#horror movie scenario

[glitter-stained]

Tell me WHY, upon introducing a monster that melts in shadows, my players' immediate reaction was to leave the empty sunlit garden they were in to go inside, while splitting up? And why one of them had the idea to teleport right into the old, empty library with stained glass windows? I didn't mean to make that encounter scary, it was a single monster in the garden while they were together. Choices were made... Which altered the situation. I found it very funny though.

[thephoenixstar]

You know what I want in a horror movie

I want a horror movie that has a very questionable protagonist who doesn’t act like normal protagonist; they are more cold, manipulative, smarter, and almost emotionless.

The other characters are same stereotypes but they are all confused about the protags behavior, except the person closest to them, who just puts up with it.

In the end the protagonist is revealed to be a psychopath and they, with the other surviving characters, attack the antagonist/killer. The killer recognizes that the protagonist has the same capability to kill and tries to manipulate them.

but the protagonist leans into them and says:

“the difference between you and me… is that you waste time being pathetic by doing this.”

or something similar. Give me that and i will be happy

[mx-mind]

HELP I STARTED LISTENING TO A WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO MASHUP HERE ON TUMBLR AND MY COMPUTER SCREEN WENT BLACK AND THE AUDIO IS GLITCHING DDDDDDDDDDDD:

[yume-fanfare]

happy halloween! the cast from fist of idol: togenkyo have reunited again to bring us...... a horror movie?!

[angelfleurry]

Horror Movies With the DRV3 Boys!:

Hello my loves. I'm so sorry, I know I have requests, but I'm just putting some stuff out for Halloween. Currently in a bit of a writer's block, so I'm awfully sorry for the wait.

Rantaro Amami!:

♡ Oh, he’s PREPARED.

♡ You want snacks? BOOM.

♡ Water? Tea? Some kind of drink? BAM.

♡ Blankets? TADA.

♡ He has it all, he’s so down.

♡ If you’re comfy with it, he likes to have some sort of hold on you the entire time.

♡ Could be intertwining your fingers, having you lean into him or vice versa, something, anything.

♡ He’s honestly really chill in the sense of watching a film.

♡ You can put whatever horror movie you’d like on, he’ll watch.

♡ Makes very hushed comments, as if he’s talking to himself.

♡ Likes to glance over every now and again to see how you’re coping.

♡ If he gets startled by something, he’ll react, but it’s swift.

♡ He’ll flinch, maybe make a noise, and then chuckle it off.

♡ Always chuckles at your reactions.

♡ Unless you’re genuinely upset by something, then he’ll check on you.

♡ If not, he’ll just ask in a light-hearted manner.

♡ He knows you’re fine, but he can’t help but address it.

♡ Thinks it’s cute.

Ryoma Hoshi!:

♡ If motionless was a person, it would be Ryoma.

♡ Is he startled? Is he regretting agreeing to watch this? Is he struggling?

♡ Or, is he enjoying it?

♡ It’s hard to tell.

♡ Impossible, even.

♡ The only way you can really tell he’s alive is when he lets out a smug chuckle or makes a tutting sound, depending on what’s going on.

♡ It all depends on the type of horror movie, too.

♡ I feel like he’d really enjoy Halloween, but can definitely stomach more darker horror films.

♡ Doesn’t mean he likes them though.

♡ Definitely has seen the Chucky movies.

♡ Doesn’t pander to your fright, but he finds it amusing.

♡ He honestly really enjoys watching horror films with you.

♡ It’s nice to be able to tune out from the world and engage in fiction, especially if you’re next to him.

Korekiyo Shinguji!:

♡ I feel like on his own, he does not really watch much media, especially horror.

♡ But, should you introduce him to it, he’ll sit down and observe.

♡ Even if it’s a more grotesque or disturbing film, he still holds a bit of admiration at how creative humanity can be to conjure up films of such nature.

♡ Is definitely a fan of older horror films, as well as films that are more psychologically/emotionally horrifying.

♡ This might just be me projecting, but I feel like Korekiyo would have a soft spot for Carrie.

♡ The 70’s version though, it cannot be beaten.

♡ It’s such an artistic film full of extreme emotion, as well as clear human error, that I really do feel like he would have a bias for it.

