#🎃 headcanon

[bcnedaddy]

Jack Skellington // Thirty-One // Cursed Human // Novelist

Having no recollection of a life before Evermore has made Jack wonder, many many times, how the curious little town of magic works. Why does he not remember? Who knows the truth? Why do others that aren’t him remember their lives? And, why are they stuck? No matter how many times Jack has studied, tested hypotheses, etc… he cannot for the life of him stick his finger on the answer. It drives him a bit mad sometimes, locked away in his bedroom with a drawing board with strings going every which way, but he hasn’t let it take control of him. Not yet. 

He is the most particular type of man. About what he eats or wears. He prefers sweet to savory and classy to casual. He’s the most organized unorganized person you will ever meet. Where’s his favorite fountain pen? Lodged between his thesaurus and overread favorite novel on the shelf of his nightstand. His clothes are organized, but not by color because it’s mostly neutrals or shades of black. He keeps all of his writing utensils in one spot, but doesn’t separate black from red ink pens. His garbage and recycles are separate, but he couldn’t remember garbage pick up day if his life depended on it. So, he tries but he’s always been a bit chaotic on the inside. 

Autumn has always been his favorite time of year and for some reason Halloween is a huge deal to him. (Of course he loves Christmas time as well, but Halloween will always have that special place inside of his heart.) He goes all out for the holiday. He spends months planning his costumes and the last weekend of September decorating. He knows Zane and Sal don’t mind and they always join in on the fun. 

Horror is his favorite genre and he indulges in all things spooky and scary. Games, movies, shows, books, etc… His favorite of each has a horror element to them all. He also enjoys scaring people and is damn good at it. He’s got a real knack for startling people out of nowhere and going a bit far sometimes with his frightening tactics. He wouldn’t necessarily call himself a prankster because most of his antics are harmless, but there are times he goes that extra mile.

He’s not a bad person. That doesn’t mean he’s wholly good either though. He’s made mistakes, just like everyone else, and sometimes they weren’t the greatest. Not necessarily the ‘live and learn’ type but the ‘dwell on and regret.’ He drifts somewhere between good and morally gray, sometimes leaning more one way or the other. It depends on te day.

His relationship with his roommates/best friends are the best it could ever be. He adores both Saaliha and Zane with all his heart and would do quite literally anything for them. He’s very loyal to those he cares about. 

He’s the type to find an interest, hyperfixate on it for a month, then forget about it and move on to another. It’s a vicious cycle until he’s come full circle and is back to square one with the first interest that he found. His curious nature is always making him explore new avenues.

Jack is very obsessive. When he loves something he goes all out. He has a huge bookshelf with half of them organized by the author, but is far too antsy and unorganized to finish the project. Even the novel he’s been trying to write for ages. He can’t find that perfect puzzle piece to get it just right. He wants to write a successful book with suspense and thrills, but he always goes back to his dreams about the strange town beyond the forest with scary monsters and mischievous little devil children and writes about that instead. Some days he wonders if he should just give up on his dream and write some elaborate fantasy story about that town, but he doesn’t want to be a sellout either. If there were just some way to perfectly combine the two then Jack would be able to pull it off. 

A very charismatic man that has not dated in far too long. He’s very charming and polite, but when it comes to hookup culture he’s cautious. He indulges sometimes, but it’s not a regular habit. It’s rare he brings someone back to his apartment, out of respect for Saaliha and Zane. In all honesty despite his charms and such he isn’t really looking for a relationship. He’s far too focused and caught up in his own troubles like writing his novel while trying to make a living ghostwriting, or figuring out his own dreams. 

He carries a messenger bag everywhere he goes with his laptop, notebook, and various other small things he might need but has never really used. Sometimes he forgets his wallet though. 

Jack is sometimes quick to anger but the last to ever raise his voice. He’s an enthusiastic person so sometimes he does yell, but for a good cause! He doesn’t ever scream at people, and on the rare occasion he does it’s for a damn good reason. 

Aquarius sun, Sagittarius moon, Libra rising

[kurooh]

PLAYING DANGEROUS ★ N. KENTO

⊹ ₊˚. OCTOBER 4TH. seven minutes in heaven doesn’t seem like all that until you end up in a tight closet with an officer who’s had his eyes on you all night.

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, everyone is above 21, oral sex [m receiving], deepthroating, light role play, alcohol, crying, light satosugu, wc is 3.1k

xoxo, juno ★ this was bootyhole but it was the first fic of the month 💔 next week will hopefully be better

🎃 LIFE OF THE PARTY MLIST.

since you’d arrived to the party with your friends from jujutsu tech—shoko and utahime—you’d felt someone’s eyes on you. as you stood with a red solo cup in hand, talking with your friends, you’d gotten goosebumps a few times on your rather exposed skin . .

the three of you had chosen to dress as the plastics from the mean girls, some costumes more showy than others. shoko had opted to wear karen’s mouse costume, with some black tights to match the look better. utahime wore gretchen’s black cat costume, the black suit loose on her and adjusted to cover her collarbone area more to her liking. between the two of them, you were the star of the show — pink bunny ears glittering on your head, tits pushed up and over the hem of the top, the bottom part of the suit tight on your ass and cut high on the sides of your thighs. honestly, you really hadn’t meant to wear something this revealing; there were issues with shipping and handling, resulting in a smaller size of the costume arriving just before the party.

