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I did It!! Ahahahahahjsjx I made the most sassy, dramatic and evil Starscream animatic imaginable >:D

Music: Hell to your doorstep - vocal cover by Caleb Hyles

the dsmp as a stage play would be like- tommy looking tiny standing alone at center stage, but when wilbur is there his words and gestures and pacing takes up so much space. the blocking is always overlapping, especially when a lot of characters are in a scene, but techno always faces the audience, and he grins at us and smiles, holding his fingers to his lips. as wilbur’s monologues turn to soliloquies, and eventually everything he says is in some way begging the audience for help, tommy asks who he’s talking to. he has no answer. it’s tommy gasping for breath, littering the stage with his blood as he teeters around, wilbur rushing to his side, dream demanding mellohi while wilbur’s pulls the arrow from tommy’s chest. the stage lights go up, the stage lights go down, the microphone schlatt uses for speeches is too loud and full of feedback, tubbos shrieks from inside the box, niki and jack disappearing into the audience. an empty stage save for wilbur’s body surrounded by rubble.

Kinktober #11

11. Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation

“Baby, I promise that so long as I have a face, you’ll always have a place to sit.”

Wade said these words to you right at the beginning of your relationship where you were trying to find the line between old friends and new lovers; when you’d giggle and see his cheeks redden if your fingers brushed together when you were walking side-by-side; when you’d spend long stretches of time just looking at each other and grinning knowing you could kiss whenever you wanted.

Yeah. He’d said these words when you were too many drinks deep at your local bar, dizzy in one of the corner booths, deadpan serious and holding your hand in his. You’d collapsed into a fit of laughter and given him a blowjob in the bathrooms ten minutes later. 

And to this day? He’s kept that promise.

It’s a quiet mid-afternoon. You throw yourself over his lap, pouting and needy. He peers at you from over his PlayStation controller.

“You okay, pookie-pie?”

You wriggle and huff.

“Wade, can you…”

“Yes,” he says immediately, not even needing you to finish the goddamn sentence. He speaks the next words into the mic on his headset: “I’ll be right back, Dopinder. My pookie’s asked me to go and dine at the Y.”

He throws the - far too expensive to be doing that - controller across the coffee table and hauls you over his shoulder, making you yelp and laugh as he bundles you into the bedroom like a goddamn football player. He lays down on the bed and watches in rapture as you step out of your jeans and underwear. 

“You want me to staple the wig on? I know you enjoy having something to grab onto…”

You consider this for a moment before shaking your head. 

“Nah, you’re perfect just the way you are, Wade.”

“Look at me getting Bridget Jones’d over here…” he mutters to try and distract from the rising blush over his scarred skin. Luckily he’s able to be interrupted from the moment of softness when you plant your legs either side of his face and press your cunt onto him.

“Oh fuck that’s it…” he growls into you, hooking an arm around either one of your thighs and tugging you flush against him. His tongue presses against every inch of you it can find, teasing your clit with the tip before sliding all the way down to your other hole. He always eats you messy and it’s incredible. 

“Fuck, Wade. You’re doing so good, baby.”

He loves when you use his face like a toy. Loves knowing how crazy he can drive you. You scratch your fingers along his bare scalp and he goddamn moans against you, rumble of his throat sending vibrations all through your sensitive skin. 

His nose bumps your clit as he presses his tongue inside you and you know you’re reaching your climax. You clamp your thighs down either side of his head with such force that his eyes go wide and his hips ricochet upwards, so wildly taken with you that you’re certain he’s come just from this. You finish all over his face, orgasming on his tongue and letting him drink his way through it.

You flop down onto the bed groaning though heavy breaths. He’s immediately in your space, kissing you so that you can taste yourself on his lips. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Thanks for interrupting your game,” you sigh. He grins.

“Literally any time you want.”