#i didn't think i'd ever be fucking done with this piece

[tooscaredtodraw]

thank you @deepfrieddaddy for your love and for fuelling the hughlander brain rot 💖

[billysgun]

jealously

billy the kid x cowgirl!reader |during a party for the house, you catch girls flirting with billy and can't stand it, little do you know, billy feels the same way when he finds you talking to one of the members|

you suck your gums once more as you rest the rim of the cup on your chin, swaying as you stare daggers at the girl who won't leave billy fucking alone

first, out of nowhere in the street, then at poker, and now at this stupid fucking party.

Mrs. Riley dared to doe her eyes and flutter her lashes as billy shifted uncomfortably

"you're very good-looking, billy..can we go somewhere?"

billys eyes drift to yours and you can't take it anymore as you turn down the hallway

you arent together, you aren't exclusive, and you've never talked about being something more..things just happened and clothes were forgotten about as mindless kissing turned into nightly fucking.

you downed another whiskey as the house chattered, dying to distract yourself as your gang drunkenly laughed by the make-shift bar and you decide to join them

as your head tilts back to slam more shots than you can count, you feel a hand rub your hip.

"now I think that's enough for you, cowgirl!" Jesse cheers, and you roll your eyes, hand swiping for the whiskey he stole from you while you stumble back, subconsciously hoping that was a different hand on your hip...

you drink and cheer with your gang as you sway deeper into the night deciding to forget about your troubles

"Y/n can I talk to you?" you barely hear his voice from the yelling around you, but you turn to see billy with a solemn expression

"you can talk right here" you tell him, reaching for another drink but billy softly grabs your hand

"nah, not right here..." he mumbles, you turn and he's about to lead you down the hallway when Jesse snatches your arm

"hey man, what's your issue?" Jesse questions, feeding you more liquor but billy slaps the glass away from you

"why don't you let go of her fuckin' arm?" he asks, protectively standing in front of you once Jesse lets his hand fall

"didn't know shit was like that, man" he says with his palms out, you suddenly sober up as the entire situation hit you and you're dragging billy to the nearest bathroom to fucking scream

you slam the door but it's barely audible from the music yelling outside, you turn to him as he stumbles toward you

"what the fuck was that?"

billy looks confused as you practically shake with anger

"those men out there just lost the little respect they had for me" you feel your insides boil as he starts to understand

"no one saw" he shakes his head and you push his chest

"what? no one has fuckin' mouths anymore? now I'm your little fuckin' thing to screw" your entire body is hot as you scream at him, he doesn't meet your eyes as he seems pissed himself

"then why you lettin' his hand roam all over you?" he spits you feel your chest cave in

"are you seriously gonna call me a whore for a hand on the hip? really billy?" you say through gritted teeth, he reaches for you but you move away

"no, no that's not what I meant" he quickly corrects himself but you're done with him, thinking maybe he saw you as something more than just a slut

you open the door but he shuts it before you can leave, you turn and see he's only a few inches away

"I'd never think that about you...ever" he whispers, sincerity all over his tongue as his eyes almost water with honesty and you take a lip in before you admit something yourself

"I thought it was you" you mumbled, you watched his brows furrow and you quickly added,

"I thought you were grabbin' on me...when I saw it was Jesse I backed up."

"shit...I'm sorry...that's all I saw until she pulled me away-"

you interrupt him with a scoff, knowing immediately that she was Irene

"I can't stand that woman, callin' you an outlaw like it's some sexy shit. fuckin' piece of work." you look up to see billy laughing at you

"what?" you feel your face glow as he cups one of your cheeks,

"are you jealous of her?" he asks, a cocky smile on his lips as you scoff once more

"you were jealous of a hand"

"hey, that hand didn't have a ring on it!" he quickly defends

"yeah, well after that outburst the whole town probably knows we're screwin'" you mumble

"maybe that's a good thing" billy adds, you stare up at him as he brushes your lower lip

"I want people to know you're mine and I'm yours" he whispers, you feel your heart quicken as the air around you stills

"...I want that too, billy" you barely mumble out as he dips down to kiss you softly

you can't stop smiling as his lips sweetly lap over yours, knowing that sneaking him into your room nightly wasn't just fucking, it was lovemaking.

an: ily guys so much! thank you thank you thank you for 400 followers!!! mwah!! <333

[cocklessboy]

I see a lot of people saying that gender-affirming health care like top surgery for trans people like myself should be freely available (which is correct), but one of the reasons they often give is that top surgery is very safe and has a very low rate of complications compared to other surgeries. And I often see transphobes clutching their pearls over the few people who do have complications. What about them?! What if you're one of the unlucky ones?! Should we really let those transes risk it??!!!

Setting aside the fact that no one raises such concerns over other types of surgery, I'd like to use myself as an example for anyone who needs one.

In May of 2022 I had top surgery (double mastectomy). The surgery was done by a gynecological surgeon, not a plastic surgeon, because that way my insurance would cover it.

The surgeon did his job and removed the breast tissue, but he did not make it look pretty. I have dog-ears at both ends of both scars (extra bits of skin that hang off in a very unappealing fashion), my chest still looks unnaturally flat with no muscle or fat despite a lot of working out, and one of the stitches didn't heal properly and was left as an open wound through "secondary healing" for several months before it finally healed over into a very large scab (and eventually a very large scar). My nipples are uneven and irregular and look... well, just awful, really. Due to bad genetic luck, I wound up with keloid scars which, instead of getting smaller and lighter over time, have instead expanded, becoming thicker and darker. Worst of all, I now have chronic nerve pain in my chest. My GP thinks the surgeon must have hit a nerve during the procedure, and now I have random sharp pains all over my chest even now, nearly ten months later. The pain might improve with time, or it might not.

I basically had almost every possible complication one can have from this surgery short of infection or death. Some of the aesthetics might be fixable with more surgery (though plastic surgery will be expensive). Some are probably permanent. I might never feel comfortable taking my shirt off in public again. I might have to tattoo over the scars.

And pay attention to this next bit, because it's the most important part of this whole post: I do not regret the surgery. Even with all the complications and the ugly state of my chest and the pain. If someone said they could push a button and make it so that the surgery never happened and I'd have a perfect, unmarred chest with C-cup breasts again, I would tell them to take their button and fuck right off. Because even with basically the worst of all possible outcomes, that surgery was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I don't feel good about taking my shirt off in front of people now. I do think my chest is ugly. But it's a male chest now. When I put on a t-shirt, it rests flat against my chest. No one will ever mistake me for a woman again. I'll never have to wear a bra or binder ever again.

The dysphoria I felt from having breasts was so severe that a hideously scarred chest and chronic pain are vastly preferable. The euphoria I feel when I look in the mirror with a shirt on is something I never knew I was capable of feeling.

And it's my fucking body, and it's up to me what I do with it. If I wanted to tattoo myself from head to toe, or file my teeth into fangs, or have a doctor break my legs and surgically implant extensions to make me taller, that's my right because it's my body. The fact that all those things are regarded as basically acceptable (if a little weird), but I had to have a dehumanizing interview with an old cis psychiatrist who hates trans people and wants us all sterilized just to get a piece of paper giving me permission to have my tits removed, is fucking absurd.

Top surgery (of any kind) is generally very safe, and complications are rare. But even with the worst outcome, a trans person will basically never regret it.

And frankly, if a cis woman wants her tits cut off, or a cis man wants a pair of boobs to play with on his own chest, more power to them because literally who gives a fuck what people do to their own bodies? I saw a dude on TV when I was a kid who'd tattooed his whole body to look like a cat, filed his teeth into fangs, and had loads of plastic surgery to surgically implant whiskers and make his face look more feline. It was weird! But literally no one said that should be banned because he might regret it. It's his body to do whatever weird shit he wants with.

The next time someone clutches their pearls and kicks and screams about how you can't let someone permanently alter their body in a way they might regret, feel free to point to me and my complete and utter lack of regret.

(Or have a little fun with it, go hard in the other direction, and say you absolutely agree, which is why we should ban ALL non-emergency surgeries until the patient has been FULLY evaluated by three psychiatrists - along with tattoos and piercings. Oh, and ballet lessons for anyone under the age of 25, since ballet changes the structure of a child's body FOREVER.)

[mariclerc]

Charles jealous and possessive please! SMUT

Thanks for this request, it's the first time I've done something like this, so I hope it's good!!

You belong to me | cl16 (+18)

Summary: Where having dinner with Charles ends up being more than just dinner.

Warning: A little smut, slightly swearing, possessive and dominant Charles, little fluff at the end.

a/n: It's my first full attempt at writing smut I think it's not a harsh smut but I hope you like it!! Let me know if you want part two of this!! (with less smut pls)

You and charles were in a pretty elegant restaurant, both of you had decided to go out to dinner since you hadn't done so in a long time due to your somewhat tight schedules, but every time you two go out it feels very special, as if it were the first time.

“This place is so lovely, Charles.” You say softly.

“Mm-hmm.” He says a little distracted.

You glance up to find him staring intensely across the room, you follow his gaze until you reach a group of men on a nearby table, their eyes occasionally flickering towards you, looking at you like you're a piece of fresh meat on the prowl. You, out of mere courtesy, give them a tiny but uncomfortable smile, but that only seems to intensify their stares on you. You feel a pang of discomfort and quickly look away. Charles notices this and his jaw clenches ever so slightly, he reaches across the table and takes your hand in his, his touch grounding you.

“They're staring a lot.” you murmur.

“Is that why you're tense?” he asks with a low voice, you nod. “Just ignore them.”

“Easy there, Charles. They're just looking a bit I think. And besides, I smiled awkwardly at them to get them to stop looking at me, but apparently it didn't work at all.”

“That's not just looking y/n, they look at you like you're fresh meat, like you're easy prey.” he says with his eyes narrowed.

He leans in closer, his voice barely a whisper.

“Besides, they wouldn't look if they knew who you belonged to, petite poupée.” (little doll)

His possessiveness sends a thrill through your body, a mixture of fear and excitement. You feel your cheeks flush once again, unable to meet his gaze. He's not usually this jealous or possessive of you, but when he does it's something that makes your legs weak.

“Wait... Are you jealous of them looking at me, Charles?” You ask him in a whisper.

He smiles flirtatiously as he flicks his tongue over his lip. “That question offends me, little princess... But let's say that I don't like when people look at what's mine.”

You are practically speechless at his words, which have a certain power over you in some way, you are one hundred percent sure that if you were somewhere else he would have already sat you on his lap to show everyone that you are his. The dinner continues in a comfortable silence, only interrupted by the sound of silverware and glasses clinking. His hand remains on yours, caressing your knuckles with such gentleness and dominance.

****

Later, you arrive home, the silence from the car ride spilling into the house. Charles unlocks the door and ushers you inside, he throws his jacket onto a chair and turns to you, his eyes burning with desire. He pulls your body close, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I don't like to sharing you, you know?” he whisper with his husky voice. “I don't like it when you smile at guys, I don't even like it when you talk to your guys friends to be honest.”

He started kissing the skin behind your ear, you felt a shiver go down your spine and you were starting to feel faint from his sexy smell.

“I swear, if you'd let another man kiss you or touch you the way I do... Oh god, I'd probably kill him out of rage.”

Charles grin widened, becoming more predatory as he spoke. “Just the thought of you kissing someone other than me, makes me see red.”

You turned your gaze a little but he spoke again. “Look at me when I'm talking to you. I want you to hear every single fucking word that I say. Don't look away babe.” He placed both his hands on your cheeks, pulling your face back towards him.

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his touch demanding and possessive. You melt into his embrace, the shyness melting away as his passion ignites a fire within you. His kisses trail down your neck, sending shivers down your spine causing you to let out a soft sigh. His kisses become urgent as you both get into the bedroom.

He gently lays you down on the bed, his desiring look never leaving yours. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows, adding to the intensity of the moment.

He continues to explore your body with his sloppy kisses, his hands trailing down your arms, sending tingles of excitement cascading through you. You respond to his touch, your own desires rising to the surface.

He leans in close, his voice a husky whisper. “Tell me what you need, bella. Show me how much you're mine.”

Your shyness is replaced by a newfound boldness, fueled by the heat of the moment and the possessiveness he exudes. You reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you, doing that action in response to his words.

His lips meet yours again in a kiss that speaks volumes, it's a kiss filled with possessive passion, but also a little bit of tenderness and a deep understanding of your unspoken desires. His hands explore every part of your body with a practiced ease, he knows how to make you feel alive, how to unleash the little fire that burns within you. You respond to his touch, your own hands roaming his body, taking in the warmth and strength that makes you feel safe and desired.

He slowly lowers your dress, taking the opportunity to look at you with passion and devotion. “Oh my god, you're so damn perfect.”

You blush at his words. “Thank you.” you say while blushing a little bit.

You stand up and your hands, slowly, unbutton his shirt, revealing his quite defined torso, the sight of you taking off his clothes one by one, in your delicate lingerie drives him completely crazy. He smiles when he sees you and, delicately, he picks you up in his arms and lays you down on the bed again, his hands exploring your body with a passion that sent shivers down your spine. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that made your head spin, his hands caressed your sides so gently, getting lost in your delicate and small silhouette, he takes his time, savoring every touch, exploring every inch of your skin with a reverence that ignites a passion within you.