“girls!” utahime whines, looking left and right at the people drinking and dancing. “what should we do first? it’s too loud over here!”

“what?” shoko calls, even though the three of you are standing right beside one another. “utahime, i can’t hear you.”

you and shoko share a giggle when utahime stamps her foot on the ground, grabs your wrists, and tugs you over to a sitting area, away from the music. your drink nearly sloshes over the rim of the cup and spills onto your chest. someone dressed in a police officer costume shoots you an indistinguishable look just as you save it. their eyes are an olive green, the rest of their features hidden by the party lights and their costume. once you sit down altogether, utahime lets out a huff.

“i said, what should we do?”

“drink and dance,” you answer immediately, tossing your cup back and taking a swig of your drink. it stings a little as it goes down. what was it again? some kind of fruity concoction with all kinds of liquor mixed by the frat boys from inarizaki college or something.

“but that drink is nasty!” she complains, wrinkling her nose as you offer her the cup.

“i need a smoke break,” shoko sighs deeply, fumbling around in her pocket.

“shoko, we’ve been here for less than fifteen minutes,” you remind her, patting her arm before utahime launches into an anti-smoking lecture. “at least wait a little longer, then i’ll come with you.”

she rolls her eyes, squeezing the box hard as she pushes it back into her pocket. “fine. let’s get some drinks and try to dance then, yeah?”

the three of you shuffle back to the dance floor, pushing past the drunk people and couples making out to get to the table of bottles.

“want me to mix you something up, utahime?” a jujutsu tech student whose voice you’ve heard before is mischievous and teasing. judging by the way utahime slams the bottle of vodka down on the table, it’s definitely that gojo she’s always ranting about.

“get out, gojo!” she snaps, extending her arm and pointing towards the other side of the crowd. he disappears into the crowd with a cackle, and the three of you return to pouring and filling your cups. you take a gulp of your drink, pulling the cup away from your lips with a gasp, surprised by the burn in your throat and slightly sickening after taste.

“you alright?” comes a deep voice from behind you, and a person is offering you a sealed bottle of water. you turn quickly, almost bare ass brushing against a strong body.

“y-yeah, thanks,” you say appreciatively, looking up into the face you’d seen earlier. at this point, you’re sure that this is a man you’ve seen somewhere before; maybe you’d heard about him from utahime and shoko?

you shake the feeling off, flashing the officer a smile before turning away to invite your friends onto the dance floor. it takes utahime some time to warm up, taking careful sips from her drink and sticking close to shoko, who sways lightly to the music, probably thinking about her upcoming smoke break.

as you dance, spinning occasionally to the music, you can’t seem to stop noticing that officer from earlier. he’s always standing in a corner somewhere, or he’s talking to his friends without focusing on them, clearly caught up with you and your costume.

“shoko!” calls a relaxed voice you manage to hear over the music, and then all three of you are walking over to the sitting area again. “been calling you for a while, c’mon now.”

“what’s up, geto?” she asks tiredly, tugging her cigarette box from her pocket and catching the lighter he tosses her.

“well, i—”

“knock it off, gojo,” the tall officer pushes gojo from earlier off him, sending him tumbling into geto. his dark hair is long and neatly arranged to go with his costume.

“suguru!” gojo shouts, clearly drunk as he clings to the front of geto’s costume. “thank goodness you caught me, nanami’s being so rude! i just suggested we could play seven minutes in heaven.”

“is that right?” he laughs, nudging gojo off and sitting on the couch, then gesturing for the police officer to take a seat too. gojo sits down quickly, much to the officer’s obvious disdain.

“idiots,” utahime huffs, shaking her head and making her cat ears wiggle. she looks over to a smoking shoko and fans the plumes out of the air. “don’t you agree?”

“of course, utahime,” she replies, nudging you lightly. she introduces you to the men, who all wave politely, besides the officer, who carefully looks at you.

“nanami’s not a big fan of parties,” gojo says, sticking his tongue out and rifling around for a beer bottle on the floor. he comes back with something half full and sucks the remaining liquid down, then triumphantly places it in the center of the coffee table.

nanami looks to the side, the brim of his cop hat obscuring his eyes. “i’m not interested.”

“come onnnn, nanami,” gojo whines, staring hard, blue eyes wide open in an effort to convince him. “you probably won’t get picked anyway!”

you stifle a giggle at that, and nanami looks away further, crossing a leg over another. but he can’t resist looking from the corner of his eye when gojo spins the bottle and it lands on his friend beside him. geto smiles softly as a drunk gojo yanks him over to the closet nearby, then pushes him inside first.

“those two,” shoko shakes her head, taking a drag on her cigarette. “gojo’s so embarrassing when he’s drunk.”

“uh, hey,” you rise from your seat beside the girls and awkwardly sit beside nanami, who graces you with eye contact that makes you sweat all over. “i just wanted to say thanks for the water when i was choking earlier.”

“it’s no problem,” he says politely, slightly glancing down at your chest and the rest of your body although he fights hard not to.

your cheeks warm and you clear your throat, folding your hands on top of your thighs. “so, you’re from jujutsu tech?”

“i am,” he affirms, making no move to say anything more.

you really hope you don’t get nanami in the game. a few minutes later, gojo and geto come back from the closet, laughing hysterically.

