#🪽. asks

[shibuyaphile]

kys faggot pedophile

Ohhhh fuck yes.

[paranoiddreams]

Hi, I don’t know if you’re accepting requests, but you could write something about JK where his girlfriend is accompanying them on tour and he keeps sneaking away without the managers and boys coming to sleep with her or take her to his bunk bed on the tour bus or to his hotel room... smuttt pls

OH MAMI✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

✧ idol!Jungkook x gn!reader

✧ WC!! - 1.42k

✧ Warnings!! - unprotected sex, jk is kinda mean!!!, he hitting it from the back😜, voyeurism(?), they almost get caught, or do they…, explicit language, idky but there’s smth going on with Yoongi, degradation, use of ‘slut’ once,

✧ A/n!! - I really hope you enjoy this, I hope it’s what you wanted! I love this request, and had so much fun writing it😻 The title is the song I thought fit this vibe ig, so if you want to check it out it’s by Chase Atlantic. Hope you all enjoy!! <3

“J-Jungkook, they’re right outside!”

Your sweet, caring, often naive, boyfriend Jungkook currently has you bent over the small, flimsy table in the tour bus he and the rest of the band are traveling the world in. 

When he invited you to come with him on tour, you immediately said yes, because all of the times he was gone in the past felt like whole life times; It’s no secret you and Jungkook are inseparable. So, this year being a more laid back one, management decided it was okay for you to come this time. Although that decision in hindsight might not have been the best one to make. 

Jimin and Taehyung can’t count the amount of times he thought he was talking to Jungkook walking behind him, only to turn around and see him glued to his phone, texting you about where to meet in the next few minutes. Namjoon swears he’s going to damage his voice from how much he’s been scolding the youngest for disappearing suddenly and coming back 20 minutes later with flushed cheeks and ruffled hair. Most of all, the whole band, including the staff, are annoyed by the obvious trips you and Jungkook take to the nearest utility closet at any hotel room before every concert. 

But they’re not the only one’s slightly annoyed. You’ve told your insatiable boyfriend many times that he needs to control himself, but of course, he’s as stubborn as a dog. But then again, even if you’re vehemently opposed to his ‘adventurous’ rendezvous, you still always end up in this position. 

Currently, you’re bent over the flimsy table of the tour bus, and Jungkook ramming his cock into you from behind while everyone is out stretching their legs; something you can’t help but be hyperaware of. 

“J-Jungkook, they’re right outside!”

Your sweet, caring, often naive, boyfriend Jungkook is no where to be seen. When you look over your shoulder, you see his face contorted in blinding euphoria, his brows furrowed as he lets out low grunts of pleasure. He seems to not notice everyone right outside of the curtain-covered window he’s fucking you in front of, and if he does, he doesn’t pay any mind at all. You can barely hear a few voices underneath the sound of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, making every little sound you or Jungkook let out seem 10x louder.

“W-We need to be quiet!” You stammer out in a hushed tone. 

Although your mind is only occupied with trying not to get caught, your body is completely under the control of Jungkook’s rough thrusts. You’re clenching around him, dripping down your thighs  and his cock to the carpeted floor of the tour bus while his fingers dig into the pliant skin of your hips. 

“Yeah?” He growls condescendingly. “Better be quiet then, huh?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your heart hammering in your ears as his growled words send shivers down your spine. You slam your palms down onto the table you’re bent over, your fingers turning white as you hold on for dear life from the pleasure ripping through your body. 

“J-Jungkook! Please, you’re g-going too fast!” You manage to cry out through breathless pants. But your boyfriend only laughs in return, his warm breath hitting your shoulder. 

He lifts his hands from your hips, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he slides himself all the way into you, staying there as he reaches around to grab both of your wrists. He holds them behind your back with one hand, using the other to cover your mouth. His chin rests on your shoulder as he turns his head to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. 

“I told you to be quiet,” he says in a low chiding tone, “do you want the others to walk in on us? To know how much of a fucking slut you are when they leave?”

