#whimsyvixen

[tinalbion]

What's a character you want to write for and what would the sypnosis/summary be?

Oh man, there are a lot of characters I'd like to write for, but I want to maybe say Hannibal? But I am a complete dumbass and cannot write intelligent characters to save my life. I would attempt and fail completely.

[catyo90]

"Mine."

For @whimsyvixen. Enjoy my dear.

Warnings: Smut, Some Violence, Jealousy, Slasher x Reader. Alternate AU. (First Slasher Fic)

"Brahms...what's gotten into you?" you said clinging to Brahms, feeling his lips against your neck, his arms were wrapped tightly around your smaller frame, his body against yours pushing you against the room wall. Your whole being ached for more, it was different but in the best way possible. He spoke in his adult voice.

"Mine..."

You felt him grabbing at your body tearing away what remainder of clothes you had on until you were completely bare while he remained fully clothed as he moved his only slightly to allow him more access to kiss. You grabbed at his arms feeling the muscles flex with every touch you gave him, god only knows how long he was deprived of a woman's touch. Suddenly you saw him looking down at you, you felt him run a hand up your stomach toward your neck where you felt his hand grip slightly as he brought his lips to yours, the kiss was a bit sloppy and rough but it was worth it to hear him moan along with you.

You eyes caught onto the onlooker behind you both. It was Dominic, he was wearing his mask and looked pissed. You could hear the growls from him as he launched himself forward grabbing onto Brahms sweater pulling him away causing you to fall backwards onto the bed. The impact made you remember how you came to be their captive but soon their toy. You had learned all about them and in truth felt sorry for both of them and decided to look after them, but soon the lingering looks from both of them over the next months cause a jealousy to spark between them. One could not stand the sight of you with the other or even the idea of it.

Dominic was holding onto Brahms tightly growling more and more as he looked up through the eyes of the porcelain mask but saw only anger no fear.

"Tonight she is mine, not yours." Dom growled once more as Brahms stood his ground. You sat up in the bed and saw Brahms was getting ready to choke him, you saw Brahms body shake in aggression. It was only when you stood up from the bed and walked between them causing them to stop. The only thing they agreed to, was never to harm you, no matter the situation.

"Dominic let him go..."

Brahms looked down at the younger man and then toward you causing him to walk over and sniff at your hair. He was showing his dominance of you by staying close, the action only caused Dominic to grab your wrist and pulled you closer to him only being stopped by Brahms keeping a tight grip on you as well.

"I want you." Was all he said in a low agitated voice as Brahms stared back at him wishing daggers would appear from the walls and stab him. You saw both of them eyeing the other but it was the touch of your hand on each of theirs that made them bring their attention fully to you.

"You both need to learn to share. Maybe for tonight..."

You gently pulled them toward the bed both of them confined for a moment to the image of you before them. You felt Brahms standing over you from behind kissing your neck as Dominic grabbed your chin after moving his mask to claim your lips. Both of them glanced at each other, you could see the want in their eyes.

They both looked to each other and there was a silent agreement between them as you suddenly were tackled down onto the bed by both of them. They were both losing their mind as their eyes glanced over your naked form, Brahms took your breasts in his hands causing you to moan as you felt Dominic grab at your legs bringing pressure as he brought your hips closer to his.

You gripped onto Brahms arms for support before feeling your legs shake. You suddenly felt your body pulled up by Dominic as he started to breath deeply looking over your body. You kissed at his neck and brought your hands to his tank top, lifting it over his head seeing the very fit body he had with some scars from where he let out the evil in him. His rough hands gripped onto your hips as he brought you closer letting your touch his chest moaning deeply with a growl from your touch. You suddenly felt Dom turn you around bringing a hand to your slit, his fingers entered one by one making you moan out his name, that was until you felt Brahms bring your upper body upward to him where you saw he had released himself from the confines of his sweatpants.

You saw him palming his cock for a moment before bringing one of your hands to wrap around it. You gently started to pump your hand up and down before bringing your lips to the tip. All the while Dom was fingering you faster. Brahms moaned as your mouth slowly wrapped around his girth. He was starting to lose some control as you felt his hands grip into your locks causing you gagged slightly, unprepared for the sudden impact as the cock rammed against you, the girth and length giving you a spitting image of how his cock would drag in and out of you. You moaned out loud as you felt Dom replace his fingers with his lips, the movement form his tongue making you come undone. You were starting to see stars and in truth, the real fun hadn't even started yet.

