#OKAY ENOUGH PAINTY

[sleeepy-sim]

Is this where your do requests? 😭 I’m not too sure- but I was hoping you could do a Donnie Darko fic? Make it as nasty as you can! But I’m thinking about completely going away from the main plot of the movie and making Donnie a serial killer? Like obsessed with the reader too :)

I love this one!! AHHHHH!! Okay

CW: Creepy Donnie, stalker, kinda innocent reader? could be seen as both innocent and non, he's obsessed, mention of murder, somnophilia, home boy goes down on you, let me know if there is anything else.

Might make into a part two. Also something is going on with my requests, let me fix it guys

Donnie Darko has known you since you two were kids. With growing up together, being neighbors, and somehow always being in the same classes - it was bound for you two to be best friends. 

Though, Donnie seems to know more about you then you know about him. For, you don’t know he sneaks in your room, you don’t know he enjoys watching you, you don’t know he kills little immature boys who think they have a chance.

You think Donnie is your sweet, sarcastic, funny best friend. Which, he is - duh. But as people say, ‘it's not always what meets the eye.’ For he enjoys nothing - unless you touched, breathed around it or liked it.

Donnie Darko’s world revolves around you. He eats, he thinks of you. He watches TV, he thinks of you. He showers, he definitely thinks of you. What does he think of you? Oh, he wrote about it, about how tight your sweet cunt would be. About how sweet you would taste. He’s already gotten a little taste from your sweet little painties he took - that's not enough. 

He also paints you. He’s seen you, don’t be fooled. He’s seen you strip naked, he’s seen you touch yourself. When his therapist asked if he “still thinks about girls a lot?” He couldn’t help but put his hands in his pants, just thinking about you.

He could tell when his obsession with you went deeper than it has ever been. He could feel you in his bones, his blood stream. He would do anything for you. He would has killed for you. If you ask for it, done. If not, just sit back, Donnie will take care of his girl. 

Tonight was an amazing night for Donnie. Tonight, he was killing a little boy who had been taking your attention away from him. All’s fair in the game of love, yes? 

He waited for this Devin, to come out of his house, waiting right outside his door, behind something of course he’s not dumb. Donnie adjusted his mask, licking his lips as he heard this scumbags footsteps. 

As Devin came outside, turning around to lock his door. Donnie pounced, wrapping his arm around his neck, shoving the cloth full of drugs into the guy's face.

. . . 

He came over, knocking on your window, a fake sad expression on his face. He told you ‘Frank wouldn’t leave him alone.’ Of course you being you, felt bad and let him, saying he could stay the night. 

Donnie sighs, a big grin on his face. He had just got done disposing of that littler vermin, but that wasn’t the best part of his night, no. The best part was here he was, laying in your bed, while you wear your night clothes.

He swallowed thickly as you laid your head down on his chest, your arm wrapped around his side. He could smell your hair, your perfume. He smiled down at you, shifting his hips as he tried to relieve the pressure of his aching cock. 

Donnie sighs, a big grin on his face. He had just got done disposing of that littler vermin, but that wasn’t the best part of his night, no. The best part was here he was, laying in your bed, while you wear your night clothes.

He layed in your bed for a while, just watching you as you did your own little things, such as get ready for bed, clean up your area and give him that sweet little smile. After a little bit of watching you he had to get under your covers to cover up his raging boner.

He could see your nipples poking through your top - he could see the roundness of your ass, the jiggle it made everytime you moved - free from your underwear. He wanted to groan as he could almost see the ripples your ass would make as he would pound you from behind.

Finally, after doing your little ‘chores’ you climbed into bed, right next to him. He soaked in your warmness, your smell, he could almost taste you on his tongue - once more. See, with the things of being best friends for so long, you trusted him no matter what.

He says this pill will help you not have any nightmares, already took it. He said it's okay for best friends to kiss on the lips, your swollen pouty lips were enough for him to jack off later. Going back to the pill, you had confined in him about your nightmares. He felt so bad for his little bunny, he just had to help you.

That night after you took it and he went home - which meant he hid outside your window. He crept back in the house, his nerves on fire. His dick harder than a rock as he pulled your covers off you, as if peeling a wrapper of his little present. He groaned before taking a deep breath and opening your legs, your nightgown sliding down your legs and pooling at your hips, your pussy right there for him to take, to ravish. He leaned forward, his tongue slowly creeping out to lick your pussy. It was his first time, he wanted to go slow - but with it being you he wanted you in him, around him and wrapped around him.

He should feel bad, preying on his innocent friend, who thought of nothing of his endeavors. That all went out the window as soon as he saw you.

[kristinhateslife]

Okay so last night I was having an "art style panic"? I guess you could call it that? But I was feeling really bad, so i started drawing other peoples art styles and picking points and peaces out of it!

I did this last night when I was really tired and i used a pen so the drawings may not be how i usually do my drawings haha

Ok so first up we have @emjoyzhos-ej !! I recently just found your account but you have a very cool style!!

•Your skull shape is very unique, very rectangle

•your lines are very sketchy (most people I follow have this trait in their art..)

•when you color it looks like you mayy have rook inspiration from itsxroxannex? Idk i wrote that down, maybe it's not true but I guess i thought that last night

But I love your style! Your art is so cool and I had fun trying to replicate it!

Next we have @milkybnnuy ! Omg so I really like you!! Your art is sooo good

•You draw a lot of fell, so i made the drawing of killer like how you made that one fell killer drawing

•when you color you have a very paintly-style and that's cool!!

•your skull shape reminds me of an egg (i guess thats why i said "egg head" last night)

Up in the top I wrote "I did not replicate your art properly enough," and that's true! Your art is so unique and different from what i usually drew so i had a hard time replicating it! But nonetheless, i had a fun time trying and hope you ain't disappointed lol

Btw- I really like the way you draw your fuzz on hoods!! So satisfying to look at!

And now we go onto @voidzphere !

I've followed you for a while, and you're cool to be around and I like when you post! Though i had a hard time finding the art hidden around, I still was able to replicate it (luckily i chose to draw killer for this haha)

•so I see that you usually draw/post doodles, unless i just didn't scroll down far enough haha (plz tell me if you have drawn something big i wanna see)

•I noticed you have more pointy and thicker lines

•you have a certain way you draw your Skulls, I can't really put a shape or object here to describe it

Even though I couldn't find more drawings, I still tried! I hope you like it, friend, cause u cool

Here is @cherrio-krispz ! I just started following you last night, like seriously I had to search you up just now to figure out who you were cuz I forgot, but when i saw your art I immediately recognized you

•you have a very recognizable style!

•again, i did not replicate well.

•very painty-like when color

•sketchy lines, seems like you don't do line art?

•I like ur skulls, they look like skulls

OMG I'VE BEEN WAITING TO TALK ABOUT YOU. YOU. YOUUU. @somegrumpynerd OMG YOUUUUUU. I REALLY LIKE YOUR ARTTT.

•I LIKE IT

•very cartoonish

• noticable art style

•thick lineart

I LOVE seeing posts when they come out!!! They're really really cool and make me feel so happy when I see them! Keep going because you're so cool!

