yes! Come on!” Screaming behind her, she watched as Quentin leaped down from the taller man’s shoulder, grunting as he touched the ground and immediately clutching his chest. She ran back to him, giving him a apologetic look before gently grabbing hold of his arm, looping her own around his back, careful to avoid the wound. Holding onto him as support, she began running alongside him; careful not to push too hard as they searched for a safe place to hide.

The previously loud heartbeat that rang loudly in her ears now was faint, continuing to fade the longer they ran. His groans of pain became louder, she looked beside her, he had started to clutch his chest harder along with his breaths becoming more labored and quick. She knew she was pushing it, she had to find a safe place to heal.

Spotting a gen in the far corner she silently prayed that is was the one he left when Freddy got to him, it’s hard to keep track of the machines in this goddamn place, so many twist and turns that most times she went in full circles. Dragging him along to the end of the map, she placed him down behind stacks of boxes and some chests.

“Let’s fix you up” sighing while wiping the sweat that stuck his hair to his forehead away. she then grabbed her handy med kit, gathering the supplies quickly all the while looking behind her shoulder constantly for the sight of the killer.

“I can do it. Don’t worry” he looked up, wincing in pain at the slight movement. He tried to reach out for the supplies, reaching her hand but she softly grabbed it and placed it upon his lap.

“Shhhh, I just want you to take it easy right now, yeah?” She gently shushed him, searching for the wound she carefully started to wrap thick bandages around him, beginning to reach for more bandages, she stopped in her tracks at the sound of faint footsteps, hearing the humming and feeling the heart beat far away in her chest. She needed to get this gen done.

“I’m going to get us out of here ok? You stay put.” turning around she was stopped by a hand gripping softly around her wrist, looking back at his expression, what she found wasn’t resistance like she had thought, but a look of appreciation. Not the glad and happy kind but rather the desperate kind. Giving him a small smile she then quickly got back into focus, turning and pushing her fingers deep to find the tore wires.

“It’s almost there, hold on a little longer..” she spoke in realization that this was the gen that Quentin had been tore from, her eyes glanced between the injured man beside her and towards the hallways, keeping lookout as her fingers moved on their own accord.

“Finally.” She sighed under her breath as the machine popped to life. With no time to waste she quickly dropped beside Quentin, putting both arms under his she dismissed the VERY close proximity with red cheeks. He was injured she can’t be having those thoughts now.

Pulling him up caused a loud reaction from the boy, grunts of discomfort traveling to her ears. She held him close as he regained balance, never letting go of his arm while beginning to run towards the gates.

With the exit sign close in sight she silently celebrated her victory, but the celebration was cut short as she heard the faint “1, 2, Freddy’s coming for you” hum in the distance. With no time to waste she pulled the man alongside her faster, slightly pushing his limits but at this point there was no other choice.

“Almost out hun, stay with me” she kept composure, speaking calmly not to only further worry him but also convince herself he wouldn’t bleed out. Putting him directly in front of herself, her body shielding his own as she reached out for the old rusty handle of their way out. She pulled the lever down as quickly as possible, continually looking behind them as she felt the pounding not only in her own chest but in his as well.

As the ticking beep of the exit gate sounded out so did the sick tune of the nightmare, the gate inched slowly open at last but one last look behind her told her what she already knew. Pushing Quentin into the safety of the exit gate she braced herself for impact, a cry escaping her lips as the long metal fingers sliced down the back of her body. With no time to waste she quickly ran for the out, grabbing a horrified Quentin’s hand on the way; with no looking back they pressed on, the entity already consuming them.

……………

The day had passed quickly, surprisingly. With no other trials to deal with for the day on her part, night had came before she knew it. She hadn’t heard from Quentin since the match with Freddy earlier that day, she meant to check in but every time she left her small shack and to the main campfire, he wasn’t around. Assuming he was resting, she pushed the thought aside. She instead returned to her makeshift bed, picking up a small worn book she found while roaming the woods one night.

Moments past, the grey sky outside continuing to darken the room she currently was resting in, turning her attention away from the book in hand, she reached out for the small lamp beside her to flip the switch next to the bulb on. The dim light filled the small room, enough for her to continue reading as the night only became darker.

She was beginning to fall asleep, mind hazy and eyes blurry as she read. Just as she closed her eyes there was a soft quiet knock on her door. Shooting up from her spot on the makeshift bed below her, she shook the tiredness from her eyes and crossed over to the door quickly. Opening the door to only see a visibly exhausted Quentin, struggling to stand straight.

“What’s wrong??!” She whisper shouted in worry while opening the door more to gently grab onto his arm. He looked up at her, eyes so weary and weak that she had to resist the urge to cry. He looked so helpless that it sent pangs of guilt straight to her heart.

“I- I can’t sleep, and you always help” he spoke so softly, his voice laced with uncertainty. She could tell this wasn’t easy for him, the trust he had to have in her to let his guard down.

“Oh honey… come on” he relaxed at her sweet words, the constant fear that he felt was less whenever she was around and he couldn’t go a minute more without her tonight, the fear would consume him whole. Without another word her small hands wrapped around his, leading him past her and into the shack. Closing the door behind him, never letting go of his hand as she locked it.

“Come on sweetie you can have the bed” she walked by him, moving the covers aside and fixing the pillows while he hovered anxiously. He stood and watched her, not daring to move just yet.

“Quentin..?” His eyes shot up from the ground, Instead meeting her worried ones. He gave a small smile before doing as told, dropping down beside her to get under the covers she was holding up. His muscles relaxed slightly at the feel of the many blankets she had placed upon the mattress, it was so very different from his own.

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes at the warm feel, he was starting to feel safe almost, but he knew the thoughts would creep back in soon enough.

“There you go..” she was whispering again, that smooth almost lullaby tone that could put him to rest in no time. She pulled another blanket across his chest, making sure it was around him securely before trailing her hands up to his beanie, carefully pulling it off and seating it aside.

“You tell me if anything is wrong ok?” His eyes glossed over with unshed tears at the tenderness of her movements, her hands playing with his soft curls upon his head while she spoke. The way she looked at him, her eyes showed no disgust like he had feared, no. They were more beautiful than ever, so full of genuine care and understanding that he’d face Freddy a million times over to see again.

He shook his head yes, her hands making it hard to focus on anything other than the feel. He wanted to speak, so bad. Wanted to say everything that’s been on his mind since they met, how he feels, How he wish he knew how she felt. But again, fear. Fear is a bitch.

“Yeah?” She asked again, seeking confirmation before she left to lay in another spot. finally meeting her eyes he only gave but a simple “ok” so small she wouldn’t have heard it if she wasn’t closely listening.

“Then I’ll just be over here” she began to move from beside him, making her way across the small room to a beat down chair in the corner. His breath hitched at the sudden loneliness he felt, he knew that she was only a few feet away but that didn’t stop his heart from beating out of his chest in fear. He tried to settle down, turning his head and closing his eyes but the feeling wouldn’t cease.

