#Feel free to ignore

[akanemnon]

Sorry things have been kinda quiet here when it comes to posting art outside of the comic. I try to do asks all the justice they deserve, but it's been hard lately.

Recently, there's been a big change in my life that has been affecting me a lot emotionally. I'm doing okay now, but It was a lot to process.

I feel like you guys at least should get some kind of update. My biggest fear is that it's affecting the way I talk. And I don't want to accidentally upset people. That's like my biggest fear.

I don't want to get into what upset me so much. But it made me realize that I should probably reach out more. I feel secluded in how things are and have been. All this sadness and loneliness isn't good. Stepping out of my comfort zone is gonna be something...

[pixelatedtaken]

Blitzø's Name In The End Credits

A while ago, I saw someone point out that Blitzø's name on recent episodes (in the credits) had an X over the O and went to check it out. It turned out to be true and decided to keep track of it until it'll change again.

I wasn't going to search deeper than that, mostly waiting on how it'll go but I decided to check if it was any different than the ø that we're supposed to know. So...

When I saw this in season 1 episode 1, my jaw was on the floor.

I'm sure people have pointed this out before, I've only seen about the recent X over the O but I'm sure this ain't new. Part of me had noticed but when months pass between episodes and you don't actually pay attention to the credits, the change is so minor that it kind of never happened in my mind.

But the fact of the matter is-

all of season 1 had Blitzø's name written with the o. No "silent O", just Blitzo. Until...

Queen Bee.

If people were around, they know Queen Bee did not release after Ozzie's but we're pretty certain it was done way before season 2 began (even though it released in the middle of it). Anyway.

Maybe the change from the o without a line and the ø with the line wasn't so weird when it happened, especially since season 2 was out and the change had already been implemented, as seen below ↓

But it only lasts up until Western Energy. After that...

The X appears.

This is definitely on purpose, I simply can't figure out the purpose. My only theory is that it's supposed to represent Blitzø's declining mental health and severe self-hatred/low self-image taking a hold. I do not know. I can only point out the events on the previous episodes before the changes were done.

Ozzie's/Finale: Blitzø was faced with his past in the most disastrous way, ending with the start of his relationship with Stolas falling apart. His self image crumbled further.

Western Energy: Blitzø was faced with the fact that Stolas can get/be hurt. His view of the immortal/untouchable Stolas crumbled. Assumption, he might blame himself for not being there.

I don't know, I'm just thinking and I'll probably be obsessed with this until we see what else they do.

[lightninglux3]

“Is that why that little fucking twink boy was trying to offer me chocolates this morning?!”

Wanted!

Dead or alive (preferably dead) one known as Mazi.

Reason: stole my fucking husband after cheating with him.

i will reward whoever can bring me his head with whatever they want (except for my husband he's mine)

(Ps dont tell eros or zeus)

@the-great-emperor-commodus @that-roman-arsonist @the-goddess-aphrod1te @cloak-of-ares @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @change-and-flourish

[papidiaz]

I've been struggling with something that I'm sure might be happening to some of you too. So the thing is, when I'm reading a buddie fic I can't stop picturing Eddie with the mustache, I just can't get it out of my head.

All the Eddies in my head look like this and I can't avoid it:

I don't know what I'm gonna do when they shave it off because I have grown quite fond of it.

[bunnwich]

It's Supposed to Be Fun

(a letter to my friends in the twst fandom)

I've been wanting to make this post for a while and these thoughts may seem scattered but I’m gonna try to express them. 

Lately, I have seen many friends and moots that either are leaving the fandom or feel guilty over not having posted in a while or losing interest in twst. On the other side, I also have friends being harassed.

This a reminder to remember why you joined this community to begin with. I know that keeping up with the fast-moving pace of fandom and comparing ourselves to others, can skew our perspective on these things.

It’s supposed to be fun. 

Why do we post art or write? Sure, partly for recognition, there's no denying that. But, why do we create, I mean really? For enjoyment. Not for others, not to be “popular” FOR JOY.

