#its the low cut shirt for me u guys

[hellogoodbyegirl]

the illustrious Glenn Tilbrook in the Hits Of The Year promo video for Squeeze

[stursweet]

PLAY

pairing : matt sturniolo x f!reader

warnings : sexual content - the usual 😊 fuck off if u ain’t fuckin!!! (subish matt?)

an: hi sexies💖 take this as my apology for taking so long of a break. i’m back and y’all bout to be real sick of me and my dumb ass ALL OVER AGAIN!🤗🤗🤗 i love you guys! send me some new reqs!! also PLEASE recognize i fist fought my fuckin demons and wrote some matt instead of babygirlchris because all y’all fuckin matt girls.. IM PUTTIN YALL FIRST!😔

his room is dim, though bright enough to illuminate him perfectly - hair wild and messy beneath his headset, hips sunk low in his chair, fingers fidgeting wildly with his controller.

it’s been two hours since he’d sat down and begun to play - your patience dwindling rapidly. from your spot on his bed, he looked sinful : so focused, so tantalizing..

his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. the veins that danced throughout his arms and hands. his lips and their taunting tone of pink. the small pepper of color across his cheeks-

temptation wins and you’re padding over to him without much thought. his eyes don’t leave the screen, though, even with your new sudden placement - standing alongside his chair, clad in his shirt and a thong.

“you okay?” he questions without looking at you, his voice dripping with rasp and honey. you don’t respond - only lowering onto your knees in front of him, in between his legs. he looks down at that- eyes widening, blood traveling to rest in his cheeks.

“i- what are y-?” he stammers, hands fidgeting against the controller aimlessly with sudden nerve. you look up, meeting his gaze, taking note of the intense pink of his cheeks.

“nothing. keep playing,” you reply blandly, peering up from your spot below him. he swallows, evidently flustered. reluctantly, he nods- hesitantly tearing his eyes away from you to look back at the screen.

watching in amusement as his hands shake slightly with his controller, you bring a slow hand up and place it on his thigh : dragging your palm up the surface of his sweatpants slowly.

his eyes shoot down to you once again, focused on your hand inching farther up his thigh. he attempts to put his controller down; intending to direct his full attention to you, but- he’s interrupted by your voice below him :

“keep playing or i’ll stop.” you spit, voice unrelenting. he shudders, scanning your features for a moment, inhaling shakily before nodding.

he forces his eyes to dart to the screen in front of him, the light emanating a soft blue light onto his features. he swallows, adams apple bopping beneath the skin in his throat.

you continue the slow hike of your hand, suddenly reaching to palm him over his sweats. you watch as his face contorts in pleasure - eyes fluttering closed, eyebrows gently crinkling. he does his best to recover quickly, thumbing at a few buttons on his controller.

sliding your hand up some more, you play your fingertips at the waistband of his boxers, dipping a finger beneath the fabric and tracing a single, slow line against his skin. his breathing has become more erratic, his fingers fumbling against the controller.

“please- don’t tease- ” he whispers, eyes trained onto your hand at his waistband. his voice is small and raspy, laced with need.

“doesn’t look like you’re playing, baby..” you reply, retracting your hand from its spot, “i’m gonna have to stop.” you pout, voice teasing and low. you watch amused as he begins to frantically shake his head “no” -

“no-no, i’ll play, i-i’m playing, swear, i’m playing. keep going, please?” he chokes, small cracks in his tone. after a few seconds of no touch or reaction from you, he speaks again -

“please, i’ll b-be so good, so good for you. promise-“

he’s cut off by your hand returning to its previous spot, only now reaching further underneath the fabric, swiping your thumb against his tip and collecting his precum. a shaky exhale escapes his lips. you take note of his eyes staying attached to the screen - he’s listening.

“gonna stay quiet?” you question, watching as he nods his head in desperation. stroking him slowly, you tug off his boxers and sweats in a swift motion.

he looks down at you, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed, his breathing sporadic and wild. your eyes flicker to the screen, cocking your head towards it, signaling for him to focus.

“sorry, sorr-“ he whines, a whimper catching in his throat. he directs his attention to the screen again, pleasure etched into his features. you watch his hands struggle with the controller, pressing your tongue flat against him and licking a long stripe up his length.

he swallows, closing his eyes. you watch him fight to keep his composure, trying his hardest to concentrate on the screen, to listen to you- struggling wildly.

his eyes open again and on the screen, you slip his tip into your mouth - pushing yourself farther to take him the whole way down your throat, and back up. quiet whines whines escape his lips, fighting to stay quiet. you repeat the slow action a few times, pulling off with a pop.

“fuck-“ he stutters, mouth falling agape and eyes closing when you take him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks.

his fingertips are suddenly in your hair, grabbing a fistful - in need of something to grab on to. pulling off, you’re quick to remind him -

“play,” you whisper, a trail of saliva connected from his tip to your lips. he throws his head back in frustration, a sinful whine escaping his throat.

“can’t,” he whispers, voice cracking. he retracts his hand from your hair and rests it aimlessly on the controller - only to not entirely disobey your wishes. his game has already been lost, though - his eyes tightly shut and head rested on the back of his chair.

“thought you were going to be good?” you question, but only to hear him plead his case - the game has been pushed from your mind. you want his hands in your hair, his begs and cries to release into your mouth.

“look at me,” you coo, tongue swirling around his tip, stroking him quickly with your hand. he’s slick with your saliva. his eyes dart down to you, quickly tossing the controller onto the desk in front of him.

his eyes are dark, his pupils blown out - lips a dark, wet pink. blood dances underneath his cheeks, his breathing heavy and erratic. he looks perfect- deliciously desperate and absolutely ruined.

“want it all over my face,” you tell him, sliding your tongue over his slit. a sinful moan slips from his throat, his eyes falling shut.

“i’m- im so close, so cl-“ he fights to speak, cut off by you taking him entirely into your mouth again, bopping your head at quickly.

his fingertips tangle into your hair once again, a large handful beneath his palm - he tightens his grip, a few more whimpers and cries escaping his lips before letting go:

“i’m cumming, i’m-“

the words spill from his mouth so sweet, tone quiet and cracking, entirely at your mercy. you pull off of him quickly, stroking him with your hand as his release shoots out in hot, white spurts : covering your cheeks, lips, and chin.

you watch as he catches his breath, chest heaving and mouth agape. after a few moments, he gains a bit of composure, and looks down at you.

you smile at him, wiping your face clean with your fingers and popping them into your mouth. he watches with his lip between his teeth, cheeks impossibly redder.

you stand up, giving him a few small, soft kisses on the lips.

“come to bed?”

[gelatonic]

oh my gosh! Your Percy smut was amazing, any chance you could write more? Still loser!percy but he’s your friend and you find out hes a virgin and hasn’t really kissed and you teach him how? Love love your writing🩷

loser!virgin!percy + f!reader :p in v, making out, unprotected sex 𓇼 ࣪ I understand u anon <3... smut!

it was obvious Percy didn't talk to girls. not because he didn't want to, it just seemed that every time he tried, he'd either get shot down or get laughed off. that's what he was expecting when he asked you, his friend, for help of the romantical sort.

"so you've never-?" you say, brows quirking in shock and near amusement as you half-smile, amused by his situation.

"no," he mumbles, arms shifting awkwardly around himself as he admits to you his inexperience, before glaring at you half-heartedly. "you can stop smiling now, its not that funny."

that's what led to you sitting him down on his bed, bringing his hands to the low of your back, and with your lips as you approach his face slowly. "can't believe you agreed to this," he says in a near-whisper before he slants up against your lips a little too carefully, too awkwardly as his lips remain very light against your own. he sort of knows how these things go, having seen couples on the street kiss and the tongue-fucking they do in the pornos, although never sure on how to do it himself.

the sort of timidness he has makes you pull away, making him follow your lips with a twangy whine. "oh. my. god. you really have never kissed, have you?" you giggle, making him flush and part his lips as if to defend himself, before you swooped back in salaciously.

your lips were more mature than his when it came to kissing games and played hard against his warmly, making him claw slightly at the back of your shirt with a sort of nervous excitement.

"oh, fuck," he groans, already getting going in his boxers from a half-assed makeout. the groan was tell-tale, resulting in you only putting yourself flush against him in his lap, chest to chest now as he started to lean into you, hips moving up with an impatient wriggle, causing you to stop.

his cheekbones dust pink as he notices just how hard he's gotten, moreover how you know how hard he's gotten. "sorry, I'm really sorry, I-i-" he's babbling, cutoff by you as you say, "do you wanna?"

with clothes discarded into a pool on the floor, you're letting him wring his ringed fingers in your hair as he starts to slowly sink into you like he's seen the guys do to the girls in the pornos he's educated himself on, all of it feeling much better than his own hand that he would use when he watched them. But the feeling of your gummy walls was too much, making him snap all the way in, making you hiss and squirm.

"Percy! you can't just do that-" cut off by him starting to move in and out of the plush of your pussy. "shit, fuck, I'm sorry baby, I know, I'm real sorry, you just feel too good-" he says amongst other unintelligible babbles as sloppily thrusts with no technique. his hands cling to your hips, keeping them in place from moving too much as his own sound against yours.

you can tell that he's never done this before, from the way the best feeling thing about him was the size of his dick filling you up. not that he cared, as he was too busy watching the way your tits would move and your mouth would let out those little moans.

despite his lack of knowledge in sex and all things surrounding it, he didn't seem to be doing that bad of a job, he thought, from the way your pussy kept sucking him back in. "oh, baby, please, pleaseplease let me cum inside, please," he's nearly crying as his thrusts become impossibly sloppier, his abdomen tightening. he's just never had anything as nearly good as your pussy before.

and he's seemed to have done the trick, because in your dick-dumbed state you nod, letting him shoot into you with pathetic whines and pads of his fingers bruising on your hips.

"thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou," he sighs in a blissed-out state, leaning down to press a kiss to you cunt before cuddling up next to you, making him and you sigh. he just loves how his sheets now smell like you.

"next time, I'll teach you about aftercare."

[elliespeach]

the air that i breathe | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ "because i can make it quick, or i could make it so much worse." ´ˎ˗

synopsis: a camping trip you and ellie embark on takes a devastating turn. with you in the hands of raiders ellie's sanity is brought to her breaking point and she will stop at nohting to get you back. wordcount: 8.3k + warnings: 18+ ellie n readers headspace is very dark!! depression, panic attacks, horrible desperation, and lots of trauma responses that are vividly described. graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, reader is confined in a cell by chains, food/water deprivation, hallucinations, torture (reader by raiders, ellie to the raiders) ellie is basically santa barabra ellie but multiply it by thirty n reader is like trapped in the dark so i think that counts as claustrophobia. this fic can b very triggering so pls take the tags seriously!! different povs (ellie n reader) they are seperated for most of this fic, theres some fluff in their dreams but thats truly as soft as it gets author note: pls pls read me!! this story came to me randomly, its not a traditional fic in my eyes but i hope u guys like it nonetheless!! the name comes from the show bridgerton, one of violets lines towards her husband and i was like THAT is true love so here we are :) theres a lot of in game elements to this story on ellie's part so i hope i did that justice :)) i'm a lil nervous to post this im ngl so pls be kind and lmk if yall like it plsssss i beg of u i wanna make this a multi part fic esp w the way it ends so any feedback will be appreciated!! ily guys enjoy

ellie’s pov 

– three days after the kidnapping

the first thing ellie hears is the low, familiar voices of joel and tommy. as their mumbled conversation rings through her ears, her head throbs. a groan escapes her lips, bringing her hand up weakly to rub it as if it would help. ellie opened her eyes slowly, the pain intensifying from the sun shining through the windows. her vision came to focus, looking around it was the infirmary in jackson. she was laid down in one of the beds and when her eyes landed on joel and tommy, they looked at her sympathetically. 

joel took small steps toward her, barely able to make eye contact. “how ya feelin’ kiddo?” he asked, painfully sitting himself down at the end of her bed. ellie wasn’t able to read him clearly, and then she started thinking. why am i in this bed? her mind raced and it must’ve been obvious to her company because joel spoke again. “it’s gonna be okay.” 

she frantically searched through her foggy mind, everything was so blurry and out of order. she thought of you. the only thing that came to the front of her mind with ease. the camping trip, she thought to herself. she saw you in her head, all bundled up in the sleeping bag and wearing ellie’s shirt. her lips began to curl at the ends before she realized you weren’t here by her bedside. she remembers leaving the tent that night, for what reason she doesn’t know, but you stayed behind, cuddled up in the sleeping bag.

thats when– your scream. it echoed in her head, taunting her. the quiet forest that surrounded the two of you amplified your terrified scream and ellie’s face grimaced at the memory. she knows she ran to you, why was i so far away from you? her brain was waking up and with it, horrible images flashed in front of her. the tent that had been cut open, the rusty old pick-up truck, the men that had you in their grasp, the last glance ellie had of you before the bud of a gun was slammed into her head. it all came flooding back in an instant. 

ellie looked up at joel, tears brimming over her eyes. she spoke in a low voice, but despite the tears that fought to fall, her tone was flat. “where is she?” 

joel was quick to answer, “we’ve been tracking them–” 

“how long have i been out?” she boomed, trying to sit up but her brain pounded against her skull, forcing her back down in the bed. joel moved up, sitting closer to her but couldn’t find the words, his heart ached for ellie. he looked to tommy with a solemn expression, and his little brother stepped forward. 

“it’s been three days, ellie,” tommy vocalized softly. “we’re doin’ all we can, i promise.” 

“obviously it’s not fucking enough!” ellie shouted, pinching the bridge of her nose and shutting her eyes tight. you came to mind when she did, usually she pictures you happily; picking a flower and tucking in her hair, taking a nap on ellie’s couch with your head in her lap, posing while she drew you. you were the spitting image of innocence in her mind. but as her eyes shut now, all she could see was the absolutely heart-wrenching image of your face as you were thrown into the truck. 

her eyes opened almost immediately, unable to see it even for a second longer. her cheeks became wet as the tears poured out of her, her breathing became erratic and she clutched her chest. joel was quick to comfort her but it only did so little. “we-we have to fi-find her,” ellie managed to speak through panicked breaths, feeling her chest about to burst. 

the pain in her head was nothing compared to this, and it almost felt non-existent in the face of you being gone. being with them. whoever they are, whatever they want with you. they should have taken me. it should have been me. it should have been me. it should hav–

“ellie, breath–” joel cooed next to her, rubbing her back and removing her from her thoughts. “we’ll find her.” 

