#happy halloween you goons

[semisolidmind]

Happy Halloween, pumpkin slasher be upon ye

(based on 70s archie comic covers)

[phoenixcatch7]

Open up

Based on this wonderful art of @puppetmaster13u for the dollhouse au!

It had been a long day, and was destined to be even longer.

The original plan had been bad enough; the league had a media conference planned for three o'clock, one that involved foreign presence and thus required pristine presentation.

Then, as all perfectly good plans that could have been left alone by the universe did, it was derailed by a villain attack or several. He said several because it seemed almost a dozen separate villains had individually had the bright idea of sabotaging the well publicised event. Though they'd failed, the accidental collaboration had done what each alone could not, and now the league was dragging themselves to base to hurriedly patch up the thankfully minor wounds and try and rush to meet the deadline.

Each league member on the list had a formal version of their usual super suit - flash's main change had been a bowtie before it met almost unanimous disapproval, and on the other end of the effort spectrum was Bruce. Not of his own will - he quite envied Flash's staunch faith in the single black bowtie - but he not only had been raised for the fast and critical world of the upper class, but was currently in a metal plated marionette held together by glue and screws and wires, which meant changing attire was more of a debacle than it would ordinarily be.

He flipped open the toolkit with the best approximation of a sigh the doll body could manage. The chest inflated and deflated, which was in fact a rather worrying sign because it wasn't supposed to be able to do that. He grabbed a screwdriver and a pit of tar glue and approached the mirror. He'd just have to go into the globally broadcast meeting stinking of sulphur... Perhaps he could borrow perfume from one of the girls, cologne combined dreadfully.

The chest cavity opened with little tugging, and he held one side in place as he attacked the bent hinges. An odd feeling, for sure. He took a hammer to the dent, imagining it was the penguin's face and praying Clark didn't decide now was the time to approach him on his self soothing metalworking hobby. He'd been entrusted with the override code for the door and Bruce was now quietly regretting that.

The chest cavity doors creaked back into place, which enabled him to finally pull out the costume change for the evening and dump it on the side.

Now for the leg, having been crushed under a tank penguin had smuggled into Gotham. It now bent the wrong way, and hiding it under his cloak had been a pain, but at least it hadn't come off -

There it went. Batman watched, almost despondent, as it toppled free of his body and crashed to the ground. The unhappy static that raced up his spine at the sight was expected - he'd be paying for the lack of care for the Patriarch Doll in nightmares tonight.

Joy.

He tipped into the nearby stool and kicked the lost limb closer with his remaining foot, squinting. Just a cracked screw and torn spring at the knee, thank goodness. He'd have it fully attached again within the hour.

But he was pretty sure he couldn't bend that far over without his jaw falling off, so face it was.

Hood off, wires unlaced under the chin, hidden screws loosened. The gas mask came off. The velcro on top of his head took good old fashioned yanking, but eventually peeled off with reluctant crackling, revealing the unpainted grey metal beneath.

As expected, his jaw was almost entirely loose, unable to close now without the structure of the mask. The nutcracker mouth in the lower jaw fell to tap against his throat, leaving either side of the actual lower jaw to hang in the air. Experimentally, he opened and closed his mouth, and watched all three parts swing and clink like a robot body horror wind-chime.

This was going to need a finer touch, and so he stripped off his gloves to access the sharp points of his talons - capped while with the league to keep the prick of steel rending claws to a mere suggestion.

He felt bared, now, all his top layer removed and abandoned, the door to his room at his back. He feels the paranoia to double check the lock, reassures himself that even if he'd somehow forgotten in his haste to hide away none of the members were mad enough to try and get in. Outside Superman, of course, but he always knocked.

Still, he hurried through repairs, running diagnostics in the back of his mind as he daubed glue into the cracks and set about restructuring his own jaw. Ears swivelled. Neck rolled. Glider snaps curled.

The jaw pieces were setting nicely when there was a noise at the door, and batman whipped around, cloak flaring behind him. The pliers dropped from suddenly weak fingers.

Captain marvel stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the room, face pale as he saw Batman propped up in middle, bare of his many obfuscating layers. Black tar speckled his lap, wires hung free like veins, blank eyes glowed, his jaw gaping, skinless. Glinting claws and spikes in full view, a limb discarded on the floor like garbage. His chest a dark hole, void of organs, of machinery, of anything that could make him run. A decades old terror gripped his heart.

HE SAW!

Both froze. Time stretched interminably.

The captains chest heaved for a scream, and batman was moving before he knew it, grabbing his fallen leg and lunging.

Captain marvel fell with a crack. Batman caught himself on the door. Five seconds before short term memory entered long term, had he reacted in time?

Hm.

He considered the body of the champion of magic laid in front of him, idly rebalancing the eternal tally graph of potential energies the dolls might run on in the back of his head and as always coming up none the wiser. This was a very inconvenient place for a body. Perhaps he could nudge marvel into the hallway to wake up. He glanced up and down the empty corridor, staying out of view of the camera.

Maybe he had overreacted slightly.

Bonus:

Billy and Green Lantern sat in the monitor room, ostensibly on duty but really checking out the watchtower camera feeds of the day before. Lantern was pointing at the screen.

"Here," he said, with a glee Billy didn't honestly appreciate. "Look at that. You go down like a sack of bricks and then -" he clicked forward two frames, "- this silver hand thing appears on the door frame. Look at that, that's a proper horror movie hand curl. The claws! Just missing the glint of a blood covered axe appearing from the shadows."

Billy shuddered, but couldn't help moving closer.

"What do you think it was? Can't have been batman, right?"

"You were there, you tell me." Lantern patted him on the shoulder before he could retort. "I mean, doesn't look much like him. Doesn't really have claws and his are black anyway. Pretty sure his gloves are sewn into his skin at this point."

"I didn't need that mental image," Billy said, because he really didn't.

"Could be another Robin variant? Like that black bat thing?"

"Dunno. I mean, unlikely. Maybe it was batman. Maybe he can shapeshift a little."

"We've had that on the list of possible powers for ages, still nothing firm one way or the other."

"It probably is batman -"

"But the claws -"

They trailed off.

"We'll just add it to the list. I'll save the file, hang on. We can talk about it at the do next week - you're coming right?"

"Yeah, but I've got, uh... A diplomacy thing with the yetis at nine, so I'll have to bail then."

"You always have the weirdest personal missions. Hey, maybe you can ask them about batman, pffft. Maybe he's one of them."

[bobbin-buckley]

Partners

Astrid Deetz x Masc!Fem!Reader

Summary: Astrid finds a partner to survive college and her classmates

Warnings: Some bullying, fluff, some mentions of almost dying, some spoilers from the movie, homophobia, horrible flirting, fluff at the end!

e/c: eye color

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She found herself wandering the darkened aisles of the college’s library, fingertips brushing against the spines of of each book that have been sitting there for so long some dust falls. She received an assignment regarding Shakespeare, it was basically a detention assignment due to her arguing with her teacher about some disagreements.

When reaching for the book she needed, her warm hand collided with a cold one. Turning her head to look up at the taller figure, she saw you. Now you weren’t popular or anything, but for it being a small college and town she could easily recognize you.

Astrid furred her eyebrows, politely asking you to let go. “I’ve found this book first,” she said in a stern tone.

You glanced down at her. She could notice your attractive state, you were very pretty. Astrid’s brown eyes stared into your e/c, and damn she felt like love at first sight really hit her.

Your voice cut off her trance, “It’s okay, I’m sure you need it more than me.” Your hand moved from the book and her hand, she pouted a bit at the absence of your hand against hers.

Grabbing the book still, she tilted her head slightly…examining you and your features. “Yeah, I do need it more than you. Thanks…” she paused, realizing how shitty that sounded. “Anyways, what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you answered, “and you?” The more you looked at her the more familiar she became, I mean..yes of course she goes to the same college as you. But you don’t exactly observe the people around you, especially the quiet ones.

She bit her lip, your voice was sexy. Her grip tightened on the book, trying to stay focused. “Astrid,” she answered before asking. “Hm, you just look familiar, have we met?”

“Now that you mention your name, aren’t you the kid that keeps getting picked on by those goons right?” Well that was definitely out there, not that she took any offense to it. She was getting bullied by some of the other schoolgirls, they’d put a Halloween prop in her dorm to scare her, which never works.

“Yeah, I am. I also wish those idiots would stop it.” She sighed, not really wanting to think about them.

“I get that, well I can deal with them if you want,” you offered. She was shocked, never ever did she think anyone would be willing to protect her. Besides maybe her mom, if she was even here.

“It’s fine, really.” Astrid shook her head, she didn’t want to see your pretty face get hurt.

All you did was nod, putting your hands in the pockets of your school pants. “Well uh…just let me know. And if you need help school wise I’m happy to, Shakespeare isn’t easy.” You walked off through the aisle with a smile, disappearing when turning the corner.

Sigh

How was she going to get over you?

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She was never going to get over you.

You were just too damn sweet and perfect! She couldn’t handle the way you smile, the way your eyes beamed into hers and your voice was incredibly attractive!

Astrid wasn’t sure what she was going to do about it, she said she wasn’t going to fall in love like her mom. She didn’t want to be anything like her mom. Even if she did, she might end up getting a divorce if she does ever get married..would that happen with you?

“Ugh, this is so frustrating.” Astrid said under her breath, she’s spent at least two hours now doing all this research and shit.

Normally she does okay when doing school work, but why couldn’t she think? It was because she was thinking of you, fuck.

She took a deep breath, and began to gather her stuff. Maybe if studying with you would help make her less distracted?

Wrong. Absolutely Wrong

Astrid left her dorm, locking it and making sure those pricks won’t get in like last time and prank her. Though when she turned around and headed for the stairs, a book came skimming across the wooden floor, ironically ending up right under her foot causing her to slip and trip down the stairs.

She gasped, her book bag flew down with her. She expected to hit the ground and be dead, but she felt warm arms around her, preventing her from dying.

“Hey you okay?” Astrid looked up, seeing how it was some guy who caught her. She wasn’t sure why, and she was disappointed for some reason.

“Uh..yeah I’m fine,” she backed up from the guy and brushed off her skirt. Then the uproarious sounds of laughter were heard from behind her up the stairs where she slipped. It was the girls that harassed her, they were laughing with tears in their eyes.

Astrid rolled her eyes, a flash of red flashing over her cheeks in embarrassment. She looked back up at the guy.

“How’s your leg? You slipped pretty hard,” he held her hips..for some reason trying to get closer to her.

Astrid backed up again, bending down to pick up all her stuff as he tried to help. “I said I’m fine, thanks.” She said a bit more aggressive, she wasn’t mad at him..just at those girls.

“Well uh..” he started again.

God can’t he shut the fuck up?

“Uhm…I’m Nick. I’m in your literature class.” He said, thinking she’d just know who he was. When really she didn’t. “I was your partner for the Shakespeare project.”

“Shit.” She said out loud, making the oblivious boy furrow his eyebrows. She forgot she had a partner, she just left class early to cool off from being stressed, she never heard who her partner was.

“Right…yeah sorry. Uhm..” “No it’s alright you forgot, I actually came to ask you if you wanted to go study in the library?”

Why did he have to ask that?!

“Oh sure, yeah I guess,” dumbass. Astrid thought, fuck she was screwed..she wanted to study with you!

“Great!” He exclaimed, “let’s get going cause I’ve got a club to meet with later.” He smiled, leading her to the library and she followed him anxiously. She totally forgot about the girls and their prank.

Astrid sat across from Nick, though after every few minutes he’d scoot his chair closer. It made her uncomfortable. She didn’t want to be rude and leave, she already said yes to studying with him. But you…

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Walking through the library, your books in your arms. Now the head over heels girl you are, you studied Shakespeare for Astrid. Even if she didn’t agree to study with you yet…you still wanted to be nice.

When passing through the library, you could hear a familiar voice faint from across the library. You peaked around the corner of an aisle of books, seeing Astrid with a guy!?

“The fuck..?” You muttered to yourself, why was she studying with a guy? I mean sure..cool I guess, but you offered..and why did she decide to go with him instead? You’re definitely smarter than him. (Since you are in your favorite class with him and he has no idea what’s going on)

Jealously floods through your body, hands clenched in fists and clenching the books. You wanted to beat the guy with your books and take Astrid to your dorm.

But she didn’t say yes. So that’s her decision, not yours to make.

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While deep in thought of studying, Astrid caught a glimpse of you staring at her and and Nick. You left quickly and she sat up.

“Whoa, you good pretty girl?” Nick asked in a flirty way, bothered the hell out of her.

“No..I’m not.” She huffed, unsure if she should chase after you or not.