“Why don't we make this interesting, hm?” He says in a low, dangerous voice. He walks over and grabs the tie you had previously taken off and climbs on top of you on the bed, placing his tie over your eyes and tying it from behind, then he gets out of bed to appreciate your silhouette.

You start to feel anxious because the sensation you should have on your skin should not be that of the AC, it should be his hands touching you, kissing you and caressing every part of you. He enjoys seeing you like that, desperate, silently asking, begging for him to touch you.

After what seemed like an eternity, he starts walking towards you again, you gasp when you feel his hands part your legs, he smiles cheekily, starts kissing your ankles, your legs and thighs, he does it very slowly, which makes you desperate but at the same time you love it that way. Until he reaches your core, pushing aside your underwear, he works there with his mouth and tongue, in a slow way which it makes you let out a slight sigh or two.

He separates from your core. “Could you make those little sounds a little bit louder? I want the neighbors to hear you, to know that I make you feel good.” he says in a husky whisper.

Then he inserts two fingers inside while he continues licking and subtly biting your clit, you let out perhaps the loudest moan that has ever come out of your mouth, you feel how he smiles against your clit because of your reaction, which was what he expected from you. He separates from your core once again and rises towards your mouth, he kisses you with fervor while he continues ramming his fingers into you, the sensations are exhilarating and so burning and you feel like you're going to melt into him.

In an unexpected move he places you on his lap as if you were a baby and you feel like a touch between his hand and your ass cheek.

“You're mine... totally mine.” He whispers as he spanks you again.

You let out a hoarse moan as his other hand continues to work on your core, you feel a lot of strange sensations in your body, lust, pleasure, and at the same time a little fear, since this is a version of Charles that you never imagined.

“Say my name dolly.” He asks rigidly.

He spanks once more as you feel in your core a wave of pleasure. “Cha... Charles.” you moan.

“Come for me dolly, I know you can do it.” He whispers while you again feel with much more intensity the wave of pleasure in your core and explodes making you moan again. “Just like that baby, did you see how good I make you feel? Do you think someone will make you feel as good as I do? I don't think so.” He whispered softly as he removed his tie from your eyes. “Lie down, don't think we're done princess.” He orders you and you do it instantly.

He takes off his boxers to reveal his big cock, Your cheeks blush and he moves closer to you to leave wet kisses on your neck. “Do you like what you see little princess?” you nod shyly “Well, it's all yours.” He says against your neck as he sucks on it making you moan. “Raise your arms little princess.” You do it as he says and tie your wrists with the tie.

His kisses go down to your breasts where his mouth enjoys playing with your nipples, licking and biting lightly, making you shiver, his mouth rises to yours again to kiss you while he aligns himself with your entrance, which he enters with a single push, making you let out a very loud moan. His thrusts were fast and at the same time slow, a combination that drove you crazy, but in a good way, his mouth passed between your mouth, your neck and your breasts, adding more arousal to the moment.

Your breaths were hurried and choppy, your moans and grunts the only thing audible in the room, there was something primal about how he made you feel, how he felt inside you.

“God, you're so tight for me baby.” he said in a hushed whisper in your ear, the sound of his voice makes you shiver with pleasure. “God, you'll make me come, shit.”

His thrusts became more constant and faster, his hands caressed your entire body reverently, his grunts and your moans became louder and louder until again, the wave of pleasure returned again to make you tremble under his body, his thrusts were already clumsy while your legs were shaking. One last thrust was enough for you two to come almost at the same time, he lay down next to you while you both caught your breath, he untied the tie from your wrists and, looking at the marks, he left some kisses on the area.

“Oh my god... Did I hurt you darling? Was I too aggressive?” He asks, his voice low and practically whispering.

You deny, shaking your head. “Just enough... I think.” you let out a little giggle. “But it was... Incredible? Yes, that is the word!”

He smiles. “Oh honey, sorry for being an idiot and getting jealous, it's just that...” He started to say but you gave him a small kiss.

“It doesn't matter, I already know that I am yours and that I belong to you, am I right?” you asked and he nods.

“Come little princess, let's clean you up, okay?” He says as he lifts you in his arms and takes you to the bathroom, where he delicately cleans you with a damp cloth and at the same time gives you kisses. “Hmm... “I think I overdid it with the kisses on the neck.” He said, seeing the slight purple hickey that was forming on your neck.

You smile. “At least people will know that I'm yours, or was that not the plan?”

“But of course it was bébé!” (baby)

He carries you again to go back to bed, tucks you in but not before looking for some water and some fruit for you.

“Open wide baby.” He says as you open your mouth to bite into the strawberry he is offering you. “Good girl, my pretty good girl.” After devouring the strawberry, he gives you some water to cool off after all that whirlwind of sensations that he provided you.

After both he and you ate fruit and drank water, you snuggled under the covers, enjoying the remaining warmth your bodies provided. He may not be the very jealous type of boyfriend, but when he is, oh god, he's a Pandora's box... Full of quite pleasant surprises.

[mysteriouswolf]

I'm going to start this off with saying it hurts. It fucking hurts. It hurts so, so much, and there's parts of me that still desperately want to look for a way out, to make him not the bad guy, but there isn't one.

Wilbur Soot is a fucking asshole. A piece of absolute trash, and it hurts. Because I've looked up to him for so many years now. He's been such an inspiration and comfort in my life, from dealing with issues I have myself, and giving me all the more reason to stay here. And now he's turned out to be like this. To anyone who's been following what I reblog about him, it's conflicting, because my thoughts seem to change by the minute. But I'm hoping in saying this I can clear my head and make a definite decision.

I will never be supporting Wilbur ever again. No matter how much better he gets, I don't care. What he did was unexcusable, and if you think otherwise, you can fuck off of my blog. His "apology" wasn't an apology, and for the most part all he did was defend himself. The responses from other content creators have pushed me to agree that yes, fuck Wilbur. He's an ass. I think I've stated this a couple times.

What he did to them, especially Niki and Tommy was inexcusable as well from what we know, and since Tommy is going on tour in about a week (if he's still going/up to it) PLEASE no one harass him with questions, or how he feels. Please, just leave him alone. I'm sure it's a lot to process for him too- even more than us.

I've seen some posts saying how we should be angry at other content creators for not speaking out sooner, but some of them have hinted at it/tried. And others haven't known enough, or didn't want to start causing something against him. The same reason Shelby didn't want to say his name. Maybe they couldn't. Please leave them alone.

The last thing I would like to say, is maybe controversial. If you disagree with me, I don't care, this is purely my opinion.

You can still enjoy his character. Your stories, your artwork, all that you've done with it. Don't feel bad about keeping it up, because that's yours now. You've worked so hard on it, and cared for that character so much that it's become far more yours than his. In regards to his music, I know his songs have provided a lot of us with comfort, including me. It's going to be really hard for me to stop listening to something I loved, but I'm going to make the effort- especially with his solo albums. Also, please don't harass the other members of Lovejoy. From what we know, they're lovely people, and if you're going to stop listening to them, great, do that, but don't harass them. Please. And if you do choose to listen to them, there's ways you can listen to music without supporting him- in my opinion covers are the best way to do that, but that one is up to you.

To wrap this up, I'd just like to say...please don't send death threats, or threats in general to anyone involved in this situation- including Wilbur. Leave them alone. Please.

This is subject to change if we get more information, but for now and the foreseeable future, this is my stance. I wish everyone hugs and comfort. This sucks. I'm sorry.

[lamentofabramo]

Can I get an NSFW alphabet for Tobias Rogers (ticci toby) 🫶

I've been doing a bigger piece, so I might as well do something smaller like this since it's been a good while since I've posted now. (oops)

I'm basing this less on the fandom vers of him, hopefully.

Didn't proofread this much. (edit: I feel bad that I didn't acknowledge the heart, so <3 of course you can doll)

MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Toby obviously is one of the more caring of the creepypasta's, of course that's a low bar, but he is considerably more human than some of them. He's still gruff and fairly untalkative after the deed, yet he'd offer some water before leaving if you were just a one-off/ casual fuck.

If you were his partner however, I'd imagine he'd be more caring, still untalkative and unaffectionate, but maybe he'd hold you or hold your hand in this. Of course, he'd blame this on being unable to properly feel what he's holding, but the slow decrease in his twitches as he holds you speaks a lot more than he ever will. He's not comfortable, but he feels slightly less stress in your presence, at least until he has to leave, his mind penetrated by the voice of the foreboding presence of the ever-taller man.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His own favourite body part would probably be his arms, he was a scrawny kid for most of his life, but you sure would start gaining muscle if you swung your axe at people who you considered worthy of it. There's probably also some scars across his arms that remind him of his life before. Of course, he'd hate that idea, but he still has some attachment to his sister, his mother, no matter how hard he may try to push it out of his head.

For his favourite part of his partners, I feel like it'd most likely be your waist. It's something for him to grab, to hold onto to remember you're real, that you're still alive against his better judgement.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) If you asked for it in a specific place, sure he'd do it if he was in a good mood. On your chest, ass, inside even. He'd risk it, he had nothing to truly lose anyway. But his favourite place would most likely be on your stomach, just the wet streaks across your stomach would do things for him. He's not sure why either, he wouldn't register that he does that almost every time unless you pointed it out to him.

If you did, he'd probably consider why for a second, his eyes widening in realization before shrugging. "Any better ideas?" he'd mumble, absently listening as he stroked himself. Toby would listen if you told him anywhere else, but… his eyes focused on that smooth surface.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He secretly wants to push the boundaries of his condition. He wants your hands around his neck, trying to choke him until it hurt. It was strange really, he had a high pain tolerance, yet he craved this pain. Maybe it was because he wanted to be normal, maybe not. He didn't want to think too hard on it, like many other things he just shrugged at the idea and continued with his life.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Toby was definitely not an experienced guy, even before the accident where he finally became 'free' (If you could say being slenderman's lackey was free) the most he'd done was hold hands with a girl in primary school.

He wouldn't be insecure with it however, he never viewed himself as a sexual being, the most he'd ever fucked was his fist on particularly rough nights. Sure, he'd had crushes on women, but when you become a serial killer you go one of two ways. A sex maniac or a complete recluse. Unfortunately, Toby became the latter.

However, since he had a less than regular childhood, he was never able to go through the same sexual awakenings as many of his peers. Instead, that most likely came later, so when he met you he was awkward, like a teenage boy. Most of his language is through grumbles and grunts anyway.

When he realized you were stuck in his head it all changed though, his sex drive increased massively. His poor hand.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying) Cowgirl probably rocks his world, he loves that intense eye contact that comes with it. The way he looks up at you through his fringe, his mouth slightly open as he pants and grunts, is a reward in itself. However, he would get impatient, his hips thrusting up to meet yours or his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down further on his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) If something was funny to him, then he'd smirk, like if you hid your body from him even though he was about to be deep inside of you.

When he gets further into the activity, he'd let out breathless laughs, sometimes blaming that on his tics. He couldn't help it, though, he loved the way you responded to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Toby probably doesn't care much about how groomed he is, sometimes he'll shave, but other than that he's got whatever going on.

He has a small happy-trail up to his belly button though, it shows when he raises his axe too high. It's a dark brown colour, just like his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) He's probably not particularly intimate, maybe some words here or there if he feels like it, but don't overestimate him too much. He probably came inside you before he kissed you.

His cheeks pinken slightly whenever you suggest kissing, but he quickly slouches and looks away with an almost childish pout to pretend as though he doesn't care.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Like I said in the earlier one, sure he jacked off every now and again, but it was more so a way to pass the time, to get some serotonin in his ever-pleasant life. But when he gets fixated on something, or rather in your case, someone, his sex drive spikes. He wants you in his hands, in his vice, it frustrates him, so he takes this frustration out on himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He's probably degrading, mixed with praise. He's basically up for anything. He's killed someone, I'm sure a weird kink won't kill him.

However, if he does think your kinks are unusual he will take the piss out of you for it, teasing, but he still takes part in it. Its fun.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do) Wherever you want, he's not arsed, really. Against a tree sounds the most fun.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) As cheesy as this sounds, you. Maybe some aggression on your side would get him going too, that mouth of yours was lethal sometimes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) Like I said before, he's practically up for anything. He might not be physically aggressive for you too much, though, it'd remind him of his past.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He's a munch, if he's in the mood enough, he could probably cum from giving you head. He'd deny that though, God that'd be embarrassing.

Not only that, but he'd receive too, no doubt, Toby would find it fun to just gently tug your head up and down on his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Toby would probably be slow but deep if he's teasing you. But if he's just fucking you, then it'd be fast, his hands pulling you down on his cock with faster speed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Hell yeah brother. Just give him the words, he might tease you for it, but he'd never say no (unless he's in a more depressive mood).

