#〘⋯☠Trigger Warning⋯〛

[penniesxdimes]

Closed starter for @ghostofwinter

Frank looked down at the girl curled in the corner of the bare room. Nothing surrounded them but metal and concrete. He knew the Russian gangs had started their trafficking operations again but seeing it for himself was something entirely different. The warehouse was mostly empty. All of the other captives had been moved before he got there.

From the doorway he could see that she was unconscious. Her breathing was normal but the bruising around her face was dark and in several stages of healing. Anger welled up in his gut even though he had already put bullets in all of the men guarding the place.

He lifted her limp body in his arms. She was small and her head lolled to the side as he walked down the hallway. There was no one left to kill and no place to put the blind rage.

They were halfway to a safehouse outside of town before she started to stir in the back seat of the car he had highjacked from the parking lot.

#〘⋯☠NSFW-I don't want a chance to escape. I want pancakes.⋯〛 #〘⋯☠Trigger Warning⋯〛 #〘⋯☠TW: Guns⋯〛 #〘⋯☠TW: Violence⋯〛 #ghostofwinter #closed starter

[fathertofatality]

@harbingercfdeath sent a sentence starter: ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜

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{!!} – 'Standing’ was an incredible overstatement of his capabilities at that time. It was a wonder Andrew even had the capacity to string his words into a full sentence in his state. Absolutely bladdered on an ill-advised combination of both whiskey & lager and still half strung out on a heavy dose of illegally acquired amitriptyline, he’d scarcely managed to find his way to his friend’s front door before collapsing into a sedated heap just outside the threshold. Though, there was more to this encounter than first met the eye.

A short, sharp outcry of pain as he tried to heave himself up from the ground, succumbing to a feeble kneel, ❝Issac…I thi-...I-I need your help.❞

Perhaps Issac hadn’t noticed at first as Andrew’s duffle coat did a stellar job of mostly concealing his injury, but attempting to help him up from the floor would’ve made the knife wound to his side far more visibly apparent. Upon closer inspection, the reaper would come to realise that both Andrew’s hands were also stained with his own blood. Whether or not he was in search of medical attention or just in morbid desperation for his reaper friend to simply put him out of his misery was unclear, though to assume the former would undoubtedly be the more practical option.

#☠ Verse; Default Unaffiliated #☠ Interaction; fathertofatality/harbingercfdeath #☠ TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS #TW DRUGS #TW BLOOD #TW STABBING

[saiibeo]

𝖬𝖤𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲  𝖮𝖥  𝖬𝖸  𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖫𝖣𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖣

Bold  all  that  apply  to  your  muse.  Repost,  don't  reblog  ! TW:  contains  mentions  of  abuse  /  neglect  /  death  /  trauma.

scraped  knees,  silent  tears  in  a  locked  room,  slamming  doors,  pervasive  loneliness, a  dog  barking,  rain  on  a  metal  roof,  flinching  at  movement, the  creak  of  an  old  house, forced  laughter, wandering  in  the  dark  woods,  wondering  how  you  made  it  through, sudden  loss,  trying  to  make  sense  of  the  noise, hiding  what  you  love  to  protect  it, trying  to  explain  but  your  words  falter, invaded  privacy, confusion  at  the  pain, running  barefoot  in  the  grass, wondering  what  you  did  wrong  and  coming  up  with  nothing, realizing  you  aren’t  a  priority, grass  stains  on  white  clothing,  trying  to  earn  love  you  will  never  have,  being  threatened  over  the  smallest  mistake, secrets  you  are  warned  not  to  share, the  feeling  of  never  being  good  enough,  the  hope  things  might  someday  get  better, grief  that  aches  in  your  bones, the  sense  that  your  body  isn’t  yours, shame  and  guilt  that  aren’t  yours  to  carry, sledding  down  a  frozen  hill, absentmindedly  following  snakes  through  the  grass,  punching  a  tree  wall  until  your  knuckles  bleed,  tears  over  every  dead  creature  you  find,  searching  out  small  places  you  can  hide…  just  in  case,  climbing  the  tallest  tree  comms  tower  so  they  can’t  touch  you, the  feeling  of  something  tainted  under  your  skin,  a  curious  child  told  to  stop  asking,  floral  dresses, body  tensing  at  approaching  footsteps, anger  with  nowhere  to  go, brief  escapes  from  the  chaos, the  purr  of  a  contented  cat, taking  the  blame  to  keep  the  peace, being  told  you’re  too  sensitive, the  creaking  springs  of  a  trampoline  on  a  sunny  day.

stolen.

#// all this did was remind me that corvus' childhood sucked aksdjaskdj #tw animal death #cw animal death #since it's mentioned just in case because I remember that being a trigger for a mutual and it's not in the initial warning above #☠⟼❛ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ.❜ / dash games #☠⟼❛ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ.❜ / headcanons

[roa-m-ing]

#blade☠ #blademan🎓 #bladeworld🌍 #patientlove💘 #theram🐐 #equip🔫 #trinidad #gif warning #trigger warning ed #warhammer 40k #king #queen #grim reaper #warning #levels🕳 #my life🤴🏻

[blkkizzat]

ღ 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞!𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ღ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝟐 (part 1)

18+ONLY MDNI

kizzatober series: Smooth Criminals

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

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

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

Enjoy!

Previously:

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

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

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

However when your eyes meet he looks right through you.

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

☠

Sigh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just about everyone and everything annoyed you right now.

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

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

Taking a new meaning on Hunter. 

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

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

You rolled your eyes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe a bit longer and you could slip out unnoticed? 

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

“There you are babe!”

Urgh.

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

You immediately shrug him off.

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

You threw Dean a wary look.

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

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

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

“Goddamnit, Dean I said no!”

Your tolerance had boiled past its limits.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An unfamiliar sensation of rage rises within you.

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

He has some fucking nerve. 

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

“Dean–”

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

“–you know how hard I study.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You snapped back. 

Your fists had formed into a tight ball.

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

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

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

“I know how to settle this Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even better. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You get directly in his face. 

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes flickered back to Dean as your hand twitches.

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

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

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

That was it. 

You were done. 

