#toxic sweets

[allastoredeer]

Deer's shed the velvet on their antlers. Alastor is no exception.

Bonus! They also eat it and cannibal besties always share.

+Bonus: Bucks shed their velvet right before rutting season, so take from thar what you will

Follow up post ➡️HERE ⬅️

[diornies]

some of my zutara sketches from twitter!

[monobmp]

Picks my nose

[beforeimdeceased]

please write toxic fgirl ellie🙏🙏🙏

TOXIC FGIRL!ELLIE HEADCANONS

i wish i was normal so badly. i keep fucking with these toxic evil women and it’s actually gonna put me back in the mental hospital, but here’s some fun headcanons based on the insanity of my love life.

texts “you’re coming over.” and it’s not a question or a request. you are coming over.

“we can watch a movie.” turns into “just spread them a bit wider for me baby.” reallll quick

only messages through snapchat ewww

takes mirror pics with the bottom of her shirt between her teeth to show her abs. also takes pics at a low angle to show off her nike sports bra

fucks you sooooo good it’s ridiculous. like you cannot continue to be mad at her when her tongue is slowly circling your clit and she’s knuckle deep in your wet cunt making you drip and squirt all over yourself.

“oh shit my ex is calling hold up…”

loves night drives especially when the sun is setting. will take you to grab food and drive up to the beach to enjoy the sunset. (don’t get attached don’t get attached don’t)

she may have other bitches but you CANNOT. sees you’re talking to somebody else or you post with someone on your cf and she’s texting you non stop “where are you.” “who is that?” “answer the fucking phone baby i’m not playing with you right now.”

will make you cry and lose your mind a lot. those intimate make out sessions with her will especially do you in. hands on your waist while she guides your slow sloppy kisses. peppering some on your neck, but only leaving hickies in between your thighs and on your chest because you’re not hers, but you are, but you’re not.

eventually you tell her to fuck off and that you’re done but she shows up at your door telling you she needs you and she’s sorry and she’s got flowers and your favorite fast food order in her hands. how can you say no?

a smoke sesh with her is life changing. always makes sure you’re comfortable and that you have whatever you’re craving. gives you soft pecks on the cheeks and on the lips. rubs your arms and kisses your hand while she looks up at you with those pretty puppy eyes.

[princessbrunette]

⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … COINCIDENCE ♡

track six of the short n’sweet series. pairing: toxic!jj x reader. based loosely on the song coincidence by sabrina carpenter. enjoy! ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

you and kiara carerra were not similar in the slightest.

both beautiful in your own right, sure — but just… different. she was tomboyish, a natural beauty with the ‘cool girl’ charm. she knew makes of cars, how to play pool and actually be good at it. she got competitive and passionate at sports events. she could make a plain tank top and denim shorts look effortlessly gorgeous. she was kiara — and you were well, you. a real girly girl, nails were always done, not the biggest sports fan and you’d always make sure your bikini matched your flip flops even if you were going to be taking them off the second you reached the beach. you were two people that probably wouldn’t cross paths otherwise, but you can see why she had her eye on you and likewise.

infact, you remember the first time you saw jj maybank — and he’d done a double take to watch you go by while she was still at his side.

granted, it was the very end of their relationship. you’re talking — break up the next day end. but still, it was grounds for you to raise an eyebrow. doubt strikes your chest each time you remember it. what should have been flattering was actually waving red flags in your face.

it wasn’t just a glance either, if you were being totally honest. it was a greedy stare — one that travelled from your face to your feet, every ex girlfriends nightmare when he ended up at your side just a few weeks later.

just like that, kiara started to show up everywhere the two of you were. haunting you like a ghost. she didn’t seem like she loved parties before, much preferring to surf and grab food on a saturday evening — but since you coupled up with the maybank boy you’d think she was hunting for the next Project X — around each turn all dressed up with a drink in her hand, chatting happily away to all of jj’s friends that you didn’t know how to talk to. it set you on edge.

a revenge plot, sure — and you couldn’t blame the girl. you’d be scalded too. you knew to stay out of her way, despite the situation bothering you. you knew jj noticed her scheming, infact she’d occasionally find reasons to talk to him and you’d swallow it down. she was confrontational, you were not — and perhaps guilt was involved, because you’d pathetically glue your eyes to your shoes whenever she’d smugly approach. you daren’t start anything.

you felt paralysed when she approached the blonde at your side at the next party you were at. “dude, can we talk in private?” she stresses solemnly, even glancing your way in reference as if to say ‘without her.’ you look helpless, bless your heart— looking over to jj and just praying her tells her to fuck off finally. but he didn’t, and wouldn’t. he might have been a little toxic in his decision making, but you’d like to think on the inside he was too good of a guy to let her down like that. which is why he presses his lips together awkwardly and nods, giving you a reassuring little pat on your lower back before strolling off with her towards an empty room, running a hand through his hair. you watched him go, you watched her take him away.

you walk to the drinks table and pour way too much liquor into your cup. pope watches, standing nearby having definitely scoped out the situation and sends you this… look. he meant well, but the gaze of sympathy did nothing to reassure you. what did he know? why would he be sorry?

you down the drink, and next thing you know it’s been fifteen minutes and they’re still behind a closed door. you shove your cup into john b’s hand, who looks taken aback but guards it nonetheless, and you storm right up there without thinking. you’re done being the sweet, lenient girlfriend. he wants crazy? you can match that too.

