#strangers from hell headcanons

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve Harrington, age 7, being forced to join Boy Scouts because his father wanted him to learn how to “be a man” but didn’t wanna be the one to put in the work

Eddie Munson, age 8 and three quarters, forced to join Boy Scouts because the CPS worker who placed him with Wayne said it always looked good when the kids were involved in extracurriculars

Steve and Eddie becoming best friends because they both hated the uniform, and the activities, and having to please a bunch of men who had nothing better to do than hang out with kids three nights a week (and one Saturday a month)

Steve and Eddie earning every badge out of spite for their situations, not because they actually cared about tying knots or starting fires (okay, actually, that one was kind of cool)

Steve’s dad actually coming to a badge ceremony and seeing the way he hugged Eddie, known trailer trash, and immediately deciding that Steve no longer needed to be in Boy Scouts

Steve being sent to sleep away camp that summer so there was no risk of him being around Hawkins kids, only to come back with weekly swim lessons and a commitment to the local Little League team that “could really use your arm, son”

Wayne being granted full legal custody of Eddie so he didn’t have to work so hard to impress CPS anymore, letting him stop Boy Scouts as long as he found a hobby, pleased when it was guitar

Steve and Eddie finding their way out of the Upside Down together because of what they learned in Boy Scouts, laughing about how only two good things came out of that whole time: tying knots and becoming friends

[r0b1ns]

STRANGERS FROM HELL - LOVE LANGUAGE

X GN READER

Characters: moon-jo, jong-woo, gi-hyeok, jung-hwa, seok-yoon, deuk-jong (platonic)

CW: strangers from hell

WORD COUNT: 300+

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SEO MOON-JO

Gift giving & quality time

You have a special box with oll the teeth jewelry he gives you

He's also very possessive so he really likes being with you

It's like showing he cares

The only time you're separated is when he's working (both jobs yk)

If you like his 'hobby' too you like observing with the others which makes him happy

"moon jo are you stalking me"

"...no..."

YOON JONG-WOO

Words of affirmation

It's kinda hard for him to express emotions

So when he tells you he loves you you know he means it

Doesn't say 'i love you' a lot but you know he does

Instead he asks how your day was or that he misses you

He also just talks to you about everything, which means he trusts you

YOO GI-HYEOK

Words of affirmation & quality time

Unlike jong woo, he's good with words

He can easily express his feelings

In the begging of your relationship he never told you he loves you

It kinda scared him

But when you said it first, it felt so good

Since than he says it almost every day

He also likes hanging out with you

Going on walks or just talking/working in his room

He's not as possessive as moon jo but he likes spending time with you more than anything

SO JUNG-HWA

Physical touch

She really likes holding your hand and laying down with you on the sofa while watching something

You don't see each other a lot, she's a busy woman

So when you do she's all over you

She does it unintentionally, not noticing when she grabs your hand or shoulder

It's like a habit

KANG SEOK-YOON

Words of affirmation & acts of service

He writes songs about you all the time

Not even finishing them, just writing short paragraphs about you and his love for you

He also has countless nicknames for you that he uses often

He likes doing things for you

If he's near a store, he'll call you and ask if you need anything

If you say you're hungry he'll Immediately ask what you want and order/cook it for you

BYUN DEUK-JONG (PLATONIC)

Quality time

He loves spending time with you

He's not very good with words, and doesn't necessarily likes being touched

So he expresses his admiration for you through time spent together

Mostly playing games

If it doesn't bother you, you can join the "games" he likes more

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!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

[teafaellana]

Hot take but I see so many people saying that Agatha said “ex … best friend” but what she really said was “ … EX best friend” which is subtle I guess but is also technically different.

And listen, I am queer and I know for sure that Agatha is also queer, and I even did my fair bit of shipping her with Wanda and I even acknowledge that in the end of WandaVision she totally calls her hot stuff and that is some funny gay shit.

But I have a particular bone to pick with this because the way Kathryn Hahn delivers this line and where she places emphasis seem (to me) seem to indicate that she was going to say best friend and thought to add “ex” before it to acknowledge that they aren’t friends anymore since she , you know, TRIED TO KILL HER. Agatha and Wanda didn’t date and this line doesn’t indicate it in any way.

Again, I’ve enjoyed the little haha heehee of considering Agatha and Wanda as a pairing and also love Agatha and Rio and that they are canon exes, and I love Agatha as a queer character even if she is single (and even if she is a ghost!!!).