You could hear Brahms hummed in approval “mmm, good girl”. He shoved himself back inside you, thrusting deeper into your mouth. You gasped at the impact, quickly changing your tune, eagerly bobbing your head around him, not wishing to upset him at all. He gripped your hair, hissing, moving himself in and out of your mouth faster and faster.

As Brahms continued to abuse your throat. You felt Dom behind you, his body pressing against your back; his hand wrapping around to grope at your breast. “Mine” Dom growled in your ear, his fingers tweaking at your nipple. You could feel his hard cock pressing into your lower back, twitching as he pulled soft moans from you. He removed his mask slightly as his lips delicately danced along the back of your neck, biting at your skin causing red marks to show up; his breath sending shivers up your spine.

Dom's hand cupped at your core; feeling your heat pulsating in his palm. Brahms started to thrust deeper and faster into your mouth, his fingers twisting through strands of your hair. Dom's lips met your ear, his breath fanning your lobe; his fingers inching back and forth over your slicked lips. “Are you ours?” He growled, his thumb circling over your clit. You groaned in response, unable to speak against Brahms cock.

Brahms moaned above you as your voice vibrated your mouth; creating a wonderful friction around his sensitive cock. You suddenly felt Dom wrap his hand in the ends of your hair, pulling your head back off Brahms cock. You gulped in a large breath of air, coughing and stuttering as you got your breath back.

Dom's lips moved down to your neck, lightly trailing his tongue against your skin. Brahms looked pissed off at the missed contact on your mouth but he grunted and caved in, kneeling in front of you. Dom brought his attention back to your clit as his thumb worked harder at it; massaging it tenderly. Brahms wrapped his lips around yours, planting hungry kisses against you; muffling your moans.

Both of them keeping you sandwiched between them, kissing and working at each part of your skin, edging you on towards your impending orgasm. The heat under Dom’s fingers grew as lewd squelches accompanied the room; your pussy dripping juices with an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against him into his lap. His cock rubbed up against your ass, twitching and growing.

The sight of Dom's cock against you made Brahms growl, grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to him into another rough kiss and his hand slipping away from your neck down to your breasts taking one in each hand. You felt Dom's cock slapping against your pussy as he slid it back and forth. He rocked himself under you, building up friction. Brahms parted from your lips, his grip became rougher on your breasts as he moved his mask upward a bit to bite onto you nipples.

Dom leaned back, adjusting you forward, your core resting against Brahms lap. His hands cupped under your thighs, sitting you up off the mattress. You saw both of them adjust themselves in front and behind; both slapping their cocks against your pussy. Brahms hand guided your legs apart wider.

You took in a long breath, attempting to relax in the unnerving dark that engulfed the three of you. They grew quiet around you; creating a deafening sound that seemed to last forever. You felt as Dom's cock slid inside you; his soft whimpers giving away his cock’s status. You groaned as his length rubbed against you, your cunt so willing to pull him in. He felt so delicious inside you, stretching you out perfectly as his slid past your spot. He bottomed out, staying still, his tip rubbing against your cervix gently. He thrusted himself into you a few times, allowing you to adjust to his sizeable cock buried inside you.

Suddenly, you felt Brahms grind his cock against your pussy you felt his cock prodding for room as he growled at Dom.

"Brahms! Ahhh."

The sudden feeling of both of their cocks inside of you made your body shudder and your legs spasm. Brahms moaned loudly as Dom feel your wall tighten around him. Brahms slowly built up a rhythm, thrusting up inside you with a steady pace, letting you adjust around his girth. You cried out, your body shaking at the pressure as it built between your legs, clamping around both cocks.

“You’re doing so well” Brahms said sweetly, his hand gripping your chin gently to pull you to look his way. His gentle lips met yours, muffling you as Dom thrusted deeper inside you. You continued to make out with Brahms, letting yourself adjust around both of them; your walls slowly relaxing but the movement from both of them causing you to lose all trace of thoughts.