Dean had succeeded in humiliating you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just wanted to be alone. 

You’d deal with the fallout tomorrow.

☠

Choso wore a twisted grin hidden under his Ghostface mask.

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

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

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

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

This made things even easier. 

Choso scanned the area for his next prey. 

Someone, anyone alone would do. 

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

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

There.

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

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

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

Choso thought bitterly. 

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

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

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

Something had happened.  

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

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

You were his prey. 

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

Choso immediately concluded the cause of it was Dean.

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

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

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

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

Should he approach you? 

No. Not yet.

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

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

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

☠

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

You could have killed Dean. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Truthfully, you lied to him.

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

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

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

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

It was your only comfort at the moment. 

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

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

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

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

You only hoped he didn’t hate you now. 

Not that you could blame him if he did.

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

How could you even face Choso in class next week? 

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

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

He looked as if he would devour you whole. 

God, everything about him was so sexy.

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

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

You fidgeted as an ache developed between your legs.

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

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

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

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

Your legs rubbed together more eagerly. 

Shit, you were so horny. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Choso…”

You moaned out loud. 

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

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

“A-ahhh s-shit Cho– F-fuck!”

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

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

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

“F-fuck C-Choso.. Mmm, let me cum.” 

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

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

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

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

Fuck!

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

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

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

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

Shit you were fucking sexy. 

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

Until now.

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

He could feel the blood pumping through his dick. 

He wanted to fuck you. 

Badly. 

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

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

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

This was pure agony. 

You never failed to find some way to unravel him.

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

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

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

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

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

You glanced at the clock.

10:32 pm.

It was still much too early for them to leave.  

But who else could it be? 

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

You were tired, frustrated and still horny as hell. 

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

☠                                                   

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

You call out to your sisters.

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

You rolled your eyes. 

But it was eerily quiet as you received no response. 

That’s odd.

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

Not a single soul in sight or to be heard. 

“Girls?”

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

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

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

Crap.

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

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

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

This was an older house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed. Maybe it was just the wind.

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

“Want to die Y/N?” 

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

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

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

“You really are a clumsy ditz, babe.” 

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

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

“The fuck are you doing here Dean?” 

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

You couldn’t catch a fucking break tonight.

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

Dean hummed, brow raised as he chuckled.

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

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

You knew this man was not sorry at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see…blood?

Is it yours?

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

Another person?

No

…Ghostface?

Yes.

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

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

Was this even real?

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

Were you next?

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

Your awareness faded in and out.

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

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

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

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

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

You scanned the floor around you. 

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

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

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

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

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

Your head feels light. 

Your body feels light. 

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

“Fucking finally, Y/N!”

Dean yelled as he saw you on your feet.

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

Dumb bitch?

Oh yeah, he means you.

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

You couldn’t even think straight. 

What were you doing again? 

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

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

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

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

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

You lowly repeated in a mantra like state.

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

GiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebat

You gripped the handle in both hands.

You were going to give Dean the bat.

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

C-R-A-C-K!

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

C-R-A-C-K!

You feel warm droplets of moisture spray on you.

C-R-A-C-K!

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

You closed your eyes.

You felt… relief? 

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

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

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

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

A child-like giggle resounds from you. 

Was this post nut kill clarity?

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

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

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

You had made such a mess. 

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

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

You sighed exhausted. 

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

Ghostface shook his head, confirming what you already knew.

☠

Choso felt his own adrenaline reach a frenzied peak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet given your injury even that proved difficult for you.

What would he do with you now?

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

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

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

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

Were you going to die like this? 

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

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

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

Ghosface taunted, speaking for the first time.

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

Your eyes widened.

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

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

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

“Are you turned on now Y/N?”

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

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

Very. 

Very fucked up was the answer.

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

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

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

“AHH!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Show me Y/N.”

He breathed out.

You pouted and shook your head.

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

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

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

Whoosh

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N” he sighed.  

Hearing his actual voice had you whining with need again.

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

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

“Mmm C-Choso.”  

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

Shit. He wanted to ruin you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choso smirked under the mask. 

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

But he knew how to handle you.

Heh, fair enough.

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

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

“Mm, Fuck me Choso”

You sighed longingly, arms encircling his neck.

“Mm, Should I though?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then prove it.” Choso breathed out huskily.

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

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

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

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

“That’s it baby.”

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

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

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

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

“S-shiiiit D-daddy!”

You cried out arching back. 

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

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

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

He would do anything for you.

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

“N-Need more. S’not enough Daddy”

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, now Y/N.”

Choso playfully chides. 

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

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

Right.

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

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

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

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

“S’fine.” You pout.

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

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

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

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

Choso chuckled.

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

He gave your ass harsh smack. 

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

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

You groaned. 

Thinking was virtually impossible right now. 

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

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

You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath.

Focus Y/N, you willed yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We…w-we..”

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

You looked like you were thinking so hard on this.

So fucking cute.

“Come on baby, tell me.”

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

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

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

“We make a kill room!”

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

☠

“Shit-Shit-Shit!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t just a kiss. 

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

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

You fell forward into the crook of his neck. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choso wanted more of you.

He didn’t think he would ever get enough.

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

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

“S-so c-lose Cho–” 

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

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

You locked eyes with him. 

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

Frankly, there was nothing timid about him. 

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

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

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

Choso was quite literally murdering your cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eyes on me baby,”

Choso ordered, glancing up at you. 

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

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

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

You shuddered. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Be patient princess, let me enjoy this.”

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

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

“Goddamn, I already love her so much”

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please Choso…”

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

“You trust me right Y/N?” 

“Yes”

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

“Do you have the key to the basement?”  

You nod.

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

You nod again.

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

Choso assures you as his confident words calm your worries.

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

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

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

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

You sighed contently.

He was already the best boyfriend you ever had. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[bxllamiizu]

Fría

Pairing: Converted Spy!Mizu x Spy! Reader

Warning: Angst, Mizu has a gun.

