#headcanons shared with goth

[nocusbonkus]

My personal heartsteel relationship chart 😭🫶

[brainrotgoverner]

Hello! Just here to say that I've read all three of your Cinderella Boy fanfictions and... You're doing the Lord's work. The mistletoe one was really good and I was unsurprised to see it was written by you considering Rusty Teeth.

Looking forward to find more from you in this fandom, even though I'm not caught up to fast pass yet!

OMG HELLO!!! Thank you so much! I'm really glad you liked my work ^^ (and yeah I'm really jumping from trope to trope XD) I'm so glad to hear you liked Misteletoe on Valentine's day!!! It's one of the works im less confident in XD

I don't have fast pass either AND WE ARE VALID ONE FAY I WILL SEE HOW BUDDY LOOKS IN CATBOY CLOTHES LIKE THE COVER PHOTO SHOWS 😭 And I will be looking forward to hearing more from you!

[technically-human]

goth agent stone is something i've been spinning in my head for the past couple weeks... i've been into goth for, oh my god around a decade now (albeit on and off) so i hope you don't mind if i ramble some thoughts at you as a jumping off point? it's a bit of a niche headcanon so i'm delighted to share it with someone ;; this is a bit of a long one sorry so feel free to ignore it lol i won't be offended

i can imagine stone as having quite a corp goth lean: pinstripe pencil skirts, black trench coat over a suit, cat eye sunglasses, eyeliner!! that sort of thing. not all that different to what he usually wears, just... spookier! i can imagine him in a lot of black leather too, given the whole motorcyclist thing. robotnik might be similar but with more DRAMA. he's a supervillain he's got style he's got flair he's got ribcage patterns sewn into his jacket.

and since stone's someone who sews (and is clearly quite good at it) he'd have so much freedom!! can't find the perfect ruffly blouse? make one! in the '80s especially goth fashion was about hand me downs and DIY he'd be so at home

as for music!! that's the real heart of it. i can imagine them both enjoying the classic, 80s goth roots type of music but i've always pictured robotnik as having an industrial/metal/rock lean. stone feels like he'd be happy listening to whatever robotnik wants to listen to, honestly, as well as some of the dreamier stuff like cocteau twins. music to sway and yearn to.

but uhh anyway if you want a peek into goth culture i'd recommend watching or reading interviews with bands like specimen and fans at the bat cave or just on the street, there were a lot of news outlets that interviewed goths back when it was this really crazy new thing. i'm especially fascinated by the ones from the '80s but there's some excellent modern bands too :-3 and for a look into '90s and 2000s goth there's of herbs and altars' storytimes, please mind the content warnings on them because they're quite heavy but i credit dorian with getting me back into goth after i'd basically abandoned it in my teens.

i did a little happy dance when i saw you were thinking of looking into this stuff, i'm very passionate and this is really just scratching the surface. i could go on and on as all my friends are very aware ;; but i'll stop now. thank you so much if you read all this

Rambling is a love language and I would never ignore someone rambling at me. Feel free to ramble more, even! My DMs are open if you'd prefer!

This goes to everyone, actually. I am very very shy and socially awkward, but I ADORE IT when people talk to me about stuff they love. Everyone is welcome to! I love listening, as my girlfriend would tell you, and I love learning. No excuse needed, you can pop up like "hey I feel like talking about polar bears" and I'll pay attention.

That being said ohoho, this is great! Taking notes, taking notes, thank you so much! I can tell you've put a lot of thought into it. I do agree Robotnik would be far more dramatic with his clothes kinda like that scene in Megaming where he gets his evil outfit ready and I wouldn't be surprised if Stone is the one designing his outfits!

I can also picture this:

[gay-dorito-dust]

This is my first ask for anything so forgive me in advance.

I was wondering if you'd have any gender neutral headcanons for Bob with a reader who's goth. Like a Addams Morticia and Gomez kind who looks haunting but is generally so sweet to everyone in this strange way. Readers absolutely down bad for Bob.

"Goth bad bitch I got by being autistic "

🫵👁👁👍 tysm ima go evaporate.

You and bob were jarring to look at side by side, not in a bad way, but more so in a way of curiosity of how your clashing aesthetics oddly complimented each other in a way.

However to those that knew you were aware that you were the sweetest person they've ever met, even if you did look as though you had come out of an Addams Family movie, and that was not to mention the fact that you'd often treat those closest to you in a uniuqe expression of affection.

