#i literally spent 2 days drawing this

[thevanzuu]

happy late birthday

[linkdiangelo247]

i cannot be the only person who thought of this

[girltwinkgiarratana]

happy easter ! time 2 put your favorite christ on the cross !!!

alt drawings under the cut:

sarah in her fellow christ's clothes ^

and both versions with no background :}

[captainhadleyswhore]

what removing The Pickman Bridge does to a mf

[rui-drawsbox]

Comm for @ SproutAstro :3c

[bigsnaff]

AN ODE TO MY MONSTERS

[nerice]

brain too fucking full. too many things to do -finish backing up oc posts -2024 note writing clean up -tge minor draft -draw proper rini icons -3yr cycle reivery art piece before the year is over -new art book to study -read som4 -play an hour of resonance of fate a day so i can play dark souls soon -started playing outer wilds too bc i am stupid -(still have to finish neon white) -finish out sketchbook pls we have to move on -japanese -start italian -dont forget to exercise or u will die again -dont forget to eat

[oliveasaltylife]

[medical gaslighting]

Oh and I had to see a different OB/GYN than my normal endo specialist and she was the WORST

She actually suggested that my period and ovulation pain that leaves me vomiting and nearly hallucinating might be “normal” for my body.

And then proceeded to lecture me on IUDs for more than half of my appointment after I explicitly stated that I don’t want one and my normal doctor said it’s not a good plan for me (nevermind the fact that IUDs are contradicted by my connective tissue diseas in the first place)

And then she said I have “too much going on” in my body and need to figure even MORE out before I can even be evaluated for endometriosis. And blamed my pain on tethered cord and “nerve pain signals getting misinterpreted.”

I should have walked out, but I was so dissociated I just sat there, frozen, staring at her in complete disbelief

[thedailyvio]

Yield

When there's nothing left to give

Darkness will rise

Day 87 - 88

WIP and Alt Below:

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. The ending screen of the ULTRAKILL level P-2: Wait of the World. It was completed on Standard with a D rank, with 43 minutes and 47.094 seconds in time, 3020 style, and 59 restarts and kills both. The ranking board is blacked out so OP's steam username isn't shown, and on the other side of the screen the stats are unusually absent, indicating this is OP's first time beating the level. End ID]

sorry for showing up to liveblog ultrakill and then abandoning tumblr for five days in a row. It will happen again

[larvae-pietatis]

my clown attribute is the more studying i have to do the more unrelated tasks i will be doing instead

[backinmyphase]

For over three months. You have tried to kill the King of curses Sukuna for over three months.

Four months ago your father sold you to his palace. Sure, it hurt, but you didn't have time to be sad, you had to serve the King, had to live in the small room with the other servants. You had to start to be a good servant, because if you weren't it would mean your death.

And god, did you despise this man. This monster of a man.

You had always heard the gruesome tales of him, how he killed thousands of men, how he could slice kids with a blink of an eye, how he burned down villages just because. And the moment you saw him you knew they were all... True. Yeah, they were definitely true.

On your third day he had a meeting with some men from a nearby village. You had heard them talk about trying to make a contract with the king. How they were hoping to get treasures for some women of their village.

One hour later you were ordered to clean up the leftovers of their corpses.

Of course Sukuna didn't care what servant cleaned up what, he just ordered whoever for whatever. You were sure he didn't know who you were. Still he looked at you like an ant as you sat in that pile of blood cleaning.

You felt rage, rage you had never felt before.

The same evening you decided you wanted to kill the man. You wanted to bring him down, show him his own mortality, he had so obviously forgotten. You wished, you could say it was for a noble reason, but it really wasn't. It wasn't for his victims, for the men you had to clean up.

It was purely because of your pride. Because you couldn't stand the way you had to bow before him.

You spent two weeks drawing a map of the palace, noting the schedule of the king, when he held meetings, when he dined etc. But it wasn't always completely clear, since he loved to go out and most likely terrorize people.

