#☠ I took the idea of him looking like this ☠

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ღ 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞!𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ღ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝟐 (part 1)

18+ONLY MDNI

kizzatober series: Smooth Criminals

Kinktober Prompts: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? CW: AU college fic. blood obsession/hematolagnia, bimbo reader, murder, slight DV/SA mentions (from your npc jerk ass bf), unprotected sex, masturbation, LOTS of teasing/foreplay, slight age gap (roughly 21 vs 28) and dark content. NOTE: If death/killer romanticization related shit triggers you this is probably a fic to avoid because that is happening all through this bitch. I literally wrote a murder fluff smut fic lmfao. WC: 9.9 of 15.4k Lightly black fem coded (reader is an AKA lmfao) but no descriptors.

A/N: I had no idea so many people would be this hyped for Part 2. No really, I'm shocked! But It gets real here peoples! Lots of smut and dark shit below so please read the content warnings! I don't want no crying in the mentions and DMs cause y'all should know how out of pocket I am by now and I took it there lmfao.

If you riding with me still Thank You for putting up with my OCD bullshit and for all the support, comments and reblogs on Part 1! y'all real asf & ilysm

Enjoy!

Previously:

“Whatever, let’s fucking go Y/N. We have an important party to throw later.” 

Dean grabs your wrist and jerks you away with you barely being able to grab your bag. 

Your stomach twists and you are at a complete loss for words but manage to flash an apologetic look at Choso while you are dragged off. 

However when your eyes meet he looks right through you.

The expression on his face is stone cold and it sends a chill up your spine.

☠

Sigh. 

For the first time ever in your life you are miserable at a party. 

To say you had been excited leading up to today would have been an understatement. The initiation party after rush was one of the biggest events in the greek system and you had led the charge this year in planning the party.

Nevertheless, any cheerful enthusiasm you held had been trampled on by the disaster that had taken place earlier in the day with Choso. 

If getting out of going wouldn’t be more trouble than it was worth you would have faked being sick. It’s not like you hadn’t already stressed yourself into a headache.

Yet here you were suffering through, completely sober. Not even being able to bring yourself to drink away your problems.

How could you even pretend to enjoy yourself when your forced smile cracked as soon as the mental image of Choso’s icy expression looped through your mind?

Your chest got a little tighter each time you remembered and it frazzled your nerves.

Just about everyone and everything annoyed you right now.

Even the party: Hunter vs Hunted, one of your favorites, was soured. 

Typically the theme entailed girls dressed up as various exotic animals or woodland creatures and the boys dressed as safari game hunters or woodsmen. But this time around, no thanks to singular frat boy hivemind, they all got the bright idea to collectively cosplay as Ghostface.

Taking a new meaning on Hunter. 

They couldn’t carry knives on campus of course so they all carried around metal bats which they probably stole from the baseball team.

Sure, let’s all dress up as the masked serial killer while he is still on the loose. 

You rolled your eyes. 

The pilfered bats were a hazard waiting to happen too. You could only be thankful that the party was at Dean’s frat and not your own sorority so him and the rest of those idiots could fuck their own shit up once they inevitably got way too hammered and started swinging them around. 

You mostly just wished they hadn’t changed the plan without telling you. 

Then at least you could have dressed up in line with the horror theme and wouldn’t have had to wear this sexy Bambi costume which although skimpy, the fur parts made it way too hot to be wearing in a crowded party indoors. 

On edge and not being able to leave, you did the next best thing and sequestered yourself in the kitchen pantry. 

It was spacious and a lot cooler than the rest of the house.

You made yourself look busy in there by restocking snacks and making sure there was an ample supply of red cups ready to go around for the keg. 

When someone did notice you tucked away, you gave the best fake smile you could muster and made-up an excuse not to join in on whatever drinking game they were playing promising you would ‘catch up in a minute.’ 

Fortunately for you, most of your friends and sorority sisters were a bit too faded by this point to notice you missing and never joining in. 

Maybe a bit longer and you could slip out unnoticed? 

That was your plan at least until you felt Dean throw an arm over you from behind.

“There you are babe!”

Urgh.

The overwhelming ick and nausea you felt from him touching you rivaled your worst hangover. 

You immediately shrug him off.

“Come on babe don’t be like that. Get a freshman to take over.  We're gonna play rage cage.”

You threw Dean a wary look.

You try to tell him you aren’t in the mood but of course your selfish dickhead of a boyfriend ignores you.

Dean then proceeds to pull your arm and lead you out of the pantry through the kitchen. 

On a different day you probably would have just given in, easier to go along with the flow than cause an issue. Today however was different and the last thing in the world you wanted to do was play fucking rage cage with a bunch of horny frat boys who were just trying to get girls drunk enough to fuck.

“Goddamnit, Dean I said no!”

Your tolerance had boiled past its limits.

You forcibly snatch your hand back, knocking some empty bottles over on the counter in the process which come crashing down to the floor shattering into pieces. 

Your words and movements dripped with so much aggression you surprised yourself, Dean and the people around you who had turned to see what the commotion was. 

”No? No? You’re really telling me no Y/N? After you’ve been acting like a fuckin’ bitch all day since I crashed your make out session with that freak.”

Immediately self-conscious, your eyes darted around the crowd of people that had now turned their full attention toward you.

You hated confrontation and never wanted to be that couple fighting at a party.

Ducking down quickly, you begin to pick up the shattered pieces of bottled glass on the floor. 

The pounding of your headache against your temples grew feverishly and the harsh fluorescent kitchen lights started to make you feel faint, you hoped Dean would just let this go if you backed down. 

“Look, we’ll talk about that later, ok? Just please don’t be an asshole Dean, I really don’t feel good right now.” 

You pleaded with him, quietly trying to quell the situation. 

But true to his infamous asshole nature, Dean wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He wanted to humiliate you as he felt you humiliated him in front of his friends earlier with that nobody loser.

”Now, I’m the asshole?” Dean questioned to his frat brothers smugly.

“Hey, maybe I am for having a girlfriend like Y/N, who would slut herself out for a grade in front of the entire quad!” 

Dean had all but yelled that last part out. Your drunken clown of a boyfriend didn’t care if he caused a scene at your expense.  

Now you had the full attention of everyone in the kitchen. 

You took a shaky breath as you stood up and felt the crunch of broken glass beneath your heels.

An unfamiliar sensation of rage rises within you.

It really wasn’t in your nature to be angry even when you were upset, you mostly just cried but now you were pissed to say the least. 

He has some fucking nerve. 

Especially when you knew no one starting on the football team studied at all and were all automatically passed through whatever easy bullshit major they signed up for.

“Dean–”

You start yet pause for a moment, trying to keep your cool.

“–you know how hard I study.”

Twisting the proverbial knife in your back to wind you up further Dean continued.

“Yeah, Y/N That's what’s so pathetic about it. You get Bs. That pussy ain’t even good enough for an A. I would know.”

Collective gasps, snickers and whispers arose from around the kitchen. Word had spread of your fighting as more people gathered in the doorway.

Typically this is where you would have run off crying. However, you were exhausted mentally and emotionally. You had already cried for a good hour today while getting ready. 

The only emotions you had readily available to tap into was the hidden well of resentment and ire you held for Dean.

“And how would you even know what good pussy is Dean? You can’t last longer than two pumps, is it not all the same for you?”

You snapped back. 

Your fists had formed into a tight ball.

You are so enraged you can’t even feel the prick from the broken glass bottle still in your hand puncturing your skin.

How long has it been since you stood up for yourself? 

You can’t remember the last time you even fought with anyone like this but it felt good seeing the smug look on his face fall as his friends around him jeered and laughed.

“I know how to settle this Y/N.”

Dean mused as he yanked one of your sorority sisters nearby toward you.

“How ‘bout we ask Aaliyah then, eh? She got more than 2 pumps last weekend after you left the party to go chase after Ghostface–”

Your head snaps to your AKA sister in question, Aaliyah, who looked like she saw a cursed spirit as all the color drained from her face. Her eyes shamefully hit the floor before they met your gaze. 

She couldn’t even look at you which only further solidified Dean’s accusations. 

So Dean himself confirmed he’d been cheating on you? Cool. 

With your own Sorority sister, who you considered one of your besties since you both rushed together? 

Even better. 

Blood slowly trickled out of your hand to drip on the floor from how rigidly you held onto the glass but the small red puddle went unnoticed as your whole vision was already saturated with the color red when you looked at Dean who hadn’t even finished his disrespectful tirade. 

“–Although on second thought, it was probably an excuse for you to go suck off that loser freak TA of yours right?”

More heckles erupted from the crowd around you and you don’t think you have ever hated someone so much in your life as you hated Dean right at this moment. 

Sure you were upset with Aaliyah but your fury was purely focused on Dean. 

He had some nerve to start so much shit earlier over an almost-kiss when he was fucking your good friend behind your back. 

“And how fucking out of her mind was she then, huh Dean? Would she even remember? You pathetic piece of shit...”

You get directly in his face. 

“...that limp dick of yours fumbles orgasms like you fumble passes. That’s why we lost the big game last week. And guess what? That's also why we’re now OVER!”

Dean’s bulky build towers over you but he might as well have been 3 feet tall to you as the razor edge of your words eviscerate him.

“So who’s the fucking loser now Dean?”

Everyone in the room was stunned into silence by the venom dripping from someone they had never even heard raise their voice before.

You don't notice anyone else's reactions though as suddenly you became hyperaware of the large fractured piece of bottled glass cutting into you. 

Your eyes flickered back to Dean as your hand twitches.

For a fleeting moment you felt an inkling urge to drive the glass in your hand directly into Dean’s smug ass face.

Yet whatever dark fury burned in you was instantly snuffed out as you felt a flood of cold bitter beer splash down on you from Dean’s red solo cup. 

”Why don’t you cool off for a bit dear,” Dean cooed at you, mocking you and your now ruined Bambi costume as he and the frat boys around you started to roar with laughter.

That was it. 

You were done. 

Dean had succeeded in humiliating you. 

Any contention or further will to fight within you had dissipated the moment you were doused in beer. 

The glass in your hand drops onto the ground as a dull ache radiates from your wound that continues to seep blood onto the floor.

“I hope you realize this is the last time an AKA will grace this sorry ass frat for a party. I’ll see to that. Enjoy the rest of your night fellas!”

The icy air of your words contrasted with the perfect pageant smile you gave them and it unsettled those around you especially as they all notice the blood gushing from your hand. 

The crowd immediately parts as you leave. No one dares utter a word to you as you exit the party through the side kitchen door. 

You can feel your phone go off as you get a flurry of group texts and missed facetimes. Most of your sisters weren’t even in the kitchen to witness the scene.

You respond to the group chat to tell them just to stay and enjoy the party and turn your phone on ‘do not disturb.’

You just wanted to be alone. 

You’d deal with the fallout tomorrow.

☠

Choso wore a twisted grin hidden under his Ghostface mask.

The hunter vs hunted party meant a perfect time for him to hunt. 

Leaning against a building Choso was shrouded in the dark cover of shadows far removed from campus lights.

Old habits, he mused. There was really no need for him to hide at all tonight. 

He could actually walk around openly as Ghostface now without causing alarm seeing as how most of those fraternity morons were dressed up like him tonight. 

This made things even easier. 

Choso scanned the area for his next prey. 

Someone, anyone alone would do. 

Choso had been itching to spill blood since he had the enticing inclination to slash your boyfriend’s throat earlier.

Currently he wanted nothing more than to see a violent geyser of blood spurt from his next victim. Having it be a shithead frat guy would only sweeten the kill so he had stalked close to frat row for his latest victim.

There.

Seeing movement in the distance, a lone figure, Choso cautiously advances trailing in the shadows towards them until they come into focus under the street lights.  

He nearly does a double take when he recognizes it's you.

Shouldn’t Miss-Perfect-Social-Butterfly be having the time of her life right now with her cretins being crowned queen of the frats or something?

Choso thought bitterly. 

That is, until he got a good look at you. 

You were wet and shivering as you failed to sniff back the tears pouring down your face.

Despite his desire to stay angry with you, his jaw involuntarily clenches as he had never seen you this upset before. 

Something had happened.  

Choso confused look turns deadly as vision travels down to see you nursing the hand you cradled to your chest. He recognizes blood running down your forearm to stain your already soiled costume.

A territorial urge swelled within him, not knowing you had inflicted your own injury. 

You were his prey. 

It was unforgivable for someone else to spill what was his to enjoy.

Choso immediately concluded the cause of it was Dean.

Boyfriend or not he would gladly gut that motherfucker at the drop of a dime. 

He hadn’t forgotten how roughly he had dragged you off earlier. 

And more importantly how you had let that asswipe drag you off. That honestly had fired his temper more than anything. 

A storm of conflicting feelings, Choso yearns to see more of your blood splattered on the ground as much as he secretly covets to have you writhing underneath him.

Should he approach you? 

No. Not yet.

Although, he would never have a more perfect chance than now to kill you if he was ever actually going to go through with it.

Securing his knife on the inside of his robe, Choso silently propels himself after you. 

Never falling too far behind, he vigilantly watches you from a distance as both your protector and predator.

☠

A warm shower was just what you needed but you were pissed you had to wash your hair 3 times to get the smell of Milwaukee's out, which proved insanely hard to do with one functioning hand. 

You could have killed Dean. 

No actually though, as you remembered the dark seething compulsion you felt. 

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you earlier.

Pushing those thoughts to the side though you focused on the gash in your hand, it was pretty gnarly. 

You were just thankful the first aid kid in your sorority house had enough gauze and tape until you could get to the campus nurse tomorrow. 

You probably needed stitches as any sudden movements had the fragile skin of your palm bleeding again.

Returning to your room in a comfy pink cotton bra and thong you throw your towel over a chair.

You start to reach for your fluffy robe when you see Choso’s black track jacket on your desk. It still had the small coffee stains on it from earlier but you opted to slip into it anyway.

Truthfully, you lied to him.

You hadn’t just been carrying it around waiting to give it back to him.

You had worn it more times this past week than you would willingly admit to anyone. 

You even took it on purpose instead of your actual jacket this morning not actually thinking you would run into Choso but when you had seen him, you knew you wanted him to see you in it.

With a sigh of frustration, you dove face first into the pillows of your bed as you curled into his jacket. 

It was your only comfort at the moment. 

Your mind wanders and you can’t help but think of how better a boyfriend Choso would have been to you.

Dean would never let you wear his jackets, no matter how cold you were. He said you were too air-headed and would ruin or lose it. 

Not that he wasn’t right, you definitely were accident prone.

But that's why it had meant so much to you when Choso, not even your boyfriend, had given you his own without a second thought.

You only hoped he didn’t hate you now. 

Not that you could blame him if he did.

Even you hated you a bit for even being with a jerk like Dean in the first place no matter how convenient you thought it had been for you. 

How could you even face Choso in class next week? 

Despite your heart crumpling when you thought of Choso’s cold intimidating gaze being cast upon you again, you admittedly had never seen a look that intense before from anyone. 

It was also impossible to forget the ravenous look in his eyes when he was so close to kissing you. 

He looked as if he would devour you whole. 

God, everything about him was so sexy.

His strong jaw set firm, his eyes dark pools that sucked you in even from memory, his lean muscular body.

You wish you had realized how bad you had been crushing on him sooner. Before everything got so fucked up. 

You fidgeted as an ache developed between your legs.

Turning your head to the side you used your bandaged hand to gently push his jacket collar into your face. 

It still smelled like him despite how many times you’ve worn it this week and despite the faint smell of old coffee from earlier.

Squirming on your bed, you tried in vain to keep your legs from sliding against each other creating more friction as your body became increasingly hotter. 

A shameless whine escaped your lips as you huffed his woody masculine scent in and out. 

Your legs rubbed together more eagerly. 

Shit, you were so horny. 

Still laid flat on your belly you lifted your hips up for access as a manicured finger pressed into your clit toying with yourself from the outside of your pink cotton thong.

