#fuckin' trash ass bitches

[stevethehairington]

THERE WAS ANOTHER FUCKING MOTH ANOTHER FUCKING MOTH A N O T H E R F U C K I N G M O T H ANOTHER FUCKING MOTH I CANT DO THIS I CANT DO THIS I CANT DOOO THISSSS

#my ass got smart this time and got the fuckin RAID #i totally forgot i had it #but i killed this bitch ass moth dead in like 3 minutes with that raid #raid my beloved #BUT WHAT THE FUCK WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS ONE COME FROM #i hate it bc i literally had an awful feeling when i walked into my kitchen tonight #i was like ooh its around the same time this happened last night i dont feel good about this #and i went to my fridge to get something #and i saw something on top of my fridge like hidden between a basket and a bag of trash bags #and i was like fuck i dont remember that being there #and i was like could be a roach #and then i lightly moved the basket and it fucking FLEW AT ME #AND I WAS LIKE NOPE NOT A FUCKIN ROACH THATS A MOTH #so i tied my hair up put on some shoes and a coat for protection lol put on my yellow rubber gloves grabbed my swiffer wet jet and the raid #sprayed that fucker and it went NUTS it was SO PISSED but i didnt care i sprayed it again and it flew towards the rest of my apartment #and i was like NOT TODAY BITCH and sprayed it til it went down. then i stepped on it (w a shoe ofc) for good measure #then took the trash out bc fuck if im letting it sit in my apartment dead or not im not gonna wait for the day zombie moths become a thing #then i scrubbed the floor #needless to say im fucking SCARRED #i cannot go into my kitchen without walking slowly and looking everywhere for bugs i hate it i hate it i hate it

[thebeanwoman]

Just got to that scene in grown ups where jazz spits her gum in Zoey's drink and like I would've been throwing hands.

#like bitch what??? #trashing me in my own house??? #get the fuck out #like i woulda started clawing that bitch #the bridge is burned now #we cant EVER be friends again if thats how you act #crazy ass mf #especially if you fuckin with my food #i woulda knocked her ass out with the cup #rip out her damn weave #grown ups

[trashmouth-richie]

the way that steve and eddie fuck you, are not the same

bf!steve is an all missionary man.

threading your fingers with his as he lays chest to chest with you, kissing you sweet and delicate along the column of your throat, even though his monster cock is splitting you open, he nearly comes when your eyebrows pull together and your breathing is hot. when you cry out for him? He’s a total mess.

His breeding kink taking over fully as he hikes one of your legs up into the crook of his elbow, “mm shit, doing so good for me honey,”

“you’d look so fuckin’ pretty with my baby in your belly,” he’d moan, the infamous lock of hair hanging rogue in his face as he bites his lip, “that’s what you want, huh?”

he was obsessed with the idea of it. a family of his own to love and dote on. he knew you’d be the perfect wife and mother some day.

so what if that day came sooner rather than later?

bf!eddie is all mouth

all mouth in a way that you could barely catch your breath between kisses and heated gasps. it didn’t matter what position you were pretzeled into— his mouth never left your skin.

he devoured you in a way that left prominent wine colored hickeys all over your skin, love bites allover your thighs. he’d moan into your neck , drunk on the fact that you chose him, the freak of Hawkins high.

he’d spill I love you baby each time your body bent further into him.

he loved you in a way that stung your spine and buzzed your brain.

he’d eat you out for hours having you come again and again, lapping at your puffy clit and slick cunt whispering how perfect your body was how you were his girl, his angel, his everything.

finishing the love making by washing your hair in the shower, ordering take out and brushing your hair.

king!steve fucked for him not you.

he never called you a whore, he never called you anything. you were an empty hole for him— and you praised him, loved the feeling of him splitting you wide open. he’d mutter under his breath about how tight your little pussy is and how it was his, right?

of course it was.

you mewled for him and it only stretched his ego wider, threatening to burst with such cockiness you were sure he’d combust.

he came before you did, not really caring if you would or not, no effort put into it on his part.

he’d toss the condom into the trash and zip up his jeans, fixing his hair in the mirror and calling you by the wrong name before he’d slink back to the party

kissing another girl on the mouth and squeezing her ass, another easy target.

mean!eddie fucked with anger

the rumors were true, he was hung like a horse and knew how to use it. he pulled noises from you that would shake his trailer walls, screaming his name as he pounded into you deeper and deeper.

he didn’t use pet names, you were simply his whore, a bitch a slut.

you’d leave with finger shaped bruises on your hips from him driving you down onto his cock when you rode him in reverse, his thick veiny cock bruising your g spot.

your head ached from his fist in your hair as he took you from behind with your ass in the air and your knees carpet burned from the shitty couch.

hand prints on each ass cheek, lips bit and swollen after choking on his length til you nearly passed out, and he mistakenly awarded you with a kiss but bit your lip to show he didn’t mean it.

you’d be covered in sweat when he was done, your legs shaky with the sweet high of too many orgasms.

He didn’t wear condoms, just tossed you the morning after pill he kept in bulk in his dresser and made you take in front of him.

“don’t want you tryin’ to trap me.” he’d goad and when you giggled and rolled your eyes, his would turn black as he shoved the water bottle into your hand, making you stick out your tongue and show him that the small white pill was gone.

“Good girl”

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve x fem!reader #eddie smut #Eddie Munson smut #steve harrington imagine #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson imagine

[iamasaddie]

Congratulations, bestie! 💕 This is only the beginning. You are SO talented, one of my fave people on tumblr. I would like to request. . .

Joel Miller vaginally double-penetrating you with a dildo and degrading you for it 😇

Thank you! Love you so much! 🖤🖤🥹🥹

My love, my dark queen, thank you so much! You have no idea what an inspiration you are to me! Your creativity astonishes me every fucking day, and I'm here for it!

Now, I said I was gonna do 500-words drabbles. I know I did. But I'm a clown, and something happened with my brain. I hope you find this little thing enjoyable. Because I sure as fuck had a lot of fun writing it!

he hurt me but it felt like true love

paring: dark-ish!Joel x f!afab!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 1,5k~ warnings: ER; PWP (for real, no plot at all); erotic humiliation; double vaginal penetration; sex toy; emotionally estranged Joel; kinda toxic Joel?; explicit sexual content; degradation/praise; unsafe PinV; pussy slapping (barely); dirty talk; anal scare; no use of y/n. let me know if I missed anything. dedicated to @toxicanonymity MY MASTERLIST (I will eventually create a separate link for all the celebration fics!)

"You didn't actually think I won’t find it, did ya?"  

You've been wet for at least an hour now. When Joel came up to you in the kitchen with his unusual, deceivingly sweet nothings, rubbing your lower back and whispering how much he missed you, you were stupid enough to stay clueless. Joel was not the soft kind. Joel was not the "kiss you out of nowhere" type. And he definitely wasn't the "I missed you today type". He was the "missed this fuckin' pussy' while lightly slapping your quickly dampening crotch" type, and you were okay with that. So why his sudden softness didn't raise alarms inside you right away you didn't know. Now, as he is standing between your parted thighs, buried to the hilt inside your ever-so-welcoming heat, and swaying the rubber dick you've kept hidden in your bedside table, everything clicks. Judging by the look on his face you know you're fucked. Big times.

"I guess, if my cock's not enough for a slut like you, I might just use it. Maybe then you’ll stop bitching so much."

Without as much as waiting for you to come up with some kind of response, he continues pounding into you, his thrust harder than ever. His hand tightens around the black rubber of the fake dick and for a second you're mesmerized by how easily his large hand fully envelops the sizable girth. You're quickly brought to reality when Joel presses the head of the dildo into your asshole. You start sweating, and at the moment it is not at all from excitement. You know Joel, you remember him whispering how much he wanted to fuck your other hole, but it never came to that. The thought terrified you more than thrilled, and today wasn't the exception. But Joel looked angry, he looked like he might just…

"No, no, please, Joel, not my ass," you trashed your head from side to side, trying to push him off you but he held you down too hard.

"What?"

Admittedly, 'no' wasn't a word that sounded in your bedroom often. You were ready to give all of yourself to him, however he wanted. Your response to his desires was almost Pavlovian: whatever he wants - he gets, and you thank him for that. So when the syllable slips from your lips, you don't know if he's more angry or dumbfounded. 

"Please," you continue to beg, knowing full well that was his Achilles' heel. Joel loved seeing you ruined, and begging for release, for a break, didn't matter. Your voice is shaking and the tears streaming down your cheeks are not an act you can put on sometimes to give Joel what the demon inside him craves. "Not my ass."

His pounding is relentless, you know you'll have bruises on the inside of your thighs from his hip bones hitting your skin so roughly. When he slaps your thigh and bares his teeth, you kind of already know that you've won. 

"Do you fucking think you call the shots here, doll?"

"No-oo," your voice trembles, but this time not from fear, because he's already easing the pressure of the fake dick from your tight ring of muscles but not removing it completely. "I don't, I," you whisper, shaking your head, "I beg… just… please."