@spookeri haiiii

You're here tooo

i like ur art :)))))) a LOT . Same as the last guy, I get very excited when you post. Your DTIYS were fun, and yeye... Yeah

•Very flat colors

•flat lines

•cool looking skulls

•you have an "air-brush" shading style (i guess you could call it), which isn't a bad thing! Do what you want to do! But maybe try out cell-shading? Idk you don't have to, but idk i feel like cell-shading fits your art style

Also if you look in the bottom you can see a scratched out drawing, that was my first attempt haha

You can see it in the drawing below

@wyllaztopia !! I like your art :)) you have a very noticeable style and when you post I get excited as well!

•clean lines

•you make skulls longer than how other people make their skulls in this last

•I liked replicating it

Idk what else to say ... Its just all really cool!!

And last but not the worst

My art style!

My art style is

•cool

•easy to draw

•and funny lookin'

What did i learn from this whole thing i did? That everyone has a unique style, that even if they try to change it it still stays theirs and it's still unique

I also found out that everyone, small artists and big artists, has flaws! It's comforting to know that everyone has flaws so I know I'm just learning and getting better everyday

Another thing I got from this is that everyone's styles are always changing and warping. But thats fine! Because everyone's moving and changing, and the worlds always moving and changing!

So, don't be so hard on yourself if you're struggling to draw or find an art style, how you draw is unique to you and you'll like it one day

Just keep drawing everyday and you'll get there.

I suggest doing this challenge, on paper or digital, wether you color it or not, or post ot or not!

It's great to try out.

[waxm3lt3d]

(I will take my spiders now)

Lightbulb felt... Odd. Odd was the right word. One by one people got picked off and any attempts to lighten the mood were brushed off. Ha. Like... Like Painty... Like...

Why couldn't she stop doing that? Trying to make a joke. Trying to make people feel better. She was trying to not. But.... she couldn't stop. Not even to herself!

Her head hurt.

"Hey painter extraordinare, ya need some punch?"

"if you punch me I'm burying you. Now isn't the time."

She scratched at her head. She started to scratch harder. Why couldn't she...?

"Um lightbulb you're scratching your glass! Stop- stop doing- LIGHTBULB!" Paintbrush seized Lightbulb's hands before she broke open herself. Lightbulb was panting heavily, a crazed look in her eye with tears shocking her as she scanned Paintbrush's face.

"What's wrong with me? I'm trying but I can't take it- cant. Can't take any of it seriously! Haha. Imagine-turning into a big ol' paintbrush. Just dipping you in paint! "

"Lightbulb that isn't funny. Lightbulb! Please stop you're scaring me!"

"Why can't I be scared, Painty!? I can be scared that I'm not scared but I can't be scared!"

Lightbulb heard something. She almost was relieved.

"Agh!" Paintbrush backed away from Lightbulb, electricity forcing them to.

The grim reaper appeared to her. She could only laugh.

Lightbulb turned to Paintbrush.

"H-hey Painty? C-can you catch me? I don't want to shatter."

okay the bugs arent enough for this im sending several mephonex directly to you

[that-one-paintbrush]

I hope you feel better soon. Make sure to have tons of rest, I heard it can help your body heal faster

Thank you! I've mostly been in my room recently...

It's so sad you can't celebrate your birthday right now!! :(((

Eh, I can wait a week or two. And besides, having you around is enough of a birthday gift!

Painty, that's cringe.

Oh okay, fuck you.

M!A Lightbulb- 6/10

[paintedkobold]

COME JOIN "IN THE STARS"! <3

What do we offer? Well, we have...

the crew

people of many fandoms (COLLECTING THEM LIKE POKEMON CARDS)

liv

painty (me)

a small, chill, lgbt + system-friendly + neurodivergent-friendly community

OKAY PEOPLE TOMORROW MORNING 10 AM

ME AND LIV WRITE LEBIAN ALIEN YURI SO IF THATS NOT ENOUGH TO CONVINCE YOU IDK WHAT WILL

tags for reach to all fandoms and demographics <3

[shiguknifeii]

A Headcanon Fact about Every Main Character in my Melancholy Double Up AU

I've been making a bunch of notes and headcanons about my AU, and I've been wanting to share them. So here it is!

(Just a bit of a tw, but there are mentions of gender dysphoria, but no going into depth)

Knife: Knife has trouble thinking of what her favorite game console is, but her personal favorites came out when the aesthetic Frutiger Aero was popular, like the Wii, DSi, and Xbox 360.

(NOTES: Knife does like the Playstation 2, but when she was younger, she was slightly terrified of the menu screen from how eerie it was to her. She never told anyone out of embarrassment. Actually, all of the gaming consoles that she likes kind of scare her. They all feel weirdly scary to her)

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Toro: Toro, due to his naivety and childish world view, tries to copy off what he sees in movies and cartoons to look cooler. It always ends with Knife having to stop him. Although Knife does find it cool that he can accurately copy some of the stuff he sees, she would rather not let him get hurt.

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Bandit: Bandit secretly wishes he was a girl, as he would feel more comfortable in his body and plus he thinks women are cool. He also has a lot of female video game role models such as Bayonetta, Juliet Starling from Lollipop Chainsaw, Ramona Flowers, and even Lain funnily enough.

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Kuro: Kuro has two guitars, Haruhi and Haruka. Usually he uses Haruhi for the usual fighting and playing, but sometimes he’ll take Haruka too. Honestly, he has Haruka for backup.

(NOTES: Haruhi is an electric guitar, while Haruka is an acoustic guitar.)

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Lain: Due to how they met, whenever Lain is having a bad mental health day, Bandit always tries to help her out. Dude will literally clean the whole house if that means she’ll be happier and okay.

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Suzuki: Suzuki secretly likes to dress up as Jecka from the Class of ‘09. Only Kuro and Bandit knows this.

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Paintbrush: According to the official Inanimate Insanity website, Paintbrush tries to keep up with their bristles to try to make them look nice. The opposite is true for Painty in this AU, and in the Melancholy of Knife Nanami in general, as due to their job as a spy with how much active they need to be, makes it harder for them to keep up with. They are very tired.

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Pierre: Similar to Ramona Flowers, Pierre actually dyes his hair after a certain amount of time has passed. If we were going by cartoon logic (Which honestly, I would), he would be doing it every 3 weeks like Ramona in the comics.

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Nanami: Nanami often gets mistaken for being half-human, half-cat, when in actuality, she’s half cyborg, half fox.

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Jun: Similar to Bandit, Jun wishes she was a boy, and she constantly has gender dysphoria because of it. Pierre and Paintbrush have been helping her after she told them about it.

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Craphead: Although looking like a man in his mid 40’s that’s in the middle of a midlife crisis, Craphead is actually 19.

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Barf: Although he’s basically another version of Kuro, Barf doesn’t drink alcohol due to the fact he’s 18 years old. He’s instead obsessed with drinking energy drinks. Craphead has to stop him from drinking too much by forcing him to drink water. If it weren’t for him, Barf would be having health issues from drinking all that Rockstar Energy.

[paintys-actual-art]

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[patchworkpal]

Totally not on da funky app

[plati-arts]

First up in my House Common Room illustration set: Hufflepuff House! It was actually the first one I had the inspiration for - I love the circular window aesthetic and oddly enough this piece didn’t stump me composition-wise at all. I hope this feels as cozy as I wanted it to be!

