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question: do you know why tumblr polls results buttons are often labeled bald?

I don’t actually

hiiii tumblr masses, can you please explain?

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my boys, x6-88 and strong <3

a couple of quick sketches from this evening.

I LOVE X6-BAETY8 SO MUCH. he should be a romance option UwU

strongy pooh ~ he should also be a romance and i will not be elaborating on this. i should be able to give myself FEV to be with him.

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dbf!hopper x reader || smut under the cut

‘What would your dad say about that?’ You found yourself frantically trying to hide the cigarette you were smoking behind your house, knowing it was no use, you had been caught. ‘Nothing’ you muttered, looking down in shame. It was hopper, the local sherif who just so happened to be your fathers best friend. Your father who hated smokings best friend. ‘Please don’t tell him.’ you said looking up at the 6’3 figure that was towering above you, hands on hips, disappointed. ‘What’re you trying to kill yourself kid?’ He said, voice quieter, making sure your father didn’t hear if he was home. Which he wasn’t, thank god. ‘I’ll do anything don’t tell him please, he’ll kill me! You know he will Hop..’ you begged, you were inching closer. ‘Ill do anything.’ you lowered your voice to a whisper this time, making sure only he heard it. ‘Come inside, I’ll make you coffee.’ Already leading the way to the front of the house. ‘Kid…’ you didn’t stop, knowing he would follow.

Once the coffee was poured and set in front of hopper, who you had left on the couch before going off the the kitchen, you stared at him from above. You had wanted to do this for years so really the smoking was just a silly excuse, you didn’t think he knew that though.

‘Dad isn’t home for a few hours..’ you said as you inched closer, slowly dropping to your knees in front of the man. He was sat, legs spread, looking down at you. He must think you look pathetic, you thought, you didn’t care. He watched as you put your hands on his thighs, slowly going to undo this belt. ‘You don’t want this’ he said, not stopping you. ‘Don’t tell my dad. About the cigarettes, please. You smoke, why is it a problem when I do it’ you asked, from the look in your eyes he could tell you wanted this more than anything, you looked hungry for it. ‘Because kid,’ he helped you with the faulty zip. ‘I’m old.’ God, as of you couldn’t get more turned on. You heard a small moan leave your mouth, shit. This was followed by a chuckle coming out of hoppers mouth. He was so insanely hot you didn’t think he could get hotter. That was until he took his fingers, put them under your chin and tipped your head to look at him. ‘Tell me you want this.’ Is it not obvious? You nodded. ‘Words, use your words baby’ fuck me, you thought. ‘Yes, yes hopper I want this so bad. Please.’ You really were pathetic.

You wasted no time taking him out of his pants, half hard and he was already big. Holy shit more than big. Fuck, your mouth was watering. You looked up at him as you spat into your hand, enjoying this too much. Your thumb rolling over his tip, he threw his head back and let a low grown out. You carried on, stroking his cock from the base up to the head. Your thighs clenching together as hoppers dick grows fully hard. ‘Oh my god’ you stared in wonder, eyes switching between hopper and his dick. Hopper let out another laugh, ‘go on’, it was as if he read your mind. After a few more pumps you lowered your head. Starting with just your tongue, licking his full length. ‘Try fit the whole thing sweetie, i know you want to.’ Maybe he really can read your mind because you really did want to at least try. So you did. ‘Take your time baby’ hopper said in a low voice.

You started by just taking the tip, then you sunk your head down trying to take more. You felt hoppers big hand entangle itself into your hair. Not forcing you, just guiding you further. It helped. ‘Fuckk, yes like that.’ His eyes were shut tight, you didnt even know if he knew what he was saying anymore, lost in the moment. ‘So good..you can do it..’ his words slurred one into another, it was so fucking hot seeing him come apart like this because of you. You grew more confident, taking more, going deeper. Tears streamed down your eyes as you took him whole. ‘Shit im gonna finish sweetheart.’ His hips started jutting, making you gag. You didn’t care. You felt as he pulled out of your mouth, simultaneously releasing into your mouth. As he pulled out it went all over your face and chest.

He watched you as you stood up and went to sit next to him. ‘How was that?’ You asked, already knowing the answer. ‘I won’t tell.’

After that you started seeing hopper more.

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It was hard to keep up with Johnny when he wanted to take you any time, anywhere. The shower, the couch, the kitchen counter — hell, even one time in Price’s office. Something about dominance or whatever the hell that means.

You asked for one night off from his foolish antics, one night. You should’ve known Johnny would’ve convinced you otherwise, what with those pitiful eyes of his and his silly, little please, hen, just once and I won’t ask again, cross my heart.

