#murder mentioned

[disasterousduo]

I have two new AUS, SAMS AUS…

-I have one where Sun gets rid of Eclipse… but also himself… Moon doesn’t take this well… at all… (AU called Dead Sun)

-After July 16th Sun kinda is addicted to blood.,. he is obsessed with it (thx to Eclipse) and him and Eclipse kinda… merge… together? So yay… (AU called July 16th)

-if you want me to talk about them… OR maybe post some story to these AUS pls let me know and I’ll be happy to share!

#blood mentioned #Murder mentioned #Cinnamon roll turned to murderer #Blood obsession #Fnaf #SAMS AUS #SAMS #sun and moon show #sun and moon show aus #Aus #Let me know if I forget a tag

[lunarmothsystem]

BEING A PERSECUTOR IN A SYSTEM REALLY IS LIKE

"GOD I FUCKIN HATE IT HERE AND HATE EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKING SYSTEM- I WANT TO KILL EVERYONE AND THEN MYSELF"

2 SECONDS LATER I'M IN THE KICHEN MAKING MAC AND CHEESE

#murder mentioned #murder #persecutor #system #HABIT SPEAKS

[young-prince-firefly]

I know y'all missed these! Incorrect quotes part 7?? I have no fucking idea

Mike: I'm a multi-tasker

Liz: Having Tumblr open while stimming isn't multi-tasking

C.C: Can I please feed the ducks?

Izzy: Murder is a genetic trait and it didn't present in CC but it did present in me

Cassidy: Fire doesn't work so try freezing him

Gabriel: Why do I feel like you've been watching MHA?

Mike: Is it bad if I kin assigned all of us as the Todoroki family?

Jeremy: Are my eyes pretty?

Fritz, who is in love: They glitter like the ocean or an Emerald

Susie, who is just sweet: They're full of kindness

Gabriel, a realist: If you find the color green pretty, then yes

Cassidy, a bitch: They're your fucking sight orbs, they're not supposed to be "pretty"

Will: You cannot defeat me!

Cassidy: Okay boomer

Mike: Why... Just why?

CC, surrounded by stacks of banana bread: We were hungry and Susie was stressed

Liz: I love My Little Pony!

Mike: Never look up art on the internet! I made that mistake...

CC: I don't think the art is that bad...... I just don't get why they put Rarity in lingerie

Izzy: I just heard Fritz say, "Who taught Jemmy the fuck word?"

Liz: Doesn't he use the f word all the time?

CC: She censored it

Mike: Oh God, Eliza say Fuck

Izzy: Do it, Liz, say fuck

Will: I love all of my children equally

Will: CC, Elizabeth, and...

Will: *looking at smudged ink on his hand*

Will: Mackerel

Henry: What do we do when we feel sad?

Mike: Arson

Liz: Ice cream

CC: cry

Will: Murder

Izzy: Dye my hair

Charlie: Add to cart

Sammy: Hoes mad

Alexis: Sleep

Aiden: Fake my death

Henry, shaking his head: Y'all need therapy

Mike: and Jesus

Will: Actually, my children are angels

Liz: Begging Will for ice cream

Mike: Laughing at CC

CC: crying his eyes out because a poster had a scary face on it

Maria: Will, sweetie, our children hate us

Charlie: How much to not hate myself

Cashier: Fruit roll-ups cost $5 and a box of Capri suns costs about $3

Charlie: Thanks. You're a life saver

Sammy, playing a monster truck game: And you die! Haha

Mike, setting down the cookies he brought for the twins: Please don't commit murder.

Charlie, trying to listen to music but ads: It's a truck, it wasn't alive to begin with

Mike: I've known how to drive since I was 10. I drove Eliza and CC to get McDonald's.

Jeremy F: Working here will be okay. What could possibly go wrong?

After exactly 5 nights

Jeremy F: It all went wrong!

Mike: Is being a god lonely?

Old man C: Is experiencing everything life has to offer plus more lonely? Is meeting many people and losing them lonely? Is living 8 lifetimes to the fullest lonely?

Old man C: It's not lonely being a god. It's lonely when you give up living because you think you have all the time in the world

Gabriel: You can't eat sandals!

Fritz: Fine! Then I'm becoming a scandal!

#fnaf au #michael afton #cassidy brooks #crying child #swearing #fnaf #firefly posts #deep conversation #fnaf incorrect quotes #peepaw william #henry emily #charlotte emily #samwell emily #sammy emily #charlie emily #old man consequences #murder mentioned #mha mentioned #isabél schmidt vasquez #izzy=scrap baby #alexis voznesensky #aiden thompson #elizabeth afton #funny #gabriel brooks #fritz lee smith #jeremy fitzgerald #jeremy vega #susie jones #maria schmidt

[elisethetraveller]

Emotional Baggage

bold  whatever  applies  to  your  muse ,      italicize  the  things  that  only  somewhat  apply / are  verse  dependent .      repost  don’t  reblog .