So, whether you’re dealing with people critiquing you or feeling guilty about not creating. My question is this: Why waste so much of your time on something that makes you miserable?

Did it stop being fun? Why? Haters? Loss of interest?

To my friends who feel guilty for not creating and not sure if they lost interest in twst: 

Don’t feel guilty. At one time, the creation of your twst content was natural. It's what you did for fun with friends or for yourself. Revisit that mindset and think - if creating twst content now will bring that same joy it did before.

If the answer is no, then maybe it’s time to pivot. It’s okay for interests to fade. It doesn’t mean that time, memories, or the friends you made are lost. Connect with your friends, we will understand! We still love you! It's not a race there's no time limit, just pick up were you want to. Draw fanart of old events or OCs.

To my friends who have been harassed: 

I say this with sincerity…. People who harass others over fictional characters are fucking losers.

Like… There’s no other eloquent way to encapsulate it. I’m starting to not care for the reason anymore - If you harass or be shady to others over a ship or fictional character. CONGRATS! YOU ARE A LOSER.

We all join fandoms as a hobby, for fun. We’re all just kids in the sandbox playing pretend again… and if you are the type of person to go up just to “kick the doll out of someone’s hand" or make commentary on how “their way of playing is wrong." You’re a loser. I have a life outside of twst, we all do. Someone saying my ship is wrong or cringe is just so laughable to me. We have to make fun of these people more for being so goddamn lame.

Imagine being so unhappy that when you see someone having fun you HAVE to comment on it. By all means, if it gets you through the day...talk shit to close friends or even post about it on your own blog. (THAT WAS ALWAYS ALLOWED.) Don't bother creators directly. Don't be a loser. I sure see tolerance leave people’s bodies when they see a fandom opinion they don't like. (And this is coming from someone who has lots of opinions on these things! But that's why I always put the disclaimers that, hey this is just MY opinion.)

Discussion is one thing, unhelpful comments are another. We shouldn’t give these people the time of day. Curate your online space. Yes, when you post things online you are subjecting yourself to scrutiny. But, we as creators need to stop letting these people have power over us. Period. We do this for free!! FOR FUN. The best thing you can do is create shamelessly.

Delete weird replies, block whoever you need to do to rid yourself of these people who have nothing better to do. Keep your peace. It’s supposed to be for fun. You don’t owe anyone a response.

The twst fandom is like a little family to me and I guess I feel protective over the people in it?  I have made many friends and memories because I joined it. And even dispite a handful of the negative experiences (AKA: A couple of “losers" that I’ve had to deal with.) I’ll always look fondly back on this time.

The key for me has always been to just…create for myself. I originally made bunnwich for me and one friend to make fun little arts about our Yuu’s and now I get to have lots of friends to share it with! I’ve transitioned from an OC blog to probably more of an Oc x Canon blog…but I don’t care tbh. I just…draw what I feel like. I know there are people who probably dislike me for that or feel strange about my content and that’s fine. I’m still gonna keep drawing it, loser.  

And I just want you guys to do the same, twst or not.

I can’t forget that all my followers and friends are a bonus, if I had never joined tumblr I’d still be drawing the silly shit I draw in peace. And while yes, I do want to grow as an artist and sell more merch and keep growing... I can’t forget my initial excitement for this silly little game. I like to talk about it. I like to write about it. It inspires me.

It’s supposed to be fun. Please remember that. I know it can be discouraging to have others being shitty to you. Or going through a creative drought. But, try not to let this stop you from creating what you love.

[flamingpudding]

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, vigilantes are chasing thee...

Two are red, one is blue, the yellow one punched him too...

Now he's running for his life...

Cause the small one got a knife...

[lampfaced]

I am suddenly interested in the Navi 👀

[faenaussa]

On a work trip, at the airport in the security line. Pull out both of my laptops (work and personal) and all my photography equipment, and all the other work equipment, then put them into the bin. Continue on with my baggage in another bin, taking shoes off, etc.

TSA agent sees my perfectly arranged bucket after the 5th person in a row next to me asks if they have to take electronics out of their bag. He holds up my bucket and says, "Everyone should make their buckets look just like this," before turning to me and continuing with, "I like you, you know exactly what to do."

