#man this shit is so old..🚬

[fonetick01]

I've been a fan of madness combat for about 3 years now, but I've never posted my art here. So I thought it would be funny to share with you some art :]

Here is the mag agent Torture, and he is a little shocked

[1427]

something to prove

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Every time your mom goes down to the city with Merle she lets Daryl stay behind and watch TV. The night your boyfriend breaks up with you, you decide you have something to prove. 

Warnings: Very vaguely implied drug use, age-gap (reader is 20, Daryl is mid30’s), smut, voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation (both m & f), idk there’s something else that happens but idk how to tag it (premature ejaculation???), preTWD!Daryl.

Word Count: 3k

A/n: this is a two part story, possibly three? This started out as a step-dad!daryl idea but I reworked it because not everyone’s as big of a pervert as I am. If anyone wants step-dad imagines (au or otherwise for Daryl, or Negan) lmk. 🥵😈

17+ mdni

\\part 2\\

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“Who are you?” You ask, to the man standing in your house. Well, your moms house, certainly wasn’t his house. He looked like one of your moms friends from the bar. 

“Shit, who are you?” He looks at you, more confused than you are. Scared almost. 

“Mona’s kid?” You explain, who else would you be? 

“Oh, shit. Didn’t know Mona had a kid. She just left you here?” You look at him like he’s still a stranger standing in your living room. 

“I’m 20.” You watch as he sighs a little in relief. 

“Right…. I’m Daryl. Uh. Her and my brother took a ride down to the city. Didn’t wanna go, she said I could hang here.” 

“Of course she did,” you say to yourself with a sigh. 

Daryl watches you as you run to the kitchen and grab a snack and run back toward the stairs, “Well. I’ll be in my room.” 

“Wait! Uh.. where’s the remote?” 

You sigh, with a smile this time, and step backward down the first step. You walk past him and dig your hand into the recliner that’s facing directly in front of the TV, pulling the remote from its hiding spot. As you walk back toward the stairs you put it to his stomach, and he takes it with both hands. “Thanks” you hear him say, and then you’re gone. Running up the stairs to lock yourself in your room. 

✨🚬

Daryl and Merle came over a lot after that. You didn’t see too much of them, when you’re mom had company you knew it was best to stay locked in your room. Not like you’d want to be around her company anyway. 

Daryl seemed different than Merle. Everytime you did venture out of your room for a snack, or to leave the house to go see your boyfriend, and you had to interact with things outside of your room, Daryl never spoke. Honestly, it seemed to you like he didn’t even want to be there. 

And every time your mom and Merle go down to the city, Daryl stays back and watches TV and smokes cigarettes in the living room. Never does anything else. 

You start developing a crush. And you know it’s insane because he’s so much older than you, but you can’t help it. You never thought you’d see someone older like that, but to be fair he didn’t look it. He definitely wasn’t as old as your mom. Probably mid 30’s? Probably. You couldn’t ask. And there was something about him. Brooding, quiet, but… safe. He never bothered you, never looked at you too long like most of your moms friends did. He seemed.. sweet. 

You start praying they’ll come over, and then you pray that your mom and Merle will leave. Sometimes they’re only gone for half an hour, sometimes they’re gone all night. No matter how long they’re gone, though, you always go down and see Daryl. 

You never really talk to him more than a few passing words, even when it becomes a more common occurrence. 

Obviously you try to look as good as you can when you do go down there to walk in front of him. You stand awkwardly by the kitchen island, pretending to watch tv, trying to say something. Usually you can’t come up with anything. 

You find yourself wearing more and more revealing clothing, trying to get him to look, but you never catch him looking. And, honestly? It frustrates you to no end. 

Why won’t he look? 

It’s starting to make you a little crazy, multiple times you’d had to stop yourself from coming down in just a towel.

And then your boyfriend breaks up with you. Probably better off, but the night that it happens you lose it. You’re not heartbroken necessarily, but you are pissed. And you feel like you have something to prove. And all of it bubbles up into something you normally would never see yourself doing. 

You come downstairs this time in only an oversized teeshirt. No underwear. Its dark, all the lights off, it is 2am, but for some reason you weren’t expecting it. It should make what you have planned even easier. Less awkward. 

Instead of going to the kitchen you walk right up to Daryl and put your hand out for the remote. “I wanna watch TV.” 

He looks up at you. Finally. And he hands you the remote. “Alrigh’.” 

You change the channel to something else, doesn’t matter what as long as it’s not what he was watching. You settle on an old movie, looked just boring enough. You lay down on your stomach in front of where Daryl sat in the armchair, your teeshirt riding just barely up your ass, just enough for Daryl to be distracted by it. To notice it. To ask himself if you weren’t wearing any underwear. 

You hear him take a deep breath from behind you and it makes you smile. Finally. 

And you stay like that for a while, absentmindedly looking at the TV, not really watching it. Daryl’s watching you through half lidded eyes. Before you’d come downstairs Daryl was a good five minutes from falling asleep in that arm-chair. But now? His heart hammering in his chest, he has to control his breathing in the quiet living room, to not tip you off that you were affecting him so much. He wasn’t sure what you were doing, or if you were even doing it on purpose. But you’re 20, right? Surely… he figures you have to know. 

But if you know what you’re doing, than you’re expecting some kind of reaction, and Daryl… can’t. He can’t move. He can hardly think straight. Looking at your bare legs, the little peak of your ass just barely revealing itself from under the fabric. And then you shift your hips and the tee-shirt falls away even more. 

It takes everything in him to keep his breathing steady. 

“Are you looking?” Your voice cuts through the silent room, making no attempt to turn back and look at him. 

“No.” Daryl says, quickly. His brain scrambling over the new information that you definitely, absolutely, undeniably knew what you were doing. 

You smile to yourself, the choked sound of his voice told you everything you needed to know. You can practically feel the heat in his cheeks. The tightness in his chest.  

You never thought you’d be as into it as you were getting. Him seeing you like this was burning up your core. Slowly at first and then seemingly all at once. You put your head to the floor in a small moment of defeat over your own body, feeling yourself start to drip down your leg. You wonder if he can see it too. If the light of the TV is reflecting off the little strings of your arousal, coating the inside of your thighs, starting to drip down onto the carpet. A small groan escapes your lips as you raise your hips up off the carpet, keeping your shoulders and the rest of your body down to the ground. 

You want to show him what he’s doing to you. You want him to see the mess he’d made. So there you are, your ass now completely in the air, only a few feet from where he’s sitting behind you, “Are you looking now?” 

This time Daryl doesn’t respond. Because he can’t. His fingers are whiteknuckled on the arm-rests. And he was losing the ability to control his breathing. He was losing control of the ability to even think about breathing. To think at all. 

You don’t mind that he didn’t answer, you knew. His ragged breathing spurred you further. You reach down underneath your body, through your legs, and try to spread yourself open for him with two delicate fingers. Your middle finger slipping through your folds, too slick to hold up to friction. Your hand wipes some of it down your thigh, so you can continue what you’re trying to do. 

And you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, making a smile bloom on your face. A sick, cocky smile. 

You spread yourself for him, before taking two fingers to your clit and drawing small circles around it. You hiss, your hips spasming at the too sensitive feeling of pressure directly on your nerve bundle, but you keep going. 

Plunging two fingers deep inside of you, selfishly. This one wasn’t for Daryl, although he liked it. You needed the delicious feeling of something inside of you. Your fingers hook in you, desperately curling over and over again as you mercilessly assault your own g-spot. 

The noises coming out of you could send Daryl into a coma. Not just the half-coherent babbles and deep definitely-came-from-your-chest groans. No, the sound of your slick hand squelching against your cunt so perfectly. 

You go back and forth like this, between your clit and your walls, until you feel your orgasm start to bubble over. The dull throb of ecstasy climbing into every limb. You almost forget Daryl’s watching as you put your fingers back inside you, three this time, and ride your own hand until your body is shaking, expletives falling out of your mouth before you can catch them. 

You lay there, on the floor in a heap, teaching yourself to breathe again. Until you glance back at Daryl. With one hand covering his mouth his expression is unreadable, but his other hand gripping the arm rest tells you everything. And the hard cock pressing up against the zipper of his pants tells even more. 

You’re almost embarrassed, but not quite. Standing up from the spot you’d laid down to ‘watch TV’ you silently walk over to him and wipe your hand off on his shirt. Pressing your fingers hard against his chest through the fabric, eliciting a barely audible moan from him.

He watches you walk away, listening as your bare feet pad up the steps and into your room. It takes him all of three seconds to free his cock from his jeans. Pumping himself furiously, unceremoniously, with his face buried in the spot of his shirt where you’d wiped your juices on him. 

The smell of you, the taste of you, so fresh and right there. He laps at the spot until it’s soaked with his saliva. He comes in a strangled mess, trying to be quiet, hot white ropes painting his jeans. 

After it’s over he curses himself. He leaves before Merle and your mom get back, to go home and change. Wondering to himself what the hell just happened. 

✨🚬

For a week you avoid him. He and Merle come over twice, but you stay in your room the whole time. A little too embarrassed to face him so soon after what you’d done. You didn’t regret it, or feel bad, but your normal personality had returned. With nothing more to prove to yourself, or your stupid ex boyfriend. Not bold enough to masturbate in front of older men. Apparently not even bold enough to show your face in front of him. 

You wake up one night in a sweat, having another dream about Daryl. In this one he’d had you bent over the kitchen table. Fuck it’s hot in here, you go to open the window but what you really need is water. 

You start to make your way downstairs, only to see Daryl. In the faint glow of the television, eyes wide as he meets yours. “Oh. Hi.” You manage to say, awkwardly standing on the last step before nodding at his lack of response, looking down trying to hide your blush.

 You walk to the kitchen silently, getting some water for yourself. Feeling unbelievably uncomfortable, you wanted to be clever. To be coy and cute and everything you were the other night, but the whole thing is making you so nervous you can’t think straight. You just want to get back upstairs before you say something stupid. Before you embarrass yourself by not being that person. 

You down a cup of water quickly and toss it into the sink before heading back for your room. 