Where the two of you were meant to meet up with his force for a sophisticated dinner, Johnny turned it into his breeding ground, located right in the back of the car. In a dingy parking lot, nonetheless.

It felt useless to complain when you were seated on his face, though.

Laid along the backseat of the car with your thighs caging his head, his hands dimpling into the fat of them to keep you still. Breathy moans being pulled out of you every time he swiped his tongue over your clit just right, or when he’d dip lower to the rings of warmth that ached to have his cock inside instead.

“Look at ye, givin’ in so easily,” he murmured against your pussy, the sensation of his lips causing you to twitch. “Can’t even resist it, can ye, love?”

You sucked in a sharp breath at the filth pouring out of him, squeezing your thighs around his head in warning. It only made him groan in satisfaction, toying with your sensitive nub with the narrow tip of his tongue as if savoring a piece of candy.

“I asked— fuck… I asked for one night, Johnny,” you attempted to say, but it came out more whiny than intended.

You could feel him grin against you, and when you tilted your chin down to look at him, you meet a heated gaze so sultry, so devilish, it nearly made you burst then and there.

“S’nothin’ wrong with bein’ fashionably late,” he grunted, pulling away briefly to get the words out. Don’t you dare think he’d stop, though. He simply replaced his tongue with his fingers, arm wrapped around your thigh to reach.

Johnny’s grin grew when your hips stuttered and began to rock, chasing the feeling of stimulation his fingers switching between your clit and stuffing themselves inside of you.

The sight of it had him cooing, eyes dropping down from your face and to your pretty pussy that glistened in the dim light of the car with your own slick.

“Johnny,” you gasped. Your hand slid down to his hair, locking your fingers into the dark strands. “We were late last time.”

Johnny’s eyes flickered to you once again. He took in the way you were coming undone. Forehead glossed over with sweat from the growing heat of the car, your tits bouncing lightly from the desperate grinding of your hips to his fingers, pupils blown out.

Johnny would be a fool to not want to have you anywhere he can. When you looked like a fucked out little angel, basking so sinfully in the greed of your pleasure?

That dinner with his force could wait centuries, for all he cared.

“Yeah?” he mocked. If you weren’t already looking at him, you knew you’d be able to hear the smile in his voice. “Then how come yer still fuckin’ yerself on my fingers, pretty girl?”

You couldn’t help but whine in frustration, eyes squeezing shut. Johnny took that opportunity to press his fingers deeper, toying with your gummy walls. Your mind short circuited and you cried out, thighs trembling around his head.

“Yeeeah, cat got yer tongue. Ain’t tha’ right?” Johnny snickered, his free hand soothing over your other thigh, kneading at the flesh.

The car was growing increasingly hot, sweat beading both of your bodies. Every rock of your hips sent the car jolting with you and Johnny’s head inches away from colliding with the door. If anyone were to drive through the empty parking lot, they’d have quite an unholy sight.

“You’re so fucking— shit, so fucking annoying,” you whined.

A sharp smack to your thigh had you letting out a mix between a yelp and a moan. The sting of it had you forcing your eyes open to look down at him to see him glaring in warning.

“Tha’ right?” Johnny hummed. He promptly took his fingers out of you, resting them on your thigh instead.

Immediately, you protested with a frown, wiggling your ass where it rested on his chest. “Johnny,” you complained. “Not fair. You have to finish what you started.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he assured. “Still care about bein’ late?”

You pouted, glowering down at him. He was teasing you, and you were hopelessly falling for it, just as you’d done every other time he got you soaked and needy in all places unthinkable. Really, the car was probably the most modest pick for the night.

“Say it,” he pushed, that cocky grin returning. “Say it and I’ll let ye cum all over my cock.”

You huffed in annoyance, narrowing your eyes down at him. It was a fight between morality, being on time to Price’s dinner request, and selfish greed, wanting to be stuffed so full of Johnny’s cock that you forgot your name.

“Fuck the dinner,” you cursed, choosing the second option. You were already scooting down where you sat so you could plop yourself right on top of his waist.

Johnny grinned bashfully, hands instantly sliding to sit on your waist. “Atta girl,” he praised.

They knew. How could they not, when your makeup was smudged, hair clearly flattened and combed out with your fingers, and your dress a bit crooked from where it sat on your body? Not to mention the boyish glow that Johnny emitted like he was the damn sun.

“Give us a heads up next time,” Price grumbled, clearing his throat. “We can wait.”

The glare you threw at Johnny was deadly, but he only grinned back knowingly.

You could demand for just one night over and over, but you and him both knew you’d end up a moaning mess, crying his name all over again.

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So I’ve gotten back into Dracula recently. Vampire Johnathan Harker was taking up space in my brain and I had to get him out.

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