#im thinkin of one right now!! and no one can stop me

[sammyloomis]

i love making up little stories in my head of my favourite characters from vastly different franchises falling through portals into each others worlds and meeting like this is a crossover episode on cartoon network

[todayisafridaynight]

obsessed with the bullets from my 'physical impacts from 'gaming'' notes for class cause they all talk about violence and aggression an yeah that sure is a thing in videogames but have you considered ichiban deserves to enact a lil violence. just a bit. also he's the light of my life and the ray of sunshine in the dark and

[strwbrymlkshake]

Why can't I be satisfied with everything? It needs to be perfect to me and I can't accept anything otherwise :(

[hearts-4-vicky]

thinking abt Giselle tying up g!p reader to the bed and sitting on your face! Gigi would have to tie your waist down to the bed bc you can’t stop humping the air trying to find any type of release. Gigi would be so mean, suffocating you with her pussy while she degrades you and tells you that you’re not doing it right! Tears would be falling down your cheeks as you mumble out a barely audible apology while you were tongue fucking her hole and sucking on her clit. She would tell you it’s okay because you’re just her dumb baby! When she finally cums in your mouth and all over your face, you feel like you were in heaven! Your eyes rolled back and you came untouched, making a mess of your pelvis! When she got off your face you would tell her thank you with her slick and cum smeared over your face, Gigi would call you a pervert for cumming untouched :( She would stuff your mouth with her lactating tits and ride your overstimulated cock until you were shooting blanks!!

anon, angel, do u wanna kiss????🙏CUZ UR MIND OH MY GOD

warnings: dom! aeri, sub! g!p reader, mommy kink, aeri being mean :(, aeri being kinda nice towards the end?, squirting, overstimulation, face sitting, pussy eating, aeri slaps ur balls, cum eating, lactation, reader is a loser, A BIG LOSER, reader is stupid reader is sensitive asf😭, reader sobs cuz shes a stupid sensitive loser, (y am i bashing reader 🙏💀) pregnancy mentions, aeri takes pics

i feel like gigi would come outta nowhere, full on naked, n ur dick just JUMPS but like cant even blame u🙏 her tits would be leakin a bit, pussy WET n u cant even react bc she just rips off ur clothes n tying u to her bed posts!!!!!! ur so confused cuz shes never did smth like this b4?? “aeri what the fu-“ “shut up whore, its mommy to you.” and suddenly ur mouth is shut (only open to eat mommys pussy😘) and ur thinkin w/ ur dick😝 aeri gets on the bed, pussy hovering over ur face with ur mouth still shut tight, not knowing what to do?? finally, her pussy meets ur lips n u do… nothing??? youve never been with a girl before, only watching twitter porn videos (you can only watch 15 secs b4 ur cock just explodes 💥💥💥💥💥) getting impatient aeri brings one of her hands to your jaw, forcing u to open ur mouth n shes suffocating u with her puffy pussy, grindin on ur mouth, plushy thighs barely able to block out the sounds of aeris moans😍 “Use your- ah- tongue stupid bitch” (im giggling i want her so bad) stickin ur tongue in n out gets aeri to let out a satisfied sigh but she takes notice of the precum leakin out ur tip n starts giggling???

UGHHHH aeri would js be so MEAN to u

“You getting off to this slut? Mommy hasn’t even touched you and you’re already close? Fucking pathetic.” aeri leans over to give your balls a few hard slaps, stopping when ur cock begins to twitch🥺 she moves her hand to the place where your shaft meets your tip and has a firm grip on it, making you whimper and start to sob “You’re stupid if you think you’re gonna cum before me” aeri moans out as she starts to grind harder on your mouth😝 you’re sobbing so loudly now bc ur overwhelmed n aeri is jst being mean to u:((( but ur sobs n whines send vibrations to aeris core n she squirts all over ur face!!!🥺🥺🥺 so focused into her orgasm she lets go of your dick and you cum so violently, humping the air, getting your cum everywhere

aeri gets off you, letting you speak “‘m sorry mommy! p-please! please don’ leave your slut! wan’ taste m-mommy’s milk please….” you sob out, giving into your mommy so easily🥺🥺 aeri doesnt respond as she turns around, slams down on your cock, bouncing up and down quickly, shoving her leakin nipples in your needy mouth🥺 and yeah! she does fuck you til ur shooting blanks into her warm pussy🥺! but since you’re cummin so much she teases you “You, fuck- want mommy to get pregnant baby? You gonna share mommys milk with our baby?” your eyes widen, shaking ur head thats trapped in her tits to protest “Words, baby, mommy wants to hear you use your words” aeri whispers to you, never slowing down her pace❤️ she pulls you away from her spit soaked tits so you can answer “no mommy! don’ wanna- mmh!share your boobs with no one else!!” cumming in the middle of your sentence was so embarrassing for you but aeri didnt care that much💋 she gets off your overstimulated cock, causing you to whine loudly “Oh yeah? With how many times you came in me theres no way we aren’t parents yet. If only there was some way to prevent that…” she trails off before climbing back up so her pussy is near your face again. “Maybe you should be a good little slut and eat your cum out of mommy’s pussy.” aeri smirks seeing you nod vigorously, so cute, all for her🥺

“Good girl” is all aeri needs to say before sitting on your face again, you’re so eager to eat her again! even if you’re eating your own cum in the process!! aeri can’t help but snap a few pics of you being so pussy drunk and sends them to the aespa group chat🥺 not even a minute goes by before she gets a notification from the gc,

“Aeri-unnie, can we share her? please?:(“

“Ofc ning❤️ come home quick k?”

I WAMT HER SO ABDF OH MY GOD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

anyway first ask done😍❤️

bye my loves stay safe💋💋💋

[chaotic-mystery]

Drive Me Crazy | Joel Miller

Dbf! Joel Miller x f!reader

✰ smut ✰ 18+ only ✰ minors DNI ✰

cw: phone sex, lots of nicknames, teasing, mutual masturbation, a panty thief.

All of my dbf! Joel is pre-outbreak, but he’s not a father (I’m sorry!)

ꨄ Let me know what you think, feedback and comments are always welcomed as are requests/ ideas! ꨄ

Your phone rings as you pick it up to see ‘Joel’ across the screen and you smile to yourself, clicking the answer button and give a simple, “Hello?” His moans instantly flow to your ear, your eyes going wide. Trying to stay composed, you give your dad an apologetic look and tell him softly, “Sorry dad it’s one of my friends; boy issues. I’ll be back.” He understandingly nods and shoos you away. With that you make your way to the guest room upstairs, locking the door behind you. “Joel are you fucking crazy?! I’m at my dads, you can’t just call and moan on my phone like that!” 

“I’m sorry baby doll I just needed you to hear how fucking horny I am for you right now. I’ve been like this all damn afternoon, just thinkin about you non stop. How your pretty lips feel wrapped ‘round my cock, the way you gag when I start fuckin your gorgeous face-” he cut himself off with a groan, and kept going. “I miss how wet you’d get for me before I’ve even touched you, you drive me crazy, sweetheart…god damn do you drive me crazy.” you could hear the wet sounds of him jacking off in the background, and that made your mind wander. You lay down on the bed and drag your fingertips up and down your torso slowly as you listen to the moans get louder. 

“Yeah baby? You miss the way I’m absolutely dripping for you by the time you shove my panties to the side to fuck me?” you teased him and added a little moan at the end, and he groaned deeply. “Oh I bet you love when I shove your panties to the side and fuck your hole like a slut, sugar.” Your hand makes it to the waistband on your panties, you contemplate on joining along. Deciding to do it, you plunge your hand in and find your throbbing clit, giving yourself relief immediately. “Joel I’m so wet for you right now you have no idea. I wish you were here right now eating me out. Your tongue all over my pussy, licking all my wetness up as I beg you for more, for you to stick your cock inside me and rail me.” You could hear how much he loved that, his breathing became heavier and the sounds of his hand slipping up and down his cock got faster. 

“Fuck me, baby doll. Keep going please, I wanna cum for you right now with your slutty little panties around my big cock. You nasty girl, you let me keep these after you came on my face in your daddy’s garage” His moans got louder in your ear, and you bit your bottom lip to keep yours inside. “Joel, think about me playing with myself while I'm on the phone with you right now, how my clit feels so soft and slippery under my fingers because of you. Joel I can’t stop it feels too good, thinking about riding you with my tits in your face, you spanking me to go faster” your hand picked up speed and the white hot burning feeling was starting in the pit of your stomach. “Baby cum for me right now, cum in my panties so I can give you a new pair to jack off in” Just saying that made you closer to cumming. Your brows furrowed and your mouth opened slightly as you couldn’t keep your orgasm back any longer. It rang through your whole body as you squeezed your thighs shut, bucking your hips to ride it out. 

“Fuck..baby doll..fuck..fuck..I-I’m cumming baby, Im cummi-” his moans took over and you can tell he came a lot just by how he groaned. “Oh shit baby doll, oh fuck” he said through gritted teeth, and he gave one last sigh before he spoke. “You’re so good t’me sweetheart. So how long before you can be over for round two?”

