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corleonecaretaker · 1 month

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Santino humping Michael's thigh hard, like he's such a bitch for it, he cries when he comes in his pants

(I just like to imagine Santino being a slut all the time... and him humping a thigh has been on my mind for so long, I'm going insane)

Uhh yeah just thought I'd share this thought with you :]

Hehehe, this is so Santino. I love that these two work as any combination of dom and sub. Thank you for the ask!!

Also, for new people: I'm writing these two as if the Corleone family was forced to join the High Table and serve Santino D'Antonio, who is in charge of the Camorra's US operations.

Urgent Business

Michael Corleone x Santino D'Antonio, AKA SaintAngel (John Wick Fandom Crossover), 926 words

TW: smut, biting, crying, what could be interpreted as stalking

It hadn’t been so long since they’d seen each other. But to Santino, it had been an eternity. Two months. Two months of hell in New York, trying to balance Michael’s demands with his family’s expectations, without revealing that he favored the Corleones. Why did he always feel like he was the one working for the Don instead of the other way around? He was wrapped around Michael’s finger, and he had to admit he liked it.

But he couldn’t take the loneliness anymore. A few long distance calls, panting desperately into the receiver to the sounds of Michael’s dirty talk, simply wasn’t enough. In February, he showed up unannounced in Nevada.

Michael entered his study that evening and froze, a hand still on the doorknob. “How did you get past the guards?”

“I had ‘urgent business’ with you. They know better than to refuse a representative from the Table.” Santino was sitting at his desk, wearing a smug grin.

Michael clicked the door shut and frowned. Any trace being caught off guard had already vanished. “Hmmm. And what business would that be, exactly?”

He toyed with Michael’s pen, spinning it between his fingers. “Don’t I deserve a reward, for everything I’ve being doing for you?”

The answer wasn’t immediate. Michael took his time, leaning against the wall to light a cigarette. Santino watched the movement of his lips gripping the paper lazily, the smooth, unhurried motions of the lighter. At last Michael returned his gaze, eyeing him, calculating. “You don’t deserve a reward for breaking into my study.” When Santino opened his mouth to protest, he raised a finger. “Yes, yes, not breaking in. You were allowed right in the door. But it’s the behavior of a sex-starved stalker, wouldn’t you agree?”

Santino flushed and stood up. “Whose fault is that, Mikey? You haven’t visited me,” he whined. Michael made no reply, didn’t even look at him. He just looked out the window at the setting sun.

Fine. Time to get his attention, then. This was the way their little games always went. Santino circled around the desk to drape himself over Michael’s chest, inhaling his smoke and nuzzling against his neck in an effort to distract him. But it was Santino who was getting hot and bothered. “You can’t tell me I’ve come all this way for nothing,” he panted, inches from Michael’s lips.

A small sigh. “This is what happens when you come into my home without permission, Santi. You don’t get to cum in me.”

An indignant whimper escaped his throat. The Don’s body was intoxicatingly close to him now, right within reach yet so far away. Desperate for relief, Santino wove their legs through each other, straddling his thigh. Pleading and promises fell from his lips unbidden. “Please, ah fuck…Michael, I need it. Please, you can’t do this to me. I’ll make it the best you’ve ever had. You can do anything to me. Choke me, bite me, ride me until I bleed, I don’t care. I’ve been sitting here all day, thinking about you…”

Michael chuckled. “You’re really that horny? Well, help yourself then. I’m not going to help you.” He took another drag, feigning disinterest and looking out the window again. But his hand was on the small of Santino’s back, supporting him.

That touch alone was enough to drive him crazy. It was completely undignified, but he didn’t care. He just started grinding against the Don’s thigh, grateful even for that little friction. “Bastard,” he swore breathlessly. “Look what you’ve done to me.” He squeezed his thighs against Michael’s, gripping solid muscle. Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like Michael shifted his knee upward, angling into it.

“Mmm…please, kiss me Mikey. Please.” He strained towards Michael’s lips but two fingers pressed against his own, pushing him back. He growled in frustration and retaliated by taking them into his mouth, sucking on them vigorously. Maybe he could get close like this…but in another moment they were pulled away again, producing another whine.

Santino was getting to be a real mess. Sweat beaded against his collar and tears were forming in his eyes. “Fuck! No…I need to cum so bad…”

“Fine then. Show me how much.”

Santino moaned and humped faster, heedless of the way the fabric burned and strained against his oversensitive cock. The humiliation of the whole thing started to overwhelm him. The agony of those lips so close to his, those blank eyes fixed on Santino’s burning cheeks. And the rhythm that felt so good but so filthy. He realized he really was going to cum in his pants like a dog humping his master’s leg, but he couldn’t seem to stop. His own legs started shaking and he nearly slid sideways but Michael held him in place, letting him rut as hard as he wanted.

Michael must have felt the change in his motions, because he clamped a hand over Santino’s mouth before he could moan too loudly. Santino bit down on the flesh without thinking, but it didn’t stop him from sobbing through his orgasm.

When his senses started to return, he realized he tasted iron.

“Fuck…I bit you…” he said brokenly, still gasping.

But their little game was over, and that gentle, strong hand just caressed his cheeks, wiping away tears. “It’s okay.” Michael guided him to the chair and pulled him into his lap, holding him.

Only then did Santino feel his tiredness. Perhaps Michael had needed him just as badly. “I missed you,” Don Corleone said softly, into his curls. “Thank you for coming.”

#jw godfather crossover #saintangel #michael corleone x santino d'antonio #santino d'antonio #michael corleone #the godfather fanfic #john wick fanfic #wickblr #// smoking

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97keanu · 5 days

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John Wick

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pink3princess · 11 months

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dark john wick hc

cw/tw: jw x reader; stalker behavior, obsession, kidnapping; sensitive topics like this so if it makes you uncomfortable at all please don't read

an: I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

masterlist

before

the silent type

wont come up to you, wont approach you, he just follows you everywhere

bouqets of flowers, expensive chocolates, and jewelry left at your doorstep

i'd imagine that when your not at home (or when ur sleeping) he goes through some of your stuff

theres a box under his bed filled with pictures of you along with little things he's stolen from your home over time

he loves the smell of your perfume, so much so that he found and bought the same scent that you use and smells it all the time;

he'll even spray it on his bed at night (im just realizing how sick in the head i am)

one day he might take you

if you were about to move away or something, he would start panicking, thinking that you were leaving him, and it just wasn’t safe, so now he has to take you

after

he’ll give you time to get used to him, he’s a very patient person

when you finally start warming up to him, he'll buy you gifts here and there (he's causing psychological warfare IN THIS HOUSE)

after being with you for a long time, insists that you wear a wedding ring ( vvv expensive might I add)

i feel like after a while, you would get bored at the house, he would let you do anything you wanted, as long as you didn't leave'

if you wanted to take an online cooking class he would be like :) yay!