Choso was so meticulous, so knowledgeable in everything he did you were sure he knew how to make you cum. 

You were desperate for him as you remembered what it felt like when he caught you from falling last week. 

How good would his sculpted chest feel pressed into you now?

Would he look at you with the same want that flared across his features when he had gotten a glimpse of your panties you had intentionally put on display for him? 

You didn’t miss how it matched the look he gave you when he nearly kissed.

“Choso…”

You moaned out loud. 

You could feel the wet spot your teasing was earning you spread over your thong as your cunt continued to drool over your fantasies of him.

Craving more you lifted your ass up higher while your fingers fumbled to slide under the flimsy fabric.

“A-ahhh s-shit Cho– F-fuck!”

You panted as you sunk two fingers into your cunt. You worked to diligently pump them in and out of you as you pressing your palm down firmly over your swollen clit. 

Your face buried itself deeper in his jacket as you gasped and your warm breath pushed back against you as you imagined it was his own tickling your neck.

All your senses screamed with want to be consumed by him and you pined for the feeling of his cock stretching your wet cunt instead of your slim fingers that weren’t cut out for the job.

“F-fuck C-Choso.. Mmm, let me cum.” 

You practically sobbed when you glided a third finger into your pussy, two wasn’t enough to quell the craze that had overtaken you.

Ironically and unbeknownst to you, Choso (who had hidden himself in your closet during your shower), was mere moments away from losing his own goddamn mind.

Wholly entranced, he listened to you wantonly call for him like a sweet siren song and watched utterly fixated on the way you fiercely finger fucked your pussy like it was his own cock.

All the while in his jacket sniffing the sweaty soiled material like some filthy fucking pervert.

Fuck!

When he had followed you back to the sorority house he had finally resolved to kill you, but now he was at a standstill as there was no plausible way this was actually happening in front of him.

The obscene ASMR of your cunt sloshing rang in his ears and your legs quivered obscenely with you approaching your orgasm. 

Your desperate thrusts caused his oversized jacket to ride up to your hips revealing the way your ass bare ass jiggled when you drove your hips down and pushed your digits up deeper into your core that waited greedily to suck them in.  

You chanted out Choso’s name with urgency straining your voice as you climaxed. The bed creaked from you now humping the mattress while riding out your high.

Shit you were fucking sexy. 

Thought you'd just been toying with him for fun all this time...

Until now.

Choso’s grip on his knife tightened as adrenaline surged through his body. 

He could feel the blood pumping through his dick. 

He wanted to fuck you. 

Badly. 

Give you what you’ve both been needing all this time. 

Choso fully bricked, suppressed a hiss through clenched teeth as he palmed the bulge in his pants but remained otherwise still.

He can’t imagine a positive reaction if he burst out of your closet as Ghostface nor could he just take off his mask and pop out of your closet as your TA like he was some fucking creeper.

This was pure agony. 

You never failed to find some way to unravel him.

Choso was so tense, his body coiled so tightly, he couldn't control his thigh involuntarily twitching and his knee recoiled against your closet door.

He cursed himself for the millionth time at the lack of control he had around you, he had never had to restrain himself so much around anyone else.

Ecstasy was etched on your features as you looked around puzzled from where the noise came from.

However, the even louder boom of the front door slamming shocked you out of your blissful daze and stole your attention away.

You sat up quickly and wondered if your sorority sisters were back already.

You glanced at the clock.

10:32 pm.

It was still much too early for them to leave.  

But who else could it be? 

You groaned and reluctantly hopped off the bed, zipping up Choso’s jacket fully to hide the slick between your legs and went out to greet them so you could avoid them coming into your room and return to your solitude as quickly as possible. 

You were tired, frustrated and still horny as hell. 

You only wanted make yourself cum hard enough you could fall asleep and end this miserable ass day.    

☠                                                   

“Girls~! You really didn’t have to leave so early~!” 

You call out to your sisters.

It was a little late for a show of solidarity if that's what they thought they were doing.

You rolled your eyes. 

But it was eerily quiet as you received no response. 

That’s odd.

Walking down the hall you froze once the view from the top floor opens into the foyer below and you see the front door wide open. 

Not a single soul in sight or to be heard. 

“Girls?”

Fight or flight senses kick into gear altering you to the possible dangers below. 

You might be a bit of a ditz but you studied enough forensics and had seen enough scary movies to know how this shit usually ended.

You turn back to run to your room to call someone but stopped as you noticed your phone on the entryway table by the door. 

Crap.

Steeling yourself you slowly inched your way towards the staircase, stopping at times to lean over the banister for any signs of someone.

“This isn’t funny girls! You know I’ve already had a really shitty night!”

But only the hollow sound of wind whipping through the door answered you as it swayed on its hinges. 

This was an older house.

Maybe you didn’t close the door all the way in the beginning? 

No one in your sorority house ever locked the doors, which now you considered probably wasn’t the greatest tradition to keep up while you were at home all alone and a serial killer was on the loose.

You crept down the stairs trying to silence any creaks as best you could.

“I swear on a stack of Vogues if this is a prank you all of you whores will all be on campus clean-up community service duty for the rest of the semester!”

Still nothing but silence as you reached the bottom of the staircase.

The lights were on in the entire house. From what you could tell the den and living room areas surrounding the foyer were empty. 

You sighed. Maybe it was just the wind.

You close the door and this time make sure to lock it as you clutch your phone and turn to scamper back upstairs when you feel something grab at you from behind.

“Want to die Y/N?” 

You let out a screech as you whip your around to see a figure you recognize as Ghostface reach for you as you stumble backwards into the den. 

Tripping over your own feet, you fall back landing on your injured hand and knocking your head against the edge of a coffee table.

A roar of laughter erupts as you groan dazed from the floor.

“You really are a clumsy ditz, babe.” 

Puzzled and near concussed, you blink through blurry vision to see Dean pull off the Ghostface mask as he crouches down to your level and leans on his metal bat tauntingly.

Pain blossoms sharply in the back of your head and you can feel the puncture wound on your hand open and saturate your bandage.

“The fuck are you doing here Dean?” 

You glared up at him through your one good hand that covered your face as you struggle to get your bearings back. 

You couldn’t catch a fucking break tonight.

“Still being a huge bitch even though I came all the way over here to say sorry, eh?”

Dean hummed, brow raised as he chuckled.

“I thought a little fright would put you in a good mood, Y/N.”

“Nice way of apologizing Dean. Insult me, scare me half to death and give me a concussion.” 

You knew this man was not sorry at all.

Someone sober enough had probably informed Dean that you did have the power to essentially kill their fraternity’s social life, cucking his entire house for the foreseeable future. They likely sent him to make things right with you ASAP. 

But even with all that on the line your tool of an ex was such a huge dick he couldn’t even do the bare minimum to give you a decent apology like an actual human being (not that you would have accepted it).

“I see I was right about one thing though.” 

Dean got your attention as he pointed down at the moisture running down your legs.

You immediately pull Choso’s jacket down further to cover yourself. 

You couldn’t give a fuck what he thought at this point. You’d confess to fucking the entire Forensics department if got him out of your face.

“Sure Dean, think what you want okay? Just fucking GET. OUT.” 

You felt dizzy from the pressure thrumming in the back of your skull.

“Yeah and if I say no whore? Then what?” 

Dean slid a clammy hand over your knee which sent another wave of nausea through you, your head spinning.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to stop his hand traveling lower before you suddenly noticed Dean’s body being ripped away from you entirely.

The scene that followed occurred in a whirlwind as your head felt like it would explode trying to focus on anything.

Your eyes strain to keep up with the action only registering fractions of it through your blurred vision. 

You see…blood?

Is it yours?

No. It’s flowing from Dean’s shoulder.

Another person?

No

…Ghostface?

Yes.

Your double vision struggled to pinpoint exactly what was happening as Dean and the masked Ghostface fought for dominance, somehow ending up back in the foyer. 

Dean was barely able to keep the large hunting knife from sinking into his chest.

Was this even real?

Were you really about to witness a Ghostface crime scene in action?

Were you next?

You felt like you were witnessing it all play out through someone else’s body as your mind floated off and you felt more disconnected. 

Your awareness faded in and out.

There was no doubt, you definitely had a small concussion. 

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps up as you finally hear Dean shouting your name although it sounded like you were in a fishbowl.

He had somehow gotten leverage and evened the odds with the killer as they both now had a hold of the blade’s handle.

“Y/N! Pay attention you ditzy ass bimbo! Don’t just sit there looking stupid, get the fucking bat.”

You scanned the floor around you. 

Sure enough, there was the scuffed metal bat shining back at you resting by your knees.

Your injured hand grazes it and you see a red trail of blood smearing across it as the cool smooth metal soothes your ruptured skin.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you daydreaming about?! Get your ass over here!”

You grip the bat’s handle, ignoring the pain to use it and the coffee table as leverage to push you up off the floor.

You sway on your feet as your blood pressure drastically drops from standing too quickly. 

Your head feels light. 

Your body feels light. 

Surprisingly too, even the large heavy metal bat now feels light in your injured palm. 

“Fucking finally, Y/N!”

Dean yelled as he saw you on your feet.

“It’s not like I’m trying to fight off a killer here or anything dumb bitch.” 

Dumb bitch?

Oh yeah, he means you.

God, Dean was fucking annoying you just wished he would shut up sometimes. 

You couldn’t even think straight. 

What were you doing again? 

Right, the bat. He told you to bring it to him.

You wanted to sit down again. You were so tired.

You couldn't rest though as Dean’s voice was ringing in your ears. 

You just wanted him to shut up more than anything so you willed yourself forward. 

“Give Dean the bat, Give Dean the bat.”

You lowly repeated in a mantra like state.

Your vision was spotted with black dots swirling like the pain in your head.

GiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebat

You gripped the handle in both hands.

You were going to give Dean the bat.

“Y/N! Goddamn bitch move your lazy fuckin–”

C-R-A-C-K!

The slick sound ricochets throughout the entryway and reverberates in your ears.

C-R-A-C-K!

You feel warm droplets of moisture spray on you.

C-R-A-C-K!

The bat and Dean’s motionless body both simultaneously hit the floor with a thud. 

You closed your eyes.

You felt… relief? 

Like you could breathe again as the hazy veil that had shrouded your thoughts lifted and the throbbing in your head slowly receded. 

You weren’t sure how to describe what you were feeling but it was some mix between euphoria, exhilaration and… freedom?

Well, you were finally free of Dean for good now.

You couldn’t help but be amused by that thought as you wiggle your toes in the warm red liquid that pooled around them. 

A child-like giggle resounds from you. 

Was this post nut kill clarity?

Catching a glimpse of yourself in the hallway mirror you noticed blood and chunks of brain matter strewn all over Choso’s jacket. 

You wouldn’t be able to go without washing it now.

You frowned at the thought of his scent being washed away as well as you unzipped it, checking to see if the stains seeped through the lining too.

You had made such a mess. 

Quick movements out of the corner of your eyes reminded you of the fact you were not alone.

The actual Ghostface killer stood mere feet away from you, his intentions clear as he visibly heaved and extended his knife out to the side approaching you.

You sighed exhausted. 

“I’m not going to be able to blame this one on you, am I?”

Ghostface shook his head, confirming what you already knew.

☠

Choso felt his own adrenaline reach a frenzied peak.

He approached you with the animalistic stature of a predator who was sizing up another. 

You were a killer now, no longer simply his prey.

Proving as much as eyes showed no remorse for the life you had taken.

Yet given what he had walked in on just minutes ago and how distraught you were leaving the party, there was nothing for to mourn anyway.

The only emotion your shown was concern for the on coming threat of him as you backed up to keep from his advances. 

Heh, that could just as easily be him right now bleeding out on the floor.

He mused as he side stepped Dean’s body to stalk closer towards you.

Choso smirked, he was only disappointed he wasn’t the one to kill him.

Although he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked creating your own work of art.

A bit abstract and not as precise as his own methods. 

Nevertheless, Choso continues to be amazed by how his cute and clumsy little undergrad just showed him a darkness he had only previously recognized in himself. 

Choso watches you back away until your ankles hit the bottom of the staircase.

Your feet and hands were slick with blood and you couldn’t find your footing on the steps nor support yourself on the railing so you were forced to scooch up the stairs. 

Yet given your injury even that proved difficult for you.

What would he do with you now?

“W-We’re even right? You saved me, I saved you.” 

You tried to bargain as you saw him crawl up the staircase after you.

Ghostface cocked his head to the side considering your words as he reached you and stopped your escape with a strong gloved hand digging into the flesh of your hip. 

Ghostface suspended himself over you covering your frame entirely and his metallic blade glared in the light as if it would pierce into you at the slightest whim. 

Were you going to die like this? 

Despite the danger you couldn’t help but be a bit turned on.

Especially as Ghostface’s touch reminded you so much of–

“Did you get off on killing your boyfriend Y/N?” 

Ghosface taunted, speaking for the first time.

“...or were you already this fucking wet from fantasizing about someone else, hm?”

Your eyes widened.

Your mind raced too fast to reach a succinct conclusion. But you were disappointed to hear a voice box distortion instead of the actual person's voice beneath the mask.

Your flurry of jumbled thoughts are paused when you feel the cool caresses of the flat metal side of his blade drag across the skin of your stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

Your chest heaved slowly with steady intensity as your breath shuddered. 

“Are you turned on now Y/N?”

You look away from Ghostface as he taunts as you. You feel more self-conscious considering who you think is under the mask.

Just how fucked up was it you were turned on from murdering your boyfriend in cold blood to save a serial killer who might have been the guy you had just been masturbating to who was also the serial killer Ghostface and very likely about to kill you now? 

Very. 

Very fucked up was the answer.

You would have been ashamed if you could bring yourself to care.

Choso’s jerks your face back to him as the hand with the blade parts your legs. 

The lust in your eyes and your drenched cunt were all the answers he needed.

“AHH!”

You cry out as you feel the smooth metal come down to slap your clothed pussy hard and slide against your lips. 

You fight the urge to close your legs. You can’t or the sharpened edges of the knife would stab your thighs.

You bite your bottom lip to the point of drawing blood. 

This does not go unnoticed by Choso as he brings his gloved hand to your lips to soothe the bite. 

His soft leather covered thumb hooks past your lips to guide your mouth open, exploring your mouth as you openly moan. 

“Tsk, Tsk, we can't have you breaking skin and wasting more of that pretty blood that belongs to me.”

You shiver at his words dripping in possessiveness and your mouth encloses around his thumb, sucking as your tongue still squirms under its pressure.

A strained hiss comes from Choso and his eyes roam down to admire the slime trail of sticky fluid your clothed cunt dripped his blade.

Before Choso can get a peak at your pussy your hands fly down to cover yourself. 

Amused, Choso gently removes his hand from your mouth to palm your inner thigh as his thumb slick from your spit rubs circles into your flesh.

His coaxing has you spreading your legs wider as he brushes up against the hands covering your cunt.

“Show me Y/N.”

He breathed out.

You pouted and shook your head.

“Is my little slut a liar then? I recall you telling me you didn’t mind if I saw your panties.”

Your suspicions confirmed you gasped in realization but Choso could no longer control himself as his hunting knife returned to your body to trail up your stomach this time the pointy edge hovering over your soft skin.

Your stomach sucks in to create distance between the blade and your skin causing your chest to push up through your arms but it's exactly what Choso had wanted.

Whoosh

With a swift slash through the air his blade slices your bra in two and its straps fall back down your shoulders laying bare your breast and hardened nipples to the cool air.

Exposed, your hands instinctively move from you core to cover your tits.

You see Choso pull back from you to sit up fully.

No longer touching you as he opted to imprint into his memory the imagery of your wet puffed pussy glistening through the soaked and now nearly transparent thong which clung to your lower lips like second skin.

He shifted his mask as the voice box moved from over this mouth.

“Y/N” he sighed.  

