#era: yessir

[caspervi]

Reggie ⭐️

[mercymaker]

RUIN - Astarion x Tav fic

A little treat i wrote inspired by a prompt from this list.

Rating: E

Pairing: Astarion x female Tav

Word count: 2,6k

Content: smut, established relationship, post-game, drow tav, mutual masturbation, sex, blood drinking.

Summary: Astarion wants to see his lover touch herself for him as he does the same. It's no surprise, however, when one thing leads to another, and soon both of them are melting in each other's embrace.

Link to AO3.

They both sat at the opposite ends: Maleane’s back was pressed against the intricately-carved headboard, while Astarion lounged on a pile of burgundy-colored pillows at the foot of the bed. He had instructed the drow to undress just mere minutes ago, in response to her less-than-subtle attempt to drag him back into the bed. It wasn’t common for her to initiate things of such nature, and so, Astarion used this as an opportunity to try something that had been slithering in his mind for days. He wanted to watch her pleasure herself as he did the same, to be parted only by some magic mirror that was reflecting the depraved lust they felt for each other.

As soon as the loose blouse she’d wear to bed joined the set of underwear carelessly tossed on the floor, the vampire spawn motioned for her to begin.

“Go on, darling,��� Astarion purred, lazily undoing the lacing of his breeches as he settled comfortably atop the sheets.

His lover followed the command, parting her legs as she smirked, eager to give him a show that he’d been so desperate to receive. In line with his own ever-teasing pace, Maleane moved with deliberate sluggishness, her fingers slowly gliding down her abdomen, as if time was a currency she had no trouble wasting. Yet, it was desire that was moving her hand down to where her thighs met, and as much as she enjoyed teasing Astarion, she wanted to relieve the hunger nestling at the bottom of her belly, feel the pressure on the parts that craved nothing but touch. Seeing her lover pull his cock out his pants was all the encouragement she needed to start touching herself.

“Mmm, that’s more like it.”

His voice felt like velvet around her already hazy mind, and it only deepened the craving to be touched, and felt, and tasted. Mal closed her eyes, focusing on that sensation, allowing her mind to wander freely in the maze of lustful longing. And as her fingers parted her lips, the sorcerer let out a shaky breath that made Astarion’s core tighten.

He watched her carefully, eyes shifting between the soft movements of Maleane’s hand and her face, yet soon a different source of disturbance caught his eye. The drow’s other hand shifted to her chest, soon sinking into the soft flesh of her breast as she fondled herself, tips of her fingers finding the sensitive nub at the top and squeezing gently. That sight was enough to move the vampire’s hips. Astarion didn’t hesitate to wrap his own digits around himself, slowly stroking the length in tandem with his lover’s gentle actions. And when she slipped two fingers inside, he bit his lip in response, fighting the temptation to pounce at her.

“Gods, you’re almost impossible to resist, you know that?” Astarion’s voice was soft, low, wrapped in a ribbon of a whisper. “Every fiber in my body screams to take you, taste you, ruin you.”

Those words rolling out of her lover’s mouth were like an aphrodisiac to Mal. She closed her eyes again and let her imagination guide her hands, conjuring up all those delicious memories from the times that he’d fucked her before.

“Don’t stop talking, please.” It was almost a whimper, how sudden and desperate the sentence sounded as it spilled out between her lips.

And all it did was made the spawn smirk. He knew just how much she loved hearing him spew absolute filth, pulling her into his most depraved fantasies with ease, and what sort of lover would Astarion be if he did not occasionally indulge her?

“My, my, you want me to confess all of my depravities just like that?”

As much as Maleane enjoyed hearing the pale elf detail his many fantasies, Astarion loved teasing her just a little bit more. There was something almost intoxicating about taking the drow on a journey, watching how her body responded to his words, the vivid pictures that he’d been painting in thick brushstrokes dripping only sin.

“You want me to tell you all the things I’d do to you, hm?” Astarion was deliberate in the slow pace he was setting. He wished to build anticipation, to feed her morsel by morsel, until she was a shaking mess, ready to unravel in front of him.

Hearing his words, Maleane opened her eyes and, for a brief moment, she could only focus on his hand lazily working his erection. The sight alone made the walls around her fingers tighten momentarily as pleasure shot up her core, sending a breathy whine up her throat.

“Yes,” the sorcerer pleaded, her fingers digging into the delicate flesh of her breast with more hunger than before, “please...”

It was more than obvious that she was growing desperate for more stimulation, any sort of help that would take her just a notch closer to the ever-desired ledge of a climax. And yet, no matter how fast she moved her fingers between her folds, it just wasn’t enough to grow the budding tendrils of pleasure slowly creeping down her tummy.

“I do enjoy hearing that word coming out of your mouth, darling.”

As playful as the vampire spawn wanted to be, his teasing seemed to only hinder whatever journey he’d set his partner on by requesting her to undress and touch herself in the first place. And just like that, Maleane was getting frustrated, chasing a loose thread of pleasure that kept slipping out of her reach with every move. And soon, it was all the sorcerer could focus on.

“I can’t… I can’t fucking do this,” she spat out angrily, unsure whether her irritation was aimed at Astarion or herself.

All it took was a single stray thought, a jab at her pride, a notion that he would make her beg for something that he himself wanted to see, and all the buildup was melting away faster than the wax candles illuminating their room. Mal pulled her hands away from herself, instead leaning back into the headboard of the bed in a frustrated thud.

She was angry at herself, at how easily distracted she was in moments like this, at the ever-brewing chaos of her own thoughts that made disconnecting from all the anxiety and stress a gargantuan task. And above it all, it was her own inexperience, the inescapable maze that was her body and the fact that she struggled to find what truly gave her relief.