You’re passing in front of the TV when Daryl asks you, “Do you want the remote?” 

One simple question, your head spins. You knew what he meant. What he was really saying. ‘Do it again’. 

You look over at him, remote on his knee, and you nod. Walking over to him, you pick up the remote from where it sat, but you let your fingers graze all the way up his leg, over the tight bulge in his pants. “Christ.” He says, through gritted teeth. 

You smile, that same cocky smile, and take your position down on the ground in front of him. You take your time, at first you really are watching TV. Letting Daryl ache for it. Letting him question if you understood what he’d meant. 

He’d been wondering when he was going to see you next, if you’d do it again. If you’d do more. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was definitely the hottest thing a girl had ever done for him. Not like he had all that much experience with women, but he had some. None of it quite like that. Nothing that was so burned into his memory that if he closed his eyes he could still taste you. Still hear those explicit noises coming off your body. 

He needed more. He needed to watch you again. 

He waits, with baited breath, for you to touch yourself. It feels like it’s taking forever. There’s something about you just down there in front of him, though. It feels like he’s almost able to get off on just that. 

Eventually you spread your legs a little bit at a time. Raising your hips again, you play with yourself in front of him like you did before, taking more time. Teasing him. 

You slide the top half of your body, flush with the ground, over to the side a little so you can look back at him. Fuck. He’s just staring. Mouth open, eyes half closed, fingers holding a cigarette that he occasionally drags. Just watching. Never taking his eyes off of you. Occasionally he looks back up to your face, all contorted in pleasure, but for the most part he can’t take his eyes off of what your fingers are doing. The light shimmering over every wet part of you. 

You sit up for just a second to bring the teeshirt off your body and throwing it to the side. Resuming your position, now completely naked. Vulnerable. You look at him with another smile, his expression is pained. 

Daryl’s trying so hard to keep himself in control. To not touch himself until you’re out of the room, that would be too much, right? He’s convinced himself that there’s no way he can pull his cock out in front of you. He’s so much older, even if you’re 20. Even if you’re in front of him, doing this. Pretty, delicate, messy pussy spread out for him. Begging for him. He can’t. He’s got to control himself. Plus, it’s too embarrassing. You’re so confident and languid with your movements, he’s sure if you saw him like the strangled mess he was the other night that you’d run out of the room immediatly. 

He’s wrong, but it doesn’t matter to you. Of course you want him, and of course you’d let him slither right in behind you and claim any hole he wanted. You would love to see him lose control and touch himself, even if it was something you’d never seen a man do before. Of course you would. But the feeling of his eyes burned into you is so exquisite on its own. 

Daryl’s losing his fucking mind, though. You’re doing it all different than last time. Slower, hotter. Grabbing at your tits with your other hand. Fuck. His head is dizzy, he feels like he’s going to pass the fuck out. And then you start riding your hand again. But not like last time, last time your fingers were hooked into you so tight that Daryl silently begged for you to just fuck yoursef with your fingers instead. He wanted to watch your lips spread out and over them. Wanted to watch you fill and empty your cunt with your two fingers over and over, and now that’s exactly what you’re doing. 

Daryl’s chewing on his thumb, anything to keep his hands away from himself. Every time you pump your fingers inside he feels his hardened length spasm. So tight into his pants, the friction actually starts to feel good. 

You add another finger, and then another. It’s too much for Daryl, who was again silently begging you to do that too. To stretch that little pussy even more for him. Before he can even comprehend what’s happening, his vision goes white. Daryl’s cock spasms violently, cum coating the inside of his pants. His thumb is bleeding from where he’d bit down on it, and he’s never been more fucking embarrassed in his life. Never been more surprised, confused, turned on. 

He watches as you ride out your high, following with your own earth shattering orgasm only a few moments later. He looks down to you to see if you had any idea of what had happened, but you don’t. 

You have no idea he just came in his pants without even touching himself. Just from watching you. 

pt 2

a/n : thanks to @norman-fucking-reedus for helping me with some ideassss for this 💕🤘🏻

[stormyelliotwritez]

fic where ftm reader is logan’s gay (re)awakening when he sees r in his 2000 pickup truck blasting old rock in his flannel and jeans and logan just heart eyes and needs to be with this man Immediately.

(i say reawakening bc lets be real hes like 200 he mightve already realized hes a 🚬 before but needed like. a reminder)

AAAAAAHHHHHH literally my fav trope ever - i did a similar one to this btw called logan and his hot guy friend - also i made reader a handyman type guy coz funsies

He may be a bit ooc but i ain’t sure

i need to get more photos coz i keep reusing them

Old rock and a 2000’s pickup truck? 😍

It had been a long long day and Logan was walking home from the job he’d gotten after all that multiverse shit when a 2000’s pickup truck parked at the lights. He walked up next to it and raised an eyebrow as he heard the music. It was old rock or dad rock as Wade would say. He walked past the window and saw you. You were wearing a red flannel and faded blue jeans. He’d almost forgotten what it was like to like a guy.

He wandered home in a daze, only thinking about you in that pick up truck. Wade asked him if something was wrong and he couldn’t even answer. He just mumbled a no and then grabbed a beer. You looked so good in that flannel. He only saw you for a moment but you were his type alright.

A few days later, he took the same route home, hoping he’d see you and he did. You were parked this time with tools in the backseat. Against his better judgement, he walked up to your window and tapped on it. And against your better judgement, you rolled the window down and smiled at him.

“Your truck is a beauty,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks, I fixed her up myself,” you said back before patting the dashboard lovingly.

Logan took a glance at the tools in the back of your truck and chuckled to himself. “You a handyman?”

You nodded. “Guilty as charged. You needing something fixed?”

He chuckled. “Well now that I think of it, we’ve had a dodgy tap recently, my roommate and I.”

You chuckled and nodded. “I could drop by and see if it’s an easy fix?”

“Yeah, that’d be great, bub. We just live in the top apartment at the building with the blue door just over there so feel free to drop by whenever.”

You nodded and smiled again. “Well I gotta be off. I’ll drop by tomorrow.”

Logan smiled and waved as you drove off. He pumped his fist in the air, mimicking Wade, and grinned. Hell yeah, he was gonna get to see you again.

He walked back to the apartment and this time, he grabbed a beer and joined Wade on the couch. “You gotta skedaddle tomorrow so go work or something,” was all he said to Wade before the soccer game started.

The next day, Logan stayed home and made sure Wade was out the door by 8. The clock struck 10 and you knocked on the door like well… clockwork. He quickly opened the door and let you in.

“Hey, you’re here,” he smiled, “wasn’t sure if you’d turn up.”

You smiled and held up your bag. “Well I like getting paid.”

“And I like getting my tap fixed.”

You got to work and soon enough, you’d found the problem. You fixed it and when you stood up, Logan was standing in the doorway. He had a grin on his face and a beer in each hand. You hadn’t noticed how hot he was before but now he was standing there, wearing a white singlet and a brown flannel and looking super duper hot.

“That for me?”

He nodded and handed it over. “For a job well done, bub. And I’ll pay you as well of course.”

The two of you sat down and both had a beer. A bit after Logan finished his, he grabbed the money and handed it over. You stood up and contemplated leaving before turning back to him and chuckling awkwardly.

“You seeing anyone?”

Logan smiled and shook his head. “Thought you’d never ask, bub.”

You sat back down and leaned towards him, a smile on your lips. “Would you want to be seeing someone?”

“Is that someone you because I would love to be seeing you,” he said with a smirk as he leaned towards you.

When you leaned backwards and stretched, your shirt rode up and he saw your binder. He nodded to himself and leaned in a bit closer. “Haven’t dated a guy in a while so you wanna break me in again? We could listen to some rock?”

You chuckled and licked your lips before standing up and pulling your chair to next to him. You sat back down and shamelessly grabbed ahold of his hand and ran your fingers over it. “Absolutely, handsome.”

[rabbit-or-rib]

WOOOO LETS GO YAY YAY YAY ^_^ Romantic Alphabet with Tim Wright ? :3

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U GOT ITT !!!!!!!

🚬 Romantic alphabet with Tim Wright :)

A = Attention, how much attention do they want in the relationship?

he's not gonna ask for it, and it'll be a little awkward for him to actually be getting attention for the first bit of the relationship- but he LOVVESSSS IITTTTTT this guy swoons so hard when you're lovin on him however you choose to (he might get a little overwhelmed, though, make sure you listen when he tells you it's not the best time !!)

B = Baby, do they want a family? Why/why not?

in Tim's ideal world, the two of you are far away from wherever you are and you live way out in the countryside, with as many kids and/or pets as you want. but, for right now, he'd much rather keep it just the two of you with a pet or two- he doesn't want to put anyone in any more danger than he already feels like he has.

C = Cuddle, do they like to cuddle and show affection? How?

OOOOOO BUDDYYYYY he's a very very shy snuggle bug. most days you'll have to initiate things- lay your head on his shoulder, hold onto his arm, lay down in his lap- and it almost always ends in a nap when you're further along in your relationship. he'll pull you into his lap or grab your thighs to get you straddled over him when the two of you are going to bed, though :))

D = Dates, what are dates with them like? What do they like to do? 

he's not the biggest formal date guy, as much as he'd like to be. he does like to take you to a drive in movie every now and then, but most of y'all's dating life is centered around late night drives, quiet walks through the woods together, or really anything to do with enjoying each others presence. if you hint hint wink wink at him about wanting to go somewhere or do something specific, though, he'll do his best.

E = Equal, do they prefer to be more dominant or submissive in the relationship?

he's an old fashioned (and paranoid) guy !! he wants to be the one to drive you around, do the heavy lifting, pay for everything- let this man spoil you rotten while you sit pretty

F = Fights, how do they handle arguments? How quick are they to forgive?

fights with Tim usually are the result of one or both of you bottling up emotions for too long. when you guys have a serious fight, he knows himself and he knows he needs some time alone for a little while- nothing extreme, just enough time to get himself calm and levelheaded. forgiveness for him comes relatively easy depending on what it was about- you thought he was mad at you because he was a little quieter or cold for a few days? he gets why you'd think that, he'll try and make sure you know what's up with him next time. you were caught going through his personal belongings/phone because you were looking for something you might not like? you're gonna be shit outta luck for a while. his privacy means a lot to him, invading it is never a good idea for either of you

G = Gratitude, how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? 