I’ve also seen a lot of people saying she is a lesbian which is like, fine. Lesbians get a lot of hate and I understand wanting to claim a character that is a woman and has canon love for and/or attraction to a woman. But the reality is that her queer identity is never labeled in the show, and while it is CLEAR that she is into the ladies and that she isn’t straight she really also might be bisexual and frankly she may not be bisexual but Kathryn said “she loves everyone” and “she’s attracted to who she’s attracted to.”

[artiststarme]

Steve had a tendency to self-isolate when he was upset or overwhelmed. He would retreat into himself and pull away from those close to him. He needed time away from everything so he could think and relax. Robin would reach out, Eddie would be there to ground him, and the kids would be there to try and pull him back. And eventually it would work. He’d go back to being regular ole’ Steve like nothing had ever been wrong.

Eddie was much the same. He tended to self-catastrophize and run away when things became too much. He’d seen a lot in his life and if he’d learned anything, it was that you got the hell out of dodge when things went sideways. When things became too overwhelming, he had Wayne to talk him down usually. He had Steve to find him and smother him with reassuring touches. Robin was there to drag him back to Steve’s house for movies or beers and Nancy was there as the looming presence that threatened to hunt him down if he disappeared again.

They each had each other and their family to fall back on. And whenever things started getting bad for either of them, Eddie would lie on top of Steve to offer pressure therapy alongside a litany of smooches and conversation. Steve would spoon Eddie and braid his long hair so it wasn’t in his face and he had one less thing to be concerned about. Most of all though, they loved each other and that was the most important part of all.

[pinchofhoney]

hii!!! can i reqyest smth for your letter event?? they can just be some short drabbles and whatnots

O & P for LDW Moon Jo (if it's okay for you), and;

L for LDW Su Yeol ^^

thank youuu

omg, hii!!<33 you're my first lee dong wook request so i'm actually pretty excited!! thank you so much for taking part in my event~~in this post you will find only our charming dentist, and in the next one (i'll tag you there!) will be soo yeol! i hope it's fine with you<3

i know it was suppoused to be a fluff alphabet, but i'm not able to make this character fluffy, i'm so sorry if you're disappointed. i will do better with ryu soo yeol!!

» fluff alphabet event

» special events masterlist

o: open when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

When would they start revealing things about themselves? Well, with Seo Moon Jo, it's all a meticulously crafted game. You would think that he's like an open book from which you can read everything, but the truth is that you would only know what Moon Jo would want you to know.

At first, he might share a few innocent anecdotes or trivial details about his life. He'll casually mention his favorite hobbies, work, childhood memories, and even stories from his past relationships. But these initial disclosures are carefully chosen only to make you feel like you're building a genuine connection with him and you wouldn't even know what's the truth and what's a blatant lie.

Moon Jo understands that revealing too much too soon can be overwhelming and might raise suspicions. He definitely prefers to let information trickle out over time, like a strategically leaking faucet. He'll drop hints during conversations, gradually introducing you to his circle of friends, allowing you to feel like you're getting closer to his inner circle and that they're absolutely normal as he is.

As time goes on, he'll begin to share deeper insights, but always with a calculated purpose. He might reveal vulnerable moments from his past, making you sympathize with him and believe that he's opening up. Yet, these confessions are well-orchestrated emotional manipulations that draw you further into his web.

Moon Jo will expertly calculate your reactions, paying close attention to what resonates with you. He'll tailor his disclosures to align with your values and interests, fostering a sense of intimacy and mutual understanding. This slow unveiling of information creates a sense of reciprocity – you might feel compelled to reciprocate by sharing your secrets, unknowingly feeding his thirst for control.

In this intricate dance of revealing and concealing, Moon Jo maintains an upper hand, keeping you invested and engaged while he carefully manages the narrative. He's a master of illusion, knowing that by the time you realize the extent of his manipulation, you're already entangled too deeply to easily escape.

p: patience how easily angered are they?

Oh, Moon Jo is the most patient person you've ever known. At least, that's what he wants you to believe. His outward demeanor is a carefully crafted facade of calm and collected composure. He presents himself as someone who is in complete control of his emotions, rarely showing any signs of irritation or anger.