I think there’s a sense of altruism to him; he would be over the moon if you could love him back, but even if you don’t he'll still be there

(or he continues to convince himself that you just need some more time)

he has very conflicted feelings about how close he'll allow himself to be near you

sometimes he'll realize he needs to give you your space

and other times he’s just so tired of being alone, he’ll just follow you around the house or cuddle with you in your bed

vvv cuddly

when you finally start warming up to him, he tries so hard not to push your boundaries but what's a touch starved lonely trauma ridden assassin suppose to do

#john wick #john wick x reader #jw x reader #john wick fic #john wick fluff #john wick yandere #stalker john wick #john wick x gn!reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you #dark john wick

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tedsbogusworld · 4 months

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*₊ ° . ☆ JOHN WICK BOTS

The infamous baba yaga.

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He watches over you.

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He hides out in your home.

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You take care of him.

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He asks for your help.

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Telling him your pregnant.

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He returns home late.

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He's your dad's best friend.

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You ask him to teach you self-defence.

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You are his new neighbour.

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Yandere!john wick kidnaps you.

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You find out that he’s an assassin.

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Stalker!john wick.

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He is your best friend’s dad.

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You look after his dog.

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You betray him.

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His enemies have come to kidnap you.

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You are married off to the mob.

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You work at the continental.

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You are winston’s daughter.

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You ask him about his tattoos.

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He’s your bodyguard.

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He’s retired.

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You have a bounty on your head.

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Your husband is officially ready to retire.

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You are assassin partners.

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Sugar daddy!john wick

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Professor!john wick.

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He is freshly divorced.

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You have some explaining to do.

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nickeverdeen · 4 months

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If it's ok, I'd like to make a request for Ellie Williams from TLOU 1 with an adventurous, dreamy and creative fem!reader who's kind of air-headed and socially awkward? Maybe have Reader accompany Joel and Ellie on their journey because she's also immune or smth?

Plus Reader is a theatre kid and loves musicals + voice acting

Thank you in advance!

-🦝

Hey 🦝, thanks for the request and I’m sorry that it’s not longer and it took me so long. I hope it’s okay, love you 💚

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Ellie Williams x platonic!immune!fem!reader

You and Ellie hit it off instantly, bonding over your shared sense of adventure and love for creative pursuits

Despite your differences, Ellie finds your dreamy and creative nature refreshing, and you like Ellie’s bravery and resilience

Your occasional air-headed moments lead to lighthearted and funny situations, which Ellie finds like an opportunity to tease you

You two are definetly socially awkward buddies yet you have a dynamic that balances it like: “you’re talking and I’m paying”

Ellie loses it when you mimic someone else’s voice and make fun of them even though it’s behind their back

She loves it

You guys often go out exploring abandoned buildings, sneaking into restricted areas, running around an empty mall at night

Ellie mostly drags you into this, though and you always get something out of it

The most used excuse you’ll ever hear from her when asking/saying that there can be some Clickers or Stalkers is:

“Why’re you scared? We’re immune”

She uses this 24/7

But when you ain’t messing around you’re also sometimes - mostly at night - having a deep conversations in general knowing you can trust each other

When things get bad you’re there for each other, through it all

Always

Your optimistic outlook on life kidna makes Ellie to see the brighter side of things, even in the midst of chaos

You stay up late into the night, swapping stories and dreams under the starlit sky, glad to have each other

Through thick and thin, you and Ellie stand by each other’s side, no matter what

When your immunity is discovered, Joel reluctantly agree to let you join their journey, knowing that your immunity could be crucial to finding a cure

At first, Joel is skeptical about having you tagging along, but Ellie convinces him that he can trust you

And she kidna scolds him for talking bad about you

Your presence adds a new dynamic to the group like more fun and creativity

You and Ellie often sneak snacks from Joel’s backpack, giggling like stupid kids during it

Your playful banter help lighten the mood during tense moments, providing much-needed comic relief for the group

Mimicing Joel’s voice and making fun of him is pretty much one of the things you do almost every day

While Joel might not be the biggest fan of it from the start Ellie loves it

Your talents go beyond voice acting, showcasing your skills in singing, storytelling, and even puppetry, are often appreciated

You become Joel’s new teasing target, with Joel often poking fun at your air-headed moments, albeit in a lighthearted manner

You have this thing going on between Ellie and Joel where Joel is your main target anf Ellie’s and you both are his

While you guys travel together there are sometimes during the day conversations about personal things

You wanted to make fun of Joel for wanting to live on a farm and be a singer - but you just couldn’t

Despite your air-headed tendencies, Joel and Ellie develop a protective instinct towards you, ensuring your safety and well-being all the time

Although unlike Ellie Joel has it balanced where he’s protective of both you and Ellie

Later when it came to the hospital wanting to make a cure Marlene decided to make a deal with Joel to choose which one of you he’ll be taking home alive

Let’s just say that he didn’t like that and just when they were about to open you this man turned into John Wick

Dad protective instincts kicked in

There’s no way in hell he’s gonna lose both of his “kids”, he can’t let that happen

Taking you and Ellie into Jackson obviously worried Joel, but when it came to lying he was glad that you believed him very easily unlike Ellie who was a bit sceptical

He feels guilty, but he’s glad that he has his “kids” safe abd Ellie is happy to know that her best friend is okay

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hyunbunlix · 1 year

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Affirmation [hitman!Hyunjin]

Characters: Hyunjin, older fem!OC, Jeong In (mentioned), Felix (mentioned), Lee Know (mentioned) Rating: A/O for Adults Only Content Warnings/Tags: pining (m), banter, mentions of previous voyeurism (m), public foreplay/petting (m receiving), semi-public sex, shower sex, raw orgasm(s), doggy style Word Count: 5,330 Summary: After being apart from Blackbox for over a month, Hyunjin is going stir-crazy. He can't get her out of his mind no matter how much she seems to not want him around. When she agrees to meet him in Seoul, he's both surprised and eager. Note: This is part of a larger John Wick AU, which can be found here.

“I know you fucked I.N.”

She snorted, adjusting the phone against her ear. “Now you’re a stalker, too? Pick a struggle, Hwang.”

“I have,” he said, his voice eerily soft even through the phone. “It’s you.”

“Spare me,” she sighed.

“What does he have that I don’t?” he went on.

“A positive rapport, a moral compass, I could go on but I don’t see the point,” she said.

“I kept you alive in that cell,” he said.

“You did,” she said, sharp now. “It cost me dozens of human lives, and even after all that you still didn’t free me. I.N did that.”

“If it hadn’t been for me, no one would have found you,” he said.

“See, this is why I don’t talk to you,” she said. “You never see the point even when it’s right in front of you.”

“But it isn’t right in front of me,” he insisted. “We’re on the phone.”

“You know what I mean, you jackass.”

He whined. She glared at the living room wall and pretended it was him.

“Where are you?” he asked. “I want to see you.”

“If you have to ask then you must be a truly abysmal stalker,” she said.

“I know you were at the Seoul Continental after your escape,” he said. “I don’t know where you went after that.”

“And I’m not going to tell you. Don’t call again unless you actually need something, Hwang,” she said, and promptly hung up on him.

