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[prof-ramses]

Hollow Sorrows Trailer Breakdown LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

Obviously, if you don't want spoilers, scroll away. If you've already seen the trailer, LET'S GO!!!

So when we first see possessed Patty, she looks mostly normal, you can't even see her demon teeth through the mask yet. John and Jack probably only came in since they heard a scream and/or struggle coming from the morgue.

So we get a shot of the boys being too chaotic, something Gregor points out and what will likely cause the "bad character development" Pelo ahs mentioned.

Also, since it's 100% what Pelo would do, Costume Bob is the guy in the HF suit. Mark my words.

The scene with the hatz is really interesting to me, since Skid and Pump just annoys Roy for a moment and leave. I think this might be all we get of the hatzgang this time, similar to how Frank only had a brief Appearance in Tender Treats. If my theory that episode 7 will focus on Roy is true, this little scene will be very interesting to dissect when the full episode drops.

We actually get out first proper glimpse at a new character and I think this old man is the very last character in the line up teaser

And there's also a pretty good chance he Roy's grandfather and given the way he reacts to the boys antics here, I can definitely see him being a another reasons Roy's the way he is.

If he actually is Roy's grandpa, then @crossover-enthusiast and I's Roy discussions are going to get really fun pretty soon.

Here, Skid is clearly holding a framed photo, meaning this will almost certainly be the first time his father is brought up directly.

Also, yeah, with Pump's line about "hangover spooky month", it seems my theory about Lila in this episode was at least half right.

Yet more proof that the boys' absent parents will be more of a focus. The trailer as a whole gives me some ideas regarding the Wonder parents, but I feel they're best saved for another time.

The boys get into trouble with the cops and I have 2 theories regarding when, either Gregor tries to get them sent home before going to the hospital, but they talk their way out of it, or they actually do get sent home at the end of the episode.

John's expression here immediately makes we think that something Skid or Pump said reminded him of his daughter. Another plot thread that has yet to be directly acknowledged.

Ignacio watches Gregor lead the boys away, maybe he lives down the street from Skid and Lila to keep an eye on them for the cult?

Either way, I'm surprised his appearance won't take place in the hospital as I previously predicted.

"I will be your guide. And I know your parents would be proud of you."

There's something undeniably sinister about this line, but how sinister hinges on whether Gregor is a cultist or ex-cultist. Whatever the case may be, he definitely knows more about or sees more in the boys than he lets on.

A great title card, and thought the blood everywhere is definitely concerning, I don't think there's anything to really say here, just wanted to get a screenshot of it.

And it would appear the character I've referred to as the cat lady will have the unenviable role of a hapless victim to the episode's villain. But honestly, I'm more surprised by her being at the hospital in the first place and why that never occurred to me before.

The actual progression of Patty's possession confirms to she's possessed by something other than Moloch. And what seals it for me is, fittingly, the eyes. The white of her eyes becomes a more vivid yellow, yet her pupil snot only don't form Moloch's typical spirals, but they're a more vivid shade of baby blue, a color that has never had any significance in the series before. Moloch will mostly be trapped in Dexter before eventually possessing Gregor, I will die on this hill.

AND THE FUGGIN' RELEASE DATE!!!

Alright, that's all, only a month now. We're so back!

[umbraticstickerz]

Swapping the fake devil kid with Pump is such a big brain move

ISISKKWKW lmao thanks. I just thought it was funny. Plus no need to make a costume design when Natas(my little name for Costume Bob) already has one so yeah

Also I have this little doodle page of they so like why not put it here i mean its relevant so ye.

[kandibatz]

[eunchancorner]

Oooo I wanna join in on the butterflies!!

Shotty is a melissa blue

Frank is a large blue

Captain is either a ulysses butterfly or a blue banded eggfly

And Costume Bob is a butterfly moth because I think it'd be silly

The Candy Dealer also feels like he'd be a moth but idk which one

Captain can be a blue banded eggfly since the Ulysses butterfly is taken, and candy dealer can be a black witch moth

Also I'll be honest I completely forgot all of them existed for a while-

[ell-does-stuff]

MAKING A BIG OL POST OF EVERYTHING I GOTTA SAY ABOUT THE NEW SPOOKY MONTH BECAUSE HOLY SHITTTT THERES A LOT

‼️‼️SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY‼️‼️

THE THIEVES ARE BACK WOOOOOOOO!! IVE MISSED THEM SM

also eepy lila

while gathering images for this ive noticed that the "pile of dexter" as im calling it is staring at the thieves the whole time they're in the attic (specifically fat thief)

is he somehow still alive???? just possessing a pile of dead doll????????

so cool to see the big ass spider get some actual relevance!! def gonna be important next episode for sure

ROSS'S DAD!!!!!!!!

also jaune is so pretty with her hair down like omggg... love to see her being such a supportive friend to lila as well

"are you throwing away dad's stuff mom?" WAAAAAA MY POOR BABYYY IM GONNA CRYYY

HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN

theyre so me

DEXTERRRRJRJRJRHSHSHDBBDBSB!!+!!!!!(!!

"this cat looks sick im taking it to the vet" BULLSHIT i know what you are. 👁️👁️

DEXTER'S MOM!?!?????!?!?!?!?!!!??? i had no idea she would ever show up like wow i did not expect to see her at all

poor little babies and their lack of parents

ok sorry ik im joking here but MAN this scene made me feel bad 😭😭😭

THE FUCK.

pretty sure this dude is the same guy as the "costume bob" in the last episode??? i felt bad for him last time but here he seems like kind of a pathetic and weird ass man ngl lol

RADFORRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!(!!(;+;!;(;;(;??;(;;!!(+!!++!(++!

HES SUCH A GOD DAMN SILLY NERD MAN LIKEEEEE "he even sounds like he does in the movies!!!!!!" BROOOO I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMM DJJDGWHDHSHFH

he is EXACTLY how i pictured he would be!! my brain is not gonna shut up about him for the next few days i just know it HAHAHAH

also my caramelpopcorn (thats their ship name right?? or was it candycorn??? i forgor lol) heart is completely full, i loved actually seeing him and kevin canonically interact, they are perfect <3

HES IN THE CANDY CLUB OUTFIRTBD RJSHNF EBDJFBSBDJC EJDUFBEBW DKXN SCUEBFNFBRJSJCJCHDB!!!!(!!!!!;+;(;!!(+!!

"im... uh... like an uncle!!" "i just wanna help the children..." BROO??? feeling kinda bad for frank rn, these are like the only kids he genuinely cares about and hes being turned away from em

ik hes a shady guy but STILL

GREGOR LOOKS SO GOOFY DOING THE DANCE JDBDHSHFHD LIKE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THATTTTT

also i made this gif myself yall better like it

aaaaaaaaaand dexter's mom is dead.

like son like mother i guess 💀

love how ignacio's door has small little boards on it from when they bashed it with a hammer HAHAHHA

also, looking at the inside of ignacio's house, is that john's family on the little table there???

one of the images in the arg gives a better look at this, but i had no idea it was in IGNACIO'S HOUSE of all places. why does he have that??? and right by the gun too.... what is this silly cult man planning......

(the arg image in question if yall were wondering)

"we understand you" "we're here for you dude" "thank you guys, i just wish things weren't so..." HATZGANG FRIENDSHIP WAAAAA!!!!!

also ROY HAS BEEN THROUGH SHIT MY POOR GUYYYY i wanna hug him mannnn 🥺

IMAGE LIMIT IS KILLING ME SO IM GONNA REBLOG THIS WITH MORE SHIT TO SAY BECAUSE I AM NOT DONE MANNN‼️‼️‼️‼️

[dollfxcx]

Hello!!

Pennywise x reader smut where he's trying to get past his heat?

But with the slight difference he has the clussy/female genitalia ( I just don't see to much content of him this way but I would love sm to see that bossy bottom clown! ) IF you're comfortable with that!!

I'm sorry it took so long but I had a bit of a writer's block. I had another request for penny in heat and wrote it but that one had, like, male genitalia and shit so I believe I overdid the heat topic back when I wrote that one.

I tried my best tho so I hope I won't disappoint 😔🙌🏻

TW: nsfw, otherwise none

Word count: (1.5k+)

You carefully observe yet another shiny rock that Pennywise has brought you. It is round and smooth, very similar to the other twenty that you have carefully placed inside a satin bag, which is now resting on your bedside table.

Another fine addition to your collection. It's been a week now that Pennywise has limited himself to doing three things, giving you rocks that are vaguely different from normal driveway pebbles (as already mentioned), dedicating himself to perfecting his nest and whining, which he is still doing as he curls up like a huge cat on his new round shaped bed. About a week ago he raided clothes that you no longer wear and out of them he built a nest, not particularly large but spacious enough to accommodate his enormous size which, as you can see, has grown in the last few minutes . Even if he's…well, whatever he is, the signs of what he's going through are as clear and recognizable as dawn. You get out of bed, your hands are shaking slightly, and you approach his nest, which is located in a corner of your room, squeezed between two walls, as if he wanted maximum protection, and in front of the mirror. Pennywise stares at you sideways, shifting slightly with a stifled moan to make room for you. He tries everything not to make eye contact with you, but he's forced to when you grab his legs and spread them, placing yourself between them.

