#enough cringe in the tags for today but new followers or idk feel free to share again your fav ones (or not) or ones you hate

[kiwiwinjindouche]

I said I'd share some of the voicelines I've stumbled into, and I'm finally posting them (I'm sorry I have such a bad sense of passing time). It's actually nice to hear them without the loudspeakers' white noise.

(English, French and Mexican (for now??))

Personal favorite and easy to get; his little "two" sounds pretty cute in english.

If you're ever curious about the French one; I like it less ngl

I've never, ever heard that one before so I was a bit surprised. There's also one where he talks about his library? anyway, the way he says it is funny

How lovely!!

AND THE MEXICAN JINDOSH HAS MY HEART. I SWEAR

I'm going full cringe when I hear him because???

SIR

don't do that to me i'm not strong enough

Bonus point: tone used when Corvo or Emily is hurt

English ; and I need you all to realize his tone is so different and it makes me go ifjedoswjfjksfkwsjfsjowdjf

Thanks god it's only 10 audios per post on tumblr else I would have rant even more about it tho

[writeshite]

Bonjour 👀 It is I just on anon!

I was wondering if I could request a Billy Hargrove x bottom!male reader smut.

This might be confusing but I’m gonna try my best here-

So basically, the reader is cocky, doesn’t let up to Billy’s bullying, doesn’t really care.

This makes Billy even angrier, and one day reader says some off-hand remark and Billy is like “What did you just say?” and pins him to the wall.

Yadda yadda smut ensues IDK 🫣

If you need suggestions for kinks maybe uhh degradation with a mix of rough sex mayhaps…

Mouthy Little Slut

Summary:

“Repeat after me,” he instructs you, and you try your best, well as best as anyone could when they're pinned to the wall, dick hard. It takes three tries before Billy becomes irritated at your failure to follow his demands; you manage something acceptable enough for him on the sixth or seventh try; by then, you’re hopelessly whimpering. Billy scoffs, “What happened to the mouthy little slut?” He taunts.

Pairings:

Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

Tags:

Bottom!Reader | Top!Billy | Rough Sex | Minor Degradation Kink | Minor Praise Kink | Smut

Words: 1561

Author's Note:

Bonjour, I give you Billy Hargrove smut, written after I submitted homework I procrastinated on for three weeks 😀

You can practically hear the rest of the school cringe and pray for your survival as you flip off Billy Hargrove. The new kid rose to the top of the school hierarchy nearly overnight, he all but deposed Steve Harrington, and everyone bowed out of his way whenever he walked by. You must have missed the memo because, unlike the rest of your peers, your general instinct around Billy was to antagonize him - something many people have advised against. You remember the day you met Billy - he had rocked up to your locker; Mr. Hotshot slicked some of his hair back; the second he’d opened his mouth, you’d flicked his forehead and walked off laughing. Thus started you and Billy’s lengthy feud.

The classrooms were no sanctuary away from this; most of the teachers have effectively given up and instead elected to shift your seating arrangement as far from each other. Of course, gym has no seating arrangement, and coach has no qualms watching the two of you work out your anger. Today, you’d taken every opportunity to snatch the ball from Billy and be as uncooperative as possible whenever either of you was close, an angry Billy was an entertaining Billy.

With all that in mind, it explains why you’d flipped him off; what it didn’t explain is why Billy had stopped in his tracks, turned around, and asked, correction demanded, you repeat what you said to his face. Before all this, Billy already seemed slightly pissed, which encouraged you to try and push his buttons. You repeated your words, flipping him off with both hands; gladly satisfied with his angry expression, you turned to leave but found yourself pinned to the locker room wall, “Say that again.”

“What? Your hearing bail on you or something, Hargrove?” You rebutted, “I said what I said.”

Billy’s hand comes to your neck, gripping at it as his eyes bore into yours, “You think you can just go around saying whatever you want.”

You smirk, “It’s a free country, Billy boy,” you tell him, “I don’t know how it works back in California, but down here in Hawkins, running your mouth ain’t punishable.”

His hand squeezes tighter, face coming closer to yours, his face is drawn into an angry expression; you attempt to laugh, but it comes out as a slight wheeze, dragging on as Billy’s hand travels up, fingers edging at the corner of your mouth. His leg forces its way between your legs, and you feel your dick harden, but so does Billy. He starts chuckling, moving to press his knee against your growing erection; you wince, your wiggling growing frantic as you attempt to free yourself before anything else can happen. You cuss at him, but he silences you again with his knee digging into your pants. Your wiggling almost frees your hands, but Billy catches on, fixing that problem; his other hand travels from your neck to the inside of your pants as he now takes hold of your cock. 

