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meatbricks · 5 days

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Reminder

18+ means 18+, not “I’m 14 but I don’t get offended by your posts” or “I’m 16 but I’m mature for my age”

// If you’re a minor, get off my page, this isn’t for you //

#this is the reblog #another reminder. just in case #i dont care if youre a rebellious teenager. i dont care if you think youre cooler and edgier than your 8th grade classmates #if youre under 18. dont interact with my blog. this includes likes/reblogs/asks/literally anything #dont even LOOK at my blog. please block me if youre under 18 #this also goes for my main #none of what i post on this website is for kids or underage teens #fullstop. no exceptions.

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meatbricks · 8 days

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Would there be any chance of the painter showing any form of romantic feelings for someone in a more innocent way?

HIII ANON this is a super awesome question!!! thank you for sending this in!! ^^

uHHMMM BUT TO ANSWER. honestly i don't think so.. a lot of his motive and thought process is centered around sex? and so much of his attraction to people is related to like. how they would be as victims or accomplices... so i can't exactly say he's capable of entering any relationship in an innocent way LOL; either you end up murdering people or getting murdered, whether there's sex involved in the relationship or not

#this is the answer (ooc)#this is the answer #this is the writing #these are the headcanons #x reader #🖌#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #sowwy if this is kind of incomprehensible KJDSFKJHSDKJFHS #its a bit late at night where i am—#IM TRYING MY BEST OKAY.. be patient #also yes this implies that most of his murderous urges are for Fetish Reasons™. thats the whole point of how i characterize him #hes the Penis Man™. the sex guy even

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meatbricks · 17 days

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I'm the one who still doesn't accept that Painter (Mona) is a woman- I still see her as a man 😭

#this is the reblog #🖌#urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #the painter urbanspook #so real of you op #i have some thoughts. about painter canonically being a woman. but i hesitate to post them because i dont wanna make the fandom mad LOL #despite that however you are in fact not the only one who thinks this way; i just cant see painter as a girl either #it just. does not fit into my brain synapse for some reason LMAO

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meatbricks · 17 days

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i think it would please you all to know that i have nightmares about this blog

#admin rambles #why is this blog in my dreams now. i hate it here #i dont even know if i wanna run this blog anymore KBSDHFBSJDFS

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meatbricks · 19 days

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How do you imagine Painter will do if he tried digital painting?

yknow? good question!!! thank you, anon!!

in all honesty i think it would take him a few tries to figure it out; like. enough tries for him to get at least a little bit frustrated about it, but once he figures it out i think he'd be pretty good at it!

he'd probably still prefer traditional painting though, just because it allows him to automatically have a physical copy of his work

#this is the answer (ooc)#this is the answer #this is the writing #these are the headcanons #🖌#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror

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meatbricks · 25 days

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okay FINE i'll start posting here again(/silly)

have this dumbass doodle of the goobers

warning(s): nsft (painter is naked. his weener is out), uhhh. poorly drawn chest hair

i wonder what he's talking about...

#this is the art #this is the nsft #🖌#🪓#🖌🪓#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #i dont remember what spawned this image. i think i just wanted to draw them one day #and i drew this #also. i couldnt tell you why painter is naked either. he's just a little silly like that i suppose #anyways. what IS bro waffling about? what are they discussing.#there are no wrong answers to this question

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meatbricks · 25 days

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Wanted to quickly doodle bruteforce and the painter keeping Y/N on a leash. (Not me going though your blog for urban spook drawing ideas) I lost my stylus so it will be traditional... for now

OH MY GOD CHAT IS THIS REAL?????????/vpos

seriously in all honesty im going insane thank you so much for this art!!!! :'DDDDD im flattered that my blog inspires you to draw stuff, especially since i'm a huge fan of your work (and just your blog in general KSJDHKBHFDS you seem very epic and swagful ^^)

#this is the answer (ooc)#this is the answer #this is the art #x reader #🖌#🪓#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #i am once again asking everyone to go follow this guy right now #if this doesnt convince you idk what will KSJDHFHSHFBS #im sill going bonkers btw... my first fanart!!! :'DDDDDD #hoping and praying that there will be more; this is so freakin epic/ref

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meatbricks · 25 days

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https://youtu.be/44IN6xwClj4?si=-b1ZgTplmEbfhCvh Bruteforce, Painter and Y/N play Gartic phone

i have seen the entire livestream that these clips came from several times and i can confirm, this is them

