#i need to be put down

[valtsv]

insecurity is so stupid when you lay it on paper. yeah i was alone with my thoughts for a while so i decided that everyone hates me and wants me dead. source: trust me <3

[littlcdarlin]

Into Temptation

summary: old!Joel obsessively watches sweet reader from across the tipsy bison each night, until one day he walks her home. read on AO3 warnings: girthy age gap (reader is 20, Joel’s age isn’t mentioned but I imagined late 50s), daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy (Joel wants to knock her up so bad), naive/sweet reader, Joel calls reader “kiddo”, Joel is a bit of a pervert but so are you for reading this

note: this is written in head-canon format but sort of reads like a cohesive story. It allowed me to churn this out much more quickly than writing it my usual way!

He watches you from his spot at the bar, across the tipsy bison, how you laugh with your friends, how your cheeks gain colour with every drink, how you politely refuse any man who makes advances

He knows you’re barely in your twenties, all fresh-faced and so sweet looking, the world can’t possibly have gotten to you yet — that’s what intrigues him, how untainted by cruelty you seem

Tommy catches him staring and scolds him for it — she’s off limits, Joel, there’s a million men better suited for a girl like her

Yes, a million men who you refuse, night after night, offering them your sweet apologetic smiles, and returning to playing cards with your friends. He can’t help but wonder if you’ve got a man already, if that’s why you refuse everyone

One night you make your way over to the bar, stumbling in your cowboy boots, your cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol, your movements a little fuzzy, a vague smile on your face that he recognises from his own youth — the kind of smile only brought out by carefree evenings in bars, cigarettes, and flirting without a goal

You ask the barkeeper for another drink, and accept his wink with a sweet smile when he puts the glass down in front of you. It bothers Joel, this new development. You’re supposed to refuse everyone here

That guy cheats on his wife, he tells you, and your big Bambi eyes land on him, surprised. You two haven’t spoken before. Thought you oughta know.

You cock your head curiously, and lift your glass to your mouth. It’s sweating from the ice, pearly drops of water drooling over your fingernails. You know everyone’s business, Mr. Miller?

You know his name — Joel’s spine tingles. For a sweet girl, you sure manage to hold his gaze, most people would have looked away by now. He’s not known for his pleasant small talk

He wants to ask you to come home with him, but he can feel the eyes of your friends on the two of you, so he restrains himself. Your small hand comes to rest on top of his shoulder, and the touch sends a bolt of electricity through him

I wasn’t flirting with him, Mr. Miller, just being polite. You’d know if I was, you say, and then you’re gone, off to your friends again, your dress swaying around your thighs and for a second he has to fight the impulse to drag you back over to him and sit you down on his lap

But he can’t do that, won’t do that, not when you’re so young and half of Jackson would want to see him hang

From then on, you talk to him every time you get a drink — and you start getting them for your friends, too. Any more town secrets to spill, Mr. Miller? How’s that whiskey for the eighteenth night in a row, Mr. Miller? Mr. Miller, I heard Tommy’ll be a Daddy soon — looking forward to being an uncle?

So what if he indulges you? He’s making conversation, people can hardly judge him for it — so long as they don’t know about what he does when he gets home from the bar each evening, imagining it’s your little hand instead of his own

You keep denying all of your admirers, which are more than Joel would like to admit, ever friendly about it. They leave with bruised egos, but glad you were polite about it — all but one. A tall kid, a little older than you but barely 25, and he keeps pestering you night after night. Joel watches the way your brows furrow, the corners of your mouth turning downward rather than up into that sweet smile he adores

The fifth night, the boy touches your shoulder, and your friend pushes his arm away, but he persists. Before Joel can stop himself, he’s on his feet. There a problem here?

Your eyes are round and relieved when they find Joel, and even subconsciously you move towards him. It’s fine, we’re just making conversation, the kid says, so Joel looks at you. You shake your head so slightly he almost doesn’t see it, but it’s all it takes

How ‘bout you ‘n I make some conversation outside? The boy is gone before Joel can put his fist to his jaw, which he’s been itching to do for days now, but after he gives you a slight nod, and you thank him, he leaves your table again to make sure the boy won’t be back as soon as he’s gone

Before he can step outside, he feels your little hand on his arm, and he turns around to look at you. Could you walk me home, Mr. Miller?

