Note: Imgflip hasn't been working for me. Good thing MBV's not too obscure.
Imagine the Miner feeling bad about how you got freaked out by a fresh corpse, so he decides to apologize by helping you wash off the blood.
Why do you seem so reluctant to be escorted to the showers? There’s no one else (living) here. And he’s not taking his miner gear off. Harry doesn’t want you to think he an ulterior motive. Why were you here, anyway?
Revenge was his main objective that night, but he’d been admiring you from afar a little. No valentine for ______ this year. At least, not until later. When the Miner had exacted his revenge, your affection was next. Everything about you was dulcet. Of course you’d make the perfect sweetheart. You were the sweetest thing in Valentine Bluffs.
So it shouldn’t surprise him if someone else had sunk their teeth into you. If they had, you’d been discreet about it. Good girl. If there was even anyone else in the picture.
Harry gazed upon your glum face. His pickaxe was lying maybe ten meters away. His hands (gloved) were upon your cheeks, not your neck. How he longed to caress them and kiss it! You clearly weren’t a target. That was the problem. Not one shot at your heart.
Well, the Miner thought as he removed a glove, revenge could wait.
The reverse V-sign caught you off guard.
“Victory?”
No. He moved his hand, the mask’s tube between his middle and index fingers.
“You want to…?”
Your secret admirer used his other hand to indicate it wasn’t just his tongue that wanted to make your acquaintance that evening.
“You want to take a shower first?”
At least he was kind enough to take you away from the hooked bodies. The Miner shook his head.
“You want me to take a shower first?”
Honestly, you looked pretty bathed in blood, but Harry really wanted to see you wet. And he would see you wet, if only you’d let him. Judging by the way your thighs rubbed together, you were getting there.
He tilted his head. Then shrugged before getting on his knees.
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𖤐 28 days until Halloween 𖤐
My Bloody Valentine (1981) dir. George Mihalka
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Imagine Harry Warden taking advantage of your mask kink to bang you in the mine.
Maybe it would be more appropriate to call it a uniform kink. Harry’d caught you touching yourself to his mine safety manual of all things.
He had lent it to you, knowing he could just knock on your door, or tap on your bedroom window if he wanted it back. So Harry did the latter. Mostly because he’d never been inside that part of your home.
Catching a glimpse of paradise hadn’t been on his schedule for today. But Valentine’s Day was coming up and he might as well have a fresh image of the backdrop of his latest fantasy. (If you didn’t feel like accompanying him home after the dance.) So he’d gotten a good, full-frontal look at you as well. And instead of being upset, you admitted you found the whole miner look hot. Gesturing to the manual you’d held with your free hand.
So now you were deep, from your perspective, in the Valentine Bluffs mine. Really, you were barely halfway down the mine shaft, a good ways away from the excavation area. And the miner pointed that out.
“What’s that about your shaft?”
“Mineshaft.” You fondled his breathing tube. “Dirty girl.”
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