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🩸 ―――― SHE WAS EMBARRASSED BY ART ONCE AGAIN, BESTING HER AND RUBBING IT IN HER FACE BY ENJOYING THE BLOOD HE SPILLE FROM HER PAINTED ON HIS THUMB. it infuriated sienna to a point where her rage was consuming her from the inside, making her blood boil, and her limbs quake with aggression. she vowed from the moment she began this fight with @ourdyingwords that she would do everything in her power to defeat him. she still didn't know how she would do this but she'd settle for causing him as much pain as possible. she stood back up on her feet and spread them apart, scowling at him, and squinting her eyes in anger. “ you're DISGUSTING ” she yelled at him. she stepped on the handle of a shovel that laid next to her feet, causing it to prop up quickly which she then promptly took a hold of and slammed the metal plate against art's face. she wanted to see him bleed too. he deserved every bit of pain she could cause him; it might not do him in in the way she was always hoping but it was enough to make her feel better. he was an evil, soulless thing and she would take great pleasure in causing him pain, hoping to eventually lead him to his death. she stood above him and knocked him again in the face with his shovel, “ i owe you pain. ”
#ourdyingwords#ourdyingwords: sienna shaw#ic ( answered meme. )#sienna shaw ( answered meme. )#you're one of us now queue.
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🩸 ―――― LAWRENCE NEVER THOUGHT HE'D SEE THE DAY WHEN HE WOULD SEE ADAM AGAIN AFTER THAT DREADFUL NIGHT. every day since his miraculous escape, he had thought about what he was forced to endure and the victim that was forced to do the same. for months, in the beginning, he tried his hardest to not think about it and attempt to leave it in the past, but the more he fought it, the more it began to consume him, and before he could really come head to head with his�� trauma, john had scooped him up and seduced him into the way of life that is jigsaw. he was a part of this now, and he saw the good that john was doing — in his own, little sadistic way — and lawrence really didn't particularly agree with his methods, but he did this because he owed it to john. now he owed it to adam to help him find some peace. even though they have only spent a few short hours with each other in their lifetime, adam was the only person that lawrence could relate to; the only person that could possibly understand the weight of their shared trauma.
HE NODS AT HIS WORDS, PRESSING HIS LIPS TOGETHER GENTLY AS HE LISTENS TO HIS FRIEND. ❛ i'm sure, i wouldn't doubt it. i think i'd rather stay here. i'm glad you found your way back, though ❜ he responded, offering adam a half - hearted smile. he looked around the room, seeing everyone was beginning to flood in for the next session of saw victims anonymous. he looks back at adam, ❛ that's a good first step, adam. i've dealt with it, too. i had a drinking problem for a while after it all first went down. my wife couldn't take it anymore but, here i am, good as new ❜ he told him, lying through his teeth. sure, he didn't lie about the alcoholism or his wife leaving him, but he sure as hell wasn't good. he had a long way to go before he achieved that status. he nods, ❛ they have, really. it's nice to know that there are other people out there. you're not alone [ . . . . ] are you going to share tonight ? you don't have to, if you feel you're not ready. ❜
Adam wouldn't say he held any sort of resentment towards Lawrence for never seeing him once he dragged himself out of the bathroom, trying not to bleed to death. They had been strangers before it all, and had only spent six hours of their entire lives together. And that time together had been nothing short of a nightmare. He couldn't blame Larry for not wanting to have anything to do with that experience. And it wasn't like Adam had reached out to him, either, and given that Lawrence was a doctor and Adam was a shady photographer he was the easier one to find.
Of course he has no way of knowing that now Lawrence has access to all the same information that had been gathered about Adam before the bathroom.
"New York. That's where she lives. Never thought I'd stay in an apartment smaller than the one I had before, but New York's are borderline criminal."
The observation is made without an air of judgement but Adam is still a little embarrassed anyway. He knows he's a mess. Known for a long time. He had just hoped it wasn't so obvious at first glance. Maybe it's just the residual affects of drug withdrawal.
"I mean, I've been better. Obviously. But, you know, the fact that I can actually be sober now is a big improvement." Adam plays with a rogue thread from the sleeve of his shirt to keep his hands busy while he looks back at Lawrence. "How've you been doing? These meetings really helping you?"
#ourdyingwords: lawrence gordon#ourdyingwords#lawrence gordon ( threads. )#lawrence gordon ( saw: final chapter verse threads. )#you're one of us now queue.
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ANSWERED: Art credit for da first Ren meme goes to @meo-eiru!!
BUT HELPPPPP THESE ARE SO FUNNY JDSGJH T_T The Moth meme + Uno meme had me CACKLING lmaoooooooo
#This has been happening a lot recently (and is by no means directed to OP) but!! Just a reminder to credit artists if you use their art!!#And it's always better to ask for permission beforehand; some artists don't like havin their art shared / reposted / reuploaded / etc.#They put in effort to create content for you to consume; so it's only fair to give them da proper credit and exposure in return!!#''Credits to the original creator'' and ''I found the image on google / pinterest / etc.'' isn't a good enough excuse >.<#If you can't find the creator; don't share it. And at the very least try to reverse image search to locate the source#But!!!! With all that being said:#Everyone is welcome to use the official 14DWY sprites/game assets without asking for my permission or giving credit!#I personally think it's ok because game assets can be found /within/ the game itself; it's not like folks have to go on a search hunt--#--to find a specific artist. They can find the art/asset within the game without having to do the extra steps.#If that makes any sense??#Like the 14DWY style is fairly recognisable if you're familiar with the game; folks don't need to reverse image search for anything.#Anyways I'm done ranting in da tags#I might make this an actual post in the future because; again; this has been happening a lot recently in the 14dwy tag/my askbox#and all these talented artists don't deserve this ;n;#Plus it shouldn't be my job to be the one giving credit..... T_T /lh /nm#OKOK I'm done for realsies now#Thank you OP for making these memes!! And sorry for ranting on what's supposed to be a lighthearted post dghjdgjhsg ^^;#💜 — 14dwy memes.#💌 — answered.#💖 — 14 days with queue.