Witnessing his lover’s turmoil, Astarion quickly rose from his nest of pillows, closing the distance between them in what felt like a single heartbeat. She was such a fickle thing at times, but—in an odd way—the spawn enjoyed the challenge.

“Mal, darling, look at me,” he whispered as his hand cupped her cheek, lifting the drow’s face up in an attempt to bring back the connection that they’d shared just moments ago.

He could see that thread of arousal slipping outside the perimeter of their bed, but he’d be a rather poor rogue if he wasn’t able to catch it and pull the fabric back together before it was lost for the night. So, instead of wasting the precious seconds yapping about—no matter how seductive his voice sounded—the spawn leaned forward and kissed her with enough passion to ignite a pile of ash.

He pried her lips open with his tongue, slithering inside her mouth like a snake, tasting the sweetness and the warmth within. And when Maleane responded to his kiss with a soft moan, he knew that any doubts or frustrations that had previously threatened to undo all of their work, were—once again—replaced by desire.

“Let me do it,” Astarion finally uttered, parting their lips just enough to be able to speak, “let me ruin you, my love.”

Her mouth reached for his before the spawn even finished talking, desperate to reunite, to taste the lust and the hunger sitting at the tip of his tongue once more. And as they resumed the passionate kiss, Maleane’s hands reached for his body, one grasping his jaw with enough yearning to chafe the skin, while the other sunk into the soft tangle of his white curls, both pushing him closer to her.

“Yes... please,” she repeated those same words once again, her voice desperate and breathless. “Please...”

And just like that, as quickly as her arousal had slipped before, it returned, this time a thousandfold and more obvious than ever.

It was intoxicating—her warmth, her taste, the soft little sounds coming out of Mal’s throat in response to his touch—and soon Astarion felt his own head grow dizzy from the desire to lose himself in her. He touched Maleane, fingers hungrily digging into the soft flesh of her bottom, mapping every single inch of the drow’s skin as if he were a blind man desperately tracing the pages of a book.

As soon as the vampire’s fingers reached the delicate folds nestling between her legs, Mal shuddered, hot air slipping out of her open mouth, warming his own in turn.

“Please,” the sorcerer repeated the word, yet again, closing her eyes as the last remaining traces of stiffness and control melted away from her body.

It was no lie when he told her how much he loved the sound of her voice behind that word, yet Astarion did not expect it to drive him this crazy. Like a primal urge, he felt the need to pin her down and take her, bite into her, relieve that craving scratching at his insides and pooling between his thighs.

All those years of masking and restraint meant nothing when faced with something this raw, this real.

Maleane was warm and alive and entirely his. That thought was enough to completely enrapture him.

He followed the sinful craving, swiftly pushing his fingers into her warmth with ease, making Mal squirm under him as pleasure tingled through every part that he touched. And she was so deliciously wet, that for just a moment it was all the spawn could think of.

“Gods…” Astarion exhaled the word, his mind growing foggy from arousal.

Instead of fighting the surge of lust, the vampire leaned into it, leaving all those trained responses to compose himself and perform behind. He wished to taste her, feel her, replace his fingers with his cock and let her heat envelop him. He wanted to let go of all the thoughts just as much as his lover wished to abandon hers.

For just a mere second, Astarion pulled back—lips blushed and wet from all the hungry kisses—finding Mal’s face as she panted, desperately trying to catch her breath after smooching a man who had no use of breathing. The drow looked back at him, those pale purple eyes begging wordlessly. Maleane didn’t need to say anything, he knew exactly what words were hanging at the tip of her tongue.

Ruin me. Please.

And so the spawn did—pulling her hips towards him as he moved back—giving Maleane enough space to get as comfortable as the short space of time allowed, before he plunged himself inside her, making her gasp in response.

Astarion watched her—the way her fingers grasped at the sheets, the way her breasts moved atop her rib cage, the way her wet mouth opened to allow the most succulent moans to escape her throat—as he fucked her with increasing greed. And yet, no matter how satisfying just plowing into his lover was, it seemed like the frenzied rolling of his hips was only increasing the pale elf’s appetite.

The spawn pushed her sweat-lined thighs even further apart as he leaned forward and into her, one hand gripping Maleane’s jaw as he kissed her open lips, tongue slipping inside her mouth like a slimy eel. He licked and he sucked and he nibbled on Maleane’s flushed lips and she—utterly lost in the lustful maze of pleasure—responded in turn, lifting her head off the burgundy pillow to push her face into his.

As her warmth seeped into his own tepid skin, Astarion couldn’t resist the temptation to take more, swiftly shifting his attention—as well as his lips—to her neck, greedily tracing a line down her gray throat with his tongue. And his hands were just as ravenous, fingers soon gripping the tender flesh of her breasts as his whole body sank into hers, pressing the drow against the silky sheets underneath. It was suffocating in the best way possible, all the sensations pulling Maleane deeper and deeper into the engulfing sea of ecstasy.

She grasped her lover with the same amount of desperation, one hand digging into his back while the other found its place in the damp mess of his white curls. It wasn’t long before Mal felt his teeth softly pressing into her collarbone—one spot, then the other—in what could only be perceived as a silent, yet urgent request to taste more.

“Yes, yes,” the drow uttered with need, a hint of pleading not lost behind her tone.

Maleane craved the sharp pang of his fangs piercing her skin and wished to melt into the bliss she knew would follow. And when he bit into the firm muscle of her shoulder, Astarion felt her walls tighten around his length in a telltale sign of the incoming climax.

He drank—hungrily, greedily—tasting the rich blood on his tongue as if he was a man dying of thirst, letting the ruby liquid unfold inside him like a scroll hiding all of her secrets. Soon, the vampire felt all the pleasure coursing through Maleane’s body as it mixed with his own desire in the most delicious combination two bodies melting into one another could produce.

