ʰᶤᵍʰ 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 @barr3l - Tumblr Blog

personally , i’m tired of the secondhand embarrassment. so here’s a random assortment of nsfw actions and dialogue prompts that don’t feel too over the top. ( don’t forget to add [ reverse ] if you’d like to see the receiver perform the action. )

actions.

[ PULL ]: sender pulls receivers hair.

[ HICKEY ]: sender gives receiver a hickey.

[ TRAIL ]: sender leaves a trail of kisses down receivers stomach.

[ HIPS ]: sender pulls receiver in closer by the hips.

[ KNEES ]: sender lowers themselves to their knees.

[ STRIPTEASE ]: sender teasingly strips their clothes.

[ STRIP ]: sender undresses receiver.

[ GRIND ]: sender grinds on receivers thigh.

[ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver.

[ PASSENGER ]: sender touches receiver while sender is driving.

[ DRIVER ]: sender goes down on / touches receiver while receiver is driving.

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]: sender repeatedly making receiver orgasm.

[ PUBLIC ]: sender and receiver have sex somewhere public.

[ CAR ]: sender and receiver have sex in a car.

[ CONTROL ]: sender is riding receiver and receiver takes control by guiding their hips.

[ SHY ]: sender covers their face and receiver moves their hands away.

[ EYES ]: sender makes receiver look them in the eyes.

[ BEG ]: sender begs receiver to touch / fuck them.

[ MORNING ]: sender wakes receiver up with sex.

[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in receivers lap to tease them.

[ CAMERA ]: sender records receiver.

[ RECORD ]: sender is recorded by receiver.

[ MOUTH ]: sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth.

[ LOVE ]: sender tells receiver they love them during.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver onto bed.

dialogue.

“ you look so pretty like this. “

“ i want to spend all night learning every sound you make. “

“ let me take care of you. “

“ i’m not wearing any underwear right now. “

“ you’re really good at that. “

“ god, you’re so wet / hard …. “

“ i think about you when i touch myself. “

“ tell me what you want. “

“ please touch / fuck me. “

“ i love teasing you. “

“ touch yourself for me. “

“ i get so wet / hard around you. “

“ get on your knees. “

“ you’re such a tease. “

“ tell me you’re mine. “

“ i’m yours. “

“ i want you to cum for me. “

“ i want you to cum in me. “

“ i’ll be good, i promise. “

“ you’re doing so good for me. “

“ you feel so good. “

“ you sound so pretty when you moan. “

“ i could be your toy. “

“ fuck me like you love me. “

“ i’m gonna cum- “

“ i just want to feel something. “

“ i wanna be on top this time. “

nightprompts

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( various non - halloween themed dialogue prompts for all your slashers, final girls, and other horrors beyond your comprehension. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to edit as you seem fit. )

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜

❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜

❛ i want to see your true face. ❜

❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜

❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜

❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜

❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜

❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

❛ there you are, my darling! ❜

❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜

❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜

❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜

❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜

❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜

❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜

❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜

❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜

❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜

❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜

❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜

❛ are you… smelling me? ❜

❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜

❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜

❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜

❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜

❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜

❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜

❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜

❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜

❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜

leafsprompts

graveyard based sentence starters.

“ um, no that’s fucking creepy.” ” i’m not going into a fucking graveyard at night, are you mental ?” “ i thought you said it was an unmarked grave ?” “ you shouldn’t enter a graveyard after midnight.” “ i think this one has been dug up fresh.” “ are we meant to be in here ?” “i’m pretty sure the sign that said “do not enter” was being serious. signs don’t tend to lie.” “ they died like hundreds of years ago but their grave should still be here.” “ there’s just so many of them.” “ shouldn’t there be a register or something ?” “ my grandpa is buried here.” “ i can’t believe they died so young.” ” you always hang around in graveyards ? ” “i’m not going back to that graveyard, not after last time.” “ they say she was buried alive.” “ you think anyone saw us ?” “ it’s not breaking and entering if no one sees us.” “ don’t be such a scaredy-cat.” “ no one is going to pop out of a grave.” “ we should stick to the path.” “ ghosts aren’t real and neither are zombies.” “ the chain was already off the gate, i’d say we’re fine.” “ this place gives me the creeps.” “ i can’t make out what it says.” “ did you hear something ?” “ you really come here every halloween ?” “ should that be open ?” “ that .. is a terrible name for a person.” “ oh look ! a raven. so spooky.” “ you got caught wandering around a graveyard at night ?” “ they said he crawled out of his own grave.” “ how does someone crawl out of their own grave ?” “ i have this recurring dream about waking up in my own grave, but i try not to read too much into it.”

xen0lush

she let me hit cause I'm endearingly macabre

#lmfao

hungryfictions

my man is getting haunted to death

#˖⁺.꒦꒷꒦꒷⛧ [ 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝟑𝐋. ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ˒ ⸻ 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗.#I mean fr

nmolesofadrenaline

#˖⁺.꒦꒷꒦꒷⛧ [ 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝟑𝐋. ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ˒ ⸻ 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌.

Hi, so I write barrel mainly in the 90’s and early 2000’s. He is an angst ridden, poetry writing, clove cigarette smoking, black nail polish wearing, horror movie loving, guyliner sporting little emo fuck. He’s very much “listening to Deftones and practicing my boy whimpers” energy while also having a noose hung up on the inside of his locker. That is all.

#do we see the vision #mobile riot is mobile

barr3l

there was a time when tracey and dale roberts were in love. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, when the walls weren't yellowed from smoke and peppered with holes that had been punched through them or worse.

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝, her whole world flipped upside down. there was hope, a reason for her and dale to leave behind their vices, a new lease on life in the form of a baby that the pair would put all of their love into. and they managed to do it, too. at least for a little while.

barrel can remember deep within the fog of his mind's eye, the memory of his third birthday - dinosaur themed, a confetti cake, the smiling faces of his parents. he can remember the smell of candles being blown out, the warmth of his mother's arms wrapped around him as she whispered to make a wish. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎.

it was after his fifth birthday that everything changed. one fateful day is all it took to take a family and turn them into strangers gnawing at each other's throats. dale wasn't paying attention the way he should have been that day when he left his place of work - another work site, another day spent in the sun drilling up walls and carrying metal beams. he knew better than to walk around without watching where he was going, but he was too focused on lighting his cigarette. 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝. while his body went one way, his leg went another, snapping the tendons in his knee with a sound some of his workers say they could hear from all the way on the second floor. countless surgeries and pain left dale with an addiction to opiates, even after he was fully healed - though he never truly healed properly.

tracey, who always seemed to be connected to dale in that special way all soulmates are, followed right along with him, heading straight first into the maelstrom of addiction that seemingly swallowed their home whole. 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. sure, there were moments of "i'm sorry" and "i'll get help" and they always lasted a while before co-dependency and addiction won.

𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. the louder they got, the more secluded barrel would become. his clothes got darker, music got heavier. nights that were once spent on the couch together watching tv turned to barrel drowning out another one of their fights with music blasting from his speakers and a pill to numb him.

he was alone, save for the only friends he'd ever known. the only two people in his life he trusted - his real family : 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 & 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔.

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