Ankle Bracelet Dave Melody

The light clicks in the upstairs hallway as the familiar creaks of my parents door echo throughout the house. The small living room is bathed in light as the swoops of a pale blue news logo pan across the screen. “Good evening everyone, I’m Laura Faden with the Faden Report. We return with horrifying news in Hamtramck tonight, as yet another in a long line of home invasions has taken place, this time at the residence of the Wiśniewski family. This marks the fourth missing child in Wayne county, accompanied by eight others in the Monroe, Washtenaw, Oakland, and Macomb counties. We have reporter Rob Townlee on the scene tonight with more details. Rob?” “Thank you, Laura. A really disturbing scene tonight where parents Harold and Madison Wiśniewski were found dead with their ten year old son, Adam, missing. We heard earlier from police chief Matthew Krzeminski that at roughly eight forty-five tonight, an unknown assailant made their way into the Wiśniewski residence with the assumed purpose of abducting young Adam. All of the doors and windows were locked when police arrived on the scene, begging the question; How did he or she enter? This all comes just under twenty hours after the abduction of twelve year old Hailey Wells, who was taken from her home in Warren under similar circumstances. This has lead officers to believe that these cases may be connected. We currently await more details, and are actively accepting any information on the whereabouts of Adam, or any of the other thirteen missing children. Laura?” The TV cuts back to the visibly shaken blonde haired reporter, who clears her throat before I change the channel. “Another one?” A sigh trailing my lamentation as I subconsciously rub the charm bracelet on my wrist. “What is it, Marce?” Sarah’s voice projects from the speaker of the landline as I read her name on the bracelet. I switch the channel to the VCR. “The news, another kid disappeared. This time in Hamtramck.” I reply as I push a tape in. “Aww, another one? And so close to you—” The line crackles and hums with the sound of static. The microwave beeps in the kitchen. “Sarah? Sarah, you there?” I walk to the kitchen. Her voice returns. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been storming over here for the past few days, so the power’s been a bit weak.” I pull the hot bag out of the microwave. “It’s okay. Things have been tense around here. I think I've seen, like, four different cop cars in the last week.” “Well, are you doing anything that’s less of a bummer? It’s kinda sad to end your birthday with such a downer.” “Yeah. My parents are asleep now, so I’m finishing the day with a horror movie.” I grab the popcorn bag and peel it open. “Really? What movie?” “Halloween. I’m sixteen now, so I think I can handle it. Plus, I really want to see the new one when it comes out.” I reply, grabbing the remote. “Oh, good one. I watched the first one with my older brother in the theater. We should totally go see—” The line cuts again. “Sarah?” No response, just the monotonous beeping melody of a dead line. I push down the hook, sliding my finger into the holes on the rotary dial and redialing Sarah's number. It beeps again. “Man.” I hang the phone back up. Hopefully she calls back. I jump over the arm of the couch as the thunderous shaking of the stormclouds rattles the house. “Looks like the storm’s here. Bummer.” I rest my thumb on the remote and press play. A man in a tan trenchcoat bends over to grab a pack of cigarettes labeled “The Rabbit in Red Lounge – Entertainment Nightly”. He turns and quickly runs back into his car, where he peels out of the parking lot and speeds away from the gas station. I shovel a fistful of popcorn into my mouth, thin, filmy butter dripping from the peaks of my lips. The scene changes, cutting to a playground full of children, some in halloween costumes or carrying pumpkins or jack-o-lanterns. The phone rings as a kid walks out of the school with a large pumpkin, being harassed by three other boys. Pausing the movie and setting the remote on the arm of the couch, I get up and walk over to it, pulling it from the hook. “Hello?” Dead air with the faint hiss of normal background static. “Sarah? Is that you?” “Leave me alone!” A boy screams through the phone. Probably Sarah’s idiot brother. “Derek? Where’s Sarah at?” “He’s gonna get you!” Another boy yells. “Who is—What’s going on here?” “He’s gonna get you! He’s gonna get you!” Multiple young boys start chanting repeatedly, their voices gradually pitching downward and distorting with a strange, high pitched digital whining. “Who are you?! What did you do to Sarah?” “Look at the TV. You’re going to miss the set-up.” The buzzing of a man’s voice whispers. I turn, finding it frozen on a still of the boys. My skin shudders. I look to the stairs. “Mom? Dad?” I call, barely above a whisper. I take a hard gulp as I turn back to the TV. A line begins burning around the middle boy while the image begins layering and distorting. It curls into a near circle, the tail flicking around like a lizard’s tongue as I walk over to the remote. I navigate to the picture settings and press the degauss option to fix it, but it doesn't do anything. I try the power button, to the same result. Looking down at the remote. It shakes in my hand as I lay a finger on the play button. I push. One of the boys shouts: “The Boogeyman is coming!” The screech returns on full volume through the TV speakers as digitized sparks fly from the screen where the ring is circling. The lights dim and flicker all around the living room, a leather-gloved hand slowly breaching the screen and wrapping around the left bezel. The boys begin chanting in unison: “The Boogeyman!” “Dad?!” I shout, another hand materializes and grabs the other side of the TV’s frame. I repeatedly press the power button, to no avail. “The Boogeyman!” They cheer again. “Mom?!” I yell, jumping to the other side of the couch. A head with glowing eyes pushes through the screen, fitted with a black leather mask with large, round goggles radiating a bright blue light from the lenses. The lights go out completely, leaving only the glow of the TV to bathe the room. “The Boogeyman!” They shout again, and again. A slender figure emerges from behind the mask as the masked man peels himself from the screen, landing on his hands and knees. He's covered head to toe in black; black pants tucked into tall black boots, a dark gray turtle neck sweater caged beneath a black leather trench coat, and that mask with a now visible talk box where the mouth should be. I drop behind the couch. Peering under it, I watch as he pulls himself to his feet, clears his throat, and looks in my direction. “You know, I could see you through the TV, Marceline.” The flickering buzz of his voice freezes me down to my core. My name! He knows my name! I pull my hand over my mouth and stifle a breath, listening as his footsteps tap against the hardwood floor on their path toward me. “Maaaarrcie…” I begin crawling around the other side of the couch, trying for the stairs up to the bedrooms. “Now where do you think you're going?!” He shouts as he kicks the couch into the wall, cracking our family portraits. I scream in return, clambering to my feet and bolting for the stairs. “Dad!” I scream again, racing up the stairs. His hand wraps around my ankle and pulls, my forehead meeting one of the steps. I press a finger to my forehead, a small bead of red returning with it. I lift my other foot and force it into his leg, though it doesn’t seem to faze him. “Grah! You are so annoying!” He growls. I scream once more as he starts dragging me back toward the living room. “Get your hands off my daughter!” My Dad yells from the stairwell, a shotgun in his hand. “Uh oh, Daddy’s up.” The intruder chuckles. He drops my leg and begins walking toward him. Dad pulls the trigger, blowing a massive hole in the body of the attacker and sending small, glowing, fragmentary shapes flying around the narrow hallway. He peels the gun from Dad’s hands and slams it against the side of his head, forcing him to the floor. The intruder begins laughing as he winds back, barrel in both hands, and lays blow after blow upon Dad’s head. “Marcie! Run baby!” He gurgles between strikes. I push by them and run up the stairs. As I lose sight of them, a loud, staticy shriek echoes from downstairs. “Mom! Mom help! Dad’s hurt!” A wet crunch punctuated with a gasp emanates from the upstairs hallway. I slow as I reach the top. “Come here, Baby. We’re upstairs!” She calls back, a low buzz in her voice. We? I look back down, my foot upon the final step. Dad is laying at the bottom of the stairs. Alone. A hand wraps around my throat as I turn to face down the hallway. “Yeah, Marcie. Come join Mommy and I.” The attacker giggles. “How did you—” I look past him to my parents' open bedroom door. Mom. Her face is caved in to an unrecognisable degree, looking like a drooping pile of her assorted features. Her long, brown hair draped across her back, her eyes like two small sapphire beads amongst a twisted grin of broken and missing teeth. Through her midsection protrudes a corner bedpost, pinning her through her back in a backward arching position to the floor. “Mom!” my hand lurches toward her body. He looks at my wrist, analyzing the bracelet. “How cute, does she have one that matches?” A familiar ringing chirps from the yellow landline sitting halfway up the hall. The intruder turns to it. “Now who could that be at this hour?” He rests a finger on it. “Oh! It’s our best friend.” He walks toward the phone while I claw at his grasp. He hooks his fingers around it and pulls it from the bracket. “Hello, Sarah.” “Who are you? You don’t sound like Mister Brakes.” Her muffled panic barely cresting my ears “I’m sorry, Mister Brakes can’t come to the phone right now, I had to arrange a permanent meeting between his eyes and the back of his eyelids.” “Sarah!” I scream, causing him to tighten his grasp “Marcie? What’s going on there?!” “Sorry,” He says, tightening all the more: “Marcie’s a little choked up.” There’s a shuffling from the stairs. “Don’t worry, Sarah. I’ll visit you soon.“ “Drop her, you bastard!” Dad shouts. His face is bubbled over, blood leaking from his matted, blonde hair. His emerald eyes were completely consumed by bruises, his left barely visible. The intruder turns toward him. “Gah, how could you-” Another loud blast ricochets down the hall, removing the intruder’s upper half mid sentence. I drop to the floor, his right hand still firmly wrapped around my neck. I pry the fingers off one by one, a gasp of breath filling me as I drop the hand, followed by a cough. “Marcie!” Dad wheezes. “Mrs. Johnson’s house! Quickly darling!” “But, Mom’s—” “Go!” The stranger grabs me with his already regenerated arm and throws me into one of the other doors in the hallway. The shapes shoot glowing tendrils that attach to him, finding their places and reforging his visage. “Impressive. I thought you were dead.” He backhands Dad into one of the other rooms and grabs the shotgun from the floor. I shut and lock the door as I hear it go off for a third and final time, followed by a loud, wet thud. I press my back to the door and slide down to a sitting position, wiping the tears from my face. He clicks his teeth three times. “What’s wrong, Marcie? I already told you I’m here to save you.” “Why? Why us? What did we do?” “Oh, you didn’t do anything. You were just home.” I hear him slowly, calmly meander toward the door. I watch his shadow sink low toward the side of the door I’m on. “You want to hear something funny, Marcie?” He whispers. I sniffle. “I can see the TV in there.” I glance at the small tube in the corner. He stands and walks in the direction of my parents room, followed by another shriek. The TV screen ignites, followed by his head ejecting from it. I unlatch the door and run as he pulls himself out from the screen, cackling. I run down to the kitchen and grab a knife from a drawer before making my way to the front door. The TV flashes with a loud shriek. I run down the entryway as the path behind me is filled with the frantic thudding of approaching footsteps. As I reach for the knob, I am thrown into the wall, crashing against a picture of my smiling family. My breath is taken from me as a knee meets my gut. I drop to the ground, choking and gasping. I lie over the knife as he drags me to the illuminated living room TV. “When are you going to learn? Honestly, for sixteen I expected far better. Smarter, at least.” I struggle to grasp the carpet as he begins entering the screen. His legs disappear. I flip to my back and catch sight of the TV cord. His torso vanishes. I reach out to grab it. His left arm. I manage to hook it with the edge of the knife. “Welcome home, Marceline.” His head. I sever the cord. The screen snaps to black from the corners, the stranger’s right hand is sliced off. Not with pixels, but with a gory mess of meat and bone. I squeal and recoil as it slowly begins staining the carpet with a puddle of maroon. Sirens echo up the street outside and end with the screeching of car tires. “Wayne county Sheriff's department, open the door!” I stumble over to the door and wrap my hand around the cold, brass knob, and push it open. “Help me, please.” “Good lord, someone get a medic! Are you okay, sweetheart?” “I think so, but my parents! They’re hurt upstairs!” I gasp. “Okay, we’ll go help your parents. Is there anybody else in the house?” “I don’t think so.” “Okay.” He looks over to two other officers and points to me. “Get her over to the squad vehicle and get her something to warm her up.” “Yes, sir!” They shout in unison “The rest of you, come with me.” He leads the others inside. “It’s okay, we’ll get you taken care of.” One of them carries me over to a squad car and sets me in the back seat, handing me a blanket to warm myself from the chill of the downpour. “How did you know?” I sniffle. "What?" She inquires. "How did you know I was in trouble?" A thin cough trails the question. “Oh, your neighbor called. She said it sounded like you guys were in trouble.” The other officer replies. I looked past her and toward the little red house bordering mine where I watch a curtain shift. Thank you Mrs. Johnson. “Oh, Mrs.?” “Deputy Rosie, sweets.” “Deputy Rosie, could you send someone to my friend Sarah Banahan’s house? She lives in Monroe, I think the man that attacked me is going to get her!” “Of course.” She turns and walks to another squad car. “Thank you.” “Now, I need you to scoot in so I can close the door. We’re gonna take you somewhere where we can keep you safe.” The other officer chimed. “Okay.” I shuffled over in the seat. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome, girlie. We’ll take care of you.” I shudder as she pushes the door shut. She seats herself on the passenger side and latches the door shut. I look down and twirl the charm bracelet on my wrist. I hope Sarah's okay. After a short while, Deputy Rosie enters the driver's seat and turns the key. The engine roars to life, the sirens soon following as we peel down the boulevard. “Chief Bradford? This is Deputy Rosie Williams. We’ve got one of the victims and are currently en route to Highland Park PD. What is the situation?” A suffocating static returns her inquiry. “Chief Bradford?” “Blood every—two dead—severed hand—carto—television.” “Chief Bradford? We’re not quite getting you! What is the situation?” The line clicks, followed by a strange metallic groaning before finally falling silent. “Chief?” A soft clicking emanates from the speakers before they begin to whine. The static ceases. “There-There-There’s nothing to be sc-sc-sc-scared of.” A female voice skips like a dirty tape. It sounds like Laurie Strode from the movie. My muscles tense. “What is—” The passenger whispers. “Who is this? How are you on this channel?” Rosie shouts. “Are you sure?” The voice of one of the young boys, I think his name was Tommy. “Rose, what’s goin’ on?!” The other officer shouts. “Yes.” Laurie tells him. “I don’t know, Jackie.” The deputy reaches over and messes with the dials on the console. “How?” Tommy asks. “Turn it off Rose!” Jackie screams, her focus on Rosie. We begin to drift off the road. “I can’t!” The car turns to face a tree. “I kill-kiiill-kiiiiill-kiiiiiiiiiiiillled hiiim…” Laurie reassures him, her tone slowing with each repetition. “Rose!” “I’ve got it!” Rosie snaps. “But,” Tommy starts. “No Rose, the tree!” A familiar buzzing voice captures the speakers. I brace against the seat in front of me. “You can’t kill the Boogeyman.” submitted by /u/Conscious_Year5651 to r/TalesFromTheCreeps [link] [comments]

I mean, I think it goes without saying that a tall, gorgeous, and confident idol like Melodie most likely gets with the groupies after every concert, and the better ones turn into her harem. So imagine Starr Nova there. Just picture the overwhelming amount of endorphins fuelling the cheers from the crowd as Melodie’s concert comes to a stop, the signs that profess the fan’s love for her still bounce up and down as some are struggling not to faint at the presence of such a woman. Starr Nova, as all other fans, is ecstatic at just seeing her idol’s thighs in the flesh and not on a screen. -“Holy shit!!…”- She practically moans, trying to contain herself before her own passion gets to her. She curls up and covers her mouth before her excitement backs up and blows up like a volcano. The music already stopped playing, and while some people were still cheering, it wasn’t nearly as deafening, some fans were already too passed out to scream, making her voice echo as much as possible through the stadium as a cry of desperate lust rips through her throat like a firework -“MASTEEEEEEEERRRRRR!!…”- The sheer adrenaline pumping through her veins made her forget how audible that actually was. The entire crowd turns in confusion and looks over to her. Once noticing her make up, her weird eye contacts, and her outfit that looks like a poor woman’s Sailor Moon cosplay, their stares practically become law, judge, and executioner… But not all stares were insulting. As Nova looks around like she’s waiting for the Earth to swallow her, Melodie steps down to the crowd, demanding space to walk. While she makes her way over to her, two other women follow her footsteps in a mix of loyalty to Melodie and curiosity for Nova. Melodie stares her down with each step, eyes flicking up and down the nerd’s body with a gaze that almost tries to rip through her clothing. She snaps her fingers -“Everyone else… what the fuck are you staring at?!”- Her eyes never leave Nova’s as she waits for the crowd to go back to whatever they were doing. -“As for you…”- She raises her hand slowly, looking like she’s about to caress before gripping Nova’s jaw firmly. -“You really have a nice mouth on that face of yours… I’d love to have you in the backroom for a little fan meetup…”- She looks at the fangirls behind her, 2 fans she knows all too well. Nova’s eyes drift away from Melodie, and onto the caryatids behind her. Standing the farthest back, her height only the same as the second because of her nervous hunch. She straightens up once she catches Nova’s eyes on her. She stammers and struggles to make out a coherent sentence -“H-hey- I- uh… h-hi I’m… M-My name’s… C-Colette”- Her eyes look like she hadn’t slept for days, her teeth look like a health code violation, and her hair thankfully sees shampoo once every 2 weeks. It’s a look that explains her lack of charm in a single snap of the eyes. Nova looked to Colette’s side, looking at the shorter girl who briefly spoke up in reaction -“I’m Bibi…”- She had short, slicked back hair that only let her side bangs down. Her abs were visible through the glisten of her sweat and the cropped bottom of her T-shirt. Melodie’s grip remains firm and claiming on Nova’s face as she starts walking, pulling on her face like a dog leash -“You’ll tell us your name backstage, is that okay with you?”- She asked, looking into her eyes with a gentle smile that hid her dominance in plain sight. The clicking of Melodie’s heels drummed across the floor as the 3 fans all looked at different places to hide their blush and anticipation. Melodie chuckled, and teased -“If you’re ALL gonna be this shy on the way here, it’s gonna be pretty boring when we are all backstage.”- Colette’s face exploded in a blush, she replied like a puppy trying to avoid scolding. -“Y-You know I get… s-shy… around new people…”- Her words then quickened, trying to close off the sentence with non existent confidence. -”And Bibi does too, e-eeven if she doesn’t want to say it.”- She pouted. Bibi glared at Colette like she was about to kill her for saying that, and trying to salvage her persona, she replied roughly. -“Well, we can always just start fucking the moment the door closes, we won’t give her a moment to breathe…”- She faked a smirk and looked down at Nova’s ass. Turning the smirk to a truthful one as she burns the curves into her eyes before slapping and grabbing it roughly. -“That’s ok with you, right?”- -“M-M-More than ok…”- She stuttered, her tone coming out breathy and impatient as she saw Melodie’s anticipating smirk. Bibi groped her ass harder, like she’s trying to squeeze another sentence out of her, she succeeds. -“My name’s… N-Nova, b-by the way…”- Once backstage, Bibi and Colette practically tackled Nova and went straight into business. Their hands dive in and begin the assault on her body, their unforgiving fingers groping every corner of her softness with flesh tearing addiction, they start ripping her clothes off like a pack of starving zombies as their lips, tongues, teeth, and fingers trace over every crook and curve of Nova’s exposed skin, tasting her like they wanna commit her body to memory. Nova doesn’t push back, but rather, she starts removing whichever piece of clothing is closest from the two girls. She slides her hand under Bibi’s jacket, feeling the contrast in texture between her stomach and her breasts, she gropes and caresses the curve of her mounds before tracing her finger in the crease of Bibi’s abs. Colette’s knee comes up to press roughly against Nova’s pussy, and Bibi jumps up to maul Colette’s mouth. Melodie finished taking off her bow, gloves, and boots, only to be left to watch over the scene with a slightly jealous expression. She claps her hands loudly, interrupting the erotic flow of her groupies -“Hey, eyes on me!!… Wasn’t I the reason you are here, anyways?”- Her tone was demanding, possessive, and echoed too firmly for any of them to argue against. The order is heard clearly as Nova frees herself from the army of hands and fingers that buckled her knees and made her have to stumble towards Melodie’s still clothed figure, already drunk from lust and warmed up for whatever her idol has in store. Melodie waits with crossed arms and a stern look as Nova’s legs give out and makes her plummet onto her goddess, wrapping her arms around Melodie’s neck and nipping at the the skin of it, sucking on it and giving the idol too many hickeys for her to cover up tomorrow. Melodie remains unimpressed and disapproving as she starts guiding Nova’s hands to the hem of her skirt, her thigh highs, her clothed tits. She bites down on Nova’s shoulder and nearly draws blood, her entire body tensed by a fine line between frustration and impatience -“Come on… rip open your present, you fucking slut.”- She whispered firmly Nova’s fingers obey like a slave and claw into Melodie’s clothing, tearing away her top and sliding down her skirt. She rips open Melodie’s yoga shorts and digs her nails into the newly exposed flesh, and instinctively wraps her fingers around Melodie’s shaft. -“Good girl…”- her master rewards, scratching her behind the ears before gripping Nova’s mandible to claim her in a near enchanting kiss that makes Nova squeal right then and there, the sound muffled by Melodie’s own moan. Colette and Bibi kept themselves ignorant to that sight by staying pressed against the wall, devouring each other with learnt passion. It’s not until Colette’s eyes drift off from Bibi’s neck and onto Melodie’s body that they realise it. It has already started. There were 4 women in that room, 3 were just fans, 2 had their virginity already claimed by the 1, the 1 idol who invaded all their thoughts when they touched themselves or had a wet dream, and the one who decided to conquer those fans with the fulfilment of those fantasies. The only commonality between them and their master was their naked bodies, with all of their clothing torn apart beyond what they could put on. Melodie’s girlcock was already hardening. From 8 to 9 inches, it still curved down and wobbled slightly as she took off her bracelets; from 9-11 inches, precum had already started to form at the tip as she started to press her hips against Nova’s stomach, but the weeb kept stroking it; 11-12 inches, it looked like it could tear open a torso and had veins that ran thick as pipes across the shaft. -“Don’t be shy now…”- She said as she pressed Nova’s fingertips harder around the base of her cock. She leaned down to speak into Nova’s ears, the air flowing with anticipating softness. -“The girls can tell you how gentle I’ll be when I break you…”- Bibi came up from behind Melodie, groping her tits and sucking on her neck, Colette ripped away Nova’s grip on Melodie so she could replace Nova’s hand. Nova’s arms wrapped around Melodie’s waist, going to worship her girlcock with whatever friction her stomach can offer. Collete’s hands and mouth are all over the place, tongue is throat deep in Melodie, one hand strokes her shaft, the other hand fingering Nova’s pussy, she scissors inside it to open up Nova for her idol’s cock. Nova was starting to grind desperately down both women, biting down on Melodie’s shoulder like a stress toy while her hips vigorously pushed Colette’s fingers deeper. Bibi’s body started to go lower and lower, hands massaging Melodie’s legs, and mouth worshipping her inner thighs like it’s her final meal. Melodie’s eyes are glistening with lust, not even a squirm forming as her groupies diligently work to pleasure her and themselves. Bibi’s hand goes to finger her own pussy as she continues her masterpiece on Melodie’s thighs, Colette’s hips are grinding against the master’s thigh like a dog in heat, and Nova could have an orgasm from just another whisper to her ear. Bibi, Nova, and Colette start taking turns tasting Melodie’s tongue, pushing and pulling on her face like a bunch of spoiled pets to keep their idol’s mouth to themselves. Melodie chuckled in the space she was given between kisses. -“Brats…”- She pushed down on Colette’s face to say -“Enough foreplay… you three, bend over.”- Her tone was still demmanding, but had a firm gentleness finishing off the order. The demand straightened them up like a mass of soldiers as they all laid down on top of each other on the couch. Melodie walked forward and slapped her cock onto Colette’s ass, her hand coming up to her chin as the dense mass of her dick crashed down on the flesh. -“Right… who should I do first?”- She said as she ran her dick between each of the girl’s bodies. Her hand came to grope each hip before she settled her fingers into Nova. -“Riiiiight… I have to welcome the new girl.”