#run-for-funner

[natandacat]

Anyone else thinking about a late 70s/80s era where a severely relapsing louis seeks out a daniel whose addiction has just gotten worse post-interview, featuring the worst bender in vampire and human recent history intermingled with a truly toxic and codependent romance... and of course who's there, with mop and mindlessness, to clean it up... by erasing their memories once again...

[luffysprincess]

Today was such a long and busy day but a really good one and im very thankful for that ᰔ

[boymagicalgirl]

it's funny how i despise Sakuya's time-stop gimmick but have a lot of fun with Youmu's time-slowing gimmick

[alvinmichaelmurphyseville]

"I am baaack and ready to rock Winter Break next week!"

"But first, I wanna RUN outside in the cold until I am ready for hot cocoa!"

"BRING ON THE HOLIDAY FUUUN!!!!"

[saeraas]

UMISHO WHY DIDNT YOU SWITCH TO HC

[sarayashikidays]

I TRULEY wish the anime didn't fuck my brain up when I watch more than one episode and cover my face when I know an attack animation is coming up, I want to see Kurama change his outfits that much so I can think of how and why

[satanicspinosaurus]

I don't think I've ever seen a better argument for "Hey, why did Gale think he had a chance?"

Aldiirn showing up to all those long rest events dressed like this

[avis-writeshq]

hi! could i request track one with spencer reid where reader gets drunk and needy for spencer 😭 but he denies (cuz yk shes drunk) and just takes care of him please? thank you!

off my face — spencer reid

summary: “i’m off my face in love with you.” in which reader gets drunk and spencer has to nurse her back to health. pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: rated 16+ for allusions to smut, reader gets drunk, reader wears lipstick and a dress, mentions of throwing up [not in detail], spencer being sickeningly perfect, lots of pet names, inspired by that one video of matthew. you know which one i’m talking about. a/n: i er… got carried away because i love this trope 😔 i am in fact obsessed wc: 1.23k

It’s too loud. Granted, it’s a club; it’s supposed to be loud. Spencer cringes a little as the music somehow manages to get even louder and he sips at his coke. He has your purse in his lap and he’s also manning your drink like a guard dog; moving himself to the furthest seat in the booth that is away from the crowd. Your inevitable return is a lot sooner than he expected, and he watches with amusement as you slide into the booth and curl into his side, reaching for your drink. 

“Have fun?” Spencer asks with a soft laugh, one arm wrapping around your shoulders as he presses a kiss to the top of you head. 

“Mm,” you hum in affirmation, eagerly sipping at the sugary concoction in front of you. “Would’ve been funner with you, baby.”

He laughs louder at that, rolling his eyes teasingly and squeezing at the flesh of your waist. “You know it wouldn’t have been.”

“Bet you’d be real sexy with all that sweat dripping off you,” you coo, your voice sickeningly sweet as your fingers move to toy with the buttons of his shirt. 

Your fingers are wet with the condensation from the chilled glass of your cocktail and they brush against the sensitive skin of his collarbone. A shudder runs down his spine at the contact, and his cheeks grow hot. His hand finds your wrist and he holds it firmly, but not enough to hurt. 

“Don’t,” he says, half jokingly half seriously as he moves his head to track your gaze. “How much have you had to drink, angel?”

You ignore the question, moving your fingers upward to brush against a blooming purple mark near his collar. A pout rests on your lips as you gesture to it, a frown forming on your face. “Who gave this to you?”

He bristles, moving the flap of his collar to cover the bruise. “You did. This morning.”

“Oh yeah!” The smile returns to your face awfully fast and a giggle bubbles up from your throat. “You love me.”

“I do,” he agrees, kissing your head again. 

Your expression is all too gleeful as you move your head just at the right time so that he lips would meet yours. He pulls away after a brief moment, about to say something else, when you effectively cut him off by pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. 

“Angel– sweetheart, you’re very drunk,” he says gently, prying your needy fingers away and holding them firmly in his hand. 

“Nuh uh,” you deny, leaning forward again and kissing his neck right where you left a mark earlier that morning. 

He jolts at the contact, pulling away as pink rises to his cheeks. “We’re not doing this while you’re drunk, honey.”

You blatantly ignore him, maneuvering yourself so that you’s practically half on his lap with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. He doesn’t mind the attention, per se. He just feels incredibly guilty about enjoying it when you’re loopy from all the cocktails you have had. You’re pressing kisses against his cheeks while your hands play with the collar of his shirt, tugging at the purple tie you chose earlier that day and there are lipstick stains all over his skin. He’s well aware of it; bright red with a sticky residue and he will forever not understand how you can wear it all the time. 

