#these are the kinds of things i didn't wanna ask right off of the bat and i suppose I'll purrobably find out for myself whenever uu reveal

[angeltism]

EEEEEEH honestly during the time we were mutuals we interacted like a maximum of . two times. perhaps even just once. which is a bit crazy considering all of this now. i was just scared of trying to keep interacting honestly HSJAHDJSHD but if you dont feel like dating after i reveal myself that is completely absolutely alright! i would appreciate having you as a friend just as much! its whatever you prefer and whatever you feel more comfortable with :3

- 💌 anon

oooh well . still honestly I bet uur kewl <3 and yayaya !! thank uu for being understanding , I very much appreciate it . to be faaair , I do . kinda . have a soft spot for uu , y'know ? so even if it isn't immediately . . . the idea isn't something I'm opposed to ^_^

[lovelake]

Sol hastily accepts your phone call all the while his hand is two minutes away from making him see stars.

solivan brugmansia x gn!reader | MDNI, 700+ wc drabble, masturbation, fantasized oral (receiving), takes place at the end of the 1st day

note: title is from the song ‘serial killer’ by ldr <3 as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for all the support on the last fic !! alsoo i would love tkatb mutuals, so if anyone would like to be mutuals lmk 🫶

masterlist read on ao3 requests open

This was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. He should’ve let your call ring until it ended. Rationality flew out the window when it came to you, though. 

“–anyways, I don't want to like…force you to come to the party or anything. Honestly, I’m not really into it but I’d feel kinda bad not going.” 

Right. The Halloween costume party. That’s what you were talking about. 

It felt like he was being edged. He couldn’t even be quiet in public spaces, he had to punch someone earlier for hearing him in the bathroom! There was another option entirely, one easier than being quiet—just stop—but he wasn’t about to do that.

He was getting lost in the clouds of his dangerous imagination once again. You were here at his house, in his room, on his bed. You were edging him. He wasn’t touching himself, it was your hand stroking him instead. Up ‘n down, nice ‘n slow. 

“Sol?”

Fuck. 

“Sorry, yeah.” Keep your breathing under control. “It’s not my thing either, but…uh, if you’re going then I want to go too.”

A lot could happen in a couple hours on campus grounds, he wasn’t letting you out of his sight, especially not at night.

“We can sulk together, then! I think it’s free. Let me double check…yeah, it’s free for admitted students. We just need to RSVP.”

“Cool.” If he kept his replies short then maybe you wouldn’t catch the shakiness in his voice. 

“Do you have a costume?”

“No, you?” 

“Nope.” You sighed, the sound made his mind fuzzy. “And I don’t really have any cool clothes to make one. I was thinking of checking out some stores sometime this week…wanna come with?”

“Right there…”

“What?”

“I’ll be there.”

There was no way you didn't notice the sound of his bedsheets rustling. But he could hear you start rambling, so he was in the clear for now. Art class, project, tired—just a few key words and phrases he managed to pick up on.

He envisioned you perfectly, head settled right between his thighs.

Would you be sweet and kiss it all over? Start from the bottom and trail up until you finally reach the tip? Suck for a while, pull it out with a pop, rest your cheek against his inner thigh to rest, then do it again? Once he finished, would you look at him lovingly and tell him how much you like him?

Or maybe you’d be more intense with him—take him right into your mouth and leave him an immediate moaning mess. A single bat of your lashes and a second of eye contact would make him topple over. Then you’d open your mouth nice and wide to show him you took it all.

Either way, he’d pull you up and kiss you, mumbling strings of praises in between each one before pressing you into the mattress to return the gesture.

Everything felt hot. Too hot. He needed to cool off. He lifted his shirt just above his nipples. They were already hard and proudly showing off their barbell jewelry.

He was close. Please hang up, he can’t hold it in. He was pathetic when it came to self-control. But what kind of person calls someone this late at night instead of just texting, anyway? He really hadn’t expected this while going about his usual nightly routine. 

And just when he thought he was doing a good job of keeping it in, he let a loud sharp gasp escape. 

Silence. He could hear his own heartbeat. 

You’d think nothing of it.

You’d think nothing of it.

You’d think nothing of it. 

“Was that a yawn?” You apologetically asked the question under your breath, like you were speaking to yourself for a brief moment. 

Then your voice picked back up. “Sorry for calling so late, I forgot it’s almost midnight! Anyways, I’ll let you go…good night. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sol.”

“…Night…” 

You hung up. Bless your heart, you barely managed to dodge the breathless moan of your name spilling from him. 

Dopamine in the shape of small hearts flooded his brain, static flowed through his veins. All his cells have the purpose of loving you, nothing else. He wouldn't have it any other way. It’s such a shame the testament of his utmost devotion had to land on his stomach instead of inside you where it belonged.

The haziness slowly died down, he opened his eyes—immediately met with the patch of pictures of you hung on his wall. How could such a perfect person exist? Gaze trailing down towards his counter, he could see an empty container, the one he kept all those sleeping pills in. He’d have to ask Hyugo for more.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Hello! I know that your asks are closed right now, but this idea just popped into my mind and I needed to get it to you before it disappeared. Please feel free to ignore this until your asks reopen or just ignore it in general. I don't want you to feel forced to do anything, especially when I'm breaking your blog rules!

Jack Howl × Gorou M! Reader

I just noticed that you didn't have anything for Jack where he's by himself; so I wanted to give you a bit of inspiration! Have a wonderful day, Mr. Benny.

Jack Howl - With Gorou-Like Male Reader

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Originally I was going to do all of the asks from franchises that I hadn't written for before first, but then I saw this and remembered that Jack didn't have any stand-alone content on my blog yet, so I just had to right this injustice. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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🍐  Jack first met you at the orientation ceremony. He sort of already felt comfortable around you because of your canine traits and the way you carried yourself with such seriousness and determination. The white-haired boy also thought you smelled kind of nice; like the ocean and water-logged wood, but there was also a bit of sweetness in there that he couldn't quite identify. As orientation ended and all the Savanaclaw students made their way to the mirror chamber, Jack's curious eyes stayed glued to your cloaked form.

🍐 Coincidentally, you and Jack ended up sharing a dorm room, how nice for him. He was a bit shocked when you told him right off the bat that if he needed help or just someone to talk to you would readily lend an ear. The fact that he was bunked with such a supportive person was incredibly relieving for the wolf-eared boy. While it would take him a little while to open up to you more, considering you just met, Jack would be sure to act on your offer in the future.

🍐  Jack loves exercising with you! After learning about your previous status as a general before your enrollment in the NRC, he requested to know your exercise routine during that time, to which you happily agreed. You both have a habit of waking up at the crack of dawn and going for a run which made you decide to ask him to accompany you instead of heading out separately. Your skills with a bow and arrow also caught Jack's attention, often watching you practice and occasionally catching glimpses of a certain weird Pomefiore third-year hiding in the bushes.

🍐 During one particularly hot day, you and Jack ended up staying in your shared dorm room after class instead of going outside or to the dorm's indoor gym to exercise; far too hot to will yourselves to move. This is when the wolf beast-man learned of your shared habit of your extra appendages giving away your emotions, your orange-brown, and white ears drooping with exhaustion from the heat. When Jack suggested going to the dorm kitchen and making smoothies, he had to hold back a chuckle at how your ears perked up and how your tail began to sway. Although, when you saw where his gaze was directed you grew embarrassed and covered your butt with a pillow.

🍐 Speaking of sweet things, Jack discovered that his dorm mate had a fondness for sweets, he remembered you mentioning that you didn't get them very often while you were a general. He actually whipped up some pear jam on toast for you once to see what you thought about the taste and was happy that he found a fellow pear enjoyer in you. You did tell him that your favorite fruit was something called lavender melon, a tree fruit that was native to the cluster of islands that you grew up on. The fruit was on his mind for a while after that, Jack may or may not have made plans to eat it with you in the future.

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[w2soneshots]

omgg i’d love to see like youtuber!reader and bach, maybe like a silly little q&a? or even one of those cute but kinda cringe couple challenges from like 2010 loll ( like the chapstick challenge or smth ). obviously don’t feel pressured to write this if you don’t want to!! love ur work btw 🩷

Q&A -Italian Bach

words: 0.7k+

warnings: suggestive content.

summary: you and Bach answer his fans weird and funny questions about your relationship.

notes: hello lovely!💗 Thank you so much for your request (I apologise for posting it so late🙈). This was actually so much fun to write and it’s also my first fic for Italian Bach, hehe. I hope you enjoy!!✨🫶🏼

"Hello m' lady," Isaac greeted me at his apartment door, stepping aside to let me in. I giggled before softly pecking him on the lips.

We were both quite new to the whole youtuber thing just eight months ago. We met through a friend and decided to film a video together. The fans started shipping us, as they do, and something else ended up blossoming between us.

"Ready to film?" I asked, after we'd spent a little while chatting on his sofa. "Yup!" He jumped up and then reached for my hands to pull me up and off the couch.

He brought another chair into the spare bedroom so we could both sit at his desk, then he turned the camera on and we got started.

"Hello, my little gremlins," he began in a strange voice, I didn't bat an eyelid since I was fully used to his antics. "Today I have my girlfriend here to answer some of your questions. So get comfy and maybe get some popcorn or something."

I shuffled in the chair as he pulled out his phone. "Okay... Jacob asked, do you guys fuc-" he faked a gasp and I raised my eyebrows. "Jacob that is absolutely disgusting, you little virgin man... ew, but the answer to your question is yes. Anything to say on the matter y/n?" I breathed out a laugh. "Nope. I think you covered all bases."

"Next! Lillian, ah... can never trust a Lillian," I furrowed my brows. "What why?" "I have my reasons. Okay, she asked when did you realise you loved y/n?" "Aw, that's cute!" I smiled.

"Umm... probably when I got some of that poosay!" "Isaac!" I playfully slapped his arm. "No no, I'm joking! It was after we'd just finished filming a video and we ordered dinner and I realised that even the boring, simple things I always enjoyed doing it if it was with you."

"Oh my god, that was actually such a sweet answer, the tiktok editors are gonna eat that up." He chuckled as he knew I was right.

"Do you wanna read this one?" He asked. I nodded and took the phone. "Wolfman57 asked when we want kids," my eyes widened as I read the message. "First of all, I love your username, secondly that's a big question to ask, wolfman." Bach stated.

