#fatal frame friday

[cejpacian]

Fatal Frame III: The Tormented

Playstation 2, 2005

PCSX2 screenshots (3/9)

[fadinhas]

HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH!

[numberxxisora]

Last week, we went through a haunted Japanese style house to see if we can catch pictures of ghosts before I walk into them.

[saintmuses]

❝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙗 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖❞

Pairing:

Neil Lewis x Best Friend!Reader

Summary:

During one of their Friday sleepovers, Neil and his best friend decided to have a harmless photoshoot session where polaroids were involved which turned into something more.

Warning(s): SMUT. Nudity. Breast worship. Neil being down bad. Oral (m-receiving). This is filthy too. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 1.2k

A sound of a bright flash then a whirling sound of Polaroid emitting from the slot of the vintage camera that she had found in an antique store off the street where the Gumshoe Video store resided at.

Neil then snatched the print from the slot and moved it in a way that fanned itself to make the image appear on the sheet.

She giggled as he took a picture of her posing. “What are you going to do with them?”

“I’m going to save all the polaroids and put them in a book. You know, just for two of us.” His icy eyes twinkled as he shrugged, fiddling with the buttons.

There was a pause that caused her to realize he was thinking deeply of something that he may hesitate on requesting her.

“What is it, Neil?” She inquired softly, reaching for his forearm.

“Do…do you have anything revealing?” He swallowed mumbling the question.

“Like a lingerie?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his cheeks flushed slightly. “Trying to do the femme fatale thing,” he explained, quickly adding, “you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

She trusted him, and with that decision, she swallowed, “okay.” Crawling off the mattress to stride over to her walk-in closet.

After the closet door was closed behind her, he propped himself against the headboard, he was shirtless and in his pajama pants.

He turned his head, breathing hitched after a few minutes to see her stepping out of the walk-in closet in a silk robe with lacy bralette and panties in the shade of amethyst.

He shifted to hide his hardening cock in his pajamas. “Oh wow.” He said breathlessly, staring at her with wide eyes.

She gave him a bashful smile before climbing onto the bed, and he quickly got onto his knees so he would have more control on angling the camera.

A few photos were printed.

He reached out, curling his index and middle fingers into the thin strap of the lace and dragged it over her shoulder and down her arm to reveal her skin. He inhaled sharply as he gazed at the sight of her breast before raising the Polaroid camera up to his face and pressed down the button to capture her chest and the lingerie lingering on the edge of the frame.

He held the camera in one of his hands as he stared down at her into her eyes, and he could not hold back anymore. He kissed her, effectively crossing the line, but she was kissing him back too.

Then he started trailing his lips down her jaw, pressing short feverish kisses against her skin. He then parted his lips as he reached for the curve of her neck and started to suck her skin long enough to leave a discolored spot.

He then repeated the process of giving kisses down her collarbone, making his way towards the swell of her breast that was not in the bralette.

He gave her breast a gentle lick before lathered her nipple with his tongue; sucking into his mouth vigorously as his hunger began to mount.

She pushed him onto his back, and he went down without any protestation. He realized with eyes widening that she was on a mission to pull down his pants when her hands landed on the waistline.

He bit down on his bottom lip as she dragged out his hardened cock, and he parted his thighs to let her slide in between to have an access.

He whimpered slightly when she laid the head of his cock against her tongue. Forcing eye contact as she kept her eyes on his. His attention was entirely on her mouth.

She tightened a fist around the base and stroked up the length of his shaft while her lips closed around him and suckled.

He aimed the camera towards her and his cock, capturing the moment where she began to suckle him. Once the print slid out of the machine, he placed them on the bed beside him before finally being able to maintain his attention on her with a soft pathetic whine. 

His brow furrowed and his grip in her hair tightened but was otherwise immobilized. She licked the head, stroked him once more, and tasted the precum on her tongue as she sucked him in deeper.

She closed her eyes, appreciating the way he pulsed in her mouth and grew even harder. She wasn't able to fit all of him in her mouth, but what she could do seemed to be having a strong effect on him. 

She withdrew him from her mouth and appraised his cock while stroking her hand along the full length, drawing back her saliva and coating him entirely. 

He moaned. 

She paused just before taking him back into her mouth, peering up to see anticipation it spurred in him.

Her tongue flicked the tip, curled around the head, and then she sucked him in as far as she would go.

She closed her eyes and hollowed her cheeks as she pulled sharply back. His breathing picked up, and his hips jutted into her in little restrained thrusts. She let go to hold him by the hips instead while she had let him fuck her mouth.

He groaned and thrust up, “baby.” He felt his cock brushing the back of her throat and he held her there. When he pulled her head off his cock, the bridge of spit connecting them urged him back in.

His hand tightened painfully in her hair and jerked her back onto his shaft deeper. She grunted from the motion but recovered immediately, positioning her head at a new angle as he stared down at her as he began to thrust into her mouth, pulling her into each one, and only releasing when she truly needed. 

He whined a little louder and threw his head back. “Your mouth is meant for my cock,” he mumbled before planting his feet in a firmer stance on the mattress as he fucked her mouth with less restraint. She could feel him slipping into her throat and focused entirely on suppressing her gag reflex. 