“did you desecrate the closet so we don’t have to play anymore?” shoko asks sarcastically, putting out her cigarette in a nearby ashtray that utahime holds for her.

geto can’t stop cackling, gasping between each one and gripping his chest. “oh my god! satoru got in the closet, tripped, and banged his head on the wall so hard he—”

everyone starts to laugh and geto struggles to finish his story while gojo takes a seat beside nanami to listen. “h-he made the lightbulb fall down and it broke, so now it’s just dark. we spent all the time cleaning up the glass for you guys.”

gojo claps his hands loudly, the flush on his cheeks spreading down his neck. “ahem!” he clears his throat obnoxiously and points at the coffee table and beer bottle. “nanami, ‘s your turn.”

“i said i’m not interested,” the officer bites, and gojo groans loudly, annoyed.

“convince him!”

everyone but nanami collectively laughs, and geto starts up with that lighthearted and breezy tone of his. “nanami, i’m sure you’ll end up having fun.”

shoko offers a smile, “i don’t like parties any more than you do and yet i’m playing.”

“fine,” he grumbles, snatching the beer bottle from a cheering gojo and putting it down on the table. glass moves against glass as nanami spins it hard; it goes around the table a few times before slowing on utahime, who desperately chants no no no! to everyone’s surprise, including your own, it stops on you.

you look up from the bottle and nanami does too, then you both slowly stand and start to walk over to the closet. you’re trailing behind the officer and looking back nervously.

“good luck,” shoko salutes you, taking a shot from utahime’s cup in your honor.

“thanks,” you nod, slowly following the officer to the closet, padding along the floor silently. a chill pinpricks down your spine as he holds the door open for you, allowing you to walk into the dark closet first. nanami shuffles in beside you, clearing his throat as his body brushes against yours.

“hi,” you say, swallowing nervously. it’s loud enough for nanami to hear, and he raises an eyebrow in the dark. “ah, i didn’t expect to end up in here together.”

“you’d rather be with gojo?” nanami scoffs, sounding insulted although he softens at your frantic response.

“oh my god, no! absolutely not, i was thinking of shoko or something.”

nanami genuinely laughs, leaning back against the wall with a tired sigh. “he forced me to come along, you know. i wanted to stay in the dorms and watch movies or something.”

“well, now you’re here,” you say, hands smoothing over the front of your costume. “might as well play the game, huh? this is supposed to be seven minutes in heaven.”

“i don’t mind talking,” nanami answers, shifting his body. there’s a metallic jingling sound that comes from his waist, which piques your curiosity.

“what’s that?” you ask, nodding towards his waist. he can’t see you, but understands you nonetheless.

“oh, they’re handcuffs,” he pulls them from their holder and swings them on a finger. “supposed to go along with my costume, i guess.”

“do they work?”

“i don’t know, i haven’t tried them.”

your body burns hot as the words leave your mouth, “put them on me and let’s see if they do.” where is this suggestion even coming from? you couldn’t blame this on the drinking, not when you’ve maintained sober conversation for as long as you have.

nanami laughs loudly, before realizing how serious you are. “shit, you’re serious?”

“i am if you are.”

“if we can’t get these off, it’ll be hell to explain,” nanami warns, before you turn around and offer your hands. the cool metal goes onto your wrists easily, clicking as he locks them. now he’s the one swallowing, his mouth suddenly dry as he realizes the dirty implication. you’re close enough to see each other even though it’s dark, and his olive eyes catch yours for a single moment.

“i swear i’m a good girl, officer,” you tease with a glossy pout, leaning in close enough to his face that he can smell the sweet scents of your lip product and perfumed skin. nanami’s quick to play along, even against his better judgment. you’re real pretty and easy to get carried away thinking about . . he can’t help but feel his cock squeeze in his pants.

“typically good girls aren’t in handcuffs,” he clicks his tongue, fighting back a smile.

“these are tight, officer,” you whine, turning around and pressing your ass into him rather confidently. nanami’s breath hitches in his throat and he allows himself to ghost his fingers along your wrists and the cool metal that binds them together.

“i’m afraid i can’t let you go.”

“no rings on your fingers?” you ask, segueing into a question about his status before you push him further. “ever thought of messing around with a bunny girl?”

“no, work is my focus,” nanami replies smoothly, choosing to let himself enjoy the moment. “and no, i didn’t, not until i met you.”

you giggle, pushing against him. “i need a yes or a no.”

“yes,” he groans, hips twisting against your body; you feel his hard on through ironed pants, pressing into your bare thighs. “wait a minute, you’re the one in cuffs here. you should be begging me to let you go.”

“i don’t need my hands to show you why you should let me go.” your voice is flirty and unashamed, words practically dripping with a sweetness so intoxicating he’s giving in without another word.

“you’re fucking filthy, aren’t you? go ahead and show me why you should be free, girl.”

it all happens fast — before he can register just what’s happening, you’re on your knees in front of him, tugging at his belt with your teeth. he’s extremely impressed, watching through squinted eyes as you tug on the leather and get it out of the buckle.

“a little help, officer?” you lean your head against his thigh, bunny ears slipping back and off your head.

“i thought you didn’t need your hands,” nanami challenges, undoing his belt and letting it hang from his pants. “the rest is all you, princess.”

with your teeth, you tug on his pants and then yank until the button’s undone. you bite down on the zipper and pull it down, then grab onto the hem of his pants and pull it to his knees, all with only your mouth. by the end of it, nanami’s left panting, heaving for air to the point where he has to unbutton his shirt.

you’re good, aren’t you? nanami is speechless.

his gray boxers are next, tight on his hard cock and outlining it deliciously. as they come off, his cock bounces out and almost hits you in the face. you audibly gasp, saliva pooling in your mouth.

is it possible for a dick to look this delicious?