You gasped as Brahms tried to inch his cock inside you; struggling against the already girthed cock of Dom still inside your walls.

“Fuck, Brahms” you whined, tilting your head back. You gripped your fingers into Brahms arms as he continued to buck into you. You focused on both of them, ignoring the sharp pains as both cocks tried to fill you out, splitting your hole open. Brahms hands lovingly rubbed your thighs, soothing the growing burn that was filling your core. His head rested on your shoulder, cooing your cries; reassuring you it would be okay. You felt him finally slipped himself inside you groaning as he bottomed out. You could feel both boys throbbing inside you, both cocks filling you out in such an intense and painful sensation. “Good” Dom moaned, starting to slide himself out of your walls. Brahms chimed in, groaning at the friction.

Dom adjusted you up, the sudden pop sound of his cock pulling out of your pussy as he started lining himself up with your hole; slowly pushing himself inside your ass. You hissed as he inched himself inside you, the force creating a painful sting behind you. You sat there, groaning, letting both boys fill your holes and adjust around them. Your body shook again, an overwhelming pressure building as they both relentlessly thrusted up into your holes.

You felt Brahms hand glide over your cheek, wiping at a stray tear. “Good. Your being so good” his voice was still and calming; almost reassuring against the pressure of Dom behind you.

Both boys around you began to alternate their movements; one pulling out while the other pulled in and changed over. They built up an even pace, bouncing you up in the air with every thrust as they bottomed out. The air filled with lewd moans, your voice growing sore from the intense sounds coming from you. You wiggled your legs against Brahms as you started to ease around them, the sting easing up. He gently placed your legs on the mattress, allowing you to squat over them; your body still shaking.

Your moans carry on through the room. The three of you stayed put like this, both boys filling your hole so tight, plugging you up. Your legs felt bruised and sore, every thrust and touch creating a painful burn that grew the heat inside you. One of Dom's hands pressed down against your lower stomach, helping you to grow your burning heat.

“Cum?” Dom moaned into your ear, feeling how shaken and weak you were getting. You mumbled an inaudible yes, rocking faster against them.  Finally, you snapped, liquid squirting around the boys as you came; a thick white ring forming at the base of their cocks. Your head went back against Dom's chest, your legs beginning to close as your toes curled into the mattress. Brahms grunted, feeling you tighten; soon cumming into you, his moans covering the volume of your own.

Brahms hand gripped at your waist, pulling you up and off his cock; his seed trickling out of you. You were wrapped into their chests as they switched holes and started to fuck you to their pending orgasms. Dom snapped first, his hand gripping into your ass as he spilled himself inside your pussy; stuttering swears as his body jolted under you. Brahms grabbed at your body as he came down from his high. Your legs wrapped around Dom as you began to rock back against him. His hands gripped into your ass, thrusting deeper into you; his pace beginning to fault. He groaned into you mouth as he reached his high, his body spasming around you, holding you closer to his weakening frame. He parted his lips from you, panting, his breath tickling your forehead as he pulled himself out of you. The mixture of the boys seeds inside your ass and pussy made you weak with arousal; knowing how rough they were fucking you like they did.

You leaned back off Brahms, gasping, falling back onto the mattress behind you. Your head throbbed at the intense high from your previous fucking and orgasm; the room spinning in the dark. Your legs felt sore; the aftermath leaving them weak and shaken.

“You okay?” Brahms asked, his hazel eyes laced with intense worry. You blinked a few times looking up at the boys hovering over you. Dom stood over you too, both concerned but happy.

“Too Rough?” He asked, You shook your head, letting out a shaky sigh

“it was good; really good”. You fluttered your eyes between the two of them, not knowing who to focus on; both their faces swimming with concern over your weak frame.

“Bath?” Dom suggested, jumping from off the bed: reaching towards his pants on the ground. You nodded, unable to say anything more. Brahms hummed as he picked you up, cradling you in his strong arms as you weakly wrapped your own around his neck; Dom was already making a dash for the door. He stopped on his way out, turning to look over at the both of you.

“Bath? Round two?”

[small-sinclair]

Little Lady

Young!Rusty Nail x college fem!reader

Rusty is the same age as reader (think 20-25).

I'll write a part 3 and that's going to be smutty/fluffy. Not profread!

