I'm gonna be very venerable so don't judge me... But Dritties (Dream's titties) and even before that maritties (Markiplier's titties) genuinely make me feel less dysphoria about my chest as a trans man
I can't be more serious
Also in my defense, THEY LOOKED AT ME FIRST, LET ME STARE IN PEACE.
A lollipop with a razor blade innit (Bowspam Ghostface au)
Tw: stalking, g0re, underaged, and mental illness
ο(=•ω＜=)ρ⌒☆
Tommy slid into the kitchen, humming and occasionally belting out the lyrics from his headphones. He almost fell over because his socks did not get enough friction before catching himself with a laugh. Lifting himself with the help of the counter, Tommy walked at a slow, usual pace, reaching into the freshly opened cabinet, grabbing the container of biscuits, and shoveling one or two in his mouth.
He paused, feeling a cold breeze down his back, leaving him shivering. Turning his head to the window above the sink, he saw that it was wide open, and the curtains were being dragged by the biting wind. The blond squinted at the view. Didn’t I close that window? he pondered for a solid three seconds before simply shrugging when he walked over, putting down the container of biscuits to close the window as he finished the biscuit at his entrance. Meh, I must have imagined I closed it.
Tommy picked up the container of sweets before skipping into the living room when he almost fell again, he managed to make it to the sofa, took his headphones off, and reached for the television remote… when the landline rang, Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, lips forming a line Who the fuck is calling on a landline these days, especially on Halloween night? He questioned, rolling his eyes as he reluctantly picked it up. Maybe it was an old person getting the wrong number; he could sort it out in no time. “Hello? Watson residents” “Hello?” the stranger responded; it sounded like a man, but he definitely didn’t sound old, of anything, he sounded charming.
“Yes?” Tommy picked up the remote when he heard the stranger on the other end. “Who is this?” “Who are you trying to reach” “What number is this” Tommy shook his head at this stranger's stupidity “How do you not know the number you dialed” “Meh, I just found an old phone book, and landline, I just wanted to see if people had or even used landlines” Tommy was scrolling through the selection of horror movies reaching into the container of biscuits putting one to his lips before he continued talking “well, you got your answer- He put the biscuit into his mouth as he resumed -alright I’m hanging up then”
“Wait, don’t go yet- Tommy froze, continuing to chew -please…I’m alone this Halloween…I hope you don’t mind staying on the line for me. “...Okay, fine, I’ll stay on the line.” What can go wrong? Tommy considered. “Really, stranger? You’ll be my friend for the night” he shrugged “Yeah, don’t see why not, maybe you can watch a movie with me from… wherever you are” Tommy palpated with the controller a little “What kind of movie?” “a scary one of course” the strangers quiet chuckle could be heard on Tommy’s end “What's your favorite scary movie?” “ha, I bet yours is the original scream film, this reminds me a lot of that first scene” “woah your a good guesser” “thank you” and before Tommy could answer the question the doorbell rung “oh I’m sorry, that was the doorbell can you wait a sec” he requested, standing up from the couch and grabbing the candy bowl “yeah but make sure you have your answer ready” “don’t worry mister, and I’ll be right back”
The pretty teen opened the door as usual, giving the kids their candy, and complimenting their costumes, before waving goodbye and closing the door. Tommy put the bowl down on the kitchen counter, glancing up…to see that damn window above the sink, it was open again, letting all the cold air and bugs in. Okay I know I closed it this time he thought with a pout walking to the window closing it again locking it this time, as he strode back to the couch picking up the phone “Sorry about that stranger” “no worries” he picked the remote back up “as I was saying, I think for my favorite I’d have to say nightmare on elm street” “is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers” “Yeah Freddy Kruger” “Ah, Freddy that's right, I liked that one it was scary” Tommy picked up another biscuit “yeah…well at least the first one was, the rest of them sucked massive balls” Tommy Heard the man on the other end wheezed, cackling before taking a deep breath “huu~ you're funny” “thank you”
The blond put the biscuit into his maw with a crunch. “What’s that noise?” “Biscuits” Tommy responded with his mouth full, “...is like…is that with the rest of your dinner? Or…” Tommy side-eyed the phone before realizing the confusion as he swallowed. “Oh no, biscuits as in what you Americans call cookies.” The stranger let out an audible Oh before tittering “Really? While watching a movie? I would have gone for popcorn.” “I would have too, but we don’t have that in our house.” “Hmm, makes sense.” The awkward silence between the two was sharp. Lasting a solid minute, Tommy flipped through the movie selection on his television when the other line spoke up.