I nod and walk to the body scanner. I hold my arms up as the machine whirs around me and think to myself, "I'm getting a good grade in airport security, which is possible to achieve and normal to want."

There's a noticeable pep in my step for the rest of the walk to my gate while I lament the specific type of brain rot that I must have.

[hailruth]

i appreciate the fact that many online spaces for witchcraft, (neo)paganism, occultism, etc. have become exponentially more mindful of cultural appropriation over the years. but i NEVER see this extend to the appropriation of kabbalah. it infuriates me to no end. you seriously think you have any idea what you're talking about when """practicing kabbalah"""?? every book you're "learning" from was written by an antisemite who doesn't know jack shit about they're saying. i hear your "ideas" and "interpretations" and "teachings" of kabbalah and i laugh.

you seriously think you could ever understand kabbalah while also spitting on the people it belongs to? you can never remove a heart from its body and expect it to continue to beat.

[marshmallowcat666]

I’m currently hyperfixated rereading Ftfo and can barely do any drawing but I’m trying!!! ‘^’ Designs are easier to draw for some reason so might see only those for a bit T-T

anyways have my version of Lord Lunar’s Gemini! They get fun new outfits!!!

[qcomicsy]

Sometimes I feel like only Peter Parker gets how humbling it is to be poor jesus christ. I am enjoying my time despite not being my cup of tea (I am a dialogue person, I love dialogue I love dialogue as a dog loves little delicious treats. 60's comics unfortunately do not have the best kind of dialogues). But I am enjoying it, almost as a concept, hecause Stan Lee and Robin Dikto do not have the fear to show a pathetic little man, they don't have the embarrassment of showing your hero getting rejected by the girl, forgetting to let his suit dry and having to wear a wet scrunky suit, showing him being arrogant, being annoying, a very very antisocial guy.

I think reading so so many comics where it's clear how much the writers are trying to make the hero sound cool, the smartest, handsomest and smoothies guy in the room.

Peter is kind of a breath of fresh air. He gets it, he really does. He's not cool, he's not there yet. He's a kid doing dumb shit. Trying to do better, failing and failing and trying. No wonder so many people who got to read his comics as they were growing up hold Peter so close to their heart.

Because he's the proof you can try again, you can fuck up, in ten, twenty, thirty hell maybe forty years from now it won't matter. Just try again. Stand up. Try again.

@sciderman talks a lot about how Spider-Man is about reaching manhood and I've never get it, sure as a concept yes but I couldn't grasp why. Now I do.

It's not about waking up and being the man you should be, being responsible for having a cool montage of getting better and better. Nah it's the every day thing. Peter isn't (at least what I am getting of the comics while I read at my pace and time) the representation of becoming the power and responsability thing, he is the representation of having this as a goal. And trying each day.

[professoroaksboytoy]

Oct 2021 // Aug 2023

[gingersnapwolves]

so despite my desire to not think about politics for a while, my dad has become OBSESSED with leaving the USA. which, okay. understandable. he has actually talked about this for many years.

but now he won't stop doomscrolling and sending articles to me and my siblings and I'm like. my dude. please chill a little.

and this past weekend we got together and talked about it and I was like "I don't know anything about the logistics. I don't speak any other languages. Most countries are not panting to take in a zillion American refugees. I have no money. I have four pets. My wife has an elderly, semi-disabled mother and is her primary support. It is not as simple as hopping on a plane to Uruguay!" like I probably would if I could but it's MUCH more complicated than "Trump got elected so we are leaving right now!"

today he emails me with yet ANOTHER article and he said, among other things, "While I understand all the issues that you are facing, I don’t understand why you can’t see that your life will be much better in 20 years somewhere else in this world."

my dude. it's not about us not seeing that. I swear to you that it isn't. please stop with the passive aggressive bullshit. he's gonna drive me bonkers, I swear.

