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frracturedjaw · 1 year

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Good day/night, author!

I love the details you put in your writing, those tiny details make me foldd

I wanted to request something cause I love your writing, and I wanted to see how you'd write this prompt <3

Slashers with a fem! s/o who sends them suggestive pictures of themselves (referring to the s/o). Could be sliding polaroids under their door/ leaving polaroids for them to see, sending them virtually, etc etc.

Thank you! Have a wonderful day/night, and Happy Holidays!

warnings(s): 🍋, description of s.x acts, reference to female anatomy, blood (only with asa)

a/n: thank god, finally an excuse to be thirsty,, also tysm for the very kind words!! it means a lot to hear from yall :) some of these go further than others, so just drop an ask if you want any of them expanded on.

🔞i check the notes. minors don’t read & don’t interact.

thomas hewitt

* it’s risky business trying to get him the photos without somebody else getting to them first, so you stick them right in the pocket of his apron.

* almost the whole day goes by without so much as a glance from him. he doesn’t check his pockets until the day’s work is finished. but when he does…

* he almost shouts. it catches him entirely off guard. not that he hasn’t thought of you that way, but… taking stuff out of the bedroom is new to him. he’s checking over his shoulders even though nobody really comes into the basement but him.

* he likes it though. he’s a possessive guy. hoyt is always giving him shit, saying he’ll give you what Tommy’s too frigid to provide. this makes his chest thunder.

* you can tell he’s checked the pocket when he next enters the room. his eyes are dark from how huge his pupils have gotten.

* “like them?” you ask allusively, a grin tugging at your features. if you listen close, you can hear the click of the door locking before he’s upon you.

* despite his size, he works smoothly. you’ve reassured him enough by now that he’s confident around you. especially when you’ve shown him vulnerability like that, he can certainly return the favor.

* his shirt and belt go on the floor, and your fingers slide across his scalp when he lays forward between your legs.

* it’s become sort of a ritual for the both of you. he undresses both of you, but you get to take off the mask.

* even in the dimness of the room, you can imagine his blush easily. his cheeks are radiant with heat.

* although he’s usually all about taking his sweet time, this go around, he takes you like a starving man.

* he can’t even be bothered to take your clothes off all the way. two thick fingers, quickly dipped into his mouth, slip past your panties and right into your pussy. his other hand presses you down at the waist, steadying your body against his.

* his hand is large and calloused and scarred, but it works so deftly on your body. in any other case he’d feel guilty for being so greedy, but he needs you too badly right now.

* one heavy hand on your breast, he sucks dark, tender marks into your inner thigh while the pads of his fingers skim teasingly against that one spot that makes your legs go rigid.

* he does that until you’re half sobbing, chest bouncing with each choked breath. he doesn’t tease you like this often, either — he prefers indulging you — but the way you sound crying his name makes him hard as steel.

* “tommy… Tommy, please…” it’s only him that makes you breathy and rushed like this, and he knows it. he relishes in it.

* but he doesn’t keep you waiting forever, don’t worry.

brahms heelshire

* bold of you to assume he doesn’t already have a collection of pictures of you in his attic hideout.

* he might have shown you a few before, just to tease you. there’s a few of you getting dressed/undressed, one or two of you asleep without a top on, and a particularly blurry one that appears to be you with your hand between your legs…

* but he’s absolutely not complaining that you’re contributing. he’s overjoyed, in fact. he takes a particular interest in perverted stuff like this

* he doesn’t spend a ton of time up in the attic since you got together with him, but when he pops up to get something, he notices the addition almost immediately (living in one room for over a decade will do that to you).

* it’s taken in the master bathroom, one of the only rooms he doesn’t have much surveillance on. the tiled walls make it nearly impossible to poke a hole in without taking chunks out that get noticed and repaired immediately.

* he can see a big claw foot tub and a nice wide sink, and one wall with a floor length mirror nearly the size of a door.

* most importantly, is you. naked as dawn, with one leg stretched up on the mirror, and one hand between your legs, revealing your perfect cunt.

* of course, he pulls his dick out immediately. he doesn’t even bother shutting the door to the attic room. just drops to his knees and starts stroking.

* brahms is breathing hard under the mask, barely blinking as he gazes at your glistening pussy and slides one hand up and down his cock, thrusting into his fist.

* he’s loud, too. by the time he’s finished, no matter where you are in the manor, you definitely know. you can’t help but admit, you’re starting to get the appeal in listening to someone else moan your name.

* you’d better get up to the bedroom, though, since he’s ready for a round two with the real thing now.

billy lenz

* similar deal as above, he’s already got some of his own. his selection is much more lewd, though. he’s a little more dedicated to seeing your private moments than Brahms.

* and he’s definitely whipped them out for you, before, too, so you know where he keeps them.

