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uno-is-suffering · 1 year

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hi twitter migrants *pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic pisses in the hot topic *

#twitter #migration #hellsite #NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE #uno is suffering #personal litmus test to see who's chill or nah #tumblr culture #welcome to tumblr #now stick your fingies in the cage or leave

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abnormallybetrayed · 1 year

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at the end of the day we're all just here in our enclosures like. Looking. at each other. and personally i think that's pretty cool.

#were like the reptile or amphibian room at zoo #like we all have our own little cage but we are Seeing the other little freaks #and that is the beauty of this hellsite #shit post #emrys awards

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jammysammys · 1 year

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person who only goes on tumblr to post about how crazy being on tumblr is: yall i cannot with this hellsite...blorbo horse plinko?

the true blogger: hey guys i figured out another way to bypass the nsfw ban so ill be posting pictures of my dick in a chasity cage later tonight

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frozenlight-gvf · 1 year

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It's a Scream, Baby

summary: (dom!jake x fem!reader) it’s the night before Halloween, and your boyfriend Jake takes inspiration from your favorite scary movie to fulfill a twisted fantasy of yours

word count: 5.8k

warnings: 18+ minors DNI— language, brief talk of murder/killing, masks (obvi), oral sex (m-receiving), bondage (handcuffs), blindfolding, overstimulation, fingering (f-receiving), penetration (f-receiving), period sex and blood kink... starts super fluffy then dissolves into filthy madness and then gets fluffy again

a/n: this resulted from marathoning the scream franchise, having impure thoughts about jacob, and all the blood talk on this hellsite... so enjoy this disgusting smut (also pls listen to gus black’s cover of “don’t fear the reaper”)

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The scent of cinnamon swirled through the air, the essential oil diffuser working diligently to infuse every surface in the house with the cozy spice. Cold rain from a late-night October thunderstorm pattered on the windows. The sky outside was black and plastered with turbulent clouds, but you had never felt more at peace: wearing your favorite Halloween pajamas, you stood on a step ladder hanging up orange and purple fairy lights, casting your face in a colorful, festive glow. Even the screams coming from the shitty horror movie that you had on while you worked couldn't pull you out of your contentment.

The last of the lights had been hung, and you stepped down from the short ladder to admire your work. The living room was now softly illuminated by the stringed lights, the diffuser, and the jack-o-lantern you had carved-- the electric tea light inside flickered warmly; it couldn't replace a real flame, but you couldn't risk burning down the apartment you just started renting with your boyfriend. Not yet, at least.

Satisfied, you dusted off your hands and placed them on your hips. Then, you grabbed the remote that had been haphazardly thrown on the couch, putting a definitive, long overdue stop to the recently-released movie that everyone told you you simply had to watch, that it was the scariest thing they'd ever seen. You had given it an honest try, but once again, your theory that horror peaked pre-2000’s had once again rang true.

Your slippers-- which were covered in cartoon bats, matching the little ghosts on your soft, orange pants-- shuffled on the worn wood floor as you ambled towards the dark kitchen.

You opted not to flip on the lights, enjoying the lingering light leaking in from the living room. The digitized red numbers on the stove read 10:28. You were going to wait until you had company before you started the movie you really wanted to watch, but it seemed that he wasn't going to be home anytime soon.

The spark on the stove ignited a small woosh of flame, your unfocused eyes contemplating the tendrils that curled and licked at the chilled air. You hugged your jacket tighter to your body, trying to thaw the frost from your bones as you scrounged the cabinets for the Jiffy Pop you had bought specifically for tonight.

As you set the pan on the heat, the kernels rattled in their tin foil cage, slowly bursting one by one.

Just like the movie. You smiled, taking comfort in pretending to be in that world even for just a moment.

Suddenly, too much like the movie.

You jumped as the landline rang, rattling against the wall.

Rationally, you had a good chance that there wouldn't be a serial killer on the other end, but after all, Casey Becker had thought the same thing. You felt your heart beat quicker, blood surging through your veins. Scenes of Casey's losing battle with Ghostface flashed through your mind, picturing yourself instead of her with the knife buried in your chest.

Shaking your head, embarrassed at your shaking fingers, you answered timidly, "H-hello?"

"What's your favorite scary movie, pretty girl?"

"Jesus, Jake," you exhaled into the phone, clutching your chest, the voice of your boyfriend bringing you immediate comfort. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Hm, never heard of that one. What's it about?"

"You're hilarious," you said dryly, trying to hide the smile in your voice.

"So..." Jake started, doing his best to mimic Ghostface's rasp over the phone, "You gotta boyfriend?"

"I do, actually, his name is Jake. He's strong and he's handsome and he plays guitar in a famous rock band."

"He sounds perfect."

"He is, except he's not here right now, so I'm all alone and vulnerable," you said, coating the words with theatrical drama, but letting some disappointment slip in under it all. "I might even forget to check if the door is locked."

"Oh, no, well that's not good," he teased, picking up on your bit.

"I hope he comes home soon and saves me before I'm brutally murdered."

His studio session with the band had run really late, leaving you alone on the night before your favorite holiday. It stung, but you kept reminding yourself that it wasn't Jake's fault. And besides, the joy that decorating for Halloween brought you was enough to keep you entertained.

"I'll be home soon, darling. I promise I'll make it up to you," he paused. "Save me some popcorn."

"No promises, angel," you said, shuffling the the aluminum pan, the foil tent gradually rising. "Drive safe, please. Love you."

"Love you most."

You hung up the phone, flicking off the fire when your popcorn was done, slightly mourning its comforting warmth. You settled on the couch, cocooning yourself in a thick blanket, as you cycled through your purchased movies and selected Scream.

***

It was about midnight when you heard keys jangling at the door, briefly startling you as Sidney Prescott finished off Billy Loomis with a shot between the eyes. "Not in my movie," you moved your mouth to quote with her. You heard Jake sigh and set his bags down heavily in the hallway, guitar case clunking against the floor.

He called miserably from the entryway, "Hey, pretty girl, I'm so sorry I'm late, the session was-"

"Don't worry about it," you said, tossing the blanket off of you to stand up and meet him. You pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. The tip of his nose was slightly pink and cold from the chilly October air. "I'm just glad you're here now."

"I know, but it's your favorite holiday," he whined, rubbing his hands up and down your covered arms.