Nick bit his lip, “well..maybe uh, taking this studying date behind closed doors might cheer you up?”

Astrid’s eyes went wide at his words, the forceful feeling of gagging escaped her. She turned to looks at him from the library doors.

“Excuse me what? No thank you, and this ain’t a fucking date weirdo.” Astrid stood up quickly, gathering her things. Nick shot up from his chair, damn he was desperate.

“W-wait no, hey I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. How about uh..flowers? Would that suffice?” His dumbass tried to convince, but none of his ‘charm’ was getting to Astrid.

“No. End of story, I’ve got a different study date to catch.” Literally

Astrid took off, speeding walking out of the library and left him behind dumbfounded in the library. She had no idea where you could have gone, she wandered the halls aimlessly.

“Oh is the dyke looking for her girlfriend? She ran off to her dorm with tears in her eyes, you know it’s hard to break Y/n.” Astrid heard the snitch say, she turned to face her and sighed.

“Just shut up Kayla. I don’t need you on my ass right now,” Astrid scoffed and walked off to find you.

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She spent about an hour looking for you, she eventually found you outside in the rain by the garden. A common place for those who are stressed or sad to hangout at.

“Y/n?” You turned your head when you heard her voice. She looked pretty as ever under the rain, and so did you. You turned away again, not sure what to say but still be upset. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She stepped closer to you, sitting down next to you.

“Sorry, I was just shocked when I saw you with…that guy,” you tried not to sound jealous. But regardless of what you say it sounded like it. “It’s..it’s not that I’m jealous. I just really wanted to be the person to study with you.”

Astrid blushed at your words, her heart feeling touched by your words. “Sounds like your jealous to me..but I won’t tease you.” She chuckled, smiling up at you. “Besides, it was cute of you to come find me and ask again.”

Your own cheeks flared up, it was the first time someone’s ever made you flustered. “Thanks Astrid, if you want to we can still study?” She smiled, meaning yes. “Oh! And uh..might be a little too much but I already did some studying for you..to see maybe what you could be struggling with.”

She watched you pull out some notes, which were kinda ruined from the rain. “Well…” “it’s okay..we can start over if you want.” Astrid stopped you, placing a hand on yours.

Your eyes shifted to hers, then her lips. “I’d love to start over.”

HAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAH CLIFFHANGER

actually nvm I won’t do that to y’all

Astrid pressed her lips against yours, not hesitating to do it. You were glad she did, you were too damn nervous to get any closer. Her hands grasped around your neck, while yours let go of the already damp papers onto her waist. The notes began to dampen even more from falling into a puddle.

From now on your promise to always study with her and keep her from dumbasses like Nick.

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A/n: Rushed bc I felt bad for not posting anything in awhile

My first time writing Astrid too

And idk who the jerks in the movies names were so Kayla was something that popped into my head

Also not all the way spelled checked bc my brain hurts from homework

[black-cat-luck]

hmm can I have dick Grayson head cannons when he plans a party

YEA!!!⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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𖥔 Dicks party planning is VERY serious and he will not hear otherwise on the matter. There are multiple steps, charts, lists, and a few clipboards. He will make sure everything is perfect.

𖥔 The first party of the year is usually New Years, Which technically is carrying over from the last year, (but don’t let him hear you say that). Dick loves New Years, he loves watching the ball drop, and has a drafted up speech about how much the people in the room mean to him, and how happy he is to start another new year all together.

𖥔 He doesn’t throw a party for the smaller holidays, Valentines is spent with his partner, or if he’s single, Wally. Easter is more of just a family dinner and some chocolate.

𖥔 Halloween parties are scarce because they’re usually all busy on the night because goons decide everyone wearing masks is a free pass to commit crimes.

𖥔 If he does throw a Halloween party it’s on a different day than the actual holiday and he does make everyone go to a corn maze and pumpkin patch all together.

𖥔 He goes big on Christmas, he loves the holiday and loves having everyone together. It’s less of a party, and more of a week long of just, family time.

𖥔 They go on drives through light shows, and to look at people’s lights on their houses. They go sledding, and make a snowman in the front yard of the manor, then mourn the snowman when he becomes victim of their snowball fight. He makes hot chocolate and cookies and everyone bundles together to watch the polar express.

𖥔 On Christmas morning he’s the first awake, like a little kid he goes to each persons door waking them up and dragging them downstairs, always priding himself on getting the best gifts.

𖥔 Dick absolutely loves the holidays, and throwing parties on them.

𖥔 But birthdays? Those are a whole other level of serious. Everyone gets a surprise party, everyone knows it’s happening but still has to act surprised, everyone knows exactly what time to be at the manor to be “surprised”.

𖥔 Dick usually doesn’t accept help with party planning, he wants it to be a him thing, and mostly because he’s worried someone else will mess it up, and it has to be perfect, because it’s a party for someone he loves and they deserve it being perfect.

𖥔 Eventually he accepts help when it comes to hanging banners or blowing up balloons. He has everything planned out to a T, who’s keeping the birthday person busy and away, who’s putting the candles on the cake, who’s helping Alfred set the table as he makes their favorite dinner.

𖥔 It always ends up being perfect, even the year when Dick fell from a ladder and broke a wrist. Even the year when Steph and Tim bumped into one another and sent the birthday cake straight to the floor. Even the year when no one realized Jason hadn’t been informed of their tradition and he pulled a gun on them when they all jumped out and yelled “surprise!”

𖥔 No matter what happens the party is perfect, even if Dick doesn’t think so, because even if there’s mishaps or slip ups, it was done with so much love that everyone is grateful and happy, even if they complained about not needing a party.

𖥔 At the end of the year Dick gets to wrap it all up again with his new year party, his cheesy “I love you guys” speech, and truly just being happy that everyone is together, and he gets to spend another year with his family. And when the clock strikes midnight, he holds his tradition and kisses his partner, or if single, Wally. And he’s just as excited to enjoy the first party of the year.

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This was a fun one thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoyed! ᡣ𐭩

[eashmo]

-Scream Queen - 18+

Warnings: Smut, small knife play, Teratophilia i guess, friends to lovers.

A/N: pretend that scream came out in 1980 and not in the 90s. Also happy halloween ya filthy animals.

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1984

Tonight was Halloween,which happens to be one of my most favorite holidays. but instead of getting dressed up and going out to get shit faced drunk with Steve and Nancy at Tina's party, I was chilling at home, all by myself, my little brother was with Dustin and the rest of the boys and my best friend was doing business at the halloween parties that are happening around town. so, here I was. watching the horror classics and my most favorite movie, which was Scream. There was something about ghostface that made me tingle. i was in the kitchen getting some snacks together when there was a thump on the top floor. 

"the hell was that?" 

My house phone began to ring. 

"hello?"

"y/n!” Mrs. Wheeler.

"Oh hey, Mrs Wheeler, how are you?"

"I'm doing great darling, I was calling because Y/B/N just asked if he could stay over, I told him it was alright but I wanted to make sure it was alright with your parents."

"Well, they are out of town, but I don't mind that he stays over. He loves your house more than ours, especially if it involves D&D." we both chuckled at that and said our goodbyes. 

There was a loud crash which sounded like it came from my room.

“It better not be carver and his fucking goons” I walked up the stairs, i'm really not in the mood to deal with their shit. Last year they decided to toilet paper my entire front yard. They like to torment us misfits of this town. Thinking they are better than everyone because they have money and such. 

when I came into my room and the first thing I saw made my heart drop. My window was wide open, and my bedside lamp was knocked over. I don't know if I was getting goosebumps from the cold autumn chill flowing through my small room, or I was making myself paranoid to actually think Jason is going a little overboard. my  heart was pounding hard, leaning out of my window i saw no sign of jason and his friends only kids that were going door to door, my brother and his friends cleaned out our stash of candy before other kids in the neighborhood could get to it so i didn't bother leaving the front porch light on to indicate that the house had candy. 

I huffed and slammed the window shut. I was about to turn around until a leather gloved hand clasped over my mouth, I let out a muffled scream.

“Curiosity killed the cat, darlin." A dark, deep voice disguised with a voice changer whispered into my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. I felt a long piece of metal make contact with my throat. It was most definitely a knife. I started to struggle against the mysterious person's hold. His hand slipped off my mouth.

“Jason i swear to god you are crossing the line this year!”

"Shut up, or I'll slit your pretty little throat, and I'm not that asshole." he said, then began to chuckle deeply when he realized I relaxed against his hold when he told me he wasn't jason. But I soon went stiff again when the man began to pull me backward from the window. He quickly spins me around. his attire. was dirty, beat up white Reeboks, black ripped jeans, a leather jacket paired with the infamous white ghost face mask. The mysterious man smelled of weed and cigarettes  which was an all to familiar smell to me. so i played along.

"So what do you want?" I snapped. 

 “You've always been so feisty” he let out a low chuckle. He used the tip of the knife to trace my collar bone gently. “I just wanna play with you before I kill you."

“Is that so, Mr. Ghostface?” I smirked. He pressed the knife harder into my skin, causing a small cut to appear, and a single stream of blood began to flow. This caused me to moan softly. 

"Hm you're a little horror slut aren't you" he lifted my chin with the knife, i wished i could see his face that was hidden under the mask.

"My my, you are a pretty looking thing. Wearing nothing but panties and a thin tank top” he commented as his free hand found my throat. 

“Doesn't sound like you are complaining” I breathed. 

"You're right, princess. I might consider letting you live for you to be my personal plaything. How's that sound?" the man said with a playful tone. the pet name fully confirmed my suspicion on who it was. The only person I know that calls me princess was Eddie, who I've had a crush on since elementary school. And thanks to Steve babbling his mouth one day at school. I finally knew he returned that same affection.   

"Deal," I smirked. 

 “Hm, that's what i thought princess lets see how much of a horror slut you really are then, shall we? Shirt off and get on your knees." he demanded, slowly taking off my shirt letting my tits bounce free as I lowered myself onto my bedroom floor. 

"I can't wait to wreck this pretty face of yours,' he groans.

“take my cock out. Now". undoing the jean button and zipper quickly, I swiftly pulled him out. I licked my lips to the site of his cock. Eddie cock was standard. But it was deliciously thick and veiny, not waiting for his approval. I placed a long lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, giving it a good suck causing him to immediately buck his hips which pushed him further down my throat. "s-shit" he growled, this time his voice sounding a bit breathy. "just like that" his breath hitch when I went faster, swallowing him completely causing tears in my eyes. 

"you're sucking me so fucking good." he said as he placed a hand on the top of my head he started to face fucking me, wet noises and gagging began to echo in the room.

"shit, fuck y/n" he groaned and threw his head back. My thighs began to clench together when I finally heard my name which made me hum a moan causing him to almost cum down my throat. He grabbed a handful of my hair and abruptly pulled your mouth off of him with a wet pop. 

"I want to cum in that pussy," he said growling.

"Then do it, Munson."

“H-How did you know it was me?” His voice sounded like he was pouting behind the mask. 

“You called me princess, and I know your smell” I giggled. He sighed as he gently caressed my face with his leather hand, and the other removed the voice changer.

 “I don't wanna stop Eddie” I looked up at the black holes of the ghost face mask. “Strip for me, but leave the mask on and also put your rings back on” I said as I grabbed his leather clad hand, bringing it to my mouth and using my teeth to take the glove off him. He groaned deeply at the sight. He quickly put them back on and stripped. I stood up from the ground, and my knees were screaming at me from giving him a blow job on the wooden floor. 

“Mr.ghostface? Arent you going to fuck me” i batted my eyes.    

"Indeed princess, i'm going to have you dying over this cock" his now ringed hand went to my neck squeezing it lightly as he backed me into my bed. I fell back with a soft thud as he stood before me. 

"Let's get these off, shall we?" Eddie immediately cut off my panties with the knife. I was unbelievably wet. 

"So wet for me babygirl" his fingers gently ran down up and down my slick slit, making me jump slightly at contact.

"Such a sinful sight," he was prepared  to completely ruin me. Thank fucking god i thought, he suddenly pushed himself into me fully.  “E-Eddie” I whined. The feeling of him stretching my tight cunt made me gasp at finally feeling full. The feeling I didn't know I was missing from him, I was already addicted to him but now I'm also addicted to his cock.

"Fuck y/n, i should have done this sooner, you're so fucking tight." he groaned lowly as he tightly grasped my hips and his thrusts got faster.

“Yes you should have” my eyes immediately rolled to the back of my head as his cock pounded into me.

"f-fuck. Your cock feels so fucking good, Eds" i began to moan loudly, his head back falls and he lets moan out.

