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fleurelyse · 4 years ago

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Hi! Could you please do miscarriage angst? Thx

A/N: Sorry this took so long and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of miscarriage

word count: 1.4k Tip Jar (every bit helps)

Who would cope with you:

Norman Bates: It felt like all the clean air in the world had vanished and all Norman could do was suck in the heavy air that flowed throughout the house. It’d been a few weeks since the news of your unborn child’s death but it still felt fresh; the nursery that he often found you sitting in, staring at the crib that would’ve housed your baby, was colder than before. You both were there for each other though, making sure that you slept, ate and showered; but nothing felt right anymore. “We can try again when we’re stronger, okay?” Norman whispered to you one night with his lisp pressed against your head while you sobbed into his chest. He only hoped that you would want to try again in the first place.

Thomas Hewitt: The feeling of the doctors comforting grip on Thomas’ shoulder was what really grounded him to what was happening. You both expected the doctor’s visit to have good news but instead, it left your life in pieces on the ground. Thomas blinked a couple times before sucking in a deep breath and picking you off the floor, your whole body shaking from the sobs that wracked through you. “I’m here, we’ll get through this. It’s alright,” Thomas’ voice was hoarse as tears stung in his own eyes; his heart aching for the loss of the baby he never got to meet. Thomas never left your side for the next couple of weeks until he knew you were okay to be on your own; you found peace through one another. A middle ground that was the only bridge left standing in the family you wanted to badly to have; Thomas still believed you would have a baby one day but right now you just needed time to heal.

Vincent Sinclair: As soon as the words left the doctor’s mouth, you started to cry. Vincent instinctively pulled you into a hug, making sure you knew he was still there and that he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’ve got you,” he said, feeling your tears soak his shirt. Over the next few days Vincent would keep an eye on you, grieving with you the best he could and trying to stay strong for the both of you. He had his brothers clear out the nursery you had begun to set up, knowing you wouldn’t be able to look at it without breaking down. He’s not one to ask if you want to try again in the future because the wounds are still fresh and he cares more about you than the thought of having a child in the moment. It hurts him a lot but it’s you he slaves over, making sure you’re alright before he even has the time to cry.

Who would need to be alone for a while:

Michael Myers: You don’t even get to hug him before he’s slamming the bathroom door, locking it and breaking everything in his reach. You already felt as thought you couldn’t cry anymore and you took your shoes off before heading upstairs to start packing up all the baby things you were so excited to buy. Your heart ached knowing you would have to tell your loved ones the horrible news but you knew Michael was the one hurting the most. “I was finally ready,” his voice was shaky from the other side of the door when you knocked to check on him. “I was going to be a father.” His words had you holding back your own sobs and you found yourself sitting against the door, Michael mirroring your actions on the opposite side. You both knew it was going to be a long journey to healing but you would make it over time.

Jason Voorhees: After your appointment where you found out the bad news, you went to tell Jason, making your way through town and towards home. When you get out of your car and see him standing on the cabin porch, the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know and he disappears. He feels like he’s been swallowed by a black hole and can’t manage to break free of the hold it has on him. Jason knows he needs to be there for you and he will, but he can’t look you in the eye until he knows he won’t break down into tears. It’s not until a few days later when he comes back, hugging you against his chest and letting you cry against him. He doesn’t let you talk, only shushing you until you quiet your sobs, giving him enough time to tell you that he loves you by placing his hand on your heart. He’ll stay by your side for weeks to pass and eventually you find it easier to live, hoping one day you’ll be strong enough to try again.

Bubba Sawyer: He knew he needed to be with you; he knew that you needed him but he couldn’t bring himself to come out of the bedroom. He kept staring at the small stuffed animal in his hands, thinking about how happy he could’ve made his baby if he’d just gotten to see it. Bubba cries for a couple of hours, his heart aching for a family he didn’t know he needed so badly. When you finally get to see him when he emerges from the room, you both cry again, his arms wrapping around your frame and holding you close, “I’m sorry,” he says as though it was something he did. He knows he did nothing wrong but it’s the only thing he can say in the moment, knowing you feel just as horrible as he did.

Who doesn’t know how to cope with it:

Brahms Heelshire: When you lose the baby during your third trimester, it breaks everything you’d ever built for your life with Brahms and his child. It’s like the air was knocked from your lungs and it takes a few nurses and an oxygen mask to calm you down. Your eyes drift over to Brahms who stares as your deceased baby that the doctor had the nerve to make you deliver, even though he knows you had to. You don’t have time to cry before he’s ordering the doctor to run tests on himself to see if it was something genetic. When you grab his hand and squeeze, Brahms looks down at you for the first tie since you delivered your baby and he breaks, “What if it was me? What if something was wrong with me and that’s why it didn’t-” you cut him off with a shake of your head, your eyes overflowing with tears that he wipes away. Neither of you know how to cope with this sudden loss, but you try nevertheless.

