#I'VE GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU FUCKERS.

[cleargladiatorchild]

One thing about SPN is that there is a huge emphisis on having disfunctional families, and things like parental issues (lots of focus on those daddy issues) and so many characters have to work to overcome their trauma with parental figures (INCLUDING SAM AND DEAN) And then the writers had the gall to make Dean treat Jack like THAT.

You know what I mean? Dean treated Jack like shit in the beginning, like what happened to 'family don't end in blood, but it doesn't start there either' huh? So many times in SPN we see people overcoming their parental set backs, and being different than their families want them to be, or "against their nature" and Dean has seen it and done it himself, so why did't he think Jack could? This is also building on the fact that Dean is the one that is good with kids, Dean is always the one to interact with, comfort, etc. with kids, and even after all of that the writers still made him treat Jack, a kid with a bad situation, like he was evil.

[stellocchia]

I've been bullying my boy Killer too much lately, so you guys are getting some fluffy headcanons for a change:

At some point, he picks up body painting. Color's bones are too sensitive for that kind of stuff (paint getting into the small cracks would NOT be fun) so Delta is his favorite canvas

Dust, Cross, and Epic also get themselves painted sometimes (Dust does face only, while with Cross and Epic it depends on their mood), while Horror has the same issues as Color. That said, Horror and Color appreciate the view, and Color has gotten plenty of cool pictures out of it

Killer can see Beta, XChara, Phantom, and all of Color's souls, mainly because they're all somewhat connected to the players/creators. As in they're a direct result of their actions. He uses this ability for evil exclusively (aka pulling pranks on his friends and getting them to snoop for him so he can know what the perfect present would be for them)

He doesn't remember his original birthday at all. He remembers very little of his life. Still, his friends insisted that he couldn't be without one so he chose the 20th of April (4/20, because he's a dumbass). Epic approved. Everyone else groaned

He hates surprises, so his first birthday was meticulously planned and approved days in advance. He loved every second of it. They took him to a natural reserve in an AU he never explored before and they hiked there the whole day. Killer got to pet a bear. Even the guide was surprised he didn't get mauled for it, but Killer gets Disney Princess privileges

He says his comfort food is specifically the grilled cheese sandwiches Horror makes. Truthfully, he can't taste anything, but Horror is so happy any time he hears it and any time he's cooking them (he used to make them for his bro all the time before the food crisis) and that's enough to make them Killer's favorite

He loves using makeup. He met an Underlust Sans one time at a shop who is also a small content creator and he started appearing in his videos as literally just a canvas for all the experimental makeup. He's quite the heart-throb with the viewers. He's got pretty boy privileges. (His friends were just happy to see him becoming more social, because he clearly is a very extroverted guy and he was suffering mostly staying inside all the time)

He and Color sometimes disappear for days at a time, getting lost in their explorations, so their friends have gotten them any piece of equipment they could think of that could aid their survival. And Horror has been learning how to make dehydrated food so it will be easier for them to pack more provisions

Stage 3 has built an excessive amount of dens, all filled to the brim woth pieces of clothing belonging to its friends. This is partially because all of those fuckers keep enabling it. They see those big empty eyes staring at them and immediately give it a pile of clothes they're not using at the time. Stage 3 has several dens in each of their homes

At some point, Stage 2 gets particularly clingy with Delta (may have something to do with Delta punching Nightmare in the face for daring to get close to Killer again). Both of them deny that that's what's happening, but it's common to find them latched onto each other in the weirdest of places. Their favorite place to totally-not-cuddle is the top of the fridge

Stage 4 finally gets some friends. Not owners, friends. They're kinda like its pack. It would have hated that at the start, but, after a while, the responsibility of keeping its pack safe became enough to keep it happy and in line. Color's still wearing the heart locket just in case though. But they usually don't need it

[writingoddess1125]

The Canary

Me and stupid shit again

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"Ah, 50k in debt for a linguistic degree you didnt get while working at a grocery store- Can't get any better then that!"

You had said that morning- Your sarcasm rolling off your tongue like a goddammit curse as you headed off to work.

And yet here you are now...

Your ass tied up on the floor of the grocery store while men armed to the teeth walked around talking- you felt oddly fortunate however, these guys were clearly grunts at the bottom of the food chain in terms of 'bad guys' hell they were speaking a language you had studied so you could pick up what they were saying as well.

You had been in the meat section when the explosion went off- The cow statue having saved your ass from being turned into a tube of ground beef, but now you were a hostage..

Greaattt.

"Hamil told us we needed the hostages, 6 of them exactly for this while they set up the explosives down the block.. we just gotta wait for the signal" The man said in the different language. You taking mental note of this-

You spot a little girl and her mother among your fellow hostages, your heart breaking at rhe sight as you saw the man approach her. Her mother clearly trying to undo her child's rope and get her to slip away down the aisle. However pausing when one of the men approached her and the girl.

"Hamil said Makarov gave us the clear so we could do as we pleased as we wait right?" The man said, one of his peers rolling his eyes in disgust and calling him dirty.

"Whatever we got some time to kill" He grumbled, beginning to undo his belt as he grabbed the screaming mother who was trying to shield her daughter away from the possible assault. You sitting up fully at this point and your brain going on autopilot.

"Woah Woah Woah Man! Got that weak of game you have to rape some Mom now?!" You yelled, the man pausing his actions. Tossing the sobbing women away from him and marching to you angrily fixing his belt-

"What did you say?" He hissed angrily flashing his gun at you. "I'll fuck your mother how about that-"

He said angrily, You took note of all the men now staring at you and not at the other hostages- Keeping them distracted... maybe enough for the little girl to slip away?

"I've already fucked your mom asshole- I have her saved as slip and slide on my phone" You say with a crooked grin- A few of the men snickering at your joke, Oh Fuck Yeah!

"What did you say!? Do you not see the situation you're in now?" He growled.

"Aww can't take a joke big guy? Come one gotta lighten it up somehow-" You see in your peripherals the girl slipping away as you chattered.

"Got a big mouth huh? Why don't we put it to use?" He chimed, you really wanting to turn this guy away from molesting you or anyone else.

"Listen it would be a waste of space- like if you throw a hotdog in a cave" You chimed, smiling as he looked ready to rip you apart but instead punched you across the face. OWWW!!

"Is it BDSM tuesday?.. Eh not doing it for me though big guy maybe rub your nipples and give me a wink?" You say, His friend who had called his dirty giving a hearty laugh at this.

The man glared down at you and spit in your face, clearly wanting to kill you in some way but needed you and the others for their plan. You pretended to taste it like a fine wine, Looking him in the eye.

"Oh?~ Cock flavored spit?- New Age?" You chimed making the man face red as a tomato in rage as his mate to the left laughed.

"Was this a little self yoga or did Unicorn overthrew give a hand?"

He smacked you with his pistol making you cry out-

Fuck that hurt!!

You defiently had a cracked bone somewhere in your face and the fresh taste of blood in your mouth didn't exactly help those feelings.

"Say something smart now!" He yelled angrily.

"A pistol whip!? What is this 1995? Give your balls a tug you tit fucker! Or are they so shriveled up you can't grab them?" You say with a smile, the man grabbing your collar and pressing the gun to your temple.

"I no longer care what Hamil wants! I'm killing this little bastard!" He screamed, you wincing at his breath.

"You can't! I don't want Makarov on my ass!" His peer yelled ready to pry him off you.

"Just put a sock in their mouth or something if they are bitching that much!"

"Well if you're gonna kill me so close a breath mint would be nice? You do realize Tiktacs aren't just a penis size right?" You chuckle nervously, you eyes catching a shadow moving behind the men now all staring at you. Their backs turned to the shadows.

"You know what- I'll shut up after one last joke? Eh?" You say nervously, The man yous been tormenting cocking his gun- you see a man silently stalk out, a skull mask covering his face as 4 others moved in perfect formation behind him.

"No more fucking jokes!" He yells, rage in his eyes.

"Okay- But I tried" You say cheerfully before closing your eyes. In seconds gunfire went off around you and quick screams surrounded you.

"Clear!" You hear sounded as you crack open your eye to take a peak.

"Holy fuck-" You sigh out and give a nervous laugh. Looking at the dead men now littering the ground as the soilders file into the area quickly-

The guy in the skullmask- The one who you spotted getting into position behind the guys comes to you and undoes the rope around your wrist in record time as the other men do the same to your fellow hostages.

"A medic will be here soon to check over your injuries" He said in a surprisingly deep voice- accident not lost on your either. He reached a hand down to either help you up or pick you up to extract you from the area.

You grab the man's vest quickly to stop him before he could, He stares at you hard in confusion.

"Listen, Those guys said that there were bombs down the block and were waiting for a signal. They have others- I can understand them and thwy said they followed someone name Hamil who talks to Makarov... I-Im a linguists and um.. can understand them" You say quickly, The masked man narrows his eyes at this and speaks into a radio on his side.

"We have info that more bombs are down the block- Scout the area and evacuate further" he said as he went back to helping you up. A quick thanks leaving your lips as you pulled off your work hoodie and passed it to the mother to cover her up.

The men escorting you out of the grocery store.

"Got to say, never seen a Canary get the best of those guys-" The Mohawk guy said with a smirk on his face, supporting a old man who clearly had a broken foot.

"Gotta use my gifts somehow- and Canary?" You shot back,

"Always fuckin' churpin" He said with a smile. A laugh now coming from you as you nod. Once outside the medics quickly swarmed all of you and prepared to take you all to the hospital.

You spot the masked guy again- Giving him a head nod. "Thank you Mr. Spooky!" You call out rather loudly- earning a amused glare from the man who rolled his eyes.

"....Your quips- Were... quite amusing.." He said calmly, You looking at the hardened man with a smile on your busted face- The others in his little boy band also cracking some smirks as they walked off finishing their jobs- which you assumed was down the block.

You give a bow of your head in a mildly dramatic flare. Wanting a shot and a nap at this point as the

"Glad my show went well"

Bonus!

- The little girl got out and went to the police that were waiting outside- explaining what you were doing and immediately getting checked over by medica

- TK141 had actually gotten to your location a little earlier then when you saw. However Soap had to stop everyone since he almost fell out at the cock flavored spit take.

- The whole team had been laughing on the inside or holding back laughter the whole time they heard you chirping at the men holding you hostage.

- The Nickname 'Mr. Spooky' will follow poor Ghost for the next few months-

[chronically-ghosted]

First Base.

rating: 18+

pairing: max phillips x f!reader

word count: 5212

summary: you agree to his every precaution. he's not going to kill you, just bite you, a little bit. You hope a lot.

warnings/tags: making out, talking in bed while half-naked, max comes with his own warning, blood but only a lil, the discovery of a new vampire ability (this is so self indulgent), established friends with benefits situation but not a relationship, #pedrostories1k, @pedrostories

a/n: i've only got two parts written. lemme know if you'd like more!

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The instant he heard the term, Max was obsessed. He’d whisper it in your ear in the hallways. He’d growl it into your throat as he split you open on his mattress, fingers wrapped like iron around your wrists – those were times he had to be especially careful. He’d leave notes addressed to you at your desk, or in the apartment kitchen, with it written across the top. He’d even occasionally put “my” before it. Hell, it was your name in his phone’s contacts. 

Monsterfucker. 

Monster. Fucker.

Monsterfucker. 

His little monsterfucker. 

My monsterfucker.

Does my monsterfucker like that?

You’re being so good for me, little monsterfucker. 

I’m gonna come on your chest now, you monsterfucker. 

Was it an unhealthy nickname that he said far too often around the office and dangerously close to your coworkers? Yes. Did you regret showing him that tweet and explaining what it meant? Absolutely not. Because you were. His. And a monsterfucker. 

Unfortunately, outside the truly staggering stamina he displayed, an occasional nip at the kitchen counter after a particularly long bout of mind-blowing sex, and a flash of a toe-curlingly long tongue he gave you only after you’d begged for it for hours at a time . . . Max was often more an annoying, smug fucker than a monster to fuck. Which is to say, the fangs rarely made an appearance. Only recently had he started leaving bags of blood in your apartment’s refrigerator and even those were wrapped up in special bags that prevented freezer burn, as if to say, nothing special here. He still wouldn’t eat in front of you, always more eager to pick up dinner and watch you eat, as if the memory of human food alone would satiate him. 

He resolutely hadn’t let his fangs out anywhere near the bedroom. 