"Why don't we get back to you in a few years?" I opted. "Yes, we shall do that," Isaac seconded. "Moving on... oh lord, Sam asked, what's the biggest animal you think you could fit up your ass?" "Woah Sam, that's crazy," Bach grimaced.

"Why don't you take the phone back?" I said and he quickly took it. "I'm sorry your eyes had to witness that my love," he joked.

After quite a few interesting questions we were onto the last one. I leaned my head on Isaac's shoulder so that I could see the phone. "Okay... finally, Laura asked, what's our favourite thing about each other?"

"Ooo, I like this!" I grinned. "My favourite thing about you is your ability to find the good in any situation. Though an honourable mention is that fat ass," he answered.

I scoffed. "That was sweet and you know what... I'll take it. Okay, now yours, my kind sir, would be your funny little jokes and the way they make me belly laugh. Along with the mullet," I smirked as I ran my hand over the back of his hair.

"Thank you for watching till the end, obviously y/n will be back soon so put any requests of things you want to see us film in the comments!" "Nothing dirty," I added. Bach chuckled before turning the camera off.

"That was perfect." "You're perfect, now let's go get some lunch," he responded, standing. "You know... if we order something, that usually takes like twenty minutes to come..." "ah... what do you suggest we do while we wait ma'am?" "I don't know, a lot can be accomplished in twenty minutes," I replied with a cheeky smile.

In and instant he'd grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. I let out a shriek and giggled as he ran with me into our bedroom.

[yoiisa]

LESSON LEARNED ⋆˙⟡ OLIVER AIKU

"I just wanna make sure, You understand perfectly, you're the kind of man who makes me sad, While she waits up, You chase down the newest thing and take for granted what you have." - "Girl at Home" by Taylor Swift Tags: womanizer! Oliver x maneater! Reader, reader puts Oliver in his place (It only turns him on more),suggestive since Oliver is shameless when it comes to women. TW for attempted cheating on Oliver's part!!

a/n: This is part of a little series I doing where I'm writing BLLK fics for each of my fav songs on all the T Swift albums. I already did Bachira's (Fearless), Kaiser's (Lover), and Rin's (Midnights). This is one is off of Red.

I am one of five stans of "Girl at Home" in the world. Same thing with Bachira's fic for "Untouchable". It's rough out here... (¬_¬) anyways, enjoy as always!

At first you'd thought this was a joke, or some trick your brain was playing on you. After all, they're showing highlights from the latest soccer match on the TV of the bar right now. What're the odds that the captain from that team, Oliver Aiku, happened to slide into the barstool right next to you?

All you can manage is a few bleary blinks at him as his mouth curves into a smirk that is meant to be charming. Still, something about it sends shivers up your spine, and you can't decide if it's in a good way or not. His hair is slightly mussed and his two-toned eyes twinkle in invitation, but a small voice in the back of your head is sending warnings radiating through your nervous system.

It would be the perfect time to just get up and bolt, but you'd come here to get some air from your stifling apartment . . . and to pick up some guy to bring back to your apartment. Maybe this was the universe smacking you in the face with a chance. Who knows, he's an athlete. He might be a good lay.

You lean forward a bit, and tilt your head as you asses him. Some of your hair falls into your face as your eyes flit up and down his body.

"Can I help?" you ask softly, keeping the apprehension out of your voice. You'd done this dance before, and walked the fine line between welcoming and prison guard.

"Mmm," he hums, leaning into your space a bit, "I was hoping you could give me a lil' bit of company tonight?"

"What kinda company?" you take a sip of your drink.

"Whatever kind you like," he replies without missing a beat.

"I didn't know you'd be so open minded to a rejection," you laugh.

"You sound so sure of yourself," he notes, seemingly not affected by your demeanor in the slightest. Oh, he's one of these guys. They think no means yes and get lost means take me I'm yours.

Oliver just rolls his shoulder, as if stretching for a game and hails a bartender. "Old fashioned," it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes, "and for the lady? You're really nursing that drink you got there."

You smirk and bat your lashes at him. "All the more reason to not order me one." You turn to the bartender and give him a soft smile. "I'm good thank you."

The bartender makes quick work of Oliver's drink, before he dips away to help other patrons. You run your finger along the rim of your glass as Oliver takes a sip of his drink.

"So you come here often?" He asks. He mocks being affronted when you snort at the cliche pick up line and says, "C'mon throw me a bone here. You're dryer than . . . than . . ."

"Big brain you got up in your head there," you muse, drowning the rest of your drink.

"Wow, figured me out that easy huh?"

"You're an open book, darling," your voice drips with derision.

"Pet names already?" Oliver leans even closer. From this vantage point, you can see the blend of hues in his eyes. You've never seen a human with heterochromia before. His eyes look like marbles. He smells like the whiskey from his drink, and pine. His shirt flexes along his shoulders and his back. An Apple watch glints on his wrist as he moves his hand closer to you along the bar counter top. "Take me home first, at least."

"To do what? I don't know if that's the kinda company I'm looking for tonight," you say innocently, but even as you do, your hand gravitates towards his as well. Your fingers come incredibly close to touching.

"But you're not looking for the other kind, that's for sure," you can feel his breath now, hot against his face. Your lips instinctively part ever so slight in anticipation of the kiss that's sure to come. His face is so close to yours now. "No one shows up in a dress like that, all dark and red and snug, and in heels like that just to chat."

"At least I put some effort into my appearance," your voice lilts flirtatiously. "You look like a hobo someone spruced up to go onto a reality dating show."

"If you don't like what I'm wearing, maybe you should take it off," he counters without missing a beat.

"In public?" you cover your mouth in mock shock. "Have some decorum, please."

The hand without the watch grips your hips and you gasp as he pushes himself flush against your body, crowding you against the bar counter. "Take me home with you."

The kiss should've been inevitable. His mouth was practically already touching yours, but even the smallest of milliseconds can make large differences.

His apple watch lights up and all you need to see is the contact name. Some other girl, with a white heart next to it. You eye it for a moment, before cupping a hand over his mouth and pushing him off.

"No."

"What?"

"No. You have a girl waiting for you already. Go to her and don't waste my time."

Oliver takes a step back, before his eyes move down to his watch. Seeing his girlfriend's name, he sighs. "Caught me did you?"

"And I'm glad," you huff and grab your bag. You take out a 20 and a five and leave it on the counter, hoping it's enough to cover your tab. You didn't drink that much, but still. You whirl around to Oliver, the tension now a completely different kind. "You must think I'm stupid or something. But I'm not. I know how boys like you work and I want no part in it."

You fist the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you. You stare deep into his eyes. "Don't drive home, you drank. Message her first that you're going home now, and call a cab or walk."

"You don't even know her," he mutters.

"There're codes that exist in the world. This is one of them. Besides, I don't need to know her," you release him and walk out of the bar. "I was once her, and to know there are still men like you out there makes me sad."

You walk out into the ebbing nightlife and as Oliver watches you disappear from his sight and life forever, he can't help but groan as he feels his pants tighten. What a shame there's no one around to relieve it. Guess he'll have to go home after all.

a/n: Guys. Please. Don't cheat on your s/o. that's all. goodbye ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

[vees-scribbles]

HI!!!!! i hav a request but first i jus wanna say thankk you for writing for bo i think about him. too much. he's my favorite. of all time. and not a lot of people do write about him which is a tragedy. my atrocious man ohhhh he's so vile i need to violently shake him. ANYWAYS my request is uh bo x reader who is (very obviously, but hiding it poorly) down bad for him from the get go. and still is even when the learn about his uh, true nature. if that's okay. you can make this a bit nsfw if you want i don't care that much i just need words about him. hope this prompt makes enough sense. thank you so much though, seriously!!

Omg I'm so glad you enjoy what I write. I am a simple person, I see a jerk with a southern accent and I fold 🤭 I can definitely do this for you! An actual ficlet instead of headcanons this time because boo I want to. I tried not to describe reader too much so it was relatable, so I hope it's good!

(I finished this and then forgot to post it for several days oops)

Peculiar Creature: Bo Sinclair x Reader

CW: Mentions of violence, Reader generally unperturbed by murder

An odd little thing. That was what Bo had thought of you, right off the bat. He was used to tourists flirting with him, sure. He encouraged it, in fact. It made it more fun when they realized he wasn't the harmless, charming gentleman he played. But you...you weren't flirting, you were straight up fawning. It was like you had gone past the 'hey this guy's pretty cute' stage straight into a full crush. Stumbling over your words, fidgeting with your clothes, your eyes widening when he'd throw that smirk of his your way. It was adorable, Bo thought, but truly strange.

And oh, had he had fun with you. Anything from harmless compliments to paying you a little extra attention in a group. Toying with his ring when he'd noticed the way your hands would catch on his hands and you'd clear your throat. You were clearly trying to play it cool and clearly very, very bad at it.

What a shame, he'd thought, when the time came. Nothing ever lasted forever. Maybe he'd keep you for a few hours, would you like that? Even now?

He thought it with a sense of malice, but nothing could have prepared him for the idea that maybe you actually would. Come on, what kind of freak would still enjoy that after everything that went down that night?

You, apparently. You stood in front of him, eyes darting between him and the body of someone in your group. A boyfriend? Friend? It didn't matter to Bo. And he knew the look in your eyes, however unexpected it was, it didn't matter to you either. He advanced slowly, that same lazy smirk on his features.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, chuckling in a way that was more condescending than amused. He had you pressed again the wall of one of the houses in town, his forearm by your head as he leaned close. "What have we got here? Peculiar creature, ain't ya?"

You gave a small little laugh, the kind that almost made Bo want to laugh, too. He raised his other hand, patting your head in the most condescending way he could manage.

"Nervous?" He asked, still smirking. He was growing more amused with every second. The way he couldn't tell if you were leaning into him or shrinking away from him. He trailed a finger along your jaw, down your neck. It hooked briefly into the neckline of your shirt before he quickly moved his hand altogether, grabbing your waist and tugging you to him. "Are ya scared of me, sugar?"

Bo did laugh this time, because you shook your head. Despite the fact that you were shocked silent, stiff as a board against him, damn near quaking, you insisted you weren't afraid of him.

He pushed off the wall just enough to hook an arm around your legs and toss you over his shoulder. He didn't know if the sound you made was pure shock or fear, but it only made him laugh again.