Hyun Jin exercised a remarkable amount of restraint by waiting a month to contact Blackbox again. A long month of shooting people at Lee Know’s command and hoping against hope that he’d run into her somewhere, despite being pretty sure she was in the States while he was still in Korea.

Hell, at this point he would have accepted running into I.N. I.N was connected to her, therefore Hyun Jin could feel closer to her by proxy.

I.N was partially to blame for Hyun Jin’s renewed obsession with her, anyway. Clearly, she had no moral scruples about sleeping with killers if she’d been just fine with fucking the Gumiho himself.

Hyun Jin needed to sleep with her.

He told himself that was all it was. Not that he missed being around her like when she’d been pretending to serve under Lee Know. Not that he was grateful to her for helping him get revenge on Yong Bok. Not even that she had sacrificed half of her contacts to quench his bloodthirst, a tithe to convince him to keep her alive once she’d been found to not be quite as loyal as everyone thought.

No, he told himself, it wasn’t about any of that. He told himself it was just because he really needed to fill her with his cum.

Losing half her might hadn’t affected her linchpin status. Blackbox had the Gumiho as her lapdog now; nobody was getting close to her without going through him, and very few people dared to even try. I.N had risen to prominence as a teenager and only gotten deadlier with every year that passed.

Hyun Jin was almost desperate enough to mess with him, but he got the feeling if he so much as ruffled I.N’s hair wrong Blackbox would never speak to him again, on the phone or otherwise.

So after a long month of jerking off to the worst things he could think of involving him, her, and sometimes even I.N, he called her again.

“What?” she said, not bothering to greet him properly. At least she was courteous enough to speak Korean. He pouted and wished she could see it.

“Ouch,” he said. “You didn’t miss me at all?”

“Of course I didn’t,” she said. Hyun Jin clutched at his shirt like she’d wounded him grievously.

“After all we’ve been through together,” he said theatrically. “It’s like you don’t even care about me.”

“That’s because I don’t,” she said. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re a business contact. I don’t spare thoughts for you in my personal time.”

All right, that one did sting a little.

“Yet here I am thinking about you every single day,” he said.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” she said.

“Quite,” he agreed tersely. “Is he there with you right now?”

“Who?”

“The Gumiho.”

“No,” she said. “Why? Think you’ll finish the job while he’s out?”

“I don’t even know where you are,” he said honestly. “I’m surprised he’d leave you alone, though, after the ordeal. Both the threat to your life part and the fucking his brains out part.”

“I don’t require an around-the-clock watch,” she said, ignoring the crass half of his statement. Hyun Jin shrugged even though she couldn’t see it.

“You never know when you’ll find yourself in trouble,” he said.

“Are you threatening me?”

That stung a little more.

“I had plenty of chances to kill you and I didn’t,” he pointed out.

“Answer the question, Hwang,” she said, impatient.

“Hyun Jin,” he snapped back.

“What?” she asked, sounding as taken aback as he felt. He shouldn’t have said that. His name was one of his best-guarded secrets. He and the Gumiho were a lot alike in that way.

“My given name,” he said, feeling suddenly soft, exposed. “Please use it instead.”

“Are you threatening me, Hyun Jin?” she asked, though the fight had gone out of her voice.

“No,” he answered, truthful. “No, I’m not threatening you. I miss you so much and I’m starting to think that the only way I’m going to see you is if you’re in trouble so bad that you need me again and finally fucking call me.”

She made no reply to that. Probably too stunned to speak. So he went on.

“But I don’t want that, either. I don’t want you to be in danger again. I don’t want you to need me like that. I don’t think I want you to need me at all. I want you to want me. I want you to want to see me.”

Another couple beats of silence. Hyun Jin was gripping his phone too tightly.

Finally, she said, “You’re asking a lot.”

Hyun Jin ran his free hand through his hair and let his head fall back against the wall behind him with a thunk.

“I know,” he said, trying not to sound as miserable as he felt.

“What time zone are you in right now?” she asked, catching him off-guard.

“KST,” he answered. “Why?”

“Are you booked out these next several days?”

Hyun Jin felt suddenly lightheaded. He wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.

“No,” he said, answering the question as he’d processed it. “No, my time is mine these next few days.”

“I’ll meet you at the Seoul Continental in three days,” she said in a voice that brokered no argument. Hyun Jin’s spine straightened automatically.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

She hung up on him. Hyun Jin pulled his phone away from his ear and stared at it like he’d never seen it before.

Hyun Jin spent the next two days grappling with the possibility that this was a set-up and Blackbox was sending the Gumiho to kill him. I.N was smart enough not to break the rules by committing a crime on Continental grounds, but that wouldn’t stop him from camping out across the street and waiting to dome Hyun Jin when he finally came outside.

Hell, even if Blackbox did show up, was she above using this as an elaborate scheme to lure Hyun Jin into a false sense of security? Was Hyun Jin really stupid enough to walk right into a potential trap like this?

Whether or not stupid was the correct word for it, on the afternoon of the third day, he checked into the Seoul Continental and texted her his room number.

Then he waited.

An hour later, she texted him back.

You’re not going to make me pay for my own room after coming all this way, are you?

He raised an eyebrow and quickly typed back.

You won’t have to pay for shit if you just share with me.

Not ten seconds later, someone knocked on his door. He quickly got up to open it. There she was, suitcase in tow.

“Was that supposed to be some kind of test?” he asked as he stood aside to let her in.

“I wanted to see if you were gentleman,” she said. She surveyed the room, her eyes glancing over the one king-sized bed. “I’m unsurprised to find the answer is no.”

“There aren’t a lot of gentlemen in this business,” Hyun Jin said, keeping his voice nonchalant as he locked and bolted the door. She couldn’t know about what he'd done with her security footage . . . Could she? “And besides, you came here so I could see you. How am I supposed to do that if you’re in another room?”

“They offer rooms with two beds,” she muttered as she propped her suitcase on a stand and opened it. He watched while she unpacked a few things.

“How long are you planning to stay?” he asked.

“If I find I can’t stand you, just tonight. If I can? Then I’m not sure,” she said.

“I’d better be on my best behavior, then,” he muttered.

“I’m afraid it’s a little late for that,” she said, tugging a swimsuit out of her suitcase. Hyun Jin eyed her warily. Did she know? “I saw the pool on the way in. It makes New York’s look like a bathtub. I’m going down and you’re welcome to come.”

Before Hyun Jin could even give his assent, she pulled her shirt and bra over her head in one motion. He gaped at her. She slipped out of her pants and underwear just as quickly. Then she wiggled into her swimsuit as though nothing strange had happened, as though she hadn’t just given Hyun Jin a great view of her bare tits and ass, a view that had only existed in his imagination up until now.

She tossed him a withering look. “I thought we established you aren’t a gentleman. Are you coming or not?”

She had to know. How had she found out? It was true that Blackbox seemed to know everything about everyone, but how had she found that out? He shook himself mentally and went to his own suitcase. “Yeah,” he grunted. He then promptly shut himself in the bathroom to figure out the best way to hide a boner in swimwear.