His hand remains in place, face now closer to yours, “What’s that you said about running your mouth?”

“Fuck you.” Billy tugs harshly.

“That’s not what I want to hear,” he states, forehead against yours, “apologize for your words.”

“Fuc—” you don’t get the chance to cuss him out again as he tugs again; you groan, bucking your hips to get some form of relief and crying out when there is none. You go back and forth like this a few times before your resolve crumbles, “Alri-alright fine, I–I–sorry—”

He pumps you once, “For what?”

“For–for–” you can’t find the words. Surprisingly, Billy chuckles at this; he releases your cock, his hand coming to your chin, and he commands you to look at him.

“Repeat after me,” he instructs you, and you try your best, well as best as anyone could when they're pinned to the wall, dick hard. It takes three tries before Billy becomes irritated at your failure to follow his demands; you manage something acceptable enough for him on the sixth or seventh try; by then, you’re hopelessly whimpering. Billy scoffs, “What happened to the mouthy little slut?” He taunts.

“B-bi—please—” you whimper. 

He huffs, “You don’t get shit after what you did; you want something,” he tells you; moving back, he sits on one of the benches, legs spread and pants pulled down. He holds his dick, beckoning you to him with his fingers, “work for it.”

You walk up to him, crouching down, and you take his dick in your hand, pumping it a few times; Billy holds your head as your take it in. Once you have it all in, he keeps your head there, hand rubbing circles on your head as he admires the view, you reach down for your won dick, but Billy chastises you, “Did I say you could touch yourself?” 

You sound out a few words in response, “No, I didn’t. Put your hands on my thighs, and keep them there,” he demands. You do as your told; he pats your cheek, “Good boy.” He nods his head, and you start moving. Your pace is slow per Billy’s control, he doesn’t move much, an occasional thrust here and there, but otherwise, he leaves the work to you. Biting his lip, his hands hold your head, the corners of your mouth have bits of drool, and your eyes remain fixed on his. Your dick twitches, aching to be touched, but Billy’s glare dissuades you from doing so when your hand tries to move. His legs spread further as he drags you slightly higher, your elbows dig into his thighs, and he holds your head down when he comes. “Swallow,” he tells you, and you do.

Your obedience earns you a pat on the head. Bily pulls his pants back on again; he tells you to get presentable and meet him by his car. When you do, he’s leaning by it, cigar in hand; he squeezes your ass when you get there, “Why are we here, Billy? Are you too much of a coward to do it in school?”

He grimaces, the grip on your ass becoming taught, “What did I say about mouthy sluts?”

Your face pinches, “I don’t know, what did you say?” you reply impatiently; you shift on your feet, a small but ineffective method of soothing the hard-on. 

Billy shakes his head, “Get in the car.” He drives until the school is no longer visible, past houses and into the forest, and up to Skull Rock. The place is empty, and once the car engine switches off, Billy is situating himself in the back, demanding you follow suit. You find yourself straddling him, hands around his shoulder once more; you manage to roll your hips once before Billy grips them. You complain, but he smacks your ass, you complain again, and he repeats his actions; the pattern carries on, each slap more painful than the last until you’re whimpering out another apology.

He kneads your ass; he must deem this good enough since he finally goes to hold your dick, his other hand moves your shirt out of the way, and his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. He pumps your dick steadily while his mouth works on your chest - your back arches when he bites, hands tightening on his shoulders. Billy enjoys riling you up, and when you come, he doesn’t stop, his come-stained hand moving to your ass, his fingers working their way in; you moan, head falling forward and eyes shut tight. Billy’s other hand spreads your asscheek wide, and at some point, his dick is added to the mix, settling between both cheeks; he doesn't shove it in, only ever rubbing it between your cheeks. On the other hand, you are holding onto him, legs barely able to move without trembling as Billy’s fingers reach in. He comes once, shooting up along your back; after that, you reach back to shove it in yourself, but Billy takes your hand. 

You pleaded to him, “Billy—plea—fuck—”

“What did you say?” 

“Fu–fuck me, please, Billy,” you elaborated, “please…please….”