Welcomed readers: @sketchy-rosewitch, @fluffy-little-demon, @poir0t-houck, @waxxl0ver, @crumb, @ninakuli, @whimsyvixen, @roadkillerx, @hope4rain19, @vicl0v3

Part 2 to Little Lady

He drove the through your college a couple times, and every time he saw you.

You would smile, wave, and he would pull over and hop out the cab to see you if he had time or if he didn’t have blood on his hands. Rusty would smile brightly and put out his cigarette so you didn’t smell like it. Someone as beautiful and young like you shouldn’t smell like smoke and dried blood. Mostly, he just liked seeing you, his little lady, and hearing how school was.

At first, he didn’t care about your schooling and your dreams, but he had a change of heart when you showed off your fashion designs in your sketch book one day. And the way you lit up about you passing a hard test? He want to bottle it up and put it in his pocket. Everything from your laughter to your smile made him want you more. But it was the way you said his name when you saw him and he slowed down; so nice and light… Rusty would run every red light to hear you whisper his name. Even on those cold and lonely nights, he hears your voice and sees your eyes in the stars.

When he looks down at the reflection of his victim’s blood, he could see you by his side with your eyes closed.

And you couldn’t help but look forward to seeing the young truck driver. He was always so nice to you, and he would bring you sweet treats from a place he’s been or a sweatshirt. His hands were rough and callous already for being in his young twenties, but you couldn’t help but ache to hold his hand. Whatever was in the glimmer of his eyes and light in his voice, you almost felt at home with him.

When he came to town and drove on the main road pass your class, he came in a different truck. A faded, one-seated, red pickup truck with rust around the rims. The back window had a large crack from the passenger side to the center, and there was a bumper sized dent on the tailgate on the driver side. He was parked on the side of the road as you came out of the building, snow gathering to the side of the walkway.

He was leaning against the side with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Smoke curled around his head like a broken halo as he blew up into the air. When his eyes landed on you, he quickly put the cigarette out with his boot and straightened himself up as if he was about to meet a queen.

“Afternoon, little lady,” he greeted with a big smile. His eyes sparkled in the fading sunlight. “It’s a bit late, ya know? With winter and all, sun goes down.”

You hugged your coat closer and your backpack, that hung from your hip with a star key chain he gave you, came tighter. “There’s supposed to be a winter storm tonight, too,” you hummed. You looked at him up and down. “Where’s your truck?”

He gave a soft grin and chuckled. “Got the next two weeks off, doll.” He looked down the road then back at you. “Decided to visit you for the weekend if that’s okay?”

He earned a little laugh from you as you stepped closer to him. “I don’t mind, Rusty. Besides, I feel better seeing you now; it wasn’t the best day.”

He lifted a brow. “Wanna talk about it?”

“No. Just want to go home, really,” you answered, a tried smile forming on your lips. “I’m tired, Rusty.”

Your defeated voice my his heart ache for a moment. He licked his lips quickly then asked, “Do you want me to drive you home?”

You thought for a moment. How well did you really know him? Sure, he would stop sometimes, pull over, and have you hop in for a drive or to take you to the diner off campus if it was really late. You yeah, he would hang out with you, talk to you, let you sleep on his should when you got sleepy, and listen to your week like you would for him. But he never really told you much about his life. He knows about your family and your golf fish, Larry, but you don’t even know if he has a house or a shed!

You didn’t know if you should let him take you home, but it is getting darker and colder…

You came from your thoughts when a sudden blast of cold wind hits your back. Before you could even bundle up, Rusty took you in his arms and hid your face in his chest as the wind picked up. He lowered his head and closed his eyes as snow hit his body, and he shivered as it went down his shirt. He remembered what his aching arms are for when he shields your from the blast of snow and wind as he tucked your head under his chin. He was cold, yes; but he felt your warmth and smelt your sweet cherry scent in the cold air. You are worth getting cold for.

When the wind died down for a moment, he already made his mind up. “I’m taking you home,” he says in the fabric of your winter hat. “It’s too damn cold for ya ta’walk.” Without you protesting or even thinking about having a say, he pushes you to his truck and got you in.