"Think I'll keep ya." He didn't tell you how long. He didn't know himself. A while, if you kept being this entertaining.

[dr-spectre]

Splatoon 2 Callie Explained - (In my interpretation)

So in this blog post I wanna go over what is going on with Callie in Splatoon 2 because there's a lot of misinformation being spread around due to how unclear the events of Splatoon 2 were. I'm going to provide my own thoughts into how the Hypnoshades actually affect Callie and clear up what hypnosis actually does to a person, because a lot of people think that Callie was kidnapped and then mind controlled but its actually a lot more complicated than that. I've done a ton of painstaking research into this so if you would like some sources to what I'm saying then I'll be happy to provide it in the comments below when asked!

Okay so first off we need to establish one thing right off the bat, no, Callie was not kidnapped in the sense that she was snatched up by DJ Octavio and then brainwashed while she was kicking and screaming trying to stop him. The idea that Callie was snatched up randomly is simply not to true due to the fact that the OFFICAL Splatoon 2 relationship chart states that Callie was willing to hear out DJ Octavio and go with him. Why? Because if you look at Sunken Scroll 21 and 22 in Splatoon 2, it gives insight into Callie's declining mental health as she struggles to put on a happy face as she walks through a huge crowd of people, as well as the fact that she drew a squid with a sad face on it in Sunken Scroll 22 which is a very clear giveaway that she isn't doing well. Also keep in mind Marie was busy with her own solo thing too and Callie even states in the relationship chart that she's busy and lonely. It also explains why Callie doesn't experience any sort of trauma, turmoil or resentment after Splatoon 2 because well, she wasn't kidnapped and the shades were not forcibly put on her. (Also in Squid Sister Stories chapter 7 there's an artwork piece of Callie walking towards DJ Octavio's star mark so there's that too....)

Now I want to get into how hypnosis actually affects a person and what being hypnotized is actually like. Being hypnotized is described as having "heightened attention, increased focus and heightened suggestibility." You do not get put to sleep and become a puppet as popular media shows it to be, but instead you are hyper aware of what is going on around you. It's also said to be highly relaxing and can help with patients who struggle with anxiety and other mental issues, which might explain why Callie kept putting the shades back on, she enjoys wearing them to some degree as it helps her deal with the pain of being a celebrity, kind of like an addiction but unfortunately Splatoon 2 doesn't explore it at all and Marie (CALLIE'S OWN GOD DAMN COUSIN BTW!) jokes about it..... ugh...... at least she overcomes that addiction OFF SCREEN unfortunately....

Now that part about "suggestibility" is important to consider because contrary to popular belief, you don't lose awareness and memories while you are hypnotized and the person who is in charge of hypnotizing you, CANNOT force you to do anything that's against your wishes and you do NOT lose control of your behavior. Meaning that on some level Callie actually wanted to side with the Octarians because her life beforehand was shitty. The shades do not control Callie but instead put her in a hypnotic state that relaxes her and increases her attention and suggestibility.

For example, if DJ Octavio were to tell Callie to kill Marie instead of Agent 4, she would probably have a ton of hesitation about it and probably not follow his orders. Callie doesn't want to kill Marie, but she doesn't care or know about Agent 4 and that's why she had no problems with following DJ Octavio's suggestions. She also didn't try to attack Marie during the final boss when she was flying around and she just wants Marie to leave her alone because guess what, she's suffering from mental health issues!!!!!! And her relationship with Marie got worse and worse overtime as shown with the Squid Sister Stories.

If you were hypnotized and then the person responsible of your hypnotism handed you a weapon and told you to kill your best friend, you wouldn't do it because it's against your wishes (unless you secretly wanna kill your best friend for some reason....)

With all of this information laid out, it actually does make Splatoon 2's admittedly mid story a bit more interesting, it shows that Callie does have these dark traits and flaws about her, and the Hypnoshades bring out the worst in her. The angry, power hungry and harsh side to her, that was even built up from Splatoon 1. If you look at the dialogue from the Naughty vs. Nice, Early Bird vs. Night Owl and Callie vs. Marie Splatfests, you can see that Callie actually got upset at Marie multiple times due to her attitude.

It really does make Tidal Rush more emotional and powerful as a song if you really think about it. It's a clashing of two cousins whose relationship has been broken apart and Marie is desperately trying to reach out to Callie and fix what she has done. Maybe Marie blames herself for why Callie ran away and that's why she sounds like she's on the brink of tears in the song.... And it makes Spicey Calamari Inkantation more triumphant as a song too.

It does make me a bit angry that Nintendo doesn't wanna dive into these topics as well as Callie. She is flawed and has dark traits about her but, she doesn't try to change or grow from them in any significant or well written way, its like they forgot about it in Splatoon 3 which.... sucks man. I'm hoping we get a Side Order type deal with the Squid Sisters for Splatoon 4 and we dive deeper into the psyches of these girls, because what we have is really interesting but it lacks explanation and nuance and everyone keeps boiling it down to "welp Callie got kidnapped and mind controlled!" Which... its more complex than that... With Agent 3 and Marina it's for sure mind control and i would like to talk about them in a future blog but, with Callie? It's different and there's a lot of layers a lot of people tend to ignore because Splatoon 2's story is just... meh.

[readsrealm]

incorrect quotes Roger pirate ft. Whitebeard and Marco

Rayleigh : It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close. Roger, blushing: Okay. Crocus: It's fucking summer. *-* Buggy: So what’s for dinner? Sunbell: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Buggy: … Buggy: Is it soup? Sunbell: I soup-pose it could be! winks Buggy: Please, enough with the soup puns! Sunbell: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Buggy: STOP! one hour later Buggy: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

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Spencer: Act natural. Buggy: For this kind of situation, the most natural thing would be to panic, so technically I can panic. Spencer: NO, that’s not what I meant! Act like it’s a normal day! Buggy: My ‘normal’ days of late, consist of a lot of panic. Spencer: Will you just cooperate? Buggy: When a person is panicking, they are not apt to cooperate very well!

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Marco: pretending to joke So when are you going to go out with me? Buggy: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to? Whitebeard: And you just ran away?! Marco: I didn't expect them to flirt back! *-* Shanks: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Shanks is such a nice person, Shanks is so happy-go-lucky! Shanks can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Shanks CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Shanks IS be in a bad mood.

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Marco: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Whitebeard: Whitebeard: I like you.

Thanks for reading!

[generational-atrophy]

helloooo can i request headcanons of allies x gn!vampire!reader? some questions for ideas: would they let their s/o drink their blood, who would love it, who would be scared, how would they react to their s/o telling them theyre a vamp. its up to you as to what kind of vampire u wanna write :3 !! i hope this isnt confusing, but ty if u write this !!

hetalia allies with a vampire s/o

1.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: mentions of blood and death (obviously)

a/n: getting sick in the summer is so stupid. girl just get better

America

”Woah, you're a vampire? Like from Blade?“ would be his first words once you tell him. It's almost like he doesn't even realize what being a vampire really entails. Which, to be fair, a vampire isn't any weirder than an alien (of which he's met many.)

Most of the time, he just thinks your vampirism is a cool quirk. More like a party trick if anything.

When it comes to feeding, he'd totally let you drink his blood. Not too often, but he doesn't mind. When you first try, he's more excited than anything. Who else's partner can do that?!

(Plus, he'd make it a personal mission to make a burger with enough blood that you can eat it. Seeing you at barbecues makes him too sad not to.)

He probably wouldn’t even remember that vampires are immortal until you’ve been dating for 100 years. Only then would he be like… wait a minute.

Alfred is accepting of a lot of things and is always willing to accommodate your vampiric habits, but don't expect him to suddenly become nocturnal and goth. He's out by 9 pm every night, that's not changing for anyone, supernatural or otherwise.

England

Arthur may seem like he's too stuck in ways to be cool with a vampiric partner, but he's also the guy who is friends with fairies. He probably knew you were a vampire even before you told him.

He doesn't mind at all. Being antisocial and traditional is really what he wants in a partner. Plus, your immortality comforts him greatly. He's possessive and paranoid so it's a real weight off his mind that you can't die by most means.

But, he doesn't appreciate the more gore-y aspects of vampirism much. No, you can't drink his blood unless you're literally on the verge of death. No, you can't bring your blood bags into the house. No, he's not gonna help you hunt. That's your own problem, be home by 6 am.

So, not scared, just uncomfortable.

Hopefully, you're the magic type of vampire, because he really needs some help with his spells, and being able to turn into a bat seems like a step in the right direction.

France

When it comes to your vampirism, Francis is very conflicted. When you tell him, he probably seems like he doesn't care, but that's not entirely true. On the one hand, he's arguably dated much worse, much stranger people, but on the other hand... ew, blood!

He is a little scared of you, especially if you ask to feed on him. He'd agree but burst into tears the moment your fangs get anywhere close to his neck. His love for you is never in doubt, but he'd be lying if he didn't keep a stake stored in his glove compartment. Just in case your friends start calling...

But the more romantic aspects of vampirism, that of immortality and eternal transience, he loves those parts of you. He's happy to finally share a life with someone who'll understand his fairy-tale view of the world.

Plus, he loves the night. If you want to be nocturnal, he'd be out with you most evenings. Just don't let him see you kill people.

China

Yao and a vampire would be a very… turbulent relationship to say the least. His lifestyle is not one a vampire would mesh well with at all, not to mention his superstitions would have you sleeping on the couch (or outside-) most nights.

No way in hell would he let you drink his blood. No. Never. He can get you some weird knock-off blood, just for his own peace of mind, but that's the most he would ever participate in your feeding habits. Don’t talk to him about it, he’ll yell to stop until you do.

Plus, he'd be so, so sad you can't eat his meals. How is he supposed to show he likes you now?!

In general, he'd be very freaked out that you're a vampire. He would say he's not scared, but in reality, he shivers whenever he sees your fangs. Although, he really doesn’t mind having someone who’ll be stuck with him for the rest of foreseeable time. Hopefully, you’re not that young either, he’d love a more traditional partner.

The first time you told him, you were forced out of bed early in the morning so Yao could drag you to some (very shady) religious leader's house to be “cleansed.“

Not a fun experience to have. But, as time goes on, he'd become more trusting and accepting. He has seen much stranger, after all.