VERY !! he may not be bubbling over with words of praise for how amazing and wonderful you treat him, but all throughout the day he'll have his chin resting on your shoulder and whispering small praises your way, little kisses when he sees you doing any chores around the house, and if you play your cards right, little monologues to you late at night when he thinks you're asleep

H = Honesty, are they honest with their s/o? How important is it to them in a relationship? 

he's an honest man about most things to you, the only area i can see this being a problem in is his work. he doesn't wanna talk about what he does, why he does it, where he goes- any of it. he wants to keep you and the things that plague the back of his mind separate.

I = Insight, how easy is it for them to read their partner? (Mood, thoughts, etc.)

he'd definitely know if something was up with you, but that doesn't mean he's gonna push on it. you'll get one or two "y'alright?"'s before he drops it. he knows that not every issue is one that needs to be let out, and he does his best to respect that. one of his favorite things though is when he can tell you're excited but you're trying to keep your cool about it, he can't get over how wide your smile is or how you keep shifting your weight on your feet- adorable to him

J = Jealousy, do they get jealous? If so, how easily? How do they deal with it?

quietly jealous. when you're talking to someone that clearly has an interest in you, it's a hand on your hip, massaging your shoulder, pulling you closer. it won't end in violence if they back off, but if it does get there he'll make it fast dwdw <3 usually levelheaded about it though!! just might lead to things later

K = Kiss, what are their kisses like? Who kissed who first?

YOU KISSED HIM !!! he was so nervous about messing it up or making you uncomfortable he ended up just staring at your lips, it was the first time he took you out on a late night drive around town since you two became official and he had walked you up to your front door. his breath caught in his throat, he fiddled with the belt loop on your pants as he held your hips before you pulled him into a kiss with your hands on his cheeks. it completely melted him; his face heating up as he pushed his lips harder into yours, he craved it even as he was getting what he wanted.

L = Love, who said “I love you” first? How often do they say it? When did they realize they were in love?

you told him you loved him and he was this 🤏 close to crying. it reminded him of how starved of it he'd been for so long, and while he didn't cry, he certainly held you close for a long, long time with his face buried in your hair

M = Marriage, do they want to get married? How long do they have to be in the relationship beforehand? What would the marriage be like?

he wants to get married so bad. he wants that ring on your finger, to see you all dressed up, to have the world know you're his- just as soon as you get away from all this, he's popping the question. 

N = Nickname, what are the nicknames they have for their s/o? Do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

i feel like he would try not to acknowledge it when you use nicknames/petnames with him, but he thinks it's so cute when you do :) i can see him calling you darlin' a lot

O = Open, how long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

long. long time. there are some things from his past that he just might never talk about, honestly. most of the reason isn't anything to do with you specifically, just that he doesn't wanna relive those moments or uncover something that sparks up new nightmares. the other part is him being scared that despite all of the other things you know about him- his job, what he does, Masky as a whole really- it'll be what's deep down and irreversible inside him that scares you away.

P = PDA, how do they feel about public displays of affection? What kind of PDA do they show?

not the biggest fan of PDA i feel like !! his hand in your back pocket or around your waist isn't uncommon, but i seriously doubt that he'd wanna be swapping spit im front of y'all's friends

Q = Quality Time, what do they like to do for quality time with their s/o?

essentially parallel play 😭 you two don't have to be talking or doing the same thing, as long as you're in the same space he's happy :))

R = Reunion, how do they react after being apart from their s/o? How do they cope when they’re away?

HE HATES IT AND THEN ACTS ALL TOUGH GUY ABOUT IT 🙄🙄 he'll text you pictures of things he sees on the road or bring you snacks on the way home, tell him you missed him and watch his face get all pink it's adorable

S = Sad, how do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? How do they like to be cheered up?

honestly just tell him what you need. space? he's outta your way, just come find him when you need him. physical comfort? he's holding you the whole rest of the night and rubbing circles on your back when you cry into his chest. wanna talk? he's great at listening, especially on the porch over a cig

T = Thrill, do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? 

unless you have something in mind, you're one of the only peaceful things Tim has in his life, and he so desperately needs it to stay that way.

U = Understanding, how well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

usually very !! as long as you're treating him with respect, you'll get it right back at you. he knows that just existing is hard enough as is, he's not looking to stress you out any more.

V = Value, how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

you mean the world to him !!! deeply madly truly he would do anything for you. you've brought back the light in his life and he hates thinking of what it'd be like if you left.

W = Wild Card, a random relationship headcanon

iiii can't think of anything with the reader, but i can tell you for a FACT him and brian used to mess around in college together

X = Explicit, a NSFW headcanon

he's so embarrassed but he so wants you to take control of him. it'll take a lot of trust, but when you get there?? you could have him however you want him

Y = Your Name, if they did get married to their s/o, who would take whose last name?

i think he'd prefer to have you two share his last name just because it's something he's always dreamed about- but tbh if your last name is just straight up cooler he's down to go either way

Z = Zz, how do they like to sleep with their partner? What time do they like to go to sleep/wake up, ideally?

he's GOTTA be holding you. sometimes he doesn't even fall asleep holding you, but when the two of you wake up he's hot a grip on you. he feels awful if he has to leave in the middle of the night for work or do overnight trips- tries to leave a little note on the nightstand about where he's going and a lil 'Love you'

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hello!! How are you??? :) hope you are doing well :)

May I ask for headcanons about takeomi with a younger S/O??? Like, agegap?? (Not an illegal agegaps obviously) I really like him and I can see why people don't like him as much but I still think he is pretty underrated :')

Thank youuu, bye<3

Bonten!Takeomi x Younger!Reader Headcanons

♡ SFW, Fem Reader, fluff, stalking, age gap/Omi is 36, reader is 20 ♡

note: I'm doing good, thanks for asking anon 🩷 and thank you for requesting!

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🚬 You two met at one of Bonten's nightclubs (you were working as a bartender)

🚬 The moment he saw you he was infatuated with you

🚬 Got some of his subordinates to track you down after your shift

🚬 Had your favorite flowers delivered to your apartment

🚬 Came back to the nightclub the next night just to ask you out

🚬 Took you out to a restaurant owned by Bonten and made it clear what he did for work so you wouldn't be surprised later on

🚬 Made a marriage proposal to you within the first month of dating (you rejected him because it was obviously way too soon)

🚬 Isn't bothered by the age gap, hates when people mistake you for his daughter tho (he's not even that old, he just acts old 💀)

🚬 Introduces you to the rest of the executives and they flip their shit (except Mikey, he couldn't care less)

🚬 Sanzu doesn't believe his brother bagged a younger woman

"C'mon just tell me. How much did the old man pay you to come up here and pretend to be his girl? It must've been a lot!" - Sanzu 🌸

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel , @i-literally-cant-with-this , @trevengersprincess , @happy-trenchcoated-impala , @giugiette

[beforeimdeceased]

ELECTRIC LADY… 💋📺🚬

pairing: 70s!ellie x reader

synopsis: today is nothing like yesterday.

author’s note: whipped this up kinda quick while watching ash asylum.

part one. > part two. > part three.

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“and more on the shocking news we covered earlier tonight, the man found dead was 36 year old Benson Standold. not much on the fugitives that killed him, but a witness has disclosed that they saw two young women running away from the scene—“

the radio whirrs as ellie turns the channel.

“got on board a westbound 747…”

“dammit shit fuck!” you scream. she’d pulled the cigarette out of her own mouth and handed it to you, the unkept ashes falling onto the skin of your thigh. you wince, taking a drag. “what have we done?”

“listen, he was gonna hurt you. and you didn’t do anything, i was the one holding the knife.”

you shake your head, holding back a river of tears. “weren’t we just two kid in love yesterday?”

you’d both gone to get breakfast and were on your way back, when ellie noticed a car following in her rear view. she took a couple harsh lefts, sharp rights, and stopped over to the side when it was still there. she’d gotten out to confront him when he threw a string of slurs at her. hollering about his perverse thoughts. hollering about you.

he went to attack her and she fought back. ellie fought to win, nothing less. this was something he’d been forced to learn the hard way. now you were speeding off to god knows where with your things still at the hotel. a small sum of money, gum, and a pack of cigarettes on your person.

“that was yesterday, doll. if you ain’t noticed already, things have changed.”

you bite your lip. “what if we just tell the police what happened?” ellie chuckles. “we ran. and they wouldn’t believe me anyway. listen, we can play this like i kidnapped you or something? murderous frenzy? way outta my mind? that might work.”

you stare at her like she actually is way outta her mind. “goddamnit ellie! i’m not letting you go to fucking jail for me! now shut up and keep driving.”

⋆˚✿˖° 7 years prior

you were dazzling in the low light of the bar. the music seemed to flow through you, overtaking your body. your movements, effortless but enchanting. hauntingly beautiful. hypnotizing.

ellie had up and gone and come back about 20 times (if you were counting right) and you were sure you were the reason she kept returning. never a moment in her reappearance had she missed the chance to sit and talk with you. smiling at you with so much love in her eyes you thought it might change your mind about her. about not getting too attached to a balloon that was facing the wind.

you’re startled by another presence, and by the change in music you can tell it’s her. she never fails to come back with a present. pretty key chain dangling on her index finger while her thumb points to the booth. how could anyone say no to that smile?

“when do you leave again?” you ask, conflicted on how you should react to the answer. she was doing what she’s always wanted to, but not seeing her was killing you inside. you couldn’t get over all the love you had for her. she tosses a toothpick around her mouth, then smirks showing that damn dimple. “in a couple days. you free?”

it was never just sex, though the sex was incredible. she’d take you on sweet little dates. she’d show you things you that you wouldn’t even know to go looking for. she’d talk to you about how the city was her heart but you were the blood running through it. how much she…

“want you there with me, but i know that you love this little shithole town.”

you scowl at her. “don’t call it a shithole. i love this place.”

“i know.” she sighs. “that’s why i keep coming back.”