A guttural, almost animalistic mewl leaves your lips, muffled by his palm, as he speaks into your ear. You feel him continue his brutal pace, slow but hard as he rams into your sore entrance. The thought of his words, to your surprise, send a rush of arousing embarrassment through your body, your thighs clenching together as you’re barely able to hold yourself up anymore. 

Noticing this, Jungkook pulls out of you suddenly with a low hiss, uncovering your mouth and releasing your hands to grab your waist and flip you around. You barely even have time to gasp out his name before he’s lifting you up onto the table, pushing your thighs apart roughly. 

“N-No! Don’t—!“ you start to protest, but cut yourself off with a strangled moan when he slams his leaking cock back inside of you, his hands hooked under your thighs to push them apart further. 

“Look at you, making such a mess,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with an almost unrecognizable lust. Your eyes flicker down, catching a glimpse of his glistening cock pushing in and out of you, your combined fluid dripping onto the table beneath you. Your face flushes with heat, and you feel your second—maybe third?—orgasm starting to wash over you. 

“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” he pants out, his dominant tone turning more desperate as he chases his own oncoming high, “god, you’re so tight when you cum around my cock…”

Your thighs shake as he holds them open, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and untimed as you pulsate and gush around him. As your euphoric high clouds your mind, and your judgment, you wrap your legs around his waist, holding him deep inside of you. Then you feel his warm cum spill into you. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he whines when he looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. His hips rock softly into you a few more times as you suck him in and milk him completely. When he’s done, he goes slightly limp as he catches his breath, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. 

“You let me cum inside…” he whispers after a few moments, still a little delirious from his climax. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, realizing what you did as the fog of lust clears in your mind, “I did…but only so we won’t have too much to clean up.”

Jungkook laughs adorably, as if he weren’t covered in your cum, his softening dick still buried deep inside of you. “Oh really? You made quite the mess too—“

Both you and Jungkook stop suddenly when the door to the tour bus jiggles, your eyes going wide. 

In a moment of panic, Jungkook pulls himself out of you, tugging his jeans back on from around his ankles as you hop down to the ground to find your shorts. By the time you do find them under the table, the door opens, and Yoongi walks in. 

“Yah—where’s y/n/n?” He asks in his usual grumpy tone, holding a bag of snacks from the gas station in his hands. 

Jungkook flinches, determined to keep his eyes on Yoongi’s and not under the table where you’re trying to shimmy on your shorts as quietly as possible. 

“Oh! Uh, she’s—uhm, she’s in the bathroom,” he stammers out, practically jumping to stand in front of the table, leaning against it to hide the obvious mess while he keeps his eyes on Yoongi. 

After buttoning your shorts you freeze under the table, looking between Jungkook’s legs at Yoongi in front of him, the tour bus deadly silent. 

“Okay,” he finally says after a few moments, “well when she comes back tell her I got those chips she likes.”

Jungkook nods with a painfully forced smile, holding a thumbs up for emphasis as he watches Yoongi walk towards the back of the tour bus. “Yup! I will!” He says, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Once Yoongi is out of sight, Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief and squats down to look at you under the table. 

“Are you okay?!” He asks with those big doe eyes you can never seem to stay mad at. 

“Yeah, but now these shorts are ruined,” you grumble as you crawl out from under the table, cringing at the feeling of your and Jungkook’s combined cum sticking to your thighs. 

Once you stand, Jungkook lets out an incredulous giggle, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you against his chest. You stand there for a moment, basking in his warmth, until you both jump at the sound of Yoongi calling out from the back of the bus:

“Make sure to clean up the mess you both left!”

Seems like you’ll both need to work on your sneaking-around skills more.

Thank you to the lovely @kloserpeenguintiljk for requesting! I hope you enjoyed <3

[greg-montgomery]

HONEY HI

I know I'm coming out of nowhere but I'm literally studying chemistry and I'm basically so tired I might just fall asleep right here right now 🧍 I saw the post and I'm nostalgic for the chats omg 😭 What about a teasy Aaron (they aren't together yet) he sees that she watches a cartoon, and he sees that she has printed pictures, wallpapers and things like that, and he just wonders why!! (you don't have to include this I understand it's pretty difficult in chats, it's just kind of a background 😋). Soo the cartoon is the Powerpuff Girls😋 you already know what I'm talking about 😔 Reader eventually ends up confessing that's because of some character 🤭 and he's like

that looks a lot like me 🧐👍

as usual feel free to change anything, I just needed to let out this thought 😔

Also, how are you doing sweetie??💞

hiii my love!!! i’m doing okay 🥹🩷 i’ve missed you!!

