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youaintnothinbuta · 6 months

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I ACTUALLY LOVE YOUR J.D X READERS!! I FOUND THEM THE OTHER DAY AND I CANNOT GET OVER THEM. SO CAN I GET A JD x FEM!READER BUT SHES LIKE SUPER OBLIVIOUS. AND J.D GETS FRUSTRATED BECAUSE WE KNOW HIM AND JUST CHAOS ENSUES BECAUSE HE THINKS THERES SOMEONE HE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT AND THATS WHY SHES NOT RESPONDING TO HIS FLIRTING.

I really hope you love this as much as I do!!

“Are you that oblivious? Really?” Jason Dean x reader

Summary: See request

Pairing: Jd x fem!reader

Word count: 744

Warnings: fluff! Some swearing though. Also probably typos you know me <3

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You’d gone out to a party with the heathers one night, unfortunately this party wasn’t exactly smooth sailing (not that any of them really were) and you ended up at Jd’s house, not wanting to face your parent’s impending scolding for coming home so late.

“Jd.” You mumbled his name as you stumbled through his window. Didn’t help that you weren’t exactly sober and his room wasn’t exactly lit.

“Y/N? What the fuck?” He was startled at someone entering his room.

“I didn’t really have anywhere else to go. Is your dad home?” You asked, trying to manage your way through his bedroom.

“Probably not.” He muttered, his irritation palpable.

You felt your way around, sitting down on his desk, looking towards what you could only assume was the direction of his bed.

“What do you want Y/N?” He stood up and flicked his light on.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, nonchalantly.

Wow. The audacity of you.

That question was beyond frustrating for him, to the point where his frustration was beginning to boil over. He gave you a blank stare, mixed with confusion and anger, half expecting you to take it back.

“No— Ye— I don’t know!” Jd exclaimed, his voice edged with exasperation. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning his back against his door in vexation.

You sat there, bewildered at his sudden change in energy, “what?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to regain his composure. “Just tell me, Y/N, is there someone?”

“What, someone? What?” You were utterly confused by the direction of this conversation.

“God, Y/N, do I have to spell it out for you? Are you with someone? Is there a guy you are seeing?”

“What the fuck? No! Where’d you get that idea from?”

“Because! I practically laid out a red carpet for you! And I got nothing! Are you that oblivious, really?” He began making his way over to you.

You furrowed your brow, still clueless about what was happening. “Jd, I’m kinda tipsy and confused. What’s happening? Why are you getting so upset?”

“I’ve been practically waving a flag in your face begging for a chance and you refuse to acknowledge it! And you have the nerve to come in here and ask me if I’m mad at you? So, yeah, actually, I am pretty upset.” He ranted as he stood in front of you.

Your eyes widened in shock as realisation slowly dawned on you. “You’ve been asking me out?”

Jd let out a frustrated groan. “Yes, Y/N, God, have I been.”

You bit your lip, now feeling a little guilty, seeing how much you were unknowingly hurting his feelings.

“I had no idea, Jd, really. I didn’t think you were interested in me that way.”

He sighed, his anger beginning to subside, now that he’d aired everything out. “Well I am, and now you know. It’s been driving me crazy.”

You reached out to him, placing a hand on his arm. “I promise, I never meant to ignore you. I just didn’t realise what was happening.”

He sighed, looking at you looking at him, “If I asked you right now if you’d want to—“

You silenced him with a lingering, passionate kiss, your fingers bunching his shirt together to let him know you really meant it. His body gravitated closer to yours, you were seated on the edge of his desk, your knees making space for his body, your proximity making his heart race. When the kiss finally broke, he pulled away slightly, his intense gaze fixed upon you, and a playful yet intrigued eyebrow raised in question.

“I want to.” You affirmed with a decisive nod, your heart racing as you felt a gentleness in his energy as he stood so close to you.

He stepped away, the two of you both slightly pink in the cheeks as you mentally acknowledged what just happened.

“Did you need me to take you home?” He asked.

Your shook your head, Jd’s lips parted in a small ‘ah’ as he realised what you wanted, no need for you to ask. He pointed with his head in the direction of his bed to say ‘yes you can stay with me’. A smile played on your lips as you accepted the unspoken invitation, and you crawled onto his bed, settling in comfortably.

With a flick of the switch, the room descended into darkness, and he joined you, laying by your side.

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poltoreveur · 4 months

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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

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mysadcorner · 5 months

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hello, can you do a jason dean x reader where the reader isn’t easily manipulated?

Jason Dean x Hard To Manipulate Reader Headcanons

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When Jason first meets you he assumes you'll be just like all the other people he's surrounded by, most likely stupid and easy to control or confuse by his standards. It's only when his tactics don't work on you that he gets a shock and doesn't now how to approach the situation.

Once he realises your harder to break than the others then he's start to go out of his way just to see how much of him you can handle, which mainly consists of him causing more trouble than necessary. If you keep pushing back against him and show that he can't manipulate him it'll take a while for him to finally accept it.

If there's something he really wants you to do but you keep refusing then he's going to become desperate if the plan he formulated needs two people. He'll keep bothering you and you won't be able to get rid of him, and it may even result in you accepting his offer just for him to calm down and stop causing so much trouble if you really want him to settle down.

However, Jason enjoys your company a lot more than he typically would with others because of you not being easy to manipulate. Your resistance really causes a striking difference between you and the other people he's surrounded by in his eyes, so it's quite fresh and new for him to get used to. In his eyes you're exactly on his wavelength even if he might be completely wrong.

He thinks that you not being easy to manipulate has come from having a similar mind set to his, and of course, because of this, he thinks you think a lot like him too. This will make him feel as if you're a lot easier to open up to in the hopes of you understanding him, but it may also be another tactic for you to feel sorry for him and doing something for him if no other methods have worked.

You will see become visibly frustrated when you don't comply with something he wants you to do, and this includes lots of shouting, meltdowns and possibly violence targeted at anyone he can think of. You will have to find a way to calm him down and stop him if you don't want him to get into serious trouble, but the more you don't comply the more he's going to keep doing this.

Jason will go out of his way to purposely try and trick you, and he will go through any length of planning to do so. He starts to learn your behaviour just so he can catch you off guard, so once you've realised this you will always have to keep an lookout for it.

After continuous failures of trying to manipulate you he will have to come to terms that you're not going to give in to his wished, and this will lead him to eventually wanting to come to a mutual agreement with you. Of course he will still want you on his side and help him with any plans of revenge he may have, but he'll let you make a lot more decisions of your own so that you can still help him without giving you a reason to refuse him.

#jason dean headcanons #jason dean headcanon #jason dean heathers #jason dean x reader #jason dean #heathers 1989 #jason dean x y/n #jason dean x you #jd x y/n #jd x you #jd x reader #jd headcanons #jd heathers #jd #heathers jd #heathers movie #heathers the musical #heathers

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kimjun · 9 months

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"Please tell me you see me in your dreams the way I see you in mine"

Jason Todd / Wanda / Obito/ Sasuke/ Mikey / Houtarou/ Itoshi/ Megumi/ Dean Winchester/ Daryl Dixon

#jason todd x reader #x reader #reader insert #wanda x reader #obito x reader #sasuke x reader #mikey x reader #Houtarou x reader #rin itoshi x reader #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jason x reader #naruto x reader #batfamily #tokyo rev x reader #daryl x reader #dean winchester x reader

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tomriddleslovergirl · 9 months

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Someone Hurting their S/O

Pairings: Jason Dean x Reader, Carrie White x Reader, Michael Myers x Reader

Carrie White:

Her reaction depends on how badly you get hurt. If someone had pushed you, she would help you get back up and check if you were alright.