[lost-inthedream]

Some time for us

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x female reader

Genre: very fluffy smut 💕

Warnings: semi-public sex

Words count: 0,9k

Summary: You and Taeyang don't have much time so you have to improvise. This was supposed to be a car sex headcanon for an anon, but became a quickie in your car.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that you might find.

Taeyang loves when you pick him up at places. He actually finds it so hot. You message him to say you are coming and after some minutes he finally sees the car showing up in the corner. These facts alone have his heart flutter.

"My baby is the best" he declares already leaning to kiss you once he sits on the passenger seat.

More than being kind of you, giving him a ride seemed quite hot. The way you talk to him while casually turning the steering wheel, glancing at him at times and smiling so easily, everything about your gentle act makes his heart float away.

You and he have started to have problems making your schedules match this week so you grabbed that chance to meet. You arrived to collect him fantasizing that it was a small date.

Today his obligations were done, but you could not say the same. Taking him home was just a trick to see him, to have information of his conditions and mood in person, to love him with your presence.

"You're a bit quiet today, Taeyangie" you noticed.

He grumbled thinking and then replied. "I'm- I'm sad." Though he did not show an unhappy semblance at all. You stared at him one more time, tilting your head to the side.

"I mean" he corrected "I'm glad that we're together right now, but it's just for a moment. And it's quite sad because you look so pretty today and I want you so badly. As usual." he chuckled. As he said he remembered how frequently he wanted you with a burning passion. What was the current reason to crave you sitting on his lap? Whatever it was, you both knew, it was just an excuse.

"I've been missing you every day" you admit. "And I still miss you right now because this is just a ride and it's not enough."

You were close to his dorm and watching his neighborhood crossing your window pierced a bitter realization into your mind. You were saying goodbye again in a matter of minutes.

"Why don't you enter the lot today?" he suggested. Sunshine eyes blinking at you in a plea.

"Why not?" you smirked.

You placed your car in his parking space. You noticed his bike close to the wall and was careful to stop a bit away from it. He kept asking you not to kill his bike. Cute.

Immediately after you pulled the hand brake, he was turning your face to him. Your eyes shut right away as your lips locked with his. It felt right. His hand wrapped tenderly around your neck in a way that made you remember how much he cares for you.

He pulled away, coming back to settle on his seat and asked you "How much time do you have, love".

"It will be okay if I get out of here in ten minutes" you conclude after checking the hour on your watch. "It's so little."

He tapped his lap and you knew that was the place you would spend the next few minutes sitting. He unbuckled the seat belt and then his own belt as you slid your painties down your legs. Carefully you passed your body to his side of the car after he adjusted the seat backwards to the maximum. Overwhelmed by a passionate kiss this time, you ground your core on his still soft member. To be honest, it felt slightly wrong. In the back of your head, you doubted the darkness of your windows coat. In any case, his hands were quickly snaking under your blouse and it caused you a shiver that resonated on the gasp your left escape against his mouth.

You felt the urge to tease him with your hands also, so you slid one between your bodies, separating them a bit to be able to take his dick and pump it. He stopped his fingers from wandering on your back and hold your flesh instead. The way you tightened your fist around his girth made his head spin. His other hand held on your butt cheek clumsily. Only half of his fingers touched your skin directly since your skirt still covered you. Your flesh was being recklessly squeezed.

You broke the kiss and rested your forehead on his shoulder as your hand moved up and down on his length. His moans fulfilled the small ambiance and if the air conditioning was not on, you two would have a problem.

You were probably very energetic because he asked you to stop or you would finish him before those ten minutes pass. You could not hold your laugh at it.

He extended his arm to reach the glove compartment and pull a condom from there, the movement crushed your bodies together. You took the item from him, taking the charge to help him with that task in such a compact space.

It did not take much until you finally feel his dick fulfilling you. You bounced at the fastest pace you could and his hips made halfway up as quickly as you. His hands found support on the door and beside the hand brake while his chest was your support. You lifted your eyes to the car ceiling when your orgasm hit so intensely.

As the climax faded away, you only wanted to embrace him and wait until your breathing get back to normal, but he pecked your temple and whispered “where did you leave your panties?”

Damn, now you had two minutes.

[spikesbimbo]

Ok but you cant tell me that Atsumu doesn't blow a bag on buying you lingerie, like you literally need a whole nother dresser to keep it in... Anyways thinking bout daddy tsumu making you dress up for him 😩

✄  daddy! atsumu, birthday sex, borderline sugar daddy!tsumu, spanking, dacryphilia, nipple sucking, praise 

18+ Minors DNI

“Do i look cute daddy?”

“Yeah… fuck” He said, stroking himself looking at the “outfit” he bought you, thigh highs suffocating your legs, borderline spilling out. The tiny little top, doing its best to hold on and not break the little string holding it together.

It fitting your body perfectly to him, purposely buying it a size too small, his preference buying you “outfits” multiple times. If there was one thing he loved to do with his excess of money it was dressing you up: from lingerie, tight dresses, heels, anything you'd look good in.

You didn't think that when you said you'd do whatever for his birthday he would bring home this. Rushing you to put it on like he's never seen you naked before. You quickly moved to the bathroom, him asking if you needed help putting it on so he could get a sneak peak.

You never got the chance to be insecure with him being on you every chance he got, talking you up saying how pretty you were, hands not leaving your body along with some filthy praise coming out of his mouth. 

“Daddy s’cold’” you said walking out of the bathroom, squeezing your arms together pushing your breasts up more. You weren't lying, you did get cold easily, especially being borderline naked - but the way his eyes were burning holes into you made you want to hide.

“Is it baby?” he cooed stroking your cheek, your eyes still closed trying to ease the blush rising to your face.

“Mmhm” you mumble hiding your face in his hand.

 “Oh no, we need to take care of that” He taunted, moving his hands to your hips. “C’mere”

“Tsumuu''  You whined shoving your body into his, now sitting on his lap. His fingers running through the string that held your tiny little bra together, the other hand palming your ass though your panties.

“Hmm baby, what'd you say?” he teased, only answering to one word.

“D-daddy hurry” you whined, already wanting him to fuck you, his stares making you shiver.

“Not before you put on a show for me baby. How about that?” 

“okay.” You said softly, being light with your words. You get up off his lap up fixing your posture, arching you back just enough moving in front of him.

“Cmon baby, i know you can be more confident that that”

That set of a switch in you, knowing you were usually unfazed, acting like a Victoria's Secret Model every time you put on a “fashion show” for him after buying you clothes. You pushed him down, sitting down on your bed bending over in front of him.

“Fuck baby do a little twirl.” He eagerly says. You quickly do what you're told, running your hands all over your body squeezing your boobs and ass before bending over in front of him again, shaking your ass in his face.

“Yer so pretty baby” he says running a finger down your clothed slit, earning a girly squeal out of you making him chuckle under his breath. There's no where he rather be than here right now, watching you dance for him

“Turn around princess” he says loudly enough for you to hear. You slowly move your body to face him, his hands still wrapped around your waist before he grabs you, dragging you into him.