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SIGNAL BASED TIME TRAVEL: IF YOU HAVE MILITARY COMPUTERS THAT ENABLE YOU TO TRAVEL TO A FOREIGN PLANET AND DISGUISE YOURSELF AS A MEMBER OF THE CIVILIAN POPULATION, AN ILLEGAL SPY IN TERMS OF LAWS RELATED TO WAR, YOU CAN USE THOSE COMPUTERS TO SEARCH OUR COMPUTER NETWORK, WHICH WE CALL THE INTERNET. CAN YOU SAY IT WITH ME? IN TER NET. LET ME REALLY SLOW IT DOWN BECAUSE YOU SEEM TO BE HARD OF HEARING OR FUNCTIONALLY DEFICIENT IN TERMS OF COGNITION OR COMPREHENSION
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Iiiiiiiiiiiiin teeeeeeeer neeet
#internet#google data centers have their own copies of publicly available electronic information sources#google indexes all the data it has so it can provide search results#a duplicate copy#in each of the Google data centers#and that's just one search engine#what exactly are you scanning (if anything) before you decide to invade our species' home planet again#what are you using for your military intelligence#you're just one time of many#sona versus baku in the film star trek insurrection#you can join the queue to bafti otherwise because ignoring all this proves you're really deliberate time traveling criminals#square military rank insignia militaries#davis california and william windsor and william atreides and shran bew william of andor and terra#nazi attacks are happening on the planet Earth all the time#gomez y merovingian et romanov y sobieski y atreides y terra y andor y shran y bew y william y selena y anastasia square military rank unit#celebrities#artists on tumblr#beauty#star wars#taylor swift#star wars: rogue one#square military rank insignia militaries showing up to finish or repeat the davis mind control rape for their own good to rescue them#rape for own good to rescue all that come here - even though they never left#you truly are following your raping women in arenas while they're strapped to a giant X masters#i already said it#square military rank insignia militaries are free to bafti if they come here#now i know my fully codeds#domo arrigato roboto san#close#audible words - that took forever - heard at night while apparently asleep - Bradley Carl Geiger - 8774 Williamson - Sacramento California
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#crow comic#art#artist#artist on tumblr#comic#original comic#here's the next one wowowowowow!#I finally got round to uploading all the pages and putting them in order so. Now I guess I'll queue them so they release#without me having to remember cause I will 100% forget#I would like to point out for the observant that. I wrote this in. 2020! So I would have been a cool 19 years old#it was for a college project sure but I cannot claim to have the best research or drawing skills in general#so what I portray may not be accurate to the actual myth I'm trying to talk about#I encourage you to look up the stories on your own if you're interested! This is kinda. A crash course. Very brief introduction#I liked crows and wanted to draw them for a grade and I totally did so. I win#black crow is a massive mood constantly I will say#I have used their face as a reaction image before cause the :O is just. Excellent#nice job past me
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🩸 ―――― ANDY WAS ELATED TO SEE NICA ONCE AGAIN. he had been dreadfully worried about her well being with chucky stuck inside her head and who knows what kind of things he's been whispering to her, the things he's more than likely forcing her to do against her will. he's come to care so much about nica and, even though it was quite difficult for him to ever admit it, his heart has grown fond of her. maybe it was because of their mutual trauma when it came to chucky but andy liked to think it ran deeper than that. he could see nica's soul through her eyes when she spoke of how much she wanted to be rid of chucky and all the things she's come to regret. she was good; she deserved a real chance at life. he takes a small swig of his drink as he listened to her, “ of course i do, nica. you deserve the help [ .... ] ” he told her, looking into her eyes deeply. “ i — i know of that site. i can look more into it. there's gotta be something on there that can tell us how to get rid of that little fucker ” he said, determination oozing from his words. he downed the rest of his drink quickly and then turns in his stool to fully face her, “ come on, lets get out of here. we can go back to my place and look it up. i have other stuff we can look at it too [ .... ] ”
she's happier, maybe happier than she could imagine. the fact that andy had missed her hadn't quite registered, but there was still something that she liked about it. she missed him, too. chucky hated it, && she knew it, but it was the only real thing that kept him quiet. keeping him quiet was so odd those days, taking a lot of time in order for her to get some sort of peace && quiet inside her own head. there wasn't a lot that she was able to keep to herself, including how she felt about andy. she && chucky made the others' lives miserable, but that was something that they'd managed to live with. that's fuckin' rich, kid, chucky comments. she realizes the smug words didn't hit the same way they usually did. was chucky losing his touch? no. she's just gotten used to those barbs over the years. its better than not having anything to really fall back on, when she got down to the meat of the situation. "i'm glad that you still want to help me," she admits, keeping her voice a little low as she tries to order her thoughts. there's another, slightly less mean chuckle from chucky and she rubs the back of her neck. "he'd mentioned something ... voodoofordummies.com or some shit like that. i think that's what he'd been using to do everything."
#fragmcntdstars: andy barclay#fragmcntdstars#andy barclay ( main verse threads. )#andy barclay ( threads. )#you're one of us now queue.