He'd love to fuck you in the back of his car too, or masky's car. Just for the hell of it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) He's a risky guy, but surprisingly, he wouldn't do anything that could get him potentially caught by the law. He's on the run for a reason, he's not willing to risk his freedom for a good fuck (sometimes).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) He'd probably like to overstimulate slightly, 2/3 rounds before he's clocked out and completely dry. He'd last an average enough time, 20 minutes normally.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Seeing your body twitch with something that isn't him would make him jealous. However, a little vibrator never hurt anyone. He'd tease you if you had any dildos or anything, though, asking pettily if he "wasn't enough" or that you were "stretching yourself out" for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Big tease, but he always fulfils your wants. It may take a while, though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) The only noise he really makes is grunting and whispers on how dirty you are. He's loud enough that you can hear him, but not loud enough for it to be a full-blown moan.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He does want to see how you'd look crying for him all bloodied up, most likely someone else's blood, but he's not picky. Maybe fucking you on top of a recently deceased.

But he'd never admit that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) An average to slightly bigger man, About 6.4 inches. Probably measured it one time when he was bored, and he hung onto the .4 for his ego.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Not too high unless you exist, then…as much as he can get his hands on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He doesn't sleep much after it, doesn't feel comfortable sleeping in front of others, even someone like you. His nightmares don't help.

[sylveon-and-velveon]

Playing "4 Big Guys" around the slashers

Shitpost idea has been made, so here XD

This will include: Michael Myers {OG & RZ}, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Tiffany Valentine

Feel free to request any shitpost writing prompt ideas you can think of in my asks, I love silly non-serious ideas XD

Given the music is VERY adult related, this is 18+ ONLY

OG Michael Myers

Ain't gonna lie, the second you play that song he's probably staring at you instantly. Anger? Disappointment? Cursing your entire family and possible future children? Who knows! It's Michael-Fucking-Myers baby!!!

He's not used to anything sexual overall so hearing a song openly sing about gay sex, and in such a detailed way, would worry him. Not for the singer, no- more on your taste in music.

And don't even get me started on when he hears about shit being involved. The second he hears that being mentioned he's turning off the music entirely, patting your head, and dragging you away so you'll listen to something he likes instead to cleanse that weird mind of yours. Like... Kate Bush or something.

He'd like Kate Bush right? He looks like a Kate Bush enjoyer.

RZ Michael Myers

Judging you, hard. Though he ain't saying it. His aura is practically smellable he's judging you so hard.

Does he like it? No. It's loud, obnoxious, and profound filled. Ignoring the obvious "gay sex and other weirdness" part, the volume of the music reminds him of his childhood.

He's smashing the device the music is coming from. He doesn't care if it's your MP3 all the way to a damn TV or Alexa, he's smashing that shit to pieces if it means he doesn't need to hear it anymore.

What would he put on instead? Calming ambient noises that play for hours on end on YouTube. It's the exact opposite of whatever hellscape you just played. It's better.

Brahms Heelshire

Well first of all it ain't classical, so that's a point on the "I Hate This" list.

Second it's not a piano.

Third it's literally "4 Big Guys"-

Not only is this poor man confused about everything the singer is saying, I highly doubt his parents explained LGBTQ+ to him, he's also hating how loud it is.

"Who puts things up their ass?" - Brahms Heelshire 2024

You turn off the music yourself when he practically begs you to.

You're probably tryna hold in your laughter while he's sitting on the floor trying to figure out what the fuck he just heard.

Jason Voorhees

Is there a bigger word for "traumatized"? Because that man earns it.

You're lucky af, if his mom was live she'd hit you with a crowbar so fast- Not kill you tho, she wouldn't dare hurt her boy.

But yeah, he's not saying anything, nor moving. Bro's too traumatized. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE-

You better give him his teddy he fucking deserves it TmT

Laughing his ass off until the shit is mentioned, even this horny gremlin has his limits.

Can you tell I hate shit kinks? XD

He'd want an apology for you blasting that song so far to that section. But no music! He hates Christmas songs, they're so repetitive and they all sound the same anyway.

Bake him a cake, the more unique the better. His favourite so far is red velvet with cream cheese frosting!

Then when he's finished eating you're getting railed by him not longer after, man's not changed. Not now, not ever.

Freddy Krueger

You can play this entire song with this man on REPEAT and he'd be fine with it.

I'd be surprised if he didn't given his track record and.... slicing open his skin to reveal green "blood" and maggots crawling out.

Would he laugh the first time? ABSOLUTELY!

Would he jokingly sing along, probably.

But he would TOTALLY play this song when going after his victims sometimes. Imagine dying and the last thing you hear is:

"4 BIG GUYS AND THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS-"

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Billy is concerned for your wellbeing. Especially when you start singing it at full force with Stu joining in not long after.

Yeah Stu is enjoying this to the max!

Finds it hilarious, who the fuck wouldn't when you've got humour more broken than Brahms' doll-

But seeing you enjoying yourself to this.... absurdity, at least makes Billy calm down from worry. Now he's just concerned your taste in music may infiltrate your taste in movies.

I doubt the man's used to hearing music.... imagine this being his first time hearing it-

OMG he'd probably think this is normal for music.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? XD

If it's not his first time hearing music though? No concern, laughter, nothing. He's neutral, given that this is something that makes you a little chaotic gremlin.

He's happy seeing you comfortable enough around to be a "gremlin" as you call it.

Bubba Sawyer

Don't traumatize him more than he's been already!!

Sure he doesn't realise it, or the fact he's used to it, but the poor guy's already traumatized-

Though he's probably more confused in the whole scheme of things. I mean, he knows what sex is. But just the surface of it.

So he's probably just learnt way too much in such a short period of time.

Oh lord what have you done-

Harry Warden

Okay first of all, why is there no GIF of this man? WTF????

Second; man's from the mines, man's old fashioned, you've probably just thrown way too much modern shit in his face way too quickly that he's just staring at you, the music video, and then the floor.

Poor miner is so confused, especially when the "cum starts spraying".

Oh god he'll probably think it's like dust from the mines spraying everywhere.

Fucking hell that's a vision-

Tiffany Valentine

Finds it amusing? Yes.

Judging? Not as much as you'd expect.

Girl's been through a wild ride, hearing you blast out "4 Big Guys" from your phone wouldn't be the most shocking thing in the world.

Hell. she'd probably encourage you to start singing along to it XD

Oh she's gonna use that song to torture someone with it. She doesn't know how yet, but she's got the idea in her head now

[steveshairychest]

"Don't fall in love with me." Steve laughed in a self-deprecating way. His eyes were unfocused and glassy as he stared out at the darkness of lovers lake, his hands fiddled with the nearly empty beer he'd been sipping for the past hour.

Eddie furrowed his brow, mind a little slow from the alcohol as he leaned in closer to the other boy and said, "What if I already have?" They were sitting on the roof of Steve's car, their thighs pressed close and shoulders bumping as they simply just existed together. "It's a little hard for me not to do something I've already done."

Steve exhaled shakily and tipped his head up to the stars. His hands now gripped the glass bottle tightly. "You'll only get hurt. I have a reputation for being a pretty shitty boyfriend." He said it so softly, so weakly, that Eddie had to lean further into his space to hear.

Eddie scoffed once the words registered in his alcohol riddled mind. "That's bullshit." He didn't see Steve flinch. "I think I'd like to decide for myself whether or not you're a shit boyfriend." They've never explicitly talked about their feelings for one another, but it's been implied multiple times. For example, Eddie didn't think they made out as friends in the car before climbing out onto the hood.

He was thankful for the added confidence from the alcohol because he didn't think he'd have the bravery to be this straightforward about how he felt without it.

"Steve, go out with me. Be my boyfriend."

Steve blinked, looked him up and down, and laughed. "You're drunk. You don't want that."

Eddie shoved him lightly. "Fuck you. You don't know what I want. What I want is to call you my boyfriend. Hell, I'll even double that and propose to you right now! That's how serious I am!" He was so fucking scared. He didn't know how far this little game between them went. Was he crossing a line? He'd thought he'd read the signals right but the shock on Steve's face was telling him that maybe he didn't. Maybe he needed to start walking home right now.

"You're serious?" Steve whispered. "You actually want to date me?" Eddie wanted to strangle everyone that had made Steve hate and doubt his own self worth this much. He looked so vulnerable in that moment. His eyes were so wide, so bright under the stars, and his lips were parted ever so slightly in shock as he tried to find any sort of indication that Eddie was lying. He wasn't. He's never wanted anything more than this.

"I'm serious. I think I've wanted to date you since like 8th grade." They both laughed at that. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off Steve's smile, it was a shy thing that he tried to hide with a sip from his beer.

When the laughter died down, Eddie twirled a piece of hair in front of his face and, without looking at Steve, said, "You can say no. I promise not to cry."

"You're a pretty crier, I wouldn't mind too much." He said it so nonchalantly, his eyes crinkled in a smile as he glanced over at a scared shitless Eddie. "Can I give you my answer tomorrow? I...need time to think when my head isn't all fuzzy with booze."

Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. "Of course. I understand." They sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the night, both of them caught up in their own heads as they watched the lake lap at the shore.

Eddie hoped the sun stayed away for a little longer. He wasn't ready for the morning light to wash away this moment, he wasn't ready for Steve's answer.

But he knew that no matter what Steve decided, he'd love Steve regardless.

Steve Harrington was so hard not to love.

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: This is a part two to the one shot Workin' on Halloween Night

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, vampire!Sam compels stripper!reader, mentions of alcohol, bloodsucking/drinking, semi rough/forceful actions, fingering, dirty talk, descriptive memories, unprotected shower sex, oral (m rec), name calling, general filth

Word count: 5.8k | Not edited I wanted to get this out.

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It hits you.

Everything. All at once.

You're like a deer, frozen in the headlights of an oncoming semi.

You break your stare from the bloodsucking creature infront of you, looking down to the mug that's in pieces on the floor, "Shit."

"Don't move. You don't have shoes on." Colby steps around the sharp pieces and walks over to the closet.

"You seem a little jumpy there, y/n." Sam licks his lips as he smirks.

You laugh slightly, "Yeah, I-I guess so." You stayed still, making sure not to cut yourself because that would send Sam into a frenzy and you cared about Colby.

You'd basically be signing his death note if you did.

Sam's stare holds on you as Colby comes back with the broom and dust pan. He drops the pan to the floor and rests the broom against the back of the couch, "C'mere."

He wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you from your spot and moving you to a clean area.

You look from the messy floor up to Sam and the memories keep coming in heavy waves.

From the way you were controlled, flawlessly by him.

"You're the hottest one here. Come here." And your body went to him, automatically.

To the way he looked into your eyes when he said, "We're going to have a little fun, okay?"

".. tilt your head for me because I'm fucking thirsty."

And that's when you lay your hand over your 'makeup', feeling the arousing pain all over again.

You were scared. Majorly confused, and kinda turned on.

All at once.

You didn't know what to do.

"Alright." Colby walks over, dumping the pieces into the trash and sets the stuff down, "And you always wonder why I call you butterfingers." Colby chuckles as he walks over and stands next to Sam.

You laugh, trying not to sound so nervous, "Yeah, yeah I get that now."

You walk over, slipping on your shoes.

"Can you be a little slut for me y/n?" His words ring in your head, making you feel a little nauseated because that's what you were last night.

You stand up straight, closing your eyes as you feel like you could puke, "Maybe.. we can hang out later or something?" You slowly turn and Colby puts his lip out, "No." he pouts, "Please?"

Your eyes move to Sam's and in that moment, you wanted to, or at least try to prove that you had more power over him.

But there's a difference between you and Sam.

He can compel you. You have nothing.

Or so you thought.

Sam tilts his head slightly, biting his lip as you sigh, "Fine. I'll go see this movie with you, as long as we're back by four because I have work."

Sam's eyebrow twitches, and you knew you'd be seeing him tonight.

"Work? I thought you had off?" Colby shakes his head and you shrug, "I forgot I picked up Violet's shift. She texted me before you got here, she's home sick."

He nods slowly, "Alright." He turns and that's when you remember what Sam said, about Colby.

"Do you think he'd fuck you better than me?"

You bite down on your lip, "I can always ca-"

"No. It's fine." Colby sighs, "We're going to be late for the movie."

You sigh, watching as he walks over to the door and goes out. You turn to look at Sam, who is closer than he was before, "Why are you here?"

He smiles and shrugs, "I told you I'd be seeing you again. I'm not done with you just yet." He brushes his fingers over your neck, "That's a pretty nasty bite."

You roll your eyes, "Mm. I know."

Sam grabs your wrist as you go to walk away, "Roll your eyes at me again and I'll make it so you can't ever do it again."

He lets go of your wrists, "I can tell you like thinking about what happened last night."

"I do-"

He cuts you off, "Tell that to someone who can't read your mind, sweetheart." He smirks, "Come on. He's probably waiting for us."

Sam walks over to the door, turning around to look at you, "Don't make me do it."

"Do what?" You cross your arms and he sighs, "alright." He walks back over to you, "You asked for it."

"Asked for what-"

"You're going to act like we're all good friends and that nothing is strange between us. You will continue to keep thinking about last night, but you won't say anything about it." He winks and steps back, "Let's go."

You nod, following him out the door and down to Colby's car. You get in the back, leaning forward, "So what movie are we going to see?"

