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persevereforahappyending · 4 days ago

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No Man's Land |9|

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Sam can’t help but be drawn to the cute stranger from her gym, even if everything about them makes them the perfect suspect, just when Ghostface has returned.

Warnings: Fighting, Guns, Violence, Attempted Murder, Shooting

Word Count: 3.5k+

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You and Sam walked back to Blackmore in a comfortable silence. You preferred the quiet and appreciated that she didn’t ask you questions or push you on anything. Sam had no reason to trust you, but she was taking a chance, and you were going to make sure to prove you were worthy of her trust. When you got to Blackmore you and Sam sat on one of the benches outside the building that held Tara’s class until she came out half an hour later. As soon as you had her, the three of you went back to the apartment.

When you got back to the apartment Tara flung her backpack into the corner and plopped herself down on the couch, kicking her feet up as she reached for the remote on the coffee table. She flicked on the TV and instantly began scrolling through one of the streaming apps.

You mindlessly watched at Tara continued to scroll until you felt her eyes on you. You glanced at her and waited to see what she would say. Mindy was the most suspicious of you, which was fair, though she seemed to be more of a conspiracy theorist than anything, Chad seemed almost too trusting of you, it was slightly concerning, and Tara seemed to be hesitant of you, like Sam was with everyone, though she wasn’t as paranoid Sam. The one thing different about Tara though was half her suspicion seemed to come from just being protective of her sister.

“Do you like movies?” Tara asked, squinting her eyes as she waited for your response.

You shrugged. “I’ve seen a few,” you said.

That seemed to make Tara only narrow her eyes even more. “What’s your favorite movie?” You opened your mouth to give her what would probably be an unsatisfactory answer once again. “Wait! Let me guess,” she turned so half her body was facing you. “Saving Private Ryan!” You opened your mouth, but she didn’t stop there. “No! Hacksaw Ridge!” You closed your mouth and waited; you knew she wasn’t done yet. “You have a dog you love,” she mumbled more to herself than you. “War Horse!” She clapped her hands, quite proud of herself for that one. “Wait!” She shot her hand out, grabbing you on your arm as if you were about to get up and leave. “The Patriot.”

You waited a second to see if she had any more, but she just looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You chuckled to yourself with a shake of your head. “All military related because I’m in the military?” You asked.

She shrugged. You playfully rolled your eyes. “Those are all great movies,” you started. You caught Sam out of the side of your eye, she was in the kitchen making a sandwich, but she tilted her head just slightly, indicating she was listening. “The superhero stuff is also good. I-”

“I bet you’re a Captain America person,” Tara cut you off. You rolled your eyes. “You give off the same vibes.”

You gave her a thankful nod. You had never been compared to Captain America before and you were truly honored, though you were inclined to disagree with her. “Cap is great,” you said. “And Steve Rogers is definitely much cooler than me.” Tara shrugged, seeming to agree with you on that. “But I’ve always been more of a Batman person.”

Tara looked at you and nodded her head. “That tracks.” You tilted your head in question, but she didn’t elaborate any further.

“But my default movie, the one I’m always cool to watch, The Mummy.”

“Where Brendan Frazier plays a soldier,” Tara nodded, clearly not surprised by the answer.

“Only in the beginning do the movie,” you defended. Seriously the movie started with him figuring in the desert but that was it when it came to military related things. Unless Tara was also counting the pilot they found to fly them back out there.

“So, you just really love mummies?” Tara raised an eyebrow.

“The Mummy is fantastic, it’s got everything, action, comedy, a supernatural element, and romance. There should be no explanation required.” You had never had to defend liking The Mummy before, you thought Sam’s sister was going to school for film, you figured she’d know this better than anyone. “Oh, and Rachel Weisz,” you added.

“All good points,” Sam said, coming back into the room. She handed you a bottle of water before taking her seat in the chair next to the couch. You gave her a thankful smile; you hadn’t even asked for a drink for her to just bring one to you.

“You too?” Tara shouted, whipping her head around so fast you were surprised she didn’t get whiplash.

Sam shrugged as she curled her feet up on the chair, tucking them under her before reaching for her sandwich on the coffee table. “Who doesn’t love Brendan Frazier and Rachel Weisz,” she said as if they explained everything.

Sam went on to eat her sandwich while Tara was looking at her sister in a whole new light, as if she was seeing her sister for the first time. You were still new and getting to know the sisters, but you were curious why Sam liking The Mummy would be so surprising. Tara just stared at her sister for several minutes before finally going back to scrolling for a movie, finally deciding to settle on The Mummy.

Not long after the movie ended did Chad walk in with a stack of three pizza’s, quickly followed by the others. “Dinner is served!” Chad said, holding up the pizza’s as he took them to the dining table.

“Thanks for picking them up,” Sam said as she got up to grab some paper plates.

Chad waved her off and flipped open all three boxes. Each pizza was different, there was a plain cheese, a pepperoni, and then a meat lovers. You and Tara got up to join the others around the table, everyone grabbed their slices and then went off to separate corners of the room. Quinn took the seat across the room, closest to the door, Mindy and Anika cuddled up next to each other on the floor, Ethan plopped himself down in the seat furthest from the door, and Tara dropped herself down in what was Sam’s seat because Chad stole her spot on the couch next to you.