And that monsterfucker in you was finally starting to be annoyed by it. You’d done everything you could think of, short of drawing a bullseye around your jugular vein. For being a vampire with enhanced peripheral senses, he really couldn’t quite take a hint.

“Max?”

“Hmm.” 

“Can I ask you for a favor?” 

“Sure, baby, what is it?”

“I want you to bite me during sex.” 

His fingers pause in their path along the curve of your waist, over the knots in your spine. You face away from him, having just woken up, and you hope that by posing this question so early in the morning and so bluntly, it might unsettle him enough to at least consider it. His hand hovers just above your ribs, before sliding forward into the soft skin between your bones, and he chuckles.

“No.”

You scowl and sit up, glaring down at him over your shoulder. Shit, maybe asking him first thing in the morning was a bad idea. Hair perfectly tousled in a deadly combination of post-sex and sleepy morning bedhead, Max grins up at you, his right arm tucked up behind his head, giving you a full display of his solid biceps and carved chest. You’d never seen him once lift anything heavier than a stapler. Well, except for the one time he picked up your couch with one hand because your earring had rolled underneath it. 

And whoever said vampires don’t sleep was only partially correct. Max didn’t sleep, he went unconscious. Trying to wake him up before he was ready was like trying to crack open a boulder with a rubber hammer. 

You twist your mouth down to perhaps look more serious than you actually are to hide your recklessly ogling. But the instant he sees your naked torso and your tits he is the one staring shamelessly. 

“Why not? We’ve been dating for almost a year now and you hardly even let me see your fangs, much less feel them.” 

“I bit you last week on the couch when we watched that one movie.” 

“You bit me to scare me and didn’t even break the skin.” 

Max’s eyebrow jumped. Arching slightly, he settles deeper into the pillows, a small smirk dripping across his lips. His hand skims up your knee, over your thigh, his intention very clear. 

“And you want me to break your skin, baby?” He purrs.

“Max, stop. I’m serious.” 

“What were we talking about?”

“Max!” You toss his hand off your thigh and he chuckles again, far too pleased with himself. With a big sigh, he stretches, long arms spearing through the slats in your headboard, toes curling under the sheets, before dropping his hands over his stomach, shivering. He reminded you so much of a cat sometimes, it was sinful. You wouldn’t be surprised if one day you blinked up at him and his eyes were yellow. 

The sheets are frightfully low on his slim hips.

“Baby, look, that kind of shit is dangerous. It’s not that I don’t want you to see that side of me – you’re welcome to look as much as you want –,” he lifts his hands as if to demonstrate his own personal work of art, “but it’s not a joke. It’s called bloodlust for a reason. I’ve worked hard to control it, it’s not always that simple.”

Softly, he drags his fingernails over your knee, more affectionate than sultry. 

“And despite my cool and aloof exterior, I would be pretty bummed if anything ever happened to you.” That easy, devil-may-care smile fades from his face and his wide palm flattens across your knee. When he looks up at you, his eyes are soft, concerned. You rarely get Max’s vulnerable side and when you do, it makes you immediately go gooey on the inside. “Especially if it was me who hurt you.”

You sigh and thread your fingers through his. “And that’s exactly my point, Max. I know you would never hurt me. This is about trust as much as it is about the . . . bloodlust, or whatever. I feel safe with you. Safe enough to try this.”

Together, the two of you had tried pretty much every other kink, toy, or play out there and to you, this was no different. Double penetration would take on a new meaning. You didn’t let yourself even consider triple. One thing at a time.

Max’s thumb rubs thoughtfully over the meat of your hand. “We’d have to work up to it, if we’re going to do this. Make sure I remain in control.”

Your heart picks up speed. “Yes, of course. Same rules as always.”

Max pouts. 

“But I’ve been wanting to change our safe word for a while now.” 

You bring your knotted hands up to your lips and gently kiss every one of his knuckles. “If we do this, you can pick our next safe word.” 

Quick as you can, you slip the nail of his thumb into your mouth and nip him just a bit. His eyes go dark.

“That’s cheating. You’re manipulating me.” 

“Just helping my case along. But what were you saying about working up to it?” You can tell he’s losing focus, that it’s only a matter of minutes before he pulls you into his lap, but this is when he’s most pliable. He had the manic attention span of a dog tempted with a squeaky toy. You kiss the back of his wrist. “Max, c’mon.”

“We’d have to start slow. I’m talking high school, baby leagues. Making out. Light petting, then maybe heavy petting.” 

You shift closer to him, breaking your hands apart as you put an arm over his chest to the other side of the mattress. Instinctively, his hand slides up your inner thigh. His gaze watches your breasts as they swing in movement. 

“Damnit Janet . . . but okay, then we’ll go through the bases.”

“Mhmm hmm . . .” 

You brush his hair back from his forehead and he puts both hands on your hips. You have seconds now. “So, we start with first, go up to second, which is under the clothes stuff. Then third. Oral. But that’s for both of us, right?”

His thumb traces your nipple. “Totally.”

“So that just leaves home plate, right, baby? That’s it then.”

You’ve got your hand around his cock and you stroke once. His mouth parts and his eyes flutter. “What’s it?”

You laugh out your nose.

“You’re impossible, Max Phillips.”

First Base.

“Is this entirely necessary?” 

“I’d prefer you in a snowsuit or nun’s habit, but this will have to do.” 

“At this point, I’ll take the Bugs Bunny onesie you wore for Halloween.” 

Max smirks, lighting the last candle in your bedroom. He shakes out the match until it smokes and he turns back to you. You’re pouting in the middle of the bed. 

“I’m gonna sweat my tits off in all of this.” 

As part of his rules, he made you put on thick woolen socks under your straight-legged jeans. In addition to a black bodysuit as the base, he told you to wear:

A long sleeved turtle neck

A sweatshirt

A jean jacket

And a scarf

His aim was to minimize any open and available skin except the bits you intended to use or for him to bite, but the scarf you refused. It was the middle of summer for god’s sake!

But in the end, he had agreed. He was going to bite you during sex so if you had to roll around naked in a giant bubble for two weeks to get to that, you were more than willing to forgo some comforts. In addition to all but wrapping you up in a burlap sack, Max also insisted on a few extra precautions. 

The first one being that a chain of silver is within reach, next to the bed. Max drained a bag of blood about thirty minutes ago so the hunger wasn’t all consuming. A box of Chips Ahoy cookies sat on your dresser for afterwards, along with a bottle of Gatorade, a brown bottle of disinfectant, a bag of cotton balls, and some bandaids. 

“Are we making out or am I donating blood?” you teased. 

But Max only shrugged. “A bit of both, actually.” 

He also laid out an enormous white towel on your bed. You’d offered to do this in his apartment, but he wanted you as comfortable as possible, to which you frowned.

“You weren’t anywhere near this nice to me when we did anal for the first time.”

He hadn’t even dignified that with a real response but just a swat on your ass. 

But, to your enormous surprise, Max Phillips was a romantic at heart. The candles were to set the mood. 

“Plus,” he says as he crawls onto the bed with you, “it’s very gothic, isn’t it?”

“What, porking by candlelight?” 

He rolls his eyes and swoops in to kiss you on the mouth. 

“No, you little slut. Biting you. Feeding on you. So very Dracula.” He playfully raises an eyebrow. 

“Like you ever once picked up the Bram Stoker novel.” You blink owlishly at him. “In fact, I didn’t know you could read.” 

He wrinkles his nose at you and pinches your cheek.

“Of course, I didn’t read it, but I did see the Coppola film strictly for Winona Ryder. What a babe.”

“Would you make her wear five layers of clothing in the dead heat of summer?” 

“Nah, I’d just eat her outright.” Max snaps his teeth just under your jaw. He is only playing, but it sends a shiver down your spine. He chuckles at your reaction. 

“It’s too easy, baby. Sometimes I think you only like me for my fangs.” 

You bite your lip in thought, as you lean forward, draping your arms over his shoulders. His hands cup your waist.

“Well, not only. The Jag’s a nice perk too.” 

You bend your head to kiss him again, but he draws back, his hand against your cheek, gently stopping you. His dark eyes are serious. In the candlelight, they look almost gold. Despite the almost stern expression, you see something else, but you so rarely see it on him, you aren’t sure you recognize it at all. Fear. Max is genuinely fearful he was going to hurt you. 

“What are the rules again?” 

“Use the silver if and only if you don’t stop when I use the safeword.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere as long as it touches your skin.” Your stomach knots. You know it would hurt him, burn him, and you can’t imagine doing that. But he wants you to have that kind of power over him.

“Keep going.” 

You huff, knowing exactly what he’s after, that verbal confirmation. That agreement on your end as much as his. 

“We’re only going to make out. No groping, licking, or grinding.” 

“That’s right, missy, and you better be home by nine.” 

You bend over and tug his ear lightly with your teeth. But that same sincere look is on his face when you settle back again. He taps your chin with his thumb, eyes watching your lips. 

“What else?”

“After you bite me, if I start to feel dizzy or lightheaded, I also say the safe word immediately. 

Max nods, his thumb moving to anxiously skim against your cheek. “I’ll be taking less than what you’d donate to any blood drive, but it might be faster than you’re used to, so I’m not sure how you’ll react.” 

His gaze searches your face as if you are about to crack and crumble under him. The mere suggestion that the boardroom-schmoozing, bad-boy-batman, bloodsucking bastard Max Phillips is this apprehensive over a little bite is almost mesmerizing to you. He’s never been one to handle you delicately and this is the first and only time you’ve seen him so ill-at-ease.

“Baby, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You scratch your nails into his hair just above his neck, a place that usually has him oozing into relaxation, but not this time. 

He frowns.

“No, I want to. I really, really want to. It’s just . . .” He swallows, further separating you from him and only letting his hands touch your knees. He seems to be on the verge of something and he can’t quite look you in the eyes. “It’s just . . . it can be harder to control it, for a vampire, when they have a connection with the person they’re feeding from.”

You huff. “Max, of course, we have a connection. You’re my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for months now and –,”

“An emotional connection.” If he could blush properly, he would. “A deep emotional connection.”

“Oh.” 

Is he really saying what you think he’s saying? And he’s telling you now? 

Sometimes it’s rather shocking. That an immortal creature of the night can have the emotional intelligence of a six year old. 

With a gentle sigh, you inch towards him and hitch your leg across his thighs. His eyes widen momentarily before you sit down on his lap. You card your fingers through his hair. His hands hover just over your hips. 

“Do you trust me?” 

He nods without hesitation.

“Well, I trust you too. Quite literally with my life. This is just the first step, Max. But it can be the only step if it’s too much. I won’t bring it up ever again, I promise. You’re not alone in this.”

It’s like your words are a balm to a sunburn. He nods again, closing his eyes. 

He goes up to your neck with his hand, but waits for you to initiate. Your heart threatening your throat with swelling emotion, you fold over him and gently, with care, press your lips to his. 

The hand at your neck pulls you in closer and you turn your head to deepen the kiss. 

It stays like that for a minute. Your hands just resting on his shoulders, his fingers cradling the back of your head, and the other hand sitting contently on your knee. The kisses are almost innocent in their sweetness, curious, as if you’ve really never touched each other before. They smack of puppy love and cotton candy and necking under the bleachers. They’re lettermen jackets and prom-posals. Carving names in trees and promising forever with cheap rings in the shape of hearts and hands. 

But sweet is not what you came here for. 

At the first nip of your teeth, his mouth parts instantly, and all but sucks your tongue against his. You take him in long, rich, wet swipes, tasting the heat gathered in the cup of his mouth, in the muscle of his tongue. You think you taste the faintest hint of copper and you do your best not to shiver under his palms. You remind yourself to not let your tongue go searching for sharper things.

Your hips hitch forward and down, off your knees and into his lap. You’re already warm and despite the layers, you know he can feel it. He groans, air rushing out his nose, the hand in your hair tightens down, and his arm curls up against your lower back to pull you even closer. Your fingers knot into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp just the way you know he likes, your heart already pounding, your thighs clutching his waist. He claws at your back, pressing you harder against him, but beneath the layers, you can barely feel his touch. You whine at the growing heat between your legs and the lack of sensation. You have to feel him. 

With a tug, you jerk off the denim jacket, sweat already sprouting against the valley of your spine. He whines, this time a sound of protest. 

“Baby, don’t–,” he pants, your mouth inches from his. He claws at you and the jacket, needing you nearer and distant all at the same time. “It’s for your own good–,” 

“Just one layer. Please, I’m burning up,” you beg. He relents, letting out a breathless frustrated noise. You hurl the jacket off your arm and onto the floor.