[kitsunexgari]

Summary: During a party you're attending with Byung-hun, you run into an old flame. Thanks to a little too much booze you end up kissing him, but you are caught. Obviously, Byung-hun isn't too happy with this situation and he decides to teach you a lesson about who you belong to when you get home. Tags: Dom/sub, Knifeplay, Blood Kink, Restraints, Riding Crops, Spanking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fear Play, Butt Plugs, Slapping, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Scarification, Marking, Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane Notes: This is meant as a fictional scenario and is not meant to reflect any sort of real life situation. It should be considered as extremely alternate universe.

"What is it about him huh? You couldn't just stop  yourself?" He demands as you get back to the house. You sigh, it wasn't just as black and white as stopping yourself but you weren’t exactly sure how to explain it. There was some kind of history there, a weird one but still there. It wasn't like it was just a superficial crush. You had gotten to know him over time and you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from one little kiss. Even if you knew it was wrong since you had someone else now. 

"First of all, you need to sober up," You warn and head for the kitchen to grab him a bottle of water. He follows after you close behind; you know he’s not happy but you also understand why. You know the booze is making him more riled up than he normally would be, and that is only going to make it much harder to talk to him. You turn and hold the water out to him, he glares at you but takes it anyway. "Secondly, I mean okay he's an old friend, someone that I knew before I ever you and I still do happen to find him very attractive. Yeah, it’s stupid I may have had a crush on him at some point, I guess those feelings came back up. Happens to the best of us. He was a bad boy and I was young and stupid but I like that whole-" 

"A bad boy..." He cuts you off as he opens the bottle of water, "That guy, that pretty guy in the suit, a bad boy?"

"Maybe, at one time, it was just a fantasy I guess. Obviously I wouldn't like him if he were really a-" 

"Psycho killer is that what you want now?" He asks then takes a few gulps of water and moves to the counter pulling a knife from the wooden block where it’s sitting. He turns towards you holding it up to your face. "I can give you psycho killer, I'm fucking Lucifer if that’s what you want.”

"I-" 

"You...your the one who gave me my power little girl." He grins. You can’t deny what he’s doing is really hot. It isn’t giving you a dangerous vibe at all, he knows you like this because you had flat out admitted it to him in a hot tub one night. Your fantasy, how badly you wanted it. The whole thing about pushing it to the extreme and not stopping unless you use the safe word. Though he is upset, or had been, you can see the shift. The air has changed. For whatever reason this had stirred up that part of him that feels he could fulfill the fantasy you have. Perhaps what it took to spark this feeling was seeing you do that. Kiss another man. 

"My fantasy was about an actual human, not the devil." You say softly after another moment. "Also to be caught off guard and well...I like this whole thing but you're drunk and we shouldn't do this." It kind of pains you to say it. Boy do you want to do it. You even realize the thrill of doing it while he is less inhibited than usual, which isn’t even that much to start with. The danger of doing something that reckless is intoxicating but you know you shouldn't. It went against the rules and if they started to break the rules, then where would they be? You move past him, testing the waters a bit. Wanting to see if he remembers the rest of what you said. About not stopping until you call the safe word. No matter how much you protest. You hear him growl as you pass but you don’t  hear him following. That’s kind of a bummer. 

You head into the bathroom and strip out of your shoes and dress then walk over to the shower. You turn it on and step up to the sink so you can take your hair down. You’d gotten it done professionally for the party. They'd used all sorts of clips and pins and you didn't know where. It was much easier to take it down while looking in a mirror than trying to guess. As you pull the last pin from your hair the lights in there flicker and go out entirely. It wouldn't have been so bad other than the fact that it made things nearly pitch black. There is some light coming in through the window but not much. 

"Byung-hun?" You call. Since it is summer and has been unusually hot, you wouldn't have been anywhere near surprised if there were rolling blackouts again. You sigh and start to blindly find your way back towards the bedroom. Eventually you find where you tossed your purse down and get your phone out. Flicking on the flashlight you shine it around the room. "BYUNG-HUN!" From outside you can hear a dog barking in the distance, though that only lasts a moment before it stops. You head out into the hallway, still just in your bra and panties. Stockings and garter belt as well. He seems to like that sort of thing so you’d worn it on purpose to the party to tease him. 