been cheated on |   been bullied   | had your heart broken | broken someone’s heart |   told a horrible lie   |   been betrayed   |   been framed / set-up   |   stolen something of value   | overdosed on drugs |   been drunk   | cheated |   bullied   |   been publicly humiliated   | punched someone in the face |   been beaten up   | broken a bone |   been admitted to a hospital   |   put someone in the hospital   |   had a near-death experience   |   been drugged   | done drugs | smoked |   been arrested   | been homeless | been forced to commit a crime | died and came back to life (sort of...) |   kissed someone you weren’t attracted to   |   bled severely   |   killed someone   | been forced to kill someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | watched a loved one die | failed to save/help a loved one |   felt helpless   | watched your world die/disappear |   had your life’s work stolen/destroyed   |   gone without food for over three days   |   gone without sleep for over three days   |   been tortured/questioned   |   been shot   | been stabbed | been poisoned | been held prisoner |   been trapped   | been buried alive | been held hostage |   held someone hostage   | been stuck in a different world/universe/ time |   been abused by someone who should have loved/appreciated/valued you   |   had a panic attack   |   had night terrors   |   been in a car accident   |   lost your job   | lost a fight | had sex with a stranger | been divorced |   been abandoned   | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | been manipulated |   felt used   |   manipulated someone else   | had your memories/mind wiped/stolen or tampered with |   been taken over by a hostile force   |   been terrified   |   played a cruel game on someone   |   been forced to smile   |   felt too many things at once   | laughed when you felt like crying |   been in denial   | been denied | faced your demons 

Tagged by Stolen from; @arkhampsych

Tagging; @masquenoire , @fantomexnoir , @zoophagist , @king-crane , @collidingxworlds , @who-is-muses (Edwin?) & @sanguine-salvation

#ooc #tag meme #headcanon #mention of self-harm #mention of suicide #murder mentioned #Oh the combination of being old and having had a...less than ideal life

[willowlark369]

Crazy Idea 31

Person on Fb: There should be term limits on SCotUS justices!

Other Person: There already are. It's called "retirement & death".

Me: [reading that] Murder is, in fact, frowned upon by most societies, but I do like where you're going with this.

#Magi's Thoughts #Chit Chat #Roe v Wade #Murder mentioned #SCOTUS

[envihellbender]

“Oh god, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.” + Oswald/Victor

Fandom: Gotham

Characters: Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz

Victor was elated and calm when he left the docks, he’d found an empty warehouse to dump his latest victim. He couldn’t be bothered to do anything too special with her, she was just a quick fix as far as he was concerned. He switched his phone back on, and wasn’t surprised when he was greeted with missed calls and the text messages from Oswald. He’d been far too on edge when Victor left to meet his latest target.

He quickly flicked through them. They ranged from: When are you coming home to Are you done yet to a simple ???????? With an added When will you be back ??? Then there was a jealous: You can’t still be with her, followed by a Where the hell are you. Eventually Oswald turned demanding: Home. Now. And somewhere along the night he’d started to panic and sent: Please be safe please be safe, Oh god… Please don’t be dead, and finally: Please please please don’t be dead.

Victor typed in “calm down coming back now” and sighed as he clicked send. He hated that Oswald’s phone was so old, he enjoyed the immediate gratification of seeing if someone was typing. He slipped it back into his coat pocket and headed back home. He wondered what he’d come back to, Oswald was either drunk or a manic episode had occurred. The type where Oswald was intensely anxious and paranoid. Hopefully it would just be the alcohol, Victor thought, he hated Oswald’s habit but it would be gone by the morning at least.

As soon as Victor opened the front door he grimaced, he could smell it. The sour, bitter taste of red wine. It made his stomach turn and his brain try to remember things he did not want to remember. In the living room he found Oswald slumped over on the sofa with a large, almost full to the brim as he sipped it, glass.

“Honey, I’m home,” Victor joked from the doorway, Oswald flinched at the sudden noise and spilled wine over his arm and the carpet.

“Victor!” Oswald all but shouted, he clumsily got to his feet without his cane. He stumbled but caught himself on the sofa arm. “Where the hell have you been? What happened- why are you? What time is it?” He rambled groggily.

“Had a date. It’s 2am,” Victor shrugged. “Wanna maybe go easy on the booze, Os?” Victor slipped his coat from his shoulders and fell into a nearby armchair. He’s dressed far more casually then he does when on duty for Oswald in a t-shirt and jeans. Still black of course, excluding the blood stains. On his forearm is a freshly cut tally mark, screaming his night’s activities to anyone who saw him. Oswald’s hazel eyes fixated on it for a moment, staring at the deep, weeping cut. He picked up his glass and took a large gulp, he drank so much he grew dizzy. He pulled the glass away, spilling some wine down his chin and white shirt. He looked at it with a third left in it and threw it at the wall. Victor didn’t react to the smashing sound but raised his eyebrows at the red stain on the wall.

“That’s gonna be hard to get out.”

“I don’t care.”

“You will tomorrow.”

“Maybe I’ll just keep drinking then,” Oswald snapped. Victor’s eyes hardened and he stared as Oswald picked up the wine bottle and raised it to his lips.

“Put. It. Down.” Victor’s voice was sharp and fierce. It was so cold Oswald felt as if he’d just been slashed across the face with a broken bottle. He’d heard that voice before, it was the one Victor saved for his victims, or for fellow criminals who weren’t behaving. It wasn’t for Oswald, it wasn’t ever for Oswald. He swallowed and placed the bottle back on the table. Victor softened, his tense body relaxed, and he sighed in relief. He put his head back and closed his eyes. “Did you really think I was dead?”

