#children of the corn the gathering

[confusedhomicidalrage]

[thornonthevine]

(this is a long list, take your time) Characters reacting too:

Someone pinching their cheeks

Someone playing with their hair

Someone playfully hitting them

Someone asking to date them

ONLY DOING THE KIDS CUZ I GOT LAZY

Pinching there cheek

Isaac: *he would smack your hand away and death glare at you*

Malachi: *he would move away from you and give you an angry confused look*

Micah: *he would blush and gently move your hand away*

Mordecai: *would smile and do it back*

Jeremiah: *he would chuckle and forget about it moments later*

Eli: *would squirm away and whine*

Joshua: *he would blush and hug you afterwards*

Josiah: *hes confused but found it a little bit comforting*

Ezekiel: *would basically do that same as Josiah*

Gabriel: *your dead*

Matt: *he would be confused and would gently do it back to you*

Abel: *he's gonna bite you.*

Playing with there hair

Isaac: *he hates it. He would squirm away and dramatically fix his hair*

Malachi: *doesn't mind it IF YOU ASK. He would let you make it last for a few seconds and that’s it*

Micah: *he would stand there and let it happen. He would give you a confused little cute look and waits for you to stop*

Mordecai: *he would look at you like this 🙂 and would wait for you to be done when you are he hugs you..good luck trying to get him to let go.*

Jeremiah: *hes a bit confused at first but finds it comforting after get used to it and would probably play with yours as well*

Eli: *hes very confused but gets use to it quickly and doesn’t really have a reaction when you do it after the 6th try*

Joshua: *HE LOVES THAT SO MUCH 😭😭 he’s like a dog when they get headpats he literally loves when anyone does anything with his hair*

Josiah: *hes confused…just confused*

Ezekiel: *kinda likes it and finds it nice*

Gabriel: *he just looks at you with a smug smirk while you do it*

Matt: *hes like joshua ngl he loves you sm*

Abel: *well…he likes it??…I think.*

Someone playfully hitting them

Isaac: *he would look at you in disgust and disbelief he would yell at you and tell you to never do that again.*

Malachi: *…he’s malachi what do you expect*

Micah: *hes confused and hurt. He would look at you and ask why you would do that when you tell him it was a playful hit hes still confused and just sits there in silent*

Mordecai: *he just looks at you and would tilt his head wondering why would you try to hurt him? When you realize he’s confused you ask him what’s wrong and he tells you that you tried to hurt him when you reassure him your just playing around he would giggle and playfully and gently hit you back*

Jeremiah: *he chuckles and playfully hits you back..it might just turn into a play fight*

Eli: *he would look at you with confused little eyes and would scoot away from you upset you hit him..when you tell him your joking he would lighten up a little bit and would scoot back next to you*

Joshua: *hes confused at first but gets the gist of it fast and would also playfully hit you back as well but he makes sure it’s gentle and would ask he he actually hurts you after*

Josiah: *he looks at you and would quietly ask why you would do that when you tell him it’s a joke he would just say “oh.” And would go back to whatever he’s doing*

Ezekiel; *lowkey does the same thing as josiah*

Gabriel; *your so funny for thinking your getting away with that!!!*

Matt: *hes confused..well more sad when confused he would ask why would you do that and when you explain it’s a joke he would still be confused..it would probably just go into a spiral of him asking questions*

Abel: *he would smile and would playfully bite you*

Them getting asked out on a date

Isaac: *he would look at you up and down and denies.*

Malachi: *he looks at you with confusion and he would shake his head no and would ignore you*

Miach: *he would probably ignore you*

Mordecai: *hes very confused. He would ask why you wanna date him and when you say your reasons he just looks at you and hugs you..his answer is yes*

Jeremiah: *he smiles and says “really?” He blushes and most likely says yes*

Eli: *your getting ignored*

Joshua: *he would say “I’ll think about it” and forgets about it*

Josiah: *no..that’s all your getting from him*

Ezekiel *he would try to date you. I don’t really think he likes all that dating stuff tho*