Joel is smiling, and no matter how maniacal it looks, your insides flutter. He is the most handsome man you've ever seen. 

"Think your cunt is greedy enough to take two cocks?"

And the fear's back tenfold. You can't even fathom the idea of having two cocks inside you if they were regular-sized, and Joel... Well, he was huge, to say the least. It took you a week of abstinence after you first fucked him - or, rather, he fucked the shit out of you - to not feel like you'd been torn apart. You grew accustomed to him with time, the feeling of him on top of you, or pounding into you from behind, weighed out the discomfort that you grew to love. But what he suggests now, you don't think it'll work.

"What?" By the look on his face, you already know there's no way he's gonna fall for you begging again.

"If I'm not putting it in your ass, you better beg me prettily to put it in your cunt. Or," the unsaid rest of the sentence speaks for itself when he pushes into the tight entrance of your ass but it doesn't give because of how hard you clench it. Your choices are quite slim when you weigh the options.

"Please, please, Sir, put it in my pussy. I want it so bad. I want you to fuck me with your cock and the toy, please."

He huffs a laugh at the stream of pleadings leaving your breathless body, finally bringing the toy away from your asshole and inspecting it. 

"I guess both of those cocks are mine now."

You play along, because you know, the more obedient you are, the less he'll want to hurt you. "Please, stuff me full of your cocks, I need them in my pussy."

His sigh is heavy like he's tired of you, but by now you know him too well to see through the bullshit. He's excited, more than he's been in a while.

"What a greedy fucking cunt, can’t believe you ask for two cocks in your hole when you could barely take mine alone."

You nod fervently and spread your legs further when he all but throws the dick in your face. "Suck on this for a while, I'm tired of your whinin’."

With trembling hands that you barely unclasped from the sheets you'd been grabbing too long and too tight, you bring the toy to your mouth and get to work. He doesn't even look at you as you slurp and spit on the rubber, the obscene sounds are just background noise.

He brings one of his fingers to your entrance that's already stretched on his dick and pushes in with methodical movements, after a few pumps he hums in approval and squeezes a second one into your pussy.

You squeeze around him and bite down the rubber dick in your mouth, because you're overwhelmed with gratitude for him actually taking time to stretch you out, but at the same time because you feel like you might snap any second.

Joel slaps your clit with the palm of his free hand and stares into your eyes, a warning in his voice. "Fucking relax that cunt. You wanna be a greedy bitch, you gotta act accordingly."

For a fleeting second, he circles his thumb over your clit, and even if your brain couldn't make you, the sting of pleasure forces your body to relax, that’s when he pushes his third finger in and starts thrusting with abandon.

"That’s it, little slut, now we're talking." 

The sheer pressure, the amount of him inside you is hard to comprehend. You feel like you have a fever, you sweat profusely and you don't know if you want to cry, scream and push him away with zero strength that was left in your body, or beg for him to continue. You don't have the time to figure it out, your body taking over your mind when a string inside snaps and you cum all over him. Your pussy spasms at first, and you know it's painful for him because he hisses and takes his fingers out, but you don't own your body anymore. You can't do anything about it. You don't even exist. After the twitching of your cunt around his still very hard cock subsides, you feel euphoria. Like you're a puddle, not even a liquid state, but a gas. The cock falls out of your mouth, and it's coated in saliva, bite marks visible on the silicone head.

Joel stretches as far as he can without separating from you and snickers. "Fuckin' glad that wasn't my cock in your mouth."

You're delirious when he lines up the dildo to your stuffed, drenched hole. As he slowly pushes in, the scream rips from your chest, and you tear the side of your lip with its intensity. You're overstimulated and trembling, you feel your legs start to shake and get numb. The fullness inside you is soul-stirring, it almost feels like you're being torn apart and put together into a better version of yourself. Stronger, more desirable. It's a heady feeling, you're afraid of it. Afraid of never feeling it again.

"Good job, looking like a proper fucking slut, baby." His praise is sick and foul, and it makes you feel like you're worthy of fucking Gods. "Fucks sake, you're so stretched, my cock'd fall right out of ya whore pussy if I took that toy out, wouldn't it?" He tries to push the cock in at the same time as the dildo, so the emptiness when he leaves changes to the dizzying feeling of fullness when he pushes back in. The tell-tale feeling of tightness enslaves your body and once again you can't help it when your body is constricting without your volition, warning you about the upcoming burst.

The tears run down your face and you taste their saltiness on your tongue, you almost drown in it.

"Don't fucking cry." Joel's enraptured by your body, by your strength, but he'll never tell you that. "You asked for it yourself, now be a good slut and cum on my dicks, come on."

When your release gushes out of you, you fail to tell Joel that for the first time with him, you actually cried tears of divine happiness.

#i am not a saddie #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel x reader #iamasaddie fic #dark smut #dark!joel smut

[adamsfavoritesinner]

Adam x PantyAnarchy!reader

Summery: reader is a angel who got sent to hell. They goes to redeem themselves but still keeping their angelic featured(halo,wings)their personality is far from that of "angelic". They are best friends with Adam but Adam wants to be more then JUST friends.

Note before going in.: reader acts like panty but dosent look like her. Reader has no specific looks. Readers angelic outfit is the same as panty's angelic outfit. Their weapons are the same too.

Now. How did you get in this situation?. Well! You just acted like a total bitch. Yea surprising! You expected someone like Adam to be kicked out but NOOOO you were worse! That's favoritism for the first man. It hurted your ego but atleast this wouldn't be so hard...right?.

Now to present time.

You were helping charlie redeem sir pentious. You couldn't care little but you really wanted to be back in heaven so!! YOUR TOLERATING IT. Instead of actually helping you just stood around thinking of heaven and shit. Being stuck in hell sucks ass but it's better then being a fallen angel. You never really told charlie how and why you got into hell. You just showed up at the hotel looking beaten up in your angelic clothing and your halo and wings showed before disappearing only to show when in battle. Charlie came in running to your room opening the door to find you playing around with your angelic weapon. "Y/n y/n I have a question!!!" She yelled excitedly "what's up chika?" You said looking at her with no enthusiasm "how did you get cast out of heaven?? I'm sorry if its personal but I wonder! You don't look like a fallen angel so I was wondering about that-" you quickly shushed her before she could continue"okay char-char lemme just say it before you say anything else. I was cast out of heaven for some fuckin bad behavior whatever that means. The only way I can get back is to help redeem souls! Got it? Got it!" You said turning your weapon back into your undergarments and putting it back on. "Ohh so that's why your here?" "Yea anyways what's the agenda today?" You got up putting on your iconic red dress. "Actually I'm gonna have a meeting with heaven-" "sweett!!! I'm gonna come along just incase" you were excited. Heaven??? Maybe you can convince sera to let you back in. "You don't have to-" "no Ill come along c'mon! I'll just be there to make sure your gonna be okay!!" "Well if your sure then yea!" Charlie left letting you get ready. Well you were ready. You missed heaven badly!. Going into the meeting with Charlie wasn't bad. You expected sera but instead you were confronted by a familiar face. "ADAM???!" Lute looked at you with a shocked expression but waved at you with a smile instead of a stern face. "what?..FUCKING SWEETTITS????" Adam yelled getting out his seat. Charlie looked surprised "wait you two know each other?" "Yea! This asshole is my best friend!!!" Charlie was beaming with excitement. Adam was gonna hug y/n but he remembered he was just a halogram. "Anyways imma just let cha have your meeting char-char" you sat in an empty seat drinking favorite drink. Lute was happy to see an old friend. Though she thought it was a little unfair she was cast out of heaven just for bad behavior with someone like Adam she expected him to be casted out too but I guess it's good to hear and see your okay. Well during the meeting Adam completely trashed on charlie that you couldn't help but chuckle at but you did defend charlie a little. You saw her as a siblings that you cared for alot but sometimes you can't help but laugh when she gets trashed on. When Adam pushed out charlie he kept you inside. "Lute go make sure princess butterfly's and rainbows leaves." Adam said lute nodded and left leaving only you and adam. "So how did the original Dick be in a meeting with a demon? Luci's daughter no less!" You said amused. When you were in heaven you and Adam would trash on sinners. That's how you both became best friends. "Sera made me cause little Miss Sunshine and rainbows kept beggin for one!" He said "so how has down there been?" "Not much pretty boring actually."

You both talked and talked till you had to go.

Another day. Another day trying to redeem a soul

Another day in hell.

Taglist: @yandere-city2 @kelppsstuff

THAT WAS ALOT WOO. ANYWAYS if you want more you guys can pick what happens next!!