And she—in turn—could feel his own approaching peak that only enhanced the wave of her pleasure and within seconds, Mal was shaking under him like an aspen leaf.

“Oh, gods, oh, Ast- Astarion.” Maleane’s voice was half a cry and half a moan: whispery, desperate, and almost broken.

He held her close as she unraveled underneath him, as her lifeblood gushed into his mouth, as her nails dug into his back. And in that moment, it was as if they became one—with her essence coursing through his veins, igniting every inch of his undead body.

All it took was a single heartbeat, a deep thrust into her dripping cunt, and the vampire spawn came undone, burying his face in the crook of Maleane’s neck as he filled her with his seed.

They lay there for a moment—hands glued to each other’s skin—allowing their bodies to recover from the height of the intensity that they’d pushed each other to.

Astarion savored the traces of Mal’s blood still sitting on his tongue, the heat radiating off her body, the soothing rise of her chest as she inhaled, again and again. And the drow found comfort in the weight of her lover’s body atop hers, the still-lingering tingle slowly pulsing through her core, the soft numbness in her muscles.

It was euphoric, in a diluted, warm, and comforting way.

“Well,” Astarion spoke after a minute, “that is certainly something I would consider a proper ruination.”

When Maleane opened her eyes she saw the vampire looking back at her, with a half-lidded stare and a smug grin stretched across his pale lips. At times she couldn’t decide if she loved or hated the way he would switch from sincere, genuine moments to something cocky and nonchalant. This time, it seemed like a fair exchange, however, especially as it made her chuckle at his words.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Mal responded, trying her best not feed his ego any more than it needed.

Her fingers combed through the mop of Astarion’s curls, lingering on the back of his head for just a moment, before Maleane gently pushed him to the side.

“Now, if you’d excuse me, I’d like to clean up the ‘ruin’ between my legs,” she added, trying to hold back her laughter.

[lbctal]

me going through the walton goggins tag ever since fallout premiered

[pocji]

WHEN I TELL YOU I AM CRYINNNGGG

[dule-jebac]

tae image

[allpromarlo]

ravens 1-0 life is good

[lemomix]

yessir im returning back to my tsp era,,

this was a fun little side project at first tehe (it quickly spiralled into C H A O S)

thats right friends foes and yet-to-be-determined....stanley and Narrator !!! B)

[classiccowboy]

instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his WIFE evie as they go through his football career.

*face claim is yasmin quintana*

series masterlist.

liked by bengals, joeyb_9, and 983,729 others…

evie: honeymoon avenue.

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user: i love you guys together!

> evie: 💗💗

user: am i the only one that doesn’t like her?

> millyg: it’s the jealousy in you.

> user: i don’t see how anyone can’t like her, she’s so nice!

user: yikes

joeyb_9: no complaints, probably the best avenue out there.

> evie: thanks for your input, i totally agree.

> millyg: gtfo you guys ���

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: we will send a post card.

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user: nooooo that’s two times in a row he’s posted ev

> user: they are literally married now, she’s not going anywhere.

user: in his *husband* era

user: i can’t stomach this

millyg: still mad i got left at home.

> user: i don’t like them together, im not jealous or anything something just feels off.

> user: i think that means your jealous.

evie: the views were 10/10

> joeyb_9: i was only looking at you.

> lahjay10_: 🧀🧀🧀

evie

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evie: some small things…🤍

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user: i’m SO single

user: she doesn’t have to rub it in

user: NOT THE PRETTY GIRL. ladies he is everything..

user: if he wanted to he would

millyg: not joes failed cursive attempt

> evie: it wasn’t TERRIBLE 🤣

user: being with joe burrow is this girls whole personality

joeyb_9: the prettiest pretty girl.

> evie: 😭💗

user: so when are we expecting the divorce?

user: take notes fellas

user: joe and ev being so taylor coded makes me sick

> evie: swifties are superior, even if jb likes to pretend he isn’t one.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: had the basketball versus football convo too many times

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user: low key forgot you weren’t just some guy from cincinnati

> evie: THE guy from cincinnati

obj: Da boyyyyyyyy

user: tough. basketball tho

> evie: wrong answer. 😭

user: Joey B is A list now

evie: it was so nice of you to take photos with a few fans today.

> joeyb_9: 😎

> user: ev is coming for those opps

user: not him hanging with obj

user: such a weeb

evie

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evie: went to something called a white party?

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user: you win

user: he actually took you with him?

> evie: i actually got invited to come with him.

> user: standing on business.

user: YOU MISSED TAYLOR FOR THIS?????

> evie: marriage is about sacrifice.

joeyb_9: 🥵🥵🥵

user: this is everything

user: that joe pic is my new background thanks

> evie: charity work is my passion.

user: i keep coming back to look at this post

user: second pic sent me into cardiac arrest.

> evie: you should’ve seen it in person.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: “It’s time to go mobile.”

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user: YESSIR

lahjay10_: My step brother

> evie: hell yeah

user: do you want my mobile phone number

> evie: he doesn’t have a mobile phone.

> user: you are so funny mrs. burrow. 🤣💀

> user: why are you always so rude?

> user: she isn’t rude, but she’s always going to let us know that’s her man. don’t play like you wouldn’t do the same thing if random girls were coming at your bf with this kind of shit.

> user: i agree, she isn’t being rude but she’s never really let people show blatant disrespect for their relationship. even when they were in college.

tylerboyd: levels

> evie: BIG LEVELS

evie: you’re so hot. there is said it.

joeyb_9: 🪞

user: return of shiesty

user: YEAH BABYYYY

evie

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evie: volume 4. 🤍🧡🖤

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user: you’re special

user: do you ever get sick of having to pretend to be interested in football?

> evie: never pretending.

user: he needs a tall blonde that has a brain.