#this is the answer (ooc)#this is the answer #these are the headcanons #this is the shitpost #x reader #🖌#🪓#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #hey gamers im back from my 3000 year hiatus #also HIII HELLO!!! BELOVED MUTUAL!!!!!!! VERY EPIC AND SWAGFUL FRIEND!!!#everyone go follow this guy right now he is so cool

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meatbricks · 1 month

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End me :D !!! XD

#this is the reblog #this is the art #🖌#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #the ultimate virgin with rage....#the most true and honest if you will

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meatbricks · 2 months

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hey gamers, sorry i've been gone for a little while; i've been having some medical troubles and haven't felt much like doing anything productive for the past week, so until further notice i'll probably be a little inactive :') for anyone worried, it's nothing serious/life-threatening, just a really nasty bacterial infection

to tide you over until i come back, though, have this funny little doodle of painter i did a while ago!!

(girls do not, in fact, <3 his autism swag)

#admin rambles #this is the art #this is the shitpost #🖌#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #this is a reference to a thing my friend sent me over discord btw #if you know you know. and i know you're gonna see this LMAO #again sorry i've been gone for so long. im just goin through it :')#i'll be back soon though i hope

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meatbricks · 2 months

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Saw the last drawing post and was wondering if we can see what painter’s bio parents looked like in drawing form? (*^ω^*)

sure thing, anon!! thank you for the question!! :)

man, painter sure has good genes, doesn't he

#this is the answer (ooc)#this is the answer #these are the headcanons #this is the art #not putting this in the main tags because lol #anyways painters mom looks really familiar but i cant figure out who i accidentally drew here #someone will remind me im sure #anyways. funny :)#also i know her hands look weird. i couldnt be bothered to fix it LMAO

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meatbricks · 2 months

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#this is the reblog #this is the shitpost #🪓#(technically LOL)#was confused on what to tag this as #and i consider this type of ''reblog if [xyz]'' kind of post to be meme adjacent #but anyways. surprise motherfucker

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meatbricks · 2 months

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drew some silly art while listening to silly music :)

warning(s): nsft, gore, uhhh. very very edgy, like. more than usual for this blog

"I AM SO PRETTY AND WITHDRAWN."

#this is the art #this is the nsft #🖌#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #wanted to try a different style of shading and also uhh. color palette shenanigans #technically i've drawn him with this palette once actually #but that was more of a sketch than anything #also i know the blood isn't shaded like the rest of him is. its on purpose.#luminescent blood mfers #also the text & caption are lyrics from ''diary of a dope fiend'' by marilyn manson #listened to it for the first time tonight and googled the lyrics and the spoken intro IMMEDIATELY reminded me of painter #and before anyone asks. tragically there is no alternate version without the funny box :')#but maybe i could make one if anyone wants one!! :3

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meatbricks · 2 months

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Do you have any voice headcanons for the lads?

howdy, anon!! thanks for the question!!

we've actually heard their voices canonically (yes, both of them; iirc urban mentioned somewhere that both of them have voicelines, and you can just barely make out bruteforce speaking in MEAT as mentioned in my analysis post), but i do actually have separate voice headcanons for them because. as you may have guessed by now, this blog doesn't exactly follow canon—

i also already made a few posts about painter's voice, as seen here and here, and that's. basically all i have for headcanons abt his voice.. tl;dr, hes billy lenz but a little more soft-spoken and with a slight stutter LMAO

as for bruteforce though?? uhhh i don't exactly have a specific voice claim for him? at least not really a confident voice claim (yet).. all i really know for certain is that his voice is relatively deep (at least compared to painter's voice it is), uhhh. kind of. rough? i guess? idk how to describe what im thinking of exactly besides that— annnd he also has a very slight new york-italian accent (probably because of his dad & extended family LOL).. the closest thing i can think of to a voice claim is the girl from this video except if she was a guy—

#this is the answer (ooc)#this is the answer #these are the headcanons #this is the writing #🖌#🪓#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #my second choice for a bruteforce voiceclaim would be fizz from helluva boss except slightly deeper #but i dunno how my general fanbase feels abt the hellaverse LOL #to clarify im not into viv as a person at all. she sucks. i just enjoy hb in sort of a ''so bad its good'' way #anyways. hehe funny murder men

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meatbricks · 2 months

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bruteforce and painter go on a road trip

https://youtu.be/Lm-7h9IpY94?si=DvlPW86Gme2FHxsF

so real.. they don't even know where they're going, they're just aimlessly driving

#this is the answer #this is the answer (ooc)#this is the shitpost #🖌#🪓#🖌🪓#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #i like how every time one of these is sent in its ALWAYS joel & mike #thats them now. the collective has decided

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meatbricks · 2 months

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Alr blu made a request that's gonna be special for you (thank me later /j)

Give us some hardcore violence. Let painter, femboy and brute go WILD. Let them do anything violent you want. Let ur imagination free.

