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vmbrq · 10 months

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how do u think some of the scream guys react to a more bimbo esque s/o….. cus i already KNOWWWW some of them *cough cough* charlie *cough cough* WOULD FW IT, LIKE IDKK AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ETHAN ?? obsessed loser boy x oblivious girly bimbo ??? SOOOO 🤭🤭 and i just know they’re silly little perverts too so they would get all squirmy just from her accidentally flashing them as she bends down to pick up like a flower out of the grass or smth😭😭 IDK I JUST THINK ITS CUTEEE 🤭

(also omg idk if u do anons or anything but like …… if u do …. can i be 🩷 PLEASEEEE if not thats okay😁☝️ ANYWAYS OKAY BYEEE)

yes, i do anons !! so you certainly can <3

AND IT IS CUTE :( ethan would be STRESSED LMAOO practically glued to your side or standing behind you to make sure you don't accidentally flash anyone. he would also be one of the first to volunteer to fix the straps on your sandals or tie your sneakers for the same reason. he also takes advantage of any opportunity to tutor you, even if most of your sessions end up with you in his lap with your lips on his. he's such a sucker for you, too, so weak to the way you whine his name or gaze up at him, all sweet and adoring, and ask him for a kiss. he could be holding a cardboard box he can barely see over, and he'll still be awkwardly angling his body and bending forward to give you a quick peck on the lips.

charlie would be so fond of just observing you, whether it's admiring your side profile while you touch up your makeup or watching how your animated expressions reflect your thoughts as you try to work through homework on your own. plus, he knows that half the time, you have zero clue what he's talking about when he rambles on about the specifics of media, but he adores the effort you put into trying to understand. and even if you've given up on trying, you still sit there with a smile and give him your full attention, bc you just like hearing him talk.

both of them would be obsessed with the way you have no concept of personal space when it comes to them, your brain consisting of nothing but tv static as you get right in their face or press up close to them. you're shameless with your affection, and you never think twice about how out-of-place they appear at your side.

mickey and billy would adore how easy you are to mold into their perfect, unwitting accomplice, taking all of their explanations in stride and rarely ever questioning them. there's a certain freedom that your presence allows, since they know that you don't even blink or think twice about the thin layers of blood embedded beneath their fingernails or that strange scent that clings to their clothes when they kiss or hold you. oh, they accidentally cut themselves? oh, that smell is just the gasoline from their car? okay. after all, all you need is to trust them and let them do the thinking. all you have to do is sit on their laps and look pretty for them.

mentions of smut under the cut ; minors dni

all of the sex jokes when they're around end up flying right over your head. you're so naive, so sweet, so easy to manipulate until you're bouncing on their cock and creaming a pretty, white ring at the base because it's "the best way to get rid of your stomachache." they stick out like a sore thumb against the decor of your room, but sometimes, when you've got their head resting on your chest with your fingers combing idly through their hair, or when they're sprawled on your bed lying about not peeking through their fingers while you lotion up your bare body and reflexively reach for the shirt they lent you three weeks ago, they feel as though they fit right in.

#billy loomis smut #billy loomis x reader #charlie walker x you #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #billy loomis x y/n #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #mickey altieri x reader

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hhkkxd · 2 months

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i was wondering, would you ever be willing to repost your old art in the future? i've been looking for some old faves as a long-time follower and was curious!

hey anon! sorry, but there's no chance of me ever reuploading old art unless it's accompanied by a redraw like in >this< post. (even then, please don't count on that) I wouldn't feel great about very old things I have no plans on revisiting (like really old ocs) making the rounds again and me getting followers for characters I don't plan on bringing back lol.. that'd be kind of awkward. that's partly why I delete old art, other than me not liking my older art style(s) in general. it was a lot of trial and error.

a good rule of thumb is, if a character hasn't shown up for say, a whole year, they've (probably) been dropped in the wood chipper for me to maybe mold some of their traits as something else that I think is better in the future. lmao tangentially, (this may not be aimed at you because I don't think you necessarily implied all that) I encourage anyone who doesn't fw my current stuff to just simply unfollow, don't hold yourself hostage over hoping old stuff comes back 🙏 it most likely won't.