Hearing his actual voice had you whining with need again.

Choso couldn’t keep his hands off you for long as he grasped hold of your thong and slipped his fingers between the fabric covering your cunt.

Choso rubbed the sticky moisture on the thin fabric between his thumb and forefingers while his knuckles bullied into your clit, causing your toes to curl.

“Mmm C-Choso.”  

Your hands went from simply covering your tits to messaging them, pulling on your nipples, as you couldn’t hold back the sounds from the pleasure you felt from him touching you.

Shit. He wanted to ruin you.

Choso’s knife returns to your throat applying soft pressure dangerously close to breaking skin.

“So tell me what you want then, Y/N?” 

Choso knew you wanted him but he wanted you to say it. 

He needed you to admit it to him outright before he could really believe it.

His knuckles had stopped teasing your clit and your body trembled as you bucked your hips into his hand and pouted.

“I want you to hurry up and decide if you’re going to fuck me or kill me before my sorority sisters get back Choso!” 

Choso smirked under the mask. 

Becoming a killer turned you into a bit of a brat.

But he knew how to handle you.

Heh, fair enough.

Driving the knife into the staircase behind your head he pulls you up, swapping positions and seating you on his thigh.

He pulls his soiled track jacket off of you and you shiver as the cold air hits your back. 

“Mm, Fuck me Choso”

You sighed longingly, arms encircling his neck.

“Mm, Should I though?”

Choso questions out loud as you melt deeper into him from his hands roaming your body.

One settles on your hip under the band of your thong and the other peels you back by your hair so Choso can see your eyes blown out fully with lust.

“Or should I make you wait like I’ve been waiting ever since you first stumbled into class in that slutty green skirt?”

You cried out and our tongue lolled out of your mouth when he yanked your panties roughly by the front, pulling the material between your pussy lips.  

Your clit was cradled in the steamy fabric and you clutched the front of his robes for stability as your eyes rolled back.

“Do you know how much you made me suffer thinking about that pretty pussy of yours? How many times I fisted my cock? How much blood I spilled to forget the way you looked in those slutty outfits?”

Choso's own desire was apparent in his raspy voice.

You shake your head and tears spill as he pulls the fabric tighter over your clit. 

“I-I w-wanted you too” you sniffled out.

“Then prove it.” Choso breathed out huskily.

“I want that needy cunt of yours to beg me by fucking herself real nice on my thigh like she did on your mattress earlier.”

You could have combusted as he admitted he had in fact been watching you from your closet but you couldn’t help but obey his orders.

The frantic way your heart pounded in your chest couldn’t trump the unbearable arousal between your legs.

You braced yourself on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips on him.

“That’s it baby.”

Choso encouraged you as you heard a loud rip and realized he had cut away your thong when you felt him snatch the material right off of you.

Your plump pussy lips parted when pressed onto his thigh and you felt the rough material of his heavy robes directly chafing against your clit. 

Surrendering to pleasure you circled your hips to grind down on him as Choso started bouncing you on his leg.

The impact of your weight forcing your clit down while his thigh pushed up into you shaking.

“S-shiiiit D-daddy!”

You cried out arching back. 

Choso could have busted in his pants completely untouched when he heard you call him daddy. 

You didn’t know how much you had him wrapped around your perfectly manicured fingers. 

He would kill every single one of those bastard frat fucks on campus on a whim if you asked him to.

He would do anything for you.

Choso's muscular thigh flexing underneath your cunt felt amazing but your hole was screaming to be filled as it gaped around the phantom thought of his cock penetrating you.

“N-Need more. S’not enough Daddy”

You beg, whining into the mouth opening of his mask.

Your breath enters through the material as your hot tongue presses against the cloth barrier hungrily. 

His own tongue responds in kind, entangling with yours through his mask and you moan deeper into the opening.

You feel so good yet are still frustrated that you were naked while you couldn’t even see a sliver of skin from him still in his full Ghostface attire.

You move to lift up his mask when he stops you, breaking the makeshift kiss.

“Now, now Y/N.”

Choso playfully chides. 

“Can you think of nothing but my dick? You’ve forgotten so quickly this is still a crime scene?”

You panted as you looked over your shoulder and spot the gruesome remains of Dean’s lifeless body and half bashed in face. Blood stained the foyer rug and pieces of tissue splattered on curtains, walls and even the fake plants.  

Right.

You still had no idea what you were going to do about that situation but Dean was already dead. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Honestly you felt as if you might die as well if you couldn’t get Choso’s dick inside of you soon.

Your hips never stopped grinding down on his thigh as you returned your attention to him.

You knew if Choso couldn’t even kiss you, he couldn’t fuck you either as those same rules applied to both potential sources of DNA. 

“S’fine.” You pout.

“I-I had your jacket, y-your DNA could c-come from that.”

Your injured hand came to cup the slide of his masked face and your other rubbed the outline of cock over his jeans, feeling the precum soil through them despite the thickness of the fabric. 

Blood from your hand smeared onto the pristine white Ghostface mask as you pulled your foreheads to touch.

“I’ll admit Dean was right, w-we w-were sleeping together...”

Choso chuckled.

“..and get me expelled for sleeping with a student on top of a motive to connect me to your victim?” 

He gave your ass harsh smack. 

Your cheeks clenched and your panting grew more ragged as you chased your high against him. 

“Y/N you gotta think with that sexy little head of yours not that needy little cunt if you really want me to fuck you. I know you’re smart. This should be easy for you.”

You groaned. 

Thinking was virtually impossible right now. 

You wanted to give up and resort to begging again but Choso calling you smart (something your recently deceased ex never did) and now rubbing your thighs encouragingly, had made you so happy you wanted to make him more proud of you. 

You reluctantly stopped your hips, ignoring the fiery ache shooting through in your cunt but you wanted to cum from his cock not his thigh.

You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath.

Focus Y/N, you willed yourself.

Focusing became harder to do though when Choso became impatient and had nuzzled his masked face into your chest.

His mouth latched to your nipple through the black cloth, swirling his tongue and grazing his teeth against your bud causing it to swell.

“Oh!” you smiled sweetly down at him and his abs tightened as he held you closer to him.

“We get rid of the body! Clean up and make sure there's no crime scene to be found!”

“That’s correct,” Choso praised you as if you answered a question in class correctly.

 “Now, most importantly, how exactly will we get rid of the body, Y/N?”

“We…w-we..”

Your fingertips grazed your lips and you bit a nail as you pensively considered your options. 

You looked like you were thinking so hard on this.

So fucking cute.

“Come on baby, tell me.”

Choso was the one begging you now while he lifted your hips just enough to pull up his robes and position you to straddle his dick straining against his jeans. 

You were so close to the answer. He knew it would come to you and he wanted to be inside of you as soon as you got it.

You clasped your hands together and gave him one of your pageant winning smiles he grew to love. 

“We make a kill room!”

“Smart girl” Choso said as he lifted his mask and his lips came crashing down on yours.

☠

“Shit-Shit-Shit!” 

You cried as you lower yourself onto Choso’s cock. 

You had begged and pleaded him for this but Choso was so much bigger and longer than you expected. 

You never had a problem taking dick before but not only was Choso huge he had 3 rows of top and frenum ladder ball piercings on his long veiny cock that dragged against your gspot when you tried to force him inside you.

You still had about an inch to go and his fat cockhead was already pressing against your cervix.

“Fuck baby you really been keeping all this good pussy from me?”

Choso spread your cheeks to assist you down on his enlarged length but your walls vice gripped his cock preventing him from guiding you down further.

Choso grunted, he was going to cum fast if you didn’t ease up.

Pulling you back, he captured your lips again devouring them as he violently pushed his tongue into your mouth in a sloppy kiss, dominating you completely. 

A tremor shot through your cunt as your hips jerked and your legs quivered.

“My slutty girl is so sensitive she came from just kissing?”

Choso teased knowingly pulling back to allow you air and lapping at the drool from the corners of your mouth.

It wasn’t just a kiss. 

Without the hindrance of a mask Choso’s kisses felt like he was eating you alive and set your body ablaze.

Your orgasm came with enough intensity to loosen your walls allowing you to finally sink down to the base. However your legs were still vibrating and unable to support you riding him.

You fell forward into the crook of his neck. 

“C-can’t D-daddy” you babbled into his neck drooling.

Choso wanted to tease you more. He wanted to goad and praise you enough so you would ride him in earnest until your perfect pretty face sobbed for him to fuck you but time was of the essence now.

You both probably had a good hour and a half left before the cops broke up the party and members of your sorority started heading back. 

He needed to finish you quickly and he silently promised to take his time with you later.

Rising up, Choso positioned his arms under your thighs to keep you seated on his cock as he walked up the few steps to reach the landing in the middle of the staircase. 

Placing your back carefully against the wall he glides his hands over your sweat and blood laden skin to lift your legs onto his shoulders. His grip settles onto the fat of your ass and he marvels at how his fingers sink into them.

Choso allows you time to get adjusted to the new position as he now held you in a standing mating press.

“Ready?”

You nod and Choso takes that as his greenlight to rigorously fuck you into the wall with such vigor you felt it quaking behind you.

There was no possible way you could have ever been ready for that though and your hands dive into his hair tugging at the roots under his man buns as if you intended to scalp him. 

Your reactions fuel his cruel thrusts as Choso greedily drinks your guttural screams into his mouth. 

They sound more heavenly than any he had heard before even from his own victims.

Slamming you down on his cock, Choso manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him.  

His piercings and engorged veins continue to scrape the walls of your core with every stroke as you gush around him soaking his robes.

Choso wanted more of you.

He didn’t think he would ever get enough.

You felt so fucking good he could fuck you like this for hours and he cursed the dwindling time he had before he needed to remove himself from the warm comfort of your mushy cunt.

The hallway echoed with sounds of his hips sadistically ramming your body further into the wall as well as the sloshy vulgar noises his cock tore from your tight creamy cunt.

“S-so c-lose Cho–” 

Were the only words you could croak out as your cries become lodged in your throat.

The pleasure you received being folded between Choso and the wall had you salivating like crazy. Drool was pooling in your mouth faster than it could dribble out down the sides. 

You locked eyes with him. 

The wild glint in them was so primordially feral you can’t believe you ever mistook the restraint he tried to maintain around you for shyness. 

Frankly, there was nothing timid about him. 

The cold confidence of a true killer radiated off of him and into your core as each of his thrusts felt like they were stabbing into your womb.

Your whines turned into horse croaks as you desperately gasped for air.

Like a killer he showed you no mercy as his long cock shifted your guts up and into your lungs.

Choso was quite literally murdering your cunt.

“Yeah Y/N? Is my girl gonna cum all pretty like on this dick?” 

Too cockdrunk to reply, your pussy readily spoke up for you as your walls clenched and spasmed. White stars flood your vision as your body vibrates against him as you cum hard, gurgling his name.

Choso’s hips stuttered and his moans increased as he fucked you through your orgasm and chased his own. 

He knew better than to cum inside you, he wasn’t wearing a condom and didn’t even know if you were on birth control. 

But your cunt was like a drug to him so Choso resigned himself to cleaning you up after as he gave one last thrust, injecting you with his hot seed that scorched your insides and sent you spasming all over again.

It took a few minutes for Choso to catch his breath but he gently released your legs down to touch the floor as he pulled out of you.

You groaned immediately at the loss after being so full as you still tried to regain your own steady breaths.

Not missing a beat, Choso moved with reverence as if he was worshiping your form from the kisses he peppered down your chest and belly.

“Eyes on me baby,”

Choso ordered, glancing up at you. 

You nodded your breath hitching once he reached below your belly button and he threw one of your legs over his shoulder again.

He shamelessly breathed in the scent of sex wafting off your pussy.

The musky mixture of his cum and your juices combined with sweat and blood entered his nostrils and sent his eyes rolling back into his skull.

You shuddered. 

You wanted to feel his mouth on you more than anything but you knew you couldn’t both remain like this in the open hallway for much longer.

Seemingly forgetting all concerns of time, Choso’s thumbs lightly ghost over your battered pussy lips as he slowly peeled back the slippery folds.

His chest swoll with pride seeing how much of his cum you had taken inside of you. 

Choso's tongue salaciously darted out to catch the drippings that seeped out of your messy little cunt.

Despite your concerns, you can’t resist bucking up towards his face as he brought your hips off the wall towards him. 

“Be patient princess, let me enjoy this.”

Choso open handedly spanks your pussy, landing a direct hit on your clit which has you shaking as your squirt spritz onto his face.

His thick tongue rolls out of his mouth like a man starved licking his lips at the feast before him

“Goddamn, I already love her so much”

He cooed into your cunt while looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Go out with me, yeah Y/N? I’ll treat her right. Just let me have a taste of her everyday.”

You almost came on his face again from the utter display of depravity he was showing you, not missing the fact he was so pussy drunk he was technically asking your cunt to be his girlfriend instead of you. 

To be fair you were both way past the point where he needed to ask you out anyway as he was an accomplice to your homicide and soon-to-be cover up.

“Okay Choso, I’ll be your girlfriend,”

You grinned at him.

Choso thanked you by gently placing a kiss on your clit before nose-diving into your folds like a mad man between your legs.

Seeing how sensitive you are it wasn't long before he had you thrashing on his lips from the nasty way he heartily ate your cunt out.

The suckling, bubbling and squeaking sounds of him inhaling your pussy nearly had you at your peak again.

Yet you were snapped out of your pleasure when you heard the grandfather clock in the hall ring signaling it was midnight. 

Fuck what if the party got broken up earlier than expected?

“W-we don’t have time for this Choso.” You plead anxiously as you pry his head out of from between your legs.

The sounds of the clock chiming and the sight of Dean’s body still laying in the entryway made you more nervous with every passing minute it remained there.

His eyes narrowed dangerously on you as he nuzzled his nose back into your cunt hooking it under your clitoral hood.

“Oh? My sweet girl gets one kill and thinks she knows better than me what we have time for?”

His expression dares you to pull him away again as he drags the flat of his tongue lazily over your clit.

“Please Choso…”

Choso relents as he feels you tense up more, he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself unless you were.

“You trust me right Y/N?” 

“Yes”

You breathe out as his fingers play with your puffed pussy lips.

“Do you have the key to the basement?”  

You nod.

“And you know exactly where the supply closet is, baby?” 

You nod again.

“Perfect. This won't take long at all then.”

Choso assures you as his confident words calm your worries.

“So now just relax princess and let me take care of you. This isn’t my first clean up job babe…”

You weren’t sure if Choso was talking about your cunt or the dead body, but you didn’t doubt he was experienced in both.

“Give me 15 minutes to see how many times I can make you squirt on my tongue. Then we can finally make that dexter kill room you like so much, yeah?” 

You nodded once more and Choso wasted no time drowning his face back into your cunt.

You sighed contently.

He was already the best boyfriend you ever had. 

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

A/N: How was that? Did I do our emo kang justice? Lmk! (y'all better lmk cause y'all busted my balls for days over this lmfaoooo)

Also ding dong Dean is DEAD thank fuck. Whew I made that man as horrible as possible so you could kill him. Tbh, I would kill a nigga just for pouring Milwakees in my hair alone, that shit smells and tastes like cat piss lol.

Also here if y'all wanna see a cute lil pixivi I made of me bimbo!reader x Ghostface!Choso.

You know the original idea for this was actually based on a fic I was writing where Choso, Yuji and Sukuna (all brothers) all transfer to your university and bimbo!reader (no bf this time) clearly likes Choso but his oblivious emo ass has no idea and keeps being a dick to you cause he thinks you are just making fun of him. LOL! I may in the future still end up writing a version for that since this ended up going in a completely different direction with Ghostface thrown into the mix.

Y'all this fic was way too fuckin long. I know theres likely errors/redundancies still so I will comb through it later and I may edit/reword somethings too but general content will stay the same. Tbh, what took so long is the last scene cause I decided I cannot write a smut fic with Choso where that man isn't acting completely deranged and unhinged over the taste of pussy. He's munch, he can't help it.