But after all you gathered all the information you could in these two weeks. You used your low place and profile in the palace to plot the death of the King of Curses.

At night you went out on the west side of the palace, the guards there fall as after 2 am, to run into anyone, any warrior who could take advantage of your information. Of course you didn't yell out 'Who can kill the King of Curses for me?', you did value your life. But you did know in which valleys you would find some shady figures who couldn't wait to get the information that you had. The deal was simple.

Your information for the life of the king.

There was a rather shady figure you found. You could never forget his sinister smile as he heard your request, he was no one you liked. But that didn't matter in this business.

So when you returned to the castle you had no other choice but to wait. Wait for Sukuna to fall.

One day passed. Two days passed. Three days passed. Nothing happened.

You thought the assassin had probably gotten cold feet or maybe just dipped with your information. But no that wasn't the case. There was a bad feeling in your chest which just wouldn't leave.

Till the fourth day.

That day Uruame asked for your Name. And as you gave it to them they just told you to go see the Lord.

With shaky legs you made your way to his chambers. And as you stepped in, the big man seemed to look at you for the first time.

"You wished for my presence?" you bowed before him. Unfortunately you had to.

He didn't answer, but you could feel his lingering gaze on you. Could feel him smirk. "Interesting." He only mumbled. "You are way more calm than I expected."

He let you leave after that. On the same morning you had seen other servants clean up a corpse in the garden. A corpse of a man who seemed to have been tortured. A man familiar.

The same day Uraume moved you into a big room.

"Your own chambers." They just said and left.

That was your first attempt to kill him. That was over three months ago.

Since then you had tried various things to get Sukuna to choke, both hypothetically and literally. Hired many sorcerers, tried to sabotage his thron, heck you even tried to poison him. But that bastard lived every time.

And you weren't even pissed because you failed, oh no. You were pissed because he knew you were trying to kill him and he got a kick out of it.

He had made you in charge of bringing him his food as if to challenge you. Smirked at you every time he ate.

And after every single attempt something new spawned inside of your chambers. Jewelry, clothes, a bigger chamber, food. Nothing could surprise you anymore.

You were the only servant with their own chambers, the only one in the whole palace besides Uraume he called by their name.

For other three months you were trying to kill the King of curses Sukuna.

And for over three months he had finally gotten excitement in his palace.

[dustcrumbs]

Horrordust!!!

2 other vers below + LONGGG CONTEXT/story abt this drawing

without filter + no background at all

heh

@dreamy-fever helped with choosing background color :3c

@k1llercrumbs and @gayhorrorsans helped with the idea and revise it

Poorly explained by yours truly, Dustcrumbs.

story starts now!!

These two are taken into an omega timeline. Both saved from their Aus, which were either crumbling away, or they simply couldn't stay there anymore.

Horror was still in his fight or flight instincts. He was quite literally paranoid of everyone around him, soon that paranoia seeped into his relationship with his brother. Which soon caused him to stay away from people altogether and avoid big gatherings of people (like the city.)

Horror wouldn't even go into the towns to grab food in fear that he'd be attacked (paranoid hunk). He wouldn't even eat at all, even if papyrus handed him the food. He'd think that his own brother poisoned his food. Horror's really paranoid and anxious. He couldn't handle the idea of returning to a normal life, let alone be actually living in one.

So, he usually stays in a specific spot he's found. He stays during the day and leaves at night to sleep back in his apartment.

Horror ventures into the (very little) forests often. He has even found a little spot to go to whenever he suffers from his misophonia or is just overwhelmed by the bright lights everywhere.

the area itself is a lake with a cabin built by it. The owner doesn't seem to be there at all, if there is one. But it nicely covered by the trees. So it's pretty dark, barely any light shines through. Which Horror adores because FUCK the sun.

Anywho, Horror usually only goes there during the day and he has had no issue.