Russia

Like a lot of deal-breakers, Ivan could not care less. When you tell him, it's like you said nothing at all. He's a man who's at peace with the supernatural (being somewhat supernatural himself,) so he doesn't mind at all.

If you asked to drink his blood, he'd be up for it! He'd be ecstatic, even. He finds it very romantic and he's always up to try new things. Luckily for you, you could probably suck all his blood and he'd wake up fine the next morning.

If any one of the allies would love your vampirism, it'd be him. He's completely cool with becoming nocturnal (easier to garden) hunting people (good old-fashioned family fun!) and doing weird magic stuff (did you see him come through the floor that one time?)

In fact, he'd probably seek out a vampire partner. It means you'll be with him forever, bonded in blood. (He’ll) you’ll never be alone again!

[genderlessghoul]

Hey so remember when I wrote a small fic about trans Phantom using tape to bind for the first time and it went like shit?

Anyway, I wrote a tape redemption arc and it's under the cut! It's just around 600 words-ish.

“Come in!”

Dew calls out after hearing a shy knock on his door. He doesn't need to look up to know who's on the other side, the faint scent of lavender and woodsmoke betrays Phantom before he even walks through the door. The quintessence ghoul walks in sheepishly and closes the door behind him, something nervous about the way he carries himself that immediately catches Dew's attention.

“What is it?” the fire ghoul asks with a cocked eyebrow as he sets down his book (something about mermaids that Rain suggested to him) and sits up in bed. Phantom holds up a roll of kinesiology tape and a pair of scissors, his tail wrapped around his leg in worried anticipation. He doesn't even need to say a word before Dew's on his feet, taking the roll from him and leading him deeper into the room. It's been months since Phantom's first attempt at binding with tape and it didn't exactly go well. He knows the younger ghoul still has some scars on his back from the experience. Dew leads him near his desk so he can work while standing up. He takes off the other's shirt.

“You took a shower?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn't put on any kind of body butter?”

“No.”

“Good.”

As he starts cutting strips of the tape, Dew notices how the quintessence ghoul opted for black, this time. He can't help but think that, at least, it won't stick out like a sore thumb, this time. Phantom seems to read his mind and lets out a dry chuckle.

“It fits my colour scheme better.”

“It does. You sure you wanna do this? We don't have to.”

“I know… But I figured I'd go back to it sooner or later. And if I don't do this now, I feel like I'm gonna chicken out forever.”

“Fair enough. Just don't go ripping it out raw again, okay?”

Phantom laughs nervously at that.

“Been there, done that. Never again.”

“Good boy.”

The quintessence ghoul melts a little at the praise and Dew gets to work. He instructs the other to lift his arms so he can lay the first pieces of tape.

Phantom keeps his arms up while the fire ghoul works on him. He finds a lot of comfort in his warm fingers and the ease with which Dew applies the strips. He wishes now more than ever that he'd gone to him the first time, instead of experimenting all by himself in his cold bathroom. At least, he'd learned what not to do. His eyes find Dew's mirror and he watches him work, trying to commit the techniques to memory, although he could get used to the pampering.

“How'd you figure out how to do it right?”

“Lotsa practice.”

The fire ghoul finishes his work and pats Phantom's sides a couple times.

“Lots of asking around, too.”

To which the younger ghoul rolls his eyes.

“I get it, I should come to you more…”

“It doesn't have to be me, baby bat, I just don't want you to mess up your body.”

They stay silent for a moment while the quintessence ghoul puts his shirt back on. He stretches his arms out, relishing in how comfortable the tape is this time around. He even finds himself smiling at his own reflection.

“You don't have to take care of me so much… I'm not complaining at all, I appreciate it more than I can tell you, I just… Thank you.”

“Don't mention it, Ant. I um… I remember what it was like to be in your place. And I wish I had someone back then to show me a thing or two, to tell me it was gonna be okay.”

Phantom doesn't quite know how to react to Dew's words. As long as he'd know him, the fire ghoul hasn't talked much about his own experience, only ever spoken with his actions. The moment is short lived, however, when Dew turns back to him and claps his hands together.

“Alright, loser, down for a game of Mario Kart?”

[hyunjilicious]

A/n: This was initially supposed to be the beginning of a longer fic but I ended up changing the plot a bit and this little thing doesn't fit in there anymore. So there's basically no plot here, just 3 bff's minding their own business when one of them decides to ask for a hickey :) you know, like all friends do.

Warnings: there's no smut, but I still wouldn't be comfortable with anyone underage reading it, so 18+ PLS. Also they're just friends but there's a hyunjin x reader x felix type of thing implied... idk... I love them both too much :/ (highly unedited, don't look at me, I just want it out of my drafts thank you) 1.4k

"Ok, I know this is gonna sound stupid, but bear with me for a second?" Hyunjin said, breaking the 10 minutes of silence that followed yours and Felix's relentless complaints about work and the last minute tasks you had been given. Once that topic had been exhausted, you each settled in a corner of your queen sized bed, entrapped by your phones. That was until Hyunjin spoke up.

"Yeah, what is it?" Felix answered but Hyunjin waited until he had your attention too before continuing.

"Can one of you give me a hickey?" 

Felix didn't even bother trying to answer, confusion just fell upon his features as he stared ahead, then at Hyunjin, who didn't even bat an eye, and then at you.

"Um?" you frowned, "Can you elaborate?"

"There are these girls at work that like me, I mean I think they do, and I've basically done everything to tell them I'm not interested but like… they don't get the hint, and they're very sweet, so I don't wanna be rude to them.. I figured this would be the best idea"

"You figured this would be the best idea?" Felix deadpanned.

"Yeah… they never walked up to me and told me they like me, so what kind of entitled asshole would I be if I just went to them and said 'Hey, I get that you're obsessed with me but I'm not interested'?"

Felix just blinked. "First of all, obsessed is a little bit too much, don't you think?"

"I agree. That's why I want a hickey"

"Just say you have a girlfriend"

"But I don't" Hyunjin shook his head, "That would be a lie. A hickey is just a hickey, and it'll make them assume I have someone"

"Or you could just talk to them" Felix tried again.

"Or you could just shut up and give me a hickey"

"I've never given anyone a hickey, I'm not doing it"

"I can do it" you offered, much to Felix's disappointment. It seemed that for whatever reason he assumed you'd be the rational one, but if anything, you understood very well what it was like to want to avoid difficult conversations.

"Thank you!" Hyunjin exclaimed.

"Come here"

"What? Now!?"

"What? Do you need to get ready? Need a moment of silence?"

"Um, no?" Hyunjin shily mumbled as Felix laughed in the background, "I just didn't expect you to do it now"

"We can do it later"

"No, no, no. Now is good"

"Ok, lay down" you instructed and shuffled closer to him. 

"Oh my god" Hyunjin chuckled as he let his weight fall back onto his shoulders while you straddled his hips. He watched you tuck your hair behind your ears and lick your lips, which made nervous giggles break past his lips as he threw his head back. "This feels so professional"

"Yes, y/n, the hickey master" you mocked and grabbed his hands, one forceful pull later and he was down flat on his back against the mattress. "Tell me if it hurts"

"I've gotten hickeys in the past, it wasn't that bad"

"Yeah because you were turned on and it was sexy. Now that's not the case"

"Hey, you're sexy" he grinned which made you slap his face away so you wouldn't have to see his eyes anymore.

"Oh god, I need to see this" Felix giggled and crawled closer, settling right next to you and directly above Hyunjin.

"You're breathing right into my face"

Felix wasn't having it, so he just smiled down at his friend. "You like it"

"Idiot"

With your lips inches away from Hyunjin's exposed neck, you found yourself struggling to find a starting point. Something felt off, a bit unnatural, and it made your ears tingle. "Ok, this is weird, but I don't know how to give hickeys without kissing too, so-"

"Kiss me, I don't mind"

"You're willing to make this sacrifice, huh?" Felix teased.

"Ok, but tell me if this starts to feel awkward, ok?"

"Y/n, you're both basically on top of me, one about to bite me and the other one looking at me like I'm a science experiment, awkward doesn't even begin to explain it"

"I'm sorry" you laughed, and despite the hurricane of thoughts that rushed through your brain at that exact moment, you shook your head one last time and finally closed the distance between the two of you.

Doing this robotically and by the book was never going to cut it, no matter how much experience you had and how many techniques you knew. So putting your faith into Hyunjin to tell you in case you went too far, you decided to do this right.

With your back arched and your body fully pressed against his, you snaked one hand up into hair, curling your fingers up around his roots as your lips started working on his still intact skin.

The kisses that initially started off as gentle and soft, turned fervid in a matter of seconds, your lips mercilessly sucking his perfect skin, morphing his light complexion into a perverse shade of red. 

Unconsciously, as you worked on the hickey on his neck, the hand that had been previously lightly tugging at his roots traveled down, gripping his chin and caressing its way down to his shoulders. 

Completely lost in the taste and feel of your best friend's skin, you failed to register the unnatural feeling of his hands on your thighs. You knew they were there, you felt their warmth down to your bones, but it never occurred to you that that had never happened before. So you let yourself get driven by his touch and refused to show any signs of slowing down as his curious hands made their way to your hips and then to your ass.

Fully engrossed by everything that was going on at once, you failed to notice the way Hyunjin was panting beneath you - his chest heaving up and down as his shaky, hot breath ran against your ear.

Once you figured you had him warmed up enough, you gave his neck the last bit of preparation which came in the shape of you licking up his jugular before you returned to your initial spot and sunk your teeth into his skin with no warning.

"Holy f-" he grunted, more than surely involuntarily bucking his hips up into you as his fingers dug into your hips. 

But it didn't deter you, you kept going - sucking, biting and licking all the right spots, keeping a steady pace until you felt satisfied with your work.

"Ok-" you said a bit out of breath before returning to pepper his traumatized skin with feather light kisses, "I think this should do it"

When you pushed yourself up to admire your work, Hyunjin hurried to hide his face behind his hands. "Oh my god"

"Was it good?" you grinned, placing your hands on his waist, ready to tickle a compliment out of him in case you needed to.

"I need a minute," he panted.

Deciding to give him the space he said he needed, your eyes moved to Felix. Despite not uttering one word, his face said a lot, his red cheeks, wide eyes and shy smile were enough to get the message across. 

Instantly, you opened your arms calling for a hug, but he just mirrored you and welcomed you when you finally crawled over to him. He gathered you close against his chest and pulled you down, the two of you now tightly wrapped together next to a still speechless Hyunjin.

