#this is shitty

[just-a-joey]

I animated a bit of Coolkid’s Battle theme from Termination Protocol

[un-haunted]

remembered i did this a few months ago

[nellyellie]

Please don’t go

I’ll eat you whole

I love you so,

I love you so,

I love you so—

Please break my heart…

[bibbidib00]

┊ NSFW warning ┊ F!Reader ┊Blurb┊

John Price LOVES to ruin your makeup.

At first, you thought you were imagining things and that it was just a coincidence.

But it had become too much of a pattern for it to be only coincidence.

He drags you to his office and kisses you dumb every single time you decide to put lipstick on, being messy on purpose, only stopping when it had been rubbed off your lips.

Makes you kneel between his legs, stuff your mouth with his cock until your eyes are watery, until your dazed glare can't look away from his and tears start to roll down your cheeks, when you're wearing mascara.

He acts purposely rough when you're all dolled up, bends you over his desk and fucks you from behind, hand locked tight on your hair while the other's on your clit, making sure to overstimulate you so you're crying, practically washing away any reminiscent of makeup you had.

Then he'll turn your towards him, brush his fingers over the mess on your face while a satisfied grin appears on his lips, whispering "You're so pretty like this," as he leaves soft kisses on your cheeks, eyes and the corner of your lips, leaving you dizzy and well fucked.

[marriso11]

summer of metanoia day 5 i think

severitus shopping trip

[regentsparkfrottage]

I'd love to talk about Butcher!Simon. >u<

He's my favorite fucked up special boy. I like to think he has a set of Damascus knives that he keeps perfectly sharp.

Maybe he sees the reader coming in, buying the cheap stuff, barely talking to the cashier, scared when the package bleeds at the edges. He watches for them again, sending the cashier on break so he could talk to them finally.

Maybe they hand him a crumpled wad of bills. He notices the bruises on their arms. So what if the cut of meat he gives them is worth more than they paid? Can't have his shy birdie going hungry.

Maybe they come home one day to him sitting on their couch. Their abusive partner is gone. The tub is a little pink, but that's okay.

Maybe he reassures them through their tears that he's nothing like the meat he cuts up.

[TWs for idek how to tag this, brief implied cannibalism and kinda mentions of how you'd butcher your lover to eat them but it ends there and none of that actually happens and no one's intending for it to you're just talking about it?]

I was gonna say I don't have anything to add to this but if I may go off on a tangent (excerpt from a fic I'm working on), Ghost who is in the 141, left his old life behind (not like he had a choice when it was all taken from him anyway), but he retained all the stuff he learned when he was younger. You see a couple YouTube shorts from hunters explaining how to cut up their kills, and get interested about the process. And maybe that turns into some sort of weird form of intimacy between the two of you. (Alternative working title: Autism be Damned, That Boy Can Meat)

..."Bloody 'ell, watch the pet names there, luv. I might start thinkin' you fancy me or somethin'," he teased, his voice a low rumble that was honestly weirdly satisfying to listen to now that your cheek was pressed to his sternum. "If you wanna learn about cuts a' meat, might as well 'ave a quick lesson. You got a pen and paper there?" He asked dryly, his own form of humour as he rubbed circles against the back of your neck with his thumb.

"Start with the basics, yeah? Prime cuts are gonna be the tenderest, 'cause they come from the least-worked muscles. Ribeye, sirloin, that sorta thing. Gotta keep 'em cold to preserve the fat, though. You let that melt, and you lose flavour."

As he spoke, Simon's hands moved almost unconsciously, mimicking the motions of breaking down a side of beef. His slightly chilly fingers traced invisible lines across your back, mapping out different sections, trying to remember. "Then you got your secondary cuts - brisket, short ribs, that sorta thing. Tougher, but full o' flavour if you cook 'em right. Need time and low heat to break down all that connective tissue."

He hesitated, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to remember more specifics. "Ah, you got your off-cuts too. Offal, bones, all'at. Nothin' goes to waste in a proper butcher shop. Even got some fancy restaurants that'll pay good money for that stuff nowadays." Another pause, "Well, used to, anyway."

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"Trying to figure out how you'd butcher me, Simon?" You'd giggled at the feeling of his fingertips tracing your ribs, but there was nothing but trust and love in your eyes.

Like his own perfect little lamb.

[livingxxdeadxxb0y]

Stiles wasn't human, well they don't exactly know what he is but he's something.

It was something everyone suspected but never voiced out loud unless in a joking or teasing manner but soon after Stiles visited relatives in Poland they saw signs, signs of things that couldn't be explained or understood, even though they checked the Bestiary they couldn't find it... Deaton or Chris didn't know, and even their contacts didn't know. So they did the best thing they could, they went back to where it all started which was a fucking cave in the woods near Stiles's grandmother's home...

(Ehhh might add more might drop it