#very- I was about to say wiggly but even idk what the fuck that means NDGDGDHJDJS

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 22 - (Predicament) Bondage

Poly 141 - 3.3k

summary: Price and Ghost have some fun while Johnny and Gaz are tied up. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!price, dom!ghost, sub!gaz, sub!soap, predicament bondage (posture collar, one-bar prison, nipple & clit clamps), anal sex, trans ftm soap, trans ftm gaz, brief choking

note: this has a bit of ghostgaz, but almost all of it is ghostsoap with pricegaz fucking in the background. i tried to make it seem more like they were all interacting, but idk how i did lol

“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Captain,” Ghost says, eyebrows arched high as he runs a hand across his jaw.

Price has got Gaz and Soap set up in quite the predicament bondage, both of them looking oh so vulnerable and needy. They make quite the sight beside each other, pretty little things all tied up for he and Price to use to their heart’s content.

They’re in a complicated setup, both of them mirroring the other perfectly. Gaz’s head is held high, a collar with a leash attached to one of the hooks in the ceiling keeping him standing tall and proud, not able to dip his chin too low without choking himself. He’s stuck on his toes, a one-bar-prison impaling his cunt with what must be a sizable dildo considering Ghost can already see a bit of a bulge in his stomach and he’s not even close to flat-footed. He’s got a ring gag in, drool soaking his chin. His arms are folded behind him, locked with one forearm on top of the other in an arm binder.

Soap’s posed in an identical way - head held high, one bar prison, locked arms, up on his toes. The only difference is the gag, which for Soap is a rubber bone on the smaller side that still allows his little whimpers and whines to slip through. He’s far more wiggly than Kyle, trying to rock further up on his toes to find a more comfortable position, swaying from side to side and moving his head about to find what positions will and won’t choke him.

The two of them are connected by three chains - one from each nipple, Kyle’s left to Johnny’s right, and Kyle’s right to Johnny’s left. The chains attach to mean looking clamps with metal teeth, and they’re just short enough for there to be a constant tug on the clamps and no real way for them to relieve the pressure. It leaves them in an almost half-bowing position, trying to force slack into the chains while staying on balance, not impaling themselves further, and standing straight enough not to choke themselves.

The other chain is pulled taut where it connects from clit to clit, a matching pair of rubber-toothed clamps on each of the little nubs. Every inch that one of them sinks down, the other’s clit gets tugged down too. It leaves them in a constant state of writhing in pleasure, only to jerk more in pain. One slips down and the other yelps, one moves up and the other whines. It’s a twisted sort of dance that leaves both Kyle and Johnny panting and flushed, unable to stay still no matter how much they try. It leaves them forced to make a delicious choice between choking themselves, tugging on their clits, or sitting fully on the cocks halfway in their cunts.

The pose also leaves them both presenting their asses very nicely, backs arched and positions unbalanced with their arms made useless. The way their legs are spread leaves their back holes visible - even from the doorway Ghost can see a little jewel glittering between Kyle’s cheeks and a brown tail hanging between Johnny’s thighs.

“Took a bit of work,” Price replies, taking a long puff of his cigar and running his eyes over the squirming boys. Johnny rocks a little too far to the left, gets a loud shout of complaint from Gaz and a glare. “You’d think I’d sliced their little dicks right off the way they howled at the clamps.”

Ghost chuckles and steps up to the display, runs his hand slowly from the nape of Gaz’s neck to his ass. The tension in his back makes his muscles quiver, and Simon can’t resist grabbing him by the hip and forcing him down a few more inches. Kyle and Johnny both yelp at that, Johnny whining as he lets himself sink down too, and Gaz glares at Ghost when he steps to the side of them.

“Aw,” Ghost smirks and lifts a hand up to Gaz’s chin, wipes away a bit of the spit and gives him a harsh tap to his cheek. “Don’t like feeling so full?”

A harsh exhale through the nose and one sharp shake of the head.

Ghost mimics Kyle back, shakes his head slowly with an exaggerated pout. “No? Size queen like you doesn’t like a nice big cock in his cunt?”

A whine this time, a jerky nod instead. From his peripheral Ghost sees Price walk up behind Soap. He doesn’t look over, keeps his attention solely on Gaz so the boy doesn’t get distracted.

“You want more, then?”

Poor thing’s eyes are a little glazed, a little furrow between his brows telegraphing his confusion. He takes a nice deep breath through his nose, exhales heavily and glares at Ghost with slightly clearer eyes.

He only laughs, gives him another tap to the cheek. “You know you’ll take it all by the end of the night, will probably be whining and moaning for more when it doesn’t fill you up the whole way.”

Ghost ignores Gaz’s pouty expression, trades places with Price and sets himself behind Soap. He’s flushed all the way down his spine, his thighs quivering from the effort it takes to keep him up on his toes. The little tail sways a bit between his legs from all his twitching and shifting, and he can’t resist the urge to give it a little tug. Gets Johnny whining and leaning back, then Gaz making a little complaining noise.

“Look at you,” he hears Price murmur, and a moment later Johnny and Kyle both jolt forward with matching pained noises. Ghost glances down and sees that Price’s pointer finger rests in the middle of the lower chain, pushing down and forcing both of the boys further down their respective dildos to try and alleviate the pressure. They both let out upset noises, Johnny’s head jerking back and forth while Kyle’s drops as low as it can, stomach heaving when he takes a deep breath in.

Ghost runs a hand from Johnny’s shoulder down to his ribs, letting himself explore all the skin available to him while Price plays around with tugging the chain up. Both boys jerk further up on their toes in sync, and Ghost can’t help but laugh at their twin moans.

“Like little synchronized swimmers,” Price murmurs, pushing down again and using his free hand to push the nipple chains back and forth in the air. Again, Johnny and Kyle jerk down in sync and groan at the stretch.

“Synchronized sluts, more like,” Ghost grunts, pulling away from Johnny’s sweat-slick body just long enough to undo his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles, tugs his briefs so they rest behind his balls and he can set his rapidly hardening cock along the arch of Johnny’s back.  Price takes a final puff of his cigar before stepping away for a moment to put it out, then takes off his own belt and pants as he stands behind Gaz. 

Price groans, shoots Ghost an affectionate glare. “That was terrible, even for you, Simon.”

Soap - the little whore - grunts his agreement and jerks his head in a nod. Ghost scowls, lands a bruising blow to his ass and forces him down another inch or so by the hip. That gets him a squeal from both Johnny and Kyle, and a glare from the latter. Ghost smirks at him a little, reaches around the front of Soap’s body to flick the chain connecting their clits. This time Kyle’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Much better.

Ghost turns his attention down to Johnny’s ass, the little hole he’ll be fucking. The plug doesn’t look very large, probably just wide enough to stretch him out but not so wide that he’ll be loose for Simon. He can’t resist the urge to bat the tail back and forth, smirks a little when Johnny shivers at the brush of fur against his thighs.

“Wag your tail for me, Johnny,” he rumbles, rubbing little circles against his hips with his thumbs. Johnny grunts, shakes his head and tries to glance over his shoulder before he realizes he’s choking himself and gives up.

Ghost scowls, firms his grip on Johnny’s hips and forces him down, back up, down, back up, several times. The motion doesn’t wag the tail as effectively as moving from side to side would have, but it does the job.

It also gets both of the little toys screaming, the sudden jerking at their clits probably a horrible pain. Ghost nearly laughs at Gaz’s facial expression, gives Johnny a few extra thrusts just for the fun of it.

He stops when Johnny’s noises shift from whimpers to sharp little yelps, almost barks. As soon as he stops his thrusting motion Johnny sways a little from left to right, just enough for the chains not to tug very much, but still makes the tail swing between his thighs enough to satisfy Ghost.

“Good boy,” Ghost rumbles approvingly, running a hand from Johnny’s mohawk down to his ass. “Look at you, so happy to be stuck on a cock, huh pup?”

Johnny knows better than to ignore him, gives a sharp noise and then nods his head as much as he can.

It’s easy to slip the plug out, Johnny’s rim giving it up without any fuss. Ghost stretches to set it on a table, then gets back to appreciating Johnny’s ass, groping it a bit and spreading his cheeks wide.

It really is lovely, fat and tense and split on a cock. His cunt is spread wide, slick dripping down his thighs and the toy inside him, his little back hole winking at Ghost. It’s easy to sink his thumb in, pull to the side to get him gaping a little more. With the way he’s tied, Johnny can’t do anything but stand there and take whatever Ghost decides to give - either that or yank on his little clit until he’s screaming.