He slides the top off of one of your boobs exposing it, immediately attaching his lips to it, nuzzling his face in them. “Tsumie” you moaned, gripping his hair. You felt his hand slap your ass correcting you again, bringing tears to your eyes not knowing how strong he was against your body but you loved saying his name more than anything, you couldn't help it.

He dragged you into his lap on the bed, your clothed crotch now sitting on his protruding erection. He lets out a “Fuck” from you grinding down on him without even realizing it, being so needy that you dont stop until youre dripping wet though your painties.

You pushed him down to where he was laying against the headboard, tugging his pants and boxers down, him hissing at the cold air hitting his now free cock. You wanted to be a good girl, especially on his birthday.

Finally working yourself up to go and sit on his cock, you lower yourself, sliding your panites to the side letting your lips rest between his shaft. You grab his hands and drag them up your body, one stopping at your boobs and other stopping at your ass.

“Fuck baby, youre so tight” He says slowly thrusting into you, palming your tits, kissing your neck before moving his other hand to your thigh, you only being able to moan back.

“D-daddyy faste-rr.” You cried out to which he listened, fucking you so deep and rough that he was hitting your cervix, having no regard for your wellbeing. The room was silent except the both of your moans. And before you know it there's a puddle of cum in his lap spreading onto the sheets ruining your pretty outfit.

Coming down from your high you see his pretty face all worn out still resting in your chest, his arms wrapped around you. You wiped the sweaty hairs stuck to his face back, giving him a kiss on the forehead. You two sat in silence for a while before your stomach rumbles making you laugh in embarrassment.

“I got you a cake...with extra strawberries” You said stroking his hair making him look up at you.

“Extra strawberries?!... I'll only eat them if you feed it to me.” He smirked picking both of you up to get clean.

 You giggled into him thinking about how many more birthdays would come, yours and his, and maybe some new ones along the way, but at the end of the day you wouldn't trade this for anything else.

© all content belongs to spikesbimbo do not alter or repost .

[adultswim2021]

Korgoth of Barbaria | June 4, 2006 – 12:30AM | Special

Korgoth of Barbaria was another pilot for a would-be series, relegating it to “special” status. I remember some hype for this because of the involvement of Gendy Tartakovsky, creator of Samurai Jack among other things. I watched it, and thought it was “pretty cool”. Will this hold up after rewatching it for the blog? Yes. It will. Okay, goodnight.

Hey, I’m just joking around. Stop freaking out. Jesus Christ. You are making a fool of yourself.

Yes, I liked this special then and I like it now, but I’m not sure how much interest I’d have in watching an entire series of this. One was enough. Maybe a movie? Yeah, I’d watch a movie of this. That’d be cool. But the story is basically this: Korgoth is a legendary barbarian who lives in a post-apocalyptic landscape that resembles medieval times. There are things like newspapers and eyeglasses and other things that stuck around, reminding the viewer that this is a post-apocalyptic hellscape and not historical fantasy. The most obvious comparison that comes to mind is Adventure Time.

Korgoth gets roped into an evil guy’s plan to rob a presumed-dead wizard of his valuables. Why would Korgoth agree to such a thing? Well, he’s been poisoned, and will only get the antidote upon delivery of said wizardly goods. He’s set up with some henchmen to go with him and they fight various perilous things on the way to the wizards castle... only to have him come home from vacation, not dead like they thought.

I like this pilot a lot. The animation is GREAT, and is full of creative violent outbursts. There’s even sex appeal, with some John K style babes drawn into the proceedings (and by that I mean they are all 12 years old). It looks way more digital ink and painty than I remembered. And there’s some good voices from Tom Kenny, John DiMaggio, and Dedrich Bader as Korgoth, a fact that I constantly learn and forget every time I look this up on IMDB.

This was made available on the Adult Swim Pilots DVD that is probably rare now. That’s the DVD that puzzlingly comes with Perfect Hair Forever on it even though that became a series. But if you wanna own this and Eltingville in one tidy package, this is the disc to click. Click it!

Space Ghost Coast to Coast: The GameTap episodes (May 30, 2006 – May 30, 2008)

I won’t cover this yet. Not in depth, anyway. But around this time, Gametap started airing new, even shorter episodes of Space Ghost Coast to Coast, this time with Tad interviewing people from the gaming world. I’ve never actually watched these, and don’t intend to until later when I do my between-year Space Ghost recaps. I WILL watch them then! But not now! Nasty! Until then just know that this was a thing.

[fatherlyfrog]

Do you. Have movitation. To write. Cause I don't. But. I like. Werewolf!Painty. Too much.

perhaaaaaps hmmmmmm

i have a silly antic hold on

"Paintbrush- Paintbrush. Wake up."

"Mmm? What is it, Fan, let me go back to sleep..."

"No, you gotta listen to me! I woke up in the middle of the night," Shit, they thought. Does she know? "And I swear, I swear to you-"

"What happened?" They sounded so tired. But, on the inside, they were freaking out.

"I think I saw something in your bed."

"Like what?" FUCK, they know!

"A wolf! What was it doing there??? It was just- Sleeping! Dead asleep. And, when I got back up, you were there!"

"Okay, I c-"

"Why do you have a pet wolf, Paintbrush! Why didn't you tell me?"

They blinked. And froze for a moment. They then burst out into laughter, mouth covered by their paw.

"...What?" Fan asked, clearly unaware.

"Listen, okay, okay, I think- pwwhtbwhwtwhehehe- I think you'd figure it out on your own, and I trust you enough, so- pmheemehmmhhm, pet wolf..."

"What is so funny about the pet you've been hiding from me!"

"Hate to break it to you, Fan, but that's not a pet." They grinned from behind the paw they hadn't pulled down from their lips.

"...What is it? Is there a feral wolf in the hotel???"

"NO! It's me, you idiot!" They cackled. Okay, this was a little too good.

"You?" They could practically see the gears turning in his head, working a little harder than it usually took to make a post. And his eyes lit up as he frantically pointed at Paintbrush. "You! You're the- You're the wolf!"

"Mmhm!" They snickered, finally uncovering their mouth. "That's me."

"Well, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Was afraid you'd take it as a joke or talk about it to everyone- fuck, please don't do that, this is j-"

"I know, I know, it's secret, right? Or else I woulda known about it by now!"

"Exactly, you get it."

-

"I never got to see your fangs! So cool... Can being a werewolf be transmitted like vampires?"

"No???"

[willadisastercry]

the boys of voltron when pidge is on her period

TW: description of things to do with mestraution, reference to blood, and depiction of vomiting and passing out

SUMMARY: so basically the boys are absolutely clueless when it comes to Pidge being on her period, only some of them make the connection at times but they kind of eventually forget completely that she even gets it and allura can’t necessarily relate... good thing Pidge’s periods haven’t been particularly painful while she’s been in space, until this one is and she is not at all prepared.

{2:27 am}

Pidge woke up drenched in sweat.

“What the f...?” she mused groggily, blinking dumbly in the dark trying to figure out what was wrong until she felt it, the throbbing ache in her stomach just above her bladder that somehow spread insttantly to her lower back and made her hips feel like they were being wrenched apart.

“Ooowwh,” she groaned queasily, rolling to her side and hugging her stomach tightly.

Shit.