- She sang playfully. Nova was sandwiched between Bibi and Colette, their arms already around her to keep her from squirming out. Melodie’s slick, glistening tip struggled to get inside, Nova’s moans of pain pleasure at the stretching muffled by Colette’s chest. Melodie grew bored of gentleness quicker than she promised it, and thrust her hips 6 inches deep without warning. Nova’s scream of pleasure made Bibi frown with worry and Colette laugh like a hyena. Melodie’s thumb came down to caress Nova’s pussy lips with contradicting gentleness. -“Good girl… such a good girl… you took half of it like such a champ.”- She accentuated each pause with a playful smack. Colette couldn’t contain it anymore, she gripped Nova’s head and crashed her lips into a teeth breaking kiss, biting down on the bottom lip. Bibi was already sneaking her hand to rub Nova’s clit as Melodie started grinding her hips slowly. Minutes of this happened before Melodie decided her groupie was ready for another thrust. She grabbed Nova’s legs, threw them over her shoulders, and thrusted balls deep into her, the tip punched her cervix like a battle ram as her torso bulged up and forward from the 12 inch intrusion. Melodie groaned in satisfaction -“Fuuuuuck… You don’t get much action down there, do you? You’re so tight I don’t think it’s gonna…”-She pulled her hips back before thrusting roughly again, making Nova scream into Colette’s mouth. -“Fuck… yes…”- She gasped -”It’s pulling me in like a suction cup!! I might…”- She paused to see if she could thrust the tip right inside the womb, then moaned loudly as Nova’s walls sealed her owner’s shaft. -”I might ‘acidentally’ cum inside if it’s this tight…”- Her thrusting quickened into a drilling pace, breeding her can like a rabbit as the tip got so deep inside that her pre-cum was already leaking into the womb. She continued. First 20 minutes, she needed to shred her insides and threw off Colette from over Nova to put her in a mating press, leaving Colette as just a pent up witness as Bibi was getting crushed under the weight of Nova and her master’s thrusts. 40 minutes, Nova’s already come a couple times, Melodie came once without warning or notice, she gripped Bibi’s ankle and threw her off from under Nova, sliding her cock out before placing herself behind her. She rubbed the tip of her cock against Nova’s slit, waiting for her to inhale so she’s caught as off guard as possible when she thrusts balls deep again, this time with Nova’s pussy loosened enough to take it in one go. Melodie wrapped her arms under Nova’s knees and pulled them all the way up to her head, pinning her in a full Nelson. Her balls were already tightening as if waiting to cum, the suspicion confirmed by her frantic moaning -“Breed… breed… breed breed breed BREEEED!!”- She squealed. Bibi and Colette were jealous, their master never wanted to put a baby in them, and this new girl can just get that treatment TWICE because she had a pretty outfit and didn’t speak much? Nova, on the other hand, had just been too lost in pleasure to speak. She knew that if she spoke, it would just be an incoherent moan or whimper, her brain was fried and turned to mush. 10 minutes later, Melodie pushed her down on her cock for the last time before cumming. The tip thrusting so hard against her cervix her cum hit the womb like a missile. Nova plopped down onto the couch, and whimpered at the loss of Melodie’s thick length, having spasms from being fucked so roughly through her orgasm. Melodie sat down spread her legs on the couch before giving a confused look to Colette and Bibi, who were just standing there in awe and envy. Melodie pat her inner thigh before ordering -“Hey, there’s at least 6 more rounds I wanna go for. What are you waiting for?”- In the same vein as with Nova, Melodie bred her groupies for hours before half the rounds she said were done.After doing a concert, and jackhammering 3 fans into risk of pregnancy for 3 and a half hours. She decided to take it slow, and focus on the women that were so dedicated to her. She took all of their still squirming bodies and placed them down gently on the couch: she massaged their legs, kissed their stomachs, she ran her fingers through each of the women’s hair before lying down with them. Starr nuzzled into her breasts like a puppy, Bibi gave small kisses to Melodie’s shoulders, and Colette licked and sucked on her neck in her usual bizarreness. They stayed like that for another hour. Melodie whispered sweet talk into each of her followers’ ears. She leaned to her left and told Bibi how much she loves when she blushes everytime someone laughs at the corny one-liners that come out in competitions or fights. She leaned slightly to her right to tell Colette that she’s never seen anyone be so smart, so articulate, and so passionate, but still hide her blush with her notebook when she meets new people. Her head tilted down as she looked at Nova, her face softening as she realises she doesn’t know her enough to gift her with a compliment. Regardless, she places a soft kiss to her cheek and whispers -“And I can’t wait to see all those quirks you’ll show me, Nova”- They spend 20, maybe 30 minutes cuddling like that, resting on Melodie as their bodies start to stretch out the aftermath of their orgy. Colette starts to nestle in more comfortably, until her leg accidentally rubs against Melodie’s cock again, noticing how hard it still is. -“Oh, right…”- She starts stroking her length to full hardness, her wrist moving in a slow, constant rhythm that makes Melodie whimper in satisfaction -“You still had 3 more rounds left in there…”- Bibi and Nova look at Melodie’s cock, diving in to suck the pleasure out, and making Colette follow through. Melodie looks down at their adoring stares, Colette’s pointed at her cock, Bibi’s at her thighs, and Nova’s at her eyes. She speaks up -“Y-You girls don’t have to…”- Her hips buck forward as a smooth moan slips from her mouth when Colette sucks on the tip. Nova strokes the base and kisses the shaft as Bibi sucks and licks Melodie’s groin and balls. They keep a slow and steady rhythm, and Melodie lets them adjust their positions all they want. Colette slowly stretches her throat out until she can suck deep enough to meet Nova’s lips on her shaft. Nova comes up and decides to make out with Melodie as she keeps her hand stroking the base of her cock, the other gently massages her breast. Bibi wastes no space and climbs up to kiss and bite Melodie’s torso, tracing her worshipping lips across the crest of her hips, digging her fingers into her sides, leaving marks all across the waist she knows Melodie has no outfits to cover. Their hips all grind against her, Colette rubbing against her shin, Bibi at the thigh, and Nova at the forearm. Melodie’s soft orgasms have the noise swallowed by the cosplayer’s tongue, the seed swallowed by Colette, and her spasming core kissed to relaxation by Bibi. This harmony of tongues, hands, legs, torsos, lips, and eyes that look to say “I’m here for your pleasure” to whoever they meet continues for longer or shorter than they can remember, eventually leaving every single body in the room spent and satisfied. Gentle stretching and hydration follows suit as Melodie calls her chauffeur to pick them all up. They get dressed with whichever clothes weren’t ripped apart in their passion. The trip to the hotel is a sloppy, tired make out of 4 souls that need each other too much to care about the exhaustion off their bodies, they tilt and press against each other’s faces in whichever way they can find for all of them to kiss at the same time, making every lip touch every lip, and every tongue embrace every tongue. Every hand touches every thigh, every palm and finger fondles every breast. The car comes to a stop, and Bibi opens the door with hesitation, knowing the room is more comfortable, but not wanting to stay apart from their touch for even a second. Colette clings onto Nova’s arm as they walk towards the elevator. They steal a couple of French kisses from each other before they get to the room. And finally plop down on the king sized bed. Melodie lies at the bottom, offering her body as a fire to be warmed around. Colette buried her face in Melodie’s waist, then wrapped her arms around it, and finally wrapped one of her master’s legs around her to secure that safe sense of submission to steady her heartbeat. Nova brings one of Melodie’s arms to her cheek as she rests her head on her chest, she places one hand on the thigh secured around Colette, and the other stroking her idol’s tricep on her face. Bibi’s resting her entire body on the other side of Melodie, face and torso trusting her goddess’ to keep them supported, Melodie’s arm is wrapped securely around Bibi’s shoulders, and stroking mindless patterns into her exposed back. The last love sighs of the night are breathed out, and heartbeats synchronise into a lulling vibration that ends this concert on a high note. submitted by /u/Mettalyn to r/BrawlstarsCirclejerk [link] [comments]

The light clicks in the upstairs hallway as the familiar creaks of my parents door echo throughout the house. The small living room is bathed in light as the swoops of a pale blue news logo pan across the screen. “Good evening everyone, I’m Laura Faden with the Faden Report. We return with horrifying news in Hamtramck tonight, as yet another in a long line of home invasions has taken place, this time at the residence of the Wiśniewski family. This marks the fourth missing child in Wayne county, accompanied by eight others in the Monroe, Washtenaw, Oakland, and Macomb counties. We have reporter Rob Townlee on the scene tonight with more details. Rob?” “Thank you, Laura. A really disturbing scene tonight where parents Harold and Madison Wiśniewski were found dead with their ten year old son, Adam, missing. We heard earlier from police chief Matthew Krzeminski that at roughly eight forty-five tonight, an unknown assailant made their way into the Wiśniewski residence with the assumed purpose of abducting young Adam. All of the doors and windows were locked when police arrived on the scene, begging the question; How did he or she enter? This all comes just under twenty hours after the abduction of twelve year old Hailey Wells, who was taken from her home in Warren under similar circumstances. This has lead officers to believe that these cases may be connected. We currently await more details, and are actively accepting any information on the whereabouts of Adam, or any of the other thirteen missing children. Laura?” The TV cuts back to the visibly shaken blonde haired reporter, who clears her throat before I change the channel. “Another one?” A sigh trailing my lamentation as I subconsciously rub the charm bracelet on my wrist. “What is it, Marce?” Sarah’s voice projects from the speaker of the landline as I read her name on the bracelet. I switch the channel to the VCR. “The news, another kid disappeared. This time in Hamtramck.” I reply as I push a tape in. “Aww, another one? And so close to you—” The line crackles and hums with the sound of static. The microwave beeps in the kitchen. “Sarah? Sarah, you there?” I walk to the kitchen. Her voice returns. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been storming over here for the past few days, so the power’s been a bit weak.” I pull the hot bag out of the microwave. “It’s okay. Things have been tense around here. I think I've seen, like, four different cop cars in the last week.” “Well, are you doing anything that’s less of a bummer? It’s kinda sad to end your birthday with such a downer.” “Yeah. My parents are asleep now, so I’m finishing the day with a horror movie.” I grab the popcorn bag and peel it open. “Really? What movie?” “Halloween. I’m sixteen now, so I think I can handle it. Plus, I really want to see the new one when it comes out.” I reply, grabbing the remote. “Oh, good one. I watched the first one with my older brother in the theater. We should totally go see—” The line cuts again. “Sarah?” No response, just the monotonous beeping melody of a dead line. I push down the hook, sliding my finger into the holes on the rotary dial and redialing Sarah's number. It beeps again. “Man.” I hang the phone back up. Hopefully she calls back. I jump over the arm of the couch as the thunderous shaking of the stormclouds rattles the house. “Looks like the storm’s here. Bummer.” I rest my thumb on the remote and press play. A man in a tan trenchcoat bends over to grab a pack of cigarettes labeled “The Rabbit in Red Lounge – Entertainment Nightly”. He turns and quickly runs back into his car, where he peels out of the parking lot and speeds away from the gas station. I shovel a fistful of popcorn into my mouth, thin, filmy butter dripping from the peaks of my lips. The scene changes, cutting to a playground full of children, some in halloween costumes or carrying pumpkins or jack-o-lanterns. The phone rings as a kid walks out of the school with a large pumpkin, being harassed by three other boys. Pausing the movie and setting the remote on the arm of the couch, I get up and walk over to it, pulling it from the hook. “Hello?” Dead air with the faint hiss of normal background static. “Sarah? Is that you?” “Leave me alone!” A boy screams through the phone. Probably Sarah’s idiot brother. “Derek? Where’s Sarah at?” “He’s gonna get you!” Another boy yells. “Who is—What’s going on here?” “He’s gonna get you! He’s gonna get you!” Multiple young boys start chanting repeatedly, their voices gradually pitching downward and distorting with a strange, high pitched digital whining. “Who are you?! What did you do to Sarah?” “Look at