BLU MY BELOVED(/platonic)!!!!!!!!! thank you for the request!!! i had a ton of fun with this one; i got to write a concept that's been in my head for a really long time, and i'm really proud of how it turned out (even if the execution of it (no pun intended) is a little brief :'D)

anyways!!!!! :)

warning(s): betrayal, reader dies, implied manipulation, verbal abuse, canon-typical violence, graphic gore, slut-shaming(?), uhhhh. a daily reminder that the guys are, in fact, terrible people

fic is under the cut!!

Tears streamed down your face as you looked around you. You recognized this place. You'd been here before, in this cold concrete room with the power tools and knives and syringes on the floor. You'd been here, but never like this. Never in this position. Never leaning against this wall, sitting down with your knees tucked to your chest and your arms shackled to the floor. Never in the manner you'd seen so many others, all of whom were to meet the same fate: death. This had to have been a mistake. Some sort of prank, perhaps. The two men you lived with were, after all, quite unpredictable. Maybe they just found this sort of thing funny, and they'd come down any minute to free you and take you back upstairs with them, and you could live your life like before. Like you'd never woken up here. Like none of what you were feeling right now had ever been known to your mind.

They did come down, of course, but things wouldn't turn out as you hoped.

You could hear the door open and their footsteps on the stairs as they descended towards you. They sounded the same as usual, you were sure of that, but something about their arrival didn't feel as it typically did. It felt... tenser. Colder, almost. None of the warm familiarity they evoked in you was present in the sound of their approach anymore, and was instead replaced with something indescribable to you. Perhaps not truly indescribable, you mused, but quite possibly something you didn't want to think about. Indescribable, if only in the sense that you didn't want to believe it was true. This couldn't happen to you! They were your friends, weren't they? You were one of them now. There was nothing to worry about. They'd made it apparent from the day you began living with them; hell, the day you began corresponding with them at all. They weren't a threat to you... right?

"Fucking finally, we're getting rid of this dipshit," came a voice from the stairwell that shattered your hopes of this merely being a practical joke. "Took you long enough to decide on it."

"I'd already decided when we picked him," another familiar voice retorted, "I just wanted to see what he could offer, considering his eagerness to join us..."

"Pshh, yeah, and look how that turned out for you..." The first voice snickered, prompting a scoff from the second.

"Well, either way, I got what I wanted from him. It doesn't matter now... what matters, is that he doesn't leave here."

"That's obvious."

The two fell silent as they reached the bottom of the stairs and walked towards you, and your worst fears had been confirmed: the men whom you thought would spend the rest of your life with you had come to kill you. They towered over you as you sat, hunched over your own legs, against the wall, and they looked down at you with something in their eyes that you just couldn't place. Something in between disdain, relief, and indifference. Either way, it was nothing that you were used to. It only made your tears flow even more freely down your face, and the task of making sure that your crying was inaudible more daunting.

"What a shame..." the skinnier of the two, Painter, placed his hand on top of your head, smiling condescendingly down at you as you looked back up at him with wet, desperate eyes. "...and to think he had so much potential."

"...And he threw it all away for what?!" The larger one, Bruteforce, inquired loudly before answering his own rhetorical question. "A prime opportunity to be a whore!"

"Oh, how tragic... they were beautiful, some of the things he did..." Painter's voice took on an almost dramatic twinge as he seemed to reminisce about the time he and his accomplice spent with you. "And yet here he is. Proving himself to be nothing more than... this."

He leaned down on one knee in front of you, now at level with your crying face. You gazed into his void eyes, eyes that you'd grown so accustomed to. All the while, his condescending grin never left his face.

"You were never really fit to be like us, were you?" He proposed the question softly, lifting a hand to wipe some of your tears. "No... of course not. You just wanted to feel loved... cared for... you wanted the attention of someone special..."

His words, his intonation, how he looked at you... it all just made your sorrow stronger. You and he both knew that he was right. In hindsight, you figured that you should've known all the time he spent with you was simply a way for him to get into your head. All he wanted this whole time was to reach into your psyche, and find out what he could use to torment you. It worked horribly well, and you hated to admit it, but your face and the quiet whimpering noise that you involuntarily emitted told him everything he needed to know (at least, in that moment).

