#i do enjoy jason acting feral i do.

[boyfridged]

Do you agree that Jason, as written by Winnick in UTRH and Lost Days, acts out of character post-resurrection if we take into account his post-crisis robin days? If yes, how would you have him act/react to stuff after he comes back from the dead?

tldr: i definitely agree. moreover, classism plays a huge role in it, and i don’t think that at this point the storyline could lose these implications, which makes trying to conceive what an “in character” (for robin jay) version of these events would be quite difficult. 

let’s just start from saying that i don't think it's a secret that i don't really like winick in general. despite his work being mad interesting on a conceptual level (and style-wise, genuinely well written!), he has no love for the characters he writes about. 

imo utrh shouldn't even ever make it into the mainstream batman timeline. i am aware that this is a radical opinion, but my take is that it would do best as an elseworld story (and in this version too it would need some tweaks here and there), because it made damage both to the mythos of batman and jason's legacy that can never be undone. the very premise of the story is so deeply disconnected from jay's original place in the narrative, and so classist at its roots, that there's not much room to truly fix it. 

(i want to say, preemptively, that i am aware that there are people who read utrh as a story of a revolutionary and a victim – and they have the right to do so, but ngl, my view has always been that it was never written as that. utrh reinforces so many stereotypes that it overshadows the revenge tragedy spirit of it all.) 

another disclaimer is that, to be honest, jay doesn't have a very consistent characterization even in his 80s run, and it also has some classist implications that ideally should be either erased or addressed in the text (that winick instead exaggerated and put at the very front of his storytelling.) starlin's writing is, at the end of the day and very much ironically, more sympathetic and gentler in evaluating jay (simply because at the time he would not get away with changes too blatant) but details such as jay saying that "all life is game" and his random nonchalant behaviour that has its origin in the very beginning of starlin’s run are already signs of it. some readers will trace jason's arrogance prevalent in his red hood era to these issues and say that his actions post-res are therefore a logical extension of his robin days, but i don't buy it. even if you want to lean into starlin-esque characterisation, if you consider the core problem of the garzonas plotline – which is power, jay shouldn’t look into the solution of anything in climbing to the top. and if he did, it would have to be written as a “becoming what you feared/hated most” kind of story, which i can see a certain appeal in (and which would at least acknowledge that it was not his initial personality), but which would go back to its classist assumption of cycles of violence and doomed fates.

so – how to make his post-res era more accurate to his post-crisis robin days (and least classist in the process)?

if we were to follow my fav iterations of his characterisation (barr’s detective comics and the ntt appearances) tbh I don’t think a lot would happen, because his personality is quite mild, and just so hopeful there that i wouldn’t expect any extreme actions from him – but then again, the circumstances that he finds himself in post-res, the trauma, and his sensitivity do warrant grief that should become a driving force in his life from now on. the question is, what to do with this grief as a plot device?

i know that plenty of jason fans hate this take but I actually think the concept of jason trying to be detached and cruel but being bad at it might be one of the least offensive to his 80s characterisation. it’s def not accurate to pre-52 canon (apart from countdown perhaps) but imo for jay to be authentic and nuanced he should be conflicted about his own actions. his overconfident behaviour should be a pose – just as his frantic acts in his origin story as robin were. (again, something that many readers don't take notice of – but reading the rest of collins' writing wherein jay quickly settles into being easy-going and even a bit shy is proof of it.)

these two points lead to the “no good deed” narrative that I often talk about - the reading that jason saw his intuitive and self-sacrificial kind tendencies as something that brought him pain and that never was quite efficient, and that post-res he intentionally tried training himself out of. there are some flashes of it here and there throughout the years of the red hood publishing history, but it never got a true spotlight. and if i were to write lost days, jason flinching at his own violence would be a focal point of the story. 

moving on to utrh; i have spoken about it at length before but I think if he were written 1. with more political sensitivity 2. to have retained the same maturity re: the social order 3. to have the same idea of morality, he should have followed more of actual revolutionary tracks and the whole “drug lord” authoritarian figure schtick along with the idiotic idea of “controlling crime” would have to be thrown out of the window. 

and, later on, forgiveness should play a big role in his story. he's so quick to forgive and justify everyone in his robin run – this is also why i reckon his team up with harvey in tfz was a wasted opportunity.

so, in conclusion – perhaps not that much would have to change re: his actions but definitely a lot should change regarding his emotional journey and his position. i would def throw out a lot of mindless violence and power posturing out of it though. and perhaps make him a bit more polite just for the sake of more consistency (this is not me taking a moral stance btw nor tone policing a fictional character. i just think it would be more faithful to his 80s writing unless you want to make him explicitly scared. and it would be funnier tbh.)

#i think i have written some about it on my old blog #but i'm too lazy to look it up and also i got a lot of hate because of that #i also had a longer post talking about how it can be fixed *now* #anyway i want to say. #i do enjoy jason acting feral i do. #and i do want to allow people to enjoy whatever they do #but you simply can't look at jason's characterisation post-res and lie and say it's not a classist caricature #so maybe i am judging people who don't see any problem with it a bit <3 #and despite my love for cyclic narratives #i do want better for him. and i do want him softer and more mild-mannered #not because i am tone policing people nor because i think anger is not warranted #but because i think it's clear that the source of it in his writing #is not anything revolutionary. it's the opposite #like idk make helena more full of rage or whatever #this was not jay's original place in the narrative. #it was the opposite actually. and i miss him so bad dear god i do:( #anyway i think it's hard to think of him post-res in character also because when i think of what is in-character #i also consider what (as i said) the place in the wider narrative was #and jay's death already ruined it mostly #for it to be regained he would have to start anew as a civilian OR as better batman in crime alley i think #sorry for so many tags. #this is such a delightful ask thank you <3 #dc #jason todd #jay.zip #jay.txt #outbox

[bluegarners]

Which one do you dislike more? Himbo adult Dick Grayson or Tiny angry baby Dick Grayson?

oh hmm, good question anon

the thing is is that i can appreciate the pros and cons of both. i like it when dick grayson, this big, lean, athletic looking man has kind, humble eyes and an easy smile and a "devil may care, im just here to have a good time" attitude. it's sweet and i think it plays to his character well- but only as a general persona and not as his like "one true character" bit. he has facets, he has different faces he shows to certain people, and that doesnt make any one of them any more real or false than the other. he's not going to bring the same level of intensity he might have with batman to a random civilian. he's not going to make silly mistakes and laugh at himself like he would with the titans in front of batman (well sometimes, but i think there's a difference in how he feels/acts around both that it can be percieved)

and i also like the abstract concept of a much younger, freshly traumatized dick grayson. it's a very compelling first look at his character, the first one anyone ever gets to see of him, including himself! i like the idea of this raw, potent, violent anger being something dick is also newly discovering. i like the idea of self-realization through anger and grief as a propelling force, not only between himself and bruce, but also how he chooses to act to and in the world from then on. it's a beautiful progression of horrible grief, aching, festering anger, and then a gradual evolution into someone who still feels things powerfully but can now decide how he wants to portray those feelings and how to act on them. it's especially compelling when he reverts back to that instinctual anger again when he's overwhelmed and stressed, something that doesn't happen frequently in his adult self

however.

if we are describing these qualities as flat "himbo adult" and "feral baby", then i would just never interact ever again because they are so lacking and so boring-- ive always wondered if people who genuinely enjoy such basic character interpretations even enjoy complexity and how that affects how they interact with people irl

but, ultimately, to answer your question anon, i dislike himbo adult dick grayson more. it infantilizes him so much and disregards his years of expertise, ability, and emotional growth to the point of making him an entirely different character. i honestly am not sure when this characterization of him got started or got popular because its so absurd and different from his real character. i get the feeling it was just another instance of people wanting to assign each of the bat-family members a certain role, and since "intelligent" was relegated to tim, "brute/strong" to jason, and then "feral" to damian, the only "personality" left over was cinnamon roll. eurgh

#i dont like either of them but i dislike the himbo one more #i like the potential of what could have been for both flat characterization -as i wrote earlier- but they just arent compelling #asks #anon #dick grayson

[terry-perry]

Todd- I'm going to tell you this thought privately, that way it shall never be spoken of again if you do not want to do it. I apologize if it is weird. thought: GF goes over to the Wayne manor to see Jason, both of age obviously, Bruce is all don't do anything bad since they got into trouble with it the last time. She's like wearing his favorite dress/skirt, Jason being Jason does not really listen to Bruce and to have a quickie with GF he rips her panties' crotch, cause keeping clothes on during sex is kinda hot to me. Ultimately Bruce catches them caught kink sorry.

18+ ONLY!!

Like all the parties at Wayne Manor, the place was packed with important people. Yet the only person Jason had his eye on was you. He knew you wore that dress on purpose. It was the most fuckable thing in your wardrobe, made for sin.

You knew what you were doing wearing it at that party. You knew what you were doing ignoring him most of the time. You knew that there was no way he'd be able to go the night without finding some place to take you after he became desperate enough to do so.

Eventually he got to you, not caring that you were in the middle of a conversation. His hand went down to your lower back, almost right on your ass, as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear about meeting at the library before taking off without you giving an answer.

You watched him walk away, enjoying your own view of the evening as you saw the way his pants clung to his backside. You couldn't wait.

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He loved the dress so much because he was able to get things done without having the need to take it off completely. And if he wanted more skin, he could easily pulled down the neckline to reveal your breasts he can latch his mouth on. Which he currently did as he thrusted up into you. The shelf behind you began to wobble as he fucked you against it. You weren't bothered by the books falling off, all you needed was the pleasure forming between the two of you as he continued drive himself deeper into you.

Your mouths were one as you had your legs wrapped tightly around him and dug your nails into his shoulder. That earned you a growl and got him to to go feral on you, making you whimper as he hit a sensitive spot in you.

You opened your eyes a bit to watch him work, but they widened once they made contact with the door of the library opening.

"Shit, get off!" You whispered-yelled at Jason, needing to get down.

Peering over his shoulder, he saw what you did and quickly set you down. The two of you fixed yourselves up as much as you could until Bruce finally entered.

"What's going on here?" Narrowing his eyes, Bruce looked at the both of you with suspicion.

The both of you gave synchronized shrugs, having the need to act as casually as possible. You felt it did the trick, as Bruce stared at you a second longer until turning away. His parting words, however, left you both more flustered than ever.

"If you need to finish things off, you know I have plenty of empty rooms you can do it then. One of those books could've led you to a weapons room."

#jason todd x reader #request #dc titans #x reader #oneshot #imagine #smut #drabble #jason todd #dc #batfam #batfam imagine #batfamily

[qprstobin]

Oh Eddie 100% was meant to be the king of the underworld, another mirror for Steve. I think that they feel a lot of frustration over how Steve turned out, otherwise I don’t get why they keep making weird doubles for him (we have three! why do we need so much!). I think maybe Eddie is a starter character that they would have developed into a Steve later? Like a character who becomes the confidant for the kids (a very boring choice btw)

The only reason people make Eddie into a victim is to give him the higher ground so that Steve can feel insecure and ashamed, which is a kink for the majority of Steve shippers (like even with Billy which is weird that Steve is sometimes apologizing there too. like guys???? what??????). Canon Eddie is a feral stinky teenage boy. “Mr Cringefail Mr Attentionwhore” to Steve’s “Mr Funny Mr Cool”. Like in order to be the king of the losers and freaks you kinda sorta NEED TO ALSO BE ONE. Steddie are so funny together, like a satirical piece on Romeo and Juliet, whyyyy did people decide to focus on the bullying and victimhood. It doesn’t suit the characters at all

I miss canon Eddie so much, Quinn put so much work into the feral stinky aspect AND YET

I think they also keep trying to, like, recreate the hype they got with Steve accidentally. (Which to an extent they did in Eddie I guess but in a weird way.) But it's hard to do that kind of thing on purpose, you know?

I agree also that Eddie definitely was meant in his own way to be like "king of freaks" or something similar. I think the king titles get tiresome after a while but social hierarchy wise? Most definitely. Which honestly is so much fun! I don't know why people don't lean into it more in a fun way instead of making it angsty. The rivalry they may or may not have could be so incredibly funny but they also make it "oh no :((((( look how mean everyone was". Honestly everyone in this show is casually kinda mean, with a few exceptions (Billy, Troy & James, later Jason) thats all it seems to be, at least if the characters we're introduced to.

Honestly, I'm not sure a lot of these people are actually Steve fans 😭 they don't seem to like Steve very much??? Like Steve fans do enjoy some good whump - either emotional or physical (some of the fics my mutes have read.... Insanity) - and I can attest to that! But like there has to be some pay off for that which a lot of these fics don't seem to have. I'm not sure if people just aren't thinking things through or what.