But, if someone seriously injured you in front of her, things will go bad for the person who hurt you really quickly (and anyone in the area).

She’d use her telekinetic abilities to hurt/kill whoever hurt you. (She may not realize she did this herself until after the person who hurt you is injured/dead)

Jason Dean:

Whoever hurt you is gonna die.

While he’s making sure you’re alright, he’s talking about how he’s gonna kill whoever hurt you.

He’d prefer if you went with him to kill the person who hurt you or at least watch. But even if you don’t, he’s killing them anyway.

Michael Myers:

🔪🔪🔪

He saw the whole thing go down.

He was stalking you like usual, when someone decided to hurt you.

You don’t see Michael for the whole day after that happens. Turns out, he’s now stalking the person who hurt you.

The next thing they know, they're dead. And he made sure it hurt.

Imma be honest, Michael would be really overprotective of you and would kill people for the smallest of reasons for you.

#carrie white x reader #slashers x reader #michael myers x reader #jason dean x reader #Slasher x reader headcanons #slashers x gn reader

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rip-quizilla · 1 month

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We Could Be Beautiful: Dead Girl Walking

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

🔹An AU in which you and Eddie are both actors in a community theater production of Heathers: The Musical🔹

Word count: 1.6K

A/N: Just an idea I’ve had rolling around in my head for a while. This will probably become a series of short blurbs within this AU, taking place between the auditions and the cast party following the final performance of the show.

Tags: mutual pining, unconfessed feelings, allusions to sex, passing mention of suicide (pertaining to the plot of Heathers), references to Heathers: the Musical, song lyrics

If you’d like a visual for the scene described from the original musical, click here

🔹divider made by @k1ssyoursister 🔹

You took your role as Veronica’s understudy seriously.

You’d copied down every stage direction, every line, every director’s note- you’d made sure you were prepared. Now, the ultimate test would determine just how prepared for this you really were.

Barb, the actress playing Veronica, had warned you that her sister might go into labor early, and that had been exactly what happened. That meant she would be in the delivery room on opening night, and every program in every audience member’s hand would have a little insert with your picture on it, alongside your name followed by “-will be playing the role of Veronica Sawyer.”

Already, you had managed to make it to the first quarter of the show. “Beautiful” had gone without a hitch, and you’d gotten through “Fight for Me” without your voice cracking. But next was “Dead Girl Walking,” and you were just about ready to fling yourself in front of a bus. Or drink some drain cleaner.

You hadn’t rehearsed this song with Eddie yet; you knew the words, knew the blocking, knew exactly which note you were expected to sing and every riff you had to hit. But standing behind that velvet curtain as you waited for your cue, you were practically on the verge of a panic attack. When you finally had to enter the stage, you channeled it all- the panic, the nerves, the terror of what comes after tonight.

I need it hard

I’m a dead girl walking

I’m in your yard

I’m a dead girl walking

You’d watched him sing this song with Barb so many times, and each time you’d wished it was you- now, you had your chance.

Sorry, but I really had to wake you

See, I’ve decided I must ride you ‘til I break you

Tonight I’m yours,

I’m your dead girl walking

Get on all fours,

Kiss this dead girl walking

You knew Eddie’s wide, wet eyes were those of an actor. The eyes of JD as he watches the girl of his dreams. Still, the heat and want you felt right now wasn’t Veronica’s- it was purely yours. So you let it feed Veronica’s words as you held his face in your tender hands and told JD the things you wished you could say to Eddie.

And you know, you know, you know

It’s ‘cause you’re beautiful

You say you’re numb inside

But I can’t agree

You were the one in the blue blazer now. Tonight, he was your JD, and you were scared shitless that when your lips hit his in a stage kiss that was supposed to have so much fire it set the stage ablaze, it might feel a little bit too real.

So the world’s unfair

Keep it locked out there

In here it’s beautiful

Let’s make this beautiful

Eddie- JD- gazed at you with all the wonder and adoration of a man on his knees for a generous god. His head shook gently, bewildered by his luck as he delivered the next line. “That works for me.”

Then your lips were on him, and for a second you let yourself pretend he was kissing you back and not Veronica. His mouth was warm, his hands hungry as they roamed over your clothes and subtly squeezed until you felt your blazer’s polyester pucker.

When you pulled away for your high note, you gazed into his eyes and saw nothing but truth looking back at you. That fire you’d been feeling all this time was reflected in his eyes tonight. Sure, maybe it’s the stage lights. Maybe he’s just a really good actor. Maybe you’re fucking obsessed with him- but whatever it was, you felt wanted in those eyes. So yeah, you let yourself believe it. You let the script burn you alive.

Full steam ahead,

Take this dead girl walking

Let’s break the bed,

Rock this dead girl walking

You were drunk on the awe in his gaze, the way he looked up at you like he wasn’t sure if you’d really just barged in through his window to ride him until he was a broken mess, or if you were a fantasy his mind had conjured to fuel his desire to belong to someone who would cherish all he had to give.

Again, Eddie was a talented actor. You knew that was his interpretation of how his character felt about your character. Still, you let yourself fall into the script as you straddled his tense, shirtless body, his abs crunching under the blue stage lights in a way that made you salivate. You wondered what your spit would look like on his skin.

You were far too horny to be professional. At least you weren’t so far gone that you couldn’t remember your blocking.

No sleep tonight for you,

Better chug that Mountain Dew

Your heart fell into your core upon hearing Eddie’s whimpered ‘okay, okay’ in character, needy and submissive beneath you.

Get your ass in gear,

Make this whole town disappear

His eyebrows pulled together, voice stronger and raspier as it ripped from his chest. ‘Okay, okay!’ His fingers snuck underneath your skirt, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your ass. You wished it was real.

You eyed him like a predator eyes a kill, determined to stay in his head until he needed you for real. You ran your palm over your cheek, brought your other hand up to fist in your hair, and pretended both hands were his.

Slap me,

Pull my hair,

You grabbed his wrists forcefully, bringing them up one by one to grope each of your tits.

Touch me

There (left tit)

And there (right tit)

And there

To punctuate the final syllable, you couldn’t stop an involuntary writhe of your torso into Eddie’s hands as he grasped your white button down (which was actually a snap-up) at the chest and pulled hard, simultaneously pinching your nipples through your bright blue bra and ripping open your blouse to showcase the swell of your chest for the whole audience to see. You didn’t notice them, though- you noticed the way he looked at your chest like it was the second coming of Christ. You witnessed that fractional widening of his eyes, the way he was entranced by every move you made as you writhed in his lap.

And no more talking

Love this dead girl walking

Eddie’s voice was lightning in the wake of thunder, bright and jagged and beautifully raw with power as he crooned a harmony to your lead as the song drew to a close. This song wasn’t an easy one to sing; had you not been so distracted by how it felt to have Eddie’s hips between your thighs you might have been nervous that you’d flub your high notes- but you didn’t. In a moment of sheer improvisation you did what just felt right, and that meant grabbing Eddie by hair at the base of his neck and wrenching his head back as you rolled your hips into his.