♡ It touches a part of his soul, in all honesty.

♡ It would likely be a favourite of his to watch with you should you ever want to watch something.

♡ In his opinion, it’s more of a tragedy than a horror.

♡ The man hardly gets visibly scared.

♡ It’s hard to tell what expression he bares due to the mask, but if you look up at his eyes, or listen in on his breathing, you’ll figure out if he’s scared or not.

♡ I imagine Korekiyo’s unpredictable when it comes to movies, especially horror movies.

♡ He might allow a quick comment, but for the most part I feel he is silent.

♡ However, should the movie present a topic, culture, or place he has knowledge of, he will explain.

♡ I feel like he sits incredibly still during horror movies, so you’ll probably have to hold him first if you want contact.

Gonta Gokuhara!:

♡ Is it a good idea to let Gonta watch a horror film?

♡ You’re not one to baby him, but…

♡ Oh well, if the day would ever come, it would be because he would ask.

♡ And, one day, he did.

♡ “Y/N, Gonta overhear that couples are meant to watch scary movies together, especially on Halloween…”

♡ “Yeah, that’s right.” you’d told him, nodding slightly in confirmation, “Is that something you wanted to do?”

♡ “If Y/N is happy to, then yes! Gonta would very much like to.”

♡ You smiled at that, but felt the need to ask:

♡ “Would you be comfortable watching those sorts of films?”

♡ At his conflicted hesitation, you felt the need to talk again.

♡ “We can always turn it off if you don’t like it.”

♡ Gonta smiled, he liked the sound of that.

♡ And, surely enough, you had to.

♡ He gave it a try, though, and that’s something you really appreciated.

♡ You did manage to sit through Cujo with him, however.

♡ He cried, but he didn’t want to turn it off.

♡ Lots of cuddles were in order after that.

♡ I imagine he tried to be all romantic and make tea for you both.

♡ He’s glad he gave it a try though, and he thanks you for being there with him.

♡ Gonta has a lot of empathy, so horror films aren’t really the best thing to watch with him.

♡ He’s able to feel the fear, the sadness, the pain.

♡ He also feels as if he is watching existing people die.

♡ He’s aware that they’re not real people, but they’re being played by real people, and it feels real, so it’s enough to frighten him.

♡ Makes him feel helpless, he wants to help but he can’t.

♡ Please put a bug documentary on afterwards, or something calming.

♡ Scoop him into a cuddle and he’ll be alright.

Kokichi Ouma!:

♡ Give this man a psychological horror movie and he’s SORTED.

♡ Absolutely loves it.

♡ It’s hard to tell what his opinion on the more gorey movies are.

♡ He sits through them, and will even suggest watching them, but he’ll also judge the heck out of them.

♡ Has commented on how excessive they are as well.

♡ So it’s hard to tell if he enjoys them or not.

♡ Films like Saw or Room 1408 will have him in a chokehold, but he always has something to say.

♡ Also really likes the Chucky franchise.

♡ If he gets scared, no he didn’t.

♡ He can loudly scream or jolt upright, but you didn’t see or hear that.

♡ Loves to have a pillow wedged between his arms.

♡ Has definitely snuck away when you’re engrossed in the film to try and scare you.

♡ Cannot stay still for the life of him - he’s always fidgeting!

♡ I can’t see him being one for cuddling during these films, at least not constantly.

♡ Every now and then he’ll throw himself around you, maybe make a remark on the film as he does so, and then randomly sit back up.

♡ Sometimes he won’t do it at all.

♡ Just depends on how he’s feeling.

♡ Is very obnoxious should he have a drink with him.

♡ Those grape Panta cans will be clicking and hissing, just so you know.

♡ Teases you if you react to any scenes.

♡ He’s a merciless hypocrite like that.

Kaito Momota!:

♡ He’ll definitely big himself up as being able to stomach the genre.

♡ “Don’t you worry, starlight, you can hold on to me!”

♡ But, give him fifteen minutes and he’s beginning to get twitchy.

♡ He’ll probably subtly scoot closer to you, but it’s not because he’s scared totally! Sure! Why would he be scared?