When he looked back at her, he angled her head up a little more, forcing her to lock eyes with him as tears glistened in her eyes. 

His hands gripped her scalp a little harder. It would be too easy to come down her throat. And oh, how such a look provoked him. She was panting, struggling between breaths.

Acknowledging this had been a mistake, as it caused his cock to swell a bit more as a sign of upcoming orgasm that nearly destroyed him. He threw his head back onto the pillow and moaned. Just a few more thrusts—

“Fuck,” he let out a drawn-out whine as cum began to fill her mouth in spurts.

Letting her pull away, he grabbed the vintage technology next to him and aimed it at her face. He took a photo of his cum on her tongue as she stuck it out for him.

Grabbing her face, he was able to pull her forward towards him, and with a final flash of the vintage technology, he pressed his lips against hers.

[igetthedisneybox]

Addams Family/ Wednesday OC's for Halloween

When I was a kid, I always just kind of...assumed that Wednesday had cousins named after the other days of the week.

So here are some OC's based on the poem that Wednesday's name is from. (I gave them different names than the days)

Belladonna Carmilla Angelo Addams

She is based on the first line, "Monday's Child is Fair of Face"

Her face claim is TajFaerie (linked to her instagram)

Her name means "beautiful woman" and is the name of a toxic plant

Her aesthetic is Victorian Goth

Her favorite color is blood red

She is a year older than Wednesday

She loves fashion, and expressing herself through said fashion

She is a hopeless romantic, especially for tragic love stories

She's very over dramatic, and treats personal matters with great importance

She'll sometimes speak in French of Italian, just so nobody else can understand her

She can be jaded at times, especially when it comes to holding grudges

She likes classical music, love ballads, alternative pop, and pop punk

One of her mothers is a vampire, so while she isn't one, she participates in vampire culture, such as drinking animal blood, avoiding sunlight and garlic, etc etc

She fell in love with Bianca Barclay at first sight

She's related to Wednesday on Gomez's side.

Odile Lilith Frump

She is based on the second line, "Tuesday's Child is Full of Grace"

Her face claim is Elle Fanning

Her name means "heritage" and is the name of the black swan in Swan Lake

Her aesthetic is a mix of Circus Freak and Dark Ballerina

Her favorite color is vomit yellow

She is the same age as Wednesday

She's run away to join the circus twelve times, and they send her back every time

She has joint hypermobility, which means she can move like a horror movie ghost. Which she does. To freak people out

She's a prankster, and just loves to fuck with people

She's very family-oriented. You fuck with one Addams, you fuck with them all

She likes alternative music, music box covers, circus music, and classical ballet pieces

Her passion is dancing, but she also enjoys knife throwing, tightrope walking, and other acrobatics

She's a fan of revenge and punishment, just like her cousin

She's related to Wednesday on Morticia's side.

Victoria "Ick" Elvira Addams

She is based on the fourth line, "Thursday's Child Has Far to Go"

Her face claim is Mackenzie Foy

Her full name means "victory," but the shortened form (her preferred name) is a sound of disgust

Her aesthetic is Punk Rock

Her favorite color is ooze green

She is the same age as Wednesday

She has a band with her brothers and sister, where she's the lead guitarist and singer

She's very level-headed, calm, and just generally chill to be around

She takes matters of social justice very seriously, and has a police record (she has it framed in her dorm)

She likes punk music (duh) but also dabbles in rock, heavy metal, 80's, 90's, and alternative

She's aromantic, but not asexual

She was adopted by the Addams when she was six. She wandered into their house one day and just...never left

She butts heads with Wednesday the most out of all the cousins

She's related to Wednesday on Gomez's side.

Briar Winter Addams

She is based on the fifth line, "Friday's Child is Loving and Giving"

Her face claim is Isabela Merced

Her name means "thorn," and is a reference to the Sleeping Beauty fairytale

Her aesthetic is Dark Fairytale

Her favorite color is dusk purple

She is a year younger than Wednesday

She has narcolepsy, and suffers from excessive sleepiness, fainting spells, and muscle weakness

She likes to brew antidotes for venom and poisonous plants, just in case

She likes to see the best in almost everyone, and those she can't, she poisons (mostly non-fatally. Mostly)

Like Bella, she's a hopeless romantic, and dreams of a knight in shining armor who will sweep her off of her feet

She likes creepy lullabies and alternative pop

She gives dried and dead flowers to people when they're sad

She loves moths

She's asexual, but not aromantic

She has a crush on Xavier Thorpe

She's related to Wednesday on Gomez's side.

Shelly Frump

She is based on the sixth line, "Saturday's Child Works Hard for a Living."

Her face claim is Yasmin Finney

Her name means "clearing," and is a reference to Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein

Her aesthetic is Dark Academia

Her favorite color is midnight blue

She is a year younger than Wednesday

She's part giant, and is almost six feet tall

She takes her schooling very seriously, and refuses to miss a day of class

She's a living factoid machine, and knows a little bit about everything

She feels like her parents prefer her older sister, Mary, and so is very insecure

She likes lo-fi beats to study too, classical music, and 80's and 90's alternative

She's very shy, and doesn't like talking or interacting with people much

She is very good at mind games. She can fuck you up mentally

She and Eugene Ottinger are a little too close to be regular friends

She's related to Wednesday on Morticia's side.