But beneath this veneer of patience lies calculated manipulation. Moon Jo has mastered the art of concealing his true feelings, especially when he's angry. He understands that openly displaying his anger could disrupt his plans, so he keeps it tightly in check.

When something does manage to trigger his anger, he's unlikely to immediately lash out. Instead, he internalizes it, allowing it to fuel his true intentions. He's skilled at waiting for the opportune moment to use his anger as a tool. He might employ sneaky tactics, engage in passive-aggressive behavior, or withdraw emotionally to steer situations in his desired direction.

Moon Jo's anger is akin to a hidden weapon, carefully kept out of sight until he decides to unleash it for maximum impact. So, while he might appear incredibly patient on the surface, remember that beneath that facade lies a strategic mind that uses his controlled anger as a means to kill.

[akirayuri]

Alright, this is a silly AU that came to my mind but what if Seokyoon somehow managed to survive Moonjo and got the fuck Outta there.

Like, him staying low for as long as he knows Moonjo is still out there ( cause, well. It's Moonjo. And he's scary ) and then when he hears about what happened in Eden by the end of canon becomes relieved that he can finally rap in peace.

Not knowing Moonjo had planted something sinister in Jongwoo's head while he was gone.

Now a post-canon Jongwoo ( who's now as good as Moonjo ) finds out that Seokyoon actually lived.

Cue, staring Seokyoon's corruption arc via stalking and Obsessive behaviour ( cause he actually meant something to Jongwoo. And while sort lived, he was the light in his life. ) And Jongwoo's descends into madness ( just like, Moonjo wanted ) cause he doesn't want to lose Seokyoon again.

Hit me up if you have any thoughts

This one is old but-- 💀@hannigramislife

[catharusustulatus]

Steve and Robin go to Vegas for Steve’s 25th birthday. They say fuck it, let’s get married for fun and so they do, with an Elvis impersonator as their officiant. After beautiful vows that make even Elvis cry, Steve shocks everyone by turning to kiss not his “bride” but his “best man,” who has been Eddie tagging along on the trip the whole time. After Elvis kicks them out, they eat pancakes as newlyweds.

[braceletofteeth]

Have you seen unlocked yet? It's perfect for a sfh headcanon!!!

YEAH!! And I see you saw that possibility too (how could we possibly not, right?)

For starters, I thought it very interesting (and useful) that Siwan's character in the movie didn't have a past. He came from apparently nowhere, and just assumed the identity of his first victim. It's like he had no life before that. The police couldn't identify him. And—just like Moonjo!—he also claims there is no reason for doing what he does.

(Well, this last part is, of course, bullshit, from both of them. There is a reason for everything. Even when your reason is "I wanted to see what would happen"/"I felt like doing it", that's still a reason, and it reveals a lot about your character).

I spent a good length of the movie trying to work out a SFH post-canon idea; some way to connect point A (the ending of SFH) to point B (the plot of Unlocked). At first, it didn't make sense, because our Jongwoo doesn't have any inclination to technology, and (even though he can be excessively judgemental and unexpectedly cruel) he is not a sadist. So I almost scratched the whole thing out.

But hey, HEY NOW, what if this is the wrong angle? Jongwoo and the hacker killer don't seem to have much in common, but you know who does? Jongwoo and the hacker's victims. In the way they were isolated, had their secrets found out by someone who wasn't kind about it, were stripped out of options, and went in the direction the person controlling their lives wanted them to go.

If post-canon Jongwoo lost his sense of self and incorporated Moonjo's persona, a killer like the one from Unlocked is a version of what he could had become. He'd be reproducing what he knows. That would be him making other people go through some of what he did.

I also remember that, in the movie, the killer gave the protagonist a chance to fight and possibly stab him to death (she didn't take it, but that's not the point), like Moonjo gave to Jongwoo. However, moments before she used a gun to shoot and actually kill him, later, he looked afraid, which was nothing like Moonjo. He didn't have the same fascination for her that Moonjo had for Jongwoo, his death was not by design, and he definitely would take no satisfaction in dying by her hands. Those people he killed, her included, were like tasks to him (albeit he did have fun with it, lying to and fooling them to his heart's content). That woman was just one more, in a line of many victims. It was all very... impersonal. Just jumping from one to the next, doing the exact same thing to all of them, again and again.

