#and getting the color limiting was hard as fuck but i think it came out fine in the end

[circlesroundthemoon]

had some more fun messing with colors and dithering! time to get back to more serious projects

[marvelfilth]

Off the deep end 4 (18+)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: ghostface!Sam Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, strap on sex, praise, r gets tied up, pet names, spanking (like once), canon typical violence, blood, stabbing

Summary: "Take off my mask"

A/n: ...I'm sorry

Masterlist

Ghostface sits on the loveseat, her legs crossed and her posture entirely relaxed as she playfully taps her knife against the glass of your coffee table.

You take a second to gather your courage and lunge.

She's too gobsmacked to react, and in less than a second you have her pinned against the back of the loveseat, a knife pressing against her neck.

"The bodega. Was it you? Because if it was, I'll gut you myself," you growl.

You feel her shaky exhale before she drops her knife to the floor, turning you around in a split second and pinning you down with her weight. Your knife is still dangerously close to her neck, but you don't think she cares, with the way she grabs your waist possessively.

"Fuck," she breathes out, caressing your waist.

"Let me go," you hiss, pushing against her chest with your other hand.

She uses this moment to push your hand away from her throat, clutching it in her strong grip, your knife dangling uselessly between your fingertips.

"There's no way I'm letting you go, baby. No fucking way." She's breathless, her chest heaving heavily as she pushes you deeper into the cushions.

"I'm not your baby," you growl, trying to push her away. "You think you can just show up here after almost killing my friends? I don't care what kind of vigilante bullshit you've got going on, they're off limits." You buckle against her, growing red in the face when she doesn't move an inch.

She tilts her head, seemingly taking you in. She stays silent way too long for your liking, just breathing heavily and observing you, shifting her grip on your wrist. The action reminds you that your other hand is still around her shoulder, clutching it hard enough to leave half moons on her skin even through multiple layers of fabric.

"Go ahead," she whispers, "try."

You wonder how the fuck does she know what you're about to do.

Still, your hand moves slowly, and you don't dare look away from the black hollow eyes of the mask, swallowing when you finally come in contact with the heated skin of her neck. You don't waste another moment and grip, cutting off her airway. She expected it, clearly, but she still lets you send both of you tumbling to the floor. She lands with a huff, your thighs straddling her hips, and now that your roles are reversed you feel a sense of power over her, no matter how fleeting it might be.

Her pulse is erratic against your fingers, but she stays still, not moving an inch, and speaks up, "I came here to punish you, you know? I told you to stay home. Our home." You freeze, gaping at her. "I thought you learned your lesson that first time, but no, you decide to play hero and go off on your own in the middle of the fucking night," she growls, easily throwing you off her body. You sit on the floor, not daring to move as she removes her voice changer.

There's no need for that - you already know who's behind the mask.

"Take off my mask," Sam orders and you tremble at the commanding tone, hesitantly reaching up to remove the plastic.

There's no color in her eyes, only black of her pupils. She's panting, her expression pure lust. She looks you up and down slowly, gaze lingering on the knife between your fingers. You let it fall on the floor with a dull thump and she smiles dangerously, lifting her eyes. "Now take off your clothes."

You whimper, clumsily following the order as she drinks you up with her eyes, kneeled on the floor. When you're left naked she rummages in the pockets off her robe, pulling something out before carelessly shrugging it off and throwing it to the side.

"Come here," she pats her lap, leaning back against the foot of the couch. You do so quickly, stifling a whimper when your core brushes against her leg. She pulls you into a bruising kiss, all teeth and bite as your hips start rocking on her thigh, chasing pleasure. You grip the cushions behind her back, arching in her hold before you feel her push your hands away and lead them behind your back. She tries them up with something silky and smooth, probably a scarf, tugging to check if it's tight enough.

"So you don't jump me again," she chuckles and you grow embarrassingly wet, stifling a whimper at her degrading tone. "I only wanted to scare you that night when I visited you for the first time. Wanted to make sure you listen to me next time, but there you were, in a fucking towel. I wanted you for so long and you were right there, ready for me to take." She pushes on your hips, and you throw your head back, letting out a loud moan when you feel a bulge in her pants. "But this time… you pinned me down, put a knife to my throat. Remember what you said?" She husks, cupping the back of your head and forcing you to look at her. You nod dazedly, nails dig into your palms, trying to keep in your pathetic whimpers. She plants her hands on your cheeks. "Say it again."

You close your eyes and arch into her body, your breasts practically in her face. "I said I'd gut you- not you, I- I'd kill the person who tried to hurt you and Tara."

She lets out a deep breath that sounds like a moan and reaches behind you. "You'd kill for me?" She pants.

You nod against her lips. "Yes."

She growls, a sound so deep and primal it makes you shudder, and shows you the mask. "Then I think you should put this on, don't you?" You don't dare move an inch, watching as she puts the mask on your face with hunger in her eyes. Her thigh pushes between your legs, making you whimper. "Sam- please…"

"Perfect." She chuckles, trailing a hand trailing over your breasts, slowly, teasingly. "You love it, don't you? That's why you never said anything. I killed everyone who tried to hurt you and you fucking love it."

"Yes. Fuck, yes, Sam," you gasp grinding on her thigh. You can't take your eyes off her. Sweat drips down the valleys between her breasts, disappearing behind her thin tank top, pulling your attention to her perky nipples. You'd kill for a chance to taste them.

"My dirty girl, fucking perfect for me." She leans down and places long kisses down your neck, savoring the taste of your skin. Your breasts brush and you arch into her, chasing the feeling, but she merely chuckles before forcing your legs open and plunging two fingers inside with no warning. Your hands jerk and you hiss when the movement makes the scarf tighten, hurting your wrists. Sam chuckles into your neck before biting down, leaving a deep purple mark as you struggle to hold back a moan. "Don't," she hisses, "don't you dare hold back." She thrusts into you mercilessly, tugging your nipple between her teeth.

You want to throw your arms around her shoulders and hide your face in her hair, pulling her incredibly close, but your hands lay limp behind your back and the mask on your face makes it impossible to feel the softness of her hair. You look at her through the dark hollows, gasping for breath when she adds a third finger, almost falling back on the floor, trying to ride her, moving your hips up and down.

You feel pressure building in your lower belly and you tell Sam you're close, moaning her name as she fastens her pace before she abruptly pulls out, leaving you to whine uselessly.

She gets up from the floor with you in her arms and throws you over her shoulder, heading to your bedroom. Her palm settles on your ass, squeezing possessively as she shoulders your door before carelessly throwing you on the bed, making you bounce on the mattress. There's shuffling of fabric before she quickly unties your wrists. You sigh, flexing the strained muscles, and then you're rolled on your back, moaning when you see her fully naked. You let out a heavy breath, looking at Sam towering over you, her abs clenched as her fingers wrap around her strap. You unconsciously spread your legs, shuffling higher to settle on the pillows.

"Hands on the headboard," she orders, picking up the scarf from the floor. You put your hands over your head and she makes quick work of tying them up again, giving your nipple a painful squeeze as her hand slides down your torso to your dripping pussy.

"Please, Sam," you plead, grinding on her palm.

She hums and straddles your thigh, her sex flush against the muscle, smearing wetness. She grinds on you messily, losing herself in pleasure, and you're left to marvel at the sight. Her abs clench each time her pussy slides over your flesh, chest rising rapidly. She closes her eyes and throws her head back, moaning loudly. You whimper, trying to find friction against her thigh. She looks down at you in ecstasy, breathing through her open mouth as she messily humps your leg.

"Fuck, you look so good," you whimper, thinking you could come just from watching her. She chuckles lowly, coating you in her arousal and her strap bumps against your clit, making your hips jerk.

"You want it?" She taunts, halting her movements and positioning herself between your parted thighs. Your legs wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against you before you answer. "I want you," you whimper, feeling the tip of her cock nudge against your entrance.

"You have me, baby," she says, before snapping her hips forward, burying the thick length in your wet heat. "How does that feel, hm?"

You moan, hips buckling in her hold. "So good, Sam, you feel so good."

She hums and starts thrusting slowly, placing fleeting kisses over your chest before she leans back, her fingers wrapping around your ankles to throw them over her shoulders. "Keep them open for me," she says and returns her hands to your hips, pressing you into the bed, picking up the pace.

She mercilessly pounds into your pussy, the wet slapping sound echoing through your room. You moan, throwing your head back, making the mask skew a little before it's ripped off your face. "Want to see your pretty face when you come," she breathes, pressing on the bulge on your lower belly. "You're taking my cock so well, princess. Such a good girl." Her praises reach your ears, but you barely make them out amidst mind-blowing pleasure.

"S-sam! Fuck, I'm close," you moan, helplessly tugging on the restraints. Sam starts rubbing your clit and you feel your orgasm build up, making you arch your back off the bed.

"You're gonna scream for me, baby," she pants, fastening her pace, her strap burying in your tight cunt to the hilt, her thumb playing with your swollen nub of nerves.

You come with a loud cry of her name, your walls clenching around the silicone cock as she continues pounding into you at an animalistic pace, drilling you into the bed. Your bed shakes, the headboard steadily smashing against the wall as she makes it her mission to lead you to another orgasm. Your tears roll down your cheeks, blurring the sight of her lust filled eyes, looking down at you like she's about to consume you whole.

"Such a good pussy, all mine to use," she purrs, throwing your legs off her shoulders and rolling you onto your side, the changing of the angle making her strap reach deeper into you. Her hand settles over your thigh, gripping possessively before she lets go to land a slap on your ass, her other hand pressing down on the side of your head.

"Yours, a-all yours ah-," you cry out, feeling your climax approach, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

She leans over your body to whisper in your ear. "You're mine. Say it."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she buries her strap in you again and again, hitting your sensitive spot. "Yours, I'm yours."

She bites down on the curve of your shoulder to hide her moan as she reaches her high, taking you over the edge with her. Your vision goes white, your cunt clenching around her cock, your wetness coating the sheets under you.

She slumps beside you, lazily untying the scarf and massaging your arms before slowly pulling out and pushing you to lay on top of her. "We're not done yet, baby," she whispers into your hair and pulls you into a deep kiss.

×××

A piercing ringing sound wakes you up, making you roll out of Sam's warm embrace and fall on the floor in a heap of sheets with a dull thump. You groan, sending her a finger when she snorts and finally picks up her phone. Your carpeted floor feels too fluffy to get up and move back to bed, your eyes falling shut as Sam speaks with her sister. You slowly drift off, teetering on the edge of consciousness when Sam picks you up and gently lowers you back on the bed, pressing a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth before disappearing behind the bathroom door. You burrow into her pillow, the sound of running water lulling you back to sleep.

Next time you wake up to gentle caresses, smiling, not fully awake yet, but not asleep either. You feel her lips stretch in a smile when she starts kissing the side of your neck, her breath tickling, making you giggle.

You finally open your eyes when she calls out your name, coaxing you to get up. You pout and try to tug her back to bed, but she narrowly escapes your grip, chuckling when you frown.

"It's past noon, time to get up. Tara's been worried out of her mind," she says and checks her phone when it dings, groaning as she reads the text. "They're all waiting back home. I hate these kids sometimes."

You snort, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "I bet Mindy made everyone come cause she has some theory to share."

She laughs quietly as she types a response, and looks back at you. "Breakfast is almost ready and you better be dressed when I come back. And don't even try covering these up." She gestures to your neck with her forefinger and you instinctively reach up to touch your sore skin.

She's out of the door before you could complain, leaving you to stew in now cold sheets. You don't test your luck though, and rush to take a shower and dress when you hear her in the kitchen.

You get ready in record time, walking into the kitchen right when she starts putting plates on the table. Your mouth waters when a delicious smell hits your nose, and when she pulls out a chair for you, you rush to her side to press a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you," you whisper.

She hums, pushing your hair to one side when you sit and presses a kiss to your neck. "My girlfriend deserves the best," she breathes, making you shudder.

You find the strength to object. "You didn't even ask if I want to be your girlfriend."

She pauses, frowning. "You don't?"

You bite back a smile at her confused expression, pulling her down for a proper kiss. "It doesn't hurt to ask."

She huffs, and walks around the table to take a seat, looking you right in the eye as she replies. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," you mumble, growing embarrassingly red, and dive in the food, biting back a moan at the taste. She hums in approval, swiping some sauce for the corner of your mouth. "Good girl."

×××

You ask the question that's been nagging at your mind for the past few days when you're getting ready to leave. "So… there are at least two, right?"

"Hm?"

"Ghostface. One called and the other one attacked you at the bodega."

She shrugs, "I guess."

You frown, noting her lack of reaction. "When I got the call they said they knew your secret."

She walks up to you and puts her hands around your waist. "It doesn't matter. They still haven't told anyone and that means they want to deal with me themselves."

You nod. It makes sense, but you're still worried. The possibility of her dying or going behind bars makes your skin crawl.

"Hey," she caresses your cheek, "it'll be okay, I promise, just… you're with me, right?"

Your lips press against her palm. "Always."

You enter the building an hour later, darting inside quickly, Sam checking every corner before she lets you pass. You walk quietly, heading for the elevators when a man stops in your way, smiling at Sam. You expect her to ignore him or maybe even push him out of the way, but she rolls her eyes good-naturally and greets him with a hug, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.

"Who's this?" You ask, eyes darting between Sam and the man, and you decide you don't like him at all.

He looks… adequate, tall and obviously muscular, his eyes bright blue. He also looks dangerous, like a guy you'd avoid at parties. But then again Sam looks dangerous too, so you probably shouldn't judge him too quickly.

"Danny. Our neighbor," she introduces you and he smiles, extending his hand.

You take it, his fingers wrapping around yours with gentle, but firm squeeze. You mutter your name, looking him up and down. You've never seen him before and you've spent weeks at Sam's place by now.

"I don't think I've ever seen you before."

He chuckles and rubs the back of his head. "I'm not surprised. I work at night, sleep through the day."

You nod, feeling Sam's eyes on you. "Yeah, that must be it," you mumble.

She nudges you to the elevators, bidding Danny goodbye. You follow her, chewing on your lip.

No, you decide, you definitely don't like him.

"What was that?" Sam asks with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Jealous?"

You scoff. "You wish."

She hums in agreement, but sports a smug smile all the way to her front door. Tara greets you both with a hug the second you step inside the apartment, eyeing you worriedly. Sam shrugs her off with a calming smile, urging her into the kitchen. You bite back a smile when Tara begrudgingly follows, muttering something about Sam and her stress cooking.

Mindy and Anika are cuddled up on the couch, too busy gossiping about their new professor to notice you. Chad gives you a small wave, scooting to give you space to sit. The hug he gives you is warm and reassuring and you place a chaste kiss on his cheek, noting the absence of Quinn and Ethan.