But.. Maybe one day, Horror was just too tired at the moment to head back. The cabins always unlocked anyway, if the owner truly didn't want anyone going in there. They would've kept it locked. No issue to sleep there for the night, right?

So it came by as a surprise when Horror woke up to a flashlight being beamed at his face.

Apparently, another, smaller, skeleton owns that cabin. This, alone, would've been the most embarrassing thing to deal with. If it weren't for the fact that he was overcome with fear that he was about to be slaughtered for trespassing.

Which is completely frowned upon and forbidden in the omega timeline (so is everywhere else..). But hey, this dude is living alone in a cabin, in the forest. AGAIN, BY HIMSELF. He's definitely doing some weird stuff around here.

Now, tell Horror why the fuck the weirdo in the cabin sat him down in the kitchen and passed him some microwaved Ramen as if Horror didn't basically break into his cabin and sleep in his bed. The little weirdo hasn't forced Horror out yet, and doesn't seem to want to let Horror go. He would've ran out already but he doesn't wanna turn his back to Dust and get gunned down.

So, whatever. I guess he's gonna be eating Ramen with this weirdo tonight. And sleep in his bed. Be buried in his blankets. And then wake up to freshly prepared breakfast. Which was the most half-assed breakfast Horror has ever seen.

Horror isn't complaining, though. For some reason, he feels safe around this freak in the woods. He hasn't eaten anything for another 3 additional years since of his own paranoia.

Having only spent a single night with this terrifying yet uncomfortably quiet individual.. Horror feels pretty darn safe around him. Safe enough to be able to pick up the fork and not feel the need to skew it into the other sans' neck. Horrors feeling pretty darn good. He even got the weirdos name, Murder. Which is, as expected, weird! His even weirder name, or nickname, was Dust. Freak.

Now, why did Dust do all of this for Horrors one-night stand? He was just being nice. He was currently in a counseling group to help the more 'feral but not completely gone' aus reenter society without feeling the need to decimate people. So hey, this is good practice to be a good person. Right? Plus, Horrors hot. But maybe Dusts is just a freak, he is, so it's whatever. Save a hot hunk and get better at not hurting people. Two birds with one stone.

Though, what Dust didn't expect to happen was to have Horror come back.

Yeah, Horror began to stay overnight frequently. Dust thought it'd be a one-time thing, and Horror would scramble away and never come back. Nope. Horrors visiting him. He has even begun waiting outside of the cabin just to follow Dust inside.

Dust doesn't even know how to take this. So he's just letting Horror follow him in and feeds him like Horrors some stray dog. Dust doesn't even care if Horror stays in his cabin when he heads to bed. Which Horror always does, sleeping on that damn couch.

Slowly, this turns into Dust preparing food beforehand. Then beginning to come during the day. Then just letting Horror follow him in the city. Then that turns into letting Horror hold his hand for support and comfort. Then it shifts into cuddling.. then sleeping in the same bed. And finally, kissing and slobbering over each other's mouths. Freaks.

and oh boy— Horrors loving it. He loves Dust. Dust is the right amount of everything for him. He listens like all Dust wants to hear is Horror, he doesn't judge Horror about anything, Dust is always pampering Horror and god he loves being pampered. Or maybe he just loves whatever Dust does. Hell, if Dust told him to get on his knees in the middle of the sidewalk for him. Horror WOULD.

Horrors always clinging onto Dust, playfully nipping at him and gripping at his hand as if a bird is gonna swoop down and snatch the little guy up.

He's in love with Dust.

And to say Dust isn't is just as mad about Horror as he about him.. that'd be the same as saying that he doesn't need air. (He needs Horror as much as he needs to breathe. That hunk is his ENTIRE life). They're obsessed with each other, always grabbing at one another or pressed tightly together like two Lego pieces.