* you’d set the camera on a timer and gotten to work with your favorite toy. in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to choose a favorite, so you picked a few.

* the first is from behind, and shows the perfect ‘pretty stretch’ he always talks so much about.

* the next is up closer, two of your fingers stringing a trail of lube away from your pussy; you’re confident he’ll like this one.

* the last is of your face, and probably your favorite. tears are hanging from your eyelashes and glittering in the flash, the toy pressed firmly into your mouth. drool dribbles from the corner of your lips and slides deliciously down your chest. you’ve written ‘piggy’ and a heart on the edge of the photo in pink pen.

* the pictures stand out, piled in a neat stack on top of the messy stash in his drawer.

* (there’s also a suspiciously stained pair of your panties in the drawer. you’d been looking for them for ages. you take them back and drop them in the laundry.)

* and just like brahms, you know the moment he finds them. although, he doesn’t bother to even try taking care of his erection by himself. he goes right to you.

* “i’msofuckin’LOVEYOU, sweet-t-t pigGY! sosweetsogoodfor billy, billy l-lovesyouSOmuch, good-d girl, soOOO fuckin’goodforbilly—” his mouth is going a mile a minute up until you kiss him. he can’t help but giggle into it, hands all over you, grabbing, squeezing, pinching. he doesn’t even seem to notice that he’s grinding his dick against your hip.

* “—mh, please, pl-l-lease,” he breaks away from you, gripping your arms hard and blushing even harder.

* “use your words, billy.” you smirk, pressing against him. you can feel him throbbing.

* “nngh,” he whines, but does so anyways. “s-suckmeOFF! ple-ease, please…” he can hardly get the words out, he’s so excited. he throws his head back, giggling, only to smash his mouth against yours again.

* you have to pull his fly down and grip his dick hard to get him to pull away again. his speech devolves into mindless whining and giggling as you drop to your knees.

* he’s not awfully thick, but he is long. it takes a good minute of him thrusting into your throat and you jerking away from him, gagging, before you can get him all the way down.

* you know exactly which buttons to press — he doesn’t waste time making you guess.

* he likes it when you press your nose against his belly and swallow, feeling your throat constrict around him.

* he likes it when you maintain eye contact and flutter your eyelashes at him when he says something you like.

* he especially likes it when you drop your tits out and squeeze them. so much so, in fact, that he finishes down your throat without warning.

* it sends you coughing, but he holds you down until he’s finished, keening and chattering praise in your name.

* when you finally lean back, you’re a mess. you’re teary-eyed, chin and neck coated in slobber.

* he’s still twitching and pulsing even though he’s already gone soft.

* better clean up before he gets any more ideas…

billy loomis + stu macher

* they’ve both had wet dreams about this kind of thing. they’ve probably floated the idea to you once or twice and received coy-but-promising responses.

* they both have phones, but they’re both also suckers for physical media; see also their extensive vhs and disk collections.

* Billy finds them first, and immediately drags stu into the bedroom to look.

* stu’s giggling like a schoolgirl as if you didn’t take them yourself. he sobers up when billy points out that you’ve written their initials on your inner thighs in what seems to be sharpie.

* depending on if you’re home or not, they might just jerk off then and there. they’re impatient like that.

* if you are home, however, they slide up next to you on the couch with these shit-eating grins on their faces.

* “didn’t know you had a side gig doing mags.” billy teases.

* “now i can tell everyone i’m dating a pornstar.” stu snickers.

* “except tatum.” you remind him, which only makes him laugh more.

* “c’mon, sweet cheeks,” billy leans you over into stu’s lap, skimming his fingers under your shirt. “give us a private dance.”

asa emory

* the camera had been a gift from him. you can’t be sure if he bought it or stole it off a body, but you’re grateful nonetheless. (who knows what would happen if you weren’t)

* usually you only take photos of things around the hotel. his exhibits, interesting bugs you found crawling around, maybe a shot or two of the sky through a window. he always takes the pictures away. you’re confident he keeps them all somewhere. a small part of you hopes the somewhere is his home.

* at one point — after a particularly long night with your fingers inside yourself, wishing they were his — you decide to take photos of something else. the lighting is dismal and you don’t have anything terribly flattering to wear, but you make it work.

* you’re rather pleased with what you end up with. some five or so photos of you on your knees, eyes wide and doe-like, gazing up as if looking to a master.

* you decide to leave them out for him to find.

* when you next hear the door unbolt, your heart leaps into your chest. you hold statue-still as he locks it behind him, glances around the room, sees the photos. you see something in his expression change as he leafs through them. it’s impossible to read his expression with the mask on, but you’d like to imagine it’s admiration. maybe disgust. maybe want. maybe all of it.

* he sets the photos down where he found them and crosses the room towards you. he’s entirely unhurried. doubt writhes in your gut. your eyes dart to his belt, the knife hooked into it.