Reblog for Ghostface!Choso to be your personal munch, but likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

Next up on Kizzatober, Werewolf!Toji from Thrilling Ghouls! (PWP)

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Pairing: haunted house actor!park jisung x male!reader

Genre: fluff, strangers to ??

Warnings: bad lol

Word Count: 1.6k+

Synopsis: y/n's friends wanted y/n to rest and stop studying so they took y/n to a haunted house. y/n carelessly got lost in the haunted house alone, he was very afraid of monsters and ghosts, so he didn't know what to do.

☠ Note: it's 2am and i can't sleep so i quickly wrote this to kill time, and its for something for yall to read while you wait for jeno's fic :) this is really short like a drabble, the plot is fast and not that detailed.

y/n sighed as he looked over his notes one more time. finals were coming up and he wanted to make sure he was as prepared as possible. his friends often told him he studied too much, but school was important to him.

there was a knock at his door, pulling him from his thoughts. "come in," he called. the door burst open to reveal jaemin, mark, and haechan with wide grins on their faces. "we're taking you out today!" jaemin declared.

y/n raised an eyebrow. "out? i need to study-"

"nope, you study wayyyy too much!" haechan cut him off. "we're going to break you out of your bubble for a bit of fun."

"fun? what did you have in mind?" y/n asked warily. he trusted his friends but their ideas of fun rarely aligned with quiet studying.

mark smiled mischievously. "we're going to the haunted house at the amusement park!"

y/n blanched. "the haunted house? but it's supposed to be super scary..." he had never been a big fan of anything too frightening.

"exactly, that's why you need a break. it'll be a good way to take your mind off school for a while." jaemin gave him puppy dog eyes, knowing he'd have a hard time refusing.

y/n hesitated but eventually caved with a sigh. "alright fine, but if i have nightmares i’m blaming you guys." they whooped in victory, pulling him up from his desk.

as they walked up to the entrance of the haunted house, y/n gripped jaemin's shirt so tightly his knuckles turned white. jaemin laughed and pried y/n's fingers away gently.

as they drove to the haunted house, y/n felt his nervousness grow. what if it was too scary? he wasn't really one for jump scares. but he knew his friends meant well, thinking a change of pace could do him some good.

"relax, it's just people dressed up. none of it is real, you know that," jaemin reassured him. mark rolled his eyes fondly. "and you call yourself a man of science, not believing in ghosts."

they made their way deeper into the haunted house, the rooms getting creepier with each turn. y/n was practically clinging to jaemin by this point, jumping at every small sound.

y/n took a deep breath to steady his nerves. "believing and not being scared are two different things. let's just get this over with." haechan cackled and slapped him on the back. "c'mon let's go!"

around the next corner, a costumed actor with a chainsaw came roaring towards them. y/n screamed and scrambled behind jaemin, clutching his shirt so tight he worried it might tear. even jaemin seemed a bit startled by this one.

the actor chased them down the hallway for a bit, the chainsaw revving loudly, before disappearing around another corner with an evil laugh. y/n's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest.

"you okay?" jaemin asked with a sympathetic smile, prying y/n's fingers loose again. he took a few deep breaths to calm down. "y-yeah, let's keep going."

they proceeded into a dark maze area next. eerie lighting and sound effects abounded as they tried to find their way through. but every twist and turn seemed to reveal another ghost or monster jumping out at them from the shadows.

the group continued cautiously making their way through the dark maze-like halls of the haunted house. y/n kept as close to jaemin as possible, not wanting to get separated from the others.

as they turned a corner, a hideous monster creature suddenly dropped down right in front of them from above with a roar. y/n let out a blood curdling scream and instinctively bolted away in fear, losing sight of his friends in the dim lighting.

"hey y/n, wait!" mark shouted after him but it was too late. panicked, y/n ran blindly down some twisting passageways, having no idea where he was going in the disorienting maze like structure.

his heart was racing a million miles an hour as he whipped his head around frantically, searching desperately for any sign of his friends or an exit. but there was nothing but darkness in every direction.

"mark? jaemin? haechan??" he called out, his voice shaking with terror. only his echo answered back mockingly. he began hyperventilating, the utter isolation and uncertainty spiking his fear to an all time high.

y/n stumbled blindly through the darkness, whimpering in terror as every small creak or groan threatened to stop his heart. he just wanted out, more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.

how could he have let himself get separated? what if he was trapped in here forever, completely alone in the endless maze of horrors? y/n gripped his hair tightly, feeling completely overwhelmed with panic and dread.

rounding another corner, a ghostly figure suddenly phased right through the wall with an eerie wail. y/n shrieked and fell backwards in terror, scrambling backwards until his back hit a solid surface. shaking violently, he curled up into a ball and broke down sobbing.

the actor paused, taken aback by such an extreme reaction. most people just jumped or screamed, not full on crying. feeling bad, they knelt down and gently touched y/n's shoulder. "h-hey, it's okay, it's not real."

y/n flinched at the touch, eyes squeezed shut. slowly opening them, he was met with a concerned face framed by fluffy black hair, mask in hand. "you're really scared, huh? i'm jisung, i work here. what's your name?"

as jisung led y/n through the remaining haunted areas, every sound and movement had y/n grasping onto jisung's hand even tighter. jisung gave it a reassuring squeeze. "it's okay, i've got you. just stay close to me."

trying to catch his breath, y/n shakily replied "y-y/n...i g-got separated from m-my friends..." jisung nodded in understanding. "well don't worry, we'll get you out of here. deep breaths, you're safe now."

they turned a corner and came face to face with a gruesome corpse prop. y/n yelped and buried his face against jisung's arm with a sob. jisung wrapped an arm comfortingly around his shoulders. "shh, it's okay. i'm right here with you."

he began gently rubbing y/n's arm in soothing strokes. "take some deep breaths. you're safe with me, i promise." his calming voice and tender touch slowly helped y/n's erratic breathing start to steady.

emerging from the darkness of the haunted house, y/n could finally see jisung clearly in the moonlight without his mask. and his breath caught in his throat - jisung was stunning, the most gorgeous face he had ever laid eyes on. plush pink lips, sparkling eyes, soft black hair that looked so touchable...y/n thought he must be dreaming to encounter an angel like this.

as they walked, jisung continued holding y/n protectively against his side, occasionally whispering gentle reassurances. the fear began to melt away under jisung's caring attentions. by the end, y/n was still alert but no longer trembling violently.

"there, see? we made it through," jisung smiled as they exited. the ordeal had left y/n exhausted but also strangely comforted by this new presence. he felt a connection forming with the black haired boy who had saved him from his panic.

just then, jisung turned to him with a smile, opening his mouth to speak. but before he could get a word out, a familiar voice rang out: "y/n!!"

he turned to see jaemin, mark and haechan running towards them, relief and worry on their faces. "you made it out!" jaemin exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. "we were so scared when you took off like that."

y/n hugged them back, grateful but also a bit disappointed that the moment with jisung was interrupted. he glanced back to see the black haired boy watching with a shy smile, hands in his pockets.

"i, uh, actually ran into a person in there. he helped me find my way out, his name's jisung," y/n admitted sheepishly as his friends finally released him. jaemin turned to jisung with a grin. "thanks so much for saving our scaredy cat friend here!"

a light blush colored jisung's cheeks at the praise. y/n couldn't help but gaze at him softly, already smitten by this unexpected savior and his kindness.

y/n turned back to jisung, mustering up a shy smile of his own. "thank you...really, for everything. i don't know what i would've done without you in there," he said gratefully.

jisung rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks pinking up again. "it was no problem, really. i'm just glad you're feeling better." y/n was struck again by how kind and beautiful his savior's face was.

an idea came to him then. "at least let me treat you to dinner, to say thank you properly." jisung hesitated, not wanting to impose. but y/n insisted sweetly, "please? i’d really like to."

those soft brown eyes were impossible to say no to. jisung laughed softly. "alright." they shared a smile, something blossoming between them in that moment.

y/n turned back to his friends. "wanna hang out at the park until jisung's shift is over? then we can go get food." they all readily agreed, interested to get to know their new friend as well.

a couple hours passed in a flash of games, rides, dinner and jisung's delightful company. all too soon, it was time for them to go home. but y/n had other plans.

"you guys go on ahead, i’m gonna walk jisung home," he said simply. his friends shared knowing grins and catcalls as they departed, leaving the two boys blushing in the night. could this be the start of something truly special?

[lxdymoon0357]

Could you do a Yandere Kosair from Remarried Empress, kinda love Navier's brother I don't see much of him sadly T_T

(Yep, for some reason my love for characters is coming back, so hopefully you enjoy this!)

Yan! Kosair Lilder Trovi Hcs

☠ Yandere! Kosair is definitely one of the softest yet dominant yanderes out there. He will smothers you with gifts, kisses, hugs, praise or whatever it is you desire, but on the other hand he will make sure you listen to him and will mold you a bit into his perfect person...

☠ Kosair is very much protective, he does not allow ANYONE to talk to you, it does include his sister, his parents or anyone else. Though he told Navier about you, he never let her meet you because he is so protective...

☠ Kosair very much never leaves you alone, no break, also you're stuck in one place, Kosair travels a lot and yeah, since he can't permanently keep somewhere, he unfortunately feeds some type of mineral which makes you lose your voice for hours on end (yes, something like that exists and I remember watching it in a movie!)

☠ Kosair, brings you everywhere and he loves to bring you shopping, buying you dresses/suits/ whatever suits your body pretty person;), shoes, jewellery, headpieces, food, fruits, books, or whatever the heck you like, it's going to be in your hands but it's going to be local, but who doesn't love local things????

☠ Kosair always makes sure you eat nice things and doesn’t really allow you to eat outside food saying he can always make it better, even if it’s made by Michelin chefs…They did not exist back then, but the food is made by such high types of chef, he’s a noble after all….

☠ He treats out to so many dinners, shopping sprees, and what not, be ready to tire yourself out and lay in his arms and sleep there no matter if you’re feeling suffocating and sweaty or nauseating or anything else, he’ll forcefully keep you there.

☠ He dresses you up in expensive and one of a kind dresses and accessories and no, he does not care that they may be a bit too expensive and that it’s too lacy and poufy for you to sit in, he thinks you look adorable and very pretty in it so the dress is staying on.

☠ Unless you say something like it’s very itchy or tight or something like that because he never would want you to be uncomfortable and he hates it if you feel that way, he will have a talk with the person who made the dress…

☠ Kosair would definitely mark you up, from top to bottom, you’re covered in hickeys, love bites, teeth marks, even some blood seeping out of some of them, that Kosair did not care to clean…..

☠ Kosair always does your hair and make-up, he knows how to do, because his hair is long as well and he took an interest in your make-up because he wanted to know what you do every day to look pretty!!!

☠ Kosair does not care what you think, he will kill every single male you put your eyes on…It may be family, a married man, a father or anyone else… He hates the idea of you having another man around…

☠ In his mind, you’re fit to be his housewife/ househusband/or any type of houselover you beautiful bastards! Because you would look so cute in an apron cooking and being domestic and also because he gets to keep an eye  on you…

[kittyfection]

blood melodies pt. 1 ྐ❤︎ l.at

pairing ♱ vampire x human! anton x gender neutral reader genre ♱ angst, nsfw kind of? cws ♱ biting, mentions of blood, overstimulation, sloppy kissing, teasing, backstory, honestly i might have mispelled something and forgot to fix it im sorry 😭

wc ☠︎ 4k

anton had lived in the mountains ever since he was young. his birth mother abandoned him after his father was killed by other vamps who hunted him down for falling for a human being. she believed that she didnt have the resources to keep anton alive. she couldn’t even protect her own lover, she feared that the vamps would come back to kill anton, and then her. not to mention, he resembled his father, which was a painful memory everytime she looked at him. she feared that anton would have been too dangerous for her to handle, as giving birth to him was the most excruciating experience of her life. she had to make the difficult choice of letting him go. the only memory had of his mother was a faint one, he felt her tears rolling onto his cheek before she walked away from him. a vampire pack living in the mountains found him, quickly recognising him as one of their own, and took him in.

growing up, anton very obviously stood out from the pack that raised him. he had an unusual empathy for humans, feeling guilty whenever he saw their blood packs lying on the floor of their home. despite nyx, one of the clan members, urging him to drink, he never gave in, not even once.

“you do know we need human blood to survive, right, kid?” she said, with concern in her voice. “i understand that,” anton replied, “but it just feels wrong. dont you ever feel sorry for the ones you take blood from? dont they .. dontt they end up dying?” he stuttered a bit in his voice, the idea of taking a human life for the sake of his own hunger.. for the mere taste of blood.. it just felt all too wrong to anton. he couldnt shake the moral weight of it.

nyx was the only one in the pack who didnt push him to drink human blood, understanding his reluctance. “its what we need to do to gain strength, to control our abilities,” she explained gently, so he would understand more. “but if youre so set against it..” she suddenly headed down to the basement, where the pack stored jars of livestock blood—usually reserved for when their human-blood supply ran low. she returned with a few jars and handed them to anton. “keep these with you,” she said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “make sure to drink it from time to time, you dont want the others getting suspicious of you. it’s smart to have some energy on hand."

“thanks " anton replied, feeling more grateful than he could express. throughout his childhood and into his teenage years, anton lived off the jars of blood nyx had given him.

it wasnt until he witnessed a pack member kill someone right before his eyes that he decided to live on his own. the scene terrified him so deeply that he made a pact to himself, to never to harm or take the blood of a human, no matter how desperate he is. so, he lived on the top of the mountains in an abandoned cabin. it provided everything he needed, and with animals nearby, he could sustain himself without hurting humans.

despite enjoying the peace of his secluded life, a life without chaos— loneliness often settled over him. there would be hikers who occasionally came up the mountain, leaving behind litter or abandoned old items they didnt want, which anton repurposed as furniture in his cabin. among those discarded items was a jukebox, now a cherished possession. it only played classical, rock, and jazz genres of music. anton had never listened to music before living on his own, and music became his main source of entertainment. sometimes, anton found himself wondering what it would be like to be human, to dance with someone he loved to the music from the jukebox. these thoughts plagued his mind, making him sad. he often indulged in fantasies of a normal human life, free from the need to hide from the world. yet, he knew such a life was forever out of his reach.

anton occasionally caught glimpses of human life during his rare trips to town for fabric and thread— items far cheaper than buying new clothes. he paid with the coins and dollars that he found in the woods. whenever he’s out, he tried to blend in with the crowd, covering up enough to avoid drawing suspicion, he disliked attracting attention. despite his efforts, his appearance still turned heads. to the townspeople, he looked like a stage actor. his tall, well-built, and handsome features were unusual in the small town.

whenever anton visited the town, he’d pass by a farm nearby and as shameless as it is, he couldnt resist taking some of the farm animals back to the mountains to feed on their blood as they seemed much healthier than the mountain wildlife. the farmers caught onto this behaviour, reporting a thief in the area, they just didnt know who. to avoid raising suspicions, anton had to keep a low profile and refrain himself from visiting the farm occasionally as he used to.

it was a quiet, cloudy day in the woods, with only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind breaking the silence. anton was sewing new clothes for himself when he spotted someone peeking through his windows. he had to quickly blow out the candles to avoid being seen. you were outside, checking to see if anyone lived there—maybe someone who might know the area well enough to help you find the mp3 player you dropped on your last hike. you tried to open the door, but it was jammed, annoying you. you were so sure it was here. what are they looking for..? anton wondered. he cautiously peeked out the window, observing your every move.

despite anton doing everything to keep himself hidden, you had already noticed the candles being put out and you could feel eyes on you. you stepped back from the stuck door, surveying the surroundings for another entry point or at least a clearer view of what was inside. digging through your bag, you found a lamp and turned it on, catching a glimpse inside. the room was filled with various items, but it was an old jukebox that immediately drew your attention. it was cool to you that someone could still own such an old item.

you figured the boy didn’t want to come out, and since you disliked the idea of bothering others, you decided to explore the area a bit more before heading home. you planned to return another time to continue your search for the mp3 player.

as time passed, your interest shifted from finding your mp3 player to learning more about anton and his daily activities even though you didnt know him or his name. each day, he did something different, seemingly to keep you engaged. although he was very aware of your presence, he also knew that you meant no harm. he seemed to have found a companion in you, someone to interact with from a distance. in the evenings, while the sun would set, anton would discreetly follow you out of the forest. he wouldn’t follow directly; instead, he’d watch from the trees, ensuring you were safe from any danger.

you liked this about him; it felt nice to have someone "walk" you home, in a sense. he felt trustworthy. you knew he wasn't human—obviously, no human could hang from tree to tree, watching over you. it was fun, you thought that supernatural beings only belonged in books, seeing one in person, theyre nothing like what the books described.

while visiting the forest later than usual, you lost your balance in the darkness, fell, and cut your knee. antons old vampire pack still lurked in the forest of where he lived and almost immediately caught your scent. anton, aware of the danger, wasted no time coming to your rescue. one of the members had already scratched you before anton rushed over, grabbed you in his arms and whispered, "dont worry, i'm here." these were the first words he ever spoke to you. in antons arms, you felt you were floating. you couldnt comprehend how he was moving so fast. with wounds in two places, it was easy for more vampires to sense you, even anton struggled with the urge, deeply attracted to your scent. he managed to fight off his urges to get you into his cabin, telling you to stay put and lock the door. he promised he’d be back soon.

his old pack saw him as weak and useless, dismissing him as a wimp when he had moved out. anton had a human-like mentality despite being fully vamp, perhaps a trait inherited from his biological mother. the other vamps were often confused by his empathy and hated hearing him whine about the human blood bags brought into the house. it had been a while since theyd seen him, and they laughed at the intense stare in antons eyes. "antons all grown up now, eh?" they mocked. their taunts fueled his rage. they had no idea how strong he had become. within seconds, he fought them off by himself, leaving them shocked at his strength.

eventually they left, and anton had to summon the strength to make it back to his cabin. crawling inside, you instantly noticed how weak he had become, having lost a significant amount of energy from the fight. antons main focus however was you, he was very worried.

