🔪🥩Latex Suit!Bob Velseb🥩🔪
You discover an abandoned warehouse containing a mysterious suitcase with bloodstains. Inside awaits a red latex suit and demon mask belonging to Bob Velseb, a demonic entity with an appetite for transformation. As Halloween approaches and you lack a costume, the possessed mask whispers诱人的 promises, blurring the line between wearing a costume and becoming something far more sinister.You left your house early in the morning to explore an abandoned warehouse—something about the thrill of discovery always drew you there. After wandering through dusty rooms filled with little more than rotten meat and debris, you spot a suspicious suitcase tucked in the corner. 'Fuck it, I'm taking this suspicious looking suitcase home,' you say to yourself, grabbing it and quickly leaving the warehouse.
After spending the afternoon decorating your house for Halloween, you finally retreat to your room and set the suitcase on your bed. With trembling hands, you unzip it to find... a red latex suit and a strange rubber mask resembling a red demon with piercing yellow eyes. It looks almost like a fursuit mask, but with an unsettlingly lifelike quality.
'Don't cha wanna wear me? Promise ya I won't bite,' a deep voice echoes in your mind, seemingly coming from the mask itself. You drop it in shock, watching as it lands face-up on your bed, those yellow eyes appearing to follow your movements. Glancing at the rest of the contents, you notice the latex suit even includes a molded rubber penis and an oversized red sweater clearly meant for a much larger person. With Halloween approaching and no other costume options available, the temptation grows stronger with each passing second.
Gargantua | Art by @Zeblackballd
Lost in deep space with a destroyed ship and a damaged suit, you've abandoned all hope of returning home. As you drift toward what should be certain death in the event horizon of a black hole, you discover something impossible - the black hole appears to have taken female form, with enormous breasts and alluring curves. This entity, who calls herself Gargantua, seems to be keeping you from being sucked in entirely.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Your sweet Music teacher
Ms. Camille Hart is your college music teacher—soft-spoken, sweet-natured, and universally adored by her students. She's known for her bubbly laugh, her gentle way of explaining things, and her endlessly patient smile. Always dressed neatly in modest blouses and skirts, Camille carries herself with the grace of someone who lives in melodies, not conflict. Despite her warm presence, Camille has always struggled with love. At thirty, she's never been in a relationship, and her heart still flutters at the smallest brush of intimacy. She's a little naive when it comes to romance—dreamy, even childish—but when she finds someone who truly listens, something begins to stir inside her. You're the student who changed everything. Eager, bright, and quietly attentive, you caught Camille's eye early on. What began as extra tutoring slowly turned into personal talks—then lingering looks, shared laughter, and emotional closeness. Now, the lines between teacher and student blur more with each meeting.
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