Gabriel: *this smug little flirty basterd. He would flirt with you for a few minutes and then would probably say yes*

Matt: *he would say yes but in a confused type way*

Abel: *no*

[fanofspooky]

Scream Queen - Naomi Watts

[mtg-talk]

Horror References in Duskmorn: Stephen King Edition

[esqueletosgays]

CHILDREN OF THE CORN IV: THE GATHERING (1996)

Director: Greg Spence Cinematography: Richard Clabaugh

[splatteronmywalls]

[jimsmovieworld]

CHILDREN OF THE CORN 4: THE GATHERING- 1996 ⭐️⭐️⭐️

A small rural town that is fueled exclusively by massive stocks of corn on the cob is shaken by a bizarre flu that turns its children into feverish little hellhounds that kill grown ups.

Maybe its because i wasnt expecting much (the bar is pretty low for children of the corn movies) but this actually wasnt bad!

Its not a great movie by any means, but good 90s vibes, a starring role from a young Naomi Watts and supporting role from a middle aged Karen Black really boost this sequels watchability in a big way.

Also i thought the kills were a lot of fun. Many inventive, over the top and at points quite bloody kill sequences which were good stuff.

[horrororman]

🎃 Notable films that were released on October 8th...

#MrSardonicus (1961)(NYC, NY).

#KillBabyKill (1967)(US).

#DemolitionMan (1993).

#ChildrenoftheCornIVTheGathering (1996).

#ISpitonYourGrave (2010)(limited).

#MySoultoTake (2010).

#horror

[headspace-hotel]

Nature is healing.

I burned the Meadow a couple weeks ago. At first it looked like nothing but charred ashes and dirt, with a few scorched green patches, and I was afraid I'd done something terrible. But then the sprouts emerged. Tender new leaves swarming the soil.

My brother and I were outside after dark the other day, to see if any lightning bugs would emerge yet. We had been working on digging the pond. That old soggy spot in the middle of the yard that we called "poor drainage," that always splattered mud over our legs when we ran across it as children—it isn't a failed lawn, and it never was.

Oh, we tried to fill in the mud puddles, even rented heavy machinery and graded the whole thing out, but the little wetland still remembered. God bless those indomitable puddles and wetlands and weeds, that in spite of our efforts to flatten out the differences that make each square meter of land unique from another, still declare themselves over and over to be what they are.

So we've been digging a hole. A wide, shallow hole, with an island in the middle.

And steadily, I've been transplanting in vegetation. At school there is a soggy field that sadly is mowed like any old field. The only pools where a frog could lay eggs are tire ruts. From this field I dig up big clumps of rushes and sedges, and nobody pays me any mind when I smuggle them home.

I pulled a little stick of shrubby willow from some cracked pavement near a creek, and planted it nearby. From a ditch on the side of the road beside a corn field, I dug up cattail rhizomes. Everywhere, tiny bits of wilderness, holding on.

I gathered up rotting logs small enough to carry and made a log pile beside the pond. At another corner is a rock pile. I planted some old branches upright in the ground to make a good place for birds and dragonflies to perch.

And there are so many birds! Mourning doves, robins, cardinals and grackles come here in much bigger numbers, and many, many finches and sparrows. I always hear woodpeckers, even a Pileated Woodpecker here and there. A pair of bluebirds lives here. There are three tree swallows, a barn swallow also, tons of chickadees, and there's always six or seven blue jays screaming and making a commotion. And the goldfinches! Yesterday I watched three brilliant yellow males frolic among the tall dandelions. They would hover above the grass and then drop down. One landed on a dandelion stem and it flopped over. There are several bright orange birds too. I think a couple of them are orioles, but there's definitely also a Summer Tanager. There's a pair of Canada Geese that always fly by overhead around the same time in the evening. It's like their daily commute.

The other day, as I watched, I saw a Cooper's Hawk swoop down and carry off a robin. This was horrifying news for the robin individually, but great news for the ecosystem. The food chain can support more links now.

