#I'm sorry I'm nit used to draw something more than a person like ���� but ig it's good to push myself a little 😅

[off-mozzarella]

A lil something for Whumptober day 10: blow to the head

[goose-duck]

Creepypasta x reader

Obscene Normality (ch.1)

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Obtusely normal reader bc I'm tired of reader being either some cute little critter or some badass killer or smth idk free me, this story is trying to be realistic but also not, yknow? Maybe you don't, but I do.

What's it about? Well, it's just you interacting with the creepypastas but it's realistic, kinda, I'm trying my best. That's the gist of it.

Characters: Hoodie, masky, toby, you

Probably shorter than you expect, I tend you give up half way with stories, so, maybe this'll have a few parts to it or smth

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I was chilling at my job. It's a 9-5 job, very fun. Actually, it doesn't completely suck, I'm almost my own boss so that's fun. I'm daytime security at a museum in a small town. We get two guests a day if we're lucky, it's nothing special. The place functions more as a pit stop for directions but some people actually care about the artifacts and information. Not me though, I honestly can't be bothered. It's not that I don't like learning about this stuff, it's just, I work here, so, I don't wanna, yknow? Gotta be as defiant as defiant ad possible I guess.. maybe I should talk to a therapist about that...eh...I don't have the money...hence why I work six days a week. Yeah. Six. Anyway, not the point. I'm the only person here. You'd think there'd be someone who specializes in historical stuff, or at least my boss, but no. It's just me. So, as you'd imagine I get the creeps sometimes, but ultimately it's nit that bad, I have internet and no one to tell me what I can and can't do so I just chill all day and get paid for it. I don't get a lunch break though, which i think is illegal, but I don't care enough to deal with it.

Today is another normal day, as previously mentioned, nothing ever happens here. So I'm just sitting at a desk in the library part of the building, it's just got death records in it, nothing special, I organized them when I first got here three years ago. Crazy...it's been three years, you'd think I'd have gone crazy with such a lovey job by now, but I've still got most of my marbles. Or maybe those are dice? Where are my dice..? Probably somewhere in my room...I should clean up after work...that sounds like something smart for me to do.

A few odd guys walk in the front door. Not my place to judge...but.. they look off. Maybe they're cosplayers? But what are they doing at a museum...whatever...like I said, not my place to judge. However...no one will reprimand me for drawing these strange guys.. so that's what I'll do. I begin drawing the first one I saw...he has a mask or mussel on his face...seems like he's got a gash on his cheek hidden under it. I run my tongue along the scar on my inner cheek...I used to chew on my cheek..is that what would have happened if I never stopped? I guess that makes sense...but why the face covering? And the goggles? Eh...my dad wears sunglasses inside, this isn't nearly as bad, at least these have some style to them and match the rest of this guy's outfit. There's this other guy, ugly yellow hoodie...sorry yellow lovers...but he doesn't make it work. He's got a robbers mask with a red frowny face on it...uh...let's hope he doesn't rob the place, I don't wanna have to do my job. Now for the third guy...mask guy...sideburns guy...less in shape markiplier? I don't know...I wonder if he's good looking under the mask...I like his physic...I shouldn't be fantasizing about random men I see while at work. Sorry. Who am I apologizing to? This is definitely becoming a problem...I'm apologizing to myself for being weird now.

The masked man walks over to me, he just kinda looks at me, nods, then continues on his way. I think he was trying to reassure me they aren't here to steal.. given their outfits that's appreciated...I guess maybe they really are just cosplayers...maybe I should ask who the characters are? Do I care enough for that? Yeah...but I'll let them walk around a but first...I'll ask when they're on the way out.

After a little while I get bored of just sitting around so I start wondering around the building...maybe I'll run into the guys again. Oh wow...that was quick. It didn't take long to run into the trio again, they're standing around some death records, looking for someone...obviously.

"Yo, need anything? I can help if you're looking for someone." I say politely but still trying to keep it casual.

The man in the hoodie responds, "No, but thank you. We'll just look for ourselves." He's kind about it, but I get the feeling he just wants me to leave.

I notice the guy with the goggles twitching.. I wonder what neurological disorder he has..not my business. I turn around and walk away. I'll ask about the cosplays later. I decided to just go wait around at the front doors so I won't miss them when they leave. I just lollygag around, playing games on my phone to pass the time.

It doesn't take long before the men are back, looking like they're going for the exit, I quickly get their attention, "hey, yall enjoy your time here?"