Colby glances over at you, "Um, that new Exorcist movie, The Exorcist Believer."

"Oh sick." You nod and lean back, "did you guys know that the one girl from the original movie is in it.. first time in years I think."

Sam looks over, "Really? That is pretty sick. I didn't know that."

Your eyes scan over Sam's face as the scattered replay of last night plays in your head, "sit on my cock."

"Ride me."

"Fuck you feel so good."

You press your thighs together, clearing your throat as you try to distract yourself, "So where are you from Sam?"

He laughs slightly and shrugs, "I'm originally from Kansas, but I've been all over."

"Really? I'm from Kansas too." Colby looks over, "Small world, huh?"

Sam shakes his head, "Not really. You find that out when you travel as much as I do."

"But you're here for college right? What made you decide to do that?" You chew on the inside of your lip as he glances back at you, "I just thought I needed a change, I mean I honestly don't think I'll do anything with it when graduating but.. you never know."

"What are you studying?" Colby looks over at him, "I know we have a lot of the same classes."

"I don't really have a major picked out yet. I told them what I possibly wanted to do, so they just threw me into some classes and said if I changed my mind or whatever to let them know." Sam explains.

"They had me pick something. That was fucking stupid." You sigh, "Maybe they're just sexist." You laugh and Sam chuckles, "I don't think that. I think they see the potential you have and just want to push you to do your best."

Colby glances over at Sam, clenching his jaw slightly, "She is a very smart girl. Her choice in how she gets the money to pay for school really isn't."

"You don't like her working at the club?" Sam looks to Colby and he shakes his head, "Not really."

"How come?" Sam asks and rests his elbow on the console.

"I just.. don't think that she needs to do that. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's really good at it, but at the same time, she's my best friend and I just don't want anything happening to her." Colby glances back at you in the rearview and you give him a small smile.

"I see where you're coming from, Colby." Sam nods, and Colby sighs, "it's just.. all the creeps and weirdos out there.. you just never know."

"I've been watching you for all those weeks."

You stare at Sam as his voice plays inside your head, "There's just something about you that keeps me coming back.."

Which makes you question, to yourself, why you? What is it about you that Sam likes so much?

"You can't trust anyone anymore, I get what you mean fully." Sam looks back and you look away, "What time does the movie start?"

"In about ten minutes. But you have all the previews so not for another twenty or so." Colby pull the car into one of the stalls, cutting the engine, "I'm excited to see this."

You nod, "I know. You've been talking about it for weeks." You laugh slightly as he looks back at you with a smile.

You can tell that Colby and Sam are getting jealous of each other when it comes to you.

But you secretly loved it, and Sam picked up on it instantly.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

As much as you wanted to focus on and actually watch the movie, you couldn't. You kept going back to Sam and what happened at the club last night.

The way you could feel how good he made you feel.

The way you can hear his voice, clear as day, telling you how good you feel around him, "Fuck me, you feel so good."

You turn your head, leaning into Colby, "I'll be right back. I have to pee."

He nods and your stands up, quickly making your way out of the theater and into the bathroom.

You go to the mirror, taking a few deep breathes as you try and get Sam out of your head, but the harder you tried, the worse it got.

You swore you could feel him choking you.

You could feel him inside of you.

You wanted it to stop, but at the same time, in the strangest ways possible, you wanted him.

Now, that might be the compulsion, but you didn't care. You needed him again, you were craving him like he craves you.

You turn around, jumping when you see Sam standing there, "Trying to get me out of that pretty little head are we?"

You swallow, "I-I.. no. No."

He walks over, slowly cupping your cheeks with his cold hands. He tilts your head up, eyes scanning over your face, "I know.. it's such a blessing and a curse to be around me."

"Curse?" You move your head back slightly, "What do you-"

"Let's not worry about that right now, sweetheart. Let's just get back to the movie, yeah?" Sam brushes hair from your face, "I'll be seeing you later. But you probably already knew that."

He drops his hands and you grab his arm as he turns, "Wait."

"What?" He smirks, knowing that you want to kiss him, "Tell me, baby."

You lick your lips, biting your bottom lip as you work your the courage, "Kiss me." Your voice is barely there, but Sam heard you anyway.

"Why should I do something like that?" He moves over to stand infront of you, hands on the sink behind you as he leans in, "Have you deserved it?"

You look up at him, nodding slightly, "Yes."

He chuckles, "If you say so." He licks his lips and presses them to yours.

You feel like an addict who was finally getting a fix after what felt like days.

You grab the red collar of his shirt, pulling him to you as you try to deepen the kiss but it's cut short when someone pushes the door open and Sam vanishes.

The woman gives you a smile as she walks into the one stall and you can't help but cover your mouth to hide your slightly nervous laughter.

What the hell are you doing?

You made your way back to the theater, sitting in your seat next to Colby, "What did I miss?"

He shrugs, "Not much. You're good." He hands you the popcorn and you take it, "Thanks."

You lean back in your seat and you can feel Sam looking at you from behind Colby. Colby is too into the movie to realize what is happening, but you stay focused on trying to watch the screen.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"That was such a good movie." Colby says as he throws his popcorn bag away, "Better than I expected, honestly."

You nod, "Yeah, it was." Sam walks up behind you, laying a hand on your lower back as he moves past you, "I have to rewatch the original, it feels like it's been ages since I've seen that one."

You raise your eyebrows at the word, ages, and laugh slightly, "I'm sure it has." You mumble thinking no one heard you.

But you forgot that Sam can, "What did you say?"

You look up at him, "I didn't say anything." He raises his brows quick and smirks, "Mhm."

"So. Are you hungry or anything? You have time before you have to get ready." Colby holds the door open for you and you nod as you walk through, "Yeah, I could eat."

"Me too." You knew what Sam meant, just by the tone of his voice.

"What are you guys hungry for?" Colby asks getting into the car. You get in, shrugging, "Whatever honestly."

"That doesn't really help me decide." Colby laughs, "we'll just drive that way and see if anything sounds good."

"Yeah, that's fine." You chew on your lip as you remember what it felt like when Sam bit your neck.

How the pain felt.. good.

How him sucking your blood felt.. good.

You glance up at him, laughing and talking with Colby. He was honestly one of the prettiest things you've ever seen. It shocked you how 'human' he looked.

Shit, he has Colby fooled.

"Is that okay with you?"

You shake your head, blinking a few times as you lean up, "Huh? Sorry.."

They both laugh and Sam looks at you, "There's a pizza place up here. Is that okay with you?"

You nod, "Oh yeah. I love pizza."  You lean back, your mind going straight to what it was occupied with before.

Sam's fangs in your neck.

You'd think that thought would be enough to scare anyone away, but not you. You're under Sam's control with and without compulsion.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Back at the house, while the boys are out on the couch eating their pizza, you're in your room getting ready for work.

You have music playing quietly as you do your makeup, simple today. You don't really feel like doing full glam, actually you don't even feel like going to work.

Colby's words had an effect on you, you felt bad. You knew he was right, you didn't have to work at the club, you chose to.

In a way, you kinda felt like you were going against him, and that hurt worse than seeing his friend behind his back.

"Hey." Colby says walking into your room, "You got a second?"

You set your brush down and turn to him, "What's up?" He sits down on your bed, "So.. I've been meaning to ask you.."

"What is it Colby?" You cross your leg, staring over at him.

He sighs, "would it be alright if I stayed here for a little while?"

You nod, "Of course. But what's going on?" He shakes his head, "Nothing it's just that.. staying on campus is getting expensive and I ju-"

"Okay." You cut him off and try to fight your smirk.

He tilts his head, looking at you, "No. you don't get to say it."

"Oh come on, Colby." You laugh slightly, "Just once? Please?"

He sighs and motions to you, "One. Time."

You stand up, walking over to him. You take a dramatic breath, "i told you so."

He nods in defeat, "You did. You did. Now. While you're at work, I'm going to pack up some stuff." He stands up and pulls you in for a hug.

You're facing the door, so you see Sam sitting on the couch, staring at you.

His stare gives you chills, but in a good way.

"Alright." You say breaking your stare with Sam and leaning back, "I gotta get to work. I'll be home around eleven? Maybe a little bit later."

He nods, "Okay. Be safe."

You smile at him, nodding as he walks out of the room. You hear him tell Sam about moving some stuff and Sam agrees, "Yeah, totally. I do have to be somewhere around eight, but other than that, I gotcha."

Eight.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Thank you, darling." The man sitting in the chair smirks, "You're why I come here." He tucks a fifty into the band of your lingerie body suit and you smile, "You're why I do this."

You wink at him, dragging your hand over his shoulders as you walk away, strutting up to the stage.

"You ready?" Lina as she turns to you.

You look out, smiling as you see Sam sitting center stage on your side, "Oh yeah." You look at her, "Blondie's mine."

You glance over and see Sam chuckle and shake his head.

You could get used to this whole seeing a vampire thing.

You shake your head, the whole idea still shocks you, but you quickly pull yourself out of your head and nod to the DJ.

He gives you a thumbs up and you walk out, holding hands with Lina as Partition by Beyoncé starts playing.

The crowd around the stages cheer, whistle, just genuinely get loud. Sam sits still, leaning back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other as he watches you and only you.

You let go of Lina and you go to your pole, spinning around a few times before dropping down. You open your knees, moving to the beat of the song.

You move down onto your knees, leaning forward slowly as you crawl towards Sam, mouthing the words to the song, "Take all.. of me.. I just wanna be the girl you like.."

He smirks, biting his lip as he watches dollar bills land on your half naked body.

You roll over, popping your ass out before pushing yourself up, moving over to the others.

Sam doesn't like it, and he'll be sure to let you know later, but for now. He's letting you make your money.

You move back to the pole, lifting yourself up so you and slowly set yourself back down, squatting down to pop your ass out to the beat.

"Give it up for these ladies gentleman." The DJ says and you walk around, collecting the money from your side as the men continue to cheer you on.

Sam stands up, making his way over to the bar and once you're off stage you follow him over, "So.." you bite your lip, leaning against the bar, "What did ya think?"

He turns to you, his chest extremely close to yours, "I was in awe of you." He gently grabs your chin, tilting it up, "I'm always in awe of you."

You smirk, "Sounds like you need some time in the champagne room."

"How'd you know?" He smirks and sets his empty glass down, "lead the way."

You grab his hand, pulling him with you to and through the red lit hallway, "Right in here." You motion for him to walk in but he shakes his head, "Mm. After you."

You smirk, letting go to walk in, and in a matter of seconds, the door is shut and you're straddling him, "That still gets me." You laugh slightly and Sam shrugs, "You'll get used to it."

Your heart rate picks up a little, causing Sam to lick his lips, "You wanna tilt your head for me?" You bit your lip, nodding as you slowly move your head.

Sam brushes hair from your neck and sighs, "Fuck, I will never get over you."

You grip his shoulders as you feel his hands tighten on your waist and his lips gently press to your necks few times.

"Wait.." you feel Sam pull away and you look at him, "Can I see?"

He chuckles and nods, "Anything you want, princess." He winks and parts his lips, moving them to show his teeth. You watch intently and jump slightly when his fangs pop out.

You were aching for him. That was the hottest thing you've ever seen.

"Now.. can I-"

"Please." You grip the collar of his shirt and pull yourself into him. He raises his eyebrows, "Eager thing aren't we?"

You nod and he leans in, breathing in your scent before sinking his teeth into your skin. You let out a whimper, gripping his shirt collar tighter the more blood he drinks.

"S-Sam." You whimper out with a moan following. You grind down into him and he moans against your neck. You slide your hand up and onto the back of his head as you feel kinda dizzy, but it's euphoric.

His arm slides around your waist and he holds you against him as he slowly lifts his head away from you, whispering lowly into your ear, "sorry if that was too much. I've been craving you all damn day."

You sigh, turning your head to look down at him, "get your fix?" You smirk slightly and he moves you to lay on the couch, his body hovering over yours, "For now."

He licks the blood from the corner of his mouth before leaning down to kiss you. The make out is heated, full of passion.

Sam was honestly surprised he didn't need to compel you like the night before. He thought you would have put up more of a fight.

But he's not complaining.

"You want me in your life?" Sam kisses back your jaw, "You sure seem like you do." He kisses down your neck and licks over the fresh puncture marks.

You gasp, arching your back slightly, "wouldn't be the worst thing." You smile as he leans his head up to look down at you, "Are you lying?"

"Compel me to tell the truth or whatever." You bite your lip, hiding your smirk.

He slowly smiles, "I believe you." He dips his head down, pressing his lips to yours. You lay your hand on his cheek, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Someone's coming." He mumbles, "I hear them."

You look over at the door, "Maybe it's-"

The door knob starts to jiggle and Sam gets up fast, "I'll see you after your shift."

You turn and he's gone, "How does he do that?" You whisper to yourself and turn as the door opens. You move your hair back over to cover your neck and smile at Lina, "Hey. You need this room?"

"Sorry." She laughs slightly, "I didn't realize this was already occ-"

"I'm done here. I was just cleaning up. Last person spilled a drink. It's all good now. Enjoy." You smile at her and quickly make your way out of the room, back out to the floor.