Once Chad finished up his pizza, he wiped his hands off on a napkin and tossed it onto his dirty plate. He was still chewing the last bit of his food as he switched the channel on the TV and grabbed a PS4 controller. You wiped your own hands and put your trash on top of his, creating an organized little pile. You leaned back and watched the screen as Chad flipped through games.

“What are you playing?” you asked.

“Crash,” he said mindlessly.

“Racing or the original?”

Chad’s mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish. He looked at you then back at the TV, only to do a double take and look back at you. It was like he couldn’t believe you were asking him about video games.

“R-Racing,” he said. “Want to join?” he reached over and grabbed the other controller and held it out to you.

You shrugged and took the controller from him. “Sure,” you said.

The two of you selected our characters and started the first race. You let Chad pick the track, you knew he’d need the edge anyway. The two of you raced around, doing your laps, you felt everyone’s eyes on you and the TV but you paid them no mind as you drove your way into first place. You were on the last lap when you dropped a TNT crate, only to hear Chad hit it a few seconds later. You quickly crossed the finish line, coming in first, then you leaned back and watched as Chad tried to fight his way back up the line, striving to just not come in last.

You repeated that with the same outcome another three races. Chad was hunched over, pressing the buttons hard as if that would make the cart go faster. You kept your eyes on the screen, never wavering as you completed lap after lap, coming in first every single time.

“You’re good at this,” Chad said. “How are you so good?”

“I play all the time when I’m home,” you said with a shrug.

“That’s why the only thing in your house is a game system,” Sam said.

You looked over at her and smiled. “Got my PS5 and my dog, what more could one possibly want?” Sam tilted her head, seeming to actually think about the question then nodded with a small shrug.

“One more,” Chad said, already flipping through the tracks again.

You rolled your eyes and got ready again as Chad finally selected the track. You were fully prepared to beat Chad on every track, using any character.

You got distracted when you noticed Sam staring down at her phone. You paused the game, ignoring Chad’s protests as you waited to see what was going on with Sam. “Everything okay?” you asked.

Sam looked up, meeting your eyes. “I don’t know,” she said. “Your dad is calling me,” she looked at Quinn.

Quinn furrowed her brow and leaned forward in the chair. “He’s probably just following up,” Quinn said with a shrug. “Or wanting to update you.”

Sam nodded but she didn’t seem too certain in Quinn’s guess. Whatever doubt she was having didn’t stop her from raising the phone to her ear. “Detective Bailey?” Sam spoke into the phone.

You couldn’t hear the other end of the line, but Sam’s furrowed brow deepened. “Yes, I know him,” she said. You look around the room, seeing Chad, Mindy, and Tara all looked just as confused. “Of course, I’m on my way.”

As soon as Sam hung up the phone she was moving and so were you and Tara. Sam didn’t even so much as look at any of you as she grabbed her keys. “Sam,” Tara said. “Sam, what’s going on?”

“Stay here,” is all Sam said.

“What happened?” you asked as you made your way over to the sisters.

Sam finally paused her movements and looked up at you, then at her sister. “That was detective Bailey.” You and Tara both nodded. “He said Doctor Stone is dead.”

“Who?” you asked. You glanced at Tara to see her furrow, her brow before her eyes widened.

“He’s my old therapist,” Sam dropped her eyes to the floor.

You furrowed her brow; you weren’t sure why Sam seemed ashamed of that. You went to a therapist; she didn’t know it was because you were ordered to, but she knew you saw one. She went with you to your appointment earlier, you couldn’t see why she would think you would judge her for seeing a therapist herself. You didn’t want to pressure her though; she didn’t owe you any answers.

“I need to go down to the station,” Sam said.

“Great, let’s go,” Tara said, gesturing for Sam to walk towards the door.

“No, no,” Sam spun around, holding her hand up to Tara. “You’re staying here.”

“No, we’re not splitting up,” Tara shook her head. “School was one thing, but this?” she pointed around her. “No. I’m going with you.”

Sam let out a tired sigh and ran a hand through her hair. “Fine.”

“Obviously I’m coming as well,” you said. Sam opened her mouth, probably to argue with you as well. “This is why you asked me here,” you whispered, looking her in the eye. You weren’t sure what it was but the idea of Sam and her sister going out there alone, at night, after Ghostface killed someone connected to Sam, it didn’t sit right with you.

“Okay,” Sam conceded, nodding. “The rest of you stay here,” she said loudly, looking at each and every one of them. Once they all nodded in agreement Sam finally made her way to the door.

You followed behind Sam and Tara, keeping close as they quickly ran down the steps and out the door without a second thought. You checked your surroundings as soon as you got outside, making sure to keep your head on the swivel.

“Why would Ghostface go after your old therapist?” Tara questioned. “I though you hadn’t seen that dude in months.”

“I haven’t,” Sam said. “It was only a couple sessions before I left him.”

“So, is he important?” you asked, inserting yourself into the conversation.

“No,” Sam shook her head. “As soon as he learned who I was…” she crossed her arms over her chest. “He wasn’t the right fit, we never even got into the details.”