Also I totally agree I ADORE canon Eddie. He's awkward and a little cringe, and probably is a huge flirt but is very, very bad at it. (Joe Q.'s comment that 'Eddie is never as successful with girls as he thinks he is' lives rent free in my head.) He's dramatic and probably a little gross (at the very least his van must always smell like weed). He is soooo ADHD coded to me, and honestly is just a hilarious outsider pov type character (a dude who thinks he is a freak and a weirdo and then finds out the priss the jock and the loner are all in an actual monster fighting club with his mentees, what's better than this).

I think also when people go too hard into the "he was bullied :(((" thing as opposed to how he actually comes across in canon, is that you lose that narrative foil that makes him so interesting in the first place. Firstly, the obvious Steve parallels, but also I think people miss out on the fact that all of the Spicy Six (minus Argyle 💔) are portrayed when they're first introduced as very much caught up in their own worlds and opinions. Steve is the one who everyone points out because he's definitely has the like biggest and most obvious re-evaluation. But Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin I would argue do too?

Nancy is much more concerned with her new boyfriend who isn't her boyfriend than anything else, very focused on rebelling. She's seen as someone who is uptight and a priss acting out. Barb's disappearance and death completely shakes her foundation, causes her to completely reprioritize her life and what's important.

Jonathan's isn't done in like a great way, because the resolution with the pictures was lazy as hell. But arguably he is going through the same foundation changing first with Will disappearing and then with the pictures. He even says that he saw Nancy as shallow and forgot she was a real person. Them working together is - as poorly done as it is - a similar journey.

Robin's is less on screen, but she goes through a similar thing with the others, overcoming dumb high school biases and befriending Steve. Though hers like I said starts off screen because you get the vibe she started liking Steve before the Russians thing happened.

Eddie is literally going through the same thing. He says himself that he thought Steve was an asshole and that both Steve and Nancy were forcing him to reevaluate his prior biases. A big part of the older crowds upside down journey has always been growing as a person and learning that there's more than meets the eye with others, and moving past stupid high school cliques and biases. The fact so much of fandom ignores that Eddie is also super biased and is also reevaluating his thoughts completely detracts from his character and growth. Like I know the duffers love doing the petty high school "jocks suck and nerds rule" thing, but that doesn't mean fandom has to lol. I feel like giving Eddie all these reasons to not just hate jocks but hate Steve specifically just kinda undermines part of the journey.

Anyway I got WAYYYY off track. Wkenedk this has just been in my head for a while

#eddie munson #steddie #st meta #anon #anonymous #asks

[peaceteaa11]

okay here’s a quick idea for a smut blog i guess??

(it’s brief so !!)

imagine:

you and eddie have known eachother since you were little blah blah blah right, you became bestfriends in middle school and haven’t looked back, one day y/n needed help with self exploration (if you will 😭), eddie and y/n are both high af in the moment y/n asked eddie to help her??

girl i don’t know this is just a really stupid idea that took me like 4 minutes to think of. anyways i am inlove with your writing style.

WOWISDJ WAIT one more thing.

can we talk about how HOT eddie’s rings are..

lord the chokehold rings have on me 🤭.. god it makes me absolutely feral

okay okay bye!!

Okay! I’m so sorry this took me so long I’ve been like having to work a job and do stuff. Which obviously is not what I wanna be doing. All I wanna do is write fanfic all day but the universe says no no no you need money ;-; super lame.

Also you’re so sweet! I love writing so that means a lot to me, darling x

ALSO also Eddie’s ringgssssssssss ughhhhhhhh feral is the correct word to use. Like rabid beast breaking free from the gates of hell type of feral. Truly sinful.

Peace and Love, Babes.

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Hey, Eddie?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Rating: 18+... you little crotch goblins not of age shall keep scrolling. Ya hear? I don't wanna hear no back talk. Come back when you're old enough to be reading this. Seriously, go enjoy your childhood bro. Go touch some grass.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT. You saw the request. Babes. Let's not act surprised. Fingering happens, along with lots of smooching, but I figure the fingering is more important to warn about. Some light cursing. Lots of praise. (Cause I'm a whore for praising)

Summary: Exactly what the prompt says, darling. You have Eddie have been friends since you were younger. And now... you need some help. And Eddie loves to be of service.

A/N: I am so sorry. but also... no I'm not. so enjoy this. Also, this took me so long, I have been so busy. I promise more content is coming soon but literally so much has been happening. Also, boys do be messing ya girl's heart sometimes ngl. So, from now on we're gonna stick to fictional men and fictional men only. I ONLY PROOFREAD ONCE! THERE WILL BE MISTAKES! I'm sorry. But I believe there are enough context clues for when mistakes arise.

Word Count: 3.5k

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Eddie and you have been the closest of friends since you met in middle school after you punched a young Jason Carver square in the jaw for calling Eddie stupid. Ever since then Eddie has followed you around like a puppy, big brown eyes always on you. If you were honest with yourself, at first, Eddie following you day and night was annoying. You liked to be alone. It was calm and quiet, but Eddie, he never shut up. After a few weeks, you came to love his constant chatter. You became fascinated by his fast-paced mind and creative touch to life. Ever since then you never grew tired of him and he never got enough of you, whether you could believe it or not. You two became attached at the hip and you both liked it that way.

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“Do you think Chrissy and Jason will have kids one day or just little demons?” Eddie giggles to himself mostly but stares across his room at you.

You turn over onto your stomach from your relaxed position on Eddie's bed. You look over the edge, down to the floor where Eddie is sitting, propped against his wall.

“Hm. Chrissy’s pretty nice. Fifty/Fifty I think.” You hum as Eddie passes the joint to you with a smirk. He puffs smoke in your direction and chuckles.

“Mmm. I don’t know. I think Jason’s evil douchey douchebag genes will take over.”

“It’s a possibility.” You suck in a long drag, holding the smoke in your lungs, soaking up the intoxicating burn.

“Do you think Steve will go bald? I bet Steve has a weird shaped head. Like an almond. Or cashew. Not quite sure which but definitely a nut of some sort. Can you imagine Steve bald?!” Eddie chuckles as you pass the joint over when Eddie does small grabby hands. You laugh letting the smoke escape from your lungs, rushing out into the warm air of Eddie’s room.

“Eddie, please. Steve bald is the most scarring thing I’ve ever had to imagine. You’re killing me.” Eddie giggles to himself and you can’t help but join. Both of you not too sure as to why you are laughing. Your eyes meet his and your stomach tightens like it has for the past two years every time you’ve looked at Eddie. You’ve gotten used to the feeling of pining after Eddie so usually it was easy to ignore but tonight your mind is clouded. “So… how did things go with Jenna?” You poke a bit trying to gauge how his date a few days ago went.

“Don’t get me started, love.” He laughs softly.

“You get laid?” The words topple from your lips before you can think. Instantly as the words hit your ears you mentally scold yourself. God, could you be more obvious?

“Nah.” He shakes his head and pushes his hair from his face. He gestures for you to take the blunt but you shake your head softly. He nods and takes another hit. “My right hand has been my best friend for a while now. I can’t remember the last time I got laid. Probably junior year. After that one gig. But maybe not.” He chuckles casually but your stomach churns. “How bout you darling? Getting any action?” He stares at you intensely. His eyes dark and questioning.

“Eddie. You already know that I haven’t. I’ve never even…” you let your words trail off. Thanking the gods that your brain caught up to your words before they left your tongue.

“Even what?” He smiles softly. Sitting up a bit straighter.

“Don’t act dumb.”

“I am dumb. Just say it.” He tilts his head confused. “We’re best friends, y/n. Just tell me. You know I’m not one to judge. Ya know glass rocks and houses.”

“Glass house and stones.” You laugh.

“Yea yea.” He waves his hand back and forth dismissing your correction.

“I… well. You know I haven’t had sex yet Eddie.” You whisper and he nods slowly.

“Yea. I know. I’m just making sure nothing's changed.” His face twitches a bit like he’s nervous. “Your right hand also been keeping you company?” He smirks playfully as a blush, whether from the high or his brazen confidence, you couldn’t tell, sets in on your cheeks. All you knew is your face was very very hot.

“No!” You giggle pushing yourself up so that your sitting on your knees looking down at Eddie as his face drops.

“Wait! What?! How have we never talked about this?! You’ve never masturbated before?” He springs to his knees and shuffles over to the edge of the bed. He looks up at you and his eyes are filled with amazement.

“What? Of course I have, idiot!” You push Eddie’s forehead and he chuckles bouncing right back.

“Okay… now I’m really confused.”

“Eddie. Can we just drop this?”

“Nooooo tell me!” He whines like a child grabbing your hand in his. He gently kisses your knuckles and smiles. “Please?”

“I- just promise you won’t… like… think I’m weird.” Your words cause his face to drop into a serious face.

“Look at who you’re talking to, babe.”

You nod slowly. “It’s just. I’ve never really… enjoyed? I just never really found pleasure in… touching? I- this is so stupid. I just I’ve never really…” your voice softens as Eddie crawls onto the bed in front of you. He grabs your chin and lifts your gaze to his.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” He asks soft and sweet.

You nod your head, confirming his question.

“Oh. That’s. Oh.” Eddie releases a breathy chuckle.

“Yea…” you try to look back down at your lap but Eddie holds your chin up. His gaze locked on yours.

“You sure?” He squints down at you. You roll your eyes so hard it’s a wonder they didn’t get stuck in your head.

“Eddie… I think I would know if I’ve-“

“Okay okay yea. You would.” He sighs and his hand falls from your chin into your lap. “That sucks…” he whispers and looks down at his hand in your lap. You nod slowly and silence falls over the two of you. Your high still buzzing through you making you hyperaware of Eddie’s warmth near your body.

“Hey, Eddie?” You whisper softly your voice shaking. God. This is going to be either the best or worse decision you ever make.

“Hm?” He lifts his head and looks into your eyes causing you to second guess what you’re about to say. “Y/n?” He chuckles nervously in your silence.

“You’ve… touched girls before.” You whisper. Your words causing Eddie to tense up. “Can you…”

“Woah Woah. You have no idea what you’re saying right now.” He grabs your knees and looks down at you like he is about to scold you.

"Oh. So you haven't touched girls before then?" You tease him trying to lighten the mood between you two. He smirks down at you gripping your knees tighter.

"Hey now, that's not what I said." He chuckles. "You're too high to be saying all this."

"You're just as high as I am." You poke his chest and he shakes his head lightly.

"No. I am way more tolerant than you, my love. I am nowhere near as high. I mean. I'm pretty gone, but with what you're saying... you're really gone."

"No. No. I'm not. Really!" You giggle and Eddie shakes his head.

"You are! Y/n you're my best friend I know when you're lying. Idiot." He chuckles and kisses your forehead. As he's pulling away you reach up and grab his face and pull it down to yours. You listen as Eddie's breath catches in his throat as his hands slip off your knees and his body sort of slips into yours. “What- what are you-"

"Eddie, help me. Please, I want to. I want you to help me." Your voice is soft as your breath hits his lips. He shivers a bit and grabs your waist. He pushes himself up a bit straight but keeps his head level with yours.

"Please. Please don't do this to me." He sighs softly, closing his eyes. Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest, a part of you thinks it's just an effect of your high but another part knows that it's Eddie.

"Do what?" You ask softly and nudge your nose against his.

"You... you don't understand how often I think about you. I can't do this. I can't. It-"

"I think about you too. Like all the time." You giggle but Eddie shakes his head.

"No. You don't understand I don't about you like I'm supposed to. As my best friend. I think about you-"

"Like this..." You whisper and lean into Eddie. Pressing your lips to his. He groans and leans into you but quickly pulls away.

“No no no. Don’t do that. We can’t.” He shoves your shoulder just a bit but you scooch near him once more.

“Eddie, just this once? Please? As a favor to a friend?” You bat your lashes at him and he groans.

“Friends don’t do this.”

“Then we can reassess afterwards. Right now I just really really want your hands on my body.” You whimper and is eyes widen. You watch as his eyes scan your figure.

“Come here.” He grabs you under your arms and quickly readjusts the two of you on his bed. His back against the wall and your back against his chest. “Reassess after?” He checks with you again and sighs softly into your ear.

“Mhm. I already know what I want though." You smile out into Eddie's room wishing you could see his face.

“I think I do too. But I can’t think about it all right now.” He grunts pulling you closer and lifting your shirt up over your head.

You sigh as his warm fingers contrasting with the cool metal of his rings glides down your chest and your stomach. You shutter and push your head back against his shoulder.

“Eddie…” You whimper in his arms. Falling apart at just the idea of his fingers dancing their way further down your torso.

“I haven’t even done anything yet. Save your breath.” He places a small peck on your neck, testing the waters. When you shiver beneath his lips and move your hands to grip his thighs he smirks. "So, you enjoyed that, yeah?" He slides his hand further down your body causing you to push against his form behind you. He grunts a bit and places a few more kisses on your neck.