[moonybug444]

toxic thoughts with connie<33

tw toxic relationships/lowkey abuse?? | connie grabs you by your hair n threatens ya | mean connie☹️☹️

thinkin about connie n you being in a toxic lil on and off relationship. calling it quits every other day cuz youre just so bad for eachother.

you guys are screaming n throwing shit at eachother every chance you get. but its never your fault, no its always connies.

“youre a fuckin idiot (y/n),” he takes another drag from the blunt in his hand, “‘nd you’ve got one more time to raise your voice at me before i come over there and beat the shit outta you.”

its just a threat. an empty fucking threat, you know it is, but glancing up at him shirtless, muscles bulging with nothing but his plaid blue boxers on and a mean glare on his face. you cant help that chilling shiver that goes down your spine.

“m’not—dont call me that!”

“maybe than, lets see…” he lets out a mocking loud laugh, “dont fucking act like one?” you hate how he wants to make you cry. how he wants to see you act a mess. how he does everything in his power to upset you. and you hate he he almost always wins. always pulls a reaction out of you.

you feel the tears spill over your cheeks before you can even try n hold em in and you do everything in your power to not just flop down on his clean grey carpet and roll around and curse him. thats what connie springer does to you.

“‘m so fuckin done with you,” you pull up the strap of the lightpink nightgown silk dress connie gifted you as a im sorry for fucking up, again gift that just flops right back off your shoulder, “nd m’serious hic this time, you wont every hear from me again.”

bullshit. you know its bullshit. and it pains you to admit, but you dont think you’ll ever truly be done with connie springer.

connie sits up at that. intrigued. “oh really?” he’s putting his joint out in the ass-shaped ashtray he stole from jean and scratching his hickey covered neck (from guess who) and you can tell hes not taking you seriously. he never does.

his tone is mocking when he huffs out, “go ‘head, y’know where the fucking door is dum-dum.” he’s grabbing the remote, just about to turn on somethin other than the lame shit playing on tv before your throwing one of your bunny slippers directly at his face.

atleast you tried hitting direct. it barely grazes his ear but youre still satisfied when you see his scrunched up face.

and you know hes real mad. his handsome face is turning red at the minute and hes grabbing the slipper from his side before heading towards you.

you try to get away quick, little feet making it maybe two steps out the room before hes grabbin you by the hair and pulling you towards the ground. “ow—connie,” here come the tears again, “s-stop..! let go of me!”

“stop all that fucking crying before i really give you some shit to cry about,” hes letting go of your hair and turning around before your shoving him from behind, trying to get even. “dont fucking touch me! i dont fucking care—” he cuts you off, “shut the fuck up. my gosh.” and hes turning around, grabbing you by your now scrunched up nightgown and pulling you real close to his face.

he can see how upset you are. the tears streaming down your puffy face, your brows all furrowed and all the hiccups coming from your swollen, wobbly lip. sometimes yeah, he does feel bad for how he treats you. the random disappearing days when he knows how much you depend on him, the name-calling even though he knows you cry over every-fucking-thing, the pushes and the shoves knowing your barely half his size. all of it.

still he cant help it. maybe theres something wrong with him. he doesnt know and he doesnt really care. he knows you wont leave so what the fuck, why would he stop?

“look at you,” he takes the hand that isnt practically raising you up to your tippytoes and cups your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “your the prettiest girl in the world y’know that? too bad your a crazy bitch.”

>_<

its only like an hour later n youve forgotten all about the petty fight with your boyfriend. forgot that you threw the slipper at him cause he was being sneaky with his phone nd refused to let you see it. dont care tho. you love him again.

“feels so good baby,” he groans, pushing in n out of your slippery pussy with his thick cock, “i love you so much…y’know that?”

you’re being shuffled down towards his standing form some more, ass hanging off of the bed and pushing against fat balls that are pat, pat, patting against your squishy thighs.

“yesyesyes, love you—i-i love you!” you dont even know what the fuck your saying—cant process anything but the feeling of his fat cock stuffing you full. hes so deep n you and its hard to even breathe. feel like hes up your nose.

“s’deep connie ngh…m’cummin again,” youre looking up at him. watching his pretty eyes open n close again n again. watching him bite his saliva covered lips and waching his button nose scrunch up in pleasure. your eyes flick down to obvious bulge in your tummy and you mewl wrapping your legs around his moving hips. trapping him.

your pussy is so fucking greedy, suckin him in again n again and she still cant get enough. connies bringing his hand down and pushing right on that bulge in your pretty tummy that has you both whining. looking you right in the eyes, “go ‘head princess,” and he giggles when you let out the sluttiest little moan, “that feel good huh?”

youre whining out the loudest connnieee follwed by some praise before your squirting all over him, getting both your tummies soaked up and making a mess all over his dark blue bedsheets.

hes following close after with an annoyingly sexy, fuuuck baby and coming right in your swollen pussy.

youre so tired. can hardly open your eyes when you feel connie already pulling out of you to go clean you up. grabbing one of his freshly cleaned sweat towels usually reserved for basketball, crouching down and dabbing it around your messy pussy.

“there you go princess,” hes speaking not to you, but to your cunt, “good as new.” hes leaving a big wet kiss to your pussy like he always does, standing right after and hovering over you to leave an even wetter kiss to your abused lips, throwing the towel somewhere across the room.

>_<

your cozily straddling connie in his bed, being lulled to sleep by his fingers smoothing over your hair.

hes smoking again, cautious enough to not blow it in your face though—he knows you hate smoke—thats only for when he wants to piss you off. you hear him clear his throat.

“m’gonna stop this baby,” hes smoothing over the same roots of your hair he tugged on earlier, “m’serious, no more of this arguing shit,” he grabs your face, pushing your lips into a pout. “ill do better.”

yeah fucking right. you both know thats bullshit. you guys ‘ll be back at all the screaming n yelling tomorrow.

[catsfor2]

out west (ellie x reader)

warnings: guns/firearms

a/n: howdy guys. not sure if this is what everyone was picturing but this was SO MUCH FUN to write ☺️😋☺️. i definitely do not think they used the word “daddy” in the wild west but i wanted to use it soooo😩😩😩😩also here are the random bits of western slang i used (taradiddles - lies, rumours. sage hen - woman, lady. ‘at sea’ - scared/confused. bellyache - worry. flannel mouth - shithead politician basically) im sorry if i effed this up 0_0 -j

His oversized poncho was black. So was the bandanna covering his mouth, and the large hat hiding his eyes. His revolver, resting like a small child in his gloved hand, stares you down mercilessly.

The figure looked of a ghost. A silent, lifeless bundle of fabrics, rippling in the wind. No face. No skin. No humanity.

And he matched the description of the poster exactly.

“No—no, please, my—my Daddy, he’s the sheriff! It’s more trouble than I’m worth, I’m tellin’ you, please!” You beg, eyes beginning to water and voice already panicked.

He says nothing, boot-clad feet pounding the wood floor carelessly as he walks towards you.

“If you do this he’ll find you! He won’t stop until he finds you! Please don’t!”

It was like talking to a pile of bricks.

The outlaw continues to charge ahead, wordlessly, and you find yourself desperately trying to see where his eyes would land under his hat. He approaches, big and brooding, until you’re face to face with that soulless bandana and downright trembling.

“I—I’d make a real good wife, really, I’ve learned all the—the sewin’, the cookin’ and—and ranchin’! I know it all I promise! It’d be a waste!” You plea, knowing it’s a last resort, knowing this man does not care.

In an instant, his hands clutch your shoulders and forcibly shove you to the side and out of his way, sending you stumbling. His attention lands and focuses on the wall that was behind you.

The poster?

Suddenly, his arm thrusts out and snatches it, like the crack of a whip, before frantically tearing the paper into tiny little pieces.

You watch as they all float down to the floor, feathery and weightless.

You see the brim of his hat turn to you first, and then his head, slowly, like he’s noticing your presence for the first time.

The hand not holding his revolver rises calmly, loosening the edges of his bandanna just a touch. He clears his throat.

“Girl like you knows how to ranch?”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head.

“You’re—”

“Sorry, these damn posters—always…writin’ up taradiddles. Got people thinkin’ I’m some madman, when really,” a finger flicks the rim of the hat, flipping it off of his head and into his grasp. “I’m no man at all.”

You feel yourself reeling, barely able to understand his words, or, her words. The hat had covered up her blue eyes, almost oceanic in color. The bandanna, hiding her soft thin lips. Basically criminal, all the fabric denying you sight of her face.

She went against almost everything Daddy had taught you. It was as terrifying as it was alluring.

“Well you look a bit at sea, darlin’. Why so scared?” She asks, placing her revolver in its holster and walking a bit closer to you.

“I—I don’t get how,”

“How? How what? How a sage hen can shoot? I can tell you right now I cut a cleaner whistle than your Daddy.” She grins, palm now itching closer to her weapon.

“No I—I believe you, it’s alright. Please don’t bring that back out.” You rush, the fear starting to sink back into you.

“Oh, honey, I don’t hunt the good ones. You’ve nothin’ to be scared of,” She assures you, her hand reaching out and feeling some of your hair. “now that sheriff Daddy of yours? Can’t say the same for him.”

You pause, hands balling into fists.