[bloodibambiidoll]

You should totally do like . . . Weirdgirl!reader & rafes insta posts about each other n just in general. . .

໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა pretty please 🪽🪽

Ommmg yess!! I’ve actually been saving pics to do just this so I’m so glad you asked!! Read my mind! Here are Rafe’s hehehe (After weird!girl moves in with him they redo an entire room just for her toys and collectables so Rafe doesn’t have to sleep w those dolls looking @ him LMAO. She still keeps all her plushies in the bedroom tho…)

All things Rafe and his weird!girl here

[all-14-ghostfaces]

hehehee

bonus under cut

[fleeceyang]

lets what ???

[itsrlymine]

-❤️🪽 anon

So I wasn’t rlly satisfied with the villa (my greedy ass HAHAHAAHA) so I manifested another one before going to sleep yesterday and IMAGINE today we went to the outskirts of our city and I casually heard from my dad that he will start building another villa after he finishes the current one and he showed us the land ITS SO HUGE (this villa in like the outskirts is like so close to the beach and looooordddd how I love being on the Mediterranean it’s so cold on hot summer days😍)

Girl. yes!!!! Omg I love this for you wtf!! i'm gonna get a villa next year wow this is so greattt.

[passionpeachy]

a lesbain without a tummy pouch is like an angel without wings

this is true

[fireworksoverhell]

Adam with freckles? Hell yea

Also Angel Lu has the expression of someone who's cute enough to get away with anything and knows it

{{I love drawing Adam with Freckles, he deserves them}}

╔═*.·:·.✧ 𝕷𝖚 ✧.·:·.*═╗

"Well! Adam does cater to me a lot. I think he feels sort of guilty that he rejected me at first while also being possessive, so I know I can basically get him to agree with anything! Not everyone is so accommodating of course, but I get by just fine having Adam listen to my whims." He's telling on himself but it's probably fine. Adam probably already realised this a long time ago.

[glass--beach]

(Sorry if this sounds insensitive) If you don’t mind me asking, how has bipolar disorder affected your life?

Love ya J i hope you’re doing well 🫶

um. it’s a mixed bag?

depression is depression. we all know it. it’s a useless state of being that can often be worryingly comfortable. not something worth romanticizing but its void of meaning tends to pull Romance in regardless. you’ll pay endless tribute to it and it will never give you anything in return.

mania is endless kinetic energy firing indiscriminately in all directions at once. seems everyone can behave like they’re some lonely god in a world of idiots but mania will make you believe it. i’ve written political manifestos, religious texts, and, most embarrassingly, gotten into twitter arguments. when it can be reigned in, that energy can give you the kind of self importance expected of artists and the power to make your body a factory but it’s just not in mania’s nature to be easily reigned in.

with both in tandem you struggle to trust yourself. you struggle to like yourself. the manic wants to hate the depressive and vice versa. you wonder where You is between these extremes, or if there even is a You. i watch myself at a distance usually, and i love conflict. i’ve tried anti-depressants, anti-convulsants, mood stabilizers, recreational drugs, and for some bizarre reason i enjoy this more than any of that. (for the love of god though if medication does work for you please take it. i am extremely weird for this.) i’ve learned its logic and i’ve managed to fit my weird fractured self into a social context where if you squint your eyes enough i almost look like a person. i AM genuinely happy, i love myself, i have many other people in my life who i love and who love me too, and i am an optimist, but it’s all a strange, contradictory leap of faith. the answer for me has always been to cultivate an environment where i would be blind to miss my own worth

thank you. i am doing well. always changing, and passing through a very nice place at the moment <3

[the-npd-culture-is]

Questioning NPD culture is getting more comfortable with calling yourself a narcissist and talk about your experiences with friends, and that just makes you so happy. :)

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[shibuyaphile]

Go over it or game over now? Is this a place to shine? Say down to it or drown by it, it's your turn to throw the dice.