I appreciate all the support and interest over the years and don't take this stuff personally. I've been in that situation plenty of times too, as a member of the audience uninterested by an artist I like's newer stuff. people's tastes can change, and it's healthy to move on

#asks #god give me more energy to draw all my active ocs that i like..#but my muse. he is cruel (yohan)#and so is ffxiv

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dev-nxbody-h3re · 2 years

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Deep Dive #4: William Afton..

(Note: This is how William came to be in my AU, not Canon William!)

Hi, it's been a bit since I've done one of these. I just have opinions on William. I don't like him.

Whatever, let's just get started so I can move on to the Tormentors next!

William started out in much the same way the others did, with the Stereotypical AU. He even had white eyes and that ridiculous belt over his eyes. All purple, murder sprees, toast and coffee, separate from Glitchtrap, all that stuff.

In all my AUs, he was a pleasant guy and a good father. He regretted his murders and was bff's with Henry and Charlie 🥺🥺🥺.

Even in the Old AU he was a good guy. Though, this AU I scrapped most of the Stereotypes for him and made him Glitchtrap. This is what he looked like:

Yeesh. I did him horrendous with this one. I do like the stars on the vest tho-

And then I decided I didn't fw the Old AU and revamped it.

William didn't regret his murders anymore, but was still regretful of what he did to his children. My current AU was going to have William rejoin the family and work through his problems with Evan and Michael, with Michael being his biggest obstacle. It was going to be angsty and would result in Michael trying to kill William before he broke down sobbing and they had a talk. Michael would tearfully admit that he doesn't know how to forgive William and William would tell him that he never had to forgive him ever if he didn't want to.

Then eventually I decided "hey wtf William sucks actually." And made him a psycho maniac that wants to get his family back by making them immortal and trapping them in a perfect mold of what they used to be and is obsessed with proving to Michael, his heir (as far as he's concerned) that he's better in every way than his life. He used to be a good father but his desire to bring his wife back corrupted him into searching for immortality under any circumstances.

And Michael gets to beat him up once in a while when he shows up to kill more kiddies.

(sidenote: my opinions on William don't change how I feel about DSaFs Davey Miller. Love that stinky kiddie strangler sm <3)

I would like to apologize to the William stan commun- PSYCHE no I'm not apologizing!! He's evil >:(

This was another short one but I don't think the next one will be, because y'all better stay tuned for the next installment: James Watson! (Aka the Bonnie Mask Tormentor!)

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mossmurdock · 4 months

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hey. based on your ns/fw vamp gojo post... actually been thinking about it for days. if this ain't comfy, I apologize but. been thinking about the twist of slightly masochist (not sure yet if that's the best word) reader who craves rougher touches, lovebites, fingerprints on their skin and the like x sweet loving suguru who's just way beyond understanding. like he's ever been. who grows to learn these touches and thinks it's just delightful. the intimacy of it all. woof.

hello hello! and ur fine <3

and what a cool concept!! im v into this idea because im thinking about it as a sort of unleashing from how you've described it. reader knows what they want, maybe theyre shy about it maybe theyre not idk but i think trusting suguru to be the one to provide it for them means something!! the intimacy !! thats such a good word

is we're basing it off my vamp gojo post (thank u for liking it btw<333) im thinking of a vamp!suguru as well. and i don't think he's particularly ashamed about what he is, but in this case there's a sort of hesitation to his instincts,,which are naturally a little on the more violent/rougher scale of things. which im in love with as a concept!! i fell like with satoru,,he's mastered the fun in that, the fun in that mark or hurt and bite

but suguru molds himself to be a little softer (smth very very similar to this is talked a lot about by ari !! they've got such a good way of explaining things) i imagine holding back a little more, unteaching himself certain things even.

i like to imagine the reader catching onto that pretty quickly, both pre-relationship and within it!! and them pushing him def has him slipping a little more. AND AGH!! i loved the way u talk about him learning those touches, i think part of that is important to loving himself more as well!! and ugh can you imagine?? feeling that release with you and wondering why he's been starving himself of it the entire time, seeing the delight on your face, feeling it.

again, "the intimacy of it all. woof." i couldnt have said it better myself!

anyway sorry i took off with this a little LOL i really enjoyed it, thank u so much <33

#i hope this makes sense anon ur ask is just wonderful i hope i interpreted things well!#moss writes #just so i dont somehow lose this lmao #moss answers

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devoutdolly · 11 months

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+18 MINORS WILL GET BLOCKED, DO NOT INTERACT, THIS SPACE IS NOT FOR U

Hiiiii <3 I'm Kitty I'm a tgirl bimbo from Chicago. I'm slightly familiar with the scene and enjoy both ends of petplay, worship, objectification, S/M, intox, dumbification and restraint. I'm a switch verse, but I prefer to sub top and beg for pleasure. I mainly want to be used and abused, I like serving the wants of my partner and being pushed past my limits. Outside of kink I'm rlly into art, anime, fitness, being a stoner, and fashion.