The twitchy man with the goggles answers, "Y-yeah it.. it was good. Found what I I I...I was looking for." He seemed to be getting annoyed by his own tics and stuttering as he talked.

The masked man and hooded man both nod in agreement with goggles' response.

"That's good!" I give them a soft smile, "may I ask something before you leave?"

"Sure." The hooded man blankly states.

I get a little nervous, holding my hands together and twiddling my thumbs, what if I'm wrong and they just dress like this? Maybe I won't ask...

"Uh...um...ah...never mind." I stammer out tp the three men.

The masked man rolls his eyes, "okay, bye then."

I quickly respond with a small wave, "see ya! Have a nice day!"

The three men then leave and I'm left all alone again.

...yay.

[historixally-accurate]

good afternoon...sheepishly slides into your inbox...

sorry for nit appearing sooner, i had to go out yesterday and i was wiped, teehee.

i love writing letters and long form messages for people, its like my fucked up little love language or some shit. everytime i get to write a card for someone its like im giving them an entire english essay dawg

dumping 5 test papers on you and dipping for junehols is WILD even for primary school🤯🤯🤯 and you're so real for hatin on SG math. it was downhill from P1 for me. feel free to complain because i will understand dawg i am math's #1 hater.

i wish my teacher saw the kazuha blunt birthday gift the same way as you did. she told me to erase it :( LMAOOOO no hard feelings but it was funny while it lasted.

having HBG themed wallpapers fron everything is so cool thats sooooo positive aura brother😍😍me personally i just have my own art as my phone home screen...ahahaha im considering drawing 21mustard and putting him there instead.

its actually so cool to see soneone talk about nemerald and fyro like you do. i just feel like they go underappreciated too often D: if i actually had more tine to watch more vods i would draw them more often!!!!! WHY ARE EMERALDS STREAMS SOMEHOW ALWAYS MORE THAN LIKE 15 HOURS IM GOING TO RIOT mr emerald......please......have some pity on my poor SG ass......your skibidi aura is fading......

minesweeper speedrunning is actually something im doing from time to time, not really serious at all lmao. i think maybe i should livestream playing it to some of my friends one day. my reactions are always so funny. one time when i made a throw on par with one of poundy's i almost fell off my chair in deppsair. urm! anyway

i believe minesweeper is a beginner friendly game for everyone! its kinda like the chrome dinosaur game , its only for recreation.so i guess you could just call me a unnecessary sweat. my bad. i have this chronic illness called "must be competitive in all the wrong things".

COMPKETELY UNRELATED but im curious, have you ever thought about HBG's like heights. white men r always so goddamn tall wtf... can i habe some.....por favor. ive heard some members make fun of couri for being short, but im sure that mf is 100% taller than me , lol. real SG student Gs know the euphoria of hearing your PE teacher saying your height and relaising you grew 0.5cm!!!! ok maybe thats a little too much info ill stop now. its a silly thing to think about, but im generally a silly person. my irls can and will talk about the stupid things ive done for like. 1 hour struaght. im kinda like the joker. wragh!!!!

ALSO one last question :> have you ever thought about who in Hbg best matches ur vibe, lol. personally i dont know hbg well enough to say for certain, but i feel like i have silver's deadpan glare when i really lock in.

hopefully youre still doin well, seeinf as that last mime doodle you sent (i love these btw) had what looked like (GASP) complete the square?!?!?! hope youre not going through it 😗

im coincidentally also sending this around the same time as you did yesterday....so.... have a great rest of the day :D - sgmcsr anon

yoey nonnie! boy is it late, what, almost 11/11 LMAO

anyway, time to get into answering my daily inbox because I've been busy todya </3

about messages, I am a natural born yapper, I've been getting a1 for my English for the past... 4 years? and I love writing loooong paragraphs, so you're not alone! I love being a yapper and sharing my silly ideas with the world.. it makes me feel heard <3

about psle, that shit was. aha. ohh. wow. yah. I used to be in a school that was considered very good, so the pressure was a LOT. every single day I was grinded to do papers and revise things even after school, even after all that I did pretty meh. even tho I did meh, I'm still grinding my ass off in the sch I was posted to </3 horrid horrid horrid

about the blunt smoking kazuha, I appreciate anyone who doodles using whiteboard markers, I think that may be one of the hardest mediums to work with 😭 god bless soldier, really 😭😭😭😭 id love to see it

about the illness that is HBG wallpapers, if you're curious, this is my current homescreen :3