“I… I don’t know. I pictured you under a car. With a bullet in your head. In a cell. With that woman. Maybe she fought back. I don’t know. Ugh. My head wouldn’t stop.”

“Wow, you think so highly of me. Do you really think I’d have been so easy to take out?”

“I didn’t say that,” Oswald whined. “I just… you’re mine. I don’t like letting go of you. I don’t like not having you near me. I don’t like other people touching you. I don’t like seeing you leave.”

“Well, that’s hot, actually,” Victor said, managing to break the tension. “You know, I can’t stop. You know that, right? If I don’t kill for so long-”

“I know. It’s fine. Once you’re back it’s fine. Sometimes I don’t care when you’re gone. You fuck them, then you kill them. Problem solved. But… I sometimes I get… like this,” Oswald rambled, his eyes started to get unfocused and half lidded as he swayed back and forth.

“Bed time,” Victor said jumping to his feet. He scrunched his nose as he approached Oswald, breathing through his mouth as he helped him to his feet.

“Just… don’t die, okay? Or leave me. Right?” He asked, he stumbled again and Victor picked him up into a bridal carry. Oswald buried his face into Victor’s chest, smirking as he smelt the familiar sweets and hospitals, with the added iron of blood.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

#oswald cobblepot #victor zsasz #Gotham #fanfic #envi writes #murder mentioned #alcohol mentioned #alcoholic Oswald #bipolar Oswald

[cheaceboy]

Twenty years from now when furries have become the earths dominant species they'll be killing over tweets making fun of furries from this year.

Think. Is it really worth the risk?

#unreality #<-well one can dream but still #shitpost #shitposting #furry #tw death #tw murder #death #murder #death mentioned #murder mentioned #this post is a joke just to be clear #I love furries even after just looking up what knotting means

[gojosbf]

"Give me back my boyfriend"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

#there are two sets of leaks #one says attempted murder of megumi and gojo (which could mean they're not dead) because other curses have complete murder mention #but it could also just be the legal phrasing #anyways i like being a bit goofy in between sometimes #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #yuuji itadori #ryomen sukuna #jjk leaks #jjk 244 #jjk manga leaks #jjk manga #itafushi #jjk spoilers #10k #11k #12k

[incorrectbatfam]

Jason: Okay, so get this.

Jason: You make ten meals, you're not a cook.

Jason: You make twenty paintings, you're not an artist.

Jason: But you kill ONE PERSON—

#source: tiktok #jason todd #red hood #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #tw murder #tw food mention

[yeoldenews]

While we’re on the subject of names, is there an explanation for how traditional nicknames came about that are seemingly unrelated to, or have little in common with, the original name?

ie- John/Jack, Richard/Dick, Henry/Harry/Hank, Charles/Chuck, Margaret/Peggy/Daisy, Sarah/Sally, Mary/Molly, Anne/Nan, etc

I am actually over a week into researching a huge follow-up post (probably more than one if I’m being honest) about the history of nickname usage, so I will be going into this in much, much more detail at a hopefully not-so-later date - if I have not lost my mind. (Two days ago I spent three hours chasing down a source lead that turned out to be a typographical error from 1727 that was then quoted in source after source for the next 150 years.)

As a preview though, here’s some info about the names you mentioned:

The origins of a good portion of common English nicknames come down to the simple fact that people really, really like rhyming things. Will 🠞Bill, Rob🠞Bob, Rick🠞Dick, Meg🠞Peg.

It may seem like a weird reason, but how many of you have known an Anna/Hannah-Banana? I exclusively refer to my Mom’s cat as Toes even though her name is Moe (Moesie-Toesies 🠞 Toesies 🠞 Toes).

Jack likely evolved from the use of the Middle English diminutive suffix “-chen” - pronounced (and often spelled) “-kyn” or “kin”. The use of -chen as a diminutive suffix still endures in modern German - as in “liebchen” = sweetheart (lieb “love” + -chen).

John (Jan) 🠞 Jankin 🠞 Jackin 🠞 Jack.

Hank was also originally a nickname for John from the same source. I and J were not distinct letters in English until the 17th Century. “Iankin” would have been nearly indistinguishable in pronunciation from “Hankin” due to H-dropping. It’s believed to have switched over to being a nickname for Henry in early Colonial America due to the English being exposed to the Dutch nickname for Henrik - “Henk”.

Harry is thought to be a remnant of how Henry was pronounced up until the early modern era. The name was introduced to England during the Norman conquest as the French Henri (On-REE). The already muted nasal n was dropped in the English pronunciation. With a lack of standardized spelling, the two names were used interchangeably in records throughout the middle ages. So all the early English King Henrys would have written their name Henry and pronounced it Harry.

Sally and Molly likely developed simply because little kids can’t say R’s or L’s. Mary 🠞 Mawy 🠞 Molly. Sary 🠞 Sawy 🠞 Sally.

Daisy became a nickname for Margaret because in French garden daisies are called marguerites.

Nan for Anne is an example of a very cool linguistic process called rebracketing, where two words that are often said/written together transfer letters/morphemes over time. The English use of “an” instead of “a” before words beginning with vowels is a common cause of rebracketing. For example: the Middle English “an eute” became “a newt”, and “a napron” became “an apron”. In the case of nicknames the use of the archaic possessive “mine” is often the culprit. “Mine Anne” over time became “My Nan” as “mine” fell out of use. Ned and Nell have the same origin.