[urfavlarry]

You’re so annoying!

Barron x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of sm0king/ciggar3ttes, fights, blood, bruises

A/N: Barron doesn’t bully Logan in this AU, he’s just someone most kids at school fear and don’t mess with him because of his short temper :3

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You’ve been working at the local gas station for a few months now, teens coming in and out of the store since the store had the most cheap snacks and drinks, and of course gas, which attracted the adults. A frequent visitor was a boy named Barron. He was a year to older then you, but you knew him since he played on the schools baseball team and was known to be a pretty short tempered guy. He got into fights often, most kids being scared of him so nobody really messed with him. One incident made the adults fear him as well, you seeing it with your own eyes. You were just working after school like usual, putting the money someone payed with in the cash register when Barron came in. You couldn’t help but stare every time. Most people would think you’re crazy for liking the most feared boy in school, but he was just so perfect! Well, not that perfect. He usualy came to the gas station and kept annoying you with stupid pranks, sometimes even stealing some cash from the register which you had to put back from your own allowance. You couldn’t stand those pranks, but you believe he was nice if you got to know him a bit more. Anyways back to the story! He came in with his friends, getting the usual, cigarettes and some energy drinks when some man in his late 40s came in. He looked pretty annoyed, something seemingly bothering him. Barron payed for the stuff, sending you a quick wink and left, well at least wanted to.

The man crashed into him making him spill his drink and his cigarettes getting wet, making them literally useless. You knew shit was about to go down so you eyed his friends and motioned them to stop the fight, which they weren’t quick enough to do. They managed to get him off but the man didn’t leave without a bleeding nose and a black eye. Everyone in that store spread the word so from then on, when someone saw him entering the shop they kept their distance or waited until he left.

A few months later, which was now, you were waiting for Barron to show up. He usually came her on the weekend and sometimes on Fridays and Wednesdays around 3-4pm. Today he came with only 2 friends, which was unusual since he mostly came with a big group of friends. You didn’t really care that much tho, continuing your job and told the weird 12 year olds to leave for the 100th time this week after trying to buy alcohol and cigarettes. You sighed, just wishing for your shift to be over when you hear snickering. You see two of Barrons friends in the snack isle, but Barron was no where to be seen. You suddenly get grabbed by the waist, making you jump and squeak, since your sides were quite ticklish. You heard laughter in your ear, getting pulled into someone’s chest, that someone being Barron. “Your reactions get better and better every time doll~.” He says and walks in front of the cash register, putting the usual energy drink on the counter. You huff, rolling your eyes and scan it. “1.32$” You say, trying to keep the conversation as short as possible. He pretend to get the money from his pocket and then smirks. “Aww, must have forgotten my money. Mind if I may in another way?” He asks and yous shrug. “Whatever, just leave.. You’re so fucking annoying.” He slips a note down on the counter and grabs the drink, sending you an air kiss. “See you soon, angel.” He walks out with his friends, disappearing into the distance. You put the note in your pocket and continue working.

Finally after a few more hours you finish your shift, switching places with another girl a few years older then you. You finally open the note after changing from your work clothes. You walk home, opening the note along the way. It wasn’t anything really romantic, but it was sweet.

“ Date, tommorow 5pm at the lake ? Bring your cute smile with you <3 “

Yes. No.

“What a cheesy asshole.” You think to yourself, smiling at the note. You circle the yes after finally getting home, doing homework and get ready for bed.

After waking up and getting ready for school, you take the bus and slip the note into Barrons locker. You walk to your first class which was math, how boring. After school you went home, noticing Barron smiling at you when you walked down the hall, which you did back. Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad after all. You got ready for the date, changing into [clothes of your choice] and walk down the hall and put on your shoes. You grab your keys and phone, some money and walk to the lake. You had to take the bus which would take 10 minutes and walk another 15 minutes to the lake from there. When you finally get there you notice your a few minutes late and see a very dissapointed looking Barron. You walk behind him, sneaking up on him and cover his eyes, making him jump. “Guess who~” You tease and he chuckles, grabbing your arms and spins you around. “I thought you ditched me for a sec.” He says and grabs your hand, interwining your fingers. You slowly walk towards the lake, walking along it to a picnic table. It had flowers on it, along with a gift. You smile st the gesture, watching how he carefully takes the two things in hand and slowly aproaches you.

“Y/N L/N. I’ve admired you for some time now, I know I haven’t been the best at showing it and i’m not great with words either so i’ll try to keep this ‘speech’ as short as possible. I love you, like a lot. I can’t describe how hard i’ve fallen for you and I finally wanted to have you be mine. Not as an object, something I can throw away, but as a person that I can love with my whole heart. Yeah okay that was cheesy sorry I tried.” He rambles, handing you the things which you gladly accept, embracing him in a embrace. “I love you too.. maybe you aren’t so annoying after all.”

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[ghoulspaw]

FINISHED READING THE EPISODE GGHJFJDJDJD THE AUDITORIUM PART 100/10 GOT ME LAUGHING GASPING SCREAMING AND BANGING THE TABLE OHHH GIVE ME MORE GHOUL ON GHOUL CRIME!!!!!! GIVE ME ALL THE INTERACTIONS IM BEGGING!!!

Mission wise, i enjoyed it!!! Tho it made me feel a little like the hotarubi episode where they kinda summed up the conclusion pretty quickly and then shit hit the fan. Nonetheless, i liked it! Working with yuri and jiro was fun?????? which tbh i was pleasantly surprised (sorry kings i've misjudged u). Yuri might have a praise kink and have his ego the size of a planet but !! there's no denying he's passionate about his work and so far YEAH he is the only who got mc the closest of finding her cure so !!! (and i love seeing him fighting for his life when he isn't right about something)). Jiro...jiro 🫂 i love that autistic man etcetcetc

SO HAPPY WE GOT CANON CONFIRMATIONS!!!!! KIRISAKI BROTHERS!!!!!!! ohhh i was CHEESING!! zenji's (or should i say taro🥹) love for his baby bro is precious❤️‍🩹 a dead man saying he would not survive if something were to happen to his brother...if thats not the purest form of love then idk what is.

From one sus professor to another.. (it seems to be the pattern on every episode so far). Personally i dont think it'll be as bad as the game lead us on (as we've seen with nicolas on this episode), but it definitely raises more questions. Why romeo? What deal do they have? Is money the root of it? Or something else?? And if hyde is lying to both romeo and sho about being the only ones who know about this "mission", could he have asked other ghouls as well??? Anyways, we'll most likely get this answered next month.

((the janitor making a brief appearance and dropping a comment so ????????? was that a "yeah lets bring every character we've introduced as of now" or is it foreshadowing something ??)

Ofc there is a mermaid (alive!! alive?). We have the vampy, the wolfy, now mermaid (elf/fairy 🔜) . Cant wait for us to meet him and what he'll bring to the plot (and his relationship?with haru)(when will they mention his hand and what happened to it??)

Im still puzzled about the whole ordeal with the tree.... i'll leave the theories for the smart ppl in the fandom hgjdjd

Back to the auditorium scene, aside from me being biased loving ed's old man antiques, i absolutely loved his move of putting on blast the academy/chancellor lies and once again making the statement that he Knows Everything and won't hesitate to reveal stuff if necessary. And then taking his leave like a bad bitch!!!

UGH, cinema... 🚬

And speaking of cinema. Jin's "imma let you finish" moment and taiga "open your purse boy!".. 🚬🚬🚬🚬

I have way more commentary and thoughts and i cant mention everything rn, but yeah!!!!! Not the best episode, but definitely had some top tier moments.

Last,but not least AT ALL:

???$?@?#&@#%@//##//#

Haku when he spends 2 seconds without flirting: 😵😵😵😵

BACK TO WAITING FOR A MONTH!!!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Falling For Each Other

Red Leather and Running Mouths x Danger's Bitch x Soda, Cigarettes, and Broken Glass x Broken Doll x Bitch Barbie Cooties and Golden Fountains x Fuzzy Gazes and Bruising Grips x Choking on Truth x Wilde and Free x Hated Together

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: dom Dom, sub Col, fighting, insults, drug use, drinking, hangovers, getting outed, MF hate, the f slur, boys being dumb, teasing, edging, blow jobs, anilingus, falling, blood, sexual accidents, boys being dumbasses, nervous Dom, d/s undertones, breaking shit 🚬 rating: explicit

There it was, the truth was staring them in the face one morning when they woke up. A million alerts on their phones and a hell of a hangover from the night before. They'd gone out and partied, needing to cheer each other up and maybe one too many beers had them making out in the back of a darkened club. They hadn't meant for it to happen and the moment Dom saw it his heart dropped- a picture (or ten) of the punk slowly pushing Col's hand into his undone pants. Fuck.

What worried him most wasn't just the fact that they were exposed so boldly, he knew he could calm his pet down about that but Megan of course used it to her advantage, breaking her promise. 'I knew from the beginning but he lied so well and I loved him so much. I just hope he doesn't hurt Dom like he did me.' The back of his tongue tasted sour and the longer his boyfriend didn't speak the faster his heart beat.

They'd been in a tenuous place for a week, the song releasing had brought them closer but Kells was still so worried to hurt him. He knew the man might keep his feelings quiet just to further protect him but he'd beat it out of him if he had to. "At least we look good, yeah?" He hummed softly, his cock twitching at the sight. There was nothing incredibly explicit, it wasn't like his dreaded Billboard picture with Billie Eilish, Colson had slipped his hand into his pants and behind his shirt so nothing was showing. But their expressions… If he didn't know any better he'd say he almost looked in love with the brat.

"I don't like 'ow you look like the bloody top. Why'd I let you 'old me like tha'?" He huffed softly, annoyed that everyone would think he was the bitch.

Finally there was a deep breath and a sigh. "You were shitfaced. Besides, no one would believe this anyway." His tone wasn't as teasing as his words were and Dom swallowed a whimper as the man tossed his phone down hard and pushed himself out of bed. It automatically felt colder without him and he tried not to shiver. Maybe he just felt colder.