A/N: This was torture, but depending on how this goes.. there might be a part 2

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In the dimly lit corridors of the opulent opera house, anticipation hung heavy in the air as you navigated through the elegant patrons, each step laden with the weight of memories and unspoken tensions. Three years had passed since Mizu's inexplicable betrayal, a moment seared into your memory like a haunting melody refusing to fade.

The opera house stands as a testament to your intertwined fates. Fate, it seems, has conspired to entangle your lives once more amidst the grandeur of its ornate halls. Your mission, shrouded in secrecy, echoes the faint whisper of Mizu's pursuit of Abijah Fowler, a quest tied to a haunting familial connection.

The strains of an aria filled the grand hall, but your senses remained on high alert, attuned to any sign of Mizu's elusive presence. Memories flooded in—camaraderie, secrets shared, and a bond once thought unshakable.

In the corridors, amidst whispers and elegant attire, you caught a glimpse of Mizu's unmistakable silhouette. You trailed Mizu through the elaborate corridors of the opera house, shadows cloaking your movements. The years had etched a canyon between you both, widened by her betrayal and the secrets left unsaid. Yet, she remains resolutely distant, each step echoing the chasm between you. The once-familiar warmth in her gaze now hardens, refusing to acknowledge the past you shared.

"Wait," you called out, your voice lost in the grandeur of the performance hall. Mizu strode ahead, her gait purposeful, ignoring your desperate pleas that fell on deaf ears.

As the final notes of the opera drifted away, the opera house vanished from sight, the city streets embracing a clandestine air. It is in those isolated streets, far from the opulent facade, that fate orchestrates your inevitable confrontation.

A tension, palpable and suffocating, hangs between you as you stand, silhouetted against the faint glow of the streetlights.

"You shouldn't be here," Mizu's voice carried the strain of guilt. "This isn't your fight."

"But it is," your words rang with determination. "You were my partner, my confidant. I won't let your actions define us."

A desperate plea lingered, hoping to bridge the gap forged by betrayal. The air crackled with tension as Mizu turned, her eyes ablaze with conflicting loyalties.

A chill seeped through your veins as Mizu's hand darted towards a concealed holster, drawing a weapon trained at you. Instinct warred with fear as you stood, vulnerable yet resolute, facing the imminent threat.

In the midst of the tense stand-off, Mizu’s emotions seemed to wage a war within her blue-eyed gaze, a striking contrast against the midnight hue of her hair cascading in sleek waves down her back. The shadows flickered over her fair skin, highlighting the subtle flush that crept up her cheeks—a silent testament to the storm of emotions churning beneath the composed exterior.

As the weapon was trained, her hands, with their delicate fingers adorned in silver rings, quivered ever so slightly, a telltale sign of the internal struggle she grappled with. The moonlight painted a soft glow on her angular features, accentuating the determination etched into the line of her jaw.

The cold steel seemed to echo the distance between your hearts, a tangible manifestation of the breach caused by Mizu’s betrayal.

“Why?” Your voice trembled, carrying the weight of years of silence and unanswered questions. “Why did you leave?”

Mizu hesitated, her finger poised on the trigger, the conflict etched across her features. "I can't let you intervene. I won't lose Abijah Fowler, not after... not after everything."

"After everything, why?", your voice was on the brink of faltering altogether

Mizu's eyes softened, a flicker of pain seeping through the steel facade. "It was never meant to be like this," she whispered, her voice strained with an unspoken agony. "I had to protect you, even if it meant leaving you behind."

A shiver raced down your spine as Mizu’s confession hung in the air, a fragile admission of the sacrifices made in the name of a greater cause. Gathering every ounce of courage, you stepped closer, defying the imminent threat.

“I loved you,” you whispered, your voice a plea wrapped in vulnerability, “even when you walked away.”

Her breath hitched, the confession echoing in the space between you, a fragile bridge spanning years of turmoil and longing. Her blue eyes widened imperceptibly, shimmering with unshed emotions, reflecting the tumultuous journey of love and duty that had led them to that fateful moment. The moonlight danced in her eyes, illuminating the depth of her internal conflict. "I love you too," she admitted, her voice a fragile whisper, burdened with the weight of her choices. "But I'm not done yet. There are things I can't walk away from, not yet."

The words hung heavy, a tangible barrier between the two of you. With a regretful gaze, Mizu stepped back, her hand lowering the weapon, the distance between you widening with each passing second.

"We were meant to part ways," she murmured, pain etched into the lines of her face, "without goodbyes." With a heavy heart, she stepped back, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow around her tall, slender form draped in a midnight-blue coat.

The ache of her departure eclipsed the echoes of your confession, leaving you stranded amidst the haunting echoes of a love unfulfilled. Mizu vanished into the night, leaving you standing alone, grappling with the shattered pieces of a bond irreparably fractured.

As the city lights dimmed and the night swallowed the remnants of your shared history, you realized that some loves were destined to remain as silent elegies, etched in the corridors of memory, forever unspoken and unfinished.

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A/N: Got me bawling fr, but hope you loved it! As i’m typing this.. it’s 8am, worked on this all night, but hey it was worth it.

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[ryukenzz]

Fear's Favorite Test Subject

♱☠︎.𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: Headcanons of the Fear and his most prized possession. These headcanons will be about As Nodt as a yandere mad scientist with a female reader in mind.

♱☠︎.𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: There will be content that'll include human experimentation, yandere themes, manipulation, gore (subtle flesh picking, needles, drugs, etc.), As Nodt being a warning himself, mad scientist themes. If any of these topics are triggering for you, I would suggest not reading this for your own comfort. If I missed any other warnings, please don't hesitate to let me know!

♱☠︎.𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.3k

♱☠︎.𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: This is for @nagumoan's Dance with the Dead collab. This is also my first time writing yandere, so I hope this is good jdskf. I gave As Nodt a backstory of him as a neurologist that went into being a neuroscientist. I tried my best with the research I did for these careers, so I apologize if I got any facts wrong 😭.

The Neurologist and His Patient

As Nodt. Oh boy. The very embodiment of fear itself. This quiet man would be formidable as a mad scientist. He is no Mayuri or Szayel, but he is a madman in his own right. His knowledge on the nervous system and negative human emotion makes him one of the worst, if not THE worst mad scientist to come across. And when you add “yandere” to that status? It’s essentially game over for anyone who intrigues him.