"You take my cock so well princess, it was made for you, y-yes…..take it just like that." he leaned over me, the mask was cool against my warm cheek as he pounded me deeper into the mattress. 

"E-Eddie Im abo….." I breathed heavily, gripping the sheets, my knuckles turning white.   

"Cum for me babygirl '' with that i saw stars and it felt like my body was on fire. I clamped down so hard on his cock he let out a loud moan in my ear. He contined to fuck me through my orgasim "damn princess, squeezing this cock so fucking hard." he breathed.

"Eddie!" I continued to moan as I felt another orgasim on its way.

"You're mine!" he growled.  I ripped off the mask from his face, I wanted to stare into those beautiful big brown eyes as he fucked me. His long hair is now curtaining our faces. 

“This pussy is yours, I'm yours, always have been.” with my words he began to moan as he filled every inch within my pussy with his seed.

My second orgasm hit me harder than the first. It felt like I was ejected out of this universe.he was right i died and gone to heaven. Eddie collapsed on top of me. Our sweaty bodies are melting into one.  

"holy fucking shit that was amazing" we both said at the same time which caused us to burst into laughter. 

“So y/n? I've been wanting to ask you this since I first met you in elementary…… wanna be my girlfriend”

Giggles “you are truly an oblivious idiot Munson, it's about time you asked me”

“Is that a yes?” 

“Yes it is Mr.Ghostface.... also, does that mean i get to live?" i gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"Maybe, if you are a good girl," he says as he slips out of me.

Masterlist

2023

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Trick or Treat! Maya's looking to make some new friends today! you might not have met her before, but that's okay! she's only been here a few months! let's have fun!

*UIFY answers*

Leon heard a knock at the door of the treehouse. The Yokai had Halloween, with similar traditions like the dressing up and the spookiness and ghosts with ghouls and pumpkin carving. They even had trick-or-treat! And Mikey was reeeally excited about that; he'd been working all day on some special new recipe of homemade candies.

"Would you get the door?" Mikey called from the kitchen. "I'm working on the second batch!"

"Sure," Leon yelled back, as he took the tray of tiny square sugar candies.

He put his back to the wall and peeked through the side window. He could just see the top of what looked like a unicorn horn. It was a kid, not some goon or thug from the slums. Phew. Could never be too careful! Leon opened the door and was met with a very sparkly little girl dressed as a unicorn princess.

"Tricker Tree!" she squealed with delight, holding out her sack.

It took Leon a moment for his brain to reboot. For one thing, she was practically glowing with the amount of glitter she wore. For another, she was absolutely freaking adorable in her unicorn costume. Leon secretly LOVED unicorns. For a third, the red stripes on her face were eerily familiar...

Leon blinked and was back in the present. He smiled sheepishly and knelt down.

"Here ya go," he said, handing her the tray. "Take as many as you want!"

She squealed again and took about a handful of the multicoloured delights. Leon was tempted to just give her the whole tray, it wasn't like they'd get more visitors tonight. They lived out beyond the boondocks of the Hidden City... But whatever she didn't take, they would need.

"Happy Halloween!" she waved, as she ran off once she had her prizes.

"Happy Halloween!" Leon called out after her. "I like your costume!"

[indieyuugure]

Hello! I just discovered your work and I'm loving it! I binged the Mutation Situation this afternoon and it was ✨fabulous!✨

But I'm wondering what part of season 2 this is? It's obviously after Donnie made the retromutagen, but how close are you cutting it to the Krang's invasion of earth?

I’m happy you’re liking it!

The Mutation Situation comic takes place between episode 20 and 21. Leo mentions “last week’s debacle” aka when they stole Shredder’s helmet in hopes to trade it for Karai which is an allusion to episode 20, “The Legend of the Kuro Kabuto.” So, they are about 6 episodes away from the Kraang invasion.

I’ve figured that the invasion probably takes place in early to mid December(because 3-ish months later is March, early spring) so currently it’s early October, maybe very late September, which is hinted at when one of the Purple Dragon goons (Fong, I believe) states that “Halloween isn’t for another month, kids.”

Good questions! :]

[giggly-squiggily]

Bite Me (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Happy Halloween my Ghosts, Ghouls and Zombie goons! I am here bringing you some Sousoku this spooky day! :D I wrote this for a good friend of mine (you know who you are) and wanted to share it today! I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish @rachi-roo @intheticklecloset (Tagging you cause Chuuya! >:3)

Summary: Chuuya's vampire costume is perfect; but what's the point of Halloween if you don't embrace the character fully?

It was perfect.

Chuuya smirked at his reflection, shifting between poses as he took in his new look. Halloween was just around the corner- as was a massive halloween party being held at the weretiger’s apartment. Whether he even agreed to it or not was unclear, but having it outside of the agency meant Chuuya and Akutagawa could attend without stirring the pot.

That didn’t mean Chuuya wasn’t gonna go all out dressing up though.

His tailored suit fit perfectly, the velvety cape draped over his shoulders hitting his lower calves and making him a man of shadow. For makeup, he didn’t do too much- some highlighter on his cheeks and eyeliner that made the blue of his eyes extra intense. All together- he looked amazing.

He grinned, flashing his vampire teeth. They popped out of his mouth, falling into the sink.

Well…mostly amazing.

“Damn dollar store teeth!” Chuuya grumbled as he picked up his lost prop, washing them off with a grimace. He couldn’t find any of the good costume teeth- and the custom ones he ordered in the mail weren’t going to be here until the day before the party. These would just have to do.

“Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange?” Dazai’s happy chirp from the living room brought him out of thought. He was working on little pom pom bats for the apartment, the coffee table littered with crafting supplies as The Nightmare Before Christmas played on the TV. “Come with us and you will see, this our town of halloween~”