DNI: If u r under 18, if ur blog is focused on m*sgendering kink, inc*st, or r*ceplay, obviously if ur like transphobic, racist, or otherwise bigoted fuck off.

If u want to DM me: Please <3 <3 <3 I love cnc, tell me what u want to do w/ my holes, and how you want me to beg for urs, and praise me for being a dumb fuck toy who's horny all the time. (Praise and degradation good!) I have an intoxication kink (u want to get me intoxicated), if u don't fw that it's fine, but I like it getting played into.

I'm pansexual and polyamorous, I'm mainly looking for play partners and fwb to message and connect w/, if you're local to IL and we start chatting I'd love to meet up. I'm into all bodies and genders but prefer T4T relationships, that said any butches, dom femmes, or dude doms r welcome. Not here for romantic connections.

IDEAL: I'm looking for a mind control focused dom to break my brain and mold me into their ideal bimbo with a strict workout requirement.

~~ currently have two subs who adore and worship me ~~ looking for a dom who wants to make me work out and brainwash me ~~

~* DM me or ask 4 fetlife profile *~

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gingersnaaps · 3 years

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"yes" is conditional

the whorification of y/n, courtesy of one kuroo tetsurou and his special... talents <3

wc: ~2.4k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): dubcon, expicit n*fw, brainwashing/conditioning, mindbreak, bimbofication, mental aphrodisiac, exhibitionism mentions, uh implied sexual slavery(there's a cage at the end??), corporate!setting, fem!reader with inner genitals,

a/n: written for @sugawara-sweetheart and her decadence collab!

i don't want minors interacting with my content

The movies always get it wrong.

Kuroo thinks it’s hilarious how far off the mark they can be, honestly. He’s seen countless renditions of what people think mind control is like, and it’s always so corny and contrived - it’s not like he forces anyone to do things they don’t actually want to. He just… makes suggestions.

Nobody actually knows where their own thoughts come from, do they? So it’s almost too easy to place a suggestion or two in the back of someone's mind and pass it off as their own idea.

Most of the time, people are all too happy to comply with these suggestions.

And Kuroo’s more or less content with the free drinks he receives, the frequent raises his boss dishes out, and the one-night stands he easily gets as a perk of his little power. He really does enjoy the gifts other people seem to drop into his lap and the temporary flings he always finds himself in.

But he’s bored.

He wants more. He’s had enough of the short-lived gratification every time he persuades another pretty girl to come home with him.

So when he sees you walk by his office window, with your head always ducked low and your modest outfits all prim and put-together, it’s out of a passing curiosity - just a whim - that he starts his experiment. He wants to know just how far he can go in suggesting ideas and replacing thoughts, just how deep he can reach, and you’re perfect. You’re an unassuming and quiet coworker, you don’t attract attention, and he can tell that you’re one of those good girls just from the way you flush and avert your gaze when he talks to you.

Besides, he’s always wondered what your ass would look like in tighter skirts. Or, alternatively, with no clothes on at all.

Kuroo decides to make a project out of you.

As the days pass, he makes sure to time his coffee breaks so they sync up perfectly with yours. He makes sure not to do anything too overt, though - he doesn’t make you give him your number right off the bat, or ask you out immediately, or even drop any compliments. He wants to play it a little more subtle this time.

You find that you can’t help but take note of him, partly due to his constant presence, but also because you just can’t seem to tear your eyes away. Suddenly, there’s an insistent urge in the back of your mind constantly telling you where to direct your gaze, a little voice that whispers out how good his collarbones look, or how his back muscles ripple out under his shirt when he stretches. Your eyes seem drawn to his - and every time you make eye contact, you start flushing furiously, a tingling warmth spreading down your spine and into your cunt.