Edit:

I made the reader more gender neutral:3

#hazbin adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader

[s-4pphics]

rip, halloweekend! (e.w.)

hi😳 it’s my last week as a student and i felt sad so i wrote fratadjacent!ellie lol. literally just wanted to reminisce on party hookups since they’re over for me </3 

wc;cw: 3.4k mmm, MDNI!!, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL IM VERY BUSY LOL, all ocs r black coded y’all see it, mentions of (faux)blood and vomit like once, alcohol weed it’s a party duh, 21 and tee grizzley promo like pay me, girls kissing🤭, dubcon(every1 is faded af lol), ellie’s sleazy, mentions of orgies and anal? uh oh, ellie’s so cocky <3, dirty talk, fingering, eating out no mcdonalds, spanking ass and tits lol, okie yeah dassit <3 

everyone say thank u to the loml @fandomshitpostingqueen 4 the title :3

Your school always turned up and out for Halloween. 

You and your friends had been complaining about how trash the parties have been for months, but now the streets are littered with people dressed as bare as possible in the freezing cold. They were all shotgunning beers in the middle of the street, blasting trap music through their portable speakers, throwing up everywhere. 

And you were so excited! This was going to be fun. 

You never particularly liked going to frat parties: their houses were never clean, it was always boiling hot in the basement, and the cops almost always showed up to shut the entire place down (only for another party to blow up in the early hours in the morning, and they shut them down, too! Fuckers!). But after your first ever mind-numbing, toe-curling, drunken fuck with… her at the Alpha Sigma Phi house in September last year, you hardly ever stepped foot in clubs again. 

You two weren’t super close even though you fucked on and off, but you were friends with her housemate, Riley, so whenever she invited you over, you would discreetly watch Ellie silently making cereal—high out of her mind—in only her sports bra and gray sweats. You hadn’t seen her since the start of the semester, when she’d dropped off your wobbly, highly intoxicated roommate with after she’d snapped you a hey. ur roomie drank alooottt and is really fucked up rn imma drop her off leave the door unlocked pls lol. 

It was a mystery how they got past your building's security since your roommate could barely hold up her I.D. according to Ellie, but you didn’t press since she seemed in a rush to get back to the party she was at. She quickly laid your friend in her bed before throwing you a quick see ya! before fleeing out the door. You didn’t even have a chance to properly look at her before your own door slammed in your face. 

And now here you are, standing in the frat entry line freezing your ass off in your slutty, glittery angel costume with a cheap, but feathered halo atop your head. Your dress barely passed your thighs, and your white, lace-up heels were getting scuffed on the concrete. You didn’t even want to be an angel, but your friends forced you to match with them with their demands of Were gonna be Charlie’s Angels, bitch I’m not playing!, to which you’d argue, they weren’t actually angels, clown! But after three days of consistent glares and pleading from your googly-eyed group, you gave in. 

“Bro, I’m so fuckin’ excited. I need more shots, I need more shots! —“

“Can you shut the fuck up, you sound crazy,” your good friend, Cleo said to your… feening friend, Evelyn. A gust of Fall wind blew past all of you, and you shivered in unison. 

“It’s too fucking cold for this shit! If y’all would’ve let me down that Svedka bottle, I would be warm as fuck right now!” Evelyn pressed at both of you between chattering teeth. 

“Bitch, you almost peed in these people's kitchen sink the last time you did some stupid shit like that! In front of everyone!” Cleo scolded with a glare, and Evelyn scoffed before turning away to look at the moving line. Your friend then turned her attention to you. 

“You tryna see your girlfriend?” Cleo said to you with a smirk while she hit her dab, and you rolled your eyes so hard, they almost fell out. 

“She’s not my fuckin’ girlfriend, shut up,” you tried to say as convincingly as possible. They both snorted at your attempts, clearly in denial. 

Your friends always made it sound like you were in love with Ellie when she was brought up. You could admit to having a crush on her, sure, but you weren’t always craving her attention. You let her come and go as she pleased, and you did the same. 

Your thoughts were cut off by some drunk, obnoxious asshole screaming at the two of you to pull out your school I.Ds. You all did, and the door immediately pulled open, and you were hit in the face with the bass from the speakers. You all entered, hand in hand, and watched people dance in masks, people making out, people twerking on the counter. And you all were finally warm. 

You moved through the packed, LED lit house to where everyone was dancing, and you and your friends made a small circle in the middle of the crowded floor. Evelyn managed to snag an unopened bottle of Tito’s from the counter and you, and Cleo stared in shock as she downed three large gulps like it was water. You snatched the bottle from her before she could get any more down, only to take three large sips of your own, before turning to Cleo, ushering her to lean her head back so you could pour some in her mouth. 

You felt lighter. 

Thirty minutes passed, and Cleo was throwing it back on you, and you were throwing it back on Evelyn as she clumsily thrusted her hips into your ass, bottle in hand. Your halo was tipping, you were sweating out your press, and your glittery liner was smudging, but you couldn’t give a fuck. 21 was on, and nothing else mattered. 

Until Evelyn stopped, pulling you up to her chest and sloppily whispered that she had to pee. You shook your head as you giggled, pulling a very high Cleo up to guide her to the bathroom by her iced-out wrist.

The line for the bathroom was so fucking long. What the fuck. 

But you and your friends were finally next. Evelyn was leaning back against the wall as she squeezed her legs together, whining out quiet dontpeedontpeedontpee’s to herself with her eyes shut. You shook your head at her. 

However, you all immediately stiffened when you heard a desired squeal of fuck yes, like that! coming from the bathroom. That’s why y’all were standing here for so fucking long?! So somebody could get their nut?! 

Cleo shook her head with a I know you fuckin’ lying before banging her fist on the door. “Bro, hurry the fuck up! We don’t have time for this shit!”

“Hold the fuck on, damn!” and your back straightened at the voice, eyebrows furrowing. Ohh, shit oh fuck! —

And the door swung open, revealing a very flushed Ellie, lips glistening and eyes tinted pink with a black cloak on, Scream mask in hand. She even had fake blood smeared on her face. And a girl in a devil costume hopping off the counter, adjusting the horns on her head. 

You made eye contact with Ellie, and she froze, only to quirk her slit brow at you, slowly gazing at your attire from top to bottom before reconnecting your eyes. You shivered, and she smirked. 

The demon girl snatched Ellie’s wrist to lead her out of the bathroom as Evelyn rushed in, barely shutting the door behind her. You held Ellie’s searing contact as she trailed behind the girl, nodding her head in greeting as she brushed past you, leaving the hallway. You turned towards Cleo, who’d been barricading the door for Evelyn, shaking her head at you with a knowing grin. You let out a quiet fuck you as she busted out laughing. 

Sometime in the night, you all scurried back to the dance for when First Day Out blasted through the speakers. You have zero recollection of what happened after you ran towards the packed dance floor(all your liquor body-slammed you at once!), but your tongue was shoved in Cleo’s mouth as she grinded on Evelyn, holding her by her thigh to pull her closer. She pulled away, licking your bottom lip as you both smiled before your hazy gaze traveled behind Evelyn, locking with the ones you were conflicted about seeing tonight. 

Ellie was smoking by herself, just watching you. You held her stare as you wrapped your arms around Cleo, drunkenly waving your hand to lure her over. She smirked around her blunt before shrugging, shaking her head no. You sent her a pout. 

“Ellie’s over there,” you bent down to talk in Cleo’s ear. 

She hummed in acknowledgment against your neck, “We’ll be alright. Go see her.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, I got her,” She said in reference to a very drunk Evelyn screaming out YOU KNOW I BROUGHT MY KNIFE!

“Text me if anything happens, okay?” You demanded, and she nodded before encouragingly patting your ass. 

You unwrapped yourself from your friend, squeezing through the crowd until you reached a very… calm Ellie. She was leaning back with her head propped up against the wall, doing tricks with every exhale of smoke. You leaned up next to her, shoulder to shoulder. 

Neither of you said anything, but she held her blunt up to your face. You accepted, parting your lips to inhale the smoke as you watched the lit tip shine orange. You pulled away, leaving the remnants of your gloss behind, and breathed in before exhaling away from her. 

You watched as she pulled her phone out, slowly typing something out with one hand as she ripped from the blunt again. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your bra. 

You looked at her suspiciously before pulling it out, unlocking it to open the snap from Ellie.

e: cum upstairs? 

y: 😐

You turned to her and watched her smile before typing. You looked back down at your phone. 

e: lemme give u some imsorry head :(

y: 😐

e: pleek 

y: where

e: upstairs duh 

e: jesses gone 4 the weekend so ye

e: fuckin u in his room lol 

… Who the fuck is Jesse?

You didn’t get an opportunity to respond before you felt her grab your wrist, pulling you into the crowd. You couldn’t help but look up at her frame, loose strands of her ponytail falling out, her dangly earrings, her fucking shoulders, her neck moving every time she looked back to check on you. She looked so fucking good, fuck—

You felt a smack on your ass, and before you could turn to beat the fuck out of whoever it was, you caught your friends giggling at you. Cleo suddenly made her O-face as Evelyn pretended to hit it from the back before they started laughing at you again. You stared blankly at them. 

“Okay?” You heard Ellie say in your ear, lips brushing against yours. You only nodded before turning back to face her. 

You watched as she looked behind you before smiling and looking back down at you with a headshake. She turned and led you towards the staircase. 