He can’t possibly refuse you, doesn’t want to, so he gets your jacket from the coat rack by the door — you don’t question how he knows it’s yours — and leads you outside with a heavy palm on your shoulder

You don’t speak much, but you walk closer to him than you have to, and a sick satisfaction pools inside his belly. You feel safe with him, you trust him to get you home safe, you want to be near him

Right before you reach your house, you look up at him, the apples of your cheeks violently flushed by the cold, snow dotting your hair. Stay a while?

He can’t, he really shouldn’t, not when you’re clearly desperate for him to do so, not when your eyes are all hopeful and innocent and unknowing of what you’re asking of him. Please, I get so lonely at night.

Now, he can’t have that. Sweet girl like you, anyone would be happy to keep you company, and yet Joel’s the one you’re asking. So he agrees, and you open the door into a warm corridor that smells of cinnamon and apples

You take off your boots, revealing your bare legs, only covered by a pair of white stockings to keep you warm, and one of your cotton dresses that can’t possibly keep you warm in this weather. He wants to wrap you up in a blanket and rip it all off at the same time

He stays to ease your mind after he incident at the bar, and after a while you dose off to sleep on the couch, your head drooping and snapping upwards again every few seconds. And he knows you need your sleep, you’re still only twenty after all, so he picks you up to carry you upstairs, but you stir in his arms

Come on, let’s get you to bed, kiddo, he mutters, and in your sleep-drunken state, you rest your head against the crook of his neck, your soft mouth pressing a wet kiss there, and he’s done for, beyond help

When he puts you down on your bed, your eyes open, and he wants so badly to kiss you, to claim you. Sleep with me, you mumble, and God help him, he gets into bed with you, still wearing his jeans

You cuddle up to him, stealing his warmth, his scent, dizzying him with yours. He doesn’t get a wink of sleep, not with the sweet sounds you make while you dream and the way your body molds so perfectly against him

In the morning you smile up at him like you can’t quite believe he’s still there, and then you kiss him, and he knows there’s no turning back from any of it now, not when he’s got you rested and pliant and warm in a bed, not when your legs are wrapped around his thigh so sweetly

So he does what he’s been wanting to do, climbs on top of you, his body weight pressing you into the mattress and pulling the sweetest sounds from your pretty throat — your hands grasp at his shoulders, his back, his arms, when he kisses and licks and bites whatever part of you he can reach

You’re so responsive, like this is the first time someone’s touched you like this, and the thought makes him dizzy. You’re whining for him and he hasn’t even gotten you out of your little dress yet. By the time two of his fingers find your clit, you’re positively trembling under him, and he watches in fascination as you shake and come for him so easily, like you’ve been waiting to do just that, like it’s been building all night. Good girl, my sweet, good girl.

That makes you twitch for him, a broken sound coming out of your mouth that he knows is supposed to be a word. Speak up, kiddo, can’t hear ya.

You do, your hips still moving after your orgasm has faded. D-daddy. His blood starts to boil, and it’s all it takes for him to roughly open his belt buckle, ignore the way his joints pop at the movement, hike up your dress, pull down the cotton panties you’ve soaked, and press the tip of his aching cock against your dripping entrance

When he finally presses himself inside of your tight body, you mewl for him with wide glassy eyes, and it takes all his strength to not just slam into you. He knows you need to adjust to his girth, especially if he’s right and this is the first time someone has fucked you

When he’s fully sheathed inside of you, your breathing comes in little pants, and you throb and clench around him. It makes him want to come inside of you, fuck you until it takes, until that little pussy has what it’s so desperately trying to drain from him

He starts fucking you deeply, as deeply as he can, and you cry for him with every thrust, sweet chants of DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddy. You don’t just want it, you need it, eyelids fluttering and your soft red mouth slightly agape. Your hands tangle into his greying hair, tugging and trying desperately to hold onto something

When you come for him again, he rubs at your little clit until you’re done, but even then, you keep letting him fuck you, his cock moving in and out of you easily, your whole body shaking with overstimulation. Want it inside please, Daddy, you moan, your muscles limp. He grips your hips, and empties his balls deep inside of you, keeps thrusting until he’s sure his spent can’t possibly be deeper inside of you

You smile up at him when he calls you his good, sweet girl, a blissed out and happy look on your face