“Sooo, you got a boyfriend?” Tommy huffed, amused. “What makes you think I even like boys?” “Hey, I’m just wondering,” Tommy chuckled at how unapologetically he was getting hit on. “Hmm, right?” “So, do you have a boyfriend?” “Why? Do you wanna ask me out on a date?” he teased “Maybe?” Tommy picked up another biscuit. “Well, for your information, I’m very much single.” Tommy heard how the man's breath hitched on the line. “You never told me your name.” “Why do you wanna know my name?” “Because I wanna know who I’m looking at.” Tommy froze from misgiving, midbite almost comically, before figuring it was just a reference. “Ha, funny,” The younger continued his bite of biscuit, hearing a chortle. “I scared you, though just a little, huh?”
“Yeah, that had me, for…like a second.” He giggled, feeling like shrinking into his skin as a response to the cold. That’s not normal. Tommy peered over to the kitchen to see… ”That damn window again,” Tommy gritted his teeth, standing up to march up to the problem. “What?” “It's nothing really, just that this fucking window- Tommy slammed it shut locking it again -won’t stay closed, It’s cold as balls where I am right now” “That makes sense, winter’s around the corner” Tommy made his way back to the cushion “ugh don’t remind me” the man on the other end chuckled as Tommy slumped in his seat.
“I still don’t know what to call you,” the younger tittered before responding, “You can call me…danger Kraken.” “... You’re ridiculous.” “It’s just a nickname.” “It’s dumb.” “ok then, asshole, what should I call you?” The man took a pregnant pause. “...my friends call me Dream.” “That's a stupid fucking name.” “ok, fine, you can just call me Clay.” “That's even worse.” “You know what, let’s just uh leave that topic, so what model do you have?” Tommy furrowed his eyebrows. “Hmm?” “The model of your landline” “Oh I have a…uh CKT9007 it has a radio in it, it’s pretty epic” “damn you win, I have one of those burger phones” Tommy cackled selecting the original scream movie to watch “When was this a competition” “never was, I’m just saying yours is cooler than mine”
They both cracked up a little. “So danger, wha-” “Danger Kraken” Tommy interrupted, just trying to annoy the man in a friendly way. The stranger…or Dream scoffed “ok, danger Kraken what’s your costume” “You go first” “Guess” Tommy considered for a total of…two seconds “Ghostface final answer” “Was it too obvious” “blatantly so” Tommy heard the adoring sigh of Clay on the other side of the line “what's your costume than” Tommy pondered whether to tell him the truth that he was not in a costume or just make something up…he chose the clear choice “Oh I’m dressed in a nun costume it’s all sexy and shit”
The stranger sighed in merriment, “Ahh…Blondie, I can see you lying.” The petite male benumbed with fear. That’s no reference. “What did you say?” Tommy paused his movie. “I said I got a feeling you’re lying.” “...that's not what you said.” The blond mounted upright, stepping to the front room’s window and peering through the blinds. “What do you think I said?” Tommy took two steps to the knife display eyeing it for the worst to come “...you said that you could see I was lying, and you called me blondie, I never told you I was blond” Tommy heard a scoff in his ear “Whaaat~ nooo~ you’re hearing things” Tommy's face twitched, tightening in disgust willing the phone into his full view before putting it back against his ear, taking more steps into the kitchen though he almost slipped “...Who the fuck are you…really!?” “What do you mean, handsome?” A bead of sweat expelled down Tommy’s forehead as he extended his arm, his fingertips grazing one of the big vegetable knives. “What do you want from me?” he unsheathed the tool.
“I just want a friend for tonight.” “Oh no, I can tell there's more to this, dickhead.” Tommy weakly attempted to guffaw as his vocal cords shook, his grip on the weapon faltered, while the boy stepped back frantically, looking around. Turning his back to the counter, he noticed the window was unlocked…again. “Now I’m gonna ask again…What. Do. You. Want.” Tommy slides closer to the window, reaching to lock it once more, with actual success. The blond sighed in relief before it struck him. He didn’t get an answer. “ANSWER ME, MOTHER FUCKER”
“It’s all too clear you weren’t taught manners”
Tommy blinked in surprise, being able to hear the second Dream frown. The atmosphere thickened all around the house when Tommy started taking strides toward the phone. “I’m hanging the fuck uP-” those words managed their way out as Tommy hit the common space carpet, hip slamming the transition strip, dropping both objects. The boy whimpered out a ‘fuck’, letting a tear run to the wool floorage. “You hang up and it will be the last mistake you’ll ever make,” Dream spat, knowing Tommy could still hear the landline from its locality. The beautiful teen whined, reaching his digits around the mobile, his other hand reached for the skin under the fabric, feeling at his aching side. “...what do I do then?“ “Simple…stay on the line…and play a game with me.”