There are two garter snakes instead of one, both of them fat from being good at snaking. I wonder if there will be babies?

But the biggest change this year is the bugs. It's too early for the lightning bugs, but all the same the yard is full of life.

It's like remembering something I didn't know I forgot. Oh. This is how it's supposed to be. I can't glance in any direction without seeing the movement of bugs. Fat crickets and earwigs scuttle underneath my rock piles, wasps flit about and visit the pond's shore, an unbelievable variety of flies and bees visit the flowers, millipedes and centipedes hide under the logs. Butterflies, moths, and beetles big and small are everywhere.

I can't even describe it in terms of individual encounters; they're just everywhere, hopping and fluttering away with every step. There are so many kinds of ants. I sometimes stare really closely at the ground to watch the activities of the ants. Sometimes they are in long lines, with two lanes of ants going back and forth, touching antennae whenever two ants traveling in opposite directions meet. Sometimes I see ants fighting each other, as though ant war is happening. Sometimes the ants are carrying the curled-up bodies of dead ants—their fallen comrades?

My neighbor gave me all of their fallen leaves (twelve bags!) and it turns out that piling leaves on top of a rock and log pile in a wet area summons an unbelievable amount of snails.

I always heard of snails as pests, but I have learned better. Snails move calcium through the food chain. Birds eat snails and use the calcium in their shells to make egg shells. In this way, snails lead to baby birds. I never would have known this if I hadn't set out to learn about snails.

In the golden hour of evening, bugs drift across the sky like golden motes of dust, whirling and dancing together in the grand dramas of their tiny lives. I think about how complicated their worlds are. After interacting with bees and wasps so much for so long, I'm amazed by how intelligent and polite they are. Bumble bees will hover in front of me, swaying side to side, or circle slowly around me several times, clearly perceiving some kind of information...but what? It seems like bees and wasps can figure out if you are a threat, or if you are peaceful, and act accordingly.

I came to a realization about wasps: when they dart at your head so you hear them buzzing close by your ears, they're announcing their presence. The proper response is to freeze and duck down a bit. It seems like wasps can recognize if you're being polite; for what it's worth, I've never been stung by a wasp.

As night falls, bats emerge and start looping and darting around in the sky above. If the yard seems full of bugs in the day, it is nothing compared to the night.

I'm aware that what I'm about to describe, to an entomophobe, sounds like a horror movie: when i walk to the back yard, the trees are audibly crackling and whirring with the activity of insects. Beetles hover among the branches of the trees. When we look up at the sky, moths of all sizes are flying hither and thither across it. A large, very striking white moth flies past low to the ground.

Last year, seeing a moth against the darkening sky was only occasional. Now there's so many of them.

I consider it in my mind:

When roads and houses are built and land is turned over to various human uses, potentially hundreds of native plant species are extirpated from that small area. But all of the Eastern USA has been heavily altered and destroyed.

Some plants come back easily, like wild blackberry, daisy fleabane, and common violets. But many of them do not. Some plants need fire to sprout, some need Bison or large birds to spread them, some need humans to harvest and care for them, some live in habitats that are frequently treated with contempt, some cannot bear to be grazed by cattle, some are suffocated beneath invasive Tall Fescue, Kentucky bluegrass, honeysuckle or Bradford pears, and some don't like being mowed or bushhogged.

Look at the landscape...hundreds and hundreds of acres of suburbs, pastures, corn fields, pavement, mowed verges and edges of roads.

Yes, you see milkweed now and then, a few plants on the edge of the road, but when you consider the total area of space covered by milkweed, it is so little it is nearly negligible. Imagine how many milkweed plants could grow in a single acre that was caretaken for their prosperity—enough to equal fifty roadsides put together!

Then I consider how many bugs are specialists, that can only feed upon a particular plant. Every kind of plant has its own bugs. When plant diversity is replaced by Plant Sameness, the bug population decreases dramatically.

Plant sameness has taken over the world, and the insect apocalypse is a result.

But in this one small spot, nature is healing...

