#tasty bullet

[smashedpages]

Happy Birthday to Arnold Pander!

[rewrittenwrongs]

I’m probably never going to write it but I have a fic idea in my head where Nightwing learns that Red Hood is the one that beat up Tim and is FURIOUS. Let’s say in this au all the cameras were disabled and Jason didn’t do the whole ‘let’s write my name in Tim’s blood’ thing, and Tim is the only one who knows Red Hood is Jason and he has no idea what to do about that so he ain’t saying shit yet, and in this the damage was more severe (like ‘very nearly bled to death’ severe). So like I said, Dick is pissed. And he decides to teach Red Hood not to touch the new Robin ever again…

[g4al4xyrang3r]

YOU. a beast of a man. Do you still get tummy aches despite your robotic body? Like, I don't know. Fucking up your insides with all those bullets. Just wondering.

>Boothill jumped a bit when first being called, as he was snapped back to reality, before scrunching his brows with mild confusion, a slight smirk coming back to his face.< Ehhh? not really? I mean I can't really feel pain, let alone much'a anythin' anymore, so I don't know. m'sensors ain't hooked up right. I'm sure I've prolly forked up my innards real good before, but not with bullets, I gots me a special compartment fer those that ain't part'a my stomach. I'm sure it'd be real nice if I could feel shtick again, but it ain't like that's gonna happen any time soon, heh.. I'll jus' have'ta keep lookin' fer a mechanic that'd be willin' ta hook me up, an' do it right.

[toesucker6]

Yes please🙏

[grinchwrapsupreme]

ooooughg the scene where Mitchell is confronted by the ghosts of his victims oughroguu the forced acknowledgement that he is a monster and not a victim ghghhghghghg the confession of his love for the monstrous things he's done and the inevitable regret that cannot prevent him from doing monstrous things again uuuughguhgghgooghohghggh

[roaringheat]

yea yea Tangerine is attractive ik but like I think ppl are sleeping on like literally almost everybody else in the movie

[t1meslayer]

There's just two weeks left on preorders for Homemade in Hyrule, the Zelda-themed cookbook Zine that I wrote a fun Link's Awakening fic for!

I've put out a couple of previews thus far. Now you can check them both out together if you're still on the fence 👀

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

So he can't make himself vomit/gag, and I'm assuming this also means he can't just, like, open himself up or anything on the spot for maintenance to clear his throat (I also never thought that bullets would seem so appealing until this fucking guy)

[femoso-seben]

Honey Badger Hybrid!

- Honey badger hybrid! Reader who's short and feisty

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader who picks a fight with Ghost just to eat his food in front of him

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader who can take a bullet and be fine because they got tuff skin

- Honey badger Hybrid! Reader that throw themselves into any fight for the fun of it. (it takes two people to make them stop as grabbing them by the scruff of their neck isn't good enough)

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader was once caught eating a giant bee nest (larvas) and taking stings like it was nothing

- Honey badger hybrid! Reader Who likes terrorizing the enemy by running in screaming

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader Who screams black sir force vibes they got into 141 by taking an entire militia (20 people) and coming out mostly unharmed

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader who eats once drank poisonous and passed out (look really fuclkng dead nearly hurried alive) only to wake up two hours later like nothing happened

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who doesn't value their own life and love life as of warring and fighting is everything

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who likes to chew on Ghost stuff to establish dominance (believes Ghost is the top dog because he's the biggest. Ghost is so done with them but it's kinda cute watching them destroy things)

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who gives Gaz a annurism by how they can first escape jail (the confinement they put them in for being bad) and how they can outsmart him (they are very cocky about it)

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who sucks up to Laswell for some tasty treats while simultaneously being a menace to 141

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who sleeps all day and has zoomies all night (Likes to Harrass Ghost because he's a light sleeper)

[sorcerous-caress]

I'm so jealous of Daniil. Having only played the Haruspex route so far in both game, each time I'm invited to the Bachelor's place I turn green with envy at how he resides at an actual proper house with a real room and a real bed.