His tie has come undone entirely and you pull at his shirt to kiss dangerously close to his collarbone. 

“Okay–” he’s flushing scarlet and he doesn’t dare meet the eyes of anyone in the team. “Okay, baby, that’s enough. Let’s get you home.”

“Ooh,” you giggle, wiggling your eyebrows with insinuation.

“You need sleep.” He says it sternly, although you don’t seem to grasp the concept. 

“What kind of sleep?” You ask, winking. 

He shakes his head, amused and exasperated, as he rebuttons his shirt and reties his tie. “The REM kind. Come on, angel. Say good night to your friends.”

You giggle tiredly, waving goodbye to your friends. Penelope looks absolutely hammered, wiggling her eyebrows at you with an expression full of insinuation. Emily is smirking in your direction, swirling her martini around before taking a sip. JJ looks equally elated, snickering softly as she holds onto Will’s arm. 

Spencer ushers you gently into his car, leaning over the console to open the glove box on your side and brandishing a packet of micellar water wipes. He takes out two for himself before passing the rest of them to you.

“For your makeup,” he explains, wiping the lipstick marks off his cheeks. “I’ll help you with your skincare when we get home, alright?”

You’re in love. It isn’t long before he’s helping you up the stairs of his apartment and sitting you gently on the couch. Your eyes are droopy and it seems like the sugar high from your cocktails is wearing off. Spencer runs his fingers through your hair gently while he holds a glass of cold water to your lips, urging you to drink. You only do it to appease him and once he’s satisfied with your water intake, he’s reaching for the zip of your dress.

“Someone’s needy,” you coo, giggling as he pulls it down to just below your ribcage. “Gonna rough me up?”

“No.” He answers it swiftly, and had you been sober your heart would have split in two. He continues, “I’m going to put you in something more comfortable and then you’re going to sleep.”

“Boring.”

“No, it’s not– it’s not boring,” he flounders, his cheeks growing hotter at your words. He can’t believe he’s arguing with a drunk person. “It’s not boring, baby, it’s safe. Alcohol is a neuro inhibitor. There’s a reason why you can’t drink and drive and it’s because the brain’s neural activity patterns are suppressed or blocked. That’s also the reason why you can’t ask a drunk person for consent; they don’t know or understand what’s going on around them.”

You’ve half fallen asleep at his explanation, the sleeves of your dress falling down your arms and a shiver runs down your spine. “So we’re not going to be partaking in passionate steamy love making?”

“No, we’re not,” he confirms, pulling your favourite pair of cotton pyjamas over your head. It’s a pale pink set with little bows prints all over it and a lacy collar. “Lift your hips for me, angel, I need to get the shorts on you.”

You comply, kicking the dress off into some forbidden corner of the room and Spencer takes this chance to slip the matching shorts onto your legs and up your thighs. The rest of the night is smooth sailing from there– he has successfully applied your skincare in such a way that you would be singing his praises. He has also managed to get you to drink another cup of water, and even though you’re going to wake up complaining about the fact you need to pee. He’d rather you complain about that instead of some raging headache. 

Spencer climbs under the covers next to you, pulling you into his chest and kissing your shoulder. A soft snore leaves your lips and he can’t help but chuckle. Passed out, as expected. 

“Good night, angel,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you tight. “See you in the morning.”

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[sakachichi]

Drabble!Choso

Lazy Sundays are the best, just lounging around in your pajamas binge watching a random show or movie all day, cuddling with your dear boyfriend, it’s the best feeling.

You laid in between Choso’s legs, a blanket covering the two of you, the blinds were shut and the AC was on full blast. Choso had napped like 2 or 3 times already. You just laid there eyes glued to the tv, snuggling up towards your boyfriend when it got too cold. This was the ideal Sunday for you two, no plans, no rush, just literal vibes :p.

“I’m bored.” He mumbles, fingers running through your hair. “What do you wanna do?” You ask him, setting down your phone to look up at him, batting your lashes as you wait for him to answer.

“I don’t know…” he ponders, gears shifting in his head as his eyes wander around the room. He stays silent for a moment before his lips curl into a small smirk, “can I eat you out?” He wiggles his eyebrows. You giggle, sitting up now, “really? That’s you wanna do?” You ask and he nods.