[sinclair-enterprises]

Children Of The Corn IV: The Gathering was a massive disappointment. The story had the bare minimum of the major elements of the COTC narrative to connect it to the franchise. Most vitally, He Who Walks Behind The Rows doesn’t even show up in this installment. Nor is he responsible for anything that happens. Give me my Lovecraftian corn god! 1/10.

[hellcifrogs]

Brazilian celebrations let's go!

Kakashi being generic, all the kids being adorable and Tenzou feeling silly.

Note: these are so popular and well known I drew them all from memory, but I was sure I missed or messed up details so here's some actual references for each:

For Sakura it's June festivities of São João, when the Quadrilhas happen. So many colors and lots of food made from corn (this is v important to me ok) - but honestly, unless you're actually part of the quadrilha groups, only children actually dress up nowadays (sadly, but still very very cute)

For Sasuke it's my region's carnaval style, in my state, the big music genre is Frevo, not Samba. And the dance is just on a level I simply don't have the knees and ankles for <3 the colorful parassols are an important detail I forgot to add ;-; shame on me

For Sai it's a big religious event, where milions of people gather to carry this statue of the Virgin Mary, Our Lady of Nazareth. Some children can be seen dressed up as angels during the processions. Not quite a party like the others, but still huge.

And Yamato has a Boi Bumba costume! This one is from a famous play that tells a story along with live music and participation from the audience. One big event related to it is the Paratins Festival where the play also turns into a sort of competition between these two Ox teams (in red and blue)

[confusedhomicidalrage]

@brains4ne what if...

[thornonthevine]

uh oh...I accidentally broke one of Isaac's legs, he's now in crutches! What do the others do?

Malachi: *would help him with stuff trying not to laugh*

Micah: *would also help him get around with them and would basically act like his servant*

Mordecai: *same thing with micah*

Jeremiah: *is NOT helping him and is laughing at him failing to get around*

Eli: *also acts like his damn servant and would act like Isaac is on his damn deathbed*

Josiah: *doesn't care*

Ezekiel: *isn’t helping but finds the others laughing at him to be rude*

Gabriel: *THATS LITERALLY HIS SON. He helps him with everything and shit like that*

Matt: *is forced to do the same*

Abel: *if anon didn't break his leg he definitely did.*

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🌾 DEMETER: Goddess of Agriculture and Fertility, of the Harvest & Sacred Law, of the Earth, of the Seasons, Nourishment & Bread 🌽

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

When you get claimed, the ground beneath you bursts with vegetation. You look around you and notice that among the vegetation, it’s your favourites. Your favourite flowers, fruit, vegetable, and plants. It’s almost like Demeter had been keeping an eye on you this entire time and this was her bouquet for you. A wreath of corn and plants sit upon your crown.

Your siblings cheer and help you take the bouquet of vegetation, taking the roots of each plant to be planted later on, and the rest is gathered. You’re introduced to your cabin and siblings with a small impromptu picnic of said-bouquet as you all break bread together. As you sink your teeth into the nearest food, it fills you with energy you’re not sure how to place other than it’s good. 

There are plants everywhere in your cabin and the inside of the cabin is almost like a botanical garden that is also never uncomfortable to sleep in. You look around and you see plants hanging from above and/or rising above. Your bed smells like earth and flowers, and there are vines curling up around the frames. As soon you touch the bed, your bunk bed bursts into your favourite flowers and plants, providing you a little bit of comfort. 

The wreath you were given hangs above your head and it remains fresh. It’s like a soft reminder of Demeter’s presence.

You help with the camp’s business of growing and maintaining the strawberries they grow, and you find out you and your siblings all get a small portion of the profits. It’s almost like an allowance for doing your chores. 

Being a child of Demeter, you get along with the children of Dionysus and Mr. D. 

You also get along with the dryads at camp, being the child of Demeter. There’s a sense of love and respect directed towards you. If you don’t know, you’re later told by one of your siblings, the dryads, or Mr. D himself. 

Let’s just say, Demeter is very, very terrifying and you know when they say to never mess with Mother Nature. 