His hands roam your hips a bit, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your sweats every once and a while. You inhale a deep breath trying to slow your mind down, but everything is on overdrive and you can still feel the buzz of your high in your chest. Eddie's thumbs dip below the band of your pants on either side and you hear him inhale sharply.

"Can I?" He whispers through his teeth, nervous, maybe as nervous as you are.

"Yes." You whisper and lean your head back onto the front of Eddie's shoulder while he lifts your hips up and helps you to shimmy out of your sweats. He groans as your hips collide with his haphazardly.

"Careful." He chuckles and tries to push your hips a little further from his but you whine.

"I like you be against you. You're so warm and comfy." Your words a mumbled yet floaty which is a show of your high, but still. You are sure that this is something you want and have wanted for years now.

"Warm and comfy?" He chuckles and pulls your hips back into his, the bulge in his pants pressing against your lower back. "You're so beautiful, my love." He hums into your ear and shrugs his shoulder a bit, signaling for you to move your head. You lift your head and as soon as you do his lips are attached to the gentle skin of your neck.

He lets out soft hums, almost like a buzzing near your ear. You almost don't even notice his fingers working the waistband of your underwear. You gasp as his fingers hook around the sides and pull the thin cloth down your legs. Eagerly, you help by maneuvering your legs.

Eddie nibbles at your neck as he flings your underwear somewhere in his room. His nibbles and kisses on your neck get hungrier and sloppier as his hands find your knees. He grips your legs and slowly spreads them apart, hooking them around his extended legs to keep them spread.

The air of Eddie's room hits your sensitive skin and you shiver. Eddie pulls his lips away from your neck and grunts, his hips rutting up into you involuntarily. You feel the slick between your hips intensify at his actions.

Eddie's hands slide down your thighs and find your hips. His thumbs rub small circles into your skin. It's agonizing for him to be so close, yet so far away.

"You sure you want, uh, my help?" He hums.

"Mhm. Yes. For educational purposes." You joke and he can't help but laugh. His chuckles rumbling from behind you, his chest buzzing, sending shivers throughout your body.

"Right." He presses a warm open-mouthed tongue to your neck. Sucking at your skin as he pulls away. You whine, skin tingling from his touch. "Educational. You better pay attention, ya know, so that you'll be able to learn for when I'm not around to help." His voice is deep and you can practically hear the lust in his voice. Dry and sultry as his fingers grip at your waist, painfully tight.

"Eddie..." You beg, pushing your hips back into his on purpose. He whimpers from behind you and his breath catches in his throat. You smirk to yourself until you feel his warm fingers pressing lightly over your mound. You shutter.

"Ready?" He questions genuinely. All you can manage to release is a soft moan and eager nod.

Your hands have been the only explorers of your body and all they did was fumble about. Unsure. Unknowing of what made you feel good, nothing ever felt right when you did it. You felt shame in your own touch. Afraid of how to please yourself, how could you know your own body so little? What was the difference between your touch and Eddie's, besides the obvious?

Maybe it was the approach, the view. Where your fingers felt shame, Eddie's feel beautiful curves and folds. Where your fingers fumbled, his glide eager to please you.

Eddie gently slips a finger into your folds. He hums to himself and slowly pulls his finger from you. You whimper at the loss of his touch. "Woah, you're really wet." He chuckles. A warm blush of embarrassment cloaks your face. "Don't be shy, darling." He nudges his nose against your cheek and sighs lightly as his finger dips back in. You whimper as his finger quickly finds your clit. He hums proudly. "There it is." He rubs slow circles over the sensitive bud with his index finger and grips your waist with his other hand to keep you from bucking your hips. "Pay attention, now." He chuckles. You whine pushing your head back into his shoulder once again.

"Eddie, I- I..."

"Shhhhh. I'm teaching. Don't interrupt." A cocky chuckle slips from his lips as he slides his middle finger between your folds as well. He lays a soft kiss on your neck and your whole body tingles. Buzzing from your high but mainly from the feeling of Eddie's fingers gently rubbing your clit. His cool rings send chills down your skin as they cause contrasting feelings from his fingers. "Right here. This is where you want to spend the most time and attention. Mkay?" He groans halfway through his explanation, his hips rutting against your bare back. You whimper, your hips fighting against his left hand for movement. "Oh shit... when you... when you make those sounds it's hard to focus on-" You let out another soft moan, "Fuck." He groans into your neck, grinding against you as his fingers encircle your clit faster.

Your back arches, chest raising leaving his behind and you hear his huff. You feel his left hand rubbing soft circles on your hip encouraging you. Heat builds up in your lower torso, like a million knots tying, one after the other, tension building up. You grip his thighs, nails digging into his skin so harshly that there is no doubt that marks will be left. Not that he will mind.

"Okay. Um, now tell me if it hurts or if you don't like it okay?" You hear Eddie's voice from behind you as your back falls back into his chest. More tension is building in your core. All your sense overloaded from the high of both a building climax and Eddie's voice.

"Mmm. Eddie, please." You know what comes next and you are dying for him to show you all the right twists and turns to take. To show you how he sees your body, to show you how you should see and feel your body.

"Okay." He huff nervously but you can hear the tint of excitement that he is trying to push down. Suddenly, Eddie's two fingers slip inside you causing your jaw to fall slack. Your breath hitches in your chest. "Oh... wow... you like that, my love?" You not feverishly one hand flying up to grab the back of Eddie's neck, wanting him to be as close to you as possible. You grip at the hair sitting at the nap of his neck that is sweaty from arousal traveling through his body. He moans loudly into your ear as you tug him down into your neck. He huff and starts to lay sloppy kiss all over your skin. Your shoulder and neck are sure to be covered in his marks once you have finished.

His fingers begin to push in and out of you causing jolts of pleasure to rush through your body. His thumb quickly finds your clit again he rubs quick but deliberate circle over it. Your back arches again but this time Eddie does nothing to stop you. He continues to push his finger in and out of you, his rings hitting the rim of your opening every time. Never failing to send that cooling shock through your pleasure.

"Eddie!" You whine loudly as he quickens his pace. Pressing harder onto your clit. Energy buzzing through every blood cell in your body.

"Come on, darling. That's it." He kisses your cheek gently as you hold his neck tightly. Keeping his face next to yours. His scent wafting around you, his hair tickling your chin. "You're so beautiful. Your body is the most amazing thing that could ever walk this planet. Cum for me, please. Show me how beautiful you sound.

His voice in your ear combined with all the stimulation of your clit cause all the knots that had been recently tied to come undone. Your back arches away from his chest but your head digs into his shoulder. Your body trembling in his grasp. He continues to finger you as you ride out the high. All the sensations that the books and movies have talked about you, you felt.

After a few more moments of shivers and aftershocks, your body sinks back into his chest. Eddie pulls you up, readjusting you in his arms. He pulls you against his chest and kisses your neck softly. "You are perfect, my love. That was... you are so beautiful." He whispers against your cheek. You snuggle back into him, pulling his head down again but this time you turn your head and your lips meet his. Its soft and gentle. He whines into your mouth and chases when you pull away, exhausted from your first climax.

A comfortable silence befalls the two of you. "So, how was my teaching? Did you take notes?" He hums and lays more kisses on your neck, not worrying about what may come next.

"Mmmm. S'was good. But, I forgot my notebook. So I'll need more lessons." His lips pause against your neck and pulls away. His neck straightens out and he tilts your head straight back for you to look up at him. You grin at his surprised face.

"Yeah? You want that?" He questions nervously.

"Yes. And a date would be nice too. Maybe to Starcourt?" You hum happily, hazy and high.

"Yes. That would be nice. Then I can give you lessons after this date." He chuckles and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

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That do be all folks. Again sorry for any mistakes but here it is. I’m exhausted from work so I hope this makes sense. Peace and Love, Babes x

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Almost forgot to tag my lovely babes x

#requests open #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie my beloved #stranger things #fictional crushes #peaceteaaposts #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female character

[lunagojo]

Bruce Wayne (Arkhamverse ) dating the female inosuke (would they be a good motherly figure to the Robins? )

and him going yes I take that one my lovely feral wife that doesn't need money to be happy only acorns and her bore mask

I love your work so much your work is addicting like looking in the gojos eyes 💞

a/n: Ooooh interesting request! I will do my best! I hope you enjoy and thank you very much for your patience <3

Arkhamverse!Bruce Wayne w/ a S/O That is Like Inosuke

How did you two even find each other? Lol, well...

You suddenly leapt into the fray when Bruce was outnumbered, fighting some of Joker's goons

You took care of them all in a matter of moments and even the stoic Bruce was like "...?!"

Though to be honest, Bruce was just like "Great, another vigilante to deal with" and tried to just ignore you and move on (after all, you weren't exactly doing anything wrong, and you did end up helping him out, though he was hesitant to admit to that last part)

But...you kept appearing

It got to a point where he finally was like "Ok who the f are you and why are you interfering with my job"

When you simply expressed your desire to be the strongest, he canted his head and responded with a grunt

What did that grunt mean? Honestly it's probably Brucespeak for "Okay well fine fair enough"

From that point on it was rare to not see you together, fighting crime

Bruce wanted to get rid of you at first, he didn't want to see you get hurt and end up like Jason, but it was abundantly clear that you were there to stay

And he had to admit...he was kinda fond of you after awhile

Your enthusiasm and indomitable spirit was admirable to him, and you did lighten the mood after certain grim circumstances

He eventually got comfortable enough with you and trusted you enough to tell you his true identity

The Robins actually loved you, they were very protective of you and you of them (well Dick and Tim were, Jason just kinda...ignored you)

Bruce also gave you access to Oracle so she could also help you if you needed it

When Bruce was asked by the press if he was pursuing a relationship with anyone, he just kind of froze up and changed the subject, though his mind did go to you

He appreciated how you just wanted to spend time with him and didn't want him for his money or his looks. I mean, you got to know him as Batman first, so you didn't know who he really was to begin with

When he did eventually tell you his identity, he was worried that your opinion of him would change, that you would act differently around him, but you didn't

...In his desk drawer at Wayne Enterprises he has a collection of all the little trinkets and such you've gifted him, acorns (how did you find acorns in Gotham??? He doesn't know), bottle caps, shiny rocks, etc.

He finds it adorable that you think of him and give him these simple little gifts, they mean much more to him than any expensive gift

After all, he already has everything, he could get anything he wanted, who would've guessed that this sort of thing would be more valuable to him than any of his possessions?

If anything happened to you he would go ballistic

Your love for each other was kind of an unspoken thing between you two, you just sort of knew

Tim, Dick, and Barbara rib Bruce constantly because of your relationship, asking him when he's going to propose

Alfred doesn't exactly appreciate the messes you make in Wayne Manor, but he does appreciate you for the fact that you make Bruce happy (it's all he's ever wanted for him T_T)

Even though Bruce kind of keeps your relationship away from the public eye, he doesn't know what he'd do without you

It's been a long time since he's been this happy ;w;

#this turned out so dang cute #thank you for the request! <3 #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #batman #bruce wayne

[wsstandsfor]

STUDY: JAKOB BARNES

basics.

is your muse tall/short/average? average

are they okay with their height? yep

what’s their hair like? a big damn mess. a feral system of mid-length brown (lighter in 616, darker-to-black in MCU) curls, waves, and muss. will only clean up for cover or when he Has To. 

do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming? he takes pride in being a hobo after years of having to be military neat.

does your muse care about their appearance/what others think? he’s a very vain boy. but really no.

preferences.

indoors or outdoors? indoors    

rain or sunshine? rain    

forest or beach? forest

precious metals or gems? gems >:3c    

flowers or perfumes? flowers    

personality or appearance? personality

being alone or being in a crowd? depends!    

order or anarchy? anarchy

painful truths or white lies? painful truths

science or magic? depends!

peace or conflict? peace but he enjoys a good conflict.

night or day? night

dusk or dawn? dusk

warmth or cold? cold

many acquaintances or a few close friends? few close friends

reading or playing a game? game (usually alone or with a friend, not a board game with a group)

questionnaire.

what are some of your muse’s bad habits? “’Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch.’” Overly dramatic deep breath, “Fucker, ‘big mouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk.’” Rocking on his feet, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket, lollipop stick pointing to the ceiling, “No wait, that’s the kid from The Breakfast Club.”

has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? “Y’gotta have people close t’ya before y’lose people.”