Zander Adams

He is based on the seventh line, "But the Child Born on the Sabbath Day, Is Blithe and Bonny and Good and Gay."

His face claim is Omar Rudberg

Her name means "defender," and is the name of an actual Addams Family member, mentioned in the animated movie

His aesthetic is Grunge

His favorite color is fire orange

He is a year younger than Wednesday

His mother changed their last name from 'Addams' to 'Adams' to differentiate themselves from the family

He was raised as a normie, and any outcast (or autistic) traits he showed were punished

He and Briar were very close as small children, as their fathers were blood brothers

He starts off disliking his cousins and the other outcasts, but realizes that they are more welcoming and understanding than his mother

He likes alternative, 80's, 90's, and punk

He ends up having a thing for Tyler Galpin

He's related to Wednesday on Gomez's side.

[bcacstuff]

Did you noticed Sam's time on IG these last 3 days? Back in Scotland?

Yes, of course I noticed the times he posted on IG. I keep track of them and list them. That's why I'm always amazed when people jump to all kind of conclusions that do not match with the reality but for some kind of reason, mostly confirmation bias, add up to the story they've build in their heads.

I mean, the ones claiming he barely posted on IG this whole week and make assumptions, he must have been ill (as his voice in the video yesterday seem to sound a little sore) to people way to much focussed on dates for which there is hardly a shred of evidence, only smoke and mirrors, now claiming they found the answer on the eternal chicken and egg question. 🙄

Anyway, it doesn't cure fatal diseases nor will it solve any wars. So, nope not gonna entertain that nonsense.

So yes, I did look at the times he posted, last Friday only 3 reposts all at the same time, just before 7pm (UK time). Could indicate flying somewhere. Could be back home, could be elsewhere.... and then yesterday the video announcing his whisky available in Canada.

Surely enough I looked a bit into it, curiosity kills the cat, and I did notice the Scottish flag on the framed poster.

A poster called The Complete Robert Burns and can be ordered online shipped to wherever you want it! #justsaying

So, at itself it doesn't really determine that it must be in Scotland (or his home for that matter) someone in China with Scottish roots or loving Burns work could order it and put it on their wall as well....

I never saw this poster at his house, which also doesn't exclude that option, as it could simply be a corner in the tavern he hasn't shown us yet. It's at least not the usual spot he records his videos in his tavern, but sure he could have chosen that spot for St. Andrews day 🤷‍♀️

What made me doubt though was the glass he used for his whisky....

I asked myself, wouldn't he use his own SS whisky glass when he was at home? As far as I can remember he always does, and it's only in hotel rooms we see him use other.

Oh and for the people saying he didn't wear his rings, well... I do think he can take them off in a hotel room as well.

Anyway, those were the thoughts I had, there isn't much more to go by. The tiny furniture parts we can see for a sec or less isn't enough to go by. Add to that we don't know when he recorded this video, though I don't think it was weeks ago and do think it is recent if not RT.

So, yes it's back to the times, while yesterday his first reposted story was quite early for UK, today (so far) it's between noon and the beginning of the evening UK times. It does match mostly UK, but I'm not entirely sure, so it's still speculation.

I know you al will draw your own conclusions, and that's okay. But for my sanity, please use your good sense of reality. I'm still looking for one eyeball, as I rolled my eyes so much at my inbox...

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Later edit, after posting above I received this Anon

which shows indeed the same framed poster (in his old house) so he does own one, and makes it more credible the video yesterday was recorded at his tavern.

Thanks Anon 🧡🧡🧡

[henrywintersdearestgirl]

His Temptress

part two of @celestialpoetry ‘s femme fatale request!

Enjoy;)

Henry’s point of view:

I kept her waiting for a week, to keep her on tip-toes as she kept me on mine for months. It was visible to me that she was waiting for me to make a move. I wanted to grip her hair and tell her: “Don’t be impatient, sweetheart.” But, I couldn’t, not yet anyway.

Then one day, I started sending her gifts. Small gifts, such as chocolates, flowers and little notes. At first I sent them to her school letterbox, which was usually always full due to some desperate notes from desperate first- or second-years. Everyone wanted her in Hampden. It gave me a big amount of satisfaction that only my gifts were the ones that made her smile.

“Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew I was just warming up… -Winter” I sent her this letter one day, which she replied to with a note to my own letterbox.

“Game on, Winter, I am longing to see the fire within you… -Y/L/N”

If she wanted a well-played game, then a well-played game she must get.

I sent her naughty notes such as:

“Beautiful dress, I bet that you would look better without them.”

“What pretty hair you have, sweetheart, if only it was wrapped around my fists.”

“Don’t you worry, I see how you’re trying to tempt me with that dangerously low-buttoned shirt. Shame that all of those fuckers get to drool on what’s mine.” I saw her opening this very note, and I saw the blush that crept up her cheeks and the shiver that ran down her spine.

So, of course, she got another one.