This kind of impersonal, detached method, has nothing to do with SFH-Jongwoo. It does sound a lot like Moonjo (pre-Jongwoo), though. The Moonjo from the papers and official records; the Moonjo from Jongwoo's novel. The Manipulator. The Liar. The one any sane person would say didn't really care about Jongwoo, that was only playing with him, like he did with the others who came before him.

If the character from Unlocked was Jongwoo, maybe the reason why he was doing all that was because he was angry. Not at society, not at how easily we put ourselves in a vulnerable position without even realizing, not even with his own victims, but with someone else, who he could not direct his anger at, because was not there anymore.

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

Random fhau lore of the night that I forgot to mention in the prologue:

Mr Clarke is like one of the leading brains of the resistance

He's been working with the kids (before they left I mean) to get a better understanding of the Upside Down and how it works so that Hawkins is more prepared to face it

And he, along with a team of gov scientists, military strategists, and other members of the resistance, is trying to figure out a way to stop it from taking over the town

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

I will forever be mad about Matt and Mello dying.

Also just imagine how awesome it would have been if, when Light opens the door of the warehouse and wants to escape from the warehouse, Mello and Matt are standing there, outside of the warehouse and get shown/revealed the moment Light opens the door, aiming their guns at him, Mello wearing his leather coat with feathers as well as his sunglasses and taking a bite of his chocolate bar while Matt is calmly smoking a cigarette while also aiming at Light with his gun and then you hear Near in the background telling Light that it's over.

[provenaence]

tag drop part one .

[r0b1ns]

Adding STRANGERS FROM HELL/HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE to the list cause I just finished it for the second time and I'm obsessed

[evieelyzabethh]

"taste"

☆"you're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin', my body's where they're at"☆ Wearing Arcane characters clothes {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw☞ slightly pervy jayce, a bit of fluff, Viktor calls reader a whore, a bit suggestive for all of them

an: this is the case for all my titles, but I feel I should clarify; the songs are not meant to accompany the headcanons, I just get lazy when naming things so I cherry pick song lyrics then use the title lol.

♞Vi♞

♞Vi never thought she would have to worry about her clothes going missing. They're all tattered and torn, holey from all the times she's been cut or stabbed, blood stained from all her injuries throughout the years, and absolutely falling apart at the seams. Hell, her own shirts are so ruined she usually just walks around in chest binding bandages. Granted, stealing Vi's clothes started from an accident of convenience.

You didn't think anything of it as you slipped on the old thing, the writing so faded you could no longer make out the outlines of the letters and the color so sun-bleached it just looked a dull beige. There were holes along the shoulder blade, rib cage, and chest, the hems had long since unraveled, and the neckline had been cut. It Vi wasn't so averse to throwing things out, it's home would've been the garbage can ages ago. But still, it was comfy and clean and something of hers, so you pulled it over your head and carried on into the laundry room where you sat on top of your washing unit, vibrating along with the clunky machine beneath you. You decided to read as you wait, eventually become so engrossed with your book, you miss the sounds of Vi trudging her heavy feet across the floor as she returns from her most recent bout of getting her ass kicked. She hums her way around the space, painfully shrugging her jacket over her aching shoulders, enroute to the laundry room where she finds you, ankles crossed with some old mystery book in your hands. She gawks at you for a moment, not quite knowing what to say at the sight of you in her clothing. It looked good on you. Well, everything looked good on you, but this looked right. "Did you get all dressed up for me, pretty? You jump a bit at the sudden intrusion of her slightly gravelly voice, but eventually relax into her warm, musky presence. She knows how you feel about her smearing her bloody lips across your freshly showered skin, so she bites her lip to swallow her urges. "Depends, did you get yourself all battered just so I could patch you up?" She snickers, wiping the remnants of dried blood from her top lip. "Will my honest earn me a pre-shower kiss?" Of course, you nod your head. You have a very hard time denying her, not even bothered by the feeling of her gauze bound hands grip on your thighs and your skin beneath her shirt. She whimpers, leaning heavily onto the washer, her fingers likely leaving marks from how desperately she grabs at you for stability and her own sanity. She doesn't realize until the adrenaline wears off how much tonight did a toll on her, pulling away from the kiss to rest her head on your shoulder. "You need help to the shower?" "Yeah", she murmurs, hardly louder than a whisper, holding onto your waist as you hop down and sling your arm over her shoulder. "No more pit fighting for a while?", you question lightly, to which she responds by pulling a hefty bag of coins from her pants pocket. "Not for a few months."