it's messy and all over the place, but WHATEVER BA. I don't gaf ☝️☝️ the swag aura can be FELT by every member of my family. I've even gotten my sister to utter the words "mongey" and "mongeyful" during our walk today 😭 also 21mustard is so swaggy cool. you go yet another fast speedrunning white boy. hell yeha

about OH YM GOD FYROAH AND NEM. OHHH. FALLS OVER. CRIES ON THE GROUND. ROLLS AROUND. FUCK. OH MY GOD. I LOVE THEM. AUUGHHGAHGHA. I'll draw them if they interact in the upcoming BAC stream. I'll draw them like no tomorrow. ALSO. EMERALDS SKIBIDI AURA FADING GOT ME LOWKEY CACKLING. mr n emerald. your skibidi aura is leaving your body. any longer and I will absorb it for myself. I need that skibidi aura. give it to me.

about minesweeper, oh.. I really want to learn how to play it.. it looks super fuckin fun dude oh my skibidi rizz. also. I feel how you feel. I was on good pace learning how to route chalice bridge routes today, and lost it because a piglin knocked me into lava and I forgot to pop a fire res pot. devastating. I was coping so hard. hit the copium so hard I left vc and cried. talkingmime give me your energy. 我求求您。please. PELASE. PLEASEEEE. FUCK

ha. anyway. about learning minesweeper, I've played it a few times, and I really like it.. I've just never gotten good at it and. dropped it faster than when I saw my new lit book for the first time this year. <3 (I get the competitiveness. every singaporean has it etched into their brain like microchip and code. it's ok. I get it)

about HBG heights. THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BITCHASS STREAMERS ALL OF THEM ARE LIKE. I SWEAR. 5'10 AND ABOVE. erm. unless your name is couriway. sorry. BUT ANYWAY. yeah. they're. so tall???? for what. one day if I ever get to meet any HBG members, I will dissect and take their legs. pls. I want to be at least 5'3 or 5'4. I'm like. 154cm rn. I'm so short. I'm short. help. hel p. help. also! shoutout height and weight during PE. I love learning that I haven't grown in the past 5 months </3 fucking dumb.

also? nonnie may be the joker. hehehehaw.

about who in HBG matches my vibe, I'd say in terms of character, one of my friends did say that I really remind him of dandannyboy, but i feel like I am. like feinberg. that feinberg guy. except that I'm fucking stupid. everyone else who doesn't know me knows me as that talkingmime dude. so. idk? idk. I really don't know. I'm saying fein because when I get pressed over something, oh boy I get PRESSED. :')

holidays are going great, yeah, completing squares. fuck that shit is fun. I love amath. wowie. Hehe. haha. I'm so smart. I think. wowie.

it's almost 12 25am because yay fo no school ☝️☝️☝️ I can do this as LATE AS I WANT MF 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

nonnie, as always, have a beautiful mongeyful day.... I await your response ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️

obligatory mime drawing because you asked me things ^_^

[dark-twist-fairytales]

So, I am going to (basically) re-vamp my entire comic over on @fraction-infraction , as I'm not pleased with how it looks. Where's a good starting point? Henry, our main pro-tag. Here's what I have.

(The whole sheet)

I drew Henry in the basic stick style and human style. Much debate and time: the stick style is being kept. It's easier to draw, takes less time, and is more pleasing to look at, in my opinion. Of course, I'm completely open to opinions.

The hairstyle used is MAINLY what I was wanting to change, this being it:

As you can tell, I did like the general of it. That basic being:

+Messy

+Short

+'Henry' like (in my opinion)

+Easy to change (needed for story reasons)

+Basic shape

But, as you can tell, there are more dislikes than likes. Nit-picky and from the drawing perspective. But also from the viewing perspective. Overall, didn't like it, and something needed to change about it. In comes style two:

Now, as you can tell, I like this one more. It has all of the same likes from the first one of messy, short, 'Henry', and changeable, but it also fixed an issue I had with the first design and made it more pleasing to look at. More flowy without being too harsh, while still being harsh in shapes for easier to copy. Now, it is more detailed than the first design, and it's still kind of basic in outlooks, but overall, I'm thinking this one is working for Henry in Fraction Infraction.

"But why is this being brought up?"

(Underneath the cut gets a little sappy, but I'm shamelessly not sorry about getting sappy)

Good question! Back in November of 2022, I had mentioned on there and reblogged here that I hadn't forgotten about the comic (which is true), but I wasn't pleased with the comic. Not just the outlooks, but also the pacing, the structure, it felt too fast, introducing characters too early, the characters felt too flat in terms of personalities- There was a lot I wasn't pleased with it.