My name is Joshua. I go by he/it and occasionally some neos. I am a queer trans man who is the host of a DID system.

More elaboration on my identity: I am an omniphile and exclusively attracted to those who identify as male to some extent in species where gender is a relevant factor. I consider myself roughly binary male and I present as cisgender internally. I am *not* human. Do not refer to me as such. I am internally 16 and I will block anyone who demands to know my chronological age. I am rather low-empathy and averse to most people, apologies for that.

More elaboration on my opinions on the radqueer shit: I've been in this community for like two years now and I kinda don't give much of a damn when newer radqueers drop the most atrocious takes known to mankind anymore because we all had an era like that (except for me I'm really special all I did in my early days was 🥄post all the time and get erased for my positivity posts). Anyways I am very heavily 🔓 leaning and I am pro-consensual transition on transharmful identities. I physically could not care less how someone identifies or what they do as long as there is no nonconsensual harm and I find it absurd to bar consent from any large group as a monolith. I will not go into extensive, public arguments about contact discourse. Do not try to make me do so.

I do not have a DNI. Just know I very much enjoy negative attention just as much as I do positive and both fuel my NPD so I would not suggest antis waste their time on me.

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[paranoiddreams]

Hello! It's currently Halloween where I am, so what about reader taking any of the JJK men to Halloween Horror night where they get chased by clowns and all kinds of creepy cosplay. 100 points if any of them scream like a girl or puff up like a cat.

You can choose which JJK men. 😊

Happy Halloween 🎃

SCREAM! (HC)

🎃 [Inc.] Satoru, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi

🎃 Warnings!! - fem!reader, some swearing, descriptions of (fake) blood/gore, movies/shows like The Exorcist, Chucky, Stranger Things, The Last of Us, Beetlejuice, and The Haunting of Hill House, cocky Satoru (what’s new), Megumi’s is terribly sweet, lol, Yuji’s is actually a lil sad I didn’t intent that lmao

🎃 A/n!! - Hello!!! Thank you so much for the ask, I’m currently working on another ask, but thought that I should get this one out before Halloween ends! If I don’t manage to, I’m sincerely sorry, but I hope you enjoy this anyways! I also haven’t been to any of the haunted houses I mention, so if the experience is inaccurate I apologize hehe. Have a happy Halloween to everyone who celebrates it, and a wonderful night to everyone who doesn’t!🫶🏻🤍

🍡Satoru🍡

Satoru is ALL FOR the idea

In fact, he was the one who brought it up. 

Going to a theme park to get a good scare, AND have his girlfriend cling to his arm the whole night?

That’s a plan if he’s ever heard one. 

“You can hold onto me if you get scared, love~”

Y/n looks up at Satoru, a smile playing on her lips. “Me? Are you sure you won’t get scared, Toru?”

Satoru laughs, waving off the idea with his hand. “You kidding, love?! I’m the strongest, how could I get scared?”

He’s eating his words by the third haunted house. 

The first was alright, just an alien invasion walk through, which he found himself practically flying through. 

You, in the other hand, took his offer to your advantage, and held onto his arm every time a slimy animatronic creature popped out of the wall. 

“Don’t look so smug, Toru,” y/n scoffs as they walk out of the first haunted house, her heart still racing a bit. 

“I don’t even need my 6 eyes to tell that you’re scared, baby! It’s okay to admit I was right—I usually am,” Satoru smiles, leaning down to kiss her cheek, only to be met with a scowl. 

“Whatever…”

Boy are you happy when you both enter an exorcist themed haunted house, and Satoru’s body stiffens significantly beside you. 

It’s dark, and thick fog fills the house as you both walk through. 

There’s screaming and growling in the distance, which seems to move around the house. 

You’re holding onto Satoru’s arm even tighter, but his smug smile is nowhere to be seen.

The last room of the house comes into view, a wave of relief washing over the couple as they walk eagerly to the door. 

When Satoru twists the handle, the old wood creaking loudly, an actor dressed as a priest jumps out. 