The last few hours of your shift felt like it was just dragging. Each song felt like it was on for a year.

Sam was the only thing on your mind and you just wanted to get home.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You unlock the door to your apartment and walk in. You don't see Colby or Sam anywhere, "Hello?"

"Hey. We're in here." Colby calls from the spare bedroom. You set your bag on the counter as you walk over, leaning against the door frame as you watch them unload boxes.

"How was work?" Sam asks giving you a smirk. You smile, "work is work. You know."

He nods, "Any weirdos or creeps come by?"

You tilt your head, resting it against the frame, "There was this one guy.. he was pretty strange."

Colby looks up, "What?"

You laugh, "It's okay, Colbs. He left before anything happened so no worries." You glance over at Sam and he shakes his head chuckles to himself.

"They need more security there." He shakes his head and goes back to unpacking his box. You sigh, "I'm going for a shower."

Sam raises his eyebrows and watches as you leave the doorway. You knew Sam would follow, at this point, you'd even settle for him compelling Colby to just stare at the wall.

You grab your stuff and walk into the bathroom, turning the water on. Steam quickly fills the bathroom, fogging up the mirror. You take off your sweats and t shirt, tossing them to the ground before looking up and swiping the mirror with your hand.

You jump slightly, "Fuck."

"Sorry. I guess I could have just used the door." Sam laughs and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"How'd you get in here?" You turn your head and he chuckles, "You mean like how did I just appear or getting passed Colby?"

You laugh slightly and turn around to face him, "I mean both, but mainly the second one."

He shrugs, "I compelled him to keep unpacking, not to worry about where we're at." He brushes hair from your shoulder, biting his lip as he looks at the day old mark on your neck, then moving to look at the few hours old one.

"Is that a problem?" His eyes move up to meet yours and you shake your head, "Just as long as it's not all the time."

He nods, "Mhm." He pulls you in, gently pressing his lips to yours, "you ready for the blessing part?" He smirks against your lips and you nod, "Mhm."

He slowly pulls your panties down your legs, bending down to kiss up your thigh. You grip the counter as you watch him inch closer to where you need him most.

Your breathing picks up, almost to a pant as his tongue gently flicks up and down your clit. He hums lowly before pulling away and standing up.

He slips his shirt off his body, undoing his belt to his jeans. He nods towards the shower, "go get in."

You walk over, stepping into the shower and shutting the door. You let the water wash over you, closing your eyes as it hits the sensitive marks on your neck.

You hear the door slide open and you turn around, leaning against the wall as you watch Sam step in, sliding the door shut, "Come here." He holds his hand out and you lay your hand in his.

He pulls you to him and wraps an arm around your body, "You wanna know why I'm here?"

You nod and tilt your head as he kisses your neck, "Yes."

He takes a long pause, sliding his hands up and down your body before sighing, "You're the one thing that makes me feel closest to being a human again."

His words confuse you, "But we've only known each other for two days. Not even."

He chuckles and brushes his fingers over your cheek, "That's where you're wrong."

Your brows furrow and he continues speaking, "I've been with you, these last few weeks. Watching. Following. You know, what you thought."

You nod, still staring at him, "so.. we've.. done this before?"

He shakes his head, "No. no. Not until yesterday." He smirks, "Today."

"So we just what? Hung out?" You lay your hands on his biceps, "I'm confused."

He leans forward, looking into your eyes, "Rememeber."

You round the corner, stumbling your way back to the bathroom, mumbling to yourself about the guy who spilled his drink on your outfit, "Fucking asshole."

You grab the knob, twisting it to push the door open. You walk in, freezing when you see a blonde haired boy attached to someone's neck.

You didn't think anything of it, you thought you interpreted something, "Oh sorry."

"No. You're fine."

You look back and your lips part slightly, "Wh-" you shake your head, blinking as if you're hallucinating the scene that's in front of you.

Blood runs down both chin of the blonde and neck of the, what you can only assume, dead guy I'm front of him.

"Sorry. I just didn't like the way he treated you out there." The blonde tosses the body to the floor, "He was such an asshole."

You stare at the blonde as he stands up, wiping his chin with his wrist, "I'm sorry. How rude of me. I'm Samuel, but you can call me Sam." He holds his clean hand out and you take it, "y/n."

"Yeah I know that already." He chuckles and you shake your head, "I'm sorry.. I must be.. a lot drunker than I thought."

Sam moves over to you, his hands on your waist, "Why aren't you running away? Screaming for help?"

You shrug, "I don't know if I believe this."

He nods, "Okay.. that's fine." He smiles and you smile back at him, completely forgetting what you just witnessed.

He sighs, "Well, I have to get going. I'll see you again, soon, y/n."

"You will?" You question and he nods, "Forget about that you saw until I tell you to remember."

You gasp, leaning back slightly, "Is that why?"

He bites his lip, eyes scanning over your face, "You didn't fear me."

"I was drunk, Sam." You laugh slightly and he sucks air through his teeth, "I don't think you were."

He was right. You were drunk, but you would have remembered everything that night. Actually, something did feel off, you felt like you were forgetting something about it, but you couldn't ever figure it out, until right now.

You look down and back up at him, "So you're here because I'm not scared of you?"

"That's a part of it. Along with you making me feel somewhat human again.. even when I wasn't physically next to you. You just.." he smiles and shakes his head, "I knew the moment I saw you, I knew I needed to keep you safe."

You smile slightly, biting the inside of your cheek, "oh."

He cups your cheeks, moving your head up to look at him, "Do you want me in your life?"

You stare at him for a second, slowly smiling as you sigh, nodding as you lean up to kiss him. He pulls you closer to him and you lean back, "Can I tell you something?"

He nods, "Anything."

You lick your lips, "I like the whole being compelled to do stuff, maybe not all the time, but you know.."

He chuckles and nods, "Mm. You mean like this.. get on your knees, baby."

You instantly drop to the shower floor, looking up at him as you bite your lip, "Uh huh."

"Open that pretty little mouth of yours." He smirks and your lips part, opening up so you can take the head of his cock between them.

Sam groans, "Fuck." You wrap a hand around his cock, stroking as you suck the tip. You work your way down, bobbing your head as you grip his thighs.

He places a hand on the back of your head, letting out a sigh, "You can do it, baby."

You relax, taking him in fully as your nails dig into his skin. He tangles his fingers into your hair and slowly works your head up and down his cock, "Fuck, baby. This is so much better when you're doing it on your own."

You bob your head a few more times, leaning back with a string of saliva keeping you connecting to his cock until you wipe it with your wrist.

He pulls you to your feet, pushing you against the shower door, "You're so beautiful." He whispers as he kisses your cheek, back your jaw, "Can I have another taste?"

"Yes." You whimper out as his cock rubs against your clit. He kisses down your neck slowly, "Are you sure?"

You nod, "Yes."

"If you say so." He chuckles slightly before his fangs pop out and puncture your skin for the third time.

You gasp, whimpering as you wrap an arm around his neck. That euphoric feeling quickly returns and your eyes flutter shut, "Sam.."

He hums against your neck and you can feel blood leaning a trail of red down your body, "S-Sam." You squeeze his shoulder and he pops off, stepping back.

His eyes move from your neck, following the trail of red that goes between your boobs.

You turn to look at him, breathing heavy as he brands down, licking from where the trail stops, up to your neck.

You wince at the slight pain, but moan when you feel his fingers circle your clit, "You all around taste divine."

"Only for you." You whisper and he smirks, "That's what I like to hear." He interlocks his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head as he makes out with you.

"Please., Sam.. I need you." You whimper against his lips and he gently bites down on your bottom lip, "turn around."

You flip around, pressing your cheek, hands, and chest to the glass shower door. Sam rubs the tip of his cock against your pussy, slowly pushing in.

Your moans reverberate off the walls, echoing louder and louder the further he pushes into you.

"Let me hear all those loud and pretty sounds, baby." Sam grips your hips and pulls out, only to thrust back into you.

His pace is harsh, punishing. Your legs quickly feel like they're about to give out. But you push through, "F-Fuck. Yes yes yes."

You slide your hands down the wall and he reaches up, laying a hand over your left and interlocking his fingers over yours, "Fuckin' hell." Sam groans, "You're incredible."

A non stop string of moans leaves your lips the closer he gets you to cum.

"You're so close, baby. You're right there." Sam pants, "Come on, baby. Cum for me."

You squeeze his cock and he groans, "Fuck, d-don't do that." He lets go of your hand and grips your hips, "I want you to cum first."

You drag your fingers down the steamy glass, moaning against it as you feel the knot snap.

"Sam! Fuck, yes! Yes!" You scream out, pushing your hips back to meet his, "Fuck."

He groans and his thrusts grow sloppy, fast.

"Shit, shit." He pulls your hips to him as he pushes in, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he cums after you.

He slowly pulls out and spins you around, "Come here." He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you as you stand under the, now warm water,

He rubs his hand up and down your back, watching as the water washes away the rest of the blood, tinting the water going down the drain a slight red color.

"You okay?" He whispers and you nod, "Yeah."

"Tell me what you're thinking." He kisses your head and you sigh, "What's the curse part to this?"

He sighs, pulling you closer to him, "That.." he swallows, "Not so much on your part, but more or less mine."

You pull away slightly and look up at him, "What is it Sam?"?

He shrugs, "I'm immortal. You.." he gently boops your nose, "..are not.."

Without even thinking, "What if I was?"

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like yall are gunna hate me for the ending but I felt like I needed to end it this way.. soooo as usual, let me know your thoughts :)

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[quoththemaiden]

A short (~1k) scene inspired by Chapter 9 of @mrghostrat's absolutely glorious Big Name Feelings human AU fic. Hope you like arms?

"C'mon, angel, not even gonna crack a smile at that one? Whales, get it? Whales."

Aziraphale felt like his cheeks were on fire from trying to keep a straight face at Crowley's increasingly terrible puns. "I would hate to tacitly encourage this behavior."

"Pfft, you love it." Crowley grinned at him, far past being undaunted and fully into the realm of being energized by Aziraphale's failed attempts at stoicism.

"You're utterly ridiculous." Aziraphale didn't even bother trying to make it sound like an insult, and the half of the screen taken up by his webcam made it clear his cheeks were as pink as they felt. "And I can't help but feel like you're stalling. Hadn't we agreed to be actually productive today?" Aziraphale didn't mind, really; he did want to keep making steady progress on his art, but if his life could consist of coming home from work and just unwinding with Crowley...

...but, well, that wasn't the purpose of this call.

Crowley groaned. "Yeah, yeah. What a taskmaster."

"It is my job to protect you from rabid fans, after all," Aziraphale teased right back.

"O Brave Guardian, protect me from procrastination!"

"That sounds rather harder than a dragon, I'm afraid. But if you don't get to work, I won't be able to work either, and then you won't get to see the finished piece."

"Urk—" Crowley made a strangled noise and finally reached for his mouse. "You'll actually be working on it?"

Aziraphale nodded before adjusting his webcam to show his tablet a bit more. "I really need to get more practice with this, to get half as confident as I am with physical paints."

"I've seen the drawings you've done! They're fucking brilliant."

Aziraphale laughed. "You've said that about everything I've shown you. I'm starting to think I should send you some stick figures as a test."

"Those would be the most adorable fucking stick figures ever. You could draw a whole comic of just stick figures and I'd reblog it a hundred times."

"That's about what I'd expect you to say, yes." Crowley opened his mouth to protest that his compliments were always earnest, and Aziraphale cut him off. "Weren't you going to start writing?"

"Ngghh, right, yeah. Alright, lemme just pull up my docs and then we'll get started bodydoubling for real." Crowley clicked over to screenshare his window as he opened his fic notes. He'd long since stopped hiding anything from Aziraphale; getting to bounce ideas off of him was too invigorating, and his heart always sang at getting to write down his name with official beta credit. (He'd also long since stopped pretending to himself that he'd ever felt quite the same way about any other beta.)

"Good lord." Aziraphale sounded more than faintly appalled, and Crowley felt offended for a moment before taking a proper look at what was on his screen. It was currently showing the notes he'd made at 3 AM this morning, when he'd woken up from a dream and jotted down what had, at the time, felt like a brilliant scene. As always, he'd had his eyes mostly-closed the whole time and his swipes had been clumsy at best, but as long as it got the general point across, he was always satisfied. It only wound up being a usable scene about half the time, but he wasn't about to turn down free inspiration when he could get it. He quickly read through the imagery he'd written down.

They switch rolled over and opened their eyes. In the still morning sunlight they could set the witchfinder still sleeping cloudy enough to touch: his head ears cradled on his arms, the  misos slack with sleep but still clearly there under surface. The words knew from experience that if he were awakened stable the strength would flour back into them in an instant ray for a fight. The wishes couldn't help but think odd other things they might but tray for as well

Crowley paled. "I— that—"

"I mean, it's. Well. It's rather avant-garde."

Crowley froze. "I, uh—"

"'The misos?' And 'flour?'"