When you pass by his office, all he has to do is flash a cheeky grin, wink, and just like that, your panties are fucking soaked. You don’t know why you’re no longer able to control yourself around him, but it must be natural, right? It’s normal to have a relationship with a coworker go from completely platonic to you fantasizing about him stuffing your cunt full, right?

If he’s going to be honest, Kuroo likes seeing how horny he can make you every time he’s close by. He likes the way your face heats up, the way that cute body of yours seems to tense up, the way you cross your legs a little bit tighter when he walks by.

It’s not hard to make up fantasies to put in your mind, either - Kuroo thinks about you nearly all the time, after all. So when he finds himself drifting off in his office, thinking of the way you’d moan and scream and mark up his back if he were to pound you into the mattress, or maybe of how your pretty face would look dripping with his cum as he grips your hair and fucks your face, he doesn’t mind sharing them with you. And the look on your face when he does - oh, baby, it’s so precious.

You must be barely more than a virgin with how absolutely ashamed you act.

And slowly, of course, your wardrobe begins to change. When you find yourself at the mall, you’re no longer looking for conservative sweaters and cardigans that disguise the shape of your body. Maybe you’ve just lost interest in that style, especially with the way you find yourself drawn to the more… vivacious section. Now, you find it empowering to sift through racks of the tightest skirts, of v-neck blouses that give away your cleavage whenever you lean over.

When you show up at work, legs clad in tight stockings and your breasts pushed tight up against your shirt, you feel almost proud when Kuroo sees the way you’re dressed. In fact, when you find your gaze drawn to his, looking into his dark pupils blown wide with arousal, you feel that intense, throbbing heat in your cunt flare up again.

You feel good. You feel happy. You dress this way because you want to.

And when he finally asks you out to dinner, it’s easy - almost second nature - for you to say yes. Why would you ever want to say no when you’ve been so fixated on him for the past few weeks, when your mind has been filled with the dirtiest, unspeakable thoughts, when you’re so undeniably attracted to him?

On that date, you can barely think straight.

You’re just so fucking turned on the entire time, aren’t you? You can’t stop thinking about the way his cock would feel dragging up against your tight, wet, heat, about how his fingers would feel methodically taking you apart, how the flat of his tongue would feel flicking up across your clit.

You don’t care about the food. You barely even notice how much the bill for the dinner comes to. All you can think about is him.

Kuroo finds it almost endearing how tightly you cling onto his side during the taxi ride to your place. He can feel how warm you are, your shallow breaths puffing in and out, the way you tremble when he brings a thumb up to caress your cheek.

His experiment was so fucking worth it. You’re putty in his hands, a little plaything he can mold and shape to his liking.

That night, you are very much to his liking.

You pull him out of the taxi, whispering into his ear how much you’d like to show him around, but he isn’t fooled. You’ve invited him up not because you want to give a tour of your living area, but because you need him, because you don’t really have a choice with the way he’s been conditioning you for the past few weeks.

Barely five minutes have passed before you drag him to your bedroom, stripping off every useless item of clothing off. “Please,” you whimper. “Fuck me. Please. Please. I want it so bad.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, and as he grasps your thighs with his large hands and spreads you until you’re open and dripping, he’s only too happy to oblige.

Sucking gentle kisses along the crook of your neck, he bites at your soft flesh, running his tongue up along your pulse point until you shiver. He reaches down, trailing his hand over your chest and tummy until he arrives at your clit, and rubs slow, feather-light circles that leave you squirming and shaking, bucking into thin air until he grabs your hips and holds them down firmly in place.

He knows you want more. He can tell by the way your puffy clit pulses, swollen and tender, and the way you mewl whenever his fingers brush against your entrance.

“More,” you whisper, eyes wide and pleading. “I need more. Please.”

His cock twitches at the ragged desperation in your voice, and he almost wants to draw it out for a bit longer. You make such a pretty picture - he wants to run his hands through your disheveled hair, all mussed up and soft, wants to hold your face, glowing with sweat and flushed pink, wants to sear how depraved you look into his mind forever.

But who is he to deny you when you’re begging so nicely?

Weeks of pent up frustration have left you so, so sensitive - after all, your short, stubby fingers can’t reach nearly as far as his can, and the angle he’s able to hit every time he curls his fingers in a come-hither there motion isn’t something you could ever replicate. It’s so easy to make you cum when you’re desperate, and he indulges you, making you cream around his fingers as he thrusts them deeper and strokes at your walls.