Oddly enough the word “nickname” is itself a result of rebracketing, from the Middle English “an eke (meaning additional) name”.

I realized earlier this week that my cat (Toe’s sister) also has a rebracketing nickname. Her name is Mina, but I call her Nom Nom - formed by me being very annoying and saying her name a bunch of time in a row - miNAMiNAMiNAM.

Chuck is a very modern (20th century) nickname which I’ll have to get back to you on as I started my research in the 16th century and am only up to the 1810s so far lol.

#names #nicknames #onomastics #history #asks #nicknames are really hard to research you guys #there is so much info out there and it's almost all nonsense #and I'm talking academic books with listed sources not buzzfeed listicles #some guy in the 18th century forgetting to mention Bill on a list of common nicknames does not mean it wasn't in use at the time ma dude #i've had to get very creative with sources #god bless word for word murder trial testimony

[pillowspace]

Moon and Marinette talking is the cutest thing. Sun and Moon feeling bad for this child who was locked out and killed.

#ask #pillowspace art #sundrop #moondrop #charlotte emily #the puppet #the marionette #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #musicbond au #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #i want to minimally tag this since it's lower effort but there are so many tags to use so [explosion] #cw death mention #cw murder mention

[umblrspectrum]

hi heres art so you pay attention to me now go read the tags

#ive been rewatching episode 7 like its the only thing on youtube and made note of many things #first off. the solver can only have one host. nori mentions skyn wants to kill off all the other solver hosts (with the dds) and disregards #the idea of both uzi and doll being its current host when they get chased #plus the main solver possessions only occur when skyn is out of the picture (the fightt in ep 7 is only after n decapitates “tessa”) #solver uzi is possible too but i dont count her cause she doesn't have the yellow #personal theory is that its more an instinctual response to overheating or something and not full on possession #second off nori calls the solver cyn. how does she know that name #cyn was on earth and only showed up to copper 9 recently and i presume nori's been here her whole life #it probably wasn't the other dds cause none of them made it down and they're all more savage beasts #since cyn specifies n's team retained their personalities and that makes me think the other teams didnt #also also we should've immediately questioned tessa arriving in the same type of pod as the mds when they were revealed to not be sent by j #im running out of characters also the people who dont like when i use tags like this can bite me #murder drones #murder drones nori #artori? that sounds cool #ill probably just stick with nori though #i have so many solver heart refs now #art #episode 7 #murder drones episode 7 #murder drones episode 7 spoilers #using the same black for shadows as my lineart doesn't work when i have to draw thin things over it #murder drones spoilers

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

afton'd reader sets a man up to be straight up point blank Murdered and honestly, good for them, wish i could do that when someone flirts with me when im working smh

(i say that like i've been flirted with more than maybe two times in four years of customer service type shit)

#bones of a rabbit #fnaf au #fnaf sun/moon #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #afton virus au #afton'd reader au #broken hands au #in one hand you hold the two that matter most #(in the other you hold a knife) #still working on a title for potential afton'd au fic #bones of a rabbit fic #fnaf fanfic #doodles #sketches #tw possessive behavior #tw jealousy #tw yandere #possessive sun and moon #obsessive love #tw murder #death mention

[ananxiousgenz]

hey so I normally don't make political posts because it gets me really upset and i dont want to get involved with all of it but I am currently beyond pissed.

nex benedict, the 16 year old from oklahoma who died after being beaten by classmates in their school bathroom, just had their death ruled a suicide.

a fucking suicide. because they had antidepressants and antihistamines in their system.

one of my nonbinary siblings was MURDERED by classmates for being themselves and you dare to rule it a suicide because they were depressed and took allergy medication??? how cruel and closed minded to you have to be to deny that the beating had any role in their death?? if they had been a cisgender woman, you can bet those classmates would already have been charged with homicide, but no. instead you claim they brought it on themselves. they caused it. they are at fault here.

my heart is burning with grief and rage. I'm not going to make many political statements on this account but I'm making one now: I STAND WITH MY TRANS AND NONBINARY SIBLINGS. WE DESERVE TO LIVE.

JUSTICE FOR NEX BENEDICT.

#nex benedict #transgender #nonbinary #social justice #cw sui mention #cw murder

[theresamouseinmyhouse]

tbh i do get a little bothered by the notion that tim took the first shot he had to drop out of school because he hated school and didnt wanna do it and all of that bc i feel like it ignores the probably very important context that he dropped out after his dad (as well as steph-or at least, he was led to believe, in the same week) died, also he was in a school shooting. He did attempt to go to a school in bludhaven but the kids there were so wildly insensitive about the shooting that tim dropped out under the pretense of his "uncle" homeschooling him. In his oyl era, he /did/ go back to school, and it provided him some form of normalcy. Tim was a normal kid, he wasnt crazy about school but he still went to school and it helped him feel like a normal kid, something he desperately clung to. He only dropped out again to do his Brucequest, in an era where he was notably Not Doing Well (which. Yeah. he wasnt doing well bc he was like 17 and almost everyone in his support system was dead, he recently had hits put out on him, got blown up, and backstabbed by his not-dead-ex, he couldnt support his theory that bruce was alive and was extremely stressed about that, and he didnt know wtf he was doing. I love him btw.) Basically tim dropping out of school was a signifier that he wasnt doing well and he was giving up on the normality that he tried to cling to and im a bit of a nitpicky person who gets irked by minor things