"Was that awkward for you?" you whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck from the sudden wave of embarrassment that washed over you. 

"No, don't worry, it wasn't awkward-" he assured you with a kiss on the top of your head. "It was a… good tutorial"

"I still find it shocking that you've never given a hickey before" 

"I think the reason for that is because I always hated receiving them," Felix confessed, which prompted Hyunjin to come back from the dead, one long pointer finger up in the air.

"That's because you've never gotten one from her" 

"Ok" Felix laughed, "Can we stop with the hickeys? I feel like I'm high-school all over again. Adults don't have hickeys"

"No," you corrected, "Adults don't have hickeys in places others can see. Except that one" you pointed to Hyunjin. 

"You're just jealous"

"Of what? The hickey I gave you?"

"I don't know" Hyunjin gave up with a sigh and lazily rolled off the bed, "I'm gonna have a shower"

"Have fun!" you both laughed and then settled back into a tighter cuddle once the room fell into silence again.

What is this abrupt ending? Idk either, I'm sorry 😖

[archangeldyke-all]

hellooooo, if you’re not taking requests please disregard this but please can you write a little something about sevika x autistic!reader, i’d just like to see how she’d learn to live with me. also i love your work and commitment, remember to take breaks tho, dear 💗💗💗

of course!

men and minors dni

she's going to be fascinated by any special interests or hyperfixations you have, she could listen to you talk about it for hours.

not only is the sound of your voice her favorite thing, but she's actually really interested. even if it's something she'd never care about without you. if you like a certain piece of media-- she'll wanna hear you tell her all the lore in your words, before maybe having you introduce it to her. she'd ask so many questions and find it incredibly sexy when you have an answer to each and every one.

and you can bet your ass she's always buying you trinkets or things related to your interests. anything and everything she can get her hands on she'll be lugging home for you.

i think sevika would be kind of charmed by your lack of social graces. what you consider 'awkward faux pas' when you look back on it, cringing at your past self, sevika laughs about and admires. she's usually blunt and straightforward-- she doesn't think it's strange that you are too.

like, your friend showing up late for lunch and apologizing for being ten minutes behind and you quickly correcting them and telling them, actually, it was thirty minutes, later that night it'll hit you that maybe it came off as bitchy. you were genuinely just correcting her mistake. you worry about it to sevika and she snorts.

"nah, babe, i was thinking the same thing. i was gonna say it if you didn't."

she'd love watching you stim. you always get embarrassed, but if she can catch you flap your hands or rock back and forth without you seeing-- she'll watch with a soft, admiring smile on her face.

in another way that sevika can kind of relate to some of the struggles of autism-- sevika is not a stranger to emotional outbursts that she can't control. she's not triggered by the same things you are, and she reacts much differently-- but she doesn't bat an eye the first time you break down in front of her, hyperventilating in her arms and choking out that your day's just been 'too much.' she understands that feeling completely.

imagine needing some pressure and having sevika as a girlfriend. getting her to lay right on top of you-- she'd be the best, warmest, firmest weighted blanket of your life.

if and when she buys you things to wear-- jewelry or clothes or even blankets-- she'll make sure their textures you like, she'll cut the tags out carefully for you, she'll make sure the jewlery is just your size so it won't bother you.

the first few times you go nonverbal around her, she's a little spooked. but after you explain it to her-- that you're fine but just exhausted, that you can't find your voice right now with how loud your brain's being-- she understands. and now she's great at handling you when you're nonverbal.

she leaves you alone, unless you request cuddles with grabby hands. she makes you food and delivers it to you with a firm kiss to your head, not bothering you so you don't have to take off your ear canceling headphones. the only time she asks you things is if she absolutely has to, and she makes sure all her questions are yes or no.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby

[sunny-mercya]

Guilty Eyes

01. Oppressive Anger

Guilty! Gojo Satoru x Male Reader

Fandom -> Jujutsu Kaisen

Masterlist || Next || Based Prototype

Sometimes, when the days are dragging and the nights too short for blissful sleep, sometimes Gojo wished for your anger.

Wished for you to scream at him, accusing him of all the things he had done—the lies he had told and the sins he committed—and throwing the most hurtful words and insults at him, you—with all your neutral and rational mind—could muster to say, then your tongue was coated with kindness and compassion—and saying such harsh hurtful regrettable words, to a friend you oh so adored, was as if your tongue had being chopped off.

He gladly, with great relief, takes your anger over your current state of mental being. Because if your angry at him, Gojo knows you're still here—being human.

Lazying around on the couch, Gojo stretched his arms up—pretending to reach the ceiling—looking at his hands, which are ragged with scars—tiny and pale skinned they are, barley noticeably—and at one particular scar his gaze lingered longer.

A scar which goes aslant from thumb to his pinky finger across the inside of his palm. It had been deep, healed ragged and bumpy and leaving a line of visible white.

Reminder to what he wished to receive from you again. Furious anger, like in the night he had—so causal as if it had been of unimportance—told you, that it was him who had killed Geto Suguru—your Husband—and would do it again if needed.

Oh, how Gojo reminiscent in such a memory;

~~~

When Gojo had asked you, via sms, to meet him in the Jujutsu Faculty—sounding urgently about whatever matter he wanted to tell you—you had hoped, perhaps foolish, that he and Geto had made up—being friends again.

Honestly you didn't wanted to come, would have preferred to have this talk tomorrow or in the afternoon instead in the dead of night.

You're exhausted, utterly tired. Eventful weeks it had been, you're daughters—you loved Nanako and Mimiko to death—had been pulling at your nerves all day long, with a whole field trip of shopping spree and then the repeating upcoming house chores, it left you feeling drained.

Plus the adding worry for Geto, who hadn't come home in two nights.

»Sato, I'm exhausted, so I hope whatever you wanna tell me, is something of importance and not some silliness.« you pinched out a sigh, rubbing your eyes.

»I killed Geto Suguru.«

Gojo had said it without batting a eyelash. No sugarcoating it, bluntly straightforward with nonchalantly.

»What?«

»I killed Geto Suguru.«

You frowned at him, breath hitching up in your chest. A silence emitted in between you two. Your brain, mind—however such a complex organ, was it even an organ though? You should ask leiri about it, is working—was fizzing with incomprehension lack of understanding.

Trying to defuse what Gojo had said. The meaning of doubleness behind it—decoding a code which probably doesn't exist.

That's, that's a nasty—cruel—joke to say, even for Gojo himself. Aren't they friends? Sure, not right now as both boys are having a small fallout, a break of each other, but still—they are friends.

Gojo takes a few steps towards you, standing almost before you. Towering over you, like a looming shadow. You half expected a grin from him, the taunting arrogant one, but Gojo lips are sealed shut into a line.

Gojo took your right-hand, holding it up and inspecting your ring-finger—the wedding ring weighing heavily now—promise of everlasting—a dim shimmer now in your eyes as if the flourishing light in the metal had burned out like a extinguished flame.

»I have killed Geto Suguru.« Gojo repeated it again, slower—dragging the words out, as if you're too slow to understand otherwise.

In a split second of silence, when it had begun to settle again—leaving everything too loud in your own ears, a thunderous blood rush to hear with a way too loud beating heart and breathing—a smack echoed through the room.

Gojo stumbled back in surprise, his sunglasses flying off from the impact of your hand and landing on the ground.

In astonishment, Gojo holds his cheek, which started to sting now and a slight throb to it. Never had he believed you would slap him.

He had expected a punch from you—you could hit hard and lightning quick, considering your curse ability, breaking someone's nose and bones with ease—but a slap? No way, that was out of character.

Blue eyes—so bright like the morning sky, a form of heaven and sea in its own—gazed, more like starred, into (Eye-Colour) eyes—which had a dust of slight gold in it, reminding one of the stars or actually, more of the jerking lightning's.

»Don't make such cruel jokes ever again, Satoru.«

»Here, I send you proof.« Gojo got his phone out, typing quickly on it and pocket it back. Watching how you take your own phone out and opening the attachment he had send to you.

It would have been like a dramatic episode of some Television, if the situation had been another—with a more humorous take—how your phone slides from your shaking hand and below onto the ground.

If the situation, its circumstances, had been different—Gojo would've chuckled, applauding himself and Geto proudly for tricking you so majestically perfectly—but it wasn't.

Your breath hitched again, clogging your lungs. It felt hard to breathe for mere moments. All oxygen leaving your body—causing a colour drain from your skin, leaving it ashen and sickly pale.

Then, like a wild animal—no, more like a madman full of hysterical bloodlust and surreal reality lost—you lunged at Gojo. Gripping his collar and tumbling to the ground with him.

You straddled his hips and Gojo—who had dreamed of such lustful scenario with you, having developed a longing of love—a crush per say—to you, let it remained hidden though—behind a friendship he valued more and knowing too well how strongly Geto's affection had been to you—would've snarky teased you

You slapped both sides of his cheeks, terror filled shrill screams of frustration and anger leaving your throat.

»HOW COULD YOU?! WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?!«

»Satoru, Why did you kill Suguru? Tell me, Satoru.«

»I had to. It's for greater good, for a cause of the better. I had to, to keep you safe.«

Gojo looked up into your eyes—dulled they are now, having lost its sparks and colours.

Those blue eyes, which once you have adored, are too bright now—bringing a discomfort out in you—itching you to scratch them out. Such blueness, who resembles heaven and sea—a reflection of refuge and safety when looking in them, could get someone lost for hours in their beauty—should be not allowed to see the world anymore.

You got off from Gojo, legs shaky and wobbly, walking towards the door, ready to leave this damned school—which only causes harm—for final and good.

»We're not friends anymore. If you dare to get near my daughters or me, I will kill you Gojo.«

Two years later—like a deja-vu it felt, though it wasn't Gojo himself who had told you these news, but he was there and for once he was aware of it—Gojo stood in front of you again.

Gojo had hold to his, himself giving, promise—after witnessing your thundering breakdown, your weeping causing a havoc throughout the coast and seas, during Geto's funeral—not to bother you anymore directly. Indirectly he still keeps discreetly watch over you.

Though this situation, a new circumstance, was a complete different chapter as the one before for the both of you—and yet it felt just like last time, a repeat.

Blinding rages fills your body, like a hot steam of tea and makes the sweat run down your skin.

Your faces scrunched up into a frown—lips jutting out and shaking, nose flaring up whenever another exhale of breath you took—and for once Gojo thought, just how ugly you're looking at this moment.

It's you, you you you you you you, your fault. No.

How, how can he dare to be in your presence again? You warned him and yet he is here.

Why was Gojo next to you, when the doctors—not the doctors but the pathologist—had told you that your daughters—your precious girls—are nothing but a exploding bloody mess of deranged limps and spilled organs.

He had no fucking right to be here, next to you and gazing at your mourning and sorrow.

Once the doctor had left, leaving you two alone in the lonesome of hallway, Gojo turned to you—an apologetic expression, filled with a hint of mournful, on his lips.

You wanted to suckerpuch him, pummel him into the ground. You didn't though, opted to just walked away.

It's me, me me me me me me me me, my fault.

You just wandered through the hallways, no real destination in mind. Just a mindless little walk. Unnoticeable, seems as you have forgotten, you didn't sense Gojo behind you as he followed you.

Your feet leading you into an operation room. The sterile tools for cutting up a Humans body, glistening in the dimly lit room so magnificent—that you felt drawn to them.

Taking the scalpel into your hand, moving the handle in your fingers, you take a look at its clean metal and sharp edge—so sharp indeed that it could easily..........yes.

Mind completely blank, knowing no more what's right or wrong—moral compass finally broken—and having no dignity and responsibility and neither respect to your own life and body left—you did what you never thought you would have been able to do.

In a swift clean motion you sliced your left wrist, pain seemed not to flare up at all—just a slight tingle—and then, with a eagerness as if it's the only thing to do with such passion, you stabbed the scalpel again and again into your chest—piercing your lungs and heart—and abdomen, wanting to quill your organs out like porridge.

When Gojo had come minutes later into the room you had disappeared in, he sucked in a breath and stood in stunned in stupor for seconds there.

Red and white. Red and white. Red and White. Red. Blood Red.

The essence of life, besides air and to a degree water, itself dripped from your body, your veins—like a leaking pipe—onto the white tiles below. Creating a puddle to sit in.

Gojo rushed to you, slipping on your blood and the polished tiles, hitting hard the ground and feeling the warmth of your blood on his hands and face.

He crawled on hands hand knees to you, kneeling before you now and gripping the scalpel. Gojo didn't care in this moment that he had took the sharp side in his hand, slicing open his palm and letting his own blood mingle with yours.

»My fault, my fault fault fault fault fault. It's all my fault–«

With shaky breath you repeated those words, trying to stab yourself more and more, but couldn't—someone's stopping you.

Gojo ripped the scalpel from your grip, deepen his own fresh wound even more and brought you in his arms. One hand holding your spilled organs back and the other supporting your head against his neck.