I started the comic in the summer of 2022, with carple tunnel hitting me, before school started cranking down on me, before I took on the project of voicing The Universe Has A New Link/The New Link, before I started on with figuring out system shit- It was a lot that happened all at once. This comic was the beginning, and unfortunately, didn't have a pleasing effect on what is a great idea.

So, now is the time. Now feels right to bring this back and start working on it. I still have the original notes of the project and swapped status, now is time to dig back through them and give MORE meaning to it in the be the scenes. Now feels better than before.

So! Any opinions you want to give about it. Any headcanons about a character that completely condltradicts canon that you want to see. Remotely ANYTHING, I'm all ears to hear. I want to hear your opinions on a swapped factions of characters. I want the help and other's opinions, any and all opinions. And I'm meaning this.

Hell, if you're wanting to help on this project in a greater depth, please feel free to DM me. I know this post is long and rambly, but I'm being serious and genuine. This community means a lot to me. This AU means a lot to me. I want to give it a new life, with the greater following and bigger and stronger circle that I have now.

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Hot Public Shit

SPOILERS ALERT: If you haven't finishing watching TVD, there might be some spoilers for you. I don't tell any of the story but it might spoil some of the character relationships that later develop in the show. (I personally hate spoilers so I'm making this as clear as possible)

Character: Damon x reader, Enzo, Stefan, Caroline and Bonnie

Summary: During a celebration dinner you try your best to push Damon to brink of losing control. He doesn't let you get away with it. He doesn't even wait til you get home.

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT (+18) , Spoilers, Cursing

(HEAVY SMUT includes unprotected sex, daddy kink, public sex, choking, heavy sexual terminology and masturbation)

"How long is this going to be?" Damon whined getting out of his Camaro and slamming the door shut.

"Damon, you promised that you would behave tonight. It's Stefan and Caroline's night." I looped around the car placing my hands on his chest looking him in the eyes.

"They've been married for like what? A year? That's nothing when your nearly 180 years old" Damon rolled his eyes

"They've been through a lot this year" I brushed his shirt down bringing my eyes to his chest

"So have we." Damon brought my face back up to his gently holding my chin.

"We can have our own celebration" I whispered giving a flirty smile.

"Mmm, I like that sound of that" Damon hummed bringing his head down to my neck and kissing it.

A soft moan escaped my lips feeling his warm breath hit my skin.

"How about we celebrate tonight, with me eating your perfect pussy out until you make a mess on my face" Damon whispered bringing his face up giving a lascivious smile.

I could feel my face turning red and my core starting to wake up from memories of familiar nights.

I snapped myself out from zoning out and pulled away from Damon kissing my neck.

"I would love that, but right now we should go in and be good guests. I know Caroline has been slaving over the oven all day making sure we were still going to come." I took Damon's hand and dragged him up the drive way.

We knocked on the door and in a instance Caroline was opening it.

"Welcome guys!" She cheered raising her arms to gesture us in.

I could just feel Damon's eyes roll into the back of his head hearing her high pitched voice.

"Thanks for having us Caroline" I grinned bringing her into a hug.

"I'm just happy that you're hear" She said chipperly

I walked further into the house to see Stefan, Bonnie and Enzo all chilling near the fire, enjoying their drinks.

"Hey!" I greeted walking towards Stefan.

We hugged and Damon and I plopped ourselves down on the couch on the other side of the fireplace.

We chatted and enjoyed our drinks soaking up the heat of the fire as Caroline and Stefan finished cooking the dinner. I look over to see how happy Bonnie was as Enzo showered her in kisses and wrapped his arm around her waist keeping her close to him. Bonnie deserved happiness and Enzo was that person that could give her that. I glanced over to Damon who leaned back onto the couch enjoying his bourbon. I rested back into his chest wanting to appreciate the rare and happy memories we were making.

"You okay?" He looked down, bring his arm around me caressing my lower back.

"Yeah, I'm just happy I'm here with you" I raised my head, meeting his cold blue eyes.

As the night went on, dinner was served which seemed to be a never ending trail of food. It felt like we were having a 12 course dinner. By the end we were all stuffed and continuing to slowly get through our drinks. We were starting to get more relaxed and happy as the liquor made its way around, leading to interesting conversations between us all.