Tommy sat upright, crawling backward and leaning against the couch. “...ok” he wept, repeating himself about twice. “Good, Good,” You could hear how Dream grinned as Tommy took a deep breath to compose himself before granting feedback. “What's the game?” “Oh, just trivia, the category is horror movies.” Tommy hovered his hand over the knife in paranoia. “Question one- Dream continued -name the killer in the film Friday the 13th.” Tommy looked to the roof in thought. “...Jason’s…mum, Ms.Voorhees?” “Wow, I’m impressed, everyone always yells 'Jason, it’s Jason’ when I ask that.” “Only idiots who haven't seen the movie say, Jason, he didn’t show up until the sequel.” Tommy eased up, though he still kept his hand on the kitchen item.
“Well, good boy then, you get a gold star and you move to the next round.” Something in Tommy…tingled, something sick, something masochistic, and something lustful raddled jittering against his bones at Clay’s every word “...cool, uh, what’s the- What’s the next question?” “Eager are we? Right then, question two: how many minutes were cut from the original My Bloody Valentine film?” “...I never saw that movie.” “I’ll give you a hint: what is the Portuguese word nove in English?” Tommy looked all around, repeating the word over and over in his mind, trying to make sense of the number. “It kinda sounds like nine, so that's what I’m going with.”
“Wow, you’re really smart; you got it right,” Tommy sighed in relief, standing with the knife and cell phone in his hand. “Great…will you leave me be now?” “Aw, why? We’re having fun, aren’t we…Tommy,” Tommy groaned, whining as he threw his head in a circle from annoyance. “COME ON, MAN, I’ve done all you’ve asked- Tommy whined fear wrapping his vocal cords -Please ~ just let me be~” the older chuckled after a hiss. “Oh ~ baby boy, you sound just as gorgeous as you look when you're terrified.”
Tommy's breath shook, and he started to blush from the voice and context. But then again, his concern was being completely ignored, and it was now all too confirmed that he was being stalked. Something in Tommy purred at the thought of being desired like that, but everything else in him was beating the attraction back with all sorts of blunt objects. Without thinking, the teenager slammed the landline back together before panicking upstairs.
Tommy ran through the hallway for his sister's room, abandoning the knife. Wilbur has a shotgun. I can protect myself, He thought before shivering when the landline in her room went off. Tommy somehow managed to get into the room, shutting the door behind him, sweating to the sound of continuous ringing as he pushed himself to the floor, reaching for the chest Wilbur hid under her bed.
Tommy didn’t properly know how to use it. Rumbling with it, he picked up the phone, hanging up, dialing for the local police. “911, what's your emergency?” “Hello? My name is Tommy, and someone's stalking me. They might be in my house.” “Alright, Tommy, where are you?” “5972 Clydesdale Ave-” without warning, the line cut “Hello? Hello?” then the phone rang without a caller ID. Tommy shrieked, still trying to figure out how to turn the safety off on the gun, going on the defensive, hands shaking as he answered, “He-hello?”
“I thought I told you not to hang up on me.”
Tommy gasped, backing up against the window. Tommy held the rifle close to his chest, frantically looking around the room. “FUCK OFF MAN,” Tommy screams down the phone, “Leave me alone~ MY SIBLINGS ARE FUCKING PSYCO, AN-AND MY DAD’S A VETERARIAN.” Tommy stopped to catch his breath before chuckling about how fucked he thought the asshole on the other end was. “And I just rang the police, so you might as well start running while you still can, BECAUSE YOU. ARE. FUCKED-” “Are you done?” Tommy felt like this guy personally reached through the phone and slapped him in the fucking face. He gritted his teeth with furrowed eyebrows, pulling the phone away from his ear, looking over it for two seconds.