….Chuuya peeked at himself in the mirror, then back at the room Dazai was in. Then he smiled, a devious grin on his lips. Slowly, he began creeping towards his boyfriend.

~~~

“This is halloween, this is-OUCH!.” Dazai yelped, giving up on singing along as he waved his burnt finger. “How does Chibi do this every year? He probably doesn’t have fingerprints.” Blowing on his finger, he failed to notice the shadow looming behind him. “We can steal so many reese's cups-”

A loud shriek filled the room, a half-finished pom pom bat flying out of his hands as Chuuya’s lips pressed into his neck. “Chibi! What are you-AHEHEHEHE!”

“I’m hungry,” Chuuya growled against his skin, pressing kisses and gentle nibbles against it while Dazai tried squeezing him out, laughing hysterically. “Give me your blood!”

“Aheahhaha! Ahehahahahahhaa! Chuuhuhuhuhuhuhuuya plehahahahhahhase!” The brunette tried to gently push away the other, flailing into the couch with a wobbly smile. “Dohohohon’t, it tihihihihiickles!”

“Tickles huh? Surely you don’t mean this?” Chuuya stuck his hands out without warning, scribbing into Dazai’s ribs as he carried on gently biting him. The taller of the two arched with a loud squeal, falling on his side and bringing Chuuya with him. “Maybe I’ll have ribs for dinner tonight.”

“Bahahhahahharbaquueuueeu? Soohohohohunds good, leheheheht’s hit up thhahhahaht one plahhahahhce!”

“Nah, I want home cooking. I want some nice fatty ribs.” Chuuya dug into Dazai’s middle set with reckless abandon, earning a fresh squeal. “You got some good ones here.”

“Whohohohoho are yoohohohohu cahhahhhahalling fhahahhahaht? Iihihihihim gohohohoohna-AHHH!”

“Gonna what?” Chuuya teased, going for his armpits, making Dazai flop like a fish. “Whatcha gonna do?”

The detective wheezed, too ticklish to even respond. Only when his cheeks were cherry pink and his face hurt did the devious attack end. “Aheheheh…hehhehehehe..yoohohohu’re a teehheheherror!”

“That’s what vampires DO, you dork.” Chuuya flicked him gently before reaching over, grabbing one of the many pom pom bats. “Hey- these aren’t so bad! It’s a tad messy, but no one’s gonna know.”

Dazai was quiet, and for a moment Chuuya wondered if he said something wrong. When he looked back, the brunette was looking at him so fondly, an easy smile on his face. “What?”

“Nothing- it’s just…” Dazai reached up, playing with the loose red locks that fell over Chuuya’s shoulder, twirling them within his fingers. “You look really good right now.”

“Must be my ‘vampiric allure’.” Chuuya snorted, even as his face flushed some, heart racing. He put down the bat and turned to Dazai fully, letting him take it all in. “Looks like I’ve got you under my spell.”

“I am your willing servant.” Dazai grinned, pulling him down and kissing him. It went from sweet and soft to hot and fierce quickly, the brunette pushing off Chuuya’s cape as the redhead worked the buttons of Dazai’s vest. “What about the bats?”

“Screw ‘em. We can finish them later.” Chuuya pushed him fully into the couch, looming over him with a cheeky grin. “Better yet- send them Akutagawa’s way; he and the weretiger can figure it out.”

“I like the way you think.” Dazai snorted, letting himself be kissed again and again.

Thanks for reading!

[2aceofspades]

silliness aside, I hope u had a lovely and fun day as well Ace!!!

more work games and attack of the brain weasels have been making me a bit more tired lately, but seeing you pop up on my dash is always a treat! no trick! ;)

nothing but nice things and good days for my favorite goon, and anyone or anything that says differently will have to answer to me~

~-- --- .-. ... . / .- -. --- -.

It was a very happy halloween, my dear morse anon

No tricks indeed...

[edogawa-division]

Happy Halloween from Wicked Requiem

(+ A.D.A, A.R.K, & A.M.U!)

“Happy Halloween, everybody!”

“Kaoru…what on earth are you wearing?”

“A devil costume like we all agreed to this year, duh.” 

“I think Yuriko-san means why are you dressed like that Kaoru.” 

“Like what?”

“A whore.” 

“Excuse me Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no one can say anything about it.”

“Did you…did you just quote Mean Girls?”

“My money is Kaoru dressing like that because she wants her boyfriends to goon after her.”  

“I have no idea what that means Kanra.”

“I do and how the fuck do you know that you little brat.”

“Am I wrong? You want Lyall-san and Joey-san to rip that off you and-”

“KANRA! SHUT UP YOU DAMN-” 

“Hahaha! Can’t catch me! You gooner!”

“Get back here!”

“You two! For fuck’s sake! Quit fighting! Hm? You’re still here? Then take this. I have to go stop those two from killing each other.”  

You received a treat!

Candy Pitchforks. Hard candies made into the shape of the devil’s pitchfork. They come in various flavors such as grape, blueberry, and cherry. Be careful they’re quite sharp. A stab from the devil if you will. 

Meanwhile…

“Oh A.M.U you look so adorable! Let me just give you a hug!”

“Nee-san A.M.U asks that you let her go. A.M.U is ready to go meet up with Sei-chan.” 

“Just a bit longer A.M.U this is your first Halloween! Yours and Seizou’s! Where’s A.R.K? He’s supposed to be done getting ready by now?” 

“A.D.A. you’re fucking lucky that I love you enough that I’m not fucking making you pay for making me dress like this. I already had a damn costume picked out.” 

“A.R.K your outfit was too scary for the kids! Besides KAITO is fitting for you don’t you think?” 

“Look I fucking get it Kaoru based my appearance off the damn Vocaloid but that doesn’t mean I wanna fucking dress like the bastard.”

“I don’t care A.R.K you’re dressing as the Vocaloid.. Also, a reminder you’re taking A.M.U and Seizou out trick or treating tonight.” 

“When did I sign up for that shit? My plan was to fucking get drunk off my ass and find some random bitch to ACK-” 

“A.R.K Tartarus Aruto Shinozaki, you listen to me, and you listen to me well. You will take our younger sister and brother-in-law trick-or-treating tonight. I swear if they come back home with a hair out of place, I will dismantle you in such a way that not even Kaoru will be able to put you together. Am I clear?” 

“C-crystal. Holy fuck you scare me sometimes. How Mal handles you I don’t have a fucking clue.” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Never fucking mind you damn freak. I still want to fucking punch him for corrupting you.” 

“Do not punch my husband A.R.K.”

“Nee-san, Nii-san someone is here…” 

“Oh! So sorry, here you go dear! Happy Halloween, and be safe out there! Now you two give them something to.”

You received a treat!

Candy Ring. A ring pop that looks like an engagement ring, it’s very beautiful and very sweet in flavor. However, this is one bride you do not want to be marrying. A certain husband will tear you apart if you dare try.

“Hello. A.M.U was told to give this to you. So here.”

You received a treat!

Hell Lollipops. Simple red lollipops. However, don't let their appearance fool you. They pack quite the punch with how bitter they are that even Hell doesn’t want them.

“Ugh here. Happy fucking Halloween you bastards. Enjoy or…not.”

You received a trick!

A gas bomb?! It exploded right in your face! Leaving you gasping for air and clawing at your throat as your eyes slowly close. A certain spider android standing over you.

“A.R.K!!!”

“It’s not gonna fucking kill them!”

AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL ART BY @minato-division03 / @akihabara-division03 !!!

[detectivereads]

Batman the Long Halloween: The Last Halloween #1 by Jeph Loeb

5/5

This post is for fan entertainment, I am not being paid.

Hi Everyone,

Yay! I love the Long Halloween series as I stated in my other post, I love the artwork and the story. I am happy that we got a sequel too it I wanted to know what happened to Gilda.

Ok the main story in this issue starts with Jim Gordon and his wife and son are out trick or treating. The son James was dressed in a Batman costume and that night it is raining. This seems to be the part of Jim life where he is having a rocky relationship with his wife, she makes a comment that he is on the phone when he is supposed to be enjoying family time.

With both parents being distracted James goes missing.

Now getting to Batman, now I haven’t read the prequel or the sequel, but I like that I am seeing Robin in this series I was thinking that this was set before Batman took on Robin as his sidekick. Now the duo are following Catwoman.

Catwoman is in the home of Mario Falcone, she is asking some strange questions to Mario about a painting which is a portrait of Mario’s parents. Catwoman doesn’t stay long, which causes Robin to spring into action, but he is quickly taken out.

After Batman tells off Robin, they hear a gun shot and see the falling figure of Catwoman, and once they get to the location where she fell, they see a familiar sight of a gun and a pumpkin. 

Batman thinks that this is copycat.

Going back to the Gordon family, Jim gets to work and goes to the Bat signal and Mrs. Gordon tells the cops on scene what happen but also has a break down too.

Now getting back to the Dents and Grundy. Grundy, who is guarding the door to where Two-Face room is, he is attacked. The enemies break in where they shoot Two-Face.

They know who Holiday is and they want to talk.

And cliffhanger.

Good grief, this was one of the suspenseful ways to end a issue and I can’t wait for the next issue.

Now hopefully if you are reading this that you have read or at least know about Long Halloween and the whole story.

I do have some questions

The enemies granted were wearing clown masks so my first thoughts that its Joker. Clown masks are his MO but this does seem on the nose here.

Whoever these goons work for they know who Holiday (the real Holiday) is.

[popculturebuffet]

September Striketacular! (Last Exit To Springfield, Canada on Strike, Lucky Strike and Blue Collar Scrooge Reviews( Comission for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy union supporters and welcome to a very special event for this labor day weekend in honor of those brave souls in the WGA and SAG who are striking right now to create a better future for media: The SEPTEMBER STRIKETACULAR!

For those of you somehow out of the loop, Back in May the WGA went on strike for the understandable asks of better wages, better residuals for their work in the streaming era, and limits on AI to prevent Studios from using them as half assed replacements. Naturally this being Hollywood, the CEOS all bellowed no from their stygian towers and it was strike o clock.

Things esclated in July when SAG-AFTRA, already fully supporting the strike since it started and having similar needs, went on strike. Since then it's been mostly a stalemate. AMPTP has gone to the bargining tables a few times, but mostly with offers that don't even attempt compromise and attempted to shame them into accepting said offers. They've also flat out said they want to drag it out till "People start loosing their apartments and houses"

Thankfully unlike the previous writers strike, this one.. is working. While AMPTP is digging their heels in like the spoiled chlidren they are, support seems to be pretty much unanimously in favor of the striking workers. Not only that SAG has gone out of it's way to encourage it's wealthier members to donate to the strike fund to allow the members living on a more paycheck to paycheck basis to not "loose their houses and apartments" with The Rock giving a 7 figure statment. The AMPTP tried a counter narrative of it being wealthy elites.. and it seems to have utterly failed. All the blame on any delays in production and any possible content droughts.. is on the AMPTP.

So with AMPTP not seeming to give up the ghost any time soon, Kev had the brillliant idea to look at a bunch of episodes centering around strikes, letting me do most of the choosing while he made with the money. So I choose ones that fit the themes of this strike. So join me as I go thorugh some classic episodes of Simpsons, Ducktales, and Daria and a classic-ish episode of South Park to disect this strike, why i'ts important while also spotlighting some good episodes. And honestly while october is mostly full and november is getting that way, if this goes on i'll defintley be doing this again. Probably not as well made but frankly if AMPTP drags this shit out past halloween as they plan, they deserve the mockery. Four fresh and full reviews under the cut!

Last Exit to Springfield (The Simpsons) Last Exit To Springfield is an episode that for the longest time.. I never wanted to rewatch. See as a kid my little brain focused mostly on the braces part of it, and thus Lisa being forced into clunky awful braces, tormented by her doctor and told by a camera man "there is no god" and was likely a depressing slog. I foollishly assumed for YEARS chlid me was right and avoided it when possible.

So what changed? Simple, another critic. A few months ago I got introduced to simpsons youtuber TheRealJims via one of fellow youtuber ToonrificTariqs videos. Once I checked him out I was hooked on the guys positve nature, great takes and deep dives into simpsons, from showing the history of characters, to digging into weird questions like "who REALLY shot mr burns" and "what's up with Kearny's age?", to just reviewing episodes.

I mostly either agreed with his takes or could at least respect them... until we got to season 4 with one that puzzled me due to my childhood biases: he ranked Last Exit #1, citing it's rapid fire humor..a nd also revealing da lot of simpsons bits I truly loved, including one of my all time faviorites:

Just this two minute scene alone from HOmer's confused tone, to him repeating it despite it being pretty clear from context what a hired goon is, the guy straightining his tie and of course burn's justification of "I prefer the hands on touch you only get with hired goons". So with this new info I decided to at least give it one more try. And as you can probably guess by the fact it's in this collection, I did a full 180, crazy, thinkin bout the way I was.. and more importantly the years I wasted not watching this episode multiple times a year. Last Exit went from one of my most hated episodes to one of my personal faviorites.

Does this mean the dentist stuff played better to a 30 year old me versus baby boy me?

I got a few laughs this time: I love how all the dentists tools are horribly named and how casual he was about it, the laughting gas thing is fun and the book of british smiles is stupid enough to wrap around to being funny. I also absolutely loved the refrence to the burton batman film. So great.

But the stuff with LIsa herself.. still didn't work for the most part. Or marge, as the guy shouting LIAR to the nicest character in the show because she.. lied about her baby using a pacifier, isn't QUITE funny enough to make the bit work. Likewise his projection of lisa's teeth if she dosen't wear braces is needlessly mean. One of the co writers REALLY hated his orthdontist and it finally made all of this make sense. It's just not very good.

I will share some fun trivia I got from this episodes oral history though: they approached two diffrent guest stars for it: the first was Clint eastwood whose exact response was "Hell No". I half assume they brought up Paint Your Wagon years later out of spite. Or because they love gay polyamorus cowboy icons, Whose to say?

The other is more intresting and was more game, Psycho's Anthony Perkins. He was totally on board, but his failing health sadly meant he died before they could get it all worked out.

The thing is though while Lisa needing braces sets off the plot and gives homer a reason to get involved at all, it's not a huge part of the episode. We get a photographer responding to her smile with "There is no god" later, which I gotta admit has grown on me for the deliver and lisa joining in the protest sans braces, but it's mostly there for setup and to give the episode some emotoinal weight: We care about the strike because we care about lisa. It's why the episode needs it's weakest part: because nothing else would work as well without geninely weight behind homer's fight.

The real meat is the core conflict: the head of the union has mysteriously been buried in a football field somewhere, so Burns, being what your standard greedy ceo acts like when no one's looking, wants to gut their benifits starting with the dental plan.... just as homer needs it. So Homer, after taking a bit to put "Dental plan!" "Lisa needs braces' "dental plan" "Lisa needs braces' "Dental Plan" "Lisan needs braces" together into the right conclusion, ends up becoming head of the union despite it paying nothing.. unless your crooked (Woo-hoo!)