"Quinn's in her room and Ethan has Econ," he mumbles, noticing your questioning look. You nod, and relax against his shoulder, allowing yourself to bask in the moment.

Sam and Tara chatter as they cook something, judging by the smell it's Sam's famous grilled cheese. Your mouth waters even though you ate not that long ago, remembering the taste. You sneak a glance in their direction and see them laughing. The shorter girl shoves Sam hard, but your girlfriend doesn't budge, eyes rolling at the sisters' antics.

You wish you could stay like this forever.

Mindy finally looks away from her girlfriend, eyebrows jumping up when she sees you. "Where have you been?"

You groan, feeling the way Chad's shoulders shake with laughter. "She won't let it go, just roll with it," he whispers.

"She was with me, Mindy, don't even start," Sam shouts from the kitchen, twirling a knife between her fingers. The sight makes something inside of you catch on fire.

"Gross," Mindy grumbles and whines when Anika leaves her, choosing to sit on your other side.

You share a laugh, your friend molding against your side. They put on a movie, not a slasher, thank god, and you settle deeper into the cushions as you watch, putting your hand around Anika's shoulders and sending Mindy a smug look. She rolls her eyes, huffing, and crosses her arms, turning to look at the screen with her lips jutted out. Sam and Tara join you when they're finally done, your girlfriend sending Chad and Anika a glare before she settles on the floor with a pout, a mirror image of Mindy. You bite on your lower lip, suppressing a smile. Screen flashes brightly and you dive into the story unfolding, forgetting about the real world for a few hours.

You nod off when you're almost halfway through the sequel, now flat against Sam's front as you both sit on some cushions on the floor, Mindy having thrown you away from her girlfriend when she came back with more snacks. Sam's arms find home around your waist, keeping you trapped between her legs as she presses soft kisses all over the side of your face. She shushes everyone and lowers the volume once she finally notices you've fallen asleep, snatching Mindy's blanket to cover your feet.

When you open your eyes some time later, expecting to see credits rolling or another movie playing, you see a murder report, sirens in the background wailing loudly, a likely cause of your abrupt awakening. You frown, struggling to make out words with your mind still half asleep, but when you hear your girlfriend's name your focus becomes laser like. Everyone in the room listens with rapt attention to every word falling from the reporter's mouth, Sam nudging you away and stomping to the kitchen once murder acquisitions are made known.

You swallow, looking at Sam's hunched figure, your throat suddenly dry. Tara elbows you and throws her chin in Sam's direction, eyes widening in an attempt at silent communication. You nod and follow her, both of you taking a seat on either side of the dejected woman.

"Sam?" Tara hesitantly speaks up. "None of what they said matters. We'll get that motherfucker and people will know the truth. They'll see you how we see you." She places her hand on top of Sam's, squeezing.

You bite on your lower lip when Sam's face crumbles at her sister's words, a single tear sliding down her cheek. "And what if they're right?" She croaks, turning to look at her sister. "What if they see me for what I really am and you're the one who's wrong?"

Tara opens her mouth, fire in her eyes, but you beat her to it. "She's right," you state, Sam snapping back to look at you. "You did what you had to do before. They'll never understand it, but we do. You're good, Sam, everyone in this room knows it."

Mindy and Chad take a seat across the table, worriedly eyeing your girlfriend, but her eyes are on you, latching onto every word that leaves your lips.

"Do you really think so?" She whispers and you can see the hidden insecurity behind her irises. This feels like a conversation you should be having in private, away from Mindy's piercing eyes and Tara's attentiveness.

Your lips press against hers before you whisper quietly, only for her to hear. "I know so. You saved me, remember?"

Tension seeps away as she pulls you into another kiss, lips moving gently against your own, tongue sliding across your bottom lip before Mindy forces you apart by fake gagging.

Tara pulls her into a hug, somehow fitting her older sister in the slope of her neck. "Shut it, Mindy." She glares at the girl.

Mindy throws her arms up in mock surrender and Chad takes this moment to say, "That's right. We're the core four, we've been through worse."

Sam loudly snorts into Tara's shoulder, making the girl grimace. "The core what?" Mindy's side eye burns through him.

"The core four. You know, cause we've been through a lot. Plus, it sounds cool."

"It really doesn't," you chuckle.

"And there's five of us, dingus, six if we count Anika," the twin sister points out.

"Yeah, but Y/n isn't Woodsboro and neither is Anika..." he trails off, looking to the side. "Core four and a half? Core four and plus ones?"

Mindy rolls her eyes so hard you're afraid they might stick to the back of her head. "Just shut up."

You get up to get a glass of water for Sam after making sure she's fine, dropping your phone on the table and heading to the kitchen. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you hear Quinn and her latest boy toy going at it again, and open the fridge, scanning for a bottle of water.

Suddenly, the apartment grows quiet before chaos takes over.

"Y/n!" Sam shouts loudly, and you run back, her fingers immediately latching onto your wrist with a tight grip. She shows you a message on her phone, a photo of Ghostface holding Quinn by the throat in her room.

You freeze with a baited breath, eyes pinned to the door. Pained wails from behind the wall make you dart to the door, throwing Sam's hand away from yours. You open the door before she pushes you behind her back, obscuring the view, but you still catch a glimpse of Quinn's limp body being thrown at Anika.

Your friends scream and scutter around the apartment, Ghostface hot on your heels. Sam's hand finds yours again, pulling you behind Chad and Tara, Mindy and Anika following close by, but Ghostface is faster, rounding you up, Sam's hand slipping from your grasp as he shuts the front door right in your face, cutting you away from Sam, Tara and Chad. The door starts shaking from the force of Sam's efforts, but you know it's useless - she made sure nothing could get through that door when they moved in. You duck when the robed figure slashes at you, nipping your shoulder. Mindy shouts something about knives from the kitchen and runs up to clock Ghostface with a knife holder, throwing him off his feet. Anika tugs you back into Quinn's room and you stumble on her body, almost falling into a puddle of blood, but Mindy is right there on your other side, shoving you behind the door and quickly locking it.

The three of you lean on the door, feet planted firmly on the floor as Ghostface tries to knock it down. The hinges squeak from the force, dust falling on your shoulders as you pant heavily, thinking of a way out. You look around the room, trying to find some sort of weapon, but the only thing somewhat fitting your requirements is a bedside lamp, glowing mockingly with a pinkish hue. The rattling stops, and your panic increases tenfold. Your eyes land on Mindy's, her face growing pale as she looks at something over your shoulder before she forces you back and throws herself at the bathroom door with a scream.

The dark figure easily throws the door open, slicing her bicep to the bone. The girl falls to the floor, clutching the deep cut, unaware of the hand raised over her head, ready to land the final blow. Anika launches herself at the killer, kicking and screaming, as you dart for the fucking lamp, clutching it in your sweaty palm, ready to knock the hooded person unconscious. You turn around just in time to see your friend's stomach being sliced open, a guttural scream ripping from her throat.

She falls to the ground and you swing the lamp as hard as you can, sending Ghostface back to the bathroom and snapping the door shut right in his face. You sit, propped against the door, frantically looking around for something to block it with. Mindy presses down on Anika's stomach, there's so much blood it's going to make you sick.

You turn away, blinking back tears, your eyes landing on the dresser.

"Mindy," you croak, "Mindy we need to prop it against the door." She looks at you, then at the dresser and back to Anika, who nods, schooling her features.

You move in tandem, you still holding the door, with Ghostface now trying to knock it down, and her pushing the dresser firmly against the door. You sag once it's in place, picking up on distant shouts.

"Y/n!" Sam calls from the window across, a leader clutched between her and Danny. You let out a relieved laugh, securing the ladder on the windowsill. "That's it, baby, now come here," she urges, a desperate look in her eyes.

You shake your head, looking back at Mindy and Anika, and at the shaking door. "They're injured, Sam. They'll go first." She looks like she wants to protest, but relents once she sees the look in your eyes.

"Just one at a time," Danny speaks up.

You nod before turning back and taking a place on the floor, gently pressing down on Anika's wound, your hands turning red mere seconds later. You fight the urge to gag, looking at your friends through the tears. "You first, Mindy."

Mindy looks up, scandalized. "I'm not leaving her," she gritts.

"M-Mindy," Anika whimpers, clutching your wrists.

"No."

"You'll get there quick and I'll be right behind you, o-okay?" The girl stutters, pleading with her eyes.

"Then you go first," Mindy sniffles, "I'll hold it steady and wait till you get across."

You close your eyes, your whole body jostling from the force of Ghostfaces efforts. Your friend is losing more and more blood, coating the floor and your clothes, making you shudder. Sam starts shouting again, screaming for one of you to finally go. You look at Mindy, whispering, "You have to go."

"I'll just s-slow you down. Just go, please, just g-go." Anika begs, tears rolling down her face. Mindy nods resolutely and you look away, giving them some resemblance of privacy as they share a heartfelt kiss.

Mindy grabs your collar, forcing you to look at her when they're done. "You get her out, understand?"

You nod, watching as she looks at her girlfriend one last time and hurries to the ladder, hesitantly climbing on.

"You'll go next," Anika whispers, closing her eyes.

Your head whips back, eyes wide as you look at your friend's pale face. "I'm not fucking leaving you, An. We stick together, remember?"

She chuckles humorlessly, the sound turning into a wheeze. "I don't want you d-dying with me."

You swallow back a sob, knowing that the open wound is looking worse with each passing second, her fingers so weak she can barely hold onto your hand, let alone a ladder.

She looks like she knows what you're thinking about, smiling gently. "I'll h-hold him off. I still have some fight in me."

You shake your head, blinking back tears, and look out the window to see Mindy's almost halfway to the other side. You think and think and think, because there has to be something, there must be a way. There's probably some sort of weapon in Sam's room, but you're not sure if you'll make it back in time or if you'll be able to fight off Ghostface. You can feel the door almost give out, crossing out the options of just staying there and waiting for the police to arrive.

Anika pushes your hands away and you blink back at her. "Go," she whispers, fighting back tears. "We b-both know I won't make it across that ladder."

You shake your head, realization dawning on you. "The front door," you mutter, "An, it's locked from the inside! And that fucker won't even hear you through all that noise. You can make it to the elevators. You can!"

She freezes, eyes darting between the door and the window, you can see a glimpse of hope appear. "I can," she nods, "but what about you?"

You swallow. "I'll hold him off and go for the ladder when he breaks down the door. I promise, I'll get out."

She looks like she wants to argue, but Mindy's triumphant shout as she finally lands on the floor makes her nod quietly. You don't have time to argue, you both know it.

"Anika!" Mindy urges and you can hear Sam cursing loudly.

The wounded girl nods solemnly and pads to the door that leads to the hallway, unlocking it quietly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Mindy yells.

Sam doesn't say anything and shoves Mindy out of the way, ready to climb the goddamn ladder, Danny holding her back by her shoulders.

"No!" You shout, looking back to see Anika already in the hallway. "Anika's going and I'm next. Trust me, please."

Sam looks at you, a silent question in her eyes, you shake your head, hoping she'll listen. She sags. "Okay."

You exhale in relief, turning to watch Anika as she trudges through the living room, back aching from continuing shoves.

Minutes tickle by, Mindy disappears from view to go to the living room, watching her girlfriend through the window. You hold on, heels of your feet firmly on the floor, but you can already feel your strength starting to slip.

Anika is nowhere to see, so you turn to Sam, a question on your tongue.

"You can go now," she nods. "C'mon, babe, hurry." She stretches one arm out, the other holding the ladder tightly. Danny is by her side, pushing all of his weight to their end of the ladder.

You get up and run for the window, the dresser now pushed against the wall, the door wide open. Your foot slips on the windowsill, but you manage to hold on, all of your body now on the ladder, looking down at the street below. You start trembling violently, now understanding why Mindy took so long to get across. Sam's eyes are on you the whole time and when you finally look up she offers an encouraging nod, jaw clenched in concentration as she watches your every move.

Her eyes land on something behind you and you freeze, hair on the back of your neck standing up. You don't have to look back to know Ghostface is standing there, but you still do, ignoring Sam's yelling and the tremble in your arms. He stands there, motionless, head tilted in silent curiosity. The ladder squeaks, and your sweaty palms make your grip slip, but you hold on, looking at the killer.

There's a dull sound just outside the apartment that makes him look back at the door and then at you again. His head tilts to the other side as he puts on a show of counting each of you, five fingers up, curling them one by one after he points at you, then Sam, Danny and finally Mindy. He looks at the only finger left, his pinky, and shakes his head in mock disappointment.

"No," you breath out, already climbing back.

He raises a hand, waving you goodbye playfully, gloved fingers wiggling around the sharp knife.

"Get here right now!" Sam shouts, halfway out of the window, but you're out of her grasp. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

You shake your head again, stumbling back inside Quinn's room as the ladder falls down to the street below, Sam's screams filling your ears as you run after Ghostface.

"Anika!" You shout when the elevator is finally in sight, Anika holding on to the railing and Ghostface slipping inside.

You run at full speed, but you still don't make it in time, doors sliding closed as he buries the knife deep into her chest, making you run flat into the metal, Anika's screams echoing through the apartment building. You wipe away your tears and turn for the stairs, jumping five at a time as you make it down to the first floor. You see the back door fall shut after a figure runs out, panic overtaking as you finally face the elevator.

You've never seen that much blood in your life. The walls are covered in splashes of red, the floor just a puddle of dark liquid. Anika wheezes, choking on her blood. You fall to your knees beside her, afraid to touch her fragile body, cuts and stabs littering her torso. Your vision blurs. You don't even know which wound to press on, all of them gushing with blood. In the end you press your palms to the deep cut on her chest, sobbing when more blood starts spilling from other gashes.

She gathers the last of her strength and grips the hem of your shirt. "T-thank you," she wheezes, more blood trailing down her chin.

"What?" You breathe out, choking. "It's my fault. I should've made you climb that fucking ladder."

"I- I would've f-fell." She takes a shallow breath. "Brains a-all over the s-street." She grimaces, gripping you tighter. "This way I get to be with my f-friend for the… for the last time." She smiles, eyes growing hazy and unfocused before they fall shut, her chest no longer rising with ragged breaths.

You wail, desperately shaking her body, begging her to open her eyes. You center your hands on her chest and start pressing to the beat of fucking Stayin' Alive. You follow the steps that have been drilled into your brain on one of the courses you took, pinching Anika's nose and breathing into her mouth, waiting to see the rise of her chest. You repeat it again and again and again, hitting her chest with full force in a hopeless attempt at bringing her back to life.