You slid from the driver side to the passenger side easily as he followed in. He started the engine and turned the heater up. He leaned back in his seat then glanced at you. The light snow in his hair and on his eye lashes made him look like a wolf hunting in the winter. If that’s the case, then you might as well be the rabbit.

As the heat circled the truck, he buckled up, looked both ways, and pulled out into the road. “Wanna get food first before I drop you off?”

You buckled yourself up at the stoplight. “I have food in the slow cooker,” you glanced at him then at the snow coming down. “Bet you hadn’t had a good home meal in a while, huh?”

Rusty’s thumb taped on the wheel in thought. “It’s been a while, yeah,” the truck moved forward, “you don’t mind, do you?”

“It’ll be nice not to eat by myself tonight,” you answered. “Besides, I have beef and noodles cooking. Larry can’t have that.”

“Gotta keep that fish happy,” he answered. “But if we fed him gold fish crackers…”

“Cannibalism.”

He snorted out a laugh. “It’s crackers!”

“In the shape of a fish, Rusty!” You protested, giving him an offended look before laughing to yourself.

The snow flakes were starting to fall fast and grew bigger. Rusty glances at you then the road. His smile was warm and serene. “Whatever you say, doll.”

***********

After a missed turn and a quick stop for gas and soda, he parked in front of your apartment. it wasn't too big, only being three stories tall, but it wasn't too small, either. It was close to campus, but it was still far from your college class rooms.

"I live in the basement," you said, pointed at a window that was ground level. "It's a studio, so it's small."

Rusty shrugged as he closed the car door. "Big enough for two people, right?"

"Big enough for two people plus a fish," you answered. "I live on the quiet side of college. Nothing happens around here besides hearing the train at night."

Rusty closed the door tight and followed you down the five steps to the basement. Across from your apartment was the laundry room; no neighbors to say hello or to bother you. As much as Rusty was glad that he got you all to himself, he didn't like that you were alone when you came back from a long day. Come to think of it, he doesn't remember you telling him about your friends. He only knew that your family was three hours away and hardly visit.

When you opened the door to your apartment, he could help but marvel at your room. You apartment was lit by soft yellow and white Christmas tree lights, giving it a warm feeling, and it was clean. You had a couch with pillows, a little coffee table, and a bookshelf in a corner by the kitchen. To the left, your bed was neatly made with stuffed animals and fluffy pillows, and his sweatshirt you stole laid with your p.j. pants. There was a desk with a photo of your family, and Larry's fish bowl was on the dresser. He had a little castle and a dragon skull in the tank and Larry was a fat fish that swam peacefully and carelessly around. When he looked up, he saw printed pictures of you and him taped to the wall, but one photo of him by his truck was in a little circle frame that said "Bless the 18 Wheeler" at the bottom. When he looked closer, he could make out faded lips on his face; your lips.

He looked back at you as you entered the kitchen and pulled down some bowls and cups. "You didn't have to put me in a frame, y/n."

"I know," you answered as you fixed him a bowl of noodles from your slow cooker. "But I did. You're the first person I see in the morning." You exited the kitchen and placed the bowls on the coffee table. "I think you look cute in that photo, too."

"Cute?" He asked. "I ain't cute."

You rolled your eyes as you patted the seat next to you on the couch for him to join you. "I know, I know. You're a big, strong, tough truck driver."

He hung his jacket on the back of your computer chair then sat next to you. His dark brown plaid he normally wears was warn and still dirty. Rusty took the bowl and started eating. "Don't you forget it," he said with a mouthful of noodles. His eyes rolled back at the taste and he started wolfing down his meal. It's been so long since Rusty had a good meal like this. He's so used to gas station food and microwaved food that he forgot was a home meal tasted like. Best of all, it was made by your hands and love.

You ate with him and felt happy. You and Larry weren't alone tonight during the snow storm. Some was with you to keep you warm for the weekend.

"Are you staying the night?" You asked as you brought him another bowl.

He looked out the window at the big snowflakes and watched how fast they were falling. "You sure? I don't wanna intrude."

"I don't mind. Besides," you nodded at his truck. "You're already snowed in, the motels are probly full with other travelers, and the roads were already covered in black ice when you came down," swallowed a spoonful of noodles. "I feel safer with you here than driving in this weather. I have plenty of blankets and pillows for you to use, too."