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you assure him, slipping out of character for a moment as you look up at him genuinely. “your cock just looks so good.”

“show me what you mean.”

as you go in towards his tip, he tenses and lifts his cock expectantly, clearing his throat wordlessly. his balls are rounded nicely and feel heavy as you take them into your mouth with a moan, sucking lightly at them and running your tongue along the sensitive skin.

“that’s a good start,” nanami huffs, hips nearly bucking into your face.

from there, you run your tongue along the underside of his cock until you’re at his tip and taking him inside your mouth in one fluid movement.

“god— fuck,” nanami chokes on his words, groaning loudly and biting down onto his lip to quiet himself immediately afterwards. “shit, take it deeper.”

sticky slick pools in your underwear, and you clench up hard the second his palm touches the back of your head and pushes forward forcefully. you’ve got stars in your eyes and so does he as his cock presses deeper into your throat, tip hitting the back of it and making you choke.

“a mouth like this,” he tosses his head back and it lands with a soft thump against the wall, “deserves to be thoroughly fucked.”

nanami’s fingers twist in your hair tightly, and he holds you in place as he fucks his cock down your throat. you choke, tears making your eyes glassy, and you shake a little as you look up at him.

“you can take it.”

even though his cock is absolutely stuffing your throat and blocking off your air supply, his words are trustworthy. you’d made it this far, hadn’t you?

your throat bulges from the size of his cock, stretching out to accommodate his size eagerly. something about being used like this is fulfilling, in a way; it’s rough and satisfying in the best ways possible.

above you, nanami tears his shirt open further, buttons flying every which way from the force. he’s groaning, body sweltering with heat and muscles taut with tension and focus. it’s almost primal, the way he yanks you up by the hair and uses your throat, chasing the orgasm like a dragon.

“fuuuck,” he lets out, watching as tears and mascara rush down your cheeks and make dark tracks on your skin. “you’re a real good girl—hey now, stay still.” you gurgle something, bubbly spit rushing down your chin and dripping onto your chest.

“don’t worry, princess,” his voice is gravelly as he reassures you, his eyes rolling back while yours close in preparation. “i-i’m gonna cum soon, okay?”

nanami feels you open your mouth wider, hears the clink of the handcuffs as you push closer to him. he can feel the cum fill his cock with pressure as it rises to his tip; he pounds out his orgasm in your throat, hips banging into your face and stuttering when he finally falls over the edge. he’s too deep for you to taste the cum, and you only feel its warmth as you greedily swallow it all, moaning quietly at the sensation. his cock leaves your mouth with a pop, a glossy string of spit connecting his tip with your lips.

“don’t look at me like that,” nanami’s voice is shaky as he lifts your chin and closes his eyes when he sees your face, “it makes me want to fuck your throat again.”

“do you get it now, officer?” you rasp, throat sore. “feeling better?”

“yes and yes,” a breathless laugh and he’s leaning in to give you a kiss. nanami’s lips barely brush against yours when you’re both startled by the bang of the door slamming open.

“we totally forgot about you guys!” gojo shouts, before seeing what’s really in front of him.

[ineylesian]

need your hcs on girl dad ghost PLEASEEE 🙏🙏

girldad! ghost has my whole heart <33

GIRLDAD! GHOST who spends countless hours of his off days lounging on the couch with his baby girl sleeping on his chest <33 especially when you’re perched against the end he’s facing, his favorite girl’s nails gently carding through his hair as a movie plays in the background.

GIRLDAD! GHOST who is so incredibly protective over his girls, but knows his boundaries. You two are the most important things in the world to Simon, and he can’t help but fret you two being safe and happy at all times. This comes with constant nagging over little things, especially the boys your daughter sees. When he found out about his daughter’s first heartbreak, Simon bought her a bouquet of roses, all of her favorite snacks, and a small teddy bear holding a heart to its chest. For a solid week, he grumbled about how he knew that guy wouldn’t treat her right and how he better hope he never runs into him.

GIRLDAD! GHOST who shows up to every one of his daughter’s events he can make. He cleans up nicely, devoid of the mask as not to scare or unsettle anyone. Nothing makes his daughter more proud than seeing her dad in the stands of her games holding a handcrafted sign just for her <3. If she plays an instrument, Ghost will happily sit with her as she practices and tell her how well she plays <3. Any hobby she does brings him joy to no end, especially if she takes it up from her mother.

GIRLDAD! GHOST who probes every guy that enters his house. His handshake is firm, hardened gaze practically melting into the poor boy’s skull as he nervously introduces himself. Simon interrogates the boy all throughout dinner, his own little assessment to see if he approves or not. If he doesn’t pass, much to you and your daughter’s dismay, his daughter’s “boyfriend” won’t be making it past dinner and will be very passive aggressively shown the door.

GIRLDAD! GHOST who takes you and your daughter out in the woods to shoot a few times a month. As a soldier, Simon is skilled with weapons of all kinds and wants you both to know how to use them in an emergency. He needs reassurance that the two of you will be able to defend yourselves if he’s not around; knowing you’re not helpless lets him sleep at night when he’s not home.