I looked over to see Damon finishing off the bottle by pouring the rest of it into his glass. Seeing his hand grip around the glass and bringing the liquor up to his pink lips, sparked a little flame deep inside of me. I squirmed in my chair, feeling the affect of all the alcohol playing a part in my random horniness. I brought my hand down under the table and rest it on his thigh, leaning closer to him. He looked over to me with his eyes slightly gazed over. I know he was also feeling the same buzz I was feeling. I ran my fingers lightly further up his thigh and rest it on his stiffening package. I glanced up at him while palming him gently. He shifted in his seat and took a deep breath. He looked at me with narrowed eyes telling me not to test him. I bit my lip knowing what that did to him. He came close to my ear and I could feel the heat radiate off his body.

"You want to play this game?" He whispered softly in my ear.

I turned my head giving him a quick smirk and brought my drink up to my mouth knowing I was going to have a fun night ahead.

"So guys, I think we need to bring out the real guns" Caroline said walking up to the table slightly hyper from all the activities.

We all turned our attention to her and saw her with two massive bottles of tequila.

"I'm ready" Enzo shifting in his sit giving a quick look to Damon.

I knew both of them were going to want to test each other which would mostly result in both of them passed out on the floor from neither of them wanting to tap out.

"Let's make this more interesting... How about truth or... drink?" Caroline arched her eyebrow cracking the fresh seal on the caps of the bottles.

"I like the sound of that" Damon smirked bringing his hand under the table resting it on my thigh and giving it a light squeeze.

When Damon drank, he would heat up like a furnace. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with his body keeping up with burning off the alcohol. The heat from his hand spread across my delicate skin on my leg. It made me shift uncontrollably.

The questions were getting pretty detailed early in, bringing people to drink more tequila than they liked. In turn making people more loose with their thoughts and secrets.

"Okay, I got one" Enzo leaned over, his eyes getting more gazed and speech slowed down.

"If you could only have sex in public or sex once a month?" He looked around watching people think about it.

"Um.. H-how public?" Caroline hiccupped.

"The chance of a stranger catching you any minute" He explained

Stefan took a swig of a shot of tequila.

"Really Stefan? You're no fun" I complained

"What do you expect? Stefan doesn't like to have interesting conversations" Damon looked away in annoyance.

"Sorry, I just think that's kinda private" Stefan put his hands up laying back in his chair.

"Come on Stefan!" Caroline exclaimed with a frown on her face.

"Well, public shit is pretty hot. So I wouldn't have a problem with it" Damon winked at me bringing his hand an inch higher.

I took a deep breath to stop myself from moving against his hand as it was dangerously close to my covered pussy.

"I think so too. Some of the best sex I've had has been in public" I smirked seeing Damon's mouth open slightly from the corner of my eye.

"I think you're right, there's something about it" Bonnie added leaning into Enzo grinning.

"Let's get to the nit and gritty" Damon wiped his bottom lip with two fingers and continued.

"Choking. Yay or nay?" He looked around the table.

"Okay, I call quits. I'm out." Stefan got up from the table

"Stefan?! it's just a game." Caroline protested bringing her hands onto the table.

"I'm not talking about this with my brother across from the table" Stefan walked away from the table and made his way to the kitchen.

"Vanilla like always" I heard Damon say under his breath.

Caroline's face was covered in disappointment. She gathered some empty plates and glasses and followed Stefan.

Damon cleared his throat bringing our attention back to him.

"I never had it done to me" Bonnie replied looking at Enzo.

"No?" Enzo smirked rubbing her hand gently on the table.

"What about you... baby girl?" Damon whispered the latter part not wanting to draw attention

"I haven't tried it..." I hesitated ".. but I want to" I looked down at his lips feeling my pussy pulse with his hand graze against my underwear.

"We are gonna have to fix that, aren't we?" Damon leaned closer licking his lips.

We heard someone lightly cough bringing our minds back to where we were. We broke our trance and pulled away. I could feel blood to rush my face in embarrassment.

"I think it's time we should head out" Damon trying to act casual and cover up his eagerness to get out.

I looked over to Bonnie who was moving her eyebrows up and down smirking. I glared at her, knowing it was obvious why we were in a sudden rush to leaving.

Damon gave one last tight squeeze to my thigh, feeling his strength in his hand, did not help my self control of keeping everything PG. He brushed his hand lightly against my underwear before lifting it away. I whimpered uncontrollably but no one heard.

We all got up from the table and said our goodbyes, put on our coats and made our way out of the house. I could feel Damon's eyes never leaving me as we walked out onto the driveway. We got into the dark Camaro, feeling the cold leather on my bare legs that brought shivers up my spine.