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🩸 ―――― IT WAS A DARK NIGHT AT THE PIER OF SANTA CARLA AND IT WAS THE PERFECT NIGHT TO PREY AND FEED UPON THE LIVING. it was the murder capital of the world after all and it was his duty that he and his boys see to it that its reputation stay intact. he wouldn't go out without his vampire queen, though. he enters into the vampire's den and spots nessa sitting, enjoying the quiet. he comes up from behind her and places his hands over her eyes, smirking, “ guess who. and if you guess right, you might get a little gift [ .... ] ” he whispers in her ear and then nibbles on her earlobe gently. he was full of surprises tonight.
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Federal Bureau of Control
--> the Research Sector
#it'd sure be nice if tumblr suggested the most recently used tags#instead of ones from months ago#control#control 2019#control remedy#remedy entertainment#photo mode#screenshots#oldest house#the oldest house#federal bureau of control#done with the Research Sector (for now)#do not be fooled! there will probably not be more after the queue runs out.#at least not until i inevitably revisit the game. again.#the mold™#do as you're told! don't eat mold!
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To keep it humble, now lets look at one of my least favorites I drew for Funguary. I don't even think it's *bad* it's just that I don't like it. I was still trying new brushes, new styles, and It was just one of those days it isn't all coming together like you hope it will. It can be really discouraging when you find yourself in that position, but that's just how art is.
And, real talk? It makes looking back at my favorites even better. Because yeah I don't like this one and yeah I just wasnt able to execute the idea that was in my head to the standard I wanted, but it's not because i'm not capable and just a few images away in my Funguary folder is proof of that. Maybe sometimes I'm drawing like this, but it makes the times when I bust out the glowshroom even better.
This one cannot be bought on redbubble currently. If this somehow breaks containment and it turns out someone really wants this I'll be happy to put it up for you, but it didn't bring me joy, so it hasn't gone on the shelf yet.
#lofe draws#my art#lofe talks#mushroom#funguary#blue milk cap#failure pile#it's mean to call her a failure but thats the tag I want to use for posting the art I DON'T like#because I think it's important to show the ones you hate just as much as the ones you love#its all part of the game#Also my grandfather told me a long long long time ago to never throw away your art even if you don't think its good#because it IS growth and years later you're going to go back through it with new eyes and realize there were some redeeming qualities#and hey actually maybe you want to draw X like that again#and my grandfather was very right and I have never regretted keeping the art I hated because it is growth then and growth now#and there is no greater endorphin rush than seeing art I drew at 13 and thought was good then look like SHIT compared to what I draw now#13 year old me would have been so jealous and so proud I stuck around to get better#and 31 year old me is so in love with that kid who drew and drew and drew until one day I didn't hate everything I put out#queue 2 cue#original
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🩸 ―――― PENNYWISE ENJOYED INFLICTING PAIN, SUFFERING, AND TERROR INTO ITS VICTIMS BEFORE FEASTING UPON THEIR FLESH. it made them taste better, giving it a sense of seasoning before he dined on them. it was like an appetizer for IT. when pennywise had grabbed the girl's face and invaded her mind with all the worst horrors and fears she's experienced in her life, IT noticed a man made of blades and a burned face that could scare any child; something that nightmares were made of. this interested the clown, making IT smirk widely in a sinister fashion. IT could use this; IT could even transform into this figure she's been running away from and hiding for so long. IT could tell this was ITs gateway into becoming a part of her.
PENNYWISE FINALLY LET HER GO AND STEPPED BACK, GETTING ON ALL FOURS AS IT STARED AT HER FROM BELOW. ITs eyes began to glow a harsh yellow and ITs teeth bared, snarling at her. “ ooo, that's what you're so afraid of, little girl ? you're afraid of the man with blades as fingers ? tell me, did he — hurt you ? ” IT asked sinsiterly, getting up and suddenly changing visage; wearing the same guise of the man her nightmares were made of. ITs fingers, which were known the same blades, reached out and stroked her hair. “ you'll never be rid of me, camilla [ .... ] ” even ITs voice changed.
her unwavering gaze remaines on the clown, apprehensive that diverting her eyes would draw it nearer. she even moves backwards a few strides as an added measure. enough to instill a sense of safety in her, enabling her to escape if given the chance. she felt an increasing surge of foolishness for consenting to the senseless dare now that she could get a clearer sight of it's painted face and experiences the chilling, bone - rattling sinister laugh that shook her to her very core, sending an icy shiver running up her spine.
" Um, you're welcome? -- I don't know... Maybe a taco. " she moves forward by half a step as the clown vanishes behind the rock it had been occupying, driven by curiosity to uncover the clown's intentions behind it. the frigit sensation that coursed up her spine sends another jolt through her as she momentarily closes her eyes and breathes in deeply, her feet slowly pivoting until eyes flutter open again to settle on the transformed figure. she suddenly becames immobilized, entering a trance as a multitude of fears began infiltrating her thoughts, surrendering her to relive the horrors inflicted by the man with blades as fingers who haunts her dreams once more.
#nightsuffer: pennywise#nightsuffer#pennywise ( threads. )#pennywise ( chapter one verse threads. )#you're one of us now queue.
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Aughhghghh still busy <3 sorry for the late replies to comments and such lol bye <33333
#wren text tag#everynow and then I log in to briefly check my tumblr#there's one dude who reblogged every single thing I had in one of my tags#and that spammed my notification like aughaugh what is going on sir ( <- not used to this)#at lest add some tags so that I can know you're not a bot or tag them “queue” fr#bc generally if I see an blog with 300+ reblogs for day with no tags and no propic I'll just think “bot”#if you were a real person and I softblocked you sorry#but anyway the updates#still busy with finals and assignments#blah blah long story short I was supposed to give 3 exams the same day bc IDK they don't know how to schedule things#and two of them were like... basically at the same time uhhh???????#so then the students committee got angry and decided to have class assembly which lead to nothing if not an headache <333#In the end I'll take 2 of them that day and the other one will go with the summer session#in like 2 months time#a problem for future wren now let's go back to work on the portfolio for the end of year revision bc there's also that aughhhh#but whatever lol#so... I think soon I will have some time#hopefully#so I can go check my mutuals and spam them as well#call it revenge lol#byeeeee#* fucking explodes *#be ready when I'll be back you'll wish I stayed gone#😞😞😞 idk emoji time this tag essay looks too serious otherways
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Okay so like. You know your own name as a kid, right?
