violet-harmon2011 - Tumblr blog

[violet-harmon2011]

things that remind me of the evans 💕

Tate: old record shops, roses, vintage sweaters and cardigans, halloween, ghost sheet costumes, hands grazing together as you both reach out for the same thing, sitting with your partner late at night in silence just basking in each others presence,

Kit: sunflowers, flower crowns, the smell of coffee in the morning, hugs from behind, soft yet passionate kisses, big dogs, spring, the warmth that spreads through your chest when looking at the one you love, the way the sun peeks through the blinds

Kyle: melting into your lover after not seeing each other all day, hot chocolate, forehead kisses, warm n long hugs, going to the grocery store late at night and pushing each other around in the shopping carts, vanilla, big soft blankets, kisses behind the ear, running your fingers through someones hair

Jimmy: dates at the fair, diners, the way your eyes flutter shut when pulled into a deep kiss, someone giving you their jacket and basking in the warmth fron them, going outside and catching lightning bugs, daisies, running away hand in hand with your lover, jumping into someones arms and trusting them to catch you

James: slow dancing, pinstripe suits, the tender way your lover moves your hair away from your face, kisses pressed into your hands and knuckles, the color maroon, humming to yourself when no one is near, the way your eyes lock together from across the room

Rory: the one person who can always cheer you up, spontaneous outings/adventures, late nights and early mornings, sunshine, the way someone tugs you into their lap and buries their face in your neck, long car rides for no reason

Edward: painting, baths, your lover tugging you close to look into your eyes, delicate hands, being the only person to see someones vurnerable side, the way your fingers graze together as you walk side by side,

Kai: late nights in watching scary movies with your lover, true crime documentaries, kisses along your jaw and someones hands on your hips, playing with someones hair, cinnamon,

Gallant: singing your favorite songs as loud as you can, spontaneous yet tender kisses, the way someone grabs your hand to lead you somewhere and gently squeezes, pop-rock music, the color mauve, stealing someones clothes/someone stealing yours,

Peter: meeting someone and feeling like you've come up for fresh air, arcades, cassette tapes, kisses on the nose, watching the way someones eyes light up, melting at the thought of your lover, pranks, taking someone to a concert and being so exhausted you curl up and fall asleep on the couch together, matching leather jackets and pins,

[violet-harmon2011]

The Evans’ tickling headcanons with Ticklish!GN!Reader

Requested: Nope!

Warnings: Kink mentions, slight sexual themes, some mentions of intoxication, mentions of anxiety issues

A/N: I keep thinking about how the Evans’ would react to getting tickled and how they would act if they had a ticklish significant other! I genuinely think this idea is just really cute and adorable! These are easily some of the fluffiest headcanons I’ve posted so far, I hope y'all find these enjoyable to read! :^))

Tags: @darlingkitt @sojournmichael @tatestripedsweater

If you want to be added to my tag list, just shoot me a message or an ask! :))

Keep reading

[violet-harmon2011]

[violet-harmon2011]

the evans x short reader

for all my short queens <3

p.s. please let me know if you think any of these are incorrect

p.p.s. send in requests for more hc's & fics!! also lmk if you wanna be tagged in any of my writing :)

tate langdon

would occasionally be the big spoon bc you're so much shorter

gently pokes you in the forehead or cheek to get your attention

loves it when you wear his sweaters and the sleeves are extra long so you wrap your hands up like they're mittens

just envelops you in his arms after you've had a tiring day at school

bear hugs so he can rest his chin on top of your head bc you're the perfect height <3

plants a million little kisses in your hair when you're cuddling (and sniffs your delectable shampoo in the process)

kit walker

would lift you onto the kitchen counter to make out

would get things off high shelves for you after putting them there so you would ask for his help

stooping down to kiss your neck

forehead kisses in the kitchen

loves braiding your hair

"short stuff"

frat kyle

would call you "shortie" and chuckle when you thwack his arm

always has an arm around your shoulder at parties

franken kyle

would give you "uppies" to reach high shelves

random piggy back rides around the house bc you're his "lil princess"

cuddles 24/7

jimmy darling

straddling him while you make out

“shortcake"