the TV. You’re going to miss the set-up.” The buzzing of a man’s voice whispers. I turn, finding it frozen on a still of the boys. My skin shudders. I look to the stairs. “Mom? Dad?” I call, barely above a whisper. I take a hard gulp as I turn back to the TV. A line begins burning around the middle boy while the image begins layering and distorting. It curls into a near circle, the tail flicking around like a lizard’s tongue as I walk over to the remote. I navigate to the picture settings and press the degauss option to fix it, but it doesn't do anything. I try the power button, to the same result. Looking down at the remote. It shakes in my hand as I lay a finger on the play button. I push. One of the boys shouts: “The Boogeyman is coming!” The screech returns on full volume through the TV speakers as digitized sparks fly from the screen where the ring is circling. The lights dim and flicker all around the living room, a leather-gloved hand slowly breaching the screen and wrapping around the left bezel. The boys begin chanting in unison: “The Boogeyman!” “Dad?!” I shout, another hand materializes and grabs the other side of the TV’s frame. I repeatedly press the power button, to no avail. “The Boogeyman!” They cheer again. “Mom?!” I yell, jumping to the other side of the couch. A head with glowing eyes pushes through the screen, fitted with a black leather mask with large, round goggles radiating a bright blue light from the lenses. The lights go out completely, leaving only the glow of the TV to bathe the room. “The Boogeyman!” They shout again, and again. A slender figure emerges from behind the mask as the masked man peels himself from the screen, landing on his hands and knees. He's covered head to toe in black; black pants tucked into tall black boots, a dark gray turtle neck sweater caged beneath a black leather trench coat, and that mask with a now visible talk box where the mouth should be. I drop behind the couch. Peering under it, I watch as he pulls himself to his feet, clears his throat, and looks in my direction. “You know, I could see you through the TV, Marceline.” The flickering buzz of his voice freezes me down to my core. My name! He knows my name! I pull my hand over my mouth and stifle a breath, listening as his footsteps tap against the hardwood floor on their path toward me. “Maaaarrcie…” I begin crawling around the other side of the couch, trying for the stairs up to the bedrooms. “Now where do you think you're going?!” He shouts as he kicks the couch into the wall, cracking our family portraits. I scream in return, clambering to my feet and bolting for the stairs. “Dad!” I scream again, racing up the stairs. His hand wraps around my ankle and pulls, my forehead meeting one of the steps. I press a finger to my forehead, a small bead of red returning with it. I lift my other foot and force it into his leg, though it doesn’t seem to faze him. “Grah! You are so annoying!” He growls. I scream once more as he starts dragging me back toward the living room. “Get your hands off my daughter!” My Dad yells from the stairwell, a shotgun in his hand. “Uh oh, Daddy’s up.” The intruder chuckles. He drops my leg and begins walking toward him. Dad pulls the trigger, blowing a massive hole in the body of the attacker and sending small, glowing, fragmentary shapes flying around the narrow hallway. He peels the gun from Dad’s hands and slams it against the side of his head, forcing him to the floor. The intruder begins laughing as he winds back, barrel in both hands, and lays blow after blow upon Dad’s head. “Marcie! Run baby!” He gurgles between strikes. I push by them and run up the stairs. As I lose sight of them, a loud, staticy shriek echoes from downstairs. “Mom! Mom help! Dad’s hurt!” A wet crunch punctuated with a gasp emanates from the upstairs hallway. I slow as I reach the top. “Come here, Baby. We’re upstairs!” She calls back, a low buzz in her voice. We? I look back down, my foot upon the final step. Dad is laying at the bottom of the stairs. Alone. A hand wraps around my throat as I turn to face down the hallway. “Yeah, Marcie. Come join Mommy and I.” The attacker giggles. “How did you—” I look past him to my parents' open bedroom door. Mom. Her face is caved in to an unrecognisable degree, looking like a drooping pile of her assorted features. Her long, brown hair draped across her back, her eyes like two small sapphire beads amongst a twisted grin of broken and missing teeth. Through her midsection protrudes a corner bedpost, pinning her through her back in a backward arching position to the floor. “Mom!” my hand lurches toward her body. He looks at my wrist, analyzing the bracelet. “How cute, does she have one that matches?” A familiar ringing chirps from the yellow landline sitting halfway up the hall. The intruder turns to it. “Now who could that be at this hour?” He rests a finger on it. “Oh! It’s our best friend.” He walks toward the phone while I claw at his grasp. He hooks his fingers around it and pulls it from the bracket. “Hello, Sarah.” “Who are you? You don’t sound like Mister Brakes.” Her muffled panic barely cresting my ears “I’m sorry, Mister Brakes can’t come to the phone right now, I had to arrange a permanent meeting between his eyes and the back of his eyelids.” “Sarah!” I scream, causing him to tighten his grasp “Marcie? What’s going on there?!” “Sorry,” He says, tightening all the more: “Marcie’s a little choked up.” There’s a shuffling from the stairs. “Don’t worry, Sarah. I’ll visit you soon.“ “Drop her, you bastard!” Dad shouts. His face is bubbled over, blood leaking from his matted, blonde hair. His emerald eyes were completely consumed by bruises, his left barely visible. The intruder turns toward him. “Gah, how could you-” Another loud blast ricochets down the hall, removing the intruder’s upper half mid sentence. I drop to the floor, his right hand still firmly wrapped around my neck. I pry the fingers off one by one, a gasp of breath filling me as I drop the hand, followed by a cough. “Marcie!” Dad wheezes. “Mrs. Johnson’s house! Quickly darling!” “But, Mom’s—” “Go!” The stranger grabs me with his already regenerated arm and throws me into one of the other doors in the hallway. The shapes shoot glowing tendrils that attach to him, finding their places and reforging his visage. “Impressive. I thought you were dead.” He backhands Dad into one of the other rooms and grabs the shotgun from the floor. I shut and lock the door as I hear it go off for a third and final time, followed by a loud, wet thud. I press my back to the door and slide down to a sitting position, wiping the tears from my face. He clicks his teeth three times. “What’s wrong, Marcie? I already told you I’m here to save you.” “Why? Why us? What did we do?” “Oh, you didn’t do anything. You were just home.” I hear him slowly, calmly meander toward the door. I watch his shadow sink low toward the side of the door I’m on. “You want to hear something funny, Marcie?” He whispers. I sniffle. “I can see the TV in there.” I glance at the small tube in the corner. He stands and walks in the direction of my parents room, followed by another shriek. The TV screen ignites, followed by his head ejecting from it. I unlatch the door and run as he pulls himself out from the screen, cackling. I run down to the kitchen and grab a knife from a drawer before making my way to the front door. The TV flashes with a loud shriek. I run down the entryway as the path behind me is filled with the frantic thudding of approaching footsteps. As I reach for the knob, I am thrown into the wall, crashing against a picture of my smiling family. My breath is taken from me as a knee meets my gut. I drop to the ground, choking and gasping. I lie over the knife as he drags me to the illuminated living room TV. “When are you going to learn? Honestly, for sixteen I expected far better. Smarter, at least.” I struggle to grasp the carpet as he begins entering the screen. His legs disappear. I flip to my back and catch sight of the TV cord. His torso vanishes. I reach out to grab it. His left arm. I manage to hook it with the edge of the knife. “Welcome home, Marceline.” His head. I sever the cord. The screen snaps to black from the corners, the stranger’s right hand is sliced off. Not with pixels, but with a gory mess of meat and bone. I squeal and recoil as it slowly begins staining the carpet with a puddle of maroon. Sirens echo up the street outside and end with the screeching of car tires. “Wayne county Sheriff's department, open the door!” I stumble over to the door and wrap my hand around the cold, brass knob, and push it open. “Help me, please.” “Good lord, someone get a medic! Are you okay, sweetheart?” “I think so, but my parents! They’re hurt upstairs!” I gasp. “Okay, we’ll go help your parents. Is there anybody else in the house?” “I don’t think so.” “Okay.” He looks over to two other officers and points to me. “Get her over to the squad vehicle and get her something to warm her up.” “Yes, sir!” They shout in unison “The rest of you, come with me.” He leads the others inside. “It’s okay, we’ll get you taken care of.” One of them carries me over to a squad car and sets me in the back seat, handing me a blanket to warm myself from the chill of the downpour. “How did you know?” I sniffle. "What?" She inquires. "How did you know I was in trouble?" A thin cough trails the question. “Oh, your neighbor called. She said it sounded like you guys were in trouble.” The other officer replies. I looked past her and toward the little red house bordering mine where I watch a curtain shift. Thank you Mrs. Johnson. “Oh, Mrs.?” “Deputy Rosie, sweets.” “Deputy Rosie, could you send someone to my friend Sarah Banahan’s house? She lives in Monroe, I think the man that attacked me is going to get her!” “Of course.” She turns and walks to another squad car. “Thank you.” “Now, I need you to scoot in so I can close the door. We’re gonna take you somewhere where we can keep you safe.” The other officer chimed. “Okay.” I shuffled over in the seat. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome, girlie. We’ll take care of you.” I shudder as she pushes the door shut. She seats herself on the passenger side and latches the door shut. I look down and twirl the charm bracelet on my wrist. I hope Sarah's okay. After a short while, Deputy Rosie enters the driver's seat and turns the key. The engine roars to life, the sirens soon following as we peel down the boulevard. “Chief Bradford? This is Deputy Rosie Williams. We’ve got one of the victims and are currently en route to Highland Park PD. What is the situation?” A suffocating static returns her inquiry. “Chief Bradford?” “Blood every—two dead—severed hand—carto—television.” “Chief Bradford? We’re not quite getting you! What is the situation?” The line clicks, followed by a strange metallic groaning before finally falling silent. “Chief?” A soft clicking emanates from the speakers before they begin to whine. The static ceases. “There-There-There’s nothing to be sc-sc-sc-scared of.” A female voice skips like a dirty tape. It sounds like Laurie Strode from the movie. My muscles tense. “What is—” The passenger whispers. “Who is this? How are you on this channel?” Rosie shouts. “Are you sure?” The voice of one of the young boys, I think his name was Tommy. “Rose, what’s goin’ on?!” The other officer shouts. “Yes.” Laurie tells him. “I don’t know, Jackie.” The deputy reaches over and messes with the dials on the console. “How?” Tommy asks. “Turn it off Rose!” Jackie screams, her focus on Rosie. We begin to drift off the road. “I can’t!” The car turns to face a tree. “I kill-kiiill-kiiiiill-kiiiiiiiiiiiillled hiiim…” Laurie reassures him, her tone slowing with each repetition. “Rose!” “I’ve got it!” Rosie snaps. “But,” Tommy starts. “No Rose, the tree!” A familiar buzzing voice captures the speakers. I brace against the seat in front of me. “You can’t kill the Boogeyman.” submitted by /u/Conscious_Year5651 to r/anxietypilled [link] [comments]