He lifts you both then, hands digging into the back of your thighs, your hands going to his collar to keep the seam of your chests pressed together, and he turns to bury you in the mattress. Despite the countless times you’ve been in this exact position, it somehow manages to feel like the first time you made out with him. That same frantic heat, that buzzing energy, that need to touch and explore but not wasting a second to linger. A pulsing warmth swells between your legs and your hips jerk up a fraction of an inch, but they keep from making contact with the seam of his jeans. He’d never do this again if you broke his rules. 

Showing him where you want him to go, you nip his earlobe as he pries your thighs apart with his hands around the back of your knees, out of habit more than anything. You suck down on the back of his jaw, the smell of his hair and aftershave scratching against the rough of your insides to burn you a little bit hotter. Your teeth worry his skin just to the right of the knot in his throat and he jerks, moaning. He shifts his weight down, his pelvis tilting into the cradle of your hips and you eagerly receive him. You’ll go as far as he’ll willingly allow, but you want him to know this isn’t all on him.

“Color?” You tear your mouth away from his, hands nestled around the backs of his ears, you push back to look him in the eye. 

He answers you a second before he lunges in to kiss you again. “Green.” 

“You wanna keep going?” Don’t grind, don’t grind, don’t grind. 

He nods, eyes closing for a second. “‘m okay, I’m okay. Put your hands up my shirt.”

You blink up at him, chest still heaving. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” So you do. You rub your palms up under the lip of his shirt, smoothing them against his sides, his chest, his stomach, which tenses as if your hands are cold. With a gasp, he drops his head into the curve of your shoulder, his breath hot, almost burning. You wonder if his fangs are out. He shifts, pressing up against your chest, deeper into your neck, rocking his hips once, and he sucks on that soft place beneath your earlobe, making you keen.

“Can I see them?” You blurt out. “B-before–,” your voice catches and you swallow the desire in your throat. “Before you bite me.” 

Max’s shoulders still. You’re both breathing heavily and you stare up at your ceiling, afraid to meet his horrified face. Maybe you’d gone too far. Asking to be bitten was one thing, but maybe he didn’t want you to actually watch when he –

“Really?”

He peels back from you, his elbows locked out on either side of your head. He meets your gaze with trepidation and . . . awe.

You nod frantically. “Yes. Yes, please. I even want to–,”

He’s staring at your mouth like if he thinks hard enough, exactly what he wants to hear will come out. 

“You wanna what?” His voice is deeper than gravel, lower than the graves of the earth.

“I want to touch them, Max.” You’ve never felt more exposed beneath him as he stares down at you. His hair is mussed, as if as shocked as he is. 

You think his jaw drops in surprise, but in the glint of the candlelight, you see them shine. White, glistening fangs. Slowly, he parts his mouth even more, jaw opening, and his upper lip raises a quarter of a fraction of an inch. 

In the far back of your mind, in your undeveloped lizard brain, the thing that squeezes out primal, dripping fear when confronted with things unknown, it’s pumping adrenaline. It’s working overtime. It’s going to catch fire. It’s screaming, begging, sobbing at you to run. To run fast and as far as you can because this? This thing that has you pinned beneath him – is a predator. It’s an apex monster at the top of the food chain, a precise killing machine designed specifically to prey upon your weaknesses. You can feel your muscles tighten, adrenaline roaring in your veins, you actually see his face better in the dark light as your pupils dilate, every fight-or-flight instinct you’ve ever possessed knotting together in a snarling, hissing, petrified void, all saying one thing:

Run, you idiot, run. Run. Run! 

But you don’t. You can’t. 

When you first discovered that Max was a vampire you asked him if he’d ever hypnotized you and he said no. And then you made him swear on point of stake that he would never, ever do that to you. 

You wondered vaguely if now he had broken his promise. Because you cannot look away. 

You exhale shakily, blinking up to his glistening wet mouth. With a trembling hand, you reach for his cheek, sliding it along his jaw, over the top of his upper lip, and then down. Down a single white fang, an obscene mockery of your own canine teeth. You’re surprised to find it smooth, just as hard as any of your own teeth, but you continue your thumb down to the very point of it. 

“Careful–,” he warns, the sound garbled, and a second too late. 

You prick your thumb on the razor edge of his fang. He shudders, head dropping between his shoulders. 

Wide-eyed and mortified, you immediately suck your thumb into your mouth at the first well of blood. 

“Max, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking! I–”

“No,” he says gently, but his voice is hoarse. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

He lifts his head, eyes unreadable, but the candlelight brings color back to them, as if they had been consumed by shadow. “It’s okay.” Gently, he wraps his fingers around your wrist, easing your thumb out of your mouth. Watching you for any hint of rejection or fear, Max guides your thumb, wet with your spit and a dribble of blood, between his lips, between his fangs, and smears his tongue across the wound. He tries to maintain eye contact, but he groans, eyes fluttering, his hips swinging down. The noise he makes sends static directly into the pit of your stomach like a hot flare. You can’t fight it; you clench down on nothing. 

Holy fuck, maybe this was a bad idea. 

“Max,” you whine softly. He hums around your thumb, tongue lapping at the tip, eyes still closed as though he was drunk and trying to get the room to stop spinning. Finally, he parts his lips and removes your finger from his mouth. You can feel his rock-solid erection pressing into your pelvis. 

He breathes, slowly, as though he was focusing on every molecule of air entering and leaving his lungs. Finally, Max lifts his eyes to you again and, again, you feel that white hot spark down between your legs. His fingers around your wrist loosen, thumb and forefinger catching around the cuff of your sleeve and slowly push it down. 

“Color?” He husks, his breath coasting over your exposed wrist.

“G-green,” you stutter out. You know it can’t be helping him but your heart is pounding, rushing, vibrating behind the thick wall of your sternum. That same adrenaline that told you to run before has now locked you flat on your back, a different kind of instinct taking over. Your thighs ache to drop open around him. Take me take me take me.

He lowers his head to your blue, pulsating vein and lets the skin rub against his smooth incisor. Your back arches just off the mattress as if he’s fucking you with his tongue. 

“Is it going to hurt?” 

He’s not looking at you now, every sense within him entirely anchored to your wrist. But he shakes his head steadily, as if staving off sleep.

“I won’t let it.” 

A prick. Nothing more. Nothing more hideous or crude than a shot in the arm. And yet you know it’s deeper, closer to bone, through flesh and sinewy muscle, into the deep thready vein. You know it’s deeper because a red ribbon of blood trickles down the flesh of your forearm. You watch it with fascination, your vision going a bit blurry as a sense of peace and ease rises up and greets you. You’re not lightheaded, but there is an ease, a delight, as if something had dulled your senses to the world. Your face breaks into a smile, even though you don’t feel your cheeks moving. 

His licks are gentle, curious, tongue a little cold against your flesh. With your other hand, you stroke his neck, then tangle with his hair. You scratch him like you would the family dog.

“Good boy, Max, you’re such a good boy.” 

And then the noise that’s been hovering at the edge of your awareness ratchets so loud you can’t ignore it any more. A buzzing, a humming, as though a thousand heartbeats were all racing in sync with one another. You don’t know where it’s coming from or what it is, but you don’t mind it – it’s soothing, sweet, peaceful. You ease your hand from his hair, back down his neck, to the knot of his spine and –

“Max, are you purring?” It’s undeniable. His entire chest is vibrating as if powered by a jet engine. 

He muffles a response into your wrist, tongue more forcefully pressing into your skin. 

“Oh my god, you are! Vampires purr?” You giggle. “If we do nothing else, figuring out you’re capable of purring has been entirely worth it.” 

Again a muffled grunt. Your heart beat skips for a moment – what if he doesn’t stop – and then another pinch and you hear the faint chunk of his fangs retracting. The humming from his chest softens, quiets smoothly, fading to silence, as he wipes his mouth on the back of his sleeve. You giggle louder, that pleasant, sweet feeling still cradling you like a cloud, as he sits up from the bed. 

“Okay, now I’m kind of offended you never purred when I sucked your dick. Or that time I put on that strap-on! Or –,”

“Quiet you,” he grumbles with a bit of a smirk as he kneels down beside the bed and using the white towel beneath you, he wipes your wrist clean. Then, with his head hung down, he swipes his thumb against his mouth again. 

“What are you–,”

The pad of his thumb bright red, he gently brushes his blood over the two pin-prick holes and, to your utter shock, the skin knits itself together. You watch, transfixed, as any evidence that he ever bit you slowly disappears. With the wounds sealed and gone, Max presses a kiss to your wrist. He stands up and goes to pour the disinfectant on your dresser into one of the cotton balls. You sit up and you emerge instantly from that cloud of serenity. You’re clear headed and awake, that adrenaline rush gone. You rub your wrist, the dried blood making the skin there tacky and sticky. 

“That was . . .” You swallow. You know you didn’t orgasm but you still feel that lingering pleasantness, that almost syrup-y haze. 

“How are you feeling?” Max asks over his shoulder, his frown serious. He sits back on the bed and gently takes your wrist from your fingers. His gaze keeps flickering from the dried blood to your face as he cleans your wrist and forearm. “Any pain? Dizziness? Nausea? Do you want to eat something – or drink –,”

“Max.” His mouth snaps shut, his brown eyes open and pleading and concerned. Something dislodges from your chest and pricks your eyes. This is only the first step in getting to what you really want, but you feel infinitely closer to him, like you’ve peeled back a layer and found something as warm and as comforting as sunshine. “Max, honey, that was perfect.”

You all but fall into him, your hand tugging on his collar to bring him into your atmosphere, your orbit, and you kiss him with fervent urgency. He groans in relief, in surprise, his hand cradling your jaw. You pull back, actually a little dizzy, but you’re quite sure that has nothing to do with blood loss. 

“Yeah?” he murmurs against your lips and you nod before kissing him again. He smiles, his thumb petting your cheek as if to calm you. “Good. That’s really good, baby. You did so well.” 

You scoff. “I don’t think I’ve ever been less of a participant in something so sexual.”

His eyebrow arches. “You got off on that?”

“Fair question. I guess you have to ask . . . since I wasn’t the one literally purring with delight!”

He rolls his eyes, huffing. “That’s actually the reason I didn’t want to do this. You’re never going to let this down.” 

You pout at him, tilting your head. “Aw, poor pussy.” 

He plucks a kiss from your cheek and snags the cookie box from your dresser. You realize how starving you are and you nearly tear open the box.

“So you’re really good, with everything?” 

You nod, waiting until another time to ask him about that rather orgasmic haze you found yourself in. 

He bites his lip as he watches you lick chocolate from your bottom lip.

“Then it’s off to second base we go.” 

Next | Series Masterlist

[doubleddenden]

Damn the more I hear about Velma the worst it gets. This saddens me because I've been watching Scooby since before I could talk :(

Mainly what I'm seeing is that someone has contempt for the series + their own ideas for their own incredibly generic show and rather than make something unique, they're just insulting an established series.

My biggest gripes so far:

1. How tf do you got a Scooby Doo show without Scooby Doo? Is he too kiddy for your generic ugly adult cartoon?

2. Shaggy- oh sorry, NORVILLE. Look, I have no problem with the race thing- my literal main issue is that he's called SHAGGY for a reason. How hard is it to give him thick hair? On top of that they make him an actual druggie- let's pretend there's not some subtle racism behind making the perceived 'stoner' of the group black- it's boring. Yes yes we know the gang is a bunch of stoners, but isn't it funnier when it's just IMPLIED? Isn't it funnier that a man just REALLY FUCKING LOVES DOG TREATS and is willing to risk his life on a regular basis for god damn DOG TREATS? Instead they just turn him into yet another Seth Rogan tier predictable disappointment

3. The overall mischaracterization from what I'm seeing just... sucks, and again, I think part of that comes from a contempt for the series. You don't have to make the characters assholes to make them likeable! I know Rick and Morty and Seth McFarland have poisoned the well for a lot of people but you really don't!

Across the franchise there's plenty of fun ways to interpret the characters:

Fred: himbo that loves his friends, dad friend barely holding it together, obsessed with traps- take your pick, none of these are spoiled boring asshole rich kid.

Daphne: if you're opposed to damsel in distress, how about the cool martial artist fashionista made prevalent in the What's New Scooby Doo series or the live action movies? What about being a good reporter? Hell, even her goofy dorky self in Be Cool Scooby Doo is better than the stereotypical snooty popular girl. Props at least for keeping the red hair.