feels so protective over you

likes knowing he can keep you safe

loves holding you in his arms (you fit so perfectly <3)

always whispering filthy things into your ear

loves it when you lean up and kiss his jaw

james patrick march

always carrying you everywhere bridal style

spoils you with lavish gowns that he pays to have hemmed

buys you all the high heels you could ever want

kai anderson

would enjoy the fact that he's taller and more powerful than you are

would call you "bunny" and "doll" (pretends it's degrading, but he actually thinks you're adorable)

when you've been extra good, he pats his lap "c'mere little lamb"

ruthless short jokes

amused when you try to reach things off high shelves and fail

peter maximoff

would throw you over his shoulder and dance or run around

head pats

"babygirl"

lifts you off your feet when he gives you hugs

[violet-harmon2011]

send me requests for any evan peters character!!

[violet-harmon2011]

౨ৎ ⋮ 𝐃𝐎𝐌! 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍. ┈┈┈ 𝑯𝑪

headcanon tags — nsfw. mdni.

༄*

dom! tate who seduces you with those big, brown puppy eyes to get your attention, which works almost every time. if you don’t cave immediately, he will abandon the facade and grab your wrists and start kissing you.

dom! tate who loves leaving hickeys on your body, telling you that those temporary marks add to your beauty and that he’s more than happy to give you some more.

dom! tate who keeps a mental list of all the places in the house he plans to fuck you.

dom! tate who tells you that his favorite place in the world is between your legs.

dom! tate who devours your pussy like a god.

dom! tate who doesn’t let you off the hook even on your period. he’ll either finger you or eat you out. the bedsheets look straight out of a goddamn crime scene after he’s done with you.

dom! tate who multitasks by using his lips, tongue, and fingers to fuck you until you're a crying, overstimulated mess.

dom! tate who fucks you so hard and good that every living (and dead) being on the property knows what’s going down in your room.

dom! tate who fucks you with your bedroom door open every time constance comes to visit, so that your moans and whimpers can be heard from downstairs.

dom! tate who grabs you by your ankles when you try to crawl away from him, ignoring your feeble cries of “please! no more, no more-”

dom! tate who encourages you that you can take all of it, that you've got another one in you, and he's not done with you yet.

dom! tate who laces your fingers together while you're underneath him, mumbling “i love you” between kisses, telling you how pretty you are, how you're such a good girl for him.

୨୧ requests 1. 2.

taglist: @slvt4jamesmarch @kaismanwich @maddaline @evpeters87 @lacucarachapisser @loveletter-inblood @howtobesasha @lissasharp @feefymo @stveharringtn @nickrhodeslittledarling @bluerthanvelvet444 @r8ttenapples @nahoyasboyfriend @taintandviolent

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[violet-harmon2011]

[violet-harmon2011]

okay hear me out…

the evans reaction to reader starting their period during sex 🫣

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

⇢ tw: nsfw, mentions of menstrual blood, intercourse, and kai anderson being himself.

✧. a/n — damn, anon. that emoji perfectly sums up my honest reaction when i first saw it in my inbox. but it’s kinda interesting to write about so.. here you go :)

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧

goes to instant panic mode, thinking that he’d somehow hurt you.

which is kind of funny and cute.

calms down when you assure him that it’s just your period and he didn’t hurt you at all.

he’d settle for cuddles.

but if you’re into that sort of thing, he wouldn’t be opposed to keep on going either.

but you have to remember to wash the sheets though, i can imagine the horror on your mother’s face when she collects the laundry-

𝐊𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

will stop immediately.

after the tragedy involving alma and grace, i think he’d develop slight a blood phobia.

the sight of the woman he loves covered in blood– even just a little bit, it’ll trigger that horrible memory.

so that’s a turn-off for him. (can’t blame him)

but! he’d be open to shower sex when you wash off.

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡

blood kink. probably gets a teensy bit turned on.

but he would never, ever force you to continue.

because your comfort is his top priority.

he’d say all the right things to make it less awkward for you.

he’d call mrs evers to get you whatever female products you need, and change those sheets.

𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

eh, a bit of blood is not gonna stop him. period.

nothing would stop him from finishing the job, really. (except for maybe the fbi breaking down the door)

he would have the inspired idea to eat you out and get your blood smeared all over his face like war paint. (like this picture of kai)

when you’re done, you both would look like you came back from a satanic ritual.

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ! 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫

probably tries to make light of the situation; cringes at his own joke.

but then he’d get down to business and get you everything you need to feel better.

he’d wash the bedsheets discreetly. so that his frat brothers wouldn’t make dumb jokes at your expense.

hot tea? check. heat pad? check. chocolate? check. studio ghibli marathon? check. cuddles? double check.

is the definition of boyfriend goals.

[violet-harmon2011]

Thank you @violetharmonisme

[violet-harmon2011]

[violet-harmon2011]

[violet-harmon2011]

lane kim (gilmore girls). blair waldorf (gossip girl).

TAG GAME: two fictional characters that make you go "omg it's me!"

randy meeks (scream)

charlie walker (scream 4)

tagging: @taintandviolent @fear-is-truth @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @marchsfreakshow @slutforgarlogan @slvt4jamesmarch @lacucarachapisser

[violet-harmon2011]

[violet-harmon2011]

TAG, YOU’RE IT

— Kai Anderson x fem! reader

WARNINGS: 18+. mdni — porn with plot. violence. vaginal fingering. unprotected p in v. size kink. implied murder. english is not my first language. not proofread as usual

WC: 2.7k

A/N: this was kinda rushed due to school exams and college applications, sorry in advance for the poor quality. but i adored this idea so much, hope it’s not too awful.

Vanity tables were crammed into the limited space, each adorned with a haphazard array of makeup and tools. Sighing, you grabbed the clown mask that was sitting on your table and pulled it over your head, its cool, rubbery texture making your skin crawl. In the mirror, the grotesque reflection stared back— sickly pale skin mottled in patches of green and blue, reminiscent of moldy cheese. Painted in garish shades of red, the mouth stretched open in a nightmarish grin, revealing rows of jagged teeth.

As you tucked in the stray strands of hair peeking under the latex, your thoughts drifted to your less-than-enthusiastic job as a scare actress in a haunted house. It wasn't as fun as it had been when you first started a year ago, but it paid the bills. Plus, you needed the money, having broken up with your boyfriend whom you discovered was cheating on you. You used to share an apartment together, but now you were on your own, struggling to make ends meet in order to afford a small, dingy one-room apartment in Michigan.

Disgusted at your reflection, you finally tore away your gaze, fingers fumbling to adjust the straps of your tight black and red corset. The garment cinched tightly around your waist, flaunting your assets in such a whorish way that it made you cringe inwardly, and its scandalously low neckline revealed more cleavage than you were comfortable with.

“So, guess who showed up earlier?”

Your eyes flicked over to where your colleague was hunched over her mirror, tying her mousy blonde hair into a ponytail.

“Who? Not Alex again, right?”

“Yes of course I’m talking about Alex.” Lena rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide the disgust she harboured for your ex-boyfriend.

“He came during break time, asking about you,”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed.

“Ugh. The fuck did he want this time? I’ve told him, I didn’t take his stupid DVD-”

“-said he wanted to talk.”

she pulled her mask over her head.

“Well, I’m not interested,”

“Way ahead of you, I told him you were swamped.” Lena's voice came through muffled, her words slightly distorted by the mask she wore. Before you could thank her, a booming, deep voice interrupted from the door frame.

“Hey, scream queens,” Terry, your boss called out, tapping the doorframe. “We’ve got our last visitors for the night. You two are up in five.”

“Just so you know,” Lena added as she finished lacing up her boots, and started for the doorway, “if he keeps on pestering you, I’ll slash his tires.”

Even though she couldn’t see your face through the clown mask, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks,”

“Don’t thank me, I know you’d do the same for me,”

———

Stepping out of the hidden door, you melted into the shadows, waiting for your target to show up. From your vantage point, you could hear footsteps echoing through the dark corridor, signaling their arrival. They turned around the corner, and just as you were about to make your move, a sudden blur of movement startled you. Before you could react, the man swung his arm, the paper cup in his hand spilling its lukewarm contents all over your front.