I mean, I think it goes without saying that a tall, gorgeous, and confident idol like Melodie most likely gets with the groupies after every concert, and the better ones probably turn into her harem. So imagine Starr Nova there. Just picture the overwhelming amount of endorphins fuelling the cheers from the crowd as Melodie’s concert comes to a stop, the signs that profess the fan’s love for her still bounce up and down as some are struggling not to faint at the pressence of such a woman. Starr Nova, as all other fans, would be ecstatic just at seeing her goddess’s thighs in the flesh and not in a screen. -“Holy shit!!…”- She practically moans, trying to contain herself before her passion gets to her. She curls up and cover her mouth before her excitement backs up and blows up like a volcano. The music already stopped playing, and while some people were still cheering, it wasn’t nearly as deafening, and some fans were already passed out, making her voice echo through the entire stadium -“MASTEEEEEEEERRRRRR!!…”- The word rips off from her like a firework, and the sheer adrenaline pumping through it made her forget how audible that actually was. The entire crowd turns to her, looking over her and noticing her make up, her weird eye contacts, her outfit that looks like a poor woman’s Sailor Moon cosplay, and their stares practically become law, judge, and executioner… Except for three women there. As Nova looks around like she’s waiting for the Earth to swallow her, Melodie steps down to the crowd, demanding space to walk as her tall height makes her stand above the crowd. As she walks, two other women follow her footsteps, but in a weird mix admiration for Melodie and curiosity for Nova. Melodie stares Nova down with each step, eyes flicking up down the nerd’s body with a gaze that almost tries to rip through her clothing. She snaps her fingers -“Everyone else… what the fuck are you staring at?!”- Her eyes never leave Nova’s as she waits for most of the crowd to go back to whatever they were doing. -“As for you…”- She raises her hand slowly, looking like she’s about to caress before gripping Nova’s jaw firmly. -“You really have a really nice mouth on that face of yours… Now, let me just introduce you to these two here…”- Nova’s eyes drift off from Melodie and onto the caryatids before her. Standing the farthest back, her height only the same as the second because of her nervous hunch. She stammers and struggles to make out a coherent sentence -“H-Hi- uh… h-heya I’m… M-My name’s… C-Colette”- Her eyes look like she hadn’t slept for days, her teeth look like a health code violation, and her hair thankfully sees shampoo once every 2 weeks. The shorter girl then briefly spoke up -“I’m Bibi…”- She had short, slicked back hair that only let her side bangs down. Her abs were visible through the glisten of her sweat and the cropped bottom of her T-shirt. Melodie’s grip remains firm and claiming on Nova’s face as she starts walking, pulling her face like a dog leash -“You’ll tell us your name backstage, is that okay with you?”- She said with a gentle smile that hid her dominance in plain sight. Melodie’s heels became the only noise present as the 3 women all looked at different places to hide their blush. Melodie chuckled and teased -“If you’re gonna be this shy on the way here, it’s gonna be pretty boring when we are all backstage.”- Colette straightened up and replied and replied with a hurry that almost looks like a puppy trying to avoid scolding. -“Y-You know I get… s-shy… around new people… And Bibi does too, even if she doesn’t want to say it.”- She pouted. Bibi glared at Colette like she was about to kill her for saying that, and tried to salvage her persona. -“Well, we can always just start fucking the moment the door closes, we won’t give her a moment to breathe…”- She looked down at Nova’s ass, burning the sight onto her retinas before slapping and grabbing it roughly. -“That’s ok with you, right?”- -“M-M-More than ok…”- She stuttered, her tone coming out breathy and impatient as Melodie became more and more excited for what will happen. -“My name’s… N-Nova, b-by the way…”- Once backstage, Bibi and Coletteung towards Nova, ripping her clothes off like a pack of zombies as their lips, tongues, teeth, and fingers trace over every crook and curve of Nova’s exposed skin like they wanna commit her body to memory. Nova doesn’t push back, but rather, she starts removing whichever piece of clothing from the two girls is closest. She slides her hand under Bibi’s jacket, feeling the contrast between her hard, firm stomach and her soft breasts, she gropes and caresses the curve of her mounds before tracing her finger in the crease of Bibi’s abs. Colette’s knee comes up to press roughly against Nova’s pussy, and Bibi’s currently devouring Colette’s mouth. Melodie finished taking off her bow, gloves, and boots, only to be left to watch over the scene with a slightly jealous expression. She slaps her hands loudly, interrupting the erotic flow the three groupies had -“Hey, eyes on me girls… Wasn’t I the reason you are here, anyways?”- The demand is heard clearly as Nova stumbles towards Melodie’s still clothed figure, already drunk from lust and warmed up for whatever her idol has in store. Melodie waits with crossed arms and a stern look as Nova plummets onto her, wrapping her arms around the idol’s neck and giving her too many hickeys for Melodie to cover up tomorrow. Melodie, remains unimpressed, and starts guiding Nova’s hands to the hem of her skirt, her thigh highs, her clothes tits. She bites down on Nova’s shoulder and nearly draws blood, her entire body tensed by a fine line between frustration and impatience -“Come one… rip open your present, you fucking slut”- Nova’s fingers claw into Melodie’s clothing, tearing away her top and sliding down her skirt. She rips open Melodie’s yoga shorts and digs her nails into the newly exposed flesh. -“Good girl…”- her master rewards, gripping Nova’s jaw to guide her mouth onto hers, claiming her lips and tongue in a knee buckling kiss that makes Nova squeal right then and there. The sound is only muffled by Melodie’s mouth. Colette and Bibi were too busy making out on the door to notice what had just gone on, it’s not until Colette’s eyes drift off from Bibi’s neck and onto Melodie’s body that they realise it’s started already. There were 4 women in that room, 3 were just fans, 2 had their virginity already claimed by the 1, the 1 idol who invaded all their thoughts while touching themselves or having a wet dream, and decided to take that chance and take those wet dreams. The commonality between them was their now naked bodies, some already had their clothes teared away beyond what they could put on again. Melodie’s girlcock was already hardening, from 8 to 9 inches, it still curved down and wobbled slightly as she began taking off her bracelets; from 9-11 inches, precum had already started to form at the tip as she started to press her hips against Nova’s stomach, but she kept stroking it; 11-12 inches, it looked like it could tear open a torso and had veins that ran thick across the shaft. -“Don’t be shy now…”- She said as she placed Nova’s fingers on the base of her girlcock. She leaned down to whisper into her ear. -“The girls can tell you how gentle I’ll be when I break you…”- Bibi came up from behind Melodie, groping her tits and sucking on her neck. Nova’s arms wrapped around Melodie’s waist, trying to worship her girlcock with whatever friction her stomach can offer. Collete’s hands and mouth are all over the place, tongue is throat deep in Melodie, one hand strokes her shaft, the other hand fingering Nova’s pussy and scissors inside it to open her up for her master’s cock. Nova was starting to grind desperately down both women, biting down on Melodie’s shoulder like a stress toy while her hips vigorously pushed Colette’s fingers deeper. Bibi’s body started to go lower and lower, hands going to massage Melodie’s legs and mouth worshipping her inner thighs like it’s her last meal. Melodie’s eyes are glistening with lust, not even a squirm forming as her groupies diligently work to pleasure her and themselves. Bibi’s hand goes to finger her pussy as she continues her masterpiece on Melodie’s thighs, Colette’s hips are grinding against Melodie’s thigh like a dog in head, and Starr Nova could have an orgasm just from a gentle whisper to her ear. Bibi, Nova, and Colette, are all taking turns tasting Melodie’s tongue, pushing and pulling on her face to keep their idol’s mouth to themselves. Melodie chuckled in the space she was given between kisses. -“Brats…”- She moves away from their kisses to say -“Enough foreplay… you three, bend over.”- The order straightened them up like a mass of soldiers as they all laid down on top of each other on the couch. Melodie walked forward and slapped her cock onto Colette’s ass, her hand coming up to her chin thoughtfully as the Deane mass of her dick made the flesh echo. -“Right… who should I do first?”- She said as she ran her dick between each of the girl’s bodies. Her hand came to grope their hips before she settled her fingers into Nova. -“Riiiiight… I have to welcome the new girl.”- Nova was sandwiched between Bibi and Colette, their arms already around her to keep her in place. Melodie’s slick, glistening tip struggled to get inside, Nova’s moans of pain pleasure at the stretching muffled by Colette’s chest. Melodie grew bored of gentleness, and she thrust her hips 6 inches deep without warning. Nova’s scream of pleasure made Bibi frown with worry and Colette laugh sadistically. Her hand came down to caress Nova’s hip with contradicting gentleness. -“Good girl… such a good girl… you took half of it like such a champ.”- She accentuated each pause with a playful smack. Colette couldn’t contain it anymore, she gripped Nova’s head and crashed her lips into a nearly teeth breaking kiss, biting down on the bottom lip. Bibi was already sneaking her hand to rub Nova’s clit as Melodie started grinding her hips slowly. Minutes if this happened before Melodie decided her groupie was ready for another thrust. She grabbed Nova’s legs, threw them over her shoulders, and thrusted balls deep into her, the tip hit her cervix like a dart as her torso bulged up and forward from the 12 inch intrusion. Melodie groaned in satisfaction -“Fuuuuuck… You don’t get much action down there, so you? You’re so tight I don’t think it’s gonna…”-She pulled her hips back before thrusting roughly again, making Nova scream into Colette’s mouth. -“Fuck, yes, It’s pulling me in like a suction cup!!”- Her thrusting quickened into a drilling pace, breeding her can like a rabbit as the tip got so deep inside that her pre-cum may be accidentally leaking into the womb. She continued, 20 minutes, she threw off Colette from over Nova and decided to put her in a mating press, leaving Colette as just a pent up witness as Bibi was getting crushed under the weight of Nova and her master’s thrusts. 40 minutes, Nova’s already came a couple times, and Melodie gripped Bibi’s ankle and threw her off from under Nova, sliding her cock out before placing herself behind her. She rubbed the tip of her cock against Nova’s slit, waiting for her to inhale so she’s caught as off guard as possible when she thrusts balls deep again, this time with Nova’s pussy loosened enough from the abuse to take it in one go. Melodie wrapped her arms under Nova’s knees and pulled them all the way to her head, pinning her in a full Nelson’s. Her balls were already tightening as if waiting to cum, the suspicion confirmed by her frantic moaning -“Breed… breed… breed breed breed BREEEED!!”- She squealed. Bibi and Colette were jealous, their master never wanted to put a baby in them, and this new girl can just get that treatment because she had a pretty face and didn’t speak much? Nova, on the other hand, was just too lost in pleasure to speak. She knew if she spoke, it would just be an incoherent moan, her brain was fried and turned to mush. 10 minutes later, Melodie pushed her down on her cock for the last time before cumming. The tip thrusting so hard against her cervix that her cum probably hit the womb like a missile. Nova plopped down onto the couch, and whimpered at the loss of Melodie’s thick length and having spasms from being fucked so roughly through her orgasm. Melodie spread her legs on the couch and gave a confused look to Colette and Bibi, who were just standing there in awe and envy. Melodie snapped her fingers -“Hey, there’s at least 6 more rounds I wanna go for. What are you waiting for?”- In the same vein as with Nova, Melodie bred her groupies for hours before half the rounds she said were done. Now, she had just done a concert, and she just jackhammered into 3 women in 3 and a half hours. She decided to take it slow, and focus on the women that were so dedicated to her. She took all of their still squirming bodies and placed them down gently on the couch: she massaged their legs, kissed their stomachs, she ran her fingers through each of the women’s hair. Starr nuzzled into her shoulder like a puppy, Bibi gave small kisses to Melodie’s shoulders, and Colette licked and sucked on her neck in her usual bizarreness. They stayed like that for another hour. Melodies whispered sweet talk into each of her fans’ ears. She told Bibi how much she loves how hard she blushes when someone laughs at the corny one-liners that come out whenever she’s in any kind of competition. She told Colette that she’s never seen anyone articulate enough to rant for as long as she does when she’s excited. She then looked at Nova, her face softening as she realises she doesn’t know her enough to say anything yet. Regardless, she places a soft kiss to her cheek -“And I can’t wait to see all those quirks you haven’t shown me, Nova”- she whispers gently. They spend 20, maybe 30 minutes cuddling like that, with their bodies resting on their idol’s as their bodies start to stretch back to how they were before the orgy. Colette starts to nestle in more comfortably, until her leg accidentally rubs against Melodie’s cock again, noticing how hard it still is. -“Oh, right…”- She starts stroking her length to full hardness, her wrist moving in a slow, constant rythm that makes Melodie whimper in satisfaction -“You still had 3 more rounds left in there…”- Bibi and Nova look at Melodie’s cock, and they immediately dive between Melodie’s legs, making Colette follow through. Melodie looks down at their adoring stares, Colette’s pointed at her cock, Bibi’s at her thighs, and Nova’s at her eyes. She speaks up -“Y-You girls don’t have to…”- Her hips buck forward and a smooth moan slips from her mouth when she feels Colette sucking the tip. Nova strikes the base and kisses the shaft as Bibi sucks and licks Melodie’s groin and balls. They keep a slow and steady rhythm, and Melodie lets them adjust their positions all they want. Colette slowly stretches her throat out until she can suck deep enough to meet Nova’s lips on her shaft. Nova decides to make out with Melodie as she keeps her hand stroking the base of her idol’s cock, and the other gently massages her breast. Bibi wastes no space and climbs up to kiss and bite Melodie’s torso, tracing lips across the crest of her hips, digging her fingers into her sides, leaving