He watched as the rapper grabbed a joint and a lighter and made his way to the bathroom. When the door shut between them it felt final but he wouldn't allow that. Not again. Not now that they could finally be honest. He growled low and picked up a cigarette, lighting it and taking a deep drag before opening his phone again. He fought himself to make a long post about them, he knew better than to act too soon. The door opened just a crack and something small flew at him and smacked him in the chest. He jumped but whispered his thanks to the closing door when he found a prescription painkiller. Yeah, that should take the edge off.

He took it gratefully and swallowed half the water in the glass his boyfriend had left for him the night before and as he scrolled through his texts the back of his mind was screaming to fix it. Colson hadn't let him say anything against Megan before and while she was keeping her word he dealt with it but now? Of course she used what should be a moment between them to further herself. He was just thankful a few of the comments were seeing the truth. Some people were asking if she knew, why had she tried to steal the man. Some were even calling her a homewrecker. If they only knew.

Gavin had tried calling him, Tom's name was in all of his alerts, any way he could be reached, Adam just sent a string of what appeared to be obscene emojis in context with a thumbs up at the end. His friends were special. "Turn it off." His lover shouted from the bathroom and he huffed softly. He sent one text out before doing what was asked, he had to at least let Tom know he was alright. He'd deal with everyone else.

"Wha' makes ya fink you can tell me wha' to do?" He asked, rubbing his temple and taking another drag. His eyes felt fuzzy and his mouth dry but at least the oxy was soothing the pounding in his head. He had to admit the pharmacy his sub kept was helpful in some situations. "Would you get your arse out 'ere? You know I don't like talking like-"

"Like what? You don't like giving me a hint of fucking privacy?" The bastard interrupted and his brow raised even though his eyes stayed closed.

"Careful luv." His voice warned, there was an edge that promised he was dancing on Dom's nerves. He knew whatever their problem is wasn't about his fucking lack of privacy. Well, it might be about them not getting any but Kells didn't want space from him. If anything he craved to be closer. Always.

"Fuck careful. You wanna be careful now? After you fucking outed me?" Even hidden behind a wall Dom could feel the moment Col tried to swallow his words but they were already out. He could hear the man trying to rush through pissing to get back to him. He still couldn't help the anger that built in his chest. How dare Kells blame it all on him?! Before he could stop himself he was gripping his empty water glass and throwing it across the room to smash against the wall keeping them separated. The way the stream paused before resuming even harder would have made the boy laugh but he was far too upset.

"You wanted to crawl under the bloody table if memory serves, at least I kept you from looking like a bitch!" He snapped, hissing when his angry movements made his cigarette ash on his belly. He was trying to swipe it off as the door slammed open and his man stalked out to stare down at him. The cloud of pot smoke followed him but thankfully Colson flipped on the fan. They might be fighting but the man was always careful with Dom. Always.

"I still look-" He paused, finally catching himself before the wrong thing came out but it didn't matter. The implication was clear.

"Like a fag? Tha' wha' ya scared of luv cause let me fucking tell you. Let me let you in on a secret-"

"Don't-"

"Don't tell me 'don't'! You is one Colson. The great and badass Machine Gun Kelly renown for 'is pussy game is a great big bloody fruit. A bottom even. A sub. You begged me on ya knees since day fucking one! You me bitch Cols. Why is it so bad everyone fucking knows it?" Dom's voice was raising as he pushed himself out of bed and stood to face his lover. The moment he was exposed Colson paused, his gaze dropping to his half hard cock. He couldn't help it, he was always drawn like a moth to the flame.

"But… why? I don't like anyone else." He huffed softly, hip checking the doorframe. He was still upset but the fight was draining out of him. It always did when he saw Dom naked.

"Fine, maybe you pan or summat, I don't care. I don't fink most of your fans give a fuck. You know wha' I been seeing? Support Cols. Your true people sticking up for us. A lot of 'em are calling 'er a 'omewrecker. Saying 'ey called it from day one." The punk smirked, he honestly wondered how it took them as long as it did.

The way the rapper's face calmed and almost went sad hurt his heart. The man had been so careful of him for too long. "At least no one thinks you're queerbating now huh?" He tried to tease and Dom laughed but it was a soft sound. They were scared of the unknown and this made their whole futures that. Colson walked closer slowly until he finally reached him and dropped to his knees, wrapping himself around his dominant.

Dom sighed and put his cigarette out before he tangled his hands in his boyfriend's hair and pushed him against his thigh. "I got you. Always got you." He soothed, scratching his blunt nails through the messy blonde locks. He could feel him trying to kiss over his skin and his dick started to fill at the attention. His brat had talked back to him though. "No. Go work your aggression out first. You ain't taking it out on me." He snapped, yanking rough at the man's scalp.

Colson whined, nuzzling his stubbled cheek against his lover's cock, his lips teasing over his tight balls. "I can work it out just fine right here."

Dom's answer was to push him back hard with his foot and to leave the room with his phone in hand. He had to punish his pet somehow and he needed to check in with his friends. Kells was left whining on the floor, his cock hard and leaking against his thigh. He wasn't surprised exactly, he knew raising his voice would get him in trouble but Dom rarely edged. He hated it.

Thirty minutes later Kells was hanging from a bar in his gym, his muscles burning from overuse. He was drenched in sweat and feeling far better than he had. His Daddy always knew exactly what he needed. He made it to forty upside down sit ups before the boy wandered in as naked as he had been before. He walked around as the rapper kept going and kept an eye on him but he could feel himself being watched. "One-hundred." He lied and his lover giggled, shaking his head as he finally made his way closer. It was certainly an interesting angle but Dom was near his dick a lot.

"Don't get down." The punk purred, his fingers tracing designs in his sweat. He couldn't help but shiver though he tried to obey. When the kid wrapped his fist around his shaft he almost slid off but he tightened his hold and felt his blood fighting where to rush.

"Dizzy." He panted, licking his lips and trying to blink the sweat from his eyes. Everything was fuzzy but with Dom standing over him he blocked all the light. The rapper had to rely on scent and that was all his boyfriend. The heady musk of dried cum was still stuck to his skin. He never cleaned up the night before.

"Good." Dom purred, stroking his lover. If he stood on tiptoe he could suck him off but he didn't want to give him too much too soon and that might actually make him fall. "Ya know, we could turn 'is into a lovely dungeon." He hummed, looking around. He could still remember the sex room Col had in his old house but of course Megan hadn't allowed that. Bitch was more vanilla than his mum's baked goods and twice as dense.

Kells whimpered, trying to put his arms down to ease the strain in his legs but Dom pinched his fingers between his toes until he stopped. If this kept up long he knew he'd pass out but it certainly wouldn't be the first time. Dom would take care of him. "You're all red." He teased, staring down at Col's face and the rapper laughed.

An idea struck him, he knew he wasn't really allowed to make decisions or ask for things, especially when he hadn't been a good boy but he hoped his lover would allow him something. "Spread your legs?" He was drastically thankful for how long he was as the boy surprisingly did as he asked. He could feel Dom's confusion as his arms pushed between those plush perfect thighs. The punk squeaked when Kells pulled him up off the floor. The palm around his cock tightened almost too much but after a moment his Daddy seemed to get the point and he wrapped his legs around Col's ribs as tight as he could.

Colson couldn't breathe but for a moment he didn't need to, his palms groped rough at pale freckled globes and his tongue searched out Dom's sweet pink hole. The flavor was musky and heavy, sweat and old cum and whatever just made Dom, Dom. A soft whimper escaped him as he tried to bury his tongue deeper but the boy struck, curling his mouth around Col's cock and that was fucking it.

Dom realized a moment too soon that his act of need was a mistake but he couldn't do anything about it. The man's legs slipped from the bar and they went tumbling, thankfully his ankles protected the rapper's head but his dick speared deep in the boy's throat and he choked hard, pulling off and spluttering. "You good?" The man rasped, his voice muffled between soft cheeks and Dom nodded but he knew he couldn't see. Fuck what a mess, but Kells didn't care, his boy could destroy him and he'd still beg for more. "What do you need?" It was a gentle beg and a way to show he was handing control fully back to his dominant but for once Dom just giggled and shook his head.

Normally he'd be embarrassed after something like that, normally he'd need to prove he was top. Instead of doing any of that he turned around and hovered over his still pink lover. "Oof, you bite ya lip on the way down?" He hummed, tracing Col's mouth where it bled.

"Probably more than that." He sighed, smiling up at his boyfriend. He was sure he was a mess but he didn't care, not when Dom stared at him like he was.

"Mmm, you fink blood works as lube?" He teased, he was sure some of it was painting his ass but he'd been allowing his man inside him far too much lately. The brat might be forgetting his place. "Suppose tha's why you ain't meant to work out naked."

Colson laughed, he was sure Dom was right but they'd been doing a little more than working out. He still hoped they would do more. "Why'd you turn around?" He pouted, making the boy smile.

"Wanted to look at you." He shrugged, flicking his tongue over the crimson covering his lover's mouth. There was a phrase floating around in his head and it turned his stomach to sharp winged butterflies. No matter what people thought he wasn't exactly soft, he couldn't be, not with all he'd been through. Still though there was something about Colson that had him thinking pretty words and slow sex. "Let me make love to you?" He asked before he could lock the words down and he fully expected the bastard to laugh.

Instead Kells froze under him, his blue eyes blinking fast for a moment as if he had to process the sentence. It sure as shit wasn't something he ever thought he'd hear from the boy. He wanted to ask what the game was but with Dom's heavy gaze on him he didn't think there was one. "Like… how?" He whispered, suddenly everything felt soft and loud at the same time.

Dom grinned slowly, he could feel himself shaking but Colson was trembling too. "Like me cock in tha' tight lil ass of yours like every night. Jus'... Slower. I fink." He hummed. Honestly he was just as confused by what he wanted. It wasn't something he'd ever even asked a girl, he didn't know what the fuck it entailed.

"I've never-"

"I know. Me um- me neiver. Wanna figure it out? Wiv me?" He stumbled over his words, for the first time he wasn't completely sure of himself and he tried to cover it up by standing up and reaching a hand down for his man.

"Yeah? O-okay." Shit, they were both nervous but neither knew why. The air felt electric though and every breath felt like fire. "Take me to bed?"