* you twitch when he grips your jaw and tilts your head back to look at the ceiling, but don’t flinch away.

* he leans close. you don’t know what he’s doing. he doesn’t ever get this close. you’re sure he can hear your blood thumping in your veins. heat and pressure rise in your skull.

* he breathes in deeply. his lips part. his teeth scrape lightly against the skin of your jugular — you didn’t think he would be able to, with the mask on — then press in. his jaw eases down on the soft flesh of your throat slowly, all the way until you feel his teeth grind against something solid. you think you might be suffocating. you think he might break your trachea.

* a strangled cry slips out of you. you tense even tighter, ready for him to do it.

* instead, he releases with a self-satisfied hum. it might be closer to a growl. you aren’t sure, being preoccupied with the blood rising in the little ring of indentations where his teeth split your skin.

* it stings when he sucks the blood from the wound, but the pain startles you less than his body appearing atop yours. he’s gripping your arms hard like you might try to run. instead, you find yourself clinging to him, legs hooking around his hips; which earns you a chuckle that sounds nearly genuine.

* he’s coaxing out weak sobs and tears for so long, you begin to wonder if he intends to do anything else. slowly, though, he’s bunching up your clothes and peeling away layers. he alternates between biting and lavishing attention on your skin, splitting and bruising the skin with his incisors before smoothing his cool hands across each plane and curve of your body to disperse the sharp pain.

* when he reaches for your panties, your fear spikes again. the sensation of his teeth skimming over the tender flesh of your inner thighs makes you tense up. the reaction doesn’t go unnoticed.

* he curls his arms around your thighs, not breaking eye contact. you inhale sharply when he captures your clit between his teeth. he hasn’t even bitten down, and yet your body’s already prickling in expectation.

* then his tongue slithers out. it takes every ounce of your self control not to lock your legs around his head. you can feel the hot, wet muscle pressing against your hole. your insides burn with lust as he pushes it inside you, tasting you. it drags inside you, writhing and contorting deliciously.

* each reaction earns you an approving hum. to you, it’s praise. to him, it’s positive reinforcement. habit building. another exercise to shape you.

* he wouldn’t admit it, but he craves you the same way. his love is grotesque and cruel, but something about him enjoys pleasuring you, too.

jesse cromeans

* cute, that you think he doesn’t already have his own series of homemade pornos featuring you and him.

* he’d never refuse submissions, though. he has a secret fondness for watching the security footage of his penthouse from when you’re alone in the bedroom, anyways.

* you’ll have left them on his pillow, the glove box in his car, maybe even at his work desk. you’re not worried about anyone else seeing them, since if they did, they’d have a day to live, maybe two, tops.

* he’ll tuck them into his wallet for later and go about his business, maybe send you a sly text, something along the lines of what you should be wearing when he gets home.

* you’re checking your hair and kicking your legs when his car pulls in. you’re up against the window, waving and looking down at him as he gets out. when he looks up at you, you receive only a signed ‘naughty’ in greeting.

* he takes his time at the front door, tucking his shoes into the closet and hanging his coat as if you’re not wearing his favorite pair of silvery-gray lingerie, kneeled right in front of him.

* “my knees are going to bruise at this rate, you know.” you admonish, and the look you receive could turn you to stone.

* “good.”

* “guess i’ve learned my lesson: never sending nudes to you again,” you say playfully. that’s all it takes for him to yank you off the ground and press you against the wall.

* you hook your legs around his hips on instinct and can immediately feel his hard cock through his slacks.

* it takes a moment for him to relocate his tie from his neck to your eyes, but it’s worth it when you hear the mask clatter to the floor.

* “is this a punishment, or a treat?” you wonder aloud, grinding yourself against his crotch as he slides off your panties. his teeth sink into your shoulder at the same moment his fingers find your clit. both, you decide.

bo sinclair

* he is definitely 100% a fan. he’s standing in your doorway grinning the moment he finds them.

* “these are something special, sweetpea.” he drawls, smirking at you. even though it was your idea in the first place, you can’t help but blush. there’s something about his complete and utter assuredness in himself right now that makes you feel especially small.

* “i can’t help but want to recreate a few of these.” of course he’s going to rail you then and there. what else could the photos be but an invitation?

* hardly even takes the time to get your clothes off. there’ll be plenty of time for that later. just tugs your pants down off your hips and spits between your legs, sliding his fingers through your folds only once or twice before pulling down his fly and pressing his cock against you.

* you must have a dumb look on your face — you hadn’t even realized your mouth is open — because he feels the need to pause and lave his thumb across your tongue. “hungry for somethin’?” you can muster only a graceless ‘uh-huh,’ the weeping head of his cock still pulsing against you.