★Ekko★

★Ekko has a commune, he is absolutely no stranger to sharing, especially when it comes to clothes. As many times as you have snuck a few of his jackets over the years, he has taken his fair share of your tops, liking the way they constrict and show the definition of his biceps and show off his sculpted lower abdomen. You swap rings, hair ties, and all sorts of accessories, it's another way that you two are visually all over each other. I also wouldn't be surprised if he was the type to buy things knowing they would eventually end up in your closet.

★This being said, you would have better luck getting a reaction out of him showing up wearing nothing rather than in his clothes, at least clothes that aren't important to him. He's so desensitized to the idea of sharing; a regular hoodie wouldn't get him going. Wearing something of his though, his jacket, his mask, replicating how he does his face paint, that would certainly get him. It's the explicit connection to him that gets him, it's you proudly wearing an echo of Ekko.

It was cold and wet and dreary. The sky was grey, and murky puddles formed in the innumerable cracks and crevasses in the dirty floor of the Undercity that the ground began to look like a muddy sea of water. It was the perfect day to be inside, maybe make some warm soup, put on a vinyl and pretend the crackley sound bites are early lightning bolts, and bundle up beside Ekko and call it a day before the sun went down. This was not the case as Ekko was out covering the gardens so they wouldn't be flooded by impure water and preparing for any potential storm surge, leaving you home alone, wrapped in his favorite jacket. You doubted it would be a big deal, it's not like he's ever been upset about borrowing his clothes without asking before, but his reaction when he returns home scares you for a moment. His eyes are closed as he walks through the door, carelessly toeing off his shoes, lifting up his already soaked shirt to wipe the running face paint before it gets into his eyes. From your place on the couch, you look out the window for the first time in hours to see it pouring down, the droplets pelting on your windows and the wind sending the occasional pebble flying at the glass. "I'm telling Scar to do this shit next time, it's too damn w- oh." He freezes, midway through yanking off his raincoat, eye's slightly irritated as they stare at you. oh? "Is that my jacket?" You falter a bit. "Yeah...is that ok?" You had no plans of going out in it, wearing only some old cotton shorts whose elastic waistband snapped years ago and a thin tank top. You didn't even have a bra on. He collects himself though, smirking as he looks you up and down, how good the color compliments your complexion, drinking in the slivers of skin, the sight of your nipples through your top. Of course it's ok, in what fucking world would it not be? "Yea, baby, it's fine." His mumbles, his voice lower and his eyes a bit wide. "You look good in it, too. C'mere, do a spin for me."

❂Jayce❂

❂This man is 6'7 and built like a brick shithouse, his clothes absolutely swallow you and he thinks it's adorable. He gets a fit of cuteness aggression, he just wants to squeeze and hug and kiss you until you pop. It speaks to that part of him that is quite aware of his sheer size, his biceps are the size of your head, you have to look up just to make eye contact with him, his clothes practically fall right off you. He's just so...big.

He awakes slightly startled and feeling empty, immediately feeling your lack of warmth in his arms and slightly panicking. It's too early in the morning to be rational and his frequent nightmares are doing him no favors. He hates waking up alone and cold, he feels like he's waking up in that cave again. His senses calm his rapidly beating heart, the comforting smell of coffee and something syrupy sweet, the sound of something sizzling on the stove. He throws the comforter off him, cringing at the feel of the cold floor on his feet before he throws on some socks and sweatpants to wander around half-asleep in. His brain short circuits when he sees you, his large shirt practically hanging off your shoulders, flowing around your bruised and kiss-bitten thighs. You moved lithely around the kitchen, going back from chopping strawberries for the waffles, stirring the eggs, flipping the bacon, and he's man enough to admit he's blushing a bit. You made breakfast for him! That's so cute. He slides behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, bending down to plant kisses on your neck. "My shirt looks really good on you, gorgeous." You giggle, turning around to face the big man behind you who picks you up by your hips to set you on the countertop, settling in between your thighs. "You think?" He hums. "Maybe a few sizes too big, but it's endearing. You look like a little fairy, like I could carry you around in my pocket all day." And his eyes are big and out of focus, that charming gap-toothed smile on display as his hands rub over your smooth skin, pushing his shirt higher and higher. Too big is certainly a familiar sentiment, how desperately you were crying that out just last night is still looping in his brain as he says it. "Maybe I'm normal sized, and you're just a giant. Have you ever thought of it that way?" He chuckles. More times than you can imagine.