You remember how it sounds, how your parents say it, how your friends say it- you learn how to spell it, and maybe even what it means and why it was given to you, and it's yours.
It's not a tangible, physical thing, like your hair or your fingernails, but it's yours. It belongs to you.
So, like. Imagine there comes a point in life where everyone gets their name tattooed to their forehead, or something.
Could be when they're two. Could be when they're twenty. Hell, it could be when they're eighty, or ninety-nine, or whenever. But it's everybody, and it's inevitable, and it happens.
Now imagine the time comes for you, and you get up after and look in the mirror and realize they spelled it wrong.
And you have to go outside and live your life in a world where everybody is so totally used to knowing people's names on sight that not a single person second-guesses that your parents named you Susam, or Ahley, or Benjabib.
And you know it's wrong, every time you hear it, but you can choose to explain every single time- every time you're called in a coffee queue, every time a teacher picks you in class, every time you meet a new person or bump into a stranger or are greeted on the street, by children and employers and door-to-door salesmen and your fucking waitress- or you can kind of just learn to grit your teeth and ignore it.
You still notice, of course- maybe you learn to accept it, maybe you hate it every time, but whether you do anything about it or not, you still know. You know people have the wrong word for you in your head.
You know they still mean YOU, but it's not you.
So what's your solution?
Do you shrug, decide it doesn't matter, and go about your life?
Do you smear the typo over with foundation, pencil in new letters every morning?
Do you stare into the mirror sometimes and think, "wow, I should really get that fixed"?
Maybe you save up your money and get it removed, or covered up, or changed to something else. Maybe the whole damn thing was wrong, and you've been a Jacob running around as a Hailey this whole damn time.
That's the best way to explain it. It's not an easily-provable thing, or a demonstrable thing, or a feeling I can one-for-one substitute as something else-
but that's what it's like to know you're not a girl.
#Based on a conversation with a family member#It's fine if you don't get it Brendo that probably means you haven't experienced it#Oh sorry “Brenda”#My bad
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juno
pairing: spencer reid x college!reader
description: in which spencer gets a little worked up when the two of you dance so when you get home a few hours later, you make it up to him.
tags: MDNI! smut, fluff, alcohol consumption, established relationship, tiny age gap (reader is 23 and spencer is 27), fem!reader, softdom!spencer but also a little sub, switch!reader, spencer gets a boner at a party lol, nipple stuff, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected pinv, brief finger sucking, dirty talk (gasp), praise kink, munch!spencer (my fav), nicknames used (angel, baby, sweet girl, etc.), little bit of overstim, reader isnt inebriated during it (hazy initially) but she sobers up quick, lmk if im missing anything.
a/n: to add on to the influx of sabrina carpenter song inspired fics, here is juno. i went through a rigorous process of deciding which spencer era i wanted for this and settled on s4 spence. my first smut, this was awful and fucking exhausting to write, idk how you smut writers do it but we got through it. hope you like it...
wc: 4.2k
the room is dimly lit, candles scattered on every flat surface– this is a fire hazard, calm down spence. there's a steady buzz of conversation that passes through the room, just enough people that it isn't overcrowded nor is it too sparse, it’s a stark contrast to the other parties—loud, sweaty and cramped—that have been springing up as the semester draws to a close. the pros of having an invite-only party, you think.
the dress code, though not formally stated, is dark and moody. god knows what that means–just wear something black and make sure it's sexy. so there you are, in a mini skirt, an off shoulder black top with sleeves that end at your knuckles, knee high boots, and a pair of sheer tights.
spencers in a black button up and matching dress pants. he looks good, really fucking good. his hair slicked back in a way you can only describe as prince charming and eyes somehow sparkling in the low light. you have to kiss him. you peck his jaw in admiration and he shoots you a puzzled but sweet smile.
your arm is tucked snuggly in your boyfriend’s as you talk to a guy from one of your classes. spencer knows your crowd, so you don't feel too bad when you leave him to go help the host, your friend vanessa, in the kitchen. she's mixing drinks when you get to her.
“good turn out huh?” she says, handing you a bottle to open.
“oh yeah, ness, definitely. one of my favourites so far, too,” you commend, unscrewing the top and giving it back to her.
she pours the contents into a pitcher, “thanks.”
“but you know… what could make it better…” your tone nothing short of subtle, your eyes glinting with persuasion.
she lets out a huff. “you spend an hour without normal music and you're suffering,” she teases you all while expertly pouring margaritas into red cups.
“hey! i love your-” you pause, trying to find the right words, “nondescript jazz but.. i love sabrina carpenter a bit more.”
you throw her your best puppy dog eyes and she concedes. “fine. my phone is on the table. you can play whatever you want if,” she bargains, holding out a tray of drinks, “you take these.” you squeal and accept her offer.
“you're a darling,” you call out from over your shoulder as you walk away.