A long time ago, As Nodt was a renowned neurologist. He barely spoke to anyone, always preferring to keep to himself and just do the job. To him, the idle chit chat was distracting and unnecessary while attending to his patients. He was a firm believer of interruptions being a hindrance to his work. He barely even spoke to his own colleagues. It all became a daily routine, over and over. Every day was silent. Every single hour became dull. That is until he made an unintentional discovery while looking over a recording of a patient's video EEG test session. Your EEG test session.

His dark eyes were trained on the recording, reviewing your results. The tapping of his pen against his clipboard matched the tempo of the machine in the video. His interest was intrigued by the amount of activity your brain displayed. Your reactions to the variety of clips being shown was brilliant. But, what really had his sights set on you was your fearful reactions. The way your beautiful face contorted whenever a killing scene appeared sparked an unfamiliar feeling. It didn’t sit right with him, but… it piqued his twisted curiosity. How much fear can the brain take before it breaks? How long does it last? He wanted to explore the possibilities. He needed to find the answers. And these thoughts began to chip away at As Nodt’s curiosity… all until it descended into something twisted and deranged.

It seems that dual graduate program will be useful to him, after all.

From that day on, As Nodt began to keep tabs on you. Your appointments, the days and times where you came and picked up your medicine, all of it. He even made arrangements to make sure that you went to him and him only. You didn’t think much of it at first, believing that he favored certain patients over others. As didn’t say a word to you in the beginning, his only responses alternated between blank stares and curt words that lasted two seconds at most. Even with his custom doctor’s mask and lack of eyebrows, his demeanor did the talking for him.

But eventually, he began to make small conversation with you. His words were still short, but definitely way more than what his coworkers received. The sudden change didn't make much sense. As Nodt, the most nonsocial person on Earth, showing interest in something other than his job? Impossible.  You figured that was just his personality … but little old you failed to realize that your new friend lover was leading you on a gurney straight to Hell.

As the months went by, As Nodt stopped showing up to work. You didn’t even realize he was gone until you came in one day and another neurologist handled your appointment. You assumed he was on vacation, so you didn’t worry too much. You went home that day and did your daily routine, watching a cheesy reality show with a snack. It was only a shame that you didn’t catch the small camera that was placed within the console below the flat screen. Or the carnival teddy bear’s eyes that were now camera lenses. Every small corner in your home had been turned into a secret watch party for As to learn everything about you. From the clothes you wear down to the way your fingers moved when you held something of value. His dark eyes burned everything into memory. He couldn’t wait to see that look of fear in your eyes again.

The Fear and His Frankenstein

The day you were taken from your home was akin to a scene right out of a psychological horror. You came home from your errands as normal, but things just felt out of place. The feeling of being watched crawled all over you like flies on a piece of food. It was a mystery… up until a small flash on the TV console caught your eye. You thought it to be a reflection of light from outside, but they don't flicker like a heartbeat. The moment you got closer to it, As Nodt came from the shadows and used a chloroform cloth to make you pass out. It took five minutes for you to finally go unconscious. The neuroscientist’s face crinkled into a creepy expression as he carried you out bridal style.

When you woke up, you were met with grim lighting and advanced machinery. The room was filled with computer monitors, graduated cylinders with foreign chemicals, and multiple shelves of books. You were in a lab. Your eyes studied the room until they landed on As Nodt’s figure. You were filled with confused relief to see him, and went to ask where he had been, but he cut you off with a deep and eerie command.

“Experiments should keep their mouths closed until they are given permission to speak. And I did not grant you that, so I suggest shutting your mouth unless you want to end up like the failures in those tanks.”

Life after that first day was pure agony. Every single moment brought misery. It would make even the strongest people crumble. As Nodt would tell you it’s “for the sake of research and health” but you knew better. He was sick and obsessive, but what could you do? You had little to no power, so your insults and words meant nothing to him. They were as valuable as the dirt that clung to his shoes. Throw every single curse word at him if you want to. It won’t save you from what will come.

His experiments were tormenting and painful. Needles and brain-prodding machines chipped away your sense of self every day. There was no hour where you weren’t being picked at with a needle, or an MEG scanner being attached to your head. The flashing lights and constant clips of horror movies was nothing compared to the pain-inducing drugs that invaded your nervous system. Or the electric buzzing that made your senses numb. The daily experiments were already bad enough, but when it came to his punishments, he became a sadistic creature. Anything that would bring you pain, physically or mentally, As Nodt would turn it up ten notches. 

For every offense that you commit, this silent scientist will base the experiment on whatever it was you did. If you leave the house without permission, he’ll use a special medicine that renders the nerves of your hands useless for two weeks. He’ll feed you and all, but don’t see it as a token of appreciation. Now, if you mess with his other experiments… you’ll wish you’d be one of those brains in the tanks. As Nodt would strap you to a chair and use an MEG scanner and clips of him experimenting on the other “failures” to torment you for hours. In your best interest, and others, don’t underestimate his ruthlessness. If you desire to keep your body and consciousness intact, just keep quiet and be his good little test subject.

“Why do you insist on being so difficult? Because of your constant insolence, I’ve been forced to end the trials of two nearly successful subjects. Thanks to your little belief of escaping, they’ve paid the price. You’ll make up for that, won’t you?” 

♱☠︎.𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: I apologize for posting this three days after Halloween is over hfbdjf. But I hope you all enjoy these spooky headcanons for As Nodt!

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[badchoicesworld]

Hey!

Your noir fic made me smile so so much. Thank you so much for writing it. I keep going back to smile at it :)

Can I request a fic with noir where the reader is again transmasc, and despite their best and continuous efforts, gets deadnamed, but is almost always too nervous or scared to correct people, no matter how uncomfortable it makes them. Maybe noir can help correct people, or help reader become more confident in doing so? I wonder what noir would think of the reader being so hesitant to correct others, would he be confused as to why it's such a careful ordeal to determine whether or not it's safe?