The pool was enormous. It looked like two long pools built to intersect, large enough to have an island at the center. One could access the island either by swimming to it and climbing a set of stairs or by crossing a bridge over the water. A member of the concierge provided them towels as they entered the pool area, and Hyun Jin followed her lead while she chose lounge chairs to leave their things at. She slipped out of her strapless cover-up, and Hyun Jin tugged his shirt over his head, dropping it on a chair.

Now that he was no longer rattled, he was able to do a quick assessment of her body. The cuts and bruises she’d been dealt from her time as Lee Know’s prisoner had healed nicely, several of them joining a collection of older scars. Hyun Jin had quite a few of his own. It wasn’t really something you could escape in their line of work.

She paused to put her hair into a high ponytail. Hyun Jin opted to leave his hair, almost shoulder length, loose. She crossed to the pool, descending the marble steps into the water. Hyun Jin trailed a few paces behind, surveying the others in the area. There weren’t too many people using the pool relative to its size.

As stupid as it was, Hyun Jin felt abruptly protective of her. The odds of anything bad happening to her on Continental grounds were almost zero, which was probably why she’d chosen to meet here in the first place. Still, he couldn’t help the way his eyes slid across the other patrons, ensuring none of them were sizing her up or making note of her for a later date.

She swam away from him, looking legitimately relaxed and happy to be in the water. So many people in this life, especially as they got older, let the mask be the default. Hyun Jin himself was only in his early twenties, and she had years on him, had been doing this shit even longer. It was nice to see humanity slip in, if only for a moment.

Hyun Jin floated at his leisure, aware of her whereabouts without interrupting her while she paddled and dived down to swim along the bottom of the pool. He was suddenly terrified of annoying her, of breaking her peace.

After maybe twenty minutes in the pool, Hyun Jin’s spine went straight thanks to a familiar voice. As discreetly as he could, he swam around to the other side of the island to get a better look. The owner of the voice met his eyes, and Hyun Jin did everything in his power to pretend it hadn’t happened.

It was a former partner of his from a couple years ago, heiress to an underground empire. Her father had disapproved of Hyun Jin thanks to his erratic personality and reputation. It had not ended well.

He turned to swim back the way he’d come, making it just around the corner of the island when he literally ran into the person he actually wanted to see. She gave him an inquisitive look.

“What’s got you spooked?” she asked, her hands on his arms as though to stabilize him. Hyun Jin wasn’t often aware of the age gap between them, but right then he was extremely conscious of it. He wanted to press closer, as though seeking her protection or comfort, but he narrowly refrained.

“Old entanglement,” he said honestly. “I don’t want her to talk to me.”

She took a peek over his shoulder, then met Hyun Jin’s eyes again. “White bikini?” she asked for clarification.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Do you trust me to handle this?” she asked next.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation.

A switch flipped then, and she backed him against the marble tiles of the island wall, her hands coming to rest on either side of his body, boxing him in. She was close enough for him to feel the warmth of her body, but not so close that they physically touched.

“I don’t want you talking with her today,” she said, her voice sweet, almost pouting. He noticed the way her head was angled. It would be easy for anyone looking over his left shoulder to read her lips.

“Why?” Hyun Jin asked, more than happy to play along.

“Because you’re with me right now,” she said, her right hand rising out of the water to rest on his chest. “I don’t want her to think she has a chance with you. Not as a quick fuck or anything else.”

“She has no chance with me, today or any other day,” Hyun Jin said, frowning now. “What’s past is past. She’s the one who threw me away.”

“Are you bitter, Hwang?” she asked softly. Hyun Jin caught the purposeful omission of his given name. A secret kept between them.

“A little,” he said. Her eyes sharpened on him.

“Why?” she asked. “You should know I can be enough for you.”

“Of course I know that,” he breathed. Was she still acting? Because Hyun Jin sure as shit wasn’t. “I’m obsessed with you. I have been for months.”

“I know, baby,” she said. The petname went right to his cock, which was hardening down the right leg of his swim shorts. “I know you would do anything for me.”

He nodded as she moved closer to him. Her left arm went around his shoulders while her right hand carded through his wet hair. Her body lined up with his, and there was no chance in hell she missed his erection.

“I know all I’d have to do is call and you’d come running,” she said, her voice dipping lower. She was so close to him that no one could have known what she said other than him. Her right hand touched his cheek while her left trailed through the water and down his body, stopping to palm directly at his hard cock.

He sighed raggedly.

“You’d drop everything and fly halfway around the world . . . Whether I needed you to kill a man or stuff my cunt . . .”

As she talked she continued to rub his cock. His breathing was labored now, his body tense as he warred with how good it felt for her to touch him, and how depraved he must have been to be this close to getting off in public, right in front of an ex, no less.

“If you don’t stop, you’re going to make me come,” he admitted hoarsely. She raised her brows at him, her lips curving into a fiendish smile.

“Really? Right here? You really would do anything for me.”

He swallowed hard. “It would be humiliating.”

“Oh, Hwang . . . You’ve done much worse things than orgasm in public . . .”

That was enough. Before he could well and truly climax in the middle of the pool, he grabbed her arm and hauled her to the showers. He only just managed to get the water on and the curtain pulled closed when she was on him, kissing him like he’d starved her to death, pushing him back against the cold tile, as though she had been the one tormented instead of the other way around. His dick throbbed, and she must have felt it because she fumbled to get his swim shorts off without pulling away from their kiss.

He pulled them down for her while she forced her tongue into his mouth, his tongue just as eager, spit and water dripping down their chins. He groaned in relief when his cock sprang free, achingly hard.

She pulled away from their kiss to look at it, to wrap her hand around it, entranced by the way his girth fit in her grip.

“You’re going to feel so fucking good inside me,” she sighed. Hyun Jin’s attention snapped from her hand to her face.

“You’re going to let me fuck you?” he asked, unsure if he’d heard right. He’d frankly been expecting a handjob at best.

“Please,” she said. “You of all people should know how badly I’ve wanted you for months.” He huffed a short laugh, incredulous.

“Fuck,” he hissed, leaning his head back against the tile. “You know about what I did, don’t you?”

“You mean the way you watched my security footage and liked it so much that you kept a fucking copy? Yes, Hwang, I know what you did,” she said. He grinned in disbelief. Then he switched places with her and got to his knees.

“I get the feeling I should beg for forgiveness,” he said, gazing up at her. She chuckled.

“I think that’s a very good idea,” she answered, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes.

He tugged her bikini bottom off and pushed her back against the wall, out of the spray of the water so he could keep all her wetness for himself. He delved his tongue between her folds, long, deep licks that quickly had her sighing and moaning.

“I’m not immune to you, Hwang,” she said. “You’re fucking gorgeous and seeing you in the pool like that made me so wet.”

“Like what?” he asked, moving one of her thighs to rest on his shoulder and putting his mouth back to work teasing her clit. She shuddered.