"What's the problem?" you asked, running your fingertips up and down his inner thighs. If he wasn't in this situation you would never have dreamed of doing this, but you know very well that, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, your touch is all he needs right now. Pennywise growls softly, you hear it coming from deep in his chest like a rumble of thunder, but even if he bares his teeth in a (feigned) threatening way, you hardly flinch.

"Don't play dumb, you're smart, for a human." he mutters, his thighs shaking slightly under your touch. You smile at him and lean on your arms to reach his eye level. His golden irises melt to a deep blue with the blink of an eye, his lips part slightly, allowing you to see his buck teeth peek through them. His gaze is attentive, but not disinterested at all, it's as if he were asking you, praying you, to help him. Obviously he's too proud to do that, at least for now. You cup his cheeks, skin soft and warm from the heat that's making him feel so sick, desperate for release. He looks at you adoringly and if he wasn't the one who needed help, you'd beg him to fuck you right then and there. But this is not the right time. In one fluid motion, your hands slide to the back of his neck, working his clown costume collar to take it off as fast as possible. When you finally throw it across the room, you notice with pleasant surprise how flushed the skin of his neck is, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he swallows expectantly. You chuckle as you slide your hand down his chest, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his suit, Pennywise throws his head back with a strangled whine.

"Stop that." he orders ruefully, his eyes half closed, and you immediately cease every movement. His head snaps up and he glares at you, you can't help but laugh at his needy reaction.

"What? You told me to stop and I did, Penny." you go back to work on his costume, finally pulling off the top part.

"Stop... teasing me." he clarifies, dragging the letter S, which vibrates on his tongue like the hiss of a snake.

"What if I don't?" you ask, pulling off, with a sharp tug, his shoes, which roll on the floor with a jingle of bells, Pennywise sighs heavily when your fingers start to lower the hem of his pants.

"I will c…hew your head off and f-feed on your flesssh." he almost stammers, involuntarily arching his back to make it easier for you to take off his pants. When the job is done, you can't help but sigh, his body is slender and pale, his crotch is plain, without any hint of genitals, just like what a Ken looks like.

"Mhh, though I'm sure that I'd be more useful to you alive than dead. Don't you think?" you whisper in his ear, pressing there a kiss as your lips slowly drift down his jaw and neck, occasionally sucking at the skin and leaving soft reddish spots on his milky white skin, as if a painter had dropped blobs of gouache on a brand new canvas. Pennywise squirms slightly at your constantly inflicted stirrings, his head hanging to one side like he's a broken puppet, completely at the mercy of your movements.

"Open up, pretty boy." you murmur as your knuckles tap lightly on the flesh of his crotch, action that makes him shiver further. Though you hear him growl at his now complete loss of command, he does as requested, he opens a thin slit more or less where his cock usually sits, beautifully flushed like the rest of his most sensitive parts, as you've noticed. 

You lick your lips briskly as your forefinger draws a line from his navel down to his slit, applying light pressure on it to dilate it a few millimeters. Pennywise squirms lazily, probably fighting his instinct to bite your hand off, his teeth sharpening slightly.

"You're being so good, it will all be over soon." you assure him while your forefinger sinks further into his slit, from which a thick and transparent fluid is leaking. You lick it off your fingers without ever ceasing to look into his eyes, he arches his back letting out a groan.

"Sit down for me, will you?" you suggest, but you don't wait for him to do it, you pull him by the arm and position yourself behind him.

"Now spread your legs." you murmur into his ear, you see him take a quick look at the mirror that's right in front of the both of you, the same mirror that's showing him from a perspective he's never seen himself from before. Your fingers return to his slit, which has opened further, as if he's inviting you, praying you, to fill it as soon as possible.

"Look at you, all wet for me. You want me this much?" you ask, your fingers insert themselves into him with a speed that takes his breath away, his head rests on your shoulder, a whimper trapped in his throat makes you throb, your thighs clench. Your fingers pump into him quickly, your thumb tracing slow circles around his clit. His lips are open wide, his jaw looks dislocated, so you stick two fingers into his mouth for him to suck on, to make him feel a little better. It seems to work as you feel him lapping at your fingertips, a light purr coming from his throat.

"Keep looking at us, don't take your eyes off yourself." you hiss in his ear, his legs suddenly and abruptly spasm as you increase the speed of your thrusts.

"I need you as much as you need me. Say it. Tell me you need me." you almost implore him while you kiss his neck, you then slither back onto your knees, in front of his body flushed by need, depriving him of any contact. Pennywise lets out a frustrated wail, his hips trembling and buckling in search of your magnanimity.

“I n…eed you” he then stammers, desperately seeking his release.

"Good boy." you compliment him, jerking your head down and allowing your tongue to dig into his warm, wet opening. Pennywise gasps and moans for the first time, it's a loud sound he's been holding back until now. You hum against him, your lips closing around his clit and sucking hard, and he's so overstimulated that, out of the corner of your eye, you see his claws getting sharper with every passing second. Then he says something you never expected. He says your name, once, twice, three times, over and over again like it's a mantra he needs to hold on to in order to keep himself from going crazy.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n... please." he gasps, his hair tousled and his eyes narrowed, his claws dug into the soft fabric of his nest as he cums hard, with a guttural sound that sounds like a cry, trembling feverishly under your tongue which is cleaning away every trace of him. When you sit back down, he can hardly look at you.

"Come on, it's not that bad, being fucked once in a while, right?" you tease him, cupping his face and kissing the tip of his nose, he grabs your hand and sucks your fingers needily.

"Need to feed." he briefs you, brows arched in concentration, seeking to savor your arousal and the release of him together.

"Whatever you need, Penny. Whatever you need."

[pparadiselost]

Hello, if im not bothering you can you write about oliver aiku? I love him sm

good cop, bad cop.

oliver aiku x fem reader oliver has a thing for play pretend. warning(s): nsfw, corrupt cop x criminal dynamic, roleplay, blowjob, sexual transaction minors do not interact.

“officer, i know i’ve been a baaaaaad girl,” your words roll off of your tongue in buttery waves, your voice hiking up a faux pitch. “but do you really have to punish me? i didn’t even misbehave that much…”

once in a blue moon, you have to admit that your dear boyfriend could come up with not-so-bad ideas. his brain only ever works when either sex or soccer are involved, but you’d be damned if his ideas weren’t good. they might be a bit basic, but you’d also be lying if you said that dressing up and doing a little lewd roleplay didn’t get you excited too.

the slutty prisoner costume he got for you is a bit tight against your body, but the stretchy material clings to your skin and makes it so that you can’t hide any of your curves from oliver’s wandering eyes. you couldn’t even get the zipper on the chest to go over your breasts fully, so you gave up, letting your tits almost tumble out of the whorish costume. it wasn’t like they’d stay covered up that long anyway, and you decided it was better to spare yourself the trouble of struggling to get it up all the way. a pair of plastic handcuffs clink against one of your wrists, hanging limply from your arm.

“shit… y’know how things are.” your boyfriend shrugs. his own costume is a cheap imitation of a police officer. it’s also a bit too small for his tall and built body, but just like you, he hasn’t bothered buttoning his shirt up all the way. his broad chest peeks through the undone front, and a sloppily done tie swings from his collar. a sloppy smile decorates his lips, and he tips up his hat a bit to get a better glimpse at you. “the law is the law, girlie. it wouldn’t be fair for me to let you off without punishment just ‘cuz you’re pretty.”

you pout, and you saunter a bit closer to oliver. you stick your lips out, making sure his eyes catch over the plump flesh of your mouth. you flutter your eyelashes coyly at him. “you think i’m pretty, officer? c’mon… surely there has to be something i can do to get out of trouble. i’d do anything, sir. anything.”

a twinge of warm pride flickers inside your chest. you think you’re doing a pretty good job at playing the role of the minx-like prisoner, willing to seduce your way out of trouble. oliver leans back in his seat, enough to make the front legs lift off the ground for a few moments. he pretends to mull it over, and he rubs at his eyes with one of his big hands. he’s also good at playing the role of the sleazy cop, pretending as if he’s split between choosing his vices or his honor, and you watch him with bated breath.

“anything, you say? can i hold you to that?” he laughs bitterly. he sits forward, letting the chair fall back onto the ground with a loud ‘thump.’ you swallow thickly.  the two of you both know how this roleplay is going to end, but you still want to appreciate the finer details in it. 

his mismatched eyes are honed onto your face. he had been mentally undressing you with his gaze for a long time now, the boyish glee in his eyes telling you that he was eating up your appearance. but now, that gleam in his eyes feels darker, more wanton, almost as if he’s placing the ball back into your court. 

the choice is for you to make.

you rub your thighs together exaggeratedly, and you lick your lips. you nod, bobbing your head up and down eagerly. your tits bounce alongside with your movement. “yes, officer! i mean it. i would do anything.”

your mouth waters in anticipation as oliver clicks his tongue, and the sloppy grin that appears on his lips only means one thing. he spreads his legs slightly, and with one hand, he starts to undo the belt buckle around his waist. with a few metallic clinks, it slides out of his hand and off of his body, landing on the ground without much fanfare. he gestures in between his legs, patting the inside of thighs.