Rusty acted like he was thinking, but he already had his mind made up. he was going to stay no matter if you said no or didn't ask. He was going to have you for himself tonight even if you like it or not. This is what he was looking forward to ever since he laid eyes on you, but why did he feel disgusted with himself when he looked at your sweet smile? Why did he feel sick when his lustful desires took over and his mind raced with images of you pinned to the bed, begging him to stop fucking you so rough? His stomach turned when his own actions and sinful wishes took over; he couldn't do that to you. He realizes that now. All he want so do is hold his little lady tonight and keep her warm through the winter storm.

"Alright," he said in a low voice. "I'll stay with you, little lady."

[butterbabyflapjack]

WIP w e d n e s d a y

Thanks for the tag @gaeadene! 💖💕 I've got something filthy cooking~

ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ (ᴊᴏᴇʏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ)

Frank and Joey play with their food.

tagging: @athanasius-symposium-of-writings @shintin @l0sercat @vaya-mernda @guilty-pleasure-writings @languidcryptid @chromeedwardian @flaggermuser @possumteeths @brimbrimbrimbrim @apraxvalith @whimsyvixen

[tallulah477]

Welcome to my Avatar Ficmas Recommendations List!

This list is going to be an accumulation of all the fics I'm going to spotlight during the month of December in honor of @anemonelovesfiction and @shit-i-say-shit-i-think's Avatar Ficmas Event!

This is probably not quite how you both intended the event to be done, but I hope you don't mind how I'm setting this up. I love the idea and I want to take advantage of this opportunity to show some love to the fics/art that made me happy these last few months (especially to those that I just creeped on the first time I read them before I started actually being active 👀)

Each day, I'll make a post highlighting a fic or piece of art that I love (linking the content & creator, of course) as well as write a small blurb of personal notes (which is essentially me just gushing about how great they are lol), and then link those posts to this list.

This list is in no particular order - all these works have my entire heart (and panties in most cases).

Recommendations are below & will be updated daily!

SFW:

It Happened Too Fast by @loaksxhoe

NSFW:

Violet Eyes by @vivid-ink

Special Friends by @pandoraslxna

Ma Neteyam by @wheneclipsefalls

The Mightiest by @makoodles

Neteyam & Flora Blowjob Comic by @oakbuggy

Just A Little Taste by @pandorxxx

Truth or Dare by @blue-slxt

La Oportunidad by @whimsyvixen

Charming Killer by @writing-makes-me-human

Action // Reaction by @sulieykte

Cardigan Series by @teyamsatan

Howling For You by @theblueflower05

[whimsyvixen]

https://www.tumblr.com/whimsyvixen/686834351443525632/would-you-ever-consider-writing-a-slasher-gang?source=share

Now I gotta know which slashers would you pick?? 👀

RZ Michael, Brahms, and Rusty.

[bunnyraptor69]

When u feel down and do your recomsona to feel better

You hago lo q me de la gana,no juzgues

"Who's she sucking their fingers?"

Who knows,i let to your imagination

@whimsyvixen @bontimjim @kryptum-one

[touchedflowers]

When someone you know finds your smut/fanart.

@whimsyvixen @coffeeandbookskeepmealive @pandorxx @justasimps-blog @tiredmamaissy @worldofmunson

[charliedawn]

Hehe.....oh Charlie..haha....remember when I introduced you to bo sinclair....hehe

I found another character that's just like him

His name is Rusty Nails from joyride (you can thank me later)

*cue maniacal laughing*

This art from @whimsyvixen they also write fanfics too! Here's one of rusty

https://www.tumblr.com/whimsyvixen/658616450682126336?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/whimsyvixen/715190207678496768/drunk-on-you?source=share

They have more nsfw art on their Twitter

(I am so nice, I'm also so proud of you for finishing the starwars series!)

Author: "Let me tell you something. Bo Sinclair is a walking red flag, but that smile has my heart. He’s got the looks, the sass and the winning smile. It is unfair how beautiful he is…So no one will ever replace him in my heart."

(Also thank you ! I am so PROUD of finishing something in the history of forever. I usually give up halfway. But I didn’t this time around !)