“i’m co-coming with you,” her chest was still heaving and she felt like she’d never breathe right again. not until you were standing next to her. 

tommy sighed, barely audible over ellie’s apparent panic-attack. “you’re on bed rest, kid. i’m sorry. but we will bring her back to you.” 

his words felt like daggers and she was quick to respond. “if you think for one sec–” 

“it’s not up for discussion, ellie.” joel interjected, his voice was soft but stern. and ellie scoffed through the tears, looking at joel harshly. 

before ellie could spew a rant to him, tommy spoke, “we think they’re on the border of utah. were going tomorrow at first light and when we come back she will too. okay?” 

ellie’s thoughts were a jumbled mess, and as her breathing became somewhat normal she was able to think. play it cool. “o-okay,” let them think i won’t go anywhere. “my head r-really hurts. gonna sleep for now,” she mumbled, pulling the blanket up and over her head. she laid with her back turned to them and she felt the bed move beside her. joel and tommy mumbled another string of words to each other before ellie heard the door creek open. 

“rest up, kiddo. she’s gonna be okay.” joel said to her sympathetically and ellie remained quiet under her covers, plotting her escape. 

she slept for another few hours. she knew she had to wait until night time anyway, there was no use in staying awake and plaguing her thoughts with what is happening to you. but as she slept her mind played horrible tricks on her, she dreamt of saving you that night. brutally slaying the men who had dared to even think about touching you, their blood stained her dreams but at the end of it you were in her arms. 

when she woke up alone, her reality came crashing back down. it forced her to sit up, ignoring her head that was killing her slowly. there was no night time infirmary nurse and she knew now was her only opportunity to sneak away. the clock on the pale blue walls read one in the morning, jackson was asleep. the only people she would need to avoid were night patrols, and the guards around the armory. 

she hauled herself out of bed, her feet dragging on the cold floor and she located her bag. her clothes from the camping trip were tucked inside and she quickly changed. ellie tried to picture the men’s faces, and all that came to her were figures whisking you away. she decided it was best to not think about it, but it was a lot easier said than done and she found herself shaking her head frequently to rid the images from her mind. 

slipping out of the infirmary was easy, a small house on the corner of a dead end street. the streetlamps had been turned off by now, saving power and ellie easily made her way towards the armory. she approached in a crouch, hiding behind a bush in the shadows. she watched as the guards were laughing, telling stories and all around not paying attention. the armory was a larger building near the stables, the guards were circled around a makeshift booth at the front.

sneaking to the side of the building she tugged open a window and crawled inside. she loaded herself with her usual rifle that she took on patrols. taking it down from the wall she stared at it for too long, remembering the day she taught you how to shoot.

“all you have to do is point, aim and–” 

“if you say point, aim and fire one more time.” you laughed at her, your attention shifting between the gun and ellie. 

“i’m just trying to help you, pumpkin.” 

instead of making her feel soft and warm, the memory made her go cold. she couldn’t place you, your face was a cloudy mess in her mind but your voice rang true. her eyes glossed over, hearing your laugh in her head and all she could think of what she would do to these people once she found them. in a haze she stuffed supplies in her bag, a surplus of ammo for her rifle and pistol and then some. she removed her switchblade from her bag and put it in her back pocket for easy access, throwing a trench knife into the backpack just in case. 

she was almost back of out the window she came in when she realized the trip was going to be long, and she had no food in her bag whatsoever. sighing, she looked around. the left over food from the guards littered the small counter to the side of the room. sandwiches and nuts and ellie figured it would have to do and before long she was sneaking to her usual spot in the fence. 

the walk to it was familiar, she had done it with you a thousand times. it was a loose panel of wood that to the unknowing eye would be a secured fence, but with a gentle tug, it gave way. ellie and you had discovered it one day, and it quickly became your get-a-way whenever one of you wanted to escape the confines of the walls. there was a small over-look just beyond the wall, about a ten minute walk from jackson. ellie had drawn you there with the landscape behind you, the picture is hanging on the wall in her garage and she cherishes it like it was gold. 

she pictured you there, trying to remember how peaceful you were to her. like the calm in the storm that was her life. all she could conjure was that night so she dropped it and viciously bit her cheeks with frustration. ellie came to the broken piece of wood, taking a quick look around before pushing it and then herself through the gap. the forest beyond was still and quiet. peaceful almost. putting the board back in place, she turned and headed for the highway. 

readers pov

– day of the kidnapping

the last you saw ellie she was falling to the ground as she came up to your campsite. the man who had been hiding behind the tree knocked her out with a swift blow to the head. you cried out, thrashing in the hands of the man who had lifted you from the ground. “fucking let go of me!” you shouted as your world tumbled around you, you fell into the bed of the truck with a hard smack, pain shot up your spine and you groaned, rolling over. 

the man jumped up onto the back of the truck, making it wobble with his weight. you crawled backwards instinctively, your eyes darting from him and your motionless girlfriend on the ground yards away. your stomach turned as he pulled his fist back and there was nothing you could do before he brought it down heavily onto your skull and everything went black. 

while unconscious, your mind brought you back to ellie’s room. her stereo playing softly as you sat on her bed, watching her read the same book she always did. her eyes scanned the pages as if she had never seen it before. she was laying on her stomach, legs dangling over the side of the bed as she flipped the pages. it was a book about the constellations in the sky and every so often she would show you a page and say it reminded her of you. “this one–” she showed you, a cheeky smile on her face as she turned the book towards you. 

“that just looks like lines, els.” you chuckled at her while you examined the page. you never understood her when she spoke about space, but you liked to hear her ramble. her voice was so comforting to you and it always brought you back down to earth. 

“no, no, pumpkin, look–” she pointed with her fingers on the page, outlining the stars. “its cassiopeia on her throne. d’ya see it?” her soft green eyes met yours, a hopeful look in them. 

you didn’t see it, you just saw lines on a page but ellie’s enthusiasm poured through her and who were you to deny her of it. “yeah, i see it,” you lied, getting closer to get a better look hoping it will just come to you. “why do you say that?” 

“dunno,” she shrugged, looking back to the page. “but it says here she was a queen, so i think that’s why.” 

her words always left you feeling like the most special person, and to ellie you were. you playfully hit her with a pillow, causing a mildly loud “ow!” from her. 

“you’re so fucking cheesy,” you smiled, hitting her again with the pillow. as you brought it down on her she grabbed it. ellie moved quickly and sat on her knees as she struggled to take the pillow from you. she looked down at you, back against the bed and giggling so sweetly. she was able to snatch the pillow, throwing it to the side and leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“you love it, shut up.” her words bounced off your face and she pulled her face down to be directly in front of yours. her eyes stared into yours and you could see just how much she loved you on full display within her green eyes. she leaned in to kiss you and as her lips brushed against yours, the world around you melted away. 

you felt cold and you could swear your eyes were open but you couldn’t see anything. you felt around, the ground beneath you was solid and ragged and as you moved you heard the clanking of chains. moving your hands down your legs you sensed the frigid metal that encased your ankle, following the chain with your hands to a bolt in the wall. 

the walls had the same texture as the floor and you began to panic. you recounted the last memory you had, ellie laying on the ground. the man punching you in the face. reaching up to touch your sensitive skin, a sharp pain came from your cheek and you gasped. incoherent curses came stringing out of your mouth that quickly turned to yelling. you shouted for ellie, her name bounced off of the walls around you and with every call unanswered the hope inside you diminished. the darkness was over-bearing and you were forced to picture every horrible thing these people could do to you simply just because they could. your voice, that was still begging for ellie, became hoarse. a lump settled in your throat from wailing and you felt sick to your stomach.

you knew none of this was helpful. the screaming, the wailing, but you couldn’t help it. the emotions poured out of you until there was nothing left, ellie could be dead and you were locked up god knows where. you hadn’t even begun to think of why they had taken you, your head was too jambled to think straight. and after what seemed like hours in the black void of your cell, a dim light flickered on and came peeking beneath a door you didn’t even know was there. it illuminated the room just enough to see that cement encased you behind the metal door. 

with a click of a lock the door opened and the sudden light hitting your eyes made you jump, shielding your face with your hands. you heard footsteps approach you slowly but stop a few feet away. a cold hand came up to your forearm and you swung, trying to keep whoever this was away from you at all costs. but their cold hands grasped your arms, forcing you to look upon them. the dim overhead light in the next room outlined the man in front of you, you couldn’t make out a face but he was brutish, and he smelled like a campfire. 

“don’t bite the hand that feeds you!” the man growled, the taunting in his voice was sinister.  

you used all the energy you could to spit in his face and he recoiled, letting go of your arms to wipe his face and he took a step back. “fuck you!” you snarled, spit leaving your mouth with the anger that boiled inside of you. 

he chuckled as he wiped the remaining spit from his face, “we could have killed you, ya know?” the man muttered, taking small strides towards the metal door. his hand reached for the wall, turning on an overhead light in your cell. looking around, it seemed to be a basement. you could see stairs past the door to the cement room and as you peered through the door, the man repositioned himself in front of your face. 

you didn’t say anything and his head cocked to the side as he knelt in front of you. “but we didn’t, do you know why?” his tone was antagonizing and as your eyes adjusted you could make out his face, a large scar was centered by his nose as if he had been cut. you shook your head at his question, not wanting to speak. also because your throat stung from the previous screaming. 

“well,” he looked to the side, using his hands on his knees to hoist himself back up to his feet and he towered over you. “i would have told you but–” he motioned to his face, still glistening from your spit. “maybe tomorrow.” his words were fast, he turned on his heel and headed for the door. 

in a panic you lurched forward, arm out and you tried to stop him. your ankle tugging on the chain as you reached for him.“wait, please don’t!” came rushing out of your mouth but it was too late. the light was switched off and as the door shut behind him, you were enveloped in the darkness yet again. 

— four days after the kidnapping

the black void of your cell had become never ending. after the man with the scar left, the only time anyone would open the door was to give you as little food as possible. keeping you weak and unable to fight back, but alive just enough to do whatever they had planned. if you had been told you were here for a week you would have believed it, time moves weird in the dark and you never knew what time of the day it was, if they were swerving you breakfast or dinner– you had no idea. 

at first you tried to stand, to pace around and get your body moving. after a while it became too repetitive and you fell to your knees, tired and disoriented. you hadn’t moved an inch since, just laying curled up on the floor with your back to the door. the only thing that kept you occupied besides sleeping was reliving memories, playing them over and over again in your head. they were all of ellie, her freckled face and auburn hair and that stupid constellations book. 

she was your every waking thought and even slipped her way into your dreams. ellie was the only thing keeping you from going completely insane in the darkness. you could picture her so clearly, but when you thought about her voice it never sounded right. you were only able to hear it in your dreams, but when you woke it slipped away like water in your hands. traceable, but not recognisable. you made it your mission to remember, a small controllable goal in a situation so far out of your hands and it provided a sense of comfort. as much as it could. 

you were tracing her name over the cold ground beneath you, whispering it softly as if it was a crime when you drifted off once again. it had become routine and a sure fire way to make sure she was in your dreams, her voice and all. this time your dreams planted you in the memory of watching her favorite movie together, curled up on the couch with your head in her lap and her hands playing in your hair. 

“don’t get attached to her,” ellie said casually above you, pointing to the small tv. you groaned, looking up at her and her innocent eyes met yours. 

“you spoil every movie, els.” you say with a fake annoyance in your voice, playfully swatting at the hand pointing to the tv. 

“i didn’t say what happens to her!” her hands go up defensively, looking down at you in her lap. her face had been speckled with sun freckles from the previous day, leaving it absolutely covered from her chin to her forehead. even her eyebrow slit had a few small dots in it, and you found it hard to be annoyed with her. 

turning your attention back to the movie with an unsure mhm, your eyes left hers and for a moment there was silence. and ellie couldn’t help herself, she mumbled, “exceptshetotallygetschoppedinhalf.” 

you sprung up, your head leaving her lap, positioning yourself next to her on your knees. swiftly you propelled her down and straddled her torso. dramatic gasps left her mouth and she placed her hands on your hips, looking you up and down. “you’re gonna pay for that, you know,” you said to her, cupping her face with one hand. 

“i’m soooo scared, pumpkin” she teased, and as the words left her mouth it was like someone had pressed the mute button. her lips moved, and she was definitely talking but her voice was gone, like it had blown away in the wind. the nickname you cherished so deeply from her inaudible and as you realized this your eyes snapped open. the darkness was back, and ellie was gone, along with her voice. 

you tried to cling on to it, but the harder you tried to remember it, the further it went in your mind. if you weren’t so dehydrated, you’d be crying and thrashing around, desperately hoping for her voice to come back to you. but instead being too weak to do anything, you pulled your legs up to your chest and laid in the silence. you didn’t know how long you had been asleep, not that it mattered anyway, but your stomach was feeling emptier than ever before so it must have been a while. 

remnants of your dream flashed in your mind and your hand placed itself on your face as ellie had always done, imagining it was her. imagining her coming to save you, her holding you. every thought that consumed you was her. she can’t be dead. you repeat to yourself like your own little mantra. she isn’t dead.

time shifted again and you heard footsteps coming down the stairs beyond the door. the metal door clicked and opened as it always did, but instead of food being thrown at you in the dark, the lightswitch flicked on. your eyes nearly burst from the pain after being in the dark for so long and you covered them with your hands. “ready to talk like a civilized person?” the raspy voice spoke and you removed your hands from your face, squinting your eyes until they adjusted. 

you nodded slightly and the man with the scar sighed, “good,” he crouched in front of you and you locked eyes with him, anger filling you up head to toe but you fought against it. “where’d we leave off, huh?” 

“w-why you took me,” your voice was small and you realized you hadn’t actually talked in days besides muttering ellie’s name to yourself. 

“right!” he exclaimed loudly, making you jump as it echoed off the walls. “you seemed valuable, at least to that girl,” as he acknowledged ellie, your face lit up and you hung on to his words. “so we figured, you’d be a good bargaining chip for food and whatnot.” 

the nonchalantness in his voice made your skin crawl and your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him. “and you think giving me back like this will get you what you want?” you asked, your voice slowly returning. the man looked down on you with a smug expression. 