You glanced back at the stove clock in the kitchen. 12:14 AM. "Well, now it is," you smiled weakly.

He hummed, looking down at you. "Happy Halloween, darling." He wrapped his hands around your waist, kissing you deeply as you felt any ire you held up against him melt away into nothing, leaving only fondness. "Mmm," he said, licking his lips once he pulled away, tasting the remnants of the salt from your snack. "Did you save any for me?"

"Nope," you said plainly, biting your bottom lip to hold back a grin. "But feel free to kiss me again if you'd like another taste."

Jake's second kiss was deeper, hungrier. He walked you backwards against the couch as his tongue swiped over your lips, trying to taste more of you. You happily granted him entry, letting him lick into your mouth, the pair of you breathing heavily. His cold fingers brushed the soft hair at the nape of your neck, holding you firmly against him, the sensation causing a tingle to run down your spine. Warmth was blooming in your stomach, and you felt yourself growing damp between your legs as he pushed his knee into those sensitive parts.

"Over the phone," he started, talking against your lips.

"Mhm?" you prompted, pecking him.

"I promised I'd make it up to you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I've got a surprise," he said, kissing you again. "Wait right here."

He disappeared out of sight to the entryway where he had dropped his bags. The absence of him left you shivering. You stood-- slightly breathless-- exactly where he left you, leaning your hips back on the couch, anxious to see what Jake had up his sleeve.

After some rustling, Jake reappeared a few seconds later with an evil little smirk, holding something behind his back.

"What's this?" you giggled, genuinely curious about his behavior.

He coyly quirked an eyebrow. "Close your eyes."

You gave him a questioning look, but he smiled and rolled his eyes a bit, silently asking you to humor him. You sighed and closed your eyes.

"Jake, what is this?" Slightly exasperated, you wished he would just forgo all the games and fuck you.

After a few seconds, Jake spoke, his voice dripping with desire.

"It's a scream, baby."

You opened your eyes to Ghostface standing only a couple feet from you. A gasp shot out of you as you flinched backwards-- completely on instinct. But the fear that coursed through you soon dissolved into pure adrenaline once you cognized that it was Jake under the mask.

"Jake," you breathed, already starting to squirm, "are we finally doing this?"

You could hear him starting to breathe heavily under the mask. With tingling fingers, you reached for the buttons on his navy shirt— he had already done most of the work for you by wearing it sluttily half-open despite the fall weather. You licked your lips, hypnotized by the rise and fall of his smooth, defined chest.

“You wanna play psycho killer?” you quoted, the sound coming low and sultry from your chest. You slid each little pearlescent button from their respective holes on his shirt teasingly slow.

Jake nodded, the distorted white face moving up and down slowly.

You leaned in close to his ear once you had his shirt completely undone. “Can I play the helpless victim?”

Jake nodded once more, sealing your fate.

Arousal flooded your body as he slid off the slouchy zip-up hoodie you had hanging on your shoulders, revealing the dark spots of your hardening nipples under your white tank top. A barely-audibly groan came from under the mask, the rubber and fabric muffling any noise Jake made.

His sly fingers toyed at the sensitive skin right below the waistband of your fleece pants, making you pay for the teasing you had dished out to him earlier. You pushed Jake’s shirt all the way off of him, leaving his torso bare. The orange light in the room cast his skin in a warm, sensual glow. You hummed a sigh, beyond pleased at the situation you found yourself in.

“Living room or bedroom?” you whispered, running your hands up his body, resting them on his chest.

You had yet to christen-- so to speak-- the living room of the new apartment, so a sliver of you was hoping he would take you right there on the couch surrounded by all the festive decorations, but when he nodded his head back towards the bedroom, you knew he had something devilish planned.

Suddenly, he reached down to grab your thighs, scooping you up so your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He was always deceptively strong, making you feel like putty in his arms. You rested your hands around his neck, feeling where the ends of his soft brown hair emerged from the edge of the mask. In this new position, the urge to have his warm lips on yours again grew overwhelming, so you started to lift his mask up from the front, eager to see his pretty face.

Jake quickly slid one hand from his firm hold on your ass and grabbed your wrist roughly, stopping you in your tracks and pulling a surprised whine from your throat. He shook his head slowly, the grotesque face silently chastising you. You felt your core clench against his sturdy abdomen. Tonight was gonna be fun.

***

Jake carried you to the dark bedroom, and you stared into the mask's large black eyes the whole way, unable to see even a sliver of your boyfriend's face. He then tossed you on the mattress, jostling a yelp from you. The storm outside had long passed, and the clouds had parted to reveal the stereotypical Halloween night full moon. Its gray light slotted in through the open blinds, slicing through the blackness of the room. The cold glow lit Jake’s bare chest enticingly, and it made the bright white mask look even more haunting in the semi-darkness.

He crawled on top of you deliciously, leaning down so his head next to yours. “Remember our safe word, pretty girl?” his voice raspy, positively dripping with lust.

You nodded, “Wes Craven.” A smile creeped over your lips.

Jake sat up and nodded, clearly satisfied and ready to begin. Tingles fluttered through your skin; they started in your toes and snaked their way up through your legs, finding their destination at your throbbing heat.

You squirmed, unable to contain your desperation for his touch.

He climbed off of you and kneeled at the edge of the bed, tugging on the ankles of your pants. You lifted your hips so he could pull them off, leaving you in nothing but your panties and your barely-there tank top. You shivered in the cold air, your nipples perking up even more.

The night hadn't even gotten past a PG-13 rating, as Sidney would say, and yet, the tent that had formed in Jake's pants already looked painful. Forgetting your own pleasure, your mouth watered at the idea of taking care of his.

You slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor in front of him, so close you could hear his quickening breath. You tapped the tops of thighs to signal that you want him to stand up. Jake did so slowly, almost unsurely, looking down at you the whole time. With deft fingers, you made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing the rough denim down low on his hips, not having the ability to tease him anymore.

His thick, defined print through his boxers almost made you moan. You ghosted your fingertips along his clothed length, in awe of him. He spasmed hard under your touch, making you gasp in surprise. There was no way he was already this sensitive.

You leaned forward, mouthing him through the cotton, creating a warm wet spot on the fabric. A pained groan sounded from above you, and you looked up to see that Jake had not moved his head the slightest bit, meaning that, under the mask, his eyes were still locked on you; he was taking great pleasure in watching you make a mess of his underwear.