> evie: my masters in marketing is offended.

user: i’m so excited to see the team smash it this year!

joeyb_9: very big fan of this.

> evie: your sunnies really tie it together.

> user: not you sharing sunnies. 😭

user: i love ev truly, but im also jealous of her.

> evie: i’m not sure what to say here. 🤣💗

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Mask off.

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user: clothes off

> evie: the clothes will stay on. (for now) 🤪

user: Burrow is back!

user: solid W

evie: put the mask back on, i can’t think straight.

> joeyb_9: keep it on all night?

> user: i wish i could unsee this

> user: joe. please. this has to stop.

user: i’ll never quit you.

evie’s instagram stories:

a/n: hiiii. i’m going to finish this series up in the next post so i can work on some of the other requests i have. if you guys are interested in me continuing it once the new season starts let me know and i’ll see what i can do. thanks for all the love on this, you guys rock. and as always im taking request so if you have an idea i’d love to hear it.

[fadelbison]

I think you wrote previously that the way Kth acts now (re: fanservice) is a happy middle ground between how he would like to act and to help First to be more in line with shipping dynamics. And that he isn't the babygirl princess new fans have known him as. Could you please tell me how did he act before reaching this equilibrium?

I don't think any one event quite captures Khaotung's desire to lock First in his basement forever like the ThaiFuLovexFirstkhaotung Live 10/10 incredible live no notes and I don't think there will ever be a moment created between a branded pair quite like the Post-It Game where the game is for one of them to put post its on themselves and the other has to pick it out without using their hands.

The one that picks it out fastest wins. So the challenge here is to stick the post its onto yourself in a way to make it harder for the other person to pick

So naturally, (?????) First's idea to deter Khaotung - mind you by this point all of China knows of the impressive boner Kt popped while filming Akkaye's first time - was to stick quite literally the entire wad of post its into his neck.

Khaotung obviously retrieves them all with NO remorse while First screams at a decibel that has him officially reclassified from human to banshee

I think the one favor Kt does do for First here is pick the one that accidentally fell onto First's crotch with his hands because he did go for the one on First's hand which was resting on his knee with his mouth.

I may not have watched Khaotung faceplant his whole face into First's groin on an IG live but I certainly watched him consider it and that is truly the epitome of the rollercoaster of being an eclipse era FK fan

Khaotung lived to mess with First and we know that because First loved complaining about it except Safehouse had made it abundantly clear that Khaotung messed with First in a very controlled and mindful way, swerving around the long list of things that make First anxious.

No One else was allowed to mess with First ever or we would be faced with the ferocity of the honey badger that will attack even a lion when the situation calls for it. Sometimes, it feels like First rushed to make peace with Foie and White on Safehouse to keep Khaotung from doing something terrible to them or rather to himself by picking a fight with their seniors.

The bitch is back though, I think he's left OFTS Kt behind for good once THK started airing. I love that this man flirted unrelentlessly with Joong and Dunk that entire day and then has the audacity to be like just FYI i only tie ONE (1) man up when I go home please dont forget

sir yessir 🫡

[agendabymooner]

long distance, england and all that romance fiasco ! oscar p. x ofc (filo!gen z!ofc)

summary: after a year of being together, they’ve finally found a way to shorten the distance of their relationship as paloma ‘lomi’ san pedro moved to england after a long immigration process.

content warning: use of explicit language, text messages, tweets, ig post, oscar and ofc slandering each other (affectionate), long distance relationship, fluff, allusions to sex, crackfic

note: been thinking about this man. thinking about writing a smut about him. enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

lomisanpedro added a story !

tagged oscarpiastri, mclaren

liked by landonorris, patriciooward, carlossainzjr

carlossainzjr i don’t like these photos of you and oscar without any space, paloma.

lomisanpedro me when i care: 🤥🤥🤥

user1 LIVE LAUGH LOVE LOMI 😭😭

user2 when she me when he i when

landonorris and i thought ldr means lana del rey liked by lomisanpedro

lomisanpedro it is now landinho 😩

ninojames paloma in her afam era 🤩 liked by lomisanpedro

lomisanpedro puta ka 😭 you’re a bitch

user3 NOT THE AFAM ERA BAHAHAHA

monamagdalena real 😭

mclaren me when she when she me we i- 😩😩 liked by lomisanpedro

oscarpiastri someone tell admin she’s using the account to thirst on patriciooward again 🤧 liked by lomisanpedro

mclaren someone tell oscar to not bring his gf to the tech centre for their anniversary again 😚

oscarpiastri but she said she wanted to tour england 😩

landonorris i still think it’s vile of you to take her to your workplace on your anniversary, lad. thoughts and prayers for you tho 🙏

user4 YALL TELLING ME HE WENT TO WORK ON THEIR ANNIVERSARY AND SHE JUST GOT ALONG WITH THAT?

lomisanpedro he called me a “good girl” and suddenly i am on a leash and agreed on everything he said🤧

user5 GIRLYPOP STOP TALKING 😭😭

user6 throw her to the horny jail 💀

oscarpiastri happy roomie happy life ❤️😍 liked by lomisanpedro

lomisanpedro yessir 🫡🫡

[electricalhuzzah]

this may have already been answered somewhere and i missed it, but were the bill and ford of your fic ever physically involved during the portal era (either with bill as a triangle or him taking a physical form)?

yessir they got freaky deaky during portal era! i dont think ive explicitly said that anywhere thus far so thank you for asking actually :D

[spoogster]

Tobias.

(This is literally just rambling, please don't get mad for any of this. Hes literally me (Im a fictive, but talking from a viewer point of view))

Headcanons and what not.

-Doesn't work for slenderman. Never wanted to. It was Slenders mind control, his heavy influence. The people he killed? Not as many as you think. But the people he did kill, it wasn't his fault.