Pidge hadn’t had a heavy period since she’d been in space, she had been so busy with voltron, so physically active that it had lightened substantially and she almost forgot how painful they could be. It was sort of a blessing, that aspect at least.

But then the fact that she was in space at all was entirely inconvenient. No one got to pack before they became the universe’s greatest defender and the castle wasn’t necessarily toting the supplies humans needed, especially supplies specific to female humans. And they just didn’t carry pads or tampons in any Earth souvenir shops because why the fuck would they. 

So, it was awkward enough having to explain to Allura the intricacies of the female reproductive system when she found stained painties in her bin after her first offfical space period, let alone having to relay that to Coran in order for him to create sanitary products for her. Pidge would be utterly mortified if she ever had to ask him for more than the additional supply or additionally medicine to take away the horrible cramps and other unpleasant symptoms. But she hadn’t needed to yet, so she had never worried about it.

Until now. Because now she was crying from the excruciating agony of cramps after not having any for who knew how long.

Voltron had been relatively inactive doing promotions on planets they freed from the Galra, so they hadn’t been on a particularly taxing mission in weeks. Pidge had never even considered the sudden decrease in physical activity could cause her period to come back in full force. She should have considered it. She could’ve ask Coran before... she could’ve made something to...

FUCK.

She almost cried out as the onset of another wave of cramps made her stomach churn. This was bad. Her head was already pounding and her back ached dully, for the moment overshadowed by how foul her stomach and uterus felt, taking turns pulsing but both succeeding in making her want to profusely vomit up all of the green alien goop she’d had for dinner earlier.

The boys had remarked at just how much she was eating that night. Now she knew why. And now she was really regretting it.

Pidge pulled herself up to a hunch and waited a beat as the movement ran its course, a new flare of pain spreading down her back and making its way to the joints of her hips.

She needed to do something. The pain was unbearable. Everything that could hurt, did. She blinked back dots, a small whimper escaping her lips at the thought of it not ceasing anytime soon and so she got to her feet to begin making her way to the kitchen to search for something, anything before the next wave landed and she lost her resolve.

The hallway outside of her room was dark, the only light coming from a lamp in the common room. She made her way swiftly. First to the bathroom with Coran’s alien solution of a pad. Pausing only to wash her hands before trudging on. And then she could feel her stomach pulling, getting ready for another gush of pain. She walked quicker after that, despite the deep ache in her back that threatened the contents in her stomach once more.

When Pidge finally made it to the kitchen she was blinking back more dots and leaning heavily on the counter as she reached for a glass, her hands shaking holding the pitcher as she filled it. She takes a couple of sips. Her headache was splitting now.

There’s nothing in the cabinets for pain relief, there’s usually tea... some sort of herb thing. But there’s nothing, she’ll have to go to the infirmary. And then the realization that she’ll have to drag herself all the way across the ship while she felt like this made her head spin.

Like genuinely spin. Pidge couldn’t decipher why she suddenly felt so faint, she’d eaten more than enough that night, yea sure it hurt but this didn’t warrant-

And before Pidge knew it her mind had gone blank. She didn’t remember letting go of her glass or falling but suddenly the floor was rushing up to meet her face very quickly.

The floor tile of the castle was very cold against her clamy skin and it was very helpful in reviving her, so was the insessant shaking.

Pidge blinked in confusion, but the pain that followed her renewed consciousness prevented any sort of protest. She looked up to see a very worried Keith shaking her shoulders slightly.

“Pidge! What the fuck?! Are you okay?” he rambled off quickly, his eyes working her over trying to deduce what could possibly be the problem.

“Yeah...” she said sort of sadly, but before she could even consider how to start explaining she made a humph sound and lurched forward, narrowly clamping a hand over her mouth to choke back down the saliva that had welled up in her mouth, just as Lance nearly tipped himself over with how fast he had raced to discover the source of commotion.

“What the fuck was that?” he inquired surveying the strange sight, “uh, you guys having a party or something?”

Neither of them answered as Keith scrambled to shove the bowl that previously held earth veggies under Pidge’s chin and helped her sit up before she began aggressively losing the contents of her stomach.

“Holy-“

“Lance, shut up! Pidge passed out... I don’t think she’s feeling great,” Keith explained, rubbing circles on Pidge’s back, her whole body trembling while she retched.

“Oh,” Lance softened, a pang of worry apparnt in his gut when he moved closer to check her out for himself.

He then got to work sweeping the broken glass away from where his friends sat before he lowered himself down as well. When Pidge finally came up for air she reddened immediately. This was just not ideal.

“I’m-i’m done, I think,” she rested her head back against the cabinet and held her stomach.

“So... what the heck was that?” Lance asked taking the bowl away to empty it.

“Uh, nothing—”

“Bull,” Keith interrupted. Pidge wasn’t expecting that, but then again she was talking to the king of hiding injuries and ailments and feelings, especially pain.

“No! I’m fine, really—“

“Yeahhh i’m just not buying it.” 

Pidge’s heart dropped as she realized Keith wasn’t going to just let it go. Crap.

“You passed out and then almost threw up all over me, you’re not fine Pidge. You can tell us what’s wrong... it’s not like we’ll judge or anything,” Keith said gingerly and she knew he meant it. Fuck.

Am I really about to confide in these two boneheads about my period? In space?!

“You can’t laugh,” she choked as another ache stole her breath. It was looking like she would in fact have to admit she was on her period if she wanted any sort of remedy, of which she really really did.

UGH.

“We won’t, we promise,” Lance assured. She didn’t expect that either. From him at least.

“I’m on my fucking period,” she whispered almost inaudibly. Keith nodded in understanding.

“Oh! Well that explains it,” Lance breathed, “I thought you were like deathly ill or something.”

“Juries still out on that one,” Pidge grimaced, squirming as she tried to find a more comfortable position, one that didn’t put so much pressure on her hips or her stomach or her back.

“Oh, c’mon—“

“I wouldn’t finish that statement if I were you buddy,” Keith tried to hold back his laugh.

“Listen to the mullet,” Pidge warned, her death stare shutting the boy up instantly, “because only when you can handle feeling your uterus shedding its own skin without what just happened occurring can you then talk, otherwise please save it.”

Whether it was her subtle threat or the way her voice shook with her last plead, Lance did as he was told.

“So, how can we help you?” Keith offered, “I don’t feel comfortable leaving you like this, like... I mean I know you’re not traditionally sick but for all intents and purposes sure seem to be. So what can we do?”

Pidge shifted uncomfortably, unable to keep a straight face now.

“You can help me find some sort of medicine to take. Anything, literally anything. For pain, or sleep, or death, I don’t care. I’m good with whatever you can find.”

“Damn, I’m sorry Pidge. I’ve never seen you like this over your... your period before,” Lance apologized and scratched his head.

“Yeah, because it’s never been this bad,” she tried to steady her breath and shut her eyes, swaying her knees slowly from side to side because she was so freaking antsy and in such pain it was all she could to do to somewhat soothe herself.

“She look pale to you?” Pidge was barely aware of Lance hushing his worry under his breath.

“Yeah, but she’s like flushed too.”

“Hm...”

And then there was the back of a cold hand against her forehead and an exclamation of concern.