"Norville" is not a self friend zoning beta male and he's not really obsessed with drugs. Literally the man across DECADES of this franchise is ridiculously talented. Ventriloquism, improv acting, gymnast and athlete- seriously, why do you think they have him and the dog constantly running away from monsters and leading them into traps? The man was literally so good at that that he became a COACH. for MONSTERS. Let's also not forget that he was a race car driver! And had a hot girlfriend! In fact, fuck this friend zoned beta male shit- Shaggy literally pulls more girls (and men I think) in the entire franchise than the others COMBINED. If anything he should have dense harem protagonist energy. I'm talking more than Velma, dude also pulled her LITTLE SISTER- and she was okay with it because she knows he's a good guy(mind the AUs)! Pulled a girl that was kinda a monster fucker for him specifically when he was a werewolf, an actual fucking alien, several foreign girls of various nationalities, several average girls, a crazy but hot redneck girl that tried to SCHWOOSCH his bones after seeing the red shirt ONCE, pretty sure he did something good for Daphne to hang out with him for so long with just a bunch of dogs and a random kid they picked up, very sure actual monsters fell for him- and he's a nerd! He and his beloved best friend the talking dog are massive nerds! I reckon people still latch onto that and think he's the stereotypical nerd but no, no, Shaggy has so much going for him! Not to mention- not to mention! Animal lover! Doy! How do you miss that? He's always paired with the animals! The man is a collective family friend of the entire Doo clan! Every time there's a guest appearance with a non human entity, he's hanging out with them!

Velma... alright look. I'm about to say something real controversial. Real controversial. You ready? She is kinda boring and bland. She's smart and a good investigator, but really? This is who you base the show on? Recently she was allowed to be bisexual- that's great! She's well read, well informed, and if you want to skip the bitchy "its me or the dog" persona from Mystery Inc or the snooty geek from Be Cool, you could fall back to the quiet but cute and thoughtful personality she had in A Pup Named Scooby Doo. If not, she's just boring. I feel like most of the hype for her comes from memes or the people that think they're unique for finding her more attractive than Daphne (you're not btw). Like what does she do that the others cannot do? I'm pretty sure Daphne can do her job but without the min max on intelligence and some points in kicking ass. In fact, why are Fred and Daphne the assholes when Velma in TWO separate series has been the judgey bitch and overall asshole? If anything she should would fit the perfect "beta incel self perceived victim that's actually just a massive douche" trope!

And Scooby. First off fuck the writers for not including my boi. Second, you really couldn't make an adult comedy of a talking dog? If Scooby said fuck- scuze me, 'ruck'- I'd cry laughing! If Scooby was the druggie and Shaggy was normal, that'd be hilarious! Literally if they took every negative trait they forced onto the others and put it onto Scooby, you'd literally have a prime adult cartoon character right there. He's a gag character! Utilize it! I know in the recent series he's been pushed to the side for the others, but he's literally a comedic gold mine waiting to happen! Make him an arsonist! Make him have questionable opinions! It'd be hilarious because he's a literal dog that can't speak understandably half the time!

Look, if you want to make an "adult scooby doo" then I guess I can't stop you. Velma ain't how you do it though.

Btw before anyone jumps on me to defend the new show, the creator of the series supports JKR soooo

[crossdressingdeath]

Withers: Thou feelst it still. She is not here. She who was the boldest. Hast thy thoughts been with brave Karlach often? Kyvir: The world is so much worse for her being gone. There was no one like her. Withers: Correct. Not in planes material, elemental, nor transitive can her like be found. In but a dozen tendays, an entire life was lived. More than mortal years. Mortal centuries were hers. Thine band, thine bond gave that life to her. Kyvir: I wanted my friends to be my new family. She was like a sister to me. Withers: Not like. Thou wert her kin. It was written in her heart. Surely thou knowest that? In the Fugue plane, her soul burns so bright, it pains the Gods to look upon. Recall that in time, all changeth and all is rejoined. Thou shalt be with her again.

Hey. Got a bone to pick with you, skeleton man. How come you can bring Durge back after they break divine cosmology by defying their Father but you can't resurrect Karlach? Give her back, you fucker. Don't give me any of that shit about her living a lifetime in a few weeks, bring her back. I could be with her again now!

Anyway, though. I don't know if the options to refer to the party as your new family are a Durge thing? It comes up a couple times, but since I've only finished the game with Durge I don't know if it's unique to them. But anyway, given Durge's family history (and in this case specifically their experience with sisters in particular) the option to see their friends as the family they never really got is very sweet.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

spoilers for ep 107 but im a writer guys

Gillion had expected to have his head hurt a bit when a fountain was thrown at him. What he didn't expect was (from Chip's description) the same void Chip was in when fully petrified. The same darkness Chip felt coursing through his veins from La Alma's boss. The same kind of room as the world of the Pearl, or even the mirror he was in about an hour or so ago.

Jay had expected Gillion to be able to take a small hit. After all, he had a plan, and when it came to fighting, he was a tank for being hit. What she didn't expect was her invisibility spell to be used on a now dead target. Jay's eyes widened, being the only one who was in on Gillion's plan, as she heard the crunch of bones and triton blood too sticky to have been faked by magic illusions. No my friends, this was real. Gillion Tidestrider had died...for a bit.

That was until a special figure appeared in the sky. Those tiefling horns and ever so fancy outfit pissed Chip off so badly. What did that man want now? He just lost his friend for good, was about to be captured and put into enemy hands, and now him? Chip didn't even need anything more to know this was Niklaus Hendrix.

"Well, you Riptide Pirates seem to have quite big adventures." Niklaus had landed and was standing by the rubble. He stood inspecting it. "Yep, he's really died. I didn't think he'd be that easily knocked over, but I guess one of you 3 got lucky." The 3 creatures seemed tense at his sudden arrival.

The chaingel (Chip came up with it himself, so clever) spoke up quickly after the comment. "And who might you be? A child of God too?" (Chip will never get over that he got bible baited).

"Ah, the name's Niklaus, or the Wish Doctor. Desire Daddy works too," he winked at Chip for that one (The fuck kind of fruity tension did these two devolpe? Jay will not understand men's allure to her stinky bastard co-captain). "And I am here because of a special deal I have with the Chosen One here."

"Chosen One?" the minotaur called out (Chip was daming it to hell for what he's done to Gillion).

"He didn't yell out his titles at you? Well, that's a first." He talked, still smirking as he picked up Gillion's body from the rubble.

"What are you going to do to G- our captain, LA-LA?" Queen called out. As Chip looked behind him, Gryffon was getting ready to blast the fucker to bits (that's how he would have said, Chip just knows it).

"Calm down Queen, all of you. Consider this a free favor from me, as a gift for doing what I've asked, and because I still have a plan for you 3." As they all watched, Gillion seemed to have a small glow to him (Jay swore she saw him get remoisted) and soon enough, he was coughing for air.

"Owie."

[damagedintellect]

Craig Tucker x Fem!reader

💌 Craig Tucker is a mother fucker: Chapter 6  💌  

Summary:  You want to say that it wasn't your fault buuuuuut it kinda was. You didn't think much of it as you casted your joke vote for the "Hottest guy in school" and in hindsight you should never listen to Clyde but it was pretty funny at the time. Craig just wanted a peaceful junior year and you can't blame him for that however waking up the morning after a party, in his bed, being told that you two were dating wasn't exactly your definition of peaceful either.

Notes:  I was always too scared of the fandom to post it back in the day but I wrote this before Creek was made canon so let's just say Craig is bi for my sake because I've had a huge crush on him since forever. My S/O pointed out that Craig is just Trafalgar Law but with a guinea pig instead of a polar bear and I haven't been the same since I have a type and it's them.

💌 Word count: 3,476 💌  <= Previous | Chapter 7 =>

You ended up staying over at Craig's for a bit. It's not like you could go home anyways. You completely forgot that Bebe still had your keys. It was the weekend and it's not like you had anything important to do but it was awkward. Craig didn't care one way or the other. He was on his phone still laying in bed. Neither of you made any effort to get dressed either. You're not quite sure how you felt about that but it wasn't like he was eyeing you up or anything. Actually he probably didn't care about that either considering you've been like this since last night. You should message Bebe so you could get your keys back but you then you'd have to indulge in her fantasy about you and Craig and you didn't want to give her any ideas about what could have happened last night. What were you even going to tell her no matter what she's going to think you boned. You open up your messages and stare at the screen. Before you could start typing Craig's phone rings and he picks it up.

"Yeah....nothing, still in bed....she's awake...." He looked over at you and mouthed "Clyde" you mouth back "Ah"

"What time?....Okay, later." he ended the call and tossed his phone back on his bed as he stood up and stretched. "Bebe's still asleep so there's no rush but Clyde wants to go to Tweeks bros to get coffee for his hangover. Do you want to take a shower first or should I?" you sat up to think about it as you snickered to yourself for what you were about to say "Or you could take a shower with me." you wink at him biting your lip. He leans down lifting your chin so you were staring him in the eyes "Don't test me, I might just call your bluff?" you laughed and pushed his hand away "Pfft okay fine you got me. I'll go first then." he turned around to get you a change of clothes "That's what I thought." he sounded too smug and you crossed your arms as he tossed you a shirt. It was a black NASA shirt. "That's the smallest shirt I think I have. Pants I think you're better off wearing what you wore last night." you unfolded the shirt, it was a little big still but it was fine. "I'm fine with just the shirt." you'd rather not have to wear your crop top in broad daylight. He lead you into the bathroom and showed you how the shower worked. He handed you a towel "Oh and try not to fall."

"Oh haha" you stuck your tongue at him as he left. You looked in the mirror before you took your shower, "Oof" you forgot that Wendy and Bebe did your make up yesterday. You looked like a trash panda, you know a raccoon. You looked through the cabinet. Tricia must have make up wipes somewhere.

Some time later you finished your shower and got changed. You walked back into Craig's room "Well it's about time they're already at Tweeks." he grabbed his clothes and left. You looked at your phone it was dying but you could see that Bebe had sent you a few more messages. Unfortunately when you tried to click on them your phone died. You looked around Craig's room. On his desk there was a black book it kind of looked like a journal. You stand hovering your hand over the book contemplating breaching his privacy. You sighed you probably shouldn't touch anything but you wanted too. You were bored leaving the book where it was and made the bed instead. After you were done Craig came back to get you. "Did you seriously make the bed?"

"My phone died okay, what else was I supposed to do." he only shrugged as you both went downstairs and put your shoes on. Craig locked the door and turned to you he offered you his hand and you quirked an eyebrow. "I can walk just fine you know."

"Yeah no shit." he grabbed your hand anyways and pulled you along "Dating, remember? Or is someone afraid of being seen holding hands" you walked a little faster "As if! Just keep up with me." this was ridiculous and you couldn't help but smile just what were your friends going to think. As soon as he caught up to the pace that you were walking at you pushed a little more eventually you both were running making it a contest to see who touch the door first. All the while still holding hands you both burst through the door panting out of breathe. Craig lightly squeezed your hand. "I.... win... two, one....Your move atheist."

"Go...Fuck... yourself..."

"Fuck me yourself, you coward." you glared at him for a bit before turning away to find where Bebe and Clyde were. Everyone in Tweek bros looked over in your direction as you made your way over to their table.

"Are you guys okay?" Clyde asked as Craig let go of your hand and grabbed what he assumed was his iced chai tea latte. You caught your breath and sat down next to Craig "Actually-" You were about to say something else when Craig put the straw from his drink in your mouth. You took a sip but instantly regretted it. "Sweet jesus, how can you drink that?"

"Excuse you, it's Christmas in a cup and it's fucken delicious."

"Yeah if you like the taste of burnt pumpkin pie covered in pure sugar." you spat back sticking your tongue out trying to get the taste out of your mouth. Craig put his arm around you "What can I say I have a sweet tooth." he winked at you and you rolled your eyes smirking "And I don't."

"Well yeah, you're dating me." you both looked at Bebe and Clyde. Neither of you planned this it just happened that way. Clyde almost dropped his drink and Bebe lit up clapping her hands together "I knew it, I knew it! You guys, I'm so happy for you!" She got up to hug you "Sooooo did you guys-"

"Bebe no." you tried to push her off as she continued to wiggle her eyebrows at you while Clyde laughed "I was thinking it was about goddamn time. I thought I'd have to slip Craig a few drinks to make it happen but turns out only one of you needed to be drunk." It was no use, they were going to think it regardless of your protest. You looked to Craig for help with the situation but he continued to drink his abomination of a drink. That's when you remembered the real reason why you were here "Oh yeah Bebe, can I have my keys back now?"