Arms circle around your shoulders, your body immobilized by a person behind you. You try to throw them off, pushing with your elbows, Anika's unmoving chest the only thing you see.

"Stop," Sam croaks, pulling you against her chest.

"Get off me!" You scream. "I need to- I need-" you sob, uselessly falling back into her arms. She drags you away from the elevator, EMTs immediately rushing in. You turn in her hold, staining her with Anika's blood as she holds you close, blinking back her tears and whispering reassurances into your ear.

[starsh1neee]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂!! | gojo satoru

+ kinda smut, toxic gojo, angsty, gojo gets with your best friend.

toxic gojo who would tell you specific clothing,makeup colors and hair styles would look hideous on you because it makes you seem like a try hard whore. Though in reality he thinks you look really good with them but doesn’t want any other guy to be looking at you.

toxic gojo who would flirt with every girl who seemed attractive like you, but get’s really pissed at you if you even introduce yourself to a man.

toxic gojo who forced you to introduce your best friend to him and make you watch them flirt as punishment for “flirting” with other guys when really you were asking directions which train station leads to where you needed to go.

toxic gojo who got mad at you for getting along with one of your guy cousins that you grew up with as a kid.

toxic gojo who act’s all sweet, polite and the perfect boyfriend in public, but when you guys get home glass is broken.

toxic gojo fucks you till you passed out and at least cums inside or outside of you a couple times.

toxic gojo who act’s like the caring,loving boyfriend when you get at your limits with him.

toxic gojo is genuinely actually scared of you when your really pissed, but he likes teasing you a lot because he thinks your hot.

toxic gojo who invites your best friend over every single weekend to hangout. He would cuddle with you on the couch, but whenever you went to use the bathroom or get something him and your best friend would quickly make out.

toxic gojo who convinced your best friend to fall in love with him and keep this whole thing between the both of them a secret. He never loved her, he loved you, but wanted the “attention” you never gave him.

toxic gojo freaking out when you found out what’s been going on between him and your best friend.

toxic gojo who got blocked on everything on social media by you. Couldn’t even contact you for months.

toxic gojo who got with your best friend, but felt empty.

toxic gojo who hangs out at your older brothers house and gets a little hope to see you so you both can talk things out.

toxic gojo who realizes you always been giving him affection and attention, but he wanted more from you.

toxic gojo who was hanging out with his friends and your best friend (aka his gf) at your brothers house.

toxic gojo who finds out you haven’t contacted anyone, but your twin brother.

toxic gojo who was about to give up on you and relax with his friends, you came through the door screaming at your twin brother.

toxic gojo being happy after not seeing you for four months, but something about you felt different.

toxic gojo who watches you break things he use to throw at you when he was mad and scream like you needed help.

toxic gojo who watches a whole another side of you that he didn’t fall in love with nor never new existed.

toxic gojo who looked into your eyes and saw your pain.

toxic gojo who just stood there and watched you arguing with everyone.

toxic gojo who tried stopping you, but you just told him to let you go. and he did what you asked because he realized there was genuine nothing between the both of you anymore.

toxic gojo who wishes that he could’ve saved you in time, but realizes he was too late.

a/n: Damn this was kinda deep to write, (should I write a ff about this? Maybe there’s more story behind this? Maybe not.)

[kingcrow01]

DC/Marvel Pool Noodle Party 2024

Week 5 | Mercs & Murder Husbands

Marc Spector & Harley Quinn, 0 fics!

@dc-marvel-crossovers

Here’s the outline of the event for those interested. TLDR, This event celebrates relationship tags that have less than 30 works on ao3, both platonic and romantic. The rarest of rarepairs!

Inspired by Harley harassing interacting with Marc and Damian in chapter 20 of in labyrinths of reflections by @blackkatmagic, specifically these lines:

“Fuck the hell off,” he growls, and gets a hand on her face as she tries to kiss his mask. She’s wearing a lot of lipstick, and he'd rather not run around the rest of the night with a black lip-print on his face. 

and

Harley blinks at him, big eyes and blond pigtails and smeared makeup that makes her look like a raccoon with a hangover, and then laughs. 

Ho-ly-shit, I cannot begin to express how happy I am with this piece! Initially I was having a hard time with MK’s suit, to the point that I was contemplating just dropping the whole project. (I hate drawing superhero suits, why do I keep on doing this to myself) Like always, all it came down to was retaking my ref and utilizing that handy-dandy line of action, and I finished it pretty easily after that.

Damian was a last minute add-on, and I wanted to draw him on Marc’s right side and a head taller (kids are bigger than you think!) but I ran out of room on the page. I ran into the same problem with Harley’s mallet; I wanted it to be bigger, but with the angle it had to sit at to rest against her thigh, I kept it on the smaller side. 

This piece has made it very clear how limiting my sketchbooks’ size is. For example, I have an idea for another week in this event, but it literally wouldn't fit in this sketchbook so I’m not going to make it. Digital art 1: traditional, 0.

I tried out a new lining style as well, and I’m never going back. Before, I was making every line the same width, but it’s SO much more impactful with alternating line thickness! I attached the lined final sketch below. Do you see how much of a difference it makes?? (Written early May, so I've been using this style since.)

Details:

I think it’s silly that Harley’s boots are covered in blood, but not her actual weapon lol

Harley is as tall as she is because she’s standing on her toes in platform boots

The tattoo on Harley’s midsection is of ivy leaves (though, it’s not poison ivy) as a sort of homage to Ivy. Not that she’s dead or anything. They’re just. Lovers. So, tattoo.

I got to put NO WORK into shading the black parts of MK’s suit, and that was FABULOUS

I wanted to give her colored shoe laces, because I love small details like that. I would love to give characters any color of laces, but some of them seem to have negative meanings, especially on Doc Martens, so I went the safe route and gave her purple laces, which represents gay pride. Yes, I know she’s bisexual, but I felt like I didn’t have many options.

[dreamyinception-world]

𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

Pairing: Camboy!Park Seonghwa + Puppy Boy!Kim Hongjoong

w//c: 6k

Genre: College!Au, Smut + Friends with Benefits

Summary: Being a camboy is a lot of hard work– keeping everything private from becoming public, entertaining his audience and training a needy puppy, who has a lot more up his sleeve than meets the eye. 

Tws: Swearing/Foul Language, Slightly Judgmental Friends

Sws: Puppy Play, Cyber Sex, Fingering, Blowjobs, Sex Toys (bone ball gag and cock ring), Degrading (consensual; both receiving), Dirty Talking, Humiliation, Deep Throating/Throat Fucking, Dacryphilia, Cum Swapping/Eating, Biting, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Switching (both because why the hell not), Light Subspace Slipping, Hair pairing, Dick Slapping, Exhibitionism

Rating: 18+ 

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hello everyone! long time no see! sorry that’s been so long since my last one shot! i’ve been super busy with work and haven’t had the time to write anything. BUT, since the release of ateez’s concept photo teasers with pink haired hwa, i knew i had to make a fic out of it. we all knew it was going to happen. anyways, y'all didn’t come here for me to ramble. enjoy the fic! if any tags were left out, please let me know!

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕞. 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕!

As a reminder, my work is only for those who are eighteen years or older. Anyone who attempts to interact with my work or blog who is underage will be blocked immediately. You have been warned. 

©𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 2024 || 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ♡

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . ** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . ** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

There are parts of oneself that people don’t mind keeping out and open to the general public– friendships, achievements, milestones– the pleasant things that would make one appear to be like an average person. There was nothing wrong with being average, even boring if that’s what life had in store.

Or what you want everyone to think life has in store for you. 

Like a beautifully thin veiled piece of colored glass, people can see whatever part they want to– never truly getting a glimpse of the other side. Most become too distracted by the rainbows and glamor of it to investigate anything further. 

And that is exactly how Seonghwa liked to have things. 

It wasn’t personal really– is what he would say if he was held at gunpoint–  to keep things from his friends, even the ones that were considered family to them. But, at some point when certain activities became available for his leisure, a level of ambiguity was needed.

Most especially with certain friends. 

Take his damn near blood sister Julie– typical yapper friend who talks about everything and everyone that she hears about, because “anything can be talked about, nothing is off limits unless explicitly said so!” She was both the funniest but also the most dramatic friend that he had.

And even that was almost an understatement. 

“Seonghwa~~” She rolled up next to him while he was completing an assignment outside, parking her chin onto his shoulder, sporting the largest pout ever. Her voice came out in an almost unbearable whine close to that of a child, matching with her rapid tugs on his arm. 

“What~? I’m doing something.” He chuckled and fake brushed her off, laughing a bit harder when she gripped his arm tighter. 

“I’m so drained from last class’ exam. Can we please go out tonight? I need to let off some steam so badly.” 

“You know I can’t go out tonight.” 

Julie whines and wiggles more next to him, stirring him away from his work. Seonghwa kept a patient and slightly sympathetic face, after being trained for years to handle his friend’s antics, and held her hands between his as he calmly explained his plans that he has every week– going to see his family that lives about an hour from the university they all go to. 

A bubbling “argument” began to creep into their conversation until their other mutual friend– who was on the complete opposite scale of Julie’s personality entirely– Giselle and her partner welcomed themselves to the otherside of the picnic bench. 

“What are you guys bickering about now?” She questioned with the roll of her eyes, clearly messing with Julie. 

The exact reaction made the girl slam her hands down on the table, getting as close as she could with the bulk of the table being caught in between them, as she feigned glassy eyes. 

“Seonghwa won’t skip this one trip to see family to come out with me because I had a hard day. He’s a bad friend and I don’t wanna be close to him anymore.” Her body bounces back onto the wooden seat with arms crossed, side-eying the shit out of the male in question as he lets out a small snort. 

They both knew that she wouldn’t truly cut him off, even if she could, being that they are too close to ever become legitimately separated. But, Seonghwa decided to not push her further, bringing himself back to his work as his three friends talked. He became so engrossed in the last bit of his assignment that he was completing that he nearly missed the conversation of cam work that flowed between the group. 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Julie held her hands up, almost feeling dizzy by the information. “You’re saying that someone at our school is doing livestreamed sex work?”

“I don’t know for certain,” Giselle’s partner piped in, resting their chin on the shoulder that was offered to them. “But, it’s definitely a rumor that’s been going around for the past couple days or so?” 

The aspect of the rumor didn’t really matter to anyone, as gossip made its way around campus on a consistent basis. However, today it was just enough for his extremely bored and gossip loving friend to send her off the rails with questions about it. 

Is the person a boy? A girl? Do they look like anybody that they would know or have seen?

They weren’t able to respond back that quickly, as the budding of the hearsay had only begun to spread around. Without having much information to back it on, they were left mostly to their imagination, only knowing that they seemed to be pretty popular amongst the ones who frequented their streams. 

“Do you have a photo?” Her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull when they fished their phone out. Within a few seconds of scrolling, they presented the one image they had. 

Seonghwa kept his fingers moving and body still, glancing out of the corner of his eyes. 

The image was blurry, clearly taken from someone’s computer screen, with broken lines cutting across the frame. All that could be seen were a pair of lips, laced up in a smirk, with something that looked like a feather being situated in the middle of their partially exposed torso– appearing to be more of a motion rather than an actual pose. 

“What the hell! This is such a shit picture.” Julie grabbed the phone, seemingly trying to render the picture quality with her eyes. She was ceremoniously interrupted by Giselle’s rough snatch of her partner’s phone, casting a glare in her direction.

“Well it’s not like we took it. If you wanna go and see the person clearer, go fucking watch their stream yourself.” Giselle grunted.

“No way, I have a roommate and I don’t want them seeing me watch that.” Julie made a small face of disgust, unknowingly making Seonghwa feel a tinge of hurt before she relaxed herself against his shoulder. 

“Besides, I'll get too jealous.” 

Giselle’s partner brought his attention over to Seonghwa, noticing his lack of response during the entire conversation. 

“What do you think, Hwa?” 

The boy hummed in response, looking up from his laptop to all eyes being placed on him. He couldn’t help the small smile that was forming inside of him at the curiosity of his friends. It felt all familiar to the lengths of desperation of the ones who came to join him during his nightly sessions.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Thursday, May 14th – 23:45 PM 

Time streaming: 1:25:57 

“Wow, wow would you look at the time? I suppose I should start getting ready for my needy puppies shouldn’t I?” 

The corners of his pink glossed lips curved up into a smirk, leaning over and taking a small drag of something off screen. He leans back into his chair, purposefully allowing his legs to fall open as he slowly blows it out towards the camera, timing his hand running from his neck to his chest all the way down to his semi hard bulge through his sparkly black fleshed bottoms. He takes the time to tug at the waistband before letting it snap back against his skin, flashing his teeth at the speed of the comments. 

Seonghwa lets out a short hum, lulling his finger over some of the comments before it stops on one in particular, having donated a large sum of money in the form of cat ears to him. 

msoong_998: you’re such a tease. just take your clothes off for us already. 

Though the viewers couldn’t see his eyes, thanks to the angle of the camera, they narrowed instinctively. 

This person had the audacity to rush him into his work while paying him so much money? They came here for him and want things to be quick? 

How pathetic and desperate.

What a perfect little puppy for him. 

He had every intention to make him his special target for tonight. 

“Hm, this person, msoong? Right?” He spoke lazily, the bottom of his tongue swiping out. 

“You’re demanding me to get ready fast for you? So you can jerk yourself off and be done with me? You’re so needy and desperate it’s borderline pathetic. ” He hides a small chuckle behind his hand, moving his legs over the arms of the chair. The comments flood in, some criticizing the commenter and the other ogling over his body becoming more and more loose and exposed to the camera.

Seonghwa dismisses them all with a light wave of his hand, satisfied with what he has seen, in desire for something better. 

“Now, don’t be mean to him. He doesn’t know any better. He can’t help being so weak. Clearly some of us are so used to being with people who will put out quick. All we need is a little..obedience would you say?” 

It takes only but a few minutes for him to prepare himself, and in tow his audience, setting a small collar on a hook just below the camera with the end of the leash within his grasp. He excuses himself with slow strides, only disappearing for a moment before he returns with something that he deems to be more “comfortable” for him to train his little puppies in. 

Dawning a black crop top, two sparkly belly chains and fuzzy toothless knee highs, he rests himself comfortably back in his earlier position, taking the end of the loop between his fingers. 

“All puppies need a little bit of training. How lucky you all are that I’m the best teacher.”

The ding of donations flooding in brings a wide smile to Seonghwa’s face, leaning into the camera to show off the sheen of his raspberry scented skin, glistening under the glow of his assorted warm toned lights. He made an effort to adjust the edge of his high socks, humming at the snap of it against his skin.