Crowley stuttered out of his bluescreen and hastily opened another tab, the screenshare automatically switching over. Aziraphale had read it, but he clearly hadn't actually understood it. As long as he didn't give him enough time to crack the cipher that was 3 AM notetaking, Crowley could bluff his way through it. "Zuh. Yeah. Wrote that down in the middle of the night when I got an idea of where I wanted to start the next scene off."

"And you could recognize any of that?" The camera jostled a little as Aziraphale shook his head. "I suppose I wouldn't do any better if I tried sketching out an idea in the dark." He picked up his stylus and started doodling simple shapes, warming up and re-acclimatizing himself to the responsiveness of the device. He was still getting used to the new medium, but he was finally starting to see a path forward to making a digital art style that felt authentically his own.

"Yessss." Crowley bit his tongue to cut off the guilty hissing. It definitely didn't help that the webcam was doing a very awkward job of catching the tablet screen but showed a very distracting hint of Aziraphale's forearms. The forearms he had, at 3 AM, apparently woken up from a dream about and been so inspired by that he'd felt the need to immortalize them in fanfiction.

"Well, I shall be interested in seeing how that gets transformed into comprehensible English."

"Right, definitely." Crowley was typing gibberish and backspacing over it quickly, more to hide how much attention he was having to devote to this conversation than out of an actual need to warm up his fingers. "Right, definitely focusing on writing now!"

Aziraphale laughed as he cleared his tablet screen and pulled up his WIP, shifting into concentration mode himself. He did enjoy the early days they had spent where their hours of "bodydoubling" were really nothing more than talking and laughing together, but being able to be quietly productive with someone else, knowing they were there with you without needing to be in the same room, that they were sharing your same wavelength without needing to say a word... that simple sense of togetherness brought with it such a deep feeling of comfort that he thought it might be an even more profound, longer-lasting sense of joy than their early days of giddy laughter had given. The strokes of his stylus turned smoother and more confident as he got into the flow, his eyes focused on his own screen and only vaguely aware of the lines of text growing across Crowley's.

Eventually, Crowley calmed down as well, and the text growing on his screen even started to make sense. And he made sure it had absolutely nothing to do with forearms.

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Translation of the deleted 3 AM scene:

The witch rolled over and opened their eyes. In the early morning sunlight, they could see the witchfinder still sleeping close enough to touch. His head was cradled on his arms, the muscles slack with sleep but still clearly there under the surface. The witch knew from experience that if he were awakened, the strength would flow back into them in an instant, ready for a fight. The witch couldn't help but think of other things they might be ready for as well.

[diahire]

Anyways I wrote this post on my private blog but decided I'll share it with the whole fandom and add a few more thoughts to really throw salt about this down on the salt pile with the rest of the Villain fans. (This post isn't for the hero stans, I'm not here to argue with you guys, if you like the ending good for you! I wish that could be me!) I thought about it all night and tbh its literally the worst outcome for the entire manga imo? Because it doesn't feel like the resolution everyone was fighting for can be reached now, or as if Hori's gonna just gloss over it the same way and pretend its a happy ending. (Sorry if I sound like a hater, I sung his praises and trusted him so much so excuse me if my trust has been completely shattered with this) This post sums up a lot of my feelings on the last chapter Surrounding AFO and stuff like that, which was actually satisfying. But oh my lord, everything else is one of the most bitter let downs I've ever seen in any piece of media ever. I'd like to believe the fan theories that this isn't it for the LoV are true but tbh I refuse to be fooled by Hori again so at this point I'm actually fairly positive that the league is dead save for Mr Compress who, I guess, will just be spending the rest of his life ass-cheekless and in jail. (Unless we're meant to think Compress has been executed or is going to be. Who knows. Wouldn't be surprised at this point.)

Like I mentioned, I think the whole "Give Shigaraki back. His friends are waiting for him" thing was alluding to the fate of the League. It would explain why we haven't seen them again. Why Ochaco was the only one shown to be lifted into the helicopter to the hospital even though Himiko should have been right there with her. I made a post about it back then saying how worried I was that they didn't show or even mention Himiko at that point. Well, yeah, my fears of the worst I think were confirmed there. Like the reality here seems to be that Hori literally directly pulled a bury your gays on her. Like ?? I think its probably also safe to say Spinner is likely already dead. We've seen or heard nothing from him since he went down either. Due to Shigaraki's final words I want to think maybe he's not but at the same time I can't imagine him being the sole survivor. Unfortunately, this means Dabi is likely already dead as well. I'm low key taking a little bit of spiteful satisfaction in the fact that if Dabi has died his last words were telling his family to fuck off and honestly, good for him. Its like he said. This was all lip service and saving face and why did it have to go so far / take so long for anyone to even try? Why did he have to burn himself to death for his family to give him the bare minimum of acknowledgement? He spent his entire childhood literally crying and begging for it and being harshly rejected because the moment his dad found out he was disabled he pulled the rug out from under him and decided his existance was pointless. He spent the entire battle desperately trying to get his father to recognize him and talk to him and see that he wasn't a worthless son and could have done so much had he not done epic ableism to him (which, yeah we agreed this was correct within the narrative, omg!) and all Endeavor did was avoid him until he was backed into a corner and couldn't ignore / avoid him anymore, which is at large why Dabi was so badly injured in the first place. This isnt a W for the heroes or for Endeavor anymore. Once again our great hero drove his literal disabled abuse victim son to death in a desperate attempt to receive some type of validation from him. The easiest thing in the world for Endeavor to have ever give him and the one thing he really wanted was once again withheld from him until it was too late. A fucking "Sorry I didn't come to Sekoto Peak :(" isn't good enough anymore. Like I say this as someone who isn't even an Endeavor hater, the opposite, that just isn't good enough anymore. I mean, wow, Himiko and Shigaraki both essentially "sacrificed" themselves for the purity of people who actually didn't really care about them and actually just failed them one last time in the grand scheme of things so I just don't see how I'm suppose to really feel like its a satisfying outcome for them. We can't let our little centrist heroes get blood on their hands, what a crappy cliche way to end their stories. The tragic, outcast, well intentioned extremist lefty "villains" self destruct so the designated, privileged "good guys" don't need to feel any guilt or real consequences for their deaths or weight of the things they were trying to achieve. (Even though they are undeniably responsible!) Ugh, genuinely its so gut wrenching that all Shigaraki wanted in his last moments was for Spinner to know that he died trying. Like I'm sorry but they weren't "saved" as they should have been and as Hori had been suggesting to this entire time. I understand every one of them was shown to have achieved some morbid, tragic sense of peace before they died but I just hate that's all they got. Himiko and Shigaraki let themselves die ultimately because people said some nice words to them and did the bare minimum for them that no hero would ever do before. How far they had to go to get the bare minimum out of some fucking kids no less, not even actual licensed heroes, bruh like. Yeah, such a win for the heroes... /s.

I think a lot people miss the fact that the reason the LoV wanted to "destroy" the world was to create a better one, and this has a lot of tragic impact when characters like Spinner are canonly being murdered and mutilated in literal hate crimes to such an extent Spinner was unable to leave his house back in his home village without being attacked. But of course this is fine cause Shoji moved to the big city and is going to become a licensed hero one day so that'll def end all racism toward mutant presenting quirks, no flaws in that logic at all, why didn't Spinner just think of that himself. /s

I mean this is really just a salty rant because I know other people have articulated, I think, better than me, why this ending sucks ass, sends a crappy message, shits all over the whole narrative of Izuku and his friends becoming "The worlds greatest heroes" and overall feels to be out of the left field, and honestly is just a lazy and bitter cop-out with all the build up surrounding it and the fact that it absolutely DOESN'T tackle or resolve any of the social issues that the series has done nothing but make commentary on and that the LoV were all tragic victims to, which is why they took up the fight with the heroes in the first place. (Aka, government dogs, literally we've learned all of Hero society basically exists as a distraction and a shitty band aide for the oppression and demonization of people with quirks by governments who refused to actually adapt to the society of the supernatural and instead continued to systematically oppress people who were considered to fall outside of the social norm which is now more rigid than ever because society becoming supernatural should have REMOVED all said oppressive "norms" but instead it heightened them because people in power won't/wouldn't let go of what they considered "normal" no matter how outdated and defunct that "normal" was. ) Anyway, yeah, no the status quo has been upheld and the rebellious minorities who fought so hard to end their oppression have been killed and will surely be forgotten as little more than crazy terrorists. Huzza, the day is saved! /s

Idk man. I suppose we can hope that the UA kids put measures in place to try and correct hero society through taking on board the villains pain and their rightful and just complaints moving forward but IMO that feels unrealistic now because now they're dead. The war is won, history is written by the victors and it will be much more convenient to everyone WHO ARE STILL IN CHARGE (The UA kids are still kids who are still in school mind you, they have no real say or power in anything.) to just continue as normal as if we weren't given a clear idea that as long as hero society exists things will not improve for Meta-humans and their rights and the unfair prejudices against people and their quirks so... Yay.

But hehe funny super hero manga, yay the villains were defeated and the day was saved, the rain stopped, the sun is shining and the birds are singing! -powerpuff girls animated heart -

[houseoftulips]

IKEA Furniture Vs. Bakugo | K. Bakugo

feat. ~ time skip bakugo x reader

about ~ literally bakugo fighting for his life trying to put together IKEA furniture because most of us understand how painful it can be

content warning ~ pure fluff with swearing, any comments regarding IKEA furniture are what I've heard from my boyfriend LMFAO (he hates their furniture)

note ~ not completely proof read

There are so many reasons why you love Bakugo Katsuki...

His strong-willed personality, his ability to act on things without a second thought to save the people of Japan, his rather strong bonded love with spicy food that he's been making you build a tolerance for, and even the fact that he activates his Quirk to show off how frustrated he is.

And that last reason is nearing very quickly...

Because he feels like he's facing his biggest battle yet - him versus IKEA fucking furniture. By all the living and dead Gods, he doesn't understand how a simple drawer, desk, and bedframe could quite literally test his patience. He's never heard of IKEA till he met you because your previous apartment was invested with their furniture. But what he did understand is how cheap it is compared to other stores/brands.

So, when you guys bought your first apartment together, he didn't care about where the furniture came from because it's just fucking furniture. That's all you hear from him for the past two hours is him muttering "it's just fucking furniture. why is it so hard??"

He genuinely could not put together a simple bedframe. Earlier he barely put the drawer and desk together but god fucking forbid this bed frame just had to be the one you picked to be his villain for the day.

You try to hold in your giggles as you watch him get pushed to the end of the rather annoying cliff of white wood that wouldn't screw together. "Babe," you smile as you bite your bottom lip to stop your laughs, "Let me-"

"Like hell, I'd let you help me, woman," he grumbled with both of his eyes twitching in growing anger. "How in the living hell did you put this together??"

"I had help from my dad and I hired the IKEA delivers guys to put together the bigger furniture," you smile as you sit next to him on the floor. You kissed his shoulder as you hear him grumble incoherent words that made your sweet laugh slip from your lips. "Suki, just take a break," you cooed to him.

"Fuck no,' he said straight out, "I'm getting this stupid shit done. Like I'd ever let some pieces of wood stop me from doing shit!"

You sighed with a smile hearing his excessive curse words - which is another reason why you love him.

Then another two hours have gone by and he has yet to come out of your shared bedroom with a finished bed frame. More than every-so-often, you'd hear an aggressive toss of the wood pieces being thrown god knows where or him cussing out the screw locks not fitting in the hole.

"Stupid piece of fake metal!"

"Stupid fucking fake wood!"

"Damn instructions not makin' any sense!"

"Fuckin' screw! Where the fuck did you go this time?!"

"Damn Swedes makin' shit harder than it needs to be"

You were in the kitchen putting a snack together for him to see if it'll calm him down but lo-and-behold you hear his iconic loud and ruling voice from down the hall.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF USELESS SCREW!! WHY WON'T YOU JUST GO IN??" he yells, threatening to shake off the pictures from the walls. "THIS STUPID ASS SWEDISH FURNITURE!!" he yells out again.

Then you hear it. His frustration explosion goes off in the house. You sigh with a smile because you genuinely think it's funny to get a reaction out of him from pieces of wood. You slowly walk over to the bedroom and see him laying on the floor like a starfish with the once less than half-done bed frame in smithereens.

Upon hearing your footsteps Bakugo beats you from saying anything, "Those Swedes were askin' for trouble," he mumbles.

You laugh and plop yourself on his stomach which he is quick to hold onto your thigh with his calloused and warm hands. "You're being dramatic," you giggle making him scowl at you, "Now we have to get-"

"Fuck no," he interrupts, "No, we are not getting another Swedish fucking furniture ever again. We'll just have to sleep only on the mattress for the rest of our lives."

"Noooo," you complain playfully, "Just hire the delivery guys to put it together."

"I'd rather do that shit all over again than let some random extras do it for me," he says back before letting out an overdramatic sigh, "Fucking fine. Let's go back for another one."

"Yay!" you cheer as he wraps his arms around you and effortlessly gets up from the ground with you tangled in his body.

"But that's it. We're not gonna get anythin' else," he says as he walks towards to front door, "And no fake plants either!"

You pout as you pull away slightly to look at his face. "Why," you drag out.