#robin 1993 #tim drake #red robin 2009 #rambles #Tim Drake wanted to cling to the idea of normal #Including going to school #School shooting mention #Tbh if all the shit that happened to tim happened to me id probably also drop out??? #Like his sorta friend philmont got murdered at school #His friend darla got shot and he gave her corpse cpr (dw she came back as laura fell) #There was that one kid at brentwood who overdosed in meth i think that tim tried to save and couldnt #dc #Just things that i get bothered by a little bit???? #This isnt crit aimed at anyone i literally just had too many thoughts and they had to escape #Tim Drake my beloved

[starlight-library]

IOU | OP81

pairing: ghostface!oscar x ghostface!reader

summary: reader & oscar are best friends but reader would love to get a shot with ghostface. what they don’t know is that their chances are closer than they think…

warnings: [DARK THEMES USED & SMUT] slightly descriptive murder, mention of stalking stalking, mention of blood, breath play, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping, dom!oscar, sub!reader, degradation, hair pulling (if you squint??), face fucking, deep throating

a/n: once again, dark themes used! please read the warnings above!!! i answered a asked on my main here and decided to make a oneshot of it (yes i quote J's ask cause it was too good). tbh didn't even plan for a plot but here we are! I know my answer and this are vastly different...i don't wanna talk about it. also ghostface!oscar series belongs to @piastrification so homie this one is for YOU!! Also happy belated Valentines day omg. Hope you enjoy 🫶🏽

word count: 4.5K

This week has started out to be one of the worst weeks you’ve had in a very long time. Monday started off with your car breaking down on the way to campus and you completely missed your first class. When you got to campus an irritated Oscar was waiting asking why the hell you didn’t call him. “Even though I was in class, I would’ve left and gotten you,” he told you. You weren’t in the mood to argue so you just apologized and told him you’d call him next time which seemed to ease his irritation slightly. Seemed he also had a pretty shitty Monday.

Tuesday brought your shitty manager everyone hates at your job to end a relatively quiet day. It was the typical bullshit but still didn’t mean you had to enjoy it. You spent the whole drive home on the phone with Oscar screaming your head off about all the things your manager had done. The micro-managing of your work, the snarky remarks, the extra work so he can just fuck off in the back, god you could not stand this manager at all. Oscar listened like he always did. “You don’t deserve that,” you could hear the frown in his voice, “honestly he shouldn’t even be a manager. I could take care of him for you.” You laughed. You thanked Oscar for the offer but you had already decided that your manager would be your next victim. It would be tricky considering everyone in the store knew how much you two despised each other but it would get done.

You ended up with a stomach bug on Wednesday. You woke up around four in the morning with a jump and just made it to the bathroom before you got sick. You stayed in there for a good hour before there was nothing left in your system and you dragged yourself back to bed. You somehow coherently managed to message your professors you’d be missing class due to illness and texted Oscar that you’d be out sick today before promptly falling asleep. You woke to a knock on your front door and dragged yourself out of bed. You made a face seeing Oscar standing outside with a bag. “What are you doing?” You ask.

“Taking care of you. Can I come in?”

“What if you catch it? What about classes?”

You watch Oscar simply pull a KN95 mask out of his pocket. You narrowed your eyes as he slipped it on. You didn’t need to see his face to see the cheeky smile he was giving. His eyes twinkled slightly with humor as he gently turned you around and guided you back inside your place as he listed the things he brought over and how he can afford missing one day to make sure you eat and rest, a habit you tend to struggle with. He really was a good best friend.

Thursday is really when you hit your limit. Arriving on campus you and Oscar head to class though neither of you really paid attention. You two spent most of the time texting each other even though you guys were sitting right next to each other. When class ended the two of you headed to the closest campus cafeteria before parting ways. You got on the line to grab the food while Oscar secured you two seats since it was roughly lunch time and everyone would be out and about.

Carrying the two to-go containers after paying you make your way to the back left corner. It’s usually where you and Oscar sat and enjoyed just people watching and gossiping about other students but you slowed your walking. Oscar was looking up at someone. Fucking Brittany. One of the sororities girls. Sorority president actually. Brittany was in a nice blouse, a skirt, some fucking heeled boots. Her blonde hair was thrown up into a messy bun and she was leaning forward slightly while smiling wide at Oscar.

Jealousy hit you like a truck. You grip the to-go containers tighter while standing frozen in your spot watching them. You wanted to march over and tell her to fuck off. Grab your stupid bun and slam her head into the table until she’s bleeding out. Or maybe take the plastic forks that rested on top of the to-go containers and gauge her eyes out for having the audacity to even look at Oscar. Alas, you refrained from it all. Instead you just tilted your chin up and made your way over with a tight smile. “I’m back!” You announce to Oscar. The both turn to face you and Oscar visibly relaxes slightly but Brittany is giving you a once over clearly unimpressed. You turn and blink, feigning surprise. “Oh! Brittany. Hi,” you keep your tone light and friendly, “what brings you here?”

“Oh, I was just talking to Oscar,” Brittany smiles, “we’re partners for our history project.” You could give two shits less what it was as you spy Brittany’s hand moving to Oscar’s upper arm and resting there with ease. Something so subtle but could come off as flirty and you wanted to cut her hand off. How dare she think she can touch Oscar like that? “…and wanted to see if he wanted to come to the frat party Saturday night,” she concludes.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet of you. Can he bring a plus one?” You ask putting the containers down, sliding one over to Oscar.