He doesn’t bother to stretch him out anymore, just rubs his cock up and down Soap’s ass crack to coat himself in the mix of slick and lube, then notches his head right in Johnny’s hole.

He hooks his chin over Johnny’s shoulder and keeps his hands tight on his hips as he slowly sinks in, feels Johnny moaning and tensing every muscle to keep from moving, watches as Gaz’s eyes roll back in his head from whatever it is Price is doing knelt down behind him. He jerks down in a quick thrust, has Johnny trying to overcorrect and both of them moaning when the chains pull.

Ghost can’t help but laugh a little as he sinks himself balls deep, reaches up to grasp both of the upper chains in one hand and yanks down with enough force that the clamps nearly come off their tits. It gets both of the boys screaming, Johnny tightening up so much that Ghost isn’t even sure he can pull out.

“Doesn’t get old, does it?” Price grunts, leaning just far enough to the side of Gaz to shoot Simon an amused look.

“No, it doesn’t,” he replies, tucking his nose into Johnny’s throat and giving a few shallow thrusts. Johnny moans again, the sound vibrating through his skin to Ghost’s lips, and he goes a little looser in his hold, leans a little more of his weight into Simon’s hands and the leash holding his head up.

Ghost leans back just enough to glance down and watch as he pulls out, Johnny’s hole spread obscenly wide around him. He plants his forehead on Johnny’s arched back, gives him a few thrusts and just watches the way his body accepts Ghost’s cock so easily. It’s almost mesmerizing, the slow glide of skin, the way his hole doesn’t fight the intrusion at all. If he could, Ghost would spend days just like this - slowly fucking in and out of a bound Johnny, enjoying the view. 

The loud moan from Soap reminds him that he’s very much not a doll, and will probably pout about not being treated fairly for days after he’s untied. The thought doesn’t bother Ghost as much as it might’ve with past partners - Johnny’s always needy and clingy when he’s feeling wronged. 

Still, having him bound and gag means Ghost doesn’t treat him as a partner. Right now, Johnny is just a whining thing for him to fuck. Ghost will let him come, but only if it feels good for him. Otherwise Johnny will stay right on edge, clenched up nice and tight with his cunt drooling.

Ghost lets his hand dip down Soap’s abs at the thought, spreads his pussy lips wide with his fingers to soak them in his juices. It makes Johnny feel vulnerable, which sets him shifting on his legs again - just enough to tug on the chains, if the nasty look and noise from Gaz are any indication.

Price has stood from where he was, and they’ve been together enough times at this point for Ghost to recoginze on both Gaz and Price’s faces that their Captain is spreading Kyle out for his fucking. He always likes them loose, Ghost wouldn’t be shocked if he tries to fit his entire fist up there.

He smirks at the thought as he fucks into Johnny a little more harshly. Gaz would make a nice puppet.

Apparently that’s not the road Price is going down tonight, because he wraps both of his hands around Kyle’s hips and clearly slides his cock inside the other man, if Gaz’s face is anything to go by.

There are a few moments of push and pull, where Price thrusts in on Ghost’s thrusts out, leaving the Gaz and Soap rocking back and forth with constant little tugs on the chains, slowly impaling themselves more and more as their legs go weaker.

As Johnny gets closer to the edge he gets more wiggly, like he’s trying to rub his dick on something that doesn’t exist so he can get off. The thought of Soap truly just being a toy for his pleasure, just a hole to fuck that doesn’t even have the privilege of an orgasm, has Ghost groaning out loud and thrusting just a bit harder. The change in pace has Johnny groaning, shifting around even more.

Ghost plants both of his hands on Johnny’s shoulders and pushes down, forces him to nearly choke himself with the collar and leash. He goes tense immediately, and every muscle in his body clamps up tight - Ghost throws his head back and moans, pumps his hips as much as he can and relishes in how much effort it takes to even pull out.

“Fuck, you feel good like this, Johnny,” Ghost moans, makes the noise as pleasure-filled as possible. “Nice and tight when you can’t breathe, huh? Might keep you like this ‘til I finish.”

There’s a little panicked, choking noise at that, and Johnny desperately tries to shake his head even with the tension in his leash.

“Yeah,” Ghost groans, settling back a bit. He shifts one hand to Johnny’s nape to hold him down, the other to his arms for a good grip. “You’re a little too loose when you can breathe Johnny.”

A grunt from Price as Simon starts to truly pound into Soap. “That’s what he gets for being a slut.”

Ghost barks out a laugh at that, jerks Johnny to the side by his neck and relishes Gaz’s squeal when both of their bodies sway. “Hear that, Johnny? Captain thinks you’re too used up to enjoy.”

“Now, I didn’t say that.” Price’s breathing is heavier, even at the slower pace he’s fucking Gaz with.

“Sorry, sorry. Captain thinks you’ve taken too many cocks to be worth fuckin’ when you’re not choking, that better?”

Another laugh, lower. “Sure, that works.”

There’s a loud whine from Soap at the words, and he spasms a bit in his binds. Ghost lets go of his neck, helps haul him up a bit and continues his fucking to the chorus of Johnny’s heaving breaths through his nose. 

He mocks a disappointed groan, slows his thrusts down to put more force behind each one. “See, Johnny? I let you get a breath in and you go all loose on me again.” He slips the hand on Johnny’s arms down to his crack, strokes the stretched hole and puts just enough pressure to make Johnny think he’s about to push in a finger alongside his cock.

It has the intended effect, sending Johnny jolting as far away as he can. He can’t get much distance, impaled and tied as he is, but it yanks on every chain he’s got tied to him - his leash and all three chains connected to the front of his body. He nearly screams around his bone at  the pain, and over his shoulder Ghost can see Kyle’s eyes roll entirely into the back of his head. Price just barely manages to catch him by the throat, holding him up so he doesn’t choke while continuing to fuck him at a slow and steady pace.

“There ya go,” Ghost praises, worming his fingertip all around Johnny’s hole to keep him nervous. “Nice and tight again, like a good cunt should be. Well, a good ass right now, seeing as I’ve got no need for your cunt.”

Johnny whines a little, a high noise that makes him sound just like the needy thing he’s been reduced to. He can’t seem to choose between going limp and struggling, his body switching between the two every few seconds. It leaves him panting and wide-eyed, and both he and Gaz whining and whimpering at what must be constant pain in their little dicks.

“God, you feel so good with both your holes stuffed, boy,” Price moans. He’s a little red in the face, clearly fucked out and barely holding back his orgasm. He slides a hand to the front of Gaz’s body, pinches the clit clamp and moves it back and forth to mimic stroking the bundle of nerves.

Gaz nearly yowls, back arching as much as it can in this position, and abruptly dropping to the heels of his feet. He goes even louder if that’s possible, but his voice is almost drowned out by Johnny’s when the clamp almost goes flying off for him, and he’s forced to his heels just to alleviate the sting.

He nearly chokes Ghost’s cock, and the way he moans and writhes is a dead giveaway to his own orgasm. Ghost copies Price and shifts the clamp over his clit back and forth, forcing Johnny’s body to milk his cock as he starts to finally come deep inside the man. 

The room is filled with a symphony of noises - muffled and clear - as all four of them seem to finish at once. Ghost wishes he could open his eyes enough to see Price and Gaz’s faces, would love to lean forward and watch Johnny lose his mind, but the hot vice around his cock is far too pleasurable for him to put effort into anything but the tiny thrusts he gives to keep the stimulation going.

He lets his head fall to Johnny’s shoulder eventually, one of his hands lifting to cup his bound arms. The only sound he can hear is his own heartbeat and uneven pants, and he lets himself sink into the afterglow. Johnny whines a little, shifts on his feet and winces

“Alright,” Price huffs, the clink of his belt loud in the otherwise-quiet room. “You’re gettin’ them down from there since I set them up. I’ll be in the living room with blankets and water bottles.”

Ghost smiles against Johnny’s skin when he hears the old man lumber off, then gets to work easing their boys down for a few long hours of aftercare.

[teague-broski]

Mashing together this theory and another one (but I can’t find it for the life of me) where Grace is the reason NPMD happens, more specifically that the Lords In Black have a hold of Grace before the plot even sets in motion.

First piece of ‘evidence’ is the whole Dirty Girl scene. The whole thing is a sexual fantasy which Grace doesn’t even realize is happening until halfway through: “Max Jägerman? What are you doing in my bathroom?” And the fact that he’s wearing a crucifix which sorta seems out of character for him, but fits what I imagine Grace sees as the ‘ideal version’ of Max.