“You know what, no asshole,” Tommy responded, holding the wireless landline to his lip, “I want to know where you get off stalking boys like me, home alone, scared, outcast, under-” “underaged, skinny, defenseless ~...blond~” The teenager looked at the phone, stunned as all the puzzle pieces fell into place, though you could argue it was sat solved…right in front of his face, from the start. “...Oh my god, this is actually like a thing for you.” “You only just noticed Blondie~” Clay hummed back, “I-I don’t consent” “...Oh, but that’s the fun part, plus you kinda implied it, with all your teasing and joking around, but don’t worry, there is a way out of this.” “How, I’ll do anything to get you to go wank off somewhere else.” Tommy spoke sternly, his grip on the gun tightening, “Whoa, slow down Dollie, you don’t even know what I’m gonna ask. You don’t want to agree to something you’ll regret~ Do you?~” Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, looking away from the phone, his whole body shrinking in on itself, tense, as Tommy’s face burned with a sucked in bottom lip, the feeling of guilty little butterflies bubbling in his stomach. “Toms~ don’t leave me hangin' here.” Tommy swallowed his guilty pleasure, “Don’t call me that.” “Aw, but we’re friends, aren’t we?” “Just tell me the damn question.” “Whoa, Tommy relax, I’ll tell you, your bonus question is… what way will I break in?”
Immediately, a million neurons screamed the answer to Tommy, all saying the same thing that fucking window, of course, it was so obvious… too obvious, was the window opening over and over a fail-safe, or was that the only way Dream could think of, or was the lock on the window just faulty as hell… no it had to be that this weird fuck broke the lock, wanting to break in and fuck the brains out of this blondie before leaving him to bleed on this carpeted floor… Even if Tommy didn’t want to die a virgin, Tommy's type isn’t creepy smooth talkers who get a thrill off of stalking minors, but the worst thing Tommy was thinking had to be… What if he was cute, with piercing eyes, fluffy hair, and scary strong, no, what, stop, Tommy, this guy is trying to rape and kill you.
“tick tock Tomzy~” Tommy snapped back into reality, holding the gun pointed at the door, eyes sharp, deadset, he was right, but just wanted to be sure.
“That damn window,” “where sweetheart~” “...above the sink”
…
The line cut, Dream hung up… Dream hung up.
Tommy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, dropping his arms, before grinning like an idiot, closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath in, knowing he’s never going to take being alive and breathing for granted again. He smiled, shaking his head, gently guffawing about how his family would make the psychopath pay for the scare. He took one step, then another,
before the sound of shattering glass shattered his relief and made his grip on the gun he didn’t own tighten once more, whipping his head around to see a tall, muscular man dressed in all black with a Ghostface mask and roughed up leather black work boots bursting through the big window with a hunter's knife in one hand “oops, you're wrong~” Tommy tried lifting the gun but Dream had already grabbed him by the wrist and twisted making the teenager wince as he was practically shoved to the floor.
“No, no, no! Get off me,” Tommy was already panicking, his hands kicking frantically, scared shitless even further when the pretty teen was reminded of what Clay had in his hands by pressing it against his neck. “You might wanna stop Tomzy~” Tommy didn’t calm down, but he did stop squirming, even if he was shaking in fear. “Good boy~ see, I knew you could learn manners.” Tommy swallowed nothing but shame in response; everything wrong flew back up to the surface, Tommy’s face burned, and the butterflies came back in forceful effect, and the scared shivers traveled and made his cock spring in excitement like a puppy, which Tommy tried to hide.
The teen looked into the mask mesh, catching sight of toxically green eyes and the pure, unadulterated desire behind them. Those eyes burned in Tommy, hunting his mores down to accede, and like it, it would be a downright tragedy if the blond said it out loud, but this stranger danger was just his type, and before Tommy knew it, Dream had his hand on the bottom seam of his white shirt. “Wait, wait, please, I don’t want to die like this.” “aw…I digress, your cute little face is all pink, you like this, don’t you?” Tommy put one hand against his face, feeling how heated he was and refusing to make eye contact, realizing the stranger was right before Dream straight up flipped him over on his chest, still holding the knife against Tommy's throat.
“WAIT WAIT WAIT, I don’t think I’m ready~” The older man simply and gently pulled Tommy’s pajama pants down, feeling the smooth, soft fabric of Calvin Klein kneading at his ass like the weirdest massage ever… but without such intent, Tommy still unwound and relaxed even with a blade threatening him. The petite one whined, biting the lower inside of his mouth, all as a response to a sudden spanking. Dream hissed, yanking the undergarments off the blonde, forcing a gasp.