* “good.” then there’s that stretch. every single time, you have a moment where it feels like he won’t fit. you can feel exactly how tight you are around him. every thick, winding vein along the length of him. you only come back to yourself upon feeling his body press flush against yours.

* he fucks like an animal. his breath is ragged and hot across your skin, occasionally broken to bite and suck at your breasts. your ass and thighs have already gone numb from his skin clapping against yours. you can only press your forehead against him and scream for him.

* oh, he’s keeping the photos, too. he’ll even ask for more. he’s sticking them up around the garage, his room, the rear view of his truck. teases you if you complain about it.

vincent sinclair

* nearly creams his pants. i mean it.

* it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, but this is really something else. with pictures, he’s less embarrassed about staring. he doesn’t need to worry about accidentally making you uncomfortable.

* with vincent, you know he appreciates every detail. every curve and plane of your body, the way you’ve got one of his sweaters pulled up just far enough to reveal your slit. he’s nearly drooling.

* “hey,” you’re stepping languidly down the basement stairs — still in his sweater — catching him right as he finds them. he yanks down his shirt over his crotch as if it would hide anything

* you can’t help but grin at him and nudge his hands away so you can straddle his lap, stretching your arms past his shoulders and pushing your chest up to his face.

* he’s kind of frozen in shock, but it’s not hard to tell he’s losing his mind for you, either.

* eventually his eyes raise to meet yours and he tips back the mask to kiss you.

* “i like it when you wear that.”

og myers

* he’s perfectly aware of what you’re trying to do. he knows you want to get him worked up so he’ll fuck you to pieces. and being the person he is, he does the exact opposite.

* sticks the photos in the breast pocket of his coveralls and goes on his merry way.

* days pass. you wonder if he’s even found the photos you left.

* (in the meantime, you’re resisting the urge to touch yourself by just thiiis much. it’s torturous. you’re not sure you want to wait for him to make the first move, anymore.)

* you test the waters by finding reasons to get into his personal space. first it’s just your hand against his. then, you’re up against his shoulder. eventually, you’re perched up on his lap and he’s barely acknowledged that you’re even here.

* “michael,” you hum, face hidden against his neck. he only grunts in response.

* you can’t help but suspect he’s doing this on purpose.

* “i missed you today.” grunt.

* “i’ve been thinking about you.” hmm.

* “michael, i want you.” mhm.

* finally, you flatten your hands against his cheeks and force him to meet your eyes.

* “mikey,” you whine. you don’t mind begging, but this is just excessive. “please, fuck me.”

* silence. you’re about to give up and stomp out of the room to go find your hitachi wand or something when his hand shoots up to your throat.

* in one quick motion, he forces you underneath him on the bed.

* it’s his turn to tease, now.

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asexualarkhamknight · 6 months

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Binged all of Blue Eye Samurai today. Great show, highly recommend 🗡️🧿🥷. The main character is a total badass. It’s a beautifully brutal revenge story.

#not for kids #I’d say it’s r rated #blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #Netflix

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moo-blogging · 1 year

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Late night smut thought #98:

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

The air was thick with heat, sweat and hormones. Yours and Levi's panting mixed with groans and wet slaping noises echoed in the room.

You were riding on Levi who sat against the wall. You were bouncing on him and he was supporting you by the waist, moving you up and down with his strong palms. Levi tilted his head back resting on the wall, panting and grunting with every collide of your bodies. His eyes half closed in euphoria, mouth slight agape and he swallowed from time to time.

Exhausted, you stopped for a while. You reached for his jaw, pulling his face down and kissing his lips fiercely. Hungry tongues fighting, tasting each other passionately. Your lips and chins were sticky and wet when you broke the kiss, with Levi's mouth chasing after yours.

Smirking, you looked into his annoyed eyes and said 'don't you worry, my sweet, I will take good care of you for the rest of your life. You are now my man.'

Levi's opened mouth slowly curved upwards, his eyes lit up as he chuckled. Unbelievable.

Suddenly, Levi hooked one arm around your waist and another shielded the back of your head, he pulled you onto the bed and climbed top of you. It caught you by surprised and you gave out a short laugh. You could see his gleaming eyes and a naughty smirk on his face as he hovered over you.

He leaned in, lips brushing yours but pulling away as you tried to kiss him and he whispered with his deep voice, "don't you worry, my sweet. I will take very good care of you for the rest of your life. You are now my woman. Now and forever."

Pushing your knees to your shoulders, Levi moved his hips with passion and power you did not see coming, going strong and deep inside of you. You screamed before you could stop yourself.