“What a pretty blushing little thing you are, I’m sure you blush as much when you have those hands between your graspable thighs, touching yourself to my notes… You like getting compliments, sweetheart?

But only mine wakes up the beast inside. -Winter.”

This time, I sent it to her apartment for dramatic effect. Luckily for me, Francis lived nearby, so I was able to get her address.

I sent some exotic chocolates that were labelled as an Aphrodisiac. I wanted her to be starving for me, just like I was starving for her. Her body, her skin, her touch, I wanted everything from her.

But the icebreaker was this…

A box full of tiny silky and lacy lingerie, paired with a little velvet box containing a pure gold necklace and a bottle of expensive perfume. And of course, a note.

“I want you to try these on, get your sweet scent on them and wear them when I take you out.

I will pick you up, Friday night, 6pm.

-Winter.”

She has been playing with me for weeks, it was time for me to claim my prize.

Third person’s point of view:

Y/N enjoyed this little game between them. At first, as much as she would never confess it, but she was eager for him to make a move. Then the little gifts with notes came, she certainly enjoyed the attention she was getting from him. The girls at school actually found him hot, but he was hers. Actually, she had noticed him the very first day she arrived at Hampden, and after it, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. His broad and tall frame caging her underneath him, his big hands wrapped up in her hair and around her throat, she even imagined them gripping her breasts and hips. She lusted after him.

Then, the notes came naughtier and they started arriving at her own door. It brought her satisfaction that he cared enough to find out her address, even if it was obvious to her that he got it from Abernathy. They were neighbours, he lived right across from her. He had a nice style and he always greeted her in the morning. There was a time where his car broke down, so she gave him her car whenever he needed to go into the centre of the city.

But, what made her the most hot was that he was actually right. She saved his notes, put his gifts all around her apartment as little trinkets and she touched herself while looking at them. Imagining him taking her in every position and on every surface he could.

When she received his gift with the date, she felt like dancing and cheering. She also appreciated that a man bothered to take her out on a proper date, rather than just inviting her up to their apartments so they could shag.

She loved that men were at her feet, but only gentlemen could kiss her ankles, and Henry Winter was a real gentleman. She enjoyed his gifts, and she was looking forward to getting spoiled by him.

When she tried on the dark red lingerie, she felt more sexy than ever, especially when she put on the necklace and the perfume. She looked like sex on legs, an alluring goddess. Of course, she immediately fell down on her sheets and opened up her legs so she could trace her fingers down to her wet heat. The expensive fabric created a nice friction against her clit. Y/n was satisfied, and not many men could have achieved that. He worked hard enough, he deserved a gift from her too.

She had taken up her entire friday afternoon to get ready for their date. She blew out her hair into Hollywood-curls, she did her makeup perfectly and precisely (she didn’t even minded that it was going to be messed as long as he fucked her) and put the perfume on along with the lace and necklace, just like he asked. She followed orders when she was asked nicely, really nicely.

She wore an amazing dress, a black one with golden details. And as a bonus, it hugged her curves perfectly and it showed a fair amount of clevage.

At precisely 6pm, a car stopped in front of her house.

Henry’s point of view:

I wore an all black suit and I stopped in front of her house, I got out of my car and walked up to her door with a red rose. I was raised to be gentle, women deserved to be spoiled, so of course I wasn’t going to just honk for her. I knocked, and before I knew it, the prettiest sight I ever saw was standing right in front of me. The dress, the perfume and the necklace made her look absolutely ravishing, or maybe it was just her. She was smirking at me with full lips that were painted in dark red, her eyes looked like one a siren would have. She must have been a siren in a past life of hers.

“Good evening, Y/N, you look very beautiful.” She greeted me back, I stepped forward, took her soft hand and gave her a kiss on her hand, which I felt that it made her breath hitch. “Here.” I gave her the roses “They are almost as beautiful and delicate as you, almost.”

“Thank you, for the roses and the compliment, you look… really handsome, Winter.” She caressed the petals of thee roses with her gentle fingers. “Let me just put them in water and get my coat.”

I waited for her and when she was ready, I guided her to the passengers seat and opened the door for her. “Ladies first.”

The ride was quiet, except from the radio, but there was a comfortable silence, just like in the library.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I felt pride rise within me at her surprise when we got escorted to our reservation in the very expensive restaurant.

I pulled her seat out for her and let my fingers graze her neck when she sat down. The waiter took our orders, I had whiskey on the rocks and she ordered a dirty vodka martini.

Our conversation was flowing easily, it was easy to talk to her, I just wanted more and more information about her. She seemed a bit sheepish when the waiter gave us the menu cards.

“Order whatever you’d like, the bill is taken care of.” I reached across the table and put my hand on top of her’s, she whispered thank you and smiled at me.

We talked and drank and smoked cigarettes. I loved making her laugh and I loved that she made me laugh. The orangish light made her more angelic than ever.

When we were having desert, I felt her high heels grazing and my ankles, teasingly stroking up and down.

“You really look gorgeous, Y/N, you really do.” She just giggled and I leaned closer to her. “I do hope that you will let me ruin you tonight, I cannot wait to fuck you until your legs are weak.” I whispered to her.