I feel like it's a pretty common (and slightly infuriating) experience for a lot of trans people, but of course, if it makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, please disregard.

Again thank you so much for your writing! I don't know if you know this, but I'm sure you've made a great number of people smile.

spider-noir reacts to you being deadnamed

spider-noir x transmasc!reader

i got ur other message and there’s gonna be stuff about that at the end, a little bit of a vent

i’mma assume that it’s the same circumstances for this too, spider-reader, established relationship with noir if that’s okay :]

warnings: triggering topic ? zero use of feminine pronouns though, nothing explicit

pairing: spider-noir x transmasc!spider!reader

requests: 👉 masterlist

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OKAY so, deadnaming ! hopefully, it’s usually an accident, but there are cases where people will just be dicks about it

the first few times noir hears you being deadnamed, he can brush it off as an honest mistake since he’s never heard anyone deadname you before

honestly, he probably takes initiative anyway and corrects them, probably joking “well, i sure hope not!” then crack a really old gay joke in lavender language (WHERE MY LINGUISTIC BADDIES AT?) because you’re the boy you not the not boy you and he likes boys

and that’s that, as long as those people apologise and admit it was an honest mistake then there’s no reason to escalate it

he won’t even think about comforting you about that at first, it simply doesn’t cross his mind that this could upset you

but then he can physically see just how uncomfortable you are- now he’s confused, why didn’t you say anything? why’d you let him do all the talking ?

it’s hard to explain, so you don’t at first . even if you and noir are sharing your lives, it’s still a really difficult conversation to have that he admittedly won’t understand right off the bat

for now, you brush it off. he’s a little hesitant to drop it, since you seem so gloomy once it’s happened, but he won’t push as long as you’re smiling again sometime soon

to him, a name is a name but he can’t understand that sort of significance

NOW if you meet one of those excuses for people that intentionally do that shit to invalidate you or make you feel shit, then it’s on sight

say it’s someone you’re “acquainted” with, that knows you and what reality you live

the first time noir ever hears you get deadnamed or misgendered by them, it’s similar to the last time that he expects it to be an honest mistake

but then they don’t apologise, and maybe they do it again

now noir is getting irritated, starts to actively call them out and be like “excuse you?”

expects them to apologise and correct themselves, if they don’t then you will actually have to either pull noir out of there or watch him do the charleston on a corpse because now they’re just being disrespectful

we all know noir has some anger issues

if you stop him or look off after that interaction, he’ll definitely ask about it again, way more insistent this time

you’ll explain to him that these issues are delicate, that sometimes it’s not safe to confront people like that, that’s one of the reasons you get nervous

does not get it

noir’s like “wh ): but they’re wrong!” and he’s so very confused

you’ve gotta sit down and have a really detailed conversation for him to get it, ideally a slideshow featuring many colours (primarily purple, please)

you have to really explain to him why your deadname is bitter tasting and should never be uttered again, lest the world ends

no, you explain the genuine implications of someone calling you that out of arrogance, what the name means to you now and how it makes you feel- the bad associations and you even explain the transgender terms to him, like deadname

and then you’ve gotta explain how some people genuinely aren’t accepting, that people die over this

he looks like a kicked puppy for like a split second when it clicks in his head that people are intentionally trying to hurt you sometimes, but then he’s right back to himself + determination

yknow that audio that’s like “NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?” “never give up :’(“ that’s you two, he’s ur hype man 30’s style

speaking of 30’s it’s not like he’s unfamiliar with closed minds and all that, that time was full of them- he just wants to believe that people aren’t like that to begin with, but he’s not naive

but trans issues are new to him, so he’s clueless, figured it would be normalised at least in your dimension

whenever you find yourselves in those situations again, his first thought is to make the transphobe become extinct

but he’s learned . he’s advancing and he also cares a lot about your well being, so he kinda just side eyes you until you either walk away with him or ultimately give him permission to get down and devious with a handgun

then he just makes it a point to avoid these interactions at all for both of ur sake

he thinks he’s being discreet by loudly announcing things like “oh! it’s mY BOYFRIEND/HUSBAND Y/N ! HE is here ! my stag ! my stallion of a man !”

“hello, honey! how are he?” what

dysphoria does not exist, he killed it

he’ll drop his hat onto your head all of the time, usually just because you look so handsome in it

but, throughout the 30’s, hats like his represented masculinity, and you’re one hell of a man

so if you’re ever feeling dysphoric, fear not ! now you’ve got a swanky hat to remind you of just how handsome and manly you are- because you are a boy and noir will be damned if you ever second guess that

he’s still a confused golden retriever of a man, but he’s got the spirit- he just can’t understand how people are so cruel and why it doesn’t just make sense

it’s so simple to him, you are y/n, one hell of a spider-man

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first of all, you made me cry, how dare u (this is fine and i’m okay, ily)

my dad was the one who outed me, i tried to let him be involved in this part of my life and gave him the opportunity to be a dad, but he failed . he angrily spewed to everyone, those who didn’t already know found out by the end of the day and yeah, it sucks

but i’m the living embodiment of it is what it is, so we ball

it was really nice of you though, to say those things, thank you :] i like for people to perceive me as this funny guy with no enemies kinda vibe, but sometimes life gets the better of you

if anyone’s reading this and they ever find themselves in this situation, if you can, just cut them out ur life; it’s not worth it and you’re better off

live laugh love spider man

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‧⁺˚･༓☼ Masterlist☽༓･˚⁺‧

Here's my collection of works! I'll have everything noted on whether it's a one shot or a WIP. I hope you enjoy!!

Key:

Fluff - ⁂

Smut - ☠

Trigger Warnings will be listed at the beginning of fics/chapters if applicable. (Please reach out if you feel anything was missed and I will make sure to add it in quickly!)

