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Anyone else play Bloxfruits? just curious, btw heres my current setup if you were curious

(CriminallyInsane @iplayfnf10 if you want to add me, tell me who you are tho so i'm not just flooded with random friend requests and don't know who you are lol- :P)

Sweet and Sweaty

NSFW read at ur own risk A.N: Wrote it for a friend so seriously, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

It’s been over one hundred year since the families had been at war. One hundred thirty years to be exact. Coco has always been told to hate the Pepsis. “They took everything from us!” His father would say. “Colas are always meant to hate Pepsis and that’s final!”

So how the hell in the world did Coco find himself tied in Poppy’s sex dungeon being pounded by an electric dildo. Poppy was the second eldest son of the Pepsis.

Coco whimpered and cried as he felt the dildo push him to yet another orgasm. Poppy came over to his side and attached small vibrators to his nipples. Coco couldn’t process anything through his brain anymore. The overstimulation had him seeing stars.

Poppy then went around to Coco’s rear-end and whipped him. A gag in Coco’s mouth, making him a slobbering mess. Poppy slowly took off the gag and turned off the electric dildo. He kissed Coco softly all over his body. Whispering to him.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, Coco? I wouldn’t have to kidnap you and fuck you in this way if you didn’t hate me and my family so much. But you love it don’t you?”

And he did. Coco loved this. The degradation and humiliation. He loved the way he couldn’t say no and just had to take whatever Poppy did to him.

“I’m going to put it in now. And you’re gonna take it all, just like the good slut you are.”

Coco ejaculated at that. God, what Poppy did to him. If this was how good Poppy fucked him, knowing he hated him. He would never tell Poppy how big of a crush he had on him.

“Such a whore on my cock.” Poppy continued upon seeing Coco cum at his words.

Poppy slowly inserted his cock into Coco’s ass. But his hard and fast thrust contradicted the way he slid in. Coco couldn’t help but scream, whimper, drool, and moan, all at the same time. Poppy loved how he sounded but had to keep his little toy quiet. After all, he did kidnap Coco. So he stuck a finger into his mouth. Then two, then three. Coco absolutely went feral for all he was receiving. He immediately sucked on Poppy’s fingers like his life depended on it.

Taking the small stick from the table, Poppy inserted it into Coco’s urethra. Coco could only scream from the pain.

“You can’t cum anymore until I say so and you’re gonna deal with it. Being such a little slut and thinking I wouldn’t notice. What do you think got you in this position.”

Coco couldn’t even think straight. His mind was a jumbled mess.

Knowing that he had Coco in this position, was such a turn on for Poppy. The more he thought about it, the harder he got. All the way until he shot his whole load right into Coco’s anus. But Poppy didn’t stop there. He kept pumping in and out of Coco’s tight ass.

Upon Poppy’s ejaculation, Coco could feel his high approaching again. But that stupid stick kept him from it. He tried to form the most words he possibly could.

“P-p-please…” Coco somehow panted out. “Please, what?” Poppy questioned.

Coco could only reply with, “please…” Poppy chuckled as he lifted Coco’s head to look at him. “C’mon. I know you can do it. You’ve been such a good slut for me. Use your words, bun. Go on..”

“Please let me cum..” Coco cried out. At this, Poppy chuckled and ripped the toy out, letting Coco’s cum spurt all over the place.

After the fact, Poppy peppered Coco in kisses. Thanking him for allowing him to release his cum in him. Coco then turned to Poppy and whispered.

“Did I ever tell you that I also loved you but I was too scared to approach you?”

Poppy seemed shocked at this before giggling and kissing Coco some more.

“Well you have now. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

And that was the start of there very long but secretive relationship. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.N. Two fanfics in a row, ikr🤭

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Soothing Sounds📻🌧- Alastor x Reader Oneshot

Thank you @itsmskeisha for the request. Hope you enjoy

"UGHHH! Satan damn it!" you exclaimed as your pillow ended up on the other side of the room. It was 3:00 AM in the morning, which was the witching hour, haha how ironic, and you still couldn't fall asleep. Your name was Y/N and you were currently staying at the Hazbin Hotel that was run by Lucifer's own daughter, Charlie. She had found you a month ago on the day of the extermination, and you happened to have arrived in hell at the worse possible time. Thankfully, she was able to help you avoid the angels and offered you a place to stay at the hotel, seriously how sweet is she?! Nevertheless, you adapted to life at the hotel and got along with a lot of the other inhabitants like Angel and Niffty. However, after being in hell for a full month, you assumed that catching zzz's would be easy peasey, but it wasn't. Heaving a sigh, you got out of your bed and decided to make a trip to the kitchen. Maybe a glass of warm milk would help you relax and fall asleep.