☽Viktor☾

☽Hard immediately, next question. His work outfits look completely normal on him, but the buttons pop at your chest and the vests accentuate them in a way that's pornographic. Even his ties only serve to enhance the fantasy, even though they are the exact garments he wears to his lab every day. There is nothing innately sexual about it at all, but that's the fun of it. The fact thar you chose to wear that black lacy bra that you knew would show through the top, the way you wear his reading glasses low on your nose, the red bottom heels that you wear, which in any other context could be seen as perfectly appropriate work attire. It's the performance of it that he appreciates.

He knows exactly what game you are trying to play with him, no matter how hard you try and play coy. There is no way that you accidently shrunk your blouse in the wash, hell, he knows that's not your blouse because the buttons are on the wrong side for it to be female attire. He knows that's his tie, he is one thousand percent sure that if he was to yank you by it and check the underside, he would see his initials embroidered. He knows you left it loose on purpose, you have requested for the entire relationship to pick out and tie his ties for him, he knows you can make it tighter. Everything is utterly loose, for lack of a better word. The top button is undone, the tie isn't completely tucked under the collar, the slit of your skirt is not where it should be. It's a play at looking professional that you and him both know is just a test to see how long it takes for him to crack and rush you both home. At first, he's willing to play ball because you always crack first, but today, however, you decided to be serious about your productivity. He tries to focus, he really does, but after a while the clicking of your heels becomes too hypnotic, the fake attempts at adjusting your tie begin to pile onto the sexual frustration, and you lean over one too many times, giving him a good whiff of your perfume and oh you went with a red bra to match his red tie. He waits for Jayce to leave the room, slamming the book he was 'reading' shut as he lets out a very aggravated breath. "I want my shirt back." Cut and dry, his hand flipping the tie you're wearing to confirm that is indeed his. You smirk, and he would feel the need to wipe it off your face had it not been for the fact that he swallowed his pride hours ago after his hard on became too much to ignore. "You want it back now? Right here." And you're already slipping off the other buttons and he contemplates whether it's worth it to barricade the door with the table to buy you more time or be rational and tell you to stop. "Had I known you planned on being a whore today, I wouldn't have invited you over." You pout as he pulls the knot of his tie, grabbing your hands to bind your hands. "But don't I look pretty, Vik?" He rolls his eyes. "You look magnificent, love."

☼Mel☼

☼Like Ekko, she isn't a stranger to sharing clothes with you. Even if it's not hers, she has an exact replica tailored just for you. This being said, she loves playing dress up with you with her clothes. Anytime she needs to clear out her closet or has an article of clothing she doesn't know how to feel about or just gets bored, she'll call you to wherever she is and request you be her doll for a little bit.

Though you had been in Mel's closet for what had to have been hours at this point, you couldn't really complain. Never had you felt more pampered in your life, tens of gowns, trousers, and blouses gracing your skin as you twirled on the platform in Mel's closet as she analyzed the garment from every angle. Now you stood in something white and flowy, the sleeves long, the bodice double lined for winter weather, the hemline off the shoulders and trimmed with fur, the bottom thick and heavy. "What do you think lovey? Do you think it's too on the nose, you know I've never been the biggest fan of fur." Her hand feels across your chest, dusting off where some of the fluff had fallen and rubbing the soft material in her hands. "I don't see you in fur, it's too much of your mother's thing, but I do think it's nice. The lining is really nice on the skin, sorta has a fleece feel to it." She nods, moving her hands along your waist to connect with the silver zipper. She clucks her tongue. "Would I be silly to not wear it because the zipper isn't gold. I know it's a miniscule detail, but I really don't do silver." You chuckle as you look around her closet, a room larger than the bedroom you grew up in filled with racks of clothes that had some sort of golden sheen, be it from the color of the fabric, some sort of metallic accent, or a reflection from the general vibe of the room. "My love, you have so many clothes in here I doubt you would wear it regardless." She smiles. "Are you getting tired of this." You hesitate, which is plenty answer enough for her. You had been standing for hours at this point, and your back was starting to ache from how straight your back had been. "Do you have it in you for just one more. I promise, it'll be quick." She already has it out of the box, a very small party dress that you had never seen her wear before. "I bought it months ago but have been going back and forth between whether or not it would look better on me or you." Of course, you oblige, and she giggles as she zips you out of the dress, carefully sliding it off until the fabric pools around your nearly naked body. Her tunnel vision is briefly abandoned as her movements slow, lingering over the curves of her body, her fingernail tracing tiny hearts on the skin of your chest. "I know I say this every time, but you truly do look beautiful out of everything. Undressing you may be my favorite part of this." You playfully roll your eyes. "Stop being a flirt and just zip me into the dress, I want lunch."

