#tw peeping

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

for your spotify wrapped:

69 baby!

Hottest wettest nastiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

Warnings: Reader is a peeping tom/listening to people having sex, noncon (Frankie and his date don't know Reader is there), creepy/stalking behaviour, getting off to people (unknowing) having sex, Reader is a creep, Frankie is a bit of a sleaze, dirty talk, degrading talk, underwear stealing (not the way you'd expect) let me know if I missed anything. This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not interact. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Please heed these warnings and the warnings put in place on each individual fic and chapter. Your reading and consumption of my work is your responsibility but I will endeavour to mitigate any discomfort for you, the reader, as possible. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact. 

For my Spotify Wrapped Ask Game 69: Radiohead - Creep. I wish I was special, but I'm a creep.

You shouldn’t be here.

The sounds of Frankie and the girl he brought home an hour ago echo off the walls of his bedroom and through the door you’re pressed against. Jealousy twists in your gut like a knife.

You have no right to be mad, you’re not together anymore. He dumped you.

You scold yourself as you sit with your back to the ensuite door. The cold floor biting into the flesh of your ass as you try and figure out what the fuck to do.

“Fuck yeah Frankie, your tongue feels so fucking good!” Frankie’s date cries out and you have to stifle an embittered moan as you remember exactly how good Frankie is at giving head.

You feel your thong getting wet at the sounds coming from the room. Frankie’s low groans make you clench around nothing as he devours the pussy on the other side of the wall. You want to touch yourself, to get off to it, but you’re not a creep.

At least I don’t think I am.

You muse silently to yourself as you hear the creak of springs as Frankie and his date shift on the mattress. Sounds you know far too well. They’re etched in your mind as you remember how it feels to be pressed into the navy sheets, Frankie’s thick cock buried inside you as you scream his name.

You hear the tight gasps and whines that he pulls from her as he fills her up. Your fingers dip below your waistband of your lacy panties. The ones you’d worn just in case he caught you tonight. You came by to pick up the last of your things, chancing that Frankie would be in on a Tuesday night, but you had found the apartment woefully empty.

So, you had moped around the apartment as you picked up the paltry amount of your leftover belongings. You were hovering over his underwear drawer when you heard the door unlock. You’d stripped down to your lacy underwear and thrown yourself down on your – his – bed when you heard the woman’s laughter.

So, obviously doing the logical thing, you hid in the bathroom, with no time to throw your clothes back on.

“God you’ve got a tight little cunt baby, look at her, choking my cock so good.”

You slap your free hand over your mouth as your Frankie talks to his date just like he used to with you. Your arousal sours as you realise you clearly weren’t anything special to him in the end. He talks to all of his conquests this way.

You let go of the last shred of shame and roll your fingertips over your clit, sliding them down to your aching hole as you fuck yourself to the sound of Frankie screwing someone else.

Every pant and moan drives you closer to the edge as you use both hands, two fingers stuffed deep inside you with one hand while you rub furious circles over your clit with the other. You’re close as the headboard begins to slam against the wall behind you. You know Frankie’s close too, you can hear it in the way he groans.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” then your name slips from his lips, and you think you imagine it. But it’s too late you’re coming hard around your fingers as you ride through it.

“What the fuck?” the woman’s voice shatters any doubt as you hear a commotion in the next room. The straining of bed springs and the sound of Frankie trying to backpedal are drowned out as your head falls back in a wordless cry. Your orgasm continues to rip through you, like pleasure and pain twisting around your spine as you let out a soft laugh. Your name falling from Frankie’s lips are playing on loop as you clench hard around your own slick fingers.

You hear Frankie storming after his date as she clearly makes to leave. You hear the front door slam followed by silence. You can only guess Frankie followed her out. You wait a minute before leaving the bathroom on shaky legs, dressing quickly before something catches your attention.

A pair of Frankie’s boxers, no doubt the ones he wore tonight, strewn on the floor. Discarded.

You act on impulse and stuff them in your coat pocket before slipping out of the apartment with your meagre box of meaningless crap. You take the back stairs and head to your car. Your legs are still a little wobbly and you grin to yourself at the way your slick sticks to your thighs.

You slump down in the driver’s seat just as you get a notification on your phone.

A Text.  

Frankie: U up?

I love you @beefrobeefcal

[businessboybrick]

Without spoiling anything, PLEASE be advised that the first three episodes have A LOT of suicide shit in them. Like not just ideation, full on behavior and attempts shown on screen. Huge warning if you have any kind of trigger for suicide

[ivsleeptoken]

me too @ photographer man.