“You don’t wanna play just dance or something?” You suggest, although you would really like to feel his lips on your now throbbing cunt. Choso rolls his eyes playfully, “yeahh, but eating you out is way more funner. Whadda y’say?” He flashes you a dorky smile before you sigh and nod, pretending like it’s such a burden. He lays down flat and motions you with his fingers to sit on his face, “c’mon doll, right here.” He smiles excitedly. You shimmy out of your panties before waddling over to his face, knees now on either side of his head, pussy in full view right in front of him — fluttering and glistening just right. His hands find their way to your hips, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip before latching onto your sensitive clit — sucking on the bundle of nerves so deliciously it instantly has you rolling your eyes back.

“Oh, ffffuck.” You gasp, hips softly rutting against his face, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your sweet essence coats hits his tastes buds and he hums as he savors the taste, fucking his tongue inside you for more. His mouth works wonders on your pussy, not leaving a single inch untouched. “Yesyesyes~ right there baby!” You're a complete mess by now, riding his face as you chase your orgasm. And it’s not long before your trembling before him as he nurses your climax so perfectly, “good fucking girl.” He rasps against you, giving your ass a small slap before helping you off of him. “Backshots?” He suggests, and honestly he doesn’t even need to ask because you’re already waiting there with your ass in the air, waiting for him to pull his dick out.

In no time he was already putting in his tip, pussy already so slick and perfect for him to ease in. The whole time the two of you are giggling, enjoying these intimate moments with each other, so raw and beautiful there’s no room for embarrassment. “ ‘love you so much, baby.” He grunts as he’s slamming his hips forcefully against yours, the grip of his fingers almost bruising you. You nod as you hum, to cock-drunk to even say full sentences, “m-me too, mhn!”

The boredom was instantly cured, pleasure consuming your bodies beautifully, cumming so hard it damn near knocked the two of you out. Afterwards both of you collapsed in each other’s arms, drifting off in each other’s arms, but not before sharing some more giggles and kisses. The best way to spend your Sunday.

BACKSHOTSSSS 😛 anyways happy Sunday primas, this is literally me today, I’ve been rotting…alive. Anyways hoped u enjoyed this silly drab lol also ignore the typos I’ll fix it later lol 😛

[badbihsemiluvr]

summer temptations 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

semi (player 380) x female reader

!! cw/tw!! public sex, degrading, f!ngering, slight public nudity, getting caught

overview: you’ve done a lot of crazy things in your life, but you never imagined having hot tub s3x with your girlfriend semi, would be one of them. and getting caught, by your own family.

!! an !! hi sorry if there are any grammar errros, wrote this in a few hours!! intentionally lowercase, lmk if yall want a pt 2 or sum

the moonlight glistening on the beautiful beach, as you and your girlfriend semi sat alone in the resort hot tub.

it had been a long day at the beach with your family and semi. you caught semi looking at your wet body, her eyes black and glossy, filled with lust. “what’s the matter baby?” you say tilting your head seductively.

she motioned you to sit on her lap, you comply, straddling your body over hers. semi grabs your waist and whispers in your ear “you know what you were doing to me wearing that tiny bikini, today.” she says fiddling with the straps of your bikini top, barely covering your breasts.

you can barely look semi in the eyes, your gaze stays down locked on semis wet body, her abs glistening under the light of the hot tub. you bite your lip and look up into her eyes. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know my cute bathing suit would get you this horny.” with a slight laugh.

semi mutters “it was impossible to control myself, all day, around your family. your a slut for this.” your gaze shifts away from hers, a bit flustered. “i’m sorry” you say, not really meaning it.

semi grabs your chin and makes you look her in the eyes “no, don’t be sorry princess. you can make it up to me.” she says with a wink. your eyes scan the area, making sure no one is watching this intimate moment, between you two.

you whisper “semi, not - not here, right?” timidly. semi says in a serious tone “why not, no one is here? plus, who cares, it’s funner this way.” a slight smirk forming on her lips. passion takes over your body as semi whispers in your ears and her hands slither all over your wet body.

“i mean, who could it hurt, if we did it right here?” you say shyly. “that’s my girl.” semi says as her lips crash passionately onto yours, the kiss heating up by the second. your hands wrap around semi’s neck as your hips grinds against hers.

semi breaks the kiss, looking you in the eye “this needy, already? god your such a whore.” you nod, biting your lip. she starts sucking on your neck, leaving love marks everywhere. you let out light, soft moans as she sucks your sensitive skin. making sure no one can hear the two of you.