"You're in trouble now" Damon said taking a deep breath in and revving the Camaro to life.

He swung the car out of the driveway and sped up the road. I looked over to see that there was definitely something else on his mind and I had an idea of what it was. I trailed my eyes down to his now, tight black jeans.

"Those jeans look awfully tight and uncomfortable" I teased keeping my eyes on him.

"Don't. I can barely think straight as it is" Damon kept his eyes on the road.

"What you waiting for then?" I bit my lip, wanting him to lose control.

He looked over at me with the same lust I had in my eyes.

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week." Damon clenched his jaw

"That's fine by me..... Daddy" I added feeling myself soak through my underwear.

Damon suddenly swerved the car into a empty parking lot and drove to the end, shaded with trees. He put the car into park and turned off the engine. The only sounds were us breathing and the distance sounds of the city in the distance.

He pulled his seat the whole way back. and leaned over grabbing my waist bringing me onto his lap. I let out a moan, finally feeling some fiction against my pussy.

"Try to stay quiet, understand?" Damon grabbed my jaw looking into my eyes.

I nodded willingly, wanting any relief possible. He moved his hand to my cheek and we brought our mouths together, feeling his tongue dip in and out. I grinded up against him to bring us any kind of pleasure. I could hear his groan in the back of his throat.

"I can't take this anymore" I pulled away panting.

I lifted up reaching down to unbuckle his belt and he helped pulling down his jeans, making his cock spring up enthusiastically. I brought my hand down, pumping him gently and seeing his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. His head leaning back to the head rest.

"You like that Daddy?" I whispered

"Fuck, I want to ruin you completely" He opened his eyes pushing my hair out of face.

"What's stopping you?" I said softly.

In that instant, he couldn't control himself, he raised my dress and ripped my underwear with ease.

"These will just be in the way" He smirked tossing them to the passenger seat.

I could feel his finger ease into my folds and feel myself falling apart. I rested my arms on his shoulders leaning my head back and savoring the pleasure spreading across my body.

"You like when I rub your clit like this?" He kissed my neck while his finger lightly circled my clit, my juices covering his hand.

"So wet for me, baby girl" He hummed bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking on them.

"Fuck me" I moaned bringing my hand down and easing his cock inside me.

We both sink into it, taking each other in for a couple of seconds. I could feel myself sucking him in deeper.

"I don't think I can be gentle with you tonight baby" He looked into my eyes

"I don't want you to be" I leaned in kissing him. "Fuck me hard" .

I kneeled up, giving him room to thrust, wanting to feel the power of him. We moaned in ecstasy. Feeling him completely raw in me made us feel close wanting each other even more.

The sounds of our skin slapping and our heavy breathing and moaning. I never felt so wet in my life.

"I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you" He breathed out.

I gathered up my dress in one hand and brought the other down massaging my swollen clit.

"Damon, fuck" I moaned feeling my orgasm starting to built.

"That's it baby girl, keep touching yourself" He said breathing heavily staring at me pleasuring myself.

We fucked and I could feel the car heating up and fogging up the windows. He pulled down the shoulders of my dress exposing my breasts. He slowed down his thrusts, leaned down to suck on my nipples. His warm breath was enough to get them hard.

"..daddy" I whimpered feeling the edge getting closer.

"Close?" He whispered bringing his hand to the back of my head and grabbing my hair.

I nodded eagerly moving my hips. He start fucking me harder, not faster but harder which meant he was close. I wanted him to completely control me. I wanted him to overpower me.

"Choke me" I moaned looking into his eyes.

Something switched in his eyes. He looked into my eyes a second longer, making sure I wanted it.

I could feel his hand grasp my bare neck. I could feel his fingers tightening on the side. My pulse in my ears. My blood constricted. It was the very thing to push my over the edge.

Feeling his cock pound into me while choking me made me fall apart with a burst of pleasure

"I'm-I'm cummin" I moaned loudly, meeting my eyes with his as I shake uncontrollably.

"Fuck, baby.. I-i can't hold on" Damon groaned feeling his pumps getting messy and feeling his cum erupt inside me, pleasure covered our bodies bringing them close together and falling into each other. Damon's hand dropped from my throat and bringing it around my waist holding me against him as we recovered.

"I never have had..." I breathed out not having the energy to think of the words.

"Me neither" Damon sighed stroking my hair

All I could hear were both of our racing heart beats. Our sweaty skin pressed together feeling the heat in the car and completely forgetting we were in a parking lot.