You nodded, you could understand why she might not want to share that information. You didn’t care about why she was seeing a therapist or why she left this Doctor Stone, it was none of your business. “Then whoever this is might not know you switched therapists.” You looked around, carefully watching the other people on the street as you passed them. “They might have gone after him, thinking he was your current one still.”

Sam furrowed her brow and then nodded. “The only one I mentioned my new therapist to was Tara,” she looked at her sister.

“And I haven’t told anyone,” Tara said.

You nodded. “Good, don’t tell anyone. Your therapist is safer if no one knows who they are.”

Sam and Tara both agreed and continued their walk down the street. It was only a few minutes later when Sam pulled out her phone, you saw over her shoulder that she was getting a call from some guy named Richie Kirsch.

“Why do you still have his number?” Tara asked, clearly recognizing whoever this was.

Sam looked at her sister guiltily. “I couldn’t bring myself to delete his number,” she admitted quietly. You furrowed your brow; you could only begin to guess who this guy was.

“What do you want asshole?” Sam asked as she answered the phone, her attitude quickly becoming aggressive.

You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, and you were just watching Sam’s reaction until you caught a shadow moving out of the corner of your eye. You just reacted, your arm shooting out to catch the arm of Ghostface as he tried to bring a knife down on Tara. You knocked Tara back toward Sam with our free arm, and twisted Ghostface’s hand, then punched him in the face.

“Run!” you called out to the girls, hoping they listened to you. As Ghostface stumbled back, trying to shake off the hit you brought your knee up, nailing him in the gut, and sending him falling back into the bushes.

You didn’t hesitate to turn around and take off after the girls, quickly catching up to them. You felt something when you kneed Ghostface, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it as Sam flung open the door to a bodega. You were only a couple steps behind them, swinging the door open to see them begging the cashier to help them.

You looked back and caught a flash of a cloak through the window. You pushed Sam and Tara back, spreading out your arms so that they wouldn’t be easy to hit as Ghostface charged into the bodega. One of the customers stepped forward and was yelling at Ghostface when Ghostface just started stabbing him in the chest and then a few of the other customers.

“The backdoor!” the cashier called out, nodding his head to the side as he reached under the counter and pulled out a shotgun. You glanced back to see a door on the other side of the room. You pushed Tara and Sam towards it so they could get out first as you kept your eyes on Ghostface.

The cashier tried to shoot Ghostface but couldn’t raise the gun before Ghostface reached out and ripped it out of his hands. Ghostface flipped the gun around and blasted the cashier in the chest. Your eyes widened and you turned and grabbed Sam and Tara. Ghostface had just raised the gun and fired at the back door when you pushed Sam and Tara down to the ground behind some of the shelves.

You raised a finger to your lips and then gestured forward, indicating for them the to slowly move. You kept your back pressed against the shelf as Tara and Sam slowly crawled around to the next aisle. When they got over there Sam looked back at you and you gestured for her to continue forward. If they kept going and kept quiet, then they could make it back to the front door and while you distracted Ghostface they could slip right out. Sam seemed hesitant to continue on, but she did anyway.

You stayed low and kept your eyes looking up, waiting for the perfect opportunity. You listened as Ghostface’s boots slowly crunched across the broken glass and bags of chips that were now scattered across the ground. You caught a glimpse of the barrel of the gun when the sound of someone hitting a bottle echoed throughout the room.

You held your breath and froze in place. The barrel of the gun disappeared and then a shot echoed through, hitting the shelf across the room and sending snacks flying. You only had to hear the crunch of Ghostface’s boot to make your move, shooting up from your spot and launching yourself at Ghostface.

You grabbed onto the gun and kept it pointed up as Ghostface tried to turn it on you. The two of you went back and forth, each of you fighting for control of the gun. In your struggle the gun got pointed up and went off, blowing a hole through the ceiling and sending chunks raining down on you.

“Go!” you called over your shoulder. If the sisters didn’t move now, you weren’t sure you could get them another chance.

You heard the sound of footsteps running across the floor and caught a flash of Sam’s jacket out of the corner of your eye. You jerked the gun up, finally ripping it out of Ghostface’s hands. You flipped the gun around and fired, only for nothing to happen, it was out of ammo. You flipped it back around and used the butt of the gun to smack the Ghostface’s chest with all your strength.

Ghostface went stumbling back until he hit the back door. As soon as Ghostface pushed off the door you thew the shot gun at him, making him react and catch it, the impact making him hit the door again. You reached behind you and pulled out your gun, not hesitating to raise it and fired three bullets into Ghostface’s chest.

Ghostface slid to the ground, his back against the wall and his body slumped over as the shotgun rested at his side. You stepped forward, raising the gun to Ghostface’s head when you finally heard the sirens. You dropped the gun back to your side and quickly tucked it back in its holster at your back before making your way out of the bodega.

Almost as soon as you stepped foot outside you were hit with a small impact. You let out a groan and looked down to see Tara with her arms wrapped around her waist. “Thank you,” she mumbled into your shirt. Police officers rushed past the two of you, none of them paying you any attention as they made their way into the bodega, their guns drawn.

“Are you okay?” you asked, looking down at Tara. You weren’t big on hugs but if it made Tara feel better then you were willing to accept it.

“What happened?” Sam asked, rushing up beside you. “Did you get him? Are you hurt?” she looked you up and down, searching for new injuries.