“your gonna have to be quiet, or else.” semi says, not an ounce of joking around in her voice. she grabs your boobs, and plants hickeys on the exposed skin of your breasts. “such a slutty outfit for a beach day with family, brave huh?” you nod your head, grabbing her messy black hair, as her lips graze over your nipples.

she moves her hand down your body, grabbing your thighs and ass aggressively, making your whole body flinch. semi meddles with the straps of your tiny bikini bottoms. rubbing her long fingers over your clothed cunt. “ah already this wet for me, you really have no patience?” semi whispers in your ear.

she pulls your bikini bottoms slightly to the side, just enough for her to access you. the touch of her cold fingers mixed with the hot water, made you moan. semi moves her free hand up to cover your mouth “what the fuck did i tell you? stay quiet.” you bite your lip, in attempt to keep your moans in.

semis fingers run up and down your clit, playing with it, you arch your back at the feeling. she teases her fingers at your entrance, making you more impatient. “s-semi please just-“ you tremble. “please, what? use your words.” semi says staring you in the eye. “please get in me, now.” you say with urgency in your voice, not knowing when someone could come around the corner to find you two fucking.

“that’s my good girl.” semi says as she inserts her fingers into you slowly, she starts thrusting them in and out of you. your heartbeat increases, and you arch your back at the feeling of semis long fingers deep inside of you. you let out quiet moans and whimpers just loud enough to be heard by someone nearby.

with each moan you let out, semis motions get faster and rougher. “s-semi, god this feels so good” you say squirming. “god you are such a fucking sensitive slut.” semi says speeding up her motions, grasping your hips harshly.

your nails dig into her back, as her fingers get deep and deeper inside of you. semi breaks the kiss and tucks your messy, wet hair behind your ears. “your so tight, my god.” she says laughing as your walls clench around her fingers.

the two of you are sweaty, wet, hot messes. the hot tub filled with moans, completely disregarding the fact the two of you are out in a public place. you hear a muffled noise in the distance, that sounded like people walking, but you ignore it being completely in bliss by semi’s finger fucking.

you tremble at her touch and say “s-semi, i’m really close baby.” semi slaps your ass and says “you got it baby, youre taking it like the absolute slut you are.” your vision goes white and you throw your head back, being in complete ecstasy.

you moan her name so loudly, anyone outside could hear it, and release all over semis fingers. she keeps her motions steady, helping you ride out the pleasure. you hear someone in the near distance yell “WHAT THE FUCK?? IS THAT Y/N MOANING??”

you look at semi with wide eyes, completely in shock. “oh my fucking god.” semi says, with a distraught look on her face. “someone caught us” she says with a slight smirk on her face. i place a light slap on her cheek saying “are u stupid? who else here would know my name?” i say as i see my family walking around the corner. luckily, we were both clothed, but a hot sweaty fucked out mess.

“uhm, hi” you say timidly to your family, as they just walked in on the two of you 1 minute post fuck. “what’s going on over here” your brother says, with a disgusted look on his face. semi quickly interrupts making a stupid, unbelievable excuse, and says “oh, yea, so y/n fell into the hot tub and i had to help her.” “ah, ok” your brother says with a nod, knowing that’s not what was happening. “you two should get to bed” your parents say with concerned and disappointed looks on their faces. “ah, yes we should. long day tomorrow.” you say avoiding eye contact with them.

your family walks away, whispering to each other. semi has a giant grin plastered across her face. “I fell in, huh?” you say jokingly. semi mutters “yea right, you fell right into my fingers.” your jaw drops and you laugh off the awkwardness of the situation planting a soft, loving kiss on semis lips. “i love you.” semi says pulling away from the kiss, picking your weak self up bridal style.

. . . . . (WOULD ANYONE LIKE A PT 2???) 🤍

[fattummyt]

Dracula Vlad Tepes/Female Reader - Protection 🌶

Summary: Vlad has been away from the castle for some time, promising upon return he'd dedicate a full night simply spoiling you in whatever capacity you needed. You were simply overjoyed with your plan to surprise him with a romantic night of carnal intimacy. However, things don't play out quite how you planned...

Tags: Surprises, Secret Relationships, Vampires, Forbidden Love, Fights, Ambushes, Fear, Comfort. Intimacy, Rage, Insults

Warnings: Mature, Explicit Language, Derogatory Insults (Misogyny & Whorephobia)

Author's Notes: Y/N - Your name

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His footsteps inched toward the bed, pausing briefly as he seemed to reach toward the curtains. Excitement swelled in your chest; you were practically vibrating now.  Suddenly the canopy parted, the figure revealing himself. "Human." He hissed in a sinister, accented voice.

You stepped into your finest lacy lingerie suit and your most elegant night robe and set off to your bedroom to patiently await Vlad's arrival.