“uh-huh,” she says sarcastically, a small chuckle escaping her lips. “don't spill!”
you put the tray down on the coffee table upon your return, grabbing vanessa's phone before settling next to spencer, who is now on the couch. the guy from your class is gone. you frantically scroll through the playlist, adding things to the queue. spencer puts his arm over your shoulders as he peers over at the screen. he's used to your antics, so he doesnt question the fact that it isn't even your phone, humming in approval when you add a song that he likes. the music starts playing at a comfortable volume from the speakers and you lean into spencer's side, quietly murmuring along, “all i can do is try, give me one chance…”
at some point, a makeshift dance floor forms. clusters of people belting the lyrics, and swaying to the rhythm. you join them, always down for an impromptu dance sesh–or at least that's what the cup in your hand suggests. spencer watches you intently from the couch, eyebrows raised in amusement as you wave your hands around expressively with the words. he loves when you sing. his eyes trace the way your skirt hugs your hips, and how your hips, in turn, move in sync with the beat. he’s mesmerised by you.
a few songs in, a sheen of sweat glistens on your skin. there’s no doubt you’re a dancing drunk. as if on cue—well, it was—'juno' starts playing, and you scan the room for spencer. you spot him in the corner, serving food onto his plate.
you rush over to him, recalling how he validated the song choice earlier. you’d played it to him for the first time a few weeks ago and he went on to explain how in roman mythology, juno is the queen of the gods and the goddess of marriage and children, similar to hera in greek mythology, and consequently, you told him about the 2007 film ‘juno’ and promised you'd introduce him to the world of michael cera, and that his life will forever be changed, when he said he hadn't seen it.
“mmph what?” he grumbles, a mouthful of egg roll muffling his words, as you pull him by the arm. you take the plate from his hand, putting it down on the coffee table and leading him into the crowd.
you hold onto both his hands and move them between you two as you sing.
“give it to me baby, you make me wanna make you fall in love.”
he smiles, trying to follow your movements and failing. you giggle at his attempts.
“can't help myself hormones are high.”
you turn around and wrap his arms around your waist, your back to his chest. you try to lead him this way and he seems to catch on, moving his hips with you, it's a little stiff but it's a happy medium.
“oh late at night i’m thinkin’ ‘bout you, ah. wanna try out some freaky positions?”
you aren't trying to drive him crazy, but the alcohol is. “have you ever tried this one?” you glance behind at him when you say this, pushing your ass back against his crotch, the feeling not lost between the layers of fabric.
you feel him tense behind you, but you don’t think much of it, assuming he felt awkward about dancing in front of people. you spin around in his arms, smiling happily, with not a hint of malice in your eyes. you’re not even teasing him—just giving in to an incorrigible need to perform, fucking theatre kids.
he tries to play it cool but then the bridge arrives, and god save him.
“adore me,” you guide his hands to your hips. “hold me and explore me,” you lead them slowly up your body, gliding over your ribs, “mark your territory,” you press his hands firmly into your sides. you let go and loop your hands around his neck, rolling your shoulders, “tell me i'm the only, only, only, only one.”
you trail your hands down his chest as the verse repeats. you go lower till you drop to your knees in front of him, and he thinks he might die.
“i’m so fucking horny,” no youre not, “tell me i'm the only, only, only, only one,” you are, everything.
you spring back up on your feet and start jumping, guiding him to dance with you or something to that degree. frankly, he's disoriented, your mood gone as quick as it arrived, as he tries to keep up. when, in fact, everything you just did went straight between his legs. a nervous flush spreads across his face as he feels the growing tightness in his pants, and you, oblivious to the effect you had on him–but only because you were drunk you swear– nudge his nose with yours in an attempt to calm him down. he gives you a tight lipped smile, classic spencer, and excuses himself to the bathroom, to splash water on his face or to jerk off, he doesn't know.
the party comes to a screeching halt an hour later when someone throws up on vanessa's couch and she kicks everyone out, swearing that she's never hosting at her place ever again.
you're a giggling fit as you walk down the, fairly empty, street. spencer follows close behind, a small smile playing on his face as he watches you spin. his coat hangs loosely on your shoulders–his coat and not yours because you insisted you wouldn't need one, but when the breeze hit your legs, you were sorely mistaken. he catches up with you and laces your hands together, your head lands on his shoulder now that you're all tuckered out.
after a quick subway ride the two of you make it to his apartment, having previously agreed that you'd spend the night there since you don't have any classes tomorrow. he slowly leads a tipsy you up the stairs and unlocks his door, letting you in.
you let his coat drop to the floor as he leads you to his room, he sits you at the edge of the bed before crouching down to unzip your boots and take them off. he pulls at the waistband of your skirt, asking.
“spencer walter reid, are you trying to get in my pants?” you ask quietly, the tiredness in your voice evident as you try to tease him.
“yes,” he says with a mock seriousness that makes you laugh a little. “lift your hips angel.”
you oblige and he pulls your skirt and tights off in one go, stretching comically as the long piece of fabric peels away, in a way that only his long limbs would allow. he leans down and kisses up your shin to your knee, doing the same to your other leg, murmuring a “perfect girl,” into your skin before standing up. he makes you blush, always does.
he walks over to his dresser to grab the pair of pyjamas you left at his place the last time you were over. he comes back with your shorts, but instead of the matching piece, he’s holding one of his t-shirts.
“arms up please” he requests and you do, he slips your top off and offers you his hand so you can stand.
you feel a little exposed, clad in only your bra and underwear, though he's seen you in less on multiple occasions. he bends to help you put on the bottoms. “i can dress myself, y'know?” you say, in spite of the fact that you're holding onto his shoulders as you step into the shorts. he only hums as he slides them up, tying the strings into a bow. he reaches behind you to undo the clasp, letting your bra fall. he shamelessly looks at your tits before he puts the shirt on. you shake your head minutely, amused.
“come on,” he nudges you toward the bathroom.
you lazily brush your teeth, take your makeup off and flop onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, sinking into the pillows behind you. pillows that have accumulated over time since you started dating spencer, you had insisted a pile was the way to go and he indulged you even though most would end up on the floor in the morning–it's decorative, spence, and comfortable.
you see spencer changing in your peripheral and sit up. you ogle him as he unbuttons his shirt. he smirks when he notices your eyes on him.