You knew your blocking was to arch your back away from him, but instead you brought your face close enough to his that it’s possible his mic picked up your perfect, clear falsetto as you pleaded, ‘Love this dead girl walking’ with the cadence of a lover asking, begging their beloved ‘don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop’. Eddie’s eyes registered your improvisational choice, and maybe you imagined it but behind those big brown button eyes he seemed to come alive with you, sitting up even further and digging one hand into your soft, hot skin while the other flexed against the stage floor to keep him balanced. His little ‘whoa, whoa, hey, hey, yeah yeah’s were short and breathy, sounding more like moans and whimpers as he rolled the sturdy bones of his hips into you as you matched his rhythm.

If you closed your eyes, you could pretend. If you didn’t have blocking to follow, you might have kissed him again, might have bitten his lip, might have reached for his belt buckle with reckless abandon and let a summer’s worth of pining win over in your mind. Instead, you channeled that passion into the way your hips ground into him with the fervor of a woman with nothing to lose.

Together the two of you finished out the song with heavy breaths and belted lyrics. You writhed. He thrusted. ‘Love this dead girl,’ your voices intertwined in a desperate dance for release from the tension between you that, at some point, had grown thick as two oak trees planted near enough to forget where one ends and the other begins.

‘Yeah!’

Your hand on his chest splayed out over faded ink. Your hips swiveled against his groin.

‘Yeah!’

His hand fisted in the plaid fabric of your skirt. That wasn’t in the blocking- had they added that? Was this improv?

‘Yeah!’

Using the grip on your skirt, he tugged you further into him as his hips bucked up just enough to bounce you on his groin and shake your exposed cleavage. Without thinking, your hand flew into his hair, grasping the sweaty curls at the nape of his neck and tugging sharply back. You weren’t supposed to do that.

‘Ow!’

It wasn’t supposed to be a moan, but that was definitely what you would call the sound you pulled from Eddie’s mouth. A soft yet sharp, breathy moan that existed somewhere in the valley between pleasure and pain and definitely sounded more sexy and less funny, which is how it was supposed to sound. You saw Eddie’s eyes go wide as he too came to this realization.

No matter; if you played it off, no one in the audience would know the difference. You let go of his hair and flung your hand into the air above you, reaching for heaven and belting out your last ‘Yeah’ into the stage lights that lined the rafters above you. Your back arched, and you felt one final push of Eddie’s pelvis into yours, weaker this time as he too came down from the endorphins that ravaged every thought in both your mind and his.

Taglist (people I've been talking to about this since the idea spawned): @ghost-proofbaby, @the-unforgivenn, @munson-blurbs, @hellfire--cult

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #jason dean #eddie munson #Spotify

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cupids-scream-queen · 5 months

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ღ -> Prompt: Choking

ღ -> Jason Dean x f!reader

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Warnings: Choking, sex, biting, mild blood kink, power dynamics, dom!JD x sub!reader, lmk if anything else should be warned.

Summary: Every year for Christmas, you and your boyfriend, J.D, go to your parent's house for dinner. This year, it's held two weeks before the actual holiday, and J.D decides he's going to do whatever it takes to not go.

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"Jason, c'mon, we're gonna be late!" You held your car keys in your hand, watching for any sign of your boyfriend to appear on the staircase.

"What is your problem?" J.D came, finally, wearing a suit--kind of. He was missing a tie, instead going for a bad-boy look that you had to admit was cute.

"The problem is, we're gonna be late for Christmas dinner with my parents!" You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting as J.D continued to wonder around aimlessly, increasing the time you were late.

"It'll be fine, they'll just think we're in traffic, right?" J.D was a smooth talker, that was just how he was. You considered agreeing, but then decided to stand your ground.

"No, they won't think we 'just got stuck in traffic', and you know this," You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation. "J.D, you know you can't always do this whenever we go there."

"Why? You enjoy the delay just as much as I do," He pointed out, and though he was right, you couldn't show it. Not now, not when you know he'd convince you to go upstairs in the bedroom like a good girl and strip for him.

"That's--ugh, you're impossible sometimes!" You were almost ready to storm out the door and sulk in the car--so close, your fingers were on the cusp of the doorknob, when J.D's arms wrapped around your waist, his strength pulling you away from the door.

"I don't think you're going to want to walk out that door there, sweetheart," He said, his voice seductively cool. He was a loser, you knew this--yet you stayed with him regardless.

"And why not?" You asked, your eyebrow raising as you stared at him with as much fury as you could muster. He knew you weren't really upset at him--no, he knew you were aroused, that you needed him, and that if he really wanted to, he could have his way with you.

And he really wanted to.

"Because, I just have a feeling you'll really regret it, and we wouldn't really want that, right sweetheart?" You nodded, your brain wrapping around the words he so eloquently spun. He kept you pinned against the door, his gaze steady as you realized that your boyfriend was going to do something that would add more time to your arrival at your parent's.

"Is it an early Christmas present?" You questioned, hopeful that he'd agree and give you a car battery or something.

"I guess you could call it something like that," J.D admitted, and without warning, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You didn't try to kick, much to his surprise, you simply accepted your fate as J.D made his way upstairs, the inevitable coming closer and closer. "I want you to behave, got it? No fucking around."

"I wouldn't dream of it," You quipped, and a slap across the face let you know that J.D meant business tonight--he wouldn't stand any of your quips or witty comebacks. He reached your shared bedroom, and kicked the door open, throwing you on the mattress.

He climbed on top of you, quickly undoing your Christmas top and ripping your expensive red bra, throwing it over his shoulder with little regard for the lost funds. His hands flew up and down your body, stripping you of all clothing he could get his hands on. It was clear what he was in the mood for, and you were more than happy to supply it.

Your pussy was wet, the slick gathering at the bottom of your panties, and J.D soon found his way to them. He grinned as he felt the moisture of your slick seeping into your panties, your cunt getting ready for all of him.

"A little eager, aren't ya, doll?" He smirked, and all you could do was let out a soft, whiny moan as he slipped a hand past the elastic waistband of your panties, gathering slick into his fingers. "You're all nice and wet for me, such a good girl."

"Please...." You trailed off when you felt one of J.D's fingers slip inside of you and curl up into your spongy walls, fucking you.

"What, sweetheart?" He teased, adding another finger. "C'mon, you can handle more than this, can't you?"

"Y-Yes," You whined when his other hand went straight to your throat, squeezing just tight enough to constrict your breathing to short, shallow breaths.

"Good, good. Ain't you the sweetest thing in Ohio?" He praised, and you smiled through the pain. J.D's fingers were moving in and out of you at a rapid pace, setting the speed for what was to come when his cock was inside of you.

"Please..." You whispered, and he held your neck tighter. A warning, you assumed, to shut up. You obliged, and J.D smirked at his victory, his control over you evident. He removed his hand, deciding to bite you on the neck instead. You moaned loudly, and fought back tears as his teeth broke flesh, tiny spurts of blood lapped up by him.

"You taste divine," He growled into your ear, his fingers moving to circle your clit. You whined as he did this, your teeth digging into your lower lip, threatening to break skin. "God, our love is God. And you are my savior."

With a sharp inhale, J.D took his fingers off of your pussy and sucked on them, eager to taste every last drop of you. He then grabbed your thighs, holding them wide open for him. Lining himself up with your cunt, he pushed in, roughly. He was breaking you open, his thick cock stretching you as far as you'd go.

"God, sweetheart, you feel so good," He was breathless, one hand cupping your thigh and another moved up to your neck, where he returned to his pattern of squeezing. The control he had over you drove you wild, the amount of power he held with his hand right at your throat was enthralling.

"P-Please, more," You asked. J.D said nothing, instead preferring to fuck you harder until you saw stars, his hand leaving your thigh and slapping you across the face.