---

Monday rolled around relatively fast. You were nervous, this was it, the big reveal. It was driving you crazy. Craig didn't give you any guidelines only said anything goes. Like what the fuck did that mean? In hindsight drunk you had no idea what they'd be getting you into. You were just about ready to leave when your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID and it was "<3" you scrunch your eyebrows together. When did you do that? You picked up "Why are you a heart in my phone, did you do that?" Craig didn't answer your question he only said to come downstairs. Whatever it didn't matter anyways you knew who it was. Craig technically had his license but he wanted to walk with you to school, probably to hold hands again. It was a very low effort way to get people to see you were dating. You came downstairs and locked the door.

Craig yawned as he extended his hand to grab yours. "You doing alright?" you both walked at a normal pace this time. The walk to school wasn't terribly long but you'd rather not end up making as big of an entrance as last time. "Clyde kept me up all night. He's way too invested in my personal life." Bebe was the same way with you but now she can't complain about it not. You did your task, you got a boyfriend what else could she project onto you. As you both made you way into school just like before people were staring and muttering to themselves. You forgot just how weird it was to have everyone's eyes on you. You didn't like it but if this was the last time it would happen then you would have dated Craig a long time ago.

Craig gave your hand one more squeeze as you both sat down. You almost forgot that you guys were holding hands. It felt strangely comfortable to be holding his hand. You took one last look at Craig and he pointed to the front. You think this is the first time that you paid any attention to class. You stretched and the bell rang as Mr. Garrison was just finishing up with class. Craig was already waiting for you at the door offering his hand once more. You took it smiling awkwardly as you heard the comments from your peers. You walked to your next class trying to ignore all the comments. You almost forgot there was a recording of you from Clyde's party that someone took. You should really watch it just to see how bad it was. You were about to pull out your phone when Craig suddenly pushed you against a locker.

"Um ow! Warn me next time you try to Kabe-Don me!" He leaned in to you slightly embarrassed "I saw Lola and I panicked okay, just act natural." you tried not to laugh but couldn't help it you've never seen him so jumpy before. Admittedly it was weird to think that the sarcastic asshole you knew disliked confrontation this much. You're not sure if you should want to thank Lola for breaking Craig or curse her for taking what was supposed to be your job. Never the less you should probably do something about this.

"As if this is natural?" You giggle glancing around trying to see where Lola was. She was walking in towards you looking in your direction. You grinned when she made eye contact with you.

PERFECT

You grabbed the little flaps on Craig's hat to pull him closer kissing him on the cheek, keeping eye contact with Lola the whole time. The flaps covered just enough of your faces to make it look like you were actually kissing. She quickly averted her eyes elsewhere and accidentally bumping into a few people as she walked away. You heard whistling and a hand appeared on Craig's shoulder.

"And here I thought you hated PDA?" it was Clyde and Bebe. She gave you a thumbs up and you end up blushing as she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Shut up!" Craig said hiding his face as you all walked into class. "Hey, I'm not saying it's a bad thing." he paused trying to find the right words "It's just unexpected." you all sat down and Craig sighed "Whatever." Still hiding his face from you.

The bell rang and you started class. The teacher passed out a few papers with a list of different types of people and objects. Basically you had to determine the most optimal team in an emergency situation with two different scenarios. The first example was an airplane crash in Alaska and you have to determine whether you left the crash site and what you would take from the list of supplies. You could only pick 10 out of 20. The next situation was, if you were in a post-apocalyptic event which occupation would benefit you more on your team. Needless to say you all got into an argument over what to choose. Clyde really wanted that chocolate bar but Craig vetoed it. In the end when the class was told how well they would do in each situation and based on your groups choices, you guys placed 3rd likely to survive the plane crash but 1st in the post apocalyptic crisis.

Class finished and you once again walked through the halls holding Craig's hand. As you got closer to your math class you saw Stan walk over to you. You instinctively dropped Craig's hand as he approached. It was unintentional but Craig noticed, making it a point to grab your hand again holding it tightly so you couldn't let go.

"I heard you guys are actually dating now, congrats." you struggled against Craig's grip but tried to play it off. You tried "I--uh-- We--" you were really bad at playing it off but Stan didn't seem to notice. Craig pulled you in closer patting your head with a soft smile "(Y/n)'s still embarrassed to bring it up but were official."

You, He, WHAT?!

You death gripped Craig's hand as your face turns red. Stan looks at you in awe and smiles "Hey at least that's cute, (Y/n) you should have seen me in fourth grade I used to throw up every time I tried to talk to Wendy." Craig smirked clearly enjoying getting to tease you "See honey it could be worse." You honestly could not believe what is happening right now.

"Can we just go sit down already? We're kinda blocking the doorway." It was abrupt but you wanted to drop the conversation, you basically dragged Craig over to your desk. You flail your hand around trying to get him to let go but it didn't work. "Come on class is about to start." you struggled against his grip once more "But you're being so cute right now."

You, He, WHY?!

Your face flushed and forced yourself to smile while you grit your teeth. "Honey, please go sit the fuck down." He snickered at you ruffling your hair before going to sit down. You plopped down in your chair putting your head down as you pull out your composition book. Almost instantly a note falls on your desk. You turn to see Craig return to his stoic uninterested face as he motions for you to read the note.

*Look at your phone*

You put your phone in your lap and see you have a message from Craig.

-<3-

10:43- It was Marsh, wasn't it? The one you had a crush on.

You ignored the message for now, putting your phone in your pocket. You felt it vibrate once more and you glanced back at Craig. He was looking at his phone but he noticed you staring and winked at you.

The bell rang so you didn't bother looking at the second message. This class was mostly review for your upcoming test. You tried to pay attention but ended up replaying the events that happened before class in your head. God Craig made you look and feel like an idiot and you couldn't stand giving him the satisfaction. You looked back over at him again. He called you cute and it pissed you off but you have to not let it get to you. You were supposed to be the one driving him crazy, not the other way around. That's right, get it together you agreed to this because you purposely wanted to get on his nerves. If he wanted to play sugar honey bunches of oats then damn it you were going to give him diabetes!

As class ended you mentally prepared yourself for your greatest acting debut yet. You bounced over to Craig's desk smiling as you extended your hand to him. He quirked an eyebrow at you but grabbed your hand anyways "So I was right?" you nodded cuddling up into his arms as you both made your way to the cafeteria. You felt him tense for a moment which made you smile brightly as you tried to sound as sweet as possible "Yes honey, but it doesn't matter anym-" you were taken off guard as Craig shoved you into the janitor's closet.

"Really?! Is this going to be a regular thing with you." You almost tripped over a broom that was on the floor but he held you upright as he continued to panic again.

"Fuck I think she saw us," Craig was looking around for a better place to hide but there wasn't much "Shit." It was dark but the room was small enough to where if someone opened the door you both would be seen. You have no idea why he panics when it concerns Lola, like you know you annoy him but he's never just made it appoint to avoid you. Well not like this anyway and you can't help but feel a little offended that you don't make him have this big of a reaction.

There was a beat before you both heard someone grab for the doorknob. You needed to act fast and Craig was still drawing a blank.

"Fuck it just" you sighed pulling at the collar of his shirt crashing your lips on his. This was the only thing that you could come up with, he didn't exactly give you many options or ideas for that matter. You were going to try to make this look as desperate as possible and hope she buys it. You took off his hat running your fingers through his hair. You feel him tense up at the contact but frantically grasp at you, holding you close trying to follow your lead as the door opens.

"Craig I-" it was Lola she stood there shocked at the scene in front of her. You felt Craig relax into the kiss and it made your stomach flutter as your lips almost melted together.

You both just continued making out in front of her, paying her no mind until she stuttered out a "S-Ssorry!" as she blushed and closed the door. You gave it a few beats before slowly pulling away with half lidded eyes and a string of saliva still connecting you to Craig. Your heart was racing as you caught your breath. Your head was a little fuzzy, Craig was a surprisingly good kisser. You took a moment to untangle yourself from him regaining your composure

"There, now I'm sure she'll leave you alone." you wiped your mouth and looked at Craig he was being awfully quiet. He seemed pretty dazed as well staring at you touching his lips. It was dark enough so that you couldn't tell if his face was red or not. You had no idea what he was thinking but hey he was the one that said anything goes so he couldn't complain.

"Oh come on, I didn't even bite that hard." You joked as you grabbed for the door to open it. You started walking out but noticed Craig stayed where he was. You turned back to him it was weird to see him without his hat on it made you think back to the weekend. You could feel your face heating up. The disheveled look suited him nicely.

"Honey, you coming or what." He was still quiet no snide remarks or clever quips. You think you broke Craig, mission accomplished. He put his hat on and followed you out as you grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

Making your way to the usual table you smiled when Token and Tweek lost their shit. You laughed at their reaction and half expected some sort of sarcastic remark from Craig but it never came. It wasn't like him to zone out like this but no one batted an eye at it. "Maybe he's at his limit for human interaction for the moment?" you think to yourself as you continued with the rest of the day. Lola didn't bother you after that and thank god.

You really wanted to ask Craig what the deal was with her but you shrugged it off. He was still quiet when he walked you to your last class. "Hey, are you okay you've been pretty out of it since lunch?" he didn't look you in the eyes like he has been he just looked off to the side and rubbed his neck "I..." he trailed off and you tilted your head "I'm just tired."

"Ah," you stood on your tippy toes and kissed his forehead "Only one more class, you can make it." you gave him a thumbs up and a dorky grin. He smiled at the floor and waved you off going to his class. You sat down and looked out the window. It was funny to think that a year ago you hated his guts and now you've seen him nearly naked and made out with him. It definitely was not how you expected your junior year to go.

[obey-me-headquarters]

Dante, being my favorite character of basically anything ever, gets a special privilege I seldom hand out: being dubbed a switch.

(Basically, I want to write Sub!Dante X Dom!Reader and Dom!Dante X Sub!Character. Don't worry, this is still a purely Dom!Reader blog)

Anyway, speaking of Dom!Dante X Sub!Character, imagine Dom!Dante X Brat!Heathcliff. Dante taking Heathcliff into their room/office (does Dante have a room? I know the sinners do) and taking Heathcliff over their knee and spanking them as punishment after Heathcliff got angry and killed a few sinners, making Dante wind back the clock.

I just know that Heathcliff is such a brat. When he wants attention, instead of simply asking for it, he picks a fight with a sinner so he'll get punished. Ishmael is also a brat, but at least she admits it when she wants attention. Even if her way of asking is grabbing Dante by the collar and pushing them against the wall and telling them she wants to be spanked.

She definitely teases Heathcliff for not just admitting that he wants to be spanked. Especially when he tries to rally her up so she'll pick a fight with him.

Outis is such a boss fucker. She needs someone to tell her want to do and praise her if she does something good, and punish her when she doesn't meet their standards. I feel like she also has a boot licking kink.

She loves to kneel on the ground and clean Dante's/Reader's boots with her tongue. After she gets them clean enough, and she's been a good girl, then she's allowed to grind her pussy along the tip of a boot until she cums. Making a mess of what she just cleaned, but that just means that she needs to be punished.

Outis also has a giant praise kink, I can feel it in my bones. But she has to feel like she earned the praise, it can't just be handed out to her freely. So she needs to either endure edging or overstim or do something well before she can accept the praise she's given.

Speaking of praise kinks, I feel like Meursault and Gregor also have one. Meursault because it makes him feel calm and relaxed when he knows that he's doing something right. Gregor didn't know he has a praise kink until you/Dante said "good boy" in the middle of sex and he cums immediately. He is very embarrassed by having a praise kink and tries to deny/downplay it. He has to be fucked out of his mind before he can be praised without getting embarrassed.

About Dante being a dom, I feel like they're a bit of a softer dom who, at first, got a little nervous about being in control. They're not the confident Dom!Reader I usually write. At least, not yet. As they get more experience they slowly get more and more confident.

Idk, it's just funny to to me if Dante started off as a soft Dom and each sinner came to them like "I want you to make me lick your boots/spank me until I cry/ lock me in a cock cage" and Dante is like sigh "Alright".

Also, none of the other characters I've met, besides Dante, give off any sort of dom energy, so sorry Dante, until I'm writing Dom!Reader, they're kinda cursed to always be domming.

I can see Vergilius being a bit of a power bottom when the mood strikes (when he needs to vent out his frustrations of managing 12 rambunctious adults) but most of the time he's a tired old man who just wants to be fucked. Also, I think Vergil would look very good in lingerie.