She pulled open a door—Jesse’s, you guess— at the end of the hall. It was a bit messy, but you ignored it as she closed the door behind you. 

“Where’s Riley? I haven’t seen her at all,” you said as she looked at you. 

“Dunno.” She replied simply, ripping from her roach. 

“…You got bored quick,” You hoped she knew what you meant. 

“Mhm,” she said as she exhaled before stubbing it out on the dresser. 

And then silence. 

This is awkward. You hoped she would be ripping your halo off by now.  

“You look cute.” 

“You don’t,” you replied sharply. Fuck, yes she does, she always does. 

She snickered at you before kicking her chucks off, “That girl thought I did.” 

You’re going to strangle her. 

“Fuck you.” 

“You’re gonna,” she said as she stepped closer. 

“You’re a slut.” 

“I am,” Another step. She said with a slimy grin. “The dirtiest.” 

You hated how wet that made you. 

“Your friends are funny,” She said with another step, finally in your space as she spoke quietly. “And they’re hot.” 

“I know they are.” 

“Orgy?” She asked with a bright smile.

“Ellie, are we fucking or not? M’feet hurt,” you slurred out, rolling your eyes. 

“You look so good right now,” she said more to herself than to you, it seemed. She’d been so quiet, tone filled with awe. Your face ran hot. 

“Wanna kiss,” She said as she leaned forward. 

You placed a hand on her chest. “‘M not about to kiss you, you were just giving somebody head, like, an hour ago.” 

“So?” She said, grinning wider. 

“The fuck d’you mean so? That’s gross, Ellie.” you said with an agitated tone. 

“Wanna bend you over his dresser,” She said silkily, and it made you clench tight. “Missed you, y’know?” 

You didn’t reply as you looked at her skeptically. She didn’t care, grabbing you by your hips to pull you closer, bodies now flush against each other. She bent down to plant soft kisses on your neck. You would’ve complained, but her mouth felt so good, fuck.

“You wet enough?” She whispered out against your throat before sucking on the wet spot. You threw your arms around her neck, your knees buckling. 

“Gettin’ there, keep kissing me like that,” you breathed out in a shaky whisper. You felt her smile against you before licking over where she sucked. 

You felt her hands travel down to your ass, as she grabbed both cheeks tightly in both hands. You let out a breathy moan at her grip before you felt her slap a cheek, and then the other. 

“Take this shit off,” she whispered out as she hiked your dress over your hips. You pulled it over your head, tossing it near the bed along with your halo. 

“Fuck you, I spent time making this,” you said with a pout as she laughed softly. She grabbed your bare tits in her hands before sucking a nipple into her mouth. You moaned as you peered down to watch her flick it. 

She switched sides, sucking the hardened bud into her mouth while she hummed quietly. Your hips pressed against her.

“Prettiest fuckin’ tits,” She whispered against your breast. “Gonna fuck ‘em one day, I swear to god.” 

You moaned at her promise as you felt her slap your ass again before whispering a get over there, nodding towards the dresser. You scurried over as quickly as your heeled feet could manage, tits bouncing with every step. You leaned back against it with your hands propped up behind you as you watched her pull your halo from your discarded fabric. 

“Gotta keep this on,” she said as she walked over, dangling it between two fingers. “For… affect, and whatnot.” 

“Right.” 

“Mhm,” she said as she carefully placed it on your head. “Turn around.” 

You listened without question, and you were faced with your own reflection. Your wet nipples, your rising and falling chest, your wet thong. And her darkly looming behind you closely, all bloody and grinning. Another gush of wetness in your underwear. 

“You know what I think?” She said into your ear, meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

You hummed out questioningly. 

“We’d make a sexy cam-couple,” She whispered huskily as she licked your ear and you couldn’t stop squirming, pushing back on her as she grinded forward. “I could see it now: ‘slutty Scream murders cute angelic pussy’, we’d get paid so fuckin’ good.” 

“You’re stupid,” you shakily whispered out as she reached around to pull at your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned back against her, one hand reaching behind you to wrap around her neck while the other dug into her jean-covered thigh. 

She slapped your tits as she messily kissed your neck, sucking more bruises into the skin as she moaned against you. You felt one of her hands disappear from your tits, and before you could move to bring it back, you felt it grab the back of your neck to push you down against the dresser, arms falling in front of you in reflex. Your eyes tore open, and you were met with your sloppy-looking reflection. Lip gloss completely gone, eye-makeup smeared, sweated-out press sticking to your forehead(dammit!), and your halo lopsidedly hanging off your head. 

“Uh huh,” she muttered out as she watched you through the mirror, slowly thrusting her hips forward like she was fucking you and fuck, you wanted to fuck so bad. You hated how you instinctively pushed back on her, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Would make a sexy little pornstar.” 

“Fuck, El, ‘m so wet, c’mon, please! —” 

“Gonna baby, just lemme look at you,” she said back, and you whined, pushing back on her again. You wish she had her dick with her! 

“Make me cum, El, pleeease,” you whined out again, and you felt her slam a hot hand on your ass. You cried out as your cheek seared. 

You felt her slowly pull your panties to the side. You lifted your head to watch her through the mirror: her brows pulled down, her lip between her teeth, and she had the audacity to release a glob of spit on your pussy. You felt a gush of wetness leave you as it trailed down your pussy. 

“You’re so nasty,” you slurred out quietly. 

She reconnected your eyes in the mirror, and she grinned cunningly. You felt her free hand come up to run slow, deep circles on your slippery clit, and you moaned out as your eyes fluttered shut. You dropped your chin on the dresser in relief. 

“Cutest fuckin’ pussy, can tell she missed me,” you clenched tighter gushed wetter at her tone, your pussy screaming missed you so much, daddy! You could tell she noticed when she snickered out a small yeah, you did.

And then you felt her slide a finger in. Your jaw dropped as you gasped wetly, and you hated how she immediately found that spot that makes you scream. Your walls were gripping her finger tight tight tight—

“Fuck, angel, gonna gimme this pussy later?” 

“Fuck yes, ‘s yours!” 

“Yeah? Say it again,” and she dug her finger in deeper. 

“‘S your pussy, daddy, make me cum!” 

She gently pushed another finger in and she grinded them into you, barely pulling out. You hadn’t even noticed that the grip she had on your neck disappeared, her other hand reaching around you to massage your clit. You stayed bent over the dresser so she could hit it deeper, and fuck, she made you feel so good!

Your eyes were glued shut as you breathed and moaned out, but you felt her press kisses all over your ass, biting the cheeks. Your eyes fluttered open as she sat up, slowing down her fucking. She met your eyes to ask, “You ever get your ass fucked?” 

You barely reacted at her bluntness due to your hazy mind, but you shook your head no. She nodded as she pouted. She went back to fingering your cunt. 

“Mmh, you can if you w-wanna, when you take me home later, shit—“

“Who said I was takin’ you home? Hm?” She said and you heard the smirk in her voice. She pressed up against that spot harder as she slid another finger in. 

“Fuuuck!—“ 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes, baby, yesyesyes!—“

You watched her drop to her knees and felt her suck your clit in her mouth and your eyes rolled back and it was about to make you cum—

The sloppy noises of her sucking your pussy and the soppy sounds of her fingers inside you made you hotter, and you felt that burning feeling pulling in your gut.

“El, fuck, baby, I’m gonna— “ 

“C’mon angel, get me wet, want it all over my fuckin’ face— “ 

You couldn’t hear all the nasty shit she was muttering on your pussy as she fucked you through your nut, her lips taking your throbbing clit back in your mouth as she massaged that spot inside you. She was eating you like you were paying her for it and fuck you would if she asked. 

“Taste so fuckin’ good, no one tastes this good, what the fuck,” she said dazed. You knew she was watching your pussy twitch as you rode out the aftershocks on your orgasm, slowly fucking her fingers into you. 

You felt her stand up, slowly rubbing your clit as you calmed down, planting gentle, wet kisses onto your back. 

“You good?” She whispered against you, and you nodded against the desk. 

She chuckled gently, massaging your ass in both her hands before pressing a kiss on a cheek, “C’mon, we’re leaving.” 

You barely could catch your breath, “W’na dance, still.” 

“No, you don’t,” she said, licking up your spine. You felt her press her lips to your ear before she whispered. “Text your friends and tell ‘em we’re leaving. ‘M dropping them off so I can fuck this ass.” 

You shuddered. 

And nodded. 

And she cheesed wide. 

see yall inna week or so lol c:

#ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #ellie x you #ellie x reader #black!oc #black!reader #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams au #lesbian #works 𖧧࣪ #fratadjacent!ellie

[winterwump]

Suggestion: cheon taejin x kwak jihan head cannons (general) please! If u have time ❤

General Headcanons for Taejin & Jihan

Here you gooo!!! I’m so surprised that you came to me with a request, but thank you. I’m dangerously in love with Taejin, so to have someone request something with him in it was fun!! ENJOY🤩

❎Cheon Taejin❎

Like most people, Taejin has his set of guilty pleasures. One that immediately came to me is that he loves trash tv. I mean like the over-produced melodramatic dramas that come on in the dead of night. He LOVES that shit💀💀💀

Tbh, I can make a whole list of hygiene Headcanons for this man just cuz I know he smells good, but Imma keep it short🥴:

Taejin is a FIRM believer in the power that good grooming holds. He takes extra extra care of his hair, using high-quality (and prolly overpriced) products. And he always makes it to his regularly scheduled hair appointments to keep the color on point.

