#all5horizons

[miidnighters-a]

@all5horizons | NSFW GIF Meme | 6e

All their soft smiles and delicate baby's had led them here, hadn't they? Billie draped over Samara's back, her cock resting between the other's folds (though not either of their focus), as she reaches around to work the other woman's clit.

"That's it, baby." Billie murmurs, an arm wrapped around Samara's back, holding her steady. "Cum for me."

[godblooded]

@all5horizons [HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver’s hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver’s cheek a moment longer. / from allyson for alana in the post-halloween kills au. why not.

alana bloom is known to be foolish. it’s become her brand, to some extent, to make bad choices based entirely on their emotional merit. that is to say for all her intellect, all her brilliance, all her tactful control — it seems to go out the window, actually (she thinks it, and it’s well enough she doesn’t laugh) when she’s faced with sincerity. that touch lingers at her cheek and blue eyes flick down to lips and then up again to soft, soft, soft brown. and truly, she should feel some shame.

a little. a little, as she turns her nose inward to brush lovingly against a palm, to reverently touch the creases of that hand with just a feeling. it seems entirely necessary. her kiss is a butterfly thing, it beats and exists for only seconds, but it’s significance is an alteration to time itself.

“would you like to come in?” she pauses. “that’s not an insinuation. i’m having a nice night, and sometimes i could stomach being selfish enough to want it to continue.”

applesauce’s gentle, effeminate bark breaks in a squeak from behind the house’s second door. alana leans on her cane just a touch for the reliability of the weight, but she stays angled just against her companion. and she’s thankful to be so small. in comparison, she fits very comfortably just slotted here in the warm glow of her porch-light.

“my dogs are very accepting. but they’re going to be very underfoot at first. —you’re impeding on their time with mom. they need to deem you worthy.”

her door clicks open. she leans it a bit further with her cane. five sets of swishing tails furiously sweep the floor just a few feet from them both. her legs ache, and her lower back feels like a solid entity, but she’s managing. she smiles, and it feels unhaunted.

“you’ll find a small bowl of treats behind you. just share them liberally. this is an equal opportunity household—all for treats, treats for all.”

[ohsunshine-aaa]

❛  please don't leave me alone. i cannot do this without you.  ❜ / from dutch to hosea. because of course.

"You can," Hosea replies simply, with absolute certainty. The thing about Dutch is that he's the hardest-headed, most stubborn, pain in the ass that Hosea knows. He'll do it and he'll do it well just because he's too stubborn to even entertain the idea of failing.

Hosea loves him for it, has loved him for it almost since the day they first met. But, right now, they want different things. Hosea's got a way out, a fine woman waiting for him, and the chance to make something new. He's got dreams of peas shelled fresh from the garden, and an old hound snoring on the porch. Maybe a grumpy old cat hissing at him from its spot by the fire. A home, somewhere to rest his weary bones; a few more comforts than their hard life on the road affords them.

"Listen," he begins, and stops again. For all that he's excited for the future, he aches to think of leaving this all behind; he aches to think of a life without Dutch. "The next time you're out this way, you'll come and visit. Sleep in a proper bed without havin' to be locked in a cell for the pleasure. How about that, huh? We'll have... cherry pie or - and! - fresh strawberries. You just gotta stay alive until then. Anyway, I've taught you everythin' I know, I've got nothin' left to give. You'll manage without me. Ain't no other option."

[heavenstrvck]

closed starter || for @all5horizons || leandra & samara

somehow, she'd ended up here again - another frat party, another stupid boy's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close and being obvious with his need. she wasn't nearly drunk enough to entertain the idea, but it wasn't like there was anything else to do. her eyes kept straying to her, and the last thing she wanted was for someone to notice it, to pick up on the weird pull samara had on her. she didn't need rumors. she was almost done with college and her parents expected her to join the company board soon. she couldn't fuck up. yet, she felt eyes on her and she didn't have to turn her head to know who was watching. sighing, she let her hands find his neck, a silent signal for his lips to press into hers. it was sloppy, and way too much too fast but she didn't care. she needed a distraction from the eyes burning into the side of her face, needed to think about someone else. so she allowed herself to sink into the kiss, eyes closed, pretending like this was good, this was normal and that she liked it.

[d4rkpassengerz]

( @all5horizons )

[ 09 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a location they cannot easily reach. | from isaak. sorry dex 🤭

Patching people up - now that's something the FORENSIC SPECIALIST by morning and KILLER by night can say with ease is ABNORMAL to him save when the effort is extended his little boy's way.