“if they want you back alive, yeah. i do. we’re gonna send a party to your town to give them our demands for you,” his finger grazed your leg and you snaked it back. the chains rattled as you did and a chuckle came from him. “we just need to know exactly what you people got.” 

worry swirled around inside of you and you knew what ellie would do in this situation, so you remained as strong as you could, picturing her in your mind. “i’m not telling you anything–” 

“it’s your choice,” he sighed, reaching into his back pocket. he pulled out a small knife and it was too similar to ellie’s for your liking. “just know you can change your mind at anytime.” with that, his knife pierced your skin and your screams filled the room. 

ellie’s pov

— five days after the kidnapping

ellie had been traveling on foot for two days now. her head still ached with the concussion she suffered and her feet felt like they were on fire with every step. everytime she felt like stopping, a foggy image of you would cross her mind and she would keep going. she only stopped when she was practically falling over, hours after the sun had gone down.

by the second day, her legs were giving out on her. she stumbled into the underbrush to the side of the road, falling to her knees and then flat on her stomach. too exhausted to eat and sleep came easy to her. she knew it would only be an hour of sleep but she physically couldn’t go any further tonight. so she embraced sleep, knowing it would only make her nightmares surface yet again. 

tonight her nightmare seemed to be a complete recollection of that night. she was in the tent with you and you rambled about a book you had borrowed from dina. ellie was rifling through her backpack, looking for the constellations book. she had promised to show you cassiopeia on her throne in the night sky, but her book wasn’t in her bag. “i fuckin’ packed it,” she said mindlessly, dumping her belongings out onto your sleeping bag. 

“it’s okay, we can find it without the book.” you reassured her, a soft smile on your face as you did. 

“no, there was– ugh,” she sighed, accepting defeat. you looked at her, a puzzled expression on your face that she couldn’t quite see. “i had something for you, it was in the book.” 

“i’m sure whatever it was, i’ll love it when we get back just as much.” you leaned up, planting a delicate kiss on her lips. ellie’s worry washed away and placed a hand to your cheek when you pulled apart. 

 thats when the silent forest came to life. animals could be heard sprinting between trees, and the birds caulking as they were so rudely woken up by whatever had scared them. ellie’s head turned to the opening in the tent and you grabbed her arm, forcing her to look back to you. 

she saw the usual cloudy mess instead of your face, but in her dreams it seemed to be normal. she sat up, rubbing the arm that clutched hers before she spoke. “probably just a runner, i’ll be right back.” she kissed the top of the blur and felt the grip loosen around her arm. 

“be quick–” you whispered to her as she left the warm tent into the chill air. ellie looked around the campsite, not seeing anything but the noises of the animals still alarmed her, so she expanded her search. 

she had wandered down to the small creek about twenty yards from you, hoping the sound of the rushing water had attracted the infected but there was none in sight and as she turned to make her way back to you, and the night you had planned, your shriek came barreling through the trees. 

not hesitating for a second, ellie was running. her fists pumping at her sides like a madman, she didn’t have time to think about what could possibly be tormenting you, but when she bursted into the campsite and her eyes locked on you, thrashing in the grasp of a random man, her heart sank to her stomach. your face was no longer blurred, she could see every detail that made your face so perfect but your terrified expression haunted her and the gun coming down on her head sprung her awake. 

the sun hadn’t risen yet and her surroundings were still dark. she pushed herself off the ground, not wanting to go back to sleep until you were next to her. coming from the trees that lined the highway, she kept going. the little rest she got was enough to propel her forward and while she walked her mind wandered. it wasn’t long before the sound of morning birds snapped her out of a haze and as she looked up from her feet she saw a welcome to utah sign. it was still dark, probably the very beginning of the morning and ellie noticed smoke coming from the trees just behind the sign. 

not hesitating she moved closer, taking her steps slowly and lowering herself to the ground, she pushed past the trees and saw the makings of a camp. a giant fire roared in the middle of all the people sleeping around it. her eyes landed on the man to the left, furthest from the horses and a picture flashed in her mind. he laid there peacefully, but ellie recognized him as the man who had knocked her out. and suddenly her thoughts halted themselves and her feet moved for her. 

knowing she could never take all of them at once, especially as exhausted as she was, ellie decided on a different plan. starting with the woman closest to the horses, she positioned herself right next to her and grabbed the knife she had placed in her pocket. ellie’s hand covered the womans mouth and her eyes opened harshly. without a second thought, she sliced the knife along the neck of the panicked woman. 

the fires crackling was enough to mask the sound of her blood gurgling from the wound. the woman grasped at ellie desperately trying to save her own life but her movements soon slowed, her arms falling to her sides. removing her hand, she moved on to the next one. watching as the life drained from him as well as he struggled to alert his friends. ellie had gone glossy eyed, and if she was being honest she wasn’t in full control of her actions. her mind only had one goal, and these people stood in her way. they caused this. they deserve it. 

blood spattered onto her face while she glided the switchblade across the neck of the third man, once he had stopped fighting back and his eyes were staring blankly up into the sky ellie locked her own eyes on the final man. the one who had prevented her from saving you, now that it was only him left she stomped over to him. as she approached him, her chest was heaving and blood dripped from her face.

she stood over him for a moment, watching as he slept peacefully. cocking her head to the side, she kicked him harshly in the stomach. immediately he rolled over, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain. ellie drove her foot into his now exposed back and he cried out in pain yet again. despite his pain, the man tried to get away. crawling on his hands and knees as quickly as he could, he only made it a few feet when the sound of ellie’s gun cocking made him stop in his tracks. 

“turn around,” ellie grunted, her breathing more heavy than before. the man did as he was told, and as he did his eyes widened at the sight of ellie, covered in blood, sweat and dirt. they wandered past her, looking upon his dead friends and his hands raised to the side of his head. 

“take it all–” 

“you remember me?” her voice was low, hushed even and as the terrified man studied her face his eyebrows raised slightly, and ellie’s lips threatened to curl at the ends. “yeah, you remember me.” 

the man remained quiet in his realization and ellie’s gaze directed itself at the paper poking out from his pocket. the fire illuminated the camp just enough to see it was a map and she motioned her gun towards it, “you’re gonna show me exactly where she is.” her voice was flat but firm. 

“i can’t do that–” his voice trembled and his words were cut off by ellie moving closer to him, her gun now directly in his face. 

“you don’t have a fucking choice!” she shouted, ripping the map from his pocket while her gun remained closely trained on him. she laid it flat on the ground, crouching down to his level and staring him down. he shook his head feverishly, terrified of ellie but even more concerned about her finding their base. while he refused to speak, she had grown tired of waiting and with her available hand took her switchblade and dug it deeply into his thigh and twisted with all her strength.

he wailed, losing balance on his knees and falling to his side. ellie removed the knife, wiping it clean on her jeans before lowering her head to him. “you’d better start fucking talking.” 

the gun was still pointed to his face and he looked at her with disdain, “i’m fucking dead anyway why would i tell you anything.” he said breathlessly, trying to cover the hole in his leg with his hands and failing miserably. 

“because i can make it quick,” she twirled her switchblade in her fingers, grazing it over his cheeks as he winced back. “or i could make it so much worse.” 

“fuck you!” he spat with all his might and ellie dug her knife into his arm, sliding it down while it tore open his flesh. his screams filled the woods around them and in a desperate attempt to save his life, he reached for her gun. 

it pointed up and ellie fired at the sudden scramble. the man tackled her to the ground, pinning her down and fighting to take the gun from her hand. in the tussle, her switchblade fell from her grasp and landed a few feet away. in a panic she fought for the gun, kneeing the man in the stomach as hard as she could but he remained firm on top of her. her free hand swung up, knocking him on the head and his grip on the gun loosened. as she yanked it back, it slipped from her own hands and fell to the ground. while he was stunned from her punch, ellie managed to throw him off of her. she rolled around, looking on the ground for her gun but it blended in so well with the dirt and sticks she couldn’t see it. 

taking a quick look back to the man, he had picked up a rather large rock and tried smashing it down on her head. ellie moved, nearly missing having her head bashed in and she noticed her blade glistening in the now rising sun. she army crawled as the man grasped at her legs to pull her back. her fingers fiddled with the handle before she was able to firmly wrap her hand around it. as she did, the man dragged her back towards him and while he tried to position himself on top of her, ellie plunged the switchblade deep into his chest. the crunch of it piercing his sternum confirmed it was a deadly hit and she watched as he lost any hope to stay alive. 

his mouth hung open in shock, looking down to the puncture wound and his hands went to grasp around it. his legs straddled ellie’s torso, allowing the blood that poured from it to fall directly onto her. the man coughed and instead of spit, blood spewed from his mouth staining his teeth in the process before he fell over beside her. ellie didn’t move, her breathing erratic from the fight. 

the man gurgled on his own blood for a moment before it got quiet again, the woods silent as ever except for her heaving breaths. her hands fell to her sides and she gazed up to the sky, the stars still burning brightly above the trees. all of her exhaustion hit her at once like a truck and she fought to keep her eyes from closing. right before she thought sleep would consume her and she would have to relive her worst nightmare all over again, she saw the makings of a constellation. at first, it wasn’t recognizable, just another clump of stars in the galaxy. but when it clicked in her mind, she propped herself up on her elbows and the tiredness melted away. it was cassiopeia. 

that was everything she needed. ellie got up with a new surge of energy, taking the map with her and anything else she could find useful. she strode away from the grim scene on their horse, following the map to the first exit off the utah highway. with the horse, the rest of the journey seemed like light work. it was only an hour before she spotted the fences to the community. 

tying the horse to a hidden tree for a get-away, she circled the small town. the fence was chain linked and she watched inside as the town woke up to start their day. ellie was able to see that only a small amount of people woke up this early, leaving the streets barely occupied. 

staying in the shadows, she slipped under the fence that was poorly secured. she found herself in between two small houses, ellie could make out mumbled words from the street so she moved up, making sure to stay as close to the wall of the house as possible. 

“....hopefully they will come back with the stuff by tomorrow.” a woman's voice could be heard, ellie dared not to peek around the corner and listened further to their conversation. 

“we don’t even know if they have anything, we could be chasing a dead end.” ellie’s eyebrows furrowed as the second voice spoke. she figured they were talking about the group she had slaughtered, but could jackson be the dead end they were speaking about? is that why they wanted you?

“just gotta hope for the best, i guess.” the woman spoke again before her footsteps could be heard walking away. ellie’s body tensed up, quickly her mind showed her the haunting image of your face and she shook her head, focusing her eyes around the corner. she caught a glimpse of the woman walking down the sidewalk, leaving the man to stand in front of the house alone. he was reading a note intensely and ellie took a look around to make sure her coast was clear. 

she came up behind him, swiftly covering his mouth and dragging him back between the houses for cover. she ripped the note from his hands and used the bandana that had been around his head to cover his mouth and threw him to the ground. while she examined the note, her pistol was focused on him keeping him in place. 

residents be advised that your council is doing all they can to provide for you. we are currently bartering with a town in wyoming for food, and unlike last time, we are sure they will be more than happy to provide.

ellie balled up the paper in her fists, scoffing and throwing it beside the man. “the girl, where is she?” ellie hissed at him, keeping her voice low. he mumbled through the bandana and she rolled her eyes. “don’t fucking scream, you can make it out of this.” she said before pulling the bandana down. 

the mans eyes were wide with fear as he looked upon ellie, but he spoke fast and quietly while darting his eyes between her and the gun. “i don’t know about a girl, i really don’t plea–” 

ellie shook her head before snatching his wrist in her hand, bending his finger back and he winced. “okay, okay okay,” he rushed out, feeling his finger about to snap. “our hunters, they came back a few days ago with something they wouldn’t tell anyone about,” he paused, looking at ellie and her grip loosened. 

“keep talking.” she ordered him and he stammered his words, trying to desperately abide by her rules. 

“usually they bring the meat to the kitchen but-but they parked the truck outside of our leaders house, said it was nothing but it didn-didn’t look like nothin’.” 

ellie moved the gun into his neck, nuzzling it right below his ear and his breathing hitched up. “where?”

“go left do-down the street, the truck is old you can’t miss it!” ellie knew the truck all too well and without another word she removed the gun from his neck and he breathed a sigh of relief. 

“thanks–” ellie whispered as her switchblade lodged itself in his neck. he didn’t scream, just looked at her wide-eyed as he tried to stop his neck from bleeding. ellie didn’t wait around, his blood still bubbling as she walked away, turning left down the street. 

she was careful, she moved down the street hiding behind cars, bushes and whatever else she could find. when she was starting to think the man had given her bad information, the truck came into view. it was parked blissfully in the driveway of a quaint looking house. she found herself climbing through an open window on the first floor, escaping the street and its peering eyes. ellie landed in the living room of the house, it wasn’t decorated, the walls were blank and the furniture looked like it was rotting away. 

that's when she heard voices coming from upstairs, she almost ascended the stairs herself but the voices were coming closer. she hid behind the dusty couch as the stairs creaked and found herself in the company of two men who had no idea she was eavesdropping. 

“we already sent the group, why do you need more from her?” the raspy voice uttered, a hint of annoyance laced in his tone. 

ellie heard a long sigh, “because they could become our primary suppliers. as long as we have her, they will give us whatever we want. for as long as we want.” the second man spoke with a heavy country accent and her blood boiled, she stopped herself from jumping the two, instead listening for more information. 