marks all across the waist she knows Melodie has no outfits to cover. Their hips all grind against Melodie, Colette rubbing against her shin, Bibi at the thigh, and Nova at the forearm. Melodie’s soft orgasms have the noise swallowed by Nova, the seed swallowed by Colette, and the spasming core kissed to relaxation by Bibi. This harmony of tongues, hands, legs, torsos, lips, and eyes that look to say “I’m here for your pleasure” to whoever they meet continues for longer or shorter than they can remember, eventually leaving every single body in the room spent and satisfied. Gentle stretching and hydration follows suit as Melodie calls her chauffeur to pick them all up, and they get dressed with whichever clothes weren’t ripped apart in their passion. The trip to the hotel is a sloppy, tired make out of 4 souls that need each other too much to care about the exhaustion in their bodies, they tilt and press against each other’s faces in whichever way they can find to kiss all at the same time, making every lip touch every lip, and every tongue embrace every tongue. Every hand touches every thigh, every grip fondles every breast. The car comes to a stop, and Bibi opens the door with hesitation, knowing the room is more comfortable, but not wanting to stay apart from their touch. Colette clings onto Nova’s arm as they walk towards the elevator. They steal a couple of French kisses from each other before they get to the room. And they finally plop down on the king sized bed. Melodie lies at the bottom, offering her body as a fire to be warmed around. Colette buried her face in Melodie’s waist, then wrapped her arms around it, and finally wrapped one of her master’s legs around her to secure that safe sense of submission to steady her heartbeat. Nova brings one of Melodie’s arms to her cheek as she rests her head on her chest, she places one hand on the thigh secured around Colette, and the other keeping her idol’s hand on her face. Bibi’s resting her entire body on the other side of Melodie, face and torso trusting her goddess’ to keep them supported, Melodie’s arm is wrapped securely around Bibi’s shoulders, and stroking mindless patterns into her exposed back. The last love sighs of the night are breathed out, and heartbeats synchronise into a lulling vibration that ends this concert on a high note submitted by /u/Mettalyn to r/BrawlstarsCirclejerk [link] [comments]

We all knew she would be casual about it but she really acts like she went and did something good with her life 😂😂🥲 submitted by /u/Open-Goat3212 to r/AlyssaStevensSnark [link] [comments]

Previously, on Hell’s Kitchen… The final 11 participated in Chef Ramsay’s own personal version of Wheel of Fortune, in which they spun for their ingredients and built their dishes from the ground up. In the blue kitchen, egos clashed, but it was Thomas who took over the leadership role, much to the annoyance of Grace. In the red kitchen, with Shane out of the picture, the undermanned red team managed to work together on their creation. When Ramsay tasted the dishes, it was the red team who had the edge, and they were rewarded with a horseback ride through the Santa Monica mountains, along with a scenic picnic with Ramsay himself. Meanwhile, the blue team were punished by cleaning both kitchens and prepping grouper for tomorrow night’s service, and tensions quickly arose between Thomas and the rest of his team. In service, both teams got off to a slow start on appetizers, but while the blue team managed to right the ship on entrees, the red team sank due to a shocking performance from Deidra on the fish station and Everett’s confusion on garnish. Ramsay declared the blue team as the clear winners, but named Michael the best of the worst and asked him for two nominees from the red team. At elimination, Michael decided to nominate… Michael: “Deidra.” And… Michael: “Everett.” But Deidra’s meltdown on her supposed best station was the last straw, and with that, her dream of becoming the head chef of Gordon Ramsay Steak in Vancouver, British Columbia came to an end… https://reddit.com/link/1rgbf1u/video/j14i1shpd2mg1/player And now, the continuation of Hell’s Kitchen… The chefs went back upstairs to the dorms after Deidra’s elimination, with Ramsay’s instructions to the blue team still echoing in their minds. Melody said in her confessional that she liked being on the blue team, and definitely didn’t want to leave Lauren again after they had just been reunited. As the blue team returned to their side of the dorm, Lauren said they should try to work this out as quickly as possible, and the three of them went into the bedroom to discuss it privately. Lauren asked Melody and Thomas what their thoughts were, and Melody said she wanted to stay and continue to prove herself as a leader on the blue team, while Thomas said that he wanted to go back to the red team, as he felt that he could help them get back on track and show Ramsay his leadership qualities in the process. Melody asked Lauren what she was thinking, to which Lauren hesitated. In her confessional, Lauren said that this was a tough decision, as she had already jumped to a new team once, and she felt comfortable working alongside the blue team. Finally, Lauren said that if Thomas wanted to go to the red team, she would support him, to which Melody agreed. Back in the main dorm, Grace said in her confessional that she hoped Thomas would leave so he would stop imposing his will on every challenge and she could start to assert herself as a leader. Meanwhile, Travis was relaxing and trying to keep his mind off his nagging injury, saying in his confessional that it wasn’t going to get any easier, but there was no way he was giving up on his dream. On the red team’s side of the dorm, the four remaining chefs were in a somber mood after yet another loss in service, and a frustrated Michael said they needed to get their shit together and start winning services again. Everett was still shaken up after his second consecutive nomination, and said in his confessional that he absolutely could not afford any fuck ups in the next service, or it might all be over. Faye tried to assure him though, saying that they would bounce back from this and no one else was going home from the red team from now on. Ramona was also feeling frustrated, as she had only won a single dinner service out of the first ten, and said she was sick and tired of always being on the losing team. Everett agreed that the losing had to stop, but also said Ramona needed to step up and prove why she deserved to have her immunity pass. Ramona defended herself though, saying she had a good service tonight aside from one mistake, while Everett had totally failed on garnish. Faye tried to calm them down, saying they were all frustrated right now and just needed to get some sleep. And soon afterwards, both teams did finally turn in for the night. Challenge The next day, the chefs came downstairs and found Ramsay waiting for them, along with Jon and Christina, and Michael said in his confessional that this had to be a special occasion for the sous chefs to also be present. First, Ramsay pointed out that out of the 20 chefs they had started with, there were now just 10, which meant he was expecting each and every one of them to start standing out as individual leaders, while continuing to be strong team players. With that said though, he reminded the blue team of what he had said last night, and asked Thomas who was going back to the red team. Thomas announced that he had volunteered and gotten everyone else’s agreement, and Ramsay told him to step forward, put his red jacket back on, and rejoin his old team. With both teams now balanced again at 5 chefs each, Ramsay was ready to announce the challenge, but he started by saying he needed the help of some special guests. As he said this, the door opened to reveal season 2 winner Heather, season 6 winner Dave, and season 12 winner Scott, who each held a large poster displaying dishes which Lauren described in her confessional as looking absolutely delicious, while Melody said in her confessional that it was amazing to be in the presence of so many former winners. Ramsay told the chefs that all of these dishes did not come from a michelin-starred restaurant, but from right here, designed by chefs in previous seasons. Ramsay continued, saying that to celebrate 20 years of Hell’s Kitchen, he was bringing back the classic red vs. blue menu challenge for tonight’s service. To that end, he instructed the chefs to go back to the dorms and take some time to build their menus. Then, they would prepare 2 appetizers and 3 entrees for him. As a further incentive, he revealed that the sous chefs and the three past winners would join him in tasting their dishes and giving feedback, so he urged them to put everything they had into their respective menus. Back in the dorms, both teams quickly tried to get to the task of designing their menus. On the blue team’s side, Lauren took on the role as the leader, as she asked the team for suggestions for her to write down. Travis said in his confessional that this was a huge deal, as he knew none of them wanted to disappoint Ramsay in front of several former winners, and they had to put their best foot forward with this menu. Early on, Melody began suggesting several ideas, saying they should go for a classical French menu with items such as mussels, beef bourguignon and a creme brulee dessert. Grace became annoyed very quickly and said in her confessional that Melody was just one of those chicks who liked to hear herself talk. Lauren, though, approved of many of her suggestions, and put forward a venison tenderloin as her own contribution. Travis also suggested they should try a flatbread, while Carole suggested a bistro salad. Lauren asked Grace if she had any suggestions, but Grace stood up and grumbled that it looked like the blue team clearly had this under control and walked out. Travis said this was getting ridiculous, while Carole said they could make a lot more progress without Grace anyways. On the red team’s side of the dorm, it didn’t take long for Thomas to take over the leadership role again, though Faye said it needed to be a group effort. Ramona suggested adding lamb chops, as she felt confident she could work with it given her five star signature dish. Thomas changed it to a rack of lamb with his own garnish, and after getting the approval of the others, added it to the menu, though Ramona was annoyed in her confessional, saying that Thomas wouldn’t let anyone’s ideas stand on their own. Michael wanted to add veal parmigiana, which Thomas said seemed a bit too basic for what Ramsay would be looking for. Michael said in his confessional that it felt like Thomas had just walked in and assumed command of the team, while Thomas said he was simply trying to ensure they had the highest quality food to present to Ramsay and the former winners. While the others tried to toss out ideas, Faye noticed that Everett wasn’t saying much, and noted that he seemed much more quiet than usual, but Everett replied that he simply didn’t feel as confident in putting his own ideas out there. However, he finally suggested adding red snapper, which Thomas said was a great idea, though again, he decided that his ideas could elevate the dish, but Everett said in his confessional that there was no point trying to change his mind. Faye managed to get ribeye added to the menu, while Michael had better luck with his suggestion of a creamy butternut squash risotto. With both teams having worked out their menus, it was now time for them to return to their respective kitchens and prepare their five dishes for Ramsay’s approval. As the chefs were heading back downstairs, however, Travis suddenly stumbled and cried out in pain, and had to be supported by his teammates the rest of the way down. Travis grimaced as he said it felt like something just snapped, and his ankle felt as if it were on fire. Melody said in her confessional that this was not good at all, and went to find the medic. While Travis was being examined, the blue team entered their kitchen, and Ramsay noticed that they were down a man, asking where Travis was. Carole explained the situation and said he was being checked out by the medic. Ramsay nodded and said while it would obviously be difficult, as their concern was rightfully on Travis’ health, the blue team needed to keep it together and cook to the best of their abilities. However, it was undeniable that the wind had completely gone out of the blue team’s sails, as Lauren said in her confessional that Travis was the level-headed person that had always kept them somewhat even keeled, and made the transition to a new team much easier for her and Melody. Melody tried to encourage the team by saying Travis was coming back and they had to give him a great menu to work with, it was clear that each of them were now feeling extremely anxious about Travis’ future in Hell’s Kitchen. Outside the kitchen, Travis was being tended to by the medic, who said he would need to go back to the hospital, as the injury had worsened. Travis was close to tears in his confessional, as he said he would do anything not to leave, and knew if he left now, he might never get this opportunity again. Ramsay himself came out of the kitchen to check on him, and Travis pleaded to be allowed to stay, saying he could fight through this, but Ramsay said his health was the priority and he needed immediate treatment, telling him to wait until after service to make a decision on whether or not he wanted to continue. Travis finally accepted Ramsay’s advice and agreed to go to the