“You know what? My Daddy told me all about you and what you’ve done. I wouldn’t be speakin' so kindly of yourself.” You bite, slightly catching the gunslinger off guard with your tone.

“Oh, did he? Well your Daddy clearly don’t know me too well,” she rebukes, gesturing to the torn pieces of poster under her boots. “do you always believe everythin’ Daddy says?”

“Of course not—”

“I bet Daddy told you that storks bring the babies, right? Did he tell you that?”

“When I was young, but—”

“I bet he also told you about marriage then? One man and one woman?”

You stop talking.

What was wrong about that? Isn’t that how marriage is?

“Most of all, I bet he done told you all about the perfect husband you’re gonna get. Some flannel mouth he works with. Daddy’s girl only gets the best, right? That what he say?”

“I—” You turn your head, a little defeated. “I ain’t marryin’ no flannel mouth,”

“Oh yeah? That’s what’ll happen if you keep listenin’ to Daddy.”

“You don’t know jack. Just a crazy woman with a shootin’ iron. You won’t ever find a husband, I know it.” You spit, not even really believing your own words.

She laughs, rather abruptly, hands rested in the loops of her gun holster.

“Got no bellyaches about that, darlin’. I promise you.” She says knowingly, eyes unwilling to break their gaze from you.

You don’t quite understand what she means by it, especially the way she’s grinning, so you say nothing. Her eyes watch you darkly, following your movements and sending messages you can't translate.

Before she can speak, you remember.

“Oh—my Daddy’s gonna be back soon. I don’t want you to be here when he does.” You tell her, glancing at the doorway behind the both of you.

“I won’t be.”

“Alright—will…will I see you again?”

“Oh sweetheart, you want to?” She questions, starting to re-tie the black bandanna around her mouth.

You blush, sweetly, and the outlaw basks in it. She takes her hat back off, kisses it gently, and places it in your hands.

Her head moves to your neck, barely getting close enough to your ear and whispering faintly.

“Tell Daddy it’s from a suitor, yeah?”

Your cheeks heat, sheerly from how close she is, but also at her words, which feel so much dirtier than they should be to you.

Following that, her leather-covered hands grab your face, and she places a warm kiss on your cheek through the bandanna.

Only lightly could you feel the outline of her lips in the fabric, and it sets you on fire nonetheless.

“Thank you,” you murmur, unsure of how to respond and dizzy with excitement.

“Don’t thank me yet,” she warns, voice a bit muffled. She pulls down the bandanna one last time, and with a wink, tells you,

“I’ll be back for my hat.”

[ryndicate]

Hypothermic ⨳ Todoroki Touya

“Still thinkin’ about running?”

warnings: fem body/pronouns, zombie apoc au (ofc), assault, enemies to not quite enemies, gun mentions, choking, quirkless au (no scars), blood mentions, dry humping, make out, starts out dubcon as in he doesnt ask first but she doesnt tell him to stop, and a semi ungodly pov switch but let’s run with it

event: @medusashima’s Rise of the Dead collab! Click the link for similiar lovely works!

notes: thank you for being so accommodating of me Dusa!! this came right from my soul. Love how its somehow a zombie au fic with no direct contact with zombies but like.... it works. and im over the moon about it (himmm)

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The first thing Touya notices, besides the glaringly obvious there’s an intruder—is that somehow, you’re both pretty and don’t look like much. Pretty in a way that wiggles old thoughts into his brain, old from long gone time where’d hesitate to hurt a little thing like you. But there’s a more prominent, high prevailing relief that he’s confident he can, because he has to. Because of that stupid little ramen cup that you’re helping yourself to right now. Because there’s no way you’d have that right now now unless—unless…

The undead corpses on his front lawn had been his first clue to something being wrong. Shoto doesn’t leave the zombie fuckers to rot if he can help it, an annoyance Touya’s barked at plenty of times as a waste of time and energy, only for his words to be met with quiet disapproval. So to find four of the disgusting things still pouring putrid black and stenching up the frost on his front porch…well, it gave Touya reason to be cautious. Swallowing a burst of nostalgia, he quietly opens the kitchen window—the back door squeaks loud enough to wake the dead—and climbs through with perfect silence, a skill earned in a long forgotten world that had been nothing but a blessing in the world it had turned into. The slow movements it requires give his swirling panicking mind a moment to gauge all the what if's, but when he discovers that the person sitting in his house is not his little brother it's impossible not to come to a single grim conclusion. 

That’s how he was lucky enough to get the drop on you, sitting in front of the makeshift fireplace in his beaten up living room, slurping up that ramen cup like it’s the only thing you’ve eaten in days—and given how his last run went, it’s pretty fucking likely that's how it is. Touya had already been in a pretty foul mood on his return to the safehouse, leaving to find the one thing they’re always running out of. And for the first time, he had nothing to fucking show for it. Clouds on the horizon sent him trekking home empty-handed. Scavengers fearing the approaching cold probably cleared everything out before he could get a look in. Everything they had left to eat, which wasn't much, he’d left with Shoto—who'd promised him that stupid instant ramen on his return. Said he'd save it for last. And damn it all if he couldn’t trust everything that came from his brother’s mouth, even in a world like this. 

The seconds are dragging past in Touya's mind but he knows in real time you'll notice him any moment now. By luck or skill, you've survived this long, and that counts for something. He can't give you the benefit of the doubt. He’s got a gun, secured in the waist of his jeans, but it’s been out of bullets for ages now. It’s mainly been a deterrent for strangers, kept in vain hope that he finds more ammo one day. He’d use it now, if he wanted to scare you.

But he doesn’t. Touya’s past that now. His knife comes off his belt just as silently as he came through the window. Stepping quickly on the balls of his feet, Touya crosses the room towards you, and you react a mere breath before the blade finds a new home in your neck.

Your body twists, and his reach slashes too wide. Before he can redirect the arc you’ve got your hands braced on his arm, forcing it straight with a strength he couldn’t have expected from you. Touya snarls at the combination of anger and fear on your face. You have no right. 

“The fuck’re you doing?” you growl at him through grit teeth. There’s evident strain in your voice so Touya doubles down and your wince sends a blistering satisfaction tearing through his body. When your grip weakens, he lets the blade fall and tackles you to the carpet. 

You let out a muffled yell as your back hits the ground hard, and Touya is quick to plant himself over your center mass, hands bearing down on your throat. You buck and thrash, trying to dislodge his weight, movements limited as you try to block him from cutting off your air. Touya spits a curse down at you as your nails shred at his wrists and the back of his hands. It’s incredibly difficult to keep hold of you. You’re like a fucking animal, choking and wheezing and hissing and fucking growling at him as you fight him off. With ridiculous effort, you manage to shove one of his hands off and get leverage with your feet on the ground, using his own weight to send him in an ungainly tumble to the floor.

It’s startling how quickly you react after that, gasping for air and lunging for him, putting a fist in his gut. The force of it shoves air and spittle from his lungs and has him sucking in air desperately. He rolls away from you as you pounce at him again, your shoulder checking his chin and giving him the taste of blood in his mouth before he gets a solid shove at your chest, resulting in a moan of pain. There’s a brief pause as he staggers to his feet and he freezes as his eyes lock with the gun you now have pointed at him.

You seem to have frozen as well, joints locked and chest heaving.

After a long moment Touya scoffs. “What? You just gonna point the thing at m—”

The gun clicks; time shifts; Touya jerks. 

There’s no gunshot, and your eyes fly wide in obvious fear. Time slows down just enough for him to realize that he recognizes that gun, patting his waistband. His eyes narrow, and you react, whipping the gun right at him.

Touya dodges and you turn and sprint from the living room. He lunges after you, skidding nimbly into the hall as you make a run for it. He grabs at the back your jacket, howling a curse as you jerk out of his grip, the material making an audible ripping sound and snagging at one of his nails instead, forcing him to falter. Blood wells up out of the cuticle and drips down his hand; Touya grips it tightly, hissing through his teeth and tearing after you again, catching up with you right as you start slamming a door on him. He gets his weight against the door and there’s a mad struggle as you both become opposing forces, but there’s a moment where he loses traction, the blood from his finger making his hand slide.

The door slams shut and Touya slams his fist against the wood as fury overtakes him.

“Where’s my brother, you fucking bitch!” 

Fucker was carrying an empty gun!

You wildly look around the small space that you despairingly realize is a bathroom. The man is still pounding on the door, shouting, and shaking the handle. You have no idea what he’s talking about and you need a fix before he stops being pissed enough to figure out that a few solid kicks is all it would take to get through the flimsy wood. You rip down the grimy plastic shower curtain and twist it tightly around the handle, looping it through the towel bar above the sink, hosting a pair of decrepit floral washcloths that look like they haven’t been used since patient zero. You continue weaving the figure eight until you’re forced to tie it off as you run out of length. It’s not much, but it’ll buy you an extra minute or two if you’re lucky. 

The handle creaks with one last aggravated twist. There’s a short silence that follows as you stare at the door, heart beating out of your chest. Then his voice filters through the door, a throaty rasp full of a rage that makes you quake with adrenaline and fear.

“Ain’t nowhere for you to go, lady. Get the fuck out here and maybe I won’t kill ‘ya.”