“Oh! I almost forgot~” He spoke in a sing song tone, moving his rolling chair back to make room as he stood. 

For the first time ever, he brought his whole face into view with only a black lace masquerade mask obscuring the upper portion. His blue lensed eyes glimmered against the screen, almost standing out against his bubblegum pink hair.

“Am I pretty?” He questioned cutely, cocking his head to the side with a heated look in his eyes. 

puppup_yu: fuck, i would love to see those pretty eyes looking up at me from between my legs.

Seonghwa bit the corner of his lip from the comment, feeling himself getting more excited by the filth being thrown his way that he almost forgot about the task at hand. He playfully rolled his eyes, clapping his hands together to bring everyone’s attention back.

“Now, to train you all very well, I brought in an adorable little puppy to use as a reference. Please send lots of paws and love to him, okay?”

Straightening himself, he lifted his hands to wave at someone off screen. A sound of jingles could be heard as a smaller man crawled into view on all fours, clearly trembling as he kept his eyes trained on Seonghwa.

He wore nothing except for a pair of hazelnut floppy ears, a bone gag strapped securely in his mouth and the jingling dog collar— reading “Joongie” when reflected against the light. 

Once in front of the taller man, he sat in wait, panting and clearly covered in a thinly veiled sheen of sweat, leaving it very clear to the viewers that he had been aroused in some manner prior to introducing himself to Seonghwa’s audience.

That, and the blue ring secured around his flushed cock.

“This is my puppy, Hongjoongie. Isn’t he adorable?” 

It wasn’t a question really, at least Hongjoong was sure of it.

But his mind didn’t let him ponder on it for too long when those same pair of blue eyes came down into his view, smiling like a cat who was ready to devour him.

It took everything in his power to not whimper at the finger that hooked around the loop of his collar to pull him closer, and the following tongue that ran over the bone and his lips. He dug his nails into his palm to hold himself still as Seonghwa repeated the action two more times before kissing over it and on his forehead.

“My helpless little fuck toy.” Seonghwa breathed into his face, the mix of fruit and sweets hitting Hongjoong’s senses, instinctively making him let out a small groan.

Something about the reaction pleased Seonghwa, being kind enough to reach behind his head and release the bone from his mouth. The brunette immediately panted, tongue slightly lulled out of his mouth.

“Do you know why I have to put this bone in his mouth?” Seonghwa asked the audience, waving it to and fro in his hand.

“It’s so that he will obey orders and know not to speak out of line.” He said cheerfully, placing the gag off to the side. Once in view again, his demeanor changed, staring straight into the camera with burning eyes.

“Rule number one, always obey your owner. Right msoong?”

He plopped back down into his chair, now facing Hongjoong, and leaned back comfortably, rolling his head over and chuckling lightly.

“Let’s begin, yes?”

He turned his attention back to Hongjoong. “Up.” 

Without hesitation, the puppy boy’s upper body rose, not letting his knees up from the ground as he moved closer to the chair and immediately stripped Seonghwa’s lower half, being careful not to move the socks he had on, seeing the intense stare on his every move.

Hongjoong wondered in the back of his head how long Seonghwa had been going, given how hard he was once the cold air hit him and the amount of precum glistening his tip and along the inside of his bottoms.

He really held himself back.

Satisfied, he leaned back onto his heels and waited for further instructions.

“See how I didn’t have to tell him anything? He already knew what to do.” Seonghwa bit his finger, spreading his legs wider and motioning with a nod of his head for Hongjoong to continue.

The brunette felt his heart pounding in his chest as he ran his pierced tongue over Seonghwa’s balls, the combination of being watched by him and all of the viewers in the livestream filling him with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, egging him on to do more to please the gorgeous man in front of him. 

Against what he was originally trained and told to do, Hongjoong slapped Seonghwa’s cock lewdly against his tongue, holding his mouth wide open for everyone to watch the member slide back and forth against his tongue. A sharp curl of his tongue to the underside of the taller man’s cock sent a shiver up his spine, letting out a shaky breath. 

“Is that how you want to play, puppy?” Seonghwa tried to keep his voice leveled, fisting one hand into Hongjoong’s hair, giving it a pull hard enough to make him let out a small gasp in surprise. His smirk widened as he adjusted himself, swinging one leg behind the back of Hongjoong’s head to hold him in place. 

Without saying a word, he moved Hongjoong’s head up and down, changing between fucking his face roughly and slowly filling every inch of his mouth, smiling deviously when the little puppy boy’s body began to tremble, drool pouring out of the corners of his mouth. 

The chat flooded with a slew of curses and praises towards Seonghwa and Hongjoong– mixed between some of them wanting to be in Hongjoong’s place while others professed wanting Seonghwa to be on their knees for them. 

A small laugh bubbled in his throat followed by a shaky moan, feeling his hips twitch as the brunette tried to play his game against him once more, timing the flicks of his tongue with Seonghwa’s pace.

If he could just get Seonghwa to fold a little bit, maybe he will get his reward a bit sooner and more sweetly than before. 

But, unfortunately for him, he could not have been more wrong. 

Suddenly, another hand threaded through his hair and held him to a complete stop. His eyes flickered up in an instant, nearly shrinking back at the joker-like smile that threaded across the camboy’s face, panting like a beast as he stared at him down. 

“I think we’re ready to go over our second rule.” Seonghwa leaned forward, uncaring about the yelp that left the boy and his breath ghosted over his face. Hongjoong peered at him through cracked open eyes, eyebrows furrowing from the pain.

“Never, ever, try to beat your owner at their own game. It just won’t end the way you think. You go the owner’s way, or no way at all.” He gritted out, releasing one section of his hair to slap his dick across Hongjoong’s face. The boy could only sit there in humiliation as he continued to be slapped across his cheeks, with Seonghwa degrading him. 

You think you run this game, huh? Do you think you’re the master? 

A pathetic slut like you? You could never get one over me. 

“You want it that badly?” He spat, gripping his chin and holding it up. 

Hongjoong wasn’t sure if answering would be the best option in this scenario, just as he wasn’t entirely clear on Seonghwa’s real feelings at the moment. 

“Speak.” He commanded, making Hongjoong whimper in response. 

“I-I” His voice quivered, crumbling like a cookie under Seonghwa’s intense gaze. His cheeks blazed when he felt himself twitch at the position he was in. 

“It’s okay. I get it. I understand.” Seonghwa spoke shortly, the chair creaking as he leaned back into it once more. With a kick of his foot, he closed the smallest gap between Hongjoong and the chair and tightened the grip of his calf and thigh around Hongjoong’s head.

Without warning, he pushed himself back into Hongjoong’s mouth and held him down, nearly squishing the brunette’s nose against his abdomen. 

“Take it then.”

Hongjoong’s throat struggled to remain lax as his eyes flew open, instinctively grabbing onto Seonghwa’s leg to support himself. His heart pounded in his ears as he tried to adjust his position underneath the man’s leg, only to find the elder tightening his hold on him. From one lookup and meeting his eyes, it was clear that he was not going to be able to get out of this easily. 

All the viewers could do was merely comment and spam donations in response to the scene in front of them. 

What Seonghwa forgot to mention to Hongjoong prior to their plan was that the donations would be read out loud. 

“Make him show us what’s in his mouth.” - $20

“I can practically see his tail wagging from here.” - $35

“God, I wish I could see it from closer up” - $20

His cheeks flushed bright red as he swallowed around his tip with each movement of his head, everything around him slowly becoming fuzzy in his head. He couldn’t think straight anymore– the only thing processing in his face was pleasing the man in front of him and this ring was still attached to him. 

It felt so deliciously good and painful. 

“G-God~” Seonghwa’s voice brought his mind somewhat back, realizing that at some point in his lust filled haze, that he had completely disregarded his appearance and demeanor– letting all of the drool pour from the corner of his lips alongside the filthy sounds of him slurping up every last bit of him into his mouth. 

He failed to notice the way Seonghwa’s body laxed more into the cushion of his chair and the thin coat of sweat that began to cover his body, and between his tensed, shaky thighs. 

That image alone drove Hongjoong closer to the edge. 

Keeping his eyes locked onto him, he rolled his shoulders back to get more comfortable in his position, dancing his fingertips against his outer thigh, letting him continue to maneuver his head faster and faster until he was practically singing for everyone. 

It all feels so good..

With one more shaky thrust upwards, Seonghwa sharply inhaled as Hongjoong’s mouth fell open for him without any command, watching himself shoot beads of cum all over the puppy’s soft, plump tongue. His eyebrows pinched up with a long shaky moan, eyes locked on the movement of his tongue across the slit, collecting every last bit.

“My good boy~” He practically cooed, yanking Hongjoong up by his collar into a messy kiss. 

His limbs wrapped lazily around Hongjoong’s body, mapping out every inch of his mouth with a firm hold onto his chin, moaning shamelessly. His free hand snakes down his body, forcing the brunette’s body to press closer to him, smirking against his lips at the sharp inhale that comes out when their cocks rub against each other. 

“Do you like it?” He breathes against his lips sweetly with a wide smile, only enough so that Hongjoong could hear. The boy only manages to nod before diving back in for more kisses, rutting against him desperately. 

Seonghwa breaks the kiss quickly with a chuckle, pushing Hongjoong’s face away whilst licking his lips. 

“I asked you a question.” Seonghwa speaks to him, cocking his head to the side.

And I wish you would take this damn ring off of me and just let me fuck you already– is what he would have said if he weren’t in this position right now. Every inch of his body felt like it was on fire, his ears had the slightest ring to them that was just enough to drown out the continued ping sounds coming from the computer. 

All he wanted was to be given what he wanted. 

Just a little bit longer. Just follow his orders.

Hongjoong heaved out heavy breaths, eyes blown out as he brought his head back in front of the cocky camboy. 

“I like whatever you are willing to give to me.” He looked between his lips and his eyes, noticing the way Seonghwa’s pupils dilated at his words. 

The grip of his hands against his hips sent an unexpected moan out of Seonghwa’s mouth, unsure how to feel about the fact that his puppy, who was needily sucking him off a minute ago, was able to make him bend so easily, looking damn near ready to devour him at the slightest motion to do so. 

If he was being completely honest, he would have let him do it sooner if he wasn’t so hell bent on torturing the two of them and, in turn, everyone else. 

“So are you willing to give yourself to me? Let me make you feel good like you deserve?” He questioned. 

Everything he said seemed to be correct, if the way Seonghwa’s legs slid further open were anything to go by. But, before he could celebrate the success of his seduction, Seonghwa brushed his fingers against his neck, pulling him closer until his teeth grazed against his ear. 

“I want you hungry for me. And I don’t think you’re there yet.” 

And there was that disgustingly sweet tone again. 

Hongjoong bowed his head onto Seonghwa’s shoulder, nipping at the area and feeling the camboy’s hands roam wherever they could reach from this angle. 

“So, let’s play a little bit more.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Mm, you all have been so patient for me, I can see all of your– god your tongue feels so good– begging from here.” 

Seonghwa tried to continue speaking to his audience through fluttering lashes and a very clear flushed upper body. The rest of him, which had become slightly obscured due to the angle he was at, had found itself over the arm of the futon, securely and comfortably situated on top of a plush pillow. 

At the end of the futon, sitting comfortably on a small stool, Hongjoong buried his head between the camboy’s cheeks, staring at the curve of his lower back where he could imagine what his facial expressions must be with every sharp curve of his tongue and the subtle way it slipped out to lap at his balls before diving right back in. 

The shyness had long subsided by the time they made it over here, stripping more of Seonghwa’s clothing off as they bit and kissed at each other’s skin, that the sounds fell naturally from Hongjoong’s mouth– ranging between guttural groans and deep hums, matching the stifled moans that were threatening to fall from Seonghwa’s mouth. 

His fingers shook as he scrolled through the comments, eyes slowly becoming unfocused from the methodical tongue fucking. 

jbear_00: tell us how he feels for you. Is your precious puppy eating you well?

He barely finished reading the rest of the comment before his head dropped down, a quivering whimper forcing its way out from between his bite-swollen lips, eyes nearly rolling at the drag of his pierced tongue against his prostate.

“Don’t bow your head away from it now— All of our attention and to have every last one of us wanting you. Wanting to be inside of you and hear all of those slutty little moans come out for us. Aren’t we doing good for you, master?” Hongjoong baited him, all of his sadistic behavior he had been holding back flowing out of him at once— having him practically laughing at him.

Seonghwa gritted his teeth as his thighs shook for the third time tonight, Hongjoong chuckling as he lapped over his hole messily, slurping noisily over it just to see the man’s body bow lower in feigned resistance.

“So join us~” He heaved out with a hum, lewdly spreading his cheeks apart as he ran three fingers over the spasming pucker, sure as anything that he could take them without even asking.

“In our desperate craving for release~”

“I-I don’t need you prep me- AH!” His eyes widened in an instant, unable to control the sounds that came out of his mouth, melded together in shock and pleasure from the delicious stretch of Hongjoong’s fingers. He looked back over his shoulder in slight disbelief, only to let out a small whimper from the eyes that met his. 

Hongjoong leaned himself as much as he could over Seonghwa’s back, eyes laser focused on with a deviant smile, kissing along his spine as he plunged his fingers at an inconsistent pace. The pads of his fingers ran along every edge inside of him, making a game out of deliberately skipping over his prostate to massage the area directly next to it. 

Was it a bit mean? Yes. But Seonghwa deserved it. 

“Have your way with him, Joong.” ~ $50

His eyes flickered upward, looking directly at the donation amount. His lips pulled up even further, adjusting himself to hold Seonghwa’s lower body downward, suddenly increasing the speed of his fingers to abuse the bundle inside of him, immediately erupting a slew of curses from the camboy. 

“Hm, why don’t you all tell me exactly what you want?” He beckoned, looking down at Seonghwa’s now shaking form, slyly rutting himself back against Hongjoong’s fingers. 

From the shine of the computer screen, it was clear now that Seonghwa had fallen right into the place that he was in– as much as he desperately tried to fight it. 

But they both knew exactly how Seonghwa was, the side of himself that he didn’t dare to show to the audience. The side of him that Hongjoong had seen more than enough to know that he wasn’t going to be able to last or hold on much longer once he pushed him a bit more. 

Perfect. 

A simple sharp tug of his pink locks had Seonghwa’s face, flushed with dribbles of drool running down, exposed completely to the audience. 

“You’re being rude, Hwa. You should look at the people who have been waiting so long to see you like this.” He taunted, bringing his lips closer to his mouth as his fingers curled upward. 

“You look so beautiful like this.” 