He was close to his first two handlers. When he saw one of them dead and the other was vanished, Jakob started really acting out. He was told they were only pretending to be his friend.

what are some fond memories your muse has? A bajillion pranks, successful missions and heists. Quiet time with the people he actually cares about.

is it easy for your muse to kill? “Ye. It’s what I’m here for.” Okay, but he doesn’t really take joy in it. Unless people deserve to be killed. 

what’s it like when your muse breaks down? ANGRY SCREAMING CRYING WRECK WITH TOO MANY WEAPONS.

is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? “Bucky. Cap, I fuckin’ guuuuuuuesssss. Natasha.” @khakerskayavdova @bubblegvmbullets​ @setitallaflame​‘s Reagan. @/155waystohell's Jason et. al.

what’s your muse like when they’re in love? He will fight tooth and nail for his love. He’ll comfort them in a time of need. Tell them they don’t have to hide from him. He’s a feral young man who would need an anchor and understanding for his rough edges.

tagged by: @murder-popsicle​

#headcanons #asked and answered

[scarofthewind]

Plz bless us with showering nsfw

A/N: This took too long to write; also, hello and sorry for the not-writing. I’ve found that my family is beyond annoying and my step dad thinks that women belong in the kitchen and should cook him a meal no questions asked. Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18, choking, shower sex, breast worship, no protection, anal

word count: 1.2k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Bubba Sawyer: He was way too eager to slip his cock between your legs. What started off as a nice warm shower, ended with the water going cold as he had you clinging to the shower curtain for support. The way his cock hit deep inside you made you nearly topple over if it wasn’t for his heavy grip on your thigh, keeping it raised for the perfect angle. You were so blinded by euphoria that you almost missed the shower curtain rod bending as you held on to the curtain. The creaking of metal was what made you look up, “Bubba stop, the curtain’s gonna fall!” You feel him still and he looks up too, his lips leaving the mark on on your neck as his eyes watch the curtain rod bend, your hand letting the fabric of the curtain go. You make a mental note to keep the sex in the bedroom for safety purposes.

Vincent Sinclair: You hadn’t even gotten the chance to wash the conditioner out of your hair before Vincent had your back pressed against the shower wall. Holding one of your legs up by the back of the knee, he fucked into your sopping cunt at god speed, each thrust into your gummy walls had him closer to his own orgasm. His eyes focused on the way your breasts bounced with each snap of his hips and he bent down to take one into his mouth, teasing your pert nipple and reveling in the way your hands raked down his back. It didn’t take long before he was shooting his cum deep into your cunt while nipping at your breast like a starved man. 

Norman Bates: He never thought it was the safest option due to the idea of slipping and possibly hurting oneself, but when your hands trace down his front, nonchalantly stroking his slowly hardening cock, who is he to say no? Norman likes to watch your face so your back would be pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist while he hold onto your ass for dear life, trying his best to keep steady whilst bouncing you on his member. He’ll cum quicker during shower sex that way he can enjoy eating you out on the bathroom sink once he’s fingered his seed out of you. 

Charles Lee Ray: He’s a lazy, laid back man so usually with sex, you’re doing most of the work. Even in the shower, it’s you working yourself back on his cock, hands pressed against the cold tile walls while his hands grip your hips tightly. His eyes never leave your conjoined sex’s; watching the way your tight little ass swallows his cock makes him groan in satisfaction. “Can you please fuck me already?” You whine, looking back at him and watching his eyes flick up to yours with that same look of boredom as always. He gives a quick snap of his hips in a teasing manner but still makes you do all the work; don’t worry, he let’s you tease him back...sometimes.

Brahms Heelshire: His lips never leave your chest; his mouth has created over a dozen hickey’s that will last longer than a week with how dark they are and his teeth now gently nibble at your nipples, pulling on them softly before flattening his tongue over them. His thrusts are slow but manage to send shivers up your spine every time with how deep they go. “Please go faster, I’m almost there,” you practically sob, knowing damn well he’s doing it on purpose to tease you. You both know that he has your orgasm in his hands and will prolong it for however long he’d like. A sharp nip to the side of your breast has you hissing as he straightens to tower above you, the warm water of the shower hitting his back. Brahms can feel the way your walls tremble around his member and he smirks to himself knowing he has you exactly where he wants you; begging.

Thomas Hewitt: With how big he is, a shower is cramped with you joining him; however, it doesn’t stop him from holding you close and fucking into your drooling pussy like a madman. His thrusts are relentless and his hands have a rough grip on your ass as he plants you against the wall, your breasts bouncing against his chest at is movements. “S-slow down, Thomas,” you barely get out between moans but you know he won’t. He’ll keep hitting that spot inside you that’s almost painful as he grunts and growls above you, his orgasm fast approaching all whilst the hot shower pours along his back.

Michael Myers: Oh sweet Jesus I pray for you; he’s ruthless and feral so he’ll do anything with you anywhere; including fucking you against the cold glass of the shower door. He likes seeing your breath fog up the glass as you try to hold on to it for dear life while he fucks the soul out of you. His cock drags along your walls with ease, the hot water helping aid with the movement while the steam makes everything more feverish - more primal. If you have neighbors, they will defiantly be complaining at some point later in the day because with how hard and fast he fucks, Michael defiantly has you screaming his name like a prayer.

Bo Sinclair: He’s another one who doesn’t really care for it; he doesn’t want to bust his ass from slipping in the shower but the moment you get on your knees in front of him, his cock is hard and ready to go. Bo will get a toothy grin on his face and act cocky but deep down, he’s absolutely losing his mind at the pleasure your warm mouth gives him. Shower sex is the only time you’ll ever see this man cum so fast in his entire life. There’s just something about the way the water droplets roll off your breasts and the steam in the air makes his head cloudy with lust while his eyes watch your juices drip from your pussy as you swallow his cock. 

Jason Voorhees: He’s afraid of water, but when you shower with him, he goes without a word. He’ll start off gently in his touches, wanting to stay pressed against you underneath the warmth of the water. As time grows though, he won’t hesitate to sink his thick cock between your lower lips, watching your mouth part as a soft whimper escapes your throat. Once he’s bottomed out, the fun begins. It’s hard to know what Jason’s really thinking but you can guess by what kind of mood he’s in; if he wraps his fingers around your neck while fucking you against the shower wall, his eyes boring into yours, then he’s mad. If he slows his pace and focuses on hitting your deeper spots over and over again, his head buried in your neck, then he’s in a good mood. Either one has you creaming and gushing around his cock in no time.

#[✉️].request #😈.smut #horror imagines #horror x reader #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclaair x reader #vincent sinclair #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #Thomas Hewitt #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #Michael Myers #michael myers x reader #norman bates x reader #Norman Bates #charles lee ray x reader #Charles Lee Ray #chucky x reader

[fernweh-writes]

You could ask my question, if possible, of course. With the Slachers (Michael, Jason, Brahms, Vincent and Bo) with her beloved looking innocent and even angelic, but she is extremely jealous and possessive when a victim or survivor flirts with her slachers to the point of saying something in context: " he is mine !!" (while the reader embraces Slachers). What would be the reaction of the slachers, about the corpotamento of his beloved?

I don’t write for Jason, sorry but I can definitely do the rest. Since I don’t write for many slashers, with requests like this one I usually do a little snippet for all of the slashers I do write for. But I like this idea a lot so without further ado…

P.S. this took me so much longer than I expected, I definitely got a little invested in these lol. I left out Thomas and Jesse but I may go back and add them at a later time idk yet.

-Fern🌿

Slashers x Possessive S/O

Michael Meyers

Your innocent and kind nature would be one of the things that made Michael interested in you. You were the first person to take the time to actually figure him out rather than checking him off as Evil™️ and treating him as such. He also likes the fact that he can easily make you flustered, it feeds his need for control. Knowing that he can simply press himself against you and leave you blushing both pleases and amuses him.

We all know that Michael is very possessive. He often stalks you while you’re at work or out in town running errands. At this point, it’s no longer because he feels the need to be predatory, he’s just making sure that what’s his is safe from any harm.

One night you had decided to go out with a few friends, which Michael wasn’t very excited about, but eventually he allowed it. It was one of those busy clubs/bars that had opened recently, so of course the place was crowded. This left Michael with no choice but to ditch the mask while he followed you, another thing he wasn’t happy about.

He ended up sitting on the other side of the place by himself with his eyes glued to you. He didn’t like you being around so many people. Michael was so focused on watching you that he had barely even noticed the woman walk up and make herself cozy in the seat opposite of him. Now his attention was on her while she grinned at him like the Cheshire Cat, pushing her cleavage together to make it more apparent in her already low cut dress.

Michael could’ve sworn that you had teleported, after all he had only take his eyes off of you for a second. Now you had your arms wrapped around him with your head resting on his neck. “Can we help you,” you asked the girl in front of you. Michael had never heard your voice sound so cold.

The girl began to twirl her hair, not deterred by the fact that you were running your hands over Michael. “I was just wondering what such a handsome man was doing here all by himself,” she purred. She attempted to reach forward and grab his hand but you were quick to smack it away before Michael could even move.

“He’s not here by himself he’s with me. And if I were you I would keep your hands to yourself and away from what’s mine.” After you said that it didn’t take long for Michael to drag you back home. To him it was your way of saying that you were in fact a permanent part of Michaels life. Plus you threatening someone when you’re usually so polite was a change of pace that left Michael wanting. You can definitely expect the girl to turn up missing on the news soon after that night as well.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms adored your innocence and kindness. You never hesitated to follow the rules and care for him, which is why he kept you around. After all he needs a nanny that is actually going to take care of him. Brahms also had an easy time revealing himself to you since after the initial shock of it all you were delighted to find out you weren’t being haunted and that you weren’t in a huge countryside mansion all by yourself.

Seeing as Brahms is a major introvert and goes absolutely feral if there’s someone new in his house that he hasn’t allowed you usually have nothing to worry about. However, suppose something happens where Malcolm has to leave for a few weeks, meaning that a new girl is assigned to deliver the groceries until Malcolm returns.

You were in the kitchen chopping up ingredients for lunch when she arrived for the first time. You had to admit that she was pretty, she was tall and athletic looking with perfect curls. It was hard for you to not notice that she was blonde, Brahms had a thing for blondes…

“So Malcolm told me that Brahms isn’t dead or a ghost, is that right?” You didn’t like the fact Malcolm had told this random girl about Brahms but you muttered in agreement anyways. She helped you put up the rest of the groceries in silence, not speaking again until she had opened the door to leave. “So is he hot? Usually people with this much money that aren’t old are always hot. If he is I might just have to stick around for a little while longer.”

That struck a nerve. “He’s not available,” you said sharply and she faltered. “What do you mean?” It was easy to tell she hadn’t expected that kind of answer, much less the attitude you had suddenly adopted. “He isn’t single. So although he is hot, trust me, I would know, you can’t have him. He’s mine.” She quickly apologized and left, slamming the door shut behind her. You could also hear Brahms moving around in the walls nearby, letting you know he must have heard everything.

Shortly after you found Brahms wrapped around you while you finished making lunch. “So now I’m yours hmm?” You could hear the amusement in his voice. You turned and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss, one hand finding it’s way into his hair. After pulling away you told him, “You’ve always been mine Brahmsy. My good boy.” He let out a small whine at your praise, pulling you back in for another kiss.

Vincent Sinclair

You were Vincent’s muse. He absolutely adored you from the way you acted to the way you looked. To him there was no aspect of you that wasn’t perfect. In other words he was absolutely obsessed with you. After all, you did take care of him and even helped Bo keep Ambrose up and running.

It’s no secret that Vincent was shy, but he was definitely intimidating as well. So you knew that the girl in front of him that was doing a terrible job of flirting was only doing so in a poor attempt to make it out alive. Still, watching her twirl her hair and smile at him made something inside of you snap.

“Come on handsome, you got to want some kind of company. I’m sure you’re so lonely here all by yourself… I could help with that.” She attempted to touch his chest but you grabbed her before she could. “Sorry,” you told her as you held both of her arms behind her back, “he already has someone keeping his bed warm. Didn’t your mother ever to tell you not to touch things that belong to other people?”

Vincent made quick work of knocking the girl out and carrying her down to the workshop. However, after dwelling on the thought he decided to just let Lester dispose of her body. He didn’t want to make you angry by turning her into a permanent wax figure for the town. Doesn’t mean that he won’t allow her to regain consciousness before killing her though, after all she needs to know her place.

Later on Vincent will make sure you never forget that he is yours the same way that you’re his. You can probably expect to have some trouble moving around the next day as well.

Bo Sinclair

Everyone knows that Bo is a major flirt. He enjoys watching the girls throw themselves at him, he just blames it on his “southern charm.” Although, he usually keeps you safely tucked up into the house whenever victims stumble into town. After all, “I can’t have my sweet angel in harms way now, can I?”

You never dwelled on how Bo dealt with victims, that was his business. Sure he had flirted with you a lot when you first showed up. Even now he was heavy on flirting and making inappropriate comments all the time. It was one of the things that made him Bo after all. So walking into his shop unaware of the newest batch of victims in town was a shock for you. Well not so much the victim part, it was finding Bo flirting with the girl leaning over the counter to display her cleavage that pissed you off.

