#dioramas of the dead

[z34l0t]

[thegothicalice]

Repurposed a 5”x7” shadowbox I found years ago into the bridge from “Evil Dead II” because I forever love horror and making tiny things 🏚️ (Sold)

[westwardly]

just took some fresh photos so looks like its that time of year again~✨

✨behold✨

my bugs

i just added a couple newbies to this collection of over 50 different wildlife specimens 💖 (plz dont ask me to name them all ;-;)

they are beautiful. (and smelly)

[ageha-sds]

Wanted to try out making dioramas as a new thing for my renders, as opposed to just having the normal transparent renders. Per the request of @exilesreach I decided to do Yukino as a test run since A. may as well considering how expensive she is in DOAXVV and B. she's cute. Thinking I'll do what I can in the future to do more stuff like this, improve upon it, all that.

[yappacadaver]

guh. crow rook x emmerich is so good. i wanna do it all again TwT

[askullandbones]

I know I haven't been super active on here, but I swear I'm still alive!

This is one of the things I've been working on; a display for the para.keet skull I've had for years. It's only about the size of a quarter, so having a way to display it has been on my list for a long time and I just finally finished it. Really proud of how it turned out since I've never really made a little diorama like this before.

[a-rats-selfship-blog]

Clementine for Michael

Clementine - what is your f/o’s favorite way to express themselves?

ASDGDHKJSFHKAJF trying to explain how Pumpkin expresses himself is so funny cause

he is a creative man that loves his arts and crafts

and by that i mean using corpses he's responsible for like figures in some centerpiece

the fact that he'll go out of his way to find some pretty teeth i'll like and put them in little jars for me to decorate the house with

self ship asks, color edition!

[figures4fun]

Some test shots of the 1/6 scale room diorama we’ve been working on the past few weeks! Lots of effort went into this one! Now we just need some furniture 😁

[jbry]

The Man in Black's Modified LeMat Revolver from HBO's Westworld

Gun is 3D printed, file from Thingiverse.

Stand is made from insulation foam on a wooden base, plastered and painted, topped with real rocks and dirt.

This is my second attempt making this piece. The first one was a better print that I altered to have moving parts, but this one is more screen accurate and has a desert display stand.

[yelenaday]

Reuse Old Toys 🎃 Day of the Dead DIY Clay Frame Idea

[flyingacehole]

[aberrant-winter]

I never knew that cutting hard plastic was so painful

[strangestcase]

tomblr discourse in the monster high universe must be something else.

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💝​ lalalala Follow

What would I do without cherry smoothies... probably die again 💔​

🟥​ b3lfrypr3pz-deactivated09182022

Of freaking course the frilly daywalker is a vegan 😒​ bet you do witchcraft too you dirty hippie

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🝢🜊🝣🝗🜚🝰

🟥​ b3lfrypr3pz-deactivated09182022

WTF is that lol

🟥​ b3lfrypr3pz-deactivated09182022

i t burns. wh at did you do to me .

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^-^

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🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

Ok but Dead Fast: Night of the Living (2002) has no business being considered the worst Dead Fast movie when the MCU (Murder Cinematic Universe) not only retconned his origin story to make him a virus zombie rather than a curse zombie (which throws off his entire arc about being something more than his deeds!) AND made him be allied with B.L.I.G.H.T. of all organizations because Like say what you will about NOTL and the forced heterosexual romantic plot but at least 1) it gets what makes Dead Fast a hero and 2) GIVES HIS LOVE INTEREST A PERSONALITY AND SOMETHING TO DO

🕷️ 8legscomix Follow

Literally

Also they made the villain Dr. Igorable's motivations so laughable like..... so his wife got turned into a zombie and he wants to cure her? Ok? Did she ask for it? She doesn't even have any groaning lines. Im not even a zombie but that was offensive as hell. Like in the original comics he wants to straight up undo all forms of zombism forever

🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

NO FR LIKE....... so suddenly the eugenics obsessed human is tragic because being a zombie must be such a tragedy you guyyyysssss -_- and wanting to get rid of an entire monster type is ok. I swear that movie has turned monster attitudes towards zombies back into the 80s

⚠️ mentalhealth-hazard Follow

I am not sure if I'm overstepping here but, furthermore, the addition of Pendulum to the movie was unnecesary. Stereotyping shapeshifters as untrustworthy and traitorous is something of a past era. Either leave the character behind, or change it entirely.

🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

Jackson I love you and I love your takes. but you type like a Victorian in his deathbed ;-;

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The MCU is so dreadful, it's irrevocably turned me into one.

#It has also substracted years off my lives.

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🌊​ lacriatura Follow

🦈​🦐​🐠🪸​​🐡​🐟​

^ aquarium!

#lagoona's originals #ocean #sealife #ah-! so refreshing <- aesth tag

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🔥 666firepit666 Follow

Not to vague anyone but some of you have to shut the freak up about the ocean. You don't see me making little dioramas of the Malebolge because I'm not a little cringelet like you lmao

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🌊​ lacriatura Follow

If you don't freaking love the ocean don't follow the ocean tag. Yes that goes for @666firepit666, square up and fight me if you're so brave Heath!!!!

#lagoona's originals #personal #more skulls for my skull collection!!!

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🌙​ wolf-in-chic-clothing Follow

Day 1 no toxic doomed yuri

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WRONG SIDEBLOG

#stop reblogging this

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🔩​ stitchez Follow

Got a new arm! Can't wait to try it out!

🐯 ninelives Follow

try it out how 🤨​

🔩​ stitchez Follow

Building a wretched creature out of corpses, of course!

🔩​ stitchez Follow

OH that was a double entendre! You should be ashamed of yourself!

🔩​ stitchez Follow

I would never use my arms for violent purposes!

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🔥 666firepit666 Follow

Lagoona dragged me into the pool and now my hair is out 😡​

🌙​ wolf-in-chic-clothing Follow

Skull issue.

🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

skull issue

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Skull issue. Take the L

💝​ lalalala Follow

Skull issue ^-^

🐯 ninelives Follow

skull issue lmao

🔩​ stitchez Follow

Skull issue! I dont know what that means but I'm sure it relates to your experience!

🎸​ innerdemon Follow

SKULL ISSUEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!

🔥 666firepit666 Follow

Your own cousin 🥲​

🎸​ innerdemon Follow

I AM NOT RELATED TO ANY BALD PEOPLE

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Alright, who stole my sinister amulet?

[lectern-fullcauldron]

proximity chat has done a lot for hermitcraft. it makes the server feel closer and chattier, that's for sure. but there's a special warmth in pre prox chat silent interactions on the server. something special in the little hello dances and block punch waves. the in game chat becomes a lifeline and it was a delight to watch during timelapses.

the vibe of pre prox chat quiet hermitcraft was very much we are apart from each other, but we are here together. the hermit you are watching is alone, but never lonely.

my favourite example of this kind of phenomenon is the interactions between Cleo and TFC during demise in season six. some context: Cleo was still working as a teacher, and TFC was living in a different timezone with shoddy internet. they could never hop into a discord call together, never be online together. and yet they played.

TFC started season six by vanishing underground to build a fallout vault (not a bunker, he was very adamant about that). He rarely surfaced, only occasionally sticking his head above ground to marvel in confusion and what the others had done (and break Sahara). When demise came around, he decided to play, donning iron armour and carrying on as usual, avoiding basic traps placed in his base.

this is where Cleo comes in. Cleo, being Cleo, has announced that demise is a game between hermit and hubris, and has promptly fled anywhere she's been known to frequent (bolt hole strategy). for a while they slip into TFC's walls, just as Joe hides in the statue of Hemitry.

Now TFC is working on a fall out bunker, and Cleo likes fall out, so she slips into the base and begins to add armour stands. With them are puzzles that match the game lore with an accuracy that delights TFC when he finds them. He solves her puzzles and they come back to continue the story in armour stand diorama.