"You're just such a whore for me, aren't you? Can't control yourself?" He teased, his slaps stinging. It only turned you on more, your body aching to reach the point of pure pleasure. J.D would soon give it to you, you knew this.

He pushed his cock in farther, his hips meeting yours and you gasped at the size of him. He was fully inside of you, and he started to thrust in and out, teasingly, before going rougher and rougher. His hand around your neck, reminding you who was in charge of this situation.

Squeezing, more. He was closer to his climax, and you were, too. His thrust got deeper, more sloppy and animalistic grunts and groans left his mouth as he chased after the pleasure that he needed.

He came, his hand nearly choking you, your vision black as he thrust into you faster, then leaving his cock inside of you, thick, hot spurts of cum covering your walls. He left it there for a while, enjoying the feeling of your pussy squeeze as you came after him, your cunt greedily painting J.D's cock with your cum.

"Oh, you're so pretty, aren't you?" J.D chuckled, removing his hand from your throat. You felt sore, your body used and spent, your neck in no condition to visit your parents for Christmas dinner. "I guess you're too tired to go to your parent's, right? I'll call them and let them know you're feeling under the weather."

#jason dean x reader #jason dean x you #jason dean x y/n #heathers #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #slasher smut #cupids smutmas advent calendar #slashers x reader #slasher movies #horror #heathers the musical

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jasmines-library · 1 month

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What do you think about a Batfam x Supernatural crossover??? Like, Reader is Dean's twin, and Sam's older sister, but she can't take the boys' nonsense anymore (like the pranks in the first season) and goes out to hunt a nest of vampires alone, only in Gotham, Batman V and confronts her, she even runs away but is caught, so she tells the truth, he takes her to the mansion and everyone is extremely shocked that these creatures are real (including Bruce) but there is no way to deny the facts!! And meanwhile the boys are freaking out because their badass sister is missing and they're looking for her like crazy?

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Note: (how strange, someone requested something very similar: anonymous also requested here.

Warnings: Swearing, blood and gore but not descriptive.

Word Count: 1.9k

⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧ SPN MASTERLIST ⛧

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You had finally had enough. You just couldn’t take it anymore. The constant bickering and blame passing, the constant nights spent laying awake blaming yourselves when another got hurt…you were sick of it.

It was in the very early hours of the morning that you slipped out the door, with a handful of your belongings stuffed into a bag. It’s not like you had planned to ;eave forever..you just needed to get away for a little while. To take a breath of fresh air. You had found a hunt a few states over; a nest of vampires which should be simple enough.

You made your way to the bus station about 10 minutes before your bus was supposed to leave. It was just a short walk from the motel. You had considered taking a car or hitching a ride with someone, but you knew that Sam and Dean would be able to track you much easier if you did that. So, you opted to take a bus and exchange half-way there just to make sure they wouldn’t follow behind as quickly as you wanted them to. If you were lucky, you would make it back before they even figured out where you were. To say that they were going to be pissed when they found out would be an understatement. But you were an adult, for crying out loud. Hell, you were the same age as Dean and he seemed to run off without a care in the world.

There was little to no-one on the bus as it sped down the freeway. Supposedly that's because most people weren’t mad enough to get up at 2 in the morning to get on a bus. Either way, it was nice. You had disabled the tracker on your phone and plugged in your headphones to prepare for the drive.

Gotham city was a strange place. Extravagant, but strange. Dawn was slowly creeping into day when you hopped off the bus, and you could tell that the city was lively. There were people roaming the streets as the streetlamps flickered off and the lights inside the skyscrapers blinked on. There were dog walkers, couples holding hands and businessmen hailing cabs over the road. An eerie feeling hung about the city. You couldn’t place it, but there was something malevolent about this city. With the high rise buildings and twisting alleys,it seemed the perfect place for crime. The city was so big that people could just vanish. It was the perfect place for vampires.

You found your hotel a little way up the street. It was quaint with only one bed and a small table next to the wall by the ensuite, but it suited your needs perfectly.

Concealing a machete is not easy. Even though the city had died down slightly now it was past the mid-day hubbub, there were still people everywhere and you did not want to risk being caught by the police for carrying a weapon around. By wearing one of your jackets, you managed to conceal it under your arm as you began to scope out the city to find where the vampires were supposedly nesting.

When you finally found it, it seemed to tick all of the boxes: glazed windows, outskirts of the city, two entrances that you hoped wouldn’t lead to your untimely demise. Vampires were never very subtle. They were always the same.

The entrance to the building was concealed down a side-road. Checking your surroundings to make sure the coast was clear, you began to work on the lock. It snapped open and you made your way inside.

Sam and Dean were frantic.

The day had started out like any other. Sam had slipped out the door early in the morning for his run (a habit which Dean despised and thought was completely unnecessary). He had made nothing of the pile of pillows which you had stacked up on the couch beneath a blanket. It was only when he returned to find Dean nearly burning a floor in the carpet as he paced, taking angrily into the phone.

“No, I don't know where she could have gone, that's why I'm calling you!” Dean was scared. Sam could tell that from the first word he spoke.

There was a pause as the person Dean was on the phone to spoke. Clearly, he wasn’t happy with the response they gave as he slammed the phone shut and threw it across the room.

“Son of a bitch” he yelled, hands coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“What's going on?” Sam asked. He had a nasty feeling that he already knew.

“Y/Ns missing.”

“What?” Sam blinked.

“Yeah. I thought she’d been snatched at first but most of her stuff is gone too.”

Sam bit his lip. “Have you tracked her cell?”

His older brother nodded. “Nothing. I’ve tried calling her too. She’s turned it off.”

“Shit.”

You had managed to get yourself in a little bit of a pickle. And by ‘little bit of a pickle’, I mean ‘there were a lot more vampires than you thought and now you were fighting for your life’. So the usual, really.

When you had slunk inside the building it was completely silent as the vampires sheltered from the sun. But as you moved further into the room and began counting how many there were, you paled. Things hit the fan when you stepped backwards and knocked over a stack of books. All eyes snapped to you and you struggled to keep up with the sheer number of them. The scent of blood and sweat filled the room as you fought and swung. Most of it theirs, but some of it yours.

No matter how many you took down, their attacks never seemed to end. You had just sliced the head off of one when another three raced before you. They were about to reach you, their fangs bared and snarling, when someone tackled them to the ground. The boy was tall, muscular and dressed from head to toe in black, besides the brown jacket slung over the top and the red emblem on his chest. Another figure appeared to your left, also dressed in black. Though this time, his face was concealed by a domino mask and a blue symbol was imprinted on the front of it.

Although the vampires went down, it seemed the two vigilantes didn’t know how to kill them which meant that even with their help, you were going to get nowhere. So as they tussled with them, you swung your arm to defeat the one before you before moving to help them. When the last one went down, their attention snapped toward you as you wiped the end of the machete with the hem of your sleeve.

“What the hell was that?” The one in blue had you pinned up against the wall before you could even blink.

You scoffed. “A thank you would be nice.”

You pushed against his arm, trying to free yourself but he had you stuck firmly in place.

He lowered his voice, leaning closer to you. “I’m gonna ask you again: what the hell were they?”

“You won't believe me.” You told him slyly.

“Try us.” The one in red said.

“Vampires.”

The one in red snorted. “Funny. Now start talking before we arrest you for murder.”

“I told you you wouldn’t believe me.” You rolled your eyes. “If you let me go I’ll prove it to you.”