The boys looked at each other worriedly like “shit, this is bad” and then launched into a discussion on how they were going to proceed. Pidge didn’t listen to the conversation that followed, she could only focus on keeping her fist pressed against the right spot on her lower back and refraining from crying out as the pain rose and dulled and rose again.

And then Lance was nudging her, his hands out for her to take. He helped her to her feet, his hands firm on her back when she stopped to wait for the blood rush to dissipate and then guided her over to the sunken couch. Keith must’ve been asleep on it before because there was a pillow and unraveled blanket next to a curled up Kosmo.

She laid down slowly while the boys bustled around her, not having enough energy to accurately produce any theories explaining why Keith would be sleeping in here and not in his own room, saving the thought for later.

Then she was aware that the boys had gone off to wherever and she was alone with a peaceful Kosmo as another horrible pain flared up in her back and travelled to her hips.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed, unable to surpress the tears as they rolled down her face, her breath hitching now. Pidge rolled to her stomach and brought her legs under her in a sort of mock child’s pose, accidentally waking Kosmo up in the process. But to her surprise, he didn’t seem annoyed at the disturbance like he normally would’ve been, he’d stretched out in front of her and licked her face instead.

Pidge could’ve sworn he looked genuinely worried, somehow sensing that the salty wetness of her face and contorted breathing meant anguish, because he then went to comfort her. This is right about when Keith and Lance turned up with Coran and some strange alien goodies in the heat of an enlightening conversation about how a cryopod likely wouldn’t make a lick of a difference in this situation.

“Good boy,” Keith commended, petting his wolf’s head who was in a vice grip in Pidge’s arms, but he didn’t seem to mind in the least.

“Little one, I am displeased to hear of your great discomfort. If I had known these menstrautions could be accompanied by such horrible pains I would’ve something prepared sooner... but fear not, my girl, because I may very well have a few remedies that might do the trick.”

Pidge sighed and heaved herself to a sitting position, Kosmo turning himself around and nestling in her lap. The boys silently remarking at how she’d somehow looked worse than before.

Her face and eyes were blotchy and puffy from crying and her trembling was more apparent now, either from the cold of the common room or her abnormal temperature, regardless she looked like she was really going through it.

And she was because as soon as she straightened up her face fell. Keith didn’t wait even a tick before he took off barreling for the veggie bowl, vaulting over the couch just in time to once again shove the bowl under Pidge’s chin.

Kosmo whined in distress.

“My girl...” Coran lamented, fussing with the supplies they had gathered in Lance’s arms.

“Here, once you’ve calmed down try this, it’ll make you sleepy but it should ease the pain for now,” Coran had a thick blue leaf in his hands.

Pidge nodded, Keith’s hand behind her neck gripping her solidly in case she tipped over because she looked like she was about to. Her face was ashen, almost tinged green.

“I’ll get you something to wash that down with,” Lance stated and headed for the kitchen. Coran headed off somewhere too.

It took her a minute to be sure she was done but when she was she shivered and sat back, Kosmo nudging his head under her arm.

“You cold? Or just shaky?”

“Cold. I run fevers sometimes but only usually the first day and then I spew when the cramps pick up... hey look, I’m sorry to be making such a fuss so late and keep you all up for something so stup—“

“Are you kidding?” Keith seemed genuinely taken back as he draped the blanket he was using earlier around the tiny girl’s shoulders.

“Wha—don’t apologize!! You know we’d all do anything to make sure you’re okay, your Pidge! You’re like our nerdy little sister, how can we not fuss over you?” Lance said when he returned with a little laugh. Pidge managed a smile while she gnawed on the oddly textured leaf, gulping it down quickly with the water Lance brought.

“And I was up anyway,” Keith started “I couldn’t sleep so I came out to hang with Kosmo. I was surprised you didn’t yell at me for being awake when you first came in. And then I heard the glass break followed by a sloid thud, so naturally I needed to see if ya know you were alive.”

They all laughed at that. Pidge let out a big yawn.

“I forgot you even get your period, Pidge. You never let on that you’re in pain, like ever. That’s freaky, that’s like a superpower holy--”

“I’ve got just what you need, my girl!” Coran beamed, effectively shutting down Lance’s tangent.

Coran presented Pidge with a blanket.

“Uhh, thanks?” she took it from him and rubbed at her eyes.

He then held up a remote and pressed a button. The blanket started to glow, it was getting warm.

“Oh, yes! You’re the best, Coran.” 

Pidge gave Keith’s blanket back and wrapped Coran’s around her middle, Kosmo seemed to like it to because he nuzzled into it and pawed at her for more of it to cover him.

“I don’t get it, if she’s feverish isn’t she gonna over heat?” Keith asked, more confused than anything, and maybe a little sad that his blanket was rejected.

“From what Allura has told me, heat sometimes soothes the cramps associated with a female human’s menstruation! It is quite fascinating, but it makes perfect sense, you see the release of the hormone prostaglandin is a hypothermic process so--”

“Okay, spare us and our simple minds. Anyway let’s be quieter, I think she’s finally asleep,” Lance pointed to a very peaceful Pidge curled up in her new blanket with Kosmo, her mouth hung open and steadily blowing on a tuft of hair with each breath.

“I think it’s time for you boys to retire as well,” Coran suggested, settling down at the other end of the couch, “I’m sure our Pidgeon has greatly appreciated all of your assistance, but you both need to rest, I can watch over her from here.”

Keith and Lance shared a look.

“What’s the harm is staying with her a bit longer, just to make sure she doesn’t get sick again or anything, ya know?” Keith postured.

“Yeah, I don’t see anything wrong with staying just a little while longer,” Lance said stretching out at Pidge’s feet, she was nestled in the corner of the couch, so Keith took to the other part of the couch by Kosmo and rubbed his nose.

And within no time the two boneheads were out. Lance’s head resting on Pidge’s leg as a pillow, limbs strewn all about, snoring like an old man. While Keith was cacooned himself in his own blanket all but his arm because it was trapped under both Pidge and Kosmo.

This was the scene that Allura walked into early that morning. She was very confused to say the least.

[supernaturalist1234]

Me: here’s a piece I worked really hard on, with a complicated background and lighting as well as general anatomy being researched/referenced

Tumblr: meh, *80 notes*

Me: fair enough. I will scroll through all 13 reblogs to see if anyone put anything in the tags

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Me: here’s a painty doodle that I spent like 20 minutes on tops

Tumblr: WOW THATS GORGEOUS *over 200 notes and compliments/commentary/useful tips in the replies and a fair amount of reblogs*

Me: …okay then

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik’s groomsmen are panicking because his fiancé is at the door when the room is full of strippers. Little did they know, Erik called her ass there for some pussy.

“Grab that nigga from the room and bring his ass out here!!!!”

Erik’s best man, Monty, yelled to one of the groomsmen to retrieve Erik from his bedroom. Walking up the stairs towards Erik’s master bedroom, his groomsmen takes a swig of liquor straight from the bottle before knocking on the double doors with gold handles leading to his fancy room.

“Yo, E, the strippers are here, bruh.”

They rounded up the best strippers in Cali. A popular stripe club called Heat was a favorite of theirs since they were in their early twenties. The type of strippers didn’t matter. They could be all shapes and sizes, all different shades of brown, but the most important thing was the tricks they did. All of them had to put on a good enough show if they expected some money from them. Erik’s boys had a few stripper poles put in place for the night and even went in for a bar tender and a personal DJ. Erik’s entire entertainment room was turned into stripper paradise.