♡ Does the stereotypical guy thing where he leans an arm to wrap around you.

♡ If you look at him afterwards, he’ll act as if he’s doing it for your sake.

♡ No, no. He’s doing it for him.

♡ Cannot sit through ghost movies, he gets a little paranoid.

♡ Even Casper the Friendly Ghost made him nervous at first, so it is probably for the best you stay away from ghost-related movies.

♡ I think he’d be fine with slasher films though.

♡ It just depends on how much comedic effect is thrown in with it.

♡ Cuddling with him is nice, though.

♡ Regardless as to if you get scared easily or not, you’re not gonna pass up the chance to be close to your boyfriend.

Kiibo Idabashi!:

♡ He’s squeamish.

♡ Knows fully well that it is all fiction, but he’ll be processing everything for days after.

♡ “Y/N! Look what they did, look what’s happening!”

♡ He is very vocal should it just be the two of you watching a film.

♡ It’s nice, it’s like your own personal commentator.

♡ Has researched what to do when watching horror movies with his partner.

♡ Likes touching shoulders with you, it gives him a sense of security; keeps him in reality.

♡ Has and will continue to close his eyes during certain scenes.

♡ “Tell me when it’s over!”

♡ He can laugh about his fear afterwards, giggling slightly as he thanks you.

♡ You both scream in unison, it’s quite funny.

♡ If you scream, it’ll set him off.

♡ If Kiibo screams, it could set you off.

♡ And then you’re both screaming before laughing within the next heartbeat.

Shuichi Saihara!:

♡ Shuichi’s a detective, he’s seen some things.

♡ This means that, surprisingly, he’s not as squeamish as one would expect when watching a horror film.

♡ He’ll still find some things disturbing though, and his facial expressions give him away.

♡ Subconsciously clings to you during these moments, and you welcome it.

♡ If something’s incorrect, he’ll point it out.

♡ Then, he realises he’s pointing it out, and worries he’s coming off as too harsh.

♡ But, he’s already said it all, so you just prompt him into explaining why it’s incorrect.

♡ It’s nice to have him explain stuff over an uncomfortable scene, it takes away the edge.

♡ Always makes sure you’re okay with what’s playing.

♡ Cuddles are a given, or just some form of physical contact.

♡ You two share a blanket, and he repeatedly asks if you’ve got enough.

♡ Gives you more blanket than he gives himself, bless him.

♡ Even if you two aren’t effected by the movie, you always like to do something gentle on the mind afterwards.

♡ This could be reading a book side by side, or watching a calm movie, or even just talking.

♡ It’s nice.

♡ He’s nice.

♡ Love’s nice.

[etfrin]

Feral

warning - NSFW (p in v sex, no prep, nonconsensual somnophilia but reader wakes up and she is okay with it so does it count? IDK. Ethan is kinda rough, mentions of blood and murder, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie)

Ghostface! Ethan Landry x female!reader

summary: Ethan was bragging about you to his latest kill but then they say that one you will leave him and that makes him fucking feral.

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It wasn't new for Ethan crawling through your window after a kill. There's nothing more comforting than having your body heat beside him after he left someone bloodless and cold. He loved cuddling after a kill. Ironic? But who cares? He didn't. You certainly didn't.

Today was something different however, his heart was pumping the adrenaline of a kill in his veins but he didn't feel at peace like he did. He felt annoyed, angry, and overwhelmed. His victim's words got to him.

That you would leave. His lovely dear girlfriend who accepted him the moment he revealed the truth to you. You didn't care that he was a murderer. All that matters to you is that he was still Ethan.

He crawls to your bed beside you. You were asleep. He had cleaned up after the kill, and freshly showered. His clean scent mixed up with the slightest hint of sweat coming from you. Your back was to his chest, his nose buried into your hair, trying to breathe you in. Trying to find solace in your presence.

"You can't leave," he whispers in the dark. "You can't leave me," he growls, growing agitated by the second. His hand goes down your thigh, you wore shorts. He slips them off. His hand finds his destination in your pussy. He rubs his palm against it. Once, twice. He was still mumbling about the fact that you can't leave him. You can't, you can't, you can't.