Really from the moment Burns enters musing on a childhood where his grandfather could have a boy taken away for stealing "atoms", and with said boy having warned him about uninons ("If only we'd listend to that boy instead of walling him up in the abandoned coke oven") , this episode pivots from depressing story of lisa getting braces, to one of the series finest farces. It's really a looney tune if bugs bunny was too stupid to notice anything happening to him.

As a result the episode is DENSELY packed with jokes. We have classics such as "Now do classical gas!" , "first thing tomorrow I'm gonna punch lenny in the back of the head!", "The blurst of times?!", "Where's my Burrito?!" (A personal faviorite), "it was the style at the time", along with less noted gems like Homer's weird Godfather fantasy sequence ("Mmmm organized crime"), Marge's hair getting chopped off by burns hellicotper, burns really needing to stop ending with the basement, homer being so clueless he assumes Burns trying to butter him up is Burns hitting on him, and what' sbecome my faviorite joke of the episode...

Every second of this is gold and it's hard to decide if homer screaming and then cheering or burns getting an "opneing tirade" nad his casual response of "yes thank you kent.

And this bit also underlines how well the episode gets labor disputes. It has some rough edges, the frequent mob allusions, the idea that most uninons are crooked, a lot of that is horribly out dated. But the core of it works: Burns isn't cutting benefits for any practical reason, he's cutting them to save them an extra penny; this whole strike, the money lost, burns various backfiring attempts to stop it, is simply because, like the current strike, someone wants to greedily horde money and the workers simply want want's fair. Burns tries most common strike tactics: breaking it up, sending goons to break it up, trying to make threats to the public at large. And while this being the social media age the former two aren't really in the AMPTP's book , Paramount at least trimmed a tree to take away shade from the strikers, while the "starve them out" tactic is just as petty. It also gives us even MORE great gags from Burns hose mishap, to him and smithers having a dandy time togehter as they run the plant, to the afformentiond abe simpson rant of legend. Burns is potrayed as cartoonishly evil.. but it speaks to the episodes strength that none of it is out of the bounds of reality for a change. Even trying to replace them with "loyal robot workers" is exactly the kind of threat the AMPTP is striking against. So yeah Last Exit is both a fantastic episode in it's own right.. and a great episode on unions that's held up well. Now for one that hasn't exactly held up so good.

Canada on Strike (South Park)

Canada On Strike is an intresting one as it's the only one of today's episodes directly about a previous strike.. and said strike is one that's vitally important to the ongoing one. COS was Matt and Trey's commentary the 07-08 writer's guild strike, the predecessor to the current one. And while South Park has had episodes that's incise takes were AHEAD of their time (the brittnay spears episode), or who despite the direct subject still have plenty of relevance (The bar), Canada on Strike falls into the category of "Has aged aabout as well as hot cheese on a glacier being set adrift because it's not your friend guy". It's not "Reinforcing harmful myths about trans women using a randy savage parody" bad mind but it's a reminder that while Matt and Trey sometimes hit an issue right on the head and do it perfectly like any person they can really, really fuck up. Also not remotely fun fact: i wasn't kidding that really is the episode.

In this case Matt and Trey , while sympathetic to the writers involved.. were not at all on board with the 07-08 writers strike, and outright said their concerns were overblown, particularly wanting residuals for internet content... after having just made a large deal for future streaming residuals for THEMSELVES long before streaming was viable, which still pays off to this day.

Creators were aware the internet wasn't FULLY monitizeable yet, but with itunes and amazon starting the digtial episode market, they could see it was the future. And given we now live in a world with about 80 streaming platforms and where family collectively subscribes to NINE as of this article, not to mention countless free ones and on demand services like Vudu, they were right on the target. As said in a speech by writer Harold Gould.

Soon, when computers and your TV are connected, that's how we're all going to watch. Okay? Those residuals are going to go from what they are towards zero if we don't make a stand now. ...

And you know what THEY DID. I know part of this is hindsight, but the fact remains they knew exactly what they were fighting for... and had to fight for it again. And even then they were also fighting for DVD residuals which were a bigger industry then and still exist enough to have been worth fighting for now. Matt and Trey were talking.. straight out of their ass thinking this was a fight over nothing.

Instead they portray the rest of the strikers (here as candains) as people caught along on the tides who just want to get back to work instead of people fighting so they can get paid fairly for work, and the leadership as a cluless asshat , steve abootman who has no idea who he's fighting for. The ONLY thing they get right is that the amptp, as one scene has the World's Natoins wondering if they can make otowa into an amusement park once everyone's dead from exaustion and hunger. Matt and Trey aren't REMOTELY sympathetic to them.. but their not to the strike itself either, just the people involved.

The other part of the plot.. is just horribly dated. The boys do a viral video based on a real viral video, aforementioned what what in my asshole, to get money only to get nothing. A bunch of dated at the time and even more dated now memes figh tto the death, our heroes get nothing, and matt and trey don't understand that montization from films and shows that were being SOLD online is diffrent from monetization of free content, which didn't exist yet and weirdly lump them together. The more I think about this episode the worse it gets and that's NEVER a good sign. I can only hope that like they've done in the past with Manbearpig, they make an episode that's an apology for this one.. and that transphobia shit. Seriously

This episode is an important cautionary tale though: because I watched it as a teen and didn't know that creators could be *gasp* wrong about things, I assumed they were right and the wga strike failed on it's own merits. It's a dangerous thing to put an idea out there when you know young people are watching and might belivie it. Just saying. IT's worth it if you can do it right.. but you have to or you'll just end up hurting people in the future.

Lucky Strike (Daria) And now we've gone from an episode I used to hate and absolutely love, to an episode I used to like but now hate.. to an episode I loved before and was reminded why I loved it so much.

Fun Fact: This was one of the first episodes of daria I ever saw See I got into the show via finding the first movie and the thing I keep missing the chance ot cover most, Daria: Is it Fall Yet?, which had two bonus episodes that helpfully set up the film and it's sequel Daria: Is it College Yet? that one ALSO had two bonuses, if a bit looser linked. Lucky Strike was one of them.

Why is this important? WHy didn't I just watch the seris in full? Well ti's simple: I couldn't. I didn't know you could find stuff like this online, and the dvds hadn't come out yet. I know because I got the complete series with some of my high school graduation money. I still own it. SO all I had were recaps online and these 4 episodes and 2 films.

And honestly while Lucky Strikes work even better with 4 seasons wroth of build up to it's conclusion.. it was a great early episode to watch on it's own and is one of Daria's best. Hands down. Rewatching it reminded me of so many great jokes.

Loudspeaker: Attention Lawndale Students! Jane: Is that the voice that tells me to kill and kill again? Daria: No. Satan's voice is lower and has a british accent.

The episode itself follows a teachers strike and shows it off really well. IT's probably the best teacher's strike i've seen in a cartoon and most strike episodes are teacher's strikes. It's a high bar. It points out how those in charge can deny a fair proposal.. simply because they don't want to. Ms. Li, the school's principal and money hungry tyrant, tries to bribe the teachers with a new coffee machine instead of a fair 5% raise. What helps the episode is like Mr Burns.. Mrs. Li is portrayred realistically for a company head despite being over the top petty for comedy purposes. If you haven't seen Daria, Mrs. Li is a horribly greedy person whose worried more about avoiding a lawsuit or getting the school, and herself, money than actually FUNDING said school or helping the students. Highlights of her dickery include: Punishing Daria for NOT selling Choclate to a woman who had severe health issues, forcing Mr. DiMartino, lawndales super stressed teacher and as we learn here union rep, to go on a casnio night the school was having despite having a gambling problem and him TELLING her this, selling the school out to a soft drink company, and finally at the top of season 2 censoring Daria and Jane's piece on anorexia then trying to punish them both for breaking in and vandalizing it. I saved that one for last as while ti's one of the earliest.. it also has one of Ms. Li's bigger compuances and one of the series finest moments.

So the episode both does a good job from context (the coffee machine dosen't even seem that fancY), and from history telling us "yeah she has the money she just won't pay it" just like the AMPTP, and just like them tries to villanize the striking teachers for darring to.. want actual money for having to deal with the kind of students who go to lawndale. It's a fair request. Ms. Li just won't pony up. It also heavily focuses on something the other episodes don't: scabs. South Park has a one off gag about scandivanivans I honestly forgot and simpsons just has smithers and burns do it in an entirely wholesome and hilarous montage. Here we see the scabs effect on the school.. and it isn't really good for the most part. Daria's class gets an elderly woman who calls her Darlene instead because Daria "Sounds like a hippie name" and seems to think she's teaching kindergarten, and is so out of it she FORGETS Darlene isn't daria's actual name when Daria leaves when called on the loud speaker ("I'm going to get daria"). I do love how she calls kevin QB thanks to his catchphrase though. Admitely I was worried this character would grate.. but forgot she's really only in about 2-3 minutes of episode total so she's there JUST long enough to work.

The other teacher... is just plain creepy and pathetic. We have Ken for Quinn's class. Ken is a pedophile. Him trying to groom tiffany is played as a joke. That said.. I do like that it , intetnionally or not, serves as a deconstruction for this kind of character in teen shows like this: in many , as iv'e found out via various retrospectives and watching them with my own eyes in some cases, have the pedophile teacher as a cool guy talking about game stop who woos one of the characters and is treated sympathetically.

Here Ken TRIES to be that.. but the fashion club don't take to it: Sandy is annoyed, Quinn dosen't get what's happening and Tiffany, who he's directly trying to groom.. is Tiffany, so dense no light can get through to her and thankfully no pedophiles. The scene itself is INTENDED to be funny but is just uncomfortable. While ti's mildly played for laughs that just don't work anymore, I can still respect that they throughly treat ken as a creep, treating his pedophila as

The next scene however is comedy gold. The Morgendorfers have dinner and Daria's Mom helen is doing what she tends to do when Quinn talks about her day unless i'ts plot relevant: Just kinda goes mhmmm. What makes the scene work though is as Daria hears the story she gets up... so that by the time we get to "Ken" stroking Tiffany's hair and Helen FINALLY getting the memo that "OH SHIT MY DAUGHTER'S BEING TAUGHT BY A PEDOPHILE AND HER FRIEND COULD BE GROOMED AND ASSAULTED" she ask sfor the phone.. and daria has it at the ready. It's just such a nice visual gag I tried to do it justice but can't. It also just works because Helen.. takes it super seriously and it shows how all too easily a parent can miss the signs of grooming. It also shows how this shit should be handled: the fucker needs to be sacked and Ms. Li does.. then goes further down the moral sewer as she not only clearly only did it for a lawsuit.. but tries to BLAME helen for doing it. "We wouldn't be in this fix if it wern't for your mother" "Yeah. Hire one pedophile and she gets all bent out of shape"

This leads to what the episodes REALLY about and what the strike was really for: Ms. Li asks daria to be a scab teacher for Quinn's class. She refuses at first, as anyone should.. but eventually buckles because it'd make Quinn miserable. She's still sympathetic though: she gives the class her best despite having every reason not to and she's 17 at this point. OF course she'd priortize bugging her sister over striking and it's nice that none of her teachers really seem to hold it against daria. Plus frankly if Daria refused Mrs. Li woul dlikely of found some way to try and railroad her into it anyway. As you heard when Helen evicerated her Daria undeerstandably wanting to withdraw her work was met with a hell no.

The result is pure comedy gold. Helen and Jake don't really object: Helen is happy Quinn now has access to her teacher 24/7 and Jake, my boy and sharer of the name and the stress and anger issues, is happy to have model train time. God bless this trainwreck of a human being. We also get Daria adressing her as "Class" at breakfast just to piss quinn off and threanting to fail her for funsies.

That said Daria DOES take the job seriously.. or as seriously as Daria can at this point in her life. THat is to say we still get even more comic gold with my faviorite being who she refers to Jamie, Joey and Jeffy, three meatheaded jocks who take turns dating quinn and fighting over quinn, as "Jamie, Joey or Jeffy" no matter which one she speaks to. Which

I can't either. I could look it up but they only LOOK diffrent. They don't act diffrent. We also get some nice bits here and there like one of the j's actually impressing her with his interpretation mercutio was into romeo ("Even if your thoguhts on keeping him out of the shower were a little close minded) and figuring out their talking romeo and juliet in the first place because he describes Romeo as a stalker. The real meat character wise though is with Quinn, daria's sister. For those less familiar with the show, from the first episdoe to this point, Quinn has always come up with some excuse for who daria is: her cousin, foreign exchange student, etc. Sandy, her main rival and head of the fashion club, thehir shared clique, saw through it pretty quickly, and tends to hold it over her head when possible without spilling the tea.

Here's where that reaches a breaking point: Sandy wants Quinn to tell Daria to give them all good grades, and as usual implies she'll drop the hammer if she dosen't. Daria naturally. has no intention of doing this when Quinn asks that night. Also Tom her boyfriend is here for a scene. Hi tom. I'll get to you again someday. What's telling though in how far both characters have come.. is how Daria responds "Why are you defendign the stupid quinn, your not one of them?" Quinn assumes she's going to do bad too.. but when talking to Jake, finds she actually knows this stuff.. and the confidence to just try her hardest herself , come what may. While she didn't get the message at first... she realizes Daria ACTAULLY belivies in her. She wouldn't say it directly.. but the setiment is there and it shows how far both have come: Daria can actually compliment her sister easily, if roundaboutly and Quinn has the confidence to try being smart without doing so just for attention.