“At my mercy,” she sighed. He hummed, desire shooting straight to his straining cock, pre-cum drooling from the tip. While he sucked on her clit, he eased two fingers inside her, unable to start slow. She was already so open for him, so ready to be filled. He wanted to stuff his cock inside her right then, a quick, dirty fuck, but he was already so close that if he did it now, he would be the only one that came.

Hwang Hyun Jin was a lot of terrible things, but selfish lover was not one of them.

So he fucked her with his fingers first, stroking her clit with his tongue while he listened to her moans, memorizing what made her flinch and writhe so he could do it again and again. Finally, he found the perfect pressure with his tongue and the perfect speed and angle with his fingers, and she fell apart for him, her nails biting into his shoulder while her body shook and her pussy fluttered.

He didn’t hesitate after that. He stood, ripping the bikini top with its flimsy ties off her body. He lifted her by the thighs, pressing her back against the wall as he fucked into her in one smooth, sound stroke. She gasped a moan, her nails digging into his back, and he hissed, pressing as deeply inside her as he could. Her cunt was still pulsing with her orgasm, and it felt so fucking good around his cock.

“That’s it,” he moaned. “That’s right. So fucking greedy for me.”

She nodded, her wet ponytail bobbing. “Want you to fuck me,” she moaned. “Want you to fill up my fucking cunt.”

Hyun Jin bared his teeth in a wild grin, pulling back nearly to the tip. “I will,” he breathed.

When Hyun Jin fucked back into her, she whined along with every smooth, hard inch. His length filled her so deeply, his thickness stretching her pussy just right, lighting every nerve on fire. When she’d felt him in the pool, she’d known he would be big, but nothing quite prepared her for having him inside her.

Despite what she’d thought would happen, despite how eager he was, he took his time to play with her now, long, slow strokes of his cock, all the way in and all the way out, forcing her to memorize every bit of his shape and size. His muscle control was impeccable. Her body was already buzzing from pleasure; he felt so good but she needed more.

She kissed along his neck, showing her teeth here and there. He groaned, his cock twitching inside her, but he didn’t speed up the pace. She dragged her tongue up the side of his neck and he shuddered, driving himself inside her in a swift, hard stroke, lingering there while another greedy pulse went down the length of him. His control, fraying.

“Please, Hyun Jin,” she murmured against the shell of his ear, little more than a whisper, leaving no chance that someone might overhear his name. He froze. “I need this.” He shivered, a soft groan escaping his perfect, plush lips. “I’ve needed it for months, ever since I touched myself in that fucking confinement cell to thoughts of you, sweaty and dripping, all over me.”

“Fuck,” he choked out, and obeyed, his hands tight enough on her thighs to bruise as he snapped into a sharp, harsh rhythm, keeping her tight against the wall as he craned his neck to kiss her, a sloppy affair that quickly became little more than tongues stroking while they moaned into each other's mouths.

“Yes, Hwang,” she gasped out. “That’s it, fuck, yes. Gonna make me come again.”

“Good,” he grunted, a sound that quickly tapered into a whine as she scored her nails down his back. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

“Then don’t last,” she goaded. “Fill me up with your cum like we both want so badly.”

“Fuck, noona,” he groaned.

“Harder, Hwang.”

He did as commanded, and like she said she would, she came on his cock, her cunt fluttering euphorically over something so big. She didn’t bother trying to control the volume of her moans, alerting everyone in the showers that there were indeed degenerates in their midst. After three more hard thrusts, Hyun Jin fell apart, filling her with hot spurts of cum. With the exception of one more shuddering thrust, he didn’t even bother to fuck her through it, choosing instead to press as close to her as he could, body to body, cock buried, panting moans against her ear.

“So fucking good, Hyun Jin,” she breathed in his ear once he’d finished emptying his mess inside her, his bruising grip letting up. He put her feet back on the floor and slid his cock out of her, still half-hard after all that. He was staring at her, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, his tongue shifting behind his teeth. She couldn’t help it; he looked so good, fucked out and dripping wet, that she reached for the back of his neck, fitting her mouth to his all over again. His arms caged her against the wall instantly, pressing their naked bodies close.

When they finally parted, he asked, “You’re staying more than one night, right?”

She laughed, nodding. “Yeah. Seems it’ll be worth my while.”

After rinsing off the mess, they collected their things from the pool area and went back up to their room to wash the chlorine from their hair. Despite his insistence that they could totally shower together, she told him to go first and took hers after.

Good thing, too, because once she got out of the shower Hyun Jin barely let her dry off before putting her face down, ass up on the bed and fucking her again. She came even harder than before, her core still sore from the first round. From the sound of him, he came just as hard this time, and the mess wasn’t diminished in volume.

She rolled over on the bedspread and just stared at him while he pushed the hair out of his face, his eyes locked on her pussy where his cum had started to leak out. His muscles were still tight from the exertion of fucking her twice, his plush lips parted while he panted. If one could get past the crazy and the killing, he was a perfect specimen.

He licked his lips and pressed them together, meeting her gaze as he seemed to come back to himself. Then he stretched to grab the tissue box on the nightstand, his lean, strong body on full display. She groaned, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes.

“What?” he asked as he started to clean the mess from between her legs, careful not to use too much pressure. She could hear the smile in his voice.

“You’re gorgeous and I’m going to be so fucking sore when this trip is over,” she moaned, dropping her hands to look at him. He was focused intensely on his task.

“I would apologize, but I’m not even a little sorry,” he said. She huffed a short laugh in response.

“Me neither,” she agreed. He dropped the tissues in the trash, then came to lounge next to her in the bed. He looked pensive, almost hesitant.

“What is it?” she asked, rolling onto her side to face him.

He was quiet for a moment, then met her eyes again. “You have to tell I.N. I refuse to be the other man.”

“He already knows,” she said. “He knew before I left where I was going and why, and I updated him while you were in the shower. As long as you don’t hurt me, and as long as I don’t replace him, he doesn’t care.”

Hyun Jin sighed with relief. “Thanks. I never want to be in that situation again,” he said. She propped herself up on an elbow.

“You’ll murder forty-seven people in front of me, but you draw the line at infidelity?” she asked, a little incredulous but not unkind.

“I’ve never been killed before, so I guess I’m able to mentally distance myself from that one,” he said by way of explanation.

“You’ve been cheated on?” she asked. He nodded.

“You’d be surprised how often it happens. They either think I’m too busy to notice, or too deranged to care. Neither is true.”

“What about the woman at the pool? Did she . . . ?”

“Yeah. Her father disapproved of me and rather than cutting me loose she just . . . let me be a side piece. Except I didn’t know I was the side piece,” he said. He made a disgusted sound. “And when I did find out, I killed the other guy. It was the wrong call. I should have killed her, but at least I know better now.”

“You kill your exes?” she asked.

“Only the ones that betray me,” he said.

“I’ll try to stay on your good side,” she said.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” he said. “You’ve been honest with both me and I.N, and I’m sure it’s obvious by now that I trust you. And my trust is very difficult to earn these days.”

“I gathered,” she said softly, thinking of the way his name felt on her tongue.