They never speak to each other, just play when they are on, conversing in the hermitcraft love language of pranks. in this time, Cleo dies in demise (falling to the hubris of trusting Keralis and Bdubs). Dead human Cleo rises, ready to kill, and TFC is happily caught up in their game.

Cleo sets another trail in the story that the pair of them are telling with armour stands. It ends with a book on a lectern for TFC to read, writing the demise plotline into the fallout lore of his base.

The vaults were never meant to protect, after all. And TFC falls for it, plummeting into the lava below, inventory full of the things that could save him - fire resist, blocks, water bucket. And yet he sits in the lava and just laughs, tired of demise and happy to give Cleo the kill they've worked so hard for.

The interaction means so much to me. They are never on at the same time, and yet they are playing together. Not having prox chat means that the game is drawn out and it spans episodes, a compilation of hard work and friendship.

And all the while, TFC refers to Cleo as 'everyone's favourite zombie mistress of cthulu' and Cleo delights in building new offerings for her friend

[sayyourprayers]

Why Will's resentment of El is not an in-show theme:

Diorama scene

Scene begins with El completely clueless about the school dynamics - eg. waving hi to someone who dgaf. She knows she isn't having a great time (hence lying to Mike) but at the same time she feels like THIS IS THE DAY when everything will change. Bruh if you haven't gotten the memo till a day before spring break maybe Hopper didn't call you stupid enough.

Talking about Hopper - presumed dead - presumed hawkins mall fire hero - subject of El's direyama, it wasn't Will's job to find a hero for El nor was it his responsibility to to suggest she make a projected presentation (his own project's a chart ffs). The shots of Will looking nervous and upset when El presents is for 2 reasons:

i) She followed Angela

ii) She followed Angela

It doesn't matter what your project is, your bullies aren't bullying you for quality control purposes. I guess people who think they can just intervene and stop bullying by their aura alone, truly have no idea how bullying works. Hopefully, for better understanding the material being analysed (to death), they do get to experience being at the receiving end of it, even if it's just a little.

As per El's own admission she chose the diorama as a visual aid - as she was allowed to. Idk if y'all expected Ms. My grammar's getting better also to do a verbose write-up or Ms. sheltered in the lab has got no one poor bby to just suddenly know and find heroic inspiration in famous personalities. What is it? Is she undersocialised and trapped or not? Analyse that.

2. Post presentation

Will tries to assuage El that her presentation wasn't that bad (not a lie that it was great but it truly wasn't the worst) But Ms. friends don't lie won't listen to him. (omg willel wonder twins friends). Sidenote: how was Will gonna tell her that her project was "not what she should have made"? I am guessing the lines would be similar to Angela's and El's response would be similar to El's. Anywho. I'm not spending more time analysing this scene that was clearly meant to establish that El's lying in her letter to Mike and she's not really having a great time in California - which isn't just about the school and bullying btw but also (moreso) about her father's death and the loss of her powers (shown by the scene of her walking away merging into a depressed max doing the emo walk to the chart topping kate bush song: nordic walking really fast up a cliff.) But let's forget all that on-screen text for fanfic hit pieces.

3. Die a rammer

Before El's homage to Hopper meets the wrath of Devila there's a small scene (bby scene tiny as hell uwu) of El receiving her maths tests results. And they were F-ing bad. Another scene to establish how much creative writing went into El's letters to Mike. Will should have tutored her though, I agree. The least he could have done for the girl that got him kidnapped and then saved him from the kidnapper - but was it really saving if he's forever changed? Not important: this is about establishing Will's guilt and El obviously has none.

Anyway, El is minding her business and California dreamin' but Angela and the minions trip her up and methodically destroy her diorama. It doesn't help that an enraged El tries to telekinekick Angela's ass, but as we all know (and now re-know) she has lost her powers and is sad and frustrated about it.