"Oh, sweetie... lovely..." he leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead, before lifting your chin with his finger and looking you directly in the eyes as he smiled even wider. "You're about to find out just how special we are."

Without another word, he stood back up; and as if on cue, the sound of a drill revving made itself known to you from across the room. Your heart dropped. If what had already happened didn't confirm what you feared entirely, then this certainly did. Pushing yourself as far back as possible against the wall, you could no longer control your sobbing. This couldn't be happening... but it was. It was, and now it was right in front of you, playing out with no indicator whatsoever that it would stop for any reason at all. This scenario wasn't just a nightmare anymore. It wasn't just an intrusive thought at the back of your mind, ready to pounce on you as soon as you were at your most vulnerable. It wasn't just an anxiety that someone would inevitably comfort you from. No, this was real now. Your death was real, and it was fast approaching.

It hurt even more that it would be the former object of your affection who would do the honors. As you watched the tall, heavyset man walk towards you with his power drill in hand, your heart ached and you recalled how many times you'd seen him do this before, with others. How many times you've admired how he moved, how he killed. How you adored him, and had done nothing besides that. How you cherished him. How you loved him. You loved him, so.

The worst of it all was that, even as he was to act as your executioner, you still did.

"Please..." you let the words fall from your lips. It didn't matter anymore, you figured. "Please... I love you..."

"Oh, sure," he responded apathetically, aiming the drill at the side of your head. "If you really love me, you'll stay still."

All you could hear now was the drill activating yet again, and a horrifically loud cracking noise as it pierced your skull. Fragments of bone and blood and brain matter ejected themselves from the freshly-opened wound, freeing themselves from their places on your body as you screamed louder than ever before. The drill bit stopped just short of your brain, however, and was pulled out before being promptly relocated to another intact space on your scalp. Your vision swam and spotted, blood sluicing from the hole in your head as you cried and babbled; words that you couldn't even understand yourself anymore. You weren't even sure that they were words. All you knew is that your head hurt. It hurt bad, and it was about to hurt even worse.

By the time the process was over, you had upwards of 20 holes in your head. Blood gushed from all of them, and you were just barely clinging to your final threads of life. You could no longer see, or speak coherently at all. You could hear, though, and what you heard was merely absentminded groaning (presumably coming from yourself) and the activation of another tool; a circular saw, buzzing loudly right next to your head. You did your best to scream as it pierced through your skull, carefully cutting through your forehead, around, and then back again, until it was over. The saw clicked off, and you could hear yourself groaning again. Something was lifted off of your head.

Everything went silent.

You no longer felt.

Before you were two men, gazing at your corpse. Your brain laid on the floor, and the top of your head had been shaved and glued back on. The space between your ears was filled with rock salt. The two were silent, unmoving. One of them walked over to something covered with a white sheet.

Beneath the white sheet was an easel with a canvas affixed to it.

#this is the answer (ooc)#this is the answer #this is the writing #this is the fanfic #x reader #🖌#🪓#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #this is the meanest thing i've ever written LMAOOO #honest to god for a little bit when it got to the physical violence part i didnt wanna keep writing #i wanted to end it at the part where bruteforce tells reader to stfu and stay still LOL #but nonetheless. i persevered #god im just. so happy i got to write about this specific body horror concept :'D #thank you so much blu you're so based for this

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meatbricks · 2 months

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Could I perhaps have a fic request (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Painter stalking dear reader, solo. Sneaking through a window while reader sleeps, touching them and himself. (You can throw the Brute boy in there too if you'd like ♥️♥️♥️)

HELLOOO ANON!! yes, you may have a fic request!! <3

warning(s): nsft, non-con, groping, somnophilia, mentioned canon-typical violence, imminent kidnapping, uhhhh. bruteforce doing absolutely nothing but still being there for some reason

fic is under the cut!!

This time, it was just him and you.

His accomplice chose to stay outside, keeping watch for anyone who might walk by. At least, that's what he said he'd do. It was mildly disappointing to him; after all, he'd have loved to see what his partner in crime could come up with in terms of things to do to you, but that would wait for another time. Another time, that he was certain would come. His certainty came from a place of familiarity, familiarity with what was to happen that night. He would climb through the window and finally get a taste of what you had to offer him, what you had that he could make his own in that special way he always did. Once you woke up, the man waiting outside would enter and apprehend you.

Tonight was the night that you were to be taken.