………………………

It had been so long, hours maybe, that he had been awake struggling against the sheets. His quick breaths never slowing as minutes past, the restlessness was getting worse, he tried to kept it down to a minimum before but now… Now there’s no stopping it. She could hear his breathing, hear the sheets that he was constantly fighting with and her heart broke. It was getting more consistent, she thought it would be better to leave him be, not to interfere. She couldn’t anymore.

“Quentin.?” She whispered into the dark, his movements paused abruptly. Before he could speak he felt her gentle hands upon his arm, reaching down to take his hand. Shaking hand. She gasped at the contact, holding it tighter.

“I’m here now” holding up his hand to her lips she gave the back of his palm a chaste kiss, trying everything she could to comfort him. He sighed shakily, turning on his back to face her crouching form.

“I- I can’t do this..” he spoke so low and quietly, his voice shaking as he tried to hold onto what dignity he had left. He was so tired, tired of being tired.

“I know it’s hard.” Whispering back she moved her free hand to his cheek, turning his eyes to face her own, she realized why he wouldn’t spare her a glance. His eyes, so desperate, so red. Her heart ached at the sadness she felt through them.

“It’s okay…” softly rubbing his cheekbone, she sighed. Leaning down to his laying form she pulled him closer to her chest. She felt his breath hitch and his muscles relax as he positioned himself into her warm embrace.

Wrapping his arms around her middle, he finally felt some bit of release from his own mind, but the feeling wouldn’t last for long.

…………………

Struggling against her proved difficult, her soft shushes and light touches onto his skin made him even more desperate, but not for sleep.

“Help me.” Fighting with every emotion in his being, the words finally broke through. His heart racing and body shaking from need, he needed a lot of things right now but the only one that he wanted in that moment was her.

“Tell me what you need darling” resting her head upon his own and tucking him under her chin, she pulled him closer, awaiting an answer.

“You.” It came out in a breathy whisper against her neck, she wouldn’t have heard it if she didn’t feel it, feel it in the way his lips subtly grazed along her chest or the way his hand traveled a little too low down her hip.

His eyes. So full of so many emotions at once, but as he looked up from her chest, the only ones to be found was pure want. Desperation. And something soft, that she couldn’t quite place.

“Please. Make me forget.” He was on the verge of breaking, so tired and confused and scared. He needed safety, reassurance. So at the moment when he trailed his hand up the side of her waist in question, she promised that she would give him just that.

“Of course I will baby..” taking the hand that was still tightly grasped on her waist, she interlocked their fingers, instead giving him her hand to squeeze.

“Lie back for me” it wasn’t a question, or a demand. But he knew to follow. Taking her hand away from his own she placed it upon his chest. Gently pushing him down into the many soft blankets.

“Are you sure?” He watched every word that escaped her lips, traveling to his ears so light and quiet. She was truly angelic above him, and he wouldn’t look away.

“M-mhm” watching her as she laid beside him. Waiting. He didn’t have to wait for long as her fingers reappeared over his chest. She propped herself up on her elbow, she faced him on her side, right in between his one arm.

“Yes or no, sweetie?” Cooing into his ear, he tightly closed his eyes, speaking beginning to become difficult as she started to pluck away at the buttons on his blue shirt, oh so slowly.

Skin. She finally touched his skin. He looked down to see her fingers parting the now unbuttoned shirt, he watched as they slowly drifted along his stomach. He felt himself twitch in his now tight pants, it’s been so long since he felt a caring touch.

“I’ll stop if you don’t use your words Quentin.” A statement that with others would’ve been said with demand or authority, was quite the opposite with her. Much like all her other actions, it was gentle.

“Yes. Yes. don’t stop.” He looked up pleadingly, the mention of stopping instantly shaking him from his shyness.

“Shh, don’t worry sweetie” he calmed, sighing as her hand still gently trailed across his stomach. He looked down where her hand met his skin, watching as it began to move closer and closer to his bulge. He tucked his head into her shoulder, her unoccupied arm went around his head, using her hand to gently scrape through his curls.

She finally cupped him, so lightly but that was enough for him to whimper in her ear. She continued to move her hand against him, he bucked along with her touches, moaning at finally feeling some relief.

“You make such pretty sounds for me baby.. ” he hummed into her neck, trying to speak but as she reached for his studded belt, all hope was lost. She slowly undid the leather, taking the zipper between her fingers she pulled until the cloth gave way. He was trying, he truly was trying to control his hips, to not be so desperate for just a simple touch but as she slid into his pants with a hum of praise, he had fully lost control.

 “oh s-shit” his whimper that ghosted against her neck, shook her right down to the core. if this is what he sounded like with just her touch, she wondered how he would sound if she was to slip beneath the covers, slide him passed her lips? the thought alone had her rubbing her thighs together. she pushed the thought aside, that was for another time.

  “that’s it, don’t hold back” rubbing him at a slow and steady pace was greatly rewarding for her, his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, making such pretty sounds as he gently thrashed against her body.

She withdrew her hand, earning a grunt of disapproval from the boy below her, she softly shushed him before trailing both hands to his waistband, in one fluid motion she pulled both articles of clothing down his pale legs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach in the process.

“Fuck.” He threw his head back with knit together brows, groaning at the feel of finally being released. She placed her hand back around his neck, pulling his face into her chest and petting his hair, gently shushing him as his needy cock twitched beside her.

“You’re so pretty… so beautiful..” she looked down upon his now bare skin. So soft yet strong and she craved to ruin it. She trailed her hand down his chest, taking time to trace every inch of skin she came across.

“So pretty… aren’t you?” She put her forehead to his, his cheeks so red, mouth agape from the pleasure so she drunk it all in, taking a mental picture for later.

“Aren’t you?” She repeated after she received no answer other than his heavy breathing, that wouldn’t do. She needed to hear him. His eyes looked into hers when she removed her hand from his stomach to raise up his chin.

“Y-yes” he didn’t look away, instead refocusing his sight upon her lips, wondering what they would feel like against his own, or down his neck, down his stomach. Around him. He twitched at the thought, and she grinned sickeningly sweet, seeming to read his thoughts.

“You wanna kiss me baby?” With that she inched her fingers closer and closer to where he needed them most, he flinched at the feel with a moan.

“Please” it was a broken plea, she had already ruined him without trying, she was beyond happy to slowly inch closer, never stopping her hand movements as she leaned forward.

“I’ll make you feel so good” she panted against his lips, finally grasping fully onto his cock at the same moment she pressed her lips upon his own. He groaned into the kiss, his face contorted in pleasure, hips violently bucking into her now moving hand. using her other hand she gently grasped his dark curls, pushing him as close as she could to deepen the heated kiss.

Pulling away she stayed close, watching him shudder as she continued the slow and steady pace she held on him.

“More.” Whispering into her lips, he lifted his hips, taking his own hand to tightly grasp around the arm that was currently working him. she gave no resistance to his pleads, fastening her fingers against him. 

 she moved her leg to tightly wrap around his own shaking one, pulling it appart from his other for better access. She then pulled his head back as gently as she could by his hair, tucking herself in his neck, she trailed her lips across the smooth skin just below his ear before whispering.