Stumbling back in surprise, you felt the brown liquid seeping through the eye holes of your rubber mask and trickling down your cheeks, the scent of coffee invading your nostrils.

Furious, you ripped off your mask, wiping the droplets from your cheeks before staring incredulously at the man before you.

“What the fuck?! You asshole!”

He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, a mop of electric blue hair cascading to his shoulders. Hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jeans, he looked down at you.

“Oops, sorry… you scared me, miss,” he apologised somewhat lamely, though you doubted his sincerity, judging by the smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His attention shifted from your face to your revealing clown girl costume, taking in the corset with its low neckline, the miniskirt, and fishnet leggings.

The lasciviousness of his stare made you feel a twinge of unease, as if he was mentally undressing you with his gaze (which, in truth, he probably was). Despite feeling violated by his blatant eyefucking, a small surge of pride bubbled up within you. After all, he was undeniably a prick, but there was no denying his attractiveness—much to your deep annoyance.

“If I wanted to see a cheap Harley Quinn ripoff, I could’ve stayed home and watched porn on my computer. Nice tits, though-”

You were a good, law-abiding citizen, and you certainly weren’t an advocate for violence, but this douchebag was really pushing your limits.

Without thinking, your hand shot out, aiming to wipe that smirk off his face. But before your palm could make contact, his fingers closed around your wrist like a vice, halting your movement mid-air.

“Feisty, aren’t we?”

“Let go of me, you creep-”

“Name’s Kai, by the way.” he snarled, twisting your arms behind your back.

“Kai Anderson,” exerting pressure, he forced you to bend your knees until you were lying on your back, helplessly pinned beneath him.

“I don’t care who the hell you are-”

You spat, thrashing wildly and driving your knee towards his groin. But instead of hitting your intended target, your knee collided with his lower abdomen, which was packed with hard muscle. He must’ve hit the gym alright. Kai’s nostrils flared, but he didn't flinch. If anything, he seemed irritated by your resistance.

His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened. With a sharp crack, his palm connected with your cheek, sending a jolt of pain ringing through your skull and causing your vision to blur momentarily at the edges.

“Y’know,” he began in a voice that was dangerously calm. “If it were someone else disrespecting me like this, I’d do more than a slap. Hell, I’d snap their fucking neck,”

“Wha- what do you want from me?”

Your voice came out in a weak croak as your vision swam back to focus. Strands of blue hair tickled your cheeks as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. Your faces were inches apart.

“I’m just trying to help you, can’t you see that? You're better off without that worthless piece of shit, Alex.” You blinked, your dazed mind trying to register his words.

“Alex? How’d you.. wait, did he set you up to this? Is this some sort of sick joke!?”

Anger and betrayal flared up, prompting you to resume your struggle. His grip around your wrist tightened, and you could feel your pulse racing in tandem with his.

“No, I’ve been watching you,” his tone was devoid of shame or guilt. “studying you. And I can see that you're too good for him.”

“Aren’t you tired of being the giver, while all he does is take?” he continued. “Everything you do, you do it for him. And how did he repay you? By fucking a random girl at a party. Doesn’t seem fair to me.”

Your limbs slackened in defeat. He was twisting the knife; that part was unmistakable, and he was close to succeeding. The sting of tears threatened to blur your vision, but you staunchly refused to let them fall. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“So, let me guess,” you drawled, “next, you’re gonna tell me that you, will treat me better than any man ever could. Yeah, right.”

To your surprise, the corners of his mouth quirked into a wry smile.

“No, I’m not gonna tell you that,”

Kai paused, then took your silence as permission to keep talking.

“You, are an independent, strong woman. You're gonna take what you want and deserve, on your own terms. You don't need a man to do that for you,”

His thumb brushed gently against your bottom lip, dark eyes roaming greedily over your features as if he was trying to commit every single detail to memory.

“Now tell me.. what exactly do you want?”

Heat burned on your cheeks. You had a feeling that you both knew what you wanted.

“Go on,” he coaxed, “You can tell me,”

“You,” your voice was barely unrecognisable to your own ears.