Though you deemed it far too lavish a place to rest, you treasured the canopy bed Vlad gifted you at this moment, reclining quite salaciously under the cover of its opaque black curtains.

"Surely this will leave Vlad incapable of resisting me." You chirped, quite confidently.

The sound of approaching footsteps made you eager, but in bed you remained, curtains  drawn.

The door opened slowly and you listened as he took a bit of a pause. Likely marveling at the ornate candles you lit to set the mood.

Much too eager to conceal your presence any longer, you called out to him.

"Vlad~" You sang, rolling onto your back. "Come join me, my beloved."

His footsteps inched toward the bed, pausing briefly as he seemed to reach toward the curtains. Excitement swelled in your chest; you were practically vibrating now. 

Suddenly the canopy parted, the figure revealing himself.

"Human." He hissed in a sinister, accented voice.

He climbed into the bed, making his way toward you and you shrieked, scrambling past the floor length canopy and falling to the floor.

"Oh, don't run, little lamb. You'll only make this funner for me!" He laughed, ripping open the curtain as you raced toward the door.

"Vlad!" You screamed, freezing as, seemingly within an instant, the man appeared right before you, grinning wide enough to bare all four of his slavering fangs.

He didn't look human—razor sharp nails, pointed ears, spiked red hair, and deathly pale skin—yet he behaved nothing like Vlad ever has.

"And you're dressed like a little slut? I'm gonna enjoy devouring you."

He grabbed at you, just narrowly missing your arm, and, in your last ditch effort to protect yourself, cowered to the floor.

"P-please don't hurt me."

His hands fell upon you, grabbing around your jaw, tilting your head up toward himself. A twisted smile on his face, his nails pressed into your flesh of your cheeks, death felt eminent—

"Stop." Vlad's voice growled.

Frozen in disbelief, you looked over to see Vlad standing in the doorway, a truly hostile expression upon his face.

"Back away from her. Now." His voice was dark and unholy, lowering in pitch as he spoke.

You were frozen, seemingly paralyzed under the equally shocked gaze of the man in front of you.

"Y/N." Vlad's voice normalized, snapping you out of your frightened trance. "Come here." Though just as commanding, his tone was much softer than before.

Skeptical of your intruder, slowly you inched to your feet before rushing into Vlad's arms. Avoiding the similar look of disgust upon the intruders face as he glared back at Vlad.

"Lord Dracula." The man growled in a clear accent. "Who the hell is this bitc—” “—She." Vlad interrupted. "Is none of your concern."

"What is she doing here? In your manor? In your bedroom?"

"She is not open for discussion, Godbrand."

"A fucking human!" He roared. Indignant fury somehow morphing into raucous laughter. "I thought you were a little demented, but it turns out you're completely fucking insane."

"You dare speak to me in that tone?"

Vlad's grip on you tensed, sending chills down your form.

"Do you really expect us to follow you, knowing you're still chasing after these cattle whores like old times?"

Vlad's face darkened as he started toward Godbrand, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him inches above the floor. The quickness with which Godbrand's expression changed to pure horror was almost comical.

"This woman is no whore. She will answer to no less than Lady Y/N. Disrespect her again and I guarantee your head will decorate my compost pile. Understand?"

Godbrand frantically nodded, not daring to speak even a word out of turn.

"Do not forget who you answer to. My word is final and will not be challenged. Especially not by the likes of you, you insolent, pathetic imp. Apologize to her. Now."

He dropped Godbrand to the floor who swiftly retreated back a few steps before speaking.

"I-I'm sorry, Lady Y/N. I-I should not have behaved in such a way and used such foul language. P-please accept my fullest apology."

"You'll be lucky if she does, even then you won't deserve it. Now get out."

You gripped your robe, rushing to Vlad's side as Godbrand scrambled his way out of the room.

Vlad secured his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. His familiar scent slowed your heartbeat which had grown intensely rapid during the whole ordeal.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that, my love." Vlad whispered. "Godbrand can be truly barbaric toward humans, but I do not share the same values. Did he hurt you? I will smite him for every wound he laid upon yo—"

You shook your head willing the words from your lips as you gazed up at him.

"I'm fine, Vlad. But I'm very tired, and would just like to go to bed."

The look of disappointment on his face was  evident as his eyes traced over your exposed lingerie suit.

"Did I ruin your plans to spend the night together?" Guilt hung heavy in his brows.

You smiled, clearing up his somber disposition. "I'd just like to be with you, my love."

He mirrored your smile, "I'm sure we can still arrange that."