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

So this wasn't as rough as this fic normally is but I thought I'd let them get a little closer. I'm not even sure if these boys can make love but 😂 we'll all find out together ❤️‍🔥🚬

[sentfromwolves]

choose the characters w/ the most unhinged answers to these: 💀, 🧸, and ⛓️

OOOOH BOY SO MY MOST UNHINGED CHARACTERS ARE WREN AND NEMESIS I FEEL SO I'M GOING TO ANSWER FOR BOTH OF THEM LMAO

💀 - what do they believe happens after death?

🚬Nemesis: He has NO idea, but he's also effectively immortal when not under a really godawful curse placed on him by his mom. Quite frankly tiny baby Nemesis thought once he died he'd ascend to becoming the creepy monster under the bed or in the woods; like. he just thought he would die and ascend into being an urban legend monster. he'll never admit to anyone that it's totally illogical to him nowadays but he's still holding out hope that if he kicks the bucket he'll become the next mothman.

👽Wren: Wren knows that they keep getting reincarnated every single time that they die, which makes this whole question a little bit silly for them because they're like ACTUALLY!! I KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT ONE!!! HA!! but like... they have contemplated what happens in a permadeath situation which their brain is split down the middle on. logically they're like: i just go in the ground and become worm food yeehaw, but illogically wren is like: I want to become a galaxy when I die.

🧸 - favourite comfort item?

🚬Nemesis: So. Nemesis has a collection of retro furbies in his car that he's obsessed with. he's definitely skinned some of them and frankensteined others, and they 100% look like some of them are out of a horror story. but he loves them to death. he's got a really eclectic taste in shit (the middle console is full of tamagotchi) but when he's feeling super down, eating mcdonalds and messing around with his weird shit makes him happy

👽Wren: uhhh technically it is his cat, crabchowder. but if it has to be an inanimate object, Wren's biggest comfort item is his very robust collection of cardigans and sweaters he has stolen directly out of yeongbi's closet. he waits when yeongbi gets them until they're like ~~~1-2 years old for optimal yeongbi scent and wear and tear~~~ before stealing them and wearing them whenever he's in the dumps.

⛓️ - what would they do if they were held captive?

🚬Nemesis: fuck the captor. hopefully. if that doesn't work, he's perfectly happy to get incredibly violent until it's way more work to keep him than to just let him go.

👽Wren: idk man wren is such a wildcard. he'd sing 99 bottles of beer on the wall. he'd go on a three hour rant about where all the aliens went. he'd recite his mothman is real proposal. he'd be so annoying that his captors would let him go because they're about to claw their brains out of their heads because it's just too much to deal with.

[gotatext]

JUDE & ANGEL — DAY THIRTY-SEVEN.

location :   🚬 smoking area 🚬

time :   jude attempts to give angel advice in the wake of his evie drama.

featuring :  angel /  @dobits

angel reid

"i actually, like... really need your advice." maybe it's a hard left turn considering that since angel had joined jude over here they'd been mostly talking about obscure youtube videos and old memes. he cranes his head diplomatically. "or, well, not advice, but -- i dunno. maybe for you to talk me off the edge a little bit.

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

it’s not often that people come to jude for advice. he’s shit at giving it, shittier at following it — everyone in casa had told him to stay the fuck away from jenny, angel included, and look where that had gotten him. something hardwired into him just wants to do the opposite of the things he know he should. “fire away, my guy…” jude mumbles sparking his cigarette, which had gone out without him realising. “why you on the edge? like one of those looney tunes characters running along and suddenly you look down and realise you’ve walked off the edge of a cliff?” it makes sense in jude’s head. the cliff is probably callie, and he’s just pootling along, suddenly the stability of it all ripped from beneath him, though he isn’t exactly sure why. “woman trouble messing with your head?”

angel reid

“dude — exactly,” angel scoffs some relief that jude can effortlessly describe the exact way he’s feeling, both appreciative and unsurprised. there’s a reason this guy’s his bestie in here. he’s got a rolling paper in his hands in lieu of a fidget toy, manipulating the corners inward and then flattening it straight as he tries to lasso up his thoughts. “yeah, but it’s not even my woman! evie, man. like, i told you about how i made her cry yesterday, right? well, then we talked again later on and… like, i kinda lost my temper.” not a proud moment, very much unlike him. it has angel raking his hair back from his face, a gesture chock full of stress. “i just got this bad feeling she’s gonna be spreading shit about me to save face. like, letting people know i’m a real asshole just to kinda cover up her trying the bombshell thing on me.”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

there’s a shorthand between the two of them, the shared kind of language you get on film sets when you work with the same crew day-in, day-out. even when a flick of a wrist could mean a number of things — want a coffee? shall i bring that light up? need a different lens? was that out of focus? — with certain people you’d just know and angel’s one of those people. jude’s never been good at speaking, tends to say too much or nothing at all, mouth so dry it suddenly feels like words won’t even form, but with angel their communication goes beyond speech, they just get each other. “you lost your temper?” jude clarifies, a single eyebrow shifting up an inch on his forehead. angel, the guy who meditates every morning, and seems as unflappable as an oak getting caught up in his feelings? wow. this place really does fuck with your head. “okay, but was it like, sexy anger or like you’ve genuinely pissed me off kinda anger?” not that it matters either way, he’s just trying to picture the scene, sketch out a storyboard of what went down on the H.M.S evangelical. “for what it’s worth, i don’t think anyone would believe you’re the twat,” jude shrugs, taking a drag of his cigarette, and leaning in so that angel can light his own roll up from jude’s. “i mean, she’s new here. we barely know her. whereas you’ve got a track record for being an absolute g. don’t sweat it, bro.”

angel reid

“yeah, man, it was, like, everything i said was sending me to the electric chair,” angel complains, dragging his tongue across the paper as he rolls it all together. lips press together bitterly if not thoughtfully. “nah, it was genuinely annoying.” a pregnant pause, he huffs a sigh and lolls his head back. “maybe a little sexy, but not really in a good way, y’know? it was, like, trouble.” and not because of the callie of it all - the whole interaction was pretty void of any real flirtation - but because it was the first time he felt like he didn’t have a handle on things in here. “yeah, maybe… thanks, babes.” the end of his smoke cherries off of jude’s and he inhales the tobacco. “it was giving me you-in-casa vibes. like, you make one mistake and you’re sorry, but everybody’s gonna wanna guillotine you anyway.”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

jude still hasn’t spoken to the bombshells one-on-one, but angel’s assessment has him shrinking even further from the idea of it. starting out in casa and having to graft his way into staying, it feels like he hasn’t had the opportunity to get excited for new bombshells in the same way longer-term islanders have, and now that bombshells are here, they’re not interested in him anyway. “i hate that shit,” jude sighs, shaking his head with conviction. “when you feel like every word out your mouth bein’ dissected, typing up public apologies in the notes app of your iphone, its like i need me a PR team in here stat.” honestly, he feels for angel, has found himself in those arguments where it feels like everything you say is petrol bomb straight to the face of making any meaningful connections. “that feels like the romi situation for fuckin sure, man.” there were days in casa when jude was certain he’d be on the next flight home, face crossed out like a cast member of traitors for thinking with the wrong head. “i won’t lie, i kinda love a fight? especially when they’re sexy. but you ain’t built that way. you’re mellow.” he’s lucked out that jenny and him are built the same way, thrive on drama even if it makes them anxious and sick to their stomachs, even if it has him up all night pacing the halls, it means this thing that they’re building is important enough that everything else becomes background noise.  “just speak your truth, though. that’s all you can do. a lot of revolutionaries get their heads cut off for saying shit. people only realise how right they were afterwards.”

angel reid

it’s not very funny, but angel has to laugh, mostly out of relief for someone finally validating his confusing feelings on the matter, albeit unspecific and uninformed. “dude, exactly. it’s, like, breaking my brain.” the pressure of the villa and the way a mistake can irreparably shift opinion of you is hard, angel doesn’t know how jude’s been able to come out the other side. self awareness, maybe. knows who he is, what he likes, and what he doesn’t. “yeah, i’ve heard,” he teases mildly, can’t help but point out that him and jenny have been indulging in their fair share of spats lately. at least they seem to be enjoying it. “you know, jenny told me she likes you.” there’s a smile on his face like he’s swallowed a middle school aged canary, next he’ll pass jude a note bearing jenny’s name in pink ink and spritzed with victoria’s secret midnight berry body spray. “like… she like likes you.” now angel’s just putting it on, exhales a smokey laugh. “it was funny, she was, like, trying to decide if i should tell you so or not. like, trying to be all ten steps ahead as if you aren’t obviously into her. i’m like, dude, he wouldn’t care so much if he wasn’t down for you.”

[hakkais-hoe]

Dilf Hanma

[🐝]—

18+ nsfw

Well fuck me sideways the things I would let this man do to me 😮‍💨

Wrote more than I acc meant to 😂

🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪

Let’s get one thing straight Dilf Hanma is a complete tease and a cocky little (old) shit.

Dilf Hanma likes to show his darlings body off to his co-workers, Kisaki especially. He’s got your legs splayed either side of his spread knees, your back pressed against his tailored suit ring covered fingers stuffed in your pulsing hole, languidly thrusting in and out of you during meetings with the other Toman execs the squelching his long fingers create as the churn your walls fills the room, even over half the conversations it can be heard. Only lets you moan a few times before his other tattooed hand clamps tightly over your drooling lips, tears of frustration covering your pretty cheeks when he denies your finish, gets everyone’s attention when he hikes your legs up over the chairs arms.

Dilf Hanma that “chases” younger girls/guys. Let’s be real tho this man would chase no one you’ll know when he’s after you babes, those piercing yellow, now accentuated by gentle crows feet signs of his light ageing. A flirty smirk and wink thrown at you when you catch his eye.