Opening the door slowly, you slowly tip-toed down the hallway, as you didn't want to wake up the others, especially Husk, as that poor cat man needed his sleep for those hangovers. As you made your way into the kitchen, you noticed the lights were turned on along with the sounds of music playing. Peeking your head out, you were surprised to see Alastor, cooking while dressed in his pajamas. He was stirring something inside a big pot while he swayed to the music that was coming from his microphone staff, that was leaning against the wall. Feeling rude to be staring at him, you softly knock against the door to get his attention and whispered a "Hi Al." Alastor's ears perked, as he turned his head towards you, with his signature grin on his face: "Ah! Salutations, my dear! Grabbing a late night snack perhaps?" His head tiled at you, as his hand was continuing to stir the pot that was in front of him. "I can't sleep sadly, so I figured some warm milk would help me.", you said as you walked closer to Al, with a small smile. "Oh dear! Don't worry darling! I can help prepare that for you!". You were about to protest, saying he didn't have to do that, but he already snapped his fingers and a pot had appeared on the stove, and milk hovered over it as it magically poured itself in. Alastor told you it was going to be a few minutes and gestured you over to one of the chairs to have a seat. Thanking him, you headed to one of the seats, and sat down. Alastor turned back to what he was making, humming softly to himself, while also keeping an eye on the milk. The aroma in the air smelled heavenly as it was coming from whatever Alastor was making. You asked Alastor what he was cooking as it smelled delicious. Turning his head back to look at you, the smile on his face got even wider: "Gumbo, my dear! A Louisiana delicacy! Care for a taste? Be warned, the spice will knock your socks off, HAHAHA!" Giggling at Alastor antics, you sadly refused as eating something spicy would probably wake you up more but you thanked Alastor for offering you to try it. Al was deflated a bit, given his ears dropped a bit, but he quickly said he would save some for you tomorrow to enjoy. Alastor then quickly asked why weren't you able to fall asleep, and questioned if it was because of screaming meemies. Shaking your head, you leaned back against your chair and stared at the ceiling: "No, its not nightmares. I can only fall asleep if there is some rain sounds playing. I use to play them on my phone when I was alive, but my phone sadly broke when I fell and I don't really have the funds now to get one. Charlie has offered, but I declined as she already allowed me to stay here at the hotel. Plus with it being hell, the chances of it raining here are VERY slim."

The whole time you were explaining your situation to Al, his heart ached more and more for you. How frustrating he thought for you. Normally, he would cackle in laughter at seeing someone stressed or annoyed with something, but he didn’t feel that with you. He was an insomniac himself, but he was able to deal with it after spending an eternity in hell, but a darling like you shouldn’t have to go through this. Lowering the heat on the stove, as to prevent the gumbo and milk from burning, Alastor made his way over to you. Not noticing him walking closer, you jumped in shock as you felt two hands on your cheeks, pulling your head that was pointed up, to come down and look at Al. Words caught in your throat as you stared at Al, his ruby red eyes gazing into your soul. His fingers moved a bit on your cheek, touching the spot under your eye, most likely examining your dark circles. “It pains me to see you so fatigued, darling. If my powers could extend to that length and cause a rain storm for you, I would do it without question.” Well, that made your heart skip a beat, you never expected Al to have a soft side like this. Smiling softly, you thanked Al and told him he was sweet. Staying like that for a few minutes, Alastor jumped up and rushed back to the stove, turning off the milk and placing it into a cup. He sprinkled some cinnamon on top then came back and handed it to you. Thanking him, you grabbed the cup and stood up from the chair. You told him that you would drink it in your room and hoped it would help you a bit. Alastor nodded and wished you a pleasant sleep as he watched you leaved the kitchen, leaving him only with his thoughts and gumbo.