-Hates Slenderman. Like absolutely despises him. The only thing Slender was good for was giving him a place to stay, even if it wasn't much.

-Slender mansion? Slender manor? No. Abandoned campsite? Log cabins in the woods? Yes. He shares a cabin with Cody (X-virus), and Jeff used to be there until he got kicked out (literally) for trying to cut a smile into Cody and Tobys masks and faces. They got Liu to replace Jeff.

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-Decent friends with: Cody (has to because they live together), Nina (she likes him more than he likes her but its okay), Natalie (they've always been chill), Liu (they're buddies, not like besties, but still friends), Helen (they do art together), Kate (guitar + mission buddies).

-Meh: E. J (has helped Toby recover(multiple times)), any of the animals (some of them bark too loud(one tried to bite his finger off)), Ben Drowned (gaming buddies), Jane (shes nice but doesn't really talk to him), Puppeteer (from their very few interactions, he's alright), Sally (forces him to have teapartys, though sometimes he enjoys it).

-Get away respectfully: Jeff (many reasons), Nurse Ann (shes pretty but too tall and scary seeming), Smile hd pinkie pie (sometimes fun but a little too murderous for him), Splendorman (a bit obnoxious sometimes).

-Get away. Like now.: 0ff3nd3rman (uhmm), Slenderman (ruined his life), Sully (no), Laughing Jack + Jill (too loud, annoying, jack gave him poisoned candy one time).

-No opinion: Sonic. Exe, BEN, Dina, Trendorman, Candypop, Jason, Lulu.

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-Music taste is The Front Bottoms, Mindless Self Indulgence, System Of A Down, Panic! At The Disco, Get Scared, Bring Me The Horizon, Greenday, Blink 182, Lincoln, Three Days Grace, My Chemical Romance, Pierce The Veil, Lovejoy, TV Girl, Mitski.

-Clothing is usually whatever he has that still fits him. Some of it is from an emo era he went through and is still in. So like, band t-shirts, studded belts, raccon tail clips, chains, ect. But sometimes he goes for more casual which is usually sweaters and baggy pants.

-Appearance. He had a fringe at one point but grew it out. Never cuts his hair, so it gets in his way a lot (ponytail is the solution). Curly hair but straightens it a lot of the time. Piercings galore. Hazel eyes ((note: sometimes I give him heterochromia cause it's cool)). Pale skin but not like the original Toby kind of pale. Has always been tall for his age but stopped growing around 18-19 because he was going through a tough time and food was hard to come by, he was too scared to steal, the food Slender gave him could have been poisoned, who knows? So hes left as about 5'10-5'11. Hes pretty thin but is slowly building muscle as time goes on. Has some chub in the stomach but he isnt too worried about it.

-His mask is made of a thick fabric on the outside and has metal bars on the front of the mask to almost represent a mussel (canon).

-Doesnt actually like turtlenecks, they make his neck feel trapped and weird. But he wears them anyways because they hide his proxy symbol that was permanently engraved in his skin (by Slender).

-Fingerless gloves? Yessir. They help cover his scared hands. As well as they just look cool. And whenever he kills someone it's less likely he'll get his dna on the body.

-Raccoon person. Collects things he finds that others would consider trash. Like pop tabs, broken glass pieces, shiny things, rocks, ect. Messy hair. Just like his personality gives off raccon.

-Cheek gash is because he chewed the inside of his cheek so much that the skin tore. And he didn't really care so the hole kept getting bigger until eventually he got himself to stop chewing it. But now the gash is too big to heal.

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-Has a couple guitars that he stole from music shops. The only one he didn't steal was one he got When he was first taken in. Slender gave it to him as "something to do" when he's bored. At first he didn't want it and never touched it. But he soon realised that it was really boring there. He tries to forget that Slender gave it to him. It's really beaten now, has worn down spots, and a bit of old blood dried onto the wood near the bottom of the strings because he strums too hard.

-Acoustic guitar: The really old musty beaten up one that Slender gave him. Almost turquoise in colour. Electric guitar: Black guitar that almost looks like something a rock star would have. Also kind of old. Doesn't use that one as much.

-Likes singing but gets nervous around people that arent in his cabin or Nat.

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-Likes cuddles, hand kisses (platonically), head pats and pets, people playing with his hair. But he doesn't like asking for it because he finds it embarrassing.

-Not as childish as people think. Just clingy to people he enjoys.

-Drawing is something he really enjoys doing if he's not playing the guitar. He'll draw people from the other cabins, characters from movies and shows he likes, and even characters from the Slenderverse. Not really that good at drawing anything else.

-Always too nervous to show people his drawings or things he likes.

-Doesn't like being called "Ticci" Toby. He never liked it. Will probably get mad if you call him it more than once.

-Has terrible memory. Not even from Slenderman, he's just always had bad memory, and Slender didnt help at all. He will probably to get basic things like birthdays or people, even his own sometimes.

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-Has never met anyone from the Slenderverse. But wants to.

-Feels bad for the others affected by Slender and the Slender sickness. But also enjoys the series. Even if the people go through literal hell.

-Would like to meet:

Tim, Brian, and Skully

Evan, Steph, and Jeff

Patrick and Michael

Chris

Milo/Mr scars and the Observer

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-Things hes interested in include other muderers, weapons (has a journal for writing the information), horror (analog horror + args), music, art.

-He really enjoys watching the old slasher movies and he probably has them for cd and vhs. But also enjoys Tim burton movies. As well as Spider-man movies and series.

-As for shows. South Park (enjoys the humour), Superstore (enjoys the humour), and just any paranormal show (finds it interesting).