“Help! Help!” The man screams, his white collar stained with blood. He’s then seemingly dragged to the side of the room, a growl emitting from the corner. 

Satoru walks hesitantly inside, y/n clinging to his side. Another actor, a little girl resembling the same one in the movie this house took inspiration from, is standing over the priest, blood and black liquid dripping from her mouth. 

Y/n screams, running towards the exit on the other side of the room. She drags Satoru along, his face pale and frozen in fear. 

Yk the face Satoru pulled when he first met Megumi? 

Yeah, that’s what he looks like when you both leave the haunted house. 

He can feel his heart beating rapidly, but puts on a brave face for you, of course. 

That is, until the third, and last house of the night. 

You insisted, since the haunt was based off of the show “The Last of Us”, and you both had watched it earlier that year

But little did you know, Satoru was nervously biting the inside of his cheek each episode.

But how could he say no to you when you looked so sweet, looking up at him with those adorable eyes of yours???

“Last one. It’s…getting late.”

Y/n looks up at Satoru as they both walk towards the, apparently, last house of the night. 

“Don’t tell me you’re scared, Satoru Gojo,” she smiles, reaching a finger up to poke his cheek. 

He grabs her hand, stopping her from touching his face. “Don’t tease me, love, you can’t talk,” he says, putting her finger between his teeth. 

“Shut up!” Y/n pouts, pulling her finger back. 

“Trust me, you’re going to want to leave after this one,” Satoru says, looking up at the large haunted attraction they’re about to enter. 

Satoru thinks he’s got everything together when you first walk in, more interested in the set they’ve built and how accurate it is to the show

Until the first clicker pops out and he’s brought back to the scenes of the show that made him nearly jump off of the couch. 

He quite literally screams like a little girl, his mask falling off, which only blinds the actor decorated in the costume that scared Satoru in the first place. 

Now they’re both screaming, and you’re off to the side with a shell-shocked expression, wondering to yourself how this even happened. 

“Baby…don’t be mad, please?”

“Satoru…” you grumble, looking out the window of his car, “we’re banned for life…”

“Honestly…” he sighs, “wasn’t even thinking of going back after that.”

Y/n glares at him from the passenger seat, her arms crossed over her chest. But when she remembers the screams of her boyfriend, the actor, and a little boy behind them who happened to witness the incident, a snort escapes her lips. 

“You’re such a dork,” she laughs, leaning over the center console to grab his hand, kissing his knuckles. “I didn’t want to go back after the first house anyways.”

🫀Sukuna🫀

He is not amused one bit.

Why the hell would humans create a whole event just to dress up and scare themselves? It’s stupid!

But when you ask him so sweetly to attend with you, he can’t find it in himself to say no.

“This night will be a waste of time,” Sukuna grumbles down at y/n as they walk around the crowded amusement park, actors dressed as demons, vampires, clowns, and zombies jumping out to scare people.

When one of them, a man in an elaborate clown getup, comes up screaming, honking a horn in y/n’s face, Sukuna can feel his anger boil. It takes every ounce of his cursed-being, and a harsh squeeze of his hand from his girlfriend, for him to compose himself and walk away.

“Sukuna, do not—“

“What were they thinking?! Getting in your face, invading your space like that!” He grumbles, his hand still in y/n’s. “Assholes…”

You decide to take him into a haunted house, hoping it’ll be a little less invasive.

There are various options every year, but you’re happy that this year includes a movie you both watched, and Sukuna didn’t seem too annoyed by:

Beetlejuice.

He even chuckled a few times!

“Oh? That movie? Yes, I remember,” Sukuna says, recounting the movie as soon as y/n points to the cryptic house in the distance.

Surprisingly, it doesn’t take much effort for her to take him inside of the attraction; he was practically the one dragging her in, actually.

With a wicked smile, Sukuna looks at the surroundings of the house as music blares through hidden speakers, the familiar purple and green theme of the movie throughout. He holds y/n’s hand while walking through the halls, seemingly unfazed by the actor leading them through, and the animatronics jumping out at every corner to scare them.