A real bed with a whole bedframe. A pillow with an actual pillowcase!! His bed even has sheets!

He has WINDOWS. His house is in a nice neighbourhood, and his roommate is a very attractive woman. There is actual furniture in his room. Not one hint of fungus growing on the walls or rust!

Can you imagine living there as your lair? Spending the whole game knowing you have a real house with a real bed to go back to at the end of each night? Seeing Eva's face every day before leaving to do quests?

Meanwhile, Artemy is stuck in this dumpster room of an abandoned factory. Cuddling with rats on his makeshift bed, held by nothing but a wooden panel, some boxes and a dream.

A pillow so yellow it has its own ecosystem where bugs established real estate. Is that even a pillow or is it some random rock Artemy found and chucked in there? Is it a stale loaf of bread?? Why is it hard looking?

But no, you don't even get to keep the rock roach pillow because in P2, they take it away.

Fuck you Artemy, you had it good for too long. No pillow now because what are you gonna do about it?. Fold your mattress instead to have a resemblance of a faux sense of protection under your most vital organ during the long hours of death rehearsal that you call sleep.

Somehow, they made the bed even more unstable looking. As if that thin panel in the middle could hold Artemy's weight without caving in. Oh, and apparently, I ran out of boxes to use for furniture because the bed and the table have to share custody of the same box.

We have downgraded into barrels now, as you can see :) No, I don't know what they used to contain inside.

Waking up every day to Sticky's snotty face telling me not to spit in the wind and nagging me about cleaning up the week-old human organs thrown around that are stinking up the place.

THERE IS MOLD GROWING ON MY WALLS. RUST FLAKES FALL FROM THE EXPOSED METAL PIPES DOWN INTO MY CEREAL EACH BREAKFAST.

This single wall holds so much mold and fungus that they started crossbreeding and evolved into new, never seen before types of bacteria. Satan's asscrack is more hygienic than whatever biohazard plagues of Egypt this slab of concrete contains.

I live in the gutters. My only neighbours are an illegal gang of minors with a hatred for furries and another illegal gang but of adults this time who sell me bullets way above the market price. A dangerous neighbourhood where you can't have shit because SOMEONE STOLE MY BULL.

The basement I reside in has no windows, the smell is pungent and fucking vile down here. There isn't even a space for a bathroom.

This is my kitchenette/bathroomette/showerette/cupboardette/surgery tools disinfection stationette/sinkette/watercoolerette/toilette/fridge.

also my buckets yk.

One bucket for the makeshift bathroom, another for holding important organs and loose guts during surgery, a third one as a cooking pot for making tasty meat grub soup and the final one for murky water after sweeping the floor.

What do I use to tell them apart? Oh nothing :) I just mix em up every now and then, oppsie daisy.

Oh and the floors are CONSTANTLY wet for some reason. Yeah sticky slipped and almost broke his neck the other day so watch your steps.

There is also this eerie room with literal garbage and broken furniture right next to the entrance. Don't worry about it, sometimes I hear someone crying and screaming for help when I'm trying to go to sleep but it's just the factory being silly lol.

Now this? This is where the M A G I C happens. This is where Artemy the Menkhu makes his famous herbal remedies and natural mixtures. This is where the Panacea for the infamous sand plague gets made!

In a rusty empty food can.

Falling into a bucket with shit stains.

MEDICINE BABBYYY. GET YOUR WEAK SOFT BONED ASS BACK TO THE CAPITAL BITCH, THIS IS HOW REAL MEN MAKE REAALLL MEDICINE!! RAWRRRRR🦅🦅💥💥

Meanwhile, dickovsky has the view of the cathedral and polyhedron just around the corner from where he resides. He has a backyard with a lake, and all I have is a swamp behind my basement. I trudge through the mud each night, collecting weeds and herbs to mix and trade so I and the two orphans who adopted themselves into my life don't go starving.