“she wasn’t very forthcoming the first time–” 

his voice was cut off, “well fuckin’ make her. i told you whatever it takes.” another sigh filled her ears, and she wasn’t sure who had done it but feet were stomping away and she glanced around the couch. she witnessed a bald man opening a door down a dark hallway, while the man who had the accent went back upstairs. her brain was split, but she knew they wouldn’t have kept you upstairs so she followed the bald man with the raspy voice, opening the door silently and descending the stairs that were behind it. 

the end of the staircase opened up to a dimly lit basement, it was unfinished and dirty. she caught a glance at a metal door at the opposite end of the room before turning her attention back to the bald man, who was crouching down beside a workbench. it was lined with tools, but ellie knew what they were for. so as fast as she could, she approached him. he was barely able to turn around before she tackled him to the ground. the man was big but being caught off guard helped ellie as her hands gripped around his neck. 

she put all of her body weight into his neck, he was choking and failing his arms around at ellie. it didn’t phase her, even when he had slapped her across the face in his panic. her face was contorting with all the exertion and she stared down at him, never breaking eye contact. a scar was slashed across his face and she recognized this as the man who had thrown you into the truck, the image coming to her clearly. his eyes were bulging from their sockets and his legs were kicking with a passion but as ellie came to this realization she jerked her hands down, the applied pressure breaking his neck under her hands and he immediately went limp. 

in a cloudy haze she stood up, catching her breath and looking around for a key. she practically threw everything off of the workbench in front of her and when she didn’t find it she moved back to the man on the floor. she dug through his pockets and her fingers found a small metal key. 

she walked towards the metal door slowly. now that she was here, she was terrified of what she would see behind the door. she put the key into the lock and turned, earning a click. she breathed out all the air in her lungs before pushing it open and her heart was beating faster than she had ever known possible. the room was dark, and seemed empty. the light from the other room allowed her to see a small switch on the wall and she flicked it on, now fearing you werent even here. 

but you were. the light came on and your hands flew to your face shielding your eyes. ellie’s eyes immediately brimmed with tears seeing you. she took a step forward, taking off her backpack and laying it on the ground beside her. you were so obviously injured, puncture wounds up and down your legs with dried blood surrounding them. the chain around your ankle had almost embedded itself in your skin, resulting in a horrible looking bruise that had worked its way up your leg. ellie breathlessly said your name, tears falling from her eyes and your hands moved from your face slowly. 

your eyes weren’t adjusted, you just saw a blurry figure in front of you but you could have sworn you heard her voice. the voice that had escaped you every time you tried to hold on to it, and you thought your brain was playing a cruel prank. “please don’t,” you uttered quietly, fearing she was the man with the scar coming back to torture you more. 

ellie dropped to her knees in front of you, looking at your battered body not able to form words. they had broken you, and she blamed herself. anger brewed inside of her but in this moment, she remained soft spoken. “it’s me,” she whispered, reaching her hand out to touch your leg which you snaked away, still not believing she was actually there. you believed you were so desperate to see her, to hear her, that she materialized out of thin air. but that meant you were truly losing your sanity and you could barely look at her. 

“its not you–” you said back to her, looking to the floor and ellie’s eyes shut tightly to hold back anymore tears. you had backed up all the way to the wall, leaving ellie in the center of the room. she slowly moved to you as you watched her from your peripheral view.

she came up in front of you, “it’s me, pumpkin,” and placed a hand to your shallow cheek as she always had done. 

feeling her warm hands on your face, you met her eyes. her warmth couldn’t be your imagination and your own eyes welled up as she dragged her thumb carelessly across your cheek. her appearance didn’t even phase you, all you cared about was her. “ellie,” you sighed, shutting your eyes and placing your hand on top of hers that cupped your face. “you’re actually here?” your voice was small and faint, and it felt like ellie was stabbed in the heart. 

the blur that ruined her memories of you was gone. even the image of you being whisked away was gone. she scanned your still perfect face, it’s only faults being sunken in from hunger and bruising that littered your cheeks but it was still perfection to her. she felt more relief than she had when she killed the man in the woods, and the bald man that still laid a few feet away. you were here in front of her, finally.  ellie couldn’t help but smile at you, all her efforts hadn’t been in vain. 

“i’m actually here,” she repeated to you, connecting your foreheads together. “i found you.” 

ellie leaned back, inches from your face. her voice rang in your ears and you felt like you were floating with every word that came from her mouth after missing it for so long. you managed a smile for her. she was so close to you that you had barely seen the figure towering over her from behind, your mouth began to form her name to warn her but it was too late. the figure smashed ellie over the head and she fell unconscious beside you. 

[serv0z]

RAHHH a drawing of all the sillies currently occupying my brain right now. Funny thing is!! My last LN related drawing was posted almost exactly a year ago!! how funny! Close-ups and yapping under the cut

I'm running on 3 hrs of sleep bc i stayed up till 5am to make this and then i had a neurologist appt at 8 so!!! (i got officially diagnosed with adhd or add we win, i already forgot which one he said but i get my meds tmrw!!) I might take a nap after this im so exhausted. ANYWAYS.!!! i love. flowey and clover friendship no one start yelling at me abt how flowey didnt care!!! theyre best friends to me!!!! and it works out as im a clover kinnie nd floweys been my comfort character for years now. we win. I don't think monsters really had binders at first (dont use bandages btw guys, dont be like Starlo was!!11) I think the first time one fell into the trash dump or wtvr someone picked it up and then once figuring out its uses just!! boom!! business!! figuring out how to safely make more and!!! finding ways to accommodate certain monsters with different body types!! esp with the spikes and such. Ceroba def helped Starlo out with his bandages often before they were able to get him a binder. the one where clovers drawing is !! an idea of revived!clover or clover staying in the underground in hiding. Martlet got him that shirt :)) and obv the bell earring is from Ceroba. sorry to all my cotl followers i STILL have no colored the 5 body refs of both narinder and lambert. I picked the colors here on a whim so uhmmm it's not official!!! not yet anyways!! i do like what i used for Narinders fur tho, so that might stay idk yet i hte coloring BNJKNKSD i colored this whole thing on a wild impulse.. thus staying up all night. I think clover would really enjoy waterfall if they were ever able to visit it after or during the whole soul thing. It's peaceful and beautiful and also one of my fav areas in base game sooo :) i missed my LN kids. I reread Raccoons on ao3 and remembered how much i loved them and their silly lil dynamic. im a #1 six defender btw i WILL throw hands if u say some wrong shit abt her. mono, less so bc i think a lot of people have a good grasp on his character now but six is ALWAYS villainized. Has been for years nd it ticks me off bc?? she was right for her actions kinda?? not really?? ofc both characters made bad choices that lead to it but dont disregard her feelings either? idk its a whole thing i cant get into on THIS post. a lot of the doodles are just random moments like Six in the Maw with their bigass keys and locks, maybe its one of the ones to the kitchen and thats why she's rushing :D? Mono isnt really. he wasnt meant to be in the end game room but i wanted funky lighting so do with that as u will. Silly stuff with RK and Six, RCG I DID NOT FORGET ABOUT U HUN <333 I JUST DONT HAVE A DESIGN FOR YOU YET!!! same for Low and Alone </3 RK with the nomes my beloved <333 nd ofc the last dance based on the animation on youtube!!! do not tag any of the ln kids as ship!!! and do not tag clover and flowey as a ship either!! only two im fine with in this drawing is staroba or narilamb oki goodnight

[taylormarieee]

~Stranded~

Summary: You and Rick are on a run for supplies needed at the prison, when a herd of walkers is heading your way. You both find yourselfs stranded in a warehouse.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Rick Grimes X Fem!Reader

Warnings:Oral(Fem!Receiving),PiV sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Praise kink, Pet names(Sweetie, princess, sweetheart.),A lil sexual tension if u squint, Fingering, That's it... Enjoy!

You wake up to the sound of knocking on the wall. Startled you pull your knife and sit up only to be met with blue eyes that belong to the one and only Rick Grimes.

"Psst, hey come with me to go on a supply run." He says. "Yea sure ok." You say rubbing my palm down your face. You get dressed putting on your baggy blue jeans and your oversized Nirvana band T-shirt.

You grab your gun holster and your knife holder and wrap it around your thigh. You put a back up knife in your shoe and cover it with your jeans.

You walk out to meet Rick grabbing your bag on the way out. You say your goodbyes and walk outside the prison. You see Rick standing by the car talking to Carol.

"Ready to go?" You say walking towards the trunk. Squinting your eyes to look at Rick.

"Uhm Yea let's go. We'll talk later Carol." He says walking to the driver's seat. She nods and walks away. He starts the engine and you guys set off.

"It says to turn left here down this road." You say point at left against the windshield. You feel the car turn left and you continue staring at the map.

"Keep going straight and we should reach the warehouse on our right." You say closing the map.

You both see the big warehouse and Rick stops the car getting out. You step out the car. and. pull. out you knife as rick pulls out his gun.

"What happened to being quiet and not attractin' walkers eh?" You say chuckling. "Well I got no knife, so guns my best option." He says smiling.

"Hm, If you say so officer!" You say running towards a pole and banging your knife on it to attract any walkers inside.

After about 5 minutes of waiting only three walkers come out. One goes for Rick and the other two go for you. You grab the first one trying to stab it but you fall.

Its jaw thrashing at you wanting to take your flesh but you act quick and stab it in the head.

As you try to go for the other you hear another gunshot and its head drops next to you and blood splatters on your cheek.

Rick walks up to you and reaches for your hand to pull you up, and you gladly accept his hand. He pulls you up and you stumble a little too close to him and your noses touch.

You both stare at each other while still holding hands. You clear your throat and back away from him a bit.

"Shall we?"You awkwardly say. gesturing towards the door of the warehouse. "Uh yea yea. We should hurry anyway, any walkers nearby coulda head those shots so let's go. Ladies first!" He says smirking.

"How knight and shining armour of you!" You say laughing, walking through the doors of the warehouse.

You. both search for food,supplies,medicine, whatever you could find or get your hands on. As you both found stuff like clothes and food and even some supplies and medicine you both decided it was time to go. You guys start to exit you notice a herd of walkers coming your way. You start to panic not knowing Rick was coming up behind you.

"Hey today was a good run don't ya thi-" He was cut off to you pushing him back inside and covering his mouth so they don't see or hear you guys.

"Shh, a herd is coming. Looks like we're gonna have to lay low here for a little while, ok?" You say removing your hand from his mouth. He nods and drops his bag, and you both make yourselves comfortable.

It's been 20 minutes and the herd still hasn't left. You fiddle with your fingers while rick watches the herd. You take quick glances at him every once in awhile admiring his broad shoulders, His amazing hands and the veins protruding and flexing whenever he gripped his gun, and his luscious hair. God how badly you wanted to play in his hair.

He walks over to you and you watch as he walks over. ~God why was Rick Grimes so attractive~ You thought. "Looks like we might be here a lil while longer. So make yourself comfortable" He says smiling.

"Wow! They are really annoying, now I have to be stranded here with you." You say chuckling

"Is that really a bad thing? I kinda thought this would be fun!" He says teasingly. Smirking at you and slightly moving closer.

"No... It's not so bad." You say chuckling. "Well then good." He says smiling at you.

"Hey... Can I ask you a question?" You say, "Yea sure, what is it?"He says getting closer to you by the second.

"Are you and Michonne like... A thing?" You ask fiddling with your fingers. Ricks eyes widen and he stares at you being completely silent. You take his silence as a "You have crossed the line with this question" so you immediately start back tracking mumbling apologies.

"Rick, omg I'm sorry I didn't- i mean i wasn't trying- ugh I'm sorry for assuming. You guys probably aren't, Sorry for being nosy!" You say fastly out of embarrassment. Heat rushes to your face as a feeling of embarrassment washes over you.

"Just forget I even asked ok. I feel embarrassed, so just forget it." You say looking at your rings. Rick takes your chin in his hands and looks into your eyes. His beautiful blue eyes piercing into yours. He glances at your lips before diving in.

Your lips move smoothly together in one swift, rhythmic motion. He forces his tongue between your soft lips and moans into your mouth. Your hands go straight for his chest. He grabs you and props you up on his chest. You can feel the tent in his pants as you slowly start to grind on him.

Your soaking through your black lace panties as you pick up your speed, causing the man beneath you to groan. He holds your back and sets you down on the cold, warehouse floor. He goes straight for the button and zipper and pulls your pants on you revealing your underwear.

So needy for each other. you start to fondle with his belt and he stakes off the belt strap holding his gun. Once he removes both articles of clothing he moves towards your neck, kissing and marking you with hickeys. Your. hands go straight for his beautiful, brown curls.

You've always wanted to touch and feel his hair. Beautiful, soft locs blowing in the wind and glistening in the sunlight. His smile always glowing and lighting up any room. His bravery always mad you tingle. How he talked down to our enemies, how protective he was, he was just so attractive and he made your mind all fuzzy with dirty thoughts every time.

He runs his warm hands up and down the curves of your body, feeling and savouring every minute. He hooks his finger around your lace panties and slowly pulls them down. He removes his lips from your neck and slowly slides down to your dripping and aching cunt.

He flattens his tongue on your entrance making you whimper.

"Shhh Princess, we gotta be quiet remember? Don't want walkers knowing were here now do we?" He says smirking. All you can do is nod your head as he starts to lap up your juices. He pokes and prods his tongue at your entrance, teasing you while rubbing your clit in figure eights.

Sending shiver through out your body. You put your hand over your mouth to suppress your moans and whimpers. He feels you pulsing and continues to go faster. He adds one finger inside you and you try your very best not to scream his name right here right now.

He shove it as deep as he can as he flicks his tongue on your clit. Flicking and sucking on the little bundle of nerves making your brain fuzzy and your eyes cross. You feel your orgasm approaching fast and start to shake extremely. You close your legs around his head so hard shoving his face farther with you hands tangled in his hair.

You whine his name in a drawn out whine as you cum all over his face and fingers. He continues to lick and slurp up all your giving to him and groans in your cunt. You release his hair from your grip and open your legs for him.

He comes up to kiss you. and you can taste yourself on him. "Damn sweetheart, you taste good." He says grinning. You cover your face in your hands as heat rushes to your face.

"Don't be embarrassed sweetie, You did so well for me. Think you can be a good girl for me again?" He asks, You nod. your head removing your hands from your face. "Words baby, I need words." "Yes, Rick, I'll be a good girl for you." You say whining as he pushes. the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Good Girl." He says before slowly shoving his whole length into your pussy. You clench around him over and over as he penetrates you.

"Damn, if you- Oh fuck- If ya keep doing that, babygirl I won't last." He groans fully bottoming out. He stops for a second to let you get adjusted before kissing you. You tap him on his shoulder signaling to him that he can move. At first he takes it slow but your whimpers and whines made his brain all fuzzy and he picks up speed.

Thrusting into you with full force making your body jolt up and down. Your moaning and whining, not even caring if the herd can hear you anymore. His thrusts become erratic and faster. He's lost his rhythm and you can tell he's gonna cum.

"Rick, cum inside me please! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum rick! Please baby!" You moan, feeling your second orgasm approach. "Planning on it baby! Oh fuck." He groans shooting his load straight into your cervix. You can feel the warm spurts of his cum shoot into you.

You moan before grabbing his neck and kissing him. He groans in your mouth and holds you. He pulls out causing a tiny whimper out of you and then just holds you next to him.

"Does that answer your question?" He asks chuckling

"Hih, what question?" You ask confused for a second. Rick laughs a bit before staying silent to let you think.