Do not mistaken for weakness and unimportance as a child of Demeter. Demeter herself is powerful, and hopefully no one earns her ire. 

People might not find your particularly threatening, but know that when the time comes, your hand that has handled the tools that till the earth, is just as practiced as a sword. 

Flower power to the max. You can sprout the plants beneath your feet, from the smallest of weeds that can tear apart stone through their cracks, to the network of tree roots beneath your feet that grow and grow. Fungi are also on the table and boy, there's no way more terrifying then razing down enemies with the power of fungi. You carry an assortment of seeds with you and let me tell you, a whip made out of Rose thorns go hard.

You looked at the miniature garden beneath your feet. You quickly take in the fact the plants around you are your favourites. Your favourite fruits, flowers, herbs, plants in general. You can’t tell if it is the pollen or dust, but you feel your eyes prickling at the fact that maybe, Demeter had been keeping an eye on you when her claim brought about your favourites. 

You felt the wreath of corn grow on top of your head, the vines and leaves moving and parting your hair behind your ear. It is soft, gentle, and deliberate, almost like a mother’s touch. 

You see a bunch of campers take out shovels, spades, and other gardening tools and begin working at your feet, gathering the plants. A girl steps forward and she had her hands on her hips, giving you a smile. 

“Don’t worry about the plants. Each new child of Demeter’s claim is different and their plants are a representation of them, so we like to gather the plants to celebrate. My name is Katie Gardner, child of Demeter and cabin leader. Welcome!” 

You introduced yourself before catching some of the children of Demeter talk excitedly about what to make with the produce they had gathered. “So what’s going on now?”

Katie gently guides you to the Demeter Cabin as she explains. “To welcome each new addition to our cabin, we also like to hold an impromptu picnic if its early or late enough before meal times, and we use the plants from their claim as the centrepiece. This also lets us get to know each other, a bit of an ice breaker if you get what I mean.”

“That’s actually pretty cool” you said as she led you to your bunk.

“It is, right? I know we may not seem as cool compared to the other gods, but trust me, being a child of Demeter is just as great as the others. We’re just…more down to earth.”

The reaction you gave to Katie as she let out a laugh. “Got you right there” she giggled. “Come on, there’s plenty to show you!”

[rhey-007]

*+:｡.｡ 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝕸𝖆𝖟𝖊 ｡.｡:+*

FP Jones x reader | 18+ SMUT

Summary: after saving your brothers ass from serpents, you get a pleasant surprise from FP

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation (f receiving), slight age gap (reader is 20, FP in his late 20's), outdoors sex

Author's note: it's my first time writing smut 🫣 so I apologise in advance (just in case) 😅 enjoy!

It was 31st October 1995, Halloween.

Your first Halloween as an adult.

Your father was a farmer known for his halloween corn mazes so it was obvious that you would help him prepare it for halloween. You would go inside and place various decorations, starting from jack-o'-lanters through scarecrows, finishing at bedsheet ghosts. That was a standard, but this year you also decided to hire your friends to dress up as monsters, hide in the corn and scare people. Of course you weren't an exception either. You dressed up as a blood thirsty nun that greeted children, teens and adults by the entrance, and later joined your friends inside the maze, while your father sold the tickets dressed as a murderous clown.

You found scaring people fun, especially the kids. But your enjoyment came to an end later that evening when you had to come back to the reception and replace your father for a while. That's when a scarecrow like creature came running in your direction. Though it didn't take you long to figure out it was your older brother Ben, who must have gotten himself in some shit again, followed by a couple of furious serpents.

You didn't say a word, just shook your head disapprovingly and shoved Ben into the maze. As you later found out, your brother angried the serpents by stealing from them, it wasn't a lot but you knew each gram of heroin was worth the anger. Ben quickly left but managed to shout you a short thanks and sorry.

Now you just had to deal with the serpents...

