#so good wtf

[weirdfreakshow]

i just think that gem should test pearl. see if she's really straight, ya know? get her all alone and touch her. pearl wouldnt hurt her, she cares too much for gem, and gem keeps telling pearl she loves her so much, and itll feel so good, shes enjoying it, right? she should eat her out while pearl keeps trying to push her away. make her cum on her tongue and not stop until pearls too weak to fight her anymore. and see, pearl enjoyed it, so shes not straight! gem knew she wasnt. and a girl cant rape another girl, right? pearls silly for thinking it was rape. especially when gem is so sickeningly sweet, keeps kissing her afterwards and purring sweet words to her, leaving pearl confused and upset, but not daring to speak out for fear of sounding stupid. she wasnt raped, after all!

This is absolutely delicious food, anon.

And gem knows how to truly make a girl cum, unlike some other guys. Pearl should be way happier fucking Gem rather than a dude that wouldn't even know where the fucking clit is. Pearl tries to reject her— politely, as to not hurt her. But gem would keep pushing, and pushing, and then Pearl would reject her not-so-gently. Thank god Gem is really patient and forgiving! she knows what Pearl truly is inside! and if she doesn't wanna accept it its okay, she can force it out of her. She can take the blame for the both of them.

Ugh, I'm sure Gem is so good at it too, makes Pearl cum hard on her tongue and fingers, leave her fucking shaking. She would sneak her hand up and grope one of her tits while she moves her hand fast and hard, Pearl is so fucking wet it leaks down her hand and it makes awful wet noises. They're drowned out by Gem's voice though. "I love you" "you're so beautiful" "you're doing such a good job", "good girl, good girl" "I love you, I love you, I love you so much" "you're perfect like this" it's so loving, and Pearl can't look at her, can't look at her eyes. Down there, licking and batting her eyelashes innocently and lovingly up at her, it makes nausea rise up in her, feeling so betrayed.

Gem is a girl's girl. She wouldn't ever rape her. She would never rape anyone, especially a girl! why would she? What the hell. Such an aaawful thing to imply! Girls can't rape each other, and even if they could Gem wouldn't be the type to. Maybe Pearl wasn't clear enough, maybe she's overreacting to all this.

Ugh, and if Gem doesn't even put fingers in Pearl, makes her cum from just her mouth alone,,, well. There's no penetration, therefore no rape took place! And she should be grateful Gem did her a favor like that tbh. Don't get why she's crying about it.

So called "straight girls" when you make them come on your tongue. Smh.

[seiwas]

guilty as sin? is so so so sooo good

[leclerc-drives-in-circles]

"I'm getting fucking tired."

Me lol

[djevelbl]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH YOU GO BOY !!! ESCAPE THOSE DAMNED VAMPIRES !!!!!!!

[i-am-an-arson-enthusiast]

i am absolutely horrified at attack on titan but also im addicted and wont stop ya know.

dont you dare spoil shit for me btw. its gonna be on site if you do /hj

[wtfforged]

stretchies

[rogueshadeaux]

“I hate the script, the vault dwellers sound so cheesy—“ my Brother in Steel you realize that’s the point, right? They were bred to act like the physical embodiment of an HR e-mail. Did you not catch the memo that Vault-Tec put out regarding their experiment facilities?

[aejiee]

Old man yaoi

[hunteer23]

just had the best burrito of my life and now i don't have to eat anything for at least three days 🙃

[charlie-artlie]

I think the death weirdos should hang out

[bi-writes]

mmm. being the final girl in ghost's slasher movie (dark!ghost x curvy!fem!reader, 18+)

his laughter shakes you to your core. you're cornered, in the very back bedroom under the bed, staring at the dull gaze of your roommate as she bleeds out on the floor.

she's gurgling. she coughs up mouthfuls of blood, and they trail down her neck like a spider web until it pools underneath her head, making the strands of her hair red and sticky. the slit across her throat sputters, and you watch as the white painted bones on the back of his gloves drips with the pretty crimson color. if it wasn't so cruel, if it wasn't blood, it might be artistic.

he takes a thumb and smears the blood over her skin. he draws shapes into her forehead and then both of her cheeks, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop from crying as she gasps, reaching up with a shaky hand, halfheartedly trying to push him off, but she's too weak.

he hums when he finishes, and your eyes well up with tears when he knocks her head to the side so she's facing you. he's written three words on her face, one word on her forehead, and then the rest on her cheeks, in her own blood.

I SEE YOU

you scream when he shifts, grabbing onto your ankles and yanking. you claw at the hardwood floor, trying desperately to get away from him, but it's no use. he has you, he found you.

no matter where you go, you've never been able to hide. no matter how far away you think you've gone, it never matters. no matter how long you go without hearing from him, it isn't a comfort, because that usually means the inevitable is coming.

he will never leave you alone. you will never get away. he will find you, he will have you, and every time you escape, it is always just him giving you the illusion of freedom, when in reality, he can have you as easily as he did before.