"OH! Yea, it does." You say shyly. He lets out another laugh before tapping your waist. "Looks like the herds gone, better get going." He says getting up and putting on his clothes. You get up and put.your clothes on too. You're looking for your underwear and look up to see Rick holding it for you.

You scrunch your nose and snatch them from him and he chuckles. You guys head for the car and drive off laughing and making jokes the whole way there. Nothing was awkward between you to. Runs with him became more frequent and little night makeout sessions became a hobby. You loved Rick and He loved you.

When you guys got back to the prison everyone came out asking what took so long. You two glanced at each other before you spoke up.

"Rick saved me and shot his gun atractin' a whole herd of walkers. So we had to lay low. We got enough food, clothes, medicine and water. So it was a good run." You say looking at Rick then back at the group.

The all nod their heads and help carry the supplies in the prison. "Rick!" You call out as he walks away with Judith. "Yea?" He says smiling. "Meet me in my cell tonight, yea?" You ask smiling. He nods and you walk away giggling to yourself.

Who knew being stranded at a warehouse would end with you and Rick Grimes having sex? Always first times for everything right?

I hope y'all enjoyed because I know I did! This is Fic No. 1 to my 100 follower Celebration so 2 more are on the way!

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❤︎︎ Carlos Oliveira Eating You Out ❤︎︎

Oneshot .⋆ Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x Fem!reader .⋆

⋆.⋆ Summary: Carlos eating u out and fucking you while standing :3

⋆.⋆ Warning: Pet names, Praises, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Unprotected p in v, Rough Sex, Creampie!? NSFW! SMUTTTT!!!

⋆.⋆ A/N: Gone for two months but I’m back :D Quick oneshot of my fav Carlos. Not gonna lie I wish this guy could do the most vile and downgrading things to me. Enjoy and Thx 4 Reading <3 Pz support by reposting ;)

Nsfw below the cut

Imagine…

Carlos has you lounged on a couch. Your laced panties were thrown far way from you by Carlos, leaving you in nothing but a tank top. He’s kneeled on the floor in front of you with his head buried in between your thighs. His large hands gripped onto both sides of your thighs as he leaves trails of kisses and marks along your skin that won’t be going away anytime soon.

“Why so quite pretty girl?”

He mumbles into your inner thigh looking up at you with his dark brown eyes.

You drag your hand down to his soft curls and take a hold of his hair as your head falls back and eyes shut close. He spreads your legs even wider and swipes his tongue along your folds. You wince at the slight contact and feel yourself wanting more. His beard tickling the sides of your thighs and pussy.

“Come on Carlos. Quit teasing” You mumble.

He chuckles into your pussy and lets his pretty nose work you up by dragging up and down your folds. His tongue playfully making contact with your entrance. You let him lead you on as you feel his grip rise to take ahold of your waist. His tongue finally sliding in and out of you as his nose drags up and down. You feel his grip on your right side losen and before you know it he has his bulky middle finger pumping in and out of you in a much quicker pace.

“Fuck y/n. Mhm…you taste so good.” Carlos has his tongue licking along your entrance. Sucking and spitting on your folds. All that can be heard is your low moans, wet sounds, and Carlos mumbling drunken praises. Your whining only increases as you look down to where Carlos has eye shut tightly while devouring you.

You tug his hair and he pauses to look up at you, his lips are parted and his finger slowly slips out of you. His beard and nose is coated with your wetness.

“Not enough huh?” He rises off his knees and cups your cheeks with his hands. “Who knew you were so needy”

The palm of your hand laid on his chest and made its way to the large bulge his pants, slowly tightening your grip on his hardened covered cock. He groans and covers your small hands with his own lager ones moving them away kindly.

“How about you sit there and let me do the work. I’m sure I can make you feel real good.” His hands went to the belt of his cargo pants, quickly making work to buckle it off. Pulling the belt out of the loops of his pants in a quick motion. Although he keeps his tight black shirt on, he unbuttons and pulls down his pants along with his underwear, his hard cock springing out and giving you a full view of his size. You can see a large vein leading you to the precum on the tip of his cut cock. You’re broken out of your gaze as you hear a snap and look up to Carlos, who is clearly proud to have you practically drooling over him due to his wide ear to ear smile.

“Can’t believe I have you all to myself” he leans into you and grips your thigh with one of his hands as you both share a sloppy kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips and placing his other hand on your neck. You back out only to catch your breath but Carlos sits next to you and pulls you to his lap, letting you straddle him.

“You okay with this?” He looks at you and you can’t get your eyes off of him. You’re looking down at him, his curly hair is now even more untamed, his eyebrows are curled in safe assuring way.

“Uh huh…” You bite your lip and lean closer, your noses almost touching.

“Need you to use your words.” His head tilts, you feel his breath on your lips.

“I want you to fuck me Carlos.”

“Oh I know you do filthy girl”

Carlos taps his tip on your wet pussy and slowly moves your hips down. You take your time adjusting to his size, his thick cock making your eyes squeeze shut.

“Feeling good baby?” You nod your head. He thrust into you softly but strong. Causing you to take ahold of his broad shoulders. His tight black shirt was still on, you could see his muscular form and his large chest. He begins to quicken his pace thrusting hard, you both moaned from hearing his balls slap against your wet pussy.

“Fuck I won’t last long if you keep that up” Carlos says between breathes, as you start grinding yourself down on his hard cock. You moan his name as he sucks on you nipples, soaking the cloth coving your tits.

“Carlos I can’t…you feel so good. I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum on your dick.” You whine as you feel your climax coming faster than you had thought.

“You wanna cum that badly huh? How about we do it together pretty girl? You open your eyes and he’s waiting for you to answer but the look in his eyes and his fat cock in your pussy makes you hazy.

“High off my cock…mhmm.” He snakes his hand on your throat and grips lightly.

“I can’t anymore. Please Carlos…” Your cut off as he begins to thrust harder into you and your vision fades to black only making out star shaped objects. His cock and balls beat your pussy, you bury your faces in the crook of his neck, smelling his intoxicating cologne mixed with sweat. You cry out his name loud and long. Overwhelmed of the pleasure you are feeling. As you come back from your orgasm, Carlos’s cock begins to twitch inside of you, he groans from feeling your cum all over him. You can feel him getting close.

“Can you cum inside of me Carlos? Please can you do that for me?” You whisper and suck on his ear lobe, he moans and grips your hips tighter. You’re worried your change in demeanor would tip him off but hearing you say that made him loose it. He stands from the couch and holds you close to him.

“You want me to fill you up that bad now. I say you’re fucking greedy, don’t you whore?”

You’re more than surprised but yearning from how horny he’s making you feel. He holds you tight as he begins burying his hard cock deep inside of you. You moan and plead for him to never stop, digging you nails into his back. Throwing your head back from the sensation. His breathing labored and you could his feel his rough finger tips gripping on your ass.

“Uh- you feel so-good around my cock baby…” Slamming you down hard once more on his cock, cumming inside of you. His mouth now wide open and eyes shut, unable to catch his breath and beginning to groan from feeling your tight walls around him. You can feel both of your cum mixing with yours. Everything became overstimulated with his large cock still inside of you and the drops of his cum leaking through your pussy.

He still held you around him as he stepped back let you both collapse onto the couch. You relaxed from his hands comforting you with small massage around your body, he began giving you small kisses until you opened you eyes to find him already awing you. With big brown eyes his hands came to hold your face and lay one more kiss on you lips.

“Such a good girl for me.”

[archiveoftara]

Dilemma

Part 1

"How do I look?"

You stood there fidgeting with your necklace.

Lucy let out a small gasp, "Absolutely stunning."

You stared at your reflection, admiring the fabric clinging to your curves. You'd bought this little black dress ages ago, its hem stopping just above the knee. Shyness had always kept you from wearing it, but Lucy insisted you put it on tonight.

"By the way, what's the occasion anyway?"

"Oh you will soon find out."

"Lucy. Y/n" George yells from downstairs.

"We're getting late."

You bid your friends goodbye as you leave for the mystery place.

After a peaceful taxi ride, you find yourself standing in front of a fancy restaurant.

Am I at the right place?

A rush of cool air hit your face as you stepped into the restaurant. You felt your heart pounding against your ribs. You took another moment to calm yourself while you took a quick scan of the room.

And then, you saw a familiar wave cutting through the sea of faces. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Anthony Lockwood? What is he doing here?

"Lockwood?"

"Y/n." His voice, rich and warm, cut through the low hum of the restaurant.

He pulled out a chair with a smooth, practiced motion, the epitome of old-world charm. Classic Lockwood

"You look ravishing."

A warm blush crept onto your cheeks as you whispered a small "thank you" to Lockwood. His eyes, intense and captivating, held yours for a moment too long, making you feel both flattered and a little overwhelmed. You forced yourself to look away or else you would have a heart attack.

"So do you, Lockwood," you compliment the handsome agent. He's always in formals, but today he looks different. Dashing and hot in a deep navy blue suit with a white shirt and a silver tie.

"So it's just you and me I guess."

"Just you and me." He said.

Little did you know, your best friends were perched like hawks at a nearby table, their eyes glued to your every move.

"What would you like to have?"

With a peaceful dinner and plenty of laughter and conversation, you felt incredibly happy to be spending time alone with him. It might be the first time you've found yourself in his company without interruptions from your other friends. You don't want to seem ungrateful, but you're actually really enjoying his company.

The fellow agents' eyes were locked on Lockwood, their silent demands echoing across the room. George and Lucy, their faces etched with urgency, were subtly urging him to spill the beans. A cold sweat broke out on Lockwood's brow as he met their intense gaze, his throat suddenly parched.

"I've been meaning to tell you something for a really long time"

"Yeah, go ahead." You smiled.

He took a deep breath and began

"Y/N, I've been trying to find the right words for what feels like forever." He takes your hand. "Every time I look at you, my mind goes blank. From the moment you walked into my life, I've been captivated by your laugh, your intelligence, everything. I've admired you from afar, but now I can't pretend anymore. I'm in love with you. Will you please give me a chance?"

Your heart pounded in your ears.

Lockwood? LOCKWOOD?

The words hung in the air, thick with disbelief. Your hotshot, clumsy boss was confessing his love? Your mind raced as you tried to process the shock.

A lump formed in your throat as a tear escaped your eye. Managing a small nod, you tried to compose yourself.

"YES!"

You turn around to find Lucy practically levitating in her seat, her eyes wide with excitement. George wore a smug face that said it all.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Finally we are free from all the yearning and pinning." Lucy sat beside you.

"Congrats mate, you finally became a man and confessed." George pats Lockwood's shoulder.

"It was all your plan?"

"We're so sorry for lying to you," George started, his face flushed. Lucy nodded frantically. "We had no choice. Lockwood here is a bigger scaredy-cat than a kitten."

A soft smile touched your lips. The shock was slowly replaced by a warmth that was both unexpected and comforting.

Your eyes met his, and in that moment, you saw a side of him you never saw before.

And there, in that moment, amidst the chaos and laughter, something sparked.

Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something beautiful.

I'm sorry it's not the best ending. I'll try better next time. I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to leave a comment. I love talking to you. I'll see you in the next chapter. Love you xoxo 😘😘

Word count: 794

[anonymous-fartist]

ok hear me out but have u ever thought of torture w it? Like ofc consensual but like chaining someone up and continuously ripping mad ass in their lap ((they can't get away))

or someone doing THAT to YOU🧁🌺🎀

My boyfriend sent me this fucking amazing scenario and it's all I've been able to think about

So I've written this piece for it

Enjoy, I know I fucking did ^-^

CONTENT WARNINGS: Gas (of course), restraints, dubious consent/mild torture (with the gas), mild knifeplay, read at your own risk fellas ~~~

You’d known this would happen, really. When he’d taken you out to eat — to that lovely pasta place you two loved to visit — he’d ordered way more than you knew he could handle. All that free bread, too. You’d watched him. It didn’t take long for his stomach to start its familiar protest, gurgling and grumbling under his shirt while he drove. Each time it did, he’d wince, and pull a pained little face. You could tell he was trying to ignore it, to keep it out of the conversation, but you just couldn’t let that happen.

You were poking fun. Literally, and figuratively. Teasing, taunting, reaching out to prod at his gut. He couldn’t exactly push you away — you were in the passenger seat, right next to him — and with every jab, you could feel how full he was. Poor guy. He grit his teeth, and tried to endure it. “I’m fine.” He’d insisted. “Just… lay off it, ok?” Like hell you’d listen to that. More teasing, poking, bratty little retorts. Almost like you were having a conversation with his bubbling belly.

You could tell it pissed him off. He furrowed his dark brows, cheeks burning and shoulders hunched. He kept hissing little demands, pleading, asking you to stop. Softly at first, but more forcefully, the more you teased and sassed. You ignored him, like a brat. By the time you’d gotten home, he practically slammed the door of the car shut, storming inside stiffly. Fuming.

You followed close behind. “What’s the matter??” You giggled, hovering over his shoulder. “Too embarrassed to admit you have gas??”

You saw his jaw clenched the second you uttered those words. His sharp eyes darting, staring daggers at you. You’d never seen him look so stern. It sent a chill down your spine, and you faltered a little. Clearly not enough to deter him, though. He shot an arm out, grabbing at your wrist with surprising strength. His grip was so tight it hurt. You couldn’t have pulled away even if you wanted to — much to his amusement — and with a firm yank, he pulled you closer to him, lowering his mouth to your ear. His voice was husky.

“I warned you to watch your fucking mouth.” He seethed. Oh dear god…

He practically pulled you off your feet, dragging you halfway across the house, towards your shared bedroom. He was rough, and the corners of his lips twitched up into a sadistic-looking grin. His stomach continued to growl, softly, under his hand.

Grrrmmm…

He winced. If he was in pain, it didn’t last long, though, when he threw you carelessly onto the bedspread. His usual tenderness had all but entirely seeped from him, replaced with frustration and… well, a killer stomachache, you supposed. You barely had time to retain your composure before he grabbed you again. Your eyes went wide.

In your daze, he’d gone digging through the drawers by the bed. In his hands, he held a thick length of chain. By this point, his smirk had spread into a full grin, and he regarded you with wide, dark eyes. “Teach you a fuckin’ lesson, huh?” He muttered, almost to himself, as he yanked your arms up. You yelped — which he paid no attention to — and felt the cold restraint rubbing against your wrists.

Good lord. He was tying you to the bedframe.