But also, she is woken up from her bath fantasy by her dad, meaning it was more of a dream than a ‘daydream’. Also, she holds her hand up in confusion as if she didn’t know she was doing that in the first place??? Very sus

Next piece is more the vibe of her character the whole musical. (Keep in mind I haven’t watched any of the Nightmare Time episodes so I don’t know much about Abstinence Camp but I’ve heard some stuff about her being unhinged there as well. Still, my theory is specifically about Grace in NPMD.)

Anyway, it seems really weird that this girl is clinging to the idea of being pure and not a sinner (she wouldn’t even let Max hold her books because ‘she’s only 18’, seeing that as being a step toward her and Max being “in carnal embrace”) and here she is lying to her family, lying to the police, stealing a gun, and cursing at God. Also also, SHE DISMEMBERED AND HID A DEAD FUCKING BODY. And lying is the sin she’s worried about? Talk about one fucked up moral compass lol.

And my last piece is the summoning. This one is a two parter cause there’s a couple things happening here. First is the actual summoning part. When Grace, Steph, and Pete are on the floor, they look pretty terrified and confused, but right before the Lords in Black show up, Grace makes a face of either pain or discomfort which is very different from Steph and Pete’s terror. Grace is literally wincing and curling in on herself. Just something me and a few other people noticed.

And the second part of the summoning is Blinky. He literally says that they’ve been watching her and they know all the bad things she’s done. Isn’t that kinda weird that the Lord’s in Black have taken an interest in Grace and ‘haven’t done anything about it’? Between Wiggly and Pokey, they love getting involved in their little shenanigans in Hatchetfield but this time they just sat back and did absolutely nothing? I don’t think so.

Anyway, maybe I’m delusional and none of that makes any sense or I’m a damn genius lol. I would love to hear your thoughts on this about whether or not it works!

Also here’s the link to one of the theories I saw:

[lemmetreatya]

In Memory of Me — Eren x fem!reader

Thank you @flamespond for the idea. A real one tbh. Always know ur gonna match my silliness

word count: 2.7k

content: erens a cocky bastard, f! reader, reader has their ears pierced, alcohol, strong language, anal sex, doggy style, unprotected sex, cumshot, idk eren has an obsession with worm earrings (is it a kink for him? idk)

They were so fucking stupid. Like, stupid, stupid.

So stupid, that Eren finds himself with a soured expression as he looks on at you over the rim of his drink. Because honestly, who even wears something like that to the club? Frickin, worm earrings — those frilly skrunkly looking fellas with the strabismus eyes and wiggly bums.

And he thinks he hates them, which isn’t new because Eren hated a lot of things unprovoked, (Read: paper mache, manholes, Jimmy John’s, character shaped plastic weed grinders and more) but either way, he can’t get himself to hate you — which sucks — because you thought wearing worm earrings to the club was cool.

The skittish laugh you made in the bartender’s direction was no help either. He hates to admit it but you were so good looking, and Eren wishes that you weren’t.

He thinks maybe that way it’d be easier to ignore you with your funky jewellery and move on with his night, but no. No, Eren always had to find a pulling towards the weird ones.

“It’s definitely a creative choice.”

That’s what Eren starts with when he decides to indulge you.

You pause mid-conversation and turn in his direction. The music was cheap and the booze was even cheaper, but giving just about anybody your time of day was expensive.

“Sorry, you talking to me?”

An easy shrug graces Eren’s shoulders as he hops them up and down. You had a daring spunk and he likes that more about you than he hates the worm earrings.

With a coupled bite of his bottom lip and a simmering eye hold, the brunette moves closer within your proxemics.

“Well, I mean unless there’s anyone else wearing obnoxious worm earrings then…”

“Obnoxious?” You repeat.

Eren was fast to agree with your reiterated sentence but it was too late when he realises, along with your irked expression, that maybe using his internal opinions about your consciously chosen earrings for a conversation starter, was warped.

Instantly changing his countenance, Eren reels his expression into a fake pout of remorse. This one usually sealed the deal because Eren seemed to have a very ‘I want to forgive you’ face, or so he’s been told .

“I-I’m sorry. I acknowledge that was real rude of me. Forgive me, I don’t do this often.” He says with a hand over the right side of his chest.

That’s a lie; Eren does this often enough to know that a sleazy apology usually does the trick, but apparently it didn’t land too well tonight.

Your eyes analyse him top to bottom. He’s cute, hot even. That, you won’t deny, but before else you had your integrity to hold. With a curled lipped expression, you slowly turn your head away from the brunette.

“Well, when you do this often enough and figure out how to approach me properly, come again.”

Ohh, shivers.

Eren weirdly liked that. From that alone he knows he wants more and that’s not just because his dick jumped at the assertiveness.

At this point, Eren would decide that his pride and ego were too important to be bruised by a mere Club Pickup and so he’d usually throw a very unfeminist, degrading comment and go along his way. But fuck, it’s you with the stupid worm earrings and heck load of self worth — there’s something about you that makes Eren voluntarily deny himself.

“Don’t think I’m willing to wait that long.”

At his words, you direct back in Eren’s direction with a slow turn. Half of you was surprised that he was still within your vicinity but the other part was intrigued to know what was really making him stay.

“For what?” You slowly enunciate.

Eren gives you a look as if what he was saying was simple. Which it was, but there was just something about the man that made everything he said come out sounding imbecilic.

“To figure out how to approach you of course. I can’t do it with calculations or a trial and error. Look at your earrings for shit's sake, you’re unpredictable.”

The brunette wildly gestures in your vague direction. You also notice a tattoo that curiously peaks out from his neck.

Hm. Hot.

Turning towards him more, you wear an amused expression as you ask:

“And so the approach you’ve gone for now — you think that’s working for you?”

It shuts him down for a bit.

You can see the clogs working slowly behind his wide beryl eyes. Even within the darkened club scene, that feature of his was wildly prominent.

But he’s quick though. He rolled said eyes, as if to feign that the answer was obvious, but you couldn’t help but notice the elysian grin that started to sport his lips.

“Right now, we’re taking ten.” He shrugs. “I’m not tryna pick you up at the moment. Well, I am, but not in the forward, proactive way. I just… they’re so fascinating.”

“Me or the earrings?”

Eren smirks.

“The earrings.”

He knows that’s not the answer you were expecting. It was the answer you knew he was leading to but you hoped that by some warped pick up line, he’d divert his answer to you at the last second. But he didn’t.

You let out a delayed huffed at his honest answer and he knows, then, that he’s got you.

This guy was absolutely tactless. You recall that he said he was thinking of a unique way to approach you, per your unconventionality, but you didn’t think he’d be this push and pull.

Still yet, in a very weird, sadly obnoxious way, it was working. So much so that you’re not sure whether to credit him for his stupidity or ingenuity.

Lightly pressing forwards, Eren made a bold move and decided to poke your arm with his index finger.

“C’mon, I’m not being that unreasonable. They’re unusual for a club setting and you know it. I’ve only ever seen someone wear these once in my life and that was on my boy’s kid cousin’s ears because she gave into peer pressure.”

With a humorous air, you raise your eyebrow at the brunette.

“You think I gave into peer pressure to wear these?”

“Nah, I doubt it.”

Eren seemed to really be thinking hard about this. He searched his eyes over your face, irreligious as his watch lingered over your lips.

“I’d say the next best thing is a dare. Most probably a stupid harmless one between friends, but now that I’m thinking about it, you wear them with too much dignity for it to simply be bad luck.”

Cocking your head to the side, you shuffle closer towards the brunette. You offered him a mulling smile.

“Is it really too hard to believe that I wore them of my own volition?”

Eren reels his head back but he doesn’t stay further away for long. He easily nods before edging closer in your direction. He has an unsure look on his face but he decides to be honest.

“Kinda, yes.” He says with a lower voice.

You weren’t offended. No, you were beyond feeling shameful affinity for worm earrings, but you guess in order to entertain this intrigued individual, you’d pertain to his supposed interest.

“So what, you want my earrings? Tryna fuck them or use them to get off?” You quip. “You can have ‘em if you wannem so bad.”

Eren makes a weirded out expression but he doesn’t move away. Something about him made you keen in his direction. Maybe it was how comfortable he seemed.

“What? Noooo, I don’t wanna fuck your earrings, I’m tryna fuck you! Only reason I stepped up to you in the first place.” He pouts.