“times up, you can get the fuck ou—” your voice trails off after you swing the door open with such a force. it’s not exactly the sight you were expecting to see, shocked that you weren’t witnessing a head of blonde hair between her spread legs. instead, she paces infront of him in tears, all while he sits on the edge of the bed awkwardly, brow creased. whatever was happening, it didn’t look like cheating.

“of fucking course.” kiara gestures to you before pushing past, wiping her eyes and leaving the room. you clear your throat awkwardly.

“wanna leave?” your voice comes softer this time and he blinks at you.

“‘ya.”

the drive home is weird and suspenseful. he’s gripping the steering wheel and you’re fidgeting and itching, dying to ask what happened. what you saw.

“i just don’t understand why she won’t leave you alone.” your voice decides on a solemn tone as you stare ahead at the dark road ahead of you. jj’s jaw ticks in irritation and his eyes flutter as if resisting an eye roll. you just about catch the expression when you turn your head, and no — it’s not what you were expecting.

“its not really like, up for discussion right now? so can we just—” his hand lurches forward to press the on button to the radio, music ringing out for not even a second before you shut it off just as fast, frowning now.

“no, that’s — don’t be unfair. i’ve been so fucking tolerant jj. you know i have. i have never asked— but— but can you not see how this might concern me?” you feel your face getting hot and your voice raising.

“alright we’re goin’ there— okay! look, babe — she’s my friend. i’ve known that chick since i was like fourteen so this whole issue is kinda bigger than you, i’ll be honest—”

“you’re in a relationship. you left her! why do i feel like i have to hold you so tight or you’re gonna run off to her!”

“i’on know maybe you should be lookin’ at your own trust issues ‘stead of pointing the finger at me.” he pulls into your drive, haphazardly parking the car but neither of you make a move to get out, turning your bodies to face one another.

“trust issues? jj do you really think it’s a coincidence that she shows up everywhere that we’re at? she’s trying to get you back and i don’t know what hold she has over you but you need to stop letting her run you if you wanna stay with me.” you assert, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. he rolls his eyes practically into space, leaning back in his seat as he runs a hand over his face.

“look. she got the wrong idea. last time me n’you had that big fight i… i went over to see her. nothin’ happened i just talked about…us, and i guess she just — she got her hopes up— that’s it, okay—”

“are you serious? jj are you fucking serious?” your voice shakes, and your feet move. you open the car door, being sure to slam it shut before marching to your door, trembling hands fumbling for the keys in your purse. he’s quick to follow, sighing at his own choice of words as he tries to block you from getting inside, continuing to ramble.

“dont be like that, mama. c’mon, you know i wouldn’t go there. you really don’t trust me— like at all?”

“the first time i saw you, you checked me out while you were still with her. you’re not above it.” you sniff angrily as you finally find your keys, shoving past to slot them in the keyhole. he grabs your arm as you pass him, stopping you in your tracks. you always forget how strong he is.

“it ain’t right. i know.” he defends, eyes wide and urgent as he stares down at you. he softens, trying to pull you toward him. “i know.”

“no you don’t. so what, when you lose feelings for me you’ll just toss me to the side when a hotter girl comes along? no thank you.” you shove him off you, storming into the living room and he curses, shutting your front door and chasing you in.

“i’on know what you want from me but i’mma guess it’s some kinda sick reassurance. i told you time and time again that me n’her just weren’t right. we outgrew eachother. end of freakin’ story. you know what? you know what babe? i’mma show you what you do to me.” you feel him on you, manhandling you like some kind of brute, a kidnapper of sorts and roughly lowering you to the ground so he can hold you down on your front no matter how hard you squirm.

nothing in your body is saying no despite your violent wriggling from his grip. infact, on instinct your back arches and you groan, petulantly.

“yeah, tha’s what i thought. all this ‘cos you wanted papa to show you how much he cares? that it? god damn you piss me off.” he grits his teeth, fighting your skirt off your body as he holds your body down with his knees, practically straddling you.

it doesn’t take long for you to get wet, not with the way he’s handling you, with the way he’s talking to you, a hand on your throat pulling your face off the carpet to listen good.

“i was in the room tellin’ her to stop playin’ in my girls face and she was cryin’. that what you wanted to hear? huh? that it’s you over anyone? ‘cus if that’s what you want i can drill it right into that brain all night. pull your panties to the side n’don’t lemme tell you twice.”

your glossy folds part for him when you arch harder, tears on your cheeks that you don’t remember falling as you reach back and peel the panties away from your cunt. you hear him belt buckle and you mewl from habit. it felt so good. it felt so good to be chosen.