“you know what to do. on your knees, sweetheart,” he purrs. you walk closer to him, sauntering over and making sure he gets a good look at your standing form. you sink down to your knees, and you sensually slide your hands up oliver’s thighs. a low groan bubbles up from the back of his throat, catching on his teeth as he lets out a deep exhale.

he has a perfect view of your tits from where he leans back, and he happily ogles at your chest. your hands ghost over his clothed crotch, humming to yourself when your fingers rub provocatively against the visible bulge. leave it to him to get this horny in an instant, and your cunt clenches weakly at the thought of his heavy, hung cock. oliver groans quietly when you continue to rub him through his police officer costume, but he doesn’t rush you. 

“shit, pretty girl… are you teasin’ me right now? you’ve got some nerve,” he chuckles. you smile up at him innocently, and you move your face closer to his tent. you place your cheek against his covered cock, and you coyly rub your face all over his dick. oliver throws his head back and lets out a moan, his breathing turning shallow as he dissolves into a fit of airy laughter.

but you know better than to let the control get to your head. after all, you’re nobody but a desperate inmate who needs a way out, and the best way to do that is to seduce the hedonistic officer in front of you and be on your merry way. you grip the zippers of his pants and carefully coax it down, making sure to take your time so that you could drive the man in front of you even crazier with desire.

his cock strains heavily against his boxers, practically begging to be freed and pleasured. your eyes widen with glee when you see how hot and big it is just for you. your core twists with arousal knowing that you can get him acting up in this way, and you continue to stroke him through his underwear.

“are you this hard already, officer?” you giggle, feeling his dick twitch through the thin fabric of his boxers. a small damp stain marks where his tip is, and you slip your fingertips under the waistline of his underwear. you don’t take his cock out just yet, and you trace a heart pattern into the skin of his waist, feeling his muscles and abs contract underneath your hands. “do you want me that badly, sir? my, i’m kind of flattered…”

“hah… i wouldn’t take it as a compliment just yet, sugar,” he breathes. his chest rises and falls, and he lifts his hand to tap his pointer finger against your cheek. “you haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“oh, i will, sir. i’m only taking my time. i’m not gonna be sloppy, especially if you’re doing me a favor.” your voice is sugary sweet, pitched into a girlish sing-songy tone that you know he loves. “nothing but the best for you, right?”

he gives a snort, and he nods in faux defeat. “‘m not one to argue with a pretty girl. work your magic then.”

you eagerly yank down the front of his boxers, and you guide his fully erect cock out into plain view. oliver hisses through his gritted teeth, sucking in a sharp inhale as the cool air hits his throbbing, hot length. you waste no time, and you purse your lips as you watch his dick twitch and spring to full length, the sheer girth and size making your stomach flip inside and out. gosh, oliver really did look like he was a sculpture of a greek god come to life.

you spit into your palms, lubricating your skin. you grip the base of his cock with both hands, and you lean in, blowing a gust of cold air against the sensitive tip. oliver gasps, his hips unconsciously bucking against your palm. 

“...fuck! fucking hell—you’re really testing me, girlie,” he mutters, the seedy grin on his mouth only widening. “man, i know you’re trying to get yourself out of a mess, but you’re really going to get in trouble for acting like that.”

“i know, sir. but i can’t help it. it’s just soooo much fun!” you giggle. you start stroking him with a steady but slow pace, making sure you cop a good feel of his mouth-watering size. you let one hand slide all the way to the top of his dick. you rub your palms down on his cockhead, and oliver stiffens under your touch, another guttural groan spilling from his lips. you continue jerking him off, letting your fingers rub all over his sensitive underside and over any prominent veins, and you don’t let your eyes wander from his face for even an instant.

you want to relish the little power you hold over him. you love seeing his expressions change, fully relinquishing himself to the feeling of your smaller hands wrapped around his big cock, enjoying the perverted feeling of playing such a corrupt role and taking advantage of his position to have his way with a girl as precious as you.

“do you like how i feel, sir?” you goad him slightly, picking up the pace. you’re pumping your hands up and down at a fairly moderate pace, and you squeeze him whenever your hands hit the base of his cock. you do your best to mimic the way your own cunt would feel when it’d be wrapped around him, trying to bring him closer and closer to his climax. his balls clench up when he feels your soft hands milking him. he feels so awfully selfish, but that kind of desperate guilt makes your handjob feel so much better.

 “yeah… feels great. but-,” his chest heaves, but before you can get too comfortable, he sits up slightly. he grabs the top of your head with just one hand, and he guides your face towards his heady cock. your eyes widen when he positions you to be perfectly eye level with his drooling slit, your hands frozen around his thick inches.

his tongue darts out from his mouth, and he drags it over his lips. he nudges you closer towards his cock, just until his tip presses up against your mouth, threatening to break past your lips. “-i feel like we can do a bit better than that.”

it doesn’t take a genius for you to figure out what exactly oliver wants. you part your lips and let your tongue out, and you lick tentatively at his tip. lavishing his cockhead with small, kitten licks, you gaze up at him with your eyes blown wide open. his grip on your hair tightens, but he doesn’t force you to take more of his cock in your mouth. you regain a bit of your courage, and you follow the heat that throbs in between your hips. 

“yeah, that’s it… use that naughty mouth of yours,” oliver urges you. you start pumping his cock again, and you take more of him into your mouth, letting the broad part of your tongue envelop his tip. you lick at his slit, pressing your tongue against it and moaning quietly when you can feel the taste of his pre-cum spread across your tastebuds. it’s salty and noxious against your mouth, yet it makes your head spin with desire. he’s just so manly, and feeling his cock pushing and straining against your mouth does something to your body. 

you close your lips around his width, and moving your hands in tandem, you start to suck on the top part of his cock. you swirl your tongue around his length, making sure to generously coat his sensitive organ with your spit. you want your mouth to be everything oliver likes: warm, tight, and wet, just like your tight pussy. oliver keeps moaning, and his noises urge you to keep going. you want him to feel good. he’ll definitely make it worth your while if you do.

“shit, fuck- fuuuuuck- yeah, right there, pretty-,” he groans. you whimper when he tugs at your hair. the sting makes your eyes tremble, but you hold your ground and take more of him in your mouth. you swear you’ve only put about half of his cock into your cheeks, and yet you can feel him easily hitting the back of your throat. you pump the rest of him with your hands, working in rhythm to stimulate the feeling of thrusting into you. 

he laughs again, his voice hoarse. you shift your hips, suddenly aware of how empty your cunt feels. you want his thick rod ramming into your walls. you want his cock to fuck your brains out.

“y’know, if the whole ‘sleep your way out of prison’ thing doesn’t work, i really wouldn’t mind having a thing like you around- god knows i could use blowjobs like these more often…” he tries to shove your face down a bit further, and you clench your eyes shut as your hands shift, inviting more of his dick into your tight mouth. 

you’re being so sweet and obedient to him. your breathing is constricting, and you have no choice but to fully focus on regulating your airflow through your nose. you hollow out your cheeks. he’s starting to invade your throat, and it takes everything in you not to gag on his cock. you want to treat him well, to make him proud, to show him that you can take it.

he whistles softly, guiding your face with your hair to set up the rhythm that he likes. “there we go. there’s my pretty girl. keep up with me, yeah?”

your mouth feels fucking heavenly around him. you’re clearly struggling, torn between picking your own comfort or pleasuring him, and it makes oliver go wild. his stomach swirls and pounds with arousal, and he keeps clenching his abs, fully savoring the lewd feeling of your tongue and mouth drooling around him. he could get this scene tattooed on him somewhere, to show you off on his body forever. your throat won’t stop constricting around his girth, and every time you shakily swallow, it’s like you’re sucking him in even further.

his hips wantonly thrust against your shaking hands and mouth, and you choke around him. strings of drool escape the corner of your mouth, your jaw locking place as you struggle to accommodate entirely to his obscene size. lewd squelching fill your ears as oliver fucks your mouth, and in your own confused stupor, you still manage to do your best for him. you sloppily slide your tongue all over his cock, sucking and drinking up everything he’s willing to give you like it’s a sugary aphrodisiac. 

all of your senses are forcibly overwhelmed by him, and you love it. what little resistance your hands can put up against him yanking you down towards his crotch and him thrusting into you does nothing to spare you. he grits his teeth, grunting more like an animal than a human, as he fucks your mouth. his pace picks up quickly, and he’s beginning to manhandle you.

“hah- take it all into your mouth, pretty. don’t be fucking shy- i know what you’re capable of. show this bad cop here how desperate you are, wont’cha? yeah—lemme break in that throat of yours, teach you how to suck cock properly-,” his eyes glimmer with a kind of feral possessiveness that makes you shiver with heat, “that way you can actually learn how to pleasure a man. that brings me to two favors for you, doesn’t it?”

you let go of his cock, pushing against his hips as he bucks wildly into your mouth. hot tears cling to your eyelashes, threatening to spill over your waterline. you must look so, so crazy right now, with your hair all disheveled and your face crumpling to the sexual whims of your boyfriend. the affection that brews in his eyes is tinged with something poisonous and addictive, and it makes you salivate even more than you already are. 

his cockhead continues pounding into the back of your throat, making all of your senses recoil and grimace. but you want him to keep going, to force the shape of your esophagus into that of his cock, to exist for nothing but him. it’s a bit simple and a bit foolish, but stupidity be damned, it was hot.

his balls keep pressing up against your chin, and his pubes tickle your nose. he’s gripping onto your hair for dear life, maneuvering you more like you were a sex toy than a girlfriend, and the wild and sloppy pace has you seeing stars. his cock won’t quit twitching and burying itself as deep as it can into your mouth. 