This not what you’d bargained for. “Like I’m gonna trust the guy who tried to stab me without so much as a hello.”

He chuckles, a soft sound that you’d find pretty if it weren’t for the way your skin breaks out in goosebumps that have nothing to do with the cold. “You want a hello? Come get one.”

Ignoring him—and the way your body tremors—you turn and start trying to peel away the board covering what must be a small window. If you’re lucky enough to get it off, maybe you can drop out through the window. 

But after a solid half hour of tugging, scraping and peeling, and nothing more to show for it than torn and bloody fingernails, you admit defeat. Wincing, you carefully wipe away the blood on your jeans and listen to see if he’s still outside the door. It’s hard to tell anything over your thumping pulse in your own ears, but it sounds quiet. 

It’s better not to risk it. You settle against the back of the tub and sit; if you wait long enough, he’ll pass out and you can slip out quietly. Moving quietly and disappearing is the only thing that’s kept you alive this far, especially after the last group you left. The last thing you want to do is be out at night, between the cold and poor visibility—that’s just asking to get killed. But no part of you can deny that facing that deranged stranger outside this door would be doing more than just asking. 

Time passes slowly, painfully. Ever since the turn, dozing off idly became a thing of the past, something dangerous. You’re stuck being alert and aware of every little creak, every little sigh this house can produce. The wind tears around outside and your fingertips have become numb. It’s gotten much colder tonight that it has in the past few days, and you dig your arms from your sleeves into the body of your clothing in an attempt to keep warm.

A light tapping puts you on edge before you realize you’re shaking so hard that the buttons on your jacket are clacking against the floor. You clench your jaw. You have to try now; if you wait any longer it’ll be too cold to make it down the street, let alone how far you’ll need to get away from this place to feel comfortable ever again. Your joints protest as you stand as silently as you can, after sitting for so long. It’s much more painstaking to get the shower curtain from the door; it’s like trying to tiptoe with a windbreaker, but eventually you manage and crack the door open. 

The house is dark, but even after a few moments no one shoves the door open, so pull it wider and peek out. There’s no sign of him. You step quietly out and feel your way down the wall, back towards the living room. There’s no chance you’ll get your pack back, not much in it besides clothes and water anyways, but you’ll have to make do. You inch into the kitchen where you remember seeing a backdoor, and gently turn the lock before pulling the door open. The hinges squeak so painfully loud that you suck in a breath, heart thudding in panic, but that’s not what has you frozen, shivering in the doorway.

What you heard from the bathroom floor wasn’t just wind, but a full blown snowstorm. It’s too early for snow, at least you’d thought, but here it is swirling so thick that you can’t see more than a couple of feet into the yard, and there’s already about a foot of snow. The moon highlights your breath getting swept away in the wind.

“Still thinkin’ about running?”

You shut the door and warily face him, not deigning to answer. The chances of making it more than a couple of blocks without freezing to death are slim. You can’t see much but his silhouette and a mess of pale hair, so it’s hard to make out what he’s thinking. All you know is that he hasn’t wrapped his hands around your neck yet.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t go pointing a gun at me again, and I won’t kill you tonight.”

“Try not to stab me then.”

You think he’s smiling. “No promises.” 

Another shudder wracks through you and you try to tighten your jacket around your body. There’s a tear somewhere near the underarm seam—another reason why running is a terrible option.

“C’mon. It won’t last the night, but I’ve got a small fire going.” He turns his back on you, and you have no choice but to follow him. “Name’s Touya, by the way.”

The “fire” Touya’s got up is nothing but a few table legs crumbling into ember, but you have to admit it’s much warmer in here than it was in the bathroom. The soft light gives you your best look at him yet, and you notice he’s far more handsome than he should be. Hair a bright white, his skin is fair beneath the light grime, and he has piercing green, maybe blue eyes—it’s hard to tell in the flickering orange glow. 

He glances at your raised eyebrow and scoffs. “Look, it’s all I had left. Shoto was supposed to be gathering wood while I was gone.”

You sit slowly a small distance away from him, as close to the fire as you can get. He tosses you a ratty blanket that had been hanging off the back of the couch. “Is Shoto your brother?”

He looks at you and scowls. “Yeah he is, and the only reason I haven’t come after you again is because I have no leads if you’re dead. I need you, if I’m gonna find out what happened to him.”

“Is that why you attacked me?” you ask him quietly. He’s throwing a couple of torn book covers into the embers, light flickering brighter as they catch and blaze. “You think I—”

“An eye for an eye,” Touya chuckles, his expression hardening into something devoid, something frightening. 

“I didn’t kill your brother.” You tell him softly, wondering how you’re supposed to convince him when he’s already convinced himself. You have no idea who he is. He simply stares at you.

“Right.”

“Look when I got here, there were a bunch of zoms in the yard. I barely got past them, my knife broke in one of their heads. I figured the place was empty and needed somewhere to hole up. I never saw your brother, I swear.” Touya’s expression is still hard, but his eyes have begun to flicker with doubt. “Bet you went through my bag already. You know I don’t have any weapons. I’ve got no reason to lie.”

“Other than to save your own neck.”

“Isn’t that what we’re all trying to do?” You glare at him. “Look, if he was here, I would’ve asked him to let me in. I’ve never… I’ve never killed someone like that before.”

“Like what?” He looks at you now, eyebrows slackening at the tremble in your voice. “You were all too willing to pull the trigger on me.”

“Self-defense is different.” You look away, curling your legs to your chest. “I’ve never…murdered someone. I’ve seen it happen before, but I can’t. That’s why I’m so good at running.”

Touya stills, seemingly taking in your words, sifting through them like one would examine sand through a looking a glass. Finally, he sighs.  

“He’s not dead.” You glance at him; that didn’t really seem like he was talking to you, so you let it rest in the air like that. His eyes shine in the dying fire before they flicker and pin themselves to you.

“So that’s why’re you alone, then? Couldn’t kill someone?”

Your lips twist into a frown, and you look away from him, resting your chin on your knees. Your mind is a swirl of blazing violet eyes, crimson full of rage, viridian vexed of indecision. “My last group was falling apart. Left before things got ugly, been on my own since.”

“How long ago was that?” Touya asks quietly.

You peek at him warily. “Long enough.”

He nods at you at that, grunting as he lays down and gets comfortable. You take that as his signal that conversation is over and follow suit, inching closer to the tiny flames that you vainly pray will last the night.

The night passes but sleep does not come for you, held at bay by memories that you wish would fade as quickly as the fire seems to, a deep cold settling over you as the embers turn to smoke. You pull the blanket tighter around you, now scared to sleep in case you don’t wake up.

“Well fuck,” Touya sighs, sitting up and leaning on his palms. You can hear his teeth chattering. With the fire gone you can’t see his face, there’s no lighting coming through the covered windows either. “Daylight’s still a few hours off. That sucks, ain’t nothing for it.”

“What?”

He rolls into your space and you try to scramble away from him, only for him to yank you to his chest and curl and arm around your back.

“You’re fucking insane.”

“No, I’m fucking freezing, and not interested in dying. You interested in dying? Or I don’t know, losing a few fingers and toes?”

You glare into his chest, clenching your jaw to keep your teeth from echoing his own chattering.

“That’s what I thought.”

After your racing heart settles, you hate to admit that it’s the only way. Wrapped up in his arms, tugged tight to his chest like this…it’s still cold, but an endurable kind of cold, the kind that has you worming your way closer to him to make it less uncomfortable. 

“Don’t,” you warn him as you feel his cheek stretch into a grin against your temple.

“Alright, alright. Fine. Could make this nicer, you know. Just sayin’.”

Suspicion blooms in your chest at his cheeky attempt at charm. “What are you talking about?”

A growl tears up your throat as he rolls you onto your back, ready to shove him off but you tense in shock as he leans down and closes his lips on the spot right beneath your ear. You exhale sharply on instinct. You haven’t been touched like this since—you slam your mind closed on those thoughts and try to think through his tongue tracing over your pulse point.

“Wh– what are you doing?”

“‘M gonna make you warm,” he whispers, nosing up and nipping lightly at the shell of your ear.

“Holy fuck, you are crazy. I’m not sleeping with you,” you hiss sharply, trying to wiggle away from him.

Touya tosses his head back in a wry laugh. “Sweetheart, if you think I’m dropping my pants in a blizzard, you’re crazier than me.”

“Then, then wh—”

“Shut up and stop thinking for a minute, won’tcha?” Touya grumbles and lowers himself back towards you, capturing your lips and working your mouth open with a little rumble of approval when you relax back to the floor. One hand comes up to hold your cheek, fingers cradled around the back of your head and the way he groans into your mouth sends a heatwave of embarrassment and arousal crackling across your body.

He paws at your covered chest, something warm and hard digging into your thigh as he grinds against you, and you resist the insane urge to wrap your legs around his waist.

Like he’s reading your mind, long fingers dig into one of your thighs and hike it up, and you gasp into his mouth as he shifts and suddenly his clothed dick is pressed hard against your core.