Smirking, you pulled his boxers down, and he sprung free, bobbing appetizingly up and down. You were in disbelief at how hard he was already; Jake always got off on giving you pleasure, not the other way around. Could it be that he was enjoying your fantasy as much as you were?

You took his heavy length in your hand, his skin velvety-soft. Pumping him slowly, you traced the fingers of your other hand over his hipbone, considering your next move.

You decided to do something you'd never done before, just for the fuck of it. You had an urge to reward Jake for fulfilling this fantasy of yours. So, slowing removing your hand from him-- really wanting to make a show of it-- you brought your palm to your lips and spit thickly into it. A string of saliva hung between your mouth and your hand as you resumed stroking his cock, gripping him tighter this time. The muscles in his abdomen visibly flexed, and you could tell Jake was holding back a whimper from the choked noise he was making. He gathered your hair out of your face into his fist at the back of your head.

You knew he wanted to fuck your mouth, but you weren't going to let him just yet. You were going to savor this, assuming it would be your last few moments of being in control for the rest of the night.

You began pumping him faster, the slick of your saliva making the movement sickeningly easy. You rested your free hand on his thigh, feeling his muscles tense and contract repeatedly. As soon as he thrusted his hips into your hand, you broke all contact, making Jake exhale heavily, a whine sneaking in at the end.

Looking up at him and batting your eyes, you stuck your tongue out flat, moving it so that the head of his cock rested on it.

You flicked the tip of your tongue at that sweet spot under the head, and his dick twitched madly. You persisted your kitten licks, knowing that you were slowly swelling up his desire to throw you around and have his fucking way with you.

You wrapped your lips around his throbbing head, swirling your tongue around it and tasting the precum that leaked from it. You purposefully moaned loud and long so that the vibrations went straight into his dick, making him quiver.

Daringly, you pushed your mouth further down his cock, and the fist Jake had wrapped around your hair tightened, slightly pulling your chin upwards. Once your nose was brushing the soft hair at his base, you hollowed out your cheeks, pulling your head back and sucking him hard all the way up his shaft and back down again. His knees almost buckled.

You would have murdered the rest of the town of Woodsboro to see the pleasure splashed out on his face. His cheeks always grew so prettily pink, his lips red and parted, gasping for air.

You shamelessly ground your covered pussy into the floor, aching for friction. Jake noticed this, and he used the leverage he had on your hair to yank you away from him. You whined in protest, but he wasn’t having any of it. The realization sparked in your mind that the reason he stopped you was because you had almost made him cum. Already.

He pointed his finger stiffly to the bed, instructing you to get back on top of the sheets. You did so quickly and obediently while he tugged his pants and boxers all the way down and off, leaving him fully, stunningly naked, save for his silver medallion necklace and the Ghostface mask.

God, you had dreamed about this pretty much since you met the guy at that Halloween party back in college. You were a slutty vampire, and he was, of course, dressed as Ghostface, and you would have bet money that the mask he was wearing tonight was the very same one from all those years ago. The sentiment had almost distracted you from the feeling of his fingers fidgeting with the hem of your tank top. You nodded, thinking he was asking for permission to bare you to him, but he just kept rubbing the seam between pinched fingers. Humming with understanding, you sat up and reached to grasp the fabric where his fingers were. Closing your eyes seductively, you slowly revealed the skin of your torso bit by bit, inch by inch, letting your breasts be the prize you made him wait for.

Pausing in disbelief at the plucky acoustic guitar that had begun to whisper through the room, you swallowed hard as you listened close, praying you were hearing what you thought you were. A breathy, haunting voice began to sing,

"All our times have come,

here but now they're gone..."

The very same voice that serenaded Sidney and Billy in the movie.

Jake was setting his phone down on the bedside table right beside the Bluetooth speaker. You were hazily astonished by how he was able to do that in the time it took for you to take off your top.

“You... are…” you started, unable to hold back the arousal-soaked laugh that shook from you as his knees straddled your upper thighs, “unbelievable.”

He said nothing as he tucked a finger in the waistband of your panties and ripped them off of you, making you gasp at the sudden roughness that punctuated the serene, yet painfully arousing music. He held up the pathetic strands of fabric that your underwear had now become, dangling them so that you got a good look of what he could do to you. You hummed a moan behind closed lips, loving the overt display of dominating masculinity. Tossing the ruined panties aside like the garbage they now were, he touched the pad of his thumb to your bottom lip, pulling it down and prying your jaw open. The action dizzied you with seduction, and you let loose a loud, uninhibited moan, giving him just what he wanted as his fingers dipped into your wetness and brought them up to rub small circles on your clit.

The fire inside you was scorching every crevice, your edges smoldering. You were more than happy to let Jake take you all the way to the edge and over it just with his skilled fingers, which you knew he was more than capable of doing. But that’s clearly not what he had in mind when you felt his weight suddenly absent from the bed. Your eyes lazily blinked open to stare at the ceiling when you heard a drawer open, knowing that there was a whole variety of things he could be grabbing to use on you…

Ghostface reappeared in your field of vision, necklace and hair dangling a foot or two above you.

As well as the strip of black silk and the fuzzy handcuffs he was holding.

You were so overcome with anticipation that your vision went blurry, the back of your head pressing deep into the pillows.

“Wow," you gulped, gasping for air, "you’re really running with the ‘psycho killer’ theme, huh?”

You did your best to hide it, but your voice betrayed exactly how turned on this made you.

Jake nodded tantalizingly.

First came the blindfold. Once the cold silk was tied securely around your eyes, the rest of your senses were instantly enhanced; you felt every fiber of the sheets beneath you, and you could even faintly smell the cinnamon wafting in from the living room.

The handcuffs came next, but not before Jake took both of your hands and pinned them above your head. He closed one of the soft loops around your left wrist, the clicking sound and the almost-too-tightness sending a flood of arousal through you— you were surely soaking the sheets by now.

You heard him thread the free loop through the bars of the headboard and close it around your other wrist, hissing at the sensation. You tested your new range of movement, finding it deliciously limited. Your clit prickled with pleasure, knowing that whatever happened next was out of your control. You'd put up a good fight, but now you were thrilled to just lie down and take what was coming to you.