So he stays, fucks you again and again that day, barely lets you leave your bed, until Tommy knocks on the door and tells him he missed patrol and the whole of Jackson is talking about you and him. But Joel doesn’t care, not when the second the door is closed you kiss him

People stare when the two of you walk through the streets of Jackson, your hand in Joel’s, smooth fingers against weathered, calloused ones. You don’t mind, kiss him in the tipsy bison in front of everyone, ignore even Tommy and your friends when they tell you to take some space

He knows it’s bound to get worse once your belly starts to swell, which is inevitably going to happen with how often he pumps you full of his load, his back aching and yours arching off the bed. He pays it no mind, though, not when you beg him for it so sweetly every night, please Daddy, want it inside.

[maliciousmagpie]

Thought tumblr might appreciate this one.

[sidsinning]

This is totally random but I am happy they replaced his purple snake with a golden snake from the pilot to the show

purple one looks more like a worm than a snake and the gold snake makes his design more put together and cohesive

why am I talking like I'm doing an art critique at school

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

gallagher siblings beg their big sister to help them beat the final boss in their game 👾

^sketch version!

based on this image^

[blakbonnet]

you don't understand stede is just out there full of hope he wants to make amends but more than that he wants to sweep Ed off his feet and prove to him that HE IS WORTHY OF HIM. Like stede is going full "I don't deserve to kiss the ground you walk on" mode and Ed OHGOD my Ed he is pining so hard he thinks he's forgettable and he's been left behind and he's marking days off his calendar and he's wearing the billions guns he's trying to be what they want him to be but in the end he is just a guy... he just wants to be that guy who kissed the love of his life so sweet so gentle and promised a future to him

[stiffyck]

name mc spoilers so good it got me back into mcyt im back in the fucking building again guys.

so anyway how are the goodtimes enjoyers feeling about those skins huh? how are we feeling about the apparent zombie apocalypse huh?we all good???? we all thinking about scar possibly having to live through like his nightmare???? am i the only one thinking about tcd scar???????? and how current scars worst nightmare would be reliving tcd as in his friends turning into zombies and there being another apocalypse????? HEY GUYS HOW ARE WE FEELING. HOW ARE WE DOING.

[skywerse]

[lacedwithfemtanyl]

fell in love with him after i promised myself i wouldn't

[devil-in-hiding]

what if one day you're so tired of all the bullying and your whole body can't handle it anymore and isn't even able to react to any of it.

and of course they notice. why isn't their favorite crybaby doing her job right when they're making her do the upmost annoying and embarrassing things ever? it's frustrating. not even when they confront you directly you budge. it's just a nod and you go ahead to do whatever your bully superiors are making you do. now they notice something's wrong.

before, you used to whine a little bit or at least ask further about the task at hand, but not this time. they could tell in your tired eyes.

so, instead of punishing you after doing a half-decent job (since you were too tired to do it perfectly), they decide to please you for once.

after a late night cleaning, they are looking directly at you. you get slightly nervous, asking "did i do something wrong again...?" just to get the complete opposite response you were expecting.

perhaps ghost sits on a table and drags you towards him as he and soap take off your clothes. ghost holds you tight, making sure you won't run away but also caressing some soft spots around your body that make you flinch.

then soap's comment, "wet for us, eh bonnie?" makes you blush in embarrassment and shamefulness due to the way your legs are spread wide for his view. even though you want to look away, ghost holds onto your chin and makes you look at him, smirking at those soft eyes looking at him, the new tears that he's been longing for slowly falling down.

sigh i’m a little bitch and i love making assholes a little sweet because yeah, the minute they see they’ve pushed their precious baby too far it’s all whispered words of praise and absolute worship until you can only sob their names, no longer even capable of producing tears

(they’d make out together whilst eating you out)

[fugitoiid]

i redrew a thing from 3 years ago someone sedate me

[bunnyreaper]

ghoap being completely fucking obsessed with your mouth + slowly making you have an oral fixation you can't live without.