“I want to meet him,” Hyun Jin said then. “I.N. I want to make sure we all know what’s happening.”

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I can arrange that.”

“Gotta make sure your scary guard dogs can get along,” he muttered. She chuckled, a lopsided grin on her face.

“My what?”

“Scary guard dogs. I figure you need at least two to make up for all the allies you lost,” he said.

“The ones you killed, you mean,” she clarified. He waved his hand dismissively.

“Whatever. Lee Know would have done it if I hadn’t, but if Lee Know had, you wouldn’t have gotten anything out of the deal. He’s not as nice as me,” he said.

“Low bar,” she said. He pouted.

“I’ve been very nice to you,” he said.

She hummed thoughtfully and reached to run her index finger along his soft length. His eyes snapped to her hand.

“I certainly hope you’re not as nice to everyone as you are to me . . .”

“Point made,” he said, his voice a little strained again. There was no way he could go again so soon, and by the look on his face, he wasn’t very happy with his body thwarting him like that. She pulled her hand away from his cock, not wanting to torment him further. Instead, she leaned forward to kiss him, which he accepted gratefully.

“I’m happy I came to see you,” she said softly, her eyes still closed. He kissed her again, his full lips slow and tender on hers.

“So am I,” he said, then gathered her in his arms and lay back down, skin to naked skin.

“You’re so warm,” she murmured, relaxing against him, her head on his chest. “I could sleep like this.”

“We should do that tonight, assuming your sleep cycle isn’t too fucked up,” he said, his voice just as quiet, a vibration against her cheek. She nodded.

“I’d like that.”

Hyun Jin shifted, cradling her just that little bit closer. “Does I.N know your real name?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” she said. He’d known it for years, and even when he’d been angry with her, he’d never given it away.

“Will you tell me, too?” Hyun Jin asked now, timid, like he feared her rejection.

“In the morning,” she said.

“Promise?” he asked next. She moved just enough so she could look him in the face. She’d never seen him look at her quite like that before, his expression gentle and open and a little afraid. She put her hand on his cheek.

“I promise,” she said solemnly, and it smoothed the worry from his features. He closed his eyes, and she laid her head over his heart again.

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“Playlists of my unhealthy obsessions/Simping”

These men have caused such a brain rot- that like they are my whole personality. I made a little playlist of songs for them

Dave/William Afton (🧍‍♂️ I have problems)

Jocelyn Flores - XXXTENTACION

Can You Feel My Heart - Bring Me the Horizon

Yandere - Jazmin Bean

Sex, Drugs, Etc. - Beach Weather

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Perverted - Elita

The Neden Game - ICP

Stalker’s Tango - Autoheart

Say My Name - Alex Brightman

Imma Kill You - ICP

Blow My Brains Out - Tikkle Me

CHOKE - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Ryn, Rabinit Run - Flanagan and Allen

Boogie Woogie Wu - ICP

Donnie

Dirty Harry - Gorillaz

Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino

Hell of a Ride - Bo Burnham

Family Jewels - Marina and the Diamonds

I’m still standing - Elton John

Puppet Boy - DEVO

Afraid - The Neighborhood

Reflections - The Neighborhood

Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys

One day - Lovejoy

The Ending - Hobo Johnson

Trouble - Hazel Bloom

Teen Romance - Lil Peep

Alien Blues - Vundabar

Team - Mag.Lo

Bad - Michael Jackson

Orphan Tears - Your Favorite Martian

Draxum

Problems - Mother Mother

Zydrate Anatomy - Paris Hilton

Toxic - Britney Spears

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

W.D.Y.W.F.M? - The Neighborhood

Trom Cat - Tyler, the Creator

E.T. - Katy Perry, Kanye West

Molly - MSI

Enemy - Imagine Dragons, JID

Never Satisfied - CORPSE

Desire - Meg Myers

Venom - Little Simz

Daddy AF - Slayyter (don’t ask)

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Such A Whore - JVLA

Six Forty Seven - Instupendo

Silco

Daddy issues - The Neighborhood

Genius- Sia, Diplo, Labrinth, LSD

Same Old Love - Selena Gomez

Guys My Age - HEY VIOLET

Life of the Party - The Weeknd

High Enough - K.Flay

Government Hooker - Lady Gaga

Why don’t U - Father, ABRA

New Americana - Halsey

Do You Even? - Jorge Aguilar II

Sugar Daddy - Qveen Herby

Royals - Lorde

I Feel Like I’m Drowning - Two Feet

New Person, Same Mistakes - Tame Impala

Cold - Maroon 5

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Fantasy - Bazzi

Raph (my sweet baby boy 😭)

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

Somebody To Love - Queen

Careless Whispers - George Michaels

Her - Tyler, The Creator

Are We Still Friends? - Tyler, The Creator

Trumpets - Jason Derulo

Hold On, We’re Going Home - Drake

Rodeo - Lil Nas X

Ms. Jackson - Outkast

EARFQUAKE - Tyler, The Creator

Mine - Bazzi

Die for You - The Weeknd

Love on the Brain - Rihana

Crazy In Love - Beyoncé, JAY-Z

Lucifer

Gooey - Glass Animals

Love Me Dead - Ludo

The Distance - CAKE

Like A Stone - Audioslave

Luxurious- Gwen Stafani

Applause - Lady Gaga

Please Me - Cardi B, Bruno Mars

Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

Alejandro - Lady Gaga

Love Is a Bitch - Two Feet

Aint no Rest for The Wicked - Cage the Elephant

Animal - Sir Chloe

Mr. Saxobeat - Alexandra Stan

Judas - Lady Gaga

Livin La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin

White Flag - Bishop Briggs

River - Bishop Briggs

Blurred Lines - Robin Thicke

Sway - Michael Bublé

Juicy

Monster Energy Gun - KevinKempt

Chop Chop Slide - ICP

Get Low - Lil Jon

Crazy - Gnarls Barkley

Star Shopping - Lil Peep

Never There - CAKE

Shake That - Eminem, Nate Dogg

Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead

Revenge - XXXTENTACION

POLTERGEIST! - CORPSE

My Mom - Eminem

Asshole - hooligan chase

Under the Influence - Eminem, D12

Shots - LMFAO

Him and I - G-Eazy, Halsey

The Hills - The Weeknd

my boy - Billie Eilish

Leo

Ain’t Shit - Dojo Cat

Feel Like God - Gazy

Nightmare - Halsey

Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Mujeriego - Ryan Castro

Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics, Annie Lennox

Let’s Groove - Earth, Wind, and Fire

Pizzazz - Akintoye

Slumber Party - Ashnikko

INDUSTRY BABY - Lil Nas X

Milkshake - BBY KODIE

Bad - Michael Jackson

Pony - Ginuwine

Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco

Blah Blah Blah - The Oozes

Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

Joker (Joaquin & Heath’s) (don’t ask- please dont)