“I’m fine,” you assured her. “I shot him, but I didn’t get him,” you looked back at the front door, just waiting for him to come out.

“What do you mean?” Sam furrowed her brow. Tara finally released you and looked up as she waited to hear your answer as well.

“He was wearing bullet proof vest.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Flet it as soon as I kneed him on the street.” It took a while with all the adrenaline for you to finally connect the dots as to what you felt. You had more to say btu you didn’t think this was the time or place with all the prying eyes. You knew it was a good idea to keep the information to yourself when the cops came back out and said Ghostface was gone.

You, Tara, and Sam rushed back into the bodega to see the back door open, the lock that was on the door now lay scattered on the ground. Ghostface recovered fast, he could certainly take a hit, but you weren’t surprised he escaped. Just one fight with this Ghostface and you had enough information to narrow down your suspects. You weren’t sure when you’d have the time or privacy to go over everything with Sam though.

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belovedwhore · 1 year ago

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pretty boy pt6

ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, no plot, oral (f!receiving) (m!receiving), handjob, blowjob, intercourse (p in v), unprotected sex, dirty talk, lowkey sub ethan

hello guys, i have been gone for so long. it took me a while to write this bc i did it in parts and it’s my first time writing smut for sex so i wanted it to be good and not cringy asf so i hope you guys enjoy this last part. sorry for the long wait!!!

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6

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you two had the whole apartment to yourselves. chad and mindy were away visiting family for the weekend allowing you and ethan to spend as much time together doing whatever you wanted.

your lips molded together as you kissed slowly, prolonging the feeling of pleasure. you guys walked to his room pushing the door closed behind you. your back rested against the door as ethan kisssd you passionately. you kissed him back with more force, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth. he groaned from the pain followed by pleasure as you peppered his lip with soft kisses.

you pulled away from the kiss, placing your palm in front of him, “spit.” he looked at you then at your palm, almost not sure what to do.

“cmon pretty boy,” you whispered in his ear, “wanna make you feel good.”

as if your words were magic he obliged without question, releasing his saliva into your hand. you kissed him again while moving your hand into his boxers. his body stiffened as you moved your hand up and down his hardening length, gliding across his skin courtesy of the saliva. his breathing picked up as you tightened your grip around his cock, moving your hand faster. he bucked his hips into your hand, chasing his release. bracing one of his hands on the door behind you he groaned, “i’m gonna cum,” as his body began to still. but his approaching climax came to a halt as you suddenly removed your hand from his boxers. he was panting from the rush, his face flush pink and painted with confusion from your sudden change of heart.

“gotta save that for later,” you gushed, bringing his face to yours and kissing him once again, this time more sensual almost as to apologize for being a slight tease.

quickly ethan melted into the kiss, moving his hands to grip your sides, forgetting about the blue balls you’d given him seconds before. as the kiss picked up again, you backed him until his legs hit the bed and straddled his waist as he laid flat on his back. his hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, your ass, anything that he could grab. you slowly grinded on his dick, as a slight apology and looking for some friction to tend to the building nerves in your core. he moaned as you raked your fingers through his hair and under his shirt, exploring the ridges on his stomach.

“been wanting to get you alone from the first time we hooked up,” you breathed as he kissed your neck. he learned of your sweet spot under your ear, peppering it with kisses. you sat up and tore his shirt off of him over his head, tossing it on the floor somewhere.

“mhmm,” he nodded against your neck, not wanting to stop tending to the areas. his lips were plump and soft, leaving wet marks along your skin. as he kissed you, he rolled you guys over so he was on top, holding himself above you.

“wow someone’s getting brave,” you teased as you kissed him harder, pushing your tongue deep into his mouth taking control. he blushed at your comment while groaning at the roughness of your kiss. you tangled your hands in hair, tugging at the roots when he grinded his dick against your core. you moaned louder with each stroke, breathing heavier into the kiss. almost like a signal ethan started to kiss down your body, stopping at the base of your neck so he could pull your top off. his breath hitched at the sight of your bare chest as you’d decided not to wear a bra. he started kissing down your chest again. stopping at your tits, he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, circling it with his tongue and sucking on it while massaging the other between his fingertips. you moaned as he played with your nipples, switching back and forth giving them both equal attention.

he pulled off your tit with a pop, now twisting and playing with your nipples while looking at you, “good?” he asked.

your tits were slippery from ethan’s saliva so as his fingers glided along your chest you felt everything, the movements sending shocks to your core. “oh fuck,” you moaned breathlessly as he looked up at you.

he drew focus away from your tits and kissed you again, sinking his tongue into your mouth, eager to feel you. he groaned as he grinded harder against your clothed cunt, noticing some of your arousal leaking through. you pulled away from the kiss slightly, “pretty boy gets on top once and all of a sudden you wanna stick your tongue down my thr-“

your breath hitched in your throat as you were interrupted by ethan swiping his fingers through your cunt. your clit was swollen from the building pleasure and as his fingers swiped it you melted to his touch. you whimpered as he circled your clit, running his fingers through your arousal.