(nsfw/mdni, f!reader, mild dubcon/degradation/puppy play/spit kink/cumplay/general grossness)

johnny gives you an endless supply of lollipops, because he loves watching you suck them. purposefully picks his and simon's favourite flavours only so they can sneak in kisses and have you tasting extra good for them. johnny enjoys sharing, taking a lollipop from you to suck on himself, or making you take one he's been sucking on--gets off knowing you're swapping saliva.

both of them like to bite your lips when you kiss them. johnny goes for playful nips and nibbles, but simon likes it when he draws blood and can feel the coppery taste on his tongue, he loves seeing the aftermath where your lips are reddened bruised and cracked from him.

johnny and simon will both force their tongues into your mouth but johnny will sweetly beg (coerce) you into sucking on it, and he makes you love the intrusion. sometimes you'll all kiss together and it's completely overwhelming with all your tongues swirling together.

johnny will hold open your jaw while him and simon just play with your tongue--pulling it out of your mouth, running their fingers across it, pressing on it, wiggling it how they like, pushing at your lips.

johnny will make you stick your tongue out like a lil puppy and won't let you stop until you've drooled all over yourself and made yourself a drippy, sticky mess (maybe if he's feeling super nasty he'll lick it off your skin too.)

simon loves to shove his fingers in your mouth whenever he likes, fucks your face with two thick fingers, loves to see you gag and choke and cry around his digits. sometimes will make you fall asleep with his fingers or thumb in your mouth, and in time you find yourself sucking on them idly while watching movies or doing other things. definitely becomes a comfort thing.

johnny and simon will both squish your cheeks together just to see your delicious pout, johnny will give you sloppy kisses with it too and make the most condescending cooing noises (but it gets you wet anyway.)

simon will sometimes hook his fingers in your cheek when you fuck, if he's feeling really rough.

simon especially loves to spit in your mouth, loves to make you beg for it too. also enjoys making you and johnny spit into each other's mouths while he watches.

simon loves smacking his cock on your tongue before he slides in, johnny loves using your face as a fucktoy, just sliding his dick over your cheeks, leaving trails of precum and spit on your face and barely even treating you like a human.

johnny loves to make you lick him, whether it's his cock, his balls, his abs, his face. expects you to act like a lil puppy for him again, bonus points if you hump his leg while doing it. bonus bonus points if you find yourself licking his face as a cute, innocent gesture outside of sex.

simon will sometimes tell you to only make him come with kisses or licks to his cockhead, because he likes to see your lips do so much work. loves smearing his pre around like its lipstick, watching the plush of your lips squelch over his head.

both love to have you cockwarm them, simon especially when he's playing Lt, getting paperwork done. watching movies, they could be stuffing you from both ends but not moving. if either are ever playing video games, they might have you suck them off (johnny leaves the headset mic on and doesn't give a fuck.)

both make you show them their cum before you swallow, or simon might kiss it into johnny's mouth, and don't dare either of waste a drop. simon will sometimes cum on his own fingers and make you both suck it off.

simon has a recording on his phone of the sounds of your gags, where as johnny prefers a video of you sucking with your sparkly pretty eyes looking up at him.

they both like applying lipstick for you, even if it's just so it can get smeared on their cocks. sometimes they'll go about their day with the stains still on them, underneath their clothes.

they shower you in balms and glosses and scrubs and everything to keep your lips perfectly soft for them.

johnny will full on make out with you in public with no regard or care, if he needs your mouth, he needs it now and no stares or your shy blushes are going to stop him. simon gets turned on just watching the two of you kiss.

they go through phases where they decide your mouth is only for sucking or licking, not talking, so they don't let you make noises that's anything other than whines or moans or whimpers.

they have all different kinds of gags for you ball gags, ring gag, pretty gags, funny gags (johnny loves making you wear the rubber duck one while he fucks you and laughs in your face, it only makes you more squirmy. simon likes the ring gag so he can still finger your mouth, collect your drool on his fingers and smear it across your cheeks.

simon takes artsy photos of your lips to have on a canvas in your shared home, johnny has numerous sketches.

they love when you get a little feral and return the favour of biting them and leaving marks on them. you're all marked up by each other at any one time, twin bruises on each person's neck.

they'd find it hot if you got some sort of oral piercing, whether it's lip or tongue--it only enhances your natural beauty and steals their eyes to your lips even more.

and of course they're obsessed with the way your mouth moves when you say their names

[hakkatetzus]

I think I’ll love you forever.

[logicmaru]

the lovers : ransara

[suckmyarschkarte]

[itsdefinitely]

do you think they've explored each other's bodies