“E?!!!!” The groomsmen yells, banging on the door. That was a mistake, the minute Erik opened the door, his hands were fisted into the man’s shirt, yanking him up like a damn doll.

“Fuck is you doing banging on my door like that?!!!!” Erik’s eyes were flaming and his lips were turned up in a snarl, eyes glaring down at this man who was a best friend of his. That Henny was like devils nectar whenever Erik drank it.

“Chill out!!! I’m just letting you know about the strippers!” Erik’s friend yanked away from him, “damn, tryna kill me, Killmonger?”

Erik adjusts his silk Versace shirt, all gold jewelry from his neck to his fingers gleaming. Stroking his dreads back, Erik walks back into the large room, grabbing his Hennessy bottle and cell phone.

“Don’t do that shit again, bruh. You know how I get.” Erik takes another sip. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smirks mischievously at his friend before gripping his shoulder.

“My bad, homie. I ain’t mean to scare you like that.”

Erik’s groomsmen kisses his teeth, jerking away from Erik, “man, whatever.”

Both men leave the room, heading downstairs towards the banger hip hop beat and howling from the horny men.

“Finally!!! Ladies!!! This is Mr. Bachelor himself!!!”

Erik stood at the top of the stairs, arms stretched out wide and a handsome grin on his face. The selection was a good one. Better than good...all they ass was THICK AS FUCK. One couldn’t move with out the other clashing cheeks. Titties all out, bouncing around like they were ready to be sucked on. G strings and crotch-less painties in all different colors.

“Y’all tryna get me in trouble with Y/N, I see what y’all niggas doing,” Erik jokes. The minute he stepped down into the room, two strippers flanked his sides while another steps forward, titties out and a tiny ass lime green thong on. Erik laughs, the stripper in front of him down in a squat now running her hands all over him. She popped her ass while looking him in the eyes, her hands becoming a little too comfortable as they ran over his crotch. Erik grips her wrist, tilting his head down at her with his nostrils flared. He shakes his finger back and forth in front of her face, her lips pouting out like a damn brat.

“That’s for my main bitch, my future wifey.” He looks from her and to the other women on his sides, “Behave if y’all want this fucking money.”

“You here that, it’s for wifey,” The deeply mocha skinned stripper says while sharing sneaky looks with the other two strippers.

“Behave?” One of them, a light skin chick with a mouth full of braces and two pig tails, “How are we supposed to behave when all we wanna do is popped this ass and pussy for you?” She ran her finger along Erik’s cheek, rubbing his dimples with her stiletto nail. Erik clenched his jaw, leaning away from her. This shit was going to be too much. If they kept it up with all this talk and throwing ass on him, like the stripper bitch with the lime green thong was doing, then he would have a hard dick.

Erik thought about his equally thick and more beautiful fiancé, Y/N. He hadn’t seen her in a few days since she was with her brides maids but she was still close enough if he needed her.

Baby, if you need me, I’m only a phone call away

That’s what she had told him on the phone earlier. She knew he would have strippers at his party, she probably had a few herself. Erik wasn’t tripping, that shit didn’t faze him because he knew and SHE KNEW what time it was.

I ain’t worried, ma, we know who that pussy belong to

“Shit,” Erik seated himself on one of his suede couches, watching his friends and future male in-laws go crazy over these half-naked women. Erik was indeed a man, he had eyes. He could see nothing but ass, pussy, and titties. And yes he was officially horny. A cute stripper chick with big doe eyes like his fiancé and long curly hair kept eyes on him while she twerked in front of some of his groomsmen. Her violet g-string held ones to hundreds resting in it, almost falling to the crack of her ass the way she moved. She had those pouty lips like Y/N too. Fuckkkkkk.

“Hi, Mr. Bachelor,” she flirtatiously says, lifting from her position to walk towards him. Erik clenched his jaw, liquor to his lips while this chick dips down low in front of him, popping her ass over his dick. Erik grunts, pulling out his wallet to make it rain on her graciously. She was throwing that shit back on him, a teasing smile on her cute face.

“Go head, touch me. She ain’t gotta know.”

Those challenging words. Erik glared at the young girl, slapping her ass hard as fuck with his stack of crisp hundreds and watching pure ecstasy crowd her face. Erik threw his head back then, his arms thrown over the back of the couch now while this chick decides to put her whole ass in his face. Erik’s friends cheer him on, all of them wishing they were him in that moment. Once she was finished, Erik gave her some more money, her fingers lingering on his chest. She had a look beyond tryna earn her money. She looked like she wanted him to risk it all. Erik wasn’t about to risk a fucking thing on a stripper.

She stands, walking away purposely slow with a sway of her thick caramel hips. Erik pulls out his phone, Y/N’s text thread up. Erik types away, his skin hot and sweaty from lust and dick so hard it felt like the crotch of his pants were about to rip.

Come here. Now.

That’s all he says while drinking his Henny. He couldn’t look around that room without ass being in his face. In his peripheral he could see money raining over a couple strippers who were grinding on eachother.

What’s wrong, Daddy? Everything okay?

She always thought the worse.

Nah. That’s why I need that ass here. now.

Daddy, I’ll be there in 20 minutes, okay?

Erik groans. He couldn’t stand being at his bachelor party with all this ass. He would have never imagined he would be craving his fiancé right now. He always craved her but the fact that strippers threw themselves at him it made him want her to throw her ass back on him. His lips and tongue itched to taste her pussy. His dick twitched to fuck her lights out.

Make it ten, you fucking hearing me?

🥺😩 okay.

Erik’s rage was at its peak. He didn’t feel like waiting.

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Y/N pulls up in front of their luxury home, turning off her car and stepping out into the warm California evening. She was dressed in a white velour track suit, Bride on the back of her form fitting velour hoodie spelled out with rhinestones. The velour skirt clung to her curves dangerously. At the door, keys in her other hand, Y/N opens the door, the loud commotion hitting her full force like a rush of wind.

Ass. Ass. ASS.

She smiles with a shake of her head at the way Erik’s male friends and and future family members gawked at these beautiful women. They acted like they’d never seen a woman in their life. As soon as she made it inside, one of her older cousins caught her eye, making a chain reaction of men look towards her with guilty looks.

“Y/N?!!” They looked hysterical.

“Hey Fellas,” she waves, hands on her hips and an accusatory look in her eyes.

“Girl why are you crashing your man’s bachelor party?! Hell wrong with you,” her older brother, Devin, was really heated about this. The strippers kept doing their thing, earning money and shaking ass. The DJ was mixing a good set too, the entire place lit up.

“Don’t worry about all that,” She says while holding her hand up in his face to shut him up, “where is my man?”

Her brother rolls his eyes, “at the fucking bar getting wasted.”

Y/N gives her brother a kiss on the cheek before walking away and to the bar. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of the strippers either. None of this bothered her. She knows where Erik’s heart resides. Spotting her man looking delicious with his Versace on, white linen pants, Versace slides on his feet and all gold jewelry. He was knocking back shot after shot of Hennessy. Y/N’s knees almost buckled because she knew why she was here. Erik wanted some pussy and the sight of all these stripper women teasing him had him horny and insatiable like always.