 “don't have to ask baby” he outrighted sobbed when she fastened the slow teasing pace she previously had on his pulsing cock. She knew it wouldn’t be no time before he began to beg for release.

“F-feels so good. Don’t stop.” The words were muffled and choked, he clung to her arm desperately, moving his other to wrap over hers that was placed around his dick, trying to speed up her movements as he began to feel that high he so eagerly needed.

“Not yet honey” right as he was so close to toppling over the edge her movements against him slowed until she completely stopped.

“I can’t” he threw his head back in defeat when she held his hips down with her leg. She shushed him, calming him down with soft caresses and kisses, taking her time to brush away the sweaty strands of hair that stuck to his forehead before planting her lips upon him.

“I know, but it will be worth it.” with that she started the slow pace again, his dick now even more sensitive to her touch. “F-fuck.” Turning his face back to hers, he strained for her lips, she gave in easily, leaning forward to press his with her own. Humming into the kiss before pulling away, she then instead trailed her mouth back down his outstretched neck, whispering thoughts of praise and adoration as she left kisses on his sweaty skin.

“Thank you.. thank you” so small and tiny, the words were repeated over and over, escaping his mouth quietly like a silent prayer.

Looking down where her fingers wrapped around his length, she moaned. The sight of him, was enough to make her go mad, but him like this? God.

She began a faster pace again, this time content on letting him come. Twisting her fist along with the movements she turned her attention back to his face, loving that he already tucked himself into her neck, muffling the loud moans into her skin.

“Look at me” she whispered into his hair, somehow pulling him closer to her while still continuing with the ruthless pace. He looked up, before looking away in fear of coming. She turned his face back to hers, putting her forehead against his, she breathed him in like he was oxygen itself.

“I want to see you when you come ” and with that began the start of his upcoming release.

“O-oh god. I- I need to” he stuttered into her lips, trying desperately to kiss her but failing as more moans occupied his lips.

“That’s it baby. You can let go” that was all he need, throwing his head back with final strings of broken moans passing his lips he finally. Finally released.

His back arched into her hand, still slowly coating him through his seemingly endless orgasm. She watched as cum spurted over and over to land on her, the liquid coating her fingers completely, making it so easy to overstimulate him.

“Too much” he panted against her, his body so incredibly close to her own, clinging onto her as if she would leave. His breathing was so heavy that she didn’t press on, letting go softly, hearing him whimper at the feeling.

“Are you ok sweetie?” She voiced her worry, looking back at his now completely ruined state. He was truly beautiful like this, his soft pale skin now so red, and so sweaty. He was glistening, in more ways than one.

“I have never. Never, felt better” turning his head he gave her a bright smile, his eyes that were so tired before had some light in them once again, maybe he had forgotten? At least for a bit. When he’d remember, she’d be there to make him forget again.

She smiled back, so full of adoration that she hoped he returned. Taking her clean hand through his hair, she pulled their lips together, kissing him slowly, pulling away she stood from her spot beside him.

“please, don’t go.” His smile disappeared, almost as if he expected her to actually go, it broke her heart hearing the words. She wouldn’t go.

“I’m just going to get a few things to clean you up, then I’ll be right back, I promise.” She took his hand, kissing his knuckles, before turning again.

She came back with a wet cloth and cold water, poor thing was probably so thirsty, he did have quite a workout. Gently wiping him down till no spot of their earlier activities was left, she then threw the cloth down, instead reaching for his pants, pulling them up as lightly as possible.

She looked up at his face while doing so, he looked surprisingly… content. Her heart soared at his calmness, it warmed her inside and out to know that somehow, she helped him forget.

“Thank you..” he spoke shakily as she moved to lay beside him, tucking him into her embrace, not leaving an inch of his body untouched by her own.

Kissing his forehead she sighed happily, looking down to find he was already looking up.

“I quite like helping you, you don’t ever have to thank me.” She smirked, moving her hand down to his, uniting their fingers together.

He moved closer, giving her a final kiss before readjusting himself with a yawn. He brought her closer, and tucked himself into her chest. She held him, never intending on letting go.

“Sleep now darling, I won’t let anything harm you tonight”

… promises made, promises kept.

FUCKING FIN.

Jesus Christ.

End note: did I just pour my entire heart and soul into a fandom that barely exists? Yes. Do I regret it? No, but goddamn I could’ve made it shorter. Also I wrote most of this on laptop so that’s why the layout is a bit different.

My heart belongs to Quentin, I hope after you read this yours will too, he deserves the love<3

Title:

[dollarstoreghostie]

The S in Leon S. Kennedy stands for sub.

[morimemarryme]

I remember you, part 1 - Jeff Johansen x Fem reader

Warnings/ additional tags: male/female, a lot of angst, non graphic smut, feelings and not knowing what to do with them, younger Jeff & younger reader, both 18 tho.

Before reading!: I do recommend you read Jeff’s lore before reading this! I literally took it and wrote around it.

Summary: Jeff and reader were best friends in high school, their relationship slowly but surely becoming more as they started a job at the Ormand video shop together, soon they were inseparable but the divorce of Jeff’s parents tore them apart when Jeff left for Winkler, Manitoba with his mother.

Notes: red print is song lyrics! part one of a three part story. there is not a lot of Jeff fics so I’m here to hopefully change that.

1989, Ormand High school, Alberta.

11th grade.

“That’s amazing Jeff…” she leaned over the back of his desk, her frame hovering above him as she got a pretty good peak at his newest art project. She smirked into the air as he quickly covered the flimsy sheet paper with his arms, shielding the very clear silhouette of a woman from her peeping eyes. She laughed at his stiffness, bringing her hands down to his shoulders, squeezing them gently.

“Don’t get shy on me now JJ, lemme see!” She leaned her head against her best friends, patiently awaiting him to reveal the drawing that she already knew was her.

“Shove off bunny, you’ll see if I want you to” he playfully pushed her off him, quickly putting the thin paper into his pack with red checks. She smiled at the name, she reminisced on the day that he first called her that, they’d been playing in the woods behind his house when a small bunny came straight to her like a house dog; they spent most of that day with the rabbit before it decided to hop along back home. That was where the name came, and it’s stuck ever since. She always hoped it meant more.

“I’m never gonna see that picture again am I?” She sighed in defeat, backing away to give him room to stretch out in his seat, he looked back at her with a sly smile before answering with, “maybe.. but most likely not” she snorted before subtly flipping him off, he shrugged and turned his attention back to the front of the class as the teacher walked in.

“alright class, turn to page 86 in your textbooks!”

………………

1990, “Ormand videos”.

A year had passed, with the pair now being in their last year of high school they needed a job, and what’s a better way to get a job than with your best friend?

Afternoons passed quickly at the shop with no one coming in and all these vinyls on their hands, there was nothing else to do than play some metal and get drunk. But they didn’t mind.