“What the fuck-?” You managed to stammer, before a low growl cut you off. You couldn’t tell whether it came from his throat of his belly. He ignored your confusion. The restraint was tight, and held your poor arms up high, behind your head. No matter how hard you squirmed, the damn thing wouldn’t budge. Shit. You instantly regretted letting him practice so much on you.

He sat before you on the bed, taking a second to admire you. He chuckled deeply to himself, his voice rumbling in his chest. That laugh. It frightened you. “Not so cocky now, huh??” It was his turn to tease. His tone caused your cheeks to burn, and you lowered your eyes, squirming. Trying to tug on the chains. No luck.

He shuffled closer, putting a firm hand on your knee. He was warm. There was no way he was gonna… not now, right?? All because you teased him a little?? … He shuffled a little, from his place in front of you, sitting himself back down. Right in your lap. His weight pressed against your thighs, and the gesture took you by surprise, your eyes going wide.

His poor, overstuffed belly gave a low gurgle. It was a more desperate sound, and he huffed, placing his other hand on his side. Giving it a quick rub. “I can’t say you were wrong, though.” He chuckled. “I’ve been, ahem… holding back. For your sake.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean??You cocked your head, shooting him a confused look. All he did was laugh. And give a soft grunt. The unmistakable sound echoed through the room, and you felt it ripple against your lap, heating the area where he sat. You went stiff. No way he just…

But then the smell hit. God, it was awful. Fucking putrid, really, a disgusting concoction of whatever bullshit he’d eaten throughout the day. He sighed, in relief no doubt, while you thrashed about, turning your head, trying pathetically to escape the damn stench. Your arms were bound. Your couldn’t plug your nose, no matter how bad you tried. It burned.

His sadistic grin never once left his face, eyes scouring your writhing form. He was clearly amused. You could tell by the smug lilt in his voice. “I saved that just for you.” He seethed, grinding himself further against your leg. “Smells lovely, hmm?” You practically gagged. He clicked his tongue.

“Tsk, tsk, so unappreciative. Such a brat.”

You felt ashamed to be blushing at his words.

“God, that’s foul…” You managed to mutter. He scoffed, narrowing his eyes. That look, the one that made your blood run cold, returned to his face.

… He leaned over your pitiful form, reaching into a drawer behind you. He pulled out something metallic, that glinted under the dim light seeping through the closed blinds. A blade. Why the fuck did he have a knife on hand??

Never-mind that, though, because you had no time to think. Within a few seconds, he’d twirled it in his trained hand, and pressed the cold metal right against your collarbone. Your breath hitched. It was so close. You really had to watch that temper of his. “Watch yourself.” He demanded, shifting around in his seat. Still firmly pressed into your lap.

Grrrgggllmm…

He let out a shaky breath, biting his lip, and forced out another fetid, rippling burst. He strained to push it out, and you were worried he’d let the knife at your throat slip in the struggle. But he held it still.

Jesus Christ, the smell. Somehow worse the second time. You let out a sharp cough, and forced yourself to hold your breath. Blinking back the tears from your watery eyes. He didn’t seem to take too kindly to this, and with his only free hand, reached up towards your face, clamping it over your mouth. You couldn’t breathe.

You had no choice. You could usually hold it for a while, but god, it had taken you by surprise. Air was running thin, and it wasn’t long before you were forced to inhale sharply, through your nose.

Goddamn repulsive. He seemed overjoyed by your whines.

“You love it.” He hissed, pressing the cold metal further against your nape. One wrong move, and it’d slice straight from shoulder to jaw. “Go on, tell me. You love it.” You had no choice but to comply.

“I-… I love it.” Your words were muffled into his hands. His grin twitched cruelly.

“It smells good, huh??” “It… fuck-… it smells so good…”

So fucking degrading. You could tell it excited him. His rhythmic grinding against your thigh told you more than enough.

“You want more. Go on. Beg for me.” … You considered resisting, but a flick of his wrist reminded you who was in charge. You let out a strangled whimper. “I said beg.”

“Shit-… Please. Please, I want more.”

He tittered in mock disgust. “You’re fucking filthy.”

But he did as you’d asked. He lowered the hand clasping at your face, and pressed the heel of his palm into his stomach, causing it to growl and churn. He was coaxing more out, you could hear it. You have a last-ditch effort to tug at your wrists, trying one last time to free yourself. Hah. No luck.

The next one sounded awful. Loud, long, and almost sickly, damn near surprising him as well. It was a miracle that he could handle his own damn brand. Was this the kind of shit he was holding daily?? It almost made you regret picking on him so frequently.

“Go on.” He urged you. You were too light-headed to protest. You just hoped to god he’d spare you soon.

“It smells lovely-…” You stammered, swallowing back a gag as you spoke. “Th-… Thank you.”

“Good.”

For your good behaviour, he loosened the grip on his knife, giving you a little more room to breathe. Not that it’d help. Every single sniffle was tainted. And there you were, drinking it in, begging like some sort of animal. If he’d wanted to teach you a lesson, he’d made his point clear as fucking day.

But he wasn’t done with you yet. There was plenty more where that came from, you could tell. Might as well make the most of it. You could be there for a while.

[nonnieapple]

⛈☂ Mall Emo, Mall Time, Mall Crime!☂⛈

 • (human!Marshall Lee x reader)  • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p • 2 1 0 3  w o r d s  • p o s t e d 04.10.2023     🌧 navigation  • s u m m a r y: what do you do when the cashier at a store is a dick? cheese it!

You couldn't wait to see Marshall again. Even though you had seen him a few days ago, you couldn't help but brim with happiness at the thought of seeing him again. You felt electrified, no matter how dumb that sounded, it was exactly how you felt. You smudged on dark eyeliner, pulled on your skinniest jeans, decked out your wrists with enough bracelets to cut off circulation, and wrapped one too many belts around your hips.

Two to be exact.

When you saw Marshall you practically strangled his waist with your grip. He sighed and hugged back.

"Are you trying to kill me or are you just happy to see me?" He said, strained. You pulled back enough to see his face. His beautiful, otherworldly face, his piercings, and his relaxed, dark eyes, which had a red undertone.

"I am never letting you go," You mumbled as you embraced him one more time before pulling away.

"Way to break a promise." He laughed, raising his brows and walking by your side to the entrance of the AAA Mall, one of the only malls around.

"I meant that in a more… metaphorical sense." You shrugged with a smile. Even the annoying mall, with all its lights and people and sounds, couldn't make you upset around Marshall. You were low-key obsessed with that man. In a mostly healthy way.

You walked through the mall, having been there quite a few times before. Why meet in a mall? There wasn't… a particular reason. It was one of the only notable places around. Sometimes you got food there that was edible. The vibes were okay, and Marshall liked staring at the Gridsound displays from time to time. Now that you thought of it, that was the biggest reason.

The AAA Mall wasn't crowded most days either, and you two, both unemployed artists, went there on the dead days- Monday through Friday. When the stores were a relative ghost town. That suited your sensory and human sensitivities. Nothing was worse than people staring at you. Besides the dry sound of dry skin on extremely dry paper, or nail filing. It felt like the sound itself filed down on your teeth. You never quite figured out why people stared. Was it your fashion? Were people that bored? Theorizing was useless. All it did was make you more anxious.

You looked up at Marshall. When you just started hanging out, he asked why you were looking at him like that, but eventually, he accepted that at times you stared like a cat at the nearest object. He was understanding, and whenever you needed some help, he was there. He was a good guy. A little bit of trouble, but you were too, and that was fun.

"It's cold in here. I can feel my blood turning into ice cubes…" You shivered, speeding up your pace as you looked around at blank mannequins and generic posters of conventional-looking white people. The embodiment of salt as seasoning.

"Hm?" Marshall blinked, glancing at you. "I think it's fine." He slipped his hand into yours, and you gasped.

"I'm convinced you're cold-blooded," You murmured, his hand cool and dry, his black nail polish chipped under your fingers.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" His calm voice was not suited for the absurdity of that phrase.

"Dude… why the hell would you ask me that?" He feigned immense devastation at your sound question.

"So, you wouldn't?" He stopped, giving you the saddest look.

"You should've been a darn actor…. of course I would. Now let's move, my something is about to fall off." You pulled him behind yourself gently. You passed by a breakfast diner called Kingdom. Not even. Their pancakes were super soggy.

Every store was a carbon copy of the next and the last, clothes so blank they were fit for a pharmaceutical ad. Warning- buying these clothes might be deadly. You'll die of boredom. Unless you only wear a shirt and nothing else. You know what they say, public indecency is a fashion statement! For the record nothing is wrong with being basic; it's fun to make fun of capitalistic copycats which probably don't even let their workers pee in a bottle, all for an off-white cardigan fit for a widow cosplay. You could even get a handkerchief in the pharmacy nearby.

Marshall slowed and you both marveled at the display- the store. Electric guitars with glossy, colorful, and rich exteriors, mics that cost as much as two pairs of eyeballs on the black market. The store was also filled with various tech. The interior was red and orange, covered with a checker pattern. No one was inside, only the cashier. They were taking a nap on the counter. Soft music played on the speakers. The sign above the entrance flickered. "Gridsound", lit up by a warm glow.

Around the corner was one of the most interesting shops in the AAA Mall, which said something. Flame Topic, a huge corporation trying to make money off people with an alternative style, essentially the same widow cosplay repackaged in a leathery, dark package.

You passed by it as you waved to one of the clerks, a person you knew, Flamber. A funky name for a funky person who was much better than that store but didn't wanna be another unemployed hoodlum.

The store right next to it was an exceptionally empty craft store, Raggedart. The cashier had resorted to doodling in a sketchbook, seated between the aisles. He wore a frumpy, muted in color, messily stitched-together sweater. You turned your head to the side.

Gum & Dia. The owner was Dia Gumm Baldwin, an older woman who had as much scandal surrounding her as she did money.

You hated that store and all of its tacky fast fashion, but the belts seemed okay. Just the belts. You wandered around it, pondering if you should get anything. Marshall was encouraging, at times to fault, so you stayed quiet as you pictured your life with a particular pair of socks. Riveting stuff.

There were a handful of people in the store, and its open nature made you worried, your shoulders tensing and nails digging into your palms. A clerk in all green and a green hoodie over their head with spikes atop it spoke to a couple of customers, gesturing to another section of the store.

You stood closer to Marshall.

"The cashier is looking at me funny… they can't handle the autistic swag," You whispered. He chuckled.

After a lot of meandering around the store, you settled on some belts. Marshall didn't seem interested in getting anything, instead inspecting the enticing crap around the checkout as you paid for your crap, setting the money on the register.

The cashier, a woman with brown hair and a crazy look to her glared at you. She looked so mad you'd think she was staring at an arch-enemy of hers.

"That's not enough."

You dug through your wallet, but no matter how many times you counted the money, you couldn't get the number right, or you didn't have enough money, hell knew, by that point your brain was shutting down.

Your mind blanked, your heart filled with panic and nonsense. You shook, feeling cold yet hot, everything in your eyes blurring and time stopping yet going too fast at the same time. It felt like a nightmare- a nightmare where a tsunami was about to wash over you, and you stood stupid, frozen by icelava. The scenario? Entirely different. The feeling? The utter dread? The same.

You didn't only stand stupid, you felt stupid. You wished you could control it. Control the anxiety.

Marshall found your hand. You didn't react, hand limp and cold. You tried to ground yourself. You were floating off into nowhere mentally as the judgement of the customers and cashier built.

"Ugh, what a weirdo, how can it take so long to pay?" Said a person behind you in line. The person next to them snickered.

"Can you please move it? What, are you scared or something?" The cashier had an air of suffocating smugness about her, glaring at you. You searched for a shred of understanding in her face. She flicked a crumpled-up check at you, and you could only stare in horror.

"Probably one of those people afraid of the world. One of those "mentally ill" ones, you know, the ones seeking attention," Whispered one of the people behind you as though you didn't hear. Not like they have a shit if you did.

Marshall strained to not strum the cashier a new one, also standing like a deer in headlights. An all too familiar reaction to conflict from him. He leaned down to you.

"I'm not saying we should take the stuff and run, but, if you want to, we totally could," He whispered, standing up straight right after as if he hadn't said a thing to you.

Your eyes darted to the register. Your mind went fast, thinking of the pros and cons. It all merged into a big lump of panic. You were filled with feverish worry.

You grabbed the things, gripping them for dear life, running toward the exit as fast as you could. Marshall was nearly perfectly in sync with you.

You ran out of the store and the belts beeped loudly, security chasing after you. Your mind and muscles screamed at you, but you yelled over them.

"You're way too supportive!" You addressed Marshall. You glanced back. The guards were hot on your trail of petty theft. They pulled out their walkie-talkies and gave you icy looks from under deeply furrowed brows. Their thick black and white uniforms, making them look like penguins, slowed them down significantly.

"Sorry for being nice and great and the best," Marshall murmured with utter seriousness as you breezed past the front entrance and past to the parking and beyond. You turned around and around until you were far enough to catch a breather.

You both panted. Your heart burned with cold fire and you buzzed and shook with excitement.

"I don't even want these…" You blinked slowly at the belts in your hands, the post-shoplifting clarity hitting you like a Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 Spyder. Your panic had begun to ebb and it felt awful. Also like getting hit by a Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 Spyder.

Marshall looked down at what he had grabbed with even more confusion than you. He had grabbed random crap. A pair of chains with crosses and a black face mask with a cat on it.

"Neither do I care about this chain. Do you want it?" He asked unsurely. Your eyes sparkled. Shinies.

"I'll have that." You grabbed them out of his hands, dropping them into your pockets.

"I care more about those assholes judging us," Marshall sighed, leaning against a wall. You hummed and frowned.

"I don't get it, is it so hard to stay outta our business? Do I have a sign on my back saying JUDGE ME?" You raised your arms to the heavens.

"I sure didn't put one there," He replied with a mischievous tone. You huffed, glancing at him up and down.

"You wouldn't do that."

You looked at your back.

"It's true, I care about you. It's my dirty secret." He turned away, covering his face dramatically.

"Awww! You're rotten!" You shoved him ever so softly. He looked to the side.

"In more ways than one." You fastened the belts around your hips, tags still on. Marshall raised a brow, silently questioning your sanity. He should've done that when he met you. Too late now.

"If anyone questions me I'll turn them into protein powder." You smoothed out your clothes, crossing your arms.

Marshall opened his mouth. He closed it, giving a thumbs up and a shaky grin.

"Let's go to the City Of Thieves bar and then home." You stretched, walking. He followed without question. He tended to do that, especially if you were in a new place, he was like a lost puppy.