hospital, saying in his confessional that he was about to make the biggest decision of his life, and the worst part was that he felt completely useless in his current condition. Back in the red kitchen, the only one who really seemed to feel confident in the menu was Thomas, as he said in his confessional that it was annoying to have his team doubt him after all of the times he had come through in the past, but he was confident that Ramsay would love the food. Ramona said in her confessional that Thomas seemed like a good chef, but his personality made it very difficult to work with him, and she was tired of always having someone push her ideas aside. Meanwhile, Michael was cooking his risotto, saying in his confessional that he had to make this his best risotto yet, and despite his earlier annoyance with Thomas, the two of them still talked back and forth, and Michael joked that he like Thomas better when he was in a good mood, to which Thomas replied that if they won service tonight, he’d be in an even better mood. Everett chimed in, saying the blue team was in for a good old fashioned ass whooping tonight, as he was done playing around, and Michael said that’s exactly what they needed to hear, as he said in his confessional that it was great to have the old Everett back after he had gone quiet during their menu creation. Faye said in her confessional that her ribeye was looking great, and she couldn’t wait to show it to Ramsay. As the thirty second warning was called out by Ramsay, the chefs began plating their dishes, and brought them to the pass as time expired. With the cooking portion of the challenge complete, Ramsay had some troubling news for everyone, as he pointed out what each of the red team’s members had already noticed, which was that Travis was missing from the blue team. Ramsay said that Travis had been taken to the hospital, and would not be participating in tonight’s service. Faye was stunned, saying in her confessional that she would never have wished something like this on one of her fellow chefs, especially after the way she went out last season. Thomas asked if Travis was alright, which surprised Ramona, as she said she didn’t know he had a heart, and Ramsay answered that it didn’t look good, but there could be no definitive statements made yet. Thomas said in his confessional that they had all made sacrifices to be here, and just because he saw himself as the clear best chef on either team didn’t mean he wanted his competitors to go out due to injury. With all this said, though, Ramsay said the focus right now had to remain on the challenge, and now, it was time for the chefs to present their dishes to him, Jon, Christina, and the three former winners, starting with the blue team, who presented Melody’s mussels, Travis’ onion flatbread, Lauren’s venison tenderloin, Melody’s beef bourguignon, and Carole’s sole meuniére. Ramsay noted that everything worked well on paper, to which Dave agreed, as he said it looked like the blue team had a plan and executed it, which Lauren admitted should be mostly credited to Melody, who had come up with the concept itself. Ramsay asked what Grace’s contribution was, to which she said that the blue team clearly didn’t value her ideas very much, to which Lauren shot back that she could have had something on the menu if she didn’t storm off. Ramsay ran a hand through his hair in exasperation and said the menu looked more unified than the team at the moment. He then said it was a good start, but the taste was the most important factor. The dishes did get good reviews overall, though Jon pointed out that the presentation on Carole’s sole could use some cleaning up, and Christina cautioned Lauren and Melody on their meat temps, as the venison and beef were slightly dry, but Scott had high praise for the presentation on Melody’s dishes, with Ramsay noting that had been one of her strengths from day one, even if consistently cooking the food to an edible temperature had taken a bit more time. Melody laughed nervously in her confessional, as she said this felt as awkward as having a parent-teacher conference, but Scott said the creativity was definitely there, which got a huge smile from her. Overall, everyone seemed to agree that the menu was tight and cohesive, with Ramsay saying that they just needed to execute where it counted, during service. Next, it was time for the red team’s menu to be put under scrutiny, and they presented Michael’s butternut squash risotto, Thomas’ lobster ravioli, Thomas and Ramona’s mint crusted rack of lamb, Thomas and Everett’s red snapper with an orange-mango beurre blanc, and Faye’s ribeye. Ramsay said that it all looked delicious, which Christina agreed with, as she said she was proud of the red team and how far they had come. Michael said in his confessional that it was an honor to get such a high compliment from their sous chef, and he hoped she would still feel that way after tasting the food. Thomas was showing some rare nerves in his confessional, as he said his fingerprints were all over this menu, and he knew it was good, but if for whatever reason, Ramsay and the others didn’t like it, the blame would swiftly fall on him. When it came time for reviews, the biggest criticism came on the rack of lamb, as Heather noted that it seemed undercooked, and Ramsay schooled Ramona, saying this was not what he expected at this stage, especially since she had cooked lamb better than that on day one. Dave also pointed out that the presentation of the snapper dish needed a lot of work, as it didn’t look as appetizing as it could have. However, the ravioli was praised as being restaurant quality, while Christina loved the flavor in Faye’s ribeye, and Jon said Michael’s risotto was one of the best he’d ever tasted, to which Ramsay agreed. Ramsay concluded that the menu was up and down, but had potential, and told them to make the necessary adjustments. Ramsay thanked the former winners for coming back to help him critique the menus, and said he looked forward to seeing them tonight in service, which got all of the chefs’ attention, as Lauren said getting to serve their own dishes to former champions was all the motivation they could ever have needed. Pre-Service Now that the menus had been tested out, Ramsay told the chefs it was time to start prepping the kitchens and familiarizing themselves with their menus, as he was expecting an amazing service from each team tonight. In the blue kitchen, Melody said in her confessional that it was tough to concentrate when Travis’ absence was the clear elephant in the room, and she was just hoping he would be okay and they could win this service for him. Grace, on the other hand, said in her confessional that while she wasn't actively rooting for injuries, she was here for one reason and one reason only, to win, and she wasn’t about to get all weepy and sentimental over a competitor leaving. Carole seemed more nervous than usual, and Melody checked in with her, as she said that she felt like she had been struggling in the past few services, but Melody said they had to keep their heads in the game right now. Lauren said in her confessional that this was her time to step up as the leader of a demoralized team and show Ramsay that she had what it took to become his executive chef, and with their own food on the menu, there were absolutely no excuses for failure. In the red kitchen, Thomas was annoyed that Ramona and Everett had made such basic mistakes in the menu tasting and made perfectly good dishes look subpar, but he was determined to lead the red team to victory tonight. Michael said they had to win this one with the blue team being a man down, and Ramona said in her confessional that she was going to have a perfect service tonight, no matter what station she was on, as it was the only way to avoid being nominated. Everett was also eager to avoid nomination, as he had gone up two nights in a row, and knew he couldn’t afford to fuck this up, not when it was a menu they had created themselves. Faye said in her confessional that Michael, Thomas and herself definitely seemed like the top contenders right now on the red team, and hoped that Ramona and Everett could put their inconsistencies aside and step it up. Ramona ended up asking Faye for advice, as she felt like Thomas had something against her, but Faye said it was only going to get more cutthroat from now on, as this was uncharted water even for her. Ramsay gathered the chefs one more time and reminded them that it may be their menus, but it was still his standard, and he was not going to put up with any bullshit. With that said, he told them that they were all still here for a reason, and now it was time for them to show him, then, he turned to Marino and told him to open Hell’s Kitchen for Red vs. Blue Menu night. Dinner Service Diners streamed through the doors for the 11th Hell’s Kitchen service of season 24 for a very special event, as the red and blue teams’ menus would be competing against each other for the first time in ten years. As guests took their seats, including three very special guests - the former winners and their families - it wasn’t long before orders began to enter the kitchen, and it soon became clear which menu had the early edge in popularity, as all of the tickets were for the blue team. With their menu getting all the early attention, it was up to Lauren on appetizers and Melody on fish to get the blue team off to a great start, while Grace was on garnish and Carole was on meat. With one chef on each section, Lauren said there was nowhere to hide, and it was time for each of them to put up or shut up. Lauren had no problems early on with Travis’ flatbread dish, as she was able to get her first table accepted, and said in her confessional that this one was for him. She was also able to communicate well with Melody on fish, who also had no issues serving the first table of mussels. Grace on garnish said she was here to show out and kick everyone’s ass, regardless of team, as she was still pissed off about being left without any dishes on the menu. Her first table of salads though, was overly watery, and Ramsay said he did not expect that from her when she had made better salads than that weeks ago. Grace was able to bounce back though, and appetizers continued to be smooth sailing for the blue team, although Lauren said in her confessional that having the more popular menu also meant a greater workload, but she was confident that she and Melody could handle this. Sure enough, with their excellent communication and teamwork, appetizers were flying out of the kitchen at a steady pace, and a very important guest, season 2 winner Heather, was seen enjoying her meal. Melody said in her confessional that she was very impressed with Lauren’s leadership, as she really seemed to have things under control on apps. Soon, the blue team was ready to get started on entrees. In the red kitchen, Faye was on appetizers, Ramona was on fish, Thomas was on garnish, and Everett was with Michael on meat. Unfortunately, their menu was not turning out to be as popular as they had hoped, as they had to wait for several minutes after the blue team to get their first ticket, and Thomas said in his confessional that this was just getting embarrassing. Finally though, orders did begin to stream into the red kitchen, and early on, Faye and Ramona communicated well between their sections, as Faye noted in her confessional that Ramona was really speaking up and sounding confident for the first time, which she was proud of, and they were able to successfully deliver their first table of risotto and lobster ravioli. Ramona said in her confessional that nothing was going to stop her tonight, as she had to prove why she belonged in the top 9. Both did have some stumbles though, as Ramona didn’t make enough ravioli for a table, and had to be asked by Ramsay if she knew how to count, while Faye sent up a bland risotto, and was schooled by Ramsay, as this was a Hell’s Kitchen staple. Faye kicked herself in her confessional, saying these little mistakes added up in Ramsay’s mind, and she couldn’t let them affect her. Faye and Ramona were able to recover though, and it wasn’t long before food once again began to leave the kitchen to very satisfied diners, including season 12 winner Scott. With both kitchens still neck and neck, the red team was now ready to get started on entrees, Back in the blue kitchen, the focus shifted the Carole on meat to keep the blue team’s momentum going, Carole was nervous in her confessional as these were new menu items, but knew she needed to deliver a strong performance to keep herself from falling behind. Unfortunately, the issues would begin as early as the first table, as Grace called out inconsistent times from garnish which threw off both Melody and Carole, and Ramsay demanded to know when exactly the food was going to start coming out. Once they finally brought their dishes to the pass, Carole’s beef was rejected for being chewy and inedible, and Grace said in her confessional that Carole seriously needed to either get a grip or get the hell out of here. While Carole was able to recover and the first table eventually went out, progress continued to be sluggish as Grace was not talking to her team and rushed garnishes to the pass, which led to Melody bringing up undercooked sole, and she expressed frustration in her confessional with Grace not being a team player. With the kitchen still moving slowly, Ramsay called out for the venison and got no response from Carole, much to his frustration. Melody was able to calm Carole down temporarily and the two of them managed to finally get