“Well, you were really spoiling me lately, and now of course, I never had anything more delicious… Or maybe I will in a bit.” She bit her lip and winked at me. God, she was telling me straightforwardly that she wanted to suck me off, that lit flames in me. I needed her, and I needed her now

“Are you finished with your dessert?” There was only a bit of cream on her plate, which of course she took advantage of, she wiped her finger on the plate and licked the white cream off erotically, with that devilish smirk of hers, obviously.

“Why? Impatient are we, Winter?”

“You bet, I am craving you, Miss Y/L/N.” We held eye contact and a few seconds later, she grabbed her purse in her lap and she spoke.

“Let’s go.”

I paid for their dinner and even gave a generous tip to the waiter. In the car, I put my hands on her naked thigh and squeezed her flesh.

“Thank you for dinner, I really did have a good time.” She put her hands on mine.

“Anything for you, darling, but I still have a little treat for you.” I parked the car in front of my house and guided her inside.

Her eyes were wide at the size of my place and at the scattered expensive antiques everywhere, but she didn’t have enough time to do so before I pushed her against the nearest wall and finally kissed her lips. They were so soft and plushy, I never wanted to stop, she heightened my senses to a level where I always wanted her.

She returned my kiss just as eagerly, I tapped her thighs and she jumped into my lap. I gripped her ass as if my life was at stake. I somehow found my way into my bedroom and put her gently down on the bed. I stood back to remove my shirt and pants. She tried to do the same with her dress, but I stopped her.

“Don’t.” I said when she reached behind herself to take off her dress. “I want to take it off you.”

She just chuckled softly. “Whatever you say, sir.” She said it in a tone that made me throb in my underwear, she may have even seen it.

I crawled on her and kissed her roughly again, my kisses migrated down to her jaw and neck, where I inhaled scent. I was face to face with her again and I gripped her blushing cheeks. “Listen, if we are doing this, I don’t want you to do it because you believe I deserve it… I want you to do it because you purely want to. If you don’t, I’ll understand and it will be perfectly fine.” I gave her kisses on her face while whispering.

She pulled me in for a kiss again, I knew that she was craving me as much as I craved her. “I want to, I really want to.” She guided my hands to the straps of her dress and motioned me to pull it down. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”

I grinned, like a cat who got the cream. “Fuck you? What a dirty mouth you have, darling.”

I pulled her dress down and took her heels off her feet. I nearly orgasmed when I saw her under me, in the lacy and barely covering lingerie that I gifted her. Her hair was sprawled across my pillow. I kissed her until I couldn’t breath and I took the precious time to kiss her anywhere.

“My god, you are truly divine.” I left marks on her neck and collarbones. “How gorgeous, this swan-like neck…” I helped her out of her bra, her perky and full breasts right in front of my eyes. I kissed all across her chest and her breasts, I sucked and bit her nipples. “These beautiful breasts…” I kissed her lower, her waist and hips. “Your flesh that I want to hold all the time…” I went all the way down to her ankles and thighs. “Such soft and silky skin…” I pulled the lace off her legs, I kissed the insides of her thighs, and I inhaled her scent so deeply. “And this pretty cunt that is my personal heaven from now on…” I licked a long stripe from her opening to her clit, she whimpered at my every move, but now she let out a full throaty moan. “All mine. No one else gets to smell, taste and take this pussy, right darling?” I stuck my tongue into her.

She gripped my hair. “Yes, YES! All yours! Every part of me!” She was deep in pleasure. So, I ate her out as if my life depended on it. I sucked on her clit, I fucked her with my tongue. I felt her wetness covering half of my face, but I could tell by her noises that she enjoyed it as much as I did.

I took two fingers and I circled her entrance, and slowly pushed them in. “How warm and tight, darling, I cannot wait to feel you completely.” I dived my head back between her thighs. My fingers and mouth were working in perfect unison, and looking up at her, I needed to pathetically grind down on the mattress from the sight.

“All the stupid little boys would cum in the pants from this sight… But, you need a proper man to fuck you, don’t you darling? Someone who cares more about your pleasure, your pleasure is mine.” My fingers started plunging into her more fast and deep, her moans increasing with my every move. I kissed and suckled her clit, which was red and puffy. Her scent lingered all around the room, and I was sipping it up right from the source. “So sweet, I could have you like this everyday, I bet you would love that… I could put you to sleep with my head between these thighs, and wake you up with my tongue. You deserve to be spoiled, with gifts and orgasms.“

“Uh-huh! I want that! I want to taste you too, your pleasure is mine, too. Ah~ Don’t stop!” She gripped my hair for dear life, I could feel her walls closing up on my fingers, her little nub throbbing and suddenly… A big gush of clear liquid was running down my throat, I drank it up as if it was my ambrosia, it for sure was.

“Did you just squirt?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you do that everytime?”

“No, this was my first time that it happened with someone else, I can barely do that on my own.” She heaved, still in the haze of her orgasm.

Everytime I kissed her entrance or clit, she gushed a bit more. I did that until she pushed my head away.

I crawled up to her face and kissed her deeply, she hummed at the taste of herself, but she still clung to my hair for more.