His hand leaves your ass and is replaced by his dick; the tip goes in, but nothing else. You fuss, body moving to get the rest of it in; you manage a little before Billy thrusts the whole thing into you. Your mouth falls open, a strangled sound coming from you as your head falls forward. He palms your skin, humming to himself; he grabs the back of your neck, “See what being impatient gets you?”

“Unngghh….mmmhhh….” Billy directed your face to him, kissing you as he started to move; his thrusts started out at a moderate pace, and the kiss stopped when his pace picked up. Arms slung around your lower back, your face in his neck now, as moans spilled from your mouth. He didn’t falter when he came, only slowed down in his pace, his grip becoming tense.

“Anything else to say?” He asked. You made some more incoherent sounds, another load went in your ass, Billy’s movements paused, but his dicks remained. You both panted; coming off the high, Billy brought you back into another kiss; you winced into his mouth when his dick slipped out., cum sliding out, leaving you empty. 

Billy tsked, “Damn, I’m gonna have to clean that later.”

End Note:

😈 We love ourselves some Billy Hargrove fanfic. Stay Hydrated.

[scottspack]

Over a week ago @progmetallesbian created the “Top Ten Niche Interests” tag game and tagged me in it and ive been meaning to do it ever since!!! My lovely wife @got2ghost tagged me in it again today so it’s finally happening:

TOP TEN NICHE INTERESTS

As a preface, ive seen a lot of these from other people and you all have wonderful, very niche interests (ex: amy & chi) and it made me feel like a lame normie when i started thinking about my interests bc apparently im not into anything THAT niche, so these are the things that to me are personally niche and to everyone else are probably just normal things

1. TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR FC: there’s a long unimportant story to how my dad and i became spurs fans but the fact of the matter is that we’ve been following spurs soccer for three years now and it’s an interest i literally ONLY get to talk about with my dad because i have about two (2) friends who are interested in soccer and zero (0) of them watch the EPL. it’s hilarious to me that what is probably my personally most niche interest is the one that is shared by the vast majority of the world. such is the life of being a soccer fan in america :(

2. THE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN TRILOGY: this is an old niche and another one that isnt that niche at all but one i feel compelled to include because when i tell you that i was obsessed with this trilogy in elementary school, obsessed is not nearly a strong enough word. i watched all three movies so often that i broke about 2 sets of dvds per movie. i know every possible piece of trivia about these movies. i had every piece of merch from claire’s and hot topic that it was possible to own. my friend and i read about 500 different books on pirates. we called orlando bloom “orly”. i could go on. potc was probably the only thing ive ever been legitimately “hyper-fixated” on and i will defend all three of those movies until i die!!!! if you’ve ever said “i liked the second two but i just couldnt follow the plot” please let me know and i will be happy to explain it to you in excruciating detail!

3. SOLO THRU-HIKE BLOG POSTS: this one i feel can actually count as niche! i fucking love reading blog posts from professional hikers who do crazy long solo thru-hikes. the lewis and clark trail, the appalachian trail, and the te araroa trail in new zealand are some of my favorite to read posts about, but ill read about any solo thru-hikes because i think its fucking bonkers and interesting and complex and inspiring and i hope to never ever do one in my entire life!

4. R/PARANORMAL: i have no reddit experience, i dont have an account, and i never want to actively engage in the reddit community. BUT. i fucking love ghosts and the paranormal so r/paranormal is a treasure trove for fun ghost stories and i read it pretty regularly! a lot of them are silly as youd expect but every now and then there are some really good ones that scare the shit out of me

5. HISTORICAL DRESS YOUTUBERS: it started with bernadette banner and once i had watched pretty much every single video she ever made, i started watching her friend’s channels, and then their friend’s channels. i have no interest in ever dressing historically, i dont really care about fashion, and i will never make my own clothes, but goddamn it if it isnt extremely fun and interesting to watch how passionate these ladies are about their specific niche time period of historical clothing! the talent! the history! its amazing! 

6. INSTAGRAM PINUP MODELS: i honestly cant remember how i stumbled into this world but there is an entire community of classic “pinup” models on instagram who have the most beautiful and creative looks ive ever seen and i now follow like 15 of them and am obsessed with watching them do their hair and makeup 

7. THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO (2002): this is the greatest film adaption of a book, the greatest period piece, and the greatest piece of cinema ever created by human kind. im not interested in debating, i just know that im right.