He starts to feel his distaste for ‘frivolous human events’ quickly turns to amusement when y/n practically clings to him even more throughout the house. Every jumpscare, loud noise, or enthusiastic actor that pops out and sends waves of fear through her body no longer gets a death stare from Sukuna; rather, he finds himself laughing at the little effort it takes his girlfriend, relishing in the feeling of priority he gets every time she squeezes his fingers or bicep.

When they come towards the end of the house, and the infamous character of Beetlejuice comes out himself, y/n is initially really giddy and pulling Sukuna towards him to take a picture.

But when they go, one of the huge, iconic sandworms from the movie pops out in front of them. That, including the cackling laughs of the actor portraying Beetlejuice, elicit a horrified scream from y/n, while Sukuna is openly chuckling as she pulls him out.

He’s shaking his head as you both leave, but can’t help the small smile on his face when he looks down to see you still holding onto his muscular arm.

You’re even laughing now, telling him how much of a thrill that was.

He thinks he’s starting to understand why humans come to places like this by the time the moon has risen high in the sky, and a glint of exhaustion sparkles in your eyes.

As the car drives down the nearly empty highway, soft music playing from the radio, y/n leans her head on the window. Her eyes flutter closed every few moments, the memories of that night flashing in her mind.

“Hey, brat,” sukuna calls softly from the driver’s seat, his hand gripping the steering wheel, “you’re that tired, huh?”

Y/n lifts her head, looking over at her boyfriend in the sliver of moonlight pouring through his window.

“Yeah,” she hums, resting her hand atop his on the center console, “I had a lot of find today, Kuna.”

Sukuna thinks about suppressing his smile as he usually does, but when he looks over at y/n and sees her sleepy eyes, he can’t. She won’t even remember this tomorrow, he thinks.

“I did too, surprisingly.”

Y/n lifts her head slightly, a smile slowly forming on her lips. “You did?” She asks. “You really did?”

“I really did,” Sukuna sighs, looking at the road ahead. “Human’s aren’t entirely stupid, I suppose; but the whole Halloween tradition is still meaningless to me.”

Y/n giggles, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. “So you’ll go with me again next year?”

Sukuna turns his head to look at her, a flash of amusement in his eyes. She wants to go again?

“Silly girl,” he smiles, lifting her hand up to his lips, “you want to indulge in something that made you shake in terror again?”

Y/n shrugs her shoulders, blushing a bit at the feeling of his lips against her skin.

“You scare me, but I come back to you every night, don’t I?”

“Hmm…you’re very right, little lamb.”

⭐️Yuji⭐️

Another boy who’s all for it

He’s actually been to many Halloween themed parks ever since he was a kid, his grandpa usually taking him. 

“He was a sucker for a good scare!” He’d tell you, an enthusiastic smile on his face. 

Sobbing and crying. 

So ofc, you’re putting on your bravest face the whole time in order not to ruin his night. 

“Babe! Babe! Look, there’s a house for stranger things! And the Exorcist, annnnd Chucky! We have to go to the Chucky one, please baby?!”

Y/n, looking around with a subtle sweat building at her hairline, sends him the best smile she can. “Y-yeah! Let’s go, Yuj…”

Yuji takes his girlfriend’s hand, dragging her along like a kid in a candy store. He points out each detail of the park, screaming and cackling every time an actor jumps out to scare both of them. 

Y/n on the other hand…is a mess on the inside. She uses every ounce of her being to put on a smile, and force out those breathy-fake laughs she hates doing so much. 

But it’s all worth it each time she sees Yuji’s perfect smile, or hears his infectious laugh. 

Yuji drags you to the Chucky attraction first, a giddy pep to his step. 

You’re trying not to shake too much as screaming and music boom from inside the house, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s hand tightly. 

But of course, your sweet, sweet baby Yuji only takes this as your equal excitement, dragging you faster towards the house. 

The walls are painted bright shades of yellow, red, blue, and decorated with various pictures of the doll the house is based on, music and childish laughter flowing through the speakers hidden throughout. 

“Woah! Look at how elaborate this place is!” Yuji couldn’t be more excited, looking around with his big, curious, brown eyes, and a smile. 