-His favourite weapon (axe) is a Tactical Axe or more widely known as a Tactical Tomakawk Axe. But theyre too expensive for him too buy. There was one time where he stole one. But someone from another cabin stole it and he hasnt gotten it back.

-Food. He likes pizza, usually cheese or pepperoni (or cheese with black olives, tehe). Also enjoys fruit, like watermelon, baby grapes, apples (galas or green apples), and pineapple.

-Smoking? Vape? Drugs? No. Alcohol? Sometimes. Its just for a relief sometimes or cause he needed it. But he's not an alcoholic and never will be.

-Knows how to use bow and arrow

(Im probably gonna hate this in like a day or two so yeah)

[avkizi]

another one of these dr intro poll bitches bc im so bored and also i have a new dr <333

[javipispunk]

PINE SYRUP

Chapter Two: Straight and Narrow

Jackson Era! Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Through the cold and desperation the pine needles do not fall. The needles are sharp and bitter to ward off strangers, yet with tender care they make the richest syrup.

Warnings: smut, p in v unprotected, ass slapping, sir kink, brat!reader, pet names (darlin’, good girl, sweetheart, kid), use of firearms, joel is mean, flirting, cursing, feelings of loneliness, age gap (27/56)

A/N: First time writing smut! Hope it’s okay. As always let me know what you think or if I need to add other warnings or anything xoxo

Word Count: 2.7K

Masterlist

A few days later you were in the greenhouse picking herbs. Joel came in and cleared his throat. You were still put off by his gruffness but you couldn’t be too mad, anger was all too common these days. That was until today. It seemed like it was his personal mission to piss you off.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“My job,” you stated matter of factly.

“Pickin weeds? Bet you think you’re good at that too huh?”

“You get off on arguing with me or something?” You snapped back.

His mouth twitched, either from holding back a retort or trying his best not to show a reaction. He took a deep breath and then spoke again.

“We ain’t arguing.”

“No?” You asked.

“Nope.” He said while popping the p.

“So you just like being a pain in the ass? I bet it's a cover up for something.”

He leaned closer towards you, your hips now pressed up against the table that was behind you.

“A cover up for what sweetheart?” He was as close as he could be without actually touching you. It was exhilarating. Joel Miller was a very handsome man, there was no denying that. Here you were inches from his face. The wrinkles around his dark eyes and across his forehead really suited him. You wanted to reach out and trace your thumb along his nose. You also wanted to make him squirm so you leaned close to his ear.

“That you wanna bend me over this table and fuck me good.” You said boldy. Then you pushed his head back with your finger. This struck a nerve, you saw him swallow and then he let out an angered breath and took a large step back.

“Delusional” he muttered.

“Then what are you here for?” You asked while waving your hand in the air and giving him an impatient look.

“Tommy wants to see you.”

You sucked in a deep breath trying to quell your annoyance.

“You couldn’t have started with that? You could have spared the cilantros feelings by not calling it a weed.” You called after him as at this point he was hurriedly walking out of the greenhouse.

/ / /

You met Tommy out by the stables. He had your rifle in his hand and a small box. You handed it over to you and asked if you wanted to go for a ride with him. He wanted to see you shoot.

“I wanna test ya before we put ya on patrol.”

You grinned, glad to have your gun back and glad that he was trusting you.

“Yessir”

You followed him into the stables as he led you to a horse, already tacked up. You hopped on, Tommy followed suit on his own horse. Once you left the stables and were trotting down the street Tommy asked you how you were finding Jackson.

“Good so far, feel like I can breathe a little.” This was all true. For once you weren’t running from or running to, there was some stability. What you didn’t tell him is that your loneliness still hadn’t subsided. It sat heavy in your chest, not willing to leave. A town full of people and you felt more alone than you did in the woods by yourself.

“I’m glad” he said after nodding at you in understanding.

Then you frowned, “Except Joel called my cilantro a weed which made me kinda sad. Do you know if he maybe has that gene where it tastes like soap to him? I don’t know what else the cilantro could have to receive such ire.”

Tommy let out a booming laugh. So loud it got the attention of some of the people in the street.

“You’re funny.” You were both smiling.

“I try. Joel didn’t think it was funny though.”

“He doesn’t think anything’s funny.”

“What a shame. Wanna make a bet?” You asked him.

He gave you a suspicious look. “What kind of bet.”

“I bet I can make Joel laugh.”

Tommy laughed again just as loud as the first time. And then pursed his lips and nodded to your left. When you looked over Joel was about 10 yards away because of course he was. There was a very high chance he heard you and now you were sure you would never get him to laugh. Beside him was a teenage girl.

“Have you met Ellie?” He asked.

“No I have not.” You replied. Then Tommy waved them over. You looked at the girl, completely ignoring Joel. “You must be Ellie then?”

“Sure am!” She said, then you introduced yourself.

“Okay enough, we gotta go.” Joel said and started to walk away. Before he turned around to call Ellie she gave you a shit eating grin and stood up on her tip toes. You leant down so she could whisper in your ear.

“I’ll show you my No Pun Intended book if you want. It’s gotten him to crack a few times.” Then she gave you a wink and scampered away after Joel. You smiled.

Then your focus was shifted back towards the gates as they opened up. You swallowed, nervous to leave. But you sucked up your hesitation because you had to and followed Tommy out into the wilderness.

He eventually led you to a clearing. Then we walked about 30 yards out and placed three bottles on the grass.

“Oh come on! You can move em further back! Anybody could shoot those.” He complied and moved them another 20 yards back. Once he was out of the way you lined the rifle up, clicked the safety and took a deep breath. Finger pulls the trigger, recoil hits your shoulder, bullet through glass. And again. And again. It was meditation. Breath in, breath out, shot. Time went in slow motion.