[egoarc4de]

if it stops i'm having an unshakable nightmare

[ghouljams]

I got brain rot of Cowboy!König just being so fucking frustrated over his darling sometimes because she’s so sweet and trusting and just a bit naive so she does stupid things like leave her doors unlocked so he has to go and lock them for her just so that he has some peace of mind.

He will never know peace with Bee. Even when they get together she's the type of person to go, "Why would I worry about that? König will handle it." And he will but Christ woman, worry about something, please.

You are so interminably trusting it is bordering on insane. König twists the knob on your front door and sighs when it opens with little fuss. When you’d talked about how safe this town felt he really had hoped you didn’t mean it was “leave your door unlocked” safe. Apparently you had. He slid the door open enough to let himself in, and shut it quietly behind him.

He may as well, you practically left him an invitation after all. Stupid. Naive. You’re a woman living alone, shouldn’t you know better?

He thinks you keep your spare keys in your kitchen. Really you should have offered him one with how often you see each other, but it’s fine, he’ll grab one for himself and lock up while he’s at it. König is quiet searching your kitchen drawers, mindful of the clink of silverware as he eases each drawer open to look for your keys. It’s late enough that you should be dead asleep, but one can never be too careful. Nothing. He goes to check the table by the door, wincing at the creak of unoiled wood sliding against itself. He pauses, sliding his fingers carefully into the opening to feel for- yes, there it is.

A little ring with two pink metallic keys. He slides one off and takes a moment to put it on his own key ring before replacing the spare and sliding the drawer back into place. There, nothing left but to lock up. 

He hesitates, his hand on the front door waiting to open it. What is stopping him from leaving? No. What’s stopping him from staying? Your little orange cat winds its way around his legs, just as eager to see him as its mother always is. König bends down to scoop it up, feeling the rumble of its purr and scratching between its ears.

“Bringen wir dich zurück zu deiner Mutter,” He tells it with a low whisper. That’s what’s stopping him, he wants to see you. 

He knows where your room is, of course, up the stairs and at the end of the little hall. Your old floors may creak for you, but he’s never had any trouble. Your door is open, your windows are open, you are open. Sleeping soundly under the cool breeze from the ceiling fan, looking so sweet and soft, and vulnerable. 

This was the problem. You left yourself too vulnerable to threats. It’s just not healthy. What if something were to happen and he wasn’t here? He sets the cat down on the floor, and brushes a strand of hair off your face. Pretty. His pretty girl.

You make a soft noise as the cat jumps on the bed, and he- God- No, no, he has to go. He can’t stay. He can’t.

It is a long walk back to the front door, but he doesn’t forget to lock it behind him.

König is such a worry wart sometimes, you think it’s funny that a man his size is worried about safety. He looks like a one man army, but he always double checks that he locked his front door before he leaves. You just wait for him in the truck, eager to get to town and get your weekly shopping done. When he finally gets in the cab and turns the truck on, you catch a flash of pink hanging with the rest of his keys. It looks just like one of your house keys, but that can’t be right.

“Is that my key?” You ask, feeling something pull in your gut, König glances down at his key ring, “How did you get my key?”

“You gave me one, did you forget?” König says with a frown, “You said you needed someone to feed the cat when you go into the city.” You nod hesitantly, thinking. Did you give him a key? You do need someone to feed Spot when you have to make the trek out to civilization. 

“Huh, yeah I- Thanks for that, I guess.” If König says you asked him you must have. He’s got no reason to lie to you.

[peeprbrainrot]

pssst. heavymedic dinner date. make it as sappy or chaotic as you please 👉👈

I'm sorry if the actual drawing is shitty 💀 I put more effort on the prologue lolz

also I LOVE YOUR ART!!!! I JUMPED WHEN I SAW WHO ASKED THIS!!!!!! 😭😭💕‼️

[s4ndg3m]

@sp0ngeysp0nge now imagine the gradient slimed up and coated in that sludge...

the second one was suppsoed to be both of ours slimed but i got. carried away. so.

[send-me-a-puffalope]

twirling my hair, kicking my legs thinking about scooped!Vanessa :333

(process photos under cut)

[sharknado-three]

Homophobes: I don't hate people who struggle with homosexual tendencies, I just think sodomy is a sin and responsible for spreading disease. I will do anything in my power to stop people from having gay sex, including campaigning to make it illegal. I believe being visibly homosexual in the presence of kids is making kids gay and shouldn't be allowed.