Tommy's legs began to shake in disquiet and excitement. Squeezing his eyelids shut, tense as all hell, Dream noticed and amusingly rolled his eyes, sliding a hand along the petite boy's back, from the top of his shoulders to the squish of his upper thigh. The stronger stranger was petting Tomz, easing his nerves, “shh, baby, I need you to breathe, relax, I’ll be gentle…at first.” Tommy took a deep breath, relaxing his face, most importantly, his jaw. Tommy was making a huge mistake, not even trying to fight back. His sister taught him how to disarm someone with a weapon, any weapon, but the blond was so lost in thinking about how his rapist was his type.
Ok, I should stop him, this is sick, I should be trying to save myself…but- “good boy~” and like that Tommy’s mind went blank and he folded his arm on the floor, tried pressing his lower face against his arms, before remembering the knife nibbling his lower lip. Well, if I die at least I’ll have fun~ This way of thinking tickled as Dream began to undo his belt, the blond’s heart pounded in his chest, threatening to rend itself out from under his ribs. Aforetime, the man of hunting viper eyes initiated undoing the fly of his pants, slowly unsheathing himself from his boxers.
Clay slightly lifted his mask before holding Tommy's face down to keep his identity whelve. Leaning forward and letting his spit drip down the teen's slim body to his virgin asshole, making it glisten, and Tommy flinched from the cold lubricant as the leftover dripped on the carpeted floor.
The hands grip in Tommy's coiffure loosened till it was gone, to pull the mask back down before transferring onto Dream's cock, lining himself up without Tommy’s knowledge of just how unprepared he was, without warning, Tommy jolted and hissed at a pain at the entrance of his ass like something was trying to force its way in, sure enough, the older stranger was attempting just to shove himself into Tommy’s body and enjoying the struggle, the Drag causing the pretty petite boy pain, but most of all he was obsessed with how he made Tommy bleed from such an intimate part. “STOP STOP, ow DREAM- you’re- you’re hurting me~” “oh yeah, I am~” Dream bit at his lower lip, continuing to force himself on this blondie.
“Wh-what the FUCK, I-I thought you said- said you’d be gentle~” “hmm? This is my kind of gentle~” Dream whimpered with Tommy as he hit a good bundle of nerves, for Dream to then take the hand threatening Tommy’s neck and make it latch onto his golden locks with the knife still in hand before bottoming out, beginning to pull and drag in and out slowly, meanwhile Tommy is bleating, whining, tears starting to roll down his face from the pain.
“Aw, baby, don’t cry, I’ve got you.” Tommy's sniveling only intensified as Dream pushed his face further into the floor, quickening and sharpening his thrusts. Tommy's insides felt like they were on fire, and so did his brain, feeling nothing but the burning, painfully nice sensations and focusing on them obsessively because of Dream’s incessant, non-stop moving jackhammering his insides.
“Please- please~ it hurts so much~” Tommy continued to cry, his scalp screaming like it was about to tear off from the pulling. “Aw, my poor baby… It’s supposed to hurt; that's how I like you.” Clay leaned his face down, baring his face in the teenager's shoulder as his free hand wrapped around Tommy's slim midriff, keeping his pace, but with the new angle, Tommy started moaning, whining, and tearing up in pleasure as Dream hit his prostate over and over, poking and prodding at that sensitive spot.
The pain softened over time, and pleasure was bulldozing it. Tommy started to genuinely enjoy this, his own rape, as the pain fizzled away, signaled by his insistent lewd sounds. Dream was really fucking his brains out, hitting his sweet spot over and over, driving Tommy to get closer and closer to cumming. “Go on, do it, Dolly, cum for me. I know you're close~” the masked stranger whispered in Tommy’s ear.
Dream moved his hand from Tommy’s hair back to threatening his neck, the knife glinting in the light from being freshly sharpened before Dream even got to the house, continuously thrusting in and out of Tommy’s body, growing increasingly desperate to make Tommy cum. The teenage boy gets louder and louder, crying harder before his orgasm finally reaches a point where he can't hold it in. Dream sees this and only goes faster, chasing the point of filling a skinny blonde boy.
“Fuck~ fuck~ fuuuuck~ take it, take it, TAKE ME~!” and like that, still holding the knife, Clay collapsed on top of Tommy, wrapping his arms around him, piping and painting his insides white with some extra gentle thrusts after words to really ensure this ghostface made his full mark. “Aw~ love your insides are so warm, and squishy.” They just lay there for a moment, catching their breath, and Tommy… collecting his thoughts.