#levi smut #not for kids #or maybe just dont get caught at school #or wherever you are #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #midnight thoughts #levi x y/n #aot x y/n #levi x you #levi heichou #levi imagine

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theirishwolfhound · 12 days

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A Heart of Gold In a Sea of Green: The Synopsis

Heyo! I'm making this post just so I can get ready to start posting on Tumblr as well as Ao3. My main reason is that I can add GIFs/images, music, and color code the dialog on here. With that being said, I'm still working on the imagery for my masterlist post and this is just to act in as the informational "chapter".

"Crow "Wolfhound" O'Neil had been a sergeant in a different troop, known as the WatchDogs, before joining Task Force 141 as an additional sniper, but mostly for his innate understanding of many terrains and the survival skills needed for them. Yet he mostly kept to himself when he joined up as he was still reeling from a recent loss of a loved one; he remained the calm, patient soldier he had always trained to be… despite joining what he could only call as the most chaotic gaggle of men he's ever met. He followed orders, never spoke back or questioned his fellow officers- he was loyal, just as his nickname implied. Though when asked about it he spoke only a simple phrase: "Gentle when stroked, Fierce when provoked" and left it at that."

The fic takes place around six months after Wolfhound transferred into Task Force 141 from the Watchdogs and focuses on him finally putting in the effort to improve his mental state after he lost his fiancé: Malakai Harper. As well as focusing on improving his relationships with his fellow operators: Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap— who are already in a polyamorous relationship.

There is a lot of fraternization that goes on, it's not meant to be a serious down to code/law type of fic— I literally only wrote this because I love the characters and wanted to try writing a fanfiction for the first time. I will also put the other warnings in under this indent, as well as a put the proper warnings before the start of every chapter. Also fair warning: Most Chapters are Long Reads (potentially up to 15k+ type deal).

Below is the first thing on the Ao3 fic, just to give an understanding into Crow's background:

Crow Nevan O'Neil was born in Galway, Ireland and lived there for most of his life. He is currently twenty-seven and has been in the British military for seven years. Previously he was a Forest Ranger at the Wicklow Mountains National Park in Ireland and has visited other places to get the experience of working in different terrains.

He was born into a Catholic family and still holds those beliefs to this day, but does not talk about it with others- just as he keeps his gender identity and sexuality under close wraps. The only person that knows he is transgender would be Captain Price and he was given the accommodation of a private shower to make his time a bit easier on base. He only wears long sleeved shirts and pants to keep a more conservative look, though it was mostly to hide his tattoos so that no one asks him any questions about them- he may be social but not when it comes to speaking, he's a listener not the speaker.

Crow got his nickname "Wolfhound" mainly because he is Irish- but also because his old troop thought it was funny that a 165cm (5'5") man who barely weighs 81kg (180lbs) soaking wet can be called something in relation to a huge dog. He has hazel eyes, many many freckles, and curly reddish brown hair- the pinnacle of Irish stereotypes minus the anger and drinking, but by god does he have the accent of a man who sounds like he is fresh from Dublin. His actual callsign is Foxtrot Four.

He was engaged to a Lieutenant form his previous troop named Malakai Harper, but after his death Crow was looking for any chance to have a fresh start with a new team- and luckily he was given the chance to join Task Force 141 as their third sergeant. He knew very little about the other operators, but that meant they knew nothing of him.

Now time for lists and links:

Ao3

Playlist

Crow's Reference Sheet (Will Be Redone Eventually)

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ack-cough · 6 months

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It's my Sona null! Wow look at that fucked up sheep

#oc #original #ask me anything #furry anthro #not for kids #sheep furry #furry #furry commission #commissions #sheep fursona #fursona art #fursona #furry artist #furry artwork #saphic #clown art #weird art #weirdcore

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okieduckie · 9 months

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src: Magical Ruru ⚠️(not for kids)⚠️

#vivinos #Magical RuRu #not for kids

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insanityofbones · 7 months

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The way I want to finger her until she's begging to cum, and I let her, and then I have to clean her myself with my tongue all the way in her. God. The way I want to fuck her brains out on another level. Especially when she sits on my face.

#wlw smut #honestly #not for kids #drabble #.txt #me #to #Desi #I mean what

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the-cosmic-cowbo-y · 1 month

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(I hope I don't get banned for this X'D)

The reference is the cover for the video on YouTube “Poison”

#slightly suggestive #oc cuphead #cuphead #art #cosmic #my oc #my au #digital art #cddwtd #my ocs #my oc cuphead #my oc cddwtd #Cosmic cddwtd #Idk #I don't think this is for kids :0 #not for kids #fake body

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offul-83 · 1 year

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Barnaby but he's evil

Tryhard horror redesign by me (all jokes aside I'm really proud of this!)

Edited with polish

Song referenced is feathers by Man Man

#Art #art #my art #fan art #redesign #sfw furry #welcome home #welcome home barnaby #barnaby b beagle #clownillustrations #This came from an au from an intrusive thought I had where wally unsuccessfully gets neutered and bloody damage is done #This guy says it's tradition #This version of the character is nothing like the original #horror #Cujo inspired #tw dark content #not for kids

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 2 months

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Went To Check Rooster Teeth Site (After Seeing A Post On Here...)