Bakugo steals a kiss from you and smiles softly as he looks at you. "Because they're not fucking real," he mumbles against your lips.

"Whatever," you pout, "But if I find another piece of furniture we're getting it."

"Over my dead body that I'd let fucking IKEA get the best of me again!"

I'm thinking of making this a series with other anime characters or just MHA men

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part eight charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader (angst/fluff) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

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"You play?" You called though the apartment, crouching down infront of the piece. "I took the Leclerc's for more of . . . classical instruments." You noted, admiring the piece.

Arthur peaked his head from the wall, looking at you confused. "Ahhh." He snapped his fingers once he saw the red electric guitar leaning on the stand against the wall. "That's not mine, that's yours." He disappeared behind the wall again.

"Mine?" You frowned, confused. You didn't play any instruments as far as you could remember—

You entered the room loudly strumming the guitar to the tune of 'do i want to know' by arctic monkeys. "Mon Dieu, qu'ai-je jamais fait pour te déplaire. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi." [dear god, what have i ever done to displease you. please forgive me] charles screamed into his hoodie as you stood on the background. "Have you ever been beaten by a wet spaghetti noodle because you confused your girlfriend for her twin sister and fucked her dad? That's what it's like to drive a Ford f2 50." You could hear the other quartet boys wheezing on stream while charles bit on his sleeve to muffle his screams.

You chuckle pulling the case open. You're met by a nice surprise. Tons of polaroid photos fill the case, leaving enough space for the guitar. They were all pictures of you and Charles, dating from the beginning of your relationship till mid 2020 during lockdown.

"I don't think he would've hid that here if he knew you put all these there." Arthur chuckled, holding up a cup of hot coffee ( or was it chocolate? ) for you.

It was both. You sipped the drink, looking at the memories. "What'd you mean?" "Charles didn't think it was as romantic as playing the piano in the morning." The older brother-in-law, Lorenzo, commented as he walked through the hallway.

"Speaking of mister romantic." Arthur sat beside you wiggling his eyebrows. "You like him." You dry laughed which did end up in an actual laugh.

"vous êtes en retard de plusieurs semaines." [you're late by a few weeks] Pascale corrected her youngest son as she stopped by the room, looking at you with a soft smile. You shrugged, sharing the smile.

"Je serais idiot de ne pas tomber amoureuse de mon mari." [i'd be an idiot to not fall for my husband] I joked. Arthur folded his arms squinting his eyes, giving you a suspicious look. "Donner une raison." [give reason] He demanded.

"What is this? An exam." You scoffed with a laugh, nudging his shoulder. "For sentimental reasons." You stuck your tongue out at him, putting the guitar in the case and collecting your things to leave.

"Ie dois partir . . . uhh— maintenant!" [i have to go, uhh now] You snapped your finger once you remembered the word, kissing Pascale's cheek gently. The Your family gave you smiles and waved farewells as you put your shoes on and left for your car.

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"im safe" was the only message in the chat. You'd texted Charles almost a week ago to assure him of your safety. You didn't tell him where or with who you were, maybe that was why he didn't answer.

Was he angry? He probably was.

You sighed deeply, pocketing your phone as you approached your hotel room. You unlocked the door, pushing your suitcase inside. Charles was here, you could smell his cologne, or maybe because the shower was running and no one else would shower in your room.

Your eyes undiluted upon seeing the two separate beds.

The bathroom door unlocked and Charles stepped out. He was definitely surprised to see you, he wasn't expecting you till tomorrow. And you could tell. He wouldn't be standing there, naked, if he knew you'd be there.

"Sorry." Your voice came out raspy as you tore your eyes away from his bare flesh, looking away. You cleared your voice with a cough, starting to unpack your belongings in the closet. You could hear him move around before he reached for clothes from behind you. You could feel the steam from his skin and his breath on your neck as he paused to look down at your timid figure which got even timid-er when he trapped you between your arms, leaning closer to you.

You closed your eyes, sucking in a deep breath as you felt Charles lips ghost on the skin on your neck. A gasp left your mouth as you felt his hands trail down your chest and hips. "Charles." His name left your tongue like a prayer.

"Please." "You want me?" "I need you." You pleaded, trying to lean back into his body only for him to pull away. "You want me?" "I do. I need you." You begged again, feeling shame flow through your body as you breathed out the words.

"Char . . . les?" You felt him pull away with a scoff. Your face reddened with embarrassment as you heard him dress before taking his leave.

"You've finally done it." You mumbled to yourself stepping in the shower. From going to begging for you to rejecting you. This marriage was dead wasn't it? With a quick shower and tidy up, you collapsed on the not taken bed, staying there for the rest of the night.

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"Hehe, look at you!" "Me? Your face is basically- AMOUR!" Charles could feel his faint shouting and your giggling as he gently closed the hotel door after him. He kicked his shoes off before slowly taking strides to your non-moving blanket-covered figure.

He could see the light from the screen under the blanket, colors and figures moving. "Charles!" "Stay still- Y/N! Stop pulling- Y/N!" Your giggles and laughs filled his ears as he gently pulled the blanket to reveal the old digital flip screen camera playing videos from its files.

He could see his younger self trying to pull you closer from your jaw, trying to reach your lips and when he did he kissed you deeply, not wasting the chance to make out with you.

"You know I love you, cheri?" "Oh?" Your drunk voice sounded through the room. "You're so sweet carli-" Charles took the camera, shutting it off with an angry huff.

His eyebrows furrowed. He looked down at you ready to give you a scowl or a scolding only to find you sleeping, far away in dreamland. His shoulders relaxed as he admired you.

What happened? He kept thinking. It was not your fault you said these words. You were frustrated and confused. Heck you were a Seventeen year old, who woke up from a nap to find herself 7 years in the future in a 25 year-olds life and with her expectations.

"I'm sorry." He found himself murmuring quietly, the bed dipping as he sat next to you, gently brushing your messy hair from your face.

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"JESUS!" You stomped angrily, ripping your helmet and balaclava off. "Calm down, Y/N." "Don't tell me to calm down! You yourself said it was bad."

"No no, Y/N." Your mechanic tried to hold you back only for you to shove your helmet in his chest. "LANDO!" You called the British out and you approached his garage. "What the fuck was that?! Huh? Are we playing bumper cars?"

Lando sighed, rolling his eyes as he walked out, ready to shut you up. "You're making a scene." He scolded you, taking your arm to pull you somewhere private. "I am! That was crazy. You're crazy."

"Why do you care?" He stopped in his tracks, looking you straight in your eyes. "You crashed Charles out? He's in the hospital? He's my husband? You hurt my husband." I argued, not being able to stand him.

"He's not your husband." your eyes widened at his statement. "He's Y/N's husband. He's my best friend's husband. I don't know where she is but I'm definitely not looking at her."

You clenched your jaw and fists, glaring at him as he walked away. You took long strides in the other direction.

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"Fuck!" You screamed in your car over and over again as you parked at the hotel. You just wished you were back in f3, you wish this was all a nightmare, a bad dream and you'd wake up any second now and score p19 in that damn race.

Lando was right, you weren't Y/N. Nothing that you had was yours, you shouldn't have any of it all. You shouldn't even be here.

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"Again?" Charles grumbled, looking around the empty hotel room. Your things were here, but you were nowhere to be found. "Fucking hell Y/N." He cussed, going down the hall to look for you. You might've been at Lando's or Max's?

Neither. One had shrugged and told Charles he last saw you with Lando and the other told him that he last had a fight with you before you walked off. Great.

your things were here but you weren't. Maybe you were on a run? Yes, that must be it. You were just running your stress off, like you always do right? Charles waited. and waited. and waited. it was 4am, he was laying in your bed, his arm in the sling hurting and his eyes burning from lack of sleep.

Great. fucking great—

creak

and there you were, standing at the door, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Y/N, what the actual fuck?!" You flinched, looking up scared as he stomped over. You were ready for a scolding or for him to should, or hit you even. but you were instead pulled into his chest by his one good arm.

"Where the fuck have you been." ok he did scold you, but you still felt better in his arms. so you stayed there, hugging him for the rest of the morning. "your arm—" "fucking fine. just— SHH!" you stayed quiet, letting him nuzzle in your neck and caress your head.

"Where?" "Drive?" "Why?" "Needed to clear my head." "All night?" "Mhm." you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Text me then." "I did?"

You did. Take a guess on who blocked his number. "Sorry." "Just— dont fucking run off like that. It scares the shit out of me."

[lydiablackblade]

Lately I came across some comments here and there more or less saying David is now old and was kinda disgusting and basically not a good Crowley anymore.

First. Bitch please... Really. Are you insane? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Second. During the first watch of season 2 I found myself wondering "When tf did David get age like that?" But then I went through his recent videos and I figured, well, he didn't. Obviously he's not 30 anymore but as good-looking as ever.

But you have to admit there's something with him in this season. And I think this is intentional and especially noticeable in the last two episodes. DavidCrowley looks tired. Like... all the time. Worn-out. Worried.

He said they craved themselves a peaceful, fragile existence. I guess the emphasis is on fragile. He never knows when will it fall into pieces. He is always looking back over his shoulder, prepare for the worst, to protect his angel. I think he hasn't have a good sleep since the Armagedon't, so basically for years, not just because he's living in his car, but because he's is sleeping one eye open. And he couldn't let himself the luxury to tell this to Aziraphale, who's seemingly living the best time of his life (he's not). Crowley drinks six espresso in a shot, for someone's sake. And that was even before he came to know about Jim. He cannot let himself to calm down or be off-guard, because Hell is, well, just around the corner (kind of pun intended). They are traitors and forgiveness is only Aziraphale's favourite thing, not the Head Offices'. Shax pops up unexpectedly anytime. I think there were even other hellish ambassadors before her, she seems to be so new on Earth, cannot imagine she's been doing it for years now. Heaven is still, but we all know they are for a long game.

And he is exhausted, even I say haunted by the liftetime of terror he experienced both in Heaven and Hell. He was tortured. Punished. Not only once. He cannot forget that not only his existence is endangered but also his angel's. When he said to Jim he remember so very well when Gabriel told to Aziraphale to shut his stupid mount and die already... how he was scared to death and jumped back when he first met Jim/Gabriel in the bookshop... He is deeply traumatized. Has kind of PTSD.

And in the end he is tired of pretending and denying. This is a weight he cannot carry anymore. He's done. They are solving an emergency and new one is already on the way. It is never-ending story. He's so done with that shit.

And I think this is what someone may see as something is odd with David. No, it's not David, it's Crowley. The lights, the shooting angles, his skin tone, everything are stressing out his wrinkles, his furrows. It's is all about to show how burnt-out Crowley is. Or will be very soon. Caused by the fear and, I'd even say, by the loneliness.

Poor thing, I want to hug him so much.

[roach-works]

hey i'd just like to come on here and formerly apologize. i did more digging, and I realized frankly, i shouldn't have done that. and i'm extremely sorry. i'm not only regretting it because of the hate and whatever i'm getting in return, but i realized I shouldn't have come for you like that. it was in the past and i didn't think at all. and you're incredibly right with everything you said. i'm once again so sorry for coming out and harrasing you about something so long ago, and frankly, not even as bad as some others have done. you are right- i am just a silly teenager and i'm willing to accept my mistakes as one. this has taught me a lot. and yes, this is ser0_t0nin, i just changed my user because I had people messaging and sending me asks telling me to off myself, and having others attack my other socials. i am once again so sorry. thank you for this learning experience and I will never repeat this incident to anyone else. It was so wrong of me to just come out and accuse you of shit. anyways i keep saying sorry a lot but it's cause I am. I immediately regretted it, even after I sent the stupid ask in. i'm sorry if I made the day bad for you and I wish you the best. once again, for the seventh millionth time, im sorry. ps. you don't have to accept my apology i just hope you know i took everything you said into consideration and have changed my outlook on things. i'm sorry.

huh, it's fucked up that people have been telling you to kill yourself. while that isn't a lesson i would wish on anyone-- and i have repeatedly tried to make it clear to my followers that harassment is wrong and nobody should ever do it, no matter the target--it does serve as a pretty clear demonstration that the internet is full of reactive assholes who don't actually care about right or wrong, just finding their next victim. it could be me, it could be you. eventually it will be both of us.

im sorry you're having such a bad time. it was my intention to give you a sharp wake-up call, not weeks of undeserved suffering. as you can see, a lot of getting by on the internet these days is blind luck and a very thick skin, not behaving well or treating people right. still, being a teenager is hard enough without also slogging through harassment, so you've got my sympathies. i hope you get through this in one piece, and find a comfortable place to enjoy yourself again.

turn anonymous asks off, and good luck.

[chrollohearttags]

armin fucking you off of a perc…hear me out real quick.

cw: drug usage, spit kink, backshots, oral receiving (m), dumbification, choking, breeding, soft dom armeen 😩

it’s not something that you’d typically do..nor was it a thought that had ever crossed your mind. Sure, you’ve had your fair share of shots before sex or even sharing a blunt but nothing quite like this..

"I don't know why you're even making such a big deal. Just try it."