“you enjoying the show?” he probes, eyes squinting slightly.
you bite your lip coyly and nod. “mhm, very much.” you throw your duvet off lightly and step out of bed, crossing over to him. “let me help?” you ask quietly.
he lets go of his shirt and raises his palms up in surrender, letting you do it.
“i mean it's only fair, i showed you mine so you should show me yours,” you say, trailing a finger down his chest to continue unbuttoning.
his hands find your waist and pull you closer. “oh, is that how it is?”
“afraid so, doctor reid,” you say with a shrug, sneaking your hands under the fabric to push the shirt off his shoulders. you reach down and make work on his belt buckle, trying to fight back a smile because he just makes you so…
you slide his belt off and unbutton his pants, and sure, you can let him do the rest but what's the fun in that. so for the second time that night you get on your knees, and it hits spencer like a freight train. his breath catches as you pull his pants down. you’re about to get up when you're brought face to face with the very noticeable bulge in his underwear and you freeze.
“spencer,” he pulls you up, a little embarrassed. “you're hard,” you state, looking up at him with a crease in your eyebrow that formed in confusion.
he only sighs in response.
“please tell me that this,” you wave your hand over the clothes that were now on the floor, “didn't get you going.”
“oh, angel no,” he lets out a low chuckle. “it’s from earlier.”
“earlier?”
“yeah uhm juno…” he says shyly.
you frown “jun- oh.”
“yup”
“oh god. oh god. spence, that's so much worse,” you deflate in realisation.
“why's that worse?”
“that was hours ago,” you say morosely, your frown returning in full force.
he laughs at your concern. “hey, i was fine, i'm a big boy,” he lies through his teeth. he wasn't fine. his trip to the bathroom lasted 15 minutes and consisted of him sitting on the closed toilet to calm down and ended when someone started banging the door for him to come out.
you pout, feeling bad. “you should've told me.”
“yeah and then what? you would've let me take you over the coffee table,” he reasons but it only makes you flush.
“no, but we could’ve left early.”
“yeah maybe.”
your head snaps up to meet his, eyes glinting with hope. “i could make it up to you?”
his face softens, “you don't have to do that.”
“yes i do, i want to,” you lay a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.
“you’re tired,” he argues, not wanting to give in, and kisses your wrist.
“no, i'm not,” he looks at you sceptically, “i'm not. i'm actually extremely awake right now,” you defend. “and what's that thing you said? orgasms release oxytocin” you punctuate this by tiptoeing to kiss his jaw, “and uhm.. prolactin,” another but this time on his chin, “and endorphins” on the corner of his mouth, “and, oh, serotonin.” you end with a fleeting kiss on his lips and he smiles against them, gotcha. “all which promote levels of drowsiness and relaxation-” you quote, in a very poor impression of him, making him chuckle and pull you in for another kiss, promptly cutting you off.
his hands at your waist tug you closer, bringing your hips flush together. the action causes a little bit of friction to his erection and he whimpers into your mouth. you trail your hand down and palm him. he pushes forward into your hand.
“so needy,” you chide, leaning your head back to look at him.
“don't tease,” he whines.
god you love it when he whines, and that's very apparent by the dampness you feel between your legs. “‘m sorry, baby,” you say lightly, leading him back to the bed.
you lay back on the pillows and part your legs so he can settle between them. “come here,” you whisper and he leans forward. you cup his face with your hands and close the distance between your faces. he kisses you back so profoundly, it knocks the wind out of you. you gently bite his bottom lip and the gasp he lets out, allows you to slip your tongue into his mouth.
you feel his hand snake up your shirt, fingers grazing over your ribs, pressing firmly into your sides and you realise, he's mirroring what you did with his hands at the party. his thumb passes over your nipple, barely. you arch your back in response, wanting more.
“so needy,” he repeats.
“shut up,” you mumble, pulling him closer.
he lets out a huff and takes this as his sign to grind his hips into yours. you hum at the feeling, grabbing at his shoulders to keep going but he stops and you whine.
“you just have too much on, sweet girl,” he apologises, lifting the hem of your–his–shirt. he quickly sheds it and your shorts before returning to his previous position. now both of you are left in your underwear, and you think it's sweet, you don't know why. he resumes his motions, the friction now heightened with one less piece of fabric.
you're breathless as his lips latch onto your neck, peppering small kisses down the side, pausing briefly to suck a mark into your skin and then moving lower. your collarbone, sternum, down the valley of your breasts. he hooks an arm under you to hold you close while his lips move to your nipple, taking the right one into his mouth and sucking. he softly pinches it between his teeth and you keen, tangling your hand in his hair. he experimentally bites down harder and your grip on his strands tightens, causing him to groan against your chest. he moves over to the neglected one and repeats, making sure you're well attended to. he stays like that till you're squirming.
he starts kissing lower, over your stomach. he hooks a finger in your underwear, you put your hand over his. “i'm supposed to be taking care of you,” you whisper, the moment so intimate you're afraid to speak any louder.
“believe me, you are,” he says, matching your volume, pulling the fabric down and off your legs.
“spencer,” you drag out.
he lays down between your thighs and presses a kiss to the flesh there. “let me do this, please. wanna get you ready.” he implores, eyes big and pleading as they meet yours. when he looks like that, how do you say no. you chew your lip as you pretend to mull it over and he grows impatient, prodding at your thigh. you smile at his fidgeting and give him a curt nod–okay, if you insist.
he dives in without missing a beat, licking a long stripe between your folds. your hips writhe instinctively so he threads an arm under your thigh and over your abdomen to hold you down.