“fuck- fuck…! jesus fucking christ, fucking god-,” his grip on you is blindinly painful, but you like it. the pain grounds you as he abuses your throat. “gonna fucking cum, princess- you’re gonna swallow it all, you hear? yeah, guzzle down all of my cum, swallow it like you can’t live without it.”

so he’s close. you brace yourself, his full balls smacking against your mouth and chin, stained with drool and precum and all the other nasty things he’s doing to you. you’ve lost your ability to think properly a long time ago, your thoughts clouded over with just oliver. your cunt beats with pleasure at the idea of drinking down his cum, the cum that should have been filling up your empty pussy instead. but this isn’t too bad; it’s still all yours for the taking. you can work with that. 

“yeah- swallow it all, you bad, bad girl-!” 

his cock convulses deep against the confines of your gullet, and you nearly choke when you feel the spurts of hot, sticky cum filling up your throat and windpipe. you get to work trying to gulp it down, feeling it invade and force itself down your esophagus while coating the insides of your cheeks. you swallow and swallow the best you can, feeling the loss of air getting to your head. cum seeps out from your stretched lips, and it spills down your exposed chest, pooling in your lap and staining your glistening tits.

oliver weakly lets you go, collapsing with a huff back into his seat. you slump over yourself, barely grounding yourself. oxygen finally floods your deprived lungs, and you cough ungracefully as you take in shaky inhales. you wipe half-hazardly at your face, trying to clear it of the tears, snot, spit, and semen all over your lips and chin. your vision is blurry, but you know it’ll come back to you soon so you stay put as you are.

“oh fuck…! are you alright?” oliver’s gentle voice breaks you of your thoughts. he’s the first to break character. 

you lift your head, seeing your boyfriend sitting up from his half-laying-half-seated position on his chair. he looks spent; his police officer costume is also stained with cum, and his softening cock lays limply across his crotch. sweat dots his brow. his features are far gone, still hazy from his climax, yet they hold the same boyish affection he reserves only for you.

you swallow again, your stomach swirling dangerously when you continue to taste his sticky cum coating your tongue. “i’ll live. you’ve been rougher with me before.”

he raises an eyebrow, and he wolf-whistles at you. you scoff at him, but you don’t stop the smile that blossoms on your fucked-out face. leave it to him to make you laugh like that right after fucking your face without any regards to your well-being. the duality makes you weak in the knees, and if you had the stamina for it, you’d suck his dick like that again in a heartbeat. 

“so, I take that to mean that you’re still up for some more?” as if he read your mind, he offers up a suggestion to you. you wipe at the cum that’s starting to dry on your chest, shooting him a curious look.

you could do one of two things. you could nip this in the bud right here and now, end this roleplay session and go clean yourself up in the bathroom. you could ask your boyfriend to open up his wallet for you and order you some nice take-out for the night, and you could turn on a sappy romance movie on the tv and cuddle up with him for a laidback date night. your tired mouth muscles rejoice at the thought of it, and your heart swells with affection.

but that’s so fucking boring—your entire lower half of your body, the part that crawls and writhes and demands relief from the arousal you’ve been ignring this whole time, would never be satisfied with an easy alternative. you want to be ravished, want this corrupt officer to take advantage of the prisoner that’s running out of options, to mold your body against the needs of your boyfriend.

“why, officer?” you quip back. the title makes oliver’s grin stretch even wider, clearly thrilled that you’re willing to play along. you make a show of licking your lips again, to lap up any of his cum that you might have missed. “was that not enough for you? should i try something else? jeez, wasn’t a pretty girl giving you a blowjob enough to convince you? …ugh, fine. tell me what you want me to do.”

“feeling a bit feisty still, eh? i could work with that—yeah, a little more lovin’ would be really nice,” he whispers. his features are clouded over with a newfound lust towards you. he gestures for you to move in closer, and you scoot towards him, letting him lean down and cup your face. he hooks his fingers underneath your soiled chin, tilting your face up so that your gaze locks with his. you hold your breath as he makes sure you can’t look away or even escape from him. you muster up the best doe-like eyes you can, softening your gaze and making yourself more inviting that you already are, only for him. your boyfriend simply lets out a throaty chuckle, “so that’s one hole down, sugar. whaddya say about letting mr. bad cop have a try at the other ones?”

KINKTOBER 2023—le premier jour.

[lolbotvr]

Headcanons when Bob is sick or y/n is sick and Bob is taking care of them! (Preferably both)

Omg yes hahshxhehwjwhrmmm

Bob/Reader is sick headcanons:

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, murder/cannibalism implied, slightly suggestive if you squint, mainly fluff and stuff

(^Tell me if I missed or should add/remove anything!)

Sorry if these aren’t the best but I think they’re pretty good. I hope you like it! Tysm for the request <3

When Bob is sick:

I like to imagine Bob either has a really good immune system … or a really bad one

I mean, he eats people.

Either way when he gets sick, you better be ready for this man

Believe it or not, Bob loves when he gets sick, despite the grogginess and the stuffy noses he may get, because that means he has your full attention the whole time he’s sick

He loves cuddling with you when he’s sick, no matter how many times you tell him you might get sick too

He always reassures you he’ll make sure you won’t

If you do though he will not stop apologizing

He hates seeing you suffer:(

Give him forehead kisses please

Will probably get you to give him kisses by saying something hurts (like his head or something) and will beg for you to ‘kiss the pain away’

Probably calls you daddy/mommy in the process (if nb, he’ll call you some other playful and cheesy nickname like doll face or baby or somethin gargardhwjzikmm)

When he’s feeling better, he’ll sometimes convince you he still feels sick just so you’ll keep giving him attention

Probably will have to fight with him to take off his demon mask

He almost never takes that thing off

But he’ll eventually give in

Once it’s off, pepper his face in kisses just to watch his already red face turn ever more red

Loves when you give him candy

He practically begs for it when he’s sick

If you get him soup, he’ll probably grumble underneath his breath abound how “this isn’t candy” but he’ll still appreciate your thoughtfulness

Loves you sm

Will reward you for taking such good care of him ;)

When you are sick:

It’s probably because of him that you’re sick

But whether or not it’s from him, he’ll always be by your side

He won’t even care if he gets sick taking care of you

He hates seeing you sick

As mentioned before, he hates seeing you suffer… even if it’s just a cold

If you ask him to, he’ll take off his costume just for you <3

Loves cuddling with you in bed while watching your favorite show together

Will absolutely bring you your favorite food and snacks

You gotta make sure there’s no human meat included in there, though

Will give you his sweater if you’re cold

He cares about you so much more than he does about himself

He’s by your side the ENTIRE time you’re sick, no matter if you have the flu or something like that

Whatever you ask for you shall receive

Drink? He’s already got it

Food? Consider it done

Cuddles? He’s already snuggled up into your neck

He probably likes to give you small drawings to make you smile

Not that they’re any good, but he’s happy they make you laugh

Loves to kiss over your beautiful body

Well I mean, he does it all the time either way

But no matter how sick you are, he will cover your entire body in kisses

Now he expects and begs for a reward for taking such good care of you

❤️

[sami-guinea-arts]

Screenshot edit! I saw the blonde girl is not an OC, so edited her into Babs (otherwise it would be rude). Babs is very nervous around men hitting on her because of her abusive ex. Costume guy can very glad Bob is NOT around. Ironically, the guy in the costume is the same dude in the Bob costume from SM 5 from what I read lol. I hope I can submit Babs or another OC to the next SM if they open forms again. :D

v Original v

[averyfromzero]

Mario & Luigi

pairing: mark lee x male reader

summary: you take your tipsy boyfriend back to his room after sm's annual halloween party. loose and silly from the alcohol, mark makes a comic advance at you.

notes: canon universe, dorky mark, goofy sex, stupid jokes

*extra note: mark is not drunk here, he's just a little tipsy! he's still conscious and everything that happens here is consensual. 😊

words: 1,929

Giggles filled the room as you and your tipsy boyfriend, Mark, walked through his bedroom door.

"You're so drunk," you said jokingly, holding your boyfriend up by the waist as his right arm was draped around your neck.

"Shut up, no I'm not," Mark responded, whining jokingly.

"Sure, buddy," you smiled as you let go of your silly boyfriend to sit on his bed. You were tired.

It was Halloween and SM had once again thrown their annual Halloween party. You and your boyfriend decided to go dressed as Mario and Luigi, fake mustaches and everything, drawing quite the amount of laughs from your friends and labelmates.

The party was a blast. By the end of it, some people were drunk dancing, others sat and watched the mess while a few of them fell asleep on their chairs.

Mark, as usual, got through the night with quite a few cups of beer, which got him loose enough to start dancing in the middle of the room with a drunk Johnny. It was quite a funny sight to see, you thought.

You weren't very into beer, so all you had throughout the party was soda and a glass of a very delicious fruit cocktail. You preferred watching how Mark would keep fixing the fake mustache on his face whenever it fell off while he laughed with his members, all very loose with alcohol.