Some of which includes being given throneless black roses, taxerdermied animals in funny outfits, home decore that is heavily assosiated with death or the afterlife, insecets submerged in amber, vertibrae bracelets, skull shaoed candel holders and even a weighted plushy of a death's head hawk moth and or bat.

your unique kind of sweetness might not be to everyone's taste but your gestures of kindess and concern for your friends well being wasn't lost on them at all, some even finding humour when you give them a taxerdermy gerbal in a fancy suit, cane and top hat or a card that said 'i'd help you cover up a murder' or 'i hope we have a shared coffin as there's no one rather be six feet underground with then you.'

to your darkness there was a sweetness that couldn't be denied as you have given each thunderbolt a morbid gift that you thought suited them.

For Yelena you had given her a selection of ear jewlery of daggers, roses morphed into skulls, the sythe of the grim reaper and more when she had told you she was in needed of more.

For Ava you had given her mini ghost figurines that line her shelves, a play on the fact that her name was 'ghost' and you saw her groan upon getting them, but the smile that followed after her playful slap to your arm told you that your gift was more then appreciated.

For John you had given him a pocket bat gnome for no particular reason at all, yet now and tehn you would see him hold the little pocket plush in his hand, squeezing it now and then when he felt the need to worsen his mental state by looking online. it brought him an odd sense of comfort that he will never admit to you but it was clear to see whenever he pulls out his keys, the bat gnome was there, ever present.

For Alexei you had gotten him shot glasses in the shapes of skulls, bats or a regular beer glass with similar designs for whenever he treated himself to a celebratory drink or two. You were given a bone crushing hug from the man as he laughs wholeheartedly in your ear, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.

now as for Bob you were incredibly infatuated with the man who could barely watch a horror movie without burring his head into your shoulder, the man who always complimented your look even if you dressed like you were going to kill someone, all the while with an adorbale puppylove within his big blue eyes.

you couldn't help yourself but find everything he did to be something spectacular, even if it was simply washing the dishes, reading self help books or toying with the seelves of his baggy sweater out of nervous habbit, biting his bottom lip.

anything he did was precious to you and you didn't want to waste a single second no worshiping the ground he walked upon, kiss the back of his hands, kiss his forehead and whisper words of affection agaisnt him when his mind told him otherwise. even if your words of affection consisted of how you'd walk through the valley of death for him, hoping to join your souls in elysium forever, never to part from one another like you never did in life.

you didn't dare think about parting from his side, only doing so when when he required his own space, but otherwise you were locking your arms with his as you wandered through the halls of the Watchtower close together. the mere thought of parting from Bob pained your heart and you'd act like a mourner when he leaves your sight for five seconds, you literally wore a funeral outfit when Bob left your side for just about anything.

'my heart has been shredded in two, never to be put back together becuase the pieces are so small, so incapable of fitting together again as the love of my life has left me on my lonesome.' - you when Bob had to get something from his room, he even gave you a kiss on the forehead, telling you he'd be back but the second he stepped out of the room you were inconsolable.

so when Bob does come back with what he needs, you've latched onto him and burry your face within his neck while the man is smiling sheepishly, rubbing your back as he holds you close as whispered that he would never take that long again.

Bob was not use to having someone like you in his life to love him and act as if any amount of ditance between you two was heartbreaking for you, and looking at him as though he was more then he gave himself credit for, holding his face between your hands and like you haven't seen him in a while and commiting every part of his face to your memory in the unfortunate event you would forget what he looked like.

even though you both knew you never would, how could you forget the face, the laugh and the smile of a man whom you love with your whole heart so easily becuase that didn't sound like you at all. not one bit.

many wonder how Bob managed to have you, but you were quick to tell them that it was him who had managed to hook you with his kindess, his sweet soul, his beauitful heart and his ability to extend the hand towards those who needed it despite suffering his own battles.

You were taken the moment that Bob had given you flowers that unfortunately dried up and died, yet you loved them regardless and had them put in a photoframe that remained on your bedside table to this day, amongst other things that he had given you since that fateful day.

there wasn't a words that left your lips that didn't contain Bob's name in someway, talking about how beautiful he was, how generous he was and yet how powerful he was when doing simple tasks that displayed the strength that no average human possesed, a Hercules like figure if you will but without the demi-god status, but a man delt a tragic man and came out of it an even brighter version of himself despite the trials and tribulations he went through.

His heart still bleeds kindness, his smlie brought you joy and life within your chest, his touch brough air to your lungs and his eyes allowed you to know where home was whcih was with him and in his arms, basking in his warmth as you allowed his light to shine on your darkest days.

you loved Bob so deeply you fear that the broken heart that would follow from it would kill you, yet there was reassurance that you would find him again in the infinate lives you'll both share in differrent universes, whether he was still called Bob or gone by another name, he would still be yours becuase you will it so and demnad that fate let you have this one simple ask; to always allow you to be by Bob's side.

not becuase you didn't think he could surivive without you, you knew he could as he was the strongest man you've ever loved in a long, long time. you merely ask the universe, ask fate this because you couldn't see yourself without him.