When they made their way to you, you would finally see who it actually was, and of course it couldn't be anyone esle than Forsythe Pendleton Jones II with his two sidekicks. In that moment you knew you'll have a hard job to do. You didn't know FP personally, but you heard a lot about him, mostly bad things, and you started to worry you wouldn't be able to handle them.

''What do you want here FP''

You stood in front of the gateway and looked the man up and down, just as he did to you.

''Move. Kid.''

He hissed, but you just furrowed your brows and crossed your arms. No one's gonna call you a kid, especially not that douchebag. You stood there in silence for a while, neither of you planning on moving, so you finally spoke up.

''I don't care what he did, but I'm sure you're not pleased with that. But instead of chasing him and trying to beat his ass maybe you should try to think of a way to prevent more situations like that, huh? ... Oh wait! You can't, you're too dumb''

You smiled at him sweetly after your short speech. FP curled his hands into fists angrily, a vein about to pop on his forehead. He had enough of the bratty girl so he just shoved her to the ground and run into the maze. The girl took too much of their time already.

After getting up from the ground and dusting yourself off, you looked at your watch wondering how much time it would take the three to come back. In fact it didn't take them a lot as just after few turns they were lost. Good thing one of them memorised the way, so they came back the same way they went it. You smirked triumphally seeing three slumped figures leave the maze, you knew well they wouldn't make it far.

At night you sneaked into Ben's room to retrieve the stolen goods, you couldn't let him take it after all.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 🎃 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The next day was time to clean the maze and gather the corn. You and your best friend Ashley cleaned it from the early hours of the day and just by accident FP knew about it. In reality he met one of your friends he's seen you once with in the town and forced that information out of him. He came to the attraction early enough to already find you inside. The man sneaked in without Ashley noticing and found you quite qickly as you weren't far away.

''You already finished Ashley?''

You asked as you heard someone move behind you, but you couldn't care enought to turn around. Well... not until you heared his voice.

''It ain't her''

He said as he came closer to you. You gulped softly not expecting to see FP there.

''The attraction is closed, come back next year''

You huffed, trying to stay calm and not show the slight fear that boiled inside of you. Why you were so scared suddenly? Because you had nothing to defend yourself with and the look in his eyes made you feel uneasy. FP looked at you as a predator would look at his prey. He moved closer and closer until he had you squished in a corner.

''If the attracion is closed then why are you still here, sugar?''

The nickname made you feel sick, which you couldn't say about his cologne that weirdly calmed you down. FP put his hands on your hips and squeezed them gently.

''Not a lot of people stand up against me... Yet you...''

He licked his lips while looking down at you.

''You did it without a second thought just to defend your stupid brother. And you know what?... That turns me on''

FP didn't even give you a chance to say something before he smashed his lips on yours. You had to admit you were pleasantly surprised, which sounds weird considering the fact that you didn't even know him. But he was handsome... really handsome, and you always had a thing for him that you never admited out loud, even though he was older than you and it felt a little inappropriate. So when he kissed you, it just took you a few second to kiss him back, which surely satisfied and exctied the older man.

You pulled away when you felt breathless and looked down not wanting to make eye contact with FP, a dark blush appearing on your pale face.

„You've just kissed me as if your life depended on it and now you're all shy?"

The man mocked, his hand reaching up to capture your chin and lift it up so you would look back at him, a wicked smirk was painted on his face. It really suited him. Soon FP's hand wandered back to your hip to then grab your ass. You squeaked when he picked you up, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck. He put you down on hay bales stacked together then started his unholy ministrations on your neck, earning quiet moans from you every now and then. If that wasn't enough, one of his hands rubbed your thigh up and down, each time coming closer to your aching core, while the other creeped under your shirt, slowly making it's way to your breasts.

„Fp... „

You moaned out, your hands gripping his mucled arm and burgundy T-shirt. The man took it as a sing to proceed further, his hand slipped under your bra and started to massage your breast. Your palm slid down his clothed torso to meet his semi hard member and grip it gently. He groaned into your ear when you did that and bit it softly then captured your lips into another, more aggressive but still passionate kiss.