Masterlist for other fics

[hughiecampbelle]

Instinct (Bucky Barnes Oneshot)

((TFATWS SPOILERS))

Character/s: Bucky

Word Count: 1,110

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A/N: I haven't written in over a month and I'm scared it shows 💔 I'm really unsure with writing lately, I thought about not posting this, but I feel like I owe it big time. This was supposed to be something different, but I can't say I hate the direction it took. There aren't any major spoilers, it just follows the general plot, but I figured better to be safe than sorry. I hope you like it, and that I'm not too "out of the game" or bad at this lol. Feedback is always appreciated.Thank you for being so patient with my break my loves, it means the world 💜💖💜

Summary: He wants to move on, you don't 💕

Gif Credit: @captain-james / link :)

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There is a static between you. One that is ruthless, hostile, sharp. It makes your gums bleed to describe it, tasting nothing but iron, bitterness, a resentment that is otherwise untouchable by any other creature. A hatred towards the mirror, towards your own skin and bone, your entire fucking existence. Catching his eyes, even for a second, is staring into the sun. Blinding. Aggressive. Burning, until every inch of you is set aflame, itching to turn and run, to tear apart, to scream. Scream until there is nothing of you left. A reminder of what was, what is, and what will never be. What neither of you can go back to, as fitting as the mold may seem, as secure as that title may be, as comforting as that role used to be, he refuses, and you follow along. Bury the body, he thinks that will make him someone new, someone worth everyone else's time. Do not flinch when they say your name, when they whisper every awful thing you did, when they tease you, leaving the door open, enough so for the light to peak through. An escape plan, you think. You hope. A way back to the life before, where your mind was someone else's, when the world was cruel and you were allowed to be cruel back. He does not see it that way, slamming that door shut, locking it from the outside, and swallowing the key.

One word, an invitation, that's all you need. The risk is great, but the urge is greater. Split yourself open. Self destruct. Skip the steps, skip what they insist is healing when all they do is rip open old wounds. Skip the apologies, the sob story, the introduction. The look in their eyes never flinches, no matter how many times you beg. Why bother? Return to what they wanted, needed, feel a certain belonging you could never get back walking into the civilian world.

Your footprints made of blood, a sticky red trail left wherever you go. That's what they see, and they don't bother hiding it. The disgust. The references you don't understand, too old to laugh, to sigh, to roll your eyes. The world moved on without you, spinning faster than you remember, and you are left to catch up. They have their lists, their paper and pencil, all the recommendations one could offer. It would be endearing, maybe, but you have nothing to offer. None of the energy to play catch up. None of the want. Time slips through your fingers, wasted, growing spoiled, mocking you. You have better things to do than watch a movie, more important things, things that filled you with purpose, no matter how sick.

You would have been disgusted. Horrified. Speechless. You would have hated yourself more than you already do. But you are older now, far more experienced, hardened by a life you never could have expected. Learned to want it, though. An animal secured by captivity does not know how to survive in the wild. You were never equipped to live like this: free. The knives, the guns, the special ways in which you read even the smallest of actions, turning people into pages, an open book for you to skim, before placing back on the shelf.

You adapted, grew to fit what they wanted, who they wanted, until you too loved what you were. Dangerous, powerful, unfeeling. The numb became a high to chase, unsatisfied by anything else. Where he mirrored a version of yourself you left in the past, you embraced this role. The damage was done. The bodies put to rest. None of which you could take back, nor make up for. He sought redemption. You wouldn't dare. It wasn't by your choice, that much you could admit, but you could feel it, from the fits bullet to the last, you were never meant to be anything else. As gruesome as you had been, uncaring, quick, but painful, you would be nothing else. Assassin. Killer. Murderer.

They say it like it's a bad thing.

The guilt eats you alive, chews you up and spits you out, shattering your very being as you wake, each night, from another nightmare. The aggression, the shame, all of it you share as fairly as you can, and yet, you wear it so differently, making you more distinct than you could ever explain. The only other person in the world who has seen you at your lowest, your highest, faced what you have, seen what you've seen, and you can't stand to look at him. Not for the wounds he sewed up, his eyes falling on your broken body, nor is the sobs, the pleas, the prayers he heard escape you in moments of desperation. Not because he knows the way you scream, your body used for their own gain, enveloped in a pain only the Devil can inflict, or because he has seen you shoot without a second of hesitation, moving forward before their body hits the ground. None of it, not even the things you care not to mention, to think about, nit even now. It's that he has become resistant, soft even.