[Note: Reading This Optional...also this is not for kids, but for mature audience readers only, even if this post isn't super mature but is still meant for Mature Audience Readers Only. ]

yeah, decided to check out some Red Vs Blue Fan art and I saw a post that wasn't really fan art but it kind of gave that whole not great feels...

I decided to open up a new tab to check on the site, and it seems okay. when I'm able to and get around to it, I will log on there and well I could probably even watch the new episodes on there even when not log on...on the site it says that new episodes of Camp Camp is coming every Friday and it seems that Season 5 is already up on Rooster Teeth Site, I can't wait to watch the new season of Red Vs Blue.

in my option, RWBY should get a few more seasons, where it focus on each member, first Ruby when they fell into that wonderland type place and next will focus on Weiss, then Blake and at some point Yang, before giving all the team some form of neutral focus with other characters in the finale volume, which might be like Volume 13.

I hope that Rooster Teeth stays for a super long time, cause well with the whole stuff that goes on in this world, and it doesn't help that some parts of the Toxic-Masculinity played a part on that whole Covid-19...that is still a twisted form of justice that is suppose to "teach" humans a lesson, if Toxic-Masculine is involved, it would just teach me that it isn't just humans that can be violent and do some messed up stuff...still gonna at least try to pray for the one who might be influenced by the Toxic-Masculine to be healed and detoxified.

I still want to call dibs on Mammon's butt to kick, he probably freaking knows why....same goes with my wanting to give Lucifer the whole cold hands to face punishment.

I wonder if some people have gotten emotionally tired with the bull slag that goes on with the Toxic-Masculine, well also with the Toxic-Feminine as well, but once again, the Toxic-Masculine is at a bit of higher level and wasn't really properly fixed.

and yeah, that whole post I saw didn't really seem okay with me.

it's bad enough that Covid-19 had happen and pretty much messed things up, even if the post wasn't meant to be bad, ya know in a way that would cause bad feels but was meant to be I guess some kind of memory honor type way, which would still be sweet in a way...

but I hope some understand my feelings.

also besides the whole women international day and month, maybe there can be a Nonbinary Day, a day for the different type of Nonbinary.

wait, is there already a day like that...? even if it isn't on the official calendar. I mean of course with how some humans are, it wouldn't be on the official calendar, but we can still be thankful some do celebrate it.

and well technically that whole women's month, would also be a day for Nonbinary-Women as well, so there is that...

maybe I should try not to worry or let that post I saw get to me, and hope that the thing that was said, NEVER happens.

but I do hope that there can be a Nonbinary Month, and if there is already, I hope to find it and see it for myself.

anyway, I don't want my feelings to be misinterpreted, I might not be the only one who didn't feel great when seeing that post.

I'm not gonna say much about the post, like some stuff that it said and well it might be for the best, I mean with any luck some of the info might be not true and it could be a misunderstanding...

I can just hope that my talking a bit about it and my feelings don't get taken the wrong way, I mean of course it would make me feel not great and well hopefully things will get better.

I already feel ashamed by one of my Royal Ancestors former subjects, well maybe only ashamed of only half of them.....for certain reasons.

and I have another reasons to suspect that Toxic-Masculine might be involved in a certain mess, which I'm not gonna say what it is, and no it doesn't mean I'm talking about Rooster Teeth....that could of been hinted when bringing up Royal Ancestors and their former subjects.

well hopefully things work out, ya know for both that and the whole Rooster Teeth thing.

also in theory in a Alternate Universe, Rooster Teeth could be called Hen Lips. yeah that is a weird thought, but that name could work in a parody way as well as being a hypothetical gender-swap universe where Rooster Teeth is called Hen Lips.

anyway I'm gonna go to sleep, been up for some hours and it might be a good idea for me to go and get some sleep now.

I can come back on later or tomorrow and post some fan theories and post some fan art and even check out some fan art myself.

and maybe check to see how many have voted so far on that second poll I made on here, that has to do with the different versions of Megatron. maybe for my third poll, I can make one about Red Vs Blue or maybe about how many may think it is canon about the whole it's the boy angel that has the baby in Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, being like in Fairly Odd Parents where it is the boy fairy that has the baby, even if it is the Girl Anti-Fairy that has the anti-fairy baby.

well it is still interesting to find out it is the male seahorse that has the baby, so the whole guy angels being the ones who end up being pregnant would still remind me of Fairly Odd Parents...we wont really know for sure if it will be canon in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, but maybe some fans are suspecting it could very well be true, but will have to wait for some kind of confirming or debunking of that fan-headcanon theory.