Not to mention the gaggles of herb brides loitering outside and giving me a false bad reputation.

That dandy douchbag has a pharmacy, a grocery, and a tailor right next door. The closest establishment to my shrekcore place of resident is a dingy basement bar with shady drinks and no bouncer to check for ID, I saw two kids in there once.

Pov: a qt3.14 surgeon says his dad isn't home and invites you over.

[st-just]

I forget where I first heard the description of someone arguing online as 'going around looking for tasty, tasty bullets to bite' but, like, many such cases!

[revelboo]

can I just say how much I love! your!! writing!!! I wasn’t really a Starscream or Bluestreak fan before because I have a tunnel vision on Bumblebee but stumbling upon your account made me adore them so much!! I like how neat your writing style is even though you make it as bullet points because I’m usually not fond with bullet points style, however! Something about how you focus on the description and “show not tell” the most is sooo tasty idk how to describe it. Thank you for your wonderful writings 😔🙏💕

Thank you! The bullet points were mostly a way to clearly demarcate a view point shift since these are snippets rather than anything fully fleshed out. Normally, I’d only head hop every other chapter in a paranormal romance manuscript, but that wouldn’t work here.

Also: Pleasure to Meet You by Motion City Soundtrack is my theme for this fic

Everything is Alright pt 34

IDW Starscream x Reader

• Watching you walk over to your stash of human things on his desk, a little more tension eases. Everything right again, even though he’s fully aware of how fragile it is. That worry still there eating at him, a dark tide just waiting to crash down on him. But not at this moment. You offer him a little smile as you drape that old cleaning cloth he first gave you about your shoulders. Like a ghost, Soundwave’s disdainful ‘inadequate’ floats through his processor.

• Somehow going back with Starscream feels more like reality than going home to your actual life had. Like everything else was a dream, less real than this. Because this has become home. Well, not quite if you’re being honest. It’s not this place at all. It’s him and it’s a curious new feeling, fragile. Breathing in the scent of him from your blanket, something settles inside you and you look up as he runs a big hand over his helm, wings fidgeting. “After my rotation, we’ll refuel together,” he says, optics flicking to your dwindling supply of stolen junk food. It’s not a request to share a meal, but a certainty that you will do this. You smile anyway.

• “I’d like that.” You’re smiling at him, happy to be near him. Glad to see him and it almost hurts, a bittersweet ache that he’d almost given this away. Let you slip out of his hands. Reaching down, he runs the tip of a servo over your soft cheek, the touch lingering as you reach up to lay a hand on him. Such a small thing, but it means more than you can ever realize. It takes an effort of will to break that contact instead of curling his servos around you and bringing you to cradle against him.

• There’s an impulse to call out after him when he leaves, and your fingers fist in your blanket to keep yourself still. To not run to the edge of the desk and reach out. He’s not leaving you again. You know it, but that jangling uncertainty is still there. That he might leave and not return.

• You’re back. Soundwave hesitates, feeling that now familiar tangle of emotion at the back of his processor. When you’d just disappeared from his awareness, he’d assumed Starscream had accidentally killed you. It had always been a possibility with the Seeker’s temper. Thought that you were just gone and that loss has twisted about his spark, because as frustrating as the chaos of your mind is, he’s gotten to where it’s familiar. Always just there at the back of his processor, a warm presence he can’t shut out like music softly playing. He’s pushing up from his desk, aware of his cassettes looking up in surprise.

• When the door slides open, you stand up expecting Starscream, but it’s Soundwave. His helm turns, visor flaring slightly as he spots you and strides over. Head tipping back as he reaches a huge hand for you, almost not noticing the faint tremble as his servos curl around you and he lays his other palm on the desk, big frame bowing over you. Silent aside from the ragged sound of him venting. One of his servos slides against your neck over your pulse, but otherwise he’s still aside from that strange shivering. You lay your palms on his hand, staring at that unreadable, hidden face. Had he been worried about you? That fragile feeling you don’t dare examine too closely stirs as you wish you weren’t so very small so you could wrap your arms around him. Around them both, because they’re yours. And it’s worth fighting for.