“Oh, you ain’t so hard are you?” Touya chuckles as you bite his lower lip in retaliation. You can almost imagine his eyes flashing at you as he begins to grind against you in slow, controlled motions. Your clit throbs underneath the rub of denim, and you can feel yourself slowly soaking through the material of your panties. “Still fiesty though. ‘S nice.”

“Fuck you.”

Touya groans, fingers digging into your hips as if trying to pull you up into him. “Don’t make me think about that, darlin’”

“Not your darling.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep reminding me darlin’.”

He moans low and sweet into into your neck, suckling softly in one spot and continually moving to the next. It’s maddening and you keep shifting and rocking your body into to his, feeling pleasure unfurl in you so hot and deep, clit pulsing and sensitive, sparking until you’re sure it’s going to take you apart.

Touya stiffens, hips jumping before he grits his teeth and collapses gently over your chest, fists curled tight on either side of your head. The swirling ball of pleasure that had been moments from reach boils and begins to fade, leaving you gasping in frustration.

“Seriously, you’re stopping now?” you whine, squirming when he holds you in place. 

“‘M not interest in finding out how fast my pants would freeze to my dick with spunk all twisted up in there,” he snarls under his breath, biting back the urge to keep rutting against your body. “Believe me, sweetheart. Blueballing myself is not the end goal here. Fuck. You’re warm now, yeah?”

You’re struggling to get your heavy breaths under control, not giving him the satisfaction of a response. You’re warm all over, but you don’t know how long that’s gonna last. 

Touya grabs the ends of the blankets and makes sure they’re tucked around you both, shifting so that he’s no longer on top of you, but on his side next to you. “Then fucking sleep, okay? I know you haven’t yet. We’ll figure it out later. Deal?”

You snort. By figure it out, you wonder if he’s talking about the thing still twitching against your hip, or the whole mess of a situation. But either way, you’re heeding him. As the rush slowly drifts from your system, exhaustion takes over and you find yourself dead asleep, tucked under his arm. 

[rinstrumental]

lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense…

ellie williams / 1,261 words

# college au yay, making out (but no smut lol), why is this still so h*rny im sorry, not proofread, you guys are both DOWN BAD

It’s a hot summer night, which means another party. The sun is in the middle of its descent, and you’re here with Dina in the backyard, the both of you clutching to each other to avoid getting broken up too soon. Mosquitoes weave in between the crowd, and it reeks of weed and pool water and sweat. Generally not a great scene, but you’re here anyways.

“Fuck, I really don’t want to be holding on to you right now,’ Dina groans, loosening her grip on your arm slightly. “Do you see her yet?”

“I can’t… find her. Sorry, just stick with me for another minute, help me look for Ellie.”

“I could tell you that girl was waiting for you in hell and you would dig there to see her.”

She’s not wrong. You think that this might just be the equivalent of hell itself. She’s also not wrong about your determination to see Ellie Williams.

Ever since the both of you met and hooked up at the beginning of the semester, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. You jumped at every chance to see her, made every excuse. Clearly the same could be said with her - Ellie had skipped class on multiple occasions just to make out with you in a stairwell. You have no clue how long this fling would go on for, but god are you enjoying yourself.

“There she is!” Dina sees her before you do. The moment you spot the back of her auburn head, your breath catches in your throat.

“That’s Ellie, right?”

Her hair is uncharacteristically down from its regular bun. Did she cut it? Your gaze runs down the back of her neck and lingers over her exposed shoulders. You almost drop to your knees and thank god for the sweltering weather and Ellie’s inclination towards sleeveless tops. Her tattoo is on full display, and naturally so are her lean arms. Is that your hairtie on her wrist? You feel lightheaded.

“Jesus, chill. You just caught a glimpse of her and I can see your legs shaking already.” Dina’s sharp remark drags you back to earth and you whip to the side to see a look of disbelief on her face. Before you can respond, she sighs and shakes her head.

“One day I’ll have a girlfriend who looks at me like that.”

“She is not my girlfriend.” You turn to look at Ellie again, who’s talking to some guy you’ve never seen in your life and nursing a bottle of beer. You see her throw back her head in laughter. Jealousy pangs in your chest, even though you know Ellie would sooner kiss a grandmother over any man.

“Yeah, and my name is Jesse,” she shoots back. “Speaking of, I should probably go find him. See you. Call me if you don’t go home with Ellie.”

You finally push Dina off your, mortified but still laughing. “Go. I will.”

“Use protection!” she yells back as she disappears into the crowd.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you make your way towards Ellie. She turns around when you tap on her shoulder, eyes widening when she sees who it is. God, she looks even more gorgeous up close, green eyes piercing yours and her confident smile

“Look who finally decided to show up,” she quips, leaning in to give you a hug. ‘I told you to call me.”

Ellie is acting cool, but honestly? She truly thinks that she might burst. You look ridiculously sexy in that dress, she thinks when she pulls back, holding you at arm’s length to admire you. Since when did you start doing your hair like that, and why the hell didn’t you start earlier? The sheen of sweat and the flush on your face just makes her want to pull you into the nearest room and-

“Did you cut your hair?” you ask breathlessly. Ellie’s heart skips. She could listen to you talk like that for days.

She subconsciously reaches to brush the back of her head. That is your hairtie on her right hand. “Err, yeah. Just a trim. Do you like it?”

“I love it.” You smile and rub Ellie’s forearm tenderly, still in the post-hug proximity with her.

The mystery man that Ellie had been talking to mere seconds ago is long forgotten. Hell, everyone in this party ceased to exist the moment you walked in. If I don’t kiss her right now, I will actually die.

She cranes her neck to whisper in your ear, enjoying the way your breathing speeds up when she gets close again.

“Why don’t you show me how much you love it?”

A few blurry moments later you’re back in the house in some random poor girl’s room, straddling Ellie’s lap as she kisses your neck, the alcohol making her movements even sloppier and heavier. Your hands are gripping at the hair at the back of her head and you’re grinding mindlessly on Ellie’s thighs. Her hands are on your hips, guiding and encouraging you.

The muffled music from outside makes its way into the room, along with the occasional shouts and screams. A poster of a boy band stares at you from above the bed. This environment is the least sexy thing you could imagine, and yet here you are, thoroughly lost in the pleasure the girl under you is providing. You don’t think you could stop if you tried.

“Every time I see you, you somehow get even hotter,” you say in between gasps. “I don’t know how you do it.”

Ellie pauses for a minute to look up at you, her half-lidded eyes gazing at you with what you could only pin as adoration. Her cheeks are bright red and there’s sweat making her bangs stick to her forehead. You’re not even doing anything to her and she looks utterly debauched.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” she rasps. “Even just hearing you say that… I could get off to your voice… I mean, I already do, but…”

Any other day you’d be taken aback bu this confession, but right now all you feel is pride. This girl is like putty in your hands, and to be honest, so are you. You say nothing and yank gently on her cropped hair. Ellie whines, and you could listen to that forever, but you shut her up with a kiss. She tastes like beer and raspberry lipbalm.

“I can’t help myself when I’m with you,” you sigh when you withdraw from the kiss. “I don’t know if there’s a thing I wouldn’t do to just be like this with you… all the time…”

“Just… fuck? All the time?” Her hands are hitching up your dress, running over your ass and up your back. Goosebumps follow in the wake of Ellie’s touch and your back involuntary straightens when she reaches your bra strap.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t you?” Your voice is barely a whisper now, the cool air from the fan hitting your bare back as Ellie unclips your bra. She expertly pulls it off, barely getting it tangled in the sleeves of your dress. Her hungry hands move to massage your tits and you moan, bringing your hands down to grip Ellie’s strong shoulders.

She unzips your dress and it slips down your shoulders, exposing your bare chest. You feel her hips jump a little at the sight, and you feel your heart thump even faster as Ellie leans in to press kisses to your collarbone.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

[mythicalmyles]

congrats on all the followers!!! you deserve it 🥺

i was wondering if you’d be up for Brian/Hoody x reader where reader is Tim’s little brother? full creative liberty i only ask that it’s absolutely depraved and perverse 💗

😈 i like ur thinkin (readers 18 turning 19 soon), 18+

Hoodie was shocked when Masky had invited him to crash at his brothers, he hadn’t even known he’d had one. He wasnt going to pass up the possibility of a warm night on a comfy bed. Hoodie had silently watched the two talk, Masky had gotten up causing them both to shoot him questioning looks.

“The boss needs me to uh. Pack some stuff thats due to be shipped at four am.” (Name) still had a questioning look but didn’t pry further. “Need help?” Masky shook his head. “I gotta do this one alone.” Hoodie just nodded and sat back, making himself comfortable.

(Name) put on a movie after some awkward silence once Masky had left. “I hope you like The Warriors.” (Names) voice was soft and Hoodie couldn’t help but stare down his ass as he bent over to slide the DVD in. (Name) made his way to the sofa, sitting back where he had previously sat if just a little further from Hoodie.

The larger male hid his grin, he was a pretty little thing. He’d look prettier bent over with Hoodies’s cock ramming into his guts. As much as Hoodie wanted to pounce on him he held himself back. “You can take Masky’s bed, it’s in my room if thats okay?” (Name) knew not to expect Masky back anytime soon and he couldn’t be bothered setting up the spare bed. “Thats cool.”Hoodie’s voice was deep and he didn’t miss the way the smaller males eyes racked over his body.