Purple Lamborghini- Skrillex, Rick Ross

Fame - David Bowie

Wolf is Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off

To Catch a Predator- ICP

Back in Black - AC/DC

Tentative - System of a Down

Rainbows and Stuff - ICP

Hokus Pokus - ICP

Murder Go Round - ICP

The Juggla - ICP

HAHA - Lil Darkie

Broken - Lund

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

Criminal - Britney Spears

Cradles - Sub Urban

Loki

Mind Games - Sickick

I’m A Slave 4 U - Britney Spears

Who is She? - I Monster

A Pearl - Mitski

Cigarettes Out the Window - TV Girl

Redbone - Childish Gambino

All for Us - Labrinth, Zendaya

Sucker For Pain - Lil Wayne, Imagine Dragons

My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At the Disco

Partition - Beyoncé

Suit and Tie - Justing Timberlake

Jealous - Eyedress

Yellow - Coldplay

My Oh My - Camila Cabello

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SNOWBEAST (1977) – Episode 220 – Decades of Horror 1970s

“I quit being a skier in 1968 because the other skiers were mavericks!” Well, isn’t that special? Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Bill Mulligan, Chad Hunt, and Jeff Mohr – as they check out some cryptid horror from the television screens of the 1970s with Snowbeast (1977)!

Decades of Horror 1970s Episode 220 – Snowbeast (1977)

Join the Crew on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel! Subscribe today! And click the alert to get notified of new content! https://youtube.com/gruesomemagazine

Decades of Horror 1970s is partnering with the WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL (https://wickedhorrortv.com/) which now includes video episodes of the podcast and is available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, and its online website across all OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop.

Synopsis: A Colorado ski resort is besieged by a sub-human beast that commits brutal murders on the slopes.

Directed by: Herb Wallerstein

Written by: Joseph Stefano

Selected Cast:

Bo Svenson as Gar Seberg

Yvette Mimieux as Ellen Seberg

Robert Logan as Tony Rill

Clint Walker as Sheriff Paraday

Sylvia Sidney as Carrie Rill

Thomas Babson as Buster (as Thomas W. Babson)

Jacquie Botts as Betty Jo

Kathy Christopher as Jennifer

Jamie Jamison as John Cochran

Richard Jamison as Ben Cochran

Liz Jury as Mrs. Blodgett

Richard Jury as Charlie Braintree (as Ric Jury)

Rob McClung as Deputy #2

Annie McEnroe as Heidi (as Anne McEncroe)

Victor Raider-Wexler as Deputy Holt

Prentiss Rowe as Billy – Bell Captain

Michael J. London as The Snowbeast

Daniel Mandehr as Ski Instructor (uncredited)

Brett Palmer as John (uncredited)

Remember those great made-for-TV horror movies from the 1970s? You know the ones. They had familiar stars, and some were very, very good films like The Night Stalker (1974) and Salem’s Lot (1979). In this episode, the 70s Grue Crew returns to that well with Snowbeast (1977). Familiar stars? Bo Svenson, Yvette Mimieux, Robert Logan, Clint Walker, and Sylvia Sidney. Check. A very, very good film? Not so much. According to Bill, Snowbeast should be known as No Beast for its skimpy reveal of the title character. But there is that beautiful skiing footage. Oh well. Someone out there loves Snowbeast. Now, if we could just find them.

At the time of this writing, Snowbeast (1977 is available to stream from Amazon Prime, Tubi, Crackle, Plex, and Freevee.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the next episode, chosen by Bill, will be Colussus: The Forbin Project (1970), a science fiction thriller about a computer takeover. Wait. Is it science fiction if it’s already happening?

We want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: comment on the site or email the Decades of Horror 1970s podcast hosts at [email protected].

Check out this episode!

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Kolchak Report:The Night Strangler 1973

So following up on the Night Stalker ,we got this second Kolchak TV movie

After the events of Night Stalker ,Tony Vicenzo (SImon Oakland ) has a new job in Seattle as the editor of a paper,and hires Kolchak (Darran McGavin ) who also happens to be in Seattle ,who has been unable to sell his vampire story,when a series of murders begins,and the murderer is described as super strong and looking like a living corpse ,looks like Kolchak has stumbled upon another weird case

SO this really sets in stone the formula it seems,Kolchak stumbles upon a case that is linked with the odd or supernatural,and only he can stop it cause no one belives him

The tone is a bit more comedic ,with a cast of colorful characters,and Kolchak himself is more over the top,doing some very odd things and not expecting ovbvious reprecussions for them(Like defacing a painting or throwing stuff at Vincenzo )

WE also have a rather large cast of noteworthy character actors :Wally Cox AKA Underdog as Kolchaks sidekick researcher ,The legendary John Carridine as the antagonistic head of the newspaper ,Al Lewis AKA GRampa Munster as a homeless man and a fun one scene role by Margaret Hamilton AKA The Wicked Witch of the West as a anthropology professor

Our villain is Richard Anderson (Who is most famous for being in the Six Million Dollar Man franchise ,but I know him for being in an arc of Zorro ) and while I wont say much about him as part of the fun is the mystery of his backstory ,and I think he is a good contrasting villain to Barry Atwatrers vampire character from the first movie ,where that villain was a feral monster,what makes Andersons character creepy is he is a refined gentleman with a hint of unhingedness

This one is fun,not as good as Night Stalker ,but the villain and colorful cast,as well as of course the performances of McGavin and Oakland

@ariel-seagull-wings @the-blue-fairie @makingboneboy @filmcityworld1 @themousefromfantasyland @marquisedemasque @princesssarisa @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @amalthea9 @angelixgutz

#kolchak report

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John Wick x F!Reader: The Lurking Wolf

summary: stalker!JW finds you oh so fascinating. kind of a mesh of headcanons/one shot.

warnings: stalking, p in v descriptions, implied (potentially) noncon, male masterbation, unsolicited photography, murder fantasy, physical assault, mugging, general violence, cursing, bondage references, female reader (no use of y/n).

not proofread! uploading this at 12:15 am, so I’m def half asleep. pls enjoy.

the first time he saw you, it was a complete mistake. you were both at the New York City Trader Joe’s, which in itself is one of the busiest buildings in the damn neighborhood.

you’re walking out of the checkout line, reusable bag in hand full of wine and nice cheese for your friend’s dinner party that evening.

crash! a huge body slams into you, as the bigger person was in a rush, you drop your bag, and on instinct a pair of arms catch it for you before it hits the laminate floor.

his forearms are toned and tan, with his veins swelling under his muscular flesh. you even notice a pattern of multicolored bruises scattered on his brawny limbs. large hands grip the bottom of the bag, and a soft grunt escapes his lips from above you.

the scent of a car shop, aftershave, and few other things enter your nose while this is going on. it must be what this man smells like.

“oh, I’m sorry!” you apologize. you don’t know why you apologize, it’s certainly not your fault, it’s actually his, he was in a rush and wasn’t looking out for you. maybe it’s your anxiety spiking because you avoid confrontation, and John spots this out instantaneously.

your head tilts up to look at the accident prone man. unbeknownst to you, he’s the world’s most lethal weapon. of course you don’t know that, you just get lost in his deep brown eyes for a few seconds before laughing and flashing an awkward smile.

but John can’t keep his eyes off of you. he scanned your entire being, your figure, your pretty face. he snaps out of it when you apologize to him.