You raised your eyebrows at him once again but this time it was accompanied with a smirk. Once he noticed your reception, he quickly returned your expression before continuing, his fingers tinkling at your own.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as fuck and I’m honestly reeling just thinking about having you underneath me. Only thing is that you just happen to be wearing the most…”

Eren quickly lets his words die at the back of his throat. If it’s one thing he’s learnt tonight, it was to not finish that sentence.

“Yeah.” He finishes.

Your turn your head so that you can side eye him. Jutting out your bottom lip, you thought for a moment.

“So you’re tryna sleep with me?” You said more to yourself than to him but the sentient was as easily reciprocated by him.

Eren flings his head back in a childish manner. Amusing, as he seems more offended at that question than he did when you offered him worm earrings coitus.

“God—I—" He clasps his hands in a fist in front of his face. "What else do you think I’m talking to you for? I’m literally just tryna give you that fuck-you-to-sleep, forget your name type dick, is that really too much to ask for?

You momentarily pause as you look upwards in faux ponder.

“Is that it?" You ask.

Eren nods.

With a neutral expression, your shoulders perk upwards.

"Oh. Then you should have just said.”

“Waaait a minute.”

The way Eren slowly squints his eyes at you makes you snort and then burst into a fit of public appropriate giggles.

He was genuinely such an interesting individual. You did wonder if he was actually this amusing or if he was simply curating his personality so that he could talk to you better. Either way you weren't too concerned; more than him, you too were just seeing this as an opportunity to get fucked silly.

Eren's eyes joyfully follow you as you continue to bend over in laughter, his own lips quirking upwards at the sides.

“It was that easy, huh?” He jokes in disbelief.

“It was that easy. Didn’t have to mention my earrings or nothing.” You quip back, the glowing embers of joy and alcohol evident in the beam on your face.

Eren cocks his head in your direction, his smile also wide. Although you never remember him being this close. He was practically a hand span away from you.

“Well, whaddya know? Looks like I’ve still got it.”

Playfully scoffing, you lightly push his stomach with the palm of your hand. You noted that it was a lot more taut with muscle than you thought it'd be.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You chide as you finally allow your eyes to wonder to the plumpness of his lips.

This was so fucking stupid. Like, stupid, stupid.

Because never in your life did you think a self conceited bastard like Eren would ever fuck this good.

You hated that he knew what he was doing; that he didn't need twenty-one plus questions to figure out your reactive spots, guilty pleasures and favourite positions. He was an expert, a god, at how well he knew how to put his dick into play.

"Gonna...gonna, shit, gonna fuck those silly worm earrings right off you. Gonna really...rock your shit up."

You were way too gone to reply.

Ass up, face down and cock continuously hollowing deep into the canals of your ass, yet Eren still found a way to make this about the worm earrings. You even contemplated taking them off considering how viciously they were whacking your face but you didn't care. Who the fuck was caring about worm earrings when you were getting fucked this good?

Clearly, Eren couldn't relate.

"S-stupid worms...stupid fucking silly worms — God, you're so tight — they're so weird!"

Your orgasm still had space to build up but you wanted to reach it quickly. Lolling your hand down between your thighs, you used two fingers to rub at your clit; to give your tea a little bit of honey, just to speed up the process.

"E-Eren..." You moaned out.

Hearing his name be chanted into his duvet, Eren felt his cock twitch.

"Yeah, that's it. Say my name. Say my name with those...with those worms in your ears. Go on, say it."

"Eren! Eren! E’en."

Your chants caused the male to throw his head bag in agonic pleasure. His grip on your hips got tighter as he used the leverage to continuously pull you back onto his slick cock.

"Just like that. Oh yeah, just like that. You feel so good. So so good, worms 'n' all."

Okay, quite frankly, this was getting ridiculous. Surely he couldn't be for real. Like, you've gathered; he likes to be the centre of attention and has difficulty doing that without a joke, laugh or gag, but surely yet, he'd understand that somethings you just kept separate from each other. Like wriggly worm earrings and getting doggied.

Surging backwards to try and meet Eren's thrust made the brunette let out a groan of pure wanton expression. He took one hand to slap the apple of your ass cheek a few times before hunching over you, his chest flush with your back.

“Want me to come inside you?” He salaciously grunts into your ear.

With an indecent moan, you agree.

“Uh huh. Yeah, wan’ you to…to cum inside me, Ren.”

The brunette placed a kiss to your back and then your shoulder as his cock continuously expanded your puckered hole. He then gingerly changed position from kneeling to having one foot sturdy on the bed before bringing a hand up to caress at one of your earrings.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Eren’s pace began to quicken but his thrust became sloppier.

You were seriously contemplating whether it was okay to finish this orgasm with worms on your mind or pause and ask Eren to behave, but his next words made you think elsewise.

“Every time you wear these earrings, I want you to be reminded of how good it feels to have my hot cum filling up your asshole. How… shit, how well you take my cock, how stupidly wet your pussy is for me.”

The brunette licked a stripe just behind your earlobe before grinning into your skin.

“Whenever you look at these stupid worms, I want you to feel the urge to hollow your asshole out in memory of me — knowing nothing will be as good as me.”

Like a fizz of electricity, adrenaline surged from every part of your body and focused right within the heart of your cunt. With an explosive cry, your orgasm ripped through your body, your legs wanting to involuntarily close shut.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Eren shoves a few more thrusts into you before he’s stilling flush to your back and spilling warm seed into your ass.

You’re still reeling through your orgasm when he cums, his semen lightly tickling that one gooey spot up your ass. The act causes you to keen — a pretty moan squeezing from your throat as your mouth lays slack atop or Eren’s duvet, a wet patch of dribbled saliva surrounding it.

With weak standing, your knees collapse from underneath you, sending both you and Eren flat on top of his bed.

Still inside you and recovering from his orgasm, Eren lets out a stuffed groan.

“Shit…”

He breathes into your ear. The warmness of it post coitus not so inviting anymore.

“Man, that was something else.”

Your head was still spinning, your body buzzing from the cathartic expression of lust but even in the haze that you were in, you had words for the brunette.

“What the absolute fuck is wrong with you?” You mumble.

“Huh?”

What you said was clear. Eren had heard exactly what you said, but the words sounded so unthreatening for what they were that he had to ask — just in case he was hearing things wrong.

“Did you just ask what the fucks wrong with me?”

You hummed to affirm, using that as your initial answer, but it’s when Eren pinched your back for an answer that you relented.

“Worms? During sex, Eren? Really?!”

“It’s your fault for wearing them. They’re so dumb.”

“And yet you just couldn’t keep them outta ya mouth.” You quickly retort.

Eren didn’t like that. You could tell because he made a stupid huffy noise before quickly propping himself up and pulling out of your ass.

That was fun for neither of you as you both moaned in loss of the warmth.

[clownsuu]

SUN AND MOON ON THE MINDD

THE BOTH OF EM GETTIN LOVE-!!

[heisenho]

Dreams

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being a maid for the Dimitrescu is all fun and games until you realize big tall vampire lady is very hot.

Warnings: 18+!! MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT! Fucking in front of a mirror, blood, swearing, oral sex (fem receiving), uuuh idk if you need any other warnings, let me know!

A/N: HEHEH DOUBLE POST DAY BABY! Posted my first heisenberg fic just a few hours ago, thought I might as well post for my wife as well! Thanks for reading, and as always, I hope you enjoy ~Beff

Being a maid for the Dimitrescu was exciting. You were obedient and soft spoken and polite, everything the Lady and her daughters could ask for. You didn’t pry, you didn’t wander where you weren’t supposed to, you did your job and you were damn good at it.

You had been very spaced out lately though. You couldn’t seem to figure out why at first, but then it clicked. When you had started work there, mostly the daughters interacted with you. You did not see The Lady very often. Suddenly, after a few weeks of working there, she showed up more often.

Her large stature (and bust) were hypnotic. You couldn’t help but stare and fumble (gayly) when she noticed your eyes glued to her beautiful ass or boobs. Your face would heat up, your eyes widening, and you’d turn immediately.

Lately you had even been dreaming of Lady Dimitrescu. A recurring dream. One where you’d accidentally hurt yourself, and she would be there beside you, checking on you, but then... She’d gently take your arm, and suck slowly on the wound, until you’d finally wake up. A heat between your legs and hunger in your eyes.

Wearing a sexy dress did not help either. You imagined Lady Dimitrescu slowly pulling it from your frame, or even ripping it off of you, violent and fast.

“Oh, dear,” You heard Lady Dimitrescu speak from behind you.

“Yes, my lady!” You turned, startled.

“I have been informed by my daughters that...” She paused. Swallowing hard, you waited for the worst. Her gloved hand moved towards the vase you had just been cleaning and she swiped it, fast. She showed you her finger and your stomach turned.