“If he wants…” Brittany glances at Oscar with a smile then back at you, “but we need to know to make sure they’re on the list. Even then…it depends on the mood if everyone gets in.”

“Then it seems kinda stupid for a list, don’t you think so?” Oscar asks finally. Brittany laughs. It wasn’t even that funny. You realize now that she’s flirting with Oscar. Well. This just won’t do. Not like you care anyway. Oscar is your best friend. Sure you love him but it’s platonic -or so you tell yourself- so it shouldn’t bother you but it does. It does bother you because Brittany was the queen heartbreaker. She used guys until she got bored. Until they got attached and couldn’t offer anything else after giving her everything. You were not about to have Oscar be a pawn in her fucking game. You had missed the remark Brittany gave as you sat down, your heart pounding in your ears.

“…let me know!” Brittany calls out as she’s already walking away.

“Ugh. As if,” Oscar murmurs and turns his attention to you. “Hey,” he starts softly. Bring your gaze to him and you blink, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage a smile, “I’m fine. Did you see the shoes she was wearing?” You ask to divert the subject as now you might have something fun to do this weekend.

* * *

Personally, you never understood the hype of sororities and managed to curb every single one who tried to recruit you. It was just a bunch of girls with money and tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a cult but it most certainly was if you got in. Moving into the house, what they expected you to wear, how to act in public, who can and cannot date, for fuck sakes they monitored your social media post and if they didn’t approve of something you posted they would either make you take it down or probably kick you out. You much preferred your freedom over dealing with that bullshit.

Luck had shined down on you when you heard some of the girls mention Brittany couldn’t go to the bar tonight because she was under the weather and just ‘had to get better for tomorrow in case her special guest came’. It was a miracle that you didn’t march over here and slaughter Brittany right then and there but you bide your time. You had to be careful.

Now, slipping the mask on, you give it a five minutes after everyone else leaves before slipping through the back door. Standing quietly, you listen to the water running and slowly making your way through the house. Climbing the stairs you follow the noise until you’re outside the bathroom. You hear Brittany singing and you silently open the door. Steam hits your face and it takes everything not to cough from the sudden heat. Stepping in you watch Brittany’s silhouette run her fingers through her hair. Gripping the hilt of your knife, you inch forward. When Brittany turns you stab the knife through the shower curtain and straight in her heart. Twisting, you step forward until Brittany is pinned against the wall as she weakly has a hold of your wrist trying to pull the knife out her screams being drowned out by the shower and her choking on her own blood. You pull out before stabbing again to ensure that there was no chance she would be able to survive. When her attempts falter, you pull the knife out. Cleaning the knife off, you slip out of the house the way you came smirking knowing the rest of them wouldn’t have hot water for a long time.

Carefully you pack everything into your backpack you left in the woods by the house before securely zipping it. Slinging a strap over your shoulder, you start to head back to your apartment. You emerge from the treeline right into an alleyway and into town which is bustling with college kids. Perks of living in a college town. You just turn left and make your way back to your apartment which is a bit further uptown and you notice as the people start to thin out.

You feel eyes burning into the back of your skull. Turning your head over your shoulder, you stop. At the end of the block you see a figure in all black and an identical mask standing there. Normal people would do anything but stare. Call out to the figure, turn away and walk, call the police, something except just stand there silently and face off with this killer. Copycat killer that is. You suppose you’d have fans, sick and twisted probably, but you didn’t expect you’d end up creating a copycat killer. Not that you minded, actually the gesture touched you actually. People had been too stupid to realize it was a copycat but not you.

After all, their first kill happened to be one of your best friends you recently dropped.

You can’t even remember why but you arrived to apologize and found her body on the floor, throat cut. It was a bit messy. The cut wasn’t as clean as you would’ve expected and there was blood everywhere. Even on the poor bitch’s hands. Then you realize that there’s a few stab wounds. Seemed she put up a fight before whoever did it got the kill. Then someone clears their throat and you raise your gaze.

There you saw him.

An identical ghostface mask, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Personally you preferred boots but to each their own. As much as some little sane part in your head told you to stop judging this person’s choice in shoes and run, you stood there staring because god he was so *distracting*. Honestly, the tight fit long sleeve should be illegal for killers to wear. It clung to him defining each curve of his muscle and you couldn’t help but get turned on because well–they’re a well fit masked killer.

“Did you do this?”

The killer nodded. Silence fell upon the two of you before you finally asked, “why?”

“...Why?” The voice asked. A shiver ran down your spine hearing the low murmur. A voice modulator just like you. Smart and well fit? Shit, “that’s all you can ask? Why? Aren’t you supposed to be running and screaming?”

“Well I find that a bit stupid,” you retort, “you’re right here. Masked or not, you're taller. You have length compared to my short legs. I might have you in agility and you’re a bit messy with your killing. Shaky in the hands.” You tilt your head to the masked figure with a small smirk. You watch the figure tighten his grip on the hilt of the knife before he’s in front of you in about four steps. You gasp as your head is yanked back by your hair, knife against your throat.

“Are you asking to be killed right now?”

“I mean you gonna fuck me before you kill me?”