God, he felt like he was going insane. He takes his cock out. He spits on his palm and rubs it on his cock before he does the same with your cunt. Spreading makeshift lube onto your folds.

He doesn't hesitate a second as he pushes the tip of his dick into your familiar heat. He lets out a groan from the feeling. You were dry, he wondered for a moment if you could grow as wet and slick as you usually are for him while asleep.

He takes the tip out, his jaw clenching from the loss of not being inside you. He pins you down underneath him. Moving you like a puppet. A pretty one. He raises the t-shirt you are wearing to expose your breasts. He doesn't play with them much, wanting to get to the main course. He kisses the nipples before he moves between your thighs.

He breathes into the familiar scent of you and spits onto your folds. After doing so multiple times, he spreads it all over your cunt. Getting it slick. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing small circles. He could feel your thighs tense.

No, no, that wouldn't do, he thinks. He wanted you to wake up while he was buried deep within you. Marking you. He immediately stops his actions. He didn't bother prepping you in fear that you might wake you.

You're his love, of course, you wouldn't mind taking his cock without any prep. You can do it.

He thrusts into you in one smooth stroke. He bites his lower lip hard enough to bleed so he can stop his groan. Every time felt like the first time for him. He lets himself adjust to the warmth gripping his cock like a vice. His hands are on either side of you and his forehead is pressed against yours.

He gives you a small kiss before his hips begin to grind. Inch by inch so he could stretch you out properly. His head falls between the crook on your neck, one of his hands now on your throat. He wasn't squeezing it, but it was just there. His fingertips feel your pulse.

It filled with him relief. You're here, you're alive and you're his. He doesn't stop his sounds anymore, his thrusts having no pace just chasing whatever made him feel good. He could feel your pulse starting to get faster, your walls squeezing. You were up. He grins, "Darling?"

"Ethan," you moan, your hand going to his hair, fingers into his locks. He pressed a kiss on your ear. "You're awake," he whispers. "Uh huh," you whine, your walls twitching.

"You won't leave me right?" He questions, his eyes peering at your wide ones. "Huh?" You replied back. Unable to think about anything but his cock.

He could feel annoyance creeping in about the fact you didn't reply yes immediately. The hand around your throat tightened, just a bit. Just enough for a feel.

"You," he hisses with a deep thrust, hard enough to rock the bed. He said, "Won't," thrust, "Leave," thrust, "Me," thrust, "Right?" thrust.

You could find yourself nodding, your walls pulsing around his cock near your release. He chuckles, "Good. Because the only way you could leave is when I decide to kill you, my love."

Fuck. His words make your eyes roll back and cum. Your walls spasming, milking his cock just the way he liked. With a grunt, he spills into you. Thick white ropes of cum being fucked inside of you until he slips out.

He lays beside you, his body flushed red. "One of the victims was mean today," he pouts. After you managed to catch your breath, you replied, "Who cares? That fuck is dead." You pressed a kiss on his forehead. "You're the one here right now, alive." You whispered.

[festering-bacteria]

some more shippy drawings :33 some polycule stuff n some w/ just abe n confucius bc i haven’t drawn just them yet.,,.

[stnaf-vn]

What type of movies does friend enjoy? and would he be open to watching horror movies with us?

He likes romantic comedies! He's not a big fan of horror but he'll watch it with you....

[picopubbydawg]

hunter’s been really sick lately :( i hope he can still make it to the school halloween party this year!

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Dylan Baker

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Saw (2004) directed by James Wan

[fishareglorious]

Important PSA from Miss Tooth Fairy here.

[krn-art]

Mature for blood and themes:

The horror, satanic, gore filled, incest route having, cannibalism filled, video game: The Coffin of Andy and Leyley. Fun for the whole family! But jokes aside, the dynamic gaslighting of characters, their situations, dialog, and routes are fascinating. Part 1/4

~Please don’t repost or use my art~

✦ I made a pose pack in my store if you are interested ✦  

[reactionimagesdaily]

[hellofromthehallowoods]

BRB adding Nicholas Cage wearing the Krueger gauntlet in Dream Scenario to my list of role models

[etfrin]

Can you write Mike Taking readers virginity or mutual masterbation where he is more dominant and a lot of praise pleasee

⤷❝Here For You | Mike Schmidt❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), creampie, loss of virginity, praise kink, cunnilingus, fingering (f. receiving) | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: soft dom! Mike x virgin! fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: You're a virgin and Mike thinks it's a crime and fixes that!