Dust.

“They informed me that you aren’t doing the best. Not anymore.”

With wide eyes, you put your hands up, “I promise, Lady Dimitrescu, I can do better! I just, I had been... Distracted-”

“Hm, what was distracting you.”

She placed her hand on her chin and cocked her head. Your breath caught in your throat and you shook your head, “I mean, no- nothing. I can handle it.”

“Obviously not. I mean, dear, I can smell your arousal from here.”

Your jaw dropped. You brought your fingers towards your bicep and gently pinched. Alcina scrunched her nose up, giving you a curious look.

“Oh, no, I’m not dreaming.”

The feeling of wanting to run rushed in all at once. You turned from the woman and almost started to take off in a sprint, until she just took one step forward and to the side, and she was in front of you. Just like that.

“I will have to punish you for trying to run if you do so again.”

You nodded, “Yes, my lady.”

“Good, you understand.” She brought her hand to your chin and lowered herself to your level, “You are very attractive, dear, very... curious... I think I can help you with your-” She paused, “Problems. If you would like that?”

You blinked a couple of times, in absolute awe of the woman in front of you. You nodded and Alcina took your hand in hers, and began to lead you upstairs to her room. Your breath hitched as you realized what was really happening. Lady Dimitrescu was taking you to her personal chambers, to (hopefully) fuck you. But... what if you were about to end up like the other maids?

Fear struck you quickly, but curiosity was taking over. You wanted to know what the Lady was about to do with you.

“Sit on my bed, dear.”

You nodded and shuffled towards the bed, watching as the tall vampiric woman slowly took her gloves off. She stalked towards you, a predator to prey, your eyes resembling that of a small doe.

“Lady Dimi-”

“Please, dear, when behind closed doors call me Alcina.”

“Yes, ma’am- Alcina.”

She smirked down at you. She fell to her knees in front of you and cocked her head at you. “The way you say my name, so soft and innocent. How about we break that?” Her cheshire smile sent chills down your spine. “Lay on your back.”

You followed her command instantly, lying flat on your back, legs hanging off the large bed. Suddenly, your dress was being moved upwards and a hand was on the elastic of your underwear. You sucked in air at the chill of her icy fingers and let out a soft mewl.

You looked at Alcina and noticed her hat was gone. She was in her dress still, leaning over you. Your eyes wandered to her breasts and you had to stop yourself from reaching out for them. You weren’t that brave, not yet.

“Are you okay with this?” She asked, one of her hands pulling at one of your thigh high socks. “Being absolutely vulnerable in front of me?”

It sounded almost rhetorical. The first part was sincere, but as soon as she brought up the vulnerability, she seemed heavily intoxicated by your innocence and vulnerability.

With a shaky voice, you replied, “Yes.” Your eyes met hers as you nodded.

“Perfect.”

Within seconds your dress was pushed up to your stomach, one sock was pushed half way down, your panties had been ripped off, and Alcina was at your cunt, breathing in your arousal.

“Hmm,” Alcina hummed, “I haven’t been this close to someone in a while. This is divine.” Her pupils were blown wide and her voice... she sounded absolutely feral.

Alcina plunged her tongue deep inside of you, licking stripes up your pussy, before reaching your clit and giving it well deserved attention. You let out a soft moan and gripped the sheets under you.

“Good girl,” Alcina praised you, causing you to grow even hotter, “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Alcina!”

Your back arched and your pushed yourself closer to Alcina, trying your best to make her pick up the speed. Her hand moved to your hip, holding you down. “Don’t be so wiggly.” She warned. You swallowed hard and nodded, mostly to yourself.

Alcina’s tongue was deep inside you, before pulling out and licking up towards your clit once more. Her tongue moved back to your entrance and her thumb pressed against your clit, moving in circles around the bundle of nerves.

“Alcina- so close, please!”

Alcina hummed against you, and you were sent over the edge immediately. Your body was shaking against her until she pulled away, smirking down at you.

“You’re wonderful,” Alcina spoke very kindly towards you, causing a heat to pool in your stomach, “let me fuck you in front of a mirror.”

All you could do was sit up and nod. Alcina nodded back and stepped away for a moment. “Get undressed, I’ll be right back.”

You slowly pulled your dress off and decided it would be best to keep your sexy little thigh highs on. You decided that, that would be a good look.

Alcina came back, a large mirror in tow. You were baffled by her strength sometimes. You were mesmerized by her constantly. She set it down in front of the bed. And you noticed just how naked you were.

“The socks, those are a nice touch.”

Alcina began to take off her dress and mumbled something about not wanting to ruin it. You wondered what she meant. She stood in front of you now, in beautiful lace underwear.

Alcina sat on the edge of the bed and patted her lap. You obliged and scooted towards her. She grabbed you, easily lifting you onto her thigh. You were facing the mirror, legs spread, straddling her right thigh. You could see your pussy perfectly in the mirror, you were almost self conscious.

“You’re so lovely aren’t you... I need you to know just how lovely you are.”

You were wet all over again. “Alcina.” You whined.

Alcina tensed the muscles in her thigh and you sighed. She gave an experimental bounce and you let out a soft moan. “Please, please let me cum again.”

“Of course, you deserve it, dear.”

“Are you not going to touch me?” You asked, deflating instantly.

“No, no, you will be getting off on my thigh, and my thigh alone.”

Instinctively, you began to grind into her thigh. Feeling Alcina bounce her leg every once in a while, with no rhyme or reason, kept you going. You were chasing a high that you needed to get from her, and from her alone.

“So good, dear,” Alcina ran her hand down the side of your ribs and you let out a mewl, crumbling onto her thigh.

“Please,” tears brimmed your eyes, “Please touch me.”

Alcina let out a soft laugh, “You are truly so cute, my dear pet. I’ll make a deal with you.”

You nodded violently, ready to hear what she had to say.

“So eager, and you don’t even know what it is.” Alcian brushed your side again. “I’ll get you off, if you let me drink your blood.”

“Who loses in this situation?” You questioned, leaning back against her, still grinding into her thigh.

“Oh? You want your blood drained from you?”

“I’ve dreamt about you fucking me and sucking my blood, fucking and sucking if you will, since I got her-”

Alcina shushed you, and gently asked for you to close your eyes. You did so and then heard the sound of... metal? Beside you. Something scratched at your bicep and you sucked in air harshly. The metal sound came again, but no more pain.

“You may open your eyes.”

Looking in the mirror, you saw her staring at your bleeding wound. Alcina promised to only take a little as her lips met your skin. You nodded and she guided her free hand towards your pussy once more.

Alcina tensed as she tasted your blood and a moan escaped her mouth. She licked and lapped at the blood, while you were grinding into her thigh. Her fingers played gently with your clit. Your movements became rushed and harsh, you were humping against her quickly.

Becoming dizzy and lightheaded quickly stopped that though. You reached your orgasm, and assumed it had hit so hard you were seeing stars from that. But when your vision unblurred, you noticed Alcina’s bloodied face in the mirror, still biting down and licking on your arm.

“Alcina!” Your voice, still filled with pleasure, caught her attention.

She gave one final lick and wiped her bottom lip.

“I only took a little.” Alcina noticed your tiredness and her eyes widened, “Come here, dear. Maybe we should go to bed, you seem tired.”

You nodded. Alcina picked you up and lied you down on her pillows. She lay beside you, her hand gently brushing against your skin, causing goosebumps. You let out a quiet moan and cuddled against her chest.

“Thank you,” You whispered to her, eyes closing, hoping and praying this really wasn’t a dream. Hoping when you awoke, she would still be there. But for now, all you needed was her, you focused on her as you drifted off.

