#I'm gonna vomit and piss my pants and cry

[mrs-bluemarine]

THERE IS HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING I'VE GONE THROUGH MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS LED UP TO THIS POINT

IT'S EVEN GOT THE PARKER LEGACY HE'S HERE AND HE'S BEAUTIFUL I COULD CRY TEARS OF JOY IF I WASN'T SO EXHAUSTED

[thatharringrovehoe]

I'm thinking of an AU where Billy wasn't involved in the shenanigans/horrors of season three at all. He worked at the pool, picked up extra shifts ever since Heather stopped showing up, went to scoops every chance he got just to see Steve Harrington's fat ass in those tiny shorts. He has a night off for once and decides to go and see that new sci-fi movie playing at the mall. Near the end he swears he can hear Harrington laughing like a lunatic with some girl down in the front row, but when the movie ends Billy doesn't see him in the que to leave, just the girl he works with huddled around a bucket of popcorn and giggling to herself while she wanders towards the water fountain. He needs to piss, so Billy makes his way to the bathroom, stopping short outside the entrance when the sound of someone wretching up what must be all of their internal organs filters through the door. He debates just going home, but he actually *really* has to go. So.

Billy pushes open the door, ignoring the painful vomiting sounds three doors down and takes care of business. It's not until he saunters up to wash his hands that he notices a pair of very familiar Nike's sticking out across the floor. And there sits Harrington, hugging the toilet like a lifeline and panting into the crook of his elbow.

"Harrington? Shit, you alright?"

And normally he'd poke fun. Pretty boy is obviously on something, evident by his blown out pupils and glassy stare. But he's also sweating buckets and shaking, tears and snot running down his face. And Jesus ever loving *fuck*, whoever worked over pretty boy's face wasn't pulling any punches.

Steve squints, eyes traveling slowly from Billy's boots up to his face. He smiles, dopey and high and Billy winces at how it pulls the purple black swelling of his cheek.

"Yeah, I feel way better now."

Which. *Okaaaaay*.

"I'll bet. What the fuck happened to your face?"

"I was integrated-..inter...interror-...I was tortured by Russian spies"

Billy snorts, amused despite himself.

"Oh yeah? That why you weren't at the counter today, sailor?"

Steve scrunches up his nose, and damn, Billy's gunna have to ask Harrington what he took when he's a bit more sober. It's some potent stuff if he's not even flinching moving an obviously broken nose like that.

"You know my shift schedule?"

*Shit*. Billy feels the tips of his ears go hot. Clearing his throat awkwardly as he glances down at his boots.

Time to change the subject.

"Why were you being *interrogated* by Russian spies, pretty boy?"

Steve sucks his teeth.

"Cuz the monsters came back and Robin cracked Dustin's code and then we went under the mall in an elevator to a secret Russian Army base and got caught and then they beat me up and shot me and Robin up with truth syrup and-...umm....I think that's it."

Billy blinks.

Once.

Twice.

And. *Huh*.

"That right?"

Steve nods, swaying dangerously forward before catching himself on the stall doorway.

Whatever he's on, Steve obviously *believes* what he's saying. There might even be something to that 'truth serum' element considering how he's answered all of Billy's questions so easily. And Billy never once in his life claimed to be a good person.

"Why were you with my sister at the Byers' house last winter?"

Steve's head shoots up, eyes wide as saucers and for one horrifying moment Billy's sure the guy is going to start crying. Thankfully he doesn't, just slumps even heavier against the toilet with a sigh.

"Because there are monsters in the dark. And I was supposed to protect them. I *had* to protect them. Hopper said to *stay*. And then you showed up and Max said you were gonna kill her and I was supposed to keep them *safe*"

Billy tries to parse through whatever make believe bullshit Steve is spouting before getting caught on the whole *killing his sister* part.

"What, and you believed her?"

Steve gives him a considering look. Barring the rest of *whatever the fuck* Steve is talking about, Billy isn't sure he wants to hear the answer the guy is obviously mulling over.

Finally, he settles on "I don't anymore", and something sharp and hurt in Billy's chest settles.

"Hmm. Alright. If you've been *shot up with truth syrup*" Billy huffs a laugh "tell me a secret. Something you specifically don't want me to know."

Again, Billy's never claimed to be a good person.