She was smiling and blushing like she had a high school crush on the man in front of her. Not to mention Bo was unashamedly staring at everything she was flaunting. So yeah you were pissed, especially since he didn’t even seem to notice you were there. You quickly remembered the lunch you were holding in your hand, your reason for coming down here, and decided to use it to your advantage.

Instead of saying anything you just walked up behind him, setting his lunch on the counter right in front of the girl, effectively blocking his view of her boobs before wrapping your arms around him. Bo still didn’t shut up and acknowledge you so you decided to interrupt. “I brought you lunch baby.” The use of a pet name quickly made the girl Bo was flirting with falter.

“Oh, uhm, is this your girlfriend or something?” Before Bo could jump in you answered her. “Or something, I guess you could say. After all, he is my husband.” You looked up at Bo with the most lovesick expression you could put on your face as you pulled him in for a kiss. One kiss turned to two, to three, to a whole make out session in front of the poor girl. Bo’s hands began to roam around your body as well, making sure to squeeze all of his favorite parts of you.

When the two of you broke apart the girl was gone but Bo didn’t seem to notice. He was still to busy feeling you up. “Have I ever told you how fuckin’ sexy you are when you’re jealous? I’d never have guessed you had a possessive side to you angel.” You smiled knowing you now had his full attention, “Well surprise.”

He kissed you one more time, long and hard. “I promise we’ll continue this later up at the house. But right now I gotta go find that bitch n’ kill ‘er. You better be waitin’ on me when I get home darlin’.”

Billy Loomis

Billy was highly sought after by many girls due to his bad boy reputation. He always had girls throwing themselves at him wanting to be the one to fix him. You knew you didn’t have to worry, Billy wouldn’t leave you for someone else. He made it very clear that you were permanent. But still you couldn’t help but be irritated when they would flirt with him right in front of you.

You two were planning a movie night which meant a trip down to the video store. Apparently, Randy had the night off because some new girl was behind the counter. When the two of you first arrived she had been reading a magazine, not caring about the handful of people milling about. That was until she noticed Billy, not seeming to care that you were wrapped around his arm. She was watching him like a hawk.

You shifted uncomfortably, not liking the way she was staring down your boyfriend. Billy was observant and quickly noticed your discomfort. “Don’t worry about her babe, you know you’re the only person I’m into.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, “Now, do you want to watch Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street?” You groaned, “Billy we’ve seen both of those movies a million times.” He smiled and held up Nightmare on Elm Street, “Well now we can watch this one and make it one million and one times.”

You rolled your eyes as he drug you to the checkout counter. The employee quickly perked up when she noticed Billy. “Will this be all for you hun?” She asked completely ignoring you. She didn’t even look down at what movie Billy had set on the counter before saying, “You have good taste, this is like one of my favorite movies ever. It’s a shame your little girlfriend doesn’t seem to like it though.”

“Cool, so who’s the main character?” You knew exactly what Billy was trying to do, elbowing him lightly. “Oh, uhm,” she finally looked down at the case, eyes lighting up, “oh, yeah it’s that really scarred dude!” Billy rolled his eyes, “No shit, what’s his name though.” You decided to have pity on the girl, “Ignore him, he’s a horror movie fanatic.” The girl mumbled, “Yeah no kidding.”

You smiled at Billy, using this as your chance to brag on the fact he’s yours. You knew him like no one else did. “He’s such a dork when it comes to the cinematography of these things but he’s my dork.” Billy hugged you from behind, “Yeah, whatever, you know you love me.”

Stu Macher

Stu absolutely loved throwing huge parties at his house. He was well liked and well known so it wasn’t unusual for a lot of people to show up, many of which you didn’t even know. Because so many people knew Stu, it also meant that they knew his family was pretty wealthy. It was pretty common to find girls hitting on him and since Stu loved attention he was prone to playfully flirting back.

Usually you would hang out with your friends during these parties, not being big on socializing with new people. Most of the time you didn’t worry about Stu wandering off, he would always show up at your side again at some point. Half the time when he would reappear you would have to pry him back off of you. He could be quite handsy at times.

Now the party was winding down and mostly everyone left was on the couch getting ready to watch a movie. You excused yourself, and headed to the kitchen to get another drink. You froze when you saw a girl running her hands all over Stu, he wasn’t making any move to push her away. You decided to help him out with that.

“Do you need something,” you asked her as Stu wrapped himself around you. “Are you his girlfriend?” Stu laughed, hopping up onto the counter. He pulled you up onto his lap, “Yeah she is dude. Isn’t she hot?” The girl scoffed, “Don’t you think that she’s a little… beneath you, Stu?”

That set you off. “I think that slutty little bitches like you need to keep your dirty hands away from what’s mine.” The girl rolled her eyes before storming out of the kitchen. You hopped out of Stu’s lap and turned to face him. “If you let mother whore rub all up on you like that again so help me I will be the next one to commit a murder in this house. Understand?” Stu stopped smiling, his goofy personality faltering for a second. He then saluted, “Yes ma’am.” You nodded. “Good.”

Stu jumped down and threw you over his shoulder, causing you to yelp. “You look extra hot when you’re fighting over me babe.” He quickly climbed the stairs and you pounded against his back. “You’re going the wrong way, the movie is downstairs.” He made it quickly to the bedroom, throwing you down on the king size bed with a huge grin. “We can make our own movie babe. I don’t know about you but I’m thinking romance,” he rambled, crawling on top of you. “Rated R of course.”

#slasher x reader #slasher x you #slashers #billy loomis #house of wax #scream #slasher hcs #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #michael myers #halloween #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #the boy 2016 #stinky wall man #billy loomis x reader #billy x you #stu matcher x reader #stu macher #scream 1996

[withthekeyisking-writer]

That last ask you answered made me curious -- what are some fic recs for stuff you're currently reading/read recently? (If you don't mind sharing!!)

Don’t mind sharing at all!

10 recs for y’all below the read more XD

Gotta start with the series from the last ask so that it’s on record XD How to Train Your Talon by wildsofmarch is a fantastic series in which Bruce is a mob boss who adopts Talon!Dick and then hires Slade to teach Dick to act like a person and not a feral assassin. Slade and Dick then reunite years later in the sequel.

Perpetually rereading Lies by greyheart, which is a Marvel fic where bad guys fake Clint’s death and spend 14 months torturing him and turning him against the Avengers. The fic switches back and forth between the present (Clint reuniting with the team in a rather violent way) and the past (what happened to him during those 14 months).

Also perpetually rereading Blood and Iron by Zillabird, which is a fantasy AU where Slade is an orc and Dick is a half-elf working in a human camp, and there’s a big war going on between the orcs and humans. Dick has a bit of a dark past and Slade has turned against his own people, and they slow burn it up. It’s great XD

a world about to dawn by reiniko is a great new series. This is a Hunger Games AU where Dick is 14 when he wins the Hunger Games and gets yanked into the Finnick type role. Meanwhile, there are whispers of someone called “The Dark Knight” fighting back against the Capitol, and President Snow is a dick as usual. I have a fic inspired by this in the works!

Number 5 is Through the keyhole by BearlyWriting, a wonderfully horrible fic where the batfam discovers that Tim has been doing some pretty terrible shit to Dick. Hits you in the gut in the best way.

Another great fic is Translation by FoiblePNoteworthy. This is a DC/Uncharted crossover fic, but speaking as someone who’s never even glanced at the Uncharted game I can tell you you really don’t need to know anything about it to get this. It’s an Apprentice Arc AU where Slade is shit at parenting and humaning in general, and gets some advice from someone who is far better at both.

Next is The Night Is Coming To An End by Cyan_and_stuff. This is a real star of a fic I stumbled across, in which Jason runs into someone traumatic from his past at a gala. The characterization for everyone is seriously awesome and the emotion packs the perfect punch.

Was just rereading Rock Bottom For Me by DaisyBirb, which is a fic in which Dick and Jason from an alternate universe (one where Batman is evil and has done truly horrible things to them) get rescued by regular verse Bruce, but Dick doesn’t trust that this Bruce is actually “good” and tries to get ahead of the problem. You should check out the whole series Through the Looking Glass, as they’re all great but mostly unconnected.

Two Birds, One Stone by meaninglessblah is a short but perfect Earth 3 fic where President Wilson tries to send a message to Owlman by breaking the man’s prized pupil Talon (Dick). Great twist on the usual evil-Dick-does-something-bad-to-Slade-on-Earth-3 thing (though I do love that trope too XD)

And last but not least is the series An Extra Shot ‘Verse by Skalidra. This is an AU where Adeline dies in the attack that takes Joey’s voice, and Slade has to actually step up and be a parent. The second fic in the series just came out and it’s just as wonderful as the first one was!

If y’all actually read this, I hope you enjoy the fics! Always happy to share what I’m reading/what I enjoy <3

#fic rec #anon ask #ask #dick grayson #slade wilson #bruce wayne #clint barton #nathan drake #victor sullivan #jason todd #tim drake #joey wilson #grant wilson #rose wilson

[slasherbastard]

Ass or Tits w/ The Slashers + Jennifer Check

Warning: Light NSFW warning Word count: 910 Notes: Hi hello I’m finally back after a whole month (?) and I nearly have 200 new followers what the hell thank you

Prefers ass

Michael Myers (OG)

- He honestly doesn't care too much but sometimes when you bend down to pick something up his eyes will just follow your ass

- Michael isn't one to ask about trying new things, he'll just act on his urges without your knowledge

- When the two of you are sitting together he'll just pull you onto his lap and hold you in place

- If you bring it up he'll try to deny it but that won't stop him from continuing to do it, especially if you tell him that you like it

Bo Sinclair

- This man loves himself some ass, especially grabbing yours and catching you off guard

- He loves seeing you walking around in tight or short pants (or knowing him, no pants at all) when his brothers aren't around

- Speaking of his brothers, Bo has a thing for smacking your ass or grabbing it around his brothers or any "guests" in general

- When he does spank you he loves the rubbing your ass part more than the spanking part

Jason Voorhees

- First off all, Jason's a gentleman and he's not going to grope you unless you're comfortable with it

- When you are comfy, Jason loves squeezing your ass and just holding you against him especially after long days

- He'll shyly initiate contact by gently pulling you into him and feeling your ass against him

- He just loves feeling your body against his in general, no matter if you're in or outside the bedroom

Bubba Sawyer

- If we're being completely honest here, Bubba isn't just about ass - he wants the whole menu

- From ass to hips to thighs - He's the type to take whatever he can get and he doesn't care if you're on the smaller side

- He loves to grip your hips when you're sitting on his lap or riding him, also loves taking you with your ass in the air

- Sometimes he'll come up behind you and slap your ass if nobody's around

Prefers tits

Vincent Sinclair

- Vince is a shy guy but loves he himself some boobies, he gets distracted VERY easily whenever you're around

- Size doesn't matter, if you don't have any boobs then he doesn't care, he loves your chest

- Has either thought about wax play or he's already tried it out, the thought of wax on your boobs turns him on to the max

- Would probably motorboat you if he wasn't so embarrassed - and didn't prefer to wear his mask

Brahms Heelshire

- A respectable lad (well, most of the time) who enjoys himself a nice pair of titties

- Brahms will try to use your boobs as a pillow and yes he goes in face first

- He likes sneaking up behind you while you're doing chores and just snaking his arms around you and up to your chest

- Has a thing for sucking on your boobs during sex, ok mr mommy issues

Jennifer Check

- Jennifer is a very handsy and affectionate person, she loves all of you but your boobs are her absolute weakness

- She loves kissing and leaving bite marks all over them (in a more "loving" than territorial way)

- If you both wear the same sized clothing, she'll happily offer you clothes that help you show off your assets

- And yes, she'll eat any boy who's eyeing you a little too much or harassing you

Billy Loomis

- Billy is the type who won't even try to hide the fact that he likes your breasts

- Sometimes he'll catch his eyes drifting down to your chest mid conversation and he'll just let you catch him staring

- He's a gentleman most of the time, he will beat up or kill anybody who he catches staring at your chest since that's his job

- Billy doesn't care if you have big or small boobs, he'll bury his face in your chest whenever the two of you are cuddling

Prefers both/can't choose

Billy Lenz

- Asking Billy to choose between ass or boobs is like asking someone to choose between oxygen or water

- This horny thing of a man simply cannot live without ass and boobs

- He goes absolutely feral seeing you in literally anything that even slightly shows off your figure

- Billy's logic is something along the lines of 'If he can fuck it, he wants it'

Stu Macher

- Stu is in the same boat as Billy (Lenz) only less. . .hornier?