“Alright, pretty boy,” your voice silky with pleasure. “Do your worst.”

He let you lie untouched for a moment, your need growing rapidly.

Then, his fingers attacked to your hot center, rubbing up and down your folds, collecting the wetness that had gathered.

You whined when his fingers left you once again, starting to regret wanting this. He could tease you and edge you like this for hours.

What hit your ears next had you gushing. There was an obscene slurping sound as Jake sucked your slick off his fingers. The vulgar noise alone caused you to moan loud and long, your hips writhing.

He stilled your movements with a strong arm across your pelvis, pressing you down into the bed as he punished your clit, rubbing harder and faster, his fingers lubricated with his own spit. You felt your legs start to go numb, your chest and face flushing hotly.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Jake still had the mask on even though you couldn’t see it; the only reason he'd have it on now is if he wanted it. But when he finally pushed a finger inside you, a groan escaped him despite his best efforts-- still muffled by the rubber.

When he brushed the pad of his finger against your g-spot, you let out a high-pitched moan. The stimulation was divine, but it wasn't near enough to get you off, which you needed more than you needed oxygen in that moment. You desperately wiggled your hips under his arm, desperate to be more filled. He acquiesced, pushing a second finger inside, stretching you delectably. Jake started to pump in and out, rubbing the pad of his thumb on your throbbing clit.

You were submerged in euphoria when you felt a warm liquid drip down from your pubic bone and into your folds-- Jake had spit on you. Like you were some dirty slut. Fantasizing about being fucked by a masked serial killer? Yeah, you were a filthy whore. And you loved it. Clearly, so did Jake.

A pitiful whine slipped past your lips as Jake picked up the pace, pumping and rubbing faster and harder, the pornographic squelching noise it made had your mind going numb. The blood in your veins had seemed to be replaced by pure liquid pleasure as the feeling of Jake’s fingers on and inside your most sensitive parts shot you ever-closer to your looming peak, threatening a vigorous collapse.

“Jake, please,” you pleaded. “Shit…need more,” you panted. You meant that you wanted his thick cock shoved deep inside you, but he simply kicked up his fingers a notch or two, sending you hurtling straight into the wall of your high, but excruciatingly unable to climb over it.

“Fuck, Jake!” You grappled with your restraints, wanting nothing more than to grab his wrists and pull him away from you. The pleasure was way too much. Pathetically overstimulated, it took you way too long to realize that Jake knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“You’re evil,” you sobbed, tears soaking the black silk over your eyes. Your mind couldn't understand or perceive anything but Jake’s merciless fingers at your cunt, the sensation beyond unbearable.

Just before you thought you were going to explode into fire, leaving nothing but ash and cinders, Jake relented.

Tear-stained and absolutely dripping wet, you were sure you were a sight to behold.

“Fucking bitch,” you spat, trying to catch your breath. It took you a good minute to remember where you where.

You then felt his strong palm come down hard on the side of your hip, sending you right back up into the stars. “Ow, Jesus, Jake!” you shouted, swallowing hard. But you both knew how much you liked being smacked around. His hand soothed the red mark he left.

His thumb gently brushed your cheeks, drying the tears that had flooded beyond the silk covering your eyes.

He grazed his hand from your chin, down your exposed neck, to your collarbone, and down to trace where the swell of your breasts began, obviously reveling in the image of your naked body all tied up and leaking for him. You felt his calloused fingers pinch one of your hard nipples while his free hand kneaded your other breast, making your back arch up into his touch, feeling divinely sensitive. A whine left your throat, your hips bucking pitifully.

His hands dragged down the sides of your waist and hips, finally settling and digging his fingers into your skin. You inhaled sharply as you felt his throbbingly hard cock run through your folds, sending shockwaves up to your head, fogging up your mind once more.

“Please,” you whispered a prayer, hungry for his cock.

Stars exploded behind your eyes when suddenly, Jake forcefully thrusted into you all the way, not giving you even a moment to get used to his size.

Your whole body was attacked with tingles, that familiar heat growing in your stomach again when you felt Jake lean over you, shivering at the feeling of the cold metal of his necklace landing on your chest. The heat and softness of his bare skin on yours felt so intimate compared to the outrageously obscene slapping sound that was erupting from between your two pelvises. Your pussy was exponentially wetter than normal, attributing it to the arousal of your long-time fantasy playing out on your favorite night of the year, as well as Jake’s talented cock brushing your g-spot with each quick snap of his hips, leaving you a moaning, blubbering mess.

“Jake, please, I’m almost there, I need more.” You had the urge to reach down and rub your clit to skyrocket you to your peak, momentarily forgetting your restraints; the sound of the metal chain that connected the loops rattling against the headboard along with your desperate whines seemed to encourage Jake. He started thrusting into you even faster and harder. One of his hands left your hips, and before long, his pointer and middle fingers were pushing past your lips. You sucked on them eagerly, moaning around them as you greedily swirled your tongue all over his skin, tasting his salty sweat and your own lingering arousal.

Sufficiently slicked, he pulled his fingers from your lips with a ‘pop,’ bringing them down to rub your clit hard. At this point, you were screaming in pleasure, writhing against your restraints, chanting Jake’s name like he was a god. He was everywhere; on top of you, inside of you, within you. It was overpowering.

Your toes began to curl as you felt yourself teetering on the edge you wouldn’t be able to come back from, about to be launched into the most extreme pleasure you’d ever felt.

“I’m about to cum, Jake, fuck!” you sobbed, breathing so heavy that your head started to spin.

One more particularly expert thrust of Jake’s hips sent you screaming into the deep, vast abyss of unimaginable pleasure. Your walls clenched like a vice around Jake’s cock, wetness flowing out of you. Your whole body went white-hot numb, making you forget your existence in this reality.

All the while, Jake was still thrusting into you, riding you through the waves of you unbearable euphoria.

Blinking hard, your breath gradually slowed as you regained feeling in your body. Jake was caressing your hips, helping to bring you back down to earth.

Once your breathing evened out, you felt him peel his torso off of yours, the both of you damp with sweat.

“Shit,” you heard him exclaim breathily— the first time he’s spoken this whole time— the single word drawn out in pure incredulity. The click that followed was him turning the dim bedside lamp on.

“What? What is it?”

“See for yourself.”