Now some brilliant scientific minds of our generation wanted Will to step into that shit show and (and what?) defend El? The guy that famously freezes? The guy who loaded up a gun in 3.5 seconds but froze up and didn't use it on a literal monster with a monsterface? The same guy who has NO POWERS (would be copying El) and has been bullied throughout his life, not only in school by his peers but even whole ass adults. They called him slurs, egged on by none other than his own Papa. So the great analysts with zero experience in bullying and less than basic level of empathy towards bullied people, wanted Will to shatter his little never seen before peaceful Cali existence to save El after the fact? Yes, Zombie boy go save your social pariah wonder woman channeling sister friend. The fact is, he NEVER abandoned her, but he also didn't have enough social standing at school to prevent El from getting bullied. (A point missed in all analyses.)

He was upset and worried and headed over to console El, not in secret no no, out in the open. He is not a fighter. He has never stood up to his own bullies. He's only "sassy" with his friends and family, people he's close to and feels safe with (a feeling he associates with El too, as seen in his "sassiness" with her, but that's for later.)

Poor El had to be rescued by the teacher herself. No other person in that entire school that was present did anything even remotely expressing sympathy - no they were all laughing at her. Only the teacher and Will were in her corner. So much for resentment.

4. Rink O Maniacs

Let's begin with the airport waiting area: Two happy Byers pookies (yes even I have to concede that El was a pookie here) waiting for their incelebrity crush/love - disappointed almost immediately by the scrotoid they fancy cuz they've not discovered feminism yet.

El has the whole day planned, Will is there around them cuz I guess he's too young to be hotboxing with (a concerned and all-knowing) Jonathan and my man Argyle. I mean they could've bonded over being stressed out over not their girlfriends.

Instead though, Angela and the aerobics class decided to eff up El's planned dayte. Angela on being called El--er--Jane's friend grabs her and heads over to the rink. Will knows El's lying, but was he supposed to idk just blurt it out with all that audience? What was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to pre-empt the attack (either) in a crowded place? He wasn't physically gonna stop anyone, let's be real. If Angela would have picked on him, he'd be the one on the rink dressed in milkshake. So let's not pretend it's a reaction unique to seeing El in distress. No that's his response to BEING DISTRESSED - which he was, seeing his sisterfriend whom he likes and doesn't resent (apart from her being the love of Mike's life) in trouble.

Mike goes "above and beyond" i.e. reacts the way y'all would've loved Will to react (but it's not his gene type). Will however is worried and the one that alerts Mike once he realises, things are no longer gonna go anywhere but down under. He finally, reluctantly, but for his sisterfriend El, tells Mike about her problems, or that she's having them. Mike also can hear what's being announced for all the rink (a dedication to Jane the snitch) and coupled with what Will's told him reacts fast and tries (the operative here, he failed too) to stop the show.

Acting prowess aside, Mike and Will are both shocked and worried by El's "wipeout" in a crowded rink where it seems nobody likes her. Mike calls out to El who runs away hurt and embarrassed n not in the mood to answer him.

Now, they BOTH look for El, and MIKE the cunt thinks it's a great time to have a one on one with Will, about him "sabotaging" the day. (I still don't know how he did that, since M11 were pretty much enjoying the date till Angela appeared). The stupid gay fight happens, whatever man, idgaf.

El straightening up in the staff closet hears Angela and the pussycats (and not stupid byler) laughing (most likely at her) and decides, powers or no powers, Angela's gonna feel it tonight. The iconic Angela facelift happens after El's appeals to salvage the day and protect her lies are dismissed. Mike and Will are both again there to give loud reactions and Mike manages to be a moid even in that situation and questions El's overreaction (he at least truly believes that, unlike Will who is ready to lie to the cops abt it being an accident, lol) (Also, a quick mention Mike doesn't remind her of Brenner, Mike's the final straw that takes her back to the lab, she's already feeling weirded out by the blood and the people surrounding her, but ya whatever.)

Commentary:

Will asking El about why she's lying to Mike, isn't just him caring about Mike being lied to over El's well-being. If one's to engage a third braincell, one would notice that Will, too, found out about El's lies that day itself. He realised cuz he lives with his sisterfriend and is with her at school and at not school and so knows whatever she's saying and Mike's recalling from the letters has more imagination put into it than his painting. Will is annoyed at El and Mike (El - cuz he says it, Mike - cuz Mike says it) for being made a third wheel and also being greeted awkwardly (let's not forget he literally didn't gift Mike the painting which he painstakingly made cuz of Mike's weirdo behaviour.) That's not resentment, that's plain annoyance - an emotion Will has shown multiple times over the course of 4 seasons. His emotions don't only exist in the context of El and Mike's existence - you may ask Jonathan and Joyce, if you don't believe me.