⇢☾A/N: hope you like this! i did :))

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

He had been surprised when he found out about your virginity. Such a pretty girl like you still untouched? It was the crime of the century. Of course, Mike being your friend would do anything to fix that. He would have to start slow, coaxing you to be comfortable with sexual acts, finding pleasure from the intimacy shared with others.

Which was exactly why you were here now, laid on his bed, a feast for his eyes as he sat on the edge. Not getting any closer so that he wouldn't lose his control.

He asked, his voice laced with lust, "Comfortable?" You gave him a nod, your hand cupping your cunt, hiding from his eyes.

"Don't hide then," he instructed, his voice commanding yet gentle. You closed your eyes in anticipation, letting his words wash over you as you removed the hand. You relish the breathless curse he mutters when he sees your folds, slick and creamy with your arousal.

Just for him to taste and unravel.

"So pretty," he whispered, his eyes ablaze, his cock painfully hard but he wouldn't give it any attention, not right now. You feel yourself flush from the praise, it was uttered like it's a fact, undeniable and the truth.

He placed his hands over your thighs to pull them apart and placed himself between your thighs. This was where he rightfully belonged.

His stubble brushed against your inner thighs as he whispered, "I am gonna start slow. Tell me if there's anything wrong, okay?"

When you don't utter a reply, he squeezes your thigh, making a gasp escape your lips from the tight grip. "Okay?" He insisted again.

"Yes, yes Mike," you whispered, your voice seemingly echoing in his bedroom. He pressed a kiss on your inner thigh, meaning to reassure you with the press of his lips on your skin. Not only did that work, it also made your pussy gush out juices. His hot breath hits your sensitive folds in a delicious way that sends your mind reeling despite the fact he hasn't even begun his assault.

Slowly but surely his lips reached their meal. You gasp, your thighs trying to close around his head as you feel the first lick of his tongue on your slick folds.

He squeezed your thighs again in a subtle warning, his nails digging into your skin making crescent marks. His eyes are issuing you a warning to make sure the legs stay apart. You can't do anything but obey with a small whimpering escaping you as confirmation.

Satisfied with the sound you made, Mike used his tongue to glide his tongue across your pussy, gathering your juices on his taste buds in a go. You moan from the broad strokes he does, your lips nearly drooling because of how he was savoring you with each lick. Making you wetter for him with his saliva and the juices that were flowing through your slit. He licks up all the cream with enthusiasm you never thought you would see in him. "You're delicious," he praised as his tongue continued to lave your juices.

He lets out a groan when his lips find your clit, his tongue meeting the bud as his warm mouth sucks the sensitive nub. You let out a loud cry, your body jerking from the sudden onslaught of delicious pleasure filling your nerves. He immediately pulls off, worries laced in his tone, "You okay? Did I do something wrong?"

He adds, "You taste so good, sweetheart. I can't seem to control myself." He leans up to press a small kiss onto your lips, making you taste your arousal. You let out a soft purr. "No, no you didn't. It was… just overwhelming."

He gives you a nod in understanding. He pressed a kiss onto your forehead, "I should have gone slower. You're doing so good, baby. I am proud of you."

A whimper made its way out of your lips, "Thanks." He smiles at you, "Anytime, darling." His fingers make their way down to your body, his fingertips ghosting your clit.

"Want me to continue?" He asked, you immediately whispered a yes in answer. His lips caught your lips into another kiss as his fingers began to play with the swollen bud. Pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers, you moan into his mouth as hot delicious pleasure washes over you.

"So good for me," he whispered against your lips, his finger now pressing into your entrance. His fingers close to breach, before finally he pushed his digits in making you gasp from the burn as his fingers began to massage your walls. "Breath," he instructed, "You're such a good girl. Relax and let me make you feel everything you deserve, beautiful."

You continue to let out little breathless moans which encourage Mike to press onto your g-spot more with the crook of his fingers. Your pussy squelched around his digits as more juices leaked out of your slit. Your walls pulsate around him, making him aware that you are so close to the pleasure you have denied yourself for so long.