"Home?"

"My apartment." You glanced at him.

"Sounds good." He smiled softly, reaching his long arm around your shoulders.

You waited at the bus stop. The bus rolled in, coming to a slow halt. You got on and made your way to the last seat which was almost always empty. The bus was pretty empty too.

"I am not paying for this bus," You whispered to Marshall as you stared outside at the sunset. His grip tightened around your shoulders comfortingly, pulling you into him.

You could hear his smirk.

"Me neither."

[t0mcruize123]

Stuck with you

Part one🎀🫶

This is the first part to my Charlie Babbitt story which will follow the enemies to lovers trope and have some detailed smut so yeah consider yourselves warned👹 this story was written for @mqverick on her special special birthday so I hope u enjoy the slow burn luv ITS ALL FOR YOU🤭🫶

~Part 1~

My bags weighed down on my shoulders as I stood in line for the plane and regretted packing so much. It was my sisters wedding and I was only flying to Los Angeles for the weekend and yet had five bags. I always brought too much but it was too late to change my mind now - my plane was leaving in a matter of minutes.

“Ray? We’re in an airport, people fly out of airports!” I turned around at the loud voice, “What did you think we were doing this whole time?”

A man dressed in a grey blazer and black shirt stood behind me with a tight jaw. His brow was furrowed and his green eyes were piercing as he glared at his friend. They seemed to be arguing about something and I tried to mind my own business.

“This is very serious Ray,” the man’s voice lowered.

“Very serious,” Ray repeated, his stare fixated on the ground.

“I have to get to Los Angeles alright, so you’re gonna get on that plane.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Figures, the guy loudly arguing in the middle of the crowded airport was going the same way as me.

“You understand me?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to get on the plane.”

“Get on the plane.”

Without a second thought, or rather a first, I spun around to face the man with narrowed eyes. Ray clearly didn’t want to get on the plane, and although I didn’t know him I felt a sudden urge to protect him. He clearly couldn’t defend himself against his friend, so I would.

“Excuse me,” I stepped forward and the man in the grey suit looked at me, “I couldn’t help but overhear your argument-“

“Argument? No we’re not arguing just talking, aren’t we Ray?” His tone was mocking as he turned his head in my direction, “I’m Charlie Babbitt.”

“Charlie,” my nose crinkled, “Your friend doesn’t want to get on the plane.”

His lips parted in surprise before he swallowed hard , “First of all, he’s my brother, and second of all I don’t appreciate you eavesdropping on a private conversation.”

“Private?” My eyes widened, “You’re not exactly being quiet Charlie, I’m sure the whole airport can hear you!”

“We’ll we’re not staying here another second anyway,” Charlie snapped and tugged at Ray’s hand, “Ray wants to go somewhere else where there’s been no crashes, which is impossible because all airlines have crashed at some point or another but that does not mean they’re unsafe.”

“Qantas,” Ray mumbled, rocking from side to side.

“Qantas?” My brow rose.

“Qantas never crashed,” he explained quietly.

“Qantas. Well that’s-“ Charlie threw his hands up in frustration, “I mean that’s gonna do me a lot of good Ray! You see Qantas doesn’t fly out to LA, you’ve got to get to Melbourne!”

“Hey,” people around us were beginning to stare and I didn’t like the way Charlie’s voice was rising, “Here him out-“

“Melbourne Australia in order to get the plane to fly to Los Angeles! Do you hear me?” He bent low so that he was eye level with Ray and I grabbed his arm.

“Stop talking to him like he’s a child!” I argued as Ray began to mumble useless facts to himself. Yes, the situation was awkward and Ray could’ve been a little easier to handle but Charlie was going about this all wrong; yelling was only going to make it worse.

“Look I haven’t got time to be arguing with you and him at the same time!” My face flushed with angered heat as he yelled, “Keep your nose out of other peoples business!”

“It’s kinda hard to when you’re screaming at your brother and making this whole thing difficult,” I snapped back as a muscle in Charlie’s jaw twitched.

“You and I are going to get on this fucking plane!” He turned away from me and grabbed Ray’s arm, “Come on let’s go!”

Ray protested as Charlie dragged him along and I cut in, “Leave him alone! Forcing him isn’t going to-“

Ray let out a screeching cry and slammed his hand against his head. My hands flew to my mouth as people stared in our direction and Ray began to scream louder and louder.

“We’re not going to take the plane,” Charlie murmured quietly as he grabbed Ray’s arm, preventing him from hurting himself, “He’s okay! He’s okay everybody!”

A few people stepped forward and Charlie assured them Ray was fine with a tight lipped smile, “He’s okay. We’re not getting on the plane, just relax.”

I tentatively touched Ray’s shoulder as he calmed down, his breathing regulating as he stared at the floor. My heart was hammering in its cage and I looked back in forth between Charlie and Ray.

Charlie looked at me with a saddened expression, his shoulders tilted in defeat as he murmured, “We’re not getting on the plane Ray, we’re not going to fly. Okay?”

Ray looked up, “We’re not going to fly.”

Charlie bent low to pick up some of the luggage that had fallen, “You tire me Ray.”

“Yeah.”

I shook my head, “Dont blame him, you’re the one who-“

“Will you do us all a favour and shut the hell up?!” Charlie’s fists tightened as he stared down at me, “Who even are you? Why the fuck do you even care so much? Just leave me and my brother the hell alone!”

Fuck. Him.

“All I was trying to do was help because you clearly needed it,” my teeth clenched together, “You have no idea how to take care of someone like-“

“Someone like what?” His head cocked to the side, “Someone like what hm?”

I swallowed and Charlie turned towards his brother, “that’s what I thought. We’re going to drive to Los Angeles, we’re going to drive to LA.”

The two of them were never going to survive in one car together for that journey but there wasn’t much I could do. Charlie began to walk back towards the exit whilst Ray stood still and stared at that same spot on the ground.

“Okay come on Ray,” Charlie spun and slammed his fist against his luggage, creating an echoing bang, “Come on.”

My blood simmered as Charlie offered his brother the bag, “We’re not going to fly just take the fucking bag.”

I Bit back my reply as Charlie and Ray began to make their way out. People were still staring and I knew my face was hot and bothered from all the arguing. God I hated people like Charlie, who always thought they knew best and refused to think otherwise.

“You’re killing me Ray…I just want you to know you are killing me,” Charlie uttered, “We could’ve been in LA in three hours, now it’s going to take me three days.”

My eyes narrowed, “Would it kill you to just shut your mouth for one second and stop complaining?”

Charlie’s body stiffened before he turned his head and spoke over his shoulder, “Fuck. You.”

He spoke in a ridiculing tone as though he was talking to a toddler and my head felt like it was going to explode. Before I could do something I was going to regret, I reclaimed my spot in the line and tried to forget the last five minutes. How could someone like Charlie be looking after Ray? How was it even possible? I sighed heavily and took my spot on the plane, my heart finally calming down as I sat still.

What a way to start my mini holiday - an argument with a random stranger in the airport. I felt a headache growing and pinched the bridge of my nose. I couldn’t let this ruin everything, I hadn’t even left yet.

One of the flight attendants began to make their announcements and I straightened in my seat, “I know this isn’t ideal, but unfortunately all flights to LA have been cancelled as the plane journey has been deemed unsafe.”

Instantly, the people on board erupted into chaos and I felt my own chest burning with annoyance. What did that even mean? Deemed unsafe? The flight attendant tried to speak over the uproar and yelled to get our attention.

“Nobody is able to fly to LA because there’s been a problem with the route pilots usually take,” there was an angry murmur from the crowd and the flight attendant waited for silence before she continued, “however at this airline we understand that some of you had booked hotels and arranged places to stay there in LA already.”

Was I going to get a refund? Charlie had mentioned that the drive to LA would be three days but I didn’t even have a car - could I ask a friend? I had a few in mind but I didn’t want to be a burden to any of them.

“So, we have booked rooms for each and every one of you in a nearby hotel for the week, so you can make new arrangements and cancel your plans. The details have been sent to you and we’ll welcome any questions-“

People began to argue once more and I couldn’t stand the noise, let alone with a growing head ache. Passengers had begun collecting their things and I stood up before the rows got too crowded. Unable to wipe the frown off my face, I stormed past the flight attendant with my luggage and descended the plane.

One week in a crappy hotel? They thought that would make up for me being late to my sisters wedding? I groaned in frustration and tipped my head back. This could not be happening, could this day actually get any worse?!

I unlocked my phone to see the airline had sent an email with directions and information to the new hotel. I had nowhere else to go for the night and if it was free, then I might as well go for it. I’d worry about the wedding and how I was going to get to LA tomorrow, right now I just needed sleep.

Much much needed sleep.

The shower water splattered down onto my face and I closed my eyes to relish in the feeling. I’d checked in at the hotel and my room wasn’t as bad as I’d feared - there were two beds, a desk, and a small tv in the far corner. I only planned on staying here for the night but I appreciated the effort the airline had put in. I could only imagine the cost of booking so many hotel rooms.

I sighed and turned the water off. I needed to shower to clear my head and stop stressing about LA. I was going to get there someday or another, I just had to figure out how. Luckily it was only Tuesday, and the wedding was on Saturday. Even if I drove, I’d make it on time. I just needed a car.

How hard could it be? I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out of the shower, my hair wet and slick against my back. There was a shuffling noise from outside and I turned, but there was nothing there except my reflection in the mirror.

I raked my hand through my tousled hair and stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were dark with fatigue and it was a strain to stand still instead of collapsing with exhaustion. I’d changed my whole sleep schedule so I wouldn’t sleep on the plane but now everything was ruined and all my lack of sleep was catching up on me. I feigned a yawn and turned towards the bedroom.

The door swung open and I screamed as a man walked through. He also yelled in confusion and quickly slammed the bathroom door closed again.

What the actual fuck?

I leaned against the bathroom door and listened to the man pacing around outside. Why was he in my hotel room? Wait, how did he even get in my hotel room?

I looked down to see the towel was still hanging loosely on my body and wondered if he’d seen me naked? When id screamed, my hand had slipped but I don’t think I’d flashed him.

God this was so embarrassing. The man knocked on the door and I startled back, heat flaming my cheeks.

“Excuse me miss?” His voice was muffled from the other side of the door, “I’m so sorry to have walked in.”

My brow furrowed, “It’s alright…I’d appreciate it if you’d leave though so I can come out. It is my room.”

There was a moment of silence, “I’m sorry but I think you’re mistaken. I’ve got my message here from the airline, stating that room 101 belongs to me and my brother.”

“And whom would that be?” I rolled my eyes.

“Charlie and Raymond Babbitt.”

I stopped breathing as my hand clamped on the door handle and pushed down. Sure enough Charlie was standing outside my bathroom with his hands flexed on either side of the doorframe, caging me in. His eyes widened as he recognised me from the airport and my own eyes glared up at him in pure hatred.

Was this some kind of joke? A prank to get back at me after our argument? I opened my mouth to yell but he looked just as angry as me, his hands in fists and his face hot.

“Fuck no,” he seethed, “Me. You. Front office. Now.”

[bingoboingobongo]

my kaleidoscope thoughts/review

(spoilers under the cut. also im still shocked so this shit makes no sense)

holy shit holy shit HOLY SHIT WHAT TJE FYCK HOLY SHJT OHMFG HOLY SHIT KALEIDOSCOPE IS A FUCKING PRODIGY WHAT THE FYCK THAG SHIT ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY WTF WTF WTF HELP OMFG IM IN SHOCK I XANT WHAY BELP MDNSJSJJS NO FUCKING WAY THAY WAS FUCKING INSANE WHAT THE FUCK NUGGETS SHIT BALLS LOLOLAPOOLAZA WAS THAT WHAT THE FUCK IK IN AWE GIANCARLO ESPOSITIO SERVES AS DUCKING ALWAYS GOLY MOLY BAJJSJSJS SOMEONE CALL TJE FUCMING COPS WHAT OMG I NEED TI BREATHE WHAT?????? EBVRLEPQICOJSJSJD

holy shit okay so um Jesus Christ I'm fucking fahahsh that was easily the best experience I've ever had omg that's giving money heist a run for their money holy crap okay um

alright so ngl when i heard the concept of showing episodes in random order I was hyped and i wanted it to be hype but tbh i kinda expected it to be ass and omfg damn this show was so good wtf. that being said, the episodes in random order didn't exactly have much impact on the story but it was a fun idea and i liked it in the end. at first i was worried, especially when i got to the after the heist episodes (which showed right before the white episode for me) bc in my mind i was like okay but like ik the outcome so like what's the point but damn was i wrong bc oml the twists Jesus Christ that shit had me in a damn pretzel.

alright so like my thought process. So i saw the pink episode right before the white one, and first can I just say that even tho i didn't like bob im glad he got to see his pink sand beaches even tho it was technically blood but whatever. anyways omfg tho did judy ditch Stan? I think so idek anyways that's irrelevant rn. okay so i was literally devastated when ava died i love her but also it definitely wasn't as bad as money heist so I'll live. BHT OMFG LEO'S DEATH BRUH I THOUGHT RJ KILLED HIM BUT IT WAS SALAS' SON BRAD?????? WTF THAT SHIT CAME OUT SO OUT OF LEFT FIEKD OMG JSHSJSJS

like i saw the shirt and i was like hmm that's kinda a nerdy shirt it seems like something rj might wear. AND THEN IT WAS BRAD TJE SON WEARING IT IN THE WHITE EPISODE. AND THEN RJ FUCKING DIED AND THEN IT WAS JUDY THAT FUCKING KILLED HIM BUT THEN SHE SORTA KILLED BOB LIKE WHAT THE FUCK OMG MY BRAIN MY JAW WAS LIKE GONE LIKE OMGJSSJJSJS

like ngl in the beginning I wasn't vibing with judy but then she killed rj and i really wasn't vibing BUT THEN SHE KILLED BOB AND MAYBE I WAS VIBING????

omfg and THEN HANNAH CAME IN AND HIT CARLOS AND THEN TOOK ALL THE MONEY LIKE WHAT JSJSJS AND LIKE IK ITS FIR THE BEST BECAUSE THE CREW PROBABLY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED BY THE TRIPLETS IF SHE DIDN'T BUT GAWD DAMN LIKE I WAS LOW-KEY HIGHKEY SAD LIKE TF