“I want you,”

He smiled, as if he’d been expecting that answer all along. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours. Warm, soft. For a split second, your mind seemed to disconnect from your body. He sighed into your mouth before slipping his tongue inside, swiping lazily against your hard palate. You bit back a moan when you felt his clothed erection rub against your thigh.

“Thank you, lamb. Because I want you too,”

A few moments later, he pulled back and let go of your wrists. His hands started to travel down your neck, stopping at the frilly neckline of your corset. With one swift motion, he jerked the cups halfway down, freeing your breasts from their tight confines. You could hear a low groan escape him as he took in the sight of your hardened nipples.

“Fuck… look at those pretty tits. Someday, I’m gonna cum all over them.”

As if driving the point home, he traced his thumb against your nipple, alternating between palming the soft flesh of your breast and pinching your nipple, making you whimper and arch your back, desperate for more stimulation.

“Patience, patience,” he chided teasingly, “There’s something I wanna check first.” His tone was light, but you could sense the effort he put into maintaining his composure, his voice laced with a thinly veiled lust that dripped from every syllable.

Kai’s hand slid lower, skimming past your abdomen and disappearing under your skirt, coming to rest on your inner thigh. He gave the soft, sensitive flesh a squeeze before slipping a finger under your panties. Leaning forward until his face was aligned next to yours, he took your earlobe gently between his lips and sucked it once, the sensation making you shiver in pleasure, before releasing the flesh with a wet pop.

“Hm, just what I thought. So wet for me already,”

He pressed the back of his index between your folds, collecting some of your slick and dragged it up to your clit. Your knees buckled involuntarily when he applied more pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Do you want me to stop? Because-”

“No,” you gritted out. “Don’t stop,”

He smiled.

“Wasn’t planning to, anyway,”

Without warning, he unceremoniously shoved two fingers into you, sinking in knuckle deep. A wet, guttural noise escaped your throat at the sudden intrusion and your cunt clenched— once, twice when his sizable digits curled against your sweet spot.

“Like how it feels?”

Unable to form coherent sentences, you nodded, your mind swimming in a lustful haze at the delicious stretch of his fingers scissoring inside you. As soon as your legs began to quiver, Kai retracted his fingers, making you clench around nothing. You couldn’t help but let out a needy whine of indignation. He yanked your soaked panties to your ankles in one, swift tug.

“Good girl. Time for your reward,”

Kai flashed you with a set of pearly white teeth. Triumphant and somewhat predatory, the effect made you tremble in anticipation. He unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down the zipper, shifting his hips to pull his cock out from his boxers.

You had only suspected he was huge, but now it was confirmed—seeing is believing, after all. Quite veiny, too.

Unable to tear your gaze away, you simply gawked as he wrapped his fist around his impressive length, giving it a couple of harsh pumps before positioning himself between your legs.

You moaned in unison as he pushed inside you, pleasure accompanied by pain shooting straight through your cunt to your entire body. The mere size of him stretched you; filled you up in a way that nobody else had ever done before. Made you wonder if your body was physically capable of accommodating him. It stung, but it also made you feel whole. Squeezing your eyes shut, you dug your fingernails into his shoulder, leaving crescent indents.

“Hah— oh fuck, baby…you’re so perfect for me-”

Kai’s voice cracked as he bottomed out, his handsome features twisting in rapture as your walls clamped down on him. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust before pulling back slowly, just to slam back into you with a grunt. You swore that you could feel the tip of him touching your gut and you mewled. He soon established a rhythm that was both harsh and punishing, prompting your pussy to tighten around him ominously.

“Nngh—ahh…Kai, please, it’s to much-”

Curling an arm behind you, his hand snaked to the back of your skull, fingers tangling in your hair before finally, finally, he crushed his lips onto yours in a searing kiss. You felt him throb inside you as his thumb worked against your clit furiously, and that was all it took to send you over the edge.