“oh fuck,” you gasp as his lips attach to you clit, sucking profusely. your hand finds his hair again, in need of something to hold onto, and he doesn't mind the pulling seeing as he starts to dry hump the mattress.
his free hand moves to join his mouth, fingers circling and poking at your entrance. he hums out a question to which you nod feverishly, “yes, please.”
he inserts both fingers at once, the sudden stretch causing you to jolt, a pained moan slipping out. he pulls away, fingers still inside.
“okay?” he asks gently, though he knows the answer.
“mhm, spencer keep going,” you breathe out, raising your hips up to make him move.
he raises his eyebrows expectantly. “please,” you add, the desperation laced in your voice not lost on you.
he smiles, pleased, “anything for you angel.”
spencer eats you out like a man starved, greedily, and that paired with his fingers–you're done for. he curls his fingers, dragging out slowly and you clench around him, moaning.
“right there huh?” he coos.
he doesn't need reassurance, knowing your body like the back of his hand but you let out a quiet “yes” in response regardless.
he’s relentless in his pace, pumping his fingers and licking over your clit incessantly. you feel it, the coil tightening in your lower abdomen. you tug his hair in warning and he hums against you, the vibration making you shiver. he speeds up, replacing his tongue with his thumb. you buck up, meeting his thrusts
“there you go, fuck yourself on my fingers. so good for me, fuck.” he mutters out praises as he hovers over you again, his lewdness makes you whine. it always throws you off when spencer swears, much less when he talks like that, but you're not complaining.
“spence-”
“you gonna cum for me? cum all over my fingers?” he says against your cheek, dotting your face with delicate pecks. the gentleness of the action compared to what he was doing to you made you dizzy.
you babble out an incoherent confirmation as you grasp at his shoulder, no doubt leaving behind crescent shaped indents. he mouths at your neck and encourages you. “i’m right here. you're doing so good, let go angel.”
You fall apart with a broken sob, back arching off the bed. his hand chases the movements of your hips while you hold him tightly. his hand slows as he feels you calm down. he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, humming contentedly at the taste. You quickly pull them out, your nose scrunched.
“i hate when you do that,” you whisper, a little dazy.
“no, you don't,” he says with a smile, dipping down to kiss you. “you good?”
you can taste yourself on his lips, “yeah,” you reply bashfully.
“think you can handle another?”
you nod and you watch as he takes his boxers off. he situates himself between your legs, parting them a bit more before he drags his tip between your folds a few times. you whimper at the stimulation. his eyebrows furrow in thought.
“you wanna try something?”
“yeah? what'd you have in mind?”
“could you turn around and get on your knees?” he asks tentatively, eye darting between yours for any traces of discomfort.
there is none, just a hint of confusion as you position yourself the way he wants. he comes up behind you and guides your hips back to meet his. with one hand on your waist, he pulls your body closer so your back is flush to his chest. he kisses your shoulder, trailing up to your neck. he nibbles your earlobe and leans in.
“have you ever tried this one?” he says quietly, attempting to be serious but the smile on his face betrays him.
you groan, “ugh, you're so corny,” you cover your face with your hand, using the other one to slap his thigh. he laughs, a short breathy chuckle that you feel at the back of your neck. you lean your head back on his shoulder, “just fuck me.”
he huffs, something between a laugh and a groan. he pushes into you slowly and you moan in unison. you're quick to loop your hand behind his head as he builds a steady pace. the angle is excruciating, hitting your g spot with every draw back of his hips. you clench around him and he sighs into your neck, biting lightly. you grab one of his hands at your side and wrap it around you. your head turns toward his, pressing your cheek into his nose. it isn't enough.
“baby,” you gasp at a particularly hard thrust of his.
he knows. “i know. i know. need to see you,” his voice is hoarse as he turns you around and lays you on your back.
he wastes no time in entering you again, burying his face in your neck as he does so. its slow and deep and you can feel all of him.
“fuck, angel. you feel so good,” he whimpers, speeding up.
“yeah? you feel amazing in me, beautiful boy.”
the sentiment makes him whine whorishly, beautiful boy. you caress the back of his neck as he ruts into you. he pulls his head up and lays his forehead on yours, gasping quietly. you stick your chin up and he kisses you, soft and messy and breathless, as the two of you steal eachother’s oxygen. you break away and glance down at where your bodies meet, his eyes follow yours.
“look at you, taking me so perfectly,” his praises go straight to your core, driving you closer. he can tell by the way your walls flutter, he trails his hand down and rubs your clit in tight circles. your nonsensical sobs of please and so close are heard by him as he drives into you deeper and harder. “me too, angel girl. i've got you, wanna feel you come on my cock,” he nudges you, words strained as he chases his own release.
your second orgasm crashes into you and like dominoes, his one follows. he comes in you with a shuddering cry. the aftershocks leave you twitching as spencer lazily fucks into you, selfishly. you squirm at the overstimulation and he stills his hips.
“good girl, you did so well for me,” he coos, pushing a piece of hair out of your face. your hum of appreciation turns into a sound of protest as he tries to move.
“wait, stay like this a bit…” you trail off, pulling him onto you, keeping him in you.
he indulges you for a while, he'll get up in a minute, knowing if he doesn't you'll complain about the stickiness and blame him. for now though, he tucks both his arms under you and nestles his head on your chest. he feels you laugh under him and he sticks his head up, expression on his face quizzical.
“i didn't think that me dancing would get you going so much,” you tease, though your eyes are filled with something akin to awe as you look at him.
he laughs too, “oh you have no idea.”