***NEXT DAY***

The milk had actually worked and you were able to fall asleep, but you only slept for 4 hours which wasn’t enough for your body to function properly. The lack of sleep was affecting your day and the droopy feeling in your eyes was becoming more frequent. Niffty noticed straight away that you were tired and said you should take a nap, but you shook your head as you didn’t want to mess up your whole sleep schedule, but you thanked her for looking out for you, and gave her a hug which she happily accepted. The day went by quick and was slowly drawing to a close, thank Satan, but you knew that heading to bed and trying to fall asleep was gonna be yet again another challenge. Sluggishly walking down the halls, eyes barely able to stay open, you didn’t noticed the person walking in front of you, and bumped right into their chest. “Ah, I’m sorry.”, you apologized and looked up to see that you had bumped into Alastor. "Quite alright, my dear! I was just looking for you!" Alastor said, as he gazed down at you, smiling wide. He raised his fingers up and snapped them. Out of nowhere, a little portal opened on the top of his hand, and out came a wooden vintage radio. "This is for you my dear! This radio should help you with your sleeping problems!". Handing the radio towards you, you grabbed it from his hand, and looked at Al, feeling a bit confused. "Um, thanks? You didn't have to get me this, plus I don't think electric swing will help me fall asleep.", you said, smiling shyly up at Alastor, who's smile got even bigger. "HAHA! Not to worry my dear! This radio is special! Well! Time for bed! Sleep well, darling!" He then disappeared into a shadow, and flew away from you, leaving you by yourself. Gazing at the radio, you wondered what was so special about it, but you just shrugged and made your way back to your room.

Sitting down on your bed, you placed the radio on the night stand. It was very different to the radio you use to have at home when you were alive, but you knew how old-fashioned Alastor was, and how much he detested today's modern technology. Pressing one of the buttons, the light inside the radio began to glow a soft yellow, and static emerged from it. As you turn the dials, the static began to thin out and what sounded like slow jazz began to play. As the sound got clearer, you froze in shock from what you heard. As the jazz was playing, there was also rain sounds playing as well. Your eyes got teary, as you didn't think this was possible. How was Alastor able to do this?! HOW?! Your heart began to beat rapidly at the sweet gesture that Al gave you. "Thank you, Alastor", you softly said, as you turned the lamp off, and laid down, placing your head on the pillow. Soothing sounds of the rain and jazz filled the room, creating a relaxing sensation as your body became absorbed in it, and pretty soon, you fell asleep. Unbeknownst to you, there was a deer shaped shadow, standing in the corner of your room, it watched you with soft eyes, whispering "your welcome, y/n", before fading away.

Here is the sound that would be playing on the radio -->

Oooooo requests huh? >:]

I would love some more Elic and Starlight bonding, I just love the dynamic of loud and excitable vs shy and quiet :3

Starlight : "He asked for no pickles!"

Elic : "Starlight, it´s okay, really-"

Friend Request (Verhoeven, 2016) and the “social media Gothic”.

Friend Request is a social media based horror, the basic narrative is a popular girl (Laura) gets stalked by another girl (Marina) in her class who has no friends, Marina commits suicide and Laura is haunted on social media by her, now deceased, stalker. Mark Kermode recently reviewed the film and expressed his opinion that the film started to fall apart when certain gothic aspects began to enter the film and to a certain extent, I agree. Rather than being a creepy stalker, after her death, Marina is uncovered as some kind of social media witch.

Friend Request is not innovative with it’s use of social media or mobile technological based horror. Unfriended (Gabriadze, 2014) and Chatroom (Nakata, 2010) are two relatively popular horrors that deal with the same issue but in a slightly different way. If we look at the late 2000s, there is a pattern of horror centred around mobile phones and a more modern technology, such as One Missed Call (Valette, 2008) and Pulse (Sonzero, 2006)- it is interesting to note how both of these films are remakes of much more successful Japanese horrors made in the early 2000s. However, Friend Request is more gothic centred and this can be seen through the use of colouring and liminal zones.

One way the Gothic theme can be seen in the film is through the character Marina’s psyche reflected through her drawings and artwork. Her art is mainly images of decaying things, particularly grand houses and images of Marina in her childhood. One of ways the film executes an foreboding atmosphere and a sense of dread is through Marina’s artwork. The biggest scares in the film come from scenes orientated around delving into her twisted gothic world and how the audience falls deeper into her psychosis.  The film’s use of liminal zones is another successful way that Verhoeven uses the gothic theme in his film. When Laura tries to find Marina’s body, her search leads her to various liminal zones which exist on the outside of the film’s setting. The film’s use of liminal zones conveys the antagonists sense of isolation but also foreshadows Laura’s inevitable loneliness at the end of the narrative. Many of the deaths in the film appear whilst the characters are in liminal zones such as Laura’s boyfriend and Gus.

Whilst the film’s use of the gothic theme is incredibly interesting and it is at times successful, as most of the horror within the film comes from the aspects of the gothic, it is not done effectively. At one point in the cinema, I found myself asking whether I was genuinely supposed to be interpellated into believing that such a thing as a ‘cyber witch’ would exist and if it did, would it be this unsuccessful in scaring me.