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[dear-slim]

I just know that Em would be the type of husband to feel freaky when you're in a cute lingerie with hair and makeup done

But he would turn into a touch starved man who never saw a woman when he see you angry, sweaty, tired, with an old pyjama roght after cleaning the house

Warnings: Smut, 18+, teasing, praise

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

The many days Em had been presently surprised by you in lingerie were stuck in his mind permanently, he loved to come home and see you on the bed, all spread out for him in a new set, not even for any particular reason, just so you could feel him nail you harder than ever.

But today? Well, today he was in a whole different mood.

You were grumbling under your breath, a stupid feathery duster in your hand, one of Em’s old t-shirts pulled over your body, hair pulled in a messy bun as you clean the bedside cabinets. “Well, look what we’ve got here,” you heard a voice behind you, turning to see husband.

You sighed, rolling your eyes and continuing your dusting as you huffed. “Mmm, dont ignore me,” he almost whined, his hands resting on your waist as he pulled your body back, purposefully dragging your ass over his crotch. “I’m cleaning,” you huffed, rolling your eyes as he groaned.

“I can see that,” he said, sitting on the bed and watching you, “and going look hot,” he lifted your shirt, taking in your lace panties as you pulled it back down, continuing with your cleaning. “Lookin’ tasty,” he hummed. “Oh god, shush,” you tutted, your hair falling messily into your face.

“Can’t help it,” he hummed, “your ass looks fat,”. Your cheeks reddened but you carried on cleaning anyways. “Fuck, will you stop that?” he huffed, pulling the duster from your hand, very nearly manhandling you onto your back on the bed as you protested.

“C’mon, let me have this one, I’ve had a long day,” Em said, his eyes staring at you pleadingly. How anyone could say not to those eyes, you never knew. “Fine,” you said, as he grinned, thrusting his trousers off, his cock springing eagerly into his palm as he tugged your panties off with his teeth.

“God, you damn animal,” you huffed as he hummed, staring at your glistening core. “All this time telling me to shut up and you’re soaking,” he sighed, aligning his tip with your entrance as you shrugged.

“I plead the vow of silence- Em!” you shrieked as he pushed fully in, bottoming out immediately, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, the gold rings in his ears glinting in the light. “Do you have…any fucking idea how hot you look when you do that?” he asked, leaning down to nip at your neck a you moaned.

“Doing what?” you choked out, nails scratching at his back a his hips pivoted, his cock ploughing into your folds again and again. “Fucking cleaning and being all moody and shit,” Em groaned, his hand tangling in your hair to pull your head back and give him more access.

“You’re a…fucking freak,” you mumbled as he chuckled. “Guess I am,” he nodded, the knot in your stomach tightening as your cunt clenched round him, your legs round his waist as you whined, your orgasm hitting like a bullet, his own thrusts becoming sloppier. He groaned into your neck, his seed spilling onto your thighs and legs as he panted.

“The washing machine needs cleaning…on the inside-,” he panted, as you hit him round the head. Jerk.

[vamp4kaulitz]

I BEG PLS DO A BILL KAULITZ X FEM READER WHERE YOU PEG AND DEGRADE HIM PLS PLS PLS PLS LIKE THE IDEA OF BILL WHINING UNDER U UGHHH

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 || 𝐁.𝐊

pairings: sub bill x fem reader

warnings: degrading, pegging, reader riding bill like there’s no tomorrow, whiny bill, reader lowk being a asshole, teasing, face sitting, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), crying out of pleasure, mentions of toys, and overstimulating.

a/n 💌:: omg gais im so sorry for not posting in a while, i lowk forgot i had tumblr😭😭 i will start posting more if i don’t get lazy!! wrote in all lowercase. not proof read.