They're obsessed with each other, but that's okay!! Not a lot of harm, actually. Dusts already willingly isolated from people before meeting Horror. Horror has already begun isolating himself before he even met Dust, so it's not really a big effect on each other's lives. It's a big comfort and relief for them, actually. Horror would've most likely lashed out one day and kicked out of the timeline. And Dust? Eh, I guess he'd enter society as a 'normal' sans. He'd just be empty.

But Horrors much more friendly and less. "I'm shaking, not bc I'm scared, but bc I have a bomb inside my chest,"y and more, "hi!!!" with everyone after making out with Dust for a month.

But, as expected, things go downhill when Horror is clinging onto Dust and sobbing about how much he hates the loudness of the city. How he hates the bright lights. The overwhelming noise and overwhelming things going on all at once. And oh, Dust knows the feeling of being overstimulated and being literally unable to make everything just stop. It hurts to see his beloved break down in his arms, in his safe haven. In THEIR safe haven.

So, after that. Dust makes it his sole goal to make sure Horror doesn't have to deal with that again.

Oh, you sneezed a little too off, and Horrors nose-birdge wrinkled at you... Mmm.. Dust just popped your tires. Oh, you nudged Horror when walking by? Haha, Dust just cut off the power to your house!

And this continues on. Dusts' revenge becomes more harsh and overall unjustifiable until one day. Dust quite literally kills a dude. Horror doesn't even find out until they're watching TV, and it shows up. Dust just bluntly states, "that fucker squirmed a lot before the bullet even hit him." Horrors there right next to him like 😦. LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEANN!!

but whatever, Horrors freaking out a bit and grows paranoid again. Not in fear of Dust. But fear for him. What if they find out? What if they take Dust from him? Will they kill him too if they find out? He has to hide Dust. He can't let them take someone he cherishes so deeply. He doesn't care who died. All he needs to do is keep Dust safe.

Which is funny. Because Horror is the suspect for the murder. His already unpredictable behavior and being near the last known sighting of the dude leaves him as #1 suspect.

Horror was gonna be held in custody for further questioning, but don't worry, guys! Dust killed the officer meant to take Horror. Heh, our savior! 😝 (Horrors spiraling real bad, everything is going wrong and he's terrified about being separated from Dust).

Pssshh, they'll hide in their cabin until Horror n Dust can find a way to escape the timeline together. (They have no damn idea how to travel across universes, so ye)

but yeahh

drawing is about horror finding out Dust just killed someone. He's now worrying about what's going to happen to Dust and how much he doesn't want Horror to go. I forgot( I couldn't fit in) to add this dialog in the drawing, too, but they were meant to say

"they're gon' take you 'way from me. I dont want them to take you from me."

"I'm not letting them separate us."

[paracosmicka]

As a trans man I love mpreg as long as it’s not fetishized. I want kids in the future so seeing mpreg is like going oh hey! Another seahorse dad! I don’t get to see myself in media much. It makes me uncomfortable when people don’t separate the 2 mpreg can be fetishized but it’s also a thing a lot of transgender afab go through. I know this is a sonadow account and it’s not that deep lol but thanks it’s cool seeing it :) saying that: more plz 🥹

This actually makes me feel so relieved bc another reason why I’m always hesitant to post pregnant Shadow is I’m worried that it can be seen as disrespectful or that if it might be used for fetishization purposes which isn’t really what I’d like my art to be associated with.

I don’t want to kink shame anyone, as an agender aroace person who does not experience any romantic or sexual desire whatsoever (i think? still learning about the different types of experiences within the aroace spectrum) I feel that I am literally the least qualified to talk about the morality behind mpreg as a kink/fetish.

With all that in mind, I do wanna say that I wish there was more transgender pregnancy representation that wasn’t just fetish. Like just googling “pregnancy symptoms” will give you a wide range of experiences, but when I was trying to look into if there were unique ways that pregnancy can effect trans men, it took a lot of digging so either I’m just stupid and can’t search things on the internet very well or there really isn’t a lot of representation of trans pregnancies.