OMG AND THE FUCKING FEDEX GUY BRUHHSHAJS AND HER SISTER BRJSJSJS IM LITERALLY NSJSJSJSN WHAT

also her hair and her black suit in that one outfit remind me of natasha Romanoff so bad omfg

KSJSJJSJS AND THEN BOB USED THE PEN HE STOLE TO SAVE HIMSELF BITCH THIS SHIT WAS LIKE TWNETY BAZILLION CHEKHOV'S GUNS

IT WAS CHEKHOV'S FUCKING GUN RANGE TF LIKE OMG IM ACTUALLY IN LOVE SHOUT OUT TO ERIC GARCIA OR ERIC GARZA MAN I DONT REMEMBER TOJR LASY NAME BUT THIS SHIT SLAPPED GOD DAWM EXPECTATION FUCKING EXCEEDED BEHWJAJSJJSJSJSJS

holy shit holy shit AND WHEN THE FUCKING MACAU AD WENT OFF DAMN KUDOS TO AVA BC I WOJLD HAVE BURST OJT LAUGHING JESUS CHRISR TNO IT WAS SO GOOD

ngl tho idek if it actually randomizes the order u watch it in i started out with the jail episode with stan and ray tho so idk tell me if u guys get anything different

[ayyponine]

oaugh the epic highs and lows of

being gay :) but cant do pride bc gotta work :( but it’s a quiet day :) but still feel tired after :( but deciding to go to local music festival :) alone :( but dancing and enjoying the music :) feeling kinda like a loser :( moving more into the crowd to feel more connected and unexpectedly running into colleagues :) it’s the two colleagues you worked with today. they arranged to meet up and made zero mention of that to you :( but reassure that youre welcome to join and say u look so pretty so that feels good fr a while :) until its suddenly over and they all go home which is the direction opposite of yours :( you decide to go past the first aid ppl to thank them fr the free ear plugs you got frm them :) they clearly dont care :( you walk home and it’s nice it feels nice you notice the green lights frm a fancy aptmt entryway and look to yr side to view it :) and notice a guy is following you :( he goes past :) and then tries to start a conversation :( u think u get rid of him despite the repeated pressing fr more info & him wanting to walk u further home (we already passed home! and feel bad having to be kinda rude abt it but a hard no is needed obv) :)) but then you halt on yr wrong way to see if it’s safe to double back and catch him looking back at you frm the other side of the road! :(( so just keep going into an alley thinking you can cut through a lil park to circle back to the road you were originally on :) but the park is closed :( cutting through a park past 11 pm probably wouldnt have been the best idea anyway :)) esp since you hear someone calling hey girl hey lady behind you :((( make it to the end of the alley :’’) look back and sure enough it’s the guy how did he catch up so fast :(( at least this is a busier road and theres scattered groups of ppl passing by :) so theres some witnesses as you loudly state like hey man. saying youre going in one direction. and then following me all this way. not cool. i said no. so drop it. this aint it. but then the people passing by just keep on walking minding their own business :((( and you fuck off into a side street and it LOOKS like hes staying put thank fuck? :) so you RUN back to the street you need to be looking back constantly ;((( but not seeing him :) you think :( making it back p quick :) but a car passes by just as you enter w someone w the same colour shirt in it and even if you rationally know its comign frm a different direction and esp w u running it wouldnt make sense fr him to be in there STILL you feel sick fr a second thinking this pushy guy lurkin around just might have clocked exactly at which place you let yrself in so wuaaahg

[dadfag]

bruh

[r4in-nsfw]

PUNZ NSFW ALPHABET

Not sure for the next one if i should do Sub!Karl or Dom!Karl so lmk

NSFW UNDER CUT

also as of tomorrow I will be taking a month break from tumblr for my mental health, but when i come back i'll be better than ever

A-aftercare

Because he's such a rough person, the aftercare is so soft it gives you a toothache, he's grabbing you ice for the bruises he left, feeding you and giving you water, praising you for how well you did for him. 'did so fucking well love, so good for me' rubbing your sides and playing with your hair as you cuddle.

B-body part

Boobies, he loves big boobies. tit fucking them too, he loves just laying on them, he could suffocate if he really wanted too. loves when your wearing low cut shirts too, stares at them for hours

C-cum

Literally loves breeding you, cumming inside you is number one but he'll also cum on your tits, painting them and seeing his marks on you. the thought could make him cum untouched.

D-dirty talk

My mans alwaysss dirty talking you, mumbling stuff to you to get you riled up. he loves seeing how weak it makes you. 'such a disgusting slut yeah? gonna fucking mark you up doll. make you all mine'

E-experience

im gonna just say when he met u was the biggest manwhore ever, hooked up with everyone, so he has tons of experience. but as soon as you two became official he became so devoted to you it kinda worried you

F-favorite posistion

COWGIRL OML THAT MAN LOVES WHEN U RIDE HIM. Another one is doggy, grabbing your ass and leaving moon shaped marks on your hips when he grabs them <3

G-goofy

nah nah, he's not goofy, hes super serious, especially when he's super needy, just ripping your clothes off without a word. other times he'll crack a joke here and there. but yeah most times hes so focused he completely forgets about everything else

H-hair

Um tbh i don't think he cares enough to shave alot, he trims sometimes. but he doesn't really care. occasionally he'll shave because i can get annoying sometimes

I-intimacy

Yknow, sometimes he'll be super intimate, taking his time, whispering soft praising words but other times he's not so intimate. and literally just destroying you..

J-jerking off

I don't think he cares about how much he jerks off, but he does quite a bit, he also struggles a bit with porn which you try to help him with by sending him pics of you or when ur available jerking him off yourself.

K-kink

Tbh, him being a Hard!dom in my opinion, i think hes really into temp play, Breeding, Public play, Orgasm Control/Denial, Pain play, and maybe even pet play if your down for that.

L-location

Mans will take you anywhere, but like anyone, he prefers the privacy of his or your bedrooms.

M-motivation

What really gets him going is when you kiss his neck, he loves the sloppy, half-hearted kisses you give him when your tired or in the mood, just drives him crazy.

N-NO

Literally nothing, he's up for anything tbh, like he'll do pretty much whatever you wanna try.

O-oral

actual prefers when he gives u head, literally gets so pussy drunk, eating you out for hours as you cum on his face over and over. also loves when u go down on him, when you look up at him with a innocent look in your eyes. ugh he could die from just that.

P-pace

Fast, usually really fast and rough, taking you from behind he'd garb your wrist and pull them back for leverage to thrust faster. god he loves fucking you into the mattress so roughly. but some days you guys just need some soft sex. like everyone does.

Q-quickie

Not to big a fan of them. but if he needs to he will. he'd much rather take his time and do all the things he wants to you.

R-risk

When it comes to trying new things he's all for it. but sometimes if things don't go well he'll apologize profusely. making you giggle 'its not your fault baby'

S-stamina

mans has so much stamina its crazy, could go for round after round till you can't fucking speak.

T-toy

he doesn't really use toys, but he has a few for you when you want them. he just doesn't see the point in them. like why would u get toys when u have him? thats his mindset.

U-unfair

oh my god he's always teasing you. running his hands up your bare skin, watching you squirm and plead for him. loves seeing what a mess his small touches do to you. literally drives him nuts.

V-volume

Not really loud, he'll whisper vulgar things to you under his breath and occasional curses and groans will fall from him. 'god so dirty for me, you like the way i stretch you? huh?'

W-wild card

As already said he watches porn, and has totally paid for it before even though he tried to deny it.

X- Xray

he's uncircumcised, pretty average with a slight curve to his cock. not big but its there.

Y-yearning

mans sex drive is so high, he could fuck you everyday if you let him, which most times you do, like said he could go for multiple rounds as well.

Z-zzz (how fast they fall asleep)

He stays up a lot actually, making sure your ok before taking care of himself. always wants to make sure your safe and comfortable first.

[bigwishes]

Hey mate!

Wanted to see your take on a story where a bloke goes to a BDSM shop and gets tricked into being strapped up and turned into a huge leather bear. Force fed till his belly is a ball, his balls hanging so low they hit the floor when he sits down. And locked into thick leather and skinhead gear so he's sweating forever. A proper nasty bear 🐻 made against his will. Go mental mate! Nastier the better, as ya damn well know innit!

Sure I could write that story for you, but first I think we should turn our attention to you. I see you are trying to gain weight, around 207lbs not bad, definitely a step towards your goal but I get the feeling you should do some research on some weight gain supplements who knows, you might find exactly what you are looking for. As your fingers guide themselves along your keyboard, almost as if you are in a trance you find something called "Bull Factory" promising great gains in a short amount of time, you click order not paying attention to where it is from.

A few days later a package arrives at your doorstep, you had forgotten you had even ordered it. Opening the box there was a small vial smaller than your thumb nail, barely able to fit the big bold letters "Bull Factory" written on the side. Following the instructions in the box you drip the few drops in the bottle into your favourite cake shake. "$60 for 3 tiny drops? this better work"

You take a sip and within seconds you felt your stomach bubbling and your skin crawling. You let out a monstrous belch and grab your stomach. Your fingers sink into your gut as more flesh forms, the muscle tightens around your bones and your entire body expands. 290, 350, 470, 530, 621 P O U N D S!!. You pulling your heaping mass of the floor and stumble to the mirror.

"Holy **Buurp** shit" your gut gurgles forcing you to belch every few seconds. "what else could I order" was the first thought that came to your mind, you rush back to your laptop, or rather quickly waddle to it. Checking your search history you easily find the order and see what else you can purchase. Lots of these 'potions' come up but one grabs your attention "Bear-y Good Time" promising extreme hair growth and increased armpit sweat. You try to click order but you are greeted with a red box saying "pick up in store". Non of the little bottled miracles could be ordered to your door, not even the first one you used. Checking the map you see its barely a 5 minute walk to the store...Red Lamp Miracles.

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Swinging open the door to the store your squeeze your massive frame inside the door. Your shirt struggling to contain your chest leaving your stomach fully exposed you let out a massive belch like thunder. Taking a look around you see that the store is a BDSM shop filled with all sorts of gear, some stuff you've never even seen before.

"sorry mate, reverse potions are $400 and they don't work after 7 days" A twunky looking clerk says barely looking up from his magazine.

"no..I..don't..want.." you struggled to get the words out as a burp would cut off every other word.

"oh, your the guy that managed to order the Bull Factory, sorry mate you aren't meant to order them, we give a free turn back if people regret their choice before leaving, the gas will settle in a few hours"

You waddle your hulking frame to the counter "one bear-y good time"

The clerk looks up at you and smiles noticing your whole frame "oh, you are one massive lad, and you want all that hair and stink too....wanna fuck me whilst you start to reek?"

Completely stunned by the slutty guy, you manically begin to nod.

You are led into the back room, and handed a small vile and a set of clothes. You down the vile without a second thought not even reading the label. Barely able to bend your massive body you change as hair sprouts from your body, by the time you are finished a massive wave of heat and stench erupts from your body making your eyes water.

"hey big guy, gonna keep me waiting?" you hear from outside the back room changing area.

You quickly waddle out opening the curtain to see the twunk changed into dom gear with a small metal chair in the middle of the room.

"Want one more magical surprise free of charge? SIT DOWN"

The chair looks like it wouldn't hold you but you did as you were told, you should play alone to get more of, whatever this is, especially if it's free. Besides, who doesn't want a lil size difference punishment. You sit down and spread your legs waiting for the clerk to show you the key to your next transformation. The clerk puts a chain and padlock around your neck, it causes your entire body to freeze, stiffer than stone.

"The little gadget will make sure you do as your told" He pulls out a cigar that looks like it would jam your mouth open, he stuffs it in your mouth and lights it "smoke it all my big bull"

Your dick gets rock solid and you begin to smoke the cigar.

But...something feels...off...wrong. With each breath the cigar rapidly shrinks, faster than any cigar, its burning quickly. As it shortens so does something else. 6, 5, you begin to realise what is happens as you feels your crotch become loose, 4, 3, you beg to be told to stop but you cant and all that can be heard is your muffled voice against the butt of the cigar, 2, 1, the cigar had completely vanished from your mouth, nothing was left. You winced knowing the fate of your manhood.

"y-you can turn it back right" you sheepishly ask

"it would be easier than shrinking it, but I'm not going to, you are gonna make me so much money bull boy" The clerk shoves a small clear tube in your dick and whispers in your ear. "don't stop cuming"

as you moan out the clerk drops another elixir down your throat. You feel as your balls fill and balloon out, almost like they are going to exploded and cum is forced out of your tiny shrimp and down the pipe.

trapped in your moaning, unable to move you something shoved in your mouth to the back of your throat, wedging your mouth open.

"we need to make sure you are well fed so you don't run out" The clerk says turning the tap on a tank.

A tasteless paste begins being pumped in your mouth as you moan for freedom and from the endless orgasm. You sat in that tiny chair as the clerk covers you in leather gear, sealing you inside, a gas mask covers your face and small rubber pipes are shoved up your nostrils. A stench, your stench is being pumped into your head as your only oxygen supply.

"I'm going to use you to make so many elixirs" the clerk says shutting the door, leaving you there.

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A few hours or maybe even days passed. The suit was completely sealed shut, your sweat was filling up all the excess space and it had reached you chin. The door swung open as the clerk marched in,

"hey big guy, wanted to show you what I was able to make because of you, I lost my last factory and business was down, but thanks to you I can start making money again" The clerk presses his phone with an image to the eye of the suit.

"Can you believe this dom stud was a twinky bitch a few hours ago, turns out the son of a billionaire will pay a shit tonne of money to become a dominate muscle bro, him and his friends have put some orders in and I can finally start taking orders again because of you"

The twunky clerk climbs up on your frozen body "now sit back and enjoy being an elixir factory you grotesque bull"

The clerk leaves the room, shutting the big metal door behind him. The sweat in your suit climbs up more, over your face and around your head, it burns your eyes as it fills in and distorts your view of the world outside the eye glass. You are stuck, frozen suspended in your own sweat producing the key ingredient for the shops elixirs.

The clerk's words echo in your head "enjoy being an elixir factory". Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your mind begins to change, begins to melt away. Any thoughts of escape or going back to normal are gone, and you are left with only one thought.

"you are no longer a man, you are a machine, a factory, forever"

You sure got your wish mate, a guy went under a massive forced transformation and is now trapped in gear inside a BDSM store, it just so happens that guy is you...although calling you a guy might be a bit much as you aren't a person anymore, merely a factory made of flesh and made to produce.