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SOME KILLARS!!!!!!!!!! JASON AND A NEW LAD NAMED BRONSON OR BUTCHER.....

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Oh my god Rambo Jason *blushes*

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[ Mommy....? ]

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Axe to the head 🪓

Friday The 13th part 3

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Richard Brooker as Jason Voorhees in Friday the 13th Part III 01/?

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I've been wanting to make a Kirsty Funko Pop for awhile now to go along with my Pinhead Pop. Getting to share it with Ashley was such an amazing experience!

Hopefully Funko will make an official Kirsty! In fact, I'd love to see them make a whole Hellraiser line.

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my entry for yuletide 2023! was a blast getting to write for a new fandom and to immerse myself in the world of hellraiser for a bit. hope you guys enjoy!

my, my, those eyes like fire (kirsty cotton x pinhead, hellraiser, rated: m)

“Kirsty Cotton.” Her name sits heavy in his mouth, strange on his tongue. Warm, as though he were greeting an old friend. She hates the way it makes her shudder. “Tell me, are you ready at last to receive our gift?”

“Your pain,” she croaks. “That’s what you mean, isn’t it? That’s all I’d ever get from you.” Pain, horror, heartbreak, the kind that razes at her flesh like a knife.

“Sensation,” he corrects, black eyes flashing in the dim light of her bedside lamp. “The likes of which few shall know, and even fewer shall deserve.”

“And I deserve it?” she bites out, her fingers twisting into fists atop her naked knees.

The entity’s lips twitch in the facsimile of a smile. “You ache for it.”

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One more edit made for me, but now of this couple that i'm so slave...

Pinhead + Kirsty = Pinsty Supremacy!

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#slasher fandom #slasher community #slashers #slasher movies #pinhead #kirsty cotton #hellraiser #hellraiser hellbound #edits #couple edit #ship edit #doug bradley #ashley laurence #pinsty #pinhead x kirsty #kirsty x pinhead #evanescence #haunted #lovers #80s horror #horror movies #horror edit

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Freddy vs. Jason

ROUND2

FIGHT!!

((忘了畫Freddy的剃刀手套了...

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Potent

You’re the psychiatrist tasked to diagnose Michael Myers after his latest killing spree. He doesn’t appreciate your line of questioning. Michael Myers!Female Reader.

masterlist 🩷 ao3

tags: non con, rough sex, hair pulling, stalking, slasher, knife, injury, overstimulation, unprotected sex, squirting, humiliation, pwp

The room wasn’t pitch black but it was dark, dark enough that Michael appeared as a silhouette to you. He had chains around his arms, and his ankles, fixing him to the wall behind him, his head hanging low, so you could only see the mess of dark curls on his head. You knew he was young, but seeing it in the flesh somehow made him even more menacing.

“Is that legal?” You asked, nodding to the chains.

“It’s the only way to keep him down, ma’am.” The guard grunted at you and you sighed, taking a seat in the only chair in the small room. From this angle, Michael’s tall and muscular form was even more intimidating. They didn’t have prison jumpsuits in his size, apparently, as the fabric threatened to tear around his biceps and his thighs. He wasn’t even flexing.

“Hello, Michael.” You said solemnly. “I’m your state ordered psychiatrist.” He didn’t respond, he didn’t lift his head. You hadn’t expected anything else. You’d read Doctor Loomis’ notes. Michael was selectively mute, and he had been since he was six years old. You didn’t expect one session with you would do anything to change that. Still, you were paid to do a job, so you were prepared to go through the motions.

“I’m here to try and determine why you would commit another murder fifteen years after your first episode.” Nothing. “What made you do it, Michael? Were you jealous? Those young teenagers out living their lives while you’re in confinement?” No response. “It must be hard to socialise in the hospital, there can’t be anyone there your age, certainly no girls.” More silence. “It must be hard to meet girls, right, Michael?” The chains didn’t even rattle. “You killed a lot of girls tonight, Michael. Young, pretty girls. But you didn’t rape any of them. Perhaps it’s your impotence that made you kill them, are you jealous of that?” Michael didn’t say a word, the only thing you could hear was his breathing, even that sounded calm.