Stepping into the hall you shine the flashlight one way, pausing to try to remember where the hell the fuse box is. It seems the lights are out in the entire house. You guess it could be a problem with that but maybe it was just another rolling blackout. You turn your phone so the screen is facing you, intending to Google blackouts in the area to confirm your theory. Out of nowhere, you are grabbed from behind. A leather gloved hand presses over your mouth tightly. It startles you enough to drop your phone as you are pulled back a few feet.  

"I don't think anyone's here to help you. Haven't seen people around," The voice was definitely Byung-hun’s so at least that calms you. Slightly. To be fair, he'd done a good job of this and you really like the way your heart is pounding in your chest. "Now, you're going to do what I fucking say or you're going to fucking regret it. Understood?" You feel him shift and a second after that, the cold metal of a knife pressed to the side of your throat. You gasp softly, closing your eyes. He is really going for it, isn’t he? 

"Y-yes..." You say into his hand even though it is considerably muffled. 

"That's my good girl, now...I think we're going to start by showing me what you want to do with him hmmm? Bet you'd just love to be sucking his cock  right now, huh?" He asks. 

"No! I-"  

"Of course you would you stupid whore..." He chuckles darkly. Oddly enough, as much as you recognized the voice as his it was still different. Like he is playing a character or something. It is deeper, smoother, much more savage. It’s just different enough to drive you crazy. You’ve never heard him speak in this manner before. 

"Come on now, start walking." You don’t have a choice either way because he is so much bigger than you. You are just turned and he starts to force you down the hall towards where the bedroom is. When you are about 5 feet from the door he shoves you away from him and towards it. You stumble then turn to look back. He definitely has a knife. He must have kept it with him when you left the kitchen. 

"Open it, go on." He shoves the knife in her face. You swallow hard and nod, reaching toward to grab the knob and twist it to push the door open. As it swings back he grabs you by the hair violently and pulls you inside with him, shoving you down onto your knees quickly. "Stay there, don't fucking move." 

"Yes uh..."

"Sir is fine," He chuckles moving towards the dresser where you keep most of the toys you have around for fun. You turn your head to see what he’s doing. He hasn’t positioned you correctly for you to see exactly what might be going on. "DON'T FUCKING MOVE WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST TELL YOU?" 

"S-Sorry." You yelp turning your head back so you are looking forward instead of over your shoulder. 

"Repeat it, bitch, what did I just fucking tell you?" He insists. 

"Not to move, sir." You say. 

"So you can hear, good to know," He growls. You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. This is far more intense than anything you’d ever experienced with him but you are loving it. You glance around the room then over to the door. Part of you wonders what he’ll do if you run. Would he keep going? Still play along? Get worse? You wait until he sounds distracted. Rifling through the items in the dresser. You scramble to your feet and yank the door open before racing out of there as fast as you can. "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" 

You scream, tearing down the hall and going for the stairs. Just as you are about to reach them you are tackled to the ground, hard. He pins you there, pressing the palm of his hand to the side of your face. Pushing your cheek into the carpet. Your heart is pounding in your chest but she are loving every second of it. 

"LET ME GO!" You scream at him, and like you mean it, trying to test him on this. 

"Right, the guy with the fucking knife who came in here just to fuck that sweet ass is going to let you go. What fun would that be?" He taunts. You scream again but he just ignores it, pulling your arms back behind you and tying them in place. It seems like he more than likely had just picked up the rope when you made a break for it. Shit he is good at this.

"PLEASE! I'M SORRY!"

"Sorry about what? That you're such a goddamn, cock teasing whore?" He snarls, getting down by your face to do it, even drooling on you a bit. You cry out in disgust and he very easily pulls you up onto your feet again. You try to drag them, lock up, anything you can but it isn’t working. He is very easily able to pull you back to where you had been before because the stockings on your feet made it painfully simple to slide you around. 

"What are you gonna do now? Huh? Tough guy? Hands are behind my back!" You snap at him. The door had shut behind him, and though you knew you probably shouldn't be a smart ass right now you want to test it. Since it is ultimately safe to do this with him, and you know it, you want to see what might happen. Challenge him a bit. Not letting go of you for a second he drags you into the bedroom and shoves you to your knees like he had before.  "Stay the fuck there," He warns, shoving the knife in your face. "DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" 

"OKAY!" You yell back. He growls again and steps away from you but only for a second. The next thing you know he is putting a blindfold over your eyes. A good one too. Something very specifically meant to block out your sight entirely. With your arms restrained as they are and this blindfold tied around your head you aren’t going anywhere he doesn’t let you, that is for sure. He pulls you back up to your feet and quite rudely shoves you onto the bed, pinning you down on your stomach. 

"Now, bitch, I'm going to untie you, do not fucking try to fight me. You won't win. I'm gonna get exactly what the fuck I came here for." He warns you. You groan softly, unable to help it, as you feel the holds around your wrist release. You do jerk back and try to fight but he has you pinned too well. It only takes a few more movements to get you onto your back and yank your arms up over your head where he uses the rope to tie them in place to the headboard. "Try to get out of that you sneaky bitch." 

"Let me go!" You whine loudly. 

"Go? Oh I don't think so...party is just getting started sweetheart!" He says then laughs the most evil laugh you’ve heard yet. It sends chills through your body but, it doesn’t matter. You are hot. Burning. All you want is him and he probably knows it at that point. It is why he isn’t giving it to you. He is in control and he wants to prove it. He wants to win. 

"Please...Master I-" 

"You what?" He asks, "Think I need to teach you a damn lesson. You fight back, you run away from me and you think I'm going to be fucking nice?" 

"I don't-" 

"You don't what?" He snaps back at you. "Everyone saw you there tonight, you bitch...and I'm going to make sure you remember you always remember who your real Master is. Got that shit? ANSWER!"

  "Yes sir!" You yell back instantly, mostly because his voice is jarring as hell. He makes it feel like your heart is going to leap right out of your throat. You only crave  more. 

"Good," He says, "Prepare for a night you won't soon forget, little girl." You hear him chuckle as he takes a few steps away from you. You whine loudly, a sound which only gets louder once you feel the cold metal of a blade pressing against your stomach. You shiver as he runs it over your skin. Down towards the waistband of your panties. He cuts them off roughly before pressing the flat of the blade over your clit. It is nearly enough to get you to cum but he pulls back just in time causing you to scream angrily. 

"PLEASE!" 

"You really think you deserve to cum that fast? Huh? Stupid bitch," He snarls and slaps your inner thigh. You squeal and struggle as he cuts off your bra next, crying out when he actually cuts you. Nothing too dangerous, feels only like a scratch. You moan, laying back, trying to relax but it is so hard. You didn't think you’d ever want to cum so badly in your life. "You look good like this, real good but you'd look even better with my initials carved into that pretty little body of yours." 

"W-What?" You whisper. Oddly enough, you aren’t opposed to this. At least not in the moment but will he really do it? You are aware this is a terrible idea but fuck does it turn you on and you don’t want to stop him. You refuse to stop him. Being marked like that as his? Fuck you can’t think of a better suggestion. Plus you kind of want to see if he will do it. If he is still going by the set guidelines. Only stop if you call the safe word. Well, you weren’t going to call it just wait to see what might happen.

"Yeah how about...here?" He says moving the knife right to your neck, "Huh that would probably kill you. The blood would be amazing though...let's see...." He starts to trail the knife down towards more of the center of your chest, pressing hard enough that it was definitely leaving a mark just not slicing you open. He stops when he gets above your heart. 