He pulled his fingers out right when you were about to fall off the edge. You let out a whine as an unsatisfactory wave of pleasure washed over you, the hint of the orgasm fading quickly despite the efforts. You furrow your eyebrows, about to question him. Why? Why? Why?

Why deny you, now? So near the edge and suddenly so far away. He chuckled when he saw the frustrated look on your face. He murmurs a half-ass apology. "You're gonna cum on my cock, darling," he whispered.

You feel nervousness creeping into your mind. "Are you sure I am ready?" You asked, softly. He gives you a reassuring nod, his fingers pinching your clit and making you moan.

"More than so," he said near your ear, his teeth nibbling your ear lobe. "Are you ready?" He asked, waiting for verbal confirmation or rejection. He didn't mind either way, he just wanted you to enjoy it.

"Want it," you whispered, trying to calm your nerves, you took a deep breath and gave him verbal consent. "Yes, I am ready. I want you, Mike."

His forehead was pressed against yours, his hand in yours, fingers interlocked. He squeezed it before he pressed himself to your slit.

You gasp when his cockhead breaches your entrance, inch by inch. He goes slow, pausing whenever you whimper a bit too loud, more out of the pain of the stretch rather than the pleasure.

"You're doing so good," he praised, his pupils dilated with lust but filled with love as well. "Such a tight pussy just for me. You're so fucking warm too," he groans when his tip slips in completely. You moan from the successful breach before another whimper escapes you as more of his girth slides into your walls.

When he was finally sheathed, his cock was in the deepest part of you. He lets you adjust, ignoring his twitching dick for comfort. All the while he was murmuring praises near your ear, 'Your pussy is sucking me in.' 'God, you're so good at this.' 'Perfect, you're perfect.'

Each word he utters makes you bask in pleasure, your mind getting foggy, your cunt getting slick and your juices coating his dick better than any lube could.

"Please, move," you whine when he calls you his sweet girl. He squeezed your hands, which he now kept above your head. "You sure?" He whispered to your ear, his stubble brushing on your cheek. "Yes, Mike!" You whine, impatience sweeping into your tone. He tsk, making a note that you could be a brat and he would have to fix that.

But that was for later, it was time for him to fuck this perfect pussy. He sets up a luscious pace, letting you feel the drag of his cock. He groans near your ear, his grip on your hands getting tighter. It only drives you even more insane. The slow but deep thrusts, his groan, and whispers about how much of a good girl you are. 'You're taking his cock so well.' 'Such a perfect fit you are for his cock.'

Your mind was a fog, your eyes shut as you heard the sound of skin slapping in the room, you could feel yourself tethered to reality only because your fingers were still interlocked with his. His groans and praises are louder than your mewls and moans.

Both of you were getting closer to release. Each snap of his hips makes sure that his tip presses against your g-spot perfectly, your pussy milking his cock every time he hits that spot just right. "Close," you heard Mike whisper, his lips on your neck placing fervent wet kisses and love bites for you to view later.

"Me too," you hear yourself purr. If the tremor in your body, the heat gathering in your tummy and your eyes closing to rolling back are any indication. So close, you hope Mike won't be cruel enough to steal this away from you.

He wasn't, instead, he let go of one of your hands, you whine at the loss but soon it turns into a moan when his fingers pinch your clit, his thumb rubbing sharp circles around the swollen bud.

"Cum," he rasped, his fingers still playing with your clit with the clear precision of someone experienced. "My sweet girl, cum."

Was it a shout? Was it a moan that left your lips? You didn't know, all you knew was that your mind was crashing and you won't be able to think for the rest of the night as your walls begin to clamp down on his cock and you come undone by him.

He spilled himself inside of you the moment he felt your walls milking his cock begging for his cum. His seed paints your insides white, spilling outside of your folds when he pulls out.

It takes him a moment to collect himself before he kisses your forehead and whispers, "You were so good, my darling. Want me to draw a bath?"

You didn't trust yourself to speak so you nod. The rest of the night went by with a nice bath and cuddles and the promise of being something more with Mike.