[bookishbea]

Black Friday Reaction

Okay so I’ll be live tweeting Black Friday but none of it will have any sense to it but it’ll just be my reactions

1. The Paul thing is really bothering me

2. I really love the mention of the other characters

3. If Jane is mention is the story about the mom mentioned some more

4. Is the delivery man ted (cause he’s also a sleazeball

5. It’s weird seeing Cory not play a pure bean

6. I love California MIA

7. The little sister (Im sorry I’m bad at names) I self project as autistic and she something else idk

8. Did anyone else noticed Robert’s Australian accent come out?

9. Like I said this is out of order so yeah but I personally think the second song in the show was very shocking as I’m not used to very serious starkid songs

10. When Robert gestures smoking i think its lowkey a refrence to the smoke club

11. I have a crush on lex

12. I love Lauren’s charecter so much

13. I love the name linda becuase it could be like a karen without using that name

14. Not to get poltical but i choose to belive they made an antivax joke

15. Also the marvel nerd in me loves the name becky barnes

16. I know its probaly not on purpose but joeys charecters costume in line looks like the homeless guy’s one

17. Jaimey is great as always

18. The conversation is so cringe i love it

19. I kinda hope torture porn is a fanfic refrence (i know most people would want me to say spies are forever but nope)

20. I love Lauren but shouldnt her accent be included when she sings

21. I love Jeff’s reaction

22. I may get some hate for this but what was bothering me in tgwdlm and i notice in starkid is lack of fan comments in the captions

23. As a theatre fan i love the toy zone song (i am not sure if thats the right name) espcially the do wop becuase it reminds me of older musicals

24. Also since i watched tgwdlm and black friday a day apart its weird to come from songs happening because they are infected to songs happening cause its a musical

25. i love the love the line we are not relaibly to anyone who dies becuase they clearly show in the trailer that someone will die (this is not a spoiler if you watch the trailer for Black Friday)

26. I love Corey but when he dances i notice a bulge (i am not a perv he makes it very obvious)

27. So i rewinded it to make sure i wanst going crazy and realized something as lex says the pepper spray line. She would be good as janis ian

28. I love the touch money part its so cute even if its not supposed to be

29. Jaime plays a perv really well

30. I love Jon’s charecter its hilarious

31. Also i love jon and lauren interactions so it was cool seeing them together not as paul and emma

32. I love seeing more of Jon because although hes reaally good at playing paul paul doesnt have any flavor and its cool seeing jon do something diffrent

33. Jeff’s fuck you

34. Okay I was right it was the homeless guy and i bet the money is paul’s money

35. And this is not a sterotpye as i am jewish myself but i bet Laurens charecter is jewish

36. Its sad that the price thing is true

37. So i am a theatre fan and do not watch got but that music kinda reminds me of got

38. Cant tell if jeff’s charecter is gay and a perv or just a perv (i realzie this could be mmisinterpreted as homophobic i just mean to say that jamie’s charecter just seems like a full out perv where as i cant tell with jeff’s)

39. Obviously you shouldnt be that insane but i do like the lines about how you are in charge of life and dont care about what others think. its goood life advice

39. Looks like Paul’s boss got his wish

40. They are all idiots for holding up the doll when everyone wants to get it

41. Corey’s charecter is like shit, money isnt that imporant

42. Becky why are you a part of this you have moral high ground (yes i am ignorning the fact that cast usually join in dance numbers even if their charecter isnt a part of it)

43. Shouldnt tom get ptsd (see above)

44. Lex you already have one (see above)

45. So i may be overthinking things but how curt says never should settle is in the tune of spies are forever

46. Is it just me or did anyone else notice when the security guard comes in the tune of show me your hands comes in

47. I dont know why but i do love soft bullies because hes like hey im punching you but only for the kid

48. Some may say its schizo or something hannah has but its anxiery or something from how shes expressing it

49. I feel like hannah has a superpower and can tell whats happening

50. Maybe webby is actually wiggly

51. Baby (both hannah and robert)

52. Please tell me my babies not dead

53. Jon’s eee is adorable and silly

54. Wait hes alive

55. Wait no hes dead, im sad liek starkid is supposed to be fun and happy this is the darkest star kid yet. Even oregon deaths were silly

56. I love starkid but this is making me anxious i cant tell if its good anxious or bad anxious

57. Also i relate to the black and white thing not fully but liek whenever i dont feel well sometimes my brain is overstimulating but only in my head its very hard to explain 

58. Also i think sometimes kids on the spectrum and im not an expert but i do have it kind of make a friend in their head and i do that too sometimes just to give me advice

59. Also i hope they dont get rid of the black and white as sometimes people go more crazy without the figurative voice in their head

60. Like i said this is going to be random order so i like that emma adopted paul;s Okay and no im not making a tfios refrence

61. Poor Tim

62. Poor becky but even less

63. i thought they were supposed to be mad at g-d but in this and tgwdlm they like g-d

64. I cant tell the other pins on joey’s jacket but the first two i notice are mr wiggly and paul

65. I love Lauren’s acting you can see the very sublte sadness in her

66. Lauren and Joey together ahhhh

67. I know its probaly not a big deal but they should give a seziure warning before the tv scene

68. Did they reuse curts spies are forever outfit

69. Really starkid the obama refrence seriously, i cant tell if im mad or laughing 

70. How did Bob get one

71. I do realize they are talking irl but i cant help but wonder if the nazis were a spies are forever refrence

72. Does wiggly have a special power or something 

73. I think its similar to the metero the closer you are the more power it has over you

74. The starkid special effects we all know and love

75. Also is that mcnamara

76. Also maybe shooting it (the doll) does the same thing that shooting the affceted does. Give them no power

77. I cant tell what the music reminds me of exactly but the tune does kinda refrence a diffrent star kid song

78. Jeff looks so proud of himself for the peeps line

79. I love the purposeful i presume reuse of lines

80. Is peip like men in black

81. Also hatchetfield kind of reminds me of night vale

82. Is the black and white like the upside down?

83. I wonder if the point was purposeful since someone was filming or just choreographed

84. Yes Jon Singing!!!!!

85. I love the act two opener

86. Did his parents really name him christmas?!?

87. Oh hes literally related to santa

88. I love lauren and joey as eleves

89. Noel another christmas name

90. Isnt the little dance move like a genie move or something

91. Its so cute that she insitincitvely went to their seats

92. Also carving is goals

93. Even though its a penis its still goals

94. I know what you are, say it, santa clause

95. Tom dont yell at your girl

96. Poor Tom

97. But also dont make this about you

98. They probaly werent the head of the school since they were nice, i am sorry but thats true

99. Yass girl fight his ass

100. Also the theatre kid in me is picturing all that jazz

101. he ran into my knife he ran into my knife ten times

102. Yes Becky’s husband (i forget the name sue me) is bad but i feel like becky is more sinister then we realize

103. Becky’s line even if it isnt meant to be is so funny

104. The girl who plays Becky could play Barbara

105. I love how Joey and Lauren look into the camera

106. Jamie saying santa awww such a pure bean

107. The person in the wiggly onsie is goals

108. Matrix glasses for the win

109. Is wilbur a refrence to Charelots Web?

110. Its a cult a cult of wiggly

111. I feel like Sherman young is around 30-40

112. I love how its mommy to sound less pervy

113. Oh wait never mind Linda is mom

114. Shit thats fucked up they killed him

115. I am right a jew no non jew says mensch

116. To quote jared klienman kinky (shoe kiss scene)

117. Also i love this song the adore song

118. Why does them picking up Lauren give me Draco vibes

119. Wait he isnt dead?? im so confused

120. Wait he is dead???

121. Also ethan is creepy now

122. But Roberts expressions are goals

123. Robert your proffesor hidgens is showing

124. What the how does he know her name

125. Savage Wiggly

126. Wiggly is more funny than scary

127. But my poor baby dont be scared

128. What the fuck tom

129. Also poor baby number two

130. At first you think becky is made about him hurting a child but no its about the doll

131. What the fuck Becky

132. Also I wonder if thats the same serum that Hidgens used

133. Tom yelling at the audince is hilarious

134. Also Becky singing is giving me little shop vibes

135. Becky are you drunk or something you so stupid

136. But yayy my baby doesnt get hurt

137. More starkid special effects

138. Also the lighting nod to tgwdlm

139. Also why did they take my baby (see i told you random)

140. So the perv is wiggly

141. Also if he can appear in regular formation on earth why does he need to be the doll

142. Oh wait never mind he explains it

143. Joey talking to the audience and making them hold the apple is goals

144. I love Joey’s song

145. MIA = Missing in Action = Made in America

146. Wait im wrong Joey cant be Wiggly unless he has super powers he cant be in two places at once

147. I know they dont mean sex but still wtf

148. Lauren looks so done i cant

149. Seziure warning after mr presidnet leaves the black and white

150. Unless it was purposeful they should have hidden the dolls better backstage

151. Wait didnt hannah say something about two doors earlier?

152. Seriously Sherman ponies

153. I love the going back line

154. My poor baby lex

155. No Lex dont die not you too

156. Haha throwback to tgwdlm

157. Yes baby you got the gun

158. Also die perv die

159. Eagle screeching is goals

160. Yes lex use that logic

161. Also it makes sense only the adults can be brainwashed

162. There were only adults no children, scary (not sarcastic i promise)

163. Seriously starkid Fortnight

164. Thats why you should never fully grow up

165. Woah what Lex says is deep

166. Yessss Tom

167. Wait Tom dont hold the gun

168. Wait is Charolette alive or just a reuse of costume, if so why would they have jaimie wear it

169. No dont take her magic hat

170. Haha stupid hats cant be magic only dolls obviously

171. Does lauren say something like fucking knife in another show too?

172. Lauren screaming gives me my father will hear about this vibes

173. Also give my baby her hat back

174. Yass Lauren get it girl (i do realize shes playing the villian but still)

175. Yass Robert get it

176. Even though shes a viilain i dont like seeing Lauren get killed

177. But also how did they get the bullet wound on her so quick im impressed

178. Haha the way Gary stops everything to talk to gerald is goals

179. Like hes like oh shit money

180. And then hes like oh wait i have to pretend to care

181. I love how exagerated their dying is

182. Thats an impressive quick change

183. Yess Emma Hidgens

184. But also no hell fuck up again

185. Also Paul interupting is goals

186. Haha hannah you go girl

187. First off I love the song

188. Song off Hannah’s voice

189. Is paul scared normal or because of the hive

190. Wait all the tgwdlm charecters are back like nothing happened im confused

191. Haha the Hatchfield band is back

[elizabethrobertajones]