Now, you were sitting on your boyfriend's bed, feet hurting from the uncomfortable shoes as you gathered the energy to take your Luigi costume off. Your fake mustache had fallen off sometime during the party while your green hat was thrown on the couch as soon as the both of you entered the dorm.

As you leaned down to untie your shoes, you failed to notice your still-energetic-boyfriend turning his back to you to do something. His red Mario hat still on his head, he fumbled with something on his clothes.

Finally taking your shoes off, you sighed in relief, feeling the coolness from the air-con hitting your feet.

Leaning your back onto the headboard of Mark's bed, you made yourself comfortable before finally looking at your boyfriend again.

You watched as Mark suddenly jumped and turned around to face you again, fist on each side of his waist and intact mustache and hat on, his drunk voice came out in a funny italian accent. "It's me, Mario!"

You chuckled, looking at his cute face, flushed from the alcohol, before moving your eyes down to something that took you off guard.

Mark had his cock out from his overalls, hard and bouncing up and down from his recent jump.

You couldn't help but burst out in laughter at the ridiculous sight.

Mark kept a stupid grin on his face as you laughed.

"Mark," you started, voice strained from giggling. "What are you doing?!" You couldn't stop laughing.

"Wanna help me unclog a pipe?" Your dorky boyfriend asked, eyebrows wiggling and grin being ridiculously contoured by that mustache.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's silliness but couldn't help but giggle.

Mark pouted cutely are your reaction. With his stupid mustache still on, he said, “hm, my mate doesn’t want to unclog my pipe. Mamma mia…”

You laughed again as your boyfriend approached the bed, cock still pointing upwards and bobbing up and down with each step.

You couldn’t help but coo at his cute face. “Okay okay, big guy” you started. “How’d you want me to unclog your pipe, mate?”

Mark’s frown turned into a goofy grin. “Hmmmm,” he faked being pensive. “Why don’t you try sucking it out?”

You raised an eyebrow at your silly boyfriend. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You mumbled.

This wasn’t the first time your boyfriend asked for drunken sex. Whenever he’d go out for drinks with his bandmates he would come back to you all goofy and horny, face flush from the alcohol and silly grin denouncing his condition. Of course you’d only attend his wishes when you knew Mark was sober enough to be conscious, being tipsy at most.

Giving in to Mark’s quirks, you leaned in and wrapped your hand around his hard erection, standing 16cm tall and waiting to be “unclogged”.

You heard Mark giggle quietly as you stroked his shaft a few times before connecting your lips to the wet tip. Mark’s bulbous cock head was red and he couldn’t help but sigh as your pretty mouth wrapped around him.

You kept eye contact with your silly boyfriend as you started to go down, trying not to laugh around your boyfriend’s penis as you noticed him breaking out of the Mario character, squinting his eyes shut and letting his mouth fall open in a silent groan as he was engulfed in wet warmth.

Picking up the pace of your blowjob, you kept watching as Mark tilted his head back in pleasure and let his red hat fall to the ground.

Startled by it, he turned his head again to face down at you, lifting his hand to make sure his stupid mustache stayed put. You grinned in amusement around his cock.

You kept your mouth on your boyfriend’s erection for a few more minutes before Mark started to groan louder. He was getting close.

Not wanting his pipe to burst yet, you decided to pull back and watch as a string of spit connected your now plump red lips to the wet tip of Mark’s dick.

Mark groaned in frustration at the loss of warmth around his shaft. He looked at you with that fake pout again.

“Relax, big guy,” you said as you started to change positions in his bed. “Got a better idea on how to unclog your pipe,” you winked maliciously at him.

Mark licked his lips and saw as you positioned yourself on all fours against the mattress.

“C’mon,” you called, sounding all goofy. “You know what to do.”

You watched as Mark crawled on the bed clumsily and slowly positioned himself behind you, cock throbbing in anticipation.

“There’s a zipper in the back of my costume, unzip it,” you said, facing back at him.

Mark nodded and leaned in to find the zipper. His fingers slipped a little before he finally grabbed it and started pulling. You could see the boy was so concentrated in stripping you naked that he had his tongue between his teeth as he cautiously pulled the zipper of your overalls down.

After successfully unzipping your costume, Mark signaled you to get up for a moment so he could remove the straps from your shoulders.

Sliding the denim straps down your arms, Mark pressed his hand gently against your back so you’d go back to your previous position on all fours. You still had your green undershirt on.

Mark slid your overalls down to your thighs and marveled at the sight of your bubble butt covered in white underwear.

You noticed Mark licking his lips once again, face still red from drinking, before moving his hands to grip and feel your bottom.

He enjoyed the feeling of your clothed ass for a few seconds before pulling the waistband down and revealing your supple skin.

Mark didn’t waste any time before leaning in and burying his face between your cheeks, immediately lapping at your hole and taking you by surprise with his eagerness.

You couldn’t help but close your eyes and groan at the sudden pleasure.

Mark was an avid ass-eater. He loved going down on your hole whenever he had the chance.

You felt as his moist tongue kept licking and licking at your entrance. Drunk Mark was sloppy and desperate, lapping at your hole hurriedly like there’s no tomorrow.

Eventually you felt your entrance becoming more and more wet and loose, giving your boyfriend’s tongue the chance to prod in and fuck you slightly.

Moans started filling the room as Mark kept eating you out like a hungry animal.

After a few minutes, your boyfriend stopped his movements and leaned back, promptly grabbing at his hard cock and trying to position it on your now-wet entrance.

Your tipsy boyfriend tried several times but missed your hole entirely before you decided to step in and do it yourself.

You giggled as you swatted Mark’s hand away to grab at his cock yourself, positioning it on your hole and moving your hips back until Mark felt your entrance right against the tip of his dick.

After feeling the head of your boyfriend’s cock finally pop in inside your hole, you let go of his shaft and motioned Mark to hold you by your hips.

“C’mon, now unclog that pipe in me, mate,” you said comically.

Mark laughed as he started to move his hips slowly.

He picked up the pace pretty quickly after that, desperation not letting him take things slow.

Soon, the sound of his hips slapping against your butt filled the room and the sight of your boyfriend fucking you in that position drew a moan out of your mouth as you watched the sinful scene through the mirror on the wall.

Still, you couldn’t help but giggle noticing that that fake Mario mustache was still glued to Mark's face. Not even the sweat dripping down your boyfriend’s face made that thing move.

“Ah!” you suddenly screamed at the feeling of Mark’s cock finally hitting your spot. Your arms gave in and your head was soon pressed against the soft mattress. Your boyfriend’s clumsy thrusts started attacking your prostate nonstop from then on.

“Oh, fuck,” Mark let out, voice hoarse and sexy. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good.”

His constant prodding at your prostate kept you from responding with any understandable sentence. All you could do was moan.

Mark kept fucking you nonstop for several minutes, both of you getting increasingly aroused as the sound of your skins touching became louder.

“Fuck,” Mark sounded breathless. “M’gonna cum, babe. Fuck!”

“Yeah?” you managed to let out, voice also breathy. “Unclog that pipe, baby.”

Your stupid response didn’t seem to phase Mark as he focused on bursting his load inside of you.

His thrust became almost inhumanly fast as he neared his orgasm.

Soon, he was groaning loudly and shooting his cum inside your hole, filling it up with ease as his hips gave his final and forceful thrusts against your ass.

The sound of your boyfriend moaning and the feeling of his load filling you up tipped you over the edge, making you cum all over the sheets.

As the two of you rode down your highs, all that could be heard was your loud breaths, trying to reach for air after such an intense climax.

You felt as Mark slowly pulled himself out of you and flopped down on the bed.

Cum was leaking down your legs when you decided to get up and clean yourself.

On your feet, you turned to your boyfriend and noticed he had fallen asleep. You giggled at the sight.

Going to the bathroom to get you all cleaned up, you came back into the room wearing nothing but your white briefs. Shirt and overalls forgotten on the bathroom floor.

You used wet wipes to clean up your boyfriend’s cum-covered cock, now soft against his thigh.

Tucking him back in, you stripped Mark of his Mario costume carefully before covering him with a blanket. Those cum-covered sheets would have to wait ‘til tomorrow to be cleaned up.

After all was done, you crawled back into bed with your snoring boyfriend and cuddled him, caressing his soft hair as you also fell into slumber.

[crossover-enthusiast]

HEAUHUIHFG YOURE A GENIUS oh my god those shipnames go hard

ALSO YEAH CG TRIED TO TAKE ON BOB

AND ALSO

AN ADULT WOMAN. THIS GUY!?

(art credit still Zleepy we love her /p)

people rooting for op rad before everything gets revealed makes me giggle. bc im just thinking of "wow this guy is cool will he come back" if he was... real pelo would be like "...yep :)))) dw man he comes back :))))))))" HEAH thats so random im sorry

ALSO costume guy being a villian whose face is technically never revealed, like the intro with the house just shows his feet walking to the mirror and the back of his head as he puts on the mask but we never see his face idk just. neato.

would it be dumb to come up with names for the opposite au episodes.... is.. that dumb. bc hollow sorrows could be called... Risen Sorrows. or something that sounds..... religious IDK

auh im tired hehaeha

YEAH I'VE SEEN THAT IMAGE! It's also just really funny to me because like. Bob can't get in the police car because he's too big to fit in the window. CG doesn't have that issue, but he's still rocking the car and trying to stab them through the roof just to be a little shit and terrify them?? Which I love??