Ghostface reels their head back slightly. Stupidly, they loosen their grip from the shock. Taking your chance, you grab the first with the knife and twist it away from you. They shout out in pain as you get your hair free and release their wrist before kicking the figure harshly in the stomach. You step on the figure’s chest a bit harshly. Smirking down at him, “expect the unexpected sweetheart. But you never answered me. Why?”

You can hear something faintly. You cannot believe this guy is mumbling. Leaning down slightly, you turn your ear, “I can’t hear you,” you tease.

“I did it for you.”

Now you’re stunned. You lean back slightly, hand over your heart. You don’t dare move though. You expect it to be some sick joke but the laughter never came. You bite your bottom lip having half the mind to suck him off right then and there. You stay strong though. Instead, you move to stand over the figure and bend down and hook a finger under his mask. His hand flies to your wrist and you laugh.

“I’m not gonna take your mask off,” you explain, “Trust me. Right now I am getting extremely horny and I don’t think I can handle you being ugly under the mask. Would just completely kill the mood.” You laugh hearing the figure let out an offended noise, “but aren’t you sweet,” you tilt your finger up and the figure follows, lifting his chin, “don’t be a stranger, yeah? Now, you should get off so I can feign the heartbroken emotional ex- best friend.”

Ghostface is in front of you now. He’s got your chin between his thumb and finger staring down at you and you blink as you come out of your memory. He’s close and you can hear his soft breathing which forces your own breath to hitch. You curl and uncurl your fingers and you hear a small huff behind the mask accompanied by a smirk you assume. “My,” he murmurs softly, “what do we have here. You shouldn’t be walking alone at night like this little one. You never know what lurks in the dark.”

You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. Pressing your thighs together you try so hard to stop the heat that’s starting to spread through your body. You should not be getting this turned on but how could you not? You had a copycat killer who kept killing people that you had issues with somehow and someway. “I–” You start, biting your bottom lip trying to find the words but you’re cut off with a chuckle.

“You’re so worked up for me. I can see it in the clench of your legs, the flush on your cheeks, the way your pupils dilate and the way you bite your lip for me. You don’t even know who I am. I could be a total stranger, who followed you home one night and just never stopped, but I could also be your best friend, that you’ve known for years, who you think you know like the back of your hand. You don’t even know. But I know one thing for certain though- I’m sure your panties, if you’re even fucking wearing any, are already soaked.”

You hate the fact he’s right. Your breathing slightly heavy as your eyes widen as you listen. Shifting, you clench your thighs even tighter as one of your hands slips between your thighs slightly. You can’t see his eyes but you can feel his stare bruning into yours and you actually look away. This hasn’t happened before.

“Look. At. Me.”

Your eyes snap back and your mouth hangs open slightly. You can feel how wet you are every time you shift and by god do you need something here. “What do you want, love?”

“I would very much like to take you up on that offer and suck you off,” you nod your head in the direction of the alleyway.

“Excited, aren’t we?”

“We’ve been at this for months of fucking course I’m excited.”

He grips your jaw tightly, “I’d watch that tone if I were you. I can happily just walk away and leave you here alone.” Your eyes travel downwards and spy his half hard bulge against his jeans and then back up, “I can handle myself and sleep much more satisfied than you probably would with your fingers,” leaning close to your ear, “but I’d be a fool to leave you so desperate without giving you a taste.” Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head but he lets go of your jaw and spins you around, smacking your ass. You startled with a yelp before quickly scurrying to the alleyway.

Any sane person, seeing the alleyway lead to the woods, probably would have taken the chance to run but not you. You were so desperate to finally fuck this copy cat that you spun around as he rounded the corner. You gasped as your back slams against the brick wall feeling pain through your shoulder for only a brief moment as your hands fly to Ghostface’s wrist as he holds you there by your throat. Oddly enough your calm even though he could easily choke you as your breathing becomes a bit more jaded. Lifting his mask slightly you stare at the slightly chapped but pink lips as you drop your bag. They look so familiar, why?

You can’t really think longer on it as he moves his hand up to your jaw tightly and his lips are on your neck as you gasp for air. He wedges his knee between your legs and immediately you roll your hips whining loudly. You let your eyes drift close as the figure litters your neck in kisses along with marks. You let the figure tilt your head so he can litter the otherside in matching marks. Your nails dig into his wrist earning a hiss against your neck. When he pulls back your eyes stare at his lips and you’re so tempted for a taste. You find yourself starting to lean in before he’s pushing you onto your knees. Blinking, you're now eye level with his obvious bulge and glance up at him fixing his mask.

Dropping your gaze, your hands get straight to work. Undoing his jeans you pull the zipper down before pulling his pants down just enough. You hold your breath seeing the outline of his cock because oh it looks so much bigger than you’ve had which…was very few. There was only one way to really find the truth. You let your fingers dance across the waistband of his boxers before you tug, cock basically popping free. You lean back with wide eyes because it is bigger than you’ve had. It’s actually the biggest you’ve ever had. The length was maybe just an inch or two over average which was impressive enough but it was the girth that really made your mouth water and the precum leaking out just makes you drool.

Gently wrapping a hand around his cock, the figure’s breath hitches as he bucks his hip. You give a few experimental tugs not really for a reaction but more so to get a feel of him in your hand. Big. Girthy. Heavy. God, how pent up was he? You feel fingers through your head as you continue to cautiously jerk him off before licking the tip. The reaction pulled out of the figure was a low satisfied groan and it encourages you to take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before sucking, alternating between the two before you finally you’re ready.