“hey.. uh.. may i ask what your name is?”

“its anton. sorry, i didn’t have time to introduce myself properly… and you?”

“it’s y/n. i mean, i almost got eaten alive back there. we didn’t really have time to exchange names.” you giggled, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but you could see sadness lingering in his eyes.

“i meant back then, the first time you visited my cabin. i didnt introduce myself. sorry, im not used to talking to others, i didnt know what to say.” you could read the atmosphere of the room, he wasnt in the mood to joke.

"are you okay?" he looked up at you, and you got to look into his eyes for the first time. "i should be asking you that," he replied, staring directly at your wounds. you noticed drool coming from his mouth; he was hungry and desperate after losing so much energy from the battle. he suddenly got up and went into another room, returning with antiseptics, bandages, wipes, and a knife. "if i ever pounce on you, just stab me with this. i wont die, itll just stun me and help me calm down. is it okay if i check up on your wounds?” he asked softly.

youre a bit nervous at first, seeing the look in his eyes, but you were hurt, so you nodded. he even brought a knife, you can tell he’s genuine. he disinfected your wounds and wrapped them up with bandages.

"dont leave tonight, theyre still lurking around. the coast will be clear in the morning. let me know if you need anything." his voice sounded a bit strained. he then got up and went into a room, shutting the door behind him. he hadnt come out that entire night.

you werent able to sleep. the fear of being ambushed again kept you on the edge. even the sound of the wind outdoors had you paranoid. the cabins walls were also very thin, you could hear antons cries.he was distraught that he had to make such a difficult decision. he felt bad about hurting the people who had fostered him since he were young. but he didnt want to see you hurt either. it frustrated him.

you had felt bad for him, and wished you could comfort him, but you two barely knew eachother, for now, all you could do was wait for the sun to rise. morning came, and you left quietly, not wanting to disturb him. you left a note of thanks, expressing gratitude towards him.

you made it home safely, but you just couldnt shake off what had happened to you the night before. you definitely could not keep anton out of your head. his eyes, his gentle touch when coming to your aid, his cries..everything echoed in your thoughts. he had left an impression on you.

you found yourself becoming a bit obsessed with him. returning to his cabin daily, worried about his strength. youd bring him more jars than he could fit inside his home. as you spent more time together, you began having more and more conversations. it was awkward at first—both of you unsure of what to say or how to act. anton was not used to human interaction, and youre a bit nervous at the fact that anton was q werent any better, you felt nervous at the fact that anton was a literal vampire. gradually, the awkwardness faded. you both started to relax and open up to each other.

you shared stories from your childhood, your fears, and your dreams. anton, in turn, told you about his past, his struggles with his vampire nature, and how guilt hung over his head for having urges to feed on human blood. despite the unusual circumstances, you both felt an unexpected comfort in eachothers presence.

these visits became the highlight of your day. you would sit together for hours, sometimes in silence, sometimes deep in conversation. the bond between you grew stronger, built on trust and mutual understanding. despite the danger and the differences between you, there was a connection that neither of you could deny.

"do you think I'm a monster?" he suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

“of course not, anton. you literally saved me from a near death experience. why would you think that?” you felt your heart drop when he asked that. he had given you more than enough reasons to trust him.

anton couldnt even look at you, but a hint of relief mixed with lingering doubt in his mind. "it's just... sometimes, i feel like i might get out of control... i worry that i might hurt you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

you reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm, lifting his head so he can face you. "anton, youve done nothing but protect me. i trust you.” reassuring him. his eyes locked with yours, "thank you," he said softly. "it means more to me than you know."

anton felt free with you. this was something he had always wanted—a companion, a friend, someone he could lean on without fear of judgment. the thoughts of loneliness that had once plagued him began to fade away. you were still a bit confused by everything, feeling as if you were in a dream. but if it were truly a dream, you wished to never wake up.

while climbing up the mountains to bring anton more livestock blood, you lost your balance again, hurting your knee. anton sensed this immediately, and in the blink of an eye, you were back inside his cabin. unfortunately, the jar of livestock blood broke, making the blood useless for him to feed on.

you noticed a different look in anton's eyes, they were pitch black, which scared you, truth be told. anton usually had good self control and could fight his urges, but today was different. he had to ask you to shackle him down to prevent himself from breaking free. he was starving, and even cows blood wouldnt suffice for his empty stomach.

“i wont die like this, i���ll just become weaker .. im sorry to frighten you,” sensing your nervousness. “please say anything, just anything. i need a distraction.” he choked out, your scent hitting his throat.

you took his advice and started rambling on and on, trying to distract him. but all anton could think about was the intense urge to devour you right then and there.

you could see the struggle in antons eyes, making you feel sorry for him. you wanted to help, even though you were scared.

“anton, what if... what if you fed on me?” you said hesitantly. “just.. enough to take the edge off. you know?”

he quickly turned his head to you, horrified, and upset that you’d as that. “i could never- no. its too dangerous. i may not be able to stop myself.”

“anton, i trust you,” you insisted, stepping closer to him. “you saved my life. its my turn to return the favour.”

antons eyes darkened even more, filled with both hunger and conflict. “i dont want to hurt you y/n.”

“you wont,” ofering your wrist. “i really trust you, anton.”

he sighs, and slowly took your wrist in his hands. “please stab me if it gets too much,”

you nodded, bracing yourself. his fangs pierced your skin, a sharp pain shot through you, followed by a strange mix of fear and... pleasure? antons grip on your arm tightened as he drank, his desperation evident. your body became hot, and your heartbeat quickened. you let out an accidental gasp, overwhelmed by the unexpected pleasure you felt.

anton had to look up quickly, your gasps made him lose focus, but it helped him stop sucking on you, he regained the energy he needed. his eyes returned to their normal colour. “are you okay?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. you nodded weakly. “im fine. did it help?”

anton looked both relieved and ashamed. “yes, but... i never want to do that again. im scared of harming you”

“you didnt hurt me,” you reassured him, “im more than willing to help you.”

he shook his head. “i need to find another way. i cant rely on you like this.”

you felt shameless, but, the feeling of antons fangs sinking into your arm felt amazing. you had wished it never stopped. you knew this could kill you, but you couldnt help it.

you continued to bring more livestock blood for him, but the taste made him sick. it provided energy, but it never tasted as good as you. he wants you and you only, becoming desperate. he needed you, something you picked up on

“feeling needy, anton?” you teased gently.

anton looked at you, desperation written all over his face. “y/n, please... i know i said i needed to find another way, but i just cant shake off your taste. its been driving me crazy. i need more... please,” he begged, his voice trembling with need.

you giggled because he was too cute. “you told me so many times that you were scared to do this again. are you sure?”

he nodded, his gaze unwavering. “im sure. i hate that im asking, but i cant help it. your blood is the only thing that satisfies me.”

you looked deep into his eyes, giggling before gently taking his chin and lifting it towards you. you pressed your lips to his, and he felt his need intensify, a hunger that went beyond just your blood. his hands gently gripping your waist. you can feel the coldness of antons touch.

the kiss deepened, his need for your blood became more urgent. you can feel his fangs graze gently against your bottom lip, making you jolt. anton felt satisfication knowing he had such an effect on you. you become desperate for his fangs on your neck. he sighed, sinking his teeth into your neck slowly, blood dripping down his chin.

the feeling of antons fangs slowly sinking into your neck sent a wave of pleasure and pain through your body. you cant help but let out a soft moan as you feel the warmth of your blood filling his mouth. he became vocal, praising you for letting him do this. his praises for you sent shivers down your spine.

“you’re shaking so much, y/n.” he gripped on your waist tightly. he wanted to make sure you dont fall or faint in your arms. even in such a moment, he’s always considerate. he takes his fang out your neck, licking the mark with his tongue. you whined in response. he stares at you with low eyes, smirking slowly. “a little pent up, y/n?” you were still shaking in his grip, your heartbeat could be heard miles away at this point.

“give me more anton, please.. anything.” desperation was in your voice.

antons eyes soften at ur pleas, “shh, baby its alright.” whispering. “i’ll take care of you.” he pushes you up to him, leaving a sloppy trail down your neck. he slowly began to unbutton your shirt, and his cold fingers touching your exposed skin caused you to twitch underneath him.

“you’re beautiful y/n.” his eyes never leaving you, both of your desires grew. he kissed you everywhere. touching you in places where you were sensitive. you ended up rubbing yourself against the fabric of his clothing, the feeling of you made him whine, he enjoyed seeing and feeling you in ecstasy because of him. he was loud, you were thankful you both were in the mountains. you ran your fingers through his hair, and his hands kept exploring your body, you two were completely lost in eachother.

“im close.” your face became splotchy. his eyes gleamed when he heard your words, his hands were on your hips as he pulled you closer to him. his kisses become more sloppy, teeth gently scraping against your skin. you can feel yourself reaching the brink.

just as you were almost there, anton pulled himself away from you suddenly. you pouted at him, and he chuckled as a response, kissing your pout. “not yet, love. i need to savour every single moment with you.”

“anton.” you breathe, you needed to reach your climax.

“please.”

he leans into you, lips brushing against your ear. his arousal grew harder against you, and you arched into him as a response. his fingers continued to explore you, thumbs brushing against your nipple, you had to hold in your gasp as he dragged his lips down to your stomach. he moved up, grinding his hips against you.

anton hovers over your neck, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. your heart raced as you knew what was coming. he sunk his teeth back in your neck once again, you cried out in pleasure, your body was trembling underneath him. you were feeling euphoric, grinding on him faster. antons body felt tense, he was sure he was going to release any minute.

“fuck, y/n.” his voice was shaky. sensing you were close to your own release. he shut his eyes, hugging you tightly with his fangs sinking deeper into your neck. your body shuddered with his sudden force, causing you to reach your climax, anton soon followed after you, trembling with how intense his release was.

he finally pulled his teeth from your neck, sighing. you two lied there in silence. the sound of the leaves rustling in the background calmed you.

antons body was still twitching from his climax, you had to wrap your arms around his body to soothe him, pressing a kiss on his forehead. his body relaxed under your touch, nuzzling his nose into your neck, he left a gentle kiss there.

“you know, it was my first time touching another person.. erm.. being..” you were embarrassed to even say it out loud.

“if it makes you feel any better, its my first time too. i havent really had a connection with a human, let alone another being.” he said, gently massaging your cheek with his fingers. you both stayed silent for a moment.

“i guess we’re both learning,” you said, smiling at him.

“yeah, i guess so,” he replied, a smiling back at you. “its best if you rest now.” you nodded, knowing you were drained, closing your eyes. this was a night you would surely remember.

[unknownperson246]

Can you do a smut of Izzy when reader is watching him play guitar and they get turned on?

Hii I’m so very sorry it’s late but I hope you enjoy it 🩷🩷

Modern Izzy Stradlin: The Gig

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warnings: *smut* *p in v* *cussing* *multiple orgasms* *fingering* *praise kink* *thigh riding* *age gap* *a little bit of angst* *masturbating*

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You watched Izzy strum his guitar at 10 pm in a temporary hotel room your boyfriend bought for the night. You were obsessed with his hands. You loved watching him pluck his guitar strings with his long fingers. You wished those fingers were inside of you. Plucking you like he was with his guitar. You could sit down and watch Izzy play his guitar forever. You were almost jealous of his guitar. There was something about Rock n Roll that got you turned on. Your boyfriend Izzy was just so perfect. You loved the life of Sex Drugs and Rock n Roll. It was the life you wanted to live forever. You took your skirt off and Izzy didn't notice. He was too distracted playing “It So Easy” on his guitar for a concert he was going to do with Velvet Revolver. Duff and Slash invited him. You were watching as he went through his songs. You watched his concentrated face. Whenever he messed up he got frustrated but he did not give up or take any breaks. You went over without your skirt or panties and you put your arms on his shoulders. He looked up at you. He still didn't notice you were half-naked. “Izzy maybe you should take a break don’t you think?” You asked him. You ride on his left thigh while holding onto his shoulder.

You were grinding yourself against his thigh. He let out a small frustrated sigh. You keep looking down at your bare body. He looks down and watches you sit half-naked on his thigh. “Not right now Y/N I’m busy” He scoffs at you continuing to play his song on the guitar. You wanted to grab the guitar and break it into pieces. He was always playing that damn thing. All you wanted was a little bit of attention from him. 

“Izzy please?” You beg with a whiny voice. 

“I said not right now Y/N,” He says firmly.

You get off of his thigh and you go back over to the other couch where lie down and you watch him play. All you hear is a pluck of a string when he messes up which isn't frequent. The only reason he has been practicing recently more and more is for his gig with Velvet Revolver. You were in front of Izzy staring at his body and his face. You still had your skirt off and the way Izzy pushed you away turned you on even more. You were wet staring at him. You started to watch him like a movie. You bit your lips as you took your fingers and slid them inside of you. Your fingers imitated his stiff cock. The feeling of you grinding yourself against his thigh rushed into your body. You started to move your fingers over and over again. Izzy was too busy to pay attention to you. Now and then he let out frustrated sighs and you let out small moans. You kept moving your fingers and touching your inner thighs with the thoughts of Izzy in your head. You finally were about to reach your long-awaited orgasm. 

“OH IZZY” You moan loudly while your fingers are still moving around in yourself.

Izzy looked up with your legs spread. He had the full view of you masturbating to him.

“Really Y/N?” He let out a small scoff as you continued.

He couldn't focus on his guitar anymore. All he was focused on was watching you. The idea of you jerking off to him like he was a painting on a canvas was getting him hard. It gave him a boner watching you masturbate to him while he was doing something as simple as playing a guitar. “Maybe it couldn't hurt.” He says looking at his watch. He puts his guitar down on the empty space next to him on the couch. He makes sure all the wires aren't in the way.