“Please.” Seonghwa’s eyes rolled shut, pushing himself back quickly against his fingers as he looked back at him again, a blissed out smile crossing his face as he nodded at him. 

The two of them barely waited for the audience to process what was going on before the ring was ceremoniously pulled off of Hongjoong with a deep chested groan. Seonghwa adjusted his position, letting his head rest to the side– still within the view of the audience as he winked at them. 

“Ruin him, Hongjoong.” ~ $50

“God, this is gonna be so messy.” ~$70

“Make him forget his own name.” ~ $100

“With pleasure.” Hongjoong heaved out, gritting his teeth at the way Seonghwa’s hips swayed side to side to entice him. 

It took him tightening every muscle in his body to keep himself from immediately cumming at the walm tightness that surrounded him, mixed with the whorish moans that left Seonghwa’s mouth. 

He felt himself pulsing inside of the man, letting out a shaky breath when the boy clenched around him. 

The angle alone from the camera was driving him insane as he started to rock at a steady pace, noticing the way that Seonghwa’s fingers curled around the fabric of the futon, trying to ground himself in any way possible as he wasted no time pushing himself back to meet Hongjoong halfway. 

“F-Fuck, you’re so t-thick!” Seonghwa’s voice barely came out, his bottom lip quivering at the affirmed hold to his hips. The stretch and burn of every thrust had him nearly gasping, completely forgetting about those on the other side of the computer, watching him pathetically whine. 

He looked so beautiful like this, exactly how everyone would want him to look. 

His mouth dropped open with cracked eyes, only seeing through his blurry vision the way Hongjoong was moving him back and forth against his cock– only noticing half way through that his hands had moved away, growling as he watched Seonghwa. 

The wanton look on his face melted away effortlessly, smiling wide. 

“Look at how much he likes it~” He breathed out, sliding his fingers into his mouth and ignoring the mess he was making on his pillow sheets as he slid himself all the way down on his cock before pulling back, humming as the tip got caught on his rim. 

He kept his motions fluid, alternating swiftly between bouncing himself quickly and slowing himself down, feeling his movements suddenly come to a stop when Hongjoong’s hand came down on his cheek. 

“AH!” 

He felt a sharp bite to the middle of his back, body arching as another hit came to his cheek.

“Stop being a fucking brat or I’ll make you choke on it.” 

“Mm~, that sounds nice- S-Shit!!” 

Two forceful hands curled around his shoulders and roughly yanked him back against him, completely ignoring the escalation of Seonghwa’s screaming moans as he chased the powerful release that was rapidly approaching with every thrust. One hand snaked around to the camboy’s throat, squeezing it tightly in his hold. 

“H-Hong..!”

“Shut the fuck up and you better not let anything spill out.” He growled into his ear as a wide smirk crossed his face. He bit down on Seonghwa’s shoulder as he fucked his cum up into him, sluring obscenities into his skin.

You like that? You like your slutty hole being filled up? 

You were waiting for this weren’t you? You were just waiting for someone to make a mess of you.

Tell them you like it. 

“I do!! I like it~” Seonghwa brokenly cried out, tone falling into a high pitch whine as he shot ribbon upon ribbon onto his pillow, some even landing onto the futon sheet. He fell forward once Hongjoong let him go, his blurry blue eyes rolled up to the camera with a dazed smile. 

The top donation was lined at the top, with pink and purple bows and sparkles lined around the border of the banner. 

“You’re the sexiest of all time” - msoong_998: $350

Hongjoong spread Seonghwa’s cheeks apart, cursing under his breath as he slowly pulled out, immediately grabbing the camera to film his backside. 

The camboy helped himself with keeping his cheeks spread as he let everything spill down his balls in a blob onto the pillow and the arm of the futon. The brunette helped himself to sliding his fingers inside to scoop some of it out, chuckling at the sensitive whine he received in response before moving the camera back in front of Seonghwa, noticing his mouth was already open for him. 

He swirled his tongue around the digits meticulously with heated eyes on the camera and, in turn on his puppy, before he kissed his fingertips.

“Thank you for watching~ ♡”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“..ello?”

“Hello! Earth to Seonghwa!”

In an instant, he was back at his university campus, sitting around the picnic table with his friends, almost completely forgetting that they were asking him something before his brain bullied him for however long he was zoning out for. 

And he hoped to god Julie wouldn’t see how hard he was from here. 

“S-Sorry.” He lightly excused, clearing his throat while lowering the screen of his computer. “What was the question again?”

“We were asking you what you thought about the cam guy? Who do you think he is?” Julie pestered, pointing his arm with impatience. 

Seonghwa looked back over the photo, cocking his head to the side as he looked back up at his friends with a small chuckle. 

“I don’t know. But whoever it is, it’s none of our business. It’s their life, they can do whatever they want.” 

The three of them nodded, with Giselle’s eyes lingering on Seonghwa a bit longer before eventually dropping it, perking at her friend that was making his way across campus. She called out to him, waving when he stopped to look in her direction. 

Seonghwa looked over his shoulder with him and Hongjoong immediately making eye contact. Although it was short lived, he couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as the brunette’s face got red, instantly bolting his way towards the school parking lot. 

“What was that about?” Giselle’s partner questioned with a confused look. 

“Not sure.” Seonghwa responded as he watched the small man hop into his car. “But he’s very cute.”

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[grandpizzaponypie]

Stack actively keeping tabs and checking which Record Shop was selling Sammies works, making sure to get to there just before closing as the sun going down so he can get a first addition.

Stack sending someone out to get a signed copy of onna Sammie’s albums for his collection.

Sammy’s worst critics disappearing without a trace after Stack and Marry been to town.

Stack and Marry going back and buried all em when the night came the next day.

The land legally belonging to Stack, only thing there to this day being the graves of his loved ones, just an empty plot with beautiful flowers and a few strangely always kept graves.

they def also looked after lil Lisa too

I don’t care for this agenda that Grace didn’t care for them either, she did but knew her limits. The way she spoke with the twins was like an annoyed sister who ain’t see her trouble making brothers in a real long time.

Cornbreads wife and child ?

I know I know I know ppl hate sequels/ beating a dead horse but omfg I would love an expansion on this universe.

THEY HAD REFLECTIVE EYES LIKE ANIMALS AND FOR ONCE REACTED TO GARLIC

the existence of vampire hunting choctaw ppl is so inspired like hello

How long has this Remmick vs Choctaw beef been going on. How long has Remmick been in the delta???

Also Remmick is old asl, hes shown to be calculating when he wants to, which ment for those centuries he wasn’t fucking around turning everyone he met, Sammie ability’s triggered something in him.

In the beginning of the movie they talk about all sorts of ppl form different cultures who were like Sammie, and I’ve seen the idea floating around that Remmick was one of them when he was human.

And I think prolly feeling someone truly like him after CENTURIES put him on the deep end, changing and killing anyone to get to Sammy.

In all those decades he never met no one like him, (them ?)

WITCHES !!!!!!!! Annie definitely wasn’t a witch I believe there is a proper term for what she was and I won’t speak on sum I’m not well informed on but we know from her Hoodoo practices that people could actually do “magic” in that universe

VAMPIRES FLYING, but then again I seen ppl connecting it specifically back to Remmick and his culture

What are the different classifications of vampires in the sinners universe, there is clearly a hierarchy, and physically differences for vampires. Although we mostly jsut see different eye colors, Remmicks elongated nails and fair greater amount of sharp teeth hints at more

Hive mind vampires ???!!?!?!!?!?

Also the vampires bite mirroring a werewolf one, turn no matter what ?!?!?!

Which also goes into the conversation of what does feeding look like if that’s not the goal

I think sinners shows us a lot,

A) original black story’s are important and do bring people in

B) we’re truly in a supernatural media revival and I’m so so here for it

C) PPL OF COLOR IN SUPERNATURAL AND HOROR

D) its not hard to properly show a darkskin black women as a MAIN love interest

C) “Cinematic universe” aren’t bad, just don’t go the lazy way out.

[radio-writes]

For the event, would something like this work?

"You won

I didn't deserve any of this

This will be the last time you lie to me"

But There's Something Latching Onto My Throat

300 Followers Event

Warnings: Cannibalism, minor character deaths, blood, manipulation

Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, relationship can be read in any way

MDNI

"Oh don't you look so cute down there, my dear. Green really is your color." It was hard not to miss the mockery in Alastor's tone as he looked down at you from the bed.

You kept your head down, hands balled into fists as you glared at the glowing green chains cuffed around your wrists.

"You really ought to know your limits, dear. And I say this for your sake, of course!" The demon continued, a red claw coming down to play with the chain. "I mean, did you really think you had a chance in the first place? You really are so cute, I could almost eat you." He laughed at his own sick joke.

Your gaze followed the chain as it swayed lightly; from the cuffs around your wrists, to the bedpost it was tied to, to the red finger it wrapped around.

You finally meet Alastor's gaze, his smile calm and mocking as he lied on the bed, feet kicking childishly in air. You could feel your blood boiling as you tried to hold your tongue.

"But no, I couldn't possibly do that to you, my dear." He didn't really seem to care that you just sat there glaring at him from the floor. "Besides, I'm still quite full, you know, having just eaten your little friends and all."

Your jaw clenched, nails digging into your palms as you tried to hold yourself back. You tried hard not to think about them. How they heard you were still alive, how they spent months scheming to try to help you escape.

How they struggled to their last breaths as this horrid man dropped them into his mouth.

"Oh, their screams of terror made such perfect tunes to accompany my meal." Alastor sighed contently. "And don't get me started, on how crunchy their bones were. Except for that heavier fellow, no, he was rather chewy—"

"Enough!"

The sound of your own voice surprised even you.

Your body had moved almost on it's own. You had stood up, yanking at your wrists. The chain pulled Alastor forward by the link he played with. 

"You won, Alastor. I get it." You hissed at him, glaring down at the demon that held you captive with as much fury as you could muster.

Alastor's eyes were wide for a moment, before he started laughing just a second later. He moved to sit up, "Now, I don't see what you're so angry about. You're the one that put your friends on the line, not me."

"The bet was if I lost I'd never see them again! Not that you would—" You tried to fight back the bile that rose to your throat, "eat them!" 

Alastor rolled his eyes as if he found your outburst to be far too overdramatic. "You weren't specific enough, that isn't my fault, my dear."

"You're sick." You snapped at him.

"And you're being unfair, my darling." Alastor said.

"I haven't ever done anything unprompted. You're the one that came to me to sell your soul. You're the one that snuck out. You're the one that insisted we make a bet, instead of just accepting your punishment." Each time he blamed you he gave the chain he held a harsh tug. "And you're the one that placed your friends' lives as prizes." 

Alastor remained sat on the plush bed, seemingly as relaxed as ever as he continued to play with the chains in his hands. "If anything, I have been more than fair to you, my dear."

You were far too close to him than you would have ever liked to be. At this distance, you couldn't even try to hide the tears that stung in your eyes as he spoke. You weren't sure anymore if it was from anger, indignation, or just the sheer overwhelming grief over all you've lost to this man.

"Fair? You've been fair to me? You sold me out to fucking Valentino, I had no choice but to beg for your protection!" You didn't even care anymore that your voice shook as you spoke.

Alastor waved a hand in your direction, as if physically brushing off your words. "I'm sure you had plenty of other options besides begging me to take your soul, but we can agree to disagree, I suppose."

You almost snarled at him.

"You've locked me up in this god forsaken radio tower for decades!" You yanked back at your hands, standing up straighter as you looked down at him.

"For your protection, of course." Alastor only smiled wider—and it sickened you.

You felt like the room was getting smaller, the air a little thinner.

"You've kept me from everyone I cared about, half the people I knew thought I was dead!" Your voice rose in volume, your heart pounded so loudly you swore you could hear each beat. 

"I thought if I behaved, if I just did what you said, if I just followed you, you'd let me go already! But I- I—" You could feel the hot blood rushing through body, every nerve on edge, every cell singing.

And then it was quiet; you couldn't feel anything at all. 

Your shoulders slump and your eyes fall to the glowing green cuffs that bound your wrists.

"I don't deserve any of this." You said softly. 

A hum cut through the silence, soft static coming back to life.

"You are correct to some degree, my darling. You don't deserve any of this pain, this suffering." Alastor said, bringing your attention back to him.

There he sat, just as he was, unbothered by your shouting.

"You don't deserve scum of the earth pretending to be your friends while they try to lure you back into Valentino's well...office." His fingers playfully danced up the chain he held. He didn't meet your eyes as he grinned down at it.

"What?" You felt just a tiny bit unsteady, his words hadn't fully sunk in yet.

"Oh, you know I'd do anything to protect you, my darling. Plus, it's my half of the bargain after all, to keep you safe and away from that stupid moth's hands." Alastor met your unsure eyes. He finally stood up, the chain clinking in his grip as he closed the space between you.

"When I heard that a group of lowly sinners planned to con my dear partner into a new contract, I didn't worry much." He leaned down closer to your height so your dazed watery eyes can see him more clearly.

"After all, I thought better of you. You had to be smart enough not to fall for something so dull. Something so poorly planned." 

He slowly walked behind you, circling around you in a familiar way that almost made you want to shrink away and hide.

"But no, I suppose that was a mistake on my part. I hadn't taken into account how desperate you had gotten for company. You'd even cling onto whores who called you every insult under Hell's hot sun."

You see your friends, smiles wide, relieved, when they first saw you again. The rumors were true, you were alive. They could free you.

"They'd never." Your voice spoke out on its own, but it was soft. So soft that you doubted Alastor even heard it.

"Oh, what was it they called you? A bimbo, a slut, a whore?" He counted off on his fingers as he went on. "I'm pretty sure they said something about you being just an entertaining hole at some point—"

We'll get you out of there. We'll keep you safe.

"They would never say any of that." Your voice was louder now, just a little bit surer.

He finally stopped walking when he was in front of you again. He brought his hand up, knuckles gently caressing your cheek, barely grazing your skin.

The touch almost snapped you back to life. His soft touches, almost loving, had never once been genuine.

He was lying.

"Oh, but they did! Believe me, I was as shocked as you were. The vulgarity of it all—"

There was a sound of metal clinking, a struggle, bodies hitting the floor.

"This is will be the last fucking time you lie to me, Alastor."

You glared at him below you, the green chains tangled and wrapped around his neck as his claws gripped at it.

"I will not let you turn me against the few people I cared about. Double dead or not." You yanked your wrists back, causing the chains around Alastor's throat to tighten.

"Why you ungrateful little wretch." Alastor snarled, his eyes had gone black and you stared down defiantly at radio dials.