“Hey Jeff! Haven’t seen this one before have ya?” She smiled picking up a record carefully before bringing it up beside her face, showing it in his direction. He glanced over at the record, then her. He never could keep his eyes off her for long.

“Nah don’t think I have, you?” He cleared his throat and looked away when her eyes shot back to his. She smirked knowingly before turning her attention back to the stereo.

“Hell yeah baby, you’ll love this one” his heart thumped at the name, quickly composing himself before speaking.

“Oh yeah and what makes you think that?”

He walked over to where she leaned over the player, putting the needle onto the vinyl then slowly turning around to face him.

“Two words, Skid. Row.” Her eyes lit up as she stared into his, he crossed his arms when the song titled “Youth gone wild” began to play.

She banged her head to the heavy beat as he watched her fervently, his heart filling with admiration with every move she took to the song.

“Alright, alright. I like your style hot shot..” he turned around making his way back to the counter to grab some more beer while she danced to the song.

“Oh I know ya do pretty boy..” she said with confidence before trailing her hands slowly up the front of her body. He watched her with wild eyes and racing pulse. oh the things he’d do to her. She drew the beer back to her lips and smiled, her eyes still lustfully fixated on his. He shook his head, turning his gaze with a “fuck you”

“I hope you keep that promise Johansen.” Her words slurred and her beautiful laugh filled the room, even above the loud music there was her. And he couldn’t get enough.

“You’re a vixen.” he spoke as he nervously took a swig of the cheap beer, flopping down at the old leather chair behind the counter. was this the booze making her so.. affectionate? God he prayed not, he liked this side. shit, loved. He loved all sides of her. Damn he just loved her, and it’s taken him this long to find out?

“Wrong. I’m your vixen” she slowed her dancing, the words escaping her lips smoothly and softly, her eyes looked almost pleading as the next song rang out through the shop.

“I paint a picture of the days gone by…”

“This song reminds me of you ya know?” Her demeanor changed… something In her lit a glow and he could see it in the way she was moving towards him. Her hips moved so fucking perfectly, like she knew what got him ticking and was doing it on purpose, which knowing her that’s probably what the little shit was doing. But he wouldn’t change it. Not a damn thing.

“When love went blind and you would make me see..”

She was now standing between his open legs, looking down on him as he looked up. His fingers gripped onto the the armrests of the old chair, desperately holding on like his life depended on it. He wanted her, he always had. So why was he such an anxious coward about it?

She leaned down, taking her small hands to his big ones, prying them away with gentleness he’s never known. She laced his with her own, moving them away from the chair before moving one of her thighs onto his, his breath hitched as the other followed. She now sat fully on his lap, her body touching his in ways he’s only dreamed about.

“I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes..”

Her hands led his own to her soft thighs, her fishnets barely covering her silk skin and the flimsy dress certainly not helping as it rid up her legs even more. He looked down to where his rough fingers were met with the warmth of her.

“So that I knew that you were there for me…”

His mouth was agape as he did nothing to take his eyes from her skin, his grip tightened as she got impossibly closer, she now completely leaned against him with her hands resting against his cheeks, she pulled away and tilted his chin so she could see his eyes.

“Right JJ? Yours?” She whispered hotly, the burning in her eyes as she spoke will be something forever sketched in his mind. He gasped when she pressed her body forward, her hips starting to rut slowly against his own. He trembled before grabbing her hips, his own betraying him as they bucked upward without control.

“Bunny.. I-I..” his breathing was ragged as she caressed and touched him like she actually cared, the way she moved and the way she looked at him. He’s never felt this loved and he’d do anything to feel it forever.

“Time after time you there for me…”

The moment was cut short when a regular walked into the front of the shop, they knew him as Frank, the leader of a popular gang around Ormand. He was a faithful costumer but man his timing was shitty. He shouted over the loud music, calling for Jeff, something about a new project?

The woman on top of him sighed and rolled her eyes with a laugh, she patted Jeff’s cheek then stood. “Maybe next time” she smiled, walking away from behind the counter. Jeff sat still in his spot with a BIG problem, great what the fuck was he gonna do now.

“Ayyyy Jeff ya could’ve got a room ya know?” Frank smirked between the pair. The woman rolled her eyes but Jeff just cleared his throat with a sigh, embarrassment flooding his veins.

“Yeah well maybe if you hadn’t have came in we would’ve, dickhead..” he heard her from across the room, annoyance in her voice.

“Well then I wouldn’t be having fun right now would I “bunny?” Frank teased her before turning his attention back on Jeff.

“Alright Frank, cut the shit, what ya want?” Jeff finally stood, leaning over the counter waiting for what could possibly be more important than what he was doing.

“Got ya a project to work on, for the legion. Shouldn’t take that long I can give ya a ride now. It’s a take it or leave it offer man. What ya say?” Frank took out a cig and lighter as he waited, putting it to his lips before flipping the flame.

Jeff looked around Frank at her, silently questioning if he could and if she would watch the shop. She nodded her head with a small smile and turned away. That smile. It wasn’t hers. Not her real one at least. Guilt struck his chest but he still faced Frank and shook his head.

“Y-yeah let’s get this shit over with…” Jeff grabbed his leather jacket behind him on the chair that he was previously on, tossing it over his shoulder and heading to the front door. Frank followed behind him.

“I uh, I’ll talk to ya later right?” He looked behind him but she wasn’t there, she had already made her way in the back of the shop, heading towards the break room.

“Right Romeo, now get ya ass out the door” Frank shoved Jeff out of the shop, hurrying him along to his beat up truck.

“You best pay me real fucking good for this Frank…” Jeff gritted while getting into the worn down vehicle.

“Yeah whatever…” Frank mumbled, cig still in hand, turning the ignition with the other before driving off.

………………………

The rest of the evening drug on painfully slow, the mural the legion had him to paint no where near done by the time he left for home. He should’ve known not to trust Frank, because now he’s walking to his house in the dark with only a fifty and some beer. He could’ve been with her right now. The thought of the afternoon’s escapades flashed before him, and his senses were filled with her.

“Fucking. Frank.” The whisper cut through the cold wind with no destination. He sighed and continued to walk back to his hellhole of a home.

…

He entered the house to the usual fighting and screaming, something he came accustomed to. It was the same thing every night, the same sharp words, the same hatred in each other’s voices. Was this love? This was all he had ever known, and if this is what love was? He couldn’t and wouldn’t do that to her.

He started towards the stairs leading to his bedroom, purposely avoiding the two nagging parents in fear of being the next to get yelled at.

“Don’t bother unpacking your stuff son, we’re leaving!” His mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs, his dad close behind her, trying to convince the woman different.

It honestly didn’t surprise him, he knew this day was coming, it was only a matter of time. The pain he felt was overwhelming but being in this home for this long taught him a thing or two about hiding his emotions. He looked to his father, grief was found in the older man’s eyes, not because he lost his wife, but his son.