Dick and Jason honestly weren’t sure if they believed you or not. They had heard the commotion when they passed a building on patrol. People had been going missing in the area recently and they were investigating the area. When they saw you inside they were taken aback. Their initial instinct was to attack you, but when they realised that you were trying to stop the group of people they realised it was you who needed help. They thought it would be easy to take them down. That was until they actually tried. The attackers had sharp canines that came very close to their faces and only stilled when you attacked them with your machete.

When you revealed to them that they were vampires, they thought you were messing with them, but after you showed off their sharp fangs, they were convinced

They were silent as they walked you back to the cave, unsure what to make of it. They were shell shocked; creatures that they thought only existed in movies were real…?

Even more so, they were surprised at how unfazed you seemed. It made them wonder how long you had been doing this for. They didn’t recognise you, and you had refused to give them a name. Jason was going to ask Tim to run a search on the database later, though he wasn’t even sure if he would find anything.

Bruce wasn’t sure what to make of it. When the two vigilantes brought you into the cave after introducing themselves and explaining their work, Bruce was hesitant. He thought that this was some kind of joke. A prank by his two sons. You were adamant however, and showed him pictures on your cell and research papers online.

When you turned your cell back on, you were bombarded with dozens of miscalls and twice as many unread texts from both of your brothers and anyone else who they decided to contact about your disappearance. Shitttttt

Just as you were about to speak, a loud clatter sounded from across the batcave. All of the vigilantes in the room stood to attention and you reached for the gun holstered in your waistband. But as soon as you did so, you came face to face with eyes you knew very well.

“Dean?!” You gawped at him.

“Y/N? Oh thank god.” He pulled you close to him.

The vigilantes dropped their weapons slightly. “You know them?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

“My brothers.” You nodded. They must have managed to track the bus you got on.

“Jesus christ, Y/N. What the hell were you thinking?” Sam chided. “You could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Relax, Sammy. I’m fine. I needed to get away from your bickering for once.”

Dick laughed from across the room “You can say that again.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean frowned.

“I mean you two are constantly arguing and I’m sick of it. I needed to get out on my own for a day or two. I was planning to come back tomorrow morning.”

“And you planned to stay here with these...people?”

“...not exactly.”

“Y/N.” Dean warned.

“They helped me.”

“You told them?!”

“Kind of hard not to when you’re being attacked by a group of blood thirsty vampires.”

“It’s true.” Jason said. “We didn’t believe her at first.”

“Sorry…”

“It’s alright.” Dean said. “We’re sorry it got so far that you felt you had to leave. All that matters is that you’re safe.”

Bruce decided to speak next, his interest peaked by your earlier statements. “So about those vampires…the other things are real too?”

Dean nodded. “Pretty much all of it.”

“Oh god. I have a feeling things are about to get a whole lot more interesting in Gotham.”

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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Pervy Jason Dean Listens to You Through the Door

Pairing: Jason "J.D." Dean x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, voyeurism, sort of mutual masturbation, dirty talk, cum shot

A/N: He gives me those "You're broken but I wanna fix you vibes" and I wanna try.

J.D. wanted to surprise you with a steamy night in now that your parents were out, probably not gonna be back until early hours of the morning. That's plenty of time to get frisky and hot and heavy. He didn't tell you he was stopping by he wanted to see the look on your face when he opened the door.

"J.D.-" His hand stopped short of the doorknob, his ears surely fooling him. "Right there, yes... mm..." Music and moaning? You could only be doing one thing in there. But alone? You? His pretty, pure angel that couldn't even look at his cock the first time you had sex?

Only one way to find out for sure. Slowly and carefully he opened the door and peaked in. The sight did not disappoint: you naked on your bed, a pillow under your ass, legs in the air and your hands between your legs. Since you already got started without him he might as well join in. But he doesn't want to interrupt this, such a rare sight of you pleasuring yourself.

"Fuck, baby, imagining my cock are you?" He whispered low enough not to be heard over the music. "Use those fingers, work your cunt up for me." His cock was in his hand in seconds. Stroking it up and down he never took his eyes off you, "That's it baby, that's my dirty girl, you're doing so well." He knew you didn't hear him but you turned your head to the door and started sucking on two fingers, quickly switching them out for the ones that were just inside your pussy, "Oh fuck, yes, keep sucking, you're gonna make me come like that."

Both your hands returned to your legs, your hips rising off the pillow supported by your feet on the bed, "Harder, please, please, fuck me harder, use me."

"I'll be using you all night. You wanna be a slut? I'll treat you like one." Was this really happening and not a wet dream? His cute girlfriend coming all over her fingers from the fantasy of being used and fucked until morning. Well he was a good boyfriend, so why not make your wish come true? Right after he watches you come that is.

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youaintnothinbuta · 7 months

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hey! don't know if you still do jason dean requests but i'm gonna put one in anyways. could you do something we're jd thinks the reader getting mad at him is super hot and he'll keep egging them on just so they yell at him or get frustrated at him (because he's just a frustrating person.) but the reader eventually catches on and starts trying to make him angry. the typical flirting with other guys, talking to people he doesn't like, not letting him hang out with them after school. eventually he just has enough and corners the reader and just goes off.

“You gotta get better at telling me this stuff.” Jason Dean x reader

Summary: see request

Pairing: Jason Dean x fem!reader

Word count: 1000

Warnings: angst, sexul innuendo towards the end, probably typos

A/N: yes I absolutely still will write for Jd!! Hope this is okay, had trouble figuring out how to end it 🫠

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“I swear to god Jd it’s like you are out to make me mad.” You said after he’d showed up to your house with no books, not even a pen, after you explicitly explained that you are too busy with finals coming up to spend hours and hours doing nothing productive at the moment, and after he promised you he’d bring his school work over so you could study together.

“I’m not.” He laid back on your bed.

You looked at him, immediately seeing right through the grin that was tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Oh my god, you are.”

“I’m not.” He sat up, hardly able to control his smile.

“You are!”

“I’m not.” He shrugged.

“YOU ARE!” You yelled, earning a slight chuckle from him. You paused, taking a second to realise this is what he wanted out of you, you took a breath. He stood up, his hand finding the small of your back, he lent into you, mumbling, “how bout you let me relieve some of your anger, hm?”

“What? No. No no no.” You pushed him towards your bedroom door.

“Where are you—“

You continued to push him through your house.

“I don’t have time for this Jd. Go be a dick somewhere else. Go home. I need to study, don’t have time for your games.” You shut the door in his face, leaving him outside.

You went back to your room, sitting at your desk, feeling a little guilty for kicking him out but also a little frustrated that he’d been pissing you off on purpose lately. The snide remarks he’d been making, calling other girls hot, just to name a few things he’d been doing.

God, how could you be such an idiot? You know what? No. Two can play at that game. If he wants to give it out he’s gotta be able to take it.

The following Monday at school, you were by your locker, talking to David, a guy in your biology class. You saw Jd approaching you from your peripheral vision, and made sure to look extra entertained by this guy.

“Hey, babe. Mind if I join?” Jd asked.

“Actually, I do. We were in the middle of a conversation,” you looked up at David, “Sorry, let’s go somewhere else.” You smiled and walked away from Jd.

You couldn’t see him with your back turned, but you knew exactly the look he was giving you. You know he was easy to anger. You knew his eyes had darkened and his mind would be racing.

In the following weeks, you started to play your own game. You began flirting shamelessly with other guys in front of Jd, making sure he saw you laughing and enjoying their company. It was a risky move, but you was determined to push Jd to his limits, to give him a taste of his own medicine.