It's hard for some people to read Will's character as anything other than a lovesick fool or brother of the main character, and their analysis reeks of this. Let's not forget, unlike Mike Wheeler, Will actually has his OWN stake in the supernatural/sci-fi/horror/superhero plot. Mike is the romantic lead. Will and El have their own journeys and stories both including and completely independent of each other and Mike.

Will not showing El the painting, is more a testament to his enduring feelings for Mike and the post-puberty clarity of romantic/sexual attraction vs puppy love. El didn't show Will her letters to Mike either. (And I am not saying she should have.) Will is not in the text to serve El. In fact, Max herself got promoted from that job. Just slapping on Vecna preys on this juicy shit - doesn't make it true. I am not saying Will and El are perfect siblings, but they're close to it and the show wants us to believe that. (You may take this as a contribution to DBros/MissedOpporunities OTP fanwork)

Will's resentment of El is the jealousy from romantic (not even) rivalry, but it is a very small part of their relationship. He could and should have been more pissy about having the girl who (even accidentally) upended his life just being his new sister now (mike or no mike) but that's not what Will is as a person. Will's jealousy of El is also something he takes out on Mike and NEVER on El.

Maybe there's such a thing as re-watching the show too many times. Y'all jumbling up character names. Y'all need to be peer reviewed.

[applesontheground]

play the game 'til i'm dead 🧩

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY EIGHT - SWALLOWING & COCKWARMING

major shoutout to @bisexual-horror-fan for giving me a little idea on how to tackle what i already had in the thinktank for this <3 <3

the working title for this one was "a case of epic bad luck" but i ended up changing it last second. seemed too on the nose, but know that the temptation was there.

NSFW | Word Count: 2,205 | Mark Hoffman x Female Apprentice!Reader contains DUBIOUS CONSENT TO MENTIONED SWALLOWING, teasing, predator/prey, manhandling, brief mention of voyeurism but nothing comes of it, edging, mouthfuck 🎼: x

You were working under Jigsaw. Of course you had a little too much interest in playing with the wills of others.

It started casual enough: tapping his shoulder when walking by, adjusting your pants so the arches of your thong showed for a split second, and that wasn’t even including the instance where you bent over, sliding part of your body into an incinerator that was going to be utilized for the next trap just to hang a syringe for an individual to have to crawl all the way inside for. Of course, you tried to do it with your backside still out, but eventually had to bend one knee, slide even further inside.

He was standing a few paces away, having to remain there like a tied up dog while John was in eyeshot just outside of room, able to catch of anything he may do and unaware of what was going on just around the wall. There was a pretty ragged part of himself that didn’t particularly care what Kramer spotted, but he chose to keep control of himself by focusing on something else in the room that needed rigging.

When you slid back out, shirt riding up and showing the matching color of bra, a dropped screwdriver made you look over at him. You two held the stare, and part of you wondered if he knew you were well aware of what you were doing.

A strike of bravery ran through you, and decided you were going to make that clear. You strode over, eyes downcast and smile barely subdued. You then adjusted, bending down in front of him to get the tool, hair curling by the toe of his boot as it hung down, and then handing it over with an innocent murmur. “Dropped this.”

He nodded back slowly, taking it without so much as a cough that resembled thanks. You walked away promptly, asking John about something that needed to be reconfigured somewhere else in the house that was being set up.

It was going to be fine, so long as the constant stayed constant, and someone else was around to keep him in line.

“You guys have to go where?”

Amanda turned to look at you, and explained again, “There’s a problem with a few of the traps over in the warehouse across town. It can be handled by just two of us, so I was thinking that John and I could go take care of it while you two finish up here, right?”