He fights a fight he knows he cannot win. He draws the line between good and bad, hero and villain, as if there even is one, as if they are not the same in moments of desperation, of selfishness, or of great selflessness. That he thinks he can stop being what they made him, resisting the instincts they worked so hard to ingrain. You feel it, too. Turning off everything around you, picking apart the situation before it plays out. Footsteps, whispers, how many there are, where, how quickly they can get to you. A dance you know each step to, the two of you in sync. This time, no leader, no follower, but two soldiers taking orders. Without them, he thinks himself above who he used to be, who you used to be, what you were, but you know better.

You want nothing more than to slip back into old habits. That look, that stare, the wince he hides when they bring up his crimes, he wants the same. Step back, fall into old ways, let go until there is no one left to scorn you for what they put into your head.

Where they see Bucky, a man escaped, in remorse, righting his wrongs, you see The Winter Soldier, a friend, a weapon, an old accomplice. One of them, you respect, trusting with your life. The other, nothing more than a facade, a mask, a weakness, an act even he has tricked himself into believing.

[anarmorofwords]

Hey I just wanted to ask don't you think you're being way too negative towards tlh as a whole right now? I mean sure everyone can and should want and expect better things as well as criticize what they don't like and I agree with a good chunk of what you're saying in most posts but others seem a bit too nit picky (for me).

Of course CC has messed up some things and didn't deliver for others but that's mostly because of fans expectation of what's about to happen and biases. When you expect that something is going to fail no matter how good it is its always gonna feel underwhelming and when you get too attached to theories it feels wrong when they aren't cannon.

Anyone can enjoy things as much as they like but when you expect things to fail and just be plain bad I feel like you're just lowering even your enjoyment. After all if you dig far enough you can find stuff you hate even about your favorite things in the world and make them unenjoyable.

And I'm not saying that you can't be disappointed or hold CC or tlh to a higher standard but at the same time when you think about all the things you hate/dislike you forget what you like/love.

Point is I feel like no matter what people should just read chot with an open mind because no one knows what's inside of CC's brain and it could be brilliant or a disaster. Either way there is no chance that EVERYONE will be happy.

Btw I dunno if it sounds aggressive or not and I wanna apologize if i offend you in any way this isn't hate or anything I really like you content I just wanted to share my opinion

hi dear!!!

I'm so sorry for taking so long to answer; I didn't mean to ignore this

I actually thought about this ask a lot, but wasn't sure how to formulate an answer

First of all - do not apologize!! You can always send me your thoughts if they're not straight up offensive or rude; worst case scenario, we'll agree to disagree. So, really, you're fine!

I think you actually did have a point, and at the point you sent this, I was quite overwhelmed with just,,,, frustration, at TLH in general, so I was being too negative - and even worse, fixating on the negative stuff, which honestly does no one any good.

Since then I've come to the conclusion that 1) just as I expect that from others, I need to chill a little when it comes to scrutinizing and judging the characters' behaviour, and you know, remember they're kids and everyone makes mistakes and all that really basic jazz. 2) there are really many things that bother me about TLH, and I won't stop thinking/talking about them, but in some moments I'm being a little too harsh and ruining the fun for myself.

You're definitely right about forgetting the good things - that's another thing I decided on lately, that I wanna remind myself those. I do plan a reread in the near future (I know I've been saying that for a while, but it's still true xdd) and hopefully then I'll remember the good things and appreciate them a little. That doesn't erase the bad things, but as you say, I need to draw a line at some point.

And finally - there's still hope for ChoT. Judging a piece of media halfway through is always a little stupid, because you can't tell how it's going to end and whether the things you didn't like weren't actually necessary. I still worry about Alastair, because I'm more than convinced CC's personal views of him are what we're actually seeing from the characters, and they're v questionable and I can bet they won't be addressed/mended in ChoT, and since he's one of my faves this just,,,,, ruins TLH for me, to a great extent. But let's have some hope, still. (Same with Kamala,,,, the way CC talks about her outside of books really doesn't bode well)

I guess getting attached to non-canon things and theories is part of the fandom experience, and while it's important to remember we're kinda spoiling the fun for ourselves, it also simply sucks when you see all that potential the og creator didn't use. So I guess that's not something one can escape.

Anyway, thank you so much for this ask - I hope I make sense and it's clear that I actually appreciate your input. To some degree, you're definitely right, and I truly kept that in mind ever since I first read this ask.