So naturally Sandy fails, and Quinn finally admits Daria is her sister. And what happens with her other friends, the aformentioned Tiffany and Stacey, who gets a LOT of development this season but is weridly out of focus this episode and I should probably do a special on at some point in herself.. take it fine. They also saw though it and were just being polite to Quinn, who clearly didn't WANT to admit Daria was her sister and Sandy, who they assumed didn't know. It's a perfect payoff to the series biggest running gag and a nice moment of character growth.

As for the actual strike stuff we're here for what's neat is that it isn't just.. thrown away. It becomes the b-plot once Daria becomes a teacher, halfway in no less... but it's not forgotten: We get some fun bits with Jane and Trent, jane's slacker brother as Trent gets asked by cheery sunshiny mr. o'neil to help make a protest song, while Jane gets roped by the art teacher (and the only teacher she reallly likes and who supports her) int ohelping with signs (And has "the scab) sign her a note to get out of class. ).

The main attraction here though is Mr. Demartino. I mean it usually is, he's the best, but after apparently botching the last time they struck, he refuses to give up when the teachers get worn down a bit and spends an ENTIRE NIGHT negotating and not backing down. The best bit is easily:

Ms. Li: Don't think you can intimiate—intermolate—don't think you can scare me with your threat to picket naked!

Mr. DeMartino: You think I'm bluffing?! This is Goodwill polyester I've been sweating in all night. I want to picket naked!

Ms. Li: All right! A two percent raise and a space heater for the teacher's lounge.

Mr. DeMartino: (tugs on collar) Boy! It's getting hot in here!

That last line lives rent free in my head. The delivery is so good. And... Mr. D gets a RARE victory. I mean he still has his shitty job but he actually WINS the strike and gets ms li to sign in her delrium. Granted his confidence boost dies the moment he has to teach kevin again but still it's a nice little victory for a guy who life is determined to kick in the crotch till he has an ulcer and dies.

Lucky Strike is excellent: if you haven't watched daria it's a good episode to try it out and if you have it' sworth a rewatch. It's hilarious, gets striking down well, and has a lot of great character stuff. As I said one of the series best.

Blue Collar Scrooge (Ducktales0 This one came late in the process as we WERE going to do Squid on Strike.. but remembering this existed, it fit the themes of this strike better and was another half hour show so we went with it. It's also the only episode in this special I hadn't seen before.. and while I'm the one who brought it up.. I was also dreading it

See this episode centers around amnesia and i'm not a fan of amnesia episodes most of the time: they usually go thorugh the same beats of the person acting diffrent, being diffrent and ocsasionaly being tricked into thinknig their completely diffrent. It just gets old after a while. There are exceptions, such as bloom county's take on it

Usually though I hate these kinds of episodes.. so it was an utterly plesant suprise to see Ducktales 87, a show I've mostly thoguht of as "okay"... do a REALLY intresting take on it that also handles the plight of the working person with tact for the most part.

What makes it truly work.. is rooting it in character: Scrooge is doing his usual thing making a suprise interaction on his skateboard factory

And I love the joke of his employees just.. humoring him as they alwasy know when it's happening. This episode is REALLY funny and it's something that suprised me as outside of .. a certain moment

I never think of DuckTales 87 of being a paticuarlly funny show but this episode man. Lots of nice gags. The owner gives the boys one on the house which they sneak back after Scrooge says "they have enough toys". And somehow he's STILL the better guardian than donald

God I missed these ducks. Anyways Scrooge gets conked on the head with it a ways from home and ends up with Amensia. And weirdly.. it's not even as much of a stretch as it should be that no one finds him and he goes unoticed. Scrooge dosen't have his top hat, cane, pocket full of miracles or nifty specs. He just has his coat, and thus looks like any other old man and thanks to his amensia defaults to alan young's regular voice. Also alan young is southeren apparently

Yup. And we get some actually good amnesia gags: Scrooge calling his usual accent silly, having no luck with money and in a bit that's both kind of funny but also sad looking for himeslf on milk cartons.. and getting thrown out because the guy thinks he's teling a joke despite having been dead serious.

Anyways he finds his way to fenton's mom's garbage. Fenton.. dosen't go home because he's looking for scrooge. Okay that one's a bit more of a leap in logic as you think he'd at least go home to tell his mom he wont' be or call, but hey everything else checks out: scrooge is lost in a big city without anything ot idefnity him other than his neat sideburns. It stands to reason that unless the nephews, mrs. b, Fenton or Webby if she was in this episode saw him face to face, it woudln't be that easy for someone else to and as Fenton later poitns out they can't exactly tell the police or anyone who'd wrap this up as it could sink his buisnesses till he's found. And given how this episode ephasies he owns most of Duckburg that's a LOT of people who end up out of a job.

Anyways she's worried at first because EWWWW HOMELESS.. god the 90's were shitty to homeless people. and the 2000's. and the 2010's and present day. At least media is nicer? A little? Anyways, he compliments her dinner and we get another great bit as she makes sure he's single and asks if he has a pulse.. and him checking it is just great. It'd be the best pulse checking joke of all time if this didn't exist

And is it mildly creepy Fenton's mom is hitting on any avaliable man? Yes. Is Fenton's mom the best character here? No. Is it mildly classit to use tv dinners as a symbol of the working class. A little.

But weirdly.. their romance works fo rme. Scrooge with his amnesia is sweet to her and Mrs. C , while clearly into him because again he has a pulse, geninley tries to help, is touched when he later uses his days wages to take her out for dinner as thanks, and helps him when he has a hard day working at the skate board factory as he can only remember skateboards and his boss just.. takes the guy in because why not. It shows how some workplaces will just take every body they can get..a nd then abuse them as lunch break is literally just a minute. Which if employers coudl do that they would. It's why we need strikes and unions.. as this special has shown if an employer CAN get away with something they will. Scrooge plans to sell his factory, putting everyone in it out of work for a profit before his skateboard to the head. and to Mr. Trumpcard. I mean if you can sell your workplace to trump you truly are without a soul.

Scrooge's does show as this scrooge. .is an intresting what if: He's Scrooge if he never got his big break with the goose egg nugget. He has all the work ethic, gumption and desire for money as the regular scrooge but without the greed, cynisim and selfishness he picked up along the way. He's a kinder gentler scrooge whose happy to splurge on a pizza to make someone who was nice to him happy and who ends up leading a strike at work after Scrooge's own secretary leaks the sale to the one at the skateboard plant. He's got the fire, as he ironically grows to hate himself even before the strike, it's just better directed without any prodding or a loved one in danger.

This gets the attention of ... Fenton who dresses up as scrooge to keep the deal going and then has to go attend to the factory and get sso lost in the role he thinks he IS scrooge leading to a hilarious and engaging showdown.. and Scrooge getting his momeroy back and stealing his clothes off fenton

What I like though is the symbolism here> It's about as subtle as a brick, but it works: Scrooge literallys ees himself an dhow he was acting... and through his amensia learned what it was like. They never overly focus on that last part and that's why it works: thorugh his time not knowing who he was, Scrooge got in touch with his routes and stopped being AS corrupt an asshole. It's a true problem in labor disputes: the people at the top lack emptathy and just want money, and it was easy to put scrooge and someone who thought he was scrooge breifly in the villian roll as those are two of his biggest flaws. Even once he snaps out of it he has to be glarred into giving them a dollar an hour raise.

He dosen't even abandon Mrs. Crackshell which is nice. She assumes he will.. but he still has his soaps and the two walk off together. Does this go anywhere? No. But should it if the show comes back. And do I want to think about this relationship beyond how cute it is because it'll lead me to some very dark and horrifying places? NOPE.

Bluecollar Scrooge restored my faith in 87 ducktales after the mini series burned me out on it. It's funny, has a good message, is well animated and while a bit of a stretch, it's just far enough to work without being frustrating. So all in all a good crop of episodes and one dud. Not bad at all. Support the strikers, fuck the AMPTP and thanks for reading.

PS: I almost didn't metnion the greatest scene in comedy history. Behold.

[ryanlockheart]

maddox had marched into sydney's life and turned it upside down... and sydney wouldn't have had it any other way. before the muscular male, sydney had felt stagnant. he had the occasional fling but, for the most part, he just kept his mind focused on his workload. now, all he could think of was maddox. he hadn't been able to wipe him from his thoughts since he'd stepped foot in the sigma chi frat house. it was one hundred percent maddox all the time, and nothing had remedied it. sydney was pretty sure nothing ever would, not even after he got a taste of the arrogant male. the halloween party had just given him ample opportunity to strike and make his move. it had gone perfectly according to his plan thankfully. who knew all he'd have to was poke his ass out a little bit and flirt with him just a little, and now they were puddy in each other's hands. "i could handle it. 'm sure i'd find a way to make myself cum on that fat cock, locked or not," sydney hummed. "but i'd be a good girl, and i'd listen to you, daddy... 'cause you know you'd be so impressed you'd make me nut twenty times harder the next day." his soft digits brushed through maddox's soft locks, a soft smile on his face. he giggled to himself just a little, green eyes fixated up at the younger male. "i'd hardly say evil, maybe a horny genius suits you better," sydney teased. "i'd get you so gooned out on my feet you'd never be able to say no to me, and so i have a secret weapon now. i'm the evil genius — who's to say i'd use it for good? maybe i'm gonna use it on you to fuck your tight little pussy and make you my bitch," sydney couldn't even keep a straight face saying it. he was chuckling to himself, face buried in the crook of maddox's neck. it was soft and sweet but somehow still depraved and filthy. they ebbed and flowed, and it worked just like magic. that was how sydney knew maddox was the one. they could get up to trouble together, but they'd always come back to have fun with each other. "i'll always be a good girl for you, daddy. all you've gotta do is say the word, and i'll be down on all fours in no time, ready for you to have your way with me," sydney hummed with a grin on his lips. the kiss shocked him but was welcomed happily. their tongues massaged together, his hands running over maddox's toned arms easily. they were certainly a sight to behold, and sydney couldn't wait until everyone in the frat's eyes were on the both of them. "every part of you, daddy. i'd spend hours worshipping you head to toe. i'd clean those feet like my life depended on it. i'd eat your ass like it was fuckin' cake. i'd let you use my throat like a fuckin' toy. i'd go nuts on those fuckin' sweaty pits. hell, i'd drink your piss like it was fuckin' water... and you love that, don't you daddy?" sydney played innocent, batting those long lashes up at maddox. "love havin' a pathetic little slut who's just waiting for you to use them at your whim.. i —" his voice stopped in its tracks as that second digit pushed past his ring of muscle. his eyes rolled back in pleasure, and his face buried itself in the curve of maddox's neck again. his hand was gripping maddox's arm like his life depended on it because his balance certainly did. "you see what you're doin' to me, daddy? fuckin' makin' my brain go crosswire," he whispered. "i... you've got me. 'm fuckin' weak in the knees. i'm a goddamn mess for you, and i'd do anything to make you happy... h-happy now, daddy?"

"your boys'll be fuckin' fawnin' all over me. they'll be fuckin' begging you to touch me, and i'll be too busy sluttin' myself on your feet to even give a damn," sydney hummed. "nuh-uh. i was just testin' the boundary. wanted to see. if you'd get all jealous and finally snap and use my pussy... it worked, daddy," he teased with a smirk on his lips. he wanted to nip it in the bud if he could, just to make sure maddox knew that he was only devoted to him. he wanted nothing more than to take care of maddox. he would've gladly spent his nights just worshipping maddox's feet if that was what they both wanted, but it was clear that they both wanted the raunch and utter filth. sydney was going to make sure that they both got their needs fulfilled. "and i'm your little princess, daddy. yours to pimp out and use however you want... they're all gonna wanna be your best friend now, daddy. you ready for that?" he giggled to himself a little. he knew that maddox was going to be over the moon having all the older sigma chi guys knocking down his down just to get a taste of sydney. there was no telling what hoops maddox would make them jump through, and sydney loved that. "you know it, daddy. get me around a bunch of sweaty feet, and i can't fuckin' help myself. your boys aren't gonna know what hit 'em once i'm beggin' them for their feet and piss and cum," sydney mewled. he sighed out, dull nails digging into maddox's arm as that digit brushed up against his hole. he could barely stand up straight. "sounds like a dream. being used as toy for you and your boys? i'd be moaning and cummin' so much... i'd probably get so worked up i'd piss all over myself," he admitted with a chuckle. "someone's not jealous of benji, huh? you're already thinkin' about pimpin' me out to him and his boy toy again. you just can't get enough of me takin' his freshman cock, huh, daddy? i'll be sure to put a good show on for you, daddy." he couldn't help but tease maddox just a little. he had liked seeing him get a little jealous. poor benji didn't know the two of them were playing him like a fiddle. his knees buckled as maddox pushed his digits right back into him. he whined out in pleasure, already a mess for the older male. "oh, i can do that. all i'll probably have to do is wear some slutty skirt, shake my fat ass, and he'll be fallin' in love with me," sydney giggled. "i'll be throating his cock like a pro, and he'll be fucking loving every second... i won't stop, even once you come in there, daddy. you know me, i'm a cum-hungry slut. i'll just let you come slide in my pussy. he'll never know what hit him — 'specially once i start fuckin' one of your guys' shoes." he smirked up at the younger male, his hands roaming over maddox's muscles. he couldn't get enough of him, and he wasn't sure he ever would. "well, as long as my daddy loves it, that's all i give a damn about," sydney breathed out. "i know you're gonna take the absolute best care of me, daddy. you're gonna treat me like the best little slut in the world... and you're gonna suddenly become everyone's favorite sigma chi member. don't let it go to your head, daddy — or maybe that's just what i wanted in the first place."