“mhm. if i’m so bad, and such a pig, why am i holdin’ you down gettin’ ready to pound your shit right now and not with her? huh?”

you couldn’t answer. maybe this was bigger than you, maybe it wasn’t — but for now you’ll believe his every word. hard not to listen when he’s pushing his tip in.

[bitchslapblastoids]

V: Not that I’m broke. Because I know where to come if I’m broke.

D: Thank you for buying merchandise at shop.danielhowell.com so that I can pay for my grandma’s…total body workout.

Hard to overstate how much I adore this whole this (saved the parasocial for the tags)

[knifeslidez]

under pressure

[noxx-33i]

This is my twt 600 special and also my tumblr 100 special and it’s OBVIOUSLY SWOCKET GUYS… Heh. Enjoy.

[bixels]

Be honest, what are your thoughts on appledash? Do you hate it or its more of not a big deal

Not a big deal to me. I like it, I see all the appeals, I just personally like Rarijack more.

[haydardotjpg]

Blood sticks, sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none

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wait what do you mean a red string of fate ties us together but all we do is strangle each other with it. what do you mean this string can only stretch and tangle but never break and yet we keep biting and gnawing on it to try to free ourselves from it anyway.

[confusedmothboy]

did anyone say demon king laios? i did

[k16is]

JUST LET THEM BE HAPPYYYYYYYY AND HAVE A LITTLE KISSSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭[CAR CRASHES INTO ME AND I EXPLODE]

[beforeimdeceased]

ok so what if reader fucks toxic!ellie with a strap for the first time and ellie pretends like she’s bored and hates it but then she can’t stop moaning and shaking

wait because…fucking up into toxic ellie because she said some dumb shit about you not being able to top. sitting her on your cock and watching as she pretends it isn’t stretching her so fucking good. her biting at your neck, whispering “we should switch.” when she feels a moan stuck in her throat. you not granting her any mercy. fucking your hips up into her, your hands holding her still. watching her try her best not to moan. biting her lip and closing her eyes.

“how’s it feel, els?” you’ll ask, lips twisted into a devious smile.

and she’ll try her best to shrug you off. “s’ okay. mmph.” she digs her nails into your shoulders, feeling you fucking deeper into her needy cunt. then you’ll wrap a hand around her neck and that sends her over the edge. her mouth falls open and she can’t stop whining, feeling your pace slow but your thrusts still going hard and deep. making it hard for her to pretend she’s not about to make a mess on your lap.

[princessbrunette]

⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … DON’T SMILE ♡

track twelve of the short n’sweet series. pairing: toxicex!johnb x reader. based loosely on the song don’t smile by sabrina carpenter. this is the final drabble of the series! i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing! ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

there you were again. lying next to your ex boyfriend john booker routledge in the nude, having succumbed once more to seeing him. you said it was the last time. this had to be the last time.

you’d practically dragged him through his house to the chateau when you’d arrived, only having dropped him a warning text of ‘i’m coming over’ ten minutes prior. you didn’t care to alert him any sooner, john b had no life outside of tormenting you and treasure hunting — what the fuck else would he be doing?

“have you been with anyone but me since we broke up?” you gasp between kisses as he had unhooked your bra.

“psh, yes.” he’d shrugged, pulling away to not only avoid eye contact but to focus on that fidgety hook that just wouldn’t unclasp.

“no you haven’t.”

“no, i have not.” he admits, a little too gleefully with a grin as he closes back in to kiss you once more.

that moment swirls around in your head as you lay on his bicep, still able to feel his release leaking from you. thank god for birth control, or else you’d have been knocked up by now.

john b watches the ceiling fan continue to spin overhead, barely blinking as he thinks of what to say. you break the silence first, rolling over to loom down on him.

“if you ever stop loving me i’ll kill you.”

“noted…” he presses his lips together in a awkward yet polite smile like he truly believed you might. “does that mean we’re… back togeth—”

“nope.”

you flop back down, this time on his chest — making yourself comfy. you knew you’d have to move in a minute, clean up and see yourself out, but you could enjoy this while it lasts. you didn’t need him… not really, not… all the time. you were sure you could find someone to do the job just as well, make you cry just as hard — but for now he’d have to do. you’d gone too long without begging him to be a boyfriend, why throw away all that pride now?

[renonv]

A lot of you requested SpUk yesterday, and I’ve been meaning to draw something for them,,, so here’s a small snippet from an au where the two of them get stranded and they have to make their way back… together 😳

[puppiesandnightlock]

unstable jon + extremly unstable damian = an extremely unstable jon and a damian who only has to look hurt, angry, or offended before there are several dead bodies on the floor and a blood spattered innocent looking boyfriend in front of him