- He'll just stare in amazement at your boobs or ass and like Billy (Loomis), he won't even try to hide it

- Seriously, your ass could definitely hypnotise him

- If he catches someone checking you out he gets jealous and grabs onto what's his

Freddy Krueger

- Loves both but if he had to choose only one he'd go for boobs

- He loves running his blades up and down your breasts softly

- Also has a thing for slapping your ass (ungloved) and will spank it if he sees you bend over to pick something up

- And yes, he has dropped things "accidentally" just so you'll bend down, he's an ass like that

Thomas Hewitt

- Tommy comes off as really shy but boy oh boy that goes out the window whenever he's with you

- He pretty much worships all of you and will leave no piece of you untouched

- Thomas loves seeing you in tight clothes and will try to hint at the bedroom if neither of you are busy

- Tommy also has a thing for nibbling on your skin (he's a cannibal are we surprised)

#slasher #horror #writing #halloween #og michael myers #michael myers #house of wax #Texas Chainsaw Massacre #scream #friday the 13th #the boy #jennifer's body #black christmas #a nightmare on elm street #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #leatherface #bubba sawyer #thomas sawyer #billy loomis #billy lenz #stu macher #jason voorhees #brahms heelshire #jennifer check #freddy krueger

[justcourttee]

Can you do one where all the Wayne’s meet marinette before knowing she’s dating Damian and something happened to her parents and Bruce already has the adoption papers and damiens like no father u can’t adopt my gf

This is so cute and was so much fun to write. Hope this is something like what you had in mind :) @leagrey

Family Dinner

“I would like to apologize in advance. Father and his feral mistakes are very lively people and I fear they will take too much of a liking to you. If it is at all uncomforting, just squeeze my hand and we will leave.”

Marinette glanced over as Damian stared menacingly at the oak doors in front of them. It had only been a year since she had met him, but he had never once mentioned the idea of her meeting his family. Maybe it was because he knew today was special and he knew that meeting them was her only request of him for the longest time.

“Do you feel uncomfortable Damian? If so, please don’t put yourself in this position because of me.”

“Tt, utter nonsense. Me? Uneasy? Now you are just babbling.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth at the sight of the red threatening to overtake his cheeks.

“Well then, I guess there is no point in standing outside all day huh?”

Before her fist even made contact with the door, it flung open. Several curious faces piled in the doorframe, all trying to get a good look at her in case Damian changed his mind in an instant.

“You idiots, back up now or I’m leaving with her.”

A mutter of apologies echoed through the door as Marinette bit back the chuckle. With a great sigh, Damian motioned for her to step through the entrance, his tense body signaling that he was already ready to throw in the towel.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Her half-wave seemed to send a shock wave through the room as all eyes narrowed in on her, watching her every movement. Cautiously, she lowered her hand. A moment of silence passed and then two. Everyone seemed locked onto her, unsure of what to say and if she was being honest, she had the slightest idea as well.

“Are you all crowding her? Shameful. I thought I told you to wait in the dining room.”

It was as if the heavens had parted and uttered a command. Several bodies darted in different directions and in seconds, the hallway had been cleared save for Marinette, Damian, and an older man with graying hair and a killer smile on his face.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, we are truly honored that Master Damian has allowed you to grace us with your presence for dinner this evening. I apologize for Master Bruce’s charges. They really are all excellent kids, but rare elements such as yourself tend to erase their minds of any manners I worked so hard to instill in them.”

He shook his head in mock disappointment as he offered her his hand.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it, Mr. Alfred. I’m sure they were just as excited as I was.”

Taking his hand, she did her best to give a strong shake. His warm smile seemed so inviting, but the thought that he could clear a room with just a sentence shook her to her core.

“Please, just Alfred is fine. May I escort you to the dining room?”

Marinette nodded as she blindly reached backward for Damian’s hand to drag him along. If the butler had noticed, he made no comment as he led them.

“And here we are, I will return shortly with the first course for tonight. I do hope you enjoy the meal. I have prepared special platers for you and Master Damian to commandeer for your dietary restrictions.”

Before she even had the chance to thank him, he whisked away, leaving her to stand by Damian’s side in front of the largest dining room table she had ever seen.

“Welcome.”

Her eyes darted to the head of the table where a dashing man stood, his eyes kind and welcoming as he motioned to the two empty seats beside him. It all felt so overwhelming, too many sets of eyes for her to count were plastered on her alone. Shuffling along, she managed a small curtsey to the man before allowing Damian to help her into her seat.

A small murmur erupted from the dining room table. Had she done something wrong? Perhaps she had set herself up at the table, but Damian just got so flustered about those sorts of things, insisting he wanted to be a proper gentleman.

“I’ve heard very little about you Ms. Dupain-Cheng, but the little I have been able to wrestle out of my son has been nothing short of blessings.”

Marinette was sure her face was burning as she muttered a small thanks.

“I apologize for the huge turnout. When I mentioned to my oldest that Damian was bringing a friend home for dinner, it seems word spread fast. They all wanted to meet the person who managed to break through to him that wasn’t Jon.”

His smile appeared jokingly as he glanced over the near full table.

“But please, where are my manners? My name is Bruce and please feel comfortable to refer to me like that. The three boys across from you are my oldest Dick, Jason, Tim, and Duke.”

Dick's smile was blinding as he reached over the table to shake her hand vigorously.

“I’m so glad my little boy has made a friend and such a beautiful and well-mannered one as well!”

“Yeah, I wonder how he did that?” Jason, at least that’s what she believed his name was, stroked his chin thoughtfully as he stared down the two. Duke began to stroke his chin as well before he leaned across the table, shielding his mouth from where Damian sat.

“Hey, Marinette, blink twice if he’s threatening you or your family’s lives in any way.”

There was a small thud from under the table as Duke flinched slightly in his seat.

Bruce shook his head as he motioned past the boys and to the girls that sat on the other side of Damian.

“On this side of the table are my daughters in all but paperwork. Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie.”

“Uhm, you forgot one pop.”

The girl at the end of the table kicked her feet up onto the table, her mischievous smile poking at Bruce’s patience.

“How could I ever forget you, Harper? I was just saving you for last.”

Harper sent a wink in Marinette’s direction earning a giggle from the girl.

“Miss Harper, I must ask you to refrain from placing your feet on the table as I serve out the first course.”

Instantly she straightened in her seat as Alfred seemingly materialized from behind. The smile on his face as dangerous as ever. Marinette could finally see what Damian was worried about, his family was absolutely wild. Her eyes drifted from each person as they absentmindedly chatted in small groups.

Damian’s hand found hers under the table, giving her a slight reassuring squeeze.

“Marinette, I must apologize for dinner being so late. I had to work over today and even if I got out earlier than usual, I must admit it is not early enough. Please apologize to your parents for my inconsiderate job.”

Marinette swallowed hard as she sat down her fork.

“Oh, uhm, I suppose Damian didn’t tell you. I-uh-live on my own in the city.”

All of the chatter in the room fell silent and once more, she could feel the heat of every stare in the room on her.

“Oh? Are they okay with that? Gotham isn’t exactly known to be the safest at night.” His chuckle was humorless as he watched her bright eyes dull.

“I actually came to Gotham on my own merits, a fresh start if you will. My parents died last year in a bakery fire. Papa tried to find me, thinking I was home, but even as Maman begged him to leave the building, he couldn’t leave believing I was still in there.”

She felt a single hot tear trail down her cheek, but she was quick to wipe it away before any more could follow.

“I apologize, I had no idea.”

Marinette shook her head vigorously as the apologies spewed out of her mouth.

“Please, forget I said anything at all. I one hundred percent overshared. Now dinner will be so awkwardly, please, it’s been a year, I’m okay.”

The conversation started back slowly, but once it did, Marinette couldn’t stop laughing. She shared with them her business and talked about how she and Damian first met. Tim couldn’t wrap his head around the thought that Damian would have actually stopped on the street to comfort her.

“I mean, what are you? A demon tamer? Teach me your ways sensei.”

As Alfred collected the final plates for the evening, Marinette felt better than she had in a long time. When it came time to leave, Bruce offered to escort them back to the front.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, may I ask how old you are?”

“16.”

Bruce’s stare was concerning as he reached out to pick up her hand.

“How do you live in an apartment then?”

“Oh, My grandmother signed the lease. She technically lives with me, but she’s such a free spirit, I couldn’t possibly expect her to stay in one spot. I mostly live there on my own. Honestly, I’m quite jealous of the large family Damian has, he is very lucky.”

Marinette thought she had to be hallucinating. Bruce Wayne almost seemed to be vibrating the more she talked.

“You know Marinette, this manor is quite spacious. If you ever need-”

“Absolutely not.”

In one quick movement, Damian was between them, his glare ready to cut through his own father.

“But Damian-”

“Father I cannot allow you to adopt my girlfriend!”

Bruce’s jaw dropped as he finally noticed the constant contact that the two had initiated all night. At first, he thought it could be just her way of keeping herself grounded, but the more he thought back on it, it did seem quite like how a couple would act.

“Dammit, now I owe Steph $20.”

Marinette peeked behind Bruce where all of Damian’s siblings stood exchanging money, Tim looking especially upset as he handed the blonde a crisp bill. For what felt like the billionth time tonight, Marinette felt her face flush.

“You are all utter buffoons. Father, we will complete this conversation later. As for now, I will escort Marinette back to her apartment and I will be taking the car.”

Damian’s hand intertwined with hers as she allowed herself to be dragged from the manor. A chorus of goodbyes echoed after her, even Alfred waved her goodbye as he graciously shut Bruce’s mouth for him. As she climbed into the car, Marinette leaned over to place a small kiss on Damian’s cheek.

“What was that for?” The stutter in his voice was something she adored, something that only ever appeared when she caught him off guard.

“Thank you for letting me meet your family today. It turned a bad day into a good one.”

“Yeah, whatever,” the red of his cheeks betrayed his indifferent attitude as he shifted the car into drive.

As the manor disappeared in the rearview mirror, only one thought remained on her mind. Just how would the conversation go with Bruce when Damian returned?

The thought alone made her smile.

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[the-slasher-files]

REQUEST: Jason, Michael and the Sinclair Brothers with a strong s/o.. one that might pick them up in a hug! @leatherfacecake

Ok this is hilarious to think about lol so this was fun to do! Also sorry this took forever, I’ve been really focusing on my originals right now.. enjoy🔪💕

MASTERLIST

SLASHERS WITH A STRONG S/O

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT and LESTER

JASON VOORHEES

You are his baby cakes and Jason is pretty observant of you but he doesn’t really put the two and two together

He just thought it was extremely helpful when you would bring back large amounts of firewood, or helped him care for the camp

Jason doesn't really have a clue how strong humans are supposed to be, he hasn't exactly spent a bunch of time with them other than killing. Even then Jason cuts the teens down with always little to no effort

When you hold him in a hug Jason loves your strong grasp, it reminds him of when he was little 

However when you lift him in a hug big boy is gonna have the biggest owl eyes you had ever seen... He lets the hug last though, but when you set him down he will push away, Jason is secretly a dom and there is something about you having that power over him that he isn’t too sure about

Soon he learns to love it, he will still treat you as a delicate flower but he often enjoys the silent strength you carry 

Just don’t lift him up that much, it brings him to a weird state of confusion. Makes him think of his boyhood but there is something sour to it, he can’t really explain it

Jason wants to be the protector and the strong one but he will try to hid it

He still gets worried about yourself getting overexerted

MICHAEL MYERS

Like many things Michael is indifferent to your strength 

He has watched you for months before you even knew Michael existed so he is aware of your strength and I think he finds it fascinating

Another thing that makes you different and special compared to anyone else, another reason to keep you alive

Don't ever.... ever lift him in a hug.. if you do Michael would either go two ways 1) stiff as a board but allows it until you put him down then you will die or 2) Michael will go dead weight like a toddler and 200 pounds of muscle will flop but you will still die once the embrace is over

I'm sorry but Michael will abuse your strength in anyway he can... mostly sexually. Keeping you tied and seeing just how much you can take, but luckily Michael knows strength can fade and fade fast so after he's done with you he will hold you close and make sure you're truly ok

He might be a little relieved by having a strong s/o. He can go hard with you and you’re just fine. If you are ever in danger Michael will obviously still protect you and kill the person but he knows you can handle your own a little... still though never touch his baby

But here comes the toying. Oh no the door is jammed... can you force it open??.. Oh dear who flipped the couch over?... Could do flip it back??

Michael is just a curious boy at heart coated in rage and with a hard exterior 

BO SINCLAIR

oooh boy, never ever let this man find out you’re strong, he will immediately put you to work on something; from lifting tires to moving bodies to fixing up town

However Bo will never ever let you kill no matter how tough or strong you are. If anything were to happen to you he would never be able to forgive himself

Bo wont ever say it but he really appreciates your strength, especially if you’re helping him around town or in the garage 

If you hug him and lift him, there is a very high chance Bo will go feral. He struggles immediately, pushing you and fighting.. watch out Bo plays dirty; hair pulling, kicking, spitting etc. 