“Give me tonight. Then I’ll do whatever the fuck you want” with tears in his eyes, he faced his mother challengingly.

She slightly nodded, he waited for no further conformation as he jolted up the stairs to his now old room. Slamming his pack of his shoulders and against the wall he finally broke down. He had to go to her.

…

He crawled out silently through his bedroom window, carefully making his way out of the house and onto the front lawn. The cold night air sent shivers down his spine, pulling his bulky leather coat to his chest he began sulking to her place.

A million thoughts raced through his mind. What would he do? What would he say? How would he tell her.. minutes passed by as he finally neared her drive. Walking over to her bedroom window he softly gave their signature knock on the glass.

He almost began to lose hope as the seconds passed until he saw her shadow through the thin curtains. She pulled back the cloth to revel a shivering Jeff. Quickly opening the window she took his hand to pull him in.

“JJ what the hell you doing out this late?!” She whisper shouted as she pulled him inside her window.

“It happened. We’re leaving.” The words left his mouth with such despair that she knew what he meant. She knew his family was far from picture perfect, she just didn’t know when the time would come, but now it’s here and all though she knows what this means she cannot begin to process it.

“Y-you’re leaving..?” she stood back, giving him room to fully step into her small room.

“When Jeff…?” He stood in silence, avoiding her eyes with his hands in his pockets. He couldn’t stand the sight of her sad and he knew at this moment without giving her a glance, that tears were beginning to well in her eyes. He didn’t have to look, he felt it in her presence, heard it in her voice.

“Uh… tomorrow.” He hesitated, already feeling the uneasiness surrounding the room. He heard the sniffles, saw her shift from the corner of his eyes. He hated this, hated the way this made her feel.

“I’m sorry I, I’ll leave I didn’t mean to hurt yo-…” he started but was cut short.

“Be with me tonight Jeff. Please.” She couldn’t stop the words once they parted her lips, the question that she’d been holding inside for far too long finally revealing itself, lifting a heavy weight from her shoulders, but baring a new one in return. “What if he doesn’t love me like I do him?”

He looked at her for the first time that night, He was right. Tears were silently rolling down her face and her cheeks were dusted with red. He wanted to wipe her sadness away, but how could he heal something he caused?

“Bunny… I- can’t hurt you anymore than I already have” he turns, not being able to bare the sight of her in fear of his own tears treading down his cheeks.

“Then be with me. I want it to be you Jeff. I wanted everything to be with you…” she trailed off, all the firsts she wanted, hoped, dreamed of having with him. But it was just wishful thinking at this point.

“Y-you know I do too.” He choked on his words, the admission hard considering that fact that he knew what love could do, and how much it could damage.

she closed the distance between them slowly, raising her hand to caress his jaw.

“Then show me Jeff, at least for tonight” her eyes… pleadingly stared up into his.. what did he do wrong to have her so close, just for her to be torn away from his grasp.

“I’m here. Tell me what you need.” at least for the time being he could be hers, but time was never in his favor.

………………………

He hovered over her, his hands shaking as they held her own over her head. The iron grip her legs had on his hips made him tremble, desperately trying to calm his frantic heart beat. her touch, her moans, her skin, everything about her in that moment was slowly killing him, and if this is what death felt like, he would die a million times over.

“J-Jeff look at me..” she whispered, panted in his ear. Taking the damp loose curls that stuck to his neck and brushing them back as she spoke. He lifted his head from her shoulder, both their lidded eyes never leaving each other’s.

“B-bunny I’m gonna miss ya” dropping his head back onto her soft skin he sighed, inhaling her scent while he still could, taking his time to remember her while he had the chance.

“I love you..” it was soft and high pitched, the last thing she said as she tightens around him. And that was all he needed to, pulling her closer than ever as he marked her as his, crying her name like it was all he knew how to say.

She was the one person in his life that he was sure of, the reason of living. But as he removed her from his arms and left that morning with last goodbyes, he no longer knew anything, his purpose was taken from him.

End note: I have no idea what I’m doing

This is a sad story with not a lot of happy😃 but by the end of chapter 3, there will be a happy ending and full on nsfw bc I can’t deprive myself of writing pure smut for long. That being said, prepare to be on a rollercoaster of emotions throughout this mini series.

- as I proof read this I broke my own damn heart so uh don’t read these stories if you don’t like being sad and horny at the same time:)

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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.

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💗 belated

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On my fucking knees bro 😩

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Only you, part 2 - Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Fem reader

Warnings/additional tags: you alr know… mature, male/female, oral sex (ghostie goes down baby✨) body worship, praise kink, slight angst, ghostie accidentally injures reader, some blood, obsession, Love confessions ( our big bad boy finally gives in🙌🏼)

Find part 1 here: https://morimemarryme.tumblr.com/post/669892720708501504/only-you-danny-johnson-ghostface-x-fem-reader

Only you - Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Fem reader

Warning/additional tags: mature, male/female, praise Kink, slight degradation kink, dom/sub undertones. Excessive use of the word “fuck” 😏.

Summary: Danny accidentally injures reader during a trail and he is distraught, promising to make it up to her.

Note: I’m sick of the bad boy persona I just want ghostie boy to just break and be utterly obsessed and in love like is that too much to ask?!?!? Also the lead up to smut is a little long so if you want to skip that’s ok, it’s right under the pink dotted line.

Danny missed her. Danny. Ghostface. Him. How could this cocky shit miss anyone? how could he let someone get inside his head like this? These thoughts raced through his mind as he paced the floor in his shed for the fourth time that day.

“It’s been fucking weeks..” he huffed in annoyance as he ran his long fingers through his already messy hair. His pacing came to a halt at his old window, images of her bent over and pressed up against it plaguing his thoughts, he shakily sighs, his head gently coming down to rest on the cold glass.

“God dammit…” the thoughts pressed on, this feeling couldn’t be only lust.. it wouldn’t grab a hold on him like this, he wouldn’t have let it if it was just sexual needs, this… this he had no control of and it’s driving him to the brink of insanity.

“I swear to god if you don’t put me with her soon I’ll go take her myself” with anger in his voice he slams his fist against the old wooden wall of his small shack, his threat to the entity seemingly worked, as the black mist appeared out of thin air to cloud around him. Would this finally be it? Or is this some kind of trick? He pushes his thoughts aside as he throws his mask over his head and stuffs the sharp blade into its place on his studded belt.

“This better be fucking it..” his sharp words hung in the air as the fog consumes him… it’s time to finally find out.

………

Saying he was pissed was an understatement, it’s already been 4 generators in and not only did he not get his fucking wish (Of course he didn’t) but he hasn’t even seen the fourth survivor the whole trail, they’re either really great at avoiding him or really great at bullshitting around.

His anger only grew in flame when Yui slammed the goddamn pallet in his face, that already hurt like a bitch but she then proceeded to hold up a flashlight, shinning the blinding glow into his masked eyes for what seemed like entirely. Now that was it, he was beyond pissed and unfortunately for her, she was the one going to pay.