“no, it’s my fault. sorry about that.” his grumbly voice says to you while he hands you the tote bag. he clears his throat, and you take your bag back. you give him that nervous pressed lip smile that you give everyone, nod your head before you turn to leave the building.

you’ve made it a few blocks but you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. your cute little head has even whipped around your peripheral view a few times just to be sure.

you shrug the feeling off as your anxiety spiking from that grocery store encounter. naturally, you have no idea of the creature that’s following you back to your small Brooklyn apartment.

to John, you’re the embodiment of perfection. an angel on earth. every time he watches you from a suitable distance, there’s a tingly feeling in his chest and stomach. he doesn’t know what this is. he’s never felt this way about a woman (not even Helen herself, god rest her soul).

he’s even brought his camera he only uses for his targets whenever he comes to see you. he’ll wait in his black muscle car, right when your delicate hands open your bedroom curtains to let in the morning sunshine.

John gets to work. Pointing the lens at just the right angle, from when you reach on your tip toes to open window, giving John the perfect view of your well shaped hips and thighs.

he snaps a few more pictures and he can even spot some blue cotton panties that are revealed by your oversized shirt being a bit disheveled.

the blood rushes to his cock, and has to bite his lip to try to stop the feeling. it doesn’t help.

over the past few months of following you around, he’s come to realize he’s never actually interacted with you besides for the grocery store incident. he’s gotta change that.

there’s been a reoccurring fantasy that has haunted John for the past few weeks. for you to be saved by him. for John to be your knight in shining armor.

the things he would do to feel your body pressed to his. to have his arms wrapped around you, cocooning you in a protective position from harm.

well, he’s paid someone to find out. mainly to figure out if you’re a fight or flight kind of gal. he’s expecting the first option.

he knows your thursday night routine. your 9:30 pm trip to the bodega two blocks from your apartment. John assumes you have the munchies from those really low dosage THC gummies you buy from your friend Sam every other month.

he knows a lot about you.

and he’s paid a low level lackey to shake you up a bit.

the bell rings when you open the door to the shop, the cashier waved to you and greets you. you’re on a first name basis. John knows this, and the thought of you even speaking to another person of the male gender forces his blood to boil.

John has dreamt of putting his hands around the necks of the men in your life, besides for your step-father, and the nice old man at the local library you occasionally play chess with.

His strong hands would squeeze and squeeze as the men would gasp for air. With every blink of John’s eyes, the face would change. Your four ex boyfriends, your coworkers, your boss. The several guy friends you have in your big friend group. All of them, gurgling, gasping, choking. And then…

snap.

the hitman’s hands would finish the job. just another target. no, not just another target. a roadblock that has been demolished. one of the roadblocks, to you.

of course, John would wake up in a cold sweat, and for some reason, his dick would be completely erect from the images of taking the lives of the men you know.

his tip would be swollen and leaking of his precum. why was this the thing that made him the most hot and bothered?

the hands that have taken the lives of hundreds, gripping around his own girth and twisting, using his own arousal to lubricate it. but not too much, John prefers a decent amount of friction.

then his hand lurches up and down on his throbbing shaft. hips jerking forward. buck after buck. he’s picturing you, tied to his bedposts, legs spread wide.

the thought of thrusting his fat cock hard into you could make him finish if he’s not careful enough. but now? it’s coming in handy.

imagining the squelching noises from the sin you two are committing. damn near hearing your cries and whimpers, pleas of mercy, erupting from your lips, as your cunt quivers around his cock.

you’re taking him so well.

and oh, John’s letting you know.

“Good girl, how’s my princess feel?” he’d groan out, feeling how good your wetness is on his dick.

feeling you tighten whenever you’re close to climaxing.

but unfortunately, sometimes in these fantasies, they would go sideways, fast.

John’s eyes want to look at your chest and stomach, but he’s met with bloodied flesh. the crimson covers your soft torso, his hands, all the way up to your chest, which is bouncing with each needy thrust.

John’s head whipped to the side, realizing there were a few of your male friends, dead, on the bedroom floor, below you and John making love. was it love? or was it John getting his way?

with the cries of your duct taped muffled mouth, he couldn’t tell.

then John would break out of his dream, chest heaving up and down from the stimulation of the act.

“fuck…” John cursed, fist punching the bedside table. “I didn’t even cum.”

but here you were, back at the bodega late at night. you’re happily humming a song that you’ve been listening to a lot this month. John made a fake account, and followed you on Spotify.

cue that low level lackey we mentioned earlier. some gangster in his thirties, bald, with a goatee and big sunglasses.

you’re busy figuring out which Mexican soda you’d like. and tonight, you’ll be thanking your preference for that type of drink.

“gimme all your money, bitch! or you’re fuckin’ dead!” the lackey threatens with a nasty tone to his voice. you’re high but you jump, a gasp leaving your mouth.

“shit! okay.” you mumble, before a stupid idea comes to your head. it’s as if a little lightbulb turns on over your head, and your long eyelashes bat a few times.

“well!? wait are you waiting for?!” the goon asks, now finally pulling out his large firearm. of course it’s not loaded. he’s just been paid to play a part and scare you a bit.

you don’t wait.

John’s eyes widen as he watches from the bodega window, since your hand is reaching for the glass bottles of soda in the fridge.

his jaw drops when he sees your arm hurdles towards the goon. the bottle fractures right onto his pale bald head, the shards immediately exploding around you two, and also cutting into his scalp.

he’s bleeding everywhere. there’s even a few spurts of the soda and his blood on your face.

John has burst through the bodega entrance, as the guy he hired fell to the floor and covers his head from another attack.

and you’re still high as a kite during all of this, so you step back, and the bottom of your pink crocs slips on the cherry flavored Mexican coke that has splattered all over the hard floor.

so there you go, stumbling and making you body tumble backwards. cue Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty.

now, instead of your reusable tote, it’s you.

a pair of strong hands come into play. hands that have murdered, tortured, and paralyzed. the hands grab you by the waist, his grip is firm and safe, he’s got you.

John grits his teeth, moving ever so slightly to get a whiff of your hair. the scent of your coconut shampoo that you’ve bought on amazon a few times, make him go beserk. his heart faces, he swear he can feel every cell in his body stiffen up.

you’re facing away from him, he takes a quick peek at the back of your waist, up close and in person. now those dreams of pounding you from behind are slipping back into his head.

the moans, the slapping skin, the stench of sex in the air (which is just a mixture of cum, pussy, and sweat).

he has to use his fingers to dig into your sides a bit more just to force them away. he’s not sure if that even helps.

you catch your breath, trying to comprehend the events that are happening at the moment. unfortunately, you’re a bit foggy from being under the influence. the sting from John’s grasp is muted because of it.

but the scent of the man who caught you from behind is almost familiar. aftershave, oil, barbecue. that’s the exact same smell as…

“well hello again, sweetheart.”

…the guy at the grocery store.

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