The Fine Print : *I do not own any of Greta Van Fleet's property. They are simply muses for my writing! Intended for fictional purposes only. Nothing is meant to be taken seriously and everything will be listed with TW's and summaries*

Redamancy ⁂ - Sam x Reader have been friends for so long but have never admitted their feelings towards one another. Lots of pining. (One Shot)

Playmaker ☠ - Sam x Reader (Hockey AU) After winning a playoff game, Sam decides to take you out for drinks and that leads to a fun night. (One Shot)

Succulent ☠️ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) take a little trip to Vermont for Valentine’s Day where Sam cooks up a nice dinner with a great idea for dessert. (One Shot)

Sparrow Of The Dawn ⁂ ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) - Temporarily On Hiatus Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor. |Enemies to Lovers | Forced Proximity | Workplace Romance | Multi Chapter Series|

Cloak and Dagger ☠ - Josh x reader attend a halloween party but have to leave early because they can't wait any longer to devour each other. (One Shot)

Satiate ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) - Quinn is sweet enough to make breakfast in bed, but also has a devious little plan for their favorite person. (One Shot)

Your Bones ⁂ - Daniel x Reader spend a cozy rainy afternoon together. (One Shot)

Saccharine ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) spend a sweet Valentine's Day making cinnamon rolls together and then have a cozy evening away. (One Shot)

Slapshot ☠ - Jake x Reader (Hockey AU) After watching how well he played, you can't keep your hands to yourself on the way home. But he has just the way to help take care of that. (One Shot)

Oh Darling ☠ - Jake x Reader (Vampire AU) Jake has never been known for anything more than a one night stand but can you change his mind? (One Shot) Siren ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) get stuck at the bar on Valentine’s Day, but Jake makes sure to make it up to her after the bar closes. (One Shot)

A 4 Book interconnected series about the boys living in a small town in New England. Where they find love in the most unexpected ways. The bar was Jake’s dream, but somehow is helping everybody else’s dreams come true as well. Rom-Com • Enemies To Lovers • Love At First Sight • Rekindled High School Sweethearts • Workplace Romance • AU - Boys x OCs

Masterpost

Currently posting Sparrow of The Dawn!

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Dueling Cameras ⁂ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) decide to make getting pumpkins into a little competition (per usual) (One Shot)

Josh - Chiaroscuro ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) attend a local film festival where Josh gets to present a short film he's directed. (One Shot)

Danny - Spooks & Cider ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) Back in high school, go to a Fall Festival where Melody faces her fear of the Haunted House. (One Shot)

Jake - Affirmation ⁂ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) find themselves in an oddities shop where Charlotte has her tarot cards read, whether she believes in it or not. (One Shot)

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Be Naughty, Save Santa The Trip ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) Sam runs late after a shoot and Willa leaves him a little surprise for when he gets back home to her. (One Shot)

Josh - Merry Everything & A Happy Always ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) have always had the tradition of baking cookies together, but Josh sets up a scavenger hunt for Quinn to bake some this time for a very special reason. (One Shot)

Danny - It's The Most Wonderful Time of Year ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) took on hosting Christmas dinner with everybody but unfortunately for Daniel, nothing is going smoothly. (One Shot)

Jake - White Christmas ☠ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) have a million and one things to do on Christmas Day and Charlotte is already stressed by 6 am. Thankfully, Jake knows exactly how to calm her down. (One Shot)

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[ask-insane-ler]

[OOC] Intro to the AskBlog!

۩ - Oh hey there fellas! Name's Akayraly and I'm more than happy to introduce y'all to my own Onceler AU/OC within this AskBlog!

─☠─

[-] First of all, the real name of the AU is "Once Hurt, Twice The Price"

[-] Created in September 27th of this year (2023)!

[-] Theme Songs:

"Volatile Times" by IAMX

"Twisted" by MISSIO

"Mama's Boy" by Dominic Fike

"Fire" by That Handsome Devil

"Copycat" by Billie Eilish

[-] It has a bit of horror and thriller aesthetic, angst/tragedy vibes as well

─☠─

- Now, answering some possible questions:

"Where did the inspiration to create him come from?"

Well, I actually didn't inspire myself on other stuff to create him at all! I just had the idea in my head and I thought it would be really cool to develop it into a full AU.

"He goes only by Insane-ler or can I call him something else?"

Actually Insane-ler is a nickname one of his brothers called him once to insult him, but he kinda doesn't mind being called that, it fits his current mental state right now.

Although, don't call him Oncie, he hates it, really. Beanpole is kinda okay tho, but preferebly don't call him that.

Y'all can call him just Onceler or maybe even just Once or Ler, also Insey for short of Insane-ler :>

"What kind of mental problems does he have?"

He doesn't have any specific mental disorders, but he is indeed very unstable and crazy. Some words might trigger his rage and make him have some crises (like Oncie, as I mentioned), so be careful what you're gonna ask him, or else.... >:)

"Can I make fanart of him?"

YES! YES YES YES!!

I would LOVE fanarts of him! Just a reminder that, NO NSFW!

I wouldn't like any kind of sexual themes being involved with him, please, this kind of things make me uncomfortable.

But gore/horror themed fanarts are more than welcome!! I WOULD LOVE THEM! His AU has gore and some horror to it after all.

"Can I ship him with another Onceler AU/OC?"

I mean, he is most likely gray aromantic and ace (very difficult to feel any romantic and no sexual attraction at all), but, I don't mind ships! And fanarts of these ships are okay as well, as long as they aren't explicit, because just like I said, no NSFW please :>

"What is his tag?"

#insane-ler or #insaneler

Both do the job!

"What if I post something for him to see? And for you to see?"

Ping @ask-insane-ler if you want him to see something

Ping @akayralylegacy if you want me to see something

"I have a Onceler AU/OC and want to collab with yours, can I do that?"

YES! I WOULD APPRECIATE THAT!

"Does his AU contain any sensitive/heavy topics?"

Yes it does. It has some sensitive/heavy topics such as s3lf-h4rm, and his AU could be rated +16 for other topics such as kinda strong language, drug usage, violence, etc. So, if you're sensitive to any of these, you're warned.

─☠─

I think that's pretty much it for now! I really hope y'all enjoy talking to my insane boy X3

#onceler #onceler au #onceler fandom #onceler oc #oncelings #the onceler #the onceler fandom #insaneler #insane-ler

[penniesxdimes]

"I don't take orders from you."

"No. Don't suppose ya do, kiddo. But takin' some well learned advice from time to time might keep you from gettin' banged up like this."