Everyone else was dead, so when the last gen popped and the exit gates sung their alarm waiting to be opened, he knew where the other survivor was. Though tempted to leave the one he was chasing to find the other, he had an itching desire to shove his knife deep in this one. Hate and anger filled his veins, his vision hazing over with the urge to kill as his speed increased, with brutal force he finally… finally shoved the knife deep into the woman’s shoulder, knocking her down.

His twisted laugh rung out, his heart beating out of his chest as he finally downed his last prey… that is until his vision cleared and the sound of the exit gates rang out.. mixed with screams and cries of pain. Her screams.

His heart fell when he dropped his eyes down to what he thought was Yui, but it wasn’t, it was her. Tears streamed down her beautiful face as well as the blood down her chest. What had he done?

“S-shit sweetheart I’m so so sorry!..” the words flew out of his mask over and over frantically as he got on his knees over her. His gloved hands flew to wipe her tears away, then cradling her head to his.

“Baby I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it..”

Grief struck his heart in painful strikes as he listened to her grunts of pain.

“fuck..” he looked at her shoulder, the deep cut oozing blood all down her front, if he didn’t get her out of here soon the effects of the wound may last longer.

“I’m alright Danny just help me out of here..” she grumbled into his shoulder as he held onto her gently.. he choked on his words at her sweet voice, it had been so long.. and this is how he treats her?

Before another word can be said he carefully picks her up and carries her to the hatch, with yui being long gone time was running out and he needed to get her out safely.

“I wouldn’t ever hurt you on purpose Angel.. god, I swear I wouldn’t..” the hurt in his voice was clearly audible, he squeezed her in his arms, avoiding the wound before putting her down to the hatch gently.

“I know Danny.. I’m a big girl I can handle a little cut” her words were confident and strong, he knew that she was tough as nails but no one could fully hide pain.

She gave a soft smile, then slowly crawled into the hatch. He got what he wanted, and managed to fuck it up, how did he hurt her? How did he let himself get so carried away? The confusing pain he felt finally broke him, tears filled his eyes as the black mist reappeared.

“Fuck you” he gritted harshly while looking down at the entity’s fog.

……………

His mind was utterly wrecked as he paced back in forth through the chilly woods of Ormond, a place he used to find comfort in now only reminding him of how much he jacked shit up the last trial.

“You piece of shit” he cursed at himself, so overcome with emotions and anxiety to notice more silent tears slipping down his cheeks. He aggressively tore the blood stained cloth from his face, discarding it behind him on the snow covered grass before raising his forearm over his eyes and leaning against the old wood of his small shack.

“Shhhh I’m here, it’s alright.” He heard her soft voice before he felt her light touch. In his outrage of emotions he failed to realize the sound of footsteps crunching against the snow, only noticing when he heard her voice against his ears, then her cold fingers wrapping around his arm, moving it out of the way of his bloodshot eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here..” he avoided her gaze, turning his head in the opposite direction from her, too proud for her to see his hurt.

“I should Danny, don’t ignore me. Please” her voice cracked as the plea left her lips, she couldn’t stand the thought of him being distant with her, even if he did stick a knife in her shoulder.

His body shivered, hearing not only her voice but her pleas for him? He can’t be away from her, as much as he wants to distance himself, afraid of hurting her again.. it would be ok as long as she was safe right? He couldn’t.

“I’m sorry Angel, I wouldn’t ever on purpos-“ he finally turned to her, the first time he actually took all of her in, looked at her in weeks. Damn he missed her. His breath hitched at the first glance, her cheeks dusted with pink from the cold and the way her breath faltered as she looked at him too.. at that moment he knew what this crazy, foreign feeling was.

Without another thought he moved his still gloved hand to her now mended shoulder. He delicately ran his leather clad fingers over her smooth skin. It was gone, not a trace of what he had done to her.

“Stay with me tonight.” He whispered into the cold air of Ormand, his voice was barley audible against the harsh wind.

She moved her lips to speak but he was quicker. he moved to face her this time, with hurt noticeable on his face, he took her into his arms so softly as if she was glass. Putting his lips to her shoulder as he spoke.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise I will..” she gasped into him at the feel of his lips, that she hadn’t felt in seemingly forever.

“You don’t even have to ask Danny. I wouldn’t leave you.” She pulled him closer, carefully choosing her words to reassure him without pressing past his limits, little did she know his limits were long forgotten, buried deep within the snow on which they stood.

He wanted to tell her, needed too. The burning which he felt at that very moment at her words almost obliterated him on the spot, she knew exactly how to press all the right buttons to make him want to explode. “I wouldn’t leave you” played over and over in his mind as he looked into her eyes, smoothing the hair that stuck to her cheeks from the snow away, he knew he would never hurt her again. She was his. Only his.

……………………………

“God I’m so fucking crazy for you, ya know that?” He harshly whispered into the soft skin of her stomach, which he had been doing for what felt like hours on end. She shook beneath him at the feel of not only his gentle kisses but rough hands. Those same hands never ceasing their movement against her, lovingly caressing every inch of her skin, in which his lips followed.

“Please, more..” she whined pitifully into the air, grasping his sheets tightly for purchase as the soft teasing he was gifting her slowly started to become too much to bare.

“I’ll give you more baby, give you so much more..” he roughly took her thighs and pulled her towards him, the action making him stand between her legs, he held on tightly as he looked down to her laying below him.

“Give you the fucking world.” His voice softened, his words making her back arch even more off the bed. She needed something, anything to ease the aching she felt, which he caused.

“G-Give it to me then” a bolt of confidence filled her veins, the sentence left her mouth without a second thought, her eyes trained on his own challengingly.

He smirked, taking his hands from her thighs and trailing them back up her shivering body, torturously slow.

“Where did you get that attitude doll?” He chuckled as he bent over her body so they were finally face to face, just inches away from their lips being one, exactly where she wanted.

“Some fucker named Danny..” she sighed, the feeling of his lips against her neck leading her to thrust up into the air, trying her best to catch his own but being unsuccessful.

He laughed into her ear, oh she loved that sound, almost as much as she loved his other sounds. The sounds he made while he was in her.

The reminiscences of earlier times faded away as he spoke.

“Bet he can’t get you like this can he?” He spoke hotly into her lips, them so close but yet so far.

She tried to come back with a witty remark to their obvious teasing but as he dragged his hand slowly down her and dipped them into her already desperate pussy, the words were quite literally stolen from her, being replaced with a rather loud moan.

“Yeah that’s what I thought pretty girl, that’s it..” he watched her through lustful eyes, every move her body made, every moan, every wince and buck of her deliciously full hips.

She held onto his arm as he worked her slowly, drawing tight circles against her clit. He leaned down, taking his other hand to her cheek, wiping the tears of pure pleasure away from her beautiful eyes he adored that were now heavy and lidded as he looked deeply into them.

“You’re mine baby” the thought was supposed to come out a statement more than a question but when she looked up to him, he needed to know that she would truly never leave.