(Name) made it halfway through the movie before yawning for the millionth time and standing up, stretching his body out. “I’m gonna go sleep, uh, don’t worry about waking me im a heavy sleeper, night.” Hoodie had to bite his lip to stop a smirk painting his face. “Goodnight.” He called back. “Thank you for that information.” He spoke softly to himself, listening to the sound of the other flop onto his bed.

—————

Hoodie stayed until the credits rolled before he made his way through to the bedroom. He chuckled at the snores that came from (Name), if he slept as deep as he snored Hoodie was in for a good night.

Hoodie climbed right over the pullout bed and slotted himself in behind (Name), wrapping his arms around his midsection as he pulled him in close. (Names) snoring didn’t change and Hoodie smirked, he was so vulnerable. Anything could happen while he slept, he didn’t even feel Hoodie’s hand slip into his pyjamas and start playing with his cock.

Hoodie felt victorious as the boy kept snoring while he played with his cock, his thumb rolled over the tip, spreading his precum. (Name) involuntarily twitched and Hoodie paused, relaxing when (Name) kept snoring.

Hoodie pulled back, manoeuvring the smaller male onto his stomach. Hoodie pulled down his pyjamas enough to expose his ass, Hoodie bit his lip at the sight of (Names) hole. He moved himself onto his stomach, pushing his arms under (Names) hips and pulling his ass apart. Hoodie’s tongue liked a stripe over his hole, continuing despite (Name) jumping at the attention to such a sensitive area. As expected he kept snoring, except small whines and moans would fall from his lips every now and then as Hoodie’s tongue circled his rim, teasing by pushing in slightly.

Hoodie broke his restraint, diving face first into (Names) ass. Hoodie’s relished as his best friends little brother starter moaning louder the faster Hoodie tongue fucked him. “Wh-whats happening?” (Name) suddenly moaned out, Hoodie chuckled against his hoke causing him to whine and push back into the new sensation.

Hoodie’s kept him in place as he continued eating him out, smirking at the cries that fell from him. (Name) moaned loudly and couldn’t help but grind his ass back onto Hoodie’s face. Hoodie’s slide one of his hands further down so he could slide one of his fingers into (Names) hole. Hoodie’s growled as (Name) squealed, loosing his mind. The feeling of being stretched and having Hoodie’s wet tongue play with his hole was euphoric.

He knew his brother would probably be really mad if he walked in on his best friend tongue fucking his little brother. (Name) couldn’t help but moan at the thought, he wanted Hoodie’s cock inside of him. He was quiet but he seemed dangerous, like a blinking red light was going off above his head. But (Name) had always been attracted to shiny things.

“You like that? God i wonder what your brother would say.” Hoodie gruffed out as he pulled back, an evil glint in his eye aa (Name) let out a moan. “Ah-no! Please do-ont tell him.”Hoodie slid another finger in, stretching out (Names) hole. (Name) moaned and pushed his ass out, getting high pitched when Hoodie’s fingers sunk deeper into his hole.

“You want me to stuff my cock in here?”Hoodie questioned, relishing in the whine that left Hoodie little brother. Hoodie slapped his ass hard enough to leave a print of his hand, his fingers still fucking his hole. “Please! Please stuff me.” He cried out as Hoodie slapped his ass four more times.

Hoodie’s grinned and pulled his fingers out, quick to replace them with his cock. Hoodie grabbed (Names) hair, pulling him so his back was flat against Hoodie’s chest, cock completely sheathed in the smaller male. “Tell me how much you love it pretty boy.” (Name) shook as he moaned. “So good, so full.” Was all he managed to gasp out as he leaned back into Hoodie, stretched more then he ever had been. “You’re a virgin arent you?”Hoodie laughed. “Ah! So what?” (Name) questioned as Hoodie assaulted his prostate, slamming deep and hard into him.

Hoodie paused for a moment, circling (Names) hips against his cock. The door opened and footsteps made their way to the couch, both Hoodie and (Name) pausing as they heard a body flop onto it. “Oh. Big brothers home, you better be a good boy and be quiet. Im sure you don’t want you’re big brother hearing you moan like a whore for his best friends cock.”

(Name) whimpered as Hoodie’s hand gripped his mouth, the other gripping his neck as he fucked him deep. “Think he’ll come in? See me balls deep in your greedy little ass?” (Name) whimpered behind Masky’s hand, body convulsing as he finally came. He clenched around Hoodie almost unbearably tight causing him to cum, Hoodie’s rode out their highs before collapsing onto the bed, turning (Name) over. Hoodie’s mouth found his nipple and he began lightly sucking on the bud, he smirked up at (Name) as his hand moved to circle his other nipple. (Name) covered his mouth, trying to stop his moans from reaching Masky.

Hoodie chucked before finally pulling away, moving up to steal a kiss from (Name). Hoodie was quick to dominate the kiss, his hands around (Names) neck as he pushed him into the mattress. “You belong to me now.”

[inkskxtch]

what if the gone series and mortal kombat had a crossover,,,,,

No secret that lately my hyperfixation has been Mortal Kombat 1 and i can’t stop imagining a universe where Gone is a hit tv series and a character gets introduced into MK as a guest fighter (like Omniman, Terminator etc). ive been thinkin about this for like a week straight now and had to write out some of my ideas cause this will literally never happen BUT.imagine if it did .nothing wrong with imagining right?? (im insane🫶)

Gone has a LOT of characters that would make great fighters in the game, but Drake would definitely be the most likely choice since 1) the MK series already includes characters with telekinesis, fire power, gravity etc so his whip hand would be a unique addition to the roster, 2) he’s a Gone fan favourite and 3) Drake’s character fits in perfectly with all the over the top blood & guts of mortal kombat lol. I can’t see a character like Sam or Dekka willingly carrying out the unnecessarily gory kills that happen in the games LMAO

Some stuff to mention before I actually get into the notes ive scribbled down about drake as a fighter: in my mind it’d be Gone/Hunger drake before brittney & their regeneration, just cause it saves things getting too complicated with the bodyswapping etc etc plus MK already has characters like Havik that can regenerate so it makes for fun dialogue lol. I wrote up this stuff based off the gameplay in MK1 so just.visually imagine that in ur brains when reading ok thanks

In MK1 each character has two fatalities - Drake’s first one would feature the coyotes since they were a major part of him as an antagonist near the end of the first book. The second fatality would bring in the wire he tries to slice Brianna up with during Hunger, while referencing ahead to Plague where Brianna splits him through the neck & waist.

I have a rough idea of what Drake’s fatal blow would be like - starting the fatal blow with a basic whip slash, then after the kameo fighter does their hits Drake would move in and whip the opponent again, spinning them around then kicking the back of their legs to knock them down onto their knees. The camera would shift to show the opponent’s hands encased in a cement block (signature coates academy move lol), before Drake grabs the back of their head and smashes it down against the block for the X-ray hit.

Haven’t thought of the actual brutalities for him yet (he’d definitely have a couple with his guns) but I think each character has around 4 or 5 different lines they can say after completing a brutality - i did have ideas for those so i wrote some down :>

Last thing i though up for fun was a bunch of fight intro dialogue against different characters on the roster; these r all so stupid and some of them aren’t thaaat great but yknow what. i had fun thinking them up (if anyone has any more ideas pleaassjsje let me know and ill add em lol)

I know i talk a lot about how much id love to see Gone as a 2D-animated series, but thinking about 3D models of the gone cast in the style of MK1 would be so sick… would also be fun to see other characters carrying out their fatalities on drake LMAO, always love to see that guy getting his ass kicked

[vampyrsm]

No please, don't stop yourself. write about merfolk bakugou. I'm actually generally curious on what you come up with.

Plus the amount of tension would just be too great. Like one minute he would look like he was absolutely pissed and the next he would be flirting with you. Plus he would playfully splash water on you using his tail to try to stealthily see through your clothes, but when he doesn't he gets disappointed. And when you finally start flirting back he gets shocked, flustered, and horny all at the same time.

Omg now you got me thinkin about it.

oh my god sorry i took so long to get to this, i've been staring at it every night before i go to bed but never able to rub my two brain cells together to form words anyway i really am going to do a long fic on this i swear, merfolk/merman bakugou has me in a violent chokehold

YES!! the tension would be so good oh my god, so im imagining at first you think he's trying to get you off of his section of the beach. its got beautiful white sand, no trash in sight and its just absolute paradise so of course he wants to protect it from the human who wanders into his territory, right?

wrong. hes just frowning at the fact you're one of the most beautiful people he has ever seen and you have two legs but he has one gigantic tail hindering him unable to just grab you and drag you back to the pretty cave with the bioluminescent algae that lights up the entire cave so he can ravage you :(

so yeah he definitely opts instead to try and flirt with you when he can, brings you the prettiest of seashells, flashes his teeth a lot more, his tail changes colours in accordance to his "mood" so its always a beautiful bright shade of red that fades into orange when hes around you-- just means hes horny & trying to peacock for you LMAO. definitely unashamed in the way he will use his tail to splash a lot more than he needs to just to see if he can get a peek underneath.

you're initially unsure if you should even be flirting back, he is technically some sort of... fish? right? so at first you brush it off, let him work himself up and get annoyed at the fact you're not reciprocating until you finally bring HIM a seashell you found or a very pretty pebble. man is shocked, hes just "??? for me???", has already decided you're his mate for life so he tries extra hard in working to get you into the water with him.

sighs, im gonna write up a draft for this now

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hellooo!!! may i request a regressor!stiles and cg!derek fic? im thinkin maybe some of the pack heads to the mall for the day, stiles is running on something like 3 hours of sleep and just cant stay in it so he slips! derek helps out? maybe by making the mall trip more bearable for him or getting them out of there?

maybe this could be one of the first few times hes seen stiles regressed so hes still not entirely confident in what to do?! anyways the rest is completely up to u ^^!