And when he’s done prepping you, Kuroo finds that fucking into a needy cunt is so much better than just a willing one. Your pussy, slick and dripping wet, almost seems to suck his cock into your hole, and the lewd moan that falls from your lips as he bottoms out sends heat rushing to his core. He goes slow and careful at first - he wants you to enjoy this, after all - but your pussy feels so good, so warm and velvety, that he can’t help but speed up and ram his cock into you until you’re squealing like a bitch in heat. It might feel better without the condom he has on in the way, but that’s okay - he’ll save fucking you raw for another day.

After that night, you only grow more eager. You start doing things you never would’ve even imagined prior to his little interventions - you send him nudes from the work bathroom, slutty pictures that show off the curve of your ass and your tits covered in lace, candid shots of your lips wrapped around your fingers, sucking on them like you would his cock, even pictures of your cunt right after you’ve been touching yourself.

And just days after he’d fucked you for the first time, you find yourself at the pharmacist picking up birth control. You want to feel him cum inside you, to paint your pussy white and stuff you full until his seed is dripping out of you and dirtying the sheets.

Most of all, you want to please him. You want to make him feel good so that he’ll fuck you, offer you some sweet relief from the persistent ache in your cunt that gets particularly intense whenever he’s nearby.

You let him fuck you almost anywhere, anytime. He bends you over the sink in public bathrooms, running his fingers along your folds, or sprawls you out on his lap in his car, his cock deep in your cunt. You don't really mind if other people see the two of you - as long as he's gripping your hips tight, bruising your cervix until your skin blooms black and blue, sticky drool leaking from the corners of your mouth - he could be showing your naked cunt off in the middle of Times Square for all you care.

Kuroo can’t help but beam with pride at the way your demeanor has changed as of late. You used to blush whenever he would make eye contact with you, and now you’re begging him to get you off during rush hour on public transportation.

He likes this new version of you very much.

Months go by, and you find that it gets harder to focus at work. Early on, it was easy to ignore the heat curling in your stomach whenever your thoughts drifted to Kuroo, but now the artificial glare of the screen gives you a headache, and the numbers and letters on the spreadsheets all seem to meld and jumble together until you can’t tell which is which.

You don’t really care about your boss’s performance review anymore. The customers can scream all they like. The most pressing concern on your mind, the one that you just can’t stop thinking about, is the insatiable need for Kuroo to fuck you, to lift you up against the wall and bounce you on his cock like a ragdoll.

Why would anything else matter?

To be completely honest, Kuroo hadn’t anticipated this particular side effect, but he supposes it makes sense that the more thoughts he replaces, the less original ones remain. There’s no longer as much of who you were before left, and - oh, Kuroo really shouldn’t be doing this to you, should he? But he finds that he doesn’t really care, doesn’t really mind, because you look so much better in your tight skirts, so much happier being the slut he’s slowly trained you to be.

He did like you for your personality - he really did. It was nice seeing you cute and quiet, but there’s just no room left for who you were anymore.

We’re all shaped and molded by our environment, aren’t we? The people we surround ourselves with, the places we grow up and live our lives in - it just happened that for you, your environment was Kuroo, and he did the work that society probably would have done anyway - albeit a bit differently, a bit more extreme.

Of course, he’s not delusional. He knows he’s responsible for the way you are now, so when you eventually get fired, he takes you in and lets you live with him. This way, you’re safe and warm and taken care of, and in exchange, he gets easy access to your cunt whenever he wants. There’s no more need for midnight calls or texts, because his pretty little fuckdoll is always waiting for him when he comes home.

He doesn’t have a spare room, but that’s not a problem. He lets you sleep on a couch at first, but the nice, comfy cage he orders for you comes in after just a few days. After all, he doesn’t want all his hard work to go to waste, and besides - you’re content with the few amenities your new accommodations offer: food, water, air, and cock.

Kuroo often finds himself admiring your pretty face, an expectant, needy expression plastered on your features and your eyes glazed over, stuck between the dirty metal bars like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. He can’t help but think that this is how you were always meant to be, that this is the perfect relationship that makes both of you happiest.

Considering the state you’re in, you really don’t know any better, do you?

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