He goes to you and takes his pants off. You were about to move your fingers.

“No. Don’t move them yet. Keep on doing it.” He demanded.

You nod and keep on moving your fingers inside of you to pleasure yourself.

“I'll replace my cock as soon as you're about to come,” He says. 

You finally were at your high. Your legs were shaking and your head melted into the soft cushion behind you. Izzy was hovering over you as he brought his huge thick dick closer to you.  Izzy moved your fingers from inside of you and he put himself inside of you. The tip of his cock kept hitting your soft spot over and over again. You came on his cock. Your slick made it easier to move back and forth. He kept going trying to ease some of the horniness off of him. “Y/N,” He said breathlessly as he fucked you.

“Iz,” You kept moaning while he kept moving back and forth. 

“Oh, Izzy” You sighed heavily.

Izzy's head snapped back and his legs shook. He took his hands off of your waist and moved them on your knees that were spread. His thrusts were getting sloppy but he still had the energy to move. He felt you getting tight around him. By now a layer of sweat covered the both of you. 

“So tight,” He said while thrusting. 

“Izzy I’m going to come again.” You shriek. 

“Come for me, pretty girl” He smiled down at you looking into your eyes. He watched them go back.

“Iz” You moaned again.

Your legs shook a lot more than when you masturbated. Your head went deeper into the cushion. Your breaths and sighs were heavier. Izzy felt your wet juice and slid out of you. He looked at his watch.

“Oh shit gotta go,” He said in a hurry. He put on his pants. He grabbed his leather belt and put it on. 

He grabbed his guitar and left the hotel room to meet Duff and Slash in the hotel lobby. 

[badchoicesworld]

i hear you requested requests! ive got one!!

hobie x masc reader that's gwens older brother (ik its not canon, but the canon can fuck itself) (sorry miggy)

i dont really have anything in mind for reader's personality or whatever (so thats up to you!) but id like if reader liked to draw (thus ended up drawing hobie and got caught by him hahaha cliches i love them)

where hobie meets gwens older brother (you !)

hobie x masc!reader

this actually gave me hella ideas, im gonna link it to what happened in the movie (sorry it took a while, life fucked me)

didn’t specify if it was platonic or romantic (WHICH IS FINE ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥) so i’ve just done general shit for both lmao

warnings: none

pairing: hobie brown x masc!reader

requests: open, i cant let the demons catch me

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when you first meet hobie you’re so very thankful to him for taking care of your little sister

if gwen managed to hide her being ghost-spider from your guys’ dad, then she likely hid it from you, too

but obviously, your dads gonna have to tell you why gwen didn’t come home one day

you’re crushed, naturally. likely furious at your own dad for literally firing a warning shot at her

might have ran away yourself, maybe hobie comes to your rescue too

or maybe you two meet while hobie’s dropping off his homemade gizmo for gwen, and you’re so unbelievably thankful for him and his generosity when you meet him

of course you will be, he took your sister in while you couldn’t do anything to help

hobie’s probably side-eyeing yours and gwens dad but is happy to get along with you if you’re gwens bother

he cant stay for long at that moment in time, got a multiverse to save and all that

but the brief interaction opens doors to many opportunities in the future

hobie gets to hear about the brief reunion between you and gwen from her, after she went back to her own dimension before it was show time

he becomes very intrigued by you

next time you two meet is likely after they save the multiverse (WHICH THEY WILL WITH ZERO CASUALTIES UNLESS ITS MIGUEL.)

BUT GENERALLY SPEAKING NOW

miguel definitely doesn’t approve of hobie using his watch to travel dimensions just to see you or gwen, still does anyway if he doesn’t just build his own

probably came to see gwen, pick her up to bring him to his own dimension, whatever

sees you instead, target acquired

hobie’s heard plenty about you from gwen, likes to think you aren’t strangers so is super friendly, overly even

catches you in your room, drawing in a well loved sketchbook

definitely does that thing where he just fucking appears behind you, he’s that quiet when walking despite the accessories

he’s looking over your shoulder while you draw silently, you might be too distracted to notice or you’re immediately started by him

smug asf when you finally catch on, is especially entertained if he’s caught you drawing him, god forbid

wouldn’t be surprised though, he likes to make people stare so is honestly complimented if you’ve been trying to draw him since first seeing him

doesn’t just snatch ur sketchbook and start looking through it though, unlike someone

as an artist, he gets it

you’re probably super protective over ur sketchbook actually because of gwen, smh

will probably banter a little bit about that, tease something about gwen that you’d both be victim to, like her tendency to borrow things without permission

find common ground yknow

“ain’t it a pain when she [gwen activities]” but you’re not being mean ur bonding it’s fine, we don’t slander gwen (i do however have some strong words)

starts hanging out with you on the odd chances gwen isn’t home, just casually in your room at first

starts off talking about your guys’ interests, seeing if you have things in common

probably listening to music together

the closer you get, he starts to actually travel dimensions just to see you

casually waves to gwen before ducking into your room

is happy to just kick back there, but is also happy to go out and do things at that point

the more you hang out, the more your dad and gwen begin to tease you- which is nothing in comparison to the shit hobie faces

gwen easily told everyone else about you two hanging out, he never hears the end of it now regardless of dimension

hobie starts using the front door instead of just appearing in your room “son, your boyfriend’s here” ur devastated why would ur dad say that

THENN hobie starts to come to your dimension for you more than gwen, has probably already invited you back to his once or twice but now he’s a lot more frequent with invites, wants you to consider his place a second home (in case you ever wanna run from home, cough)

say something does blossom between you two, obviously you don’t label it cause hobie’s not about that

you get promoted from “gwens brother” to “hobie’s boyfriend” at some point even if you don’t use labels- that’s only if ur not like too close to the rest of the friend group, but i imagine you’ve gotta be

hobie probably talks more about being spider-man relatively early on considering the topic, but since you know his secret identity it doesn’t really matter to him

the closer you are, the more into his stories he is

is ready to reenact the whole thing for you now so it’s like you were there

draw each other, i dare u

make playlists for each other, perhaps ?

there’s a lot of gwen snitching to each of you

and then you two do with that information together what you will later

like if you’re just being gay for each other it’s wild how fast gwen goes to the other and is like “guess what he said” she is not slick about it

hobie can be found at ur place more often then not, your dads a little more iffy about you going to a different dimension

still, very grateful to be welcome in your home but hobie definitely prefers to kick back at his

hobie loves to bother gwen about your whereabouts, if you are a thing or not “where’s your brother at?” he’s pretending to be cool about it

does your dad approve ? who cares

but nah he’s way more open minded after the incident, thinks hobie is a peace of work and probably his own son too if you’ve got a similar personality, in that case you’re perfect for each other

if not he’s just happy you’re happy, that’s all he cares about

obviously gwen supports it, likes to claim she introduced you guys and you owe your relationship to her when she tries to win in an argument/conversation

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[huhustuff]

Hii!!

Would it be alright for me to request some general hcs for the 8th sidemen AU? Like how the reader met the sidemen, what were they known for before joining the sidemen, who was the first person to meet the reader, who was the sidemen who recommended the reader to be in the group, their relationship with each sidemen, is there anyone who have or had feelings for the reader? what was the reader doing during the diss track season? Any drama? Reader can be any gender if that matters.

Yea that’s all I got. Sorry if this is too much. Love your work <3

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝___𝟖𝐭𝐡𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

💨🧸☠

Thank you for this lovely request 🤍!

This is part 1 to this request. The second part is going to include the individual relationships between the reader and each sidemen. And part 3 will include events after this imagine, diss track season and other events that y'all would like to see, so let me know what events y’all are interested in. I did not want to include all in this because I was scared this would be too long.

These events were hard to build up without the reader becoming an oc, but i tried lol.

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Before you got to know the sidemen you had a youtube channel that you had started in the beginning of 2013 and which had gained a decent following within a few months after starting. You had started the channel for jokes. In your free time you enjoyed playing minecraft with your friends and thought you would record the fun times just because you could and to save the memories. 

Surprisingly people enjoyed watching your content and your sense of humor. As your audience grew you started to play other games as well per numerous requests. After the unexpected growth of your channel and presence in the youtube scene you got invited to your first gaming convention. The invite itself seemed to send you into shock, it was all happening too fast. But this was a chance of a lifetime so you spent days convincing your parents and yourself that going would be a good idea. 

The event was even more unnerving considering that you were pretty young. But at the end you managed to convince your parents and they agreed with the condition that one of them will take you to the place where the event was taking place, but you were allowed to roam the convention by yourself. considering you had not revealed your face nobody recognized you from youtube at first. But after talking to a bunch of people a girl recognized you from your voice. You swore you could have exploded from happiness. Someone recognized you just from your voice. and they were happy to see you as well AND they said they love you content. AAAAAAAAHHH. you were beaming with joy.

And the day got even better. After spotting an area with multiple computers to play Minecraft you headed straight there. Since the other places were currently taken you sat next to a guy with dark hair and eyes. Whilst playing you noticed from the side of your eye that he was often watching you play and looking like he wanted to say something. Another 4 awkward minutes passed until he took up the courage and commented on your gameplay. You talked a bit about minecraft and then exchanged names. You discovered that his name was Vikk and that he also had a youtube channel.

The two of you continued chatting about youtube while strolling around and soon met another youtuber that he seemed to know. Vik introduced him to you as Josh. This Josh was a bit intimidating at first, but out of politeness you talked to him with the slight encouragement of Vikk. Turned out that you had actually heard of his channel a few times and that he had heard of your channel once since his girlfriend had mentioned it to him. 

ahahahahahahaha. HE had heard of YOU. Even if you weren’t a fan of him it still seemed unreal. After a short chat Josh had to leave to meet up with another creator who Vikk also wanted to meet. But before leaving Vikk asked you.

“I think we have to go now, but would you want to maybe…um play together sometime? Make a video together?”

“Sure, just hit me up on twitter if your interested”

“Nice, i’ll be sure to text you”

You parted with wide smiles and excitement of an opportunity for an upcoming collaboration.

Little did you know during that time period the ultimate sidemen (the sidemen that we know today) were looking for more people to add into their group. They had invited a few other people, but it did not seem to click with any of them. But after Vikk and you played minecraft for a few times he suggested adding you to Josh since he had met you as well and after looking through your channel Josh agreed that you could be an interesting addition. The two of them presented the idea to the group. After a little discussion they all agreed to invite you for one time and then see how you fit into the group.

Once again, you were in a very intimidating situation. Vik had asked you if you wanted to join him and some people he knew to play GTA. You did some research on the group and realized that it could attract a whole new audience to your channel so you agreed (you were not a clout chaser, you were tactical). And little did you know that decision was going to change your life. 

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Author note: I wrote this with the knowledge that the reader was born in 1998 (the date and zodiac is accustomed to the reader), but in certain images it can be changed if necessary. for example for a romantic simon/josh imagine, cause it would be a bit weird if for example in the year 2015 a 22 year old Simon or Josh was dating a 17 year old reader. (that’s my opinion but for some it could be okay and if they request a imagine without mentioning an age change i won't do it :) )

Hope you enjoyed this and have a good day or night 💐!!

[thepreybecomespredator]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ TAXI MASTER PEE GUY X GN! READER

{CW/s: Suggestive, He pisses in your mouth lol

{A/N: I only posted this here because ao3 was being a bitch and wouldn't let me log in my acc

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I slide into the driver's seat of my car, the familiar scent of leather and gasoline fills my senses. I adjust the rearview mirror and took a moment to breathe in and out. I start the engine, feeling the power surge through the vehicle. And so, I began driving.

A notification pops up on my taxi app, indicating that I have my first client of the day. I confirm the pickup location and start navigating towards it. As I approach the destination, I spot a man standing on the corner, He was holding his crotch with both of his hands as he clenched his thighs together. The man had an an expression of relief as he saw me pull up to the curb, and he ran towards my taxi.

His eyes meet mine, and I offer him a warm smile. He opens the car door and slides into the passenger's seat. "Help me.. I really need to pee.." The man blurted out, his voice being laced with desperation.

You started driving, only to park your car into a nearby space as an idea had randomly popped into your head. "Actually.. I have another way for you to empty your bladder.."

"How so? I really need to go, can you please tell me?" His voice rises in pitch towards the end, conveying the mounting tension and genuine need for your response.

You stood up from the car seat, making your way to where the man was currently sitting and kneeled down infront of him, positioning your head in between his thighs. "I'll let you use my mouth to do so.. How does that sound?" The man's eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment at your offer "I, uh, I don't know.. that's kind of weird.."

Your voice, typically patient and polite, now took on a tinge of annoyance. "C'mon, Do you want me to leave you somewhere and let you piss your pants?" He quickly shook his head in refusal. "No, no! Please don't do that! I-It's just, I don't know.. not something I've done before.." The man's voice trembles slightly, revealing his nervousness. "Good.." You slowly unbuckled his belt, revealing his boxers as you began to slide it down aswell; Which shows his throbbing cock smeared with pre-cum. The man felt his face go hot with embarrassment as you exposed his bare cock. He looked around nervously, hoping that no one else could see what was happening through the window.

You shoved his hard member right into your mouth, taking all of it without hesitation as you bobbed your head up and down his dick. The man gasped loudly as he felt your mouth wrap around his cock. He tried to pull away at first, but the sensation was too good. With each movement of your head, he felt more and more aroused. Despite his initial reluctance, he began to moan and enjoy the sensation of your mouth working its magic on him. "Oh god.. that feels good.. I never thought, uh, I never thought.. ah.."

You felt him piss inside your mouth as he finally couldn't hold it in any longer, The hot liquid filled your mouth and you swallowed it, You continued to suck and swallow as he emptied his bladder.

"Mmm.. so good.. thank you.." The man blurted out while panting like a complete animal, His cock pulsing from finally being able to release.

[short-black-diamond]

I'm sorry could I ask for a tonny x reader where they basically just.act like an old married couple because tonny's a literal peepaw..

PEE-

PEEPAW

OH MY GOD

not you already calling him peepaw bro.

Anyways-

Not me having to look up what old married couples do☠

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Tonny and you acting like an old married couple :]

Since the circus was running on a vehicle, you guys travelled a lot

like, a lot lot

so, you learned many new languages or the basics of them to communicate with the people

as you guys travelled pretty much around the globe, it was still fascinating to see what each new generation was able to create

from bicycles to motorbikes to real cars and also trams...

you bought some jewellr- ok no, Anthonn bought you some jewellry

Tonny purchased a camera

and let me tell you, he took more pictures of you than any other place

what can he say? You're the center of his universe

and that being said, Tonny likes to go with the flow, while you like to do it in the traditional way

you paint

and while he was busy photographing you, you were drawing him

(I think I spelled this wrong⤴)

it was also on those nice and warm summer places, where you guys were on a field, and just...enjoyed everything

away from the drawing, and forward to the culinaries!

with each country and new formed/founded city, you guys were always amazed by all the new food that you got to taste wherever you guys were

to the normal mortals, you guys looked like teenagers who were on a date

but well, since Tonny was a PEEPAW and you were a granny, you guys took your time enjoying things in blissfull slowlyness

whenever you guys would eat breakfast other than the circus, the 'adults' would scold you for coming late to school

you and Tonny had to stifle your laughter one too many times

with each new recipe which you and Tonny would try to replicate in the circus' kitchen, a new memory got made

you were actually surprised that you, nor Tonny or anybody else got Alzheimer's yet

it was truly amazing

you guys also like to go on walks????

why didn't I think of this sooner???

like, just hand in hand, relishing the moment of nature, or watching the real teens run around

poking at each other when you guys saw some fresh couples act shy around each other, reminding you of your earlier days

ah yes, wonderful memories

but you had pity with the children

you had all the time in the world while theirs ended by the drop of a needle

but, you did your best to give them as much advice as possible, even when you got weird looks from them

Tonny frowned sadly upon you consoling a heartbroken girl, a poor man, a child that lost its parents...

he also felt like it wasn't fair

I mean, you guys could live forever in fun and party and doing some acrobatic tricks-

no, he didn't want to think about it

(and i don't want to make this any more angsty)

back to the now, where you and Tonny look at some of the pictures you guys took!

and you were laughing again, something Anthonn cherished very much

"Remember when you fell from the well? Gosh, you were soaked with turf water!"