Wait, we’re done…he-... HE’S GONNA KILL ME. I NEED TO FIND THE GUN NOW. Tommy’s brain began to scream as he looked around, panicking about his sister's gun, frantically looking around before they finally landed on it across the room. As Dream lifted himself off Tommy, the teenage boy seized the opportunity and started frantically crawling for the gun.
“Where do you think you're going?” the older man said, grabbing Tommy by the hair, dragging him back to a position on his knee’s and the bright blonde immediately started fighting and begging for his life. “PLEASE, we can talk about this, you don’t really have to kill me, please, like seriously I’ll-.” “Kill you? Now? Nooooo~ tomzy you got it all wrong…” Tommy sighs in relief, thinking he could live to tell the tale and get Justus for it.
“That part doesn’t come yet~” “...What?” without responding or warning Tommy, the boy was pulled slightly higher off the ground, and the hunter's knife was plunged into the side of the teenager's cheek and out the other side of his face. Tommy screamed in pure agony before Dream shimmied the knife out, chuckling, watching Tommy look at all the blood, thinking about how cute his qualm for life was in a state of panic. “Pet, don’t worry, I didn’t hit an artery.”
While Tommy was in a state of trepidation, taking deep breaths, still feeling his face bleeding from both ends, Dream was busy stoking his cock before lining himself up with the wound across Tommy’s face. “You bast-” Tommy couldn’t even finish his obloquy; he taisted his own iron crimson and the kick of dick.
The sensation wasn’t suffocating like Tommy imagined a normal face fuck to feel like, but he felt completely and utterly gagged as Dream started thrusting. He was actually gentle this Time, except for how the stranger in black yanked at the younger's smooth locks, holding Tommy in place; the only thing keeping Tommy from fighting was the tame portent still at Dream's side and Tommy still being in favor of trying new things.
Tommy was still fresh from his high and discovering a masochistic side he never considered could be fun, one he pushed deep, one he felt shame for, the teenage boy was reveling in finally getting the chance to explore these vagaries, even if this literally killed him; this, in his mind, is the most lovingly way to die.
The petite one smiled as Dream kept up his slow thrusts, rolling his tongue around the underside of the meat, feeling at the veins and muscles. You could hear the smile on Dream's lips as he groaned, “Ohh~ you like this now,” the older sighed, moving his hand from the gorgeous boy's hair to the side of his face with his middle and index fingers splayed where the tip of his cock poked through the side of Tommy’s face, adding a haggard texture to the feel at the end, along with better supporting the teenage boys head.
Tommy’s eyes were locked on the gun originally until the loving hand placement. Oh, forget it. What’s the point? It’s not like I have a chance, besides, I’m having so much fun~ Tommy cositered looking up into the mesh of the mask, beaming. “Wow, I hit the jackpot picking you.”
It could have just been the blood loss, but Tommy got in over his head, but he started daydreaming about living through this, filled with delusional thoughts of dating his literal rapist. Maybe if I’m good and survive, he’ll keep me. It would be sad to leave my family behind, but if this guy wants me, all of me, maybe he deserves me; he did go through all this effort after all.
Dream started moving faster. Tommy responded with an unintentionally sultry giggle, wrapping his tongue along the underbelly of Dream's cock, and reaching one hand to his cheek on Dream’s hand, stroking the tip as it moved.
Dream hummed, picking up the paste, jackhammering into the flesh, chasing a tactility of pure heaven, threatening Tommy with the knife as he threw his head up. “Good boy~ Fuck, your face feels great~” Tommy reviled in diving this dangerous stranger crazy with his mouth, moving his tongue to rub anywhere it can reach before Dream pulled back farther than before, thrusting into Tommy’s throat through the face hole, the base of his cock was still in, releasing for the second time without warning.
“Go on, Tom, swallow, don’t let me go to waste.” Tommy did as told, swallowing every last drop before alas Dream pulled out. Tommy, without someone holding him in place, leaned against Dream's legs, dizzy and pale from blood loss. Thankfully, the bleeding in itself was slowing down.
Dream gently abraded at the bright blonde's skull, kneeling down to Tommy’s level, holding him in his arms, his free hand snaking around to Tommy’s face, covering his eyes, making the Nymphet temporarily amaurotic, and with no words said, Tommy heard a slight shuffle of fabric and a loving brushing of lips on the side of his face “do you still want to beg for your life? Or do you want to die happy~?”