Although I did recently learn that in the r/pregnancy subreddit, FTM does not in fact mean “Female to Male” and is actually just “First Time Mom” which makes a lot of sense bc for awhile I thought half of the subreddit were just trans guys. Then I discovered there is literally a subreddit r/seahorse_dads and so I spent awhile just reading a bunch of posts in there.

Anyway I’m fine just existing in my own space with sonadow family fluff, but when I share it I get all nervous bc mpreg is cringefail or whatever and I don’t even know if it’s cringe for being cringe or if it’s cringe bc it’s a fetish. Just know that whenever I post any art of any kind, I try to think as little as possible about how people will interpret my drawings, bc at the end of the day I just drew it because it made me happy and thinking about sonadow fluff gives me warm and fuzzy butterflies that I think people are supposed feel when they’re in love but I’ve never experienced that for another person in my entire life and I don’t think I’ll be able to. So thinking about and drawing sonadow is probably the closest I’ll get to that feeling.

And it makes me even more happy when people say they genuinely connected with my art bc then I know that the warm and fuzzy butterflies feeling got through, and I’m just really glad we can all get our little serotonin boost from these stupid gay hedgehogs.

I genuinely don’t think any of this makes sense I’ve spent 3 hours trying to write a response to this ask and then I remembered that I got zero sleeps last night so that’s probably why brain no worky but in conclusion: thank you for the ask Anon it really made my day and I’m spiritually headbutting you like a cat as they say

[galactic-rhea]

WDYM Anakin is Luke and Leia's dad

I dunno if this post will reach the Star Wars fandom but I hope it does because I'm sure you all will get a good laugh at me.

As of recent I have developed a good hiperfixation for Star Wars, the thing is I knew nothing. NOTHING about Star Wars besides the fact it had aliens and...a war...in space? And funny swords. And main character is Luke or something, I spent over 20 years ignoring anything about Star Wars and somehow missing most references out there.

And recently, literally less than a month ago I saw a gif and said to my partner "oh this guy this guy looks cool, this gif looks nice" and he said "Oh well, he's a good character." And it all developed into me watching Clone Wars, the animated series you know and...and I was kinda blown away, on my opinion the show IS GREAT. And I love every character and their interactions, I love how much they focus on side characters, and they all seem very well written. I got hiperfixated really fast and saw Anakin and I was like "Omg, babygirl. He's a blorbo now."

And because of the show, this was super unexpected, but somehow I also got, really got, into the ship with Padmé because omg, cool woman. Literal happy squeaky noises of someone who was in a bad state and needed some good ol' distraction and comfort.

Now, like I said I knew nothing about Star Wars as a whole. And I still haven't watched the movies, besides the ocassional gif?

So imagine my shock, my surprise, my...bewilderment when I realized.

"Wait a minute, LUKE IS ANAKIN'S SON?! HOLY-"

Ladies, gentleman, and others, I think I came very late to this party and I don't even know how it took me so long.

Not only that, but because of this sudden love for the series, I went to my friends circle like "BESTIE, GUESS WHAT, I HAVE A NEW BLROBO AND A NEW FAV SHIP AND EEEP"

And my friends are like "omg that's amazing, what is it?"

I tell them, and of course they all know these characters and they all react like they know this very bad secret fact and I got told several times already "Please, don't watch the episodes 2 and 3 alone, it will hurt."

I feel like blissfully walking among rainbows and blue skies while everyone else know that my future is doomed. Somehow.

(Uncomfortable silence)

Not only that, but then I spent a whole deal of time thinking "Where the heck I have seen these guys" cus there was some fmailiarity I couldn't just point out and then one day I woke up, brushed my teeth and of all sudden I realized and it was such a shock.

Do you know how SURREAL is to get very into a character, and into a ship, and then realize they're the same from that super widespread meme that has been around for who knows how much time?

I swear I thought that meme was from some old medieval fantasy movies or something.