"givin' me a right headache, luvvie," he murmurs, flipping you over with not so much as a grunt and sitting on your hips. you squirm under him, but this behemoth of a man isn't something you can just push off of you. he's big and heavy, and with all his gear on, he must be thirty pounds heavier. you eye the gun strapped to his chest, but even at this distance, you know it won't matter.

ghost cannot die. that's how he got his fucking name. you've sunk a knife into his stomach before, you've shot him once, you've pushed him off of cliffs and down elevator shafts and watched him sink to the bottom of the fucking ocean, but he cannot die, he won't die, he will never leave me.

"fuck you," you spit, and he chuckles, pulling one of his throwing knives out of his boot and using it to pop the first button off the front of your shirt. it clatters somewhere in the bedroom, and ghost snarls when he sees the lace of your bra.

"expectin' someone?" he growls. "oi! look at me."

you glare up at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, and he uses the sharp edge to pop the rest of the buttons off, your shirt in tatters as it lays loose around your arms. he grunts as he sneaks it under where the cups meet, pulling upwards until he cuts the lace in half. you mewl when your tits bounce, falling free, and his pupils dilate.

"mmmm..." he pushes his mask up, leaning down, and you arch your back when he wraps his lips around one nipple and suckles. you reach up without thinking, your hands finding the back of his head and cradling it as he practically feeds on the fat of your breasts. "know how much you like tha'..."

you whine, and he lets go, pushing the front of his mask into your cheek, licking the skin. you scrunch your face, dirty fucking animal, and he mouths at your jaw.

"'f y'were just a good girl, wouldn't hafta do this," he taunts. you squirm when he lowers himself again, paying attention to the other breast and sucking it into his mouth. "y'make me do it, swee'eart. make me hurt sorry muppets...they're keepin' y'from me. and y'know tha' isn't allowed."

you cry out when he flips you over under him. he shoves your face into the floor, tangling his hand into your hair and yanking on it so that you're looking at your dead roommate, her eyes dull and lifeless as she lays there turning cold.

"look wot y'did," he growls. "look wot y'made me do."

she looks sort of pretty. she did annoy the shit out of you, you won't lie. she looks happier this way. quiet, relaxed, still. it's cathartic, to know that maybe this is what she was meant for. to die, that was her purpose. it makes a little sense.

"'m sorry," you whisper, and ghost loosens his grip on your hair. "'m sorry..."

he kisses the side of your neck, laughing a little.

"now y'r sorry," he says, amused. "y'r mine. when are y'going to learn tha'?"

you put your palms onto the floor, trying to turn over. he eases his weight up to let you, leaning down and putting both hands on either side of your head as he looks down at you. you meet his eyes, sniffling, and you shake your head.

"w-was scared."

"scared?" he tilts his head to the side, licking over his teeth. "scared of wot? would do anythin' for ya."

"i-i know," you sniffle. "just...n-never had anyone that...that would. i-i...i've never had anyone s-so good to me."

he grins, and you shiver a little, but not from fear.

"awww," he shakes his head. "y'r a bad liar, luv."

"i'm not lying--!"

he leans down, licking over your bottom lip, and you whimper.

"prove it," ghost rasps, and you blink up at him, swallowing hard. you push on his chest a little so he eases off of you, and you hook your thumbs into your jeans and shimmy them off. ghost watches carefully, his eyes flickering when you lay bare underneath him, and you bring your knees up before letting them fall. he licks his lips, his grin widening, and he meets your eyes when he sees what he likes. "bloody hell, y'r soaking the fuckin' floor, swee'eart."

you bite your lip, a little shy, and he grips your throat firmly before tugging you up to meet him. he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, stroking your sweaty hair and humming low.

"y'r gonna run again, aren't ya, baby?"

you nod, closing your eyes, and you let a soft moan slip out when he settles between your spread legs, pressing his pelvis to yours. you feel that familiar hardness, digging into your sex, and you can't help the grind of your hips, wanting to get closer, needing to have more of him. he might be the craziest motherfucker you have ever known, and it's a shame he fucks like a pornstar.

you open your eyes, reaching down, and he smiles wickedly when you unzip his pants, shoving them low until his cock is free. like he knew this would happen, he's been leaking into his boxers, and when you pull him out, the tip is red and wet.

you squeeze your thighs around his waist when he sinks into you, grunting when his thighs press to yours, burying himself deep. you cry, your back bowing sharply, and he smooths his gloved hand down your bare stomach, licking his lips when he trails streaks of blood down your soft skin.

"'s olright," ghost mutters, "quite like chasin' ya. makes y'r cunny taste better. makes y'so fuckin' tight, too, fuck--"

"yeah--" you gasp, and he smiles again, disgusting, filthy, murderous, terrifying.

"say it. say it, and maybe i'll forgive this lil' stunt, and maybe i'll let y'cum." your eyes roll back, and he grips your face tight. "oi! say it!"

"i'm yours! fuck--yes! i'm yours..."

[yourangle-yuordevil]

First time they make an effort (because going to the bathhouses Barbie style™ would have raised more questions than necessary...)

[mobius-m-mobius]

Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever.

[ash-and-starlight]

one day, in a thousand years

[yrsonpurpose]

You and me probably end up going for all the same parts together.