@shootsxruns

#〘⋯☠Asks-My favorite sound in the world is the silence after the first gunshot.⋯〛 #shootsxruns #〘⋯☠Trigger Warning⋯〛 #〘⋯☠TW: Violence⋯〛 #tw: violence #violence #tw: violent content #tw: blood #tw: gore #〘⋯☠TW: Child Muse⋯〛 #cw child muse

[fathertofatality]

@deafandstoned​ sent an inbox meme: DD/LB

Kink Rating Scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

fathertofatality:

◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇

{!!} – ❝I don’t fucking get it. Weird fantasy to have, if you ask me.❞ The reproachful crease in Andrew’s brow illustrated the frankness of his distaste, ❝I know it's essentially s'posed to be a form of power-play, but I don’t see how you'd get anything out of pretending to be a little kid, or fucking someone else who’s pretending to be a little kid. What the fuck is that? Sounds like diet paedophilia to me.❞

#☠ Verse; Default Unaffiliated #☠ Interaction: fathertofatality/deafandstoned #☠ TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS

[redamancy-writes]

m.list

Latest post-   The Video Store  ♡ 11/27/2023

Indexing: Angst- ☁, Fluff- ♡, Smut- ☆, Trigger Warnings- ☠

The Lost Boys 1987

 Blood Bag ☁ ♡

Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Female! Reader

When you feel like nothing more than a blood bag to the boys, they inform you it is quite the opposite. 

Ride of a Lifetime ☁ ♡

Pairing: David x Female! Reader

You were scared about David's secret, so you ran away. But now you're back, will you accept his offer for a ride of a lifetime?

Jealousy on the Boardwalk ♡ ☠

Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Female! Reader

Jealous - fiercely protective or vigilant of one's rights or possessions.

Warnings: Language, some violence, cat-calling at reader. Nothing too graphic

Slowly ☁ ♡ ☠

Pairing: Dwayne x Gender Neutral! Reader Dwayne notices something is off with you, and while you don't want to disclose what's going on, he makes it better. Warnings: Mention of bad home-life, nothing graphic but it is in there

Payment ♡

Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Female! Reader

For waking you up, you demand payment from the boys. 

Warnings: None

The Boys with a Fem!Werewolf S/O ♡

Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Female! Reader

Request: Lost boys with a female S/O who is a dire wolf werewolf. She’s very sassy with the attitude of Clawdeen. 

Warnings: None

The Video Store  ♡

Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Gender Neutral! Reader

The boys always bother you at the video store you work at, tonight was different, promising more to come. 

Warnings: None

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Nothing yet 

The House of Wax

Promise ♡☁

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x Reader

When Bo comes back bruised and beaten from dealing with tourists, he promises you he’s okay despite his injuries

Warnings: None

The Boy

Nothing yet 

Halloween 

How Michael Myer's would treat you as an S/O ♡

Request Rules/FAQ

#masterlist

[bleach-your-panties]

💔♡☠︎  M̸H̸A̸ 𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘☠︎♡💔

💔𝖇𝖞 @𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱-𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻-𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼

RELEASE DATE: October 1st, 2023

RELEASE SCHEDULE: Every Sunday, Friday, and Saturday in October, alongside Kinktober 2023. Multiple uploads on a single day will be HIGHLY possible, as well as extension into November.

Inspired by: haikyuu!! bad boyfriends: the series, by @martellprincess-writes

series theme: bad - wale ft. tiara thomas

others:    bad romance - lady gaga

             the hills - the weeknd 

        wicked games - the weeknd

 memories back then - t.i. ft.  b.o.b and kendrick lamar

—--

Is it bad, that, I never made love? 

No, I never did it, but I sure know how to fuck

—--

Author's Note: As someone who has been in two different abusive relationships, I feel like I can provide an in-depth perspective on different types of traits that I saw and experienced from the people that I was in these relationships with. This series is MEANT to be triggering, but also to be entertaining and most importantly, informational about what to be wary of while dating or pursuing a potential partner. In no way do I condone or support any of the actions taken by the characters, and in some instances, by Reader-chan. You will most likely get triggered while reading this, as will I while writing it. Still, I come to you as an advocate and as a survivor, to show that you CAN break free from the toxic cycle of abuse. You are beautiful and you are strong. I love you all and thank you for your continued support on this platform. 

Warnings: 21+ DARK CONTENT WARNING. MDNI. Female reader unless otherwise stated. This series will contain dark content, explicit sexual content, as well as toxic relationships written in-depth. There will be all types of abuse written explicitly in this series, as well as other extremely triggering subjects. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised. No one under 18 should be on my page anyway, but if you are under 18, exit this post NOW. If you message me complaints about something I warned you about beforehand, you will be blocked. Also, don't message me about misrepresenting your favs. This is not meant to show them in a positive light. Thank you.

*Completed/uploaded fics will be highlighted in purple.

—--------

I can't promise that I'll be good to you

Because I had some issues

I won't commit

No, not having it

But at least I can admit

That I'll be bad, no, to you (to you)

Yeah, I'll be good in bed, but I'll be bad to you

—--------

💟🔏Masterlist'̸Schedule☣️💟:

💔10.01: Y̶o̶ S̶h̶i̶n̶d̶o̶u̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠ ⒫⒜⒯⒣⒪⒧⒪⒢⒤⒞⒜⒧ ⒧⒤⒜⒭

🖤10.06: T̶o̶u̶y̶a̶ T̶o̶d̶o̶r̶o̶k̶i̶ _-̶⒯⒣⒠⒡⒤⒩⒜⒩⒞⒤⒜⒧⒜⒝⒰⒮⒠⒭

💔10.07: T̶e̶n̶y̶a̶ I̶i̶d̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒞⒪⒩⒯⒭⒪⒧⒧⒤⒩⒢⒪⒩⒠

🖤10.08: E̶i̶i̶j̶i̶r̶o̶u̶ K̶i̶r̶i̶s̶h̶i̶m̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒯⒲⒪-⒡⒜⒞⒠⒟⒪⒩⒠