"Do you really want all of Hell to hear you begging for mercy?" 

Static prickled against your skin.

The room was steadily growing darker, shadows creeping around you as you kept the demon pinned down on the floor. His antlers grew as he smiled wickedly up at you.

"Try it." You dared him, unwavering.

"And I will use every last breath to tell everyone in Hell about that pretty little collar around your neck."

You swore you heard him growl at you, felt his chest vibrating beneath your body.

You pulled at your restraints again. Alastor's claws scratched at his own skin as he grasped at the glowing metal, trying to keep it from crushing his throat.

You matched his stupid grin with one of your own. 

Sure, you absolutely might die tonight. But seeing the great Radio Demon brought down to the floor, his own leash choking him, was just the perfect parting gift.

You leaned down closer, the tip of your nose brushing against his as his warm breath washed over your skin.

"Green, is absolutely your color too, Al."

[frenchkisstheabyss]

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♡ Coming at you babes with another anon ask. I can't say enough how much I appreciate that you guys trust me to tell emotional stories for, ya'll. Enjoy! ♡

♡Pairing: idol!bang chan! x curvy!fem!reader

♡Summary: You're faced with a tough decision when a slip-up by your best friend complicates your friends-with-benefits relationship

♡Genre: angst/smut/fluff

♡Word Count: 1.5kish

Warnings: unprotected sex, strong language, & that's basically it babes

Beneath the lush flesh of your belly that Chan sculpts to fill the palms of his intricately veined hands, your stomach muscles contract at the forward motion of your hips. Synestia. It’s the molten ring that forms when two planets collide. The human mind can’t begin to fathom heat of that magnitude but the warmth emanating through your body from having his cock this deep inside of you must come close.

You’ve been on top of him for an eternity it seems, making slow, deliberate circles with your hips as he pulses within your silken walls. An eternity, he thinks, staring up at your divinely curved figure, will never be enough. Your head’s thrown back, parted lips infusing the air with moans so angelic it’s sinful. Chan runs his hands up your chest, rounding your breasts, thumbs grazing the rigid peaks of your nipples before meeting at the base of your throat.

With his other fingers laced around the back of your neck, he tilts your head forward. Chan breathes in as if he’s seeing you for the first time, mesmerized by your beauty. So mesmerized, in fact, that the sight of you coming undone as he thrusts into you makes him say the absolute dumbest shit you’ve ever heard your best friend say.

“Fuck, y/n” he whispers, “I love you…”

And everything stops. 

Only it doesn’t. You’re still in the throes of ecstasy, coming hard around him, drenching the hotel sheets in your juices. He didn’t say that. He couldn’t have. You roll off of him, quivering limbs retreating to the corner of the bed. The color drains from his face, the gravity of his words stealing the earth from beneath him. “I…I didn’t mean that” he stutters, this sudden feeling of vulnerability making him pull the sheets over his naked body. “I was just…I…” “Caught up in the moment” you add, eager to rush this conversation along. 

“Yeah, that! I didn’t mean…I wouldn’t say. I mean, I do love you but not like that. Like I love Felix or Han…” “Do you fuck Felix and Han?” You could kick yourself for how bitter that came out. You aren’t angry that he’s taking back what he said. Chan’s your best friend, of course, you love each other but romantically? This wasn’t romantic. This was just sex.

Mindblowing, earth-shattering, soul-bending sex but just sex nonetheless. Summoning what little strength you have in your body, you stumble to your feet and throw your clothes back on. Your sweatpants are probably backward. You’re only wearing one sock but you slip your sneakers on anyway. 

“I should go…” 

“Should we talk?” he asks, getting up to help you gather your things. 

“No. I’m good. It’s cool” you lie, grabbing your keys from the nightstand. 

Chan knows you’re lying but there’s no time to question you about it. You’re out of the door, yelling back at him that you’ll see him tomorrow, faster than he can process your absence.

“You fucking idiot!” you scream, wringing your hands around the steering wheel. With the windows up and the radio blasting, the other drivers can’t hear you but they can see you and you’re kind of losing your shit. Thankfully, the light turns green and you turn onto a street where you can curse the gods in peace. How could he do this? The two of you agreed from the start that things would never get to this point.

You promised each other that you’d never let your sexual feelings make you say something as silly as “I love you.” Chan should’ve never come back to visit. Your friendship should’ve been limited to FaceTime while he was in the studio or quick texts between TV appearances. The moment he started taking time out of his schedule exclusively to visit you was the moment things went too far. 

“You fucking idiot!” you scream, unsure if this time it’s meant for you or Chan. A humming in your lap draws your attention down to your phone. A quick glance at it reveals a picture of the two of you at Disneyland last year, the contact name Channie hanging above it, sprinkled with heart and sparkle emojis that make you feel nauseous now. You ignore it, silently praying for the vibrations to stop.

To the left of you, there’s a convenience store glowing softly against the night. The neon sign in the window says “Open 24 Hours” and your eyes are drawn to the fully stocked freezer of ice cream in the back. It’s probably against your better judgment to stuff your face with ice cream at 2am. At the last minute, you whip into the parking lot, tires screeching. You clearly haven’t been using your better judgment up to this point. Why start now?

The elevator dings letting you off on your floor. “You still didn’t answer my question,” your friend says, her voice dancing sleepily from the phone pinched between your shoulder and ear. You dig a plastic spoon into the half-eaten pint of ice cream in your hand. A plastic bag overflowing with an assortment of other snacks dangles on your wrist, catching on your keys. “What question?” you ask through a mouthful of ice cream.

“If he meant it…” she repeats with emphasis on every word, “How would you have felt?” You laugh, chalking her insane question up to the fact that you woke her up to have this conversation, to begin with. “Well, he didn’t.” “But if he did…” “If he did then…well…” You hadn’t for a second considered the possibility that Chan could actually feel that way about you. But now that you have there’s this tingle in your chest and a warmth in your cheeks. 

“Well?”

“Well…” 

Turning the corner to your apartment you notice someone lingering by your door. The closer you get the clearer it becomes that it’s him. “I’m gonna have to call you back” you whisper, hanging up without even caring to say goodbye. It’s a pattern at this point. “Need some help?” he offers, plucking the keys from your hand. Chan pushes the door open, moving out of the way to let you through first. “It took you long enough to get here” he teases, scanning the bag around your wrist, “And I see why.”

“Look, ugh, what are you even doing here?” you huff, flopping down on the couch. You toss the snacks onto your coffee table, throwing your feet up beside them to unlace your sneakers. Chan follows behind you, immediately going to work unlacing your shoes. “You didn’t answer my calls.” “I was driving and I can do this myself,” you say but he already has you barefoot. Nearly barefoot aside from that one sock. Sitting down beside you on the couch, he places his hand on your knee, nervously picking at the material of your pants.

You’d brush his hand away but something tells you not to. Chan’s shoulders drop, a tinge of guilt seeping from his very being. “I fucked up didn’t I?” he asks and you can tell by the timbre of his voice that he’s tearing up a bit. There are words you want to say, words that need to be said but when you open your mouth only a faint croak comes out. The disconnect between your brain and your mouth is monumental, leaving you with little more to do than stare at the face of the best friend you might just lo… 

Chan nods his head, your silence confirming his suspicions, “Yeah, I fucked up…” He’s looking at you now with glossy brown eyes that make you come undone in a much different way than before. “But you’re my best friend so I shouldn’t lie to you, yeah?” You nod in agreement, subconsciously moving closer to him. He is the first person you go to when you need comfort after all. It’s muscle memory to go to him.

Nothing about tonight has changed that. “I do love you, y/n. Not like I love Felix or Han or Changbin. I love you like…like any man would a woman he stops the world to come see and I’m sorry if that means you hate me.” “I love you too…” you blurt out. There they are. The words you couldn’t get out. Your brain and your mouth are in sync again. Network connection strong. “You don’t have to say that…” You place your hand on his, stroking the soft skin, “I know but it’s true. I do. I…love you too.”

A silence louder than you’ve ever experienced lingers in the aftermath of your profession. Chan smiles, his cheeks going as rosy as you’ve ever seen them. You can’t stop yourself from kissing him and he doesn’t stop you either, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you on top of him. Having his lips against yours, nothing held back, gives you more of a rush than any orgasm ever has.

“So” he pants, only willing to break from the kiss for a millisecond before his tongue’s lapping at yours again, “does this mean you still wanna see me?” “Duh,” you giggle, sliding your hands under his black hoodie to caress his defined stomach. Chan grabs you by the wrists firmly enough to get your attention, “Only me?” You slip free of his grip, bringing your hands up to cradle his face, “Only you.” 

Synestia, the molten ring that forms when two planets collide, only lives for a short time before the scattered pieces come together, forming one magnificent, harmonious planet where chaos once existed.

[lemon-wedges]

Hello!!! I love your art and your style. I'd love to hear your inspirations behind how you draw and, in addition, hear a bit about your painting process (I love the impressionistic look your paintings have)

ahh!!! thank you so much ;u;

Ill tried my best to break down my thought process behind my drawing, so i hope this all makes sense aahaha

undercut cause it came out real long

SO Karl Gnass is an instructor that i took an anatomy class with. and who broke down anatomy in a way that really helped me grasp space. like space a figure occupies. and from that i think my characters feel a bit more...grounded? im not sure what the right word would be but tangible is something people sometimes say about my art.

And i do think when youre able to make a figure look like its really wrapping its hands around something it makes character interactions a lot more intimate.

heres a few under sketches i do when i start a drawing (i am trying REALLY hard not to use my nsfw ones tho those are pretty perfect when it comes to showing u anatomy RIP)

after i got the poses done ill turn down the opacity and rough sketch out details on top of these. and once THATS done i move onto lineart. and the most important aspect of this step is NOT TO TRACE YOUR UNDER DRAWING!!!! thats what sucks the life out of your work!!!!

instead you use your undersketch as a guide. ilI actually redraw the simple anatomy underneath very lightly, erase where they over lap and then add line weight variety + darken up the details.

examples of this are gonna look a little messy but. Left is the original pose i drew out with rough details. right is the drawing i do on top of it. you'll see theyre not one to one and theres some lines i didnt fully erase out when redoing the anatomy. i find my clean up has a lot more energy when i do this.

the thing about my style is that you'll notice i never actually do actual clean smooth lineart. and thats because i HATE DOING THAT SHIT. like i did learn how to do it and consistently forced myself to do it for over a year. and while i do think i learned a lot about line weight and drawing clearer. i realized? its just not for me. I like a textured brush and i like being able to see those small lines i didnt get to fully erase out because i think they look cool lol and thats ok!! do what you want forever man!!! its your art!!!

Also before i move onto painting ill show you this neat little trick. you know those more "loose" drawings of mine that feel more gestural? the begining process is exactly the same. the difference is i use a chunkier pen and try to see how much i can simplify details + just feel out the energy of lines

NOW PAINTING.

man. where to even start.

the thing about painting is that its an entire different set of skills that need to each be honed on their own and will slowly build up together. ill break it down like this.

VALUE, COLOR, and TECHNIQUE

I've said this on another ask before but you'll notice ill do a lot of black and white sketches. and i do that to practice choosing how to group values.

like this example. how light is laios' wolf coat compared to his skin? or kabrus skin color compard to laios coat. when do you want to really push the contrast of light and dark and when do you let values be closer to each other when you DONT want attention

the next step from this is adding a light source.

and when you're working in black and white its a lot easier to pay more attention where you want your light/how its gonna look like hitting youre characters and how far youre gonna push your shadows.

and you know if you get good at this you can play with limited color palletes

this is literally just be picking out blues and hitting the bottom with the gradient tool to light it up

NOW COLOR

is a lot harder and also very subjective. I do a ton of impressionist studies where i just color pick the fuck out of a piece to see what colors masters used + knowing the history of paint and what colors were available during that time period. +knowing what colors = what mood + knowing what colors to use when you want to be more realistic vs when you want to lean into more stylized+ what colors YOU specially incline towards + AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

its a lot and im actually still learning myself

But when i do a painting i collect a LOT of refrences of the kind of mood i want my own painting to feeling like. I've show the first example in another ask before but heres one from my latest labru too

WHen i actually start a painting tho they look like this. The top drawings are just flat colors with a simple outline of where i want the light to be hitting. like in my value studies im just trying to get the idea down, seeing what values need to be darker vs what is lighter. and how the light source covers the character.

figuring this out in the begining makes the rest of the painting so much easier because youve essentially made all the big compostion decisions NOW. from here you can start playing with colors.

my second stage, youll see with drawings at the bottom, is when i start using my texture brush to lay in extra shadows and just play with variety.

and then? i start rendering

that would be TECHNIQUE

And well....thats also something thats gonna be very subjective.

With my own style im not interested in rendering everything to perfection. Im trying to figure out how to texture hair/skin/clothes in ways that make them feel like the materials they are while also showing the energy of my brushstrokes.

I dont zoom in while i paint btw. everything i do is zoomed out so i can see the entire drawing. it helps me not tight up my strokes while also letting me build up all areas of the painting equally. the only time i zoom in is when im lining out the eyes/mouth of a character. and yeah. it drives me insane doing this because ITS SOOOOO Tempting to obsess over paint 1 area forever then zoom out and see that nothing matches lol

The other thing about my style of painting. Is that im not gonna use the exact same formula for every piece. like this isnt cell shading. you can have an idea of how to texture skin/clothes/hair and sometimes it looks great and beautiful in one painting and then it looks like shit in another. ive overhauled a lot of paintings multiple times because what i thought would work doesnt and ive had to force myself to explore and play with my brushstrokes. and you know? i wouldnt have it any other way. it means none of my paintings are gonna look alike! and i think thats pretty cool :D

ill leave you with this in the end. a painting im in the middle of doing and debating to overhaul cause im just not feeling the strokes. who knows what ill look like in the end

anyways i hope this helped a little? even if you look at all this and go. IM NEVER GONNA DRAW LIKE THIS BOZO ahahah

BUT I WISH YOU LUCK ON YOUR OWN ARTS :DDDD

[crowroboros]

top 3 favourite Link, Zelda, and Ganondorf designs?

Easy. Again this is about their designs and designs only.

Link -

The #1 design for Link goes to Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom's Link (Especially Link in TotK with the Archaic Set, though the Snowquill set is a close second)

By far Link's best look across the entire series. From his hair to the arm to just the general artstyle of this era, I absolutely love this design for him. I would love to see more creative ways to have him in that classic Legend of Zelda green like this. The classic green tunic and cap is lovely, I think spicing the look up like this though is great (I consider the Tunic of the Wild to be BotW's green tunic only, even though it appears in this game as well.)