You glanced around the dim workshop, not sure where Hoffman had walked off to, but then you thinly answered, “Sure, think that’s easy enough.”

Most of your tempting had been a couple hours ago, but his hard glares were a sign it wasn’t going to be forgotten, and that you were getting payback the second he had you alone. He wasn’t meatheaded enough to do it with others around, so you comfortably kept walking along that tightrope: licking your fingers before straightening something on the diorama on the tables, stretching rather playfully, and now?

You had just set up the stage for the moment these two would drive away.

The other woman seemed to read something akin to what was going through your mind in the way your calm expression twisted a little, and she walked over carefully. “Are you worried about being left alone with him?”

Your eyes shot up from staring at the table, and playing dumb you asked, “Should I be?”

Amanda scoffed, “No. He’s surprisingly fair when it comes to…how he treats women. Doesn’t take advantage – and I would know, both of us scoured his records after he started working with us.” You tilted your head, matching her halfhearted smile. She then touched your shoulder, and assured you, “Really, he’s safe. …And if he isn’t?” Her fingers slid off your shoulder, “We’ll take care of it.”

You grinned now, and finally sighed, “Alright, alright. You guys have my burner number if you need anything. Or his, but-“

Amanda started walking backwards, and she quickly declared, “I’d call you, [Y/N].” You laughed now, but as soon as she smiled to signal her exit and turned her back to you, your eyes widened. Quickly, you scoured the room, hearing John and Mark discussing something casual in the other room. Most likely the same thing she just told me, you figured. You started looking around for good hallways to slink off to, somewhere to hide while hopping a little in place, unable to just stand there.

It was idiotic to admit this prospect excited you, but remembering the few times you had seen what he does to people who’ve caused him problems, the pit in your stomach fluttered in both terror and arousal.

The doors to the warehouse slid shut somewhere on the other side, and the sound of footsteps now approaching the room you were in made you brace. You rushed over to a nearby shelf, pressing into the shadows and watching for his entrance. He wouldn’t be hard to miss, squared shoulders coming into view.

“Think you’re funny, huh?” He asked, “Well, let’s see how hilarious this mess can get, [Y/N].” You swallowed hard, seeing him circle the table you had just been standing at. Your heart raced, not able to see where he was looking, and whether or not he could see as clear in the dark as you were. When a turn of his head swiveled back to stare straight, right where you would be in a clear line of view, you shot out to make it for the door.

What you had advantage for in speed he did in strength, one yank of the hem of your shirt making your feet slip under you in a botched run and torso slam into the doorway, his own weight shoving you twice as hard into it from the back.

“John was telling me your ability to anticipate how plans are going to pan out was growing sharper since he dragged you into all of this.” He then spoke, taking your upper arm that wasn’t pushed into the wall and twisting it behind your back, “I disagree. This is turning out pretty poor for you as far as I can tell.”

You winced, but then let out a laugh, “Shit, I try not to assume it’s gonna work out in my favor every time, but this was really unexpected.” You let him pry you off the doorway, and mentioned, “Amanda told me you were going to be harmless.”

He grimaced at that, eyes narrowing as you then asked, “Well, and speaking of the others, if Dr. Gordon comes in here?”

“Neither of us should be thinking that far ahead.” He muttered down at you, his eyes catching an open spot on the table and turning you around with him. You made this last part hard, slamming your shoulders into his chest and finally groaning in a satisfied defeat as he got you doubled over the hard surface, an ugly clang echoing through the room.

His will was fun to play with, but now it was your turn. He took a second as his hand snaked around, undoing your belt and finally getting to see the underwear you had merely shown glimpses of in its full appearance.

He lingered on it for a second, and you were surprised he knew what taking its time meant as you enjoyed the pause before they were pulled aside and a middle finger slid through, bumping your entrance and not even taking the time to tease.

“Oh, give me a break.” He muttered, craning down to loom over you and speak directly against your face, “You’re that wet before I even did anything?” You looked down at what he was doing, unable to make eye contact as he muttered another curse, pulling away and wasting no time replacing his finger with the tip of his cock.