Hi! Do you think the teeth-gnashing and outrage about queerbaiting that happened after s8 was because s8 was when the Destiel narrative really kicked into gear in a more visible way? Like, suddenly Dean/Cas is a huge part of the story, romance tropes are everywhere in a way it never was before and then as the show got renewed things slowed down and people felt, well robbed? I'm rewatching s8 right and I feel Dean is like so close to just kissing Cas but I think Cas wasn't there yet. And now...

Yeah, I think so, and it seems weird now because it all feels so kind of abstract and NONE of it was REALLY there yet when you look at it with hindsight and knowing it didn’t happen.

A lot of accounts I’ve heard say basically the same thing - that the combination of the Netflix watchers marathoning and Tumblr’s rise as a fandom space made the destiel community blossom here, and season 8 felt like a huge fresh start and the tropes were different and the showrunner was different and there was a whole fresh new optimism and excitement about the show like it was basically brand new but also, like, already closer to 200 episodes than not… And a lot of meta got written which was very very optimistic and excited for Destiel. 

I know at least one notorious fandom-hopping troll got in on it because it was a great way to earn popularity and followers… No one had said it wasn’t happening yet, and the show was using really obvious and easy to read romance tropes and like, it seems to me like a gold rush town fandom? People were writing a lot of speculation and stuff about three act structures and what have you, and I think “meta” became synonymous with “writing about how Destiel will go canon” and it was being gobbled up.

Something that makes me sad now is that I see a lot of people in stuff like the arty gifsets, edits, fanart or fic side of the community who talk about how they’re never trusting or reading meta again after feeling burned by its promises? (ETA: And meta is SO much more than this; I think that sort of stuff is just speculation, but actual meta is the deep analysis. You can USE it to speculate, but usually more like themes and plot and character than endgame and story structure and HOW these things will manifest)

Because one of the other things was if you survived the season 8 finale and hiatus, which sound like hell (there was teasing that Cas would have an episodes-long love interest in either/both Nora or April by the sounds of things, and maaaybe Dean would have one too with Robin, so that must have been a delight >.>) and the actual 9x03 AND fandom vs TPTB fight that followed, AND JIB that year where Jensen said they “don’t play it that way” (that is, like a secret relationship where Dean and Cas are fucking off screen) then by the end of season 9 the whole bubble seemed popped, AND after all that, they began what Jeremy Carver kept on calling the “Plot Accordion” of the Mark of Cain, where they still had a plan (that three act arc meta I mentioned tentatively circled as an idea still but with a wiggly line in the middle stretching it all out :P) and they had to keep on stretching and circling, and so all the speculative meta from previously or even just before whatever was currently happening was often useless. And if it’s main plot speculative meta, well okay you can probably nail the themes but be baffled by their application or misuse of connected characters, but you’re not missing out on much. But if it’s waiting for payoff on an emotional arc (ANY emotional arc) it’s a horrific wait, and if you’re only or mainly in it for Destiel, the season renewals start to feel like a horrible game with your feelings?

(I mean I’m a fairly content-to-sit-here type fan, mostly because I’ve been invested since season 2 was as far as you could get in this country, and actually *remember* my friend being excited to grab season 3 DVDs and being there in the shop when she found them :P And I’m invested in a lot more than Destiel, I’d buy season 12 on DVD JUST for Mary… At the end of the day I am a bad sample fan for just being a Destiel blog even though I ship it to the ends of the earth and see it firmly embedded in canon at every level) 

But yeah, idk, I think season 8 is such a weird one to me, especially as season 7 & 8 correspond to a horrendously painful and busy time in my life and I was all hopped up on painkillers for most of them so I really do not remember those seasons clearly. Of season 8, I remember the LARP episode from first impressions, and that’s it. But it seems such a weird and inoffensive season to me (I mean… ignoring 8x15 entirely, as I usually do :P). 

In hindsight it’s got a beautiful and well-written Destiel subtext and romantic arc, which lays it all out extremely clearly, but wasn’t ever really heading to canon, just exploring and explaining, and putting tools on the board, to build up for angst and tension. And a lot of stuff for character development for later - the seeds of a lot of things are in season 8 that get repeated again and again getting closer and closer to the truth underneath them that was only a hint or a suggestion or wry comment in season 8. I don’t think they ever were going to make it canon that year because the build up was subtextual instead of overt. In season 12 a lot of things like the mix tape or 12x10 were so in your face romantic tropes or the elusive episode about angels falling in love with humans that was always needed to crack the whole thing open, complete with making it all about Dean n Cas at the end, and the season ending with a heap of Destiel vs John and Mary or Sam and Jess parallels, that it’s feeling like the REAL build up to what you might have to do… 

It’s SUBSTANTIALLY different to season 8, which for example, used Remember The Titans to make the same point as Lily Sunder, and it would be fascinating to compare them as sister episodes, but the first thing you see is that one is about an allegorical thing with greek gods, and one is *literally* using OUR Cas and HIS feelings in the story, even the historical part of it, and it’s about ACTUAL angels falling in love with humans and doing plot-mirroring stuff as a result. 8x16 has a Crypt Scene parallel the episode before the Crypt Scene and Sam specifically READS THE SUBTEXT that it was about love, whereas in Lily Sunder, Ishim is just like, yep I wanted to bang Lily woe is me, I’m gonna go murder her kid to make myself feel better and also Dean because that will probably cheer you up. 

(I’m now having a weird “I cba to check this but I think Zeus and Ishim wore the same costume” moment)

Anyway, idk where I was going with that. I think to say, that the blowback against season 8 was maybe because it was so unprecedented, and I think we trod the same waters for the rest of Carver era, but now it’s Dabb era and I am very very scared :P

[waxwingedwanderer]

Journal: misfortune, patience, and medication

I need to write a journal about the comedically terrible night I had last night.

We got home from pride around... 5:30pm, after picking Mark up from my parents' house and driving an hour home. My aunt decided to stay and hang out with my mom- our plans had been to hang out that evening and I won't lie, I was a little disappointed, but had I known where my night was headed I'd have agreed that it was the best decision. We planned to grab some things and head to the in-laws for their Halloween party. Tim packed his overnight bag so he could go hunting with his brother this morning. He then told me I was welcome to shower. I thought it was a very nice gesture but told him I knew I didn't have time. Nora was fussy after the car ride and Mark was exhausted and not feeling good- I considered staying home but knew it would mean Mark throwing a huge fit because he wanted to see his grandparents. Anyway, Tim insisted and I jokingly asked if I stunk. After being told that yes, I do in fact stink and need to shower, I passed him the baby and headed to the bathroom, embarrassed. (I'm glad I showered. After sweating all day at pride I'm sure I'd feel 10 different shades of horrible this morning if I hadn't.)

We put the kids back in the car for the 30 minute drive to the in-laws. Nora cried the whole way. I hate it when she cries in the car. There's nothing I can do for her. I sat between the car seats in the back seat, trying and failing to console her the whole way.