[callmecoke]

sugar baby headcanons!

CW: Mention of sex work, This is sfw generally but still deals with adult topics so proceed with caution.

Tf141 x reader

What you’ve realised about your favourite mystery account is that A) it's run by multiple people, and B) At least one of them is called Price.

You can’t exactly pinpoint who the rest are or how many, but you’ve managed to identify a few common themes when interacting with the account.

First, you know who Price is, and you can almost always tell it's him when he’s interacting with you. He’s the one you go to first regarding bills and fees you physically can’t pay. Within seconds, he transfers you the money and never lets you thank him for any of it. He also does his weekly check-ins to make sure everything is good. “Have you eaten?” “How’d you sleep?” “Did you take your meds last night?” That kind of thing. He’s also the one who calls you ‘Dolly’, a nickname he reserved for you. 

But you're also pretty sure this other guy (Simon) lurks in the chat when you’re streaming. He won’t ask questions; he just sends you random tips throughout the stream while he watches silently. He’s not as talkative as Price or the others, and that’s kind of how you know it's him. But you’ve realised that just because he’s quiet doesn't mean he doesn't want to talk. It’s quite the opposite. He enjoys hearing you talk about your life and day and silently rewards you. When you DM him, you even get a little conversation. Nothing more than money and a “Nice”, but still conversation nonetheless.

You know one other fellow spends most of his time in the livestreams and not in your DMs (Gaz). He’s the one who engages with you in conversation the most, asking endless questions about your life. And he always comes back on the next live stream, remembering everything you said in the last. He’ll want the update on that project you were working on for school or if that job interview went as well as you both had hoped. If you weren’t Live to complete strangers, you’d probably open up to him about stuff you’ve never told anyone.

Now…One more person shows up now and again, mainly in your DMs. Part of the service for the website is that people can pay you to take a selfie and give it to them. They can be dirty or completely innocent; it all depends on what you’re advertising. There’s this one person who rather frequently asks for pictures of you, especially those with you smiling. You know it’s a different guy from the others you’ve spotted because he’s the only one who's outright flirtatious with you. Initially, you were wary. A man spending a lot of money on pictures of your face and upper body just screams trouble. But you grew to trust the account, so when you sent them the image, you were surprised by how quickly he showered you with praise.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’ll give a strong man a heart attack walking around that gorgous.”

“Makes me wonder how cute you look in person.” “I’m surprised no ones come along and snatched you up all ready. Can’t complain though. Means I get more of you to myself.”

You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a slight blush on your cheeks after reading his responses.

[megalomaniacz]

toxic caitlyn headcanons?💭

TOXIC CAITLYN HEADCANONS!

these were fun i love dom femmes

sugarrrrrr mommyyyyyy

doesn’t like when you don’t do something the way she says to do it. like, if she bought you an outfit and you didn’t put it together the way she layed it out she’d give you the silent treatment until you fixed it.

has a bullet with your named carved in it just in case you get…flighty 😊

sometimes talks down to you or talks to you like you’re stupid?? and you’re like wtf but there’s something scary about her that keeps you from saying anything

loves to use a mixture of praise and degradation to make you weak for her

“you’re so fucking stupid right now i bet you can’t even remember your own name? what’s your name? ah don’t work yourself to hard angel. good girl.”

calls you randomly throughout the day just to ask you what you’re up to, and you better have a good fucking answer.

LETHALLLL deadly strap. man they can hear that shit on MARSSS. fucks you so good that you swear you brain is bobbling around in your skull like you’re a bobble head.

always holding your hand in public. refuses to let you go and if you slip out of her grasp she’ll pull out her little friend and clear the fucking area.

protective as all hell, especially when you’re out dancing up against her and some stranger has the audacity to fucking stare at you…

the type to be like “excuse me she asked for ketchup.” to the waiter. wants everything to be perfect for you and will complain if it isn’t.

surprises you with super expensive gifts all the time. loves spoiling her princess!

wants to get a portrait of you two painted together :)

[ozzgin]

Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou I’m not sure if u do character x yn x character tho

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff

Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!

Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats

Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea

[Main Story] | [General Headcanons]

Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.

"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.

"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."

"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"

The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.

"I see. That's good."

"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."

"That's good."

Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.

"You okay?"

Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.

They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.

The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldn’t care less. He’s always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.

The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.

***

You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. It’s the first time he’s come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to “interrogate” some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. He’d completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.

It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not-”

You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitou’s hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the stranger’s chest heaved in short convulsions.

“-intruding.” You mumbled, regaining your speech.

He messed up, didn’t he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He can’t blame you if you’re now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and you’ve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? “Hey, I know I threatened to chop you up and you’ve now witnessed firsthand I’m a legit murderer, but, uh…I have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?”

You’re terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. It’s not that you relished in the torment of another. It’s the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitou’s imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. You’re scared of your shamelessness. It can’t be normal. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.

“I’ll be on my way then”, the yakuza announces politely.

Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize you’ve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.

To hell with it.

“I might say something terribly inappropriate right now, but…”

“Sorry?” He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Do you have anything planned after this?” You ask quietly.

“N-no?”

“Would you mind staying over?”

“Huh? Sure…w-what for?” His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.

“You know…” Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.

He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.

“You’ll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). I’m not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.”

Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.

“What wrong idea?”

Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.

“Well, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.” He reveals with a stutter.

“Suppose I’d be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?” You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.

The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. It’s yearning. Your knees weaken.

“Don’t tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.”

You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.

“I’m dead serious.”

He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.

“Are you? There’s no going back after this. Can you handle it?” His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.

Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you don’t notice the movement back towards the seating area.

As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that you’re kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.

“G-go on, please.” You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. “I really can’t wait anymore.”

“As you wish, Miss.” He reassures you with a grin.

He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You don’t have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.

“Look at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.” He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. “Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?”

You nod erratically.

The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.

“Hey, don’t pass out now.” He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. “Not before you show me that you understand your situation. You’re mine. Is that clear?”

He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.

“Attagirl.” He concludes, satisfied.

In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes you’re no longer asleep.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“I will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise I’m fine.”

He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You can’t help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. It’s a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.

Although it’s no secret, really. It’s you.

***

“Thanks for driving me home, Kazuya.”

You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.

“Huh?” You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. “It’s still locked.”

The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasn’t even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.

Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Family’s honor, his freedom. Women aren’t exactly on that list, yet somehow, you’ve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and he’s realizing it just now. It’s becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the things…He’d give Daitou the world. But not you. He can’t. He can’t.

“Kazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.”

“Say, (Y/N) …ever fucked in a car before?”

“What?” You ask, baffled.

“Come here for a moment.” He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.

“Are you out of your mind?”

He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.

“I’m only going to ask once.”

You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.

“Someone’s in a sour mood, that’s for sure”, you complain. “It’s not even loaded.”

“Even I’m not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.” He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. “I thought it’d be more threatening that way.”

He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.

“Can you truly blame me when there’s such a pretty girl right before my eyes?” The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. “Won’t you let me prove myself?”

From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. It’s not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and you’re presently his victim.

His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.

“May I?” He glances up at you with a pleading expression. “I won’t be able to hold back afterwards.”

You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you can’t currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.

“Go ahead.” You finally confess.

He doesn’t hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.

One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.

“My, you’re already dripping. How lewd.” He whispers between breaths. “Do you want it now?”

He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.

“Well then, can’t forget our manners, can we?” He announces, visibly excited. “What should I do?”

You glare at him, feverish.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.”

Why, this…You lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.

“Oh, I’ve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).” He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. “Now say that you’re mine. Please. Please say it.”

“I’m…ah…I’m all yours, Kazuya.” You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.

“That’s my girl. Such a good girl.”

Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Can’t leave a lady all disheveled, after all.

“Won’t Daitou be upset?” You point out, somewhat anxiously.

His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.

“That’s one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another man’s name.”

“I’m just…” your words trail off.

“What? Worried? You think I can’t handle it or something?”

Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, you’re rather certain they’d end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.

“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

He sighs loudly.

“I’ll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. But…just because it’s Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.”

Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.

“Aren’t you glad I’m such a diplomat, Love?”

“More like batshit crazy, both of you.” You retort, stretching.