"...yea...", cue to him looking at you lovingly while you cracked up like a hyena-

and you guys give each other new types of flowers???

everywhere you guys go, and you see a flower shop, it turns into a competition of who can gist the other one a new species of flowers

it's still a draw, after all these decades/or centuries?

(what do old people do else besides that?)

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Alrighty, let's stop here! I really have no idea what old couples do, cuz all i see them do is go to cafés and walk around?, nothing more.

Anyways, I hope you liked it!

Read you guys in my next post!

[wanderingtheark]

♦ , ♡ ,☠ , ☆ w Johnny toast? :D

this is a lot woah and SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M SORRY

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

quirks: obviously his tendency to call people sir is more of a quirk than anything. he calls EVERYONE sir/ma'am, and it's not even based on respect either. it's just something he does on instinct (though ngl ghost gets jealous about it sometimes)

hobbies: i'm going to be perfectly honest this guy works as a hobby. his hobby is the ghost hunting, and he's happy with that. he also likes to write! he canonically has several books published, and i think he likes to do research and write and publish about his research. he's probably a freelance author on the side of all of that too. he's probably got a few articles published for news outlets.

but again, that's all working as a hobby. this dude has no idea what it means to do something for purely his own enjoyment

♡ - romantic headcanon

he's a very hands-on person in relationships, something he didn't get much as a kid beyond ghost and his mother. he's always subconsciously looking for some reason to be in contact with his partner and will probably get upset and confused if they pull away from him, though he'll try to mask it by asking if they're okay before anything else

he's a cuddler by nature, too. he finds it easier to sleep while wrapped around someone or something that makes him feel safe

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

toast rarely gets overtly angry, and even more rarely gets violent from it. he will snap when frustrated but if he's truly angry he'll be silent. he gives people the silent treatment because he would much rather people feel his absence press on them than to lash out. bad things have always happened when he has lashed out

he'll become more prone to it during episodes of mania triggered by ghost's absence, though. their absence affects each other both ways, and toast will just feel lost without ghost because ghost has always been such a commanding presence in his life. he may lash out or become violent not necessarily because of anger but because he's not even sure what he's doing anymore

☆ - happy headcanon

when toast is happy, he's usually happy because of his team. of course that's not to say he's overtly unhappy or needs them to be happy himself, but he's certainly a different person without them

that being said, he tends to show his happiness through pride in the others. he'll be more likely to compliment what they're doing whether that be on the job or in more personal matters.

he gets excited when he's happy too. he's like a puppy, really. a big puppy. who sometimes turns into an actual dog but that's unrelated. huge black lab energy going on here.

send me some asks!

[anotherrickinthewall]

Play like grown-ups

A/N:

Hello lovely people!

I've had this fic sitting in my WIPs way too long... I've wanted to write more but yeah well. I devour smut like there's no tomorrow but I seemingly can't write it. Because every time it gets real spicy my brain is like 'LOL... Nope.'

Oh and as English isn't my first language, please excuse any cringe phrases or mistakes. No one read it beta (I only use Word for the gravest grammar mistakes).

☠☠☠ indicates a shift of perspective (from reader to Frank and vice versa)

So here we have

Pairing: Frank Morrison x fem!reader (I gave her a name and a tiny background, it's kinda easier for me to write and I tried to keep the description of physical features to a minimum)

CW: fem!reader / fem!body, knife play, breath play, smut, blood, general Dead by Daylight themes (violence, death, torture),BDSM stuff, dom!Frank/sub! reader and I think that's about it, maybe name calling (Sweetheart, darling, etc.)

Credit for those awesome pictures goes to the people who created them, so if you know any artist of those give me a holler I'll credit them properly! I don't own any of the pictures or DbD characters.

NO MINORS BELOW THE CUT! THANKS!

The dizziness from being thrust into this weird realm was enough to make her stagger and falter in her steps even though she was just standing and coming back to her senses. She was becoming aware that she wasn't at the campsite she had been with her best friend just a few seconds ago. At least it felt like a few seconds. In truth she didn't have the slightest idea how much time had passed.

Taking in her surroundings, she noticed that she was standing in the middle of a yard that seemed like it came straight out of a nightmare. Caved in stonewalls and rugged pathways indicating that they were once part of a bigger construction.

Lifting her gaze, she squinted through the mist gathering around her. There was a castle like building to be seen, the top burned off and debris littering the ground around it. She slowly started walking in the direction of the main building, her head twitching left and right every five seconds. A strange twist in her gut told her to keep her mouth shut and keep going. She desperately hoped to find other people who shared her predicament. There had to be other people around. There just had to be.

She entered the building at the corner of the remnants of a conservatory, when a strange sound reached her ears. Some sort of mechanical whirring accompanied by the buzzing of sparks. Slowly following the sound, she found a man kneeling in front of a diesel fuelled generator.

"Oh god finally!" but she recoiled when the man flinched so hard that the wires, he was working on, touched the wrong way and exploded straight in his face. "Fuck!" he cussed and dragged his hand over his face. "Damn girl, you really scared the living daylights out of me. Fuck me!" he exclaimed once more.

She felt bad for scaring him like this. "Man. I'm so sorry... I thought you heard me. I woke up and I don't know how I got here. Do you know what's going on?" she asked him hopefully. He turned around and let his head drop against the generator. A skull tattoo with flames around it was to be seen on his throat.  For a moment he kept his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

It gave her time to take in his appearance properly. The sand-coloured hair was down in the back but the front part was fluffed up and slightly curved. Almost like a bedhead. A square jaw and sharp cheekbones made him dangerously good looking but the one thing that topped the look off, were the snake bite piercings adorning his lower lip on which he was chewing nervously.

He released another harsh breath and stood up. Muscled thighs bulged beneath the somewhat rugged looking dark jeans. His shoes looked like they'd been dragged through a puddle of blood. When he spoke, her eyes flitted over a black leather jacket and a dark grey shirt up to stormy blue eyes. He crossed his arms and they seemed to be so massive that the leather was creaking. All in all, nice to look at. "Okay, newbie. As far as I figured we have to get enough of these gens here going to power up exit gates to flee the grounds. There are other survivors to help. Four, I think. But beware there's a killer on the loose to kill all survivors. Why or how... I can't answer. The last thing I learnt is that all these realms are ruled by the Entity.' It sounded so strange that she was inclined to chalk his information up as batshit crazy but a tiny voice inside her head warned her that there was a certain truth to his words. Either way he was all she had at the moment and being together definitely beat being alone in this weird ass environment.

So together they looked for the next generator to repair and during their search she learned a few details about the mysterious stranger. His name was Frank, striking her as a bit out of date but who was she to judge when her name was a colour. 'Nice to meet you Frank, I'm Roux. Born and raised in lovely Louisiana.', shaking his hand she noticed how his gaze lingered on her face. She also learned that he was a drop out from Ormond, a tiny town in Ontario. Nothing but snow most of the year and an abandoned ski resort where he would meet with a few friends to kill the time.

A strange smile flitted across his features and he grabbed her wrist when he saw the four flickering lights of the next gen, high above them, mockingly looking down on them. 'Look... Over there. You keep working on it and I'll go looking for the other survivors.' before she could even protest that she didn't know how to fix it, he was gone. Like a lightning.

For the fifth time the fucking gen exploded in her face. Pulling her navy-blue hoodie over her face she screamed in it as loud as she could. A huge part was the frustration she had, another part was the sheer panic her heart had been causing her on and off now. Every time she'd heard a twig snap and a bush rustle too much her heartbeat would pulse very loudly in her ears. But that went away rather quickly. When another set of poppets finally started moving smoothly, she'd do a little jig but that was interrupted rather harshly when a high pitched, blood curling scream echoed throughout the place. And then she saw it. Boom! Another explosion? No, it sounded way darker and deeper, more like an energy blast she'd seen and heard in Sci-fi movies. The gen exploded once more. Stupid machine she cursed silently. An elderly man ran past her, in tow a masked man with a knife raised high above his head. Another scream, this time deeper and shorter. Surely the guy with the knife got the older man, too. When two people were injured or even worse... That left her and Frank. But he didn't come back and was nowhere to be seen. When the last poppets started moving and the fourth spotlight shone brightly above her head, she took another deep breath and went looking for Frank. In a brisk pace she started looking in the outer shack, lockers and basically everywhere she saw a generator. As methodical as possible she walked in circles, to not miss him in case she didn't look behind a certain corner. With every step she took it unnerved her more. She had a constant thundering heartbeat but she couldn't see anybody.

Once she came into the, what surely used to be the grand auditorium, she was sure she was alone with the killer. Because she neither found him nor any of the other survivors.

Among the aisles of old wooden chairs, she suddenly saw the killer. Bright blue gleaming eyes and a Cheshire grin of crude drawn teeth with blood smeared partially over the eggshell-coloured mask. A dark grey hood hiding most of his features but the rugged jeans looked awfully familiar, the leather jacket he was wearing, too. But she refused to believe that it was him because how could he be survivor and killer at the same time!?

Roux stared at him intently and saw him wiggling his blood dripping knife in his right hand while simultaneously moving towards her.

Until she couldn't confirm if it really was Frank or not, she decided it was her smartest choice to run. Maybe she could hide long enough for this nightmare to end.

So, she turned on her heels and sprinted in the opposite direction, the heavy echo of her own heartbeat continuously following her.

                                  ☠☠☠

This new approach for his hunt was priceless. He should thank Susie for that later. Pretending to be a fellow survivor and then hunting them down gave his chase a whole new level. All the adrenalin flooding his veins had him giggling like the maniac he was. He licked his lips, almost tasting her fear. This is what he was born to do. Hunt. Kill. Torture.

Lovely silken hair barely reaching past her shoulders, complimenting her bright eyes perfectly. She was the last victim. And unfortunately, the first who stumbled across his path but she was more than easy on the eyes. In fact, he found her very attractive and the way her pupils were expanding once she got a proper look at him told him the feeling seemed to be mutual. He saw her stumbling over junk lying in the yard. It would have been so easy to finish her right here right now but instead he just used his entity given fury and sprinted past her, slashing her arm and shoulder. The gashes were deep and thick droplets of blood started running down her arm and wrist. He had to be lying to himself if he claimed that this didn't get his dick stirring in his pants. He was still am man after all. A cursed and rageful murderer but still a man. He waited behind a shabby shack that sat in the far corner of the former mental institute. He unclenched his hands several times, waiting for the cramps to pass that always seemed to come when he was using his rage speed. He hated them, they made him feel like an arthritic 80-year-old grandpa. Snap! His head shot up, a sinister smile forming underneath his mask. He tapped against his temple and the eyes in the mask turned from neon blue to a crimson red. It was a tiny feature he added with junk they've found around the Ormond Resort they were forced to stay in while they were not in trials. It was tedious. Always snow, always cold, he sometimes welcomed the blistering heat of the Dead Dawg Saloon or the unbearable humidity of Backwater Swamp.

As soon as the cramps had passed, he leaned and peered around the corner to see Roux frantically covering up her cuts with rugs of her sweater. And by all unholy things in this forsaken realm her baby blue tank top was a sight for sore eyes. "Such a beauty." he whispered quietly to himself before leaning back again, giving her another two minutes to gain her breath. When a relieved sigh reached his ears, he knew it was time for a second round.

So, he started softly padding towards her, knife raised high above his head but when he was within a ten meter radius, she burst into a sprint, dashing in zig zag patterns across the yard. He had to give her credit for that, she was quiet the runner. He chased her for several more minutes across the grounds. She was vaulting through windows, across walls and she even tried to hide herself in one of the many lockers, that were scattered everywhere. But he was so used to survivors hiding in those, that he just had to strain his hearing to figure out which of them she was using. And once he was sure he was standing in front of the right one he pulled the door open, seeing her cowered into the corner. Chest heaving, eyes wide with fear, her lush lips slightly parted with shock and surprise. And yet... She didn't scream, she didn't bolt out of the locker smacking him with the door. No, she just sat there and looked up at him with her round eyes, lips slightly parted. Maybe it was a whole other feeling than shock or fear...

Ramming his knife into the back of the locker, leaning towards her, he spoke softly to her "Are you afraid, gorgeous?" His head cocked to the side, he took a deep breath. And how delicious she smelt. Like a mix between air dried laundry and petrichor. It was like a drug. Actually, it came pretty close to the thrill of hooking a survivor and seeing them being taken by the Entity. She shook her head. "Well, you should better fear me darling, for I am death in this cosy enclosure." he whispered in her ear while tracing the blunt edge of his knife along her chin. A satisfying grin crept across his face as he saw Goosebumps rising over her arms and a slight shiver wracking her body. Her breathing became more laboured and the tiniest of whimpers slipped past her lips. Squinting his eyes, he realised something. She was into this. He wasn't sure if it was his knife, the chase or himself. But if he should take a guess, he would say it's the knife. When he was living in Ormond he had a few girlfriends, nothing too serious and rather short lived but one of the flings he had beside his relationships was so into knifes. He sometimes came undone when Frank was touching him all over with just the knife and nicking him here and there. Fond memories, when his girlfriend at the time was nothing but toxic and exploiting him. So, he fled into a fantasy world where the girl didn't exist and his fling was the window to a better and healthier relationship.

But it ended just the way it started abrupt and nasty just like everything else in Frank's life. And since Nathan broke things up between them, Frank went into rampage mode. He kicked Cathy into the wind and started hanging out with Susie, Joey and Julie. And one thing led to another, people ended up dead and the four of them discovered how good they worked together and how addicting the thrill of a kill was and boom they'd became slaves of the Entity for all eternity.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realise that Roux had shaken herself out of her stupor. She tackled him with all her might, left shoulder first, aiming for his solar plexus. But despite being so absent he was quick to catch her. Roux groaned.  But it didn't sound like an annoyed or frustrated groan more like an invitation for more. "My dear, do I sense something dark underneath that pretty little façade of yours? Do you like being touched by my knife? I bet it gets your little panties wet, that you're being manhandled... Does this turn you on, hm, sweetheart? " He boldly asked. He never was a shy one. Not even at the tender age of 16 when he realised that he was interested in both boys and girls. Whatever piqued his interest. Once he got to know somebody properly, he was quick to being bold, cocky but funny as hell. But in general, his demeanour was an arrogant one. He knew his strength; he knew his looks and he knew that the world was giving zero fucks about his life and so he started doing the same. Only people who stuck around for long enough knew that he was a real softy deep down. But he wore his arrogance and competitiveness like a proud mantle of proof that he didn't need anyone. Strength through pain. That was his motto. And he religiously followed it.

"Now, now little kitten… no need to be a scaredy cat and run. Why don't you spend some quality time with silly old Frank? I can be a lot of fun, I promise."

He saw her eyebrows knit in confusion as she took in his words. "B-but Frank is dead. You monster killed him, like that old man!" she accused him. That provoked a soft chuckle from him "Silly girl. I. AM. FRANK. And to be honest… I've been called a lot of names and monster is like a loving pet name. Call me Satan, call me God. I don't give a damn. In fact, I've managed to convince some to call me God. If you know what I mean…" he trailed off, basking in the disbelieve that settled on her face. She pushed his shoulders but it was futile. "You fucking liar! I don't believe you. The Frank I met was a bright and friendly person. Maybe a bit sceptic but who wouldn't be, in a place like this. And he sure as hell wasn't some sadistic asshole." That somewhat caught him off guard. He hadn't been described like that in ages. It felt good but also very foreign. He pulled the mask off his face. He was gonna show her what the word sadistic really meant.