He removed your tear-soaked blindfold, your vision blurry and stinging from being in total blackness for so long. You squinted as your eyes adjusted in the low lamplight to see what had Jake so amazed.

Streaks of red were splattered between you, painting the both of you with fresh, dark blood.

“Oh, fuck, Jake, I’m so sorry,” you gasped in utter disbelief and embarrassment. “I didn’t know I was starting, or else I wouldn’t have-“

You trailed off as you watched Jake remove the Ghostface mask: his brown hair was disheveled, eyes half-lidded and lips open, visibly stunned. He tentatively dragged his fingers across a particularly thick streak of blood on his stomach and held up his hand as he watched it drip down over his palm. He was entirely dumbfounded, like there were no other thoughts in his mind except your blood on his skin. He pulled out of you, still hard and twitching.

You watched in hazy awe as Jake began to slowly pump his cock, using your slick blood to glide over his length. His eyes were locked onto to his streaked fist. Gradually getting faster and faster, his breathing quickened and high-pitched moans and whines started to slip past his fucked-out pink lips. He threw his head back, and the sweat on his flushed neck glistened in the low light. His eyebrows furrowed, concentrating hard on his impending release. He grunted deep and long as he came on your already-painted stomach, shooting hot and hard.

His chin fell to his chest, every ounce of his energy drained from him as he collapsed back to sit on his heels.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, still breathing hard and admiring the red blood marring the pale white flesh on his hand and his cock.

You didn't have the words to express how turned on you were. You simply stared at him as he sat between your shaking legs.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he breathed, wiping his bloodied hand on his waist and sliding off the bed, rushing to your side to release you from your handcuffs.

He took your hands and kissed both of your wrists, your soft, sweet Jakey resurfacing. Without a word, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the bathroom.

***

As the warm water of the bath Jake drew for you soothed your aching muscles, the fog in your brain slowly dissolved into bliss. You watched as steam swirled around the white-tiled room. Jake, having quickly cleaned off and changed into a sweatshirt and flannel pants, had returned from the kitchen with two classes of cold water. He passed you one as he kneeled beside the tub, stroking your hair.

You cleared your throat to try and rejuvenate your weak voice. "That was amazing."

"I couldn't agree more,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Are you ok?"

You nodded and hummed a response, leaning into his touch on your jaw.

"Never thought I'd get so hot and bothered at the sight of you covered in blood," you said with a giggle.

"Well, we already knew you were a bit twisted, what with you wanting to be ruined by Ghostface," he joked, a grin spreading over his lips.

"And ruined, I was."

Jake held out his hand to help you step out of the bathtub, handing you a fluffy white towel. Once you were dry, he tied his soft robe around you, taking a moment to worship the sight of your body.

You turned to head towards the linen closet to grab a fresh set of sheets, thinking about the crime scene that was yours and Jake's bed.

Jake grabbed you by your waist and turned you around to face him. "Mm-mm. Already done, pretty girl. You have nothing to worry about." He placed a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose.

"You already changed the--?"

"Yep. All clean."

You hadn't any idea where he had found the time to do that, but you almost moaned at the idea of sinking deep into the fresh sheets next to Jake.

Once more, you found yourself with your legs wrapped around Jake's waist as he carried you back to the bedroom, your chin propped on his shoulder.

He set you down on your back on the mattress, leaning over your body to kiss you deeply. It was passionate, yet spilling over with tenderness. In that moment, all you knew was Jake's solid body and his soft lips.

You gasped and chuckled at the feeling of Jake already hard again between your legs.

He looked down at the bulge in his pants. "'God, you see what you do to me?'" he quoted Billy Loomis with a smile, talking against your lips.

"No, I don't," you said coyly, returning his smile and wrapping your arms around his back, pulling him flush to you. "Why don't you show me?"

PART TWO!!

taglist post!

#gvf #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka smut #jake gvf #scream #ghostface #greta van fleet smut #jake kiszka x reader

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sheep-and-lykos · 6 months

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omg i love leon so much i am so happy you're writing for resident evil!!! please, i need werewolf leon angst, please please please

"Whys it in a cage?

Because it growled at me."

How long had you both been separated? Peering up at the rolling dark clouds and the lack of a sun, you'd have to judge at least a few hours. You didn't like the vile pool that bubbled in the deepest pits of your gut, it made something bitter simmer at the back of your throat that had you almost on the verge of vomiting. The rancid smells of the rotting village around you didn't help either.

You kept your gun in front of you, cocked and ready with a full magazine just waiting to be emptied into the next thing that moves in this damn hellsite. You inched your way through, eyes spying the mangled bodies of rotting cadavers split open for some sick offering as well as fresh ones still somewhat warm that looked to have been torn up by a wild animal. You knew wolves lurked around, you swore you even saw one earlier. One if it's legs looked as though it had gotten caught in a trap. It all didn't stop you from keeping your weapon ready in front of you as your exhausted eyes raced across every room and opening you came across.

You needed to find Leon.

Ashley would be with Leon. Find her and you find him.

It was simple. Right?

The biting cold blew past you, ruffling up the fallen leaves and kicking up the putrid smells of rotting earth and bodies that almost had you crumbling over to hurl up whatever was left in your gut. It all made you feel horribly dizzy. Comms were static in your ear, filling your mind with even more cotton fuzz that had you just yanking the damn ear piece out in frustration.

You started deeper into madness, following the trail of dropped bodies riddled with bullet holes and deep lacerations until you came upon a glint against the muddy ground. A metallic glint that upon inspection had your blood freezing: Leon's SG-09R laid splattered in mud, barely visible. You were only able to see in from the faint light of the full moon overhead. You couldn't help but pick it up, the weight foreign yet familiar. It was empty, bullets absent. What was even more of a shock was that it almost looked like it had been crushed, especially at the wooden embedded handle. The metal was all bent out of shape and the wood was splintered. Whatever got ahold of it has to have been something big and nasty. It sent a shiver down your spine as you looked around, eyes trained on the dying foliage for any eyes that may have been watching you, but nothing seemed to move.

You pocketed the handgun and started deeper into the madness.

The bodies had started to grow in numbers until you came to a halt. You could hear something awful just ahead. What the fuck could it have been? It had to have been an animal from the horrid snarls it gave off

You poked your head out only to nearly back away just at the sight.