You probed him with a few more unanswered questions for the better part of an hour before you finally left, with only a few meagre notes but nothing else.

Your phone vibrated on your drive back but you ignored it until you were opening the door to your office. It was a missed call from the prison and a voicemail. You dumped your bag and Michael’s file on your desk and pressed a button on your phone to listen to it but before you could, your office door banged loudly.

You span around, completely unprepared to see Michael Myers standing in the gaping hole where your door used to be. The prison jumpsuit was gone, and replaced with the dark blue of a mechanic’s boilersuit, undoubtedly that used to belong to a poor, dead mechanic lying between the prison and here. His mask sat menacingly over his curls, giving you that eerie blank gaze as he walked into your office, raising his knife in his right hand.

“M-Michael!” You stuttered, scurrying back and hitting your desk. “What are you doing here? What-” He didn’t stop until he was in front of you, only a few inches of air separating your two bodies. You clutched the edge of your desk as you looked up at him, he was at least two feet taller than you, his mask glanced down and watching you, his chest rising and falling with that calm, calm breath.

“Please don’t do this.” You begged uselessly, paralysed with fear. He raised the knife and you sobbed and closed your eyes. The crack of wood jolted your eyes open. Michael’s blade was embedded in your desk, spearing through his file. The tip penetrating one hastily scribbled word. Impotent.

“What-” You tried, your brain a scrambled mess. Michael, apparently furious by your accusation, gripped you by the elbow and threw you down onto the couch. It was black leather and it hurt when you collided with it. You screamed as Michael fisted your hair and suddenly you were tasting leather, face down on the cushion and ass in the air.

Michael hiked your skirt up over your hips and ripped through your tights and panties with one swift movement. Your heart thudded in your chest. You tried to plead but his cock was already in you, splitting your unprepared cunt open on what you could only imagine was a fucking massive cock. He held you down immobile as he slammed into you. It was a brutal, fast fuck, carving open your insides like a pumpkin, lasting only a minute before he was stilling and cumming up your cunt. You gasped in pain and surprise and then he pulled out, the thick pressure suddenly gone from you, only a gaping hole with Michael’s spunk dripping out remained.

You breathed heavily against the leather. Your cunt felt like it was on fire. Shame and pain washed over you. The hand in your hair was still holding strong but honestly, you were too fucking scared to move. Michael had just raped you, cum inside you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You sobbed into the couch before you felt Michael’s fingers digging into your sore, empty cunt. They were nearly as big as his cock and you wailed. “Fuck, no, Michael, not again, please!”

He doesn’t listen, fingering you brutally, twisting the thick digits in your cunt and against your sweet spot until you were squirting all over his hand with a cry.

He pulled out suddenly, surprised by the reaction, and all you could do was whimper as he landed a sharp spank on your cunt, your clit, catching all of you in his large hand. The force of it sent tremors through your whole body and you screamed. He did it again, and again, and again, landing firm, sharp spanks over your sensitive slit, your clit trembling desperately against him. You sobbed in pain, begging him to stop, until finally he did, flipping you over on the couch until you were facing him.

You could see your cunt like this, how bright red and swollen it was, you could also see Michael towering over you. His cock was as big as it felt, curved and veined and wet with you, his fingers were too - all four of them - and he curled his hand around your hip to yank you down the couch and sink his cock right back inside you.

You gurgled. Your cunt was so spent and sore and sensitive but you couldn’t even protest as Michael clamped his huge hand around your neck and held you still, pounding you and forcing you to watch it happen. His cock going in and out, in and out, coming out wetter each time, and everytime he filled you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your toes curled in the small of his back. It felt incredible, and you couldn’t stop yourself cumming and squirting all over both of you.

Michael slowed his thrusts a little when you did, dragging his hand through your folds and gathering the wetness there. You whined when he threw it in your face, breaking down into fresh sobs at the humiliating act.

His cock sped back up again and you were delirious with it, clenching down on him. It felt like he was in your fucking guts but you didn’t want him anywhere else. Your hand migrated down without realising, rubbing your desperate little clit until you came again with a moan.