GIRLDAD! GHOST who writes in individual letters home to you and your daughter while deployed. He makes sure to ask how his little girl is doing while he’s away, hopefully not having too much fun without him, while telling her how much he misses her. He’ll tell her about all of the sights he’s seen wherever he’s been in the world, asking her if she’d be interested in going someplace far when he gets home, a little family vacation maybe. In your letter, Simon makes sure to tell you how much he loves you, and how he can’t wait until he’s home so he can see both of his precious girls <3.

i love him so much :(((

NAVIGATION

[tasty-ribz]

DON'T TRUST HIS PUPPY EYES!

ANNABELLE but its PLUSHIA

@nocturnal-birb enjoy my shitposting

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Thinking about diluc dressed up for Halloween in a slutty dress 🤔

Pairings: Diluc x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, sub!reader AND dom/top!reader, dom!Diluc AND sub/bottom!Diluc, teasing, degradation, public sex

Genre/Format: Smut; Headcannons & scenarios

Author's Note: Hnnngh yes please. Men in pretty dresses are my weakness ❤️ I went a little overboard with this one...my bad 😶

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Diluc in a pretty maid dress... 👀

You ask Adelinde to help you pick out a nice dress and Moco and Hillie choose the accessories!

Diluc's cheeks burn a bright red as he slips the tight number onto his toned body. It just squeezes him in all of the right places and it's so embarrassing...

The skirt barely covers his groin area...there's no way he's leaving the manor like this. Not a chance.

But that's ok with you since that means you can have this slutty maid all to yourself~

You'll beg him to flip the little skirt up and give you a glimpse of his fat cock in the black and white panties that he's wearing 😳

But you'll really, reeeaaallly need to beg hard if you want him to indulge your pervy requests

And honestly? It works out in your favor, because when you get on your knees and Diluc steps on your thigh while you beg? That's more than enough to turn you on

Though, since he enjoys teasing you so much...he decides to give you what you ask for with his own twists

Diluc's foot slides off of your thigh and lands in between your legs, pushing up against your arousal and causing you to involuntarily buck your hips. His gaze pierces through you as he lifts the skirt of his tiny dress, the sight immediately removing all moisture from your throat

“What would you like me to do now, Master?” He asks in a condescending tone. You stare up at his dick while you contemplate an answer; The tip is peeking out at the top of his panties, too large for them to fully contain his length. The entire outline of the shaft is visible through the lacy front of the fabric, just begging to be sucked on. His red happy trail is also visible as it leads your gaze down his stomach and straight to his heavy cock

You don't answer for a few minutes, lost in a trance at the sight hovering above you but still out of reach unless you lean forward. A flex of Diluc's foot pulls you from your perverted daydream, the little bit of pressure against your dick/cunt was just enough to elicit a moan out of you

“Aa-aahh!! Mmmm...c-can I suck you off?”

Diluc scoffs at the question. “You're my master, right? Do whatever you want.”

As you bite your lower lip, you inch closer until you're pressed against his legs, staring up at the cock just a couple inches away from your face, so close that you can smell it. Immediately, you latch onto Diluc's dick, licking and sucking on the fabric until it becomes soaked in your saliva. He inhales sharply when you lap at the exposed tip, wrapping your hands around the back of his thick thighs and practically humping his leg in desperation

Your partner knows you far too well. He knows that what you need right now is to be degraded and teased about your fantasies while you slobber all over his dick, not even free from his clothing yet. “Hmph. You're such a whore, Master. On your knees for a simple maid like this. So indecent.”

Ok so if you can convince/bribe Diluc to go out to a Halloween party or something... it's going to be fun

He's embarrassed. Completely. And you do tease him for this

He's probably wearing something that covers a bit more than that maid dress though...but it's still really slutty

You show him off to your friends as if he's a prized pet, asking him to give them a little twirl and show off the pretty outfit

As the night goes on you get a little worked up from watching Diluc move around so much

His juicy ass has been taunting you all night long and you really need some relief...

Nobody would notice if you just, stepped outside for a bit... right?

Diluc's chest was firmly pressed against the side of the building, questioning what the hell you were doing dragging him out of the party so suddenly like that. The familiar feeling of your lips on his neck shut him up rather quickly though, your hips pressed against his ass, humping him sloppily while one of your hands pulled at his fiery red hair

“Sorry I...fuck I just...just needed you so badly...” you breathed in between wet kisses trailed from his neck down to his shoulder. You hiked up the bottom part of Diluc's dress before pulling down the panties he wore underneath, groaning at the mere sight of his exposed, plump ass

Fingers swiftly prodded his hole open while Diluc's whorish moans pierced the surrounding environment. His wet hole greedily accepted everything that you penetrated it with, working in three fingers for a bit before replacing them with something bigger

You were certain that a few people who walked past the building saw you two. Saw a large, muscular man in a slutty dress getting railed up against the wall like a cheap whore, moaning obscenities while his ass was drilled. Oh well, you really couldn't care right now. Not while you had Diluc in this position, chanting your name and calling you ‘Master’ as he sprayed copious amounts of cum onto the wall

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

[meandhisjohn]

Sherlock's diary:

Our very last stop was Glamis Castle in Scotland.

My favourite castle in Britain,  and of course John knew it.

I must talk in my sleep.

Nevertheless, the castle is opulent and most interesting.

Founded by the Lyon family in 1372.