- @bebbie-bilinski <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cared for ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| derek hale x stiles stilinski | read on my ao3

notes: this got so derek centric & so long my apologies

warnings: mentions of derek’s family, stiles not taking care of himself properly, pet names, pacifiers

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Derek’s hand twitches by his side, an urge to reach out and place it on Stiles’ shoulder, to stop and ask if he’s okay. As the mall trip progresses and the longer they spend walking through each store, the more exhausted Stiles looks.

It’s been at least three hours by now and while Kira’s finished up her shopping, including helping Scott pick out a new heft of clothes, Lydia’s gotten her selection of makeup bought; they’re all still trying to help Malia. This is the first time she’s been in a mall since she turned back into a human, it’s overwhelming for her, Derek can only imagine how her supernatural senses are making things sound and smell. Peters been helping Lydia guide Malia through what to buy, how to find the right sizes and what materials she likes, everything that’s needed for a successful shopping trip. And while Derek would love to indulge in seeing his uncle act so tenderly and be so welcomed by the pack, his mind keeps drifting to Stiles.

They drove here in Stiles’ jeep, just them two, and normally that’d mean Stiles would ramble happily to Derek, but today it was almost dead silent. Part of Hale had been worried it was because of their newest development in their relationship, him watching over Stiles when he’s regressed, but then Stiles had yawned loud enough for Derek to cue into what’s going on with him. He’s far too tired to be on a mall trip, never mind one that runs over three hours.

Derek knows he should take Stiles home and get him tucked into bed, let him sleep the rest of the weekend if he so pleased to. There’s still a hesitation to take that authority, to decide for Stiles, he doesn’t want to push too hard. Risk breaking the trust Stiles has put in him.

“Derek?” Peters voice drags Derek back to the store they stand in, he glances around a second to gain his bearings. Kira, Lydia and Malia are by the dressing room, Scott trailing behind them as he talks to Melissa on the phone, Derek can tell it’s Melissa because Scott never speaks that much Spanish with anyone else. Finally he lands on Stiles, where he leans heavily against the stores wall and struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Are you okay?” Peters hand is firm on Derek’s shoulder, gripping it the same way he did when they were kids, when Derek had been plagued by nightmares that made him scream out for Peter, for Laura, for Talia.

“I think I’m gonna take Stiles back to the loft, he needs sleep.” He thinks he sounds like they did, like Peter, Laura, and Talia did, making the decision for Derek that he needed to be looked after. Cared for. He wants to be that for Stiles, to be the safety he once needed and can now give.

“Okay, text me if you need anything. Take care of him.” Peter pats Derek’s shoulder before he stalks back over towards where Malia’s waving for him. Derek takes a breath to steady himself then turns on his feet to walk to Stiles.

-

“Stiles? Hey, hey, easy, just me.” Stiles jerks more awake when Derek shakes his arm slightly, watching how the brunettes eyes flick around quickly before settling on Derek’s face.

“We movin’ stores?” It comes out slurred and groggy, Stiles reaching to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“We’re going home.” Derek keeps his voice as soft as he can muster without letting all his concern show through.

“We’re done?” He nods instead of trying to explain that they’re the only ones leaving, knowing that Stiles would just fight to stay and give a million reasons why he needs to be there. Derek always appreciates the stubbornness Stiles put up, it reminds him of himself, but Stiles isn’t in any state for an argument.

“Yeah bud, we’re done. I’m gonna take you back to my loft.” He takes Stiles hand when the little leans onto Derek’s shoulder, all his weight shifting to be against Hale. It breaks Derek’s heart. He wishes could scoop Stiles into his arms and carry him away, make sure he never exhausts himself like this again. He settles on squeezing Stiles’ hand tighter.

-

They make it to the loft with no complications. Derek’s even able to talk Stiles into riding on his back up the stairs so he could stay in the half asleep state he fell into on the ride back.

“There we go, comfortable?” He asks once he’s taken Stiles’ shoes off and laid him back in Derek’s large bed. He debated taking them back to the Stilinski house but figured they’d have less of a chance of getting interrupted here.

“Jeans aren’t.” A huff of a laugh escapes Derek, he nods before tuning over to his dresser. The bottom drawer has become Stiles designated drawer for all his little gear, it’s not a lot, nor does Derek think it’s enough, but he’s able to pull a pair of fleece pajama pants out and a pacifier Stiles adores.

“Here, now lay still as I get your jeans off.” The idea of causing some type of harm to Stiles or making him more uncomfortable pains Derek. He takes his time pulling the jeans off before slipping the fleece pants on. He darts his eyes up to Stiles as he works, watching with a small smile how Stiles happily sucks on the green pacifier that he’s taken to quickly.

“Feel better?” Stiles nods along before his arms open up, urging Derek to come lay beside him. Derek’s heart stops for a split second seeing it, knowing how much trust it takes for Stiles to be so vulnerable, he’s heard a couple times about how Stiles’ regression is something he doesn’t share with many. With anyone really, Scott and Lydia know, Alison knew, and now Derek knows. That’s it.

So Derek graciously shrugs off his jacket and climbs into the bed, allowing Stiles to curl into his side and place his head on Hales chest. It doesn’t take much longer for Stiles to fall asleep, his heartbeat and breath pattern even out, a comforting rhythm that Derek sits awake to listen to. He carefully moves to take the pacifier that’s gone slack out of Stiles’ mouth, placing it on the bedside table for when he wakes up, before Derek allows himself to drift off. He hopes Stiles feels the safety and security that in Hales arms that Derek did with his family after those nightmares, when he had caregivers looking after him.

[jaymicrosoft]

Ghosty Dance

You and Danny get closer and closer by the second.

TRIGGER WARNING: Sewerslide

“You can see me?” I asked, glancing around your house with the house phone tucked snuggly against my ear.

” ‘Course I can, doll. Blue really does wonders for you.”

His cocky tone made me scoff as I glanced down at the blood red pajamas that clung loosely to my skin.

I scoff and say "Blue? are you colorblind? Im wearing red not blue" i say sarcastically; looking around myself.

”Right, darlin’.” The person on the otherside as I shifted a little to adjust my position. Then your gaze drifted to the cordless phone cradled in my hand. Why haven’t I hung up yet? I wondered.

"Are you going to continue to be creepy? Cause rather than you scaring me your entertaining me. I kinda find you endearing…" I say in a honey sweet voice

”Oh honey, I ain’t tryin’ to scare ya.”

His voice had me tilting my head to one side, curious with the strange familiarity of it.

”Maybe you oughta tell me your name, doll.”

"You ought to tell me yours first 'Doll' " i say sarcastically

Fair enough, sugar.”

He paused, obviously weighing his options.

”You can call me Danny.”

"Danny? I like the sound of that" I say, I pause and speak again "Y/n, Y/n is my name but you can call me N/n" I say in a hesitant voice

”Y/n's a beaut’ of a name. Why’d you hesitate?”

The phone pressed against your ear became uncomfortably warm, my free hand toying with my long tresses.

”You got a boyfriend?”

"A boyfriend? I wish but no" I say in a shallow tone

”No boyfriend…hmm.”

He let my words hang in the air for a few moments before breaking the silence with a new question.

”You live alone?”

" Sadly, I could die and no one would know or care." I say in a sad tone

”Damn, darlin’…”

I noticed a hint of concern in his response, the phone growing hotter in my palm.

”Why you thinkin’ bout that?”

" Bound to happen one day: anyways ive got to go, been nice talking to you Danny" I say as I hang up the phone, I put the phone on the kitchen counter and make my way towards the hallway. I make my way upstairs to my bedroom and flop on my bed.

The line went dead with a soft click.

I felt a familiar tension in your body as your eyes traced the cracked walls of my room.

I didn’t want to be alone, but you felt an overwhelming need to just rest your eyes for a moment. I just need a quick thirty minute nap…

But just then, as if I summoned him, a warm breath washed over my face.

I open my eyes and see a shadow standing next to my bed, the shadow doesnt have a threatening Ora just a dark one.

”Hey, darlin…”

His voice seemed to echo in my mind.

I couldn’t see him clearly, but I could make out the shape of a well-built man, the dark silhouette standing beside my bed.

I speak " ya'know if you could keep quite itd be helpful seeing as i have a headache" I say in a sassy tone "And stop breathing on me"

”My bad, sugar.”