“y-you’re so wet,” he mewled into your ear with heavy breathing. with that he sunk his middle and ring finger deep into your cunt. you gasped at the sudden filling of your cunt, the sound of your arousal only further pushed you closed to the edge. he started to move his fingers in and out, curling them to the roof of your cunt. you couldn’t help but whimper under him as he tirelessly rammed his fingers into you. the sound was obscene, enough to make ethan groan in your ear as he sped up. you could feel him grinding against your leg, chasing his own relief as his hardening cock was constrained in his boxers. ethan slowed his pace suddenly you felt the pressure inside of you build as he inserted another finger slowly into your cunt.

you gasped loudly at the foreign feeling, your pussy all stretched out, clenching his fingers. “jesus fuck ethan,” you breathed out, “oh my god you’re getting real bold.”

“shit i’m- can you not take it,” he questioned, fingers still inside you stretching you out.

“oh, i can take it,” you kissed him, “i’ll take anything for you, pretty boy.”

he built up to his prior pace, rapidly pressing directly on your bundle of nerves and it wasn’t long until you came hard, making a mess. you clenched around his fingers hard, squirming beneath him as your orgasm ripped through you.

“ethan,” you called as if he wasn’t right above you.

“yea,” he answered.

“i want you to fuck me.”

he blinked a couple times, may even have looked over his shoulder to make sure you were talking to him, “you want me to f-fuck you, i’ve never had sex before you know i’m a virgin.” he semi whispered the word as if there was anyone else in the room.

“well i think,” you started, running your fingers up his body, “i can decide who fucks me and who doesn’t and i pick the cute, curly headed pretty boy who has proven to be very good at making me cum.” he still looked at you with uncertainty, like he was spaced out.

“unless you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” you backtracked.

“no no, i want to. it’s not you i-,” he paused turning himself to lay flat on his back beside you, looking at the ceiling, “i’ve never done this before and i- well i wanna be good for you.”

“ethan,” you spoke turning on ur side to look at him, “you’ll be fine, anything you give me is fine whether it’s fucking me with your fingers or your tongue or your dick, okay?” you slightly laughed pressing a quick kiss to his temple, then his cheeks, and finally his lips.

“mhm, okay,” he nodded easing into your touch.

“you know how good you make me feel?” you questioned moving to kneel beside him. you freed his hard cock from his boxers, now massaging it in your hand. his breath hitched as you tugged on his length.

“this is what it feels like when you fuck me with your fingers.” you spit on his dick, lubricating your hand so it glides along his length. this earned more groans from ethan as he began to breath heavily as you increased the speed at which you were pumping his cock.

“and this is what it feels like when you fuck me with your tongue,” you said, lowering your mouth onto his swollen tip, swirling your tongue around it. you sunk deeper in his lap, your nose nearly tickling his pelvis as you deep throated his dick. he was barely holding it together at this point, hips jerking into your mouth chasing a release but you pulled off him before he could get what he wanted.

while slowly pumping his cock you threw one of your legs over him, now straddling him hovering his waist, “and this,” you slowed as you lowered yourself onto his hardened length, “t-this is what it feels like wh-when oh fuck.”

you could feel ethan trembling below you, he moaned loudly as you bottomed out on his cock. “oh my, fuck,” he groaned. you felt him twitching inside of you, stretching your walls. you leaned over quickly, kissing him sensually, tugging at his bottom lip. “just t-tell me when to move, okay.” you were dying to move but wanted him to be in control.

“y-you can move now, please,” he moaned his hips shifting while his dick was six inches deep in you.

you rolled your hips up, kissing ethan through it, then dropped them back onto his cock. his eyes screwed shut from the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

“you’re so tight,” he whimpered, his body pulsing beneath you as you continued your rhythm of bouncing your hips on his lap. he stared between your bodies, watching as his dick disappeared into you. the sight only almost made him cum inside you. you kissed his again. it was sloppy and messy as you both were unraveling as you rammed ethan’s cock mercilessly into your cunt.

“i’m close, fuck,” he groaned, “i’m gonna cum.”

you answered breathlessly, “w-wait, hold it i-i’m almost there.”

“don’t know, i- i can’t,” he whimpered, overcome by his building orgasm.

“p-please pretty boy,” you moaned, “for me.”

you sloppily kissed his chest, up to his neck, sucking on his soft spots, leaving marks that show tomorrow but you didn’t care.

“you’re not making it easy you know,” he croaked out as you teased him with your kisses.

“i’m almost the-“ you stopped as you felt his thumb on your clit. he’d slid his hand between the two of you and began to toy with your clit, rubbing circles on it, and teasing the swollen bud.

“ethan, fuck i’m gonna cum,” you moaned, arching your back and slamming your hips down with more force than ever.

“please,” ethan begged, tears brimming at his eyes, “can’t hold it.”

the sight of him like this, at your mercy was enough to push you over the edge. you came hard on his cock, squirming as he kept playing with your swollen clit. you nearly collapsed on top of him, clutching his head to your chest. your arousal dripped between the two of you and as if right on que, ethan came hard inside of you. he shuddered under you, eyes screwed tight, pinning your hips onto his. he whimpered into your chest, muffling his moans. he’d never felt something like this before.

“fuck,” he breathed out, “y-you’re incredible.”

you laughed and kissed him softly, whispering in his ear, “only for you pretty boy.”