The hot coil finally snapped, and your hands found purchase in his hair to hold him in place as your orgasm crashed over you. You keened as a wave of white-hot pleasure rippled through your veins, leaving your nerves tingling and muscles twitching. Through your pleasure-induced haze, you watched as Kai continued pounding into you. A raw moan that sounded almost like a whine tore through his throat, accompanied by a final thrust of his hips. He came inside you, thick, hot spurts of come filling your womb as a string of indiscernible curses tumbled past his lips.

Panting heavily, he lowered his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, ragged breaths hitting your skin as he waited for any residual spasms to abate.

A film of sweat coated his forehead, and his hair clung to his face. Juxtaposing with the brutal way he had been fucking you only seconds ago, Kai brushed his thumb against your cheekbone, lips pressing softly against your forehead before he pulled out with a satisfied groan.

———

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, heart pounding in your chest as you pulled on your panties.

“There are cameras everywhere, I’m gonna get in so much trouble for this-”

“Don't worry,” his voice was surprisingly calm.

“I’ll take care of it later.” Instead of heading towards the neon green exit sign as you’d expected, Kai made a beeline towards one of the supply rooms, you trailing behind with growing confusion.

It struck you as odd how familiar he seemed with the layout, as if he had been there many times before.

“Hey, what are you—” you began, but the rest of your words caught in your throat the moment he pushed open the door.

There, tied up in a chair was none other than your cheat of an ex-boyfriend. Alex’s eyes widened in recognition as he spotted you, and he began thrashing wildly, his muffled screams stifled by the duct tape stretched across his mouth. As if things weren’t confusing and fucked up already, your friend emerged from the back of the small room.

“He wouldn’t stop screaming, sorry,” Lena explained, reaching out and pinching his cheek. Another girl, her long, bleached blonde hair peeking out from under a black beanie hat, caught your attention. With a casual nudge of her toe, she pushed aside some spare rope before shooting a flinty stare at Kai through long eyelashes.

“Took you long enough,”

“Hey, since when am I not allowed to have fun?”

Kai’s combat boots echoed against the linoleum floor as he strode towards where your ex was being tied up. His expression was unreadable as he leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart. As if in a trance, you found yourself drawn towards Kai, anticipation and adrenaline pumping through your veins as you relished the delicious fear emanating from Alex. You watched as Kai reached for something from his pocket—a glint of metal catching light. A switchblade.

“Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,”

He murmured in a low, almost sultry whisper, toying with the blade between his fingers.

“-blood and revenge are hammering in my head.” You finished softly.

“Titus Andronicus, right?” you smiled back. Kai’s expression morphed into one of sadistic pride, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he nodded slowly. The blonde girl groaned quietly in the background, “Another Shakespeare nerd,”

“Give me your hand,” You immediately complied, reaching out your hand.

“No, no. Palm up,”

Kai corrected gently, and you adjusted accordingly. His calloused, much larger hand enveloped yours. Still holding your hand, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss on your knuckles. The gesture was strangely intimate, and it made your stomach flutter with warmth.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded.

“Good girl,”

He smiled at you, then you felt the weight of the knife handle being pressed into your open palm.

“You know exactly what you have to do, don’t you?”

thanks for reading! reblog, comments, likes, asks/requests are deeply adored because they keep me motivated!

send an ask to be added/ removed

TAGLIST @acidbrainstorm @evanpetersmybf @alittlesil @kaiandersonsdevotedwife @ellaaaaa44 @newwavesylviaplath @warrenlipkaswife @slvt4jamesmarch @kaismanwich @maddaline @evpeters87 @lacucarachapisser @howtobesasha @lissasharp @feefymo @babydoll-lvr @nickrhodeslittledarling @bluerthanvelvet444 @r8ttenapples @nahoyasboyfriend @kai-slut @lak3cityqui3tpills @coentinim @doll3tt33 @babydollxxblood @taintandviolent @babygorewhore @joshlmbrt @violet1737 @sukirosiac @slutforgarlogan @90sbr1descake @dangeroustaintedflawed @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[violet-harmon2011]

INSIDE THE MURDER HOUSE (2020)

Violet's bedroom - "The owners agree that this room probably has the most activity and its where guests have reported hearing the sounds of women crying."

The Basement.

The bathroom.

[violet-harmon2011]