You sat back up and looked at Tommy. In the distance he gave you a thumbs up and went to place more bottles further back. You felt like a teenager again in the field shooting target practice. All of a sudden you were back there, smiling, your cousin showing you how to hold a shotgun, where to aim. Lost in your memories you almost didn’t hear a branch snap behind you. You spun around quickly with your rifle raised. Once you saw it was Joel you dropped the gun.

“For fucks sake Joel don’t go sneakin up on people like that. I was one second away from pulling the trigger.”

“That one second of hesitation will get you killed.” Joel said

“Not the point Joel.” You retorted.

“You don’t shoot right.”

You gave him a nasty look and said “then why didn’t I miss.”

“Luck.” He stated. Who did he think he was sneaking up on you and then telling you you were a bad shot.

“If I’m so lucky why the fuck am I stuck talking to you?”

Before Joel could get another quip in Tommy let out a whistle signaling you to shoot again. You resumed your shooting position all the while incredibly aware of Joel's presence. You knew he was scrutinizing your every movement so you went thtough the motions as perfectly as you could. Deep breath in, deep breath out, pull the trigger. But at the last second you twitched and the shot went low, hitting the ground before it could reach the bottle. You cursed under your breath.

“I told you.” Was all Joel said.

Fuck him and his stupid honeyed voice and his syupid eyes that you had a feeling had been trained partially on your ass while you were laying down. A man could be as stoic as he wanted but there was no hiding that look of being caught checking someone out.

“Well maybe if you weren’t staring at my ass I could concentrate.” You said annoyed.

“Gotta learn to shoot with distractions darlin’.”

“I ain’t your darlin’.” You huffed. You wanted to give him a go and show him what a real distraction was. With a newfound need to prove him wrong you straightened out, another breath, another shot, hit, broken glass. No time to relish in your glory, you still had two more bottles to hit. Joel coughed, spooking you just enough to ruin your alignment so you had to shift to get aimed properly again.

Apparently it was taking too long because Joel said, “What are you waiting for? You won't have time to set…”

You shot before he could finish his sentence, taking out the remaining bottles with two quick shots. You turned towards him and kept your expression neutral.

“Sorry, were you saying something?” You asked

“My turn.” He gestured for you to move, layed down on the ground and then signaled Tommy to place more bottles. Much to your chagrin Tommy had only brought six bottles, all of which were shattered in the grass. You told Joel as much. He was struggling to get back up.

“Gotta get up faster than that if you wanna survive out there bud,” you said mockingly. He looked angry, a bull to the matador you were embodying. Thankfully Tommy showed up before either of you started throwing haymakers.

“Good work kid.” He said. You smiled and shook his outstretched hand. “That's bout all I need you for today. You know the way back?”

“Yessir.” You gave the men a two fingered salute and got back on the horse. From there you headed into Jackson. You were annoyed you’d missed a shot. Missing meant life or death. As aggravated as you were with Joel you knew he was right. One mistake could cost your life or someone else’s life, you knew it all too well.

/ / /

Your anger had only festered by the time you got back to your house. You slammed the door shut, stomped over to the kitchen and threw cabinets open looking to see if there was any alcohol. Of course there wasn’t, it had probably been looted years ago. You thought of trying to make moonshine but you didn’t have any apparatus to actually make it so you were shit outta luck on that one. It looked like your only option was the Tipsy Bison even though the booze was watered down. So you went back to the foyer and jerked open the door. You jumped back in surprise. Joel was standing there, fist up ready to knock.

“What do you want Joel?” You asked annoyed.

“You got quite the mouth on you girl, ya know that?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” You crossed your arms and started tapping your foot.

“I’m here to put you in your place.”

“My place?”

“Yes. Ain’t nobody gon talk to me the way you been talking to me. Bein a wiseass and all.”

You laughed. “What are you gonna do bud? Punish me?”

He stepped into your house, now towering over you. “I bet you would like that wouldn’tcha sweetheart.”

“I think you would too.” Then his lips were on yours, forceful and harsh. He kicked the door shut while he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and placed his other on your hip. Fuck was he a good kisser. He kissed like a man starved, not a boy kissing you because he had nothing better to do. This was full of want, full of greed. Joel’s kiss was like the first bite into the first peach of the summer, addictive.

You threaded your fingers through his curls, grasping onto them to keep you anchored to earth, who knows where you would float off to if you didn’t. He pulled his lips away from yours and stared down at you.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“We’ll see.” That earned you a smack on the ass. Then he grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him.

“I didn’t like that answer.”

“Yessir. I’ll be a good girl.” He smirked and pushed you into the kitchen. Once you were backed up against the counter his lips were back on yours and just as strong as they were before. You moaned into the kiss and then he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You fought back with yours. A war for the ages, fighting just to fight, after all you knew you were going to lose. You wanted to lose, to lose control, to lose your mind, you didn’t need to fight so hard. When you stopped pushing your tongue against his he knew he had you. Then he looked at you again, really looked at you. Seeing if you wanted this as badly as he did, making sure you were on the same page.

“Keep going Joel. Please.” He nodded.

“There’s my good girl using her manners.” And then he was unbuttoning your jeans. The forcefulness at which he did it made it seem like he was going to rip the button right off and break the zipper. Then he yanked them down with your underwear over your ass and past your knees. You stepped out of them. There lay a puddle of blue on the floor.

Joel nudged your legs apart and palmed your breasts. You could feel his hard cock pressed against you. You reached around to palm him through his jeans. He let out the quietest moan. Barely audible over your gasps as he trailed one hand down towards your needy cunt. Then he was dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness.

“I bet you’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“Yes.” You breathed out, so lost in the feeling you could barely talk.