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🩸 ―――― DAVID ALWAYS LOVED SANTA CARLA. so many tasty mortals to eat that walked around and practically begged for one of his boys to snatch them up. they all knew about the dangers at night because of the consisent missing persons reports and yet they still bared their necks for all the vampires to see and fantasize about. it seemed like this raven haired woman followed in their footsteps which only made david even more elated to get into something reckless with her. she radiated energy that screamed wild and aggressive. maybe it was the way she moved her body before he approached or maybe it was the way she leaned back onto him and practically invited his sinister energy. she wasn't like the other girls; she was different and he was already obsessed.
HE SMIRKED AT HER WORDS, PLAYFULLY PLACING HIS HANDS ON HER HIPS ONCE SHE TURNS AROUND FULLY TO FACE HIM. “ you're definitely not. you're somewhere a hell of a lot more fun ” he started, his smirk never fading from his lips. oh, she didn't have to say that her blood was pumping; he could hear her heart pounding in his ears and he could see her prominent veins pulsating on her neck. the heat coming off of her practically had him wanting to pant like a dog. damn, this girl already has him in a chokehold. “ i think i'm going to show you just how fun this place is — ” he told her and proceeded to grab her by the waist to pull against his body close.
HE WAS PROBABLY BEING A LITTLE TOO FORWARD BUT DAVID HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE KIND OF GUY THAT IF HE WANTED SOMETHING — HE WAS GOING TO GET IT, NO MATTER THE COST. he danced against her body, feeling the way she was swaying with the music and how her heart was pounding against his chest. the closeness between them both only made him want her more than before, if that was even possible. his hand moves up to move her hair from her neck, staring at her veins with lust, his mouth beginning to water. “ i gotta know your name — ” he whispered to her, leaning back to look into her dark eyes.
In the crackling light of a beachside bonfire, 'barely legal' looked 'close enough' for most people. It wasn't like Faith was doing anything untoward anyhow- dancing wasn't a crime. Drinking beer probably was, but no one was paying attention on Halloween night in Santa Carla. And from what the young Slayer had heard, most demons and vamps took the night off anyways.
It wasn't Boston, but Faith could make things work out here. The boardwalk was pretty wicked, and her Watcher had suggested a stop in the small California town for a reason. What that reason was, she wasn't paying attention- maybe stocking up on weapons? Some ancient artifacts? And there was always something to slay the other 364 days a year.
She wore a Dorothy Gale dress that was a little small in the chest, comfortably teasing the boys around her as she danced. Gingham did a girl some good. Yeah, sure, a wholesome movie heroine wasn't super sexy in some respects, but it was never about turning heads with the costume. No matter what she wore, Faith attracted guys all the same- like the bleach blonde 'bloodsucker' here. Oh, it was almost too perfect.
Faith felt him leaning in from behind and she slowed her rhythmic dance, craning her neck for a better look. He was cute- wicked suave in the warm light of the fire. Even with the Dracula getup. "Well now. I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore. Lucky for you, all this dancing's got my blood pumping. So, whatcha gonna do about it, big boy?"
#wickedlehane: david#wickedlehane#david ( threads. )#david ( main verse threads. )#you're one of us now queue.
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A note, found at Fall’s End Garage. ❇︎ Notes of Hope County
#All Battery Types Ever Made™#also on the note of hygiene I think so often about how shitty dealing with periods probably is in Hope County once the cult set up all the#road blocks and especially after the collapse#I for my part would probably get one period and immediately kill myself#I'm already pretty close to that when I usually get my period lol#add scarcity of EVERYTHING into the mix and I'd just unsubscribe#by the way: there are still widespread myths about mestruation making hikerers more attractive to bears and thus more likely to be attacked#because of the smell of blood or some shit#yeah I thoroughly did my research and there is literally nothing to suggest that#so if you need it for writing purposes or whatever now you're all set#and if you wanna go hiking in areas with significant bear pupolation there is no need to worry#literally the only thing you need to pay attention to is remembering to bring a trash bag for used period products and dispose of them#properly after your trip and not in nature#the mo yo know#wow okay that was A Digression#Far Cry 5#Notes of Hope County#mine#only queue can make all this world seem right
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🩸 ―――― PENNYWISE COULDN'T TAKE HIS GLOWING GOLDEN EYES OFF OF THE BOY. drool was beginning to drip dowm slowly from the corners of its' mouth, feeling more and more hungry as the seconds go by that were consumed by the thoughts of what this boy's flesh would taste like; stuck in its' teeth, blood quenching its' thirst [ .... ] IT had to play this smart, though. IT couldn't jump out and attack the boy ---- IT had to lure him into his trap. IT giggled a little, still staying hidden in the shadows of the forestry, “ oh, there was a big storm and it blew me and the whooole circus away. now i'm lost and being lost makes pennywise sad [ .... ] oh, i have an idea, a great big idea ” IT clapped its' hands in glee and giggled some more. “ why don't you help pennywise find the circus ? there'll be candy and popcorn and baby animals for you to play with. doesn't that sound nice, little boy ? ”
The hot summer sun seemed to shine down on the small town of Derry Maine in the year of 1988. The Brunette teen seemed to be in his own little world as he followed down the trail in the foresty area. As if he was lost in thought on something.. He was then brought back to reality as he heard the clown speak from the Bush. Avery turned his head over his shoulder back to the clown. He found it rather odd that a clown was in a bush in the middle of the woods. "Hello?... And no.." He spoke in a rather confused flat tone. "I'm just passing through..." He was smart enough to keep his distance from the Bush and the clown. "Why are you in the middle of the woods?.. Rather off place for a clown to be..." He asked.
#it’s perfect!#theunwantedhockstetter: pennywise#theunwantedhockstetter#pennywise ( chapter one verse threads. )#pennywise ( threads. )#you're one of us now queue.#cw: clown
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