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[inholover4l]

thanos x f/reader drabbles!

warnings: mentions of sex, drugs, drinking and driving.

a/n: this is my first ever post and first attempt at writing so please give me any constructive criticism if you have any!!

stay in tonight? ༉‧₊˚.

being thanos’s girlfriend means being dragged out till almost 4am every weekend, unless you can manage to beg your way out of it and convince him to stay home instead - usually by means of sex. sometimes he’ll try to coax you out. “come on, all my friends are waiting for me, baby,” he’d protest, taking another hit of his vape before puffing out a well practiced smoke ring. “it’ll just be for a few hours…” he nuzzles his nose against your neck. 

“i’m tired!”

you’d whine, snugging closer to his chest, hoping the overwhelming warmth of your body heat combined might make him too comfortable to leave. 

“i tired you out, huh?” he quipped, a cocky smirk forming on his face, raising a brow suggestively as he took yet another hit. he exhaled slowly, the sickeningly sweet cherry flavour flooding your nostrils, making your nose twitch slightly. you decided to play into it, feeding his ego with a pouty nod, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“please stay. i’ll make it worth your time.”

you’d convince, letting your hand rest on his lower abdomen, stroking at his happy trail lightly.

he grinned, glancing at you and then behind his shoulder, over at his phone on the bedside table. he mussed up his bright purple hair a little aggressively, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully before nodding.

“bet,” he’d hum, reaching over with a grunt and pressing on a message before his fingers began to tap out a text to his friends, rainbow coloured nails moving rapidly before he flung his phone back carelessly. he spread his thighs apart and flashed you a cheeky grin, before leaning his back against the headboard expectantly, abs poking against his skin as he got comfortable.

“well?”

biggest influence! ༉‧₊˚.

sure, maybe dating thanos had made your quality of life deteriorate slightly but sometimes you preferred it. you felt like a funner person at times. at first he’d made you feel like a total prude for refusing to smoke or do something crazy like get a tattoo in the middle of the night. he’d slowly corrupted you. 

you were quite the pair. most of the people in your apartment complex absolutely hated him, or rather the both of you. one day they’d have to deal with hearing you both scream at the top of your lungs at each other, often kicking each other out. the other days they’d have to overhear all sorts of nasty stuff, most often you screaming his name out as he pounded into you after an argument. 

he was your biggest influence now. you’d even dyed your hair a couple of weeks ago, a pale pink to match his bright purple. he’d loved it. “now you really look like thanos’s girl, huh?” he’d tease you, running his hand through your hair. he adored it but he didn’t know if it was because the colour just looked incredibly hot on you or it showed him how deep your devotion to him was. it was probably both. 

now, you were at the gas station, picking out snacks as he tended to his car. you had a lolly in your hand as you picked up a beer for him and headed to the till, smiling at the cashier, a guy of around 20 or so, who was sort of dorky but kind of cute. 

you smiled and made a little small talk as he rung the items up, nodding at your every word. he looked as though he was practically creaming himself at the sight of you in your tiny black mini skirt and barely there top. 

when you walked back out , thanos was standing by your door and opened it for you, taking the beer and eyeing your figure as he placed the bottle at his lips, unscrewing it with his teeth. he spat the lid out before walking back over to his seat. 

you took a few licks of your lolly, letting out a little happy “mhm” at the nostalgic taste of the bright red candy as he lit up one of his pre-rolled blunts, propping it up between his lips.

you’d help him out, whenever he let out a little “babe” and gestured over to his beer bottle. you leaned over the centre console, taking the blunt out of his mouth and holding it in one as the other hand reached over to hand him his beer as he swerved recklessly.

this was your idea of a perfect lifestyle. one that your parents would surely lecture you over the next time you came home with “that purple haired freak” as your father liked to call him.

[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

🐾 Feral Vampire You x William Afton Headcanon – You Are Just a Little Beast™ 🦇 (Unlike most vampires, you doesn’t become suave, elegant, or hypnotic... Instead, you is feral—snarling, hissing, moving on all fours if necessary to get your prey. William would expect something tragic and dark like in a dramatic film or vampire romance novel, and then—here you are, biting anyone who dares to touch you and sucking their blood.)

so imagine this

🎭 William EXPECTED: A Dark, Tragic Vampire Arc

William, in his dramatic mind, assumed your transformation would be all brooding, elegance, and tragic poetry.

He was fully prepared for you to start wearing Victorian outfits, sipping blood from crystal glasses, and speaking in riddles.

Maybe you’d lean in close, whispering in a low, hypnotic voice, "I hunger for you, William..."