Tommy bit at his lower lip, thinking about it as his legs rubbed together. Why stop, why come down from this high? Besides, what if I live through the fun way~ “...Will you keep me if I live?” The words slipped out like this was normal. Dream let out an amused breath before pulling his mask back down, uncovering Tommys lightheaded eyes.
“Of course, doll~” The older man turned Tommy over and gently laid him down on his back, like he was made of pure porcelain, a stark contrast to his plans, positioning himself between Tommys legs, recreating the same predicament they started in, but instead of fighting like before, the slim beaut crossed his legs, locking Dream in place.
They were truly different people from their initial intuition; this no longer felt like a dangerous script where there will be no winner in the end. This felt forbidden, intriguing, and overwhelmingly romantic. Clay lifted the hunting knife before curessing it against the teenager's ribs, a clammed, perfect attempt at intimidation, setting Tommy’s mind ablaze.
The knife raised as Dream stared directly into Tommy’s soul, the dark stranger's free hand coerced its way to the facet hem of Tommy’s shirt, easing it away from the desired spot. “You ready~” Tommy stared the knife and its viperous sheen down, nodding without hesitation, sucking in a breath, welcoming the impact.
Tommy’s eyes stayed locked on the blade as Dream moved it in an up-and-down movement, lining up his strike, before, with a romantically pained gasp, in a blink and you miss it motion, the knife plunged right above the blue-eyed beauty’s belly button, through the muscle, and made its way into Tommy’s intestines.
Dream gently pulled the knife from the flesh, lowering his head down with his hand on the hem of the mask, lifting his cover, one hand on the ground, keeping the stranger elevated, and the other discarding the knife, splitting the wound wider, all preparing for Dream to tongue and taste the hemoglobin and iner gore of Tommy like it was the forbidden fruit of a woman.
Tommy felt the caressing tickle in his organs, feeling every twinge and tingle as Dream's tongue played and fondled with the dolly boy’s body from the inside out, finishing off with a suck in of pure liquid red love. Tommy giggled from the drinking vibration, before Dream handed His second face back down over his biological identity, blood splaying everywhere, pooling on Tommy’s stomach.
The older’s gloved hand reached into Tommy’s newfound hole opening and fidgeted with it, as their lungs each worked overtime, the petite one giggling and enjoying all sorts of new sensations, as the hunting one groaned, dick rising back from the dead. “Damnit~ I hope you live, you are a perfect little snuff pup~” Clay Sucked in a hint of drool as his more active hand drifted from Tommy’s beautiful, bleeding body and onto his excited appendage, stroking himself briefly, lining himself up with the gash.
The younger was completely and utterly in the darkest la-la land, and who can blame him? He went through his formative teenage years thinking something was, entirely, fundamentally wrong with him. Only for there to be someone worse who wanted him so inherently badly that he broke in just to get close. It was a curly, loving kind of thing, like a tried-and-true 'death do us part' piece of jewelry, the kind that scars you if you take it off —the drilled-into-your-finger type.
Tommy’s heart skipped a beat as his ghostfaced tormentor brute forced his way into his body, the new way, squirting cherry red, and he moved desperately, for the feel of Tommy’s insides from the outside. The snuff puppy gasped and giggled at the poking at his intestines, the dragging pull at his muscles, and the sprightly bumping at his major veins.
The eyes of Tommy fluttered up across the floor back to the gun of his grotesque sister. If she knew how this all started, she’d be so thwarted, along with his older brother, Tech, not to mention his parents… but they wouldn’t have ever understood either way. Tommy looked Dream back in his hidden face.
What do they know about taboo anyway? They never understood and never would. Tommy grinned up at his personal embodiment of forbidden horror-themed fervor, moaning and tingling at every slight touch from the outside to within, growing paler and colder slowly.
The older’s thrusts grew faster, falling for all the different organic textures and spots to hit, while Tommy was the perfect view, turning into a near-dead beauty with his eyes lazily half closed, arms lying helplessly over his head, giving Dream the look of classic romantic masochism.
Tommy’s breathing was really struggling to keep up as more blood was spreading. Tommy’s body was like ice, and Tommy’s brain felt like a feather; it was clearer than glass the young one’s days weren’t numbered… but instead it was his hours, hell, it was more rooted in reality to say his minutes were what was numbered.
Tommy’s falling heart acted, a weak shaking hand reaching for the ghostface mask, before Dream took his hand, holding it tight to keep his face hidden. “No, Tommy,” the younger’s eyes pouted in plea, wishing to devour the curious cat.