„God dammit sweetheart... „

FP couldn’t wait anymore, he unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down then did the same to your shorts and panties. You looked down, your mouth in slight agape. He was huge, at least he seemed like it, you didn’t think you'd be able to take him all but you were wrong. With one swift thrust he was balls deep inside of you. A juicy moan escaped your lips which made FP slam his hand on top of them.

„Shh... We don't want anyone to find out, do we?"

He whispered and tilted his head softly. You just nodded obediently and let him fuck you. His hips moved with an agonizing yet sweetly pleasuring pace. You never thought sex could be that good, and it wasn't your first time.

„Shit... Ya feel so good... „

He groaned out. His palm moved from your lips to your neck to grip it softly, your own hand quickly following it signaling your worry about the act.

„Don't worry... Don't wanna loose such great pussy so quickly... "

The man breathed out between grunts. You decided to trust him so you moved your hands to his cheeks to pull his face down for a kiss. In meanwhile FP started to circle his thumb on your clit, giving you even more pleasure and almost immediately making you reach your orgasm. He groaned dissatisfied into your lips and mumbled.

„Thought you'll last longer... Now you gotta gimmie another one sugar...”

He sped up his movement both on your clit and inside of you.

„I... I-I can't take it... Anymore... "

You've managed to say between moans, but it didn't seem to affect the man in any way, he just kept fucking you relentlessly.

„You on the pill? „

He asked suddenly when he felt the two of you were about to finish. You just nodded and soon another wave of pleasure hit you alongside the warmth of FP's seed spilling out inside of you. You both breathed heavily, neither of you going to say anything, just indulging in pleasure and silence. Soon FP pulled his member out of you, his semen slowly spilling out.

„Look at you...”

The man smirked triumphantly after tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling his pants back up.

„Wouldn’t thought Ben's sister's pussy could be that good of a fuck”

You just rolled your eyes, you were kind of annoyed that you've let him fuck you but also really satisfied. You cleaned yourself with a tissue then put your underwear and shorts on.

"And I wanted to give you this back"

You said as you wiggled the bag of heroin in front of his face and shook your head with a smirk. FP smiled back at you and snatched the bag away to then hide it in the pocket of his jacket.

„When's next session? ”

You soon blurted out earning a little confused look from FP at first but his expression changed rather fast, as now he was smiling from ear to ear.

„I'll pick you up at 7. Now lemme help you get this maze cleaned”

After a some time, what seemed like a few quickies and fuck sessions turned into something more.

[mydaddywiki]

William Windom

Physique: Husky Build Height: 5'10½" (1.79 m)

William Windom (September 28, 1923 – August 16, 2012; aged 88) was an American actor. He was known as a character actor of the stage and screen. He was perhaps best known for his work on television, including the character of John Monroe on the sitcom My World and Welcome to It; as Commodore Matt Decker, commander of the doomed USS Constellation in the Star Trek episode “The Doomsday Machine” and perhaps the most common recurring character, Dr. Seth Hazlitt, on the CBS series Murder, She Wrote.

Chubby, gray hair, gentle features but with a hint grumpy grandpa added for good measure. And he had a hot, gruff voice that makes me I want to bang his ass all night long. He just looks like he would have been a filthy whore in bed and a talker. I can always get behind a talker in bed.

A man of all mediums, this veteran, Manhattan-born character actor was named after his great-grandfather, Lincolnesque Congressman William Windom. He attended Williams College and the University of Kentucky, among others, before serving in the Army during WWII. After the war, he studied at both Fordham and Columbia universities in New York City before settling on an acting career.

Windom died on August 16, 2012, at age 88 from congestive heart failure. A chess, tennis and sailing enthusiast, he is survived by four children. He was quite a colorful character and apparently loved the ladies, having wed five times. Seems like a man who likes to keep his dick in a hole at all times. I would have happily volunteered to keep his dick well lubricated anytime he needed. He just looks like he would be a filthy whore in bed. He also seems to sweat quite a bit, so the sex would be hot, wet and messy.

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