Also YEAH. Pelo would absolutely troll people like that. Honestly would not be surprised if OP Rad had a kinda Jax situation where people assume he's a jerk with a soft spot but no. He's just Evil.

But also ohh??? That's so cool?? And a bit more of a sendup to a lot of horror movie villains, I like it

My immediate first thought for a new name for OP SM 6 is just Frozen Over, since y'know, it's still about religion and demons, Moloch's an ice demon now and the phrase "hell has frozen over"

[prof-ramses]

Moments from my first post HS hunger games

For those who haven't been here a while (and by "a while", I mean literally the first 2 days since I started regularly posting here), I did a highlight compilation post of moments from my Spooky Month hunger games simulator, and I'm doing it again, just with 36 characters instead of 24

That's some random stuff, but I also have some more specific insanity

First is what happened after Roy died

And after that....

Yeh

And then there's all the shit Garcia did

I'm so glad I used this image because it conjures the funniest mental images for me

And for those wondering how it ended,

[umbraticstickerz]

The Swap Spooky Duo lol :3

Also the background movie characters trio lmao. Boxcutter was the only one of them to have a name so had to give the other ones names. Both are related to Horror movies

I know Actress(Clear) is kinda already based on another movie but I wanted to turn her into a reference to Final Destination(Clear is the name of one of the characters, Destino means Destination, and the accident mentioned). Idk if Actor(Norris) is based on anything relating to a horror movie already but here hes referencing The Thing(Norris is the name of one of the characters that was a thing, Ding is meant to translate to Thing in German, and the "hates cold" part). Wanted to explain so it isn't confusing lmao.

[traumacat800]

Every Kiss Begins With Kill Chapter 2 (NSFW)

Buckets of Bug Blood

OK OK BECAUSE OF YOU THE TIMELINE CHANGED BASICALLY. So, Bob never sees Lila and survives. He still eats ppl though, but the VAMPIRE GUY SURVIVES HE'S SO CUTE (/platonic) I'M SAD HE DIED 💔

my mutuals have been BEGGING on their KNEES for chapter 2 soooo here it is fr <3

Also Brazen (your dog) is really fucking smart, tbh everybody needs a Brazen. SHE LITERALLY CAN ONLY BARK LMFAOO 😭😭 and she’s STILL the voice of reason. LMAO rather the BARK of reason. The entire thing is so goofy to the point where it’s amazing and fits perfectly in the series fr

There’s smut in this chapter. But the midst of it will be in the third chapter or fourth. Reader is 18 btw, senior in hs. <3

TW:

Breaking in (although it isn’t treated as such) , mentions of bugs (you like bugs sm), Bob Velseb.

•

It was the day after Halloween.

You were sitting at home, Brazen was laying on the bed next to you. She’s completely recovered from her illness and was back to being her usual self. You ran your finger through her soft hair, god, you loved your dog so much. Brazen perked up at something but you didn’t notice. You were on ibisPaint at the moment, although you keep switching off if it to either change the music or go on TimeWatch (Tiktok) or SOMEHOW study for a test that you never remembered having. Your brain worked in weird ways, you supposed. Your headphones were one of your most prized possessions, at the moment, they weren’t helping you. 

At least that’s what Brazen thought, as she barked at the tall man with horns that was creeping in the backyard. You had told her about meeting a man with the description before. Unlike Brazen, you didn’t sleep downstairs. Which meant that you never had to sleep next to the loud ass Tv, that somehow only played the news. Brazen hated your ignorance about the subject or rather the fact that you thought a murderer was hot. Now that murderer was back, probably to end you. 

‘I don’t get paid enough for this, I don’t even get paid at all!’ Brazen thought. 

Brazen continued to bark at the man but he never hesitated in his attempt to get to you, somehow making his way up to your window. Brazen jumped down from the window, and ran to your bed. You still couldn’t hear her barking over your loud ass music. Brazen rolled her eyes before nipping at you. You jumped a bit, taking out your headphones. Brazen looked back, the window was open, the man was inside. 

“Did you know that Endocannibalism is just one of many forms of cannibalism?”

You jumped at his voice, one you were definitely not expecting. You turned around. It was the guy from yesterday, he was still in his costume. 

“Dude, where are you finding these weird facts? Also how the fuck did you get in my room?” 

He pointed at the window, his smile never faltered. You felt a bit concerned for him, did he have nowhere to sleep or maybe he had no friends? You frowned at that thought, even though he technically broke into your house. He was a little weird but so were you. I mean you liked bugs, your shelfs were littered with bug books. Plus, he didn’t seem to have any bad intentions. So, you shrugged it off, as usual.

“Hey what’s your name? Never got it yesterday.”

He hummed, thinking for a couple seconds.

“Bob” 

Brazen looked between the two of you, absolutely horrified at that sight. There’s no way you actually liked the murderer right? 

“I’m Y/n” 

You closed your window before looking back at him. 

“You know, you could’ve just knocked on the door. I would’ve let you in” 

Brazen huffed out a loud growl before leaving the room, probably going back downstairs. You closed the door behind her.

“Wanna play a game?” You asked, pointing to your video game console, he didn’t respond. So you went over to it, plugging in the second controller. He watched you curiously as you did so. Once you’d finally finished hooking up the game, you patted the spot next to you. His heavy footsteps filled the room as you sat waiting for him. He sat down, picking up the controller. You smiled at him, and you both played what was a very nice and gentle game of online Monopoly. 

Spoiler alert: 

It was not a very nice game, it was every man for themselves. 

•

Bob laughed as he defeated you, you’d landed on a house of his. It was 1500 dollars to pay off the fine, you’d only had 900 at the moment. There was no way he would trade you for his money. You whined in defeat. You had to go bankrupt, there was no other option. Bob smirked at you, you refused to look at him especially after all the shit you talked to him.

“Oh don't be like that” He purred

You refused to acknowledge how his dark voice made your stomach pool in anticipation. 

But little did you know, he saw right past you. 

Bob grabbed your hips, a bit questionably, only to see if you were truly comfortable with this or not. You didn’t shift, so he rested his head on you. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek, you felt your face heat up. He studied your body language a bit before finally asking—

“Can I touch you?”

You nodded. You were at a loss for words at the situation that was happening. It seemed straight out of wattpad, that you’d meet a guy you’d like and end up doing the dirty tango with him a day after. His hands trailed down your hips. Your breath hitched as he quietly studied you once more, slipping his hands into your undergarments. He removed one hand, spitting on it. For lube purposes since you had none. He slowly inserted his fingers inside you, it was uncomfortable. The pain was a sharp burn. Thankfully, he focused on the other elements of your body to keep your content. For example, biting your neck, rubbing around your nipples, and finally grinding against your leg. He was so hard and it was making you feel even more pleasure at the thought of taking him: It didn’t take very long for him to break you in. You managed to stifle a moan at how good his hands were, moving inside you slowly. He seemed like an expert on this topic. His head was resting near your neck, he took in all your sinful sounds. You pushed back against him, begging the man for more. 

“Needy Kitten.” He breathed out, you whined at the sensual tone of his voice. 

He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, setting a rather fast pace. Your hole twitched around him.You felt your stomach pool with pleasure, you closed your eyes. Clenching up your body as your orgasm struck through you like thunder. You stopped for a moment catching your breath. Bob was still hard, you notice. Although he seemed to be happy with how you looked now. Removing his hands from your undergarments. 

“Wait…” 

You figured it'd be easier if he just dry humped you, it’s not like you were ready for the real thing yet. You sat on his lap, your hole brushing up against his cock roughly. Bob moaned against you, grabbing your hips. He pushed you closer to him, taking full advantage of the body that you’d lended to him. His arms wrapped around you, as he grinded roughly against your ass. His heavy grunts and breaths made you moan and whine. He didn’t last very long though, cumming in his pants. Bob panted along with you. You fought the need to sleep, you didn’t want him to leave just yet. Bob seemed to notice this. You shifted the position, burying your face in his soft red sweater. His arms came to pull you closer, his head rested on yours. You could hear his heartbeat, it was fast. 

“Sleep now. I’ll be back soon.” 

You couldn’t help but follow his instructions. 

Bob stayed with you until it started to get light outside, tucking you into bed. While waking back to your window, he noticed the set of books you had. Most being about bugs. He took one from your bookshelf. 

•

The next day, you awoke to Brazen nipping at you. It was around noon. She was barking at something. Brazen had been barking a lot more lately, usually she never did. You yawned, your vision steadied after a while. That’s when you noticed a note and a bucket next to your window. You picked up the note as you peered into the bucket with a mysterious substance.

“Did you know that bugs have different types of blood? Some can be colorful and others dull. I killed every bug I saw to make this for you” 

-

Bob

You smiled at the genuine dedication. You face flushed at the thought of last night.

Brazen continued to glare at the bucket. 