I’m pretty sure he’s a bottle blonde, but he's so proud of that so there’s no point in making jokes about it.

Buuuut if you really wanna get on his nerves, just pretend like you can see his roots. That would drive him up a wall😵

For someone who lives in South Korea, Taejin is not a huge fan of foods that have an ass load of garlic in them. He knows that his diet has an impact on his body odor so he has to limit his garlic intake.

Taejin runs hot (I mean just look at him🥵)

 like he’s just one big space heater so he prefers - no he NEEDS to sleep with a fan going. Like, that bitch is up high and there are fuckin gale force winds in the room and he’s KNOCKED OUT like *watch dis* 

He doesn’t look like it but, Taejin is a light-ass sleeper. If it's not humming from his fan, then it needs to either shut up or go to hell💀

✳️Kwak Jihan✳️

He’s never been to an amusement park EVER. He’s always wanted to go to one, but he either doesn't have time or he just forgets to go.

He’s been to one of those fall-time southern fairs so that’s close enough (lol)

Ya’ll, when I tell you that  Jihan is sick of people asking about his eyes - I mean he is SICK of it.

Like 2 or 3 questions about his eyes are manageable, but after the 3rd time, he’s ready to go like the convo gets cut short.

This man is so unaware of how jarring his accent and dialect are. Like, if it's ever brought up when he’s in Seoul, he’ll be so confused “II’m speaking so normally tho💀” (As a Southerner, this is my life)

Despite what his hair looks like, Jihan doesn’t actually style his hair much if not at all. He has a perfect Shake-N-Go growing from his scalp (Lucky bastard lolol)

Oh and the same thing with his eyebrows (Tbh, none of these men do their eyebrows prolly)

He’s a sucker for soup. Soup of all kinds, but meaty soups with light broths are what does him in for real. Example: Dak Gomtang 

I feel like even though he’s young, Jihan watches the news (and by extension all TV) like an old man. I mean this exact picture *dis* 

I think he gets it from Jibeom, who gets it from Jichang, who prolly got it from Bakgu. They all do it and none of them acknowledge it🤣

Oh and the weather channel is his favorite (cuz I said so lol)

Okayy I hope ya'll like this one. I feel as if I misinterpreted the request so take this for now, and I will rewrite this in a shipping context. BYE!!!

#wumpuswrites #lookism #fandom #lookism headcanons #webtoon lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism cheon taejin #lookism kwak jihan #taejin cheon #kwak jihan #lookism shipping #lookism fanfic

[thecountesstribe]

I got a few things to say and this might be a long rant. Spoilers below and please understand that I'm following the show's timeline not the book. There are also some book spoilers as well.

Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Aegon II Targaryen you'll all pay for your crimes!

PSA for all the people that need to hear this, AEMOND TARGARYEN INTENDED TO KILL LUCERYS VELARYON. I REPEAT, AEMOND TARGARYEN INTENDED TO KILL LUCERYS VELARYON. If you think otherwise I need whatever alcohol you're having. He was directly responsible for getting Lucerys killed. He was chasing and antagonizing an inexperienced rider and dragon, on an old war dragon (who apparently likes standing on business) during a storm no less, what did he think was going to happen? “BuT VHaGar" nothing! Yeah that old ass lizard wasn't listening but Arrax in a scared attempt was trying to protect himself and Luke. He stole Vhagar when they were younger, claimed it, got jumped (which was the funniest shit though), beat up his cousins in that same fight and was about to bash in the head of the next heir in line to the throne when his feral little brother cut out his eye. Which he himself said was a fair price so there was no reason to be harbouring that animosity towards his nephew and allowing him to live rent free in his mind. He won in the end; the fight when they were children and the oldest, largest dragon. Aemond is one of the few people directly responsible for the suffering of our sweet girl Helaena and her children. You'll pay for your crimes!! I'm not going to say he kick started the dance he just fast tracked it.

DAEMON TARGARYEN IS AN ABSOLUTE VILE PIECE OF SHIT! Look if you read the books and watched the show you'll know that this man isn't a ray of sunshine or a breath of fresh air, I'm sticking to the show timeline, he's an absolute ass. Good father and semi decent husband aside (the bar and standard for both those claims are in the 1000th level of purgatory btw) he's a vile piece of shit. Sure it's just Daemon doing demon Daemon things anyway but BLOOD AND CHEESE? BLOOD AND FUCKIN CHEESE?!!! And the one that has to suffer for it is Helaena and those babies? Go after Aemond and euthanize him, not after Helaena and her kids. He's trash. He knew they didn't deserve that.

Alicent Hightower is a bitter hating ass bitch. I'm not sorry. Otto raising her aside, she needs to pay for her crimes. Alicent knew good and damn well that Viserys didn't want Aegon on the throne. So what did she do? Help her father usurp the throne. It was a fickle reason for her usurping the throne too. Realistically speaking that wasn't to protect her children. She just hated Rhaenyra and couldn't stand the fact that she was to be crowned. Not accepting the marriage proposal between Jace and Helaena because she was bitter was dumb as hell too. Putting her disappointment of a son on that throne, who is also a rapist was/is bound to end in shambles. She's also directly responsible for Helaena suffering as well. Marrying that poor girl to him even if it would've made her his queen.

Otto Hightower is a bum. He's a manipulative piece of shit and he deserves the absolute worst. Why would he do that to Alicent? She got stuck with the asshole for a dad and he suffered his daughter which in turn suffered his granddaughter and her children. For all his cunning and brains he didn't have the merit to do it on his own. So he unwillingly involved his daughter to put a green on the throne and they chose the worst of the worst green too. He orchestrated their own downfall. He'll pay.

I don't even want to give that bum a spare thought but AEGON II TARGARYEN IS FILTH. There isn't anymore to say. He wasn't a good husband, certainly not the father of the year, he isn't a good king and he's also a rapist. He knew he wasn't supposed to be on that throne. He said it himself. Instead of growing a backbone and standing up to his mother and her entourage, he decided to play a major role in usurping Rhaenyra's birthright. Which was reaffirmed again and again and again. He's responsible for his suffering and the suffering of Helaena and his children, the ones he claimed and all his other illegitimate ones. Rhaenys should've ended it at his false coronation. He needs to pay.

All in all, Helaena doesn't deserve anything that's going to happen to her and her children. Jace, Lucerys, Rhaena, Baela, Joffrey, Aegon III and Viserys II didn't deserve to get wrapped up in it as well. They were kids. If Alicent wasn't hating so hard and had raised those boys with a shred of decency we could've seen one of the best eras to come out of a Targaryen dynasty and I'm not talking about if Jace did indeed marry Helaena (wouldn't necessarily have been possible either cause book spoiler, Jace and lucerys were already betrothed to the Targaryen twins since they were kids), I'm just talking about all the kids getting along and being friends. I want a slice of life hotd now 😭

#house of the dragon #hotd #king viserys #house of the dragon season 2 #hotd season 2 #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower #aegon ii targaryen #daemon targaryen #helaena targaryen #jacerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers #joffrey velaryon #we could have had it all #team black #team green #I'm blaming that spineless king viserys too #he should've just named daemon his hand #dammit all to hell #fuck the teams those kids deserved better

[macsimagines]

Hello, hello! Could I request Mikey, Mitsuya, and Hakkai and how they'd handle their partner being genuinely upset at them? Like they forgot their anniversary upset?

(Forgetting an anniversary? Hope these guys are ready to grovel...)

Yandere!Mikey

Has no idea what the cold shoulder is about. It's been over a week and you won't even look at him. You've even taken to sleeping in the guest room.

Finally confronts you and then feel like a giant ass. "You know what Mikey? This is bullshit. You stronghold me into this relationship and expect me to treat it like it's the biggest part of my life. But then you can't even remember our anniversary! Why did you want me if you're just going to forget me!?"

The guy is usually pretty stoic but he honestly feels like such a douche. Tries to make up for it, but you're not having it and he just Slightly loses his temper.

Grabs you and forces a kiss onto your lips, "M'sorry, alright? I'm really fuckin', sorry. Now quit throwin' a fit already."

Yandere!Mitsuya

He's a busy man, but he is usually good about these things. He just got caught up with these latest deadlines and now you won't even acknowledge him.

It was your birthday of all things... And you had to spend it alone. "I don't even have any friends Mitsuya. Not since you chased them all off. My parents won't even talk to me because I chose you. You couldn't even be there for my birthday?"

Feels like complete trash. Every word you said is true. He didn't want to isolate you but he just couldn't help but feel like he was loosing you to everyone else in the world...