“bitte mama…! i need you right now..” bill whined as he slowly grinded on your hand, trying to get something out of it. right now, you were watching a movie and bill has been needy all day, constantly begging and wanting attention. “i thought i told you i will help you after the movie is done, can’t you behave?” you rolled your eyes at him..but you couldn’t lie, you liked seeing him rut against your hand like a lil’ bitch in heat.

“b-but— you’ve been neglecting me all day..! i can’t hold back anymore mama, i cant cum without your help..” bill argued as he continued to be the needy bitch he is. you ignored all his pleas, continuing your movie. bill whimpered and got up from the bed, walking over to the closet and pulling out a box, that reveals all the sex toys he owns.

he walked back over you and laid next to you. you heard all his little cute noises, making you want to fuck him already.. “mama…bitte..” he begged as he started to rut against your arm again. you finally got enough and you paused the movie and threw the remote and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “you just can’t wait can’t you? so fuckin’ desperate that you gotta rut against me. sluts like you don’t deserve to fucked.” you growled and he whimpered. “m’ sorry mommy..” he whimpered and you scoffed.

“slutty brat, you only care about your pleasure.” you rolled your eyes and then kissed him. as you both kissed, your hands snaked down his waist, taking off his black and white pajama pants. you threw them somewhere and took off his boxers, his red and throbbing tip greeting you. “aww, did i really neglect you this much?” you chuckled as precum oozed out of the tip. you slowly stroked him, letting his precum coax your hand and his dick. he whimpered as he gripped onto his pillow..aw how cute.

“s-stop teasing me!” he whined. you heard buzzing coming from somewhere and you looked for the source and found his pink bullet vibrator. you smirked as you saw his pink tight hole squeezing the vibrator. “such a slut, wanting me to touch you like this. is the vibrator not enough for you slut?” you chuckled and slapped his tip. you took it all in one go, making him moan loudly. you started to work your way with him, using both hands. he threw the pillow and gripped your hair like there was no tomorrow. “f-feel so good mommy—!!” bill moans loudly as he started to thrust his hips upwards. he started to push your head down as he thrusted upwards.

a few minutes later, he started twitching in your mouth, obviously showing he’s about to cum. after one last thrust, he slams your head down and cums into your mouth. you pull away from him and swallowed all his cum. “tasty.” you smirked as you watched him try to catch his breath. you took off your shorts and panties, revealing your wet dripping cunt.

bill literally moaned at the sight of your wet cunt. he knows he’s the only one who gets to see such a sight like this, and it makes him even more harder. you grabbed your phone and turned up the vibrator inside of him, making him moan loudly that could be passed as a scream. you grabbed his tip, taking him all in one go, catching bill off guard. “m-mommy—! w-wait..please..!” he moaned as he gripped the bed sheets.

“oh? but this is what you’ve been begging for all day? your gonna take it like the good fucking whore you are.” you said and took off your hoodie, revealing that you had no bra on. you lifted up and started to move your hips, his dick hitting inside your warm walls. bill grabbed your waist, gripping the fuck out of them. you gripped onto his neck, slightly chocking him. all his little pathetic moaning only turned you on more.

you felt him twitching inside of you, making you chuckle. “aw, is my little pathetic bitch boy already cumming? is this all you got?” you teased as you tightened your grip around his neck. bill face was so messed up, his eyeshadow and mascara running down his face, his sweat making his messy hair stick to his face. “so fucking ruined, all for me.” you smiled, as you started to ride him faster.

“come on bitch boy, cum inside of my warm pussy, you wanted it so much right? now you’re gettin’ it.” you spat. bill started to thrust upwards, him slamming your g-spot. you threw your head back and started moaning, clenching down on his dick. “thank you so much mommy, m’ gonna cum all in this pussy, m’ gonna get you pregnant with my babies..!” bill groaned out and with a few more thrusts, he came inside of you.

he pulled out of you, collapsing on him. you both were out of breath, all sweaty, sticky, and hot. you gave him some sweet neck kisses, to show affection. only a little while later, you felt yourself getting tired. you started to close your eyes, only to have them shoot open as bill entered his dick back in you and started to thrust his hips.