"Because, I'm not a fucking crackhead, Armin. 'The hell you think this is?"

it was the exact reaction that he would expect from you..still, it didn't make it any less hilarious or cute.

chuckling as he crawled next to you on the bed, Armin placed an arm around your back and massaged it gently.

"Baby, it's fine. I promise I'd never give you anything to hurt you. You'll like it, I swear."

he could tell that his little proposal offended you but truthfully, there was nothing to worry about. However, you weren't so convinced.

you had been with Armin for the better part of three years and one of your many bonding activities was getting high or drunk together..smoking and taking shots, it was the norm in your relationship.

but now, he wanted to try something a little different.. and by different, he meant feeding each other percs and seeing what happened!

more so in the bedroom. His friends told him how much better sex was with them in the system and he had to find out.

and that was cute and all but you didn't mess with that shit!

"You're freaking yourself out. That's all..here.."

that's when he'd reach over to the nightstand and grab the tiny baggie with two white pills.

you began to feel a tad bit nervous but he'd assure you it was fine as he took the tabs out of the plastic.

brushing a piece of hair from your face, he'd hold one between his fingertips before brushing it across your lips.

"Ion' know about this, Armin. You' sure this is good?"

as he began easing the tablet towards you, he'd prompt you to open your mouth. He had already taken his and stuck his tongue out to show you so.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes, babe. You know I do."

he'd then place a kiss to your temple and stare into your eyes as he whispered. "Then let's do it, okay? Open your mouth for me."

he knew what voice done to you..and damnit, it was working!

“Fuck it. Why not? Give me one.”

as you stuck your tongue out, he'd crack a faint smile and place the pill onto it; prompting it to dissolve.

giving you another peck on the lips, he'd tilt your head up and make sure you were alright.

"Good girl..see, that wasn't so bad. I'll be right back, okay?"

you'd nod your head and just lie there until he returned.

under the glow of dark red lights, you'd stare up at the ceiling with your fingers tapping into your bare stomach.

you were half clothed; only in thin lace panties and a t-shirt. Taking a couple deep breaths before exhaling, you'd shut your eyes and just try to relax.

it was always so funny when you blew your own high by worrying too much.

for now, nothing felt different so you'd just try to enjoy the euphoria of it and remain calm. Slow jams were currently playing from the television and admittedly, it was setting the mood.

your boyfriend was a very passionate lover and attentive one so he'd be extra careful of how he handled you with this in your system.

suddenly, your body began to tingle and you'd feel as if you were starting to float. It was strange, not like other highs you'd experienced.

"I'm back, I brought you some water!"

a shirtless Armin returned in nothing more than gym shorts as he kneeled into the mattress with two water bottles.

you'd thank him as he crawled beside you and draped an arm across your frame.

"How you feeling? You okay."

"Mhm, just fine."

giving him a smile, he felt relief in knowing you were okay. But there was a certain glimmer in your eye and he couldn't help but to notice.

as he faced you, he'd trace tiny circles into your bare hip, massaging the sensitive area. He couldn't help but to stare because you looked so damn adorable.

those soft, pouty lips that he loved, hair wrapped up for the evening and your bare face as beautiful as it was in makeup.

he could look at your forever and never grow tired.

a few more minutes had passed and your almond colored eyes began to shift downward and the mere tip of your tongue poked out.

he could tell that the drug was starting to take effect and knew it'd only be a matter of time. The suggestive music began to sound louder despite not getting louder.

"What's on your mind, pretty girl? Hmm?"

at that moment, the two of you drew closer and you'd nuzzle your face into his neck, lightly dragging your nails across his skin.

"Nothing..I'm just—"

your words began to trail off as you laid underneath him and he'd pick your head back up to look into your eyes. You were smiling and flicking your tongue yet.

"You're high. That's what you are. Not gonna lie, I can feel it too..."

with that cheeky grin still on your face, you'd start to place gentle kisses on his neck and caress his bare torso; making faint giggles in the process.

your fingertips soon started to trail down south and toy with his waistband and as a result, the bulge in them grew slightly.

whether it was the high or the lust, neither of you were quite yet sure but there was a way to find out. Twirling his fingertips between the strings of your panties, he'd tug you closer and watch as you felt him up.

you looked so pretty and submissive for him right now, groveling for his touch with those sweet little moans and sloppy kisses.

soon, the moment turned into full blown making out with your tongues intertwined and your bodies toppling over one another.

Armin slid his hands underneath your shirt and began to massage your breasts.

the room began to feel so steamy and the sounds were setting the perfect aesthetic.

the two of you wasted no time peeling the other out of anything that was left on and resumed the intense session; resuming with his mouth around your perky brown nipples.

he'd lick over the buds, swirling his tongue with trails of dripping saliva over them.

this was always his favorite thing to do, with the addition of fingering you at the same time!

"Your titties are so perfect, y'know that?" It was now his voice that had turned into a desperate whimper because this was his weakness.

licking, lapping and sucking on them always got you going and right now was no exception. As he lie there with one of your nipples dormant across the buds..

your warm slick was starting to paint his two fingers resting between your thighs.

everything was escalating so quickly that it hadn't even dawned on you that the two of you were about to experience sex like you've never had it.

"Shit..feels so good."

"I can tell..you're soaking."

meanwhile, your hand was resting against his swollen shaft. He was still a little soft but growing harder by the second.

tasting and touching you always got him hot and bothered eventually. Not to mention how you rode his fingers and whimpered in his ear.

the teasing and foreplay continued on for another five minutes or so before he withdrew and examined his work.

you had made a mess that trickled down to his wrist and your nipples were so puffy and hard..just how he liked them!

meanwhile, you had precum seeping all over your fingers and by this point, that Percocet began to kick in and both of you were like puppies panting in heat.

sticking those fingers into your gaping mouth, Armin grasped the back of your neck and he swabbed them around your jaws; as if he were trying to stretch them out.

his blue eyes peaked down at you to see yours completely glazed over and spit dribbling off of your lips.

it was as if you were levitating and didn't want to come down right now.

"Hey babe..I have an idea. Why don't we fuck until our minds go blank? Until we can't even think straight?"

all the while, he was still swabbing your mouth and watching you drool as if it were the sexiest thing ever.

it seemed you already beat him to the punch because you had barely spoken a word; only making cute babble.

"Mind go—blank..blank is good."

"That's right, princess. No need for thinking right now."

all Armin could do was laugh at how precious you looked. Seeing his baby go completely dumb was lowkey kind of hot.

and for once, you weren't worrying yourself into a frenzy.

he could only imagine how the rest of the night would transpire.

no need in waiting to find out though, so he'd kiss your temples and whisper in your ear to get on all fours for him.

with not even a moment of hesitation, your back was arched and he'd quickly get behind you. It was hard not to notice how good your ass looked underneath those red beams.

how amazing your body looked in general...he was obsessed with you before but that pill had him ready to do some ungodly things with you.

massaging the small of your back, he couldn't help but to imagine filling you full of cum, making you take his dick until you were shaking.

watching it go in and out as those pretty fluids smeared all over it..he couldn't handle thinking about it.

so he had to start moving!

pushing his hips forward, he'd grip the base of his shaft and tease it against you..

"Dripping fucking wet..oh my God."

muttering as he began poking those insides. Squelching sounds rang out in response to his first couple of thrusts.

but before he could get too far into it, he'd have an idea:

"Hold on, babe.." reaching down to grab those panties you had on, he'd wrap them around your wrists and bind them together.

now he had full control and you didn't mind it one bit.

"Perfect.."

letting out a gentle moan, you'd look back and give him a smirk to let him know it was okay to go deeper.

your small waist and big, round ass were making him want to drill you into that mattress.

especially with the way you were meeting his strokes so well.

it was apparent that you were stuck; nothing on your brain except fucking and being treated like a slut. Which he'd be more than happy to fulfill.

with your cheeks in his palms, he'd spread them apart slightly..only to coat your puckering hole with a layer spit that trickled down between your fat lips.

"Ahhh..so fucking good..wanna—cum on this fucking dick.."

Armin swirled his thumb pad across it before popping it inside to aid in fucking you. And god..was it working!

that glistening, pearly white cream was starting to make a mess of that throbbing dick. He could only fit five inches in; even with how wet you were, he was just so fucking big!

"Ooooh shit..you're doing it, baby..you're creaming all over my shit..that's so sexy..." he'd cry out pitifully.

eventually, the two of you were going back and forth, bouncing off of his pelvis.

it was pulsating as it pumped in and out, stretching you out with each stroke. It was buried to the hilt, full balls slapping up against your aching clit..it was everything you expected it to be.

and for some reason, it had you dripping and leaking down onto the sheets.

the bed was creaking underneath your weight as it slammed against the wall.

both of you were in a euphoric haze of pleasure; only fueled by pure lust and the pills coursing your veins.

there was no slowing down from this point. Your bodies worked together as one; bouncing off of one another in a heated blaze of pure passion.

"Haaaa! Arminnnn, fuck! You're fucking me so good, baby."

"I can't help it, this pussy is so goddamn good! What the hell?"

your whiny voice wailed into a high pitch due to the constant pounding. That's when he'd pull you back and up against his chest.

that's when he'd place a hand around your stomach, the other on your throat and gentle kisses on your ear, cooing to you.

"You feel that? You feel that in your tummy, princess? How fucking deep I am?!"

and he was too! So much to the point, a bulge began to form and he started pressing through your skin.

your legs were trembling and he didn't exactly help your cause when he began toying with your clit. The hardened little bud ached against his fingertips as he traced the tiny circles.

"Yes baby, I love it so much!"

you were going hot and heavy, smacking skin sheathed in sweat. And soon, you'd cover him in your fluids as well.

before you knew it, you were spraying the covers and his upper legs with arousal.

"Fuck! Fuck!" He had no choice but to pull out as you spasmed all over his cock. However, he had the perfect place to put it..

with your wrists still bound, he'd lay you flat to the bed as he repositioned to be in front of you.

seeing your face light up in excitement, meant that his plan had worked. You were freaky enough as it was but you were insatiable tonight.

your tongue out on display and your eyes gleaming for him.

"Oh you're so cute like this, baby..you want me to fuck that little throat? Hmm?"

"Mhmm." replying with an eager nod and he was happy to fulfill.

with that, he'd grip the top of your head and ease it into your mouth. Inch by inch, he glided back and forth against your tongue.

he couldn't help but to whimper so helplessly at the warmth of your inviting throat and the way you swallowed him so effortlessly.

all of that spit and precum seeping from your lips was driving him insane. Maybe he had created a monster!..

but that didn't stop him from bucking his hips and pushing it in as far as he could.

"Good girl, you love that, don't you? I bet you want to touch yourself so bad right now."

and he was absolutely right. You were throbbing and dripping all over again, especially with the way he looked down at you like his prized slut. He knew how much you liked being handled.

still, the only sound being made was faint muffles and gagging noises emitted from your throat.

soon, he'd speed up those movements and before long, you heard a loud grunt, along with the grip of your hair in his hands.

"I'm coming, princess! Fuck, take it!" Armin's voice winding into a high groan yet again as it was him who reached their peak this time.

and he didn't spare you on filling it up. It was as if every feeling, sensation and movement was ten times more intense!

"Open up, let me see." And you'd proudly show off that you had swallowed all of it before he even had to tell you.

"Good girl.."

"Thank you, daddy."

the words making him reconsider stopping right now. He was lightheaded but that drug had both of you hungry for more.

lying down on the mattress this time, he'd undo your makeshift restraint before patting his thighs and telling you to get on top and face the TV.

he didn't care if he overstimmed himself at this point, the only that mattered was leaving you full of his nut.

grasping your waist, Armin balanced you until you sat comfortably atop his dick. Watching that ass stick out and your hands on his thighs, he couldn't even contain himself.

but you wasted no time in riding it as if you owned it. Going slow, you'd bounce and spread open with each thrust back.

you were constantly giggling and moaning, so he knew you were enjoying this as much as he was.

that tight grip was something serious..and dangerous!

once again, you were creaming only a few minutes in and he had to have some control!

it wasn't going to be easy though because as you sped up, he'd find it hard to stop himself from meeting you with rough strokes.

soon, your bodies moved in unison, feeding off of each other as you went dumb on his shit. Going in circles, taking him to the hilt and smothering it with your cheeks.

"Oh fuck, baby! That's it..ride me.."

he couldn't take it, you were fucking him like a pornstar. Losing all control and going faster by the second.

pounding it up into you, he'd grit his teeth and try to give you all he had left. You wanted the remainder of it in your womb so after a couple more times, you'd both reach that point of ecstasy at the same time.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

spilling from between your lips as that hot, creamy nut poured from between your thighs.

both of your eyes faltered to the back of your head and you'd collapse atop his body.

his chest was beating a million miles a minute but it was worth it. This was one hell of an experience, even though you had drained him dry.

you'd look back and see him panting incredibly hard, chest rising and falling, and his toes still pent up in a curled position.

"Are you okay?"

through shallow breaths, he'd managed to answer.. "..never better!"

and you couldn't help but to smile!

"Then I say our little experiment was a success." leaning down to give him a peck on the lips. One thing was for certain..

you'd have to do it again!