Secrets, ghosts, and legends, like the sinful card game in the 15th century when Lord Glamis gambled with the devil.

Or the grey lady, a former Lady Glamis who was burnt for being a witch in 1537.

And there is the secret chamber where not only the cruel Lord Beardie gambled,  but also the legend of a deformed child hidden there for his entire life.

We ended our stay with a glamorous dinner and a staging of Macbeth

 ( Yes, I'm aware of the curse)

My John in a tuxedo, doesn't he look dashingly handsome?!

You don't need to grin, I'm allowed to be smitten.

We talk about my future husband.

It was an unforgettable journey.

Another one for us....

@a-victorian-girl @@chriscalledmesweetie @@thepolyamorywriter @lisbeth-kk @jobooksncoffee @helloliriels @totallysilvergirl @reed-anderson @macgyvershe @naefelldaurk @peanitbear @angiefsutton @yorkiepug

[sparklings-husband]

candy corn cookie aka dotter

[im-his-druidess]

Heyyyy Pers 🧡🖤🧡🖤

For your paranormal slashers, what about ghost hunter reader investigating the old Sinclair House ruins after the events of House of Wax and Ghost Bo & Vincent are there and naughty things happen?

This is another good take on them being paranormal creatures!

I always viewed Bo as some sort of Vampire or even a Incubus...especially considering his murderfuck dungeon 👀 and I always viewed Vincent as a Vampire or even a Gargoyle (something I discussed with @mandowifey eons ago)

So it's cool to think of them as ghosts or phantoms!

I can see this AU happening even if Reader was just a normal person. Like if she got a small house near somewhere in the town of Ambrose. Maybe a small little cottage or something that was dirt cheap and the only thing available so she jumped at the chance. Ignoring the "rumors" of the abandoned town being haunted as just superstition left over from the real life crimes that happened.

Once she moved in she's almost instantly aware of someone, or something, watching her. Doesn't matter if she's outside, in her home, or the time of day. Something is always watching. Then her things will start disappearing, mainly her undergarments, and her items will be misplaced like her hairbrush or perfume.

That couple with other odd things happening like fingerprints on her bathroom mirror, candles being lit even though she swears she extinguished them, the sensation of something touching her hair or back or even her ass, and the feeling of something sitting on her bed while she sleeps makes her second-guess everything she's ever known. Also it doesn't help that a white and black dog adamantly refuses to leave her home.

Of course that's only the beginning...

[lupeloto]

mickey/ian + spirit halloween headcanons:

Mickey has never been to one, so Ian makes sure to step on every single animatronic pedal to make them jump out at him…and Mickey certainly threatens violence/squares up with each one every time. And Ian? Pleased with himself the whole time.

Mickey finds the section of masks and immediately goes crazy with it. He’ll put on the scariest, most grotesque one he can find and pop out of every corner ian turns.

Mickey picks up pretty much every single gorey decoration and says “man, we gotta get one of these”. He picks up the headband made to look like a knife, talking about how fun it would be to prank Debbie with it.

He’ll find the ugliest mask or statue he can and make some joke about how it looks like Lip, making only himself chuckle.

Ian will pick up some skimpy red-devil outfit and make eyes at Mickey...to which he promptly receives a "In your dreams, Gallagher" and a middle finger.

They go back in every year since the first time, Ian eventually begging Mickey to get matching costumes for their whole family.

[crossover-enthusiast]

Skid x pump headcannons? (I ❤️ YOUR HCS)

:O :D!

Thank you!!!

Okay S O

They're very touchy with each other in general methinks, holding hands or tugging on each other's clothes to get their attention!

I said this to @inkandpaintleopard once but sometimes they'll watch shows or play video games together and end up falling asleep cuddling. Lila has pictures of this and she thinks it's the cutest thing

Whenever I think of them romantically I just think of Steven and Connie from Steven Universe- the feelings are there early on, but it's not something either of them act upon, or even really understand as romantic, until they're older

As they get older however they just kinda... seamlessly go into it. Nobody even realizes they're dating until they kiss in public

Their dates range anywhere from watching a horror movie at the theater, breaking into an abandoned house to explore, or going to the graveyard to star gaze

When Susie realizes Pump has feelings for Skid she teases him so much. Same deal for Ross and Skid

Roy has tried to bully them with "what are you, gay?" and they just go "yeah"

When they're adults they get married for tax benefits

Even as they get older Pump still gives Skid rides on his shoulders, and Skid responds by kissing Pump's forehead

They're still spooky as they age and eventually update their costumes with trinkets of the other one (personal favorite idea is bowties in the other's color/a skeleton bowtie for Pump and pumpkin bowtie for Skid)

Skid is still the taller one and he loves laying his head in Pump's fluffy hair <3 (honestly this could work for any age)

When it's class valentines day at school they always make sure to get cards for each other (and then bribe Kevin for spooky-lovely Candy Cans)

One time for his birthday Skid drew Pump a cool drawing of them together and Pump had his grandpa frame it so it'd never be ruined

This ask is about an hour old now so I hope you see this anon jkfdnkjfn

But enjoy the they!! 💀🎃

[confessions-sm]

"To me kevin/roy can he both transmac and transfem and it'll seem righ-"

Everyone is transmasc AND transfem.

Frank guy? Cool. Frank girl? Yeah.

Skiddad go there too.

Skid and Pump to the trans blender aswell.

Just try enough and EVERYONE fits the transmasc and transfem hc.