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joys-of-everyday · 5 months ago

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Luo Binghe: Envy, hopelessness, and breaking out of spirals

I have recently gotten into incels. No, not in that way. Perhaps with PIDW being “toxic male power fantasy”, this was an inevitable pipeline.

You know, through many hours of video essays and interviews, I have come to the conclusion that taking a good long hard look at incels is a valuable life lesson. While incels are most known for their extreme misogynistic ideology (which tbf, is hard to look past), they really are a good demonstration of the abject misery of loneliness. Scrub away all the obsession with omegaverse and cuckoldry, and the fundamental behaviour of incels is actually… very human. And the fact that it manifests in ways that are cringe and insane really only adds to the tragedy. Forget darkness and monsters – there is an incel in all of us. And like all good things in life, I want to link this back to SVSSS and discuss the most chad of them all… Luo Binghe (Bingmei ofc. Bingge is a beta cuck).

Note: Much of this is based on ContraPoints’ Envy (which is almost nothing to do with incels sorry) and HealthyGamerGG’s interview with an incel (which is also not really about incels, disappointingly).

Envy and Jealousy

Did you know that envy and jealousy are two different things? Envy is wanting what other people have, while jealousy is protectiveness of something you have, or feel entitled to. You might be envious of someone for having effortless skin a la Liu Qingge, or feel jealous of a fellow disciple who is unfairly stealing your milf shizun’s affections. In common usage, envy and jealousy are basically interchangeable, but now you can feel smug knowing the proper definitions.

We all know that Luo Binghe is a jealous man-child… but for intellectual curiosity, we should ask: is Luo Binghe envious, or jealous?

As in, I’ve kind of spoiled my take by putting it in the header, but I should justify (unlike in exams where I simply assert what I want to be true and hope the examiner doesn’t notice). Yes, Luo Binghe is fighting for the affection of his one-true-milf, but note that during the periods where his envy/jealousy is strongest, he doesn’t think he has Shen Qingqiu’s affection, nor does he think he deserves it. In fact, he thinks he is unlovable monster who couldn’t possibly dream of having his daddy’s attention. *sad sigh*

To him, Shen Qingqiu is the embodiment of tender and loving affection, of grace, of wisdom, of morality and all things good etc etc. For the purposes of Luo Binghe’s negative feelings, the man himself might as well be an abstract idea. He sees what other people have – Liu Qingge receiving companionship and trust, the other Qing Jing disciples getting attention, the random stair sweeper getting sweet smiles… and feels anger at the fact that they have what he does not. I think it’s envy people.

Now caveat, I do think Luo Binghe is definitely also feeling jealousy, particularly after Shen Qingqiu defends him in the Mausoleum. But he grapples with an internal conflict, where despite the fact Shen Qingqiu continuously demonstrates his care for him, he’s also sending what Luo Binghe deems as “mixed messages”, so really, how is Bingbing meant to decide if daddy loves him or hates him? Feelings do be complicated.

Now envy leads to shadenfreude – the pleasure of seeing another’s downfall. The sentiment of “if I can’t have it, then nobody can”, which is a destructive, malevolent force that wants no good for anyone. At Maigu Ridge, Luo Binghe is the embodiment of this. What he wants is Shen Qingqiu’s affection, and um… probably killing all of his friends isn’t going to help him on this endeavour. But he is so far down the envy line that it blinds him. “If I can’t have Shizun’s love, then nobody can.”

2. Protective hopelessness and the destructive cycle

When you decide, for whatever reason, to believe something, several cognitive biases come into play. For example, confirmation bias – where you are more likely to find and interpret evidence which supports your opinion. Belief perseverance – where you continue to believe something, despite evidence contradicting it. Another unhelpful actor is the fact you change the way you behave, which creates situations that affirm your beliefs. Those with a neurodivergence like BPD, or a mental health disorder such as depression may struggle with these much more intensely.

Take the classic incel problem. You struggle to get a girlfriend, you believe yourself ugly and unlovable, which makes you sad, which means you struggle in social situations, which makes it less likely for you to start a relationship, and so the cycle continues. I’ve talked about these destructive spirals with Shen Jiu.

Luo Binghe, Luo Binghe! Wherefore art thou Luo Binghe?

Luo Binghe runs straight into this problem like the strong independent man he is. He believes that (Shen Qingqiu thinks that) he is an evil demon. So he goes full blood feeding vampire mode, and naturally Shen Qingqiu freaks out. So Luo Binghe’s suspicions that Shen Qingqiu thinks he’s an evil demon are affirmed. Everything that happens is warped to fit this worldview: Shen Qingqiu’s silence in the Water Prison (which could mean anything really, such as thinking emotion is cringe) is interpreted as hostility. Shen Qingqiu telling Luo Binghe to leave for his safety, is interpreted as abandonment. Nothing can contradict this view – not even Shen Qingqiu getting all plant-bodied to keep Luo Binghe safe.

All of this is to say, that once you are in a bad place, it is really hard to get out, because at every stage your mind is sabotaging you. But there’s more to it than this. The honey glazed trap of abject hopelessness is… that it feels kind of good.