~~~

leiri had to put you into a two months coma and when you woke up, not even fulled healed, not only did you attack everyone around you who remotely comes near you—but you also had tried another suicidal attempt and this you almost managed to succession.

Somehow you got your hands on one of the stored away curses in the research faculty of the Special Sorcerers Hospital and well, to make things short—it had caused more brain damage than suspected at first.

~~~

Gojo blinked, eyes filling dry now after looking too long against the harsh light on the ceiling. He turned his head to the side, spotting you in the doorframe—looking frowning and disappointed at him.

»Can't sleep?«

»I hate you Satoru. I absolutely hate you, I hope you suffer death and burn in hell.«

Gojo only hummed, nodding and watching how you turned around—starting to walk few steps away and back to the bedroom, before coming back again.

You walked closer to him this time, face void of emotions and blanking staring at Gojo.

»Who are you?«

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@islesantuary

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 38

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warning: Another all smut no plot chappie! (feat. Heat kinda; also feat. everyone's favorite: inappropriate use of devil fruit power)

Sticky Situations

It was only curiosity. You weren't a pervert. It's not your fault sound travelled easily through the walls. You were walking past Kid's cabin when some distinct noises beckoned you to press your ear against the door. Did people do this when me and Kid were...?  Maybe you should bring up the subject of sound proofing certain rooms. There was a string of groans and grunts that sounded like Kid. The other person was Killer, telling Kid to relax. Heat rose to your face listening to Kid's cursing and demands that Killer go harder. You batted your ear, as it was starting to itch. Wait. In a split second, the door opened and Kid was tugging you in by the ear with his devil fruit. 

"Tsk." Kid pointed to your ear, "Might wanna take that off if ya don't want me to know yer peeping outside the door."

Your eyebrows knit together, puzzled. "Why aren't you both naked?" Kid had his shirt off. That's it. And they didn't have time to get dressed before Kid pulled you in. 

Kid barked out a laugh. "Forward aren't we? If ya want us, all ya hafta do is ask."

"No that's not-. I thought you guys were..." You made sex gestures with your hands and moved your eyebrows up and down suggestively.

Even Killer laughed at that. "I was helping Kid get a knot out of his shoulder."

Somehow this was more embarrassing than walking in on actual sex. "I see." Now the noises made sense. "I'll see myself out."

"Not so fast." Kid pulled you by the ear again until you were in front of him. "I know yer avoiding me since Killer spilled the beans that I was gonna yell at ya." 

"Noooo." Lie. You weren't scared obviously. You really didn't want to get sucked into some kind of 'you need to be more careful' bullshit. 

"I'm not gonna yell at ya."

"You're not?" Before you knew it, you were bent over his knee. "Hang on a minute. Let's talk about this."

"We could have if ya didn't avoid me." Kid tugged at your pants until your ass was exposed. "The time fer talking is over," he said with a sinister chuckle.

You played along gladly. The last thing you wanted was a serious conversation. You couldn't stop yourself from giggling. This would be fun. Snooping had its perks.

"Fuck ya giggling about?" Kid cracked you on the ass with his metal hand, hard enough to leave a mark.

You yelped. "I love when Captain Kid is mean t'me."

Killer crouched in front of you. "Count out loud or he starts over." He tapped the chin of his mask. "How many, Kid?"

"I think 10 should do it." Kid added, "Oh and ya can't heal it either or I'm gonna do it twice as hard next time."

Smack!

"One," you still giggled. 

"I don't think you're doing it hard enough." Killer mused.

Smack!

"T-two." Your grin faltered.

Smack!

"Three." 

By the tenth spank, the bottom of your ass was cherry red. Kid's hand was so big its print took up most of the space. Tears pricked at your eyes and you yelped at him even resting his hand on the tender area. It was going to have a nice bruise tomorrow. 

"Not so funny now, is it?"

"No, Sir." He thwapped you again and you yipped. "What was that for?!"

"Fer being a little shit." 

"Eleven. You didn't count that one." Killer looked at Kid. "Looks like you gotta start over."

"Wait that one didn't count! Please don't." You gave Killer your best puppy dog eyes and turned to look at Kid to do the same. "I'll be good. I swear."

Kid tugged your pants back up and flipped you up to sit on his lap, earning a whimper from you. He grinned, "What's wrong, princess?"

"We're not fucking?" Was this not foreplay? 

"This a punishment. Fucking is a reward." Killer patted your head.

You stared at them incredulously. "You're kidding right?" They both had shit-eating grins across their faces. The real punishment was winding you up and doing nothing about it. You stood up angrily. "You wanna play this game? Fine." You were going to get them to crack before you. They wanted you to beg and you weren't going to let them have the satisfaction.

You left in a huff, nearly hitting Heat with the door as you left. You almost walked past him, turning on your heel to see his red face. You cocked your head. "Heat," you started in an accusatory tone, "what did you hear?" It was a bit hypocritical to be mad at him for being a pervert. You weren't mad. But maybe he could help you. Several thoughts went through your head: you could fuck him and get relief that way, he could help you concoct a revenge plan, possibly combine those two things in some way. You didn't want to make Kid and Killer jealous, you just wanted them to crack first. 

"N-nothing." He wouldn't meet your gaze. 

"Are you busy?" 

He straightened up, "No. Can I... help you with something?" He wasn't going to say no to a quickie.

"I need intel." 

It started with you wearing the tiny black leather shorts and the deep red corset top you had bought a while back with Heat. You knew it would drive Kid wild to see the bruising on your ass peek out from the legs of the shorts. Shorts was a strong word. They were closer to panties than shorts with the way your cheeks weren't completely covered. Heat didn't mind helping you. He would win, too, watching you slink around half-naked. You could feel Kid's eyes devour you from wherever he was. Another time, you wore a leather harness adorned with metal accents under your clothes, with panties to match. You knew Kid could sense the metal with his power and feel every curve along with your body heat. It was taking everything in him not to play with the metal bits, he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself. He was about to crack. What pushed him over the edge was the night you wore a metal butt plug and had a matching metallic egg in your pussy to dinner. Heat helped acquire the items from Kid's personal collection. Kid could feel every time you clenched to keep the egg from falling out and every time you squirmed for friction. He had broken out in a sweat on his forehead.

Kid was vulnerable to the obvious things. Killer was more difficult because his expressions were hidden and you couldn't tell if it was working. In the mornings you would ask if he needed to check and make sure you didn't heal the bruises. You took one of the shirts he had let you borrow and made it into a skin tight babydoll crop top with your fruit. You wore that, sans bra, and some little jean shorts once to help him in the kitchen, "accidentally" brushing against him whenever the opportunity arose. Another time, you enjoyed a popsicle when you were sunning yourself on deck while he happened to be at the helm. You about caused him to have a heart attack when one afternoon he came to prep dinner and found you sitting on the counter in a tiny skirt, legs parted just enough that he could see you didn't have panties on. What really got to him, was at the same diner that had Kid sweating, you sat across from him and rubbed at the crotch of his jeans with your feet. Heat let you in on a few fantasies that Killer had. 

What did Heat get out of it? Well, you let him know when the plan was going into action so he could watch, using your fruit to make a tiny peephole in the wall across from Kid's bed. 

Once you knew you had them, you excused yourself and let yourself into Kid's cabin. The smirk never left your face as you ran into Kid's closet to get one of his old feather coats. You were going to strip in the closet but wanted to pay Heat back appropriately. You donned Kid's coat and laid on his bed. You didn't have to wait long, as the door flew open and Kid stepped in with his first mate close behind. You didn't miss the way Kid's eyes widened slightly when he caught sight of his coat. 

"What the hell do ya think yer doing?"

"I don't know what you mean."

Kid grabbed your chin. "Ya know exactly what I mean, doll." 

You hummed with a smirk on your face, rolling on your back so the coat fell open.

Killer made a noise of appreciation before stripping his shirt and sliding behind you with his legs caging you in.

You almost regretted wearing Kid's coat because otherwise you would have been able to lean into Killer's bare chest. Still, you let your head rest on his shoulder, arching your back to push yourself up high enough to put your lips to his neck. The rough skin of his hands running down your body gave you goosebumps. They stopped to knead at your breasts, your hips, your thighs. It was clear Killer had a penchant for the fleshier parts of your body. Small moans left your lips as you pressed them against the skin of his neck, every so often giving him a nip. He moved your legs to rest on the outside of his, spreading you wide open. A thick finger circled your entrance, making you whine. 

Kid sat at the foot of the bed, sans clothing, lazily stroking himself and watching Killer play you like a fiddle, using his powers to alternate moving the egg and plug around. Fuck you looked so good wide open, pussy glistening and Killer had barely touched you. He wasn't going to give in to your teasing until he saw you laid out in his coat. There was no way he could let that image go to waste. As soon as Killer was done finger fucking you, he was going to dive in face first. Kid didn't understand how Killer held out this long without fucking you proper, but if you had taunted him as well as you taunted Kid, he was probably close to giving in.

Killer could feel his dick throb in his jeans, leaking precum. Every time he felt your cunt clench against his fingers, his cock strained against its confines. He could feel you squirm more and more against him as he worked a second and third finger in. The hand that wasn't occupied was lightly closed around your throat. He liked listening to the way your moans get raspier when he added pressure. 