—-

Bonus art of the goofy goober

SHES SO OFFENDED

[eunchancorner]

Here's the link to the Lila and Costume Bob thing

https://twitter.com/SrPelo/status/1663055541420060673?cxt=HHwWgsCzwYSNrpQuAAAA

This one of the best things I have ever witnessed

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You Pt. 2

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter Two -The Dance-

 The Club room was covered in tropical leaves, adorned with vibrant flowers. The members wore costumes, having them fit right with the room.

 Now the only issue to this perfect paradise was Haruhi, she was late. Leaving everyone else to wait.

 The door opened, causing a rush of petals to fly past a, now very surprised honor student.

“Welcome!”

 “You finally made it, Haruhi. You’re so late.” The Twins announced.

 Haruhi pauses, before pulling a calendar out from her bag.

   “I could be wrong, but my calendar still says it’s early spring.” She states, before a flamboyant blonde takes over.

   “Huddling under a kotatsu table, fearing the cold is nonsense! And besides… the heating system we have is the best!” 

 Leaving Haruhi mildly annoyed once again 

   Kyoya stepped in a now closed book in hand, and with a polite smile spoke.

 “Do you have a problem with the way we run our club, Haruhi? Be careful what you say. You owe us eight million yen.” He looks at Haruhi.

 “Remember?”

  Haruhi is caught off guard, leaving a sense of dread at the memory.

 Tamaki pulls Haruhi to his side, beginning an unwarranted speech.

“Gentleman, don’t bundle up in bulky clothing. It may be chilly in early spring out there in the real world, but here at the club we want to surprise our chilly little kittens with a warm paradise!” 

 Haruhi is still stuck to Tamaki’s side, and doesn’t seem to care for what he is saying.

 “Oh yes, we’ve turned this place into nirvana! A balmy tropical island of everlasting summer!”

 “That’s funny. Cause I feel a massive chill now.” Irritation painted all over her.

 Amongst the chatter of hosts and enormous guests, lead to the reveal of the spring formal dance, and as the the twins did they usual act, causing the guests to yell in excitement.

  Haruhi stands off to the side with Kyoya and Y/n.

“The guests seem to be even more worked up than how they usually are.” Haruhi states watching the rest of the club's guests.

 As Y/n looks to be watching for other reasons.

“Showing some skin proves popular with the ladies.” He spoke, looking over at Y/n who is still not paying attention.

 He sighs and hits Y/n with his book.

“And apparently Y/n.” 

Y/n whips his head towards Kyoya. 

“What was that for!” He spoke, rubbing his head.

“So, are you the one who came up with this tropical paradise idea?” Haruhi questioned.

 “I have no decision making authority. All the club policies have been laid out by the club’s king, Tamaki.” He pushes his glasses up.

 “I guess there’s no harm in admitting to causally slipping a Bali photo book onto his desk.” 

 “Haruhi, did you really think this club would last if Tamaki is the only one in charge?”  Y/n asked, leaving Haruhi to think.

After Haruhi now left charming her own guests, still in her purple school uniform.

 “Are you going to wear a tropical outfit like the other boys?” One of the girls wondered, starting another girl to join in.

 “I’d like to see that.”

 Haruhi now flustered waves her hands in front of herself.

 “Well, no. I-I just don’t think it’s appropriate to wear anything, but early spring attire in early spring. You know?” She stammered trying to avoid the question.

 But Tamaki intrudes and shows a matching outfit to Tamaki.

“But we have one ready for you Haruhi! I think you’ll like it! You and I are a pair!” Tamaki begs.

 Y/n joins in. 

“Booo! Don’t be boring!”

 “No thanks.” She said flatly, turning back to her table now ignoring the two.

A girl with a brown bob interrupts Haruhi and the girls.

 “Excuse me. I hate to disturb, but I think it’s time for the hosts to switch clients.” The girl explains, with a polite smile.

  The girl sits with Haruhi and begins talking.

 Y/n begins to walk back to kyoya, who is writing in his black notebook.

 Y/n points towards Haruhi and her new guest, with a laugh.

“Tamaki is not going to like this, you're ready for him to lose his mind.” 

 Kyoya looks up from his book, and simply smiles.

 “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” 

All of the guests are now long gone along with the setting sun. Leaving the host to plan for next week's party, well that’s what is supposed to happen.

 Tamaki is in the corner of the room eating ramen while the rest are at the table trying to work.

“Hey boss! Why don’t you stop eating that commoner's ramen and come over here to help us with the party planning?”  Hikaru spoke, looking at the whimpering blonde.

  “Does it really bother you that Princess Kazugazaki has taken a liking to Haruhi?” Kaoru adds in.

Kyoya counties working away on his computer, doing the majority of the party planning.

 “He shouldn’t be surprised. She has had the illness for quite awhile now, has she?”

 Haruhi, now worried for the girl, asked.

“What illness?”

“She has the host hopping disease.” Y/n answers, not really paying attention.

 The twins slide in on both sides of Y/n.

“A.k.a. The never the same boy twice disease.” They answered, starting to try to annoy Y/n. Kyoya looks at the twins briefly before talking once more.

 “Usually our customers choose a favourite host and see them regularly. However, Princess Kanako tends to change her favourite on a regular basis.” 

Honey joins in the explanation.

 “That’s right! Cause before she chose you, she chose Tama-chan!”

“Oh. So, he’s upset because I took her from him.” Haruhi finally understands why.

 Tamaki who is now suddenly at the table with everyone else, seemingly fuming.

 “Shut up! I couldn’t care less! I’m running out of patience!” He lifts his arm in the air. 

 “Haruhi, it’s time you started dressing like a girl!” 

Haruhi is baffled at Tamaki’s words since he never had a problem with it before.

 But now the blonde is frustrated beyond belief, gripping his hair threatening to pull out his hair.

 “I don’t understand how you could be so popular with the ladies when you, yourself are a lady!” He screamed, clearly missing the point.

 He swiftly put his hand in a fist towards his chest

 “No one in this entire school knows the truth except for those of us here!”

The twins now leaning against Y/n, jump in the argument.

 “Yeah, she opted out of gym classes.”

“-and the attendance numbers are all mixed together so no one can tell.” 

They spoke, adding more fuel to the fire.

 Tamaki hastily drags a trunk and starts digging through it.

“That’s enough, Haruhi! Now you listen to Daddy!” He pulls a comically big framed photo of Haruhi, but with long straight hair and a middle school uniform.

 “Daddy wants you to go back to the way you were be-”

 “Don’t go showing my photos without asking me first!” Haruhi was now fed up with the prince.

Everyone begins to circle round the portrait of a younger Haruhi that’s now on the wall. 

 “The more I look at this picture, the more amazed I am. How could this possibly become that.” Hikaru starred in pure confusion.

 “The day before school started, one of the kids in my neighborhood got some gum in my hair.” She ruffled her short hair. 

 “It’s a real pain to get gum out of long hair. So I decided to cut it all off. I didn’t care if I looked like a dude you know.”

 Tamaki grabs Haruhi’s face.

“Girls should never refer to themselves as a dude!” He’s now crying towards Kyouya

“MAMA!”

“-Haruhi is using those dirty boy words again!” He’s on his knees, tears pouring from his face.

“Dude, sorry. But who is mama?” Kaoru questions turning towards Kyoya.

 He sighs, and looks at the club.

“Based on club position, I assume it’s me.”

 “You never told me you had kids!” Y/n faked gasp, teasing Kyoya.

Haruhi, freed from Tamaki, puts her hands on her hips, showing her annoyance.

 “Look, I don't see what you’re crying about. Working as a host, I can back more of my debt. It’ll never happen if I'm just an errand boy.” She sighed, already wanting to go home.

“Hate to change the subject but, do you have formal dance experience? You’ll need it for the party.” Hikaru states, surprising Haruhi.

“Uh… no… But the party doesn't have anything to do with my quota, right? I’m not interested in going to events. So, if I could be excused?” She spoke, dread from the mere idea of the party.

 “You're a host now, you gotta go.” Y/n spoke before Tamaki took over.

 Tamaki comes up to Haruhi and places a hand underneath his chin.

“Absolutely not! A refined gentleman must know how to dance. If you want to live the life of a host so badly, you’re going to have to show us how far you're willing to go, Haruhi.”

He holds up his arm in elegance.

 “I order you to master the waltz in one week and you will demonstrate it for us at the party or-“ he harshly points at Haruhi.

 “I’ll tell the whole school that you’re a girl and we will have to knock you back town to arrand boy!” 

During the next week Haruhi starts practicing the walz, with Princess Kanako, causing the sinking of the prince’s mood.

“Why so gloomy boss?” The twins look towards Tamaki.

 “It’s because loverboy here, was hoping to dance with Haruhi.” Y/n explains gesturing towards the two dancing.

 “I think you're right but he’s way too tall to stand in as a woman.” Kaoru teasing the blonde

Practice ended, and now Haruhi is having tea with Princess Kanako. Who is oddly hyper fixated on the tea-cups.

A voice echoes throughout the room.

 “Hello? I’m here with the teacups you ordered.”

The girl's head raises at the voice.

 “Ah, thank you very much. Every item you’ve chosen for us has been extremely popular with the ladies. I’m quite impressed.” Kyoya spoke observing the arrays' teacups.

“Well, that’s good to hear.” Toru smiled.