It was some sort of fucking monster; big and horrible and covered in blood-soaked hair. It looked like a wolf trying to play human with skin stretched tight over lanky limbs. Hell, it even had scraps of clothes wrapped around its odd body-

You felt your heart stop. You peered out again.

It had its back to you, ashen hairy hands were busy fighting off another infected villager. You didn't want to believe it.

The villager dropped dead, falling like a boulder against the cold earth as the beast towered over it. It's snout carved through the chilled air, dog-like nose sniffing the air while it's bloody claws flexed.

Your eyes suddenly met, haunting sapphire meeting your own terrified hues, you knew you were fucked.

You raised your gun with shaking hands, finger trembling over the trigger. Was this real? Was this a real thing happening to you right now? Staring down a fucking werewolf in the middle of an infected village that was wearing the clothes of your fucking partner and boyfriend?

He started towards you and you pulled the trigger.

It felt like someone had cracked him across the head with a lead pipe. His entire skull throbbed- scratch that, his entire everything felt like it had been lit ablaze and left to stew in agony. He felt a chill roll over his sweat-sheened body, wincing at how every twitch felt like his bones were breaking all over again. But the call of the wild wasn't ringing in his head like stark wedding bells; he was safe from the beast that laid just beneath his skin…

For now.

It was the stench of clotting blood that had his eyes unscrewing faster than he can shoot. It wasn't his blood, but someone he knew all too well. It felt like he had been stabbed in the chest, he hated the way his body wretched and writhed. His eyes burned when he opened them, fluttering and blinking away the pain.

He didn't dare sit up, especially when his body had started to wake with his mind. He could feel the deep pains emitting from his side, his muscles flaring as they tried to heal. He could feel how his body was trying to stitch itself back together, how his muscles had forced out whatever it was that pierced him and now it had only started to heal.

It had to have been a bullet. He swore he could taste the gunpowder, smell the freshly fired round despite it being probably just hours ago that he had been shot.

While he was like that.

His stomach twisted horribly. He shouldn't have let it get to him, he shouldn't have let the beast win earlier, but something inside of him just snapped. It wasn't anything Ashley was doing, although she really didn't make things easier.

Fear had nearly punched his lights out as he was forced to sit up. You.

How did he just now smell it? How did he just now start to smell the stench of your blood that coated dryly at his fingertips? That lingered at the back of his tongue and coated his teeth? Oh God, did he actually attack you?

He groaned as the pain in his naked side started to scream, clutching it as he finally realized where he was.

It had to have been some sort of cellar, surrounded by barrels of old aged wine and dust and cobwebs. It was freezing, there were no windows, just a single lit oil lamp that sat at the base of the stairs that lead out of here. He had been chained at the ankle like some kind of dog (he couldn't really argue against it), the skin underneath had been rubbed raw. He still had tatters of his pants that did their best to keep him covered, the rest of his clothing hadn't been so lucky.

He grabbed onto the cuff and tried to pry it off, completely ignoring the presence that was suddenly behind him until he heard a gun cocking. He hesitated to turn around until he swore the eyes staring at him were about to burn a hole through his skull. He didn't need to see you to know that it was you.

"(Y/n)-"

"What the fuck was that, Leon?" You cut him off.

He really dug himself into a deep grave, didn't he?

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #werewolf leon kennedy #resident evil

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mortal-kombat-1 · 1 month

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Because I've done blocked a few since my last 2 Janet Cage edits, I'm gonna make myself PERFECTLY clear:

I don't give a fuck if you like her or not. My blog. I promise, I won't miss you or even notice.

"I hate the name Janet. It sounds so generic!" So fucking what, so is Johnny and I ain't seen you all complaining about that.

"She's so annoying. I hate her hair and she's manly looking!" She's built, what happened to the we support all women no matter what they look like on this hellsite? Only when you find them attractive? Wanna share a picture of your face? Also, guess who else is annoying? That's right, Johnny. Who she's literally based on...

"Ew, gender swapped..." It's an alternative timeline where Johnny was born female, something that's not even remotely new in media. Are you 12? Wait, I take that back, I'm sure a majority of 12 year olds have more common sense than those complaining right now.

You don't have to use her in the game -- like all kameo's she's optional.

"She's a wasted slot!" Again, you don't have to use her AT ALL. I could say the same about a lot of the characters but then again, I play because I enjoy the games. If a character I like isn't included, I go back to one of the games they're in and play that game instead of bitching until one day, they end up back in any future games.

"It should've been so and so!" There are more characters being released; files in the game points towards a few -- to avoid spoilers for those who don't wanna know, I won't mention who.

My only peeve with her is they didn't give her the nose. Other than that, I enjoy seeing new characters being added -- that doesn't include guest characters, my opinion differs there, but I still don't cry about it.

"We were promised Johnny Cage!" He's already in the base game, and you all would still cry there's too much Johnny. My guy, I've had to sit through every MK game before 10 and 11 and see everyone else get all this attention, etc. When he's the original MK character; like the very first one. He's earned his time. Shut up. And guess what, I'm more than ok with him not being a kameo. Hell, if they decide to sit him out in the next game, I'm also cool with that because as I said, I can go back to the games he's already in.

#It's just a game -- pixels... get a better hobby #Heck if you're so hellbent on being that miserable get a job and be sad there like the rest of us

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drbatsponge · 4 months

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@cadhla182 did bring up on hellsite the fact that Luke Cage and by default I guess any street level Marvel character, can psychologically beat Cass by appealing to her no kill rule, therefore if Cassandra fought any of them and any of them were at risk of dying she would probably throw the fight.

Lady Shiva on the other hand...

Yeah, most of the street level Marvel characters are fucked with her, lmfao.

#cassandra cain #lady shiva #marvel #dc comics

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hellsite-detective · 3 months

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You are put in a room with the Yuri Pokemon, and it constantly repeats the word “Yuri”.

What happens next?

i awaken to the low hum of fluorescent lights above me and the feel of cold tile against my hands. as i struggle to make sense of my surroundings, i try to stand. however, this effort is fruitless as i notice a chain tied around my ankle. i rub my eyes and see that i'm trapped within a grimy bathroom. an old CRTV hanging on the wall sparks to life and the image of a strange lookin' puppet appears. it speaks...