Somewhere under all that blood and bruising, Billy thinks he sees a flush creep up Harrington's neck.

*Jackpot*

"I'm the one who keeps stealing your photo from the pool corkboard"

He-..

Wait

What?

"That's-. Uh. Not what I thought you were gonna say."

Steve shrugs, embarrassed and looking anywhere but Billy. And Billy *has to know*. Has to ask.

"Why?"

Harrington looks up at him, not a trace of a lie in his eyes.

"Cuz every time I go to the pool to ask you on a date I chicken out."

Billy can't feel his fucking *face*. He has no idea what to say.

It's at this exact moment one of Max's nerd friends kicks down the bathroom door, holding Scoops girl by the shirt while Sinclair's little sister levels Billy with a challenging glare that has shame curling hot and acrid in his gut.

"STEVE! We've been looking *everywhere* for you! C'mon buddy, we have to get outta here before the Russian guys find us."

These hicks are fucking insane.

After helping Steve up to rinse out his mouth in the sink, Billy walks out of the bathroom with Harrington hanging off his shoulder when a bullet whizzes past his nose to embed itself in the cement wall.

Henderson is screaming "Shit, they found us!" while two men in black combat gear come charging up the escalator, armed to the teeth. They bark orders out in what is obviously Russian before a show car *flies through the air* and crushes them against the wall.

After Billy is introduced to a little girl with God damn *superpowers*, he's given a bare bones explanation while Steve plays with one of Billy's stray curls like it's the most interesting thing in the world. And monsters are real and there's a spider made of people out to get them and apparently Heather is possessed and all Billy can hear is

***Cuz every time I go to the pool to ask you on a date I chicken out***

[prentissluvr]

i dont have all of my sam thots and dean thoughts just yet but I had to send in this bc I completely forgot about meg! sam

and its a damn shame that we didn't see more of that bc it solidified my stance on being a sam girlie

we got at least 3 episodes of demon dean (i have not seen him yet i've only heard about it) but we got like less than half an hour with meg! sam and honestly we deserved more with him

meg! sam made me feel lots of things LOLL

(i wanted to be jo SO BAD in that episode LMAO)

now i need your thots on him please :p

KJDFSJL NO BECAUSE... NOOO I CANT thinking about the amount of meg!sam edits i've seen in the past few days. thinking about the one saved in my camera roll. thinking about throwing up pissing my pants projectile vomiting and passing the fuck out. i reiterate tho, i'm normal!! i'm so so so normal and i don't feel things about it!!!!!!!

i'm honestly still like borderline unsure about how nsfw i want to get on this blog, but uhhh i'm just gonna start typing and see where my dirty fucking mind takes me!

cw : highly suggestive!! no smut, but still absolutely no minors!! MDNI!! contains condescending/mean/possessed sam, but also sweet sam too <33. use of gendered terms, but it is gender inclusive to fem, masc, and gn as much as i could make it! horrible writing it's genuinely just me going feral :))

sooo basically for me the worst (best) part of meg!sam was his voice! it's so bad (never have i ever heard anything hotter in my life). IDK I DONT EVEN THINK I CAN FORM A COHERENT THOUGHT OVER THIS NOT GONNA LIE. uhm uhhh ummmm uhhhh uhmmmm.

so basically so basically, essentially, wwowowowowowowowifjhshf alright lets focus on one thing at a time.

we'll start with that goddamn voice of his. the way it goes from teasing, condescending to deeper, more gravelly and matter-of-fact and then back to condescending LIKE WHOO IM GONNA NEED TO TAKE A LAP. idk just thinking about his large hand on the back of your head, maybe tangled in your hair if the way you wear it allows for that, and his veiny forearm visible through your peripheral vision as he says "open up.. that's a girl" like he did to jo😭😭😭 (or he's says "thaaat's it" to keep things gender neutral, dragging out the "that's" for an extra second, that extra gravel in his condescending tone).

and while this is in possessed!sam context, he'd definitely say things like that normally, i do personally envision him to be less condescending and more sincere. either way, hot as fuck if you ask me. also this isn't meg!sam, but in season seven he says "good girl" and i do listen to that clip several times a day, i am so serious when i say that and i have no shame about it!! i have daddy issues so i do not care!!! so yeah he also says good girl/boy/whatever variation you enjoy best <3 uhmmm yeah but the main point is his hot as fuck voice, right next to your ear with his breath tickling you sensitive skin. especially with that whisper. oh god the whisper😭 and along with "that's a girl," there's atta girl and he'd use that one too so i'll go die in a hole :))) but yeah he genuinely thinks you're so good for him so expect that praise, whether you want it sweet or mean.