Michael pulled out of you with enough force to make your head spin, and when you managed to glance down, you saw his cock bobbing wetly at your hole, trying desperately to find your wet opening again, but his hands were on your cunt, pulling your lips apart and inspecting the little nub still trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm.

He took your clit in his fingers and twisted cruelly, forcing your back to arch and a gurgled scream to make its way out of your throat. You were so sensitive and not meant to bend that way but he didn’t care, doing it again and making you screech like a banshee. He shoved back inside you at the same time, fucking you harder and stronger than before as he twisted and rubbed your clit with cruel fingers until it was raw and you were clenching and crying and cumming with a painful intensity you’d never felt before.

“Fuck, Michael, fuck, stop!”

He fucked you with long, brutal strokes for the longest few minutes of your life before he finally stilled, filling up your aching cunt with the second load of the night. It didn’t even drip back out of you with how deep he was. You imagined the white seed was splashing your cervix.

You were shivering in oversensitivity, your entire body a wreck as Michael finally pulled his softening cock out of your wrecked hole and slapped it against your puffy slit a few times, making you jolt.

He zipped up and went back to your desk, retrieving his knife from the cracked wood. His file fluttered to the ground. You expected him to kill you, but he didn’t, he just went back to the ruined door and left. You were sure you imagined him tucking your ripped panties into his pocket on the way out.

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I said what I said 😏

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simon riley, possessiveness and hickeys.

your boyfriend, simon, can't help but feel incredibly possessive over you. he doesn't like when you wear something skimpy, something revealing, especially if he's not going to be there to protect you.

he often worries that someone will take advantage of you while you're drunk, or won't realise that you're in a committed relationship, which is why simon feels the need to leave hickeys along your body. you don't even notice it, too distracted by the pleasure between your thighs. at first, it's a small hickey between your supple thighs while he's eating you out slowly and messily, preparing you for his dick.

then, it's more obvious hickeys, where people are bound to see them. simon's grip on your waist is tight, his thick and girthy cock stuffed inside your cunt and filling your tight hole, your folds swollen and puffy around his shaft. your chest rises and falls rapidly, with simon sucking a dark hickey onto your left tit through deep and hoarse groans, his dark eyebrows furrowed together and his dick throbbing and pulsing at the sounds of your moans and gasps. he pays attention to the sounds of your breathing, his lengthy cock twitching when you suck in a sharp breath.

and if you attempt to conceal them with makeup or with a hoodie, he'll just leave them in places you can't hide.

let everyone know, love.

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Makarov's tattoos and what it can mean

Attention! This post is just a guess as to what significance Vladimir Makarov's tattoos from the new Call of Duty MWIII trailer might have. There are many different opinions about what different tattoos mean, so my opinion is not the main one!

In Russia there is a so-called tattoo culture among those who are or have been in prison (this seems to be the case in other countries as well). Many tattoos make sense if you've been in jail.

Now I will try to make out what the tattoos on Makarov's body mean.

The tattoo that caught my particular attention is the wolf tattoo on the back. This is the meaning of the leader, the head of the pack. This is obvious because throughout the video, we see how other prisoners fear Makarov as he is led through the corridors of the prison. He clearly has authority.

There is also a cathedral tattoo below the wolf. There are so many different meanings of these tattoos in prisons: someone says that each dome is a 1 year in prison. But there is information that the number of domes is the number of times a person has been in prison. It can be assumed that Makarov was in prison 4 times, or was in prison for 4 years. Here the information is different.

Skulls near the church - can also mean different things. Either this is the number of victims of Makarov, or it is his belonging to any power that he has.

Star tattoos on the back on either side of the wolf. This is the so-called "wind rose". Usually this tattoo is for the shoulders, it means belonging to a high caste of prisoners. But even here the information is different! Such tattoos can also be filled by those who are against the regime in which they are in prison.

"Волков бояться - в лес не ходить" - tattoo on Makarov's stomach. This is russian proverb translate like "If you afraid of wolves - dont go to the woods". This proverb literally has the following meaning: "to achieve any success, you must take risks, act boldly."

Eagle tormenting a woman. There is a direct meaning of such a tattoo - this means that the criminal is an ordinary bully, rowdy. Committing a crime is a fun pastime for him.