[hello, Hellsite Detective. i'd like to play a game. you may be wondering why you're here. well, it all started back when you poured a mug of water out of your office window. the water landed on an innocent bystander's head, inconveniencing him instantly. for your punishment, i have placed you in this room. in front of you, you may see a cage covered by a tarp. beneath it is your punishment.]

the tarp was pulled upwards by a pulley system, revealin' an interestin' lookin' creature. it seemed asleep, but the lights must've woken it up. it began it's strange call.

YURI! YURI! YURI!

[this creature will continue to say "yuri" until you can manage to find your way out of the room. you will have 10 minutes to achieve this. if you fail to do so before the timer reaches zero, the cage will be opened, at which point the creature will approach you and continue to say "yuri," but it will be a lot closer and as such it will be more annoying. you will be inconvenienced, just as you inconvenienced that innocent bystander. the clock is ticking...]

the CRTV went to static and a digital timer on the wall began counting down from 10 minutes. i spent at least 5 of those minutes wonderin' what the hell was goin' on before i realized that the chain around my ankle wasn't attacked via a shackle. instead it was tied around my ankle like a rope. i untied it, grabbed the cage with the small creature inside, and left the room baffled. i let it go into a forest on the outskirts of the city. as i watched it wander back into nature, i thought to myself...

huh, i guess this is what happens when i mention i like yuri...

#this ask put me in mind of saw #so i made a saw scenario #i hope you enjoyed this baffling nonsense lmaaoooo #ask #hellsite detective #not a post case #the detective responds

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pudding-parade · 4 months

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Simblr Gratitude Day! Another one of my favorite blogs on Simblr. I enjoy your blog so much. Thanks to you I found a lot of worlds I didn't know were out there. Your screenshots are inspiring and stunning. Your builds are amazing and I absolutely love the aesthetic. Keep up the good work and take care! 🙏🏼😊

This was such a sweet message, thank you very much! <3 I also saw that you sent lots of sweet messages to other folks on my dash, so you are super-sweet! <3 <3

And with that said…. *sigh* I kind of missed out on Simblr Gratitude Day. I had planned to do something a bit more elaborate, but the decision to escape my cage and go to the zoo for the day yesterday for my mental health (and yes, it helped) kind of messed that up because I'm just completely worn out today. LOL So, I'm left with offering a generic thank you to everyone, including, but not limited to:

All of my mutuals, who are so fun to talk to if they're the type to yak. (And it's OK if you aren't, too; I totally get it.)

All of the folks out there who make CC and mods and worlds and everything, whether you do it a lot or a little, whether you make stuff that I've downloaded or not, you're all awesome. Without y'all, I don't think Sims 3 would have much of a community anymore, given that it's the least-popular game out of the franchise. (Well, OK, maybe that's the original The Sims, now, but you know what I mean. LOL ) People's creations keep the red-haired stepchild of the franchise alive.

All of the storytellers whose posts I so enjoy, whether you're one that I follow who gets lots of notes on every post or just a few. Even if I don't always say anything and/or when I'm forced to take a hiatus and I fall behind on everything such that I don't know that I'll ever catch up, I love you all, and I appreciate the effort you go to to create and share your stories. Truly, y'all give me reason to keep checking Ye Olde Hellsite, just because I want to see what happens. And, of late, that means that you all give me a reason to get my ass out of bed/off the couch, and give me something to focus on instead of gnawing claustrophobic anxiety. I can't thank you enough for that.

All of you lovely folks who've decided to follow me and/or who've left a like on or reblogged any of my posts. We all say we "do this for ourselves," and that should ideally be true, but we all also know that validation and appreciation is a wonderful feeling. So thank you to all of you who've made me feel valid. I appreciate it.

Really, we have a great little community. Here's hoping we keep being awesome and excellent to each other. <3

#replies #simblr gratitude day

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magpiedminx · 10 months

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Today's cardio:

Take two gerbils and put them in their travel carrier. Fortunately, they're very good-natured about being picked up.

Take their travel carrier and put it in the bathtub .. so I don't have to listen to their scritching on the plastic if they get impatient to be let out. (Typically about three minutes after confinement.) The sound has a remarkably similar effect as metal scraping along metal to me. The bathtub because if they somehow escape the carrier, they're not going far.

Back to the dining room and take out about 25L of fluff from the condo and dump it into a box on the ground. Most of it makes it inside.

Remove all toys / tools / hidey / wheel for cleaning.

Shake the 15lb cage to get rid of 98% of the remaining fluff. Then brush out the rest with a paper towel.

Clean down the wires/shelves/ramps with dawn/water solution. (They complain about that scent the least.)

Go clean the toys / tools / hidey / wheel and re-oil the wheel with olive oil.

Put about 20L of fluff back into the condo, re-add the toys / tools / hidey / wheel.

Put towel over top so they feel safer on the top floor.

Clean water bottle and food bowl, refill food bowl, add pumpkin seed bribes to the mix.

Release the kraken, er, release John and Smith back into their nice clean condo.

Two gerbils declare they're running away and they're leaving a one-star yelp review after talking to my manager.. and.. Oh, wait.. are those pumpkin seeds? Well, maybe later then. Dump all the fluff into a garbage bag, much bending and brushing up the bits that didn't make it to the box for easy transfer. Easy, of course, is a relative term.

Turn on the kitchen extractor fan and start the floor washing with a bleach solution. Surprisingly, they don't care about the stench of this, it bothers ME far far more. Do I post this as an excuse to support my favourite hellsite via a Blaze? Yes. Absolutely.