But alas, Star Wars now is EVERYWHERE. People do references to Star Wars ALL THE TIME and it's just now I'm catching them.

I got spoilers. From a meme. In a youtube review that had nothing to do with Star Wars hah. Everything is a spoiler, the world is an apparent spoiler. Now I'm here, trying to avoid spoilers from something everyone seems to know, even my family knows. It's so surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way 😂

Anyways, if you read until here, know that a wild ride still waits me, cuz I'm only starting Season 3 of Clone Wars and I don't plan to watch the movies until I finish the series.

And yes, I made this blog just to ramble freely about SW and draw stuff because it sparked my inspiration after a long art block.

Have this doodle I drew after watching the two first episodes, my offering for you reaching this far.

Note: Wouldn't Anakin and Padmé's ship name be Animé? Cuz that's hilarious.

[ceilidho]

prompt: IKEA soap/reader fic. PART 4. (read 1, 2, 3) tags: dubcon; nsfw

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You only realize after the fact that you may have miscalculated in thinking that this could be a one-time thing between the two of you. 

After listening to Johnny bitch and moan during the Christmas party about having to take time off work to spend the holidays with his very religious family, you delude yourself into thinking you’ll finally be able to have some peace and quiet around the store. Not literally, of course. Working during the holidays is always a recipe for exhaustion—parents coming in at the last minute to demand toys that have long since sold out, fights breaking out in every other aisle as customers fight for the last palatable set of Christmas ornaments and boxed fruit cake. 

You’re not delusional enough to think that work will be a piece of cake, but you are selfishly a little happy that you’ll finally get some time to breathe without Johnny hovering over your shoulder at all hours of your shift. Seasonal shoppers are as exhausting as always, but you get to sit alone in the breakroom with a cup of coffee in the morning right before your shift without someone staring at you or breathing into your personal bubble. 

Johnny spends his entire time off blowing up your phone, sending you pictures of his childhood home, calling you during your breaks, and sending you weird videos that seem to have been filmed entirely in the dark where you can’t see or hear anything apart from some weird squeaks and one loud grunt at the very end of the video that sounds kind of like—you close the video.

You spend the first few days of January dreading his return. The day of is like a shock to your nervous system, the whole morning spent pouring coffee with a trembling hand. 

“Hiya gorgeous,” he purrs when you clock in for your shift. You’re somewhat used to Johnny sneaking up behind you, so you don’t flinch this time when you feel the length of his body press up against you at the time clock. 

“Johnny, it’s seven in the morning,” you mutter out through pursed lips, shoulders stiff when he puts his hands on them and digs his thumbs into the tender points of your back. You bite back a moan.

“Missed ye, kitten. Cannae believe I went a whole week without hearing you purr.”

He could’ve phrased that a thousand other ways, but he just had to choose the one that would make you wince. He digs his thumbs in again, trying to push the moan out of you, but you tamp it down. You hold back a shudder when he plants his nose onto the crown of your head and inhales, drawing your scent into his lungs. 

“Where’ye assigned ta today? Jeff owes me a favour—gonna ask him if I can spend the day with ye so we can catch up.” 

You go still when he drops a firm kiss to the side of your head. “I’m…not sure. I haven’t checked the schedule yet.” It’s a half-lie. You may not have checked the schedule yet, but you know from having briefly chatted with your manager this morning in the parking lot where you’ll be spending most of your day.

Still, it means that you get to shake off Johnny for a bit. “Lemme go check for ye, okay, hen? Stay here, a’right?”

You watch him jog off down the hall to the breakroom before finally leaving. It’ll be better for you if you’re gone before he comes back. 

The first hour of your day is spent on softlines until Priya in jewellery randomly comes down with a chill and gets sent home early, forcing you to cover her section. Usually that wouldn’t be such a bad deal—it means you get to spend your shift helping people try on bracelets and rings, restocking the earring display, and leaning against the counter for hours at a time. It’s not a particularly busy station.  