Makes it up to you big time. You come home one day and the place is covered in roses with a trail leading to the bedroom and boom. There he is on one knee.

"Let me make it up to you. For the rest of our lives?"

Yandere!Hakkai

He'd been giving you rainchecks and bullshit excuses for MONTHS now. Your anniversary was coming up and you made him swear on his sister that he wouldn't forget.

And he didn't he just got stuck. This new designer had taken up so much of his time and kept forcing him to try on more and more clothes for her and he was pretty much trapped.

Thankfully, Yuzuha stepped in and put that bitch on blast for wasting his time and he was dashing out of that studio to you like a bat out of hell.

He was super late but he came home with roses and your gift. "Please, please, please don't hate me." he begged on his knees, "Yuzuha got me the next two weeks off. I got us a reservation at a fancy onsen. Baby, please?"

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere mitsuya #yandere mitsuya takashi #yandere hakkai shiba

[imab4dbitchucantkillme]

I’m not good at analysis or anythin and I’m not like well versed when it comes to fandom shit or anythin like tht. This is honestly the first show I’ve ever been this invested in I usually just watch shit at surface level so fuckin bear with me.

I think it is difficult to really understand tht mindset of bein stuck in sw with wot seems like no way out. U can reach a point where the drugs r hurtin and ur so fucked in the head and u feel so worthless tht ur like ‘ well u know wot this is all my fault anyways and wot does it matter if someone treats me like garbage’

Not correct obviously and really dangerous but it happens. U start takin risks and doin wotever it takes to get wot u need and thn u go home and feel like trash.

Wot u dnt need is sum bleeding heart tryna save u and u also dnt need sumone who’s gonna pander to ur self loathing.

Sometimes u need sumone to be like ‘bitch get ur sexy ass up off the floor. Shit sux but cryin and whinin ain’t gonna change anythin’

Obvs tht dnt work for everyone but it worked for me so 🤷‍♀️

My 2 biggest supports have always done this for me even when I was bein a vile lil coked out bitch and depressed cry bby.

They pulled me up and told me to get my shit together. They joke with me and they know it’s not a crime to be a fucked up addict tht sleeps around for fun and or money. thts not to say they condone bein dangerous cos obvs they dnt.

They helped me get clean by treatin me like an adult and helpin me not fall into a self loathing pit. Sumtimes u really just need someone to joke around with and say ya u do kinda suck sumtimes and ya u make fucked up choices but ur still my fave person and ur still worthy of luv and respect.

Anyways thts my jumbled up takeaway from this shit I dunno if it made sense.

There’s more to it thn even tht but I’m struggling to put words to it. 💋

#tht got v personal and a lil vulnerable #hazbin hotel #hazbin critical #huskerdust #angel dust #hazbin husk

[yikesharringrove]

For your hc pleasure!

billy getting into a huge fight with someone maybe tommy and steve cleaning billys cuts while lecturing him not to fight with people anymore

"I don't know why you're so fuckin' pissy. I definitely won."

Steve rolled his eyes, still wiping gently at Billy's knuckles. They were split, and kept bleeding. The alcohol stung.

"I don't care if you won or not, Billy. I just. I don't like it when you fight. I don't like it when I have to do this for you."

And normally, if it was anyone else, he'd snap. Say I never asked you to clean me up like a baby and maybe even throw a punch.

But, it's Steve. And he knows that when it comes to caring for Billy, Steve wouldn't stop even if Billy begged.

"This was a good one, though. He barely got any hits in." It was true. Tommy was an okay fighter, by Hawkins standards. But Billy has been getting into scraps since he could stand.

He could tell Steve had something more going on in his head, and he kept swiping at Billy's knuckles.

"Spit it out, Man. Come on."

Steve sighed, tossing the alcohol-soaked gauze in the trash, not looking at Billy while he wet another piece.

"I don't like it when you're hurt. Because it just. I think about when you're hurt because of-"

"Neil?"

Steve nodded.

He gets it. Sometimes he gets into these fights just so people don't ask questions about the state of his bruised and banged-up face anytime his dad loses it enough to whack him on the kisser.

"Baby, this time, it was purely Tommy. You know my bullshit tolerance is low on a good day."

Tommy was being an ass.

Probably.

Billy doesn't really remember what happened. His dad had yelled at him over breakfast and Billy wanted to take his anger out on someone that wasn't Steve or Max.

And Tommy's a safe bet, because he's a little bitch that's always being a little bitch.

But, Steve doesn't need to know every single encounter Billy has with his dad. Steve doesn't sleep enough as it is.

Steve pressed a Star Wars themed Band-Aid over one of the still bleeding cuts on Billy's knuckle, and kissed over top of it.

"Just, please. For me. Quit fighting so much." And then he looked at Billy was those huge puppy-dog eyes and Billy's sunk.

"I can try. That's all I can promise."

Steve beamed at him, his knees cracking as he stood up, cleaning up the first aid kit.

"That's all I want."

#yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove

[faetaiity]

Okay, I really loved your rant on your Dark Au with Bat Y/N.

Like sooooo good!!!!

I was wondering (cause hell don't we all) what would happen if Y/N got kidnapped?? Like they could be the turtles S/O or close friend, but what would they do?

Just one day coming back from a mission and seeing the place trashed (mostly readers room) and y/n no we're in sight?

I imagine that it was another rival gang, trying to up their status or smth. Completely oblivious of how their throats will be ripped out soon.

And what each turtles reaction would be? And how they would act when they finally found you all beaten up and blooded?

(bonus points if captures torture. And if Bat Y/N then definitely have ripped wings.)

Sorry if this was a lot, I'm just falling in love with you headcanons, keep ot up! Anyways, have nice day!!💙💙💙

-noodle anon

YEAHHHHHHHHH LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO (Not specifically said is a poly! turtles but is FUCKING IMPLIED) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Four words. All. Hell. Breaks. Loose.

Imagine coming home to see the bat mutant you kidnapped turned S/O is fucking gone.

At first, they thought you just ran away until they saw blood on the floor, and everything trashed

Luckily for them, they put a tracker on you

Finding you in a rival Clan's base is.... startlingly scary

The minute they find out your EXACT location they haul ass in the turtle tank to said location

I feel like, similar to their normal counterparts, they're impulsive, except x100

Aka, they go in guns blazing like a bunch of self-preservation lacking lunatics

The rival clan can't even react properly due to how out-of-nowhere the attack was.

In about 5 minutes the entire clan that was at the base is wiped out

finding you depends on how many floors the building has, so anywhere from immediately to 15 minutes

after finding you, depending on the injuries, they might react differently

Little to no injuries just makes them just untie you and help you get back to the lair, maybe small panic but overall, they calm down quickly

But Major injuries (Like ripped wings, deep wounds, etc)? They start getting pissed off and 'baby' you

It's not even babying, just holding you close and having a verbal rage fit

Mikey's hugging you, crying and laughing manically.

Donnie is fuming and it's a 50/50 that he does or doesn't commit arson

Raph is.... sitting beside you silently looking at your wounds, trying not to explode

Leo is scolding Donnie for not having better security systems, and if he pisses him off enough there WILL be a bomb in the building

Leo ends up carrying you home and is bitching at you for being weak (little fucker can't handle big feelings)

It takes a while but Donnie patches you up, it'll take weeks for everything to heal and after that

get ready.

Self-defense Martial arts such as Brazilian Jiu Jutsu, Muay Thai, Judo, and Karate lessons will happen almost daily

It'll hurt like hell because they're super well trained in these arts, and will NOT hold back

It's just their emotionally constipated/unemotional pissbaby way of caring for you

But for MONTHS if not forever they WILL keep you near them 24/7, you get no fuckin privacy, I'm sorry

They take you everywhere, Missions, Foot clan meetings, To the battle nexus (big mistake if big mama sees your unique coat)

If it's too 'dangerous' one sticks behind (Which they fuckin HATE, but they also hate leaving you alone)

Splinter and (probably) Draxum have blackmail photos of you in any of the turtles' laps napping. no I will not elaborate.

#rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #leo x reader #mikey x reader #raph x reader #donatello #leonardo #michelangelo #raphael

[fruitcoops]

hii if you’re comfortable could you write remus & lily wine-drunk watching reality tv or something? I love their friendship and I think their drunken commentary would be fun

Fic O'Ween Day 7: Spiderweb, for an iconic duo <3 Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW alcohol, drunkenness (in a fun, silly way), reality TV

“There is no way—” Lily gasped. There was the faint sound of someone shifting to get more comfortable on the couch. “Oh, that bitch!”

“Kendra’s going to lose her mind,” came Remus’ reply, more disappointed than anything. “You know, I had such high hopes for them.”

Lily’s answering hiccup made Sirius and James share a look full of stifled snickering. “I didn’t.”

“Knock, knock!” James called, kicking his shoes off in the entrance. “Honey, darling, we’re home!”

“Am I ‘darling’?” Remus asked.

“Always!” Sirius answered as he hung his coat up. “I take it you had a good afternoon?”