LGBT+ community: That's homophobic.

TERFs: I don't hate dysphoric females, I just think transitioning is causing irreversible damage and reinforcing sexist stereotypes. I will do anything in my power to stop "confused lesbians" from destroying their bodies, including campaigning to make transition illegal. I believe being visibly trans in the presence of kids is making kids gender-confused and shouldn't be allowed.

Some of you: Wow, TERFs sure do love AFAB trans people! They literally said so and we know bigots would never lie about that!

[titantheemoon]

“i’ll answer in a sec”

[lil-beanz000]

"I got back up~"

Messed around with Procreate tonite 0-0" Im unsure if i like it yet~

Different edit below (tw:blood)

[weird-an]

Billy hides and waits.

His dad is angry and he's under the bed, waiting for Neil to fall asleep.

He's scared and he hates it.

His mom leaves and he's waiting, hidden behind his dad's anger and the poison he spits, for her to come back, to take him with her.

He's got a big wound inside him, always hurting.

His dad drags him to Hawkins, far away from all the place where he can be himself. He's always hiding. Behind a bright smile and the howl of the Camaro's engine.

He waits for school to finish, to get a chance, a new horizon. He's afraid Neil will make sure he never reaches it. Billy hides.

Steve Harrington is the first person to find him. When Billy is a mess, way too drunk, on a Wednesday night at the quarry. Billy wants to leave.

"I don't think you should drive, Hargrove."

He ends up on a couch that is only designed to look good in a catalogue and a torture to sit on, no sleep in sight. He promises himself to never go back to the Harrington's house full of awful wallpapers and the prettiest boy.

It doesn't work. Once Steve found him, they hide together. Under the bleachers smoking. At Steve's pool, with a laugh and Steve's mom's favourite champagne.

"Two months," Steve says, sipping from the champagne like he has always . "Two months and we can leave."

We. Billy stares at him, all warm. The pool feels like The Mariana Trench, filled with endless possibilities.

"Cheers to that, Harrington."

"It's Steve, Hargrove." Steve rolls his eyes. Billy's heart skips a beat.

Billy isn't scared. He leans over. Kisses Steve, because with Steve he doesn't need to hide. Steve kisses back, tasting like champagne bubbles and chlorine and himself.

Billy hides with Steve. In his bed, under the covers, clinging to each other at night.

"Two weeks," Steve says, digging through his dad's endless collection of ties and bowties, looking for a matching one for graduation day.

Billy finds that hiding with Steve isn't too bad. Not when they are waiting together. To pack their bags. To drive away.

"Two weeks," he agrees.

[selfshipseaside]

☆ Reminder to any self-shippers with a big bust/chest, your f/os love you!

No matter your gender or how you present, they love you and your chest the way it is, and they also support anything you want to do with it! They understand the plights of it. Whether it's having a hard time feeling like shirts fit nicely on you, or if it even makes you feel dysphoric, no matter what problems you might have with them, they'll be there to listen and help as much as they can. They don't think your bust is too big or that you look bad because of it!

If you ever wanted a reduction, they'd be your biggest supporter!

Top surgery? They'd cheer you on the entire way through and help you through recovery!

And if you wanted to bind your chest for any reason at all, they'd assist you no problem!

Just wanted to find some properly sized clothes and help with the intense back pain? They got your back, literally!

If anyone is ever making you feel objectified because of your bust, your f/o would make sure to help you sort through those feelings and to try to put a stop to the source. You deserve to exist with your body and not feel objectified by just being there!

So, no matter what you might think or want to do with your bust, your f/o loves you for it and supports you all the same!

[marshyoftheblobs]

Sorry we hit Vash with the malewification beam too hard and now he's an anime mom. Yeah, side hair and all. Surely they'll be a happy little family and nothing will happen right?

Also the spirit of a horny hentai hikikomori possessed me when I drew this (under read more because, yes this is pregnant lewds time)

Uncensored bits here: https://twitter.com/marshedblob/status/1670070112202932224?s=20

[electrozeistyking]

Apparently so far that Blind Varian AU I was plotting on making is already in its shitpost-y phase. FYI, we do not condone ableism here in this household. Varian's just being a sassy little shit and he honestly deserves that right.

[hajihiko]

Warning: flashing/glitching .GIF, mild horror elements

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