You know, Luo Binghe at Maigu Ridge comes across as someone who’s given up in a cathartic “throw it all down the drain way”. And yeah, putting yourself out there to feel rejection time and time again… kind of sucks. I really feel this. It really sucks. Sometimes, it is just so much easier to write yourself off as an unlovable freak and move on with your life. The hopelessness shields you from future rejection – what Dr K from HealthyGamerGG describes as protective hopelessness. But the relief here is temporary. Soon the loneliness and isolation kicks in, and you end up screaming at the walls so your neighbours now think you’re insane. Well done.

So you defend your hopelessness to protect yourself, but your hopelessness reinforces your situation. And to top it off, this cesspool of self-loathing and self-flagellation is a perfect breeding place for envy. In fact, envy plays a huge role in directing the spiral downwards. Afterall, bitter and toxic behaviour isn’t conductive to getting you liked.

Ultimately, I don’t think Luo Binghe actually hates Liu Qingge, or even Ming Fan, or any one person. I think Luo Binghe resents his situation and projects that onto everyone. “I didn’t get to keep happiness for a single moment of my life, so why should anyone be allowed happiness?” And yeah, he kind of ends up almost ending the world, which is not stella behaviour. But you know, under all that aggression is a child pleading for help.

3. Breaking Out

You know, it occurs to me that I seem to be equating Luo Binghe to an incel, which I think is an unfair comparison. I feel like incels fundamentally misunderstand how privilege works, while Luo Binghe… eh… he did get chucked off a cliff. Ngl that would scar anyone.

Anyway, whilst clearly SVSSS is the ultimate reflection of reality, I suspect that the love of your life telling you they would totally die for you if you were their unborn child doesn’t happen often irl. How. Disappointing.

But I think something we can take away from Luo Binghe is that breaking the spiral is essential. When Luo Binghe loses control at Maigu Ridge, what he ends up doing is monstrous. It’s ultimate evidence of all of Luo Binghe’s fears and could easily have pushed him further down the spiral to self-destruction. But Shen Qingqiu pulls him out notably not by promising to stay with him or leave his friends (i.e. not by playing to Luo Binghe’s delusional desires), but by affirming that Luo Binghe already has what he wants. His mother loved him. His adopted mother loved him. Shen Qingqiu loves him. It’s removing the substance from Luo Binghe’s envy, and that’s enough to pull him back from insanity.

In reality, breaking the spiral isn’t one action or one conversation. It’s continuously relearning how to think, a process that can take years. And we see this with Luo Binghe. He doesn’t stop being a jealous freak, but he learns ways to deal with it that are much less destructive. In the conversation at Cang Qiong post Maigu Ridge, we see that he doesn’t immediately stop thinking that Shen Qingqiu wants him gone, but in a better headspace, he is able to accept evidence which contrasts this.

And yeah, most people don’t have a milf/dilf/obsessive freak to help us when we have our world-ending breakdowns, but that’s okay. I don’t have a good solution to this. Maybe get life-sized posters of Shen Qingqiu telling you that he would totally die for your if you were his unborn child or smth.

#svsss #svsss analysis #svsss meta #luo binghe #luo bingmei

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Hii, i really love these polls :) i dont know if youve done this already but if you think the child version of sam and dean look like them? (English isnt my first language so i hope its clear) thanksss

thank you! that’s a good one and you’re all good!!! i’m rephrasing a little to put it all on one poll. pictures below in order of reference on poll. not including baby depictions of sam sorry you literally cannot tell them apart

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𝕂-ℙ𝕆ℙ 𝕋𝔸𝔾 𝔾𝔸𝕄𝔼 (25Q)

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1. If you were in a video game, what would be your role?

A. protagonist

B. antagonist

C. side character

D. quest giver

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2. What would be the genre?

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B. simulation

C. rpg

D. action

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3. What type of character are you playing?

A. the tomboy

B. the chad

C. the geek

D. the girlie girl

E. the goth

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4. What aesthetic does your character carry?

A. academia

B. alternative

C. coquette

D. acubi

E. cowgirl/boy

F. cottagecore

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5. Quick! There's a monster chasing you!

A. running as fast as i can

B. finding a vehicle

C. grabbing a weapon to fight back

D. hiding

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6. Your teammate just gave you away to the monster! What's your next move?

A. reporting them to the other players

B. kill them myself next round

C. let myself be sacrificed

D. give them a taste of their medicine

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7. An NPC just told you to NOT open a suspicious door…

A. open it, duh

B. i’ll avoid it

C. save it for later

D. ask them why

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8. You’ve gotten injured!

A. keep fighting

B. run away

C. ask for help

D. let yourself get killed

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9. What new equip will you be taking?

A. clothes

B. weapons

C. money

D. food and drink

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10. New pet unlocked! Who’s your pet?

A. a ragdoll

B. a wolf

C. a dragon

D. a jackalope

E. a stallion

F. a snake

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11. You’ve been given four tasks to complete in two hours, whats your plan?

A. fuck it, we ball

B. do the easy ones first

C. do the hard ones first

D. whatever's closest to me first

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12. Pick a location to live!

A. Snow's Ridge

B. Rose Valley

C. Scarwood Pines

D. Ruby's Grave

E. Crowsland

F. Garden of Elysium

G. Misting Fae's Frollick

H. Killings Coven

I. Ship of Destiny

J. Pureblood Castle

K. Midas Haven

L. Enchantment Woodlands

M. Tusk's Cove

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13. Your friend woke up screaming from a night terror, what's your course of action? (you’re hidden)

A. try to calm her down

B. roll my eyes, she’s too noisy

C. stare at her

D. try to go back to sleep

E. start screaming with her

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14. You stop at a ‘peace’ and ‘danger’ sign, what are you choosing?