Bo wants to be the dom, the strong one, the protector

But at the same time his boner says other wise. To be fair he has a boner 80% of the time. 

Bo has a power struggle in his head because of his horrible case of toxic masculinity so he must be the strong one but there is the very rare time Bo will give power to you but he acts like he is always in control... deep down in his heart I think he might want to be a sub but no one tell him

Long story short, never pick up Bo. Just help him around town

VINCENT SINCLAIR

The guy is an artist so he is probably going to notice right away by your the way you’re built but he won’t say anything. He just loves you the way you are

He can find it helpful moving bodies or moving around the equipment but Vincent really tries to keep you away from all the horror of Ambrose 

He won’t admit it but sometimes he loves to be the little spoon in your strong grasp, it reminds him of his mommas hugs  

If you ever pick up Vincent in a hug he will go immediately stiff and kind of wiggle away. He- he is unsure about this. Part of him likes this but again, like Bo, they grew up in a small town where toxic masculinity was ingrained in them, but with Vincent he takes it much much better than Bo ever will

It might take Vincent a while to really like your strong hugs and you lifting him a little, but he really warms up to it, just do not do in front of his brothers. He will be teased  

He isn’t threatened by your strength, he finds it more fascinating than anything else 

Vincent’s worry goes down a little when tourists are in town because he knows you are able to handle yourself, of course he will never ever let anything happen to you and you most likely will never even see the people until they are on the wax table, but it’s a bit of a relief

LESTER SINCLAIR 

Little raccoon man is clueless until you actually help him with roadkill or pick him up in a hug

Lester is small but very strong from moving roadkill around all day and the day you decided to help he was very worried about you straining yourself but when you helped him pick up the 150 pound deer with ease he was a bit shocked. Taking off his hat and rubbing his forehead but not saying anything

The next few days he will kind of test you and your strength, of course making sure you’re not hurting yourself

Lester makes it into a little bet with his brothers about how much you can lift and when you’re going to be worn out

When you pick Lester up in a hug I think he would just laugh, be confused but just laugh. Unlike his brothers he doesn’t care much about masculinity and finds it sweet that you can just kind of pick him up

Of course never do it in front of his brothers, he already get teased enough for being so small

He will absolutely be a switch in the bedroom and let you take control by pinning him or letting him the little spoon

He adores your strong hugs 

#my writing #asks #requests #jason voorhees #micheal myers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher hcs #hcs #headcanon #x you #x s/o #horror #halloween #friday the 13th #house of wax

[firerose]

Dark Leo -Dark  seven au part2

@reading0mens Hope you enjoy it, I put a bit under read more because it’s kinda long XD

Leo‘s world is shattered after Jason‘s death

He knows it was a storm or fire

He knows that his cheating death caused the fates to take Jason away

At Jason‘s funereal he cries into Piper‘s shoulder

The boy that told him he was important, that made him believe he was worth something was gone

His sorrow makes him burst into flames and as Piper lets go he sinks over his friends grave

Things only got worse from there

He can‘t look at Calypso anymore

She was the reason he cheated death after all

He thinks about how she always complains about him, never truly helped him as Jason did

He goes back to Camp half-blood not caring that there is a battle coming for the Romans

He couldn‘t help them anyway

He locks himself in Bunker 9 building machines to distract himself from the cruel reality

Jason Grace was dead and he was alive

Calypso tries to get through to him but he yells at her that he regrets having saved her

He doesn‘t mean because of her of course but it is still her that he cheated death for

Calypso leaves in tears

Leo continues building and as his hands work on inventions his mind goes to Hera

Why didn‘t she save Jason?

He was her hero, wasn‘t he?

The bridge between greeks and Romans

So what kept her from saving him?

Anger begins to rage in him

Maybe Jason was just a tool for her

A weapon she could use and then forget

A scream breaks out of him and flames start floating over everything

He begins to despise the queen of Olympus just like he once hated Gea

At least Gea never acted like she wanted to protect them

He feels a desire to make Hera pay, to play with her just like she did with him

He knows that he can't take revenge on Hera all by himself Isn't there an emperor in new york

A plan starts to form in his head

Nyssa brings him the news

Camp Jupiter beat Caligula and Commodus now only Nero is left

The only change for Leo to take revenge on Hera

He leaves in the early morning

He is not nervous only strangely excited

Finding the emperor was not hard he could oversee the whole city on his metal dragon

„What do you want demigod?“, Nero asks coldly sitting on his throne arrogant as always

Leo only smiles darkly „I want to treat Hera just like she treated me and my friends.“

Nero has picked up many demigods from the streets but this one is special

He has an almost feral look in his eyes like he would be ready to burn the world

„And how exactly do plan to do that? Nero asks his voice full of curiosity

After hearing the plan Nero allows Leo to stay

He has a big room full of machines, engines automatons

Leo loves it

He builds robots small ones at first but his anger makes his talents grow

Somehow he manages to equip them with laser eyes ten arms that shoot fire canons, their fingers made of blades

He makes other inventions to ones that he prays to one day use on a certain goddess

A part of him is terrified of his work but another screams justice for Jason so he continues

Two weeks later Leo gives Hazel and Frank a surprise visit

They are happy to see him, they are his friends after all

Leo laughs with them, jokes as if everything was normal

One night he and Frank even mourn Jason together

When he feels real tears form in his eyes he is grateful for Franks hug

He can tell that Frank wants him to feel loved just like Jason once did

He is thankful and when Frank leaves his firewood feels heavy in Leo‘s hand

The next day horns are blowing, demigods scream in terror

A huge robot army is threatening to enter new Rome

The Legion is horrified but they swore to protect the city so they get ready for battle

None of them is showing their fear when they stand between the robots and their city

Reyna and Frank stand before their cohorts but Frank is not too worried

Those robots are made of metal and he sees in Hazel‘s smile that she knows this too

The daughter of Pluto raises her hand to save those she loves

But then a voice close to her speaks up coldly

„Hazel stop “, She almost did not recognize it

Leo stands a few feet away eyes gleaming darkly, Franks stick lays in his hand

Franks feels a cold dread in his stomach

„Leo…...what are you doing? Frank asks unable to hide his fear

Leo lets out a pained humourless laugh, I‘m destroying the god's ego by crashing their glorious temples.“ he explains and Hazel feels her heartbreak at his words

How is this the same boy who made her smile with his jokes

Reyna curses“ How dare you betray us? After Jason-“

Leo interrupts her with a mad shout

„That's exactly my point! Jason died because Hera for some reason refused to save him. We are all just puppets for the gods don‘t you see that!“I'm trying to save us from them but if you don‘t surrender now I will be forced to let you suffer for the god's crimes.“, Leo explains his tone almost hysteric

There is silence for a moment

The robots stand like dead status, new Rome's citizens glance towards them from behind the barrier, the roman soldiers are glaring at Leo

„Romans don‘t surrender.“, Frank finally responds his voice brave, his eyes full of pain

Leo smirks like he expected that answer

His whole body bursts into flame

Frank falls to the ground as his stick is swallowed by fire

Pain ignites in his heart, he hears Hazel‘s scream

He looks at his girlfriend a hand stretched towards her as if to hold her one last time

She stretches her hand towards him as well, her mouth moving as she sobs

A weak scream leaves his lips when a Robots blade impales her neck the blade coming out bloody at her throat

Her hand sinks, her body collapses into a puddle of her blood and Frank‘s world goes black

Leo stares at their unmoving bodies

The stick in his hands is now only ashes

He knows he should feel something

He should feel remorse

Instead, he just feels empty

The gods could have saved them but they didn‘t

If the gods would just be better he would not have done this

The gods are to blame not him

So he joins the massager

The demigods are fighting bravely but nothing prepared them to fight eight feet high machines

Blades are piercing through their bodies, the fire burns their flesh, dozens get trampled

Leo is in the middle of it all shooting fireballs burning everyone who gets too close

A fireball hits Reyna‘s hair and the Praetor is doomed to a firey cruel death

Soon the city falls, Terminus  barrier is not strong enough to hold the metal beasts off

New Romes citizens are slaughtered in their streets, their buildings, temples destroyed

Their screams ring in Leo‘s ears but he continues to fight

This is for Jason. This is for Jason

He keeps using this excuse even though a part of him tells him that Jason wouldn‘t have wanted this

When Leo the last screams finally have died new Rome is in ruins

On Olympus, the gods are raging

Their pride has never been attacked like this

Hera looks at Leo wandering through the dead city with worry

He was her hero once just like Jason but now he seems …..changed

Maybe somehow she could convince him to come back to her

She is his grandmother after all

So she goes down to him in the form of his old babysitter

Leo growls when he sees he sees her

„Now you decide to show up? After I slaughtered thousands of People? Wow you are a horrible patron goddess!“, He snarls

Hera looks at him in pity

„Leo I know you are angry but this is madness. Jasons death was in the hand of the fates and I couldn‘t do anything sometimes even we gods are powerless. Don‘t go down this road my hero it will only bring you to suffering.“ Hera warns but that only makes Leo more furious.

They are standing in the smouldering ruins of her city and yet all she can do is makeup excuses

„You ……..you are so arrogant Hera! First, you act like my protector, my babysitter for years and then you don‘t even save my mother, then you give me fake memories about my best friend and then when I‘m finally growing closer to him you watch him die too. I bet if I hadn‘t killed Frank today you would have done it! Jason Frank and I were just pawns whose lives you controlled and that you now don‘t need anymore!“, Leo yells his hands balled into fists.

Hera listens to her face showing guilty embarrassment

She is too lost in thought, that is why she sees the net that Leo throws over her too late

The strings are made of celestial bronze but when she tries to escape the net only grows tighter cutting into her skin

Leo smiles at her in amusement.

„I hope you enjoy your new home your high majesty., He mocks

Hera realized that this was all part of his plan

Destroying new Rome to get her attention, louring her here so he could capture her

„Let me go immediately demigod or my wrath-“. She is cut off when Leo gags her

He has enough to listen of listening to her

He just wants to visit Jason's grave one last time

Leo returns to Nero with his army and with Hera

She is carried by one of the Robots trapped in metal strings

Nero welcome Leo with open arms

This child is a blessing even better than Meg Mc Caffrey

He tells Leo that he wants to wait with his attack on the greeks

He wants the news about camp Jupiter to reach them first

Leo agrees and grins at Hera

The goddess tries to change from even her real one but the strings only golden

„They drain your godly essence. The emperors are no strangers to dark magic Hera. You won‘t get out of here unless I allow it.“, Leo mocks once he has taken her to his room

The image of Her lying helpless and restrained on the ground gives him chills of joy

He picks out a knife from his toolbelt, Heras's eyes widen

„Now let's see how you like being hurt without someone there to help.“ Leo muses and drives the blade into the goddess's arm.

He smiles at the golden blood and Heras agonized groan

He is going to have so much fun with her

Leo almost feels disappointed when Nero tells him that it‘s time for the attack

By now all demigods know what happened

Chiron evacuated Camp half-blood taking the younger Campers to safety

Nero knows it‘s only a matter of time until the rest disappears to

So Leo and the emperor fly to  Long island alone with Festus who hold Hera in his claws

The robots are deactivated until Leo's command, Nero wants to give his enemies hope of winning

A handful of Campers is already waiting for them at the top of Half-blood hill

Leo winces when he sees Percy and Nico

He had forgotten the people close to Frank and Hazel

„Surrender or face the same end as your roman friends!“, Nero demands

Percy spits to the ground

Nico gets out his sword his eyes piercing into Leo soul

„Do you think Jason still loves you after what you did Leo?“, Nico asks coldly

Leo‘s heart feels like it‘s torn apart

Nico‘s words are the truth in the back of his mind. The truth that his lust for revenge drowned out

Jason, sweet kind Jason would never love someone who killed his friends

Leo feels panic, he has to move forward he has to distract himself from his thoughts

„Let that be my concern.“, Leo spats and drops Hera to the ground

Her body is covered in deep cuts, golden blood covers the strings

The attack begins

Leo decides to take out Percy first

He shoots fire but Percy uses the lake to his advantage

Water and fire clash together in the air squishing as they meet

Leo gets more furious

He creates big flames that lit the threes next to Percy on fire, tiny flames to grasp Percy‘s hair

Percy seems to be prepared for everything

He protects himself with shields of water and creates tentacles in an attempt to drag Leo to the ground

Their fight is hard, full of hatred and so none of them notices Nico‘s fight against Nero

Until the emperor screams while he's being sucked into the earth

Neros household, all young brainwashed demigods panic and run

Leo yells in frustration

Why did he choose such bad allies?