But y/n, she can only focus on the anxiety creeping up her spine as they walk through the maze-like halls, a constant feeling of fear nagging at her. She tries to shove it down, but each and every time the red-headed demonic doll pops out of the walls or paintings, she can’t help but scream like a little girl. 

Yuji doesn’t really notice, too busy screaming and laughing himself; only, he’s thrilled to have the constant rush of fear flowing through him. 

Y/n, standing next to him and squeezing his hand, is starting to chip away at her pride and confidence. 

It isn’t until the stranger things haunted house that Yuji realizes something is wrong with the way you’re acting. 

Throughout the first half of the tour, you seem fine, gazing at the LED lights and elaborate set pieces that are so similar to the show

But when the first loud bang, and cloud of thick fog, rolls in, he can practically feel you shaking next to him. 

“Baby…are you okay?”

Y/n looks up, Yuji’s face illuminated by the red LED lights surrounding them. “Yeah, what are you talking about, Yuji?” She smiles back at him, swinging their arms together in between them as they walk. 

Yuji decides not to push her any further, instead continuing down the twisting halls of the haunted house. 

But when they both turn a corner, and a large demogorgon rips through a slimy, grotesque ‘portal’ in the wall, y/n looses all confidence, her terrified state finally coming to fruition. 

This time, Yuji isn’t laughing at the high-tech animatronic jump scares. It takes one glance over at his pretty girlfriend’s face twisted in a genuinely horrified scream for him to pick her up bridal style, and run towards the exit. 

It takes at least five minutes of you reassuring him your fine before he puts you back down lmao

He’s so worried, pressing his fingers to your pulse every few minutes to check if your heart is slowing down. 

He genuinely feels so so bad for not noticing your fear sooner, feeling like the worst boyfriend ever. 

But you assure him it was you who didn’t want to show your fear, putting on a face for him. 

“But…why didn’t you just tell me, y/n? We could’ve left way earlier!”

Y/n looks down at the wooden picnic table they snagged, picking at the decrepit wood. “I know…but you were so excited, and I didn’t want to be a big baby about it.”

Yuji’s heart breaks, and he leans over to wrap his arms around you tightly. “Baby, please, you could never be a big baby about anything,” he says into her hair, “if you’re scared of something, hell, I’m terrified of it. We never have to come back again.”

Y/n pulls away, looking into his eyes. “No, no, Yuji, we can’t! You love this place, we can—“

“No,” yuji pouts dramatically, now acting as if he was the one who was scared out of his mind a minute ago, “I’m scared. I wanna leave.”

“Yuj—“

“Please?”

Yuji looks at y/n with those damn puppy eyes, and she can’t help but laugh. “You’re a dork, you know that?”

Yuji just smiles. “For you, and only you, my looooveeee,” he says, dragging out his words for emphasis. 

As they both walk back to the parking lot, looking for Yuji’s car, y/n looks back at the amusement park in the distance. 

“You sure it’s okay we leave, Yuji? I know you and your grandpa came here every year…”

Yuji stops, his pink hair blowing in the night wind as he looks down at his perfect girlfriend. He smiles, and ruffles the top of her hair. 

“Yeah, well my grandpa would much rather me spend my time with the love of my life than at a stupid theme park that’ll come back next year,” he says wholeheartedly. “He would have loved you more than a stupid tradition.”

🫐Megumi🫐

Okay, be warned, if you take this man to any kind of theme park, he’s GOING to be that nonchalant-doesn’t gaf kinda guy

So when you decide to take him to Halloween Horror Nights, you’re expecting the same kind of behavior from him. 

BUT NO!

This man is on guard from the moment you both get through the gates

He was complaining about how expensive the tickets were, before he stopped and looked around, eyes wide and completely silent. 

“Megs? Are you okay?”

Megumi is too concerned with the man in an elaborate zombie costume a few feet away, his eyes slanted. Y/n recognizes the look in his eyes as the look he has when he senses cursed energy in an area they’re in. 

But when he takes her hand ever so subtly, she knows that isn’t the case. 

“Are you…scared, honey?” She asks in a hushed tone, holding back a laugh. 