/silly

So real actually

[bcnedaddy]

tag dump

[moremaybank]

jj is the biggest cheat when playing a game. because he is the biggest sore loser to ever exist.😭😭 - can i be a new anon pls <3 🎃??

okay i had to make this into a lil concept 😭

imagine you’re playing uno with jj and he manages to win every time without fail. you ask him how he keeps winning when you swear that he had at least five cards left, and he just shrugs with an i’m just that good, baby. eventually he gets up to stretch, raising his arms above his head, and all the colourful cards fall from the sleeves of his hoodie to the floor from his torso. your jaw drops and you give him a glare. you dirty cheater you say, getting up to whack his chest. and he just stands there with a goofy apologetic look on his face, sorry, pretty girl.

concepts

[kelin-is-writing]

kelin.....kelin please I need your absolute most mundane domestic boring dabi headcanons.

do u think he groans when he stretches in the morning. Does he have food he hates, like he picks tomatoes out of sandwiches. what are his worst pet peeves. does he wear socks indoors.

when he's at your apartment does he have a favourite blanket. will he argue about the proper way for the toilet paper to go. does he have any semblance of a night routine or does he just collapse. does he have favourite sleep clothes. does he have a favourite position to cuddle in. will he ask for affection or will he just get whiny and pouty and you have to figure it out

I'm talking THE MOST BORING headcanons you have. please. i need domestic simplicity. the kind of stuff that's just looked over. like. "you put three sugars in your coffee every day unless you're having a rough morning, then you put four."

im losing my mind. 🎃

🎃 YOU’RE BACK OH MY GOD!!!!!!

not bad as idea, so. let’s get into some mundane/domestic dabi headcanons shall we? 👀

dabi x fem!reader

Dabi domestic headcanons:

i’ve already talked about him resembling a huge cat and i’m still of that opinion, so when this boy stretches dabi lets out a strained groan as he reaches his arms up until he doesn’t hear a ‘crack’. i also think that he would stretch even when laying on the bed or couch, while stiffling a yawn as he stretches, but like... with his whole body, just like a cat would. precious boy seriously...

dabi canonically hates fish, he also gives off the vibe of someone who hates almost all vegetables especially broccoli, cucumbers (using the famous line “it tastes like electricity” as excuse), eggplants and artichoke, he would have the most disgusted and horrified expression on when they get into his view. gets scolded and nagged by compress and spinner a lot about this.

i feel one of his worst pet peeves would be peoples munching and slurping on food loudly, someone talking over him or interrupting him, if someone does any of these things he’s gonna make sure they will never be a menace for his ears or nerves. except you, you’re perfect for him and he will never think otherwise.

indoors he used to wear socks when he was a kid, but now the only thing dabi wears indoors is pants and that’s it. more like, he doesn’t wear shirts that much because sometimes the cloth over his scarred skin bothers him and at times becomes itchy. i also feel like he’s the type to wear a hoodie with nothing underneath, enjoying how you get all flustered the moment you notice 👀

when he’s at your apartment dabi just loves to chill on your bed most of the time because the blankets and cushion have your scent on them, that’s the scent he loves the most in the world, it’s a scent that makes him relax right away and before dabi realizes it he’s already snoozing, deep asleep.

dabi had never thought that he would’ve ever liked getting couple thingies, BUT when he saw a pearl pink and pastel blue mugs in your cabinets his heart skipped a beat, suddenly couple thingies– weren’t that bad after all.

his only night routine is interrupting your night routine by dragging you to bed and cuddle until dabi isn’t out like a light, his face buried between your breasts and arms hugging your waist tight. i think... his favorite clothes when sleeping is either with only sweatpants on, shirt and boxers or just boxers 👀

he has many favorite positions for cuddling: leaning on the headboard of the bed, you between his legs with back against his chest and arms around your waist, him between your legs with his face onto your chest and arms hugging your waist; holding you close while laying as his nose is buried onto the side of your neck leaving kisses and small bites all over it as his hand rests on the small of your back, legs intertwined with yours. i think dabi would also love and find endearing if you were to lay behind him and hug him from the back with your hand on his chest, your cheek resting against it as you sleep soundly. this to just say a few, because the list would be endless honestly.

he would nag you about the piled up laundry or dishes, because look— he does create disorder on the battlefield, but behind closed doors dabi dislikes disorder and untidiness.

dabi drinks his coffee black, zero sugar in it, hands down.

i think he’s the type who wouldn’t ask for affection out in the open, dabi would just sit there staring at you longingly from time to time like he’s dying to say something to you. then he would just pout before leaning his head onto your shoulder nuzzling against it, inviting you to give him attention, or he would drop his head on your lap before taking your hand to put it onto his head moving it slightly asking subtly to pet him. he’s super into being babied by you, when you baby him dabi is on cloud nine.

i had super fun writing them guys, hope you all like these!!!!