I laid down on my side and caressed her hair, her eyes were hooded and relaxed, and still so full of lust.

“Wow… That was the best thing I ever felt.”

“I’m glad I could make you feel this good, I did mean it. I want to spoil you, to worship you.” I let my fingers stroke her side and occasionally her breast. “Are you tired?”

She suddenly straddled meg and her hair was shielding the room from my face. “Not at all, Winter, I don’t tire out so easily.” She laughed and she leant down to kiss me deeply, she liked kissing and getting kissed, it seemed.

She did the same thing I did to her, she kissed all around my face, jaw and she suckled at my neck. She left marks all around my chest and she caught my skin between her teeth many times, she was revelling in the shivers that were running up and down my spine. She left kisses all around my pelvis and kissed down at my V line. “Mhm, so toned and sharp.” she dragged a red nailed finger down my muscles and her eyes darkened when they contracted under it.

She rubbed me though my underwear, her eyes were shining with lust and the need to please. My cock was nearly tearing at my boxers, I am naturally a tall and big man, so it shouldn’t be surprising that my dick was long and thick, but she nearly lost her mind, when finally, after long minutes of teasing, she took me out.

“Oh-Wow.” She started pumping me and just feeling me up.

“Yeah.” She didn’t even hear me, probably. She was probably lost in imaging me inside of her, fucking her dumb.

She muttered under her breath, with naughty eyes. “So big and warm, and oh-” she kissed my tip, which was dripping with precum, just eager to get finally lost in her precious cunt. “So sweet.”

She wanted to suck me dry, but I was waiting for this, for such a long time. I needed to feel her. I harshly fisted her hair and she moaned, the lusty minx. I pulled her up and flipped us, so I was on top of her.

“Another time, darling.” I reached forward to open my drawer and took out a condom, which I rolled on quickly on myself. I leaned back and marvelled at the sight, her chest heaving, her tits heavy and perky, my knees pulling her legs apart, which made her pussy spread out right in front of my cock, just dripping and clenching around nothing. “Beg me.”

“Please, Henry, fuck me.” I shuffled my hips closer, so my tip was touching her entrance. My thumb wandered to her clit and I started rubbing in little circles, which made her squirm under me.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that.” My thumb fastened up.

“Please, please, please! Fuck me stupid, use me on every surface. I want it so bad.” I got her exactly where I had wanted her to be, desperate and begging for me. “You were right! I was touching myself to the thought of you, so much. Please…”

“What a good girl you are, you deserve to be fucked nicely. Let me show you what no one else can.” With that, I lined myself up and slowly pushed into her. I went slow, so I wouldn’t cause her any pain, but she was taking it like a champion. Her walls were welcoming me in, but her face scrunched up, while I was nearly all the way in. I twisted her silky hair between my pointer finger. “Shh, it’s okay. I am nearly fully in, you’re doing so good.”

When a bottomed out in her, we both released a sigh of relief. She was tight and I could feel myself pressing into the heavenly spongy spot inside of her. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth a tad open.

“You feel so good, Henry.” She reached up and pulled my face closer to hers. “You can move, please do.” She whispered with a voice dripping with seduction, so I did. I slowly started moving in and out of her.

Her sweet vanilla scent enveloped me completely. We were both lost in each other. Her slender legs were wrapping themselves around my waist, making me slide into her deeper. I was hitting deliciously against her cervix, and she pulled me into her embrace.

That was everything, her embrace. Feeling her breast push flat against my chest, her soft hair tickling my skin and her walls gripping me, pulling me closer to my release.

I reached between us, somehow managing through the tight space between our bodies, and I rubbed her clit. Her voice got whiny and louder, it was music to my ears and it indicated that she was getting close.

“Henry! I’m-OH GOD!” She pulled her nails down my back and I groaned , she was marking me and leaving scratches down my back, I loved it.

“I know, darling, I know.” I sped up and with a loud moan she came undone under me. I felt myself release into the condom. “Oh, what a good girl.”

I hauled her panting body in my arm and caressed her sweaty skin. “You did so so good, my dear.”

“Mmm…” Her eyes were cloudy, she was still in subspace, an adorable little thing. I let her rest in my arms for a bit and I pulled out of her.

“Give me a second.” I made my way to the bathroom connected to my bedroom and I made a bubble bath for her, vanilla scented of course. I went back to gather her up in bridal style. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She nuzzled closer into my chest.

I helped do what she needed and I guided her into the bath, and I went in behind her.

I held her and caressed her skin. “My dear, it was amazing.”

“Yes, it was more than that, I would love it if we could do this frequently.” She turned around in the water and rested her pretty face on my chest, she looked up with her beautiful eyes, I could have watched them all night. “I would like to be yours, and I want you to be mine.”

“Yes, I would love that, my dear.”

So we laid there, bathed each other and just held each other.

“My temptress, I will give you everything that you ever want.”

[juniepops]

Couldn't thinka what to draw for stream today but Foggy Friday's on as always! Finishing up Silent Hill 2 with the "Born From a Wish" side-scenario, then trying out the original Fatal Frame for the rest of the runtime! Come around to twitch.tv/juniepops at 3PM ET / 12PM PT!