their sole and venison to the pass. Ramsay now called out for the garnish, saying the ticket was dying, only to receive soggy, burnt vegetables from Grace, and he demanded to know if that was really her best. Lauren said in her confessional that Grace was absolutely sinking the service right now, and decided to try to help her out on garnish, but Grace said she had things under control, saying in her confessional that Lauren just needed to leave her alone, but Lauren said Grace clearly needed the help, and with the kitchen still stalled, Ramsay had enough and took everyone into the pantry, asking them what the fuck they were doing. Carole explained that Grace wasn’t talking to anyone, while Grace said that Carole was supposed to be driving the tickets from meat, and she went silent on them. Ramsay was pissed and told them to get it figured out, and quickly, because this was absolutely unacceptable. While the blue team struggled through entrees, the red team hoped that Everett and Michael would propel them to victory from the meat station. Everett said in his confessional that this was redemption night, and he needed to have his best service yet to earn back Ramsay’s respect. On the first table, though, both Everett and Michael had issues as Michael served rare ribeye, while Everett’s lamb was undercooked and poorly sliced. Thomas said in his confessional that the red team could not afford to be having these struggles at this point, and the meat stations needed to get their shit together immediately. Fortunately, both Michael and Everett were able to recover and, along with Ramona, get their first table out. Ramona did serve raw snapper, which got her schooled by Ramsay, but she was able to bounce back quickly. From then on, entrees began to flow out into the dining room, with Ramona continuing to be more vocal from fish, while Thomas kept everyone on schedule from garnish. With the orders for the red team still lagging behind those from the blue team, Ramsay became annoyed with Everett dragging on his lamb, but with Michael’s help, they were able to avoid it becoming a larger issue, and Everett was able to serve beautifully cooked lamb, with Ramsay saying he wanted it to be like that every single time. Everett said in his confessional that he had no intentions of stopping, and a fire had definitely been lit under him tonight. With Michael, Everett, Thomas and Ramona all working in sync with each other, the red team was able to push out entrees and complete a very solid service, with several guests seen enjoying their meal, including Scott While the red team started to pull ahead on entrees, the blue team were in the pantry trying to sort out their issues. Melody told Grace and Carole that they needed to be more vocal, and that Grace needed to accept Lauren’s help. Lauren agreed and said they weren’t cooking like a team right now. With Carole promising to try to do better, and Grace throwing her hands up and saying she would do whatever would help the team win, the blue team finally emerged from the pantry and resumed working on entrees. With Lauren helping out on garnish, communication finally improved, but Grace still managed to serve bland, watery puree, while Carole had problems getting the temperature right on her venison, as it was overcooked on the first attempt, and “still moving” on the second attempt, as she said in her confessional that this service had been an absolute nightmare for her, and she had a feeling she could be going home tonight. However, they were finally able to serve acceptable dishes along with Melody’s sole, and the blue team eventually managed to serve the rest of their entrees and complete service behind the red team, with Heather and Dave seen enjoying their food in the dining room, but Ramsay said that was more painful that a fucking root canal. Post-Mortem Ramsay had the teams line up and said tonight was all about these chefs, the supposed best half of the field, proving that they could build and serve their own menus, and that was why, after the strong start both teams had on appetizers, he was deeply disappointed in the fall from grace, which he pointed out was a very appropriate choice of words, from the blue team, as he still wanted to know where the fuck the communication was on entrees, ans wondered if Travis had really been the one holding them together all this time. With that said, there was one team who did justice to their own menu, and that was the red team, who were declared the winners of Red vs. Blue Menu Night. Ramsay then told the blue team to go back to the dorms and think very hard about the two people they wanted to nominate for elimination after that embarrassing performance. With that, he told them to piss off. Back in the dorms, the decision seemed simple for the blue team at first, with Lauren saying that Grace was a disaster on garnish, and refused to talk to anyone. Carole agreed and said it was clear she was only looking out for herself at the team’s expense. Grace shot back that she had to look out for herself, as it was obvious that everyone else here wanted her gone. Melody told Grace to stop putting words in their mouths, as she had been nothing but supportive, but Grace said she was voting for Melody due to being fake and overly inconsistent. Lauren asked if everyone else agreed to nominating Grace, to which they did, and Grace angrily said in her confessional that they could each go fuck themselves for all she cared. For the second nominee, Lauren and Melody agreed that Carole’s performance in service was the weakest, as she had struggled to get meat temperatures right. Carole tried to defend herself by saying she had been more consistent throughout the season than Melody, and simply based on the process of elimination, would have to nominate Melody due to her up and down performances. Melody was annoyed with this, as she said she had been doing her best, and despite her terrible last service with the red team, felt herself getting stronger and more confident with each passing day. On the red team’s side of the dorm, Michael was pumped up to finally be back on the winning team in service, which he celebrated with Faye, while Everett was relieved that even though he didn’t have a perfect service, he delivered when it counted and helped his team win. Thomas said in his confessional that he did nothing but win, and after turning around both the blue team and red team, he was sure Ramsay was taking notice of his leadership abilities. Ramona went over to chat with Everett, with the two of them being excited to still be here, with Ramona saying she and Everett were definitely the most vulnerable ones here, and they needed to stick together, especially since Thomas would push for them to go out as soon as they lost. Everett said in his confessional that Ramona was a feisty chef, which he admired, though he was worried about the fact that she still had her immunity pass, and if it came down to the two of them, she had a get out of jail free card, while he would be screwed. Even so, he agreed that they should watch each other’s backs. Elimination Ceremony The four person blue team entered the dining room, and as they stood before Ramsay, it was clear that the nerves of the competition were starting to get to them. Ramsay said they were down to the best 10, and this had been their own menu, and the more popular one, no less. There should have been no excuses for such a disastrous service. He did concede, though, the fact that the stress of losing their teammate before service may have played a role in throwing them off their game, and that was why he wanted to let Travis tell them how he was doing. With that, the door opened, and Travis entered the dining room, supporting himself with crutches, which drew some shocked silent reactions from his teammates. Ramsay asked Travis what he had been told at the hospital, to which Travis replied that his ankle was in much worse shape now, and it would take an extended period of time to heal. Ramsay sighed, as he told Travis that they both knew what this meant, and Travis nodded, as he appeared to be fighting back tears, and said he would not be staying in Hell’s Kitchen. Melancholy music Ramsay: “I don’t say this lightly, young man, and I sincerely mean it: you could have won this competition. I’m very sorry you won’t be able to go on. And I wish you all the best with your recovery and future in the industry.” Travis: “Thank you for everything, chef, I really can’t thank you enough for this. It’s been the experience of a lifetime.” Ramsay: “Thank you, Travis. Keep the jacket, you earned it, and keep your eyes and ears open, because the next voice on the phone could be mine. Please, take care, and get well soon.” With that, Ramsay and Travis shook hands, and Travis exchanged a goodbye with his team as Ramsay opened the door for him. Travis’ comment “It’s so fucking hard to walk away from a competition that you know you could have won, for reasons completely out of your control. I pushed my body and mind to the limit in Hell’s Kitchen, and for whatever reason, my body just couldn’t handle it. I’d give anything to go back and change that one step, but it’s over now. I guess all I can do is try to ignore the what if’s and remember all the good that came from this…but dammit man, it’s a big “what if?” and it hurts. I can’t pretend that it doesn’t.” With Travis’ tragic withdrawal, Ramsay announced that the man who just walked out of those doors was far from the weakest chef here, and that was why Ramsay announced that he was not done, and still needed to hear from the blue team. Dramatic music Ramsay asked Lauren for the blue team’s first nominee and why. Lauren announced that the team had unanimously voted for Grace, due to her attitude constantly bringing the team down and poor performance on garnish. Ramsay asked for the second nominee and why. Lauren hesitated, and announced that…the blue team had not been able to reach a consensus on the second nominee, as they were split between Carole and Melody. Ramsay was pissed, as he said even in the dorms, the blue team still couldn’t fucking communicate as a team. Finally though, he told Grace, Carole and Melody to all step forward, and started by asking Melody why she should stay in Hell’s Kitchen. Melody: I’ve had some low points, chef, I fully admit that, but ever since I joined the blue team, I feel like I’ve just been getting stronger. I have confidence now that I didn’t have when I first got here. I know I’m a good chef, and I try my best to help the team whenever and however I can.” Ramsay paused for a moment to consider her words, then said that he agreed completely, and sent her back in line, much to her relief as she shared a quick hug with Lauren. Ramsay then moved to Carole, asking her to explain why she was getting worse and less visible the longer the competition went on. Carole: “Chef, I do feel like I get pushed around sometimes by my team-” Ramsay: “Well push back then! For god’s sake, young lady. You have to act like you want this!” Carole: “I do want this, chef! I want to be the head chef of Gordon Ramsay Steak, I know I have the experience and the talent to run it, I just need to start showing you.” Ramsay said she needed to start showing him weeks ago, and he was running out of patience. Finally, he moved on to Grace, asking her really, truly, why she should stay in Hell’s Kitchen when her team was desperate to get rid of her? Grace: “Well chef, I think the reason they’re so desperate is because they know I’m strong, I have leadership qualities, and they want to get rid of the competition. I think it’s as simple as that.” Ramsay said he was getting tired of all the bullshit in the blue team, and demanded to know when she was going to start talking to her teammates. Grace responded that if they gave her a chance to lead, he would see just how talented she was. Ramsay sighed in frustration, as he said that both of them deserved to go home on the back of tonight’s performance, but with that said… Ramsay: “My decision is…” Ramsay: “Carole.” Elimination music Ramsay: “You’ve gone invisible, it’s like the competition is too big for you. But…I know you can cook, that’s why I’m giving you another chance. I need to start seeing some leadership, I need to hear your voice. Get back in line.” Dramatic music As Carole gratefully returned to the blue team, Ramsay turned to Grace. Ramsay: “Step forward, young lady, and listen very carefully to me…This. Is. It. No more bullshit, show me that you can work with your team, or get out of here. Back in line.” Ramsay confirmed that no one else was going home tonight, as he said both Carole and Grace were very lucky that Travis had been unable to continue, and told them to take advantage of this second chance and show him something in the next service. With that, he told everyone to get back to the dorms and get some sleep. As the chefs exited, several of them had confessionals. Lauren said it sucked that they had lost Travis instead of Grace, as their team was now much worse off. Grace said that she was still here and all these bitches better watch out, because she was going to outlast them one by one. Thomas said that the blue team was a clusterfuck as long as Grace was there, and while he felt sorry for Lauren, it shouldn’t be too difficult for the red team to rack up some wins. Faye said it was devastating to see Travis go out the way he did, and it just went to show how quickly it could all end. Placement https://preview.redd.it/vqq7vp7sd2mg1.png?width=2511&format=png&auto=webp&s=8d7241e70982c0e0c67fddb52264949d7164b8ce submitted by /u/Alex72598 to r/HKFanFics [link] [comments]