8. ENDLESS OCEAN: endless ocean was a game i owned on the wii as a preteen that i played for like a year and has been living in my head rent free ever since. you play as a scuba diver in the great barrier reef and all you do is go diving and catalog fish for your conservation team. thats it. that’s the entire game. and playing it was the happiest ive ever been in my life!

9. BANDS FC: there’s a guy on twitter who combines bands and soccer clubs to create new logos. ive been following him forever and its one of my favorite things on the internet!!! he puts a ton of time and research into his designs and they’re all so good. fun fact, he’s also a gay ally and once went to battle against british footie homophobes! a true king!

10. CHRISTIAN MYTHOLOGY: idk if it counts as niche if i blog about it on the regular but i have a deep deep love for the aesthetics, stories, and legacies of christianity. i grew up non-denominational christian but have always been (prepare for cringe) a spiritual person, so i have a huge appreciation for all religions! but obviously christianity is fairly ubiquitous in america and the only religion i have any claim to, so it’s a big interest of mine to explore christian mythology and the ways it’s shaped human history

im going to tag @wolfbuddy @eremji @curlytemple and @significationary if yall are interested!

[krokonoko]

I got tagged by @samcybercat for this meme. Since I’ve only been writing in English for a couple of years and I can’t very well post my German stuff, I’m gonna have to go with art for this one.

Rules: 1. Post a quote or short excerpt from your early days of writing/ARTING. (I’m talking old fanfics/ART, slash fics/ART, original fic/ART, etc., that are barely edited and have a ton of technical errors and misspelled words.) This is the cringe part. Don’t edit anything! Let it be horrendous. Don’t Panic. 2. Post a quote or short excerpt from one of your most recent works/WIPs. Something that you’re proud of. Something that you’ve written/ARTED that makes you smile when you read it. 3. Tag a writer/artist you admire, anyone who you think is amazing, new friends, followers, writeblrs, anyone who you’d like to know more about. If you think someone is a great writer/artist and you want to see how they’ve developed their skills, tag them! Everyone started somewhere. The Cringe Section:

Yyyyyeah. Despite what the date says, this was drawn January 18th 2007, not 2006. I went through my old folders and found that I fucked up the date on about three of the pieces I posted around that time, well into February as well. I was. A special kind of teenager.

I was 17 years old when I made this. and VERY deep into my. ”””IRONIC”””. Emo phase. Not sure what program I used for it, probablyy MS Painnnt...? The character depicted here is from a comic drawn by an artist I used to admire a lot, I think they’re called Rattenprinz over on DA but they unfortunately vanished from the face of the internet.

...Though honestly, lookin at it now it’s a bit unfair to drag my past self over this. I think it was one my very first digital drawings ever. I was mostly working with traditional media back then, and the stuff I created with markers and multiliner was. You know. It. It wasn’t THAT bad.

Just a bit. Erm. Cringeworthy subject-wise maybe. ...These were both drawn December 2006 and I mean LOOK at that Zuko fanart. Doesn’t it SCREAM edgy mid 00′s teenage art? Though I gotta give my past self credit, drawing that background without any reference must’ve been pretty hard, especially with traditional media. I honestly couldn’t do this anymore today. ...Goes to show how boring school was that I had to draw these kinda detailed pieces to keep me awake pfahaha~

I know I’m supposed to cringe here, and believe me, there’s enough stuff I created that’s worthy of ridicule, but... if it’s not because of really questionable content (which as we know we all created, but which I’m not gonna post here, sorry), I can’t really judge my old art all that hard.

OKAY let’s wrap this up and give you something REALLY old and REALLY half assed that ACTUALLY makes me wanna smack my past self upside the head with a rolled up newspaper.

There.

Something I’m Proud Of:

Idk I. I guess I actually learned how to draw faces? With features? And expressions that aren’t copy pasted? And bodies with. Volume. Or at least I hope so, cuz that’s really what I wanna do.

I don’t really know what to say about these. Erm. They’re fairly recent and have been made with PaintTool SAI and my old Bamboo tablet I’ve had for about ten years now.

With my character designs for Parhelion, I’m trying to do things that really challenge me to learn new things, such as... hard objects, like horns, moving in space. Bodies that have volume (in other words, the thicc). I wanna have a style that becomes more natural and defined, that departs a bit from its anime roots, while still retaining part of the fanciness and clean cut styles of it.

I’m ranting.

Uhm. Alright. Tagging.

@ssjumi, @seanfiction, @reikashino, aaaand I don’t wanna bother anyone else with this. Feel free to feel tagged :D