[fanficsforfun]

A list of great Ghost fanarts (that meets my sky-high standards)

From @morebird this and this, both are SFW and digital art in color. They’re low angle medium long shots. Ghost is wearing full tactical gear, including his balaclava, and has a gun. He’s in a standing position, in one of the artworks he’s looking directly at the viewer and in the other to his right

From @gh0ul02 this one, it’s SFW black and white digital art. Close-up eye level shots, four in one art. Ghost has his balaclava on

From @poreyneel this one, it’s SFW digital art in color. Low angle/eye level medium close up. Ghost has his clothes on, including the balaclava. He’s looking at the viewer

From @cutieesafs this one, it’s SFW black and white pencil art. Close-up eye level shot. Ghost has his balaclava on. He’s looking at his left

From @erubo this one, it’s suggestive (on the line of SFW and NSFW) black and white digital art. Eye level medium long shot. Ghost is taking off the shoe of a gender neutral person and looking at them, both have all of their clothes on

From @madbedlam this one, it’s NSFW black and white digital art. Low angle medium shot. Ghost is wearing nothing but his balaclava and gloves. He’s in a sitting position, leaning back and looking straight at the viewer, one hand on his chest and the other between his legs

From @whimsyvixen this one, it’s NSFW black and white digital art. Low angle medium shot, viewer’s POV. Ghost has all of his clothes on and is wearing the balaclava. He’s holding the thighs of a female person who’s wearing her panties and looking directly at her

[tinalbion]

🩷BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3🩷

My fellow slasher fucker! I love how passionate you are with your stories and strive to be as dedicated as you!

Oh my goodness WHIMSY AHHH no I will cry!

That's seriously so sweet of you to say and honestly WAY too kind. I love and adore your works so much, the writings, the art, it's all beautiful. You, my fellow slasher fucker, are another reason I keep doing what I'm doing. Love you lots, my friend!

[dimwitginger]

I’ve seen some picerw threads on here and I wanted to do my own so here’s mine (the second one is for my friend who LOVES good omens it’s supposed to be Crowley hehe) tag your friends or people you follow like me!! Click on the link to create your own

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[small-sinclair]

Little Lady

Rusty Nail x fem!reader

Haven’t wrote this guy before but I wanna try it :3. It’s based off this.

Contains: I’m going to have Rusty and the reader about the same age (Rusty: 26, reader: 23). In this au, he’s just starting to kill.

Tw: light stocking, mention of murder, blood

Tag: @sketchy-rosewitch, @fluffy-little-demon, @poir0t-houck, @waxxl0ver, @crumb @ninakuli, @whimsyvixen, @roadkillerx

Part 1

When he saw you, he knew he had to have you. He knew that you were meant for him, but he wasn’t a fool. You’re smart, a perfect college girl, while he’s just a low-end truck driver. You don’t want to be anywhere near a drifter, a man that leaves for a few days, leaving you all alone. You wore a cute dress with flowers on it while he wore greased clothes and bloody boots. But when he saw your smile and heard your laughter, something inside his heart skipped.

He drove his truck along the sidewalk and came close to you, but you didn’t seem to mind. You gave him a smile when he called out, “Hey, little lady! Could you direct me to a station?”

“Yeah,” you answer, pointing down the street from your college. “Keep heading down that way and you’ll be close to the interstate. There’s a Love’s there.”

He looked at the road then back at you. He took in the sweet scent of lemon and vanilla, and he felt like he was home. There was something so bright and beautiful about you… he just didn’t know what it was.

“Thank ya kindly, miss.” He rolled up his window and started his way down the road, but his eyes drifts to his side mirrors. He wants to remember you.

************

A week past before he drives by the college again, and he sees you walking back from class. He couldn’t believe you were there. It’s like you were waiting for him… but he wasn’t going to fool himself. He just couldn’t.

Still, Rusty pulls up close to the side and rolled down his window. He admired your soft lavender dress with birds on it. He doesn’t expect you to remember him, but it doesn’t hurt to try. “Hey, little lady!” He calls out, making you jolt.

When you looked up, your eyes lit up and friendly smile formed. “Hey, again!”

“Hate to bother you but,” Rusty looks at the road as he drives slowly next to you, “but do you know a good coffee place?”