But NO. What does he get?

🦇 William GOT: A Feral Little Beast™

You don’t walk—you prowl.

You don’t drink blood with dignity—you latch onto people like a wild animal.

You hiss and snarl at anyone who gets too close. You bite first, ask questions never.

The first time he tries to calmly approach you, you dive at him like a rabid raccoon.

He barely dodges, adjusting his suit. "Alright. So we’re doing this the hard way."

You move on all fours when you’re hunting. ALL. FOURS.

One time, William wakes up at night, and you’re just crawling across the ceiling.

He almost has a heart attack.

"Oh, for God’s sake—WILL YOU STOP THAT."

You just blink at him like a little gremlin before scurrying away into the shadows.

💀 You Bite FIRST, Think Later

If someone even slightly annoys you? CHOMP.

A guy bumps into you at a bar? Instant bite attack.

Someone grabs William’s wrist too hard? You’re already sinking your fangs in.

No one is safe.

Not even William.

"Did you just bloody BITE me?!"

"You smell good."

"I— THAT IS NOT AN EXCUSE!"

🏃 The Time You Tried to Hunt William

In full FERAL mode, your brain short-circuits one night and decides that William = prey.

He’s sitting in his office, minding his business. Suddenly?

The lights flicker.

You’re crouched in the doorway. Watching. Waiting.

"Oh, brilliant. My own partner has turned into a bloody cryptid."

He doesn’t take you seriously—until you LUNGE at him.

He BOLTS.

William Afton, a grown man, is now sprinting through the halls, being chased by you.

You are on all fours.

You hiss whenever he turns corners too fast.

"I am NOT about to be eaten alive in my own building!"

"DON’T RUN. IT MAKES IT FUNNER!"

🌙 Eventually, You Become Clingy Instead of Feral

After your bloodlust settles, you go from hunter to clingy menace.

You start nuzzling against William instead of biting.

Instead of attacking people, you just wrap your wings around William possessively.

"Mine."

"Yes, yes, you batty menace. I know."

You STILL hiss at people you don’t like, but now you do it while curled up in William’s lap.

William still sighs every time you do something unhinged, but at this point?

He’s accepted it.

You’re his feral little vampire now.

[drdemonprince]

I think think about your piece How to Go Places Alone And Not Feel Like A Freak Looser (or something to that affect) quite often.

While it is uncomfortable, tiring, nerve wracking, to feel like or be the odd one out, I am at least used to the feeling. It takes nerve but (especially as a kid/teen) have always gone to things alone and, once I get over myself, enjoy not caring what anyone thinks about my presence.

As an (ever transsexualizing >:) adult, I am getting back into doing & dressing however I want in public (embarrassing yourself is inevitable, might as well enjoy life!). This is a funner, freer, outlook, but I hoped being more myself would help me find my people.

I’m used to the awful feeling of being an alien freak looser (real or imagined) so I can hype myself up to be in my own world when I’m out. But I wonder if doing this, and choosing events based on interest instead of demographics or friendship, reinforces my felling of disconnect with people. It’s easier to accept, and dress like, I’ll always stick out (be alone) than it is to imagine mimicking those around me.

I went to an explicitly cruisey new years night and instead of studying the crowd intensely trying to fit in, wore my shiny platforms, smiled at people, and danced just for the fun of it. Feeling good about myself and enjoying my experience requires an ‘eh fuck ‘em’ attitude. I can enjoy being in public seeing all my fellow earthlings but it does not feel social. And I realize, my time there felt anything but sexy. I wasn’t about to walz into the darkroom (let’s walk before we run), but I hate that I couldn’t feel comfortable in this place I’ve always wanted to be.

I return to the same questions everywhere I go: I can exist, but how am I supposed to learn the codes of a space when I can’t study (ruminate) from afar?

How could I ever be social when (even joyous and embodied) I can’t get out of my own head?

How do you know when it’s time to listen to your gut and when to play into a social game?

I understand what you mean about the duality between doing your own thing in your own little alien bubble and actively placing effort into connecting with the people around you (which often feels like it requires masking).

But, from my perspective, both of those are strategies for dealing with social overwhelm -- one is more dissociative, and the other's more compensatory. Both of them reflect a discomfort with the people in the space. And they're both perfectly reasonable ways to deal with such feelings! But the way to move forward, at least in my experience, is to continue attending events until you attain enough familiarity with them that you actually start feeling more comfortable.

You said you didn't feel sexy at this cruisy party, and certainly weren't ready to venture into the dark room. That's fine! You can work your way up in whatever order of activities is least intimidating to most intimidating to you.