The party was okay. Like any other party at their house. Lots of people, yummy snacks. Being stalked by my brother in laws girlfriend who I sometimes want to go all Mean Girls on ("why are you so obsessed with me?!"). She's nice, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I don't understand why she gravitates toward me so heavily. We're just so different, and that's okay, but the way she handles that is... weird. For example, I have never ever not even once seen her without makeup done all nice. Tonight though she told me "I only have makeup on because we went to a funeral today, usually I don't even wear it." I don't know if she was trying to like... make me feel better for not wearing makeup (because I don't, hardly ever) or if she was trying to have something in common with me, or what. Sort of reminded me of the time she told me she never dresses up for school anymore and usually wears jeans and a t-shirt. Thats... basically all I wear? Idk. It's just weird. She's nice but I don't know what to make of a lot of my interactions with her.

Anyway, back to the party. Lots of passing the very tired baby around while Tim played cornhole (yes, it's a real game, another thing here that baffles me with its popularity) and Mark ran around with the other kids outside. After a while Nora was getting to the point where I thought she'd fall asleep in the car so I asked Tim to help me round Mark up, which ended up taking like 20 minutes because he had to say goodbye to absolutely everyone, regardless of the fact he only knew a small handful of people.

Both kids screamed and cried the whole way home. I have seen hell. Mark cried because he wanted to say more goodbyes and because Tim didn't come home with us, but mostly because anything would have made him cry at that level of exhaustion. Nora cried because she was yet again in her car seat and, by this point, at a huge deficit for daily cuddle intake. I didn't cry because I knew if I didn't keep it together all hope of handling bedtime would be lost.

Got home. Changed a huge blowout diaper and nora's clothes. Brushed teeth. Changed Nora's clothes again because of barf. Put kids in bed. Despite being super tired it took Mark an hour to fall asleep due to lack of bedtime routine, which could not be completed with both kids screaming. Once they were out I got up, downed half a glass of wine wishing we had something a bit stronger, brushed my teeth, and went back to bed at about 10.

Woke up at 4 this morning because Nora was wiggly, which usually means she's full of gas. Also, by this point I was absolutely soaked in milk because the only clean nursing pads I have at the moment suck. After an hour of desperately trying to avoid it we got out of bed. I tried to make coffee while holding a wiggly baby and ended up spilling wet coffee grounds all over the kitchen. Anyway I ended up managing to do a basic clean of the kitchen and make a pot of coffee. There are still grounds on the floor- my excuse is I'm waiting for them to dry so they don't stick to the broom. I had half a cup of half caff and watched some Steven Universe because I had a song from it stuck in my head. Nora fell back asleep so we got in bed but as soon as I started typing this Mark woke up. I'm hoping he'll go back to sleep, it's still dark and only just 7am.

I'm so tired. I think I'm going to have to cancel plans with our friends today in favor of keeping the kids home to rest. Tim won't be available to help- he was up late at the party last night and up early to hunt, so he's going to be sleeping all day I presume. I am proud of myself though. A year earlier if this had happened I'd be wanting to die right about now. I'd be having a complete mental breakdown about it. I don't think I'd have survived the car ride, and the coffee disaster would have sent me to tears as well. I've got to say, there's no shame in taking care of your mental health and taking your antidepressants. I've never dealt so well. There was no yelling from me, no snapping and nothing I regret saying or doing this morning. Is this how "normal" people function?? Is this what it's like to not be depressed? Because holy fuck, where has Zoloft been all my life?! I want to be proud of myself but like... this is what normal aught to be. Ain't nothing special. But I finally achieved normal. And that's something.

I just had the most horrendous night and I've never felt more content. Laying in bed typing this while cuddling my baby, I'm able to clearly comprehend that a couple unfortunate events and very tired kids aught not ruin my day, and even though I'm really tired and sleepy I'm looking forward to hanging out at home today and playing with the kids. I'm... so happy y'all.

Go take your meds. 💜

[bemineunderthestars]

For that describe your so thing. Yeah do them all for both. Mwahahahaha remember when you did these all the time on your other blog? YOU ASKED FOR IT BITCH

I fucking hate you you actual cunt berry 😂. You will not get away with this!

1) Describe them in 3 wordsGustav: Intelligent, lovable, sweet Boyfriend: Fashionable, amazing, bitch




2) Their favourite style of clothingTHEY DONT HAVE STYLE PFT LOL 😂




3) What mannerisms do they have?Gustav: Always has his legs crossed when he’s sitting, he crosses his arms when he’s sitting or standing like seriously they’re always crossed.

Boyfriend: He has this super annoying habit of tapping his fingers on any hard service he touches.

Listen I’m not to sure those are mannerisms so if they’re not don’t sue me I hate English.




4) Do they play an instrument?Gustav does. Boyfriend does not because he has not a single musical bone in his body if he tries to sing it sounds like a damn cat being run over.




5) How did you meet/become introduced to them?Gustav: My mom and his mom were friends and worked together when we were itty bitties and she told his mom to bring him over one day to play with me and my brother but we ended up ignoring my brother the entire time and hanging with each other and that was 18 years ago look where the fuck we are now.

Boyfriend: I met him when I used to do in ring wrestling training before another wrestler put me out for life but we didn’t talk much until we ran into each other at a party of a mutual friend and that’s when we started talking then I brought him over as friends and then the three of us got together.




6) Favourite thing they’ve ever said/texted/messaged?Gustav: it’s actually a song he wrote for moi.

Boyfriend: “Your eyes look like chocolate I wish to eat them I love chocolate I love your eyes” idk why I always think of that and no he was not sober I asked him the next day if he remembered saying that and he didn’t and I told him and he said “I stand by my drunk words”.




7) What do you like doing with them?Everything I can. With both of them. Sometimes it’s just two of us or the two of them alone and I’m content as fuck with that. I love theeeeem.




8) Their favourite color?Gustav: Red Boyfriend: Light blue.




9) Do they keep up to date on pop culture?Gustav doesn’t but boyfriend does. He kinda has no choice he has to for his job. Gustav could literally not give one single shit about what goes on in Hollywood or fame loves of anyone.




10) Sweetest thing they’ve done for you?Gustav: Honestly I think just the fact he’s helped me through a fuck ton of shit in life and even when I didn’t want anything to do with anyone, not even my brother, and was very suicidal and in deep depression he didn’t give up on me and kept helping me get better in life and he still does that.

Boyfriend: He likes to take me out and show me off and he ALWAYS compliments me but he’ll still be there for me as well and I love it. He doesn’t do it in a “my boyfriend is better than yours” kind of way but more like “Look at this man. I love this man. He’s amazing” kind of way. I live.




11) Have you dreamed about them?Many times.




12) Have they dreamed about you? (if you know)They always tell me if they do so yes




13) Can they dance?
Gustav can’t but boyfriend can though Gustav is better than I am. I am but a wiggly worm.

14) What does hugging them feel like?Home.




15) Your favourite thing about them?Gustav: His passion for what he does in life. The way he always takes care of those around him.

Boyfriend: His humor and his way of life.




16) Their favourite thing about you?I DONT KNOW 😱. I mean I’m sure they’ve told me but I have self depleting personality issues so I probably ignored it or forgot about it or don’t believe them.




17) Best memory of you together?Gustav: Our wedding night.

Boyfriend: HE. PUSHED. ME. OFF. A. CLIFF. IN. MEXICO. But I forgive him because if he never did that I wouldn’t have done it myself. It’s funny as hell now that I look back on it.




18) What are they like when they’re tired?Gustav: Doesn’t really have much of a way when he’s tired he’s one of those assholes that falls asleep as soon as they’re tired and hit the pillow.

Boyfriend: He gets all squinty eyed and his speech gets this weird tone to it but it’s really cute and he fights it a lot to oh my god.




19) Could you imagine growing old together with them?Uh duh.




20) Could they imagine growing old together with you?THEY BETTER.




21) What would an ideal date with them be?I don’t have one. I just like being with them so any date they take me on in content with.




22) Are they competitive?Nope.




23) What do you do together?A lot of stuff. Me and Gustav like to go hiking together and be in nature, except camp I will not camp unless it’s a luxury RV/cabin with wifi cable and running water.

Boyfriend and me like to go to indie wrestling shows and shit like that they’re really fucking fun. Though sometimes I get super depressed because I miss it so much but it’s still fun either way.




24) Which smells remind you of them?Gustav: Wood.

Boyfriend: Elote. Don’t ask.




25) Do they remind you of any music?Not really no.




26) Could you tell them your biggest secret?They both know my biggest secrets




27) Could they tell you their biggest secret?Yup I know both of theirs.




28) How do you greet each other?Usually with a kiss.




29) What makes you blush that they do?A lot of things tbh.




30) What makes them blush that you do?A lot of things.




31) Would you say you love them?Fucking duh




32) Would they say they love you?THEY BETTER OR ELSE.