[kerbrobro]

This October, come visit the

HELL GALLERY!

Every Friday at 6 PM CST/7 PM EST a new, full horror game playthrough begins! And we'll be finishing each one within the week!

Schedule:

10/6 - HAUNTING GROUND

10/13 - NANASHI NO GAME / GAME WITH NO NAME

10/20 - FATAL FRAME

10/27 - CLOCK TOWER: GHOST HEAD

Promo art by @cassettepony

[adamwatchesmovies]

Maniac Cop (1988)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Maniac Cop really could’ve been something but as-is, it disappoints. Even if you only want a slasher movie with a unique killer, it’s a letdown. The problem is that it’s not trashy enough to be dumb fun or good enough to live up to its potential.

In New York City, a man dressed in a police uniform has been patrolling the streets at night, murdering innocent people. The initial panic subsides when Officer Jack W. Forrest Jr. (Bruce Campbell) is arrested but Lieutenant Frank McCrae (Tom Atkins) thinks he's been framed. McCrae reaches out to Jack’s lover, Officer Theresa Mallory (Laurene Landon), to clear his name and find the killer’s true identity.

I was talking to a co-worker about Maniac Cop and when I told her the film was about a serial killer dressed in police uniform, she jokingly said, “Oh, you mean, like a regular cop?” She was joking but it's a sentiment the picture fails to satisfyingly address. Even before George Floyd's murder, many people would not have found this premise shocking. The film briefly shows news reports of people who’ve never trusted uniformed men and women because they’ve seen them abuse their power but it’s a brief scene that doesn’t mean anything in the end. It's not like the audience or protagonists have their faith in the system shaken because the Maniac Cop is just a "bad apple". All of the protagonists live within the police system and none would be typical victims of police harassment even if they weren't.

So if it’s not going to comment on police corruption and violence, can Maniac Cop be trashy fun as it does what The Dentist did to dentists, or Silent Night, Deadly Night did to mall Santas? No. It makes you think it is, but then doesn’t. The kills are boring and more often than not, off-screen. The slasher is mute so there are no ironic twists on Miranda rights and director William Lustig doesn’t go through all of the possible ways you could fatally use police icons, for instance. The worst part is that the movie can’t seem to make up its mind about what kind of slasher it features. The first time Officer Mallory encounters the Maniac Cop, she riddles him with bullets, even saying she shot him twice in the head. That’s fatal for most zombies so there’s no way the killer could be anything but supernatural. He isn’t. It fares a bit better as a mystery detective thriller film, but when we find out who is donning the uniform and going around butchering civilians, it’s not a shocking reveal. You'll just say "Ok…".

Written and produced by Larry Cohen, there are several points where it feels like the story was hastily tweaked. The Maniac Cop kills his first victim by snapping their neck but when police officers inspect the body, one of them can barely hold down his lunch. He must be very sensitive to act as if he’s looking at one of Jigsaw’s victims. On top of being immune to bullets, the Maniac Cop is super strong and described as deathly cold. Again, it feels like he should be a Jason Voorhees, zombie-like killer. He isn’t. Towards the conclusion, Officer Jack and Theresa (at this point, Tom Atkins’ character has been unceremoniously written out of the film, another baffling decision) are worried the killer will use the Saint Patrick’s Day Parade to his advantage. When I heard this, I got excited. This film is not great… but neither are Leprechaun, most of the Friday the 13th movies and 2006’s Black Christmas. Despite this, I’ve seen all those films multiple times as part of a holiday/calendar day tradition. I thought Maniac Cop might be something you watch every March 17th… but the reference to the holiday could’ve been edited out of the film completely.

The most frustrating aspect of Maniac Cop is that you can see what the film could’ve been. It's in the title. Maybe they’re coming back from the grave to avenge their death after being framed by corrupt officials they were going to expose - a slasher you can cheer for. Maybe they were corrupt and now that they’ve returned wrong. “Protect and Serve” becomes “Punish and Sever”. They ONLY go after innocents or hand out absurd sentences. Jaywalking? That gets you the death penalty. With likable protagonists, interesting kills and good special effects mixed in with tension and scares, you’d satisfy the audience. The problem is that no one will remake Maniac Cop. You might argue that it was in poor taste back then, but it would be in doubly so taste now and nobody likes this movie enough to say “Damn whatever controversy might come up, I’m doing this!”. Despite everything, I was entertained by the film. I wanted to see where it was going, which does make me interested in the two sequels, which will (hopefully) be the movie Maniac Cop should’ve been. (December 5, 2024)

[cejpacian]

Fatal Frame III: The Tormented

Playstation 2, 2005

PCSX2 screenshots (1/9)

[filmnoirfoundation]

NOIR CITY returns for its sixth year to Detroit’s historic Redford Theatre this weekend, September 22 - 24 with a 75th-anniversary focus on films from 1948. Film Noir Foundation president Eddie Muller will host all eight screenings, as well as sign copies of his latest book "Eddie Muller’s Noir Bar: Cocktails Inspired by the World of Film Noir" at 7:00 p.m. tonight.