then we also have his facial expressions!! the smirk he uses to rile you up or that he flashes you, all mean and haughty because he knows he's getting to you. the fake pity too!! lord help me, once again the utterly fake pity just falls under that condescending persona that was so hot about meg!sam. i'm just gonna use photo evidence and you can imagine him looking at you like that!! enjoy!

last thing i have to say about meg!sam is manhandling!! ahahaahahahaahahah i'm normal and okay!! (this is a cry for help i need him so bad). um yeah while i hate the context of the manhandling of jo in the episode because it's crossing so many boundaries, i will still enjoy the fact that he is hot. so yeah! have fun thinking about sam whirling you around and pinning you between his chest and nearest surface, hand on your forehead to tilt your chin up and give him full access to the skin of your neck. his other hand is pinning your wrist to whatever surface is behind you, and your own free hand is tangled in his hair and he lays wet, desperate kisses all over your neck and collarbone. that's all hahahahaha :)))) feeling so sane right now!!

[jeardesus7]

Omfg Shigaraki x reader who can shrink themselves??? LETS GOOOO

Warnings:shrinking,non-con,kidnapping,bdsm, spit,piss,degrading,threat of dusting,drugging,choking,sexual harassment,crying,begging,stalking kind of, fingering,bondage,slapping,yandere behavior,rough sex,zero aftercare

I've been thinking about this for a while now, and have to share with all of you.

Picture it; You're a hero-in-training being interviewed on TV. The interviewer asks about your quirk, you answer, "my quirk can help me shrink things, people, and myself. It comes in handy when rescuing people who are pinned under large objects."

You willingly volunteer speaking about your quirk and what it can do, unknowing that Japan's most wanted villain was watching.

The interviewer asks you to demonstrate how your quirk works. The cameraman steps back a bit until your body is in full view, you show the viewers how you can shrink yourself.

Shigaraki is sitting behind the phone screen watching you get smaller, and smaller, and smaller. His cock twitches in his pants, growing painfully hard, thinking about how tight you can make that pussy. He has to have you.

After a long day of training, you're at the end of a street corner waiting for your Uber to get there. It's late, no one is around, You're alone. You thought.

You hear footsteps behind you, getting closer, and closer, until. They stop. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck. His hot breath mixed with the cold winter wind, sent shivers down your spine.

You're so much shorter in person. Perfect. He's so close, you can feel his crotch rubbing against your sweet ass. He puts his chin on your shoulder, and starts speaking into your ear.

"I saw you on TV the other day," he raises his arm up and wraps his fingers around your throat, "I'm a big fan of yours," he whispers again. This time, much more breathy. You shove his hand off of you just so he can slam his hand right back on, yanking you closer so your back is pressed up against his chest.

Right at that moment, you knew who this was. This wasn't just some creep, no. You were dealing with the country's number one villain on Japan's most wanted list.

"I could do much, much worse to you if I wanted, so I'm going to be patient with you," he muttered as he pressed his split and cracked lips against your ear kiss and licking it, now moving to your neck.

You can see headlights out of your peripheral, hopefully they'll help you.

It gets to the street corner and stops right in front of you. He shoves you to the car and opens the door, pushing you inside and gets in with you.

You look over to see him pull something out of the pocket of his hoodie. What is it? It's too dark to see. You can't see. Everything goes black. Whatever that was made you black out.

Waking up with a pounding headache, you feel something tight around your wrists and ankles. Your eyes fully open to a room unfamiliar to you. There is an antique lamp sitting on top of a dark wooden night stand. You look around and see what looks like a fuck-machine in the corner with a dildo attached to it.

Behind it was a full-length mirror that took up half of the wall.

You look around more and see a sofa with the silhouette of a man on it. while looking at him, you see that you're on top of a bed. Where'd your clothes go? Why are you naked? What's going on?

Your wrists are tied up and strapped to the bed posts at the end of the bed. So are your ankles.

The man gets up and comes closer so the light from the lamp shines on him. Your eyes widen as you see who it is. It's him. It's Shigaraki.