Wild Era Link himself just has my favorite design out of the Links—not even limiting him to the Archaic Set. I'm talking about the base man. He rocks.

#2 goes to Skyward Sword Link

Skyward Sword Link has what I consider the best traditional Legend of Zelda green tunic design (emphasis on traditional cause Archaic Set my beloved), especially in the artwork. I also like his hair, not as much as the Wild Era Link's hairstyles but The Hero of the Skies has nice hair too.

#3 goes to A Link Between Worlds Link (and technically Triforce Heroes but that game has a different artstyle so I'm not counting it as the same design even though it is the same Link)

It's a very "classic 2D Zelda" look—being very reminiscent of Link from most of the 2D titles from before 2002, but I just think that this specific look does the concept presented by Zelda 1, Adventure of Link, ALttP, the Oracle games, etc better. A big part of it is Ravio's Bracelet, the general artstyle of the game, and his painting form he takes. That wall merge mechanic is fantastic.

Zelda-

#1 goes to Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Zelda (but more so Tears of the Kingdom's Zelda)

Yet another win for the Wild Era. I don't know who came up with the general look and design for this incarnation of Link and Zelda but fuck, they deserve the world. All of the outfits that Zelda wears in these games are great, and I think the short-hair look works wonderfully for her as well.

#2 goes to Twilight Princess Zelda

Despite my criticisms of TP Zelda's character (or lack thereof, if this was about character writing she would NOT make top 3. Go girl give us nothing!!), her design fucking slays. The colors, the intricate patterns and details, her rapier. Definitely deserves top 3.

#3 goes to Skyward Sword Zelda

I could go on for a while about this Zelda's character and her role with the people of Skyloft and Link and Goddess Hylia and how fascinating it all is...but this is about designs so that will have to be saved for another day. Although her two outfits are heavily tied into her character and how she sees herself: Zelda, inhabitant of Skyloft vs Zelda, Hylia Reincarnated and how she has to sacrifice who she is when forced into the role she plays in a conflict spanning millennia. I really want to make a post about her character in Skyward Sword. Maybe that'll happen one day.

Ganondorf-

#1 goes to Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Yeah, none of you should be surprised. They cooked unbelievably hard with the character designs in the Wild Era games. Link, Zelda, Ganondorf all look FANTASTIC. Hell even his rotted corpse look is great (and I wish we saw more of it; Lich King Ganondorf as a concept sounds so good)

#2 goes to Wind Waker Ganondorf

Best written Ganondorf from the best Zelda game, and before TotK he was the best Ganondorf design as well! I don't have a single negative thing to say about Wind Waker Ganondorf's design really. I think the colors are great, the details serving as nods to the Helmaroc King are cool, he duel wields swords as well. After getting sealed away in Ocarina of Time, he really stepped up his fashion game.

and finally, #3 goes to Twilight Princess Ganondorf

He looks cool. The scar in the middle of his torso from the failed execution at the Arbiter's Grounds (and then him wielding the weapon that The Sages failed to kill him with) is a detail I really like. That's cool as fuck. This design kind of feels like what was attempted in Ocarina of Time, just no where near as good.

But there you have it anon, my top 3 favorite designs for Link, Zelda, and Ganondorf.

[luvyunjinxo]

cutie zuha who everyone thought was submissive and totally inexperienced, but one day when reader tested her limits, she showed her real self, absolutely destroying reader 🥴 becoming the mean hard dom mommy she really is 🤭

why does this sound familiar 🤨 .. anyways here it is anon (listening to newjeans while making this so I apologize if things sound funky)

Kazuha = Red Y/n = Pink (creds from that one fic I saw that had this color thing)

Everyone thinks Zuha is just a baby, not to mention her sweet innocent personality she would never hurt a soul. So you knew you had the sweetest girlfriend ever. When it came to sex she always had vanilla sex and always was gentle with you. Always reassuring you, you were safe with her.

Ugh but how much you hated it. You wanted to be degraded, humiliated and just something more rough than you usually get. Not complaining? Kind of? You just wanted something new.

You had a whole plan to be a brat, was risky, didn't know if it was gonna work, but you're trying it anyways. "Baby we have to go out, get ready now" You scoffed at her and just said "No I'm tired." Kazu gave you a confused look and just returned with a smile and said "Babe seriously we have to go now" She said while trying to pull you up.

"No Zuha I don't wanna."

"We have to. My family is expecting us baby."

You just scoffed again and made your way to the bathroom to get ready and you guys left to go to her parents house like you guys did almost every week.

After you guys got there you started acting like an immature kid again. Only laying in Zuha's bed not even spending time with her. You were surprised she kept up with it. But once it was time for dinner with her family you went out to eat with them.

"Here Y/n have some chicken!" Her mom said as she starts to pass you the plate. "No thank you." Kazuha looked at you weirdly giving you the 'wtf?' look. So she kicked your foot under the table because she knew how her mom felt about declining food.

"How about some Bulgogi?" Zuha kicked your feet again to make sure you actually accept it this time. "No I'm okay excuse me I'll use the bathroom real quick." You politely smiled and made your way to the bathroom.

"Mom I'll go check on her she doesn't seem well, okay?" Frustratingly, she stomped her way to the bathroom and just opened the door without knocking. You were just on your phone on the bathroom toilet.

"Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you today?! I tried to keep up with your bullshit but It's too much now!" This is the Kazuha you wanted.

"I don't know. I'm normal today what do you mean?".

"Shut the fuck up. Bend over."

"Excuse me?"

With that she bent you over herself and gave you a few spanks to your ass coloring it bright red, and leaving hand marks all over. Then she picked you up and put you on the bathroom counter, moving everything aside.

"Yeah you wanna act like that? Then act like it, but I'm putting you in your place princess." She took off those shorts of yours and started to spread your legs harshly. She smashed her lips against yours and started to finger you with her slender fingers in a fast pace.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise but there was yelps and cries when she started to hit your g-spot. You were gonna cum so fast but she stopped everything right when you were about to.

She edged you in that bathroom for the longest time ever and she finally stopped. She stopped everything and just left you in that bathroom saying, "Get cleaned up baby. I'll meet you at dinner again. Don't think this is over yet because it's not. Once we're home your going on the bed I don't wanna hear excuses." Fuck, you were left there all needy and you were still dripping like hell:(

[your1daz]

You're On Your Own Kid, You Always Have Been.

- Hyun-Ju(Squid Game) x reader

- Some gun usage and mentions of dead

Chapter Two: Oh shit... be still.

You slowly open your eyes and sit up. Your eyes widen as you look around with many bunk beds around the big ass room. You look at yourself, the green track suit with number 013 on a badge.

The same red guards comes in but now they have square masks.

"I would like to extend a heartly welcome to all of you. Everyone here will participate in six different games over six days. Those wo win all six games will receive a handsome cash prize."

The guard says

"Excuse me"

A voice can be heard

You look at the person who is talking. Number 120

"You said I'd be playing games but you practically kidnapped me. So how can I believe that?"

People nod and look at the guards

"I apologize. Please understand that it was necessary to maintain the game's security"

"What's with the mask then? Is your face also a secret?"

Someone asks

Someone agrees with her.

"To ensure fair gameplay and confidentiality, it is our policy not to reveal the faces and identities of staff. Please understand"

"Did you take off my clothes and put these on me?"

Some girl asks

"What's with these shoes? My shoes are limited fucking edition. They're hard to find! You going to replace them if they get ruined?"

A purple haired guy shouts

"These don't fit and the color sucks. Can I just have what you're wearing instead? I like pink"

The girl says

"I'm sorry, but that is not possible. You must be in your uniforms for the games"

The guard says

"What about my phone? Why did you take my phone and wallet? Give them back, please"

A guy walks infront of them and starts talking

"We're keeping your belongings safe. We'll return them once the games are over."

The guard says

You feel bad for them, all these people nagging.

"At least give me my phone. I need to check the crypto market. If I lose money, will you compensate me?"

The guy says as the guard says the same thing as he said the first time.

He still continues to nag about his crypto shit.

The guards then start to show videos of the players playing the Ddakji. Luckily you aren't there.

"All of you in this room have crippling debts, and are now on a cliff-edge. When we first came to you, you did not trust us either, but as you know, we played a game and gave you money as promised. And so you trusted us, and volunteered to participate according to your own free will. You have one last chance to decide. Do you want to live like a piece of trash, running from creditors? Or will you seize the last opprtunity we are offering?"

The guard says

Suddenly the lights darkens and a piggy bank comes out of the roof

"What you see now is the piggy bank where your valuable prize money will be stored. After each of the six games you will play the prize money will accumulate in this piggy bank."

"How much is the prize money?"

Someone asks

"The prize money for the games is 45.6 billion won in total."

People start chattering

"So one of us is gonna win it?"

The same person asks

"Well give you the details about the distribution of the prize money after the first game. For these games, you will be given a special new advantage. After each game, you will be given a chance to vote whether to continue the games or not. If the majority votes stop the games, you can leave with the prize moneh accumulated up to that point"

"Are you saying, we'll still receive the money, even if we leave after the first game?"

Someone asks

"That is correct"

The guard says

"If you wish to participate into the games please sign the papers"

You sign the papers without even reading them. I mean you only live once and 45 billion won sounds good to your ear.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

You walk the pink stairs. Now you're really thinking that what the hell is wrong with this place.

You get in lines. You step on to the thing.

"Look in the camera. Smile!"

You just look in the camera without smiling. Why would these perverts want your picture?

The doors opens to you guys as you walk into a long field. At the end of the field is creepy looking doll.

"The first game is red light, green light. When it says green light, go, but when it says red light, stop. Cross the finish line in 5 minutes without getting caught.

A man, number 456, comes infront of us and start screaming things like it will shoot when you move. Bitch please. People won't believe him.

The game starts as the doll turns around.

People starts moving. And as it says red light we stop.

"FREEZE. DONT MOVE!"

The man shouts. Is he okay like what the hell.

Again you start moving and then stop as the man continues screaming

"Is he high or something?"

The girl who nagged about the fits talks infront of you, you guess that she talks to you.

"I don't think a high person would act that way"

Soon you see a bee landing on the girl's neck.

"Oh shit.. be still"

The girl's eyes widen

"Is it a bee!?"

She screams and moves as she turns to me.

"Shit. I just moved, didn't I?"

You look at her

"Yes, you-"

A shot can be heard as the girl falls down and her blood splashing on your face. Your eyes widen.

The bee lands on another persons necks as she start screaming too. Gun shots and people screaming all over, while still the guy screams not to move. You're frozen still, your legs won't move.

Silence is falling on you guys as the doll turns around. People start to move, you're still frozen on a place.

3 minutes on the clock and you haven't moved a single step still.

"You have move or either you'll get eliminated if you won't cross the finish line."

The man who screams talks to you.

You gulp as the doll turns around and you start to move again.

30 seconds on the clock as you're close to the finish line. The doll turns around as you move. Until you trip on someones leg, you close your eyes to feel the ground until you feel a pair of arms around you, catching you. You don't look at the person since you're scared to die.

20 seconds, the doll turns around, you and the other person run to cross the finish line.

You look at the person in the eyes. And then the badge 120.

"Thank you so much"

You thank her

"No problem"

She smiles

You look up as the roof closes. You sigh. God what have you wanted to come.

Dividers are made by: @saradika-graphics

Authors note: umm the trailer guys.. i'm scared...

[americangirlstar]

If Raya, Asha, Snow White, Elena, Sofia and Mirabel were to get dolls, then what would you speculate their molds, outfits, accessories, etc. to be?

Also, I kinda wish the Moana doll was her own actual character in the line rather than just a collaboration. She’s gorgeous

Rapunzel had a limited edition doll that got softened down to a Playline, they just removed a few extra frills and sold her braid kit separately. So I don't doubt we'll get a less-expensive Moana eventually.

As for the others... Raya would probably need a new face mold since AG still doesn't have any SEAsian characters. Probably the closest is Jess? She'd probably have her base outfit with the cape, hat and necklace as accessories. If we were in the glory days of AG with a shitton of accessories, we'd also get a doll version of this toy set. (Her bag, Dragon Gem, bracelet, money pieces, map.) I don't know if they'd do the sword bc it would be hard to get into the doll's hands, but maybe they'd pull a Tenney and make her hands different so she could grip it? The sword fucks severely so I hope they would. Only alt outfit we've seen for her has been her childhood outfit but they don't sell any alt outfits for Rapunzel either (despite her having a good amount in the TV series...) We'd probably also get a little TukTuk toy as well, but it'd be cheap plastic.

[others under the cut]

Asha would literally be so cute as a doll and I'm crying screaming throwing up begging AG. I think she'd work best with a Makena mold, though maybe with a bit more pointed eyes? The freckles would be sooooo cute. And her accessories would be the wand, a plastic Star, and her little sketchbook! Maybe a little toy version of the Wish orb. And ofc a little goat toy you can buy separately. I can't think of much else... a set with her tree might be cool but she doesn't really have much in the way of accessories other than that.

Snow White HAS to have the Classic Mold. It's required. Hair that's short but's got volume. She'd have her cute classic dress for her Meet and a decorative version of her servant dress as a bonus, like Cinderella. (BTW, I would totally get the Cinderella doll if she came in the casual outfit, she looks so damn cute in it!!) Obviously they'd put an apple in her accessories as if it didn't almost kill her ahsjkdg, but also a toy bird, bouquet of flowers, cooking materials, etc. A toy wishing well that both her and Asha model beside would be REALLY cute actually– maybe have Disney characters etched onto the stone? But most importantly I want her here in existence and in my arms

Elena would actually really fit the Josefina mold, but I can also see them using Marie-Grace. Dude, they should give her hair that's almost as long as Rapunzel so that her ponytail turns out as big and poofy as it can be! The normal adventure dress is her Meet, but she has so many iconic outfits that could make bonus costumes. Her coronation dresses, of course, would probably be the first up, but I also love her adventure tunic + pants and Dia de los Muertos dress. ACTUALLY, having just different versions of her Meet Dress but in different colors so kids can play "feelings-kaleidoscope" would be really funny. Her big hoop earrings come with the Meet, but her bracelet and flowers are in the accessories, along with her scepter.

Sofia... she could definitely also fit Josefina, but I feel like AG would use a Nanea to give her those big eyes. I feel like they'd use her S3 design because it has longer hair (and more hair = more hairstyles to try out = longer playtime) but her S1 dress is so iconic? They'd probably do the S3 design as the Meet with the purple dress + purple amulet as a bonus. Obviously her amulet is an accessory, along with her tiara, rabbit, and bag. Maybe an enchanted book as well? A hand-sized portrait of her family would be really cute too! As for alt outfits, she has a shitton but I'd love to see the mermaid outfit so she and Ariel can hang out.