[antiquepearlss]

sinces its basically fall i have an itsy bitsy question for u

who in the tts cast do u think likes pumpkin spice drinks/food/idek atp and who do u think, thinks its a big fad/dislikes it?

personally i think rapunzel likes it, varian is kinda "eh" about it(he enjoys hot cocoa more), eugene thinks its a big fad(but he dabbles in it from time to time), lance likes it more than raps, catalina and kiera DESPISE it, and cass doesnt like fall that much bcuz shes allergic to pollen(she also hates spring bcuz of pollen)(cass being allergic to pollen hc)

I’ve now seen two people say Varian wouldn’t like pumpkin spice lattes, but I disagree. I headcanon him as both a coffee drinker and a sweets lover, so naturally he would love very sugary coffees. Not necessarily 99% milk (like Rapunzel) but he’s always getting sweet lattes, frappes, and various affogatos and cappuccinos. And I think as someone who grew up eating a lot of pumpkin pie and various pumpkin treats (as Quirin is a pumpkin farmer), I think he would enjoy a psl, especially if it includes real pumpkin. But yes, hot chocolate is the superior beverage to him.

I agree that Rapunzel and Lance also love them, and Eugene doesn’t really care for them but will drink one for the sake of being trendy or for matching instagram pics with Raps or Lance. Eugene is someone who is committed to being trendy and setting trends (to an extent ofc) meanwhile Rapunzel and Lance just like them. Even if Rapunzel more often than not gets cream based pumpkin spice Frappuccinos than lattes (look she doesn’t really like coffee okay.)

And yeah, I can’t see the girls liking them either. Cat doesn’t like coffee, she prefers tea, and Kiera thinks they’re too sweet, she prefers diet mtn dew. Same with Cass and Hugo, they don’t drink it either. She drinks her coffee with like, one sugar packet and an ounce of milk. (I can see Cass and Cat drinking pumpkin spice chai tea) Hugo also strikes me as someone who prefers his coffee black, because it’s more practical and “cooler,” and he really doesn’t care about being trendy. If anything, he doesn’t drink them to avoid being “basic.” (also I hc he hates pumpkin)

I can see Cassie liking fall but hating pollen, and despising spring, so she prefers winter. She likes it when everything is dead and isn’t bothering her (like bugs or Rapunzel stopping her every twenty seconds to point out a cool flower.) Also I love her being allergic to pollen that’s weirdly funny to me.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

May I request something with dragon Freminet? I’m not… entirely sure how do to this, but a friend introduced me to the concept and it won’t leave me alone now. Dragony boy, like Neuvilette- or maybe Yanfei would be a more apt comparison, for a part human one. Something soft if possible? Headcanons or some sort of scenarjo

Dragon Freminet

Pairings: Freminet x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, Dragon!Freminet, all fluff + a tiny bit of hurt/comfort

Genre/Format: Fluff; Headcannons

Author's Note: Oooohh Dragon Freminet is a cute idea! I took a few liberties with his design, though he is still depicted as mostly human. I hope you enjoy these, anon :3

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Cryo Dragon Freminet who's such a sensitive soul. He's only capable of partially understanding human emotions, though when he does feel them they hit him hard. Overwhelming waves of sadness, joy, despair, anxiety, or love that empty his mind of anything else

Oftentimes you're the only person who can help him deal with these emotions. Helping him through bouts of despair or profound sadness, sometimes prompted by insignificant things such as accidentally dropping something. It's enough to bring forth a flood of tears from the poor boy, but you're more than willing to help him

You'll reassure him of his worth, tell him over and over again that he is not a failure. Remind him of how strong he is while cupping his freckled cheeks, kiss his pretty lips and nose until that smile that you love so much comes back

Dragon Freminet who is the biggest cuddle monster of them all. Especially when he has a loving partner to cuddle up with! He basks in your warmth and comfort whenever you're kind enough to indulge his needs. With arms wrapped around his torso and your legs tangled with his, resting underneath his favorite blanket that his Father gifted him, Freminet purrs from deep within his chest

It's a deep rumbling unlike anything else in this world. The content (or distressed/threatening) sounds of an elemental dragon can influence a human's emotions, causing the human to either feel complete relief and safety or fear/terror, if the dragon is threatening them

Dragon Freminet who's embarrassed by your endless stream of compliments about his draconic features. You ask him to open his mouth a bit so that you can catch a peak of his terribly sharp fangs, carefully tapping their points with the pad of your thumb as you admire them. Or staring into his gorgeous blue eyes, memorizing the swirls of multiple colours mixed in

Even finding the time to coo about how cool his true form looks! While Freminet is quite small compared to other dragons and dragon adjacent beings, he is massive compared to humans, easily towering over you like a god. You stare up at him during one of the rare moments when he actually reveals his true form, wide-eyed and unable to move in pure awe at the sight of your boyfriend before you

Dragon Freminet who adores winter activities, as most of them make him feel connected to his element, cryo. He begs you to play in the snow with him, or to teach you how to ice skate! You do have to remind him that your human body can't withstand the cold in the same way that his can though...yours needs breaks to warm back up unless you want to get sick...

And Freminet will happily oblige, bringing you back inside and hugging you tightly to help you warm up. He'll breathe on your icy hands and envelope them within his own, covering your fingers with his until your skin is pleasantly warm. If he's feeling particularly bold Freminet might pull you closer and breathe down your neck, hot puffs of breath that cause you to warm up incredibly quick, especially your cheeks

Dragon Freminet who keeps multiple hordes of items. Collecting different mechanical parts and scraps that catch his eye, broken down gardemeks, gears, and children's toys that are no longer on the market. He also has a more intimate horde of things related to you in some way. Things that you give him, trinkets he thinks you would like, even a few things from your past that you gifted to him specifically for this collection. These things are his most precious treasures, besides you of course. You'll always be his number one treasure 💙

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3