You could hear the small chuckle in his tone, and I felt his presence shift towards the foot of my bed, away from my face.

A part of me wanted to be afraid, but for some reason I found the man in the darkness comforting rather than frightening.

”Right, sorry…”

Another small chuckle drifted into the room, and I could feel him sitting at the edge of my bed.

For a few moments, there was no noise, aside from the soft breathing the man seemed to be doing.

I was just about to fall back asleep when his voice cut through the silence again.

”Can I ask you something, darlin’?”

"You already are, but fine continue afterwards do you promise to be quite?" I say

“Promise.”

There was an almost childish quality to his voice, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

”Now on to the question. You said you live alone, right?”

“Promise.”

There was an almost childish quality to his voice, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yes what about it?" i say with a questioning voice

”Hmm…would you mind if I stayed the night?”

The man’s voice was filled with an unspoken need, and the heat of his breath swept over your skin.

I take a moment to think on it. "You can stay the night yes, but there is only one bed. And no you're sleeping on the floor, Ill keep the lights off since you probably want to keep your face hidden yes? if so ill throw a blanket and pillow down there for you" I say as i start throwing 2 blankets and 2 pillows down for you on the floor.

”Darlin’ that’s real sweet of you, but there’s no way I’m gettin’ comfy down there.”

There was a pause, and when he spoke again his voice was firm.

”I’m sharing the bed with you.”

I huff as i scoot towards the wall dragging my blanket along with me. "Grab the bedding from the floor, we are not sharing a blanket. I dont know where your body has been or what your into. and change out of those ragged rugs, you can keep your mask just change your clothes you stink, theres clothes in the closet that will probably fit you." I say

“You’re a real ball-buster you know that, right?”

You heard his footsteps creaking across your cracked floor as he went to the closet.

”If you’re gonna be stubborn like that then I’m sleeping naked.”

"What?!" I shriek

”Kidding.”

There was a pause as the sound of his steps died down.

”Now scoot over”

"I did, youre not that big. Im pressed up against the edge of the bed and the wall so stop complaining" I say in a annoyed tone

”Quit your bitching. I’m just tryin’ to get comfortable here.”

There was a moment of silence before you felt his breath wash over you again.

”It’s kinda hot in here…”

[frogs11]

Jon Davis x reader

cw: smut, rough/violent.

just a lil one shot w female reader.

Your boyfriend was quite unpredictable at times. he’s able to hide his emotion, but when he wants to show it he will. Like when he looks up at you from where he sits, eyebrows raised, mouth still open from the ‘huh’ response when you’d said his name, or it was how his look changed. there’s something different now, his gaze is no longer under you, it’s on top of you. looks of curiosity changed to looks of need. desperate.

“Jon what are you doing?” you gasped, back pressed against the kitchen table, his body against yours, hand cupping your jaw. God how you loved the feeling of his large hands on you, and how you craved his eyes on you.

“y’ know, i’ve been thinkin’ about you all day” he lightly kissed your lips, pulling back to look in your eyes once again, a simple nod from your end gives him the right-of-way. no time is wasted, your body was now lifted on top of the table, his lips crashing against yours, his hands roaming your frame.

“Jonathan please” you moaned as your head was pulled backwards with a strong grip on your hair, his lips met your neck searching for your weak spot, once it was made known he’d found it with your squeal he lightly bit and tugged at your skin with his teeth, a hand roaming under your shirt, groping your tits.

Jonathan flips you over on your stomach, swiftly pulling your shorts down and slapping your ass. he pushes your face into the table, you hear a buckle being hastily undone and a zip noise before feeling him lining his cock up to your dripping cunt before pushing in. lewd noises leave both of your mouths as he bottoms out in you. sparks igniting in your stomach, waves of pleasure surge through your body as his speed picks up. his hips bouncing off of your ass. your body shaking under his, you felt like jelly under him, everything going limp and letting him use you.

he flips you back over on your back still crashing his hips against you at a painfully harsh manor, the tip of him hitting your cervix hard enough to make your eyes roll back. his sounds were whiny and needy. your name mixed with praises and growls of degrading things like ‘dirty fuckin’ slut’ which you took note of since he enjoyed saying it.

“baby i’m s’ close” you cried, arching your back.

“no, beg me first” was a dreaded sentence.

you whined in protest. “i don’t want to!” he grabbed your face pulling you closer.

“i didn’t fucking ask, get it done.” he growls in your face, kissing the lone tear on your cheek.

you still protested this, not wanting to feel the humiliation of it. this earned you a slap, leaving your cheek bright red. “dumb bitch”

he pulls out of you, picking you up and taking you to your room. he pushes you down on your bed spreading your legs and finding himself between your legs. your hand reached down holding his hair back as he kissed and bit your inner thighs, leaving small bruises. “god you’re so beautiful” he kissed your clit gently before his tongue licked under your hood and then nibbled on. you threw your head back violently, arching your back and closing your legs.

“my god Jon, don’t stop please” he laughed at this, humming against your sore clit.

he stopped making you whine. he swapped places with you laying back on the bed. “cmere’ pretty girl” you blushed crawling on top of him.

“so perfect” you melted on top of him, lowering on his dick. your lips crashing against his.

you rolled your hips on him for a break after riding for so long, he groaned against your neck, you were desperately chasing your orgasm.

“Jon, can i cum please?” you begged him, aggressively rolling your hips on him, his fingers ran through your hair.

“go ahead baby, im gonna too” he kissed you harshly.

you felt a pressure build in you, it was like a balloon filling with air, your heart sped up along with your breathing until it stopped. the balloon popped. you whined his name while feeling him pound into you harder until one final thrust, filling you with his cum.

“god i love you” he combed through your hair with his hand. you were collapsed on top of him, nuzzling closer to him.

[ohnoitsjetster]

jesse!!! hi!! i have one very important question for you: ARE‼️YOU 🫵🏼 DAN🧍‍♂️REYNOLDS🎤⁉️

(okay now for my real question, what’s your fav hatchetfield installment?? it could be a musical or nightmare time ep or even workin’ boys if you’ve seen it :] i’m curious!! oh also if you want you can tell me about orin, i’m vaguely familiar with lsoh but it’s been a while!! so yea, free pass to talk about your lil gay sadist of a dentist <3 this was just an excuse to give you an ask so yk you can really just talk about whatever)

SOL! Hi hi hi hi !! (Sorry for the late response)

OHOHO! A dual fandom ask !! This means another long rambling post for my four most dedicated followers to read!!!! Im sorry in advance!!! this will probably be boring to everyone but me!!!!

I think my favorite might be NPMD. That one changed my brain chemistry for sure. But so did TGWDLM, I really believe that watching Show Stopping Number at the tender age of, like 11… well it just explains a lot about how i turned out ([obligatory “fuck Robert manion”]). I also frequently shake Time Bastard, Killer Track, and Abstinence Camp around in my teeth like a dog like HAUUFHGIGJHJGKKGKFGKRGJ RFRRRGJGG RRHHRHHRHH HREHHEGEGHGRGHRHHHHFFNFHFGGHF like that. But yeah at the present moment I'm being insane about NPMD. The songs are all bangers (Yes all of them) and I am in love with every character (Yes every character). High School is Killing Me is kind of my anthem right now. For no. Particular reason. Also, your honor those three nerds are all literally me and also i am in love with them and also im that fucked up dead bully but in a totally normal way.

So. Speaking of fucked up dead bullies… ‘,:]

Orin Scrivello, DDS <3 my beautiful bbg who has never done anything wrong in his life except for literally everything he did. Worst guy ever. But hey, you can’t choose who you rotate around in your brain, or how many Pinterest boards you make about it. Another instance of “he’s literally me but obviously not actually at all but I think he’s silly so that’s basically the same thing.” A tale as old as time. I don’t know how many queer awakenings one person can have but I was definitely already trans and bi when I saw Orin for the first(?*) time last year, and now, well now im the same but im more pretentious about it and I own a leather jacket. (*I actually saw LSOH a long time ago when i was way younger, but I didn’t remember it almost at all and I’d thought “The Dentist” was like this mad scientist type character, which, not exactly wrong ig, so anyway he’s been swimmin around in my brain making me silly for who knows how long, but yeah probably just since last year). I swear to cope with hyperfixating on such a fucked up character I’ve literally been making au’s in my brain where he’s morally ambiguous, or gets a redemption arc (he does not fucking deserve a redemption arc he deserves to be chopped up and fed to a bitchy gay plant), or where he’s literally just a nice guy. Yeah I’ll sometimes just remove the character from this character to appease the brain demons. But the cool thing about the Not an Asshole™️ AUs is that, in the og, the whole story basically goes south when Seymour justifies killing to feed the plant cause he can kill that jerk Orin, so if he’s not a jerk maybe they all survive?? Idk i just like thinkin. Also… ALSO!.. I made a post a while ago that I might someday make Orin textpost memes using pictures from my actual stage production, and well, that day has come! or, will come, soon. I’ve made the pictures I just have to make the post. It was very fun Im excited to share em. Okay thats all TYSM for the ask bestie!!!

Oh and to address your first question…

I 🧑🏻 AM 💥 DAN🧍‍♂️REYNOLDS 🎤 ✅