If you had known how big he was you would’ve been a bit more…prepared. You weren’t naive enough to think you could take all of him down your throat. God no. Maybe with some training and patience later if the figure would let you but you didn’t have either of those things or really time on your side. Still, you had to make sure to keep the figures interested in you- even if he’s killed for you already. Better safe than sorry, right?

Hollowing your cheeks out and flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock, you start to suck him off. Bobbing your head you can’t help but feel a bit of a rush go to your head as the figure above lets out another loud ground. You glance up to see the figure’s neck as his head is tilted back. You're absolutely drenched watching him and find yourself slipping a hand into your own pants and moan around him as you rub your clit. That catches his attention as his head snaps down to look at you.

“Naughty girl. You’re so turned on from sucking me off that you have to touch yourself?” It earns a strangled whine, “such a pathetic slut.”

You can’t help but moan at that. “Wow. You are so fucking pathetic it’s adorable.” The figure coos and grips your hair to stop you. Shifting, he puts one foot in front of you and smirks, “here why don’t you just hump my leg while you’re at it.” He taunts.

Funny enough you’ll take him up on that. The moment he frees your head you go back to bobbing your head on his cock humming in delight as you hug his leg, settling on his foot and grind your hips down. If your lips weren’t so occupied at the moment you would smirk at the shocked reaction you pull from the figure but you’re lost in your own world. The stretch of your jaw combined with the already dull ache lulls you into a peaceful trance. You completely ignore the spit that’s starting to wet your chin.

You feel the figure’s other hand gently grab your jaw trapping you in place suddenly. You stared up with doe eyes as the figure fucked your face before you felt him hit the back of your throat. You gagged and your hands flew to his thighs for some stability as he repeated the action. “So fucking good. Taking my cock,” the figure grunts out and tears prick your eyes when he stops moving and you gag because he’s so far down your throat. He pulls off just enough for you to gasp and get some air before he’s back in your mouth and fucking your face again. You’re prepared for it this time as you relax your throat and gag less.

Having lulled yourself into such a peaceful you nearly let your eyes slip close. Sliding your hands down, you wrap your arms around Ghostface’s leg as you continue to fuck yourself against his foot while he fucked your mouth. You ended up tuning everything else out except him and listening to him ramble was going to get you off alone. ‘Such a gorgeous cock drunk whore’, ‘you look so pathetic humping my leg while you let me fuck your mouth it should be illegal’, and ‘you’d look so beautiful being my personal cock drunk slut’. It’s the one you made out between all the groans and moans and curses. You felt his tug at your hair as a warning and you finally opened your eyes.

“Fuck–shit–I’m gonna–” He groaned but doesn’t stop his thrusting. He does the opposite as he picks the pace up. That’s all the encouragement you needed. You find your hips onto his foot even harder and faster as you. You feel the familiar coil in your abdomen and you’re trying so hard to reach it. He snaps his hips forward and forces himself down your throat. Your eyes go wide and you gag, choking on his cock as he spills into your throat. You hit his thighs and try to focus on breathing through your nose but even still the rough face fucking before forced deep throating was enough to send you over the edge. You groan and whine as you continue to hump his foot before he pulls you off his cock and slips his foot out from under you.

Sitting there, you gasp for air as your chest heaves. You look up at Ghostface and lick your lips slowly as you debate if you wanna turn over and let him fuck you right now. He would. For sure…probably and he taste good to. But that would be giving too much. You were the original after all. Finding your footing, you stand up and slide your pants down. There’s a choked sound from Ghostface and you glance over at the figure looking away.

“Seriously?” You raise a brow and giggle, “you just fucked my face but you get all bashful about seeing me in my panties.”

“I–well. I mean. No–” This one sucked at lying. Rolling your eyes, you look away as you take your pants off before sliding your panties off. “What are…” Ghostface’s voice trails off as you stuff your soiled panties into his front jeans pocket. “Consider it an IOU,” you say as you hurriedly put your pants back on. You’re grabbing your bag before the figure gets a chance, “this was fun but I have to run. My friend is coming over for a movie night and he’ll be pissed if I’m not there,” you sigh dreamily at the end of the alleyway, “he’s so caring like that. Anyway, bye!” You say before you’re slinging your back over as you take off. You get home and quickly change into some pajama panties (with new panties) and a sweatshirt before finding yourself settled on the couch while flipping through for a movie.

Hearing keys jingle you look up, you smile at your best friend walking in. You two are so close that he has his own copy. Oscar’s in a baggy grey hoodie with some black jeans on as he takes his shoes off before making his way to the back of the couch. He smiles slightly at you and offers dinner but you decline. As he turns for the kitchen, you spy something hanging out of Oscar’s pocket. It looks like a fabric of some sorts. Watching him in the kitchen, you decide to get some water. Quietly getting off the couch you stand in the doorway. Oscar continues to cook himself dinner and you wait until he’s focused on whatever is in the pan to strike. Passing behind him, your eyes drop down and your breathing stops. Black lacy panties with red roses on them. You look up at Oscar who’s glancing at you over his shoulder. His gaze follows yours and he smirks.

“Can I cash that IOU now, darling?”

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