The first few times that I go to a club, I need anywhere from a few minutes to an hour to get warmed up enough to really dance on the floor and take up a ton of space and make weird gestures. I spend a lot of time lurking in the corner or reading a book at the bar at first. After I've been there a number of times, I know the deal of the space better, recognize a few people, maybe have developed a rapport with the door guy or a regular, and it gets easier to branch out and feel more at ease in my skin. People intuit this and approach me more often when I'm feeling more comfortable, and my reactions have fewer exit ramps built into them (one of my protective instincts is to throw out a lot of conversation-enders that make people feel rejected, lmaoo good one me).

The same general principles I've described here can apply to any new social challenge, including a bar with a backroom where people are fucking. Show up again. Do your thing. Maybe find a spot to post up and observe, since you mentioned an interest in doing that. Bring a book or some knitting if you want, and wear whatever outfit helps you feel comfortable and good with yourself. The first few times you do all this, people may get strong "I'm Doing My Own Thing Leave Me Alone" vibes from you, as they often do from Autistics, and that's fine. You're still learning and acclimating from being there. After a couple of tries, head into that back room. It's not as exciting as you think it's gonna be. You might get to watch some fucking or you might just see a bunch of guys pacing around who are just as awkward as you feel that you are. But then you'll know what it's like. And then you just keep showing up, and observing and participating in small ways (watching is participation in a sex club!), and you'll get steadily more involved in the space and connected to the people each time that you do.

I've been going to pet patrol nights for a long time and I've only just now gotten to the point where I can chat up random people and get into hookups relatively easily, instead of just standing around mutely hoping someone will approach me. Bringing friends has helped a ton to relax me and make me seem more approachable to others, too, so you could try that!

for anyone wondering here's the full piece

[mirzamsaiph]

A little update for you guys!

I think, when I started this in 2023, I didn’t expect it to get so much traction. I didn’t exactly plan out RTB at all, if we are being completely honest. There was no set plot, just general ideas of what I wanted and the relationships I wanted to build while writing.

Now that I have gotten as far as I have, this break in chapter 24 (?) has really kicked my ass. Since, even now, I still have not sat down and plotted out the next nine books, which means RTB - 1 is still not plotted either.

This break has been frustrating because I have no clue where to go. I have ideas running in my head but nothing that I’ve been able to write out the way I want to.

I’ve always looked forward to writing the breaks because it was a free-for-all. I had free range to really write what I wanted without it being in the confines of them reading and reacting. We saw that in the first three breaks which were truly some of the ‘funner’ things I’ve written.

Since we are so close to the end now, it kind of feels pressuring to me to finally get the relationships between certain characters going. And that is why I’m seemingly stumped.

So please, bear with me here I slowly start to get my thoughts together and plan everything out so this won’t happen again.

Love you all <3 🤍

[llelo]

Random Fic Idea I have no time to write...

In the early days of Hashirama and Madara's friendship their fathers order them to stop seeing one another, but in a fit of teenage pique they refuse and it comes across like they're in love.

This freaks out Tajima and Butsuma who forbid them from seeing one another, going on long rants about their positions, how they can't love a lowly whatever, ect., ect.

Angry, Hashirama and Madara double down and launch into the greatest real life imitation of star-crossed lovers, sending one another love letters intercepted by their clans, sneaking into one another's compounds to sing serenades, declaring their undying love to anyone who asks and the entire time....

THEY'RE JUST FRIENDS.

They're just angry that someone tried to tell them what to do.

And it just keeps going, because neither side will back down, but no one realized how stubborn Madara and Hashirama are.

THEY TAKE IT ALL THE WAY TO THE END AND RUN AWAY TO BE TOGETHER. Accidentally forming the village when members of their clans who want peace follow them.

THEN THE DAIMYO HOSTS THEIR WEDDING.

And the entire time they're still JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS and STUBBORN BASTARDS WHO DIDN'T LIKE ANYONE TELLING THEM WHAT TO DO!

And it's MADA/TOBI and HASHI/MITO/IZU.

When the other clans start wanting to join the village Madara and Hashirama act like they're fools in love so no one realizes its all a lie and it just keeps going and the village keeps growing until one day Madara and Hashirama realize what they've done.

Can't decide which part would be funner: the two of them having to hide the truth from Tobi, Mito, Izuma, and their fathers and pretend to be lovers.

Or: Tobi, Mito, and Izuna naturally figuring it out and having to help them cover so the other clans don't find out.

.....maybe I'll start writing it anyway....