You let out a strained noise, almost hurt as he slid halfway in, a hand running up your back, under your shirt to feel the bra now, and he then went the rest of the way. You spat through the labor, the initial pain that made you shiver through your words, “You’re just going for it, huh?”

“Oh.”

Your eyes widened again, practically feeling the dread spur your core as he stilled, “I’m not moving, hon.” You squirmed, and he responded by immediately bracing the back of your neck, “And I don’t think you are, either.”

Your breaths were labored, but that was all you gave him at first. Staying still, both arms on either side of your head and his moving to hold you down by your wrists. You set your chin against the table, forming a hunch that you could outwait him.

He was the one who adjusted now, and you quickly bit, “Oh, get a load of this lying bastard.”

“What? I’m not moving.” He lied, another slight pull out before bumping your core again, and the first huff melted into a groan. A spike of bravery, the same one that had been toying with you all evening as you did him, struck again. “I don’t know why I expected you to play fair.”

You clenched your walls around him, the heat from the act (or lack thereof) seeping through to you as the hold on your wrists tightened. He breathed deeply through his nose, and you decided there was a new angle you could take. “I can’t believe I wanted to play with a man who can’t keep his word.”

You smiled, seeing a slight shake in his arms, and his lips purse tight from the corner of your eye as you pressed your ear to the table and spoke over your shoulder, voice trembling and stuttering but continuing to egg on. “Here you are, telling me to stay still when you’re on the verge of fucking my brains out. Wouldn’t that be enough of a rut for the both of us? I don’t even have to come-“

“You’re not going to if you keep talking.” He sputtered, the snarl to his voice making your jaw fall open, and somehow you felt as though he slipped even deeper, holding the position as your voice fell from grace, and you asked, “I th-think I just…” You heaved a breath that jostled both of you slightly, and splayed your legs just a bit more comfortably.

“Sure. I just want you to do it, then.” A twitch in you made you twist the knife, and you even put a little hum to your voice now instead of the brutality you had laced it with, “Please.”

Another awful sound from above was all you got before your hips were released from digging into the table – and then promptly shoved back in. Forming bruises made you yelp as he started taking a pace that was half orchestrated, a decent rhythm, and quickly spiraling out. He released your wrists, one hand now pressing back on your neck while the other hooked around your thigh.

“Stupid whore,” He muttered, and you merely hummed in reply, “Don’t forget how easy it was for me, how badly you fucking wanted this.”

“I do,” You agreed, “And you’re giving it to me. It’s a t-two way street-“ You cut yourself off with another hiccuped moan, jostled to the point your feet barely stayed on the ground as you melted back into his pace, barely heard what he said next.

“This isn’t ending the way you think it is.”

You sighed in relief, an itch feeling closer to being scratched and assuming it meant he was going to let you come, let both of you have some sort of release after the day you spurred on, no consequence for you after all.

That was lost fast, the sensation and warm tickle inside quelled as he suddenly pulled out. You almost had something else to say, whimpering slightly as he pulled you off the table, turning you around. You stayed silent for once, breathing through an open mouth and trying not to beg any more. Still, you gave him one look, and he responded by pushing you down to your knees.

A position you had teased him with before, you realized as you fell forward from another pull of your hair, positioning you to take the erection he still had, blue-balled to hell and back and burning against your tongue, into your mouth. You went all the way back, retching against him and grabbing his knees to brace yourself.

He froze, and suddenly you realized you weren’t just drooling out onto his base. You tried to pull back, begin gagging up the thick semen that was now dripping down your throat, filling your mouth, but he suddenly plugged your nose and held you still as you demurred loudly against him.

When he did pull out, he came down to one knee, hitting your head against the edge of the table and covering your mouth.

“Swallow it.” He demanded, and when you made eye contact but stopped struggling against him, stunned from the bump your head had taken, he nodded with his hair slipping into his face. Your breaths were muffled against his hand, but you supposed the best thing to do was play with him, not against him. He seemed to agree too, feeling you shudder as your throat finally started to take it down and your eyes closed.

“Good girl.”