Bob was happy that he had you, he didn't mind you clining onto him like you do, for you always gave him the space to breath when needed but even then Bob just wants you to be close by. He could never feel down when you were there telling him that you'd much rather commit arson then ever say goodbye to him, a weird thing to say but Bob knew that this was just you being passionate about him.

'i'd kill for you my love.' you tell him. 'i wouldn't let a single thing hurt you or threaten you, as i would gladly die for you if you so ask me to as well as live for you if you pleaded me to. whatever you want from me will forever be yours without question.' you finished as you ran your fingers through his hair, admiring how soft and fluffy it was as it slipped through your fingertips.

'i could never ask you to such lengths for me.' he tells you, knowing that you weren't joking when saying that you'd kill for him should he show a distate for someone. To have someone do something without much of a reason other then your lover told you to do so wasn't a fate Bob wanted for you, he didn't want your hands stained in blood for him as he'd much rather just be here with you in your shared bed; thankful that you get to do so and lull him to sleep like you always did with your protective presence.

'i know my love,' you replied, 'i'm just merely putting out the extents i'd go for you, but if you only wish me to be here for you then here for you i will be forever and always.'

Bob grabs your free hand, intertwine your fingers as he placed it on his chest, where you could feel his heart beat, before kissing it as he looked at you with such softness it took the air from your lungs. 'then i want you to stay, here, with me and like this even when we're old ang grey, please.'

you smile and kissed the tip of his nose, then across his forehead, then back down his nose until you pecked his lip softly as you rested your forehead against his own. ‘Then here I will stay, until we’re old and grey and the grim reaper allows us a final moment because even death wouldn’t dare tear a love as pure as ours apart, granting us the possibility of finding one another again and again until forever ends.’

‘Until forever ends.’ Bob echoed, closing his eyes as he allowed himself this happiness that he thought he’d never get, happy to have been proven wrong as he finally got to say that he had been loved

[luvingjeanie]

headcanons | ryohei arisu

author’s note: i started aib and ohmygod this man, smut hc’s are definitely ooc but i just need him so bad so i’m feeding my own delusions.

warnings: nothing much, just my first time writing smut hc’s😭

synopsis: pre-borderlands hc’s! also this is LONGGG, i have too many thoughts.

smut hc’s are definitely ooc. realistically he’s gonna be a nervous wreck but let me pretend.

not proof read

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ pre-borderlands

♡ he’s a loser, you know it, he knows it, his friends know it, and his father definitely does. but it makes him all the more endearing.

♡ he’s so, so nervous at first, but once you both grow more comfortable in your relationship he’s giving into your every wish, genuinely at your beck and call. you’re his whole world and he just wants to make you happy <3

♡ he’s a little gamer! mainly pc (unfortunately, i’m a ps5 girly) but he knows his stuff. definitely uses emulators to play games like resident evil and the last of us.

♡ he prefers online shooters and stuff, but he doesn’t mind story based games if they’re more action based, like re4.

♡ i think he’d prefer a girlfriend who doesn’t mind video games (or loves them like him) so you can play together and talk about games :(

♡ would definitely emulate it takes two on both his pc and yours so you could play together, it’s such a cutesy little couple game! you guys would have a blast playing together! :(

♡ if you had a console best believe he’s using it for at least an hour every time he’s over, won’t admit it’s better than his PC but you both know it’s what he’s thinking.

♡ loves it when you sit in his lap while he plays :( and you love it too.

♡ arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his controller on your thighs, chin on your shoulder as he plays, but he always gets distracted, giving you the attention you want so easily, kissing your neck gently, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs and hips as he whispers in your ear.

♡ i can’t imagine he uses pet names often, if he does they’re classics like ‘baby’ and ‘babe’.

♡ “Baby, you wanna hop on call for a bit?” he texts you at least once a day every night you aren’t together, he ends up screen sharing a movie or show you can watch together.

♡ is also a boyfriend that makes you watch him play i’m so sorry but he just is. you see him rage far too often over COD.

♡ loves it when you call him ‘honey’, just does it for him.

♡ he’s a nerd so that definitely extends to different parts of his life other than video games, when you go shopping you always end up browsing new posters, figurines, and mangas.

♡ AOT is my favourite anime/manga so i’m gonna hc that it’s his too! ;)

♡ his favourite character is eren. without a doubt, just thinks he’s so cool, and absolutely loses his mind when he sees him turn into the attack titan for the first time, “Babe! Fucking look, that’s so cool!-“

♡ thinks you’re so pretty. while girls loved karube, the same couldn’t be said for him. in the show he’s in his 20s so i won’t say he’s a virgin, but definitely not super experienced.