A good afternoon, indeed. One wine bottle sat empty on the kitchen countertop, and another wobbled slightly in Lily’s hand as she refilled their glasses. Her hair had come out of the ponytail Sirius remembered from a few hours prior and cascaded down one shoulder—Remus was similarly disheveled, pink-cheeked and missing his hoodie.

He leaned his head back against the couch when Sirius approached, staring up at him with significantly less focus than usual. “Hey,” he said, one hand toying with Sirius’ sleeve. His accent was thicker on his loose tongue, warm and rounded on the vowels. “You’re not gonna cheat on me with a lady in rhinestone glasses, are you?”

“No,” he snorted.

James frowned. “I don’t have rhinestones on my glasses.”

“Hey,” Remus repeated through his laughter. “You’re not gonna cheat on me with Pots and his boring-ass glasses, are you?”

“No promises.” His forehead was warm under Sirius’ lips; not feverish, but pleasantly tipsy. He left a kiss on each cheek and the point of Remus’ nose before moving back to raise a brow at him. “It is six in the afternoon.”

“We waited until four to start,” Lily scoffed. “Who do you take me for?”

“Someone who gets my fiancé into too much trouble.”

Remus tugged on his sleeve. “I bet we could get into some trouble, hmm, baby?”

“Okay, timeout,” James interrupted. “No bench talk in the house.”

Lily pulled her lip between her teeth and whispered something in his ear that made him turn vivid red—she looked far too satisfied when she settled back on the couch and raised her glass to Remus with a wink. “They love it when we talk, Lupin.”

“Amen,” Remus said, though his eyes were still fixed on Sirius. It would have been sultry if he could go more than thirty seconds without hiccupping.

Sirius smoothed his hair back with a chaste kiss to the freckle on his temple. “Time to go home, loup.”

“No,” Remus whined, brows pitching. “Ada just seduced Jason and Kendra’s going to flip shit. And we haven’t finished our wine yet. Oh, and there was a lady in fuckin’—she had these crazy spiderweb tights on, I wanna see what she does.”

“Fishnets,” Lily corrected. Her eyes were half-lidded from the steady comb of James’ fingers through her hair. “She was wearing fishnets. Her name was Krista.”

“Krista.” Remus nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, no, it’s real important. We think she’s hookin’ up with Brandon, but they haven’t said anything.”

“Love Island,” Lily sighed into the rim of her wineglass. “The modern-day gladiator arena.”

“God, you’re so right.”

Sirius glanced to James, whose shoulders were shaking from quiet laughter. Lily and Remus could make fun of them for their terrible decision-making all they liked, but everyone knew who the real problem children were. Honestly, some days he couldn’t understand how people thought he was the troublemaker of the relationship. James had convinced him to ride a shopping cart down a hill more than once, but at least they didn’t day-drink and watch trash TV.

Glass shattered on-screen and all four of them jumped. Remus reached over to whack Lily’s pajama-clad leg. “I told you she’d lose it! I told you!”

“Fuck me, she’s got an arm like Roger Clemens,” James muttered.

“That’s Kendra,” Lily explained with a vague gesture. “She’s been after Jason since, like, the first day, but he’s interested in anything that breathes. He’s the one with the shit haircut.”

Sirius squinted at the screen. “They all have shit haircuts.”

“Well, yeah, but he’s got the really bad one. Red shirt, cargo shorts. Ada—that’s the one with the distress signal glasses, she could flag down the Coast Guard with those things—gave him the time of day and then they lost $10,000.”

“Ten thousand dollars?” James and Sirius chorused.

Sirius looked down at Remus, though his attention was fully back on the show. “How did they lose ten thousand dollars?”

“Made out for five minutes.”

“What?”

“That’s the point of the show,” Lily groaned. “Here, sit. I’ll explain. Jamie, can you turn the hall light off?”

“We should…” Sirius trailed off at the hopeful look on Remus’ face. He was awfully cute and cuddly like this. James had already trotted off to do Lily’s bidding, which meant there was no real reason to rush out. And with Harry at a sleepover with his grandparents, there weren’t any time constraints, either…

Remus made a happy sort of sighing noise when Sirius sat between him and the armrest, then burrowed into his side. They would stay for the lady and her spiderweb tights. That’s it. He refused to spend his evening watching people make poor decisions, no matter how relaxing it was to let his brain tune out while Remus cuddled him. One glance told him James was already hooked—there was no way Sirius was going to let himself fall to the siren song of reality television now. He had to stay strong in the face of adversity.

--

The four of them woke just past 11 pm, cottonmouthed and sore, some ad for collapsible pasta strainers filling the quiet house.

“Oh, Jesus,” Remus mumbled as his back cracked in about six different places.

Lily groaned into James’ shoulder. “Jesus can’t help you now.”

Sirius closed his eyes and prayed for swift deliverance.

#sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #lily evans #lily potter #coops #jily #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #fic o'ween 2022 #noot fest #spiderweb #reality tv #drunkenness #lily and remus friendship

[rhodesrider]

Car Convos and Lollipops

Jey Uso x Black! Fem Reader

NSFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Warning: Degrading Nickname, Car sex, Oral Sex, Squirting

Word Count: 1.2k

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You sat in the lounge room with your switch lite and a dum-dum pop in your mouth relaxing waiting for Jey to get back from the promo. You soon hear voices looking up crunching on the last of the small lollipop it had to be them. The door opens and you see everyone else but Jey. “Hey Romie, where’s JJ?” You ask grabbing another pop and throwing the stick of the previous one away in a mini can by Romans’ chair. “Being a hot head,” Jimmy mumbled plopping in a seat. “He’s in the SUV just blowing off some steam honey,” Roman answered sitting in his seat next. You were worried and paused your game, getting your slides back on and walking past them.

“Damn how many lollipops she ate?” Solo asked as the trash was full of sticks. “Hey, she likes em, leave her alone,” Roman said sighing, Honest was worried about Jey.

You found the truck finally as it was blasting music, yea Jey is in there. You knocked on the door with a certain pattern and gave him a minute. He rolled the window down, his eyes looking puffy. “Baby, can you let me in? I just wanna see how your day was.” You say looking at him smiling. He falls for it each time. He unlocked the door and helped you in letting you straddle him. You kiss his forehead after pulling the lollipop out your mouth finishing off and tossing the stick out the window. “You always eating those.” He mumbled. You giggle and kiss him slowly, breaking the kiss you turn the music down some and look at him. “So what’s going on big daddy?” You ask as you examine his face. “What hasn’t been going on? Roman and my brothers are respecting that fuckin bitch Sami more than me.” He hissed and his breathing fast came back in anger. “Hey hey come on baby, it’s just us.” You remind him and he started to calm down. “Imma be replaced baby…” his voice cracked some.

“Baby I assure you, you’re not. You just have to deal with Sami for now and behave. You see the PPV is soon, you have to help your family show all of the universe you ain’t playin.” You say looking in his eyes. “But Sami-“ “Fuck him. He’s ain’t shit. This is your family. He ain’t apart of this shit. He’s not blood.” He nodded agreeing. “I know you are stressed baby. I was worried. But you have nothing to worry about. You just need to chill.” You say smiling. “Help daddy chill then mamas~” He smirked getting under your shirt and going straight to your tits. “Baby, they gonna be coming soon.” You whined but soon he had your shirt up pulling down your bra admiring your perky nipples. You blush some biting your lip as he started to suck and pull on your sensitive nipples. He took his free hand gripping your ass as you moan a bit loving at the feel of his rough hands all over you.

He grew impatient and whispered in your ear. “Make me feel better bitch. Did I stutter?” He growled low soon reaching into her pants. She bit her lip unbuttoning them for more room. He laid her down on the seat starting a heated makeup session. Toying with your pants finally slid his hand in them and carefully rubbing fingers on your clit. He smirked as he felt what was already wet. “My pussy ready for daddy?” He leaned and whispered in your ear as you moaned out. He rubbed it softly playing with the lips and clit chuckling loving to see you squirm. Soon his phone went off. He rolled his eyes taking his fingers off you and licking them slightly answering the phone. “Yea?… Yea I’ll be right there I’m talking to baby girl….yea gimme 30 minutes.” He hung up quickly throwing his phone in the back and smirking. “Take them off. I’m hungry.” He said as his eyes were filled with lust and need. You didn’t argue and started to slide off your shorts putting them to the side, your pussy glistening some from the natural light barely coming in the truck.

He licked his lips kissing you again then your neck, proceeding to your breast licking and sucking on them some, and your tummy. He put his hand in a firm place to make sure you don’t move and his hot breath was felt against your sensitive wet cunt. “Babygirl. Beg.” He commanded wanting to hear you. “D-daddy please eat me~” You stutter as you were very aroused. He started to devour you not able to wait any longer, his dick throbbing for attention but he can wait, Jey wanted to make sure you were pleasured first. You were the only one that could deal with their temper, his yells, and the only one to calm him down. He makes sure you are to be pleasured first. And that makes him happy.