One day, you walked home with a guy from school, your hand lightly brushing his arm as you chatted and laughed. You glanced back and saw Jd trailing behind, his face a mask of frustration. Later that week, you made plans to hang out with people you knew Jd couldn’t stand. You watched as he gritted his teeth, knowing he wouldn’t be invited. The satisfaction you felt was immense, but it was nothing compared to what was to come. Jd’s breaking point finally arrived. It was a Friday after school, you had arranged to meet your friends after school to go to one of their houses, leaving Jd standing alone as he watched you and your friends leave together. That was his final straw. He couldn’t take it anymore. You knew Fridays after school were your designated “couple time”.

That night, he crawled into your bedroom through your window.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? What the hell are you playing at?” His anger evident in his piercing gaze.

You feigned innocence, your eyes widening, “Playing at? I don’t know what you mean.”

His voice trembled with barely-contained rage. “Stop it. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You smirked, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. “Do I, Jd? Maybe I’m just having fun.”

He gripped your arms pulling you into his hold. “Fun? You think this is fun? Do you think it’s fun for me to watch you gawk at random guys. I know you don’t like them as much as you pretend to.” He was practically seething.

“How the fuck do you think I feel, then, huh?” You shoved him off of you, “I’m only doing it because you do it to piss me off.”

Jd’s frustration was palpable, and he raked a hand through his hair. The intensity of the situation hung in the air as he tried to regain his composure.

You stood your ground, staring at him with a mixture of anger and defiance. “You started this, Jd. Maybe now you’ll understand how infuriating it is to be on the receiving end of your bullshit.”

He took a step toward you, his eyes locked onto yours. “You think this is a game, Y/N? You think we can just keep pushing each other’s buttons?”

You matched his gaze, unflinching. “Maybe it is a game, Jd. But you started it. I just decided to play by your rules.”

For a moment, the room was filled with tense silence. The two of you were caught in a glaring standoff, each unwilling to back down. Jd finally let out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair once more. “Fine, Y/N. You win this round.”

You raised an eyebrow, not expecting him to back down so easily. “Is that it? Just like that?”

He leaned in closer, his voice low and intense. “I only try to piss you off because your reaction is hot. I love when you yell at me, you know that?”

He reached out and grabbed your face gently, his touch surprisingly tender.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief that you could finally be honest with each other.

“You gotta get better at telling me this stuff.”

Jd chuckled, leaning in, his lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him, his fingers finding their way up your skirt as he broke the kiss with a smile, pushing you down gently onto your bed.

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rotten-corpses-blog · 10 months

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NSFW Jason Dean head cannons

I spent too long on this. SMUT a head fellas

Oh lord this man

He’s horny 24/7. It would be concerning if he wasn’t so hot.

King of public sex right here, when he wants it he wants it and doesn’t care if you skip the entirety of your math class that day, he’ll do it again, don't test him.

1000% obsessed with you, you don’t even have to do anything to get him going; if you just exist around him for 2 minutes he has a raging boner.

He is a hard dom for sure, no questions about it. He has no chill at all.

His pace is rough and fast most of the time, unless you request otherwise.

He’s a panty snatcher, you’ll wonder where your underwear are going most of the time and why you can’t find a pair after he comes over.

And he LOVES buying you new underwear (that he can steal back) this mf prob has some kind of rewards program for Victoria's secret. (no shame)

Has bondage gear, it’s hidden somewhere under his bed.

That strip crockett scene? Imagine that but almost every night and everywhere in your house he knows y’all won’t get caught.

It’s a miracle that if you have the parts, you aren’t pregnant. So many scares tho.

He loves cumming inside, no condom. If you aren’t comfortable with that he’ll cum on your face.

I honestly think he likes giving oral, he’s so obsessed with you that he loves the feeling that he can give you.

Don’t get me wrong, he loves blowjobs. He loves them so much that you better hope you have a good gag reflex.

He’ll get pouty if he doesn’t get attention, he gets over it pretty quickly tho and materbates very loudly where you can hear him.

He has no shame about sex, like at all. He doesn’t care who hears or sees. (he’ll kill them later)

He loves your ass, no matter how big or small. Fucks you doggystyle to see it jiggle.

He just likes your body in general; your god/goddess in his eyes and he honestly feels that you were made for him.

He may be a perv, but he’s respectful. No means no and he knows and respects that.

Jason Dean is the horniest bastard (and proud perv) but you love each other and that’s all that matters.

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ghoastixx · 5 months

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Bringing your slashers/horror characters to Thanksgiving

Includes: Michael Myers (OG), Beetlejuice, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher, J.D., Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Poly Lost Boys, Carrie White

Includes: gn reader, swearing, pet names,

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Michael Myers

In reality, this man is not going to your family’s Thanksgiving. He’s not even taking his mask off.

But let’s pretend!!

Let’s say you DID get Michael to take off his mask and venture out of your home for Thanksgiving.

You told your family that he was mute, some understood that better than others.

Grandma? Loves him for some reason.

“Hi baby, is this Michael? Oh hi sweetheart, how are you doing, come let’s get you guys seated.”

She’s so sweet he’s so unused to it other than from you.

He would freak out a lot of people by sitting there and just staring at everyone.

He’s so big and tall compared to everyone, grandpa would ask if he could help him move a dresser or some shit.

“Come on Michael, we’re gonna be late!” You called, waiting patiently by the door.

When you both arrived at your family’s home where Thanksgiving would be hosted this year, Michael was very tense. Very rarely did he ever take his mask off and he hadn’t had a thanksgiving in years. You took his hand and brushed your thumb over your knuckles as you walked inside, taking your shoes off. Your grandma greeted you with a hug and a comfortingly sweet voice.

“Sweetheart! So glad you could make it! Is this Michael? It’s a pleasure to meet you young man,” your grandma said with a smile, touching his hand which made him tense. “Come now, let’s get you guys seated before the food gets cold.”

Mikey was nervous walking through the house, seeing pictures of grandkids and uncles and cousins, seeing everyone seated.

Your grandpa took liking to his muscles,

“Yeah! Looks like you could get the job done, you mind helping me move some boxes in the garage? My back isn’t as nice as it used to be and my kids are pieces of shit.”

“Dad😡”

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Beetlejuice

Yeah he can pretend to be problematic for thanksgiving.

Would purposely scare the shit out of your cousins.

Your family calls him musty..

Your emo cousin likes him though!!

“Y/N…get him out of here he stinks!” Meanwhile your dead boyfriend is sitting across from your emo cousin who’s lowkey studying him over. He’s just letting them too, he says it reminds them of Lydia.

Your family is boring to him, he’d much rather have thanksgiving at your own house with Lydia and Adam and Barbra.

“Come on babes, this is boring, we’re out of here,” he states as he takes a Turkey leg and promptly leaves the home, hand in yours.

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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Your parents and family do not approve.

They’re mostly confused as to why you brought two boys with you. They call it slut behavior.

Billy’s family most likely can’t even get through a normal dinner, let alone Thanksgiving, so he was down for coming.

Stu’s family were out of town and he didn’t want to go to some fancy thanksgiving with a lot of people he didn’t know. He’d rather stay in Woodsboro and get drunk for Thanksgiving, but being with his partners worked too.

Your family is way turned off by Billy, they think he’s rude, where as they think Stu is too energetic.

Billy and Stu would find any excuse to dip, letting them have private time, away from everyone.

Stu would make dirty jokes at the table in you and Billy’s ear.

You get a lot of side eyes from everyone..