“b-bill—!” you shouted, moaning loudly as it caught you off guard. “m’ sorry mommy, but i need to cum in this pussy once more!” he said. you were really in for a long night huh?

a/n💌:: i wrote this in one fucking sitting💀, anyways gais I might open up requests again! I js need to finish up some other stuff:3 hope you enjoyed, tysm for reading!!

pic credits: estachinita and 7kaulitxz on pinterest

—hika🕷️

[luneariann]

idk if art requests are still open or if you've already drawn this but the ideas gettin silly so here's a few if ya wanna draw whatever you feel motivated to

1. Atsushi making dead eye contact with Kunikida and then slapping something off the desk like a cat (then apologizing while he cleans it up and Dazai laughs his ass off)

2. 16!skk; Dazai broken his jaw, Chuuya's post corruption or bullet wounds (basically just bedridden w/IVs) and Dazai's hooked up to a heart monitor insulting Chuuya in Wabun/Morse code (just- D: "Beep beep beep" C: *rips out IV* "TF YOU CALL ME YA LITTLE SHIT?!")

3. Dazai and Chuuya being compatible blood types and despite him hating pain he would gladly give up every ounce of blood and both kidneys if it meant that it saved (post corruption) Chuuya's life

Anyways, I LOVE YOUR ART SM ITS SO TASTY AND BEAUTIFUL AND THE CHARATAZATIONSHDHAHJXHA YOUR MY FAV ARTIST ON THIS APP/GEN Remember to love and care for yourself, drink water/eat if you haven't today and take breaks :]

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AAAA IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HELWPIDJ

TY SM FOR THE KIND WORDS OMG 😭💕💕💕im so happy im your favorite artist on tumblr???? That’s huge dude I’m?? 💕💕💕Tyty I promise to take care of myself

Ive lowkey lost Interest in bsd so that’s why these took so long to make <///3 but they were too good NOT to make them, idk if you’ve ever considered it but you should defo become a comic artist! The hardest part of comic making is getting the ideas at all so considering you’ve got that down you should definitely give it a shot! These are rly good

I didn’t do the third one cuz I wasn’t sure how to represent it </3

Again tysm for the kind words you’re so sweet Anon🫶🫶 take care of yourself too!!

[xiao-come-home]

I had an idea but what if…

Boothill but s/o is wanted by the Galaxy Rangers bc apparently they’re a threat to the universe but THEY don’t know it yet. And as time passes by the other rangers advise Boothill NOT to pursue because if they know, then things might go south but Boothill as always doesn’t listen and chased after s/o to take them dead or alive and it ends up with them as enemies-frienemies-lovers slowly until Boothill remembers that s/o is a threat and has to make the decision to put a bullet through their head or risk telling them the truth

(Definitely didn’t take inspiration from an oc I ship with Boothill hahahaha)

Enemies to lovers with boothill is such a tasty concept 😋

Boothill going against what other people say? Just a normal Thursday for him. Better yet, after a person that's a threat to the universe, that could probably give him some good fighting challenge? Even better.

Even though your relationship begins as enemies, with his bullets chasing you like crazy, and then forming some sort of friendship with him, until his bullets can't help, but curve away from you, and Boothill no longer craves fighting, but holding you close to him.

Eventually, Boothill stands between the hardest choices - his mind is battling whether to truly tell you the truth, or be the one to end it all. His heart aches at the thought of truly loosing you; he breaks down and caves in, wanting you to make the choice - whatever it'll be, he'll stay with you. He'll do everything in his power to help you, or hold you in his arms as you bleed and dirty his hands with the blood of his beloved, forever tainting him.