While you're assigned to the jewellery section though, Johnny pops out of nowhere as you're helping a customer contemplating a birthday ring for his fiancé. With the kind of confidence that you’ve come to expect from Johnny, he uses your hand to model some of the rings, but this time it feels oddly weirdly intense. When he slides the first ring onto your finger, you can feel the way he holds his breath, even shudders a bit. He presses himself right up against you behind the display counter, hardness pressing against your hip. 

It doesn’t take long for your customer to leave. Johnny’s demeanour is off-putting, concerning even. You can’t fault the guy for being rightfully repulsed by the way Johnny crowds up against you like you’re alone together. 

“What are you doing?” you hiss through your teeth.

“Cannae help it, hen. I ken ye wanna wait, but it jus’ makes me a bit emotional seein’ my girl wearing a ring I put on.”

He blinks down at you with big, blue eyes, the picture of innocence. You should’ve anticipated there being a danger in letting Johnny stew over that on his own. Of course he’d come to his own conclusions, even one as deranged as thinking of your hook up as a step towards dating. You can’t help but side eye him. 

“We—we’re not a couple, Johnny.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Ye just let anybody eat you out in the supply closet then? S’that right?” It’s said rhetorically, like he knows the answer already. You flinch at the slight though.

“That was—” you cut yourself off to take a breath, an ache growing behind your forehead, “—that was a…it was a one-time thing. You can’t just act like we’re dating.”

His lips turn down in a pout, displeasure rippling across his face. You brace yourself for the inevitable argument, for shit to hit the fan, because obviously that’s what’s brewing under the surface. You brace yourself for worse too because when you happen to glance around, you realize how few people are actually milling around in the area. 

Then, instead of losing his temper, Johnny’s eyes grow smoky, heavy-lidded, and the pout lifts into a lazy, playful grin. “A’right, kitty, no’ dating then. That’s fine wi’ me.”

This time it’s you that frowns, staring up at him dubiously. “…Really?” It feels too sudden, quicksilver. Johnny’s fiery by nature, short tempered on his best days and more likely to grit his teeth and bear the displeasure of not getting his way than happily giving into it. His sudden smile is at odds with the version of him that exists in your mind, furious at you for denying him. 

Maybe you’ve got him all wrong. 

The gleam in his eye betrays nothing, however. “I swear.” He leans closer to you then, fingers fiddling with the name tag pinned over your chest on your work vest, straightening it. “Doesnae mean we have ta give the rest up though. Ye liked what we did in the closet, right, hen?”

It feels like he’s sucked the air out of the room, as big as it is. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that.”

“Och, c’mon, kitty,” Johnny breathes, hunching just a little over and into your space, making the moment feel private, just the two of you. “Had to talk about it eventually. Did ye just expect that everything would go back to normal after ye let me eat ye out? Hey—” he catches you when you try to make a move to step away from him, wrapping a big hand around your wrist and tugging you closer to him, “—listen, kitty—it doesnae have to be anything serious, right? That’s what’s making ye all jumpy and nervous? I’ll lick your pussy, free of charge. Dinnae need any labels. How’s that sound, kitty? Dick on demand?”

It should repulse you. The way he speaks to you is crass, crude. His voice is hushed, haggard, fur stretched taut over stone—and yet, your hands tremble, just a little. It tempts you. Purring Scottish burr, lapis lazuli eyes, bristle cheeks that you still remember scraping up your inner thighs. He’s a package you can’t imagine sending back.

“You won’t get…you promise not to get weird about it?” you ask.

His smile curls up, impish. “Cross my heart, kitten.”

Maybe you’re delusional enough to think that you can have your cake and eat it too. There’s a voice in your head telling you to face the facts, but you disregard it as if you haven’t been working with Johnny for months. As if you aren’t aware of his penchant for saying or doing anything to get his way. It’s maybe naive of you. 