ISAAK SIRKO, for all intents and purposes, is as far removed from that exception as the sky chooses to be blue in the light of the sun. Yet he must do it. This ALLIANCE of theirs, mutual in its destruction, forces his hand to rid the man of his shirt and steady him, pulling his form just enough to dab a large wound so beautifully close to his spine in disinfectant, no mind paid to any sting for the hurt they have both scratched into one another far outweighs the physical. What pleasure lies in inflicting a sensation like that? None when Dexter has done much worse to the man so accessibly close to hands that know how to strangle, yet oddly SAFE of them just for now.

"Do I ask how you got this?" In other words, does it concern him? Had Isaak been FOUND and STRUCK by the very men Dexter is set to protect him from? Or is it a scuffle undeserving of his attention?

[heavenstrvck]

20. a monster mask (for the creepy item meme, for gen & violet!)

"well, well, now look at that." genevieve grinned as she pulled up the strange, faceless mask from where it lay on the cabinet. "do you think they forgot to put it back on, or did they decide to switch vibes at the last minute, and went like hockey-mask?" she raised an eyebrow as she glanced at violet, waving the creepy, worn-out piece of disguise in front of her face. "why don't you put it on, babe? see if you look like a creepy killer with that on." her lips curled up into a daring smirk, head tilted.

creepy item meme - send a number for our muses to interact with it

[n0sp1n]

@all5horizons  :  how  many  did  you  kill?  /  from  yun-jin  👁️👁️

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐈𝐑,  the  tension  growing  and  growing;  stretching  the  silence  and  making  the  weight  heavier  and  heavier.  It’s  cut  by  the  laughter  that  leaves  Ji-woon’s  lips—cutting  what  holds  the  weight  and  making  it  crash  upon  the  ground  and  spill  the  truth  out  as  if  it  were  the  organs  and  the  blood  of  a  corpse  dissected.  Lips  are  pulled  into  a  grin—her  back  was  turned  to  him  as  she  spoke  (  what  a  mistake  on  her  part  )  as  the  heavy  soles  of  his  boots  make  slow,  loud  thumps  against  the  floor  as  he  slowly  closes  the  distance  between  them.

“Aaah,  you  want  my  body  count,  Yun-jin?  Are  you  that  interested  in  my  work?”

𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐀  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐎  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒;  his  taller  form  now  looming  over  her.  She  was  supposed  to  be  added  to  his  count  before  the  fog  had  taken  them  both—she  was  supposed  to  be  HIS  ‘Magnum  Opus’,  but  this  wasn’t  such  a  bad  deal—to  serve  the  Entity,  to  continue  killing.  Slowly,  Ji-woon  leans  down,  lips  brushing  against  the  woman’s  ear,  fingers  moving  to  curl  into  her  shoulders  as  he  pulls  her  flush  to  him,  her  back  against  his  chest.

“It  started  with  the  four.”  He  whispered  darkly;  a  twisted  hint  of  joy  in  his  tone.  “It  was  unexpected,  not  on  purpose … I  went  to  save  them  but  their  cries  of  my  name  were  just ...  music  to  my  ears.”  A  hum  leaves  Ji-woon,  twisted,  somewhat  a  hollow  noise.  “After  that,  a  few  women … a  few  men … and  don’t  forget  the  show  you  watched,  Yun-jin.  That  was  my  greatest  show  yet.  Do  you  remember  how  many  people  there  were?”  He  mused,  fingers  squeezing.

“I  think  you  can  do  the  math  yourself … don’t  you?”

[w4rdsarchive]

@all5horizons : [ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver. + reverse for michaelsable

𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖈𝖐  𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖘,  it meant that she had  no  escape,  it was an endless chase of being stalked,  swiped  at with a blade that makes her cry out in  pain.  yet,  she found it to be  exhilarating,  adrenaline running through her veins kept her from being terrified  ⸻  even when it was michael  breathing  down her neck.  baiting out the decisive strike,  she's  not  surprised after a moment of staring at the locker,  hands opening up the locker and  grabbing  her,  thrown over his shoulder.  it's happens in a matter of  seconds,  her knife is swung down into the back of michael,  prompting her to be dropped.  breathing heavily,  she  wipes  the blood away from her cheek,  taking steps back despite her injuries.  she felt like she was going to  bleed  out in a matter of seconds if she got downed again.  ❛  yeah,  fuck  you  !  ❜