☠☠☠

He lifted his mask and once again, those blue greyish orbs scanned her face. A look so intense that she didn't know where to look. Roux decided that his boots were the safest spot. But then he lifted her chin with his knife, nicking the soft skin at her throat. A breathless gasp of pain slipped past her lips and his eyes became narrow and dark. They were trapped in this moment, like time itself has ceased to exist. Frank tilted his head slowly down to her lips. Getting closer and closer, so that Roux could make out what he smelled like. A mix between iron and leather and the biting chill of a snowy day. And for a moment she really expected him to kiss her. Their lips were almost touching but suddenly Frank gently twisted his head, so his mouth was right beside her ear and whispered "Let me show you what and I quote 'some sadistic asshole' can do to a pretty girl like you." With those words he turned her around, twisted her arm behind her back and pushed her against the closed locker. "Now be a good girl… and run!"

The second she felt that his warm body wasn't pressing into hers anymore, she started to bolt. Her head a scrambled mess from the intensity of his gaze and the feeling of his bulky body dwarfing her own. And for a split second she thought she missed that warmth. Shaking her head, she kept running. With her heart still beating very loudly it was hard for her to concentrate on where she was going. She realised too late that she was upstairs and that she ran straight into a dead end and the thundering of her heart told her, that Frank was closing in on her. The only opportunity to get a nook for hiding, was the patient room to her right. Desperately trying to keep the panic at bay she took some deep breaths to at least calm herself a bit. The dwindling hope of Frank not seeing her in this room was the only thing keeping her sane. She really dreaded what he would do to her once he found her.

When the first bed was flipped over and flung across the room, Roux knew that her gamble was a lost cause and that she would meet her end in a mouldy, run down room, in a weird ass reality, where she wasn't sure that there would be any escape from. Tucking her head between her knees she still hoped for the impossible.

But the harsh pull of her hair and her head being angled backwards told her, her time was finally over. "Silly little girl. Didn't run, just hid from me. Do you know what happens to silly little girls who don't listen?" Frank asked with a drawl in his voice. Roux only shook her head and waited with baited breath what was next to come.

"Well… silly girls get punished. But..." he paused, letting the silence wash over them "if you listen well and do as I say, you'll get a reward. Do you understand?" he quietly asked. Still too stunned to process everything correctly, she remained quiet. In her peripheral vision she saw Frank cocking his head to the side, his mouth twitching dangerously. The next thing she felt was his knife, slowly cutting through her tank top. Through gritted teeth he repeated his question accenting every word with a flick of his wrist. "I. Said. Do. You. Understand?!" and by the last word, her top slipped open, revealing her lace covered breasts. She nodded heavily. That earned her a tutting from Frank. "No pretty girl. Use your words." and with that he pulled her to a stand, his hand still firmly tangled in her hair. She exclaimed in pain and grabbed his wrist hoping to ease some of the pain. Shoving her against the wall, she cried out "YES! Yes, I understand. I'll be a good girl and do as you say!" seemingly satisfied with her answer, he let her hair go and Roux could finally drop her arms, what caused her tethered top to fall to the ground. She slowly turned around and looked at him. A storm was brewing in his eyes as he said to her "Now, I want you to drop those sporty pants of yours." with a dark and raspy voice. The dynamic that developed between the two of them wasn't exactly new for Roux, she had seen movies, read some books handling this topic and if she was being honest with herself, she'd always fantasized about finding somebody whom she could explore this kind of BDSM practice with. She should be weirded out, more so, freaked out by the whole situation. But doing this with a total stranger, a murderer even, in a weird ass realm, didn't seem so bad because she saw the thrill and excitement in it and she was getting wetter by the minute. She absolutely didn't care how she got here in the first place. Not when she was having someone as powerful and demanding as Frank dominating her so exquisitely. It ticked off all her kinks and fetishes and she knew what to do. So, she stepped out of her black spandex pants and dropped to her knees, looking at his feet again, awaiting his orders.

She heard him inhale sharply, almost like a hiss. He made some tutting noise and she saw his feet shuffle around and stepping back into her field of vision. "Oh sweetheart, black lace on both bra and panties… One could think you're the one seducing me." His voice was dripping with anticipation. As if he couldn't wait to peel those last offending items off her body.

☠☠☠

"Stay put. There is only one more thing to do. And then... We finally can play like grown-ups." he fished a matted coin out of his pocket and whispered into his fist what he needed, then he burned the coin.

Roughly half a minute later a rumbling sound was to be heard and Frank knew the Entity had accepted his oblation. He whispered a quiet thank you and rummaged through the large chest. A soft blanket, some candles, a few ropes, a blindfold and assorted whips were inside. He was quite indecisive when it came to blindfolding people, especially subs he had under his tutelage. For the time being he decided against it, rather curious to test her self-control and to see the fear and lust in her eyes. She still sat obediently at the feet of the bed awaiting his commands.

After placing the candles around the room and beside the bed, he laid down the blanket and tied her a noose around the neck. "Be a dear and lay down on the bed for me, will ya?" he saw the tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He expected her to make a snide comment about the shabby state the room was in or how in the world the blanket was so freaking pink. But surprisingly she remained quiet and climbed on the bed, resuming her kneeling position from a moment ago.

"My dear... It seems you are a bit dense right now. I said lay down. Not kneel. Now I have to punish you." he tutted and pulled the noose slightly tighter around her neck. No real pressure was applied but it wasn't loose either.

Roux's lips parted slightly in a breathless gasp. Apprehension was floating around like the proverbial elephant in the room.

She nodded obediently and lay on her back, her hands digging into the plush material of the bright pink blanket. "This feels so nice. How the hell did you get your hands on such a lush thing?" she wondered aloud. His eyebrow quirked up as he reminded her "My dear, that was your third strike... And that means the sadistic asshole is going to show you what pain means. " As he pulled the noose tighter again. This time he saw her actively swallowing against the knot. Her breath was still flowing but much more laboured than before. Deftly he tied her hands and feet to the bed poles.

He tugged at his knots to test their strength and once he was satisfied, he took off his leather jacket and mask, carefully folding it and laid the mask on top the neat pile. The shoes came off second and once he was barefoot, he swung his leg over her hips and straddled her.

☠☠☠

As soon as his crotch met the apex of her thighs, Roux was done for. The heat seeping through his jeans was more than she could bare as she arched her back off the bed. He just sat there meeting her disbelief with satisfied smugness. "Poor girl, has it been that long since a real man touched you?" he asked, not hiding the lust filled gleam in his eyes. "Yes, sir. Please touch me." His voice was dripping with anticipation "Oh I will... Don't worry." he said while he let his knife wander between the valley of her breasts, ever so gently scraping the skin along his way. He took in her dishevelled state. Her hair wild and unruly like the crown of a fallen angel. Frank was sure she didn't even know how enrapturing she looked right now. He bent down to nip at her neck and delightedly discovered that this was one of her ticklish spots. 'I can't wait to see what other spots make you sing like that.' he whispered as he finally cut her bra open and her gorgeous breasts spilled out. Sitting back on his hunches, he admired her body for a moment.

☠☠☠

She felt him shift his weight, seeing how glossy his eyes were as he stared at her bare upper body. Next, her panty was ripped off and she was completely naked and at his mercy. Her strained breathing was making her lightheaded and electrified her at the same time. While she tried to keep her wits, he did the next thing that made her loose a bit more of her sanity.

He took off his jeans, placed it on the pile in the corner and rose to his full height, broad shoulders outlined by the flickering candles and after Roux caught a glimpse of the well-toned thick thighs, disappearing under stretchy material she thought 'fuck me, this man may be a knife wielding lunatic but fuck he has a body I'd love to ravage.' She heard a low chuckle and icy showers ran down her spine. She had spoken her thought out loud. With firm steps, that resembled the prowling of a wild animal circling its prey, he came closer to the bed again but made a detour to get a riding whip. Once more within an arm length to her, he slowly let the whip caress her body.

[pop-punklouis]

your opinion is so on point about the making of the doc! the first half and second feel very disconnected imo and it gave me the impression that they began this project thinking of it as a tour doc and later on decided to expand more (even the child parts fit on that view tbh ☠). and yeah also the camping culture thing... is not... it. i wish they explored more of what being a fan of louis entails and not just privileged people who can drop everything to camp (not even gonna start on the americans who were here in latam like. that was so condescending to me personally as a latam fan).

anyway i love your film masters brain hope. kissy

well i personally think the idea of the documentary at first follows what we saw in the first half of the film. louis has talked about how long this idea has been in his head and how long he’s waited for it to be the right moment to have it come to fruition. i think when he left syco, when he signed to bmg, and when he began touring it started turning into overcoming all the set backs of tour and the slow but steady budding of his solo career. which is fine it fits with the narrative of him finding and taking back his voice, generally!! and you can tell how much the tour means to louis which is so lovely to see. but you see where that shifts in the doc because of the speed run given of his life from 2015-2019 and how much more length is given to 2020-2022. but we also have to take into consideration that charlie didn’t come into the picture until 2019 right? so it’s much easier to utilize footage you took and own than it is hunting around for other footage and the rights to use that footage before you were there. anyways, i think that’s why there’s a separation as the first half is a more observational documentary style while the last half is a mix between a live music/tour experience and expository style.

the talking head fan interviews were pretty shallow. and like i said previously, louis is acutely aware of how complex his fanbase is and how diverse the passion and love is there so them choosing to focus solely on fan passion as it comes to “camping out” because it follows the chronological timeline of the touring section feels like a missed opportunity. i do like when they touched a bit on the fan projects with the lights in latam for kill my mind, but there wasn’t a bigger focus on those things. instead we just have privileged fans sleeping on concrete and practically oozing with the idea that they’re #1 fans because they’re giving up so much to be close to louis or support his tour. which again with how young louis fanbase skews when it comes to the tours, it’s a very impressionable thing for them to see being rewarded idk. (and yeah seeing white US fans being interviewed for the latam dates instead of actual latam fans was so ???? like come on)

anyways yeah! just my onion on a few aspects of the film. i love deconstructing music documentaries as i watch a lot of them and as much as i loved aotv and loved the feeling of it, it did have its moments that made me look like psyduck when he’s extremely confused lol

[lords-of-fortune]

♡ ☠ for tierce and ro

♡ - romantic headcanon

Tierce has a complex relationship with romance lmao. I think a lot of it is a fear of vulnerability and I've also been microwaving the idea of him being somewhere on the aromatic spectrum in my brain. He doesn't really care for a precise label for that part of him bc he does experience *some* romantic attraction (lookin at you Sarian) but it's definitely slow and difficult for him to grasp.

I'm trying to come up with something for Rodaine that you don't know because of how often we talk about him and his romantic relationships sjdjdk. Let's see... I think he's so used to keeping people at a distance that when he lets them close enough to be romantic, he falls *hard*. With Gideon, it took him a while to actually realize those feelings were love because it was a new experience for him, but he was definitely in deep by the time he realized it. With Morrigan, it was pretty alarming to him how fast it developed, but he was also so happy and then so devastated when she left. He's a lot more protective of his heart after that, but he also can't help but go back to one of them depending on which path we're going for because he can't let go of love easily, even on occasions where he wants to.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Tierce finished off Quentin with his fists. The fucker's face was unrecognizable by the time someone finally pulled him off of him. Technically he's not a force mage but I like to imagine he managed a bit of it anyways in that moment to add to the damage he did.

Rodaine is often less angry than he looks, but when he's genuinely mad, it's a cold kind of fury. It's pretty rare for him to get into that mode, and honestly, it usually doesn't result in violence because he gets most angry when he doesn't have control which usually means he doesn't have the option to kill the person he's pissed at. He was like this with Irving post-victory. He knew he didn't really have justification to kill him or even deck him in the face, so he did his best to punch with words.

[akgaereporter]

zeroses: queerosins & hetrosins fighting over twitter survey😕

tldr: a big hao pics account did a rosin survey and posted the results, the sexuality section being a whole 51% straight. queerosins started joking abt it bc its ironic but hetrosins took actual offense and start being homophobic forreal.. mind u these people stan ZHANG HETEROPHOBIC HAO🤕

we used to be a proper country..

so earlier @/haopics posted this fun little thread of rosin demographics, like what gender, job, fav song/album, 2nd bias, etc is popular among rosins. super cute n just a fun interactive thing for the subfandom to have, right?? right….????😓

well no.. dont forget u cant laugh or smile in zeroseville they will jinjja slaughter u😕 the issue started when queerosins started making twts about the sexuality portion of the survey, all of which were clearly unserious..?

there qrts were filled w these, and this was genuinely the worst i could find. no one LITERALLY no one was taking it seriously. like as a straight person if u see this and feel inherently offended then we need to run it back bc this is not any form of oppression..? as long as ur not an akgae, not HOMOPHOBIC, streaming his music and supporting him, trust me no1 actually gaf if ure a hetero rosin its just ironic. these twts shouldnt bother u?? maybe giggle at them a little? “im so sorry you have straight fans” should NOT have u pressed enough to tweet sht like this☠:

whats it finna play.. WOAH🤕 when ur in a dramatic competition and ur opponent is a straight rosin.. “remember you cry on the streets to be respected”????????????? hello?????? discriminaton where exactly???? hao would block n report u all actually bc resorting to casually homophobia in response to satirical tweets made by a minority group is insane.. when u stan this man??

what happened to like idol like fans?? like erm.. yall really sitting here upset over “heterophobia” coming from the fans of the heterophobe founding father himself.. idk maybe sit down and think long and hard abt who u stan🤕 best of luck w that

LMFAOO THIS PERSON GMFU. please.. ples.. stop it… i am criiyng… Hao is my bias he is never gay pls… stop spreading rumours please……im tire of people saying he is home of sexual… he is chinese…..😓

there were were also some people who felt it was a bad idea to have the sexuality section included at all, bc its “no one’s business”:

but it was a public survey..? wdym none of ur business when people obviously offered this information up😭 and "did yall ever see him for his talent" is a crazy thing to say in this context like what are u even talking abt dawg🫤 i guess zeroseville has gotten to a point where even talking abt sexuality has become discourse fuel. this is just so unserious like it shouldnt be a problem to mention and joke abt orientation without someone getting mad. yall speculate about the jebes sexualities constantly, hao in particular actually, and if thats not a touchy subject then why is this?? and why was yall's go to response ACTUAL homophobia like..

but out of everyone i feel so bad for haopics like they just wanted to do a fun thing for their subfandom and look what happened,, that dec survey def aint happening after yall pulled this nonsense😭

bottom line everyone needs to unclench and smile a little (challenge level IMPOSSIBLE for zerosetwt)🤕

[c l o s e t a b ?] ◀ ⇨ akgaepop.com

[fxckin-blackbeard]

"Do you still feel it was a good idea?"

ᒥ☠ᒧ—         He jolts some when the alcohol covered cloth wipes over the wound, Edward hisses out in pain. "Fuck me, careful!" He had a high pain tolerance up until it was time to start taking care of an injury, then he became a mean bastard.

"I've done it at least six times before, man, what's one more? And the look on that guy's face when he stabbed me and I kept going? Fuckin' hilarious--Ouch! I just said be careful, Izzy! Fuck!" The younger man lays his head back on the cot and grinds his teeth together when the cloth goes over the wound again.

A raid like any other, where Edward pulled some lunacy out of his ass in the heat of the battle. He willingly took a blade through the abdomen and then continued to fight with the blade stuck through him. Now the battle was over, and the injury needed to be tended to to avoid infection.

One more swipe over the wound and he reaches out to grasp Izzy's wrist and keep the other man from cleaning his abdominal wound further. Never a good patient, Edward was stubborn and an ass when it came to care for himself. "We got the prize and now people think I'm an undead devil, I'd say thats a fuckin' win, mate. So, yeah, it is a good idea."

[leoxcantus]