Bo Sinclair: It’s been weeks since the news of your miscarriage and you’d never seen Bo this wrecked. He never leaves his garage and drinks all the time, refusing to sleep for even five minutes at a time. “How do you go on from this?” He asks you one night with red, puffy eyes and a frown on his face. Cupping his cheeks in your hands you feel him let out a shaky breath and his eyes water again. You knew how excited he was to become a father and this news was no doubt a major turning point for him but you did your best to try to stay strong for him. Bo could see right through it with the countless times he’s heard you cry yourself to sleep or when you spent a whole day trying to put away nursery items you’d bought over the weeks. It was something that would take time, this grief, but you knew you would make it work, it had to.

Charles Lee Ray: He gets angry when he gets the news, waiting until getting back home before going into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. You sit by yourself on the couch for a while, silently crying and hoping that your baby was in a better place before he comes out, eyes red and his voice hoarse, “What do we do? How do we move on?” He sits next to you on the couch, letting you try to calm him down; it works for the most part and before you know it, you’re both in each other’s arms, crying and grieving about the loss of your child together. Charles knows it’ll take him a while before he’s even remotely ready to try again, but he’ll get there eventually as long as you’re there with him.

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fleurelyse · 4 years ago

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Could I request for Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt (and anyone else you may want) on how they’d react to cumming very quickly, like they’re having a stressful day and haven’t dont *it* in a long time and it just happens. :) thanks

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I really liked this one....very spicy! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, heated make-out sessions, mentions of oral, face-sitting, pet names

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees and Bo Sinclair

word count: 2.05k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt:

“I need you to go upstairs for me, pretty girl,” Thomas’ voice sounded darker than you remembered as you walked through the front door, letting your workbag rest against the coat rack. Your lover didn’t give you a moment to speak before he was trudging back down the steps of the basement where you heard a male beg for his life.

With a sigh you obliged, running your hand down your stiff neck and wondering if you needed to take some time off work. You felt like you hadn’t seen Thomas, kissed him or even touched him in forever and it was starting to get to you. You both hated the fact that work had you going overtime and that he was doing busy work with stuff around the acres of land he had to maintain. All you wanted was to spend at least a full day with him where there was no work, just love making and talking.

Making your way to the bedroom, you shut the door as the man started screaming, the familiar sound of Thomas’ chainsaw going off as you took your clothes off piece by piece and set them in the laundry hamper, reminding yourself to do laundry when you could. You moved sluggishly towards the shower, pulling the curtain back and turning the water on, getting it ready for both you and Thomas who you could hear bounding up the stairs as the water warmed.

Strong arms covered in blood wrapped around your middle and chapped lips pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “No more overtime and I’m taking next week off,” you told Thomas who hummed in response, pulling back to loose his clothing before following you into the warm shower. “I missed you so much,” you said softly, your heart aching at your words as the male stared down at you with a knowing feeling.

“I didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead to which you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips, letting the water run over his red-stained skin. “But shit did I miss you too,” he growled against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hands felt up your body. One of your hands traveled down towards his cock, palming it gently and feeling it twitch to life before you began pumping the shaft gently.

Thomas’ lips worked hungrily against yours as he pressed you against the shower wall, cupping your cunt with one hand before slipping past your lower lips and delving into your aching pussy. A soft cry left your mouth and Thomas felt himself snap at the feeling of your walls sucking on his fingers so tightly. Just the thought of what your pussy would do to his cock made him cum and he pulled away from you, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry it just been so long and-”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You say softly, bringing his lips back to yours. “It’s not like you can’t get it back up, right?” You smirk against his mouth and let out a shriek when he pulls you out of the shower and takes you to the bed, moving to lay between your legs and bringing his mouth to your sopping cunt.

Bo Sinclair:

The man was practically tweaking when you walked into the house, Bo immediatley springing up from his spot on the couch and making his way towards you. “I’m sorry I’ve been too stubborn to apologize for our fight last week but please, please, please forgive me.” Bo was frantic, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tent in his shorts that made you bite back a smirk.

“I can’t get off without you, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat because you know I can’t cook-”

“Bo, please stop talking.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before pulling him upstairs to your bedroom, him still babbling about useless things the whole way. As soon as you get into the comfort of the room, you shut the door behind you and turn to face him.

“I mean I can’t even get close to finishing, it’s like my dick’s broke-” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, you felt him relax against your touch, his hands pulling your body against his. “Please,” he groaned and you obliged, moving him over to the chair by the window and letting him sit down before climbing on his lap and unzipping his pants, spitting in your hand before pumping his shaft slowly.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips bucking at your touch while his head was buried between your breasts. “That feels so good, baby, just like that,” he let out a string of curse words while you continued your actions, running your thumb across the tip a few times while feeling a familiar wetness grow between your legs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Bo panted, his hips moving along with your hand as he came in thick white spurts to which you wiped on his shirt.