All you know is that he smothers a laugh when you tell him you’ll think about it. Knows he’s got you right where he wants.

You don’t fight when he drags you into the single-stall bathroom towards the end of your shift, letting him position you in front of the mirror before sinking to his knees behind you. Forces you to watch the way you come apart on his tongue, not giving you his fingers until you beg him to, the whispered plea a hairsbreadth away from becoming a scream. 

“Oh, did she miss me?” Johnny breathes, a happy laugh in his voice when he runs the broad side of his tongue over your entrance from the back. “Fuck, look at that. Winked at me ‘n everythin’. Hi darling, missed ye too.”

You don’t think you’ll ever be the same after hearing that come out of his mouth. You go hot all over again when you clench involuntarily, equal parts turned on and horrified. He sniggers before trying to cram his whole tongue up into you. 

There’s a moment of panic when Johnny draws up behind you after making you come and you hear him undo his pants. There’s nowhere for you to go with your pants still looped around your ankles, underwear pulled all the way down as well. You hear yourself hiss a startled Johnny when he slots a fat cock between your thighs, staring dumbly at the reflection of him behind you. At your back, he seems massive, lean and trim but towering over you, broad. 

He shushes you. “Dinnae be selfish, hen—gotta get mine too. Jus’ gonna fuck your thighs, dinnae fret.”

You squeak when he pushes your thighs together forcefully, dragging his cock over your folds to wet himself. Watching Johnny fuck is nothing like staring down at him when he eats you out. He pants harsh and ragged into the side of your head, nips at your ear. The glint in his eyes goes animalistic, vacant. Human desire recedes, subsumed into the animal part of his brain with the single-minded need to fuck. 

The only thing keeping him from driving up into you, accidentally or not, is the way you keep your thighs pressed together. A warm, tight channel for him to push his cock into. Thick fingers dig into your waist, sure to leave bruises. You wince when lean hips pound against your backside, growing frantic as need overtakes him. You flirt at the edge of panic, certain that at any second, he’ll pull your thighs apart and nudge the head of his cock up into you. 

“Jus’ like that, fuck,” he grunts. “Be a good little fuckin’ girl and jus’ let me—”

His tongue lolls out on a particularly rough thrust, hands groping over your belly and up to your chest, slipping his hand under your shirt and bra to pinch your nipple. He twists it mean, nasty, until you have no choice but to grunt through grit teeth, eyes watering. You feel like a doll meant for his pleasure, no choice but to grip the sides of the sink and let Johnny use you until he comes. 

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, eyes going half-lidded. “Love makin’ this pussy come. Love gettin’ her all messy and wet. Lettin’ me between your thighs even when I make ye nervous—fuck, ‘m gonna come, ‘m gonna—fuck, fuck, fuck—”

White come stripes the sink in front of you, thick and viscous. Paints the inside of your thighs as well when he drags his hips back until just the head of his cock sits nestled up against your sex. Hyperconscious of where it tags your inner lips, that there’s no barrier between the two of you, just come and skin. 

The full body shake shocks you, a ripple from your heels to the top of your head. 

His free hand grasps you by the hair when you try to slip away. “Ye gonna clean up your mess, baby?”

You glance back up at his reflection in the mirror, trying to suss him out. Shark-like eyes meet yours. Something you’ve seen in glances before finally staring back at you with full force. You reach for the paper towel dispenser with a shaking hand. 

“Nah,” Johnny scolds, giving you a shake. “With your mouth.”

The command hangs in the air, no joke or laugh to undercut it. His eyes read serious to you, still dark. No leniency present in the blue. 

You stare down at his come on the sink, slack-jawed. “You don’t seriously mean—”

“Jus’ kidding, silly,” he chuckles, giving a teasing bite to your earlobe and tugging. The tension in the air disperses. “Got ye, huh?” 

You force a laugh. “Yeah…got me.”