Pleasure Dom

A dominant who gets sexual gratification from giving his/her partner(s) as many intense orgasms as possible.

You held on to the seat as he continued to devour her pussy, sucking on the clit moaning at the taste of her juices. He could do this all day, but no he had 30 minutes. He slipped fingers in slowly breaking you, you cover your mouth but he quickly moves it away. “Don’t do that bitch. You know I want everyone to hear you. I don’t give a fuck where we are~” He went back down pulling you closer. You drooled arching your back as you were close. He started to speed up the fingering licking and sucking your clit more looking up at you. You squealed some trying to be quiet and Jey moved his fingers getting the seat wet some in the process. You sigh out cuming hard and soon hear someone drinking. Jey trying to make sure you didn’t make much of a mess, drinking your juices. He finished up wiping his mouth wanting to fuck you. “That was new baby.” He smirked. You look away embarrassed. “I’m sorry baby I’ve never-“ he chuckled some. “Don’t be saying sorry for that princess.” He sounded so evil yet he was just horny as fuck. “Come on let’s get your clothes back on right.”

After that, they walked back to the lounge room. “So that was a long conversation,” Roman said smirking. “Yea she gave a lot of good points.” Jey smiled as you were leaning on him trying to look normal. “I’m sorry y’all for how I acted.” He glanced at Sami rolling his eyes. “And I'm sorry Sami. I still don’t like you but I'm sorry.” Sami shrugged. “I’ll take what I can get.” He smiled. You went over to the candy bow got another lollipop and smiled at Jey tossing him one. “Imma head to the house early Yall.” Roman and Jimmy rolled their eyes and Solo smacked his teeth. You waved at them bye knowing it’s gonna be a long night. Jey put the lollipop in his mouth smirking. “You gonna do that squirt shit again for me tonight mamas?” He growled low in his ear making you blush. “If you’re not sure it’s ok, we can work on it,” Jey smirked evilly like taking you to the car.

#wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe smackdown #wwe smut #wwebloodline #jey uso #the usos

[asylumdweller]

summing up my dol charas, next is my main pc, Dell the Shut-In

• only emotions are anxiety and repressed horny

• also tired. so tired

• androgynous, up to interp whether they have a dick or vag

• subby little bottom bitch (affectionate)

• shut themself in their room all day up until bailey put them in debt

• has just a little psychosis. harper is no help about this

• if they were to start a relationship with one of the npcs itd probably be kylar but also has something complicated going on with harper that kylar is not too happy about

• keeps a job doing chalet trash, maaaybe waiting tables, and sometimes office work mostly

• stays several feet away from the church when possible bc they feel like jordan can hear their lustful thoughts about them

• school status is in the fuckin. negatives

• aster gets all of the sexy bullying, dell is around kylar status so they only get impersonal sexual harassment and genuine humiliation/getting their ass beat

• fucking HATES whitney the only dom bone in their body is dedicated to secret angry tear ridden noncon revenge fantasies about them

• is kinda friends with aster, usually patches him up when he pushes himself too far. i could ramble on about how they appear polar opposites but are more similar than someone would think, two sides of the same coin, how their color schemes tie into it and blah blah blah etc etc

• is passive during encounters bc they cant stand being degraded/persecuted

• reclusing again enough leads them into a tf i designed for them but that would probably take a bit to explain and vagueposting about it is cooler

could only muster a small doodle of them..... what are they looking at so horrified like that. you decide

picrew for color reference

#fuckinf finally #dell the shut in #dol pc

[raccoonfallsharder]

Hi! I just wanted to say I've been reading through Window Across the Galaxy - inching forward but reading it - and the way you write Rocket is so damn good. Though maybe I'm biased to hell and back because that is also exactly how I pictured pre-vol. 1 Rocket, haha.

The switching perspectives offer so much. I love how much they are misunderstanding each other.

Your work is inspiring me to want to work on my own wip OC fic. I've only just finished reading chapter 2 but I'm so hooked on Jolie and Rocket's tale. I love all these little snippets we get about her and her career as an artist/appraiser/restorer is so interesting.

A few questions, I know there are a lot of little references to the comics here and there, some I recognize from my own forays into reading those, and when I don't, I look it up because honestly, you add so much flavor and life to the worlds you write that I feel the need to know more. For the stuff that isn't a reference or at least a direct reference (as in a product from a known planet), how do you decide on names and other specifics? I personally long to do that in my writing but struggle with thinking things sound believable.

My other question is do you have any tips for writing Rocket? I know technically he hasn't said anything yet where I am in the story - semantics really, lol - but even through his thought process it sounds so much like him.

friend. sunshine. dewdrop. every time i see a comment or message or ask from you, i get giddy as a six-month-old puppy. you are SO kind and generous and I appreciate your words & support SO much

i’m gonna (try to) answer your questions behind the cut because I am a wordy bitch. also these questions are hard because i don’t often think about HOW my brain works so i will do my best.

but first i wanna say that i am SO excited & honored to have encouraged you to work on your own oc fic! if you end up posting here pleeease tag me ♡ and if not that’s okay too. when i started Window i thought it was going to be just for me and honestly it freed me up to do whatever the fuck i wanted, at my own pace, and that is part of what has kept it fun for me.

K BUCKLE UP THIS IS LENGTHY

so in terms of the shit I just make up (Glortho’s Equation, Spartaxian sugardrops, various fruits and foods and soap and recycling-compressors and other general NONSENSE). this is a layered process.

Almost everything I make up, I try to root in a canonical environment/planet, and I want it to make sense for the characters to HAVE it.

so eg, recycling-compressors came about because, like, they just need a practical way to store or get rid of trash. Are they jettisoning it into space every cycle? Dropping it on a landfill planet? Rocket’s comics-canon disdain for Earth + mentions of intergalactic human lifeform rights policies that Earth doesn’t honor leads me to belief that MOST space-folk embrace more sustainable practices. could be a recycling planet, but i didn’t want them needing to travel there every eight rotations or whatever so i decided having a compressor would allow them to have longer gaps between unloading. but like, you could do ANYTHING. maybe most intergalactic packaging is made from products that can be burnt as a clean universal fuel or something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

similarly i wanted my best raccoon boy to have access to fish. but since he’s a broke-ass bounty hunter 90% of the time, it’s gotta be something inexpensive/accessible (or stealable) - which means it’s probably a cheap export from a planet with a lot of water. Hello, Morag (and the resulting Moraggian moonfish). Sometimes I’ll reference something already canonical in connection to something I fuckin made up just to increase the sense that all these things interplay with each other (zargnut-crusted moonfish sold by a street vendor on conjunction).

Sometimes I do the opposite. I try to imagine what a product from a planet would look like. eg Indigarran beeswax. I thought, what would Indigar export? It’s this gorgeous planet with a cathedral/palace/place of devotion made of glass. if i - an aesthetique lol - had a glass cathedral, I’d want that shit lit up with candles. Can you imagine how gorgeous that would be? Glimmering everywhere. That’s how i spent too much time dreaming up Indigarran beeswax ceremonial candles for a throwaway line somewhere deep in Window I think ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I also figure because of Kree imperialism in this region of the galaxy, a lot of shit is probably Xandaran. Relatedly if it’s a product associated with wealth, I’ll use Xandar or Spartax (also Atraxia but I think I made that planet up lol). I’ll use Asgard occasionally too but less often because it’s supposed to be at the other end of the galaxy. So if I’m referencing a luxury item, it USUALLY comes from one of these places.

For writing Rocket. I think @aliasrocket recently wrote something about this and I agree with like, every flawless thing they said. I listen to a lot of Rocket clips. I try to hear each spoken line in my head in his voice. Some verbs will end in a hard -ing, and some in a soft hanging -in’. I might also use a conjunction (even if it’s not a “usual” conjunction). Sometimes I use something like a liaison in French (I don’t know if there’s a word for it in English, but I basically smush two words together). Moreover, I’ll go back through Rocket’s dialogue on reread and just make sure I don’t go more than like 1-3 sentences without some kind of word-softening. Some examples:

“What’re you laughin’ at me for?”

“Why d’you wanna do that?”

In third-person narration from Rocket’s perspective (non-dialogue) i still try to use these sporadically, but nowhere near as often because I am trying to separate narrative voice from speaking voice just a little.

I also try to consider rocket’s frame of reference for everything from his perspective. What does he know about because he’s seen it? Heard of it? How did he see or hear it? did he learn about it from a fellow prisoner in the Kyln? Someone he did a job for in Conjunction? An alien refugee on earth? Iron Man? Did he steal it? Make it? Buy it? Was it given to him and by whom and why? How trustworthy is his source? How trustworthy does he think they are?

…

OKAY. wow if you made it to the end of this novel you are IMPRESSIVE and I hope it was at least a little helpful. if you have any other questions I will be flattered and happy to answer them and I’ll try to less fuckin wordy. ♡

you are a gem & a blessing & I hope your fanfic-writing brings you JOY

#writing rocket raccoon #worldbuilding #raccoonfallsharder asks #rfh asks #rfh writing advice