Tucker and Kai might not end up together, even if they might seem a bit off and on, and Kai might not of fully figured out that she is bisexual, I mean there could of been hints that she is.

but it could be possible that in Red Vs Blue, they could end up together...maybe?

maybe Junior would get his own spin-off series, he could deserve it.

if I ended up finding and touching some energy sword in real life like Tucker did, and some Alien who is called Crunchbite tried that whole get me pregnant so his kid can inherit the sword...

I would have that said Alien marry me, cause I would not let my little prince or princess be born out of wedlock even if that can still be optional...and yeah if that whole situation with Tucker did happen to me, the offspring would technically be a descendant of royalty.

if Crunchbite had ever survived, and possibly faked their death.

he could be made to marry Tucker, well even if it would just be in the Fanon and it's not like some fans wont end up shipping Crunchbite x Tucker...not sure how Omega would react if he got in my head, he will either be too freaked out by the weirdness part of it, or he will end up finding the not so great sad feeling parts and will find the memories and not so great feelings I had when I had those two depressions.

and if Omega did end up getting linked to those not so great feelings and memories, he would likely lay down on the ground or in bed and hug his knees to the chest which would technically be my knees and my pronouns are she/her and they/them...

it would be safer for Omega to not go to that part of my mind, if he thinks Doctor Gray is scary, then the not so great feelings from before from my two depressions I had, could be overwhelming for Omega, even if he is a Epsilon Memory Copy of the Original.

and I know I rather not end up feeling like that whole depression feelings from that first one in 2015 and that second one that happen some time later, which it did suck falling into a second depression.

and I really rather not go into a third one, the whole having the down feeling days every once in a while is more tolerable in comparison.

anyway here is hoping RWBY does get 13 Volumes in the future, and Camp Camp gets 29 Seasons, and there being a really awesome spin-off series of Red Vs Blue in the future that will have Junior as a main protagonist along with any other future characters.

even if it is wishful thinking, but if if the whole Junior getting his own spin-off series doesn't happen, there is always the fanon that could make such a spin-off happen.

anyway I'm just gonna go to sleep now, I might be back on later or later tonight or tomorrow, or whenever I'm able to.

so see ya later, and once again I hope my talking about the other stuff in this post that had to do with Rooster Teeth doesn't get misinterpreted, I mean I do have some right to my own feelings like both positive and negative....even if some people have misinterpreted some stuff I said before in a super wrong way that had caused my feelings to be hurt....I'm trying my best to do better about that, so there can be less of a misunderstanding of what I say...

so when I do log back on, I might talk about some fan theories about either a show or movie or cartoon or video game...

but for now, I'm just gonna go to sleep...

#do not reblog without permission #mature audiences only #not for kids #rooster teeth #red vs blue #camp camp #rwby #talking about feelings #my thoughts #march 2024

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I NEED TO READ MORE BILLY LENZ FROM YOU I AM ON MY KNEES

I really don't care if it's smut or fluff I just love him !!!!!

warning(s): 🍋, description of s.x acts - reader is gender neutral, no described anatomy aside from Billy’s.

a/n: no plot because that’s not what you’re here for anyways 🥴 the ending kind of sucks but it’s been sitting in drafts for so long it’s not getting better than this. also thank u for the kind ask

🔞i check the notes. minors don’t read & don’t interact.

your hand raises up, away from his body again. he keeps arching up off the bed, chasing your grip. you can see him watching the string of saliva between your fingertips and his cock. greedy billy.

“f-f-f, please!” he stammers with a huff, dropping back down against the mattress. he buries his face in his arms and grips his hair, cock pulsing against his belly. he looks pitiful. he looks beautiful.

“not until you start following the rules.” you reply flatly, pretending to inspect your fingernails. he writhes incessantly beside you.

“mmhgh…” it’s as close to a growl as he’ll get in this state. you indulge him by stroking his thigh, warm hand gliding over shifting muscle and dark hair.

“i know,” you condescend. he’s peeking up at you past his eyelashes, caught somewhere between petulance and discomfort. “let’s try again.”

he stills almost immediately, arms dropping down beside his head. the noise he makes when you touch him is downright obscene. but, to his credit, his hips don’t move. even when you tighten the circle of your fingers around the base of his cock and lean forward to lave your tongue over the tip, he’s stone-still. if you peek up at him, you can see the strain in his jaw. your hot breath fans across his skin and he swallows visibly.

“p-f… f…” a request tangles in his mouth. you sit back up to meet his pleading eyes with a languid smile.

“what is it, billy?” you feel him throb in your hand as you say his name.

“fas-faster, pleas-se… sss…” he wheezes out. you can see the fluttering beat of his heart in his chest.

“only if you can behave,” you warn, swiping up and down with your thumb. “do you think you can do that?”

his hair falls across his face as he vigorously nods, and he makes no move to correct it. you find yourself enjoying how disheveled he looks.