As he finally landed on the soft, carpeted floor of your bedroom, his attention was instantaneously drawn to your peaceful, sleeping form. You lay so serenely, the room so quiet that he could just barely hear your quiet breathing. He wondered what you dreamed about as he slowly approached you, wondered if you knew what was to happen. Of course you didn't, he reckoned; if you did, you'd have at least locked your windows. Or would you have? Perhaps you knew and you wanted this, wanted to be snatched up and taken away by someone like him... the thought made his heart skip a beat. If that were the case, it would make things so much more interesting. As he reached your bedside, he could feel his knees begin to weaken and his hands begin to shake. He was right there. Right next to you, in position to do whatever he wanted to you... but he hesitated. He wanted to savor this moment. This night, on which he'd finally touch you. On which he'd finally make his presence known to you, his presence that you would suffer magnificently through for the short remainder of your wonderful little life. You would know him, the man gazing lustfully down at your unconscious body.

For the very first time, you'd come face-to-face with the last man you'll ever see.

That thought broke him out of his enamored trance. Shakily, he moved his hand up to the top of your blanket, carefully moving it aside as to not wake you. He figured that the fabric's removal wouldn't cause you to stir; it was already a warm night as it was (in Louisiana, no less!), and so he pulled it back and gazed upon, to his delight, your scantily-clad form. After placing the fabric down, he took a moment to simply look. He'd already spent long enough pondering how soundly you slept, but he'd never seen you like this before. So much of your bare skin, exposed to the world, exposed to him... he couldn't help but reach out and brush his hand against your stomach. So smooth... so soft. He imagined how easy it would be to cut through the flesh, how satisfying it would feel to pull it back and expose the tender, red meat inside, the noises you would make, how you would squirm and plead for your life... He found himself breathing even harder at the idea, his loins growing hotter by the second as endless possibilities regarding your horrific torture flashed in his mind. Just touching you here wasn't enough. He couldn't help himself anymore.

His hand traveled lower down, until it settled past the waistband of your underwear, right between your legs. Gently, he rubbed you, feeling you heat up under his touch just as he had from the thought of brutalizing you. It made him smile. No matter the circumstances, the human body was always receptive to this manner of touch. The mind could cry, scream, beg, threaten, anything it so desired, and yet the body would always respond the same. It fascinated him. It excited him. He couldn't wait to see what other things he could make your body do akin to this, how far he could push this automatic response. What, if anything, would stop it from happening? Were there any circumstances dire enough that the body would fail to deliver in such a way? He was eager to find out. He was eager to see what you looked like there, without any of your clothes, legs spread wide and completely exposed. As he continued to masturbate you, and your body urged him on, he couldn't help but slip his other hand down his own pants.

He couldn't get hard. At least, not very easily. He knew that. Despite it, however, he could feel his sex ache to be touched, to be rubbed like yours was. He gladly obliged it, taking it into his hand and sliding his foreskin back and forth as he watched his other hand molest you. He imagined what it would be like to rub himself on you, your crotch on his, responding to each other's touch in the same way you both responded to that of his hands... he imagined making you cum, just from that; he imagined cumming on you, both of you becoming sticky with evidence of what you'd done. That delectable stickiness was something he was far too familiar with, a high that he chased quite often. The feeling of being covered, stained with the fluids of both himself and another, unable to hide what had been done to him, what he'd done himself, how he'd enjoyed every second of it... to him, there truly was nothing like it. No other experience could ever compare to that post-coital afterglow, and he wanted desperately to share such a thing with you. He could see it like a film in his mind, its reel playing out your final moments: bleeding out, horribly maimed, with him in between your legs, rubbing up on you and ensuring that the last moments you spent on this earth were pleasurable. Involuntarily, instinctively, your hips thrusted upwards, pressing yourself into him as he bid you the fondest of farewells.

Both in his mind and in the waking world simultaneously, he climaxed.

The high only lasted for a few moments, but those few moments were utterly blissful. His fantasy of you collapsed underneath him, cold and lifeless at long last; and as he came down from his high, he decided that finishing you could come later that night, once he'd gotten you home.

As he took his hand away, you began to stir.

The first thing you saw upon regaining your vision was a strange man motioning at something outside your bedroom window to come inside.

#this is the answer (ooc)#this is the answer #this is the writing #this is the fanfic #x reader #🖌#🪓#this is the nsft #urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #it took me a while to figure out how to write this without having to do the third-person ''y/n'' thing or use specific pronouns #since i like to keep the readers name/pronouns/gender vague #and i know i could just use ''they'' but like. not everyone feels comfortable with being referred to by they/them #so yknow #but i managed to do it and i gotta say. im kinda proud of this :)

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