Dante's initial timid and gentle nature when it came to domming clashed with a few of the sinners who would prefer a stricter dom to take them in hand, but no one is more pkssed than Heathcliff. He just wants to be shoved over a desk and spanked until he's sobbing for mercy, why is Dante being so nice?!

Dante ends up accidentally teasing Heathcliff because he keeps shrugging off Heathcliff's bratting attempts while Heathcliff refuses to sit down and talk about what he actually wants. Heathcliff is basically tearing his hair out, trying to figure out which ones of Dante's buttons to push until they snap.

After a while Heathcliff snaps and gets down onto his knees and begs Dante to spank him after Dante only sighed disappointingly at Heathcliff's latest bratting attempt. Heathcliff believes that Dante will only spank him if he begs for it. And Dante? Seeing Heathcliff kneeling on the ground, clutching their dress pants, and looking up at them with the most desperate in his eyes? Oh, they just have to tease him.

[dancing-to-architecture]

12 of 1001

Today's album: The Mothers of Invention - Freak Out! (1966)

Shit yeah, folks, we got some Zappa today!

When it comes to the Mothers, i know Weasels Ripped My Flesh and We're Only In It For The Money, so i can't wait to get seriously fuckin WEIRD.

A quick Wikipedia search tells me that Freak Out! is:

•the debut Mothers (and therefore also Zappa) album,

•might be the first concept album,

•and also was the first time anybody released a double album for their debut.

Hungry Freaks, Daddy-

Okay, as much as i wanted Tracy Chapman's revolution a few days back, i want these Hungry Freaks around even more.

Florida should be filled with hungry freaks. That feels right and natural, unlike Mr America.

A killer start, and i love any song with prominent kazoo.

I Ain't Got No Heart-

Aro anthem or "free love, no strings" anthem? Hard to tell, could go either way. I guess it depends on how you look at it.

Who Are The Brain Police?-

Who ARE the brain police? Why are the brain police? Kill the cop in your head.

Chaotic instrumentation and lyrics that wouldn't be out of place on a Death Grips album, only Ride would be *way* harsher with it.

MORE KAZOO. I got a fever that can only be cured with plastic and a piece of wax.

Go Cry On Somebody Else's Shoulder-

Doo-wop "nah we should stay broken up" song. "Red House" from the other viewpoint.

I have to wonder if this song was an influence for Weird Al's "One More Minute", as they have some very similar bones.

Motherly Love-

The somewhat rarely-seen "know what? groupies are kinda fuckin awesome" rock song.

Kinda creepy, but I've seen/heard much worse.

How Could I Be Such a Fool?-

Another "she done me wrong" song. Okay. Not great, not terrible. Just okay.

Wowie Zowie-

And now a love song. I know this is the start of side 2, but the tone of the songs are giving me whiplash here. That said, who doesn't like a flash in the afternoon?

You Didn't Try To Call Me-

And another i still love you but you don't love me anymore song. Frank, my dude- they're pissed off about the groupies. Simple as that.

Any Way The Wind Blows-

Okay at this point, if this is a concept album, the concept is roughly the same as How I Met Your Mother, in that it's the story of how a guy ruined every single relationship he was in.

At any rate, an "i don't want YOU anymore, i got HER now!" song. Meh.

I like the instrumentation here, but this song kinda feels unnecessary with all the other songs on the album that are so similar in theme.

I'm Not Satisfied-

Lol, love that Zappa gutteral Yeah! in the intro. There's the Frank i know and love.

The lyrics are sadly relatable, but I'm the dude who sucks plus i got depression. (that was an achewood reference I'm actually doing pretty okay more often than not nowadays, esp. when i don't think about my governor existing)

You're Probably Wondering Why I'm Here-

This is more what i was expecting, coming from the other, later albums.

Hell yeah, kazoo SOLO. *Multiple* kazoo solos, even.

"Oh, you don't like our band? Cool, go fuck yourself. We might be weird, but you're fucking basic and boring as shit."

Trouble Every Day-

Change the TV references to Twitter references and you'll realize that, in the last 57 years, nothing has really fundamentally changed in any way.

This song could be released tomorrow and still be relevant to what's going on. Zappa knew from the beginning that America was sliding towards a fascist theocracy, and it really shows here.

Cops are still racist pricks actively beating the shit out of people (well, they put down the nightsticks and picked up ARs, but yeah.)

This nation is still inherently extremely racist.

And the media and all the out-of-touch fuckers in charge keep telling us "there's nothing we can do about it (unless you give us more money)!"

Help, I'm A Rock-

The return of the Weird.

I've heard this song's title as a punchline before, but this is my first time actually hearing the song, and it's exactly as weird as i was hoping it would be.

It's a drag being a rock. Think I would rather be the mayor.

Chaotic as hell. Also, i was glad i was wearing headphones when the orgasm noises appeared out of the noise. I can't even begin to imagine how much people of the time hated this.

It can't happen here. Everybody's safe and it can't happen here. No freaks for us and if can't happen here.

(It's happening here. It has been for years and it likely won't ever stop happening here.)

The Return Of The Son of Monster Magnet-

Suzy Creamcheese's first appearance in the discography. (So, until today, I legitimately always thought Suzy Creamcheese was like a late 60s porn star or something. Come to find out just now that it was just an inside joke started by Zappa that blew out of proportion. Today i learned..)

Decidedly the most experimental song on the album. The sounds of Space Madness.

Ooh, picked out a theremin during the space madness section. Fuck yeah.

The lyrics on Spotify have officially broken at this point. They simply do not know how to handle this song.

Space Madness has devolved into more orgasms and speaking in tongues. Yeah, i bet people in the late 60s either totally loved or vehemently hated this, depending on their usage of... substances. (Love me a good substance. Especially some cream cheese. Put it on a toasted bagel and I'm set.)

The last half of this song is the sheer insanity i had been waiting for.

So, for a guy who claimed to never do drugs, this album IS drugs. It's been interesting to see where Zappa et al started from, because it makes me appreciate the later stuff that much more. Thank the gods that Zappa decided to fully Embrace the Weird as he continued his career.

Not my favorite album of theirs, but I'm glad i finally got around to listening to it.

Favorite Track: While i really want to say Trouble Every Day, i have to say Help, I'm A Rock beat it by a hair. Might be unfair to Trouble, since the latter song is like 3 times longer and 5 times weirder, but Trouble Every Day just made me too sad on reflection to give it the top spot.

Least Favorite Track: You Didn't Try To Call Me. This song is already on the album in 2 different spots. The album is long enough, imo it really doesn't need a third song about the exact. same. idea.

[mydramasims]

Dear, Gossip and Change.…☕ episode three pt. 2

12th Park Street, San MyShuno -12:42pm

Nathan: Man, fuck this bar. Sheesh.

Nathan: Get the fuck back here! STOP!!!

Brian: FREEZE!

Nathan: Shit.

Brian: Don't you fucking move!

Nathan: Shit.

Brian: GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING GROUND! SHUT UP!!!

Nathan: Dude, what's your fucking problem?! The real punk is running away.

Brian: I know. I'll catch that fucker soon enough. I've got a bone to pick with you anyway. I don't fucking like you.

Nathan: The feelings mutual fucker.

Brian: I'll keep it simple. Stay the fuck away from Elena.

Nathan: Oh, blondie? Yeah, she's alright.

Brian: YOU'RE GONNA STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!!

Nathan: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just, get that gun out my fuckin' face.

Brian: That's your warning. Love to put a fucking bullet in your sorry ass.

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[edogawa-division]

Kaoru's Thoughts on Kanazawa Division

Wataru Sasaki

“Oh, it's this guy. Fucker tried arresting me for drug possession which was false by the way. Okay, so how it happened was I was in Kanazawa with Yuriko and Kanra when Kanra wandered off so I'm in this random cafe trying to locate her. I’m tired as fuck so I order the strongest drink on the menu but it just wasn't strong enough for me. So I take out a container filled with powdered caffeine and just dump a spoonful in there. Now the problem with that is that it looks a lot like a certain illegal substance at first glance. So to the whole cafe, it looked like I had just dumped cocaine in my drink. One call to the police later and I find myself in an interrogation room being questioned by this guy. I don't like how this guy is treating me ya know so I tell him to test the shit before you start coming at me with your stupid questions. One test later and what do you know? It tests negative for cocaine and comes back just as caffeine. I’ll forever savor the look on Sasaki’s face when he was told that. If you think he had it bad with me you should’ve seen his face when he found out Kanra destroyed a weapons trafficking ring he was investigating. The man looked like he was seconds away from screaming. Hehehe.” 

Kyler Aaron

“Damn it the Feds are here. You hack into the U.S Pentagon and suddenly you're on the FBI’s wanted list. I’m not going to pretend that I’m a fan of intelligence agencies but the FBI? I've got a bone to pick with them. Back before Yuriko was sent after me the Feds sent out a team to either recruit me or dispose of me.” Kaoru paused taking a deep breath. “That team never made it back. I retaliated by sending out a virus that completely fried the FBI’s computer systems to hell and back. I warned them to try that shit again and I’ll show them the full force of Delphi’s wrath. Now that was before Kyler’s time so I can't really hold it against him. Besides he seems to be disobeying his orders of guarding the ambassador for his more personal mission. Perhaps I’ll do him a favor and look into that for him”  

Joey Kurusu

“Oh shit, it's Joey. Unlike the other two, I'm cool with him. I actually know him by his gaming handle Quicksilver just like he knows me by 8Cloud. We didn't actually meet in person until Sasaki dragged me to the police station. He came in to ask Sasaki a few questions and it took me a minute to realize where I heard his voice before. I was like “Quicksilver? Is that you?” He actually jumped up when I mentioned his gaming handle. He was so confused about how I knew him by that name until he recognized my voice. Sasaki was so annoyed when we started chatting in front of him like I wasn't suspected of carrying drugs. Eventually, the test came back that I was carrying caffeine not cocaine and I was let go. I stayed in the station to talk to Joey until Sasaki and Aaron brought Kanra in. That’s when I learned what she had done.” 

Justice Shield

“I guess after so many criminals entering the D.R.B eventually more law enforcers would enter as well. As for me besides Joey, I don't really care much for this team. However, their reason for entering the D.R.B has made me keep my eye out in case someone truly decides they're gonna strike at the tournament. If someone does try anything well let it never be said that Wicked Requiem plays nice.”

[slut4sway]

Anywherebound / chapter X : be my vice

Baby, you got something in your nose Sniffing that K, did you feel the hole? Hope you find peace for yourself New boyfriend ain't gon' fill the void

Do you even really like this track? Take away the drugs, would you feel the noise? More and more you try to run away You fucking yourself, do you feel the toy?

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tw : drug use

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6/5/23

1:27 pm

A faint knock at the door jolts Jamie back to reality. Here he is at it again, left alone with his thoughts for maybe a little too long and he finds himself spreading out a baggie of coke on his marble countertop, propped up by his elbows on the island as he took a quick glance at the door; and being the hothead he is, he inhales the entire messy line that stretched halfway across. His nose traveled around slightly out of place as he tried to get up all he needed in his nasal cavity.

He could hear Mason at the door, questioning something he couldn't properly make out as he tripped up the ledge to the front door. He had only just done a line, how could it have hit him like a bus so quick?

It didn't. Not yet, at least.

It was all the revelry going on. Everywhere. The stress, his head, the moment, Mason's mere existence, and the ear-splitting silence he broke with his faulty steps.

Jamie twisted the doorknob, and slightly pulled it open as Mason scanned him with his... his eyes. The ones he knew all too well. His dusty brown tinted curls were overgrown, forming a thin curtain over his eyes. Mason's gaze was soft, but Jamie could still feel the thick and heavy honey dripping from those pools of golden brown. His lips were pursed like he wanted to say something but was in such a state of confusion and shock he couldn't form the words.

''James..''

Jamie perked up, his eyelashes fluttering as he leaned on the doorway slightly tipping forward into Mason's space like he was drawn by a magnet.

''Wh- what?''

''Did you uh.. are you on anything?'' Mason was still nice to him, but there was something else between them that made their hearts ache and long for something. Sure, he was a fucking wreck but at least he wouldn't leave him to die like Trevor did. Not like that fucker who made him fall for him by pushing him. His presence made Jamie fall for him. Why did he have to be so goddamn loveable? He ate him alive because he fucking let him. The boy he loved the most left him skin and bones.