Nico collapses from the uses of his underworld powers, the grass around him black

Leo wants to take his chance and flames flicker from his hand#

But then a big hand of water grabs him and lifts him off his dragon

Leo is taken by surprise but soon blind rage follows

„Now!“, He hears Percx yell and when he turns his head he sees Annabeth cutting Heras net with Nico‘s stygian sword

Desperation and fear will Leo

„No please!“, He Beggs but Percy drops him on the ground without mercy

Hera although wounded immediately grows to full size her eyes blazing with fury

„I WARNED YOU MY HERO NOW FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS.“Hera yells her form glowing

„No wait!“, Percy says his eyes widened in shock

Leo knows what is coming, he has seen it once before

Tears of sorrow, of fear, of anger stream down his cheeks

He wonders if Hades will let him see Jason again after he murdered his daughter

In a last attempt to turn his fate he reaches for his toolbelt

But then he stops

How can he destroy the greeks after they took him in after they tried to make him belong somewhere?

His thoughts wander to Piper and his heart is split by deep guilt

Leo Valdez opens his eyes and stares right into the godly flames that even he can‘t survive

His last thought is a prayer of forgiveness to all he has killed in his path for revenge

Leo is buried at Camp half-blood

There are a lot of discussions about it but no one can think of a better place

Hera assures the Campers that in a few years there will be new roman demigods

This does not help the losses though

Percy and Annabeth spend many nights crying with each other about their lost friends, their lost future

Will has to hold Nico for countless nights too, Has to remind him that he always will be there for him

Apollo becomes a god again

And in California Piper Mclean cries out her prayers to the gods

She prays for them to free her out of these new fake mist reality

She prays for them to let her wake up in a world where her best friends are still alive

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Honestly I wished Hoo went more into the fact that frank Jasons and Leos lives were all controlled by Hera! That would have been such an interesting dynamic!

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #dark!leo #dark seven #valgrace #leo valdez #jason grace #piper mclean #annabeth chase #hazel levesque #frank zhang #trials of apollo #the burning maze

[slashiest-slasher]

How would the slashers act with a s/o that came hone drunk and just wanted to ya know... have some 'fun'?

i’m sorry i wrote most of this months ago while drunk, and finishing it up just now equally as drunk ﾍ(ﾟ∇ﾟﾍ) enjoy!

Michael Myers (1978 'verse)

- When you go out without telling Michael where, he usually worries thinks you're going to rat on him. But you've just worked your way into his hear enough that he's stopped stalking you everywhere you go.

- But when you finally manage to find your way home, he doesn't expect you to fumble with your keys and slam the front door open. He was watching TV when you did, and while Michael doesn't get startled, he did whip his head a bit quicker.

- He just manages to catch sight of you stumbling in, and catching yourself before you faceplant on hardwood floor. "MIKEY~ I'M HOOOOME~" you bellow out and make your way to the couch.

- Oh boy.

- Michael doesn't react when you plop yourself down in his lap, wrap your arms around his neck, and clumsily attempt to press your lips to his mask. Normally, Michael has a rather voracious sexual appetite. But you're sloppy, and uncoordinated and smell like beer. It's disgusting, and Michael is the kind of guy who eats dog carcasses.

- So instead he pushes you down onto the couch, and pulls down the blanket from the back of the couch. Every attempt of yours to climb back on him is met with being pushed back down while he watched TV.

Jason Voorhees

- Jason is in a similar-ish boat where he has just begun trusting you to leave without flipping out and thinking you're running away. So yeah, he isn't a fan when you tell him you're going for a few drinks at the pub in town.

- Yeah, few drinks his fucking ass. You come back 2 hours later than you intended, stumbling out of some guys jeep, and trip just past the entrance of the camp. You just... lay there, in the dirt. If your back wasn't rising and falling, he'd think you were dead.

- He still panics, because he's Jason. What else is he supposed to do other than kill teens? He runs and hauls your body over his shoulder, and back to the cabin. And our boy built like a brick house, jumps when you start groping his ass.

- "Jaaaason, I need you to fuck me, like right now," you slur out when he dumps you on the bed. Yeeeaaahhh, no, not happening. Not now, not ever when you've been drinking. He can hardly tolerate anyone consuming alcohol, and mixing sex in? What would mother think of him?

- One sin at a time, as you always say.

- He still lays in bed with you, because he's tired and it's his bed too! Even if you try getting him to have sex with you, is a Stone Wall, and will not allow anything to happen until you eventually pass out from exhaustion.

NSFW bellow cut, because c'mon, theyre serial killers

Thomas Hewitt

- Drunk people? At his house? Color Thomas shocked (not). Please he lives with Holt, who drinks pretty much every hour of every day. He can scarcely think of a time when he wasn't drunk. But hey, if the two of you were going off to drink and fish (a past-time you forced Holt into liking) then whatever, he has work to do. He'll just wait until you get back to demand your attention.

- When you and Holt manage to pull up in front of the house without crashing the truck into a tree, he's content. Neither of you seem dead, and you also have a cooler full of fish. A refreshing change from human. Holt stumbles to the front door, as per usual, but you're barely hanging off his shoulder, dragging the cooler behind you.

- Oh No. Thomas Is Not Happy.

- He didn't care if you drank, at all. He didn't even care if you got drunk. Everyone, even Luda Mae drank at the house, so it wasn't a problem. But you can barely walk, and pretty wasted people and Holt don't mix. So Thomas sweeps you up to his room as soon as possible.

- Despite being drunk, you're pretty damn strong. Enough so to pull Thomas down on top of yourself when you land on the bed. You get him nice and settled between your legs and pet the back of his head. "Well heelloooo handsome," you murmur. "You here to show me a good time?"

- Thomas, and rightfully so, freezes. You two have barely just gotten to hand holding stage, and now here you are: flushed, disheveled, and practically asking him to fuck you. Thomas breathes heavily behind his mask, and can't help but grind against you. You're too irresistible.

- But he won't go any further than dry humping until both of you are satisfied. Luda Mae, after all, raised a proper southern gentleman (or her version of one at the very least), so having sex when you two aren't married, or when you haven't consented, would be awfully rude of him. But he is Horny, and you are Horny, and what's a little grinding until he cums in his pants?

Freddy Kruger

- You? Drinking? What is this, torture time featuring the hot person who is the only one who Freddy seem unable, or unwilling, to kill? You're killin him, Smalls.

- Seriously, you're hot as hell to Freddy, and since you're alive and not some demon that haunts everyone's nightmares, you can do everything Freddy can't. You can drink, you can fuck, you can eat, and it drive him mad! So when you're getting sloshed, Freddy is getting more riled up. He can only get dream wasted, which is nowhere near the same.

- So he bides his time until you pass the fuck out and end up in dreamland. But lo and behold, you just polished off an entire fifth of whisky by yourself, so you're still trashed. Even while you're asleep and dreaming of yourself getting plowed by Freddy.

- Fucking jackpot. Freddy knew there was a reason he liked you. So he doesn't really do anything at first, just kind of goes invisible and watched while your version of him has got you on your back, legs over his shoulders, and making you moan like some kind of porn star. He'd like to be all up in there, but watching you go at it is kind of hot?

Brahms Heelshire (bc he is MY BOY; also dubcon warning bc the reader is drunk and cant properly consent)

- Okay so Brahms is kind of in the same boat as Jason where he as literally just got around to trusting you to leave without worrying that you were going to abandon him. Except it took a lot longer for him. You are allowed to go out to the pub for TWO HOURS with Malcolm, but that's it.

- (If Brahms wasn't so adverse to leaving the house he would've gone with you so you would've kiss Malcolm)

- But you're an HOUR late, and he's about to start breaking shit until he sees you stumbling up the road to the manor. Singing. LOUDLY. If Brahms wasn't so wound up he'd find it endearing.

- As soon as he throws the door open to yell at you, you pretty much topple on top of him, and try getting his shirt off. "Braaahms, you're sooo hot. What did I do to deserve someone like you?"

- Oh damn.

- Oh damn.

- You hit two of his major turn ons at once. And since Brahmsy is a feral little man with no manners, he just pins you to the floor, gets your pants off, and starts finger banging you right then and then. He wastes no time before shoving himself in. He's gotta take you right here, with the cold wind blowing in.

- Boy is practically shaking from how much you got him riled up in such a short time. He really does try to savor in the sight of you sprawled underneath him, face red, and unable to hide your moans.

- For once, you cum before him, and that's what has him cumming. Your O face is one of the hottest things to him. And you both pass out, just right there in front of the open door. At least when you wake up five hours later, moderately sober and in need of a piss, you manage to herd him upstairs and into bed.

#michael myers #jason voorhees #thomas hewitt #freddy kruger #brahms heelshire #halloween #halloween 1978 #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #nightmare on elm street #the boy #shape hc #jason hc #cannibal hc #nightmare hc #brahms hc #lemon #whiskehorange

[ursie]

What music do you think Nico would like? Or just any music hcs in general with the squad?

Oooooooo ok ok off the top of my head

Percy : oh you know he’s condescending to everyone about their taste he hates modern music he hates fun. He’s not even if a 40 dad to like the smiths but he is a ramones fan and we have to live with that knowledge. I think the only modern bands he’ll put up w wo complaining is Green Day because of Annabeth and Thalia and he’ll begrudgingly our on the pop stuff for Nico and Hazel because damn it all he does want them to act their age. Also I think he likes rap but he’s overly picky about what’s good rap and what not. He’s just overly pretentious about music as a whole almost takes the fun away

Annabeth : only listens to top 40. Taylor Swift makes her go feral according to her and she thinks Halsey is that deep. She’s also incredibly fond of Green Day but went years hiding it from Percy because she loved fucking w him w the top 40 station

Thalia : ok ok fake punk I’m gonna say it you know Green Day is the hardest thing she listens to. She thinks panic at the d*sco is punk. She stans f*ll our boy, she thinks imagine dr*gons goes hard. You need to live with this because you know it’s true. Percy put on Blondie once and Thalia asked for real rock and roll and Percy hasn’t slept since

Grover : obviously he likes classical music but also I think he just lays down and plays metal and screams also bluegrass

Clarisse : HICK QUEEN, you know she can and will tell you the difference between country and western music. She will explain every sub genre. She doesn’t really listen to music unless she’s feeling a certain way so it’s either her hick workout playlist or her mood gospel playlist no in between also veggie tales for when she watches hedges kid or she was raised hardcore religious and couldn’t listen to music absolutely no middle ground

Leo : I think he loves what his mom listened to but he doesn’t remember who they were so he often finds himself humming parts of songs he’s long forgotten tbh. Also assigned top 40 dude. He also likes grunge but like as a normal guy. Told Percy nirvana was overrated and he wouldn’t talk to him for a week. He’s not super picky a bop is a bop as far as he’s concerned

Piper : alt queen! Indie queen! Doesn’t listen to music by white men and won’t start now (may sneak in some mcr but it’s a guilty guilty guilty pleasure she won’t admit to) really likes grunge. Gets into kpop when it hits the states

Jason : a completely blank slate you give him a cd he’ll say thank you I love it before listening to it and mean it. He can jam to every song he doesn’t realize there’s genres yet. Absolutely vibing

Frank : I think he’d like classical. But also I could see him sneaking some heavy metal when his grandmas out and vibing hard to it. He takes Hazel to hardcore concerts

Hazel : she’s a good southern girl and listens to her roots so you’ve got Jazz, Blues, Zedeco, on top of folk/gospel/country music but also nowadays she’s getting really into heavy metal hard core punk music and the alternative scene

Reyna : not going to pretend I know many Latine artists regrettably I don’t and I should rectify that. But Selena. Also I can see her liking pop as long as they actually are singing ala Demi Lavato instead of Selin$ Gomez yknow? Other than that I think she’s probably actually pretty ambivalent to it she’s never really explored it she likes what people play or doesn’t yknow?

Will : Clarisse but if you were born in the Bible Belt and you were poorer

Nico : absolute king no bad takes completely vibes generally enjoys most music. Doesn’t like too much screaming and it can’t be too loud so he’s more pop punk than pure rage music. Also indie pop, disco, jazz, and a few classic rock peeps to makes Percy shut up (Blondie, Joan Jett, literally just women), in gen if I were to break down his taste I’d say Mcr HELENA that song. Perfect, MIKA, Hozier, Carly Rae Jepsen, Paramore, ABBA, totally became a Stan LOONA dude. Also given his travels I think his music taste would be very diverse and have a lot of small time artists from all over. Despite the bands I listed I think he probably listens to a lot of truly indie/underground/unknown stuff. Also I think he’s probably not super into classical he has a fondest for opera

#long post #asks #anon #pjo hcs