Dilf Hanma that no longer enjoys physically sharing his “belongings”, personally I think he’d get possessive with age. If you’re fucking him then no one else gets to touch you. You’re his while it lasts babes ;)

Dilf Hanma that won’t hesitate to show anyone who you belong to, when the other execs get rowdy and have the nerve to flirt with you Dilf Hanma won’t be shy, he’ll throw your body straight onto the table in front of him, legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounds you to high heaven in front of those assholes, now he lets you scream as much as you want his hands rest on your hips then up to grip your throat, flexing and tightening with every slap of his hips. Dilf Hanma that uses his hands to make you cum before him so that he can make you milk his cock till he’s shooting blanks.

Dilf Hanma bites :)

Dilf Hanma that pulls out at shoots white ropes all up your stomach then just because he’s a dick he rubs it in and wipes some on your face. Gross but hilarious for him, sits himself back down after and just grins at your limp body over the table, catches the eye of whoever is across from the two of you to see if any of them have dared to jack off to you.

Dilf Hanma that buys you pretty jewellery with his name on it, Dilf Hanma that’s love language is still bulling you like he’s a teen again.

Dilf Hanma that grows attached to you too fast and try’s to avoid you at first, gets offended when you don’t look for him (we don’t do chasing men darlin), comes to find you. Finds you in a club with other men n has a bit of a internal paddy, cockily strides in and pulls your body into his away from anyone else.

“Did ya miss me, baby? ♡”

Dilf Hanma that’s toxic enough to baby trap you (if you identify as femal)

Or Dilf Hanma that toxic enough to gas light you enough to make you hate him but you know you couldn’t leave his toxic ass.

Dilf Hanma that can’t say ‘I love you’ instead he uses his body to show you how he feels.

Dilf Hanma that probably has a kid somewhere ngl, might not be in contact with them or might be who knows.

🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬🔪🚬

Requests are open loves :)

[painted-piggy-ships-archive]

【ＩＮＴＲＯ　ＰＯＳＴ】

Howdy-loo, there!

Welcome to 【ｔｈｅ　ｐｉｇｐｅｎ】, where yours truly swoons over some of the worst of the worst!

[follows from offbeat-the-clownlord] | [kin list if you’re interested lmao]

Names: Clownlord/Clownie (reference to main blog/previous url), Piggy, Billy, Keaton, or Ash. :o)

Identities: Genderfluid/Transsexual, Gay/nblm. 【ｅｘｔｒａｓ　＆　ｐｒｏｎｏｕｎｓ】

Current Pronouns: Hye/Hymn/Hymns/Hymnself, Lamb/Lambs/Lambself, It/Its, Mutt/Mutts/Muttself, Snow/Snows/Snowself, Teeth/Teeths/Toothself, 🦷/🦷s, ❄️/❄️s

Interests: Horror, Batman, film, fashion, music.

Mutuals!!: @canongf​ @captainscyarika​ @ghostlyvenus-selfships​ @knightfallships​ @void-selfships​ @sweet-tea-records​​

Talking Tag: clownie talks/clownie rambles -> piggy oinks/piggy rambles

More likely to respond to comments/answer asks than DMs!

STANDARD DNI [no pro/shi/ppers, bigots, rpf writers/supporters (I’d also lump fanfic about caricatures (i.e. JFK C/lon/e H/igh or Ha/mil/ton) into this group), AOT fans, will add more for clarity if needed...] | Specifics: Sp*deypool shippers (To clarify, I know the age gap is better in the comics than the MCU, I’m just not big on people who ship it following me...), Joker/H*rley shippers (Obviously), if we share any of the non-sharing indicated f/os.

My f/o list is Huge, so below the cut is just a selection of who all I’d say you’ll see the most content for on this blog! Don’t be surprised if I randomly post about someone who’s not on the visible list though. ;o)

【ｋｅｙ】: bold = I’m not comfortable sharing this f/o | italics = Ask before following if we share this f/o | ✨ = Comfort Character, always willing to talk about them | 💗 = Main | 💞 = Secondary | 💝 = Tertiary | 🏡 = Familial | 🌻 = Platonic | 💟 = QPP

【ｓｔｒｕｃｔｕｒｅ】: [f/o name] [source] | [relationship status or type] [marriage or engagement date if applicable] | [tag] [previous tag if applicable]

✨ 💗 The Joker [DC Comics] | Married (12•04•21) | 🃏A Joker and His Ace🃏

✨ 💗 Wade Wilson/Deadpool [MARVEL Comics] | Married (07•12•22) | 💣Bulletproof Boys💣

✨ 💗 Jack Torrance [The Shining] | Married (12•31•22) | 🪓Darling - Light of My Life🪓

✨ 💗 Charles “Chucky” Lee Ray [Child’s Play franchise] | Married (03•19•20) | 🌈Foul-Mouthed Little Fucker🌈 [💒Dollfriends💒]

✨ 💗 Betelgeuse [Beetlejuice] | Married (10•01•20) | 🪲Two Bugs in A Rug🪲 [🐞Two Bugs in A Rug🐞]

💞 Daniel Robitaille/Candyman [Candyman 1992] | Dating | 🐝Daniel is Orange🐝

💞 Tony Stark [MCU] | Engaged (11•08•22) | Tag: ⚙️Empire State of Mind⚙️

💞 Michael Myers [Halloween franchise] | Dating | 🔪The Night He Came Home🎃 [⚰️Buried Alive⚰️]

💞 John Kramer [Saw franchise] | Dating | 🧩The Missing Pieces🧩

💞 Egon Spengler [Ghostbusters] | Dating | 👓Spengler Time With Me👓

💞 Peter Venkman [Ghostbusters] | Dating | 👻You Talk a Lot of Shit (For Someone That Can’t Talk)👻

💞 Ashley J. Williams [The Evil Dead franchise] | Dating | 🍂Good. Bad. He’s The Guy With My Heart.🍂 [🏕️B-Movie Queens / That’s What We Are🏕️]

💞 Billy Lenz [Black Christmas 1974] | Dating | ☎️Waiting By The Phone☎️ [🎄Ick!🎄]

💞 Dr. Otto Octavius [Spider-Man 2 (2004)] | Dating | 🐙6 Arms to Hold You Tight / Does That Make You an Insect???🐙

💞 Anton Chigurh [No Country For Old Men] | Dating | 🐮Sugar Bully🐮

💝 Hannibal [NBC’s Hannibal] | Dating | 🍽️Ella et Porcus🍽️ [🍷Sapere Aude🍷]

💝 The Medic/Dr. Ludwig [TF2]  | Married (08•03•22) | 💉I Need A Doctor (Ohh!~)💉

💝 The Heavy [TF2] | Married (04•15•22) | 🥪Toll & Smol🥪

💝 The Spy [TF2] |  Married (01•22•22) | 🕵️‍♂️Mes Affections ne sont pas Un Masque🚬

💝 Sweeney Todd [Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street] | Married (08•19•21) | 💈I Will Learn to Love Again💈

💝 Spamton G Spamton [Deltarune] | Dating | 📞MORE PERSISTENT THAN A [Pop-up Ad]📉

💝 Dr. Frank-n-Furter [Rocky Horror Picture Show] | Dating | 👠Material Girl👠

💝 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader [Star Wars] | Dating | 🖤Courage Dear Heart🖤 [🖤Shadowed Love🖤]

💝 Scott Pilgrim & Ramona Flowers [The Scott Pilgrim comics] | Dating | ❗Multiplayer❗

💝 Herbert West [Re-Animator] | Dating | 💚Love Is Nothing More Than a Chemical Scam (Will You Stay by My Side?)💚

🏡 Pamela Voorhees [Friday the 13th] | Adoptive Mother | 🧸Mama Voorhees🧸 [🧸]

🏡 Jason Voorhees [Friday the 13th] | Adoptive Brother | 🧸Jason🧸 [🧸]

🏡 Morticia Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Mother | 🥀Black Is Such a Happy Colour🥀 [🥀]

🏡 Gomez Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Father | 🤺Either Way What Bliss🤺 [🤺]

🏡 Wednesday Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Sister | ☠️Poison Sister☠️ [☠️]

🏡 Pugsley Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Brother | 🧨Explosive Brother🧨 [🧨]

🏡 Fester Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Uncle | 💡Uncle Fester💡 [💡]

🏡 Addams “catch-all” tag: 🕷️*Snap Snap!*🕷️ [ 🕷️]

🏡 The Sawyer Brothers [The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Pt. 1 & 2] | Cousins | 🍖Sawyer Family Shenanigans🍖

🏡 Glen & Glenda Ray [Child’s Play franchise] | Step-kids | 🎸Rebel & Rhinestone🎀

🏡 J. Jonah Jameson [Raimiverse Spider-Man] | Uncle | 🗞️

🏡 Queen [Deltarune] | Adoptive Mom | 💾C0mput3r M0m👑

🏡 Susie [Deltarune] | Adoptive Daughter | 🪓Axe Daughter💪

🌻 Tiffany Ray-Valentine [Child’s Play franchise] | 👰Living Dead Girl👰

🌻 Barbra & Adam Maitland [Beetlejuice] | 🌻👻 [🌻]

🌻 Peter Parker [MCU & Raimiverse] | 🕸️Spiderboy🕸️

🌻 Nellie Lovett [Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street] | 🥧Try It! (You Might Like It)🥧

🌻 TF2 Mercs [TF2] | 💰Mercs of A Feather💰

🌻 Wallace Wells [Scott Pilgrim comics] | 🍸Tequila!🍸

💟 Ray Stantz [Ghostbusters] | ❤️Heart of The Ghostbusters❤️

💟 Winston Zeddemore [Ghostbusters] | 🌃Everyman’s Man🌃

💟 The Demoman [TF2] | 🍻The Cyclops & The Pig🍻 [🍻The Cyclops & The Clown🍻]

[quizzyisdone]

Jaded Lovers | GN! Reader x Russell Adler, Frank Woods, Alex Mason

A/N: Some headcanons requested by an anon long ago (like a really long time ago). Sorry this took so long for me to get to but the prompt is how Adler and Woods would react to your asshole ex approaching you again. I also included a bit of Mason because why the hell not?

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of assault, abusive relationships, intoxication

Russell Adler

🚬 Adler definitely wouldn’t outright fight them, nor call your ex any names, at least to their face. He’s learned it’s a hell of a lot scarier when he’s acting calm and collected, despite how much Adler truly hates them for what they did to you. 