"Oh, you're awake. Perfect,"

You're so scared you feel like you're gonna vomit.

"You're so sexy when you're sleeping," he says, coming closer to you. He walks over to the edge of the bed and climbs on top of you.

"Not responding, huh?" He says reaching over to the side table and pulling stuff out of the drawer.

"Good, stay that way," he says, spitting on the dildo he pulled out of the drawer. You whine as he rubs his fingers up and down your wet folds and pushes his fingers into your slit.

He speaks again, "Your pussy is so fucking pretty baby. You're so wet for me," you squeak as he replaced his fingers with the rubbery item.

Violently slamming the dildo into your sweet pink cunt, you shrink yourself, or tried to at least. You shrink only to make yourself scream in pain. It's too big to shrink yourself on. If you shrink yourself any smaller, you'll burst!

Sure you were able to get your arms and ankles out from those knots but that didn't help much.

He was so much bigger and stronger than you.

He's violating your tight little hole so well with something that's not even the real thing, he stops.

You look up at him, wondering why he stopped; until you see why.

He's completely naked, and so fucking hot. His white fluffy hair brings out his eyes, which brings out his facial features and his scars. Who knew that a stone cold killer could have such a soft face.

Your eyes travel over his toned arms that could easily crush you without even trying.

And those abs, oh my fucking god his body is perfect.

You look down a little further. Your eyes widen seeing his fat, veiny cock.

You'll die if he puts that inside of you!

He does anyway. He rubs his cock up and down your slick folds before lining up his cock with your slit.

He pushes, but it doesn't go in. Even after he ruthlessly pounded into your pussy with that toy, you're still too tight. He tries again, but it doesn't go in. He tries again, pushing a bit harder. Finally, you gasp as he sheathes himself deep inside you.

Slapping your tits, he wraps his hand around your throat as he starts sloppily thrusting into you. He starts going faster, and faster, and faster, you don't even know how he was going so fast.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he's pounding into you, it's too much, the pleasure is too much. Tears start streaming down your face from how rough he's being.

I can see him saying degrading stuff like:

"Fucking slut, you're cunt is sucking me in so good. Is it too good? Is it too much for the little crybaby? Hmm?" He says as he mimics your cries and whimpers,

"You're so fucking pathetic. Open your mouth for me. Yeah, doesn't that taste good, huh? You like it when I spit in your mouth don't you? Oh fuck. My cute worthless little cum dump. Don't cum just yet,"

You're close, and he knows you are.

Tightening his fist around your throat, he slaps your cheek and spits on you as he takes your ability to walk for the next month, and says,

"You want me to put down my fifth finger huh? End your life in one of the slowest, most painful ways possible? Then beg me. Beg me not to turn your harlot body into dust,"

He threatens, making you beg and cry even more.

"it would be such a shame to have such a pretty face turned into ash," he hovers his finger closer and closer to your neck until he's so close that if he moved it again you would be over.

Begging him to spare your life, he laughs at your cries as he chokes you even harder.

He thinks it's so hot seeing you desperately trying to finish a single sentence but get interrupted by your moaning and whimpering.

You desperately beg him to let you cum while trying to hold back your orgasm.

"Not yet, little slut,"

At this point your sobbing for him to let you cum. You're really trying hard not too, your life depended on it.

He flips you over so you're on your stomach and ass is in the air. Showing no mercy to your body as he stuffs your pussy full of cock. He slaps your ass making you cum on his length.

He pulls you by your neck so your back is to his chest.

"yeah, cum all over your masters fat cock. My pretty fuck-toy,"

He presses his tongue into your mouth, sloppily making out with you while your trying not to black out from how hard he's squeezing your neck.

As his orgasm approaches, he playfully bites your tongue and spits in your mouth.

"take all my cum bitch slut," he says as he grinds his hips against your ass.

Spraying your insides with hot cum, Shigaraki let's go of your neck, letting out a small perverted giggle. You slump down onto the mattress, pissing all over Shigaraki's cock.

He pulls out, slapping your clit as his hot semen gushes out of you.

You twitch and shake from being handled so roughly, and Shigaraki just leaves you there on the bed to make you clean yourself up. Doesn't even bother to give you aftercare.

But don't worry, he'll be back later 😉