♡ just can’t believe he has a girlfriend as pretty as you, no matter what you look like, goth, emo, a girl who loves to dress up and wear makeup, or if you prefer dressing down he thinks you’re so stunning.

♡ “you’re the prettiest girl ever.” (literal heart eyes)

♡ “your makeup looks really nice, baby :)”

♡ *stares at you in the mirror while you brush your hair.*

♡ “baby can you play a game with me, i’m bored :(.”

♡ dates are super lowkey! but you both love it that way.

♡ walks in parks, cinema dates, shopping dates, lazy days on the couch or in his bed watching movies are the most common ones.

♡ he does splurge on an actual restaurant for anniversary’s and valentines and your birthday with whatever little money he has.

♡ dresses up on those days too! He’ll wear a plain black shirt or white button up (whatever is more appropriate) instead of a graphic tee and some nice jeans or black slacks (he steals them from his brother.)

♡ for gifts he also keeps in lowkey, and so do you! you both can’t afford much so you just appreciate what the other gets you.

♡ he gets you little figures and posters he thinks you’ll like, or plushies! if you like makeup he’ll splurge a tad and get you a nice lipgloss you said you’ve been wanting.

♡ is definitely a boyfriend who gets gifts catered to your interests and things you like rather than buying you stuff he thinks all girls like.

♡ just over all very thoughtful, sweet, and very very handsome even though he refuses to believe it.

♡ pre-borderlands smut hc’s

♡ isn’t a virgin, but not experienced. one or two bodies before you i’d guess.

♡ let’s talk abt his dick 🤭

♡ he’s above average, but not insanely big. 6 inches, decently girthy but not so much so that it would hurt. it’s so pretty. a perfect size, two toned, a few veins and perfectly straight.

♡ i see far too many people hc him as a sub, but i honestly don’t see that, he’s neither and doesn’t have much of an interest in power dynamics

♡ you’re his equal, his baby, why would he wanna control you in anyway? :(

♡ such a titty guy. he is’t picky about size, but loves the way yours sit so pretty.

♡ soft pecks slowly grow into heated and lustfully heavy touching above your clothes, his big hands and lithe fingers shyly manoeuvring under your top. Inching their way up your soft flesh, they always find your breasts, caressing them gingerly as he softly loves on you.

♡ positions are nothing crazy, he loves classic missionary sometimes, just staring into your eyes, watching your face contort as you whine and moan. god you just look so good.

♡ but he also loves prone bone, getting you on your stomach, sliding himself in, slowly, almost torturously so. he fills you to the hilt, groaning into your ear softly as your bodies press together, sharing their warmth. he props himself up on his elbows, thrusting into you gently and slowly. he wants to savour every moment. without a doubt, he always brushes your hair away from your face, putting a large hand under you chin to crane your neck around to him, kissing you slowly as he fucks you into the mattress.

♡ bro LOVESSS head. like so bad. he loves giving, of course, he’s never been much of a ladykiller, so knowing he’s able to please you drives him mad.

♡ but he’s always down for you to suck his dick. he prefers laying with his back propped against the headboard, letting you work away. with a hand gripping your hair, or caressing the back of your head, and his other hand behind his own head, his mouth agape and eyes fluttering closed.

♡ on certain days, he thrusts up into your mouth, but poor boy always ends up feeling a bit bad :(

♡ ohgod and his fingers.

♡ long, lithe, slender. his hands are dexterous, soft and not overly calloused. anytime he uses them on you, he has you laying beside him whilst he leans over you, pumping them in and out, his thumb giving all it’s attention to your clit.

♡ the dirty talk is light, just filled with praise and light teasing

♡ he’s just too soft with you, he could never degrade you in the slightest.

♡ “attagirl, baby.”

♡”doing so good f’me.”

♡”you look so pretty, baby, my pretty girl.”

♡”makin’ me feel so good.”

♡ and just strings of curses as he praises and loves on you

♡ he’s just too good to you :(

[avocado-writing]

Wade Wilson x Reader

Wade x Sweet Reader

Girls' Night

Pegging*

Fictional Crushes

Reader Who Forgets Things

Mileena!Reader

Wade Finds Out You're A Mutant

Fucking in the Suit*

Logan Howlett x Reader

say you'll remember me* ♥ & pt 2 everything stays but it still changes*♥

Morning Sex*

Taking Your Undies*

Logan Proposing*

Weather Detector

Chains

Lingerie With His Name on It*

Comforting

cutman* ♥

Broken People*

The Place Where The Pages Meet* ♥

Sub!Logan*

Shy!Reader

Taking Care of