“if you say so, baby.”

billy moans long and loud when your lips press down over the head of his cock. his hands curl against the bedsheets, searching blindly for something to grip. desperately trying to keep himself from grabbing handfuls of your hair and pushing your throat down around his cock, all warm and wet and tight and perfect. just the thought makes him harder, if it’s even possible. it feels like all the blood in his body has gone to his dick, leaving his brain to short-circuit.

“y-yess, yes-s… fffUck…! you’resof-fucking-g-good, p-pleas-se don’tdon’tdon’t st-top…” he can’t help but kick, curl his leg, point his toes. his hands cover his face on instinct. he’s so restless that his skin may as well be leaping off his body.

billy’s reaction only fuels your confidence. you work with excruciating patience. hands braced on his body, you sink your mouth down the length of his cock, using your tongue to follow along his broad veins. you let saliva drip past your lower lip and slide down his skin. you suck hard as you pull back up, already tasting his precum. feeling him twitch against your tongue makes your insides coil deliciously. you slip the tip of your tongue across the slit of his dick, making him writhe and squeal. you satiate him with a few quick bobs of your head.

“n-n, yes-s… yesyesyes, ple-please, more, i wannaget-t sso…!” he mewls, wiping drool from his own mouth. you release his dick with a lewd pop, grinning up at his flushed face.

“what was that?”

“n-nhh… nothing-ing.” he pants, still keeping an iron grip on the bedsheets. your raised eyebrow is enough incentive for him to continue. “m-w… wannagetinside y-ou… p-please…”

“oh, really?” you smirk. “i’m not convinced you really want it that badly.”

“pr… r…” he’s interrupted as you take his cock in your fist while he speaks. “prettYPLEASE…! pl-lease! prettyprettyplease? b-billy’s been s’good-d for you…”

“hmm,” you tilt your head in thought. “i suppose. alright, then.”

you lean away from him for a moment to grab the lube, and you can feel his shameless stare as you squeeze a liberal amount onto your palm. most of it is for him. he shudders when you smear the cool fluid over his cock, eliciting another lovely moan. you can feel him practically vibrating in excitement. you settle on one knee over him, spreading the remainder of the lube onto your hole. he’s panting, and you can see his tongue swipe across his teeth as you work two fingers into yourself. his cock twitches incessantly against his stomach. an impatient groan slips out of him. “if you’re going to act like that, i can get up and find something in the toy drawer.”

“n-no-! pleaseplease, m’sorry, billy’s s-sorry, so so s—“ you don’t give him the opportunity to finish.

“i don’t care that you’re sorry. open your mouth.” he does so almost instantly, and you push his briefs between his teeth. his eyes narrow with a muffled giggle. you tease yourself with the tip of his dick, making him breathe heavily through his nose. you can tell he’s on the edge of breaking. you’ve been teasing him for almost an hour and he’s been remarkably well-behaved, given how strict you’ve kept the rules. he’s more than earned his reward.

the noise that comes from billy is guttural. you half expect him to cum right then and there as you take the first inch or so. for all the grief you give him for misbehaving, you’ve never had a dick as good as his. you feel him pulsing as you slide down to meet his hips. he’s warm and his skin is soft and you decide that once, just once, you’d like to let him take everything he wants.

you lean down to lay against his chest, yanking the underwear from his mouth and tossing it aside. your face fits perfectly against his neck as you bring your lips close to his ear.

“go on, billy. fuck me.”

he doesn’t hesitate, locking his arms around your waist. you press yourself against him as he grinds into you as deep as he can go. you can feel him searching for that spot, the one that makes you squeal without thinking. you keen when he finds it, your legs twining around his.

billy’s pace is brutal. he’s always insistent that you cum before him, but with how close you’ve gotten him tonight, he won’t wait long.

his cock slides in and out of you deliciously, thick enough to make you gasp when he bottoms out inside you. he fucks fast and hard, a steady stream of filth spilling from his lips as he does. you reach down to touch yourself, and feel his smile against your skin.

“m-my sweetlittlepiggy can’t-t even cont-control-l… n-need billy’s cock sososo fuckin’ ba-ad… n-eedy little slut, y-you are… m… my… billy’s f-fuckk toy…!”

your only response is a breathy ‘mhm’ as he rails into you, hitting that spot again and again. your skin lights up when he bites your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin. he thrusts harder. your hand moves faster. the coil tightens, then bursts.

he spills inside you as your hole squeezes down on him and you cum with a shared sigh. he releases from your neck, still rocking his hips into you. you know he’d stay like this for hours if you let him, his cum slowly oozing out in thick dribbles and sliding down your legs. messy billy.

#slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slashers x reader #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #not for kids #mdni

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