Small collection of fanarts I did for some tiktokers I follow. All pretty cool people X)

Woke up late one night and couldn't sleep so I thought I'd give it a shot at doodling this Tiktoker again X)

Iykyk :D

it took sam a few seconds to register the morning sunlight spilling across his bare abdomen, awakening him from a rather deep slumber that had been induced by a rousing night of coitus with the leggy blonde stretched out beside him. he didn’t remember much about the evening before. half a bottle of whiskey and way too many jell-o shots were thank for that, but there was one true fact that still swam around the edges of his alcohol muddled brain - he had fun. more than he’d had in a long time, at least since the many notches he scratched in his belt when he was galavanting around with no soul. the stranger had convinced him to stow his crap for at least a few hours while the pair poured drink after drink down the other’s throat and then finally ended up in a power trip between the sheets. she’d been so alluring to a wasted sam, more intoxicating than the burn of the brown liquid he’d gulped down for temporary therapy. now here they both were, weighed down from their endeavors, but much more sensible than they had been upon meeting. a migraine played at the edges of his temples, forcing him to sit up slowly, untangling his limbs from her as softly as he could to not wake the sleeping beauty. though still logged down with sleep, sam made sure to take note of his unfamiliar surroundings. no doubt this was her place, though he couldn’t recall arriving there or even how to get to it. had she driven them here or had he pulled out his hot-wiring skill as cool party trick to get him laid? it wouldn’t surprise him if the latter had occurred. it wouldn’t have been the first time.

sam snuck a discreet glance at the blonde, checking to make sure she was still sound asleep before he slipped from beneath the comforter and off the mattress to look for his discarded clothing. thankfully his boxers weren’t much of a hunt and he slid them quickly up his legs before padding around the room for the rest of his garments. his hunting skills definitely gave him an advantage when he wanted to be sneaky. he could easily collect his stuff and slide out the front door without even waking the sleeping the soul still splayed across the mattress. however, after he’d managed to get his jeans secured safely around his waist and his belt tucked neatly through the loops, the issues of his shirt arose. it hadn’t been lying in a sad bundle on the floor amongst the mixture of her clothing and it wasn’t until he’d tip toed to her side of the bed that he’d realized why. his fitted black v-neck was donning her lean frame, gracing her curves in all the right places as she continued to sleep. of course he’d probably offered her the clothing the night before as something to snooze in - it seemed like something a drunk yet courteous sam would do. there was no way he was likely to get it back without having to wake-up her up and explain his sudden departure and that couldn’t end well. he shifted closer to her, his gaze sweeping over her body once or twice before sticking to the little strip of chest that was exposed by the deep neckline of his shirt. he hadn’t noticed it before, but the usual rise and fall of a sleeping human wasn’t present on her. the patch of skin he could see stayed dormant, a clear sign that she wasn’t breathing. 

in any other situation, sam would be alarmed and immediately reaching for the nearest phone, but something about this didn’t sit right with him. the alcohol was slowly evaporating from his veins and things were beginning to grow clearer for him. she wasn’t breathing because she was never alive to begin with. his instincts kicked in as fast as the realization had hit him and sam dived for the machete in his jacket that was strung carelessly over the ottoman. the handle fit perfectly into the palm of his calloused hands and in the blink of eye he straddled the sleeping figure and pressed the shiny hilt to the base of her throat. ❝wake up, you blood sucking bitch!❞ his timbre was low and scratchy, still recovering from a terrible case of cotton mouth. sam pressed the blade a little harder onto her fair skin, hoping to rouse her and finish the job as soon as she got a good look at the person bringing her demise.