“Yes what.” Then he pressed a finger hard against your clit. This made you squirm.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” You were moaning loudly now. He removed his fingers and spun you around. Chest pressed against the counter, ass sticking out. Then he slapped your ass again. Not hard enough to leave a handprint but pretty damn close, like he was testing the waters, seeing how much you could take. When you moaned with the slap he did it again, harder this time. Joel removed his hands to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. He barely pulled them down, just enough to free his aching dick. You wanted to turn around to see it but he wouldn’t let you. Then all of a sudden he was pushing into you. It hurt but in a good way. It had been a while since you’d had sex and he felt huge. You arched your back and tried to get him to push in further.

“Patience girl, don’t wanna break ya.” He offered as an explanation for why he was going so slow.

“You’re not gonna break me.” You said through gritted teeth. Then he was pushing in even further. In and out slowly, you knew it wasn’t the whole thing yet. You were whining. “Please sir, more!”

With this he finally bottomed out. You felt so full, he was hitting against your cervix. He was so big you could feel him in your stomach, you were gonna be hurting later, that was for sure. Joel grabbed your throat and started pummeling into you. He lost himself in you, fucking you like he had to do it in order to survive. Your mind went blank. All your senses were screaming Joel Joel Joel. It was hard and fast, the noises from your mouths and where your bodies were connected was obscene. Your cunt was swallowing him, squeezing him. Joel’s hand reached around again and started toying with your clit.

“I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing my cock so good.”

“I am sir. So close.” You stuttered. With two more hard thrusts and him pinching your clit you were coming. You were so blissed out as he fucked you through your high. Everything went white. It felt like you were standing knee deep in the purest white snow, sunlight reflecting off of it. A few more pumps and he pulled out, releasing his seed all over your ass. He stood there for a moment admiring the sight, you bent over with his cum dripping down your ass. Once he took a mental picture he stepped back.

Joel tucked his dick back into his jeans, kissed you on the cheek and then left without saying a word. You were so fucked out that you didn’t even notice that he didn’t help you clean up. Once you regained your composure you waddled to get a towel, cleaned yourself up and changed into sleep clothes.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas!!!

Recently i wrote a poem and decided I loved it and send you an ask with it 2 days ago but i think it got lost or smth.

Little backstory here so I live in a family full of artists and very creative people so sharing my work always made me self concious since I always compared my work with theirs. Turns out I also have a problem with openly sharring my work with others which is a bit of a problem considering I need to do share my work for school. Because of that I've decided to share my poem with someone cause I'm really proud of it but I also want someone to tell me their honest opinion/feedback. So here it is I guess??? Also english is not my first language so sorry if there s any mistakes 🦖

Earth breaking beneth my feet

Hands holding my arms

While pushing me down

Sinking into the ground

Divine paintings flashing before my mind

Their meanings going up my mouth

Watching me choke down all the noble words

Blocking their way out

Only to laugh

As the Devil listens to all the broken sounds

Coming from my eyes

Crimson tears staining my cheeks

Honey dripping from my lips

Straight into a vase near my feet

Angles are gathering the golden liquid

Collectiong memories I missed

Reminding me things I did

That are straining my guilt

People I left forgoten

Are sitting faceless

Waiting for my jugement

God is listening to everyone

Except for me

As I bleed out on a light floor in front of him

Staining red everything I could see

While room fillds with blood

That's comimg from my wounded heart

Drowning me

Ending my tortures

While our outstanding preformance goes on

The capitol's laughing

The kids are dying

But why do I care?

About them when I'm away

Maybe these scary meaningfull portraits

Maybe paintings that left me empty

Are happening somewhere on Earth

Someones mother is dying

But all we do is drink honey

Someones child is fighting

But all we do is play a song

Song of Army Dreamers

And say 'scary things happened years back'

While ignoring the fact

That those things are also happening now

Somehow I made a poem about war with my religious trauma, Kate Bush reference and few Crimson Rivers references. Thats cute. When im rereading it now it seems a bit silly and kinda looks like i tried using 'big words' but i still love it.

Also the way you ate up last Caledenstine(HOW TO WRITE THAT????😭) chapter??? Ate and left no crumbs? Yessir. I support Regs rights and wrongs even if his wrongs are treaky(?) sometimes and make me want to hit him with a paper (just jk i would probably hug him and then make him some good soup)

Losts of love for you and your wife and your cat(s) (pretty sure you have a cat or two but maybe im mixing people???? Prolly should go to sleep but this was more important for me?????) Hope your sleep shedule is better then the rests of the fandom tho you are a teacher, an ao3 writer and a trumble user so its probably not the best while school year but still! 💃All the best ❤️

Hi hon!!! Your original ask was actually next on my list lol but I'm responding to this one because you added some things.

Damn, that ending though.

And say 'scary things happened years back' While ignoring the fact That those things are also happening now

This is SO real, and so poignant. You absolutely should share this with others, it's a very powerful poem. I love the imagery you have throughout. Please don't compare your work to others- art is supposed to be unique, you know?

hahah yeah Reg is in his Rep Era rn I feel. I'll not elaborate more.

My sleep schedule is...well it's 12:30am and I am not planning on sleeping for a while, as I need to edit and then post the next chapter. By the time this ask is posted (I'm scheduling it) the next chapter should be out! yay, summer?

Sending you all the love!

[kyleraynersrefrigerator]

my thoughts while watching x men 97

charles is dead thank god cuz im a d1 charles hater

ROBERTO DA COSTA🙌🙌

jean grey milf era??

rogues voice goddamn

gambit🤭

scott skydiving scene is so tough they’re finally not nerfing him

STORM OMEGA LEVEL THREAT YESSIR

goddamn this show is gay as hell

did they just make cherik canon?

magneto the slutty gdilf you are

im so lesbian for jean grey

storm is and has always been that girl everyone needs a storm in their life i adore her sm

gambit w the bandana🤭🤭