"oh yeah? you just knew i was just thinkin' about sluttin' myself out for you, huh?" sydney questioned, cocking up a brow. "nah 'cause you would've been pounding this pussy from the get-go if you knew that. don't even try it, daddy. you were putty in my hands when i walked up to you tonight." he giggled to himself softly. maddox was just cool and meant to have power; he didn't even have to try. that was what drew sydney in the most about him. maddox commanded a room the second he stepped foot in it. he was cocky and arrogant, but he could back it all up. it was the sexiest thing sydney had ever seen in his entire life. "knowing you, that'll be their welcoming present," he teased, his hand brushing up against maddox's cock. sydney didn't have to worry about living up to any kind of expectations with maddox. he was able to just be himself, no matter how lustful that was. he wasn't living in the shadow of his older brother where maddox was concerned. it was his time to put on a show, and well, that was exactly what sydney was going to do. "i wanna be fucked so hard my eyes are rollin' back into my head. i wanna get fucked so hard i fuckin' nut all over myself without even havin' to touch myself. i want you all to grab me by my hair and pound away at my pussy 'til my knees are weak. i want you all to make me your bitch," sydney gasped out. "and if any of you pussy out, i'm gonna take what i want. i'll ride you if i fuckin' have to. i want your cum that bad. you ain't seen shit yet." he was putting on for them all, but he knew that maddox would love it. he was doing all of this to impress him. of course, he wanted it all, too, but blowing maddox's mind was the top priority. he wanted him to know that he had the best whore in the world on his hands, and well, sydney was proud of the job he'd done so far. "shouldn't be that hard, daddy. i'll get 'em during their office hours, one on one. i'll let my foot brush against his, slowly let it drag up his thigh... maybe show him one of our little home movies," sydney started. "he'll cave. there's no way he wouldn't. 'm sure he'll have heard about the sigma chi cumdump by then... and once i've got him hooked, 's when you come in. you'll float that grade over his head, and then he'll bite. next thing you know, i'll have two cocks in this pussy and a loafer around my cock... and you'd lap my load right out of it as a thank you." it all seemed so simple to sydney. he knew with his curves and sex appeal, he could corrupt anyone he wanted. "you wanna whore me out to 'em, daddy? 'll take every last one of 'em like a champ. hell, i'll even let you lock my cock up while they use me. i bet they'd love that... none of 'em will ever compare to that fat cock you've got though, daddy. never," sydney went on, sighing out in pleasure. maddox's newest little fantasy had sydney reeling. he could hardly believe the filth that he'd come up, but sydney loved it. "do it. make me his little fuckin' bitch for the night, and then bring back here and get 'em all riled up an jealous. i'll get treated like the slut i am by the rest of these boys," sydney hummed. "there'll a line outta here just waitin' to get around of wrecking this cunt... and i'll fuckin' love every second of it." he sucked in a deep breath as he listened to maddox go on, his lip caught between his teeth. he didn't know how he'd react to sharing maddox. on one hand, he thought might it be unfair of him to say no to him; on the other, he wanted maddox all to himself. "depends on my mood, i guess. if i'm feelin' nice, i might let them get a foot bath from my baby. or maybe i'll be real jealous and tell 'em all to fuck off," sydney went on. "you wanna worship all those sweaty feet, baby? you think you could handle all those sweaty boys?"

there was more than what met the eye with maddox, and sydney had known that from the very beginning. sure, he was the big, tough guy that sydney had grown to love, but there was also side to him that only cared about pleasing sydney. "they'll be filthy, baby. i'll be drippin' sweat. they'll be so rank they'll probably knock you out," sydney promised. "oh, i will, daddy. i'll even make you eat your load outta my shoe. and when you get real bold, and i'm feelin' really bratty, i'll play the video back for you, just to remind you what i can do to you... who knows? maybe you'll get addicted to my cock. maybe you'll be begging me to fuck you every night." he grinned to himself, testing the waters with the handsome boy. he knew that maddox might want it every once in a while, but the thought of maddox getting railed by him every night did tickle him just a little. it wasn't that sydney didn't want to see maddox like that, just that he could hardly imagine seeing someone so sure of himself reduced to a little cockslut on the regular. "i might wanna share you once in a blue moon, but for the most part, i want you to be mine and only mine," sydney stated. "maybe i have. maybe i've been thinkin' about you and him having your way with me. maybe i've been dying to take both of your cocks at the same time while ihuff away at your sweaty socks... think he'd go wild for us, and i know you'll love it, having something up on him." truth be told, sydney didn't know if tyler would venture into their little mess, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to show maddox just how slutty he could be. sydney drew maddox in closer, their lips now just inches from meeting in a kiss. "how could i not? that ass is fat, and i know it's gonna be fuckin' tight once i sink my cock into it," sydney breathed out. "i'd pound you so fuckin' hard i'd make you piss all over yourself. i'd make you cum without even touching yourself. i'd get you overstimulated and make you goon. baby, you'll be a fuckin' mess. you'll be beggin' me for more, beggin' for your princess to use your hole again." his digits tip-toed across maddox's collarbone playfully before sliding up to cup his face. their lips pressed against each other, heated and passionate. "maybe i'll get you so slutty, you'll wanna take all those guys in the gym, huh? you think you could be your princess's cumdump?" again, sydney was just pressing maddox, seeing what made him snap, what turned him on, and what was his limit. he was doing everything he could to keep maddox's attention on him, not that he really needed to... but he wanted to make sure he could keep it. he didn't want maddox to dash once the morning was over. it was just sydney's back up plan in case his gut feeling was wrong — which was rare.

as maddox kept pounding away at him, sydney found it harder to stay grounded. the pleasure of each stroke, paired with the musk radiating off all the boys' feet, it was enough to send him into overdrive. "good pussy'll do that to ya, benj. shit's probably so tight, even if he is a little slut. that cock is fuckin' huge, it's stretchin' him out," ace remarked with a proud smirk on his face. he was clearly proud of the number the two of them were doing on the senior. all sydney could do was let his tongue swipe across the soles of their sweaty socks. he was sucking at their clothes toes, not even sure which one they belonged to, but he was acting like his life depending on it. the sweat and filth was all over his tongue, and their masculine musk was all he could breathe in. it was heaven. "s-so good," was all sydney was able to muster up in response. ace was leaning in the second benji was delving into his little fantasy. he'd never imagined the timid nerd he'd come to love would be so filthy, but it turned ace right on. "i'll make him be my fuckin' foot stool while he cockwarms you two. maybe i'll even tease that little cock with my foot, make him all worked up," ace tagged on. sydney's cock just jumped at the thought of it all. "please, please, please... i wanna have to earn everything. i'll just keep you hard and bounce on your cocks every now and then... a-and i'll make sure your feet are nice and clean, a-ace. a-and i'll give whoever wins the first round the best fuckin' tongue bath they've ever had," sydney rambled. his words were slurred, and his eyes were hazy... but he was having the time of his life. he wouldn't have rather been anywhere else in the entire world than sprawled out on that coffee table in the middle of the frat house. sydney was snapped out of his blissful state the second he heard maddox's voice hit his ears. he perked up and pulled away from the boy's feet for a second. his arms wrapped around maddox's neck. "they can be our little toys. i know you'd love that, daddy. you're already playin' with them," sydney whispered, letting his teeth graze against his earlobe. his body slipped away, back into the mix of sweaty socks and frat boy feet, and he got back to work. "let 'em wreck me, daddy. please. just on those nights where i'm insatiable and can't get enough cock. you know you're gonna wanna split me open with all three of your cocks again, aren't you, daddy?" his tongue extended and raked across all of the boys' sweaty toes. he moaned out in pleasure, just from the taste. "i'll do any fuckin' thing you two want. eat your asses, clean your pits, drink your piss... hell, i said i'd fuck your shoe. what do you want me to do, benji? tell me, and i'll fuckin' do it. i'll prove it to you that i'm fuckin' insatiable, and i need your cocks to fuckin' wreck me," sydney whined. the next thing he knew, he was covered in even more feet. he couldn't even make out who was hovering above him. all sydney knew was that he needed to do the best job he could possibly do. he needed to prove himself to every single last one of them. he wanted them to know that he was sorry for the hazing and the hell he'd put them all through, without a doubt. "you'd better. i want you to fuckin' wreck me so hard. i want you to fuckin' shoot your load so deep in me. i wanna feel you in my stomach," sydney whined. he might have been a little delirious, but he was just in so much pleasure he couldn't help himself.

sydney should have probably felt remorse or fear when he glanced over at the rest of the frat, but somehow, all he felt was pure power. his whole body was electrified from pleasure, and he didn't want that to change. as he saw benji come into his own, sydney couldn't help but be proud. he was a meek and mild little thing when he stepped through those doors; sydney had helped him speak up for himself in a way. "who would've thought the freshman would've been so hung? and don't get me started on those sweaty feet. 's fuckin' heaven down here," sydney narrated. maddox, too, was commanding the crowd just as well. he'd never had any doubts about him, though, but experiencing it firsthand was enough to make his cock twitch. "if you wanna taste of this pussy, you're gonna have to fuckin' kiss the ring. maddox runs this shit now," ace chimed in. sydney had honestly lost all track of everything. he was just proud of maddox taking his rightful spot in the frat. no one would ever give him shit now. all of the boys around him looked eager and hungry, like they would've done anything to get a taste of him... and more and more just kept coming. sydney was the star of the show. "of course, 's what i wanted. you think i wanted to give you grief when i could've had my face buried in those sweaty pits? uh, no, thank you," he murmured out. sydney's tongue hung out of his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head as maddox just pounded away at him like it was nothing. "i'm the frat cumdump now, aren't i, daddy? everyone's gonna wanna use me, but they're gonna have to go through you to get me. how's it feel to know you've got the best pussy on campus, daddy? and you get to use it whenever and however you want... everyone else has to fall in line with you," sydney hummed. he could tell benji and ace were just dying to get a round with him. it was honestly kind of cute. they were eager, where maddox had played it cool. they'd never quite scratch his itch like maddox would, but he knew they'd certainly be fun to play with. "he's the hottest thing. second i saw him, i wanted to gag on his cock. could've been getting bred every night if i'd've just tried sooner," sydney answered benji. his gaze shift down to his stomach, where maddox's cock was literally bulging out of him. it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. ace got the idea to press down on it, and sydney's cock was spurting out sporadic streams of piss all over himself. "he owns this pussy. d'you see how he made me cum with no hands?" sydney questioned the boys. "of course we did, bro. 's fuckin' crazy. never seen anything like it. you're, like, built to take cock," ace sputtered back. "just imagine how good 's gonna feel when you're all stretching me out together. bet you'll make me nut again and again and again without even trying... god, can i get one of your shoes while we do it?" sydney asked like a greedy whore. it was only when maddox's lips found his again that he felt grounded. "i'm a good girl, daddy. promise. wanna earn that reward," he whispered. he could tell maddox was getting closer and closer to his high. his thrusts were rougher, more erratic. sydney was dying for it. "of course, i'm gonna let 'em. i said i would, daddy... 'specially since i'm gonna get your ass on my face 'cause of it," the senior replied. his breathing hitched as he sensed maddox's climax. his walls were tight around maddox's length, and before he knew it, the younger male was spilling his seed deep inside of him. "yes, yes, yes, daddy. breed me," sydney nearly wailed. he couldn't help himself; sydney just backed himself onto maddox's cock some more, taking exactly what he so desperately needed. his toes wiggled against maddox's face, a cheeky grin turning up on the corner's of sydney's mouth. "thank you, daddy," he hummed happily, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "hm... let's see if benji is all bark and no bite, right, daddy?" sydney questioned, cocking up a brow. he glanced over at benji casually. "you think he's really got what it takes to use a slut like me?"

spellman university wasn't maddox's first choice, or even his second... but as he was finding his footing, he could easily see why his father never shut up about his beloved alma mater. although, if his old man's experience was anything close to his own, he might have a few things to explain to maddox's mother. he liked to think he would have found his own way eventually, but it wasn't lost on him that he owed everything to sydney. without him, he would have spent halloween in his room with a bag of cheeto's and his right hand — but sydney gave him a purpose. he gave maddox that light, bubbly feeling that he'd been missing out on; checked off every box and even added some of his own. they were just getting started, but maddox knew his life would feel incomplete without sydney. "i wouldn't be that cruel to you, princess.. but i might lock your pretty cock up and not let you cum for a whole night," maddox said with a devilish grin. each time sydney's plush lips grazed his skin, a shiver was sent down the length of that younger boy's spine. he was addicted to that soft touch, even if he didn't quite know how to put that into words. "you don't think that was my evil plan all along, baby?" maddox replied. "i get those sweaty feet in my face whenever you want something, which means i get what i want first — i'm an evil genius, it's okay to admit it." he couldn't deny that sydney had the upper hand, but maddox knew that he could have back if he truly wanted to. their dynamic had peaks and valleys, and — to maddox — that was the best part. "besides, we both know that i'm the only one who knows how to put you in your place, sweetheart... i can have my way with your sweaty feet whenever i want to, but if i tell you to get on your hands and knees and put that pretty pussy in the air for daddy, i know you will. after all, you wanna be a good girl for daddy, don't you?" he said, pulling the other's face from the crook of his neck. he brought their mouths together slowly, tongue slipping between sydney's soft lips as others watched on. they were making a spectacle of themselves, but maddox couldn't have cared less. "i'm sure it's everything, isn't it? sweaty feet, fat cock, rank pits... you're addicted to daddy, but we've barely gotten started yet," maddox replied, gently stroking the other's cheek. everything about sydney was so soft, maddox could have spent an eternity exploring every inch until there was nothing left untouched. "oh, nothing... my little princess was just going on about how obsessed with me you are," he said with a smirk, pushing a second digit past sydney's taught rim. "hm, is that so? you're gonna make me work for it, huh? doesn't feel like you're making me work for it," maddox hummed, eyes lit up as he found that sensitive bundle of nerves. "feels more like you're doing the work, with how tight that little cunt's squeezing my fingers. what do you think?"

