October goodie bag print and sticker

Hi guys! I have a sneak peek of the October goodie bag contents!

The theme of this month was "Poltergeist" where Filip dressed up as a ghost gets fucked by a real ghost~ I've started by sketching out some ideas:
 

Here's the finished piece that will end up in the goodie bags as a 4x6" print 👻

 I loved the idea of Filip playing with Ouija board for Halloween and getting to communicate with a really touch starved ghost ready for some action~

[TW: Supernatural/Horror Themes, Sexual Content, Dub-Con, Fear/Paralysis, Alcohol and Substance Use, Slight Body Horror]

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Do you know what you get for not following up with the friends' group chat? A lonely Halloween night that needs filling somehow. Filip always enjoyed the aesthetics of Halloween—late-night activities, horror movies, and candles that gave his little pyromaniac mind plenty of hazardous ideas.

This year, to keep himself entertained while everyone else was away, he ordered a board to "speak with the ghosts." To him, it was nothing more than a gimmick, a kids' toy with a bunch of creepy stories layered onto it over the years.

In the dim, flickering candlelight, which surely threatened to start a fire tonight, he donned a makeshift ghost costume. Two crude holes were cut in the fabric to let him see. He sat on the floor and began to skim through the instructions, though his dyslexic brain retained barely half of it.

“Never use it alo… bla bla bla, close it, dispose of it, not in your home… yadda yadda. Alright! Let’s go!” He took a final swig of his beer and began the séance.

With both hands on the planchette, Filip stared at the board, trying to recall every movie he’d seen that used one of these things.
“If there’s anyone here who wants to talk… I’m super bored and have a spare beer,” he muttered, moving the planchette around, hoping to feel something. Nothing.

“I’ve got beer and some weed…?” He wasn’t exactly eager to share, but if he were a ghost, he’d be tempted. He focused on the board, relaxing his muscles as if inviting some spirit to take control. Maybe part of him actually wanted this whole thing to be real.

“Okay, let’s try something different… Is there anyone here?” He figured asking yes-or-no questions might be more effective. Almost as if something were pulling his hands from the corner, swoosh, the planchette glided to “Yes,” etched on the board.

A cold wave ran through his body, leaving goosebumps under the sheet that covered him.
“Fuck,” he whispered breathlessly as his hands were pulled back to “Yes.”

“W-What?” Half-excited to be in contact with the otherworld, half-terrified by the possibilities, he swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing heart. Before his mind could grasp what was happening, the planchette moved again, gliding smoothly across the board as if guided by an unseen hand.

“C.” He mouthed the first letter, cold sweat running down his back.
“U.” The slow movement of the heart-shaped wood piece felt methodical, deliberate.
“M.” With the last letter, the pull vanished, leaving Filip bewildered.

“Cum?” His voice, barely audible, broke the chilly silence, amplifying his elevated, shallow breaths.

Then, his hands moved again, with deliberate patience. “Yes.”

“What the fuck?” His voice trembled in the faint candlelight. “You want me to… jack off?” The absurdity of the encounter tinged his voice with mocking disbelief.

The planchette moved sharply through the letters, C, U, M, as if in demand.

“Alright, alright, freak. Want to help…?” He threw a cheeky comment, hoping to muster a bit of courage.

Once again, the planchette slid to “Yes.”

He knew he shouldn’t take his hands off the board before ending the session, but how else was he supposed to do this? He lifted his right hand, thinking one wouldn’t hurt. Instantly, the air around him turned icy, a shivering fear mixing with the rattling cold that overtook him. Something was right behind him. He could feel Its freezing fingers penetrating the ghost-sheet, pressing against his bare skin, moving slowly up his chest to his neck.

“I’ve waited a long time for this, boy…” an airy, low voice whispered against his neck, stinging with cold. “With no one around, I’ll have you for as long as I want.”

Filip’s freezing body leaned away from the touch, but all he met was the icy wall of the ghost’s silhouette. He swallowed hard and glanced back, hoping to catch a glimpse. Its shape bent the space, filled with fog-like smoke, cold and shimmering. Before he could react, a cold hand moved down his chest, leaving a burning heat in its wake.

“Fhaa...” The sudden change in temperature knocked the breath out of him, and he glanced down at the faint outline of a hand traced under the sheet.

“I’ve watched you silently for years… I know what you like,” the voice, now more intense, rumbled as Its hand on Filip’s neck tightened slightly, enough to make him dizzy.

“I grew to fantasize about giving you everything… and taking what I want.” A cold bite landed on his neck, and out of reflex, he released the planchette to grab the ghostly forearm around his neck.

“We’re lucky, you and I…” the ghost continued. “This could only happen tonight, so let’s make it last…”

“You talk a lot.” Filip forced a labored smirk, taunting.

“And you pretend you don’t like it…” The ghost’s hand slid down to his erection, now hard from the thrill. “Is it fear, the cold… or something else?” Its whisper sent a ghostly vibration over Filip’s nape, Its head resting close behind his own.

“Should I be scared?” He smirked as the ghost’s hand toyed with him.

“You should be scared you’ll never feel this good with a human…” The mingling of cold ghostly touch and the heat throbbing through Filip’s body created a sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt, a mix of pain and pleasure that made him wonder if the ghost was right. Could this truly be unmatched by anyone else?

“I’ll definitely be alone next Halloween,” Filip gasped as the ghost released his neck, cupped his cheek, and turned his face to the side. A sharp bite stung his lip as the apparition’s other hand moved with steady precision, mirroring Filip’s own familiar technique a little too perfectly.

“Nhh…” He inhaled sharply through his teeth, surprised. Just a bit harder, and his lip might bleed.

“I want to hear you moan,” the ghost whispered against his lips, Its cold tongue pressing softly on his lower lip.

“Make me…”  He wanted to bite Itback but the faint outline of the ghost’s face moved back and to the side, teeth dug into Filip’s shoulder. biting with just enough force to contrast the pleasure.

Its fingers slipped around his neck, grabbed and pushed him forward, positioning him against the bed. Filip’s knees scraped the floor under the weight of the ghost, Its thigh pressing between his legs, pinning him in place. The board and planchette got forced aside, unnoticed, under the bed.

“You’re mine now,” the ghost’s voice, a domineering growl, filled his mind as he braced against the bed. A firm grip tugged his head to the side, and he looked up to see the ghost’s faint, towering silhouette behind him. Its muscular form was barely visible, but the strength was palpable.

Half the sheet slipped off his face as he exposed himself to the Presence, leaning back into the ghost’s hold.

“You came here to take, too… didn’t you?” With a daring smile, he invited it closer, his tongue teasing the corner of his lips.

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With the main idea down I played around with the sticker idea.

 
And here's a mock-up of the partially transparent sticker that will be added to the goodie bags!

 
Can't wait to send them out by the middle of November 🙌🔥