Two 35mm presentations staring Claire Tevor open the festival screenings at 8:00 p.m. tonight--John Huston’s "Key Largo" featuring an all-star cast—Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, and Edward G. Robinson—is paired with Anthony Mann’s beautiful-but-gritty "Raw Deal".

Festival schedule, individual tickets for double features, and passes are available at https://redfordtheatre.com/events/

Friday, September 22 – 8 p.m. KEY LARGO Originally released July 16, 1948 Screenplay by Richard Brooks and John Huston, based on the play by Maxwell Anderson Produced by Jerry Wald Directed by John Huston The final pairing of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall is a spine-tingling tale of a WWII veteran (Bogart) running up against a gangster (Edward G. Robinson) who’s holding the staff and guests of a coastal hotel hostage as a hurricane bears down on them. Bacall plays the daughter of proprietor Lionel Barrymore, and noir’s grandest dame, Claire Trevor, is Gaye Dawn, a broken-down chanteuse who’s Eddie G.’s booze-sodden moll. Trevor won the Best Supporting Actress Oscar® for her memorable performance. John Huston’s direction oozes discomfort in every frame, from the claustrophobic staging to the sweat-drenched close-ups of henchmen. So much time is spent on the threat of violence that when things finally do turn bloody in the final act, the impact is devastating. RAW DEAL Originally released May 26, 1948 Screenplay by John C. Higgins and Leopold Atlas, based on the story Corkscrew Alley by Arnold Armstrong and Audrey Ashley Produced by Edward Small Directed by Anthony Mann Social worker Marsha Hunt and gangster’s moll Claire Trevor duke it out for the soul of homme fatal Dennis O’Keefe in this rambunctious display of quintessential noir pulp. O’Keefe busts out of the slammer determined to get even with shyster gang-boss Raymond Burr, who wants O’Keefe dead before he reaches his San Francisco hideout. Anthony Mann made his bones with the gritty, documentary-style T-Men the year before, but here he flips the script and treats fans to a surreal fantasia of violence and vengeance. Everything in the film is slightly off-kilter, from the theremin-infused score to the nervy, dejected narration by Trevor. Stunning images by legendary cinematographer John Alton make this arguably the most visually stylish noir of them all. As Eddie likes to say, it’s “Pure Pulp for Noir People.”

[casperphobia]

Introduction 🦇˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

you can call me casper or yuli! ENFP 🗝️! js here to have fun and share some updates about myself!!! im currently a minor but grew up surrounded by a lot of 2000s influenced stuff! im a beginner drum player and i also love to sing!! i love yapping and js geeking out about things i have interest in! my favorite holiday is halloween 🎃! my favorite season is fall!! idk how i would categorize myself style wise but i love fashion :3!! i love making new friends !!

DNI

basic dni criteria

Interests ༉‧₊˚🕸️🐈‍⬛ ༉‧₊˚.

music !!

artists 👻

⤷ deftones | mcr | she wants revenge | linkin park | evanescence | ayesha erotica | many more

fashion !!

i love 2000s fashion >_< 🐈

video games !!

⤷ final fantasy | resident evil | fatal frame | minecraft | devil may cry | silent hill | many more

tv shows/movies !!

⤷ deathnote | castlevania | 10 things i hate about you | thirteen | freaky friday | scott pilgrim | nana | paradise kiss

[rain13121]

Friday update time (: checking in on the rest of the crew at the antique shop

[girldong]

fave ff game :eyereal: :eyereal:

fatal fury: does garou count

final fantasy: probably 6 or 9

fatal frame: weirdly a blind spot for me. need to play these

freaky friday:

[bread-lover-moca]

List of horror things I know

This is just to remind myself of horror stuff just for an upcoming AU. Just because I list it doesn't mean I like it, it's just there to jog my memory for ones I do know about. I'm putting anything that I think might count, but I'm not 100 percent sure. The anime ones are according to websites Danganronpa (Some sites say it counts) Another Fnaf (Fanverse games too) Shipwrecked 64 Corpse Party Madoka Magika Magical Girl Site Garten of Banban (Just putting it in case it counts) Poppy Playtime Junji Ito (Any book) Friday the 13th Stephen King (Any book) Tsugunohi Shikiyoku Promised Neverland Doki Doki Literature Club Cooking Companions HTF Bendy and the ink machine Magical Girl Raising Project Resident Evil Little Nightmares Nightmare on Elm Street Happy's Humble Burger Barn/Farm Dark Deception Chilla's Art (Any game) My Friendly Neighborhood Bad End Theater Claytown Horror Slay the Princess I'm on Observation Duty Fears to Fathom Slender Ib Amnesia Amanda the Adventurer Choo Choo Charles Duck Season VR Fran Bow Mortuary Assistant Happy Game Outlast Trials Tattletail Kindergarten The Banana Splits Movie Quiet Place Invisible Man The Bye Bye Man Silence of the lambs Saw Halloween Trick R Treat Babadook Ring Insidious Woman in Black It Werewolf by Night American Werewolf in London Happy Death day Krampus Death Note Tokyo Ghoul Zombieland Saga Soul Eater Highschool of the Dead Fatal Frame White Day: A Labyrinth named School Mad Father Saiko No Sutoka Spooky's House of Jumpscares/Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion