#they’re freaks your honor

[gothicwill]

Iwtv has the cast of all time. Like you’ll read the script for a scene and it’ll be like “they hold hands here :)” then you watch said scene and Jacob Anderson has Sam Reid’s fingers in his mouth

[arkscape]

yandere au i referenced in this post

they’re stupid your honor

[girlwith1braincell]

no cause shauna and lottie are the only ones who match each others freak rn, like shauna’s ass was giddy when lottie put that axe through that mans head 😭

[toasttestified]

Give me the first taste~

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Shitpost under the cut 🗣

My two dads material

[heylittleriotact]

Smut Prompts!! Number 10!

@smoreofbabylon also sent me this one and I love you both - I was really hoping for this one.

It got uh… it got out of hand. I’ll probably post this on ao3 later, but for now:

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

Emmrich x Rook Modern Funeral Home AU

He’d never been in the bottom drawer of Rook’s nightstand - never had any reason to: she kept the condoms in the smaller upper part, and unlike her, he wasn’t a nosy snoop and didn’t help himself to the contents of random cupboards and drawers.

But having just been invited to slip a finger or two inside of her cute little arsehole, a pause for necessities was called for: lubrication, specifically - he simply wouldn’t entertain proceeding without it, even despite the fact that her soft pink lips were plenty drenched after twenty-some-odd-minutes of him teasing her… bringing her right to the edge and backing off, over and over - much to her frustration.

He'd get her where she needed to be, certainly - and they both knew it - but oh - how he loved wringing every quavering moan from her lips… every softly whispered plea to - this time - please, please, please…

“Bottom drawer!” She’d urged when he told her he would be honoured to play with her glorious ass - and to the bottom drawer he went.

“What?” She asked at the sound of his sharp intake of breath when he gripped the wobbly handle and pulled.

“Ohhh, darling…” he exhaled, eyes widening at the sight before him.

Lube. There was definitely lube.

It was nestled innocently atop a collection of toys that could only be defined as a small hoard: a cheap, robin’s egg blue vibrator - brutal and efficient with a cock head and a base you twisted to power it on, a classically shaped dildo made of clear silicone and filled with rainbow coloured confetti; a smaller, flesh coloured one; a rabbit vibrator; a variety of differently sized butt plugs; an insertable that looked to be made of hand blown glass; a set of leather wrist cuffs and a matching collar; anal beads; handcuffs; something that had to be a dildo but looked… alien and intimidating; nipple clamps, nipple suckers; a harness; and goodness - candles…?

He was torn from his spontaneous cataloguing when Rook’s hand clapped against his bare ass playfully but hard enough to make him flinch.

“I’m sorry, are you online shopping, or are you getting lube?”

“I knew you were naughty, darling, but I must say I hadn’t entertained the idea of such… variety…”

“What - a girl’s not allowed to have interests?” Came her voice from the bed above him. He gasped in surprise when she reached between his legs and tugged on his cock, stroking as he leaned over the edge of the bed, surveying the trove of toys in front of him.

“I’m very intrigued by your interests…” he swallowed, thrusting into her hand, an idea presenting itself to him - a great idea: a sordid idea. “I would very much like to see them in action.”

Mind made, his fingers wrapped around the bottle of water-based lubricant and a sleek looking device he’d seen advertised online but never encountered personally.

He slid the drawer shut, shuffled back and sat back on his knees between Rook’s ink-covered legs.

“Here you are, dearest,” he said as if he was passing her a breakfast sandwich, but actually he had slipped the toy into her hand.

“My Satisfyer?” She queried. “What, you’ve never seen one of these before?”

“I’ve seen them,” he told her, pouring a decent amount of lube onto his fingertips, his expression placid. “But I’ve never seen one in action - and I would like to.”

She sat up on her elbows a little. “I fucking love this thing. It’s easy—” She angled it sideways and indicated a button on the handle with her fingertip. “You just press and hold this button until it turns on, and then put it over my clit. You can increase the suction if you keep pushing the button. Easy.” She repeated, and held it out to him.

He didn’t take it from her.

Poor thing… she hadn’t quite caught on, had she?

The lube, slightly warmed by his heat but still below body temperature, wrenched a sharp intake of breath from Rook when his fingertips dipped between her cheeks and brushed against her tight hole.

“I would love a demonstration,” he purred, continuing to languidly spread the lube and her own slick over her, while lazily doodling circles over her knee with his other hand.

His middle finger slipped in to the first knuckle just for a moment - a fleeting pass over the threshold and out again. Rook groaned.

“Will you show me?”

His tone was pleasant - downright cordial - but he felt the tug of the covers beneath him when Rook’s toes curled into them at his words.

Up to the second knuckle this time: he lingered, slowly exploring the plush, soft give of her. She groaned - deep and abandoned - and he watched intently as she placed her fingers on either side of her cunt and pulled up towards her belly button, exposing her flushed, swollen clit in all of its rosy glory.

The toy hummed to life and she enveloped her clit in the small opening at the top like she was snuffing a lurid candle.

Instantly she whined, and precum had already started beading on the tip of his cock at the sight of her, reposed in pleasure before him.

He made an approving sound far back in his throat - like he was appreciating a particularly well-preserved corpse - and pressed deeper still, taking his time - careful not to hurt his beloved: Rook’s back arched off the bed a little and she clenched around him. He withdrew the finger almost entirely, and then slowly reintroduced it.

“More…” she urged breathlessly, clicking the button on the toy and uttering a giddy whimper when it hummed a bit louder. “I want more…”

Oh how he wanted to acquiesce her, but…

“Manners, dear.”

‘Manners’ had become central to their dynamic, rendering a nearly Pavlovian response from his rough-around-the-edges sweetheart when he uttered the word: she practically melted when he said it.

“Please,” she amended, hips jerking against the toy as it whirred and sucked on her clit. “Please?”

“So long as you keep that toy right where it is, my darling girl,” he capitulated, pressing the tip of his ring finger against the taught ring of muscle - feeling her relax and take him in. He stroked her thigh encouragingly and she moaned again - rougher and deeper still: Emmrich’s cock twitched and he reached down to stroke himself. “I think I’m beginning to see why you’re so fond of it…”

He was so hard it hurt: the warm, tight suction around his fingers, gently pulling them deeper was nothing short of divine… as was the way her lovely gray eyes fluttered and her gaze landed on his cock in his hand - completely unable to resist pleasuring himself at the sight of her mounting bliss.

“That’s it…” he whispered, voice thick, scissoring his fingers and stretching her patiently while he jerked off. “Oh… keep going, love… keep showing me how well you take care of yourself…”

Her eyes were locked on his dick, teeth dragging over her lower lip, chest heaving as she watched his hand move up and down his length in tandem with the languid thrusts of his fingers - his little voyeur… she was enjoying this, wasn’t she?

“Do you enjoy fantasizing when you play with your toy, darling?” He prompted, watching the lewd sink of his fingers into her hole. He could make out a line of slick as it dripped out of her cunt, carving a path down towards her asshole: she was reacting very favourably to this experiment indeed…

Rook whimpered, ramping up the suction on the toy again. “Mhmmm…” she squirmed against the pillows behind her, hips stuttering, taking one of her exquisite breasts in her hand, squeezing it and pinching a nipple.

“Why don’t you tell me how you put that stunningly creative imagination of yours to use…?”

Over the soft fleshy sound that accompanied his fist on his cock, and the low hum of the Satisfyer, Rook made a decadent noise, fucking herself on his fingers with a shamelessness that was nothing short of outrageously arousing.

“I like to think about you… your hands, your mouth… your hard cock…”

“Is that so?” He said more breathlessly than he meant to: everything about this scenario was like something out of a dream - the kind that had his eyes opening in his darkened bedroom sometime in the early hours, cock throbbing painfully, overstimulated by even the soft sheets that clung to the sticky evidence trapped in his pubic hair and lingered on the tops of his thighs.

“I think about you all the time, Emmrich… kissing you, fucking you - making love to you. Sucking on that handsome dick of yours…”

Unbidden, he uttered a soft groan and his hips jerked against his hand at the knowledge that she pleasured herself like this - gasping and whining and breathing hard - while thinking about him.

“Another? Please?” She asked - as politely as possible through the blissed out warble of her voice.

Emmrich buried his fingers to the last knuckle, sweeping them against her walls and coming to the conclusion that she was indeed adequately prepared for a third.

“So good for me…” he purred, observing her face for any sign of pain or discomfort that would have him stop in an instant as he pulled back his hand added a bit more lube to it before urging it forwards again, this time introducing an additional digit. Rook gasped and cursed - but not in displeasure. “If you fall apart this ardently when you’re on your own, I must tell you I am very flattered to hold the great honour of being your muse…”

He curled his fingers, exploring her depth and the slick, viscous pull of it, his movements quickening when he felt assured that she was accustomed to the stretch of his fingers, causing her hips to lift off the bed.

“Gah—!”

It was a sharp, breathy cry: one that tipped Emmrich off to the fact that she wasn’t far from release.

“Good girl…” he encouraged, feeling his own release coming up on him: the decadent tension banding through him poised to snap as he feverishly stroked himself, Rook’s eyes still watching his every move. “Ohhh… Rook… so so good…”

There was something so undeniably intimate about anal play, regardless of gender: there was a certain amount of trust and vulnerability that it required, along with the capacity for those involved to communicate well with one another. Sometimes it was lawless and sloppy, other times sensual and romantic, but it was always special - at least… it was for him.

“Fuck - Emmrich… ah! Keep— keep going…” She keened, voice straining, hips bucking against the toy and the fullness of his fingers inside of her. “Maker… pl-please don’t stop— holy fuck!”

“I won’t—” he promised, his drooling cock throbbing under his fingers. “Let go, darling— come for me… I want to see you come…”

His invitation was all that she needed, because her hand left her tit and she grabbed the base of his wrist, holding him fast so she could ride his fingers, grinding against them until she could take him no deeper, still holding the toy over her surely aching clit.

A strangled cry ripped from her lips and she tightened around him, the toy slipping from her fingers as she gushed forth, soaking his hand and the blanket beneath her. His name - then babbled profanity. Sitting forward, teeth clenched, her insides massaged him and it was enough to send him over the edge as well, cum spurting from his dick and painting his wrist, her cunt, and the insides of her thighs.

He might have cursed too: he couldn’t tell over the overwhelming sensation that racked his entire being as he spent himself all over Rook, baptizing lines of ink and swaths of colour with glistening pools and trails of semen that dripped over her form, gloriously decorating her in their carnal majesty.

Then she was wrapped around him, his fingers slipping out of her to snake around her waist when she crushed herself against him, his mess smearing all over both of their bellies.

“I love you…” she breathed against his lips when she parted from them. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I— mmmph!” She kissed him again before he could finish, tangling her fingers through his sweaty hair, holding his face in her hands. “I love you too—” he managed to blurt when she took a breath. His own hands wandered over the curves and planes of her back as they embraced, upright on the bed, naked, sticky, sweaty, and trembling.

“Keep making me cum like that and I’ll love you forever…” she whispered, collecting a bead of sweat from the shell of his ear with a dainty tongue.

He squeezed her ass and pulled her tighter to him, reveling in the heat of her body and the smell of her sweat. “That can certainly be arranged, my sweet, darling Rook…”

He flipped a wayward lock of hair away from her face and lost himself in her eyes for the millionth time.

Forever sounded just fine to him.

[danitheibsdiva]

Yes, aus/fics for satosugu either one of them being like some kind of gangster/vampire/demon/whatever are cool but like why is the other one always made like to fawn over problems like both of them would be like that pls they’re freak4freak

[helianthus21]

Armand and Daniel whispering "sweet nothings" to each other but the sweet nothings are Daniel saying he wants Armand to hang him up with hooks in his pecs or stick hot sharp needles in him or whatever and Armand nodding along already calculating in his head the logistics of it

[futuremrscameron]

kook!jj and rafe allegedly share girls (and some boys)

[amnevitahwritesstuff]

Azriel feeds bad people to his bloodthirsty dryad girlfriend. 

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Pairing: Azriel/Elain

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: Murder, Creepy Tree Shit

Chapters: One-Shot

Length: 1,129 words

Read on AO3 or below the cut

It’s that time again! Spooky fics for Spooky Season! 🌳🎃

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Blood at the Roots

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Jim was tired. 

It had been an exhausting day at work and all he had wanted by the end of it was to take a walk by the playground and then order some takeout. But no. No. Instead that bitch Monica in HR had to go and harass him about his ‘behavior’ with the new girl. 

“Is any of this true?” Monica had asked with pursed lips. 

“Of course not!” Jim had lied. “I don’t even know why she would say something like that!”

As if he would ever be interested in a dumb little slut like Nikki. He had just been trying to be friendly! But he had barely spoken to her before she started telling everyone he ‘gave her the creeps’. Fucking bitch. 

Whatever. 

She was too old for him anyway. 

He checked his phone as he wandered toward his car (of fucking course he was the only one left in the lot) and swore as he saw the time. Shit. All the kids would be going in for dinner by now. He’d be lucky if any of them were still hanging around the playground this late. 

Quickly, he unlocked the door and ducked inside. If he was quick, he might- 

He didn’t even notice he wasn’t alone until he felt the wet rag clamp over his mouth and nose. He never even managed to scream before the drug knocked him out cold. 

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Jim hit the cold ground and awoke with a jolt. 

It took several long moments for him to wrangle his thoughts into any sort of coherency. 

“What the hell?” He said. Or, at least, that was what he tried to say. In reality all he managed to get out was a slurred “Whaaaaa?”

Blearily, Jim attempted to take stock of his strange new surroundings. Had he been…drugged? The last thing he remembered was…something about Monica from work? He couldn’t be sure though. His thoughts felt like they were fighting through a head full of cotton…only to then be tossed into a blender. 

An icy breeze washed over him and he shivered. Where was his jacket? He glanced around for it only to notice the dark trees surrounding him, their barren limbs stretching into the night sky. 

All except one. 

There, standing tall and proud before him, was a tree that towered over all the others. It looked old. Very old. The longer he looked at it though, the more Jim realized that there was something…off about it. 

And then it hit him. 

It still had leaves. 

He whipped his head back towards the other trees and, nope, they were all still barren. And yet, for some bizarre reason…this tree wasn’t. In fact, it looked for all the world as if it were enjoying a pleasant summer evening rather than a blisteringly cold October night. Jim stared up at its verdant green leaves with confusion. 

Until he very suddenly realized he wasn’t alone. 

There, at the base of the tree, stood two strangers. A man and a woman. 

The man was young and dressed all in black. A stark contrast to the woman besides him. 

She was naked. That was the first thing he noticed about her. How could he not? And she was beautiful…but in a strange way. An uncanny way. Her limbs were too spindly. Her eyes were too large and watchful. She seemed less a creature of flesh and bone than some confusing imitation of one. 

And yet for all her disorientating beauty and nudity…he couldn’t stop staring at her feet. Honestly, it took him a frankly embarrassing amount of time to realize why.  

Her feet were covered in a confused tangle of roots. As if she had been standing there for so very long that the tree had simply decided to grow up around her…except, her realized eventually, with a sickening lurch, those roots were her feet. 

She was a part of the tree. 

He looked back up and saw her staring back at him with those luminous, unblinking eyes of hers. They seemed almost to glow in the darkness. Boring down into him like tree roots. 

He suddenly felt…trapped. 

He realized then, with dawning horror, that this was a predator. She didn’t look nearly human because she was one…but because those were her preferred victims. 

She was a Venus Fly Trap. 

And he, the unwitting fly. 

As soon as that thought entered his mind he was begging. 

“Please!”

The tree-woman gazed down at him serenely. Her companion didn’t even acknowledge him, too busy staring at her bizarrely sweet face. 

“Please?” She tilted her head the way a bird did. They were the first words she had spoken aloud since he’d awoken. Her voice was…strange. As if having a tongue was still a new experience for her. 

“Please don’t kill me!”

The woman…giggled. 

She fucking giggled. 

“Oh I’m not going to kill you!” She laughed. 

He froze. 

“Really?!”

“No, silly!”

For a moment he felt such immeasurable relief that he almost didn’t hear the second part of her declaration.

“He’s going to kill you!” She gestured to her grim companion. “I’m just going to eat you.”

There was no time to run. Not even time to scream. In half a second the man was behind him and yanking his head back by the hair. 

Jim felt only the bite of something cold and sharp drag across his throat. It was so fast that all he could do was marvel over the fact that he didn’t feel any pain. He tried to say ‘No’ but his voice didn’t seem to work. Instead all that came out was a wet, bubbling gasp. And then, without warning, a boot pressed between his shoulder blades and shoved him to the ground. 

Helplessly, he watched as his own lifeblood pooled around him and soaked into the frozen ground. Into the tree roots. Her roots. 

The tree-woman gave a deep, hearty sigh. The way one would after taking a long pull of water on a hot summer’s day. 

“Ah,” she moaned happily. “You always bring me the most delicious morsels.” 

“Of course,” the man replied. It was the first time Jim had ever heard him speak. He had such a soft voice for someone so menacing. “I’m only sorry I made you wait so long. I had to be sure.” 

“Sure?” The tree-woman giggled. 

“That he deserved this.”

“Ah, yes. And what did this one do?”

The man’s voice turned cold. 

“He hurt children.” 

Jim knew then he would die here. That he already was dying. That this was his punishment for everything he had ever done. 

He moaned pitifully. 

“Well, whatever he did,” the tree-woman giggled. “He tastes delicious.”

Above them, the tree grew. 

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[unblissfulawareness]

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. This is S&M.

Schwoz carries his own punishment device.

He protests but does not flinch away.

Ray is so fucking excited for this.

And I don’t even have to mention that when Schwoz is doing things he knows he’s not supposed to be doing, he’s got a great attitude about it.

And when he’s not in trouble their relationship is super solid.

[chicagofires]

hopefully tonight we get to add a scene to the collection of stellaride anywhere but a bed

[arkscape]

yandere sonamy au brain dump ignore typos it’s 4 am

but sonic is the yandere and amy is totally oblivious while still being head over heels for him. she constantly worries that he probably thinks she’s some stalker because they keep ending up bumping into one another and while it makes her heart flutter she’s scared he’ll catch on and hate her!! i mean sonic’s so popular and cool how could he ever want to date someone as boring and unfortunate as amy :( (her own thoughts) of course, sonic’s such a kind person he’d never be mean to her about it, but that would jsut make her feel worse because how could she makes such a sweet and kind and polite guy uncomfortable!!! and she’s super guilty about getting jealous when she sees pretty girls interacting with him (also all her own thoughts)

little does amy know that sonic is a total creep who has been following her around (“to protect her!” he says but we all know that’s not true)

he’ll pop up at every possible moment and turn if he smells the slightest bit of competition or danger for the pink cutie and she’s just so oblivious that she doesn’t notice him lurking around every corner, monitoring

and he DOES feel guilty about it, but only a little bit. i mean, it’s his duty to protect her right? she said herself that it was destiny for them to meet, so it’s his duty; his destiny to never leave her side! no matter if it means invading her personal space!! plus she doesn’t notice anyway, she’s far too trusting for her own good so he needs to be around to catch any evil in the world before it can taint her !!!

and yes sonic may come off as selfish or maybe even a jerk to others because of this, but the extras don’t matter when amy sees him as a light in the darkness and a perfect person right! so of course he’ll make sure to treat her extra gently, extra sweet since it’s what his destined other deserves, right?

and of course he knows she’s strong! he just doesn’t want her to ever have to exert herself. so he’ll take care of everything for her.

sonic is involved in after school activities like the track team and such, but luckily amy seems to love doing homework out on the field during track practice, “what a selfless girl, making things easy on me” sonic thinks as he never lets his eyes stray from her during their practice. he’s the best anyway so it’s not like it’s interfering with his performance

and yes it maaaaay be creepy to collect her things: pens, hairties and pins, charms and lip balm, notebooks, little trinkets and lost pieces of her uniform. and he’ll swear to you he’s just keeping them safe to return them to her once she needs them, but we both know that not all of those items amy actually lost herself.

amy is also just a bit creepy in the sense of like anime girl with a crush staying behind in school and sitting behind him in classes because she just thinks he’s so cool, and sonic notices and thinks it’s sooooo cute but he also wishes she’d just let him lurk behind her and always have his eyes on her

anyways freak4freak sonamy

also shadow is also probably a bit of a stalker for amy that’s just my sonshadamy brain

he’d probably think sonic is absolutely abhorrent and disgusting and use the excuse that he’s just “protecting” her from a creep like sonic when he’s also a freak

they’re all freaks

i love freaks

that’s all ehehehehehehehehe goodnight

[hannibal-lectotype]

“They sound like they’ve been trained on therapy talk.”

Yeah, well joke’s on you because both of the characters literally have been. The only reason this isn’t realistic is because they would never willingly discuss their feelings without seven layers of metaphor.

[goboombutspicy]

Starscream and soundwave aggressively making out and fragging in the background of a war. Nasty style with claws and teeth ripping each other apart (attempting to)

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[boxofobssessions]

Next week I’m either gonna scream of happiness or throw my tv out the window, no in between.

[doveskarma]

they match each others freak