Mason was here now. Jamie was here, now. In the present. He wasn't sobbing on the ground, right where Trevor left him.

Something flits across Mason's eyes. Maybe it was the coke talking. Behind him, as he still stood on his porch, the sky is a quilt of fluffy clouds. Noticing the world made him float away even more. The closer he gets to it, the faster he slips away. If only Mason would touch him, smile, speak, or just anything. Maybe his hallucinations made him speak his mind out loud, but not like he'd ever know. Mason brought up a soft hand, swiping away the leftover powder from his nose before he pulls him into a hug. He smelled like the bittersweetness of coffee and whiskey with undertones of sandalwood. He smells like home.

Jamie could feel a fire inside Mason which wasn't burning, but warming. He feels like home.

''Everyone can be helped. Trust me on that. I've got you.'' Mason's kind, considerate words just let Jamie melt into him further. Some tears escaped his faintly bloodshot eyes, then followed by the waterworks. Whine after whine, sob after sob, ''if he loved me where is he now'' after ''if he loved me where is he now''s. When he gets overwhelmed, it all hits him at once. It's like a hurricane picking up every terrible thing he's done, the people he's ruined and left broken, every slash with a razor, every single thing down to the minute details.

Mctavish just let him fall apart onto him, as he gently lifted his legs from underneath him and rotated him in a comfortable position.

''Right here. Let it all out. Always gonna be here.'' Oh, Mason. Oh, Mason. If only he knew what he was getting himself into.

He closed the door with his foot and made slow, steady strides to the couch. Jamie was heavy, but he'd deal. He let himself sink into the cushions, with the boy still sobbing in his arms with his own wrapped around his neck.

Mason loved the damage, and Jamie was overflowing with it.

Jamie's cheek bloomed red before he began unexpectedly sucking on Mason's collarbone. He could tell he enjoyed it for a second. For fucks sake, he was pressed up against the guy and could feel everything going on from his belt buckle to six inches down his left thigh. He's no stranger to fucking up, and he know he shouldn't have done what he did when Mason pulled his head away.

''Jim, what the fuck was that?'' Mason cried, confusion and hurt in his face.

''Mmh. Nothing. Just'm.. let me keep working'' Jamie slurred. Anyone would have thought he was drunk, but no, it was just the coke talking.

''Aren't you still with Trevor, and like... I do want you, just not wanting to be a rebound of you, feel me?'' Mason tried to sever contact, but Jamie was all over him.

''Not a rebound. Promise you, baby.'' Even in this state of mind, Jamie thought of everything that could set Mason off. Experimenting when he's not supposed to be taught him a lot. He's never slept with Mason or any of his friends besides Trevor, but he knew the type of person Mctavish was. Lucky guess, perhaps.

Jamie slid a hand up his shirt, as the tears dried on his cheeks. Things were escalating, and they were climbing fast.

''Damn it, why do you have to be so..'' The curlyhead's voice dripped like honey, and Jamie was lapping up every last drop.

''I know. I know I am.'' Jamie's cocky affirmations went straight Mason's dick, as it gave a meaningless twitch underneath his sweats.

Jamie wasted no time hooking his fingers underneath Mason's waistband and tugging it down to his ankles. He was already rocking half a chub but it didn't stop Jamie from taking all of him into his mouth. He could already feel him growing, as his tip poked at the back of Jamie's throat.

Mason suppressed noises of pure bliss as Jamie started to work his tongue around every vein up to his tip, taking ample time just suckling at his tip before he bottomed out again. Mason watched and interlaced his fingers in Jamie's jet-black hair, where it still moved in unison with his head bobbing.

Jamie could have swore his jaw locked. He made eye contact with Mason and that really sent him over the edge. He could feel his thighs tensing around his head, and his back arching from pleasure. Jamie then quickly pulled off, breaking a thread of saliva connecting their bodies. When he quickly broke stimulation, Mason gave a pitiful whine.

''I was so.. close.'' He panted, watching hazily as Jamie struggled to pull his flannel pajama pants off, followed by his overside t-shirt. Jamie then worked Mason's own shirt off, as well as slipping Mason's sweats off his ankles.

Everything moved so incredibly quick. One second Jamie was lining himself up and the next he was taking Mason inch by inch until he had all of him. Being unprepared made it hurt, but it hurt so good.

Maybe that's why Mason loves the damage and Jamie loves the hurt.

It wasn't long before Mason stopped trying to keep quiet. He let out almost every vulgar, desperate sound imaginable. Letting his hands explore Jamie's body made it harder to hold out. Jamie breathed heavily, with his nose buried in Mason's jaw. Small sweat droplets from both of their slick faces mixed together, making the quick chaste kiss taste salty and grossly warm; despite what they were doing.

''Right- right there babe, so close'' Jamie whispered into his ear as he nipped at Mason's earlobe.

They both couldn't hold it any longer.

Their bodies released all tension, including some moans unintentionally held back they both climaxed and spilled out, all unraveling for each other.

''I don't think you, or even me knows how wrong that was'' Coming down from his high brought Mason back to reality. He just fucked his best friend.

No. Way. Absolutely. Not. This couldn't be real.

But it was all real. So tangible and right in front of him, trying to catch a breath while he was coming down from his climax, and his high from the coke he snorted earlier.

''You know I never do anything right''

Jamie devilishly smiled against his cheek with his false grandeur.

•

He couldn't ever pinpoint when, where, and why Jamie fell for the next best option after Trevor but he scrapes it up to just rebounding and it will hopefully pass.

Trevor promised something he could no longer remember. But he knew it was long since broken.

Mason is just another one of Jamie's many vices.

[luccfher]

ㅤㅤㅤ“VAMPIBOY”

steve/eddie/robin/nancy/max/dustin/lucas x kas!male!reader.

N/A: You fuckers. Believe me, I am VERY grateful for the great support my first story got! As I said, it was my first time writing on Tumblr or writing something itself. In time I will try to find my "correct" and comfortable way to make my stories/oneshots/headcanon/canon etc!

+ If you like this type of content/story, it will help me get more inspiration for the future if you like or reblog! (or follow me). Whatever you want, you're free, my little duck. ♡

I'm going to emphasize something and that is that in the part where it is said that the reader is naked, you can really let your imagination run wild. (I say this because there can be both amab or ftm, honestly that doesn't matter, both are valid! ♡).

Summary: After the third victim of Henry/Vecna/01 he decides to “banish” you leaving your adrift in a completely different world than the one you were already used to. According to him, he no longer needed you because his plan had gone perfectly.

Warnings: detailed injuries.

ㅤAlthough this story doesn't contain anything ㅤsexual I still recommend that women o fetish ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpeople don't read.

—Ugh... My- my back..—: They're your first words when you woke up in another dimension that although you belonged before, you were snatched from that one several years ago. Your skin was completely pale, full of burns by the sun and by the pavement that boiled without forgiveness from God himself, Your naked body was surrounded by a white blanket that increased the heat and suffocating air. As soon as you became aware of what was happening, you couldn't help but feel pain and burning in your back, You let out a desperate and fearful scream causing several police officers who were securing the area to lift the blanket, them and some other people around when they lifted the blanket they all gave disgusted looks and even many of them began to say that you were an undead, a demon or Satan. The pain did not let you hear or think clearly, someone or something had scratched you to the point of leaving very noticeable marks because the blood was still fresh. They were deep wounds according to you, you could feel every ripped muscle and your weak bones.

—Kill that thing!—: Apparently everyone had forgotten about that boy who they were blaming minutes ago for your “death”. Weakly you stood up to try to run, but when you wanted to run it was impossible because the burns on your feet and your malnourished body didn't help much, you wanted to escape at all costs and it was what you did with a lot of effort, your legs were weaker and you felt like a deer learning to walk. In the end you ended up falling off a cliff which led directly to the forest. You didn't know what to do or where to go, the whole town already knew who you were and surely they were looking for you to kill you, due to the great loss of blood you crawled under a rock and fell asleep, you were waiting for death as soon as possible.

That hope of dying asleep was extinguished when you heard a boy with long, curly brown hair curse a guy named Jason and how he had ruined the best year of his life. You quickly sat up and moved your body to a part of the rock where you couldn't be noticed.—:Look at me, I'm Jason and I blame the first guy I've been picking on for years, blah blah blah:—Apparently he was so focused on his business that he ended up sitting a few meters away from you, so you tried to make as little noise as possible or else he might end up walking away and look for the rest of the town to lynch you.

You spent a while listening to the idiotic things of the boy who, to a certain extent, seemed to be telling them to you. Time passed and he tried to fall asleep telling himself that everything will be fine by dawn. He had finally fallen asleep, you were determined to get closer to see him completely and not just let yourself be guided by the shadow you saw half an hour ago, you were delicately approaching for two reasons, your injured body and because you feared that he would do something to you.—:pretty:—you whispered under your breath and ran your fingers over her hair and cheeks without even touching them, although there came a time when you rested your hand on her shoulder.—:Who the hell are you? Will you hurt me?:—A brittle and somewhat thick voice came out of nowhere, it was that boy who by inertia took your wrist and clumsily squeezed it tightly.—:my wrist.. you're hurting me:—you exclaimed letting out internal moans due to the pain, you knew that the pressure exerted would leave you with a bruise.

—“shit, I'm sorry.”

—“no problem.”

—“Correct me if I'm wrong, but.. you're naked?”

—mhm? oh!:—you were dying of embarrassment and you didn't know how to cover half your body, you were so nervous that for the first time someone from this town wouldn't treat you in a disrespectful way.

—:don't worry! take my jacket if you want, I don't need it so much now:— he got up to be able to take off the black leather jacket and give it to you carefully.—:And..uhm, why- why are you like this? naked..:—He turned around so you could put on your jacket more comfortably but he kept asking questions about your appearance.—:I was banished.. from a place:—The tone of your voice diminished as you remembered things, since at the end of the day that was Henry, he rejected you but then when he needed something from you he came back to look for you.

—“Oh, I see, problems with your parents?”

—No.. no, Henry and his stupid plan-:—And once again, your mouth was faster than your thought.

After a long night under that rock, you and the boy were trying to explain several things that happened since the first death, you finally got to know who Jason was and why he had screwed up everything, likewise he also knew more about Henry/01/Vecna. It was a night full of laughter, discoveries and to some extent full of tears for both of us—:Look, I don't know if you know dustin, but I hope I can get in touch with him in the morning and ask him to bring some clothes, okay, vampiboy?:—A “yes” came from your lips as you hugged your legs and buried your head between them. That night they also came to introduce themselves to make the atmosphere less heavy (Eddie's idea!), the truth is that you didn't know why he gave you such a strange nickname.

—“Eddie, what's..."vampi" mean?”

—“Well, they are like bats, but human and they feed on human blood, they don't like the sun because they burn if they get under it”

—“Oh.”

—“Eddie. Holy shit. Are you okay?”

—:Nah man, pretty... pretty goddamn far from okay:—You listened to Eddie while you just hugged your legs and rest your head on them.You listened to Eddie while you just hugged your legs and rested your head on them. His plan was to introduce them to his new deadlooking friend and pray to God that everything went well.—:that's near Cornwallis and Garrett-:—Munson was stopped by Steve before realizing the location:—:I know where that is:—After that you only heard how Dustin told him repeatedly that they were coming, they didn't even give him time to tell them the clothes or that he was accompanied. You started to overthink how he would deal with them and how he would explain to them without the need to tell them that you are almost dead.

When he finished speaking he noticed how you were looking at a fixed point and you hardly moved, it was very obvious that you were worried about the fact that he didn't have time to ask them for some food or clothes as minimum, he didn't know how to cheer you up or comfort you, he was going through something hard too, how could he help you if he constantly heard people cursing at him through the news. It's Eddie though, so he started making lame jokes about the situation and surprisingly got a smile out of you causing your fangs to look pretty visible.

When they finally got there the first thing they saw was Eddie throwing himself off a small rock and saying to Dustin “butthead”, You still didn't come out of hiding until the brown hair started talking about how he had met a new friend, everyone was surprised since he claimed that he had had a long talk with a vampiboy and since he was someone close to a guy named vecna—:Poor, running away is getting to him:—Max exclaimed mockingly as he kept his arms crossed and turned around to face the forest.—:No... I'm here..:—When you came out from under the rock you felt the looks of fear/shock from most, you looked at the ground while one of the girls, Robin, he was covering your naked body with his body—:Why the hell r you all staring?! Let's go, we have to get clean clothes for... I'm sorry, what's your name?:—Several woke up from that trance after seeing you halfnaked and noticing the pale color of your skin.