“Tell me..” his motions of his fingers against her pussy increased in speed, she tensed at the powerful feeling, her legs shaking at the painful pleasure he was giving her.

“Y-yes! Danny, yes baby. I’m y-yours.” She threw her arms around his shoulders, pulling his body back down to hers, their foreheads now resting against the others, before her pleads brushed against his lips.

“I need you please..” he lost all train of thought he had left then and there when the soft whisper of her plea ghosted against his face, he finally pulled her to him, taking her lips with his own in a slow passionate kiss, his one hand that wasn’t pumping inside her was now holding her own above her head.

They parted, both gasping for air desperately, getting lost in each other’s lips one more time before he drew away from her.

She whimpered when he took away his fingers from her clenching walls, now so hungry for that high she was so close to. The sight had him painfully hard as he moved to his knees on the wooden floor below her, picking her legs back up to place them on his shoulders.

“Shhh, it’s gonna be ok angel, I’ll give you everything you need” she felt his words against her plush skin, his lips taking time to place the most sickeningly sweet kisses on each of her thighs, leading a trail up to her aching pussy.

Finally. Finally. He licked a long stripe up her center, relishing in her intoxicating taste, he could’ve came right there when her sound of relief mixed with her addicting taste filled his senses.

“Danny oh s-shit” she grabbed his unruly curls, guiding his head as he became more vigorous against her.

He groaned loudly into her cunt as he ate her like a man starved and she was his only way of survival. His one hand moved back up her body to grasp her hand tightly, which she took more than willingly. He held her as the other went from its place holding her thigh to insert two of his fingers into her walls, the action being more than rewarding for him as she screamed his name, her body shook and her back lifted off the bed, he knew she was close.

“I’m.. I’m gonna c-cum baby…” her sentence trails off as her eyes roll back in her head, she grabs both his hand and hair tightly as that blissful high approaches.

He raises up with a slick covered mouth, his cheeks flushed red and eyes blown black, the urge to see her come undone intensifying as he watched her writhe in pleasure.

“You’re so fucking beautiful baby.. so goddamn pretty like this.. so perfect for me..” praises of adoration flew continuously from his lips as he resumed pounding her with his long fingers.

Her moans got louder and louder, pleas and cries of his name spewed from her lips as his pace quickening. just a little more.. with one final cry of his name she violently shook as tears streamed down her face, so overcome with the feeling of her long awaited release.

“Love you so fucking much .. so fucking much” he gritted desperately before going back down into her sweet cunt to help her through her intense orgasm.

“That’s my girl.. doing so good baby..” he withdrew his cum covered fingers as she began to calm down, he caressed her while her breathing started to even out.

“I love you too, Danny” she whispered lovingly while looking down at him, shocks of pleasure still running through her, she takes his hand that was still latched with hers up against her lips, placing kisses to it.

They shared a look of adoration before he pulls away from between her legs, moving up to her face, leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

She was now truly his, and he would never hurt her again.

End note: ok so that took me many more weeks than expected to get done, I’ve had major writers block so *ahem* also forgive me if anything is spelled wrong or doesn’t seem right I’ve legit been working on this since 5 am and it’s now 8 am so uh, needless to say I take a while to write. Anyway hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!

Also another note is: so sorry if the “x fem reader” is any inconvenience to you, I know it’s hard to find nsfw in certain pronouns. It’s just what I know/write best, so continuing forward I will write with fem in mind unless asked otherwise, then I will do my best for you! Thanks again<3

[morimemarryme]

Only you - Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Fem reader

Warning/additional tags: mature, male/female, praise Kink, slight degradation kink, dom/sub undertones. Excessive use of the word “fuck” 😏. I said rough sex but they’re basically just making babies, that’s how soft it gets.

Summary: Danny is in love (let’s be honest) but is too “tough” to admit it. He’s also a jealous bitch but we still stan.

“You don’t really think I’d let you go so easily do you?” Danny leaned down over her crouched form that was busy working on the last generator. Her breath hitched as his long gloveless fingers moved the strands of hair away from her delicate neck that he could snap in mere seconds. Key word could. but he would never.

Her fingers slipped from the almost completed gen, now realizing that she is the only survivor left, it’s not that big of a surprise he did it quite often, it was the thrill and excitement of what was to come that had violent shivers running down her spine.

“Danny...” she whispered finally after his masked face came down to the side of her neck. She heard his ragged breath through his signature mask, the heat of his breath fanning across her ear.

“Don’t play games with me baby..” his big hands trailed down the front of her stomach before griping her hips harshly. A whimper escaped those lips he oh so adored. He pulled her body against his while his hands tightened around her hips keeping her in place.

“You know no one else can give you what I do, right?” She squirmed against him while furiously shaking her head yes.

“You’re not convincing me sweetheart..”

His voice sharpened, one of his hands coming up to her chin and tilting her head back to his, making her stare into the black pits of the screaming face.

“Yes Danny, no one else, no one like you” she bit her lip as she could feel the hot intense gaze through the cloth adorning his features.

“I don’t think you fucking know huh?” He clutched her tighter to him before picking her up by the waist and throwing her over his shoulder.

She yelped his name in surprise, her hands grabbing into his back for purchase as she did nothing to fight against him.

He took her off his shoulder before bending her over a broken window sill, making sure no glass was left over before throwing her over.

“Gonna remind you who you belong to princess” he softly whispered to her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her back against him.

“Oh god Danny, I’ve fucking missed you” he hates to admit but at her words his heart skips a beat, his cheeks slightly flush under his mask. He missed her too. So damn much.

“Already this worked up for me yeah?” She moaned against him, pushing her hips back against his already straining dick, he had no room to talk.

“Always for you” he grabbed onto her hips, forcing them to move faster against him. Her words sending sparks all through his body.

“Yeah that’s right, that’s my good little fucking slut.” He chuckled into her neck.

He shoved her back down unto the the sill, silently making sure it was safe and comfortable before continuing.

“Such a naive little girl... you don’t even realize what you’ve done” his words turned soft as well as his touch, both big hands gently caressing every inch of her back he could reach.

“I’m sorry Danny, I’ll be so good for you just please fuck me” the helpless whine making him even more impatient.

“I know you will baby you always are, always so good to me” the words came out in pants, the effect she had on him much stronger than his rough bad boy persona.

He quickly pulled down his black ripped jeans, then pulling up the tiny sundress he knew she only wore for him aside. Cock in hand he slowly began rubbing it against her slit.

Broken moans tore from her throat at the mere touch of his skin, the thought that she is just as crazy for him as he is for her driving him mad.

“I’ll fuck you so good baby, so good you’ll never need anyone else. Gonna fucking ruin you.” Anger and sadness dwells inside of him at the thought of her with someone else, needing someone else.

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re my slut. Only mine.” He grunts hard as he slams into her in one push, his tip hitting her cervix as he finishes his sentence.

“Oh god yes.. yours, forever yours I promise” her eyes rolled back in her head, his deep thrusts never ceasing, deeper and deeper each time.