And Mirabel? I WANT SO BAD. Joss mold is most likely but I'd like them to make the nose a bit wider. Maaaaybe a mix with the Corinne mold? Her cute little green glasses, and OOOOH can you imagine how detailed her embroidered outfit would be? Would be HELL to make but hhhh it would be so cuuuuuute. Her bag and thread would absolutely be in her accessories... they should include the broken prophecy bc it would be funny. The little toy for Antonio, too, and a plastic butterfly. Her baby outfit would be pretty, but also the Lorcana canon Gifted! Mirabel dress would be cute to see. HHHH Mirabel my best friend I love you so much when is your doll dropping

[nishitanis-left-nut]

FINALLY BEAT KIRYUS PUNK ASS-

it wasnt that hard once i gave in and looked up how to beat him online and found out hes weak to ice (wouldve been funny if they also made him weak to knife attacks but ya know) also id heard before about how the creator never wants kiryu to fight women but i didnt think that would also apply to LaD? thats so silly and wholesome kiryu drinks so much respect women juice the rules of the game bend around him

also it reminded me a lot of how sanji also wont fight women in jump force (and i get why people didnt like it in that instance because of how the game works, and that also explains why the creators never let kiryu be a guest character in other fighting games)

i dont think ive ever been as hyper aware of a franchise working around and making a character as "cool" as they possibly can as i have been with kiryu and it still WORKING on me. like oh man yea this guy's cool as fuck i wish men were real

i love that ichibans whole rpg thing makes him a knight specifically, i dont know anything about dragon quest but thanks to my very limited knowledge about dnd and rpg's in general im pretty sure there are tons more classes and tropes they couldve chosen for him, but they made him a knight and kiryus a dragon idk its silly i like how they lean in on the gimmick and make it fun (also the tune he hums sounded suspiciously like the zelda treasure chest chime although it could also be from dragon quest or just a tune they came up with, but it was still really fuking cute i love this nerd)

this shot made me sad also they did kind of tweak kiryus shirt to be redder right? i know its supposed to be maroon but the color kind of flip flops from looking borderline magenta to red through the games a lot

i am going to shove him in a box and ship him back to okinawa NO YOU DIDNT!! NO YOU DIDNT NEED TO FAKE YOUR OWN DEATH ACTUALLY!!! this man and his self hatred and self sacrificing complex are gonna be the end of me. hes doing exactly what he got angry at haruka for doing in y6 but no its okay because hes the one doing it this time around right kiryu and he actually does deserve to be alone RIGHT KIRYU *holds head in hands*

hes such a painful amalgamations of all the good and bad character traits we assign to men both in fiction and in real life and its like. god. these characters are people man. hes just a dude that got handed really shitty cards in life and never learned how to properly handle his feelings and the ones of those around him. i need to lay down.

also the way they keep referring to him as "this guy" is so silly like thats Kiryu fuking Kazuma thank you very much, its funny how ichi doesnt know who he is but he still gets a title card with his full name and previous role in the yakuza to boot. he gets that TWICE

i now the title cards have never reflected how much the characters know about each other and theyre just there for the player, but they usually do feel like the characters at least have heard about each other whenever we get them, and im sure ichiban mustve heard about The Dragon of Dojima before going to prison since he'd heard about Majima before. but he didnt know majimas name either he just mentioned the tojo had a mad dog with one eye im over thinking this okay im done :]

[ineedpsychopath]

Challenge the limits

Chapter 4

Patrick Bateman x female readers/smut/dirty words/18+

Hi! Thank you for reading this!!This will be the last chapter of this series! Thank you for your support！！🩷

Back to the office, you continue to work, but you always feel strange，seems someone is staring at you somewhere.

In the blink of an eye, it's finally time to get off work at 5:00. As usual, Patrick will go home with you, but now you dare not look at him directly, but you are sure that he is still in his office with Jean "Whatever.” You comfort yourself, pack up and plan to leave at 5:40.

You walked out of your office and suddenly found that Patrick was missing. Jean's computer seemed to have turned off. With curiosity, you came to the door of Patrick's office and quietly opened the door.

Patrick's desk is always so simple. There is only a pen and a stack of documents. “Having dinner with his cute secretary. What a bastard you are Patrick Bateman!" You curse yourself,how could you even fantasizes that you can keep him by touching these bottom lines desperately?You even has the strange idea of going out on a date with Paul Allen to make him angry.

"I have heard all the things you said, you think I am an asshole don't you?" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind the door behind you. Patrick smiled slightly and said, "Darling, you're so innocent, why do you think I will go dinner with My secretary?" He came to you. Patrick, with a teasing smile on his face, his tone was like a threat. He was getting closer and closer to you. Your heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and the heat was all over your body. He pressed against you tightly. His hand hugged your waist at some point, as if you only belonged to him and his personal belongings. God, you can even Feeling his heartbeat. The gulong water that deceives people gradually blurred your consciousness. For some reason, you dare not look directly at him now. You try to shout to attract the attention of others. "Shut the fuck up, there's no people no matter how hard you shout." You struggled desperately in his arms, but were hugged tighter by his strong biceps.

Even if you want to run, it's useless now.

"How dare you do all this stuff, What did I told you NEVER MASTURBATION, only I can fix this." He gritted his teeth and asked. The thick eyebrows on his apricot-colored eyes wrinkled together.

Fail to understand

"Why do you reject me when I need you? Why I need to experience this. You need to think about my situation!!" You said angrily. You don't know when tears flowed unconsciously on your face.

"I know you are jealous when I do the same thing to Jean. That's why I'm talking to you now." He tried to calm you down. Your body stiffened in an instant. He’s right. You were really jealous. "Patrick, why are you always so childish? Just because I haven't had sex for a week so you try to attract me by flirting with Jean?” "Gosh, never talk with me like this again. Aren’t you childish?" Patrick replied impatiently.

In an instant, your lips were occupied by him. The soft and warm feeling that had not been touched for a long time made your heart hot. He explored the depths of your mouth step by step. Your tongues were tightly entangled together. The air was filled with the breath of love. The wet feeling made you moan from your throat. Just now, you were still thinking about leaving. You don't know why you can't walk now. You staggered with him to find support. Finally, you came to his neat desk. He impatiently separated from your lingering tongue. You can feel the smell of the cigars he smoked. He casually pushed away the office utensils and documents around you and picked up your waist to let you sit on his desk. God, you don't know what you two are thinking, but it doesn't matter. Both of you are so thirsty that even looking at each other can bring pain.

He helped you take off your clothes "Black lace, I love it. You know we will have a great battle tonight don't you?" He looked at your black lace underwear with satisfaction. It was the one he bought for you. Your plump shape was about to bring Patrick to collapse. The swelling of his lower body made him unbearable. He left a series of wet kisses on your shoulder blades. His every contact with your skin will take you to a deeper realm. Your underwear It's already wet. You can't help inserting your fingers into his neat hairstyle to make him closer. Your moans are getting louder and louder.

He cleverly opened your bra with one hand. The vast vision made him crazy. "Why are you so good at it? Have you done it for many people?" You asked jokingly, "That's why I asked you to wear the lingerie I gave you. I'll practice how to quickly undo it." He looks at you proudly.

His tongue cleverly spin on your sensitive nipples. One of his free hands teases the nipples on the other side. Your waist unconsciously arches to him. The sexy moans of your lips are close to his ears. Patrick will be made insane by you sooner or later. His other hand swings on the inside of your thigh. He outlined the shape of your labia through the wet underwear, "God, can't believe you have already been so wet." He admired the items he belonged to. He quickly took off your underwear and let you spread your legs to feel his enthusiasm. He hugged your waist and made you close to him. His groin was painful against your thighs. You could feel how horny he was. "Fuck, I can't wait baby doll.suck it." He tried to suppress his inner enthusiasm and ordered in a low voice. He takes off from the brand-new Valentino suit pants. You could see that the huge thing in his underwear could not wait. You took the initiative to kneel down and was attracted like a devout Patrick believer . He took off his underwear. God, you can see the veins on his penis are surging excitedly. His tips have long become shiny because of the semen. You are hungry and thirsty trying to contain all of him. You can feel his throbbing penis in your mouth. His painful moans give you great motivation. You try to go in and out to resist the vomiting feeling of deep throat step by step. Close to his two testicles, he gently inserted his hand into your hair to support himself and lead y Ou into his rhythm "That's my girl. Good job my baby doll, oh fuck!" You brought him into a deeper realm step by step, but found that your lower body was lonely. While trying to satisfy Patrick's huge penis, you tried to seek pleasure by rubbing his legs. "Don't satisfy yourself like a bitch , I told you that only I can help you solve it." Patrick's voice suddenly became stern. He rudely opened your legs with Ferragamo shoes. Then you felt the collision of the wet and sticky liquid on the lower body and the cold leather, making a loud and lewd sound. The blush on your face told Patrick everything "What a slutty girl." He laughed with satisfaction and hit you with your mouth harder. Your jaw was about to be dislocated by the huge pressure. Tears flowed unconsciously. You looked up at Patrick. You knew that he liked to see your pitiful appearance. Suddenly, his movements under his feet stopped. Speed up the movement of your buttocks. You know that he is about to climax. Work harder to cooperate with him. A warm current fills your mouth in an instant. You fully tasted Patrick's delicious taste . Patrick slowly pulled the penis out of your mouth. Seeing the saliva and semen on the corners of your mouth, you have long been unconscious. The mess that flowed to the chin and leather shoes was unbearable. He patted your head with satisfaction, "You are born to belong to me, baby."

For a moment of gasp, both of you felt hot all over. You looked at Patrick, who was still looking at you condescendingly in his neat suit. It was just a little chaotic around his penis. But you were completely messy now. A sense of shame surged into your heart. You said "Patrick" as if begging , “Fuck me harder." Patrick looked at his masterpiece and was even more excited to hear your words. "How? Say in detail, how to fuck you?" He easily carried his doll to the table. You rubbed the bottom with the table and swayed your buttocks pitifully and looked at him pitifully, "Fuck me with your dick daddy, I really need you." “Jesus, you are so thirsty, look what you do on my table.” He patted your labia with his big palm. You couldn't help shouting. Patrick's hands were already covered with your liquid. He put his finger into your mouth "lick it" and simply ordered you. You use your hand to help Patrick completely take off his suit pants and open his shirt to completely exposed his pectoral muscles in your field of vision. Your flexible hands brushed his thick penis up and down, and there was Semen left on it. "Enough". He looked at his penis and said impatiently. Then he easily turned you over and pressed your chest against his table. He almost went crazy and played with your vagina with his fingers without considering whether to give you a buffer time. Then his powerful hands ravaged your buttocks. You can guarantee that your buttocks left the marks of his fingers. He patted your buttocks hard. The hot pain immediately spread all over your body. "Patty,p...please,There may be someone here..." You turned to look at him. He was pointing his tip at your vagina. "Why? Is better to let them know that you are mine, especially that son of bitch Paul Allen." You can hear that he is still resentful about this matter, which seems to strengthen his sense of re Venge. He inserted all of himself hard. The huge swelling makes it difficult for you to accept. The painful feeling bursts out of your throat. "You are so tight baby." Your inner wall tightly holds his thick penis, making it difficult for him to talk. He moves his buttocks hard to give you all of him. You can hear the sound of meat from the collision of your buttocks and his testicles. The whole room is as wet and sticky as a sauna, full of the lewd sound of liquid and flesh colliding He grabbed your waist hard.Patrick accurately found your G-spot. A numb orgasm. You can feel that his penis seems to be about to poke your stomach. You almost cried and said, "I am al... almost coming, quicker ." Patrick tightened his grip on your waist. He pulled you tighter. He was trying to fuck you harder. "Who? S...say my name! Tell me!" He gritted his teeth and said, "You know he is trying to control himself, "Patrick! I need you! Patrick, please! Quicker!" You almost broke down. Patrick listened to you call his name crazily and reached his high tide with satisfaction. You are also extremely satisfied. You feel that a wisp of warm current occupies your vagina. Both of you are already out of breath. "You are good at it my girl" He hugged your waist and picked you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist. You put your hands on his chest muscles and felt his heartbeat. You gently snuggled up to Patrick's shoulder. "I love you, Patrick." You said to him with satisfaction, "But don't reject me anymore..." "I promise I will treat you like my favorite toy, I promise you." Patrick gently left a kiss on your head "Do you ever imagine to fuck a blonde girl except me?" You suddenly remembered what he had just scolded Paul Allen and deliberately asked .Patrick pinch your waist hard "Seems like my princess still have energy to have a third Fight with me. Now pick up your clothes, let me show my sincere on our bed."

[wishmaster]

I'm a gay man in my late twenties. I miss being closer to my older brother, but it was hard being around him with the way he belittles women, gay men, and trans people. I just wish he had a vagina and attraction to men, so that he could be more empathetic to others

New Girl

I bet he's racist as hell too, so lets have some fun. The changes start as he's using the restrooom. His body shrinks, years of building muscle quickly vanishes, his hips widen and his ass becomes a perfect heart shaped, long black hair cascades down his back past his shoulders, he gets a look in the mirror as his masculine face gives way to feminine features, his lips plump up, perfect dick sucking lips. Then suddenly his pecs enlarge and become sensitive as they strain his tight tee shirt which quickly morphs into a full tight leather outfit, his tits and ass now on full display,, the final blow came when his tick cock quickly vanished and a new ultra sensitive and fully wet pussy emerged in him/her. But more than that suddenly he knew a lot of Spanish as his pale white skin darkened to a caramel color.

But not all the changes were limited to your new sister in fact thanks to your wish your entire family became Latino, which included you, suddenly you caught a glimpse of the new you in a mirror.

Fuck you think noticing how hot you've become your new massive cock strained your new leather shorts, thankfully you don't wear underwear so you weren't restricted. You couldn't wait to find a hot stud to impale your new monster in as you feel you have become more sexually dominant. You see your sister exit the bathroom.

Aye Mamacita, you say as she shakes her ass.

She grabs her coat and soon you guys are heading out, both of you looking for a sexy stud to bring home and rock their world with you new sexy Latino charms and libido. You remember your sister showing you how to blow and satisfy guys when she learned you were gay, You loved your new big sister and know this will only bring you closer. You remember her saying she loved you were gay because she had a friend now to cruise the clubs with. Seems both of you had an increase in your sexual desires under the change and you loved it. A part of your old brother remained deep in the back of her mind, he'd be trapped in his new much better life, the alpha male screaming to get his old life but that wish would never be granted.