"every pair of eyes in the room would be on you, babygirl," maddox said with a grin. "they would be drooling all over you, hearing you go on about daddy's feet and seeing you show off that tight little cunt. there's no doubt they'd all want a turn with you, but you'd be too busy to even notice... 'cause when daddy's feet are in your face, you can't think about anything else... except benji, apparently." was maddox actually jealous of benji? absolutely not; but it was fun to mess with the older boy, to see how far he was willing to go to prove that he was loyal to him and only him. benji was simply a piece in their game — even if he hadn't figured it out yet. "well, duh. i'm the new king of sigma chi, princess. i scored the best ass this frat has to offer, and they're all gonna be kissing my feet once they find out that i'm sharing your cunt all over campus... 'cause they've all been watchin' you and waiting to get you drunk enough to give them a chance," he grinned, his lips lingering inches from sydney's. maddox brought his fingers to his mouth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the taste of sydney resonated on his tongue. "i know you'd be going back for seconds, princess. with all those sweaty feet right in your face, you wouldn't be able to help yourself... and the guys are gonna eat that right up, baby. they're gonna let you do anything you want, as long as you bat your eyelashes and ask nicely," maddox assured. he slipped his hand past the elastic waistband of sydney's thong once again, circling his tight rim with the tip of his fingers. "we're gonna keep you in the locker room all night and pass you around like a fucking toy. we aren't gonna leave until everyone has had at least a few turns with you... and just when you think you're all fucked out, i'm gonna bring you home and let benji and ace have their fun with you, too." he pushed his fingers into sydney's soft cunt, working into a steady rhythm with the help of his own saliva. maddox wanted to drive sydney wild, to push past his limits and show the older boy the kind of pleasure he'd only previously dreamed about. "you might make him fall in love with you, but that's exactly what daddy wants — he needs to think he can have you all to himself, just to realize that the only way he can have you is to go through me," maddox explained. "you'll go into his office, make him feel like he's the only man in the world. pull out all of your little tricks; give him a few kisses, shake your ass a little... once you're down on your knees with his cock down your throat, i'll walk in and make him think he's just gotten caught with a student... and i'll watch his face as he realizes what's really going on. then, you're gonna spend all afternoon bouncing between our cocks... and slobbering all over our sweaty feet, of course." maddox could tell that what had started as a little bit of dirty talk was now a fully formed idea in sydney's mind, and he couldn't wait to make it happen. "no, babygirl... i love that you can't get enough cock," maddox hummed. "i love that you're a little slut, and i can't wait to see you in action. daddy's gonna make sure that you have the best cock on campus, the sweatiest feet to slut yourself out for. the whole campus is going to know you as nothing but the sigma chi cumdump."

"y'know, i didn't really mind the hazing... it was kind of funny seeing you act like a tough guy when i could practically see all the thoughts buzzing around in your head," maddox replied with a chuckle. "for future reference, if you're trying to be intimidating — you know what, who am i kidding?! you won't be doing any hazing next semester... you'll be too busy getting gang-banged by the pledges." maddox had always been somewhat of an enigma, but he rarely strayed from the role of an obedient son. his parents didn't leave much room for error, and he had learned long ago that putting on a show for their socialite friends was much more important than being himself would ever be. but they were nowhere to be seen, and sydney was free to corrupt their little boy however he wished — it wasn't like maddox was going to put up a fight. "that's a good girl, princess... i want you to let it all out tonight, sweetheart. show daddy that you're meant to take all those loads, prove to me that you were born to be a little cockslut," he said proudly. "if my princess wants it, then she can have it... for tonight. we both know that you have been dying for a night like this, baby. don't hold back — tell the boys how you want to be fucked, make sure they know you're a bratty little whore and you won't take no for an answer." maddox could hardly wait to see sydney let loose, or the shocked expressions on all of their faces once he finally did. while he knew that there was more to the senior than met the eye, maddox could see that this revelation was jarring for most of them. sydney was supposed to be a leader in the frat, yet there he was on his knees begging to be used for their pleasure. "you know they're gonna act like they don't want it, baby. they'll try and pretend like they haven't spent the last few years staring at your ass in the halls. how're you gonna convince 'em to risk their careers for a taste of your little pussy?" he said. "but god, once you do? every dirty professor at this school will hear about it... we're gonna fuckin' own this campus, aren't we? i'm gonna have you spread out on their desk, fucking yourself on our cocks while you huff at my teacher's filthy loafer... you'd have us eating out of the palm of your hand, and i'd do whatever you wanted — including licking your load out of that shoe, princess." there was nothing maddox wouldn't have done for sydney. anything he wanted, maddox would oblige. "maybe we would think it was a one time thing, but pretty soon you would be on your knees in the middle of the fuckin' teacher's lounge taking load after load from all those horny, pent-up men who've been wanting to fuck your brains out for years," maddox grinned, cock twitching in his jeans. there was something in the air that had him trying to outdo even himself, and every time he thought he'd reached his limit, sydney would push him further. "you wanna hear daddy say it?" maddox hummed. "how 'bout this? tomorrow night, i'm gonna take you out to that alpha phi party — when we get there, you're gonna go right up to the president and beg him to come upstairs with us... you're gonna let us pound you, and you're gonna look right into my camera and tell me how much you love it — then, i'm gonna bring you home and show your friends that you're slutting your cunt out to a rival frat... what kind of punishment do you think they'll pick out for you, princess?" it was a test, but somehow maddox knew that sydney would go along with it. the senior might have had him wrapped around his finger, but maddox could have all the power the second he wanted it. even if he was obsessed with those perfect, sweaty feet. "if you want me to, i will. i'll show all your teammates how filthy i'm willing to get for your feet," maddox promised. "would that make you jealous, princess? surely your teammates would add their feet right next to yours after they see me go crazy over yours. would you let 'em have fun with me, or do you wanna keep me all to yourself?"

maddox was the type of guy who liked to think that he knew himself. whilst his vision was slightly skewed by the heavy expectations of his father, he kept parts of himself that he kept under lock and key... until sydney. maddox had only been with boys in secret, but the senior was staking his claim in front of the entire frat. no one had ever been so possessive over him — but, what surprised him wasn't that sydney wanted him... it was that he liked it. "i want it fucking dirty, princess. your feet better have me gooning after the first fuckin' whiff," maddox replied, practically drooling from the thought. "film the whole thing, from start to finish. walk in the room, kick your feet up, and watch how my whole fucking demeanor shifts... film me while i huff at your dirty shoes, while i suck on your socks, while i worship every inch of your rank feet. keep the camera on when i bust my load in your shoe, and then you can turn it off and fuck me while i'm too gooned out to care about anything other than pleasing my girl." everything was happening at rapid speed, and maddox couldn't quite catch his breath. sydney was the only person on the planet who could have such an effect on him, and he was loving every second of it. "i'm not saying i've been thinking about it, but if you wanted to share me... it would only be fair, right?" maddox said with a smirk. "oh, you've been thinking about it? bet you can hardly focus when he talks to you, huh? and all those pictures he posts on instagram? i wouldn't be surprised if a little whore like you was getting off to that shit on the regular... maybe we should have fun with tyler together, princess. you think he'd like that?" he never thought the idea would pop into his head, but sydney was quickly changing everything. he hated tyler feng with every fiber of his being — for sydney, though, he'd do anything. "it sounds like daddy's cock isn't the only thing you've been thinking about, huh? i think you've been dreaming about knocking me up, too," maddox mused, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. he couldn't help but wonder if he was simply emasculating himself right in front of the boy he was asserting power over, but the way sydney looked at him had those negative thoughts leaving his head just as quickly as they entered. "if daddy's gonna let you break in his cunt, then you better do a good job," he warned. "you better fuck me like a slut, and make sure i feel it for fuckin' days on end. spent too much time in the gym to not have my ass appreciated the way it deserves — and i'm not talkin' about the way all the guys slap it in the locker room."

maddox's thrusts weren't letting up, and neither were the freshmen that he'd invited to play. two boys kept lapping at sydney's spent cock, slipping down to his sweaty sac and taking turns; maddox's face was shoved into sydney's feet as he pounded into his cunt; benji and ace had taken over the narration, it seemed, all while they shoved their rank feet into his face and laughed as he slobbered over their sweaty toes. "i don't even think he can hear us, dude... it's like syd's pussy has him in a trance," benji sneered, toes wiggling against the older boy's tongue. he draped an arm around ace's shoulders, pulling him in close as they teased and used the senior's mouth. "that's okay, slut. your little cunt's gonna be full of our cocks, our cum, and our piss pretty soon... don't miss the toes, syd. like i said, those socks were a week old and i've been working up a sweat all night," benji ordered, crossing his feet at the ankles in front of sydney's face. "hm, let's see... i think i'd start with using you as a cockwarmer for me and your daddy. we could lock your cock up and make you warm our cocks while we play video games... i bet it wouldn't take long before we were pushing you on your knees and makin' you goon to our sweaty freshmen feet." whilst it seemed like maddox was lost in his own world, he was tuned into every word. he loved that the boys wanted his slut so badly, that sydney was able to coax them out of their shell so easily. "you dipshits think i can't fuckin' hear you?" maddox suddenly spat. "if you were so into benji, you should have just said so, princess... i knew you'd love a buff nerd with sweaty feet and a huge cock, that's why i picked him out — didn't know he would come with ace, but his cock is worth it, isn't it? ace is probably the only guy in here with a cock as big as your daddy's... maybe we can work something out, baby. maybe ace and benji would be willing to make regular visits to your senior suite, and you can have all three of our cocks on a regular basis." maddox never stopped his powerful thrusts, even as he spoke. with his attention back on sydney, benji was free to do whatever he wanted. "i think we can definitely work something out, mads... but that depends on if your boy can convince us, right ace? we know he's a desperate whore, but how much does he want us?" benji smirked. he dropped his own wad of spit onto sydney's face, not bothering to aim for his mouth. "you two, up here... i don't think this little slut has had enough," he said to the boys at sydney's cock. as they placed their fresh, sweaty feet upon the senior's face, benji crept down at his ear. "when i finally get my turn with that cunt, you better believe i'm gonna show you exactly why your daddy picked me. i'm gonna have you begging your daddy to let me play with you again, if my rank feet weren't already enough... which, let's face it, they are."

whilst sydney's eyes were fixed on the seniors, maddox watched the freshmen. he reveled in their smug expressions as sydney gushed over them to the group of older guys who had terrorized them for weeks, knowing that it was all his doing. "i think sydney has a point... we're real men, and we turned your little friend into a fucking slut," benji said, turning his attention to the seniors. maddox could hardly remember hearing the kid's voice raise above a whisper, yet he was asserting his dominance with the top of the food chain. maddox felt strangely proud. "i've only been here for a month, and i see the way you all look at him," maddox said to the frat. "but he chose us, he chose me... and if you want to play with him, you have to show some respect first." there was a brand new fire behind maddox's eyes, and everyone in the room could see it. he didn't just have power, he had sydney. "y'all hear that? fall in line, and i'll give you access to the best pussy this frat has to offer... he wants you to turn him out, drown him in your piss, use him as your personal fuckin' footslut," maddox announced, but his eyes were on one senior in particular — tyler feng. "i bet that's what you've wanted this whole time, baby. i bet you were disappointed when you found out that hazing didn't include giving tongue baths and taking creampies, huh?" as he pounded into sydney, maddox could feel tyler's eyes shooting daggers in his direction. they despised each other, but he knew that he'd earned the frat president's respect. give it a few weeks, and he'd probably be the senior's protégé. "daddy's gonna make sure his princess has everything she wants, even if that means letting this whole frat turn you into a fuckin' mindless gooner hole, or letting the whole campus take turns with your throat... daddy knows you're a filthy slut, and he wants to see you in action," he whispered into sydney's ear. benji and ace were teeming with energy, standing by for their turn with the sigma chi cumdump. "you're the best girl. you got all our attention, and you made your daddy jealous... he's pretty hot when he's pissed, huh?" benji replied, grabbing a fistful of sydney's curly hair. "fuck, syd... look at how his cock pokes through your stomach. he's really fucking your little pussy up, isn't he? just imagine how it's gonna feel when me and ace are in there with him." maddox batted benji's hand away and replaced it with his own, pressing his forehead to sydney's in a moment of tenderness. he brought their lips together slowly, kissing him softly as his thrust gained in pace. "you're being such a good girl, baby. taking daddy's dick like it's what you were meant to do, letting all my friends use you as a urinal... 'm gonna give you a special reward when we get up to the room," maddox promised. "you gonna keep being a good girl? you gonna let daddy, benji and ace tear your little cunt up in front of all your friends?" he knew the answer, but he loved nothing more than hearing it from sydney's pretty lips. his thrusts were becoming sloppier, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back. "how about this? daddy will sit on your face, and i'll let benji and ace jerk you off with their feet — but only after we load your pussy up with our loads and piss," maddox replied. he watched intently as sydney leaned in for a whiff of his own sock, grunting as he felt that velvet cunt tighten around his cock. a few more thrusts, and maddox was shooting his second load of the night inside of his new slut — and somehow, it was bigger than his first. "f-fuck, baby... milk that load outta me, fuckin' take it," he stuttered, sighing softly as sydney's piss trickled down his bare skin. when he was finally finished, he collapsed atop sydney's chest, lapping at the remnants of sydney's loads and a mixture of piss from both sydney and boys he barely knew. "fuck, princess... that pussy's fuckin' magical," maddox groaned, pressing kisses to sydney's socked foot. "so... who's next? benji or ace?"

[semisolidmind]

yes. they are running because they want more candy, not because your husband is an actual nightmare

(aaaaaay i posted this before 12 at night so technically it was posted on halloween)

[snailygoon]

Goodnight and happy Halloween!!!

[thatghostlystuff]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! ... This was Hat Kid’s idea >w>