 “So, do you sell tea sets?” Haruhi tilted her head.

 Toru turns to fully look at Haruhi.

“No. I'm just a regular student. Can’t you tell by the uniform?” 

 Kanako laughs and sighs.

“Oh, Haruhi. You’re so funny. I can’t blame you for not knowing.” She stands from the table with a smile.

“After all, he doesn’t really look like an heir to a first-class company.” 

 Haruhi looked back at Toru in surprise.

“First class company?” She looks towards Kyoya for any form of answer.

“His family’s business, the Suzushima trading company, deals primarily in the importing of tableware. They currently have the top market share in the country.”

 “Wow” Haruhi uttered.

“So, whenever something exceptional comes in, we’ve asked him to send it our way.” Kyoya states.

 Toru keeps staring at Kanako giving almost a sad look. 

 Y/n thinks for a moment before breaking the silence.

 “He definitely has a great eye for fine China. Don’t you, Suzushima?” 

 Toru snaps back to reality and looks at Y/n and smiles awkwardly.

“You think? I’ve still got a lot to learn, but thank you.” He spoke slightly caught off guard.

 “Aren’t you leaving next month to study abroad in England?” Kyoya asked, knowing the answer already.

 “Yes, I am. Well, I’d better go now.” He quickly left but not before looking at Kanako one last time.

Kanako is left in her own thoughts, till a blonde comes in.

 “So, enjoying the host club?” Tamaki 

spoke.

 “I-” she barely got a word in before Haruhi comes.

 “I got the feeling you and that guy are kinda close.” Haruhi spoke slowly, connecting the dots together.

Kanako abruptly flips her head.

 “Oh! don’t be ridiculous! We hardly know each other and what makes you think that, Haruhi? Now, if you’ll please excuse me! Take care!” She left quickly, causing more confusion for the sudden departure.

 “You probably shouldn’t have said that.” Y/n still not helping Haruhi.

“What Why-” Haruhi jumps at Honey-senpai suddenly on her back.

 “Because! They do know each other! Suzushima is Kasugasaki’s fiancé!” 

“Kyoya, Y/n.” Tamaki muttered, causing the two to look at the now serious blonde.

 “How long have you two known about this?”

 “What, about them being engaged?” Y/n tilts his head towards Kyoya, who is looking through a black folder.

 “Well, as you know I conduct general searches on all of our customers. The two of them were childhood friends. It seems that their engagement was arranged by their parents. I didn’t think this information would benefit us. So, I disregarded it.”

“So, stalking?” Y/n teased

“Not necessarily, and besides how do you know?” Kyoya is still looking at his folder.

 “His parents deliver shot glasses to my moms businesses.” 

“I see..” Tamaki muttered in thought.

“Toru Suzushima. Outstanding grades, bare social status. He’s ordinary looking, but he’s reliable. If I had to fault him for anything.”

 The twins stand next to Y/n

“He doesn’t have much of a presence.” Hikaru spoke with lack of care.

 Kaoru leaning fully on Y/n who is truly used to the twins' antics.

 “And he’s faint hearted.”

Kyoya glaring at the twins, shuts the sleek black folder. And continues.

 “So in other words, he’s boring.”

Honey sits on Mori’s shoulders, with his hands ruffled in Mori’s hair.

 “Suzushima is a good boy, right?”

“Yeah.” Mori plainly answered.

Tamaki takes a step forward.

 “Alright, everyone. We’ll have to work on our strategy.”

“Men, it is our responsibility as members of the elite Ouran Host Club to make every girl happy.”

The night of the party…

 The school's biggest ballroom filled with guests waiting with bated breath for it to start.

  The club members stand on the grand stairs, wearing formal attire, all eyes are on them.

“It is so good to see you here tonight, my little lambs. The Ouran Host Club would like to bid you..” he bows.

 “Welcome!”

The lights turned on, music began playing. And the ladies begin clapping, excited for the night and the host club's big entrance.

Kyoya outstretched his arms with grace.

 “As always, ladies, the Host Club members are here for your entertainment. So, we invite you to dance to your heart’s content. Based on your dancing skills, one lucky young lady will be chosen as tonight’s Queen. The Queen's reward will be a passionate kiss on the cheek from our king.” He caused a roar of claps and cheers.

 “Good luck to you, my darlings~” Tamaki winked. Even more cheers erupted from the crowd.

The twins slide behind a grumpy Haruhi.

 “Haruhi show some enthusiasm!” The twins tease.

 “Well, excuse me, you guys. Sorry, I’m not used to this sort of thing. I’ve only ever gone to the festivals held in my neighborhood park.” She crossed her arms with a huff.

“I don’t think you can really call that a party, Haruhi.” Y/n spoke.

 “You might as well get yourself something to eat. We’ve got quite a spread.” Kyoya notes, causing Haruhi to turn her head slightly.

 “A spread?…”

“With fancy tuna?” She spoke softly.

“Fancy tuna?!” The rest of the club yells. Tamaki jumps off the stairs with ease, and points to kyoya.

 “Get some fancy tuna here right now!” Kyoya is already on the phone, next to a giggling Y/n.

The twins hug and flustered Haruhi in comfort. 

 “You poor thing. You poor little dear.”

They pout, while Haruhi is irritating at the two.

As the night goes on all of the hosts are left entraining girls with far too much time on their hands. But Y/n waited for someone to ask him for a dance but to no luck.

 The hosts began starting their operation, which included “discretely” kidnapping Haruhi. 

 The host club ends up in an empty room with angered Haruhi.

 “You didn’t have to be so forceful!” Haruhi argued while being put down.

 “Never mind that. Go get changed!” Kaoru shoved a pink dress onto Haruhi.

“A little accident towards the end of the night would be quite thrilling and remember Haruhi, there are only twenty minutes before the party reaches its climax. Suzushima is already waiting for you in the classroom across the hall.” Kyoya spoke while Haruhi finally leaves the changing room.

“Too bad I missed most of the party. I was hoping for at least one dance.” Y/n said thinking out loud.

Kyoya briefly paused, but still continued preparing Haruhi for the plan.

Tamaki comes through the door.

“Gentleman. There you are. What are you doing? The guests are waiting for-”

 Haruhi stands up to look at Tamaki with a slight blush. 

“So, What do you think, Tamaki?” Y/n a small grin formed his face.

Haruhi stiffly walks towards the door.

 “My face feels heavy and it’s hard to walk in these shoes.” 

Twins grinned.

“Good luck, Haruhi!” Followed by the evil chuckles of the twins.

“What was the letter you wrote for Suzushima?” Y/n asked towards the twins.

“Here, we have a copy.” The twins hand over a pink letter, just drenched in glitter.

 After a moment of silence, y/n look disappointedly towards the twins.

“Who writes like this?” Y/n now trying to clean the glitter off himself.

“Don’t blame us.” The twins raised their hands. 

 “Kyoya also helped!” 

Y/n turns towards Kyoya with a deep exhale.

“I expect this sort of thing from the twins, but really? You too. I’m not mad I’m just.. disappointed ” 

 The rest of the host club begin to head outside for the final event.

 As the couple run outside stage lights shine on the two.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” Tamaki's voice booms across the crowd.

“It is now time for us to begin the final dance of this evening's festivities. The 

Last Waltz of the night has been chosen by the club for this couple!”

  As Toru offered a dance to Kanako, the two danced to the music, as cherry blossom petals fell around them. A soft smile rests on Y/n’s face watching the couple dance.

“May this awkward couple be forever blessed!” Tamaki said, proud of the two.

 “And now we’ll announce the Queen of the ball!” Hikaru announced 

“Congratulations Princess Kanako Kasugazaki!”

 The crowd claps celebrating the girl.

“-and for her reward, a kiss on the cheek from the king!”

Tamaki starts walking towards her but before he could he gets pushed out of the way.

 “Haruhi Fujioka, will stand in for Tamaki!” Y/n announced shocking Haruhi and Tamaki.

Y/n smirked looking at the club, with the twins behind him.

“ what? Kyoya did say a little accident towards the end of the night might make the night more thrilling.” Y/n cooed, while the twins smirked devilishly.

“There’s no way I can kiss her!” Haruhi is now very defensive.

 Kyoya without looking up from his book.

“If you do it, we’ll cut your debt by one third.” Kyoya spoke bribing the honor student.

“Well it is just a peck on the cheek..” she muttered walking towards Kanako.

“Ah, that’s the spirit Haruhi!” Y/n joked, throwing a thumbs up.

Honey looks up at the others.

“Hey, you don’t think this is Haru-chan’s first kiss, do you?” Causing Tamaki to freak out over this realization.

“WHAT!”

Tamaki jumps down the stairs towards Haruhi.

“Wait, Haruhi!” Causing Kanako to turn her head.

Tamaki stumbles and pushes into Haruhi, making them kiss on the lips.

Y/n begins bursting out in laughter, while Tamaki is crying over his mistake.

“That went way better than I thought it would.” Y/n spoke.

“-what do you think, kyoya?” Looking towards him.

 Kyoya lets out a small smile, soft lighting painted on his face. 

“It was very entertaining.” He looked out onto the crowd.

Y/n stared, just appreciating this weird sense of calm between the two as the party emptied out, the two stood in comfortable silence watching the end to yet another party.