Also, the tattoo, presented in the form of a double-headed eagle, indicates that a person corresponds to the life principles characteristic of a "thief in law": he never informs on anyone, does not steal from his loved ones, including cellmates, and does not cooperate with state. For him, this is the main position in life, which he will never change under any circumstances.

Tattoos on the shoulders in the form of shoulder straps have several meanings generally accepted in the underworld. Such a tattoo may indicate the wearer's refusal to take the path of correction. It is made by robbers and murderers who have committed serious crimes and consider themselves an elite in the criminal environment.

"Knife on the neck" (In this case, just below the neck) demonstrates the bestial, predatory essence of the owner of the tattoo. Such a person will use a weapon without blinking an eye. It is noteworthy that in order to apply a tattoo with a knife, you do not need to be in any particular hierarchy. Such tattoos can be applied by all criminals with experience in handling edged weapons.

In the russian criminal world, a tattoo with a skull means that a person belongs to the thieves' environment and the desire for power.

For prisoners, a death tattoo with a scythe means: “Capable of killing”, that is, it was done mainly by people who consider themselves dangerous to society, or such a tattoo can become a warning: “I will get to you!”, A reminder that death always walks near.

I'm not sure I got it right, but I think it's a bat tattoo under the chest on either side of the scale tattoo. This creature is associated with the night even in ordinary life. It embodies invisibility, courage and invulnerability.

I did not find any meaning of the scales tattoo in the prison world, but in general, scales mean balance, harmony and purposefulness (but I'm not sure about this, after all, this is Makarov …) It is worth considering that claws and the same eight-pointed star flaunt on the scales.

From everything we can conclude that Makarov is a big man in the criminal world. He has connections and power, and wants to reach even greater heights (all this is clear just from the video, because we see how all the prisoners are afraid of him). But how he will be connected with other characters and what will happen - we will find out either in the trailer on August 17, or when the game itself comes out …

Well, it was a small analysis of Vladimir Makarov's tattoos. These are all the tattoos that I could see in the trailer. If more of his tattoos appear in good quality - perhaps I will write down their meanings!

I remind you that all tattoos and their meanings may differ from everything I wrote about. I found most of the information on the Internet, some of which I knew before.

POSSIBLE, none of the tattoos carry the meaning that I wrote about. Perhaps Makarov has his own meaning for each tattoo. But we don't know that yet.

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MAKAROV Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)

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Vladimir Makarov (a. Julian Kostov) in “Peligro” by Pleso Pluma (music video) | Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III

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how they would kiss you for the first time? or would you have to make the move? how would their reaction be?🥺

kissing headcannons 💋 (141 + könig)

; you kiss them for the first time

könig 👑

fuck, my mind goes crazy for nerd/loser!könig specifically in this situation. it's during a movie. you're his first date, his first girlfriend. his breathing is quick, laborious, and heavy when he gazes at you, cupping your jaw suddenly to press his lips against yours. he's a horrible kisser, honestly. but you're so in love that you don't care, not focusing on the movie but instead making out with him.

soap mactavish 🧼

soap is bold, he's cocky and confident with what he's doing. it's while he's drunk, his eyelids heavy with drunkenness, the smell and taste of alcohol against your lips. he's a great kisser actually, making out with you, sloppy and messy.

captain price 🥃

price is also pretty confident, although he hesitates beforehand. you're his soldier, a sergeant, he trusts you with his life, and finally makes the move when you're shot. it's almost fatal, your eyes closed and your body coated in blood. you're awoken in the medical room after being treated for your injuries, his large hand intertwined with yours, looking over at you with concern.

simon riley 👻

simon is nervous, although he doesn't look like it. it's while you're on the field together. it's unprofessional and he definitely shouldn't have, but he leans in, finally kissing you randomly before continuing. you can't focus, dizzy with heart eyes the entire time, a smirk visible on his face.

gaz garrick 🧢

gaz would kiss you before a deployment. he's been going out with you for a little bit, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't head over heels for you. he presses his lips against yours, handing you a bouquet of flowers before leaving. he's all you can think about, and you dream of having him in your arms again, kissing his face all over for teasing you like that.