#gerbils #Doctor Who Gerbils #John and Smith #They're cute #if you don't like cute little rodents move along #Our hellsite #Pet blaze

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ragnarssons · 6 months

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these posts on this hellsite being like "oh do i wiiiish palestinians were free of hamas!" not ONCE pointing the finger at their real oppressor are clear as day. y'all do not support palestine, when you don't hold israel accountable for what they're doing to them, so stop pretending you are to buy yourself some image among ur followers or whatever. israel has spent the whole night carpet bombing gaza to the point of the zone radiating yellow and red light KILOMETERS away. so many bombs that people in egypt reported they could feel the ground shaking. (how many israelis felt too the ground shaking, and did NOTHING, or worse, celebrated?). israel has dropped white phosphorus on gaza all night. israel invaded gaza with troops and tanks, threatening every. single. citizen who was there. israel who then raided the west bank, kidnapping (there isn't any other word to use) some random people as prisoners, shooting others. you want to tell us again, how palestine "should be free of hamas" the only armed force there is in gaza? still don't want to adress the fact that the oppression of palestinians dates back 45 years prior the existence of hamas? still don't want to at least shed a little bit of the responsability israel has in all of this? then don't come using the palestinians' names and struggled to buy yourself a fucking conscience or whatever.

all y'all are doing is pushing more and more this rancid propaganda israel has been about since october 7th, to excuse every bomb they've dropped on the mass cage that is gaza. a cage israel created. a cage that israel has locked tight and thrown away the key before starting their intense bombing. it's not hamas that's bombing all the neighborhood countries in the area. it's not hamas ignoring international laws, courts and councils who did declare for a ceasefire. and despite what the idf propaganda is saying, it's not hamas that cut off palestinians' food supplies, water supplies, electricity supplies. so really, y'all miss me with that bullshit. and go away from the palestine tag. y'all are just there to invalidate the palestinians' suffering, if you cannot even name their oppressor, the killer of their children, women and men. and today, most of all, keep your genocide-apoligist bullshit to yourself.

#palestine #free palestine #y'all waking up TODAY after EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TONIGHT being like #ooooh i wish the palestinians were free of hamas! is just PURE negationism #you're negating history #you're negating colonialism #you're negating the palestinians suffering

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agentem · 7 months

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I decided to reread "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" to get ready for the movie. I'm really not sure how you could write this into a screenplay. Coriolanus is so unlikeable. I hate him so much. And the way it is broken up is quite odd. My instinct would be to make the Games be the last part not the first but you can't really do that.

I am so worried people on this hellsite will ship Lucy Gray with him. Even though he continually refers to her as "his" in a gross possessive way and even thinks he wishes she were back in the Capitol (the Hunger Games, after she survived (spoilers?)) because then he could track her movements.

There are a lot of metaphors of her being like a trapped animal or a pet (birds in cages, the zoo, all that), but I think he's not even a nice pet owner. I never demanded to know what my fish was up to, you know? I just trusted he was doing his thing in the bowl.

Living in Panem must be awful. I mean, we know they kill children every year for funsies. But also they apparently have no recording artists. The only song he knows is the anthem? That's so fucking sad. I'm not even the biggest music lover (I hate concerts, they are too loud) but I don't want to live without dumb 80s songs. They have no Dolly Parton. They're cursed.

I guess that is why they think killing kids is fun. It's their only entertainment. Imagine if you just had reality tv. I mean I have watched too many seasons of America's Next Top Model but if Tyra Banks were the only celebrity I knew? I don't know. It's bleak.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #suzanne collins #president snow

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piscespixiewastaken · 7 months

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So Who is Pisces Pixie?

Hello, and welcome to my weird corner of chaos on this equally and moreso chaotic hellsite. I am a fanfic writer, attempter of fanart, and aspiring author if I can actually get my butt in gear to finish something.

I am a married Christian woman, no kids yet, just two annoyingly adorable cats. While I am okay with minors following me, please understand I will probably not follow you back if you are a minor, and I will not interact with you via messages if I am aware you are a minor. Just a personal boundary for your safety and mine.

I mostly reblog fandom works, fandom memes, writing memes, other memes, world heritage posts, PSAs on writing and general life advice (never give out personal info on the internet, kids), and other random items I find on my dashboard.

My fandoms include, in no particular order (subject to change abruptly and without warning):

Books: Artemis Fowl, Lord of the Rings (and anything Tolkien), Chronicles of Narnia, Redwall, Inkheart,

Movies/TV: Over the Garden Wall, Avatar the Last Airbender, Miraculous Ladybug, The Dragon Prince, Hazbin Hotel

Anime/Manga: Yona of the Dawn, Pandora Hearts, My Hero Academia, Black Butler, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood,

Podcasts: The Magnus Archives, Malevolent, Omen Podcast, The White Vault, Welcome to Nightvale, Limetown,

Online Content: Dream SMP, Hermitcraft, Nexpo

Occasionally, I’ll post my own writing or reblog from my writing sideblog. I write for the Artemis Fowl and DSMP fandoms, with some WIPs for Yona of the Dawn (which may never see the light of day). Speaking of writing….

Tumblr-exclusive Artemis Fowl AU—Jon Says No to Fairies (ongoing):

No Fairy Friends Allowed

Caged Bird

Despair and Desperation

Escape

The Fickleness of Hope

Safe?

Sweet Dreams

Looking for more fics? Check out my AO3, PiscesPixie!

Want to see my unhinged MCYT content? That’s been moved to @andtheuniversesaidyouareloved!

(What’s with “wastaken” on my blog name, you ask? Look, I swear to you it was there before I started getting into the DSMP. The name piscespixie was quite literally taken, and I did not want to come up with some funky _piscespixie_846 crap. That’s it.)

Hope you find me entertaining enough to stick around. Heavens knows I don’t.

#piscespixie #welcome to my blog #jon says no fairies au

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edwardallenpoe · 1 year

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And it's like, I've always known, you know.

Recently I've been feeling like I'm faking being a therian because... I don't know, really.

But, my whole childhood, MY WHOLE CHILDHOOD, I would think about running away into the woods, and I would howl at the moon, and make bear dens with my bottom bunk bed, and I was so desperate to be anything but human.

I mean, when I learned about Manifestation(which I now know is lowkey bullshit. I was raised on "the secret", I would know), I would lay on the couch and repeat to myself "I am x animal, I am x animal" (it was usually a wolf or bear and on one memerable occasion a kangaroo) and I would rub my legs and arms and rub my face to feel my fur and muzzle and cry everytime it never worked.

After a while, I grew up, shit happened, and I stopped doing all of that. But I never stopped feeling the way I do. Everytime we went to the zoo, I would long to be in the cages with the animals, because I was one of them, I would cling to the glass as i watched the bears swim around.

I wasn't pretending, I never was, and now that I know I'm a Therian, everything feels so right, so correct.

So, my therians of this hellsite, you're not faking it, you're not lying or acting for attention. You're valid. You're real.

Does anyone else have this same experience?

#Therianthropy #bear therian #bear kin #Ursuskin #caninekin #felinekin #otherkin #Personal post kinda #otherhuman #nonhuman #therian

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