“That’s my good girl.. f-fuck” with his head thrown back he moaned her name and her his, the palms of his hands never stopping their soft assault on her body.

“D-Danny more” who was he to deny her, while she begs his name below him, only his he thought. “Only mine”. With a final thrust he reluctantly pulled out. A small protest came from his girl, the sound becoming one of surprise as he gently picked her up and turned her towards him, then setting her down on the sill she was previously bent over.

“Shh it’s alright princess, I’m not going anywhere” she hummed in approval before settling her hands on his shoulders.

He gently shoved into her this time, the position he put her in being more intimate and intense, he couldn’t pass up a perfect opportunity to drink it all in. Admire her.

“So beautiful ya know that? Look so fucking pretty like this... who’s doing that do ya doll? Huh? Tell me” his husky voice drifting through his now sweaty mask.

“Y-you.” He grits his teeth, his hand coming up to hold on to the top of the window sill, giving him balance as his thrusts suddenly pick up.

“F-fuck so crazy for ya” he almost whispers, his head now resting against hers, the black eyes staring directly into hers. His other hand holding her securely to his body tightens when he feels her own hands shakily drift to the cloth on his face.

He lifts his head to give her better access, the fabric now bunched in her hands. She takes the time to gently caress his curly brown hair as the mask passes, finally falling forgotten on the dusty grounds of springwood.

“C-crazy for you too Danny.. only you” she whispers into his lips as his now bare but still black eyes find hers, full of lust and adoration.

She holds on to his hair, pulling relentlessly, his thrusts now impossibly fast.

“H-harder Danny please.. need you.” The ragged breathes coming from his parted lips becoming more and more labored as the seconds pass.

“So close baby, just a little more.” He buries his lips into her neck, leaving the tiniest of kisses onto her glistening skin.

She pulls him up by his hair, looking deep into his eyes, their lips so close he could feel her warm breath.

“Gonna cum, Danny” the thought barely made it past her lips before his crashed into her, soft but yet possessive at the same time.

“cum for me. I know you want it, so come on doll” he spat out onto her lips, his grip now bruising as he held onto her for dear life, afraid to let go.

She tightens around him, the feeling spurring his thrusts on. Just a little bit more. Her screams of his name playing like music over over in his head, and the feeling of her clinging, so close, making his body start to break like a dam.

“T-that’s my girl... f-fuck I’m right there..” she holds onto him tightly while his cock twitches in her. Her walls tightening around him at the feeling of his hot cum.

“S-shit...” he holds her close, while they both come down. She chants his name like a prayer, the softness of her hands very slowly moving his mess of hair away from his sweaty forehead.

“Don’t forget this baby, don’t forget me. Don’t you fucking dare” he whispers.

“I wouldn’t dream of it” he looks into her eyes with a smirk before setting her safely onto her wobbly feet. He puts his mask and pants back on, then adjusts her dress before throwing her back over his shoulder.

Quickly finding the hatch he then again sets her down.

“See ya later sweetheart” was the last thing she heard as the darkness of the entity consumed her.

End note: stop I was cringing so bad writing this. I also changed plots in the middle of the story so sorry if some stuff doesn’t make sense.

[morimemarryme]

Give into me - Dwight Fairfield x Fem reader {Smut}

Warnings/additional tags: mature, unprotected sex, male/female, dom/sub undertones, praise kink, Dwight is a bottom no argument.

Side note: kinda short. Dwight has my entire heart.

“I know it baby.. Just a little bit longer” she softly moaned to the trembling mess of a man below her. She ran her fingers through his dark tossed hair as she very slowly dragged her soaking pussy against his twitching cock.

“Such pretty sounds for me..” she slightly grabbed his hair before trailing her hands down his heaving chest.

He looked up at her with doe eyes glossed with tears, his glasses now pushed to one side of his face and completely fogged, his skin sheen and flushed for her.

“P-please... I w-want” he tossed his head to the side away from her intense gaze in fear of coming too soon. His hands clutched her thick thighs harshly, needing stability.

“Don’t look away from me Dwight, don’t ever look away” she softly grabbed his chin to turn his blissed out face back to her.

“My beautiful boy..” she sighed before slipping onto his hard length torturously slow.

“Y-yes...oh f-fuck, thank you.” he all but screamed into her chest.

“That’s it.. give it all to me” she leaned down to breathe into his ear as he planted his feet and began to pound up into her. She pushed the impatient man back down, taking his wrists and kissing them softly, then holding them over his head with one of her own, the other moved to wipe the hair sticking to his forehead away, his eyebrows were knit together in pure painful pleasure.

“Now now dweety, don’t you wanna be good for me?” Her voice, sickeningly sweet taunting the already ruined man.

“O-oh god yes.. a-anything..” his voiced thoughts were cut short, her hips began moving oh so slowly again. His mouth clung open as he felt his end so near but still so far away.

“Anything f-for y-you... e-everything” he finally sobbed, the tears that build up during her torturous edging finally bursts like a dam.

“Shhhh my baby.. you have me” she pressed her soft chest fully to his, not a single inch of her skin wasn’t touching his own. Her hands removed from their place upon his instead moving to cradle his head, making his dark eyes stare into her own.

“I l-love you” the confession came out in a small whisper, she wouldn’t have been able to hear if her lips weren’t trailing gentle pecks up his neck. Her eyes moved to his only to see they were already on her. His hands clung desperately to her arms, the nails of his long fingers digging into her flesh as her bouncing began faster.

“Fuck, Dwight... you feel so good.. such a good boy” she tossed her head back as particularly loud moans escaped her red lips.

“I l-love you please... I c-can’t..” she feels him twitch inside her, that being a sign to flutter her walls, earning more rambling begs from her lover.

“Yes that’s it sweetie.. right there” he pushed his lips into the crease of her neck while his arms wrapped all the way around her body. Pants and chants of her name continuously fell from his lips, the need to give all he had to her is what drove him. “I need to be good for her. Always for her” played over and over in his mind as he pounded into her from below.

“O-oh god Dwight!!.. I need it baby please” she was so close and he was even closer, his mouth found hers lovingly before they found each other’s eyes, the same look of pure love and adoration was found in both.

“Give into me” is what she whispered into his mouth, her forehead to his as both their moans echoed against each other.

“O-ohhh s-shit! F-fuck please m-more!” Dwight pleaded desperately before his end finally washed over him, she felt him empty thick hot ropes of cum into her pulsing cunt, trigging her own blissful end. She moaned his name over and over while tightening around his overstimulated cock.

“I love you..” She moaned into his ear before the last of their almost endless waves ceased.

End note: I was listening to “Give into me” by three days grace while writing this, hence where I got the title. Hope you liked it, didn’t really proofread but hopefully it’s still ok. This is my first time posting so if you have any advice have at it.

Title: https://open.spotify.com/track/3kUxUw4b766Fk5RNGK0ZCA?si=MPZTE8MTSOGc8MF2Wbvivw