You knock on the door with both of your boys, only to be greeted by a strange look.

“Y/N, baby, you brought your friends? How..nice..”

When you were all sat down at the table, your aunt started,

“Two boys Y/N? You friends from school?” Your uncle interjected

“I recognize you Loomis. You better not be causing any trouble.” He practically growled. Billy just nodded.

Lots of apologies to your boys after.

“It’s alright baby, it was bound to happen,” Stu said, grabbing a beer from his fridge

“It’s alright puppy, the food was good,”

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J.D

Would genuinely probably be the politest to your parents and family,

Got to make a good impression!!

He’d stay close to you the entire time, making sure to show off who he was to you,

God don’t even get him started on his opinion on politics PLEASE..

I feel like he’s the type of guy that your parents would be nice to in person but when he leaves everyone’s like “he’s so weird?😀”

The type of guy to call older relatives ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’

Would hit the deserts HARD

“Sweetie your new boyfriend is very nice,” your grandma hums as you help with the dishes, he sits in the other room, arguing about politics.

“Yeah, he sure is something,”

“I’m very glad you could bring him,”

Your aunt walks in the room, shaking her head, “he’s really weird honey,” you looked at her with a confused facial expression, “I don’t know how to explain it. He’s just.. odd.”

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Otis Driftwood

You’re eating dinner at his house. Nothing else.

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Baby Firefly

Would actually try to go to dinner with you if that’s what you really wanted.

Would probably make an okayish impression on your family,

They think she’s energetic and odd,

She knows…a lot,

I like to think that she does like domestic feelings, so she might actually love to go to your thanksgiving,

You’re holding her hand as you drive back to the firefly home, smiling as your stunning girlfriend rambles next to you.

“It was so fun! Thank you for taking me baby,”

“Of course,” you hun as she continues to speak very highly of the little tradition.

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Poly Lost Boys

Your parents are very thrown off when you tell them that Thanksgiving needs to be a little later than 1:00 this year because your boyfriends get off at 5:00.. (when it gets dark)

They are even more thrown off when four bikers walk in with mullets and frills and no manners at all.. well, the quiet one has manners.

David would try and make a good impression while keeping up his ‘I’m the top dog’ behavior.

Dwayne just wants to help out and actually make a good impression.

Marko will spend most of his time with any pets and Paul will follow in foot.

They house down food. It’s sort of embarrassing

Your parents are so thrown off it hurts.

“Sweetie where did you meet them again?” Your mom whispers to you from across the table,

“So, boys, what do you do for work?” Your father questioned, each boy having a way different reaction it looks suspicious.

Your parents just nod and try there best to get through the dinner.

After dinner it gets even worse, they’re all over you, touching and giving little kisses during conversation, right in front of your parents.. god it was going to be a long night.

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Carrie White

Genuinely would do her best to come to your thanksgiving if her mama let her.

She’d be all dressed up and pretty, silently so excited that she gets to go to someone’s thanksgiving.

She’s so polite and quiet around your family,

If you all say grace, she’s an active part of it.

She’d be so flustered and happy to be there,

She thinks your family is so nice!!

You knock on the door of her house for her to rush down, saying goodbye to her mama. You would say hello to Mrs.White, but very uncomfortably.. you didn’t like Carrie’s Mama.

You smile upon seeing her. She looks so pretty.

“Hey darling, you look great,”

She blushed, looking down a little flustered, “thank you,”

You open the passenger door, letting her get in and closing it for her. She felt so nice, being treated so kindly. She’d remember this day for a while.

Please send me any slasher requests,

(Although I’m more prone to write for Billy & Stu at the moment)

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starletdawn · 3 months

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You sit on your bed eyes glued to your notes and your a sheet of paper. You had a 6 page essay coming up and it was worth 70% of your grade. You suddenly hear a knock. you jump from your bed. “Coming!” you say loudly expecting your parents back from their date night. As you open the door weirdly enough no one is there. You hear the knock again you turn around, and see your boyfriend Jason Dean waiting for you like a little puppy outside your bedroom window. For some reason he was obsessed with climbing your window this was honestly normal behavior for him. You quickly open the window and before you can say anything he goes into your room. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft kiss. “What are you doing here baby?” I say as I pull away softly. “Well, I’ve barely seen you today at school. Where have you been my love?” he responds “I’ve been working on my essay I want a really good grade,” I say softly. “Well, now that you’re done with your essay what should we do? I mean I saw your parents leave the house earlier and I was thinking we could…” He smirks now putting his hands on your hips. “There are still some things I still have to review for my test.” You sigh as you bite your lip nervously “And I don't want any distractions.” “C’mon let me stay darling” He pouts leaning in to your cheek giving it a gentle kiss. “Okay, but promise to not distract me.”Promise!” He says you go back to studying. He plays with my hair and fidgets with your cat plushie. “I don’t understand why you try so hard once we get married I’ll spoil you with everything you want.You won’t have to work for a day.” He remarked although you rolled eyes your heart flutter at the thought of you being more than just a highschool fling. “On second thought I would love a smart-ass as my lover” JD teases. After a few minutes you started getting frustrated and tired. Your hands starts hurting and you can barely keep your eyes open the worst part was that you weren’t even close to done. “You should take a break sweetheart” Jason says looking into your tired eyes “No, I can’t” I groan. “You’ll be able to get more done if you’re energized. “C’mon just take a short break and then you can go back to working.” ”Fine” You finally give in. You lay your head on his chest He caress your hair and cheek. “You’re so gorgeous my dear I could stare at you forever and never get tired. You’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His words, his tender touch on my skin, His beautiful eyes all caused my body to relax and before I knew it I was in a deep slumber.

The cold breeze hits your arms goosebumps on your skin. You slowly open your eyes to complete darkness. You look over to your clock it’s 2:00am and Jason is no longer here. “He must’ve left” you thought to yourself. You quickly realized that you forgot to finish your essay you panic searching inside you backpack you find the essay and you suddenly realize It’s all done. All 6 pages filled with information you found a sticky note plastered to it. It read “I used all your notes and resources I tried my best to follow the prompt and use correct grammar I hope you like it my dear. Sincerely, JD” After reading through it. I was honestly surprised I knew Jason was smart (when it benefited him) but oh shit the essay was perfect. Despite his usual bad handwriting he wrote the essay in neat writing and honestly it looked like he put a lot effort into the paper for such short time. You put your essay back into the paper thinking about how lucky you were to have such a precious boyfriend.

This my first writing I’ve published so please be nice but feedback is welcome!!💗💗

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"Only for you"

n.o.t.e.s - BRO, HE IS SO FINE, also altered timeline not cannon to the movie.

w.a.r.n -📓 Nsfw, dub-con, penetration, p in the v, fingering, bathroom sex, and protected sex.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - 🔪 Jason Dean x Fem!reader

w.c. - 🎬1.7k

Y/N..

The savior of the Westerburg

You were the rival girl of Heathers, especially Heather Chandler. You were prettier, smarter and better dressed her not to mention the better attitude

It was a slap on the face for Heather, you shared 2 classes, and every time you walked past her, you can see her turn red just like her ribbon. You held your tray with whatever they served at lunch, the lunch ladies were nice to you, due to your good attitude and smile. You manage to get something much better than the school served.

Walking by Heather's table, where they sat near the jocks as they start catcalling you. You walked to the back of the cafeteria, where Martha's 'dump truck' was sitting, you did get some eyes from the whole cafeteria.

"Can I sit here?" you asked as you flashed her your signature smile.