"Sir-" 

"Shut the FUCK up you don't get a FUCKING say in this!" He roars at you. You mewl softly but shut your mouth, your hands clench into fists above your head. This is going to hurt but fuck do you want it. Will he do it though? Will he actually do it? You hold your breath. "Yes right here above that pretty little heart of yours." After that, he doesn’t hesitate to make the first cut. You scream but he just continues. You can feel the letters as he works, the shape of it. The knife is damn sharp so it is easy enough to do. The hot blood spills out over your skin. Enough to feel it but not enough that it’s gushing either. This will scar but it certainly won’t kill you. By the time he finishes you are so stunned he had actually done it you can barely speak. Your body is completely on fire with arousal. He is going to have to do very little to make you cum after that and you know it. 

"There we go, much better. Now everyone's going to fucking know..." He snarls. There is a pause as he pills his gloves off. His fingers moving to dip into the blood and smear it down your chest over your stomach. You groaned, arching up towards his touch. "You're more of a fucking slut than I imagined." 

"Please just-" 

"What? Fuck you? Fuck you after all this shit? You think that's what you're getting? Oh no...not that easy bitch. You still gotta pay the price." He warns. "Gonna make sure you're screaming my name by the end of this, and it will only ever be my name again. Understood?" 

"Y-Yes sir." You reply breathlessly. 

"What name is that then? Huh?" He asks, slapping your cheeks roughly to get your attention, which is good because you were in such an aroused haze you can barely think. 

“Byung-hun..." 

"Damn fucking right it is." He says. You hear him take a few steps away from you, back towards the dresser before returning. "So what to do with you? Hmmm? I can see how bad you fucking wanted, I can smell it. Can't control yourself? No, no I knew that already. Little slut like you, have to watch you all the fucking time." Without any sort of warning he slaps your cunt with what feels like a riding crop he has grabbed. You squeal and twist under him before he does it again. 

"I'm sorry!" 

"No you're not but you're certainly going to be." He tells you, slapping you twice more. You scream in frustration. The slaps are enough to cause pleasure but the sting after takes away any ability for you to actually orgasm. You are right on the edge, trying to push up towards him but because of the stockings on your feet, you keep slipping. "You're just a worthless fucktoy you know, my worthless fucktoy. Say it!" He slaps your stomach with the crop. You let out a yelp. 

"I-I'm your...your fucktoy." You breathe. 

"What was that? Huh?" He demands slapping your stomach again. 

"I'M YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKTOY SIR!" You scream.   "That's right, here for my pleasure not yours not anyone else's but mine. Gonna learn that lesson tonight, gonna learn it real good." He says. He comes around the bed and unties you, making quick work of getting you back onto your knees. Not that you were even thinking about resisting him at that point. There is the sound of movement, you hear his slacks unzipping and he grabs the back of your head. "Open your fucking mouth." You do as you are told really easily and his cock is jammed in there seconds later. 

You can feel how aroused he is by this, taste it. It only fuels you more. You try to work your mouth and tongue but he has another idea. His grip tightens and he starts to shove you down on him, then pull back. Up and down, up and down, rougher and rougher. You are gagging so harshly and so loudly you can barely catch your breath. Just when you think you might panic he stops, shoving you back. Like he can sense it somehow. You take in a gasp of air and start to cough, your hands moving up to your throat. As you try to catch your breath he yanks you up and shoves you over the bed. Pulling your hands in front of you again he restrains you so you are bent over across it, at the waist. He comes around behind you and slaps your ass roughly a few times. You cry out, jerking at the harsh treatment but, only wanting more.  There is another pause and then something presses against your ass. You can feel the lube on it, and it isn’t huge. This is good cause you’d never done this before. 

"Oh God..." 

"What's that? You don't want this in your ass?" He asks, "You really think that shit matters right now?" 

"Depends on what-" 

"No...no it fucking doesn't." He cuts you off and shoves it in anyway. You scream, then moan, the moment it is in you know it is a plug. One of the smaller ones in your collection, because you hadn't really intended to use it. Even if previously you were convinced you’d hate this, at the moment it was nice. Very nice. Unexpectedly nice. Possibly because you are so damn aroused and it is some kind of penetration even if it is not the kind you want. "There we go." 

"Oh God please just fuck me!" You scream, unable to keep yourself from shaking at that point. 