Arriving at the truck you sat in the trunk in front of Eddie, you felt how he was constantly looking at your hands and lips, perhaps he was very amazed since minutes before he almost had a cardiac arrest when he saw very widely your fangs. Throughout the trip you complained when several holes in the street passed, since, Ever since you were under the rock, you never told Eddie about your injuries.—: Guys! I don't think we should take a complete stranger with us... what if he attacks us or something? Eddie said he was close to vecna and-:—Lucas was interrupted by Max with a blow to the stomach with his elbow, it was not the right time to talk out loud about what was right or wrong, only they knew why they helped you.

You managed to hear Lucas and it was for this reason that Max elbowed him. You let out a sigh and ignored all noise just by closing your eyes, this was tormenting you so much, you felt that all this was almost a vision of Henry or even an illusion to torture you, your thoughts were diminishing little by little just like your guard.—:He's falling asleep, Eddie... could you?:—Steve said without concern and giving him a small gesture that was enough to know what he really meant, Eddie just nodded and gently settled your head on his lap and the rest of your body he tried to accommodate it for the remaining space that the trunk had. He didn't know where to place his hands and he hadn't thought about putting them on you, he had noticed from the beginning that you felt discomfort in your back, in the end he ended up putting his hands behind his head.

During the trip, everyone began to make theories about how a human could be in such conditions, however they did not deny that you had very... particular things.—:vampire?:—It was the first response that was obtained from Lucas after a time.

— “hey, guys... maybe he was right?”

— “What?”:—They all said the same answer.—

— “It would be like a type of "vampire", rather something similar to a vampire bat. They are characterized by consuming animal blood, but the thing it's that he can survive 6 months without food, now the question is... where he come from?”

—:I think the answer is very simple, if monsters and shit have come out of an alternate world, why shouldn't a vampiboy come out?:—For a moment most of them stared at him after his sudden and ironic response, but he wasn't wrong and less so after the talk they had had under the skull rock, everything made sense. As soon as they got to Steve's house, he and Eddie tried to pick you up so they could get in, when they managed to make you aware of the situation you started denying strongly and unconsciously your nails on the Munson boy's arm.—:Light... makes my skin... u-uhm...:—The lack of words made you feel useless, you didn't know, or rather, you couldn't find the right ways to express what you needed.

When they managed to understand you, they decided to take some clothes to the truck and that you will change in there, when you were finally about to put on a blue jacket with white lines, Nancy came in from the other side and very conspicuously noticed the large scratches that you had all over your back.—:what happened to your back?!:—His shout alarmed the others, causing them to approach in a hurry—:What are waiting for? bring alcohol, cotton and some bandages!:—That's when they started looking like crazy. Time passed while Nancy tried to heal your wounds and you just writhed from the immense burning when she placed alcohol to disinfect the wounds.—:Hold still, I don't want to hurt you more than you already are:—You resisted for a few moments and made the suffering end as soon as possible, obviously you had to bite your lower lip to not let out any kind of noise. Luckily the burning stopped when he put on some gauze pads with tape and the bandages.

When you put on your shirt, everyone settled back in their respective seats while they went over the plan to get on the boat to look for the portal.—:And exactly what will we do when we get there? 'Cause I highly doubt we'll all fit in one boat:—Eddie was as nervous as everyone except for one person in particular, you. You knew what everything was like in that world, every "secret" inside the upside down so you had to be answering thousands of questions that they asked in search of calming their nerves, obviously your answers were very few and were more signs than anything else.—:As i told you, robin, (y/n) can't go with us 'cause his wounds they don't heal at all:—You admired the way Nancy seemed like a born leader, and especially how everyone had listened to her... well, almost everyone since Dustin spent a lot of time with his idea that he should go within the boat because he had discovered the portal and apart because it was his compass.

the end was very dry and perhaps without much desire, I know and I'm sorry for it, but my brain was not giving for more. T-T

I used as a reference to the reader's wounds a photo of a character that was played by Joseph:

Without further ado, I say bye bye and please, be patient with the stories.

[killmebythebeach]

Oli is in a snivily cage, imprisoned for his crimes of afterlife.

Love that trope of "Oh my gosh [horrific event]" "wait, does that mean [selfish arbitrary thing that happens to come out of it]?" Anyway Oli won afterlife I will hear nothing of it

It pained my heart that he terrorized Gem's village. Just a little.

I'm SO PISSED he didn't make more afterlife vids fucker got the VAMPIRE origin and that was the ONE original I wanted to see make a reappearance (maybe he streamed it though idk)

HE GOT STUCK ON LIZZIE'S ENIGMA MACHINE THAT TRAPPED JOEL SGJKVD.

Is he an angel when he's trying to bring Sausage back? If so: what the hell is that skin. Also he's lonely :( Oli plays off desperate loneliness well (edit: he's birb)

PEARL HAS HER DOOR NO ONE COULD FIGURE OUT HOW TO OPEN SGKNDSJK also WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!

I also love that this probably means Pearl was a god this whole time or she became god after dying. So a) Xornoth seeing god and going "Yeah ill terrorize that" or b) Pearl becoming god and deciding to go to Scott's perfect little afterlife to cause havoc

FIGHTING FARMER QUEEN SHE STILL IS A FIGHTER WE WIN THEEEEESE anyway fucked up god "just sleeeeeping" Pearl my beloved hope she makes more appearances. She really went "No <3" and then iseakied him.

Very glad afterlife Oli is empires Oli btw. I want him to join the stratosphere war so bad. "I don't know how many lives I've got left!" Ooooh

Glad he used the actual empires map I think. Also is he always in a Hawaiian shirt or is that new?

. Did he refer to himself as goated with the sauce.

THE EVERMOORE?! DOESNT LIKE HIM?! Like I know everyone is warned of the fog but a FROG?!

Oli gets the monster hunter achievement when he kills that pillaged at spawn. How is this man alive.

Is Oli like. Well?

Skrunkly.

WHAT KIND OF FUCKING RAVINE IS THAT?! WHY DOES IT GO ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE DEEP DARK?!

Once again. Is Oli okay? Like.

I'm pretty sure while he's talking about people drawing him he's taking jab at Joel, which is always welcome.

WHY IS THERE THERE A MUSIC NUMBER LIKE ITSLL PROBABLY BE AMAZING BUT OLI.

Everyone: oh my gosh! What happened to the dragon?!

Oli: *speed running music*

^ this is what I've gathered from this part so part

Idk who Zeuz is but he's funky. I want to make a cool guardian design of him and Oli. I feel like I'm watching the sage in an 80s fantasy movie with puppets watch an anime protag.

... I like the strider.

"I've pearled before-" everybody! Enderrail.... ENDERRAIL... ENDERRAIL!!!

"I'm gonna take you to BED. BATH. AND! BEYOND!" I have to encorperate that into my daily phrases. Oh yeah, the egg.

Friendly reminder: the first episode was a whole server event where everyone went to the end and saw the egg and dragon gone. Oli is gonna lore something... I feel it in my bones.

PIX'S BRIDGE!!!

Hc that Oli was in the credits for hundreds of years and that's why he never ran into anyone (ignore that he ran into spawn campfire before killing the dragon)

Oli on his racoon Tommy arc. This makes Gem Techno and I find that hilarious she should kill people. Wisps for the Wisp god or something idk haven't been here in a while

I don't know why I didn't notice Oli had a good voice? Also Gem walking up the stairs during that is peak comedy

Probably nothing (maybe it's like a setting or smth to turn off achievements) but Gem didn't get the achievement for picking up the egg

Also ??? Did Gem break that block under him?! Is he in Fwhip's place or elsewhere or ???

Okay question answered however Fwhip what the fuck. Really hoped Gem and Fwhip teamed up for that one. Also is the Sheriff just. Taking prisoners?

Idk I don't do live blogging but this was a special occasion.

[existslikepristin]

In your own opinion which idol needs more smut?

Last time I got an ask like this I said Momoland. That's, uh, somewhere in my archives.

(Btw since this ask is specifically about smut, expect some NSFW talk.)

This time the question is for a single idol... That's rough. There are a ton of idols who need to be written IMO. But I'm gonna say

Kim "YR" "Katie" Yerim... AKA Yeri (of Red Velvet)

So one of my favorite things to do is put a spotlight on lesser-known idols, but I've got a bone to pick with Kpop smut writers. And that bone is: Why the fuck is Yeri (effectively) ignored in the context of Red Velvet smut?

To preface: The rest of Red Velvet is smut-worthy. They're hot/cute/pretty. They're talented. Etc. But proportionally, Yeri gets very little attention. Even Wendy, Red Velvet's official visual hole (which is not my personal opinion, it is LSM's marketing strategy, hashtagWendyIsHotAwareness) appears in more than twice as many M-rated fics as Yeri on AFF according to a simple tag search. From personal experience looking for Yeri smut, for a majority of those fics she appears in, she is cameo character to justify using her name to pad out the fic's tags. You get this to a certain degree with Joy as well, but the difference is less stark, and Joy is less often relegated to background character status. If you ask me, this disparity is a tyrannical injustice and here's a list of reasons why you should join the very real crusade that I will eventually probably start for Yeri to get more smut written about her.

1. Yeri is hot as fuck.

I don't know if you've noticed, but Yeri is hot as fuck, and that's a pretty good reason for you to write smut about her. Are the other members of RV hot? Yes. BUT... is Yeri hot? Yes. And you know she is. She is not only hot, but she has little to no reservation about proving it.

Surprise, mother fucker. Yeri has an ass. It may not always seem like it because she's top heavy, but she definitely has an ass.

Don't try to pretend you weren't already thinking about her god-like tits. Without even being obscenely large, they are capable of changing the center of gravity. Of your eyes. To make you look at them. Because she has boobs. Does your bias have boobs? Don't answer that. I didn't THINK SO. Haha, gottem.

She's got the Squirtle lip, implying she is a water type, implying she is constantly wet and/or a squirter and/or lactates probably. She puts out house fires while wearing sick shades.

As someone with half a foot fetish and an expert opinion, I can also confirm she has the cutest feet in Red Velvet and is in at least the top 5 overall for idols as a whole.

Of course, given how blisteringly hot Yeri is, there are many more physical characteristics that I could cover here, but Tumblr has an image limit and I already spent too long making the collages above while my rapokki gets cold.

2. Yeri cusses.

I love when idols swear in English and this is my list so you can fuck off you gosh damn cunt.

Seulgi is what we call a coward.

3. We stan a horny queen.

We've all seen the clips. "Hi, I'm Katy. Nice to meet you." and "Yeah, I like girls... GENERATION." These were clearly what we call in the biz a panty drop and a gay panic, respectively. Yeri loves porn, sleeps naked, and has at minimum depending on how you count sixteen confirmed kinks (including a foot fetish, voyeurism, degradation/humiliation, something about vampires, and many more). She is a pansexual (meaning sexual toward anyone, though she may also have sexual feelings for kitchenware), gender fluid, ethnodiversity-appreciating switch. With all of the above in mind, she is obviously willing to fuck anyone in any way and if you write about it, she will surely find/read/enjoy it. Also she would have the longest, thickest futa dick in Red Velvet, a fact which is not up for debate.

4. She's not a massive bitch.

Don't @ me, Irene stans. It's a joke and I am exaggerating. Every celebrity of every caliber is under a lot of interpersonal/social stress guaranteed to manifest at random intervals as behavior ranging from mildly to severely antisocial.

But no really, Yeri is a pretty normal person. For as much as you can be if you're an extremely successful idol and influencer, Yeri's kinda normal. She still fangirls over stuff, she regularly shows gratitude, and she's not afraid to be seen as a regular human being, illusion of idol perfection be damned. She actually exhibits more emotional diversity than your average can of grapes, which cannot be said about a looot of idols. Maybe you should write emotional fluff about her too. You can't spell fIuffery without using all the letter's in Yeri's name. And honestly, why would you even try? (In case you missed it, that was a capital i, and was extremely clever)

5. Yeri is a meme idol, and she's funnier than you.

Yeri is an effortless comedian. Seriously, you should appreciate that more. She tries really hard to make you laugh, and you swine don't seem to appreciate them pearls.

If you write like I do, the fact that she's so fucking hilarious is extremely helpful and inspiring.

So yeah.

Also, if you want an idol to write who just doesn't have like nearly enough smuts in an overall sense, write Yooa. I know this was a rant about Yeri, but Yooa is also cool and hot.