A. obviously the ‘peace’ option

B. hmm.. both?

C. danger, muahahahaha

D. do i have to choose??

E. I'm turning the other way...

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15. A cutscene happens where one of the characters is trying to get spicy, what's your move?

A. fuck him/her, duh

B. punch them

C. play hard to get

D. hold it off for later

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16. New superpower equip!

A. teleportation

B. atmokinesis

C. telekinetic flight

D. invisibility

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17. Your pet has been kidnapped!

A. i'm running after that thief!

B. they can handle that person themselves

C. ask for help from a teammate

D. make a plan to get them back

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18. One of the witches cursed you into being a shapeshifter! What species are you?

A. feline

B. canine

C. reptile

D. amphibian

E. aves

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19. Choose a surname!

A. Shen

B. Elderose

C. Aisling

D. Birdwhistle

E. Bloodsmouth

F. Okami

G. Kang

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20. Who were you born into?

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B. vampires

C. angels

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F. witches

G. fae

H. elves

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21. Choose a partner!

A. Isa

B. Seungmin

C. Hinata

D. Wonbin

E. Soyeon

F. Haechan

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22. Uh oh! Your partner just got turned into a monster! What happened?

A. they got bitten

B. they were cursed

C. they drank a potion

D. a ritual

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23. You just got your second pet! What is it?

A. a doe

B. an owl

C. a turtle

D. a sheep

E. a bull

F. a ferret

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24. You and your partner encountered another duo to team up with! Who is it?

A. Yoohyeon & JiU

B. Chanty & Yue

C. Moonbyul & Solar

D. Yuta & Mark

E. Minhyuk & Jooheon

F. Rowoon & Inseong

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25. How did the game end?

A. happily ever after

B. i'm the only one standing

C. i died

D. it's not over yet

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☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ, ʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇs/ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜɪsᴛs ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ. ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ, sᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ, ʏᴜɴʜᴏ, ʏᴇᴏsᴀɴɢ, sᴀɴ, ��ɪɴɢɪ, ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋs, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢs ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇs ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡᴀʀᴍs, sᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏɴs, sᴀɴᴅᴍᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘᴏᴍᴏʀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛs. ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ sɪᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ! ☠◉☠◉

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❖ ── ✦ ──『✙』── ✦ ── ❖ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇs sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs. ʜᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ, ᴊᴀʏ, ᴊᴀᴋᴇ, sᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ, sᴜɴᴏᴏ, ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇsᴛ ɴɪᴋɪ. ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛʙᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇs. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴏғ sᴄᴀʀᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴘɪɴᴇs' ᴘᴀᴄᴋ, sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ! ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇs' ᴍᴇᴀʟ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ... ❖ ── ✦ ──『✙』── ✦ ── ❖

(4.6K — 4.8K) ᴍɪᴅᴀs ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ଓ

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅* ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴅᴀs ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ, ʀᴜʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ sɪsᴛᴇʀs. ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴊᴜʟɪᴇ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ɴᴀᴛᴛʏ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ʙᴇʟʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ. ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs; ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴏᴠᴇʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴇʟʏsɪᴜᴍ, sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴏᴠᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀɴɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴀʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ. ᴇᴀᴄʜ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴇᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴊᴜʟɪᴇ's ʙᴜɴɴʏ, ɴᴀᴛᴛʏ's ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴇʟʟᴇ's ᴘᴇʀsɪᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ's ᴘᴀɴᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʙ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴛs. ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, sᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ! ⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅

(5K — 5.2K) ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴅs ✿

❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴅs, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪᴠᴇ. ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴇʟᴠᴇɴ ʙᴏʏs ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏsᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ, sᴏᴏʙɪɴ, ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ, ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴋᴀɪ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇғʟʏ ʙᴀɴᴋ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴇᴀ, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɢʀᴇs, ɢᴏʙʟɪɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴍᴜᴛᴀɴᴛs. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ! sᴛᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇs! ❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖

(5.2K— ) ᴛᴜsᴋ's ᴄᴏᴠᴇ ⚡︎

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜsᴋs ᴄᴏᴠᴇ, ᴏᴠᴇʀʀᴜʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғᴏᴜʀ sɪʀᴇɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀs. sᴇɴsᴜᴀʟ ᴋᴀʀɪɴᴀ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ɢɪsᴇʟʟᴇ, ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʏ ɴɪɴɢɴɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴜʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ sʜɪᴘᴡʀᴇᴄᴋs, ғᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇs. ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇɢᴏᴛɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʙᴏʏs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀs ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ sᴛᴏʀᴍs ᴏʀ ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟs' ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ғᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ. sᴄᴀʀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴜʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ... ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.

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A/N: finally after a day and few hours I am finished! had so many glitch outs and times where I ran out of ideas but it's rewarding to finally finish. Let me know what game you'll like to see next (by asks) and I'll poll it! anyways, I hope you had fun!

If you didn't end up where you wanted, let me know where you would've preferred and why!

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