"I really don't think you should be talking to Master that way if you want anything soon..." He warns you then slaps your ass again. You groan and press her cheek against the bed, closing your eyes tightly under the blindfold. He comes around so he is standing in front of you, using his hands to guide yours to his cock. You take it and start to stroke it firmly like he is attempting to show you to do. For some reason. "Feel this? Huh?" 

"Y-Yes sir..." You whisper. 

"Good, you want this? Cause you fucking did it." He growls. 

"I-I know sir...please I-" 

"You what? Hmmm?" He slapped her hands away, "You're a worthless fucktoy, aren't you?" 

"Yes...yes sir." 

"SAY IT!" 

"I'm a worthless fucktoy." You breathe.

"And who does that fucktoy belong to?" He asks like he was talking to some kind of lap dog. 

"You, Sir. I belong to you." You reply. 

"That's my good girl." He chuckles. He steps away and you can hear his footsteps walk back around the other side of the bed then behind you. Then there is silence. A lot of it. You whine and struggle wondering what the fuck he is doing. This seems to drag on for an eternity before he grabs your hips and slams into your cunt from behind. It is enough to trigger an orgasm but he starts to pound into you relentlessly. Seeming not to actually care what you are enjoying and what you aren’t. Which only makes it better. You really were a fucktoy now but you were his. "Say it bitch...say it again..." 

"I belong to…you…sir…" 

"That's fucking right! WHO FUCKING OWNS YOU?" 

"You do!!" You scream, your hands clenching into fists again trying to jerk upwards from the restraints. 

"DAMN. FUCKING. RIGHT. IT. FUCKING. IS!" He yells back, punctuating each word with a brutal slap to your ass. He grabs your hips again, tightly enough that you are pretty sure you’ll have bruises there too. "Wanna cum again? Huh? Cum for Daddy like the worthless fucktoy you fucking are?" 

"Yes-" 

"What?" 

"YES DADDY PLEASE!" You scream, slipping up as she you are unable to think clearly. He leans in closer to you, over you, a hand slipping under to get to your clit. He then literally bites into your shoulder, enough you feel the skin break in a few places. This coinciding with what his fingers are doing giving you the most intense orgasm you’d ever had in your life. You scream, bucking against him roughly, all the air leaving your lungs.

The very next thing you are aware of is him saying your name. Maybe. You heard his voice, not the sexy killer voice he'd been doing before but his actual voice. The fuck had happened? Had you blacked out? 

"Are you okay?" This time it was far more clear.

"Shit....shit I'm fine I'm fine I swear..." You managed to spit out a moment later. "Fuck...oh god I didn't ruin it for you did I?" 

"No..." He says breathlessly then you hear him laugh. The blindfold is untied from your head quickly after that. He comes around to the other side of the bed and reaches to untie you. "I uh....I mean I was paying attention but I uh...well I came right about when you did and kind of took me a moment to realize something was wrong so I mean it was great then kind of scary but not ruined." 

"Oh...good." You whisper then try to stand up and immediately collapse onto the floor since your legs are too weak. He rushes over to the other side of the bed, picking you up from the floor and pulling you into his arms easily enough. You look at him, with what you assume is the dumbest smile on your face ever.  "That was...amazing." You breathe. 

"You're sure you're okay?" He asks, looking down at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. 

"You have no idea," You whisper, "I fucking wanted that, needed it, and you delivered. You're amazing. You're sure I didn't...ruin it?" 

"No...not even a little." He says and hugs you close. You wrap your arms around his neck a bit tighter, to help him out as he carries you through the door and into the bathroom. Resting against him, your eyes started to close. That had been insane, and pretty addictive. Though it wasn't something you think you really wanted to do all the time, you don’t regret a second of it. You are pretty sure that you have found the perfect match. Hopefully you’d be able to hold onto for a long time. 

[mossy-fuzz]

Do you know what it feels like?

[mildlyintelligentdumbass]

honestly abed was so real for not even caring about free drinks and just having someone's attention to talk about his interests. even if the other person had ulterior motives, at least they were listening.

but on an even realer note he should've gone and talked to troy about them. and also had gay sex with him.