The cafeteria went silent, as you heard whispering. Martha was shocked by what you said, she looked around to see if you were playing a cruel joke on her.

"No jokes, just friendship" You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, cocking your head to the side.

"U-um, s-sure!" she said quietly.

You sat down, and as you started eating your lunch, "Why sit in the back of the cafeteria, you don't get to see the action" you said, looking up from your tray.

"Nobody likes me, so I just resort here" she muttered. "I get it" you responded, biting into the sandwich.

You looked up, trying to find something amusing to take about with your new acquaintance, your eyes landing on a black-haired guy, sitting conveniently in the back as well. Wearing a trench coat over his clothes oddly enough.

As you brushed your fingers together on your tray, get rid of the crumbs off your fingers. "So who's the hot kid there" You pointed at him, winking at him too.

He waved to you.

"That's Jason Dean, he's been here for 5 months, not much new" she responded as ate her lunch.

"Gosh, how was I ignoring a hottie," you said

"He used to date, Veronica Sawyer" she piqued, "Oh really, I guess he's single right now," you declared, you got up from your chair leaving your lunch behind, walking towards the suspicious hottie.

"I guess you're the infamous Jason Dean" You place your hand on the table, cocking your body to the side.

"-And what do I owe you, wonder girl" he responded with a smile.

"More than what you think, if I could join you in what you doing," you asked him, butterflies were swimming in your stomach, you never really had this moment before even with the jocks that try to pin you to your locker.

"I should have brought you a throne" he teased, he combs his hair back with his fingers.

You laughed at the comment, putting your face in and your palms. Dipping your head towards Jason. "Are you single currently?" you whispered, you glanced back to see the Heathers and Veronica looking at you and JD.

"No, not currently you asking?" he responded, his eyes checking you out.

"Yea, how about a little date at Kekes" you proposed, "A cutie like you, should already have a girlfriend and maybe have a chance with getting laid with me" you whispered, a Cheshire cat smile spreading on your lips.

"Oh, who knew wonder girl was so dirty" he gave you a smirk. "Truly, I am" You fluttered your lashes at him.

"Never knew," he whispered.

"So..what you have next period, Jason"?" you prompt, your head on your palm, pointing at him with your manicured nail.

"Math, how about you" he leaned back to the wall, he brushed his hair back, crossing his arm with a playful look.

"Same, maybe we're in the same class" you chirped.

The bell ranged, motioning for the next period.

"Welp, hopefully, you can come to our date," you took some paper and wrote your number down on it, passing it to him.

"See you later" You gave him a wave, walking out of the cafeteria for your next class; you purposely swayed your hips when you were walking out, wanting him to look at your ass.

You were leaning to the side of the diner, blowing puffs from your cigarette. Placing the cigarette between your lips. Crossing your arms as your leg supports your balance.

You weren't surprised to see Jason or JD walking up to the diner; you blew the smoke out from your lips. Leaning off the wall, finishing off your cigarette.

Walking towards him, "I guess you really did take the bait" You flashed him a smile. "I mean, how could I not with the wonder women of our school," he answered, putting his hand on his chin, cocking his head to you.

"Especially with the offer," he said as he walked into the diner; you followed, "I said you had a chance," you asserted. "Besides, you're cute," you murmured.

"I'm what?" he teased, holding the door.

"Just buy me a coke, jackass" You walked inside the diner. "Yes, princess," he walked into the diner.

After you guys get situated at your table, you want to make this date last forever in his mind; maybe he was one of those guys that got obsessive. A waitress passed by as you looked at the menu, rubbing your foot over his leg up to his thigh. You shot him a sly smile, "I'll get a rusty burger with fries" you said, giving her a grin.

"I'll just get a Diet Coke" he answered, looking straight out at you, as you rubbed your foot closer to his groin. "Your not hungry?" you piqued, biting your lip.

"Nope," he answered; he popped the p. "Why not" You rubbed his leg more, looking through your eyelashes, fluttering your eyes. "Just not hungry when you here," he winked at you.

"You're a sly dog, you know that." you blinked, prompting your hand on your palm.

"Wanna do something fun, Y/N?" he gave you a smug grin at you, "What do you mean?" his idea peeped your interest, "Something that sped up the process, why sit here and wait when he can do something fun" he grins.

He got up from his seat, grabbing your hand from the booth as you followed him to the bathroom. "What are you doing" you questioned, "Something fun" he opened the door, pulling you inside.

Before he pinned you to one of the stalls' doors, " You're really that needy," you bit your lip. "After pulling that stunt with me under the table," he panted, his forehead bumping into yours.

You felt his boner on your pelvis and his breath on your cheek, making you feel yourself becoming wet. You hated how he made you aroused, it was supposed to game for you to win, but he was slowly winning you over. You felt him grabbing your chin, "Don't get shy on me now, wonder girl," he snapped at you; he snuck his fingers down to your thigh, dangerously under your skirt.

His hand inches away from your panties, and you felt your breathing becoming heavier by the second. "Wanna live up to what you said earlier" he whispered in your ear, slowly sliding his fingers into your cunt.

Your pants becoming heavier, feeling his finger pumping into you. "Eager aren't you" he whispered.

Moans escaped your lips as you felt your nipples becoming hard in your bra. "Gosh, I would never know someone like you would enjoy this" he pumped his fingers into you faster, plunging them.

You clasp your hands to your mouth, hiding your moans. "Don't be like that; I wanna hear you; I want this whole fucking diner to hear you," he whispered, thrusting his finger into you.

"Haah-" you moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy, "God, your pussy is tightening around my fingers." he mocked, taking his fingers out of you.

He licked his finger in front of your red face, you panted "Why" you muttered throwing your head to the side pissed off.

"So I can enjoy you all to myself," you turned your head back, seeing him holding up a condom. "Your seriously going to fuck me in a bathroom," you muttered, your cheeks stained red.

"Yea," he responded; you heard him unzipping his pants, you glanced to see his dick, and you were shocked at how big it was, making you wetter by the second.

"Turn around," he demanded

You obeyed, turning around and placing your hands on the stall as you felt him lining into your wetness. Your nipples were hardened against your bra, moaning against the friction.

You were startled as you felt him thrust into you; it was painful, tears building up on your lash line, biting your lip. His dick was splitting, you open, and you enjoyed every minute.

Thrusting inside you, feeling him in places you didn't even know existed. "Haah," you moaned, and you arched your back. You felt his hand on your chest, pulling up your shirt and bra in one motion.

His rough hands groped your chest, playing with your sensitive nipples. "F-fuck...Jason," you groaned out. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you into a heavy kiss.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring your mouth. You withdraw from the kiss for oxygen as you pant out. His thrust getting sloppier inside. "We should make quick" He lifted you by your waist, his dick still inside you, "Jason wait-" You were cut off by his dick going into you farther; you moaned loudly.

"J-Jason, im close," you panted, "God, me too" he thrust into you a few more times before you cummed on his dick; he thrust into you a few times from spilling into the condom. Some of the cum in the condom dripped onto the floor, and he placed you on the stall wall. You panted out; your face was still red.

You glanced back at Jason, zipping himself up and throwing out the condom. "Fuck you," you muttered, juices dripping down your leg.

"Your moans said the opposite," he whispered; he put your panties into his trench coat pocket.

You were too tired to argue, and sweat was glistening on your body. "I'll be outside, waiting, wonder girl" he slapped your ass, leaving you in the bathroom.

"Bastard," you muttered, dropping onto the bathroom floor, your legs giving up.

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