Megumi’s azure eyes dart down to hers, his lips forming a thin line. “Y/n…” he says in a warning tone. 

“What?” She exclaims. “I’m a little nervous too, don’t worry baby—“

“I’m not scared.”

That man does not want to admit he’s scared JSHEBSIWVVW

But by the time it gets darker, and you both start walking around more parts of the park, stakes start rising. 

Actors in makeup and costumes jump out and chase you both, eliciting screams and laughs from you, but DEATH STARES from your poor boyfriend🥲

“Megumi! Stop looking at them like that when they scare us!” 

Megumi looks at y/n, an annoyed huff escaping his lips. He opens his mouth to say something, but a man in clown makeup and a colorful-bloody costume slides past them, honking a loud horn in both of their faces. 

Y/n jumps, squeezing Megumi’s hand, while he practically yanks��her into his arms, almost resembling a cat when it’s fur puffs up in fear.

“Megs—“

“Let’s go to the ice cream stand.”

He’ll say he wants to get a food item from every food stand you both pass, but in reality he just knows the actors can’t get too close to them there HAHAHAH.

He’ll end up spending all of his money (that Gojo gave him for his ‘little date’) on drinks and food for you both. 

You’re not complaining, thinking it’s cute that your strong-brave-sorcerer boyfriend is scared of humans in costumes. 

That is until he’s down to only a few bucks, and you both know you can’t avoid the park anymore. 

“Megumi, do you want to go back home? We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” y/n whispers in her boyfriend’s ear, pulling him into a secluded alley. 

He looks down at her, bringing a soft hand up to her cheek. “Baby, I don’t want to ruin your fun,” he says, genuine guilt in his tone. But she can also sense the anxiety and fear in his touch.

Y/n smiles, putting her hand on the back of his caressing her cheek. “Honey, my night won’t be ruined as long as you’re here with me,” she whispers. “It’s no fun when one of us is having a good time and the other is scared.”

For the first time that night, Megumi smiles, leaning down to kiss y/n’s forehead gratefully. 

“Okay, baby…let’s go home and watch that one movie you wanted to—what was it called?”

Y/n’s eyes light up, an enthusiastic sparkle in them.

“Terrifier!”

Megumi’s faces falls a bit, but being scared by a movie on the couch with his girlfriend is way better than being jumpscared by strangers in costumes.

“Yes, that one.”

Special thanks to @gamer-kat for the amazing request!! Hope you enjoyed ml🩷

[greg-montgomery]

Hi my love 🥹

Could I ask for a little domestic blurb with Aaron and "I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want." ? 🥹🥹

hi my angel 🥺🥺🥺🫶🏻

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Nothing made Aaron happier than getting to be at home before the evening.

It gave him the chance to read a bedtime story to his son until he fell asleep and then to simply stare at you as you got ready for bed. The creams, the serums, the lotions you used…they fascinated him.

They were also little reminders that he was home and that he was safe; their scent always comforting and familiar.

“You’re struggling there,” he joked, as he watched you trying - and failing - to braid your hair.

“My arms are tired and I’m not even halfway there,” you complained.

Aaron chuckled at your cute whiny voice. “I can do it for you. If you want.”

“You know how to braid hair?”

“Mhm…”

“You’re full of surprises,” you said, and got up moving closer to him.

He made his way to the edge of your shared bed and spread his legs so you could sit between them. You gladly took a seat at the offered spot and closed your eyes ready to feel his fingers in your hair.

Your husband’s hands were large and rough looking but he always touched you as gently as humanly possible. He made sure not to tug any hair and hurt you, gracefully placing a few pieces of your hair on top of another.

It didn’t take you long before you started yawning at his gentle touch and the sound of his peaceful breathing at the back of your neck.

He seemed to be very focused at the task in hand, but he couldn’t resist leaving a couple of soft kisses behind your ears and at your temples.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” you whispered back, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm as a thank you for his beautiful work.

[palerick]

Can u draw Unity? :]

of course hun! Here's our favorite hive mind ♡

[viequalsviolence]

Vi….?

cait!! cait, fuck, what the fuck happened? viktor told me that your.. your thing or whatever went offline and— are you okay?