“That was quick,” you teased, watching him glare at you before he moved, having you seated on the chair with your legs hooked on his bare shoulders when he removed his stained shirt. “You don’t have to, Bo.” You said, watching him shake his head and pull your pants down along with your underwear.

“I told you didn’t I? I’m a starving man and I know good eatin’ when I see it,” he winks up at you before slowly making his way to your glistening cunt. With the way he works your body like a finely tuned instrument, it doesn’t take you long to finish either and by then, he’s hard and ready to go again.

Michael Myers:

The air was knocked from your lungs the moment you walked through the front door as Michael shoved you against the wall, lips pressed against yours feverishly as his teeth practically clicked against your own. “What the hell, Michael?” You struggled to push the larger man off, moving slightly to the side and wiping your mouth from the wetness of the kiss.

“I haven’t touched you in over two weeks, do you know what that’s doing to me?” He growled, pressing himself against you, your back one again meeting the wall. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of finally getting off after two straight weeks of overworking yourself and barely getting to see your ‘very busy’ serial killer lover.

You let out a gasp when his teeth pulled at the skin on your neck, leaving various bite marks and bruises on your already sore body. “Calm down, you’re gonna kill me,” you whimper, feeling one of his hands dip between your bodies to rub your clothed pussy, the feeling still making you weak in the knees. “Bedroom, now.” You ordered, moving out from under him and not bothering to look back, knowing he was following you up the stairs.

It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were topless, your bra still uncomfortably holding your breasts into place while you were shoved on the bed, Michael crawling on top of you faster than you could blink. Once again, his lips found yours and one of his hands found purchase on your neck, lightly thumbing over the dark marks he left there earlier while his tongue delved into your awaiting mouth. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he slowly ground it along your pant-clad cunt, your panties becoming remarkably uncomfortable with how wet they were.

A soft moan of his name left your lips when he slipped his hand from your neck into your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down enough for him to feel how wet you were. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, his chest heaving as his hands stilled and his lips moved off yours. You stared up at him in confusion as he quickly stood up, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, cursing at the copious amounts of cum that coated his now softening cock.

“That’s new,” you tease, watching his ears turn red before he curses again. “Don’t be embarrassed, we haven't’ done anything in a while so it’s natural.” You assure him, watching him roll his eyes before moving to lay on the bed.

“I don’t need this from you, just come here.” He grunts, getting comfortable and curling a finger at you.

“I don’t get it, I’m not gonna ride you when you’re soft, it’ll-”

“Not my dick, Princess,” he said with a smirk, moving his hair from his face and running a hand along his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. “Come take a seat, I wanna taste you.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

Jason Voorhees:

It felt like their were a million things on your mind, but that he wasn’t one of them. Lately with work and your family, you’ve not been able to go out and see Jason all too much and it was starting to worry him. Did you grow tired of him? Did you find someone better?

He missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your body, your lips, your cunt; you name it and he was yearning for it. He hadn’t gotten off without you there since before he met you and he wasn’t about to do it again; it didn’t feel right to. So imagine your shock when you come through the cabin door, announcing your arrival and nearly getting tackled to the floor by your giant lover.

“Jason, I missed you too but I can’t breathe,” you laughed, feeling him loosen his grip on you before cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue swiping across your lip. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you drop what you have, shutting the door with your foot and ridding yourself of your coat, not caring where it falls.

Jason can feel the bulge in his pants start to grow and he’s sure you can to by the way you run your hand over it. A shiver runs through his body before he yanks you over to the couch, wanting to be inside you as quickly as possible. “I missed you so much,” you whimpered against his lips when he lays you down gently, his frame moving between your legs and settling against your lower half. With a soft kiss to your palm before placing it on his heart, Jason told you that he loved you without having to speak before bending down again and reconnecting your soft lips with his.

The cabin was quiet except for the soft pants and moans that came from the two of you as Jason practically humped your leg, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh on your chest while his lips worked wonders on your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and just as you were about to start peeling clothes off, Jason shot up and practically fell off the couch. “What? What happened? Is someone here, do I need to hide?” You asked with swollen lips, watching him hold one of the couch pillows against his front.

“Jason what’s going on? Are you okay? Were we going too fast?” Your eyes never left his face but he stared at the floor as the gross, wet, warmth of his cum pooled inside his boxers, his pants showing a wet patch on the front to which he hesitantly showed you. he was ready to be teased but when you told him to come back to the couch, he did.

“Look at me,” you said, gently cupping his face which was blushing a pretty shade of pink. “It’s alright. We haven’t been together in a while and you didn’t touch yourself while I was gone did you?” When he shook his head you smiled at him softly. “It’s natural to get worked up like that, it doesn’t mean we still can’t have any fun.” You whispered to him, watching his eyes narrow at you slightly before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bedroom; challenge accepted.

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