💔10.13⭐️: S̶e̶i̶j̶i̶ S̶h̶i̶s̶h̶i̶k̶u̶r̶a̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒢⒜⒮⒧⒤⒢⒣⒯⒠⒭,

K̶a̶t̶s̶u̶k̶i̶ B̶a̶k̶u̶g̶o̶u̶ -̶

⒯⒣⒠⒞⒪⒨⒫⒠⒯⒤⒯⒪⒭

🖤10.14: S̶en̶ K̶a̶i̶b̶a̶r̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒨⒜⒩⒤⒫⒰⒧⒜⒯⒪⒭

💔10.15: I̶n̶a̶s̶a̶ Y̶o̶a̶r̶a̶s̶h̶i̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒨⒤⒮⒪⒢⒴⒩⒤⒮⒯⒤⒞⒪⒩⒠

🖤10.20: T̶e̶t̶s̶u̶t̶e̶t̶s̶u̶ T̶e̶t̶s̶u̶t̶e̶t̶s̶u̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒣⒴⒫⒠⒭⒮⒠⒳⒰⒜⒧⒪⒩⒠

💔10.21: S̶h̶i̶h̶a̶i̶ K̶u̶r̶o̶i̶r̶o̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒲⒠⒜⒦-⒨⒤⒩⒟⒠⒟⒪⒩⒠

🖤10.22: S̶h̶o̶t̶o̶ T̶o̶d̶o̶r̶o̶k̶i̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒰⒩⒨⒪⒯⒤⒱⒜⒯⒠⒟⒪⒩⒠

💔10.27: H̶i̶r̶y̶u̶u̶ R̶i̶n̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒝⒠⒧⒤⒯⒯⒧⒠⒭

🖤10.28: F̶u̶m̶i̶k̶a̶g̶e̶ T̶o̶k̶o̶y̶a̶m̶i̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒤⒩⒮⒠⒞⒰⒭⒠⒪⒩⒠

💔10.29: H̶i̶t̶o̶s̶h̶i̶ S̶h̶i̶n̶s̶o̶u̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒰⒩⒟⒠⒭⒞⒪⒱⒠⒭⒧⒪⒱⒠⒭

🖤10.31⭐️: Y̶o̶s̶e̶t̶s̶u̶ A̶w̶a̶s̶e̶ -⒯⒣⒠⒧⒠⒠⒞⒣, I̶t̶e̶j̶i̶r̶o̶ T̶o̶t̶e̶k̶i̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒰⒩⒮⒰⒫⒫⒪⒭⒯⒤⒱⒠⒪⒩⒠

💔11.05: H̶a̶n̶t̶a̶ S̶e̶r̶o̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒩⒪⒩⒞⒪⒨⒤⒯⒯⒜⒧⒪⒩⒠

🖤11.10: M̶e̶z̶o̶u̶ S̶h̶o̶j̶i̶-̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒞⒧⒜⒮⒮⒤⒞⒜⒝⒰⒮⒠⒭

💔11.11: M̶a̶s̶h̶i̶r̶a̶o̶ O̶j̶i̶r̶o̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒭⒜⒢⒠⒭

🖤11.12: T̶a̶m̶a̶k̶i̶ A̶m̶a̶j̶i̶k̶i̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒯⒜⒦⒠⒩⒪⒩⒠

💔11.17: M̶i̶r̶i̶o̶ T̶o̶g̶a̶t̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒩⒜⒭⒞⒤⒮⒮⒤⒮⒯

🖤11.18: K̶o̶s̶e̶i̶ T̶s̶u̶b̶u̶r̶a̶b̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒠⒡⒡⒠⒨⒤⒩⒜⒯⒠⒪⒩⒠

#bnha #mha #mhascenarios #mha x reader #mha imagines #tw: abuse #tw: emotional abuse #tw: gaslighting #tw: sucidal thoughts #tw: sui ideation #tw: mental abuse #tw: violence #tw: verbal abuse #mha x female reader #mha dark content #tw: dark content #tw: physical abuse #tw: manipulation #💔🖤 mha bad boyfriends #tw: #tw: abortion #mha x female reader dark content #triggering subjects #read at your own risk #💗💗🍡°series #byp🌹

[twsthc]

ignihyde headcanons and projections ☠

⚠️ warnings: disordered eating habits, and ortho exclusion </3 idk enough about him yet, i'm sorry!!!

last updated: mar 29, 2024

IDIA SHROUD !! ☠💽

🇹🇷🇬🇷🇵🇷🇯🇵 BISEXUAL NONBINARY TRANSNEU (he/they/it/xe++)

APPEARANCE HCS:

my hcs are basically the same as what zvezdacito draws them like

below is basically what he would look like if he had less acne and facial hair

acne scars, pimples, tiny mustache, tiny beard, hooked nose

xe get insanely pale in the winter but tan in the summer (if they go outside)

really extremely random but i think idia would enjoy femcel jokercore hikikkomori makeup. trust me bro.

RANDOM HCS:

his room is a constant mess, littered with energy drinks, clothes, unopened packages, discarded homework, books/manga etc etc.

they have multiple manga bookshelves and space for fandom items

╰ on every surface there's a figure or stuffed animal/nui, and his walls are absolutely covered in posters

constant back pain because of his gamer posture™

makes references no one gets in the middle of conversation

he also uses terms like "kekw" and "oshi" out of nowhere like a normal person would know what the hell he's talking about

uses XD :3 ;-; on a daily basis and u can't convince me otherwise actually

he likes to collect things, even if they aren't animanga/game related. has a few colorful cans that he thought looked cool and lots of trinkets

other than little trinkets, he's definitely collected animanga/game pins, bookmarks, rare figures, signed books, etc

PTSD, NPD, onset schizophrenia, schizoid disorder, autism, social anxiety, and selective mutism (he uses his ipad to communicate when he can't talk!)

triggering content ahead !!

after his brother died he spiraled a lot

still gets nightmares about what happened

couldn't get out of bed for a while after that, and stopped eating for days at a time

after, he turned to the internet to cope which was... not a good idea

was probably exposed to a lot of bad shit/people early on

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #ignihyde #idia shroud #projecting #twsthc