You smile and point down the road again. He sees your little charm bracelet shining in the sunlight. “Yeah! Just before you hit the interstate, pass the Love’s, there’s a coffee shop with a green roof.”

“Not Starbucks, right?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. It’s called Luda’s Place!” you look back at him. “Great lemon bread!”

He nods and looks up at the road then back at you. “Okay… thank you, miss!”

“Have a good one!” You called, waving. You watched has his rid jolted with more speed, and you had a smile on your face. You hold your books closer to your chest and smiled. It was nice seeing him again.

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The next week that followed, he saw you again, but a storm was coming from the north. He knew he had to haul fast to beat it, but he couldn’t help but pull up next to you once more. His eyes wondered over you light pink dress with roses sowed neatly. Your hair was put up in a braided bun, and your smile was just as bright as it was before when you saw his truck.

He slowed and pulled next to you. “Hey, little lady,” he says from his truck.

You look up then forward again. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

Rusty shrugs. “I do agree with you on that.” He puts out his cigarette in the ash tray. “Looks like rain.”

“Heard it’s a bad one,” you answer as you walked. “You’re not driving in that, are you?”

He shrugs as he looks in his mirror to see the dark clouds behind the truck. “Have to haul metal parts, darlin’.”

“But do you really?” You asked, lifting your brow. “I saw the radar, and it’s mostly red and purple.”

He scratched his chin in thought. “I guess you’re right.” He looks down. “You know a good place to sleep?”

“Yeah,” you pointed ahead. “Two streets up, turn left. Follow that road and it’ll take you to a motel.”

He tips his hat, but he thinks. “Do you need a lift?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, I’m good, thank you!” You flash a smile. “Hope you drive safe!”

He rolls his window up before starting down the road again. This time, when you wave goodbye, he looks almost sad. Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be walking alone before a storm, but he didn’t want to push his luck farther in fear of freaking you out.

Besides, the whimper from the back of the van caught his attention. His eyes flicker in the mirror to see the man tied and gaged next to his whore of a wife. He smirks then hammers down. He couldn’t wait to play his game with them.

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It goes on like this for 2 months.

Every week, he passes by you, rolling his window down to call for you. You couldn’t help but smile at wave as he slows his semi down. Even if he has someone tied in the cab or a dead body to hide, he always made sure you never saw the blood on his hands or in the scruff of his chin. He learned that you were a fashion design major, so you wear the dresses you made. Not that he minds, of course. He also learned that your graduating soon, and it made him smile.

“Where you thinking’ of going?”

“Somewhere far from here,” you answered, looking up at him with a glimmer in your eyes. “I always wanted to travel.”

He hums as he drives slowly next to you. “I’ve been everywhere, and I’ve never seen anything quite as beautiful as you.”

You blush as you hide your face behind your sketch book. “Bet you say that to every girl.”

He shakes his head as he blew cigarette smoke away. “Nah, just you, little rabbit.” His eyes glanced behind him at the woman, who was tied and gaged, in the cab. She had tears fall from her eyes as the blood dried from her lips. “I best be on my way then.”

You look up at him then at the road. “Be here next week?”

“As always,” he promises. “You just be safe.”

“You, too!”

As he drives off, he makes a plan for himself. He knows what he has to do to get you to come with him.

[tallulah477]

Today I want to bring attention to:

La Oportunidad by @whimsyvixen

Pairing: Recom!Quaritch x Fem!Human!Reader x Recom!Wainfleet

SFW/NSFW: NSFW

Summary: Quaritch and Wainfleet fuck you in the shower stalls.

Personal Notes: For my darker fic lovers! The recoms aren't a huge fave of mine BUT Whimsy sure knows how to write darker smut that makes my panties wet. I know this event is just for Avatar, but if you like dark/fucked up fics like I do, please read her other stuff too cause they're so good (just make sure you read all the warnings). PLUS it comes with art!

Click here to see my entire Ficmas Recommendation List!

[whimsyvixen]

So many men, so little time:

https://www.tumblr.com/whimsyvixen/743866204382429184?source=share

I'll make time, trust me

[bunnyraptor69]

I like this idiot ok!!!

POV: certain forest boy compliment your tail

Knowing that Neteyam know human slang i don't think he talks only about his actual tail🤣😂🤣

@bontimjim @whimsyvixen