“Please, Clay~ I’m done for, I want to finish this movie knowing the killer~” Dream’s heart skipped a beat, his breath hitching, there was someone in this confusing, disgusting world, that matched his freak…and they were going to die, by his hands. Fuck Tommy deserves to see him; he needed to know someone would love him without the psychotic cover.
Dream had already stopped before slowly letting Tommy’s hand go with shivers as he focused on thrusting like his life depended on it. Tommy started tearing up with pleasure, still managing to pull the mask away, first bearing witness to blood-soaked lips with black snake bite piercings, then to a chiseled jaw and nose like a vintage statue, and with eyes shaped like a kicked puppy but with the pupils of Medusa, all topped off with puddle, fluffy, dirty blonde hair.
Tommy’s eyes finally had some focus to them as they widened, damn, this guy really is my type~ He thought, putting both hands to Dream's face without expression. Dream didn’t stop moving as a jackal-like smile glided onto his face. “What's the matter, Tommy, you look like you’ve seen a ghost~” It was then that Tommy’s head tilted, forsaken lust painted all over his face. “You’re… beautiful to me”
“...Fuck~” Dream collapsed over Tommy, still jackhammering at his organs, wrapping his arms around Tommy like he’d disappear, forcing his lips over his snuff pup, kissing like it’s saving his life, getting more blood over his face from Tommy’s never-healing face-fuck scars, Tommy combing his fingers through Dream's locks. “I’m gonna cum puppy~” Dream said between breaths, slipping his new dying love, his blood-stained tongue.
Tommy whined, whimpering, feeling the same way, and as a confirmation of them falling for each other wholeheartedly, they tainted one another, Dream staining his intestinal track with baby batter, and Tommy leaving a washable, replasible mark on Dream’s black clothing.
They detached from one another, a string of saliva holding them together as they just stared, rotting purity looking into delectable depravity, and vice versa. Tommy smiled, though feeling the weakest and most useless he’s ever felt. “Don’t- Don’t stop~ Please~” Dream didn’t need to be told twice; he held Tommy down by the throat. Tommy’s eyes rolled up as if heaven was just behind his eyes, falling into the light.
Tommy was making noise… until it got quieter, and quieter, before he was completely stifled, his limbs once holding Dreams' hands over his throat, flopped to his sides, his legs that enishaly held Clay to him off of sheer will power… lost that power. Tommy, the perfect boy who looked like a doll… finally became one, decayed with a sick smile on his face.
You’re going to need a lollipop and razor blade mold(you can find them both on AliExpress, especially the razor blade mold, which is smaller on Ali), a culinary brush, a thermometer, lollipop sticks (duh), a baking spatula (look it up if you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about), and two saucepans, and for later a plastic bag and a blunt object.
Ingreadient’s
1 cup of granulated sugar, ½ cup of you’re desired flavor juice (I use strawberry or cherry juice, but you can use any juice so long as it’s clear), ¼ cup of water, and ¼ cup of white/clear corn syrup. For the Razer Razerblade candy, just get a soda of your choice and any chalk-like hard candy (think of Smarties for example)
Candy intructucions
(side note: make sure these are done before starting on the actual lollipop part)
Simply get the hard chalk like candy, put it in a bag, and crush it like it owes you money, till it’s a powder, then pour your candy powder into the razor blade mold and add soda, letting it dissolve and merry together until you get this weird muck. That’s when you pop it in the freezer, letting it settle. Optionally, you can keep it as is or cover it in edible glitter to make it look a little bit real.
Lollipop Instructions
First, prep the lollipop mold, because once the ingredients are on the stove, you have to lock in, and you won't have time to set it up later.
In a sausepan, get your juice, and boil the hell out of it until it’s like a weird wine texture. This step makes it so the juice no longer has water in it from the boiling, then you take it off the heat and put it aside.
Now, you add your water and sugar, making sure all the sugar is wet and that you scrape at the sides of your saucepan as best you can for the best results, then add your corn syrup and turn the stove on high.
Get your culinary brush and dip it in cold water, brushing the sides of the inner sides to avoid crystallization.
Get you’re thermometer and check for temperature, making sure you’re not touching the bottom, and once your mixture is at 300 degrees Fahrenheit, that's when you cut the heat and get your reduced juice and mix it all together.
Now you finally get to pour your lollipops into the molds, making sure to add the razor blade candy after one layer, about just when the lollipop mixture touches the stick, to add in your candy before covering it over.
With that, you let them settle and cool off on your counter table floor, whatever, and you're done.
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