"Killer... please." You rolled your hips into his hand, pressing your clit harder into his thumb. "M'close."

"Go ahead. Cum on my fingers. Cum so your captain can watch." 

The low voice in your ear and the breath ghosting the skin of your neck sent you crashing over the edge. "Oh f-uck, Kill-er." He held your legs open as they threatened to squeeze together. You twitched as he pulled his fingers back, opening your mouth so you could suck the juices from them. You whined when they didn't come, looking down to see Kid cleaning them off instead, leaving red stains at the base of Killer's fingers. You hadn't even felt him climb up the bed. 

Kid yanked you down a little so he could wrap his arms underneath your legs. "M'gonna wear this pussy like an oxygen mask," he said, more or less talking to himself. For a moment he took the time to appreciate the pink, glistening folds before him, engorged with the increased blood flow and the base of the plug snugly nestled between your cheeks. Then he went to work, groaning as the taste of your arousal hit his tongue. He wasn't kidding. Kid buried his face in your sex, dipping his tongue as deep as it would go, greedily lapping up the juices that spilled when you came. He moved the metallic egg in time with his rhythm, driving you insane. It made his cock hurt how badly he wanted to bury in your walls.

Your head rested on Killer's chest so you had a good view. It was a good thing Kid had you locked in place with his grip because you would be writhing all over the place with how intense the actions of his tongue and the use of his powers were. Every time you jerked away, he gave you a noise of displeasure, kind of a weak growl. The only time he withdrew his tongue was to bully your clit with it, making you buck when he grazed his teeth against it. Your previous orgasm made you incredibly sensitive, and he had you on the edge again already.

Killer was throughly enjoying how much you were enjoying yourself as he played with your breasts. He could tell by the way your breaths caught in your throat and the near incessant noises you were making, that you were close again. "Kid, she's gonna cum. Poor thing can't even form the words to tell you." 

You whined, but he was right. It was embarrassing how quickly you melted for them. The wave of tingling heat overcame you almost immediately after he said that. You felt a brief flood of wetness and heard sloppy sounds as Kid worked you through your orgasm. You panted hard and opened your eyes. You saw Kid put his googles back on his forehead, apparently having moved them down at some point. 

Kid saw you looking, "What? I was in the splash zone."

"I can't fucking stand you." You laughed. 

"Hah?! What was that?" Kid tugged you right out of his coat, flipping you onto your stomach. He teased the butt plug and egg in and out a few times, before removing the egg completely and putting the plug firmly back in its place, earning a squeak from you. "Tsk, wee mouse is overstimulated, is she?"

Killer tossed the coat aside and scooted further down the bed. He grabbed you and laid back flat, so your chests were flush. Then you felt Kid on top of you. His weight sandwiching you against Killer was making you wild. If only Killer would take his pants off, it would be perfect. Kid hiked one of your legs up, burying himself in you. You both groaned at the feeling. 

"I can still feel ya twitching on my cock, dirty lass," Kid teased. "Tell Killer how good I make ya feel. Maybe he'll finally let ya have it." 

You buried your face in Killer's neck, moaning, as Kid started to fuck you. "Feels so good to be f-fucked by a big c-cock." You attacked the other side of Killer's neck so that he would marks to match the ones you had left earlier, taking breaks to moan dirty things in his ear. "Don't you w-wanna stretch me out, too?" You rubbed your hand against the hardness in his jeans. "Please. Please let me." You moaned louder briefly at a particularly hard thrust from Kid. "I love w-hen Cap'n makes me cum all over his c-cock." Even your own dirty words were affecting you. "Let me c-um on your cock, K-Killer." After that, you couldn't form any more sentences. Kid's brutal thrusts had you screaming into Killer's shoulder. 

You felt Killer grab your wrist and guide your hand to his length, which at some point, had been partially freed. It was still within his underwear, though it was much more manageable when it wasn't under the tough denim. Gripping him through the fabric, you jerked him off. You could feel his girth pulse under your hand. Just thinking about having it inside you made your pussy clench. You whined in protest when Kid repositioned you, tugging your hips up and back, pushing your top half down. You couldn't wrap your hand around Killer at this angle, and with the way Kid was pounding your cervix into oblivion, at the same time playing with the plug, however you could feel Killer's erection against your stomach. Under your own cries of pleasure, you could hear soft huffs from under Killer's mask as the motions of Kid fucking you caused your stomach to rub against Killer. You felt his hips move as he rubbed himself against you even more. There was something so erotic about him so desperate to get off that he was thrusting against your stomach. That in itself caused the coil in your core to tighten, but when you heard him moan and felt his cock throb against you with a sticky sensation spreading on your skin, the coil snapped. 

This orgasm was the most powerful one of the three that they managed to give you. You shook as the pleasure took over your body, cunt gripping Kid so tightly that it forced him to his own climax. He pulled your hips tightly to him and ground his cock up into you harder. Your mixed fluids spilled onto your thighs. You could feel your walls flutter with aftershocks. Rolling  off Killer to the space next to him, you looked down at the mess on your stomach. 

"Damn, Killer," You said, looking at the mess on his own stomach to match. Kid spread your knees to look at his fine work and bent down to press his tongue into your overly sensitive clit. You jumped and he laughed at you before trailing his tongue up to lick a stripe through Killer's semen. 

Kid stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Ya wouldn't get so pent up like that if ya let one of us take care of ya more often." He looked like he was in thought.

You looked up at Killer. Smug with the fact that not only did you tempt him but you did it enough that he let you touch him, too.

He seemed to know what you were thinking and sat up, running a hand over your cheek. "Soon, breadcrumb." 

You were both startled when Kid banged his fist against the wall. "Heat! Ya fuckin pervert!" Kid could sense the various metals that made up his outfit, caught the same way he caught you. He touched the small peephole. Kid squinted. "What's this?" He immediately rounded on you. "Yer a sneaky one. Now I get it." 

Killer cocked his head to the side, intrigued by Kid's outburst. 

Kid continued, "Yer working with Heat!" He looked at Killer. "Heat was helping her behind the scenes and she made it easier for him to watch in exchange!" Kid laughed darkly. "So that's how ya got yer hands on this," Kid used his magnetism to move the butt plug, getting you to yelp again. Kid nodded, clearly thinking about what to do with this information. He looked at you. "Ya wanna wear it so bad? Ya can keep it in until I tell ya to take it out." 

It turned out, Kid had Heat in the same situation as you. Realizing it when you both paused at the same moments during the day when Kid decided to fuck with you, trying to contain twitches and moans. Or at meal times when you both jumped in your seat. One particularly good moment, which Kid was quite proud of, was when he made you and Heat spar, playing with both of you while you fought. He could tell you both went off somewhere together afterwards, probably to relieve each other. He released you from the punishment after that, satisfied with the show he got. 

Next Chapter

[roadkillremi]

Gothic/Punk/Grunge Reader Dating Scream Headcannons

Warnings : language, mentions Ghostface, mentions of bullying, underaged drinking mentioned

MasterList

Billy Loomis

He likes your sense of music and how you like the weird and darkness. Music in the car with him is super fun to listen to. He's more of a rock guy but would listen to goth/metal/grunge. Punk is iffy with him.

You two always watch scary movies together. You remind him of the girls from The Craft (👀 if you know you know).

He doesn't like that it may take you longer to get ready. He huffs and watches you do your hair/makeup. "Do you need that much hairspray?-" he'd ask, cringing at the smell of it. You'd give him a look before using more.

He enjoys that people see you as a threat. He finds it amusing and likes watching others react to you. Especially freshmen in high school, they seem terrified. Sometimes when Billy's behind you as you walk by them he goes "Boo." In a stern voice.

Your fashion. He adores it in an odd way. He watches you layer on a million accessories, sleeves, fishnets, etc. And goes, "you're gonna melt out there-". When he's right he helps de-layer you if you want. He likes dresses and skirts, he's a typical guy and likes it more if it's shorter. If he finds any weird jewelry he might get for you. Or he'll pull you over if you're with him. "look. It has bats." He acts like he doesn't care but he does.

When you first met Billy you thought he was some normal guy. He was popular and slept with a lot of girls. You ignored him a lot which made him more determined. Once you got to talk to him you realized he was cool. He said you reminded him of Elvira and that got your attention. You both ran into each other at Bradley's video. You also both fought over movies ; "It's cheesy-", "No. It's not. It's romantic!", "he's a vampire-".

Hair dying/stick and poke tattoos. He'll help you with the hair dye. But puts towels down everywhere and wears gloves. He doesn't want it in his hair or on him. He makes psycho movie jokes as he watches the hair dye go down the drain. Stick and poke tattoos at first he'd watch you. He'd stare so intensely. Then he'd offer to do it, he'd watch your face react to the needle.

Billy's the kind of guy that remembers small details. He knows your favorite movie, snack, album, outfit, blanket. He doesn't open up like ever. Once you do he may drop little snippets of his life.

Him being Ghostface. You were surprised, he seemed like a nice guy that liked weird things. Before you knew he was Ghostface, Ghostface would call you... A lot. "So what's your favorite scary movie?", "I'm not telling you that. You're a stranger.", "Come on.", "The Craft.", "That's not a scary movie.", "I know.". He knew you were intelligent but didn't know how you'd handle Ghostface. "Why? Wanna ask me out on a date?", "Maybe," "Well too bad I have a boyfriend and he's kinda scary so back off , bitch.". Billy smiled to himself when you said that, he was proud and felt loved. During Act 3 when he unmasked himself you simply stared. Billy just smiled, "You find this attractive don't you?"