“Better have a clear head for the brunch tomorrow, Daddy.”

Her soothing voice made him close his eyes in longing. Placing his shot glass on the counter, Erik turns to meet her big bright eyes, a not so innocent smirk on her pouty lips.

“I’ll be aight,” Erik looks his fiancé over, lips parted slightly, “You look so fucking good, baby.”

Y/N blushes, “and so do you...future husband.”

Biting his lip, Erik pulls Y/N close to him, placing his lips over hers and dominating. Their tongues danced slowly, wet soft lips smacking and Erik’s teeth biting her lower lip from time to time. Taking his thumb, Erik wipes spit from Y/N’s chin.

“You know what time it is, right?”

Y/N nods her head slowly with a bite of her lip.

“You gon’ give me that pussy, wifey?”

“What you think?” She looks Erik up and down, reaching over him to pick up one of his shots, “You ain’t even gotta ask me that, Erik. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, “whatever I tell you?” Erik pulls Y/N close to him, grabbing her ass, “You bold, cuz if you do whatever I tell you I’ll have your ass cumming and crying.”

Their lips connected again, the passion more evident. The bar tender had to slip to the other side of the bar to keep it cool from watching them both. Erik rewards Y/N with two slaps to her ass.

“Get yo ass up stairs and pull out them toys you got from your bridal shower.” He whispers with seduction. Y/N chuckles softly before slipping away and up the stairs to their master bedroom. Now in the room, Y/N undresses, walking over to her closet to retrieve her stripper heels that Erik loved and the gift bag filled with vibrators and but plugs. She picked out a 5 inch butt plug colored black with ridges all over it. This was Erik’s favorite because he loved the way his dick fit in her pussy when it’s in her ass. He could feel all the ridges.

Opening her strawberry lube, Y/N puts lube in her ass, tossing the bottle on the bed for Erik to use. She arched her back on the bed, eyes looking up at the ceiling mirror to watch her ass bounce, lubed up ass whole and pussy glistening. She was a little tipsy herself. The Bachelorette party did involve male strippers but Y/N wasn’t impressed. None of them made her want to spend her money but she did play nice and accept a lap dance from the most popular one there. She gave him a few hundred before slipping away to play some drinking games with her girls.

Y/N thrusts her fingers into her pussy, stroking it with an erotic rhythm like she was listening to baby making music. Erik needed to hurry the fuck up and murder her pussy because if she kept this up she would be making herself cum not him. Turning her head to look at her reflection again, she jumps slightly from the sight of Erik standing in the door way with his shirt opened and eyes glazed over with lust. Erik slams both doors shut, the sound echoing down the hallway.

“Bitch, I didn’t tell you to play with that pussy I said get the toys ready, talking bout I’ll do whatever you say.”

His angry voice made Y/N smile. She pushed him further, rubbing her clit now. Erik storms over, grabbing hold of her wrist, stuffing her fingers in his mouth. Her sharp gasp made his dick jump in his linen pants.

“So fucking hard headed,” Erik claps both of her ass cheeks before sinking his fingers inside her pussy. He moves them around, rubbing her sweet spot and walls deliciously.

“Fuckkkkkkk,” Y/N looks back at Erik, eyes crossing. He was really digging in her pussy, Y/N’s legs shaking and juices running down her thighs.

“SHIT!” She could feel herself squirting. Every thrust Erik made had her squirting in long streams. The entire silk comforter was soaked.

“You squirting all over these fucking sheets!!!!”

Erik pulls his creamy fingers out, sucking on them while grabbing the butt plug and lube. Erik squeezes a generous amount onto the butt plug, his eyes watching the liquid drizzle over the ridges.

“Mmm, this about to have your ass cumming and squirting. I love this shit.”

The minute he pushed that plug inside, Y/N starts hollering. Erik toys with her, pulling the plug in and out making Y/N beg and plead like a damn baby.

“Damn that shit feels so good,” Y/N smiles, an occasional “ha” escaping her mouth while he fucked her tight hole. Erik left it there, watching as Y/N’s tight ass suffocated the toy.

“Damn,” Erik undresses behind Y/N, “tonight just might be the night I put a baby in you.”

She could feel his dick burrowing deeper and deeper. Her screams of pleasure had her face shining with tears and her voice hoarse. Erik fucked with quick succession, his hips drilling her like he wanted to break her tight walls. She couldn’t even move. His hands held her wrists and at that point Y/N didn’t have a choice but to lay there and take it.

“DAMN, this tight fucking pussy!! This my wifey tight little pussy, gripping daddy dick like you asking for a baby!!! What’s wrong witchu?! I will fill this shit up girl and keep my dick deep!!”

She clenched her pussy, causing him to grown.

“Oh, so you wanna play?” The threat was like venom.

Y/N could feel the pressure from the butt plugs ridges pushing down on Erik’s dick. The added sensation had her saying ooo and ahhh each time she felt it.

“Throw that ass back!!!”

Y/N starts meeting Erik’s strokes.

“Come on, Bride to be,” Erik slaps her ass, “Sexy ass! You listened when I told you to come here right? Like a good bitch...Daddy’s good BITCH!”

That was it. Y/N came hard. So hard she felt dizzy. So hard she felt like the retinas of her eyes were out of focus and she was loosing vision.

“FF-fuckkkkk,” she speaks into the now makeup stained pillow, “E-Erik,”

He just looks at her from the side, dick still deep in her guts. He was craving giving her back shots. All that other shit was just as amazing but something about fucking his fiancé in a home full of strippers, her face down and ass up was a huge turn on.

“You had me wishing you could pop this phat pussy on my dick,” She was zoned out, drooling on the silk sheets with her eyes low and trained on him like she was in some sort of neurological shock.

“Fuck my pussy,” she chokes out in a nasally tone, “Be good to me, fuck my pussy...fuck me daddy, yeah...my pussy.”

That damn butt plug was killing her. Y/N felt so full. She was about to explode again only this time it felt worse. Erik’s dick grew in size causing Y/N to tap out.

“Can’t go no more, huh?” She could feel him grabbing her hair, arching her body more. Her eyes looked up at that ceiling mirror, neck hyperextending, mouth wide open and eyes watering. Her hands fought to grab hold of the sheets but each and every time he would thrust into her she would loose balance. This man was demolished her pussy. Y/N could only respond with choked up cries and mumbling incoherent words.

“Got me over here fucking this pussy up girl.”

Erik damn near growled from the way she came on him again, her soul in his hands now. He loved this woman’s pussy so damn much. He loved her period. The fact that he was more turned on with fucking her instead of strippers is growth. He would have never been the type of nigga to tie down, but the moment he met Y/N, the shit was fate.

“Begging me to fuck this tight pussy now I’m about to buss a nut!!!”

“Daddy! Your cumming!” She was finally able to speak.

Shefelt his dick move like a rippling wave, warm cum feeling heavy inside her pussy. Erik kept up with slow delicious strokes because he wants to make sure he smeared all of that cum on her walls, and cervix.

“Watch you end up pregnant,” He grabs hold of her hair, pulling her to against his sweaty chest for yet another searing kiss.