🚬 When the ex decides to approach and make some smart-ass comments, Adler has to prevent himself from going apeshit. After all, a lawsuit or a murder trial wouldn’t look very good on his records.

🚬 "I suggest you back off.” Adler would say coolly, lighting a cigarette as you would cling to his shoulder. Although you didn’t appreciate his stoic front and preferred his softer, emotional side, you knew that responding with any sort of emotion probably wasn’t advisable.

🚬 “What are you going to do about it?” Oh. That pissed off Adler even more, apparently your ex had a death wish. Adler stood up, his body only a foot away from your ex’s, and he seemed to tower over them, even if the two are comparable in height. It’s all about the glare.

🚬 “Y’know, I used to work in the CIA. I knew someone exactly like you. Cheated on their partner, hit them, called them names.” Adler paused, taking a drag of his cigarette before tossing it onto the ground while maintaining a nonchalant front. “They disappeared awhile back. No one ever found their body.”

🚬 Adler’s unspoken threat to literally kill the man was heard loud and clear. The ex would back off with their tail between their legs. “You didn’t have to threaten to murder them!” You scolded, lightly jabbing his shoulder.

🚬 “They were bothering me. They’re an asshole anyways.” A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Now come here.” Adler opens his arms, prompting a kiss from you. 

Frank Woods

💥 Now Woods would surely throw a few swings at your asshole ex. You’d be at a bar, Woods was ~very~ intoxicated when you pointed at your ex who also happened to be there. He had heard the stories and all but to see the person. Oh boy.

💥 He’d side eye the ex the entire time, but wouldn’t start anything unless provoked. So, when your ex notices you and approaches, Woods possessively grabs your hand, gripping it tight to try and ward the person off. It doesn’t work, however.

💥 “Didn’t think you had it in ya, Y/N. Never thought you’d get over me, everyone thought I had broken you.” They’d chuckle, a cruel grin on their face. “But I didn’t think the dude would be so.. old.” They side-eyed Woods, and that was all the provocation the man needed.

💥 They didn’t even have time to react before Woods had sucker punched them in the face, leaving a satisfying bloody nose that would most definitely bruise later on. As if that wasn’t enough, Woods grabbed them by the collar, slamming them into the bar. “I’ll show you old!!” Woods snarled, raising his fist once more.

💥 "Frank! Enough!” You pulled him back. “I think they got the point.” You were admittedly a bit angry that Woods was about to put your ex-lover in a hospital. Not because they didn’t deserve it, but you didn’t want Woods to be charged with assault, neither of you could afford the lawyer or the legal fees.

💥 You drove him back to your place, as you weren’t drinking that night, in an angry silence. “Y’know they deserved that, right?” Woods finally broke the quiet as he slurred, a smile plastered on his face as he seemed to ignore the fact that you were fuming.

💥 “Yes, Frank...” You trailed off, rubbing your temples as you put the car in park. “But were you even thinking when you pulled that stunt?”

💥 “Yeah. Thinking about all the shit they did to you.” He shoot you a cocky grin and a chuckle. “I’m sorry baby, let me make it up to you, mmkay?” Woods said, going to place sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over your neck, knowing you’d melt like putty and be forced to forgive him. 

💥 “You’re insufferable.” You quipped, giggling as you gladly took Woods up on his offer. (Might make this one a fic ngl)

Bonus! Alex Mason

💯 Like Adler, I can’t really see him outright physically fighting your ex, not without a hell of a lot of provoking on your ex’s part. He’s trying to lose that temper of his and to actually be that pretty chill dude everyone thinks he is, even if the ex is a giant asshole and he hates everything they did to you. 

💯 Would opt to ignore the person at first, maybe not giving them the attention that your ex so desperately sought. However, if that wouldn’t work, he’d issue a few warnings.

💯 "You might wanna go away, before this gets ugly.” Mason will warn, he doesn’t want to go apeshit, but might just do so if they keep it up. 

💯 “What the fuck are you going to do about it?” Your ex snarls, and that temper Mason has that he tries so desperately to hide is unleashed.

💯 He delivers solid blow to their cheek, one that was sure to bruise soon enough. That was just the warning too.

💯 Mason is that kind of lover who’s like “Don’t fuck with my S/O or I will ruin your life.” in my opinion. He absolutely hates the hell that you’ve been put through because of that person and he kind of loses it for a moment.

💯 Y’know, the kind of lose it where he gets that look in his eye and actually becomes somewhat scary. Sure Woods and Adler might’ve threatened much worse but Mason is scary because he’ll actually act on his impulse once provoked enough.

💯 But if you put yourself in the middle he’ll immediately soften up and realize that he kind of just blacked out in his fit of rage. Sometimes he gets so angry he doesn’t understand what he’s really doing until someone he loves brings him out of it. (That’s also why Woods is kind of his crutch)

💯 “Oh God I’m so sorry, baby.” He’ll say once the ex leaves and the dust settles down. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

💯 “Hey, it’s okay.” You give him that gentle smile and he can’t help but return it and embrace you into his arms.

[psychoticwillgraham]

This old man is exhausted so I’m letting Blaine take over until we physically can’t stay awake. He pretty much posts exactly the same shit as the host, including the incomprehensible shitposts so enjoy I guess. -🚬Constantine

[we-are-the-sickness]

do all the emojis hoe,,

☝ - How tall are you?I'm actually 5'2 now! Yoga helped me grow ^.^
✔ - Sexual OrientationBi asf
🚬 - Do you Smoke?Not anymore,,
🍷 - Do you Drink?Occasionally 
♒ - Do you Take Drugs?Not anymore lol
😳 - Age you get mistaken for?Mid 20s /:
💉 - Have Tattoos?Not yet!
✏️ - Want any tattoos?Yeeees def
✂️ - Got any Piercings?Jst my ears atm
✌ - Want any piercings?Yeah I want more
👌 - Best friend?Probably the hoe who messaged me
♥ - Do you like anyone?👀🍝 always
🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands?ToolSlipknotMetallicaGenesisPuscifer(Carina round but she's jst alone)
🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs?EEEMSoad-spidersPuscifer-monsoonsCarina round- into my bloodTool-wings for Marie pt1&2Ozzy Osborne-fire in the sky
😒 - Biggest pet peeve?Ppl that eat w they mouth open
📝 - Story from your childhood.I had this fucking pink Barbie ball that u would bounce on like an exercise ball? I was jst bouncing around one day happy as could be and mama told me not to bounce on the tile did I listen? No. Bounced on the tile fell off hit the right side of my head aNd it still hurts sometimes
💬 - I wish…I WISH THAT one day I'll be able to have all the plants I ever wanted
‼️ - Something you’ll change?My negative outlook on life I have sometimes
💦 - What makes you horny?Probably touchin I MEAN I CANT JUST PIN POINT SOMETHING RN I'm Pandora's box ya never know probs touchin during making out.
🌟 - A wish you’ll wish for?Didn't I jst answe this
🔥 - Something spicy you like?Most anything like I rly like spicy food so. Ive been rly wanting the spicy chicken sandwich from chik fil a lately tho
👃 You hate the smell of ….Old house, dead mouse etc
👊 - Something you hate?Ppl talking about something they DNT know shit about
🚶 - Are you single?Not necessarily 
💬 - Can we text?If we mutuals!
💌 - Fan mail me?Sure!
💍 - Marry me?If ur samm than yes
💘 - Be my tumblr crush?!! I always wanted to be someone's fave
💭 - Favorite foods?Orange chicken, steak, Mexican food, BBQ brisket, a lot of Chicago foods.
☀ - Story about your day.I'm jst doing chores rn nothing too exciting. I'm wearing pink Winnie the Pooh eeor pj pants and a palm tree shirt and I went out to get the mail n my neighbor way down the road was staring at me from their yard
💘 - Top 5 celebrity crushes?THEO ROSSIBen mDoes yogagirl count as a celebIdk who else
🎥 - Top 5 favorite movies?The dressmakerThe hobbitHolesPaddington bearIdk what else
📺 - Top 5 favorite TV shows?GrimmAgents of shieldDaredevilLuke cageIron fist 
✏ - Random fact about yourself.I have a lot of Scottish in me blood
✈️ - Where are you from?Loves park illinois 
🚀 - Where do you wanna visit?SWEDEN
😍 - Do you have a crush?OUI
😷 - Something you hate eating?uhhh not much there some textures I don't like tho can't name anything rn tho
🙈 - What makes you shy?KINDNESS USUALLY
💃 - Can you dance?I mean I groove that's all I do 
💏 - Do you love anyone?@thinflower
👟 - Favorite shoe(s) to wear?My docs they r so comfortable 
🌴 - A island you would visit?I'd like to go back to Maui tbh
🌎 - A country you would visit?Aahhh there's so many
🌀 - Favorite type of weather?Warm spring weather w the breeze
🔮 - Do you believe in luck?I think so
📱 - What kinda phone do you have?iPhone 7
📅 - Favorite time of the year?If everything wasn't so depressing this time of yr it would probably be from April to June 
📚 - Career goal you want?To accumulate enough money to start my own business comfortably 
🍴 - Favorite food(s) to eat?Orange chicken, steak, Mexican food, BBQ brisket, a lot of Chicago foods.
🍭 - Favorite Candy?HNNN I really don't kno 
🍇 - Favorite fruits?ALL
🚘 - Dream car(s)?Dodge Journey and a 1969 mustang 429 boss
🚔 - Have you ever been arrested?Not yet
🚑 - Have you ever driven in an ambulance before?I think so
🎫 - Do you have a license?Yep
🚼 - Do you have or want kids?I think I might one dayIDK MAN
🔞 - Are you under 18?Nop
🐶 - Do you own a pet?MmmHMM 
😔 - Something that makes you sad?I often think abt how sad other ppl are or were and I get sad But I also get sad abt myself
😡 - What pisses you off?A lot lmao
😏 - What turns you on?I KINDA ANSWERED THIS
😈 - Are you a freak?probably 
💪 - Do you work out? Oui!THAT TOOK WAY TOO MUCH TIME