Stu Macher

Stu is very supportive of your weirdness. He buys you clothes and jewelry and weird trinkets.

He himself isn't a very alt person. Your music tastes clash and it's kinda funny. One second it's Beasty Boys the next it's The Cure. He may like some rock and some punk.

You in fishnets are his weakness. Big thighs, small thighs, thighs with scars, thighs with hair, he doesn't care. Fishnets are sexy to him. He sees them, he goes feral. Especially if you're wearing shorts or a skirt with them. Even tights and thigh high stockings get him excited.

Dying hair is too much fun with him. You two get it everywhere and Stu ends up having some in his hair. You'd bleach it for him if he wants. He'd also pick out wacky hair colors for you. If you want he'd gel your hair into weird shapes. He laughs and giggles telling you not to look. Let's just say his dad runs out of hair gel.

He jokingly paints his nails black with you. If Billy makes a remark he'd go, "It's the new style. Get with it man!". He's also the man that'd blow on your nails to dry them.

He'd watch scary movies with you. But he talks a lot. He makes remarks during the whole thing. Sometimes you have to shut him up by handing him a beer.

He lets you decorate his house for Halloween. He's definitely more of a Christmas person but he makes a big deal out of Halloween for you. When he throws his Halloween party he gives you all the credit.

If people at school or wherever make remarks he laughs. Not because he agrees but because it's funny they'd think that. If someone calls you a devil worshiper he'd stick his tongue out and say, "Yeah and I'm the devil.". When he's drunk he asks you if you're a Satanist.

He has a morbid and dark humor. Some of you may enjoy that about him.

When Stu started liking you, you were a bit taken back. Like Billy, Stu is a popular guy. But he finds you attractive and genuine unlike Casey, his ex. He'd ask you stupid questions at first ; "Who's funeral?", "Are you depressed or something?". When he realized that only pushed you away he stopped.

If your parents don't like the fact you're goth/alt. Stu would quite literally tell them to shut up. He kinda hates it when other people tell you how to dress. It reminds him of his stuck up family telling him how to dress.

He thinks it's fun to see you do your makeup. He makes shape-shifting jokes, "Oh here they go. Turning into their true form.". Sometimes he'd make jokes about you doing his makeup. Then one day you do, he just mumbles "Please don't tell Billy.". He then poses in the mirror going "I'm so sexy.".

Stu is a Saturday morning cartoon kinda guy. But when you two are together Saturday mornings it's different stuff. The Munsters, Addams Family (Series), Beetlejuice (Series). Beetlejuice is his favorite though.

Him as Ghostface. He'd prank call you. Unlike Billy above who tested you. He'd go, "Nice PJs." While watching you in your house. He'd see it more as a game of hide and seek. He wouldn't actually hurt you, just scare you. During Act 3 when he unmasks himself, it's a bit shocking. I mean Stu is a caring goofy guy. He smiles widely at you and looks a bit crazed.

Tatum Riley

Her music genre is totally different. She won't bash your music taste but she doesn't like it. You two are total opposites and everyone thinks it's adorable.

She's definitely the person to go, "I dress you up and you dress me up!". You both have fun styling each other.

Movie nights would be difficult to agree on. You both like different types of movies but Tatum would definitely love Elvira. She'd be down for a drama thriller. She makes popcorn and gets blankets and is all cozy.

She's the type of girl to give you a bracelet of hers to wear. It's the only pop of bright color. It's her way of claiming you.

She'd definitely paint your nails black for you. Dying hair, totally! She wouldn't be as messy as Stu though. You both do your makeup at the exact same time. Sometimes the mirror gets crowded, but she claims she enjoys doing it with you.

She'd get you weird yet cute gifts. Like those stuffed animals but is a skeleton.

She loves to show off your sense of style. She isn't embarrassed by you at all. If anything she's your guard dog. If anyone made a remark ; "What'd you say? That's what I thought keep it to yourself. Maybe it'll make your dick grow bigger.".

Mall trips are a must with her, she even goes into a hot topic for you. And you go into stores she wants to. She tries to help find your style of clothes. You two also style each other's jewelry.

It wasn't exactly obvious she liked you but there were hints. She used Stu as her man on the inside. She makes him ask you about your crush and stuff like that. He soon gets fed up and reveals her secret. She yells that she was gonna tell you but wasn't sure. (Especially if you're a Fem reader. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't date girls.).

You go costume shopping for Halloween together. She's more in the sexy side of the spectrum of costumes.

Sydney Prescott

Sydney found you interesting. You expressed yourself and she enjoyed that. Like Tatum, both of your styles clash. Her room is pink, white, and soft, while yours isn't.

She doesn't really care what people say about you. she rolls her eyes at people and sends Tatum after them She wants to know you for herself. When Sydney's mom died you stood up for her. When all those girls or whatever thought it was her. You two bonded over feeling like a misfit.

Sydney's not a scary movie girl. She would watch the Addams family, Munsters, Elvira, Vampira, stuff like that.

After Ghostface, assuming you'd survive. You two stuck together. She was more protective and aware.

Scream 2 - (If Fem) You two would dorm together. Not for naughty reasons. For safety. She's also the type of girl to get you pepper spray. (If Masc) she'd check on you and call you. She wants to make sure you got back safe.

Scream 3 - she knew you were into scary and weird movies. So it was a bit exciting to be in Hollywood for you. But not under the circumstances.

Randy Meeks

You definitely were on his suspect list. He couldn't explain why you just were.

He was a bit scared of you at first. You never did anything to frighten him. But Randy looks like he's scared of anyone he's attracted to.

You weren't very surprised when he told you he liked you. It was obvious.

He definitely took note of your video rentals at work. Then he'd ask for your opinion, it was the only reason why he had the courage to talk to you.

He likes your sense of style. I mean he's a fashionista himself with his matching green shirt and shoes. He finds it cool and reminds him of his horror movies. Like Stu, he would go feral for any skin showing. Fishnets too. I feel like leather and chains also. It may or may not be kinky but he likes them on you.

When you ask him for help to dye your hair. He asks Tatum for help. She tells him to read the instructions ; "I did. They're stupid. So I just soak their hair with it and wait. Okay got it." Then a couple minutes later ; "Will it stain my skin..? I may have got some on my face.".

Randy doesn't mind being with you in public. If anyone said anything to you he'd mock them. Or do a stupid voice or impression of a character. There's no telling with him.

He watches you do your makeup sometimes. When he does he seems impressed. Like Stu, he thinks you're a shape shifter.

You two love your weird scary movies. You watch them all the time. Randy is just happy to be with someone who enjoys it. He's a cuddler too! He'd cuddle you while you watch your movies.

At Halloween you two thrive. It's you guy's favorite time of the year. Couple costumes are a must. He also still goes trick or treating.

When Ghostface starts killing you two stick together. While he's at work you're chilling with him. If anything strange happens he tells you to call him. At Stus party he warns you ahead of time.

Scream 2 : (if Masc) oh you two definitely formed together. And he took advantage of it. Though your room decor doesn't match his. It was perfect. (If Fem)he practically lived in your dorm. Sydney would have to tell him to leave sometimes.

He's the boyfriend to give you a taser. Not a small one. A police grade taser.

He still shows you off. Now that he's more confident hes more of a guard dog like. He also says he wants to make a movie with a main character like you.

[skywlker-sluvtt]

💌 with ani? 😏

YOU GOT ME EXCITEDDD FOR THIS ONE JELLY. IT'S GIVING AOTC ANI VIBES 😮‍💨

anakin x afab!reader 18+ below the cut nsfw emoji ask game

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

receiving:

✧ this little shit LOVES getting photos of you naked. his absolute favourites are your tits though. one day he received a photo of your tits covered in oil and he almost blew his load right then and there.

✧ anakin likes to egg you on and dirty talk you over messages. majority of it is him telling you all the things he wants to do to you.

✧ "i wanna put my dick between those fat tits and have you fuck me with them until i cum" he always wants to compliment you and let you know he appreciates the photos. also shows his appreciation by showing you the pretty mess he made <3

✧ he's not shy about "requesting" you send him certain things. he wants all kinds of different poses and different colours of lingerie strapped to your body. you once joke to him that you must be his favourite holo-pornstar and he loves that concept.

✧ anakin gets to a point where he doesn't really bat an eye before asking for something when you've both been texting a while. another of his favourites are of your ass, especially if you had a cute butt plug in (bro someone actually needs to give me the blue juice)

sending:

✧ anakin sends you videos of him jacking off for you often 😏

✧ if you wanna know how it sounds when he sends these videos/audios here is my favourite example (nsfw audio btw)

✧ i like to think that he sends videos for you occasionally when he's in his private quarters. sometimes it's just him jacking off in the dark and you can only partially make out his hand wrapped around himself. or he goes full pornstar mode and gives you an entire, full-brightness show.

✧ he honestly feels gross about it but as i've talked about before anakin likes feeling like a pervert. he worries that somehow his master knows he sends these to you, or that the jedi council has some sort of device to intercept everything he sends you. maybe he'll be kicked out of the order for it. he knows it's not true but deep down he wants someone to know he's a horny little fuck. CAUSE ANAKIN IS A PERVERT.

✧ you like to tease him about how horny he gets. asking him "couldn't wait for me just one more day? are you really that needy?" but you love the videos, can't get enough of them actually.

✧ anakin takes a lot of pleasure in these exchanges. now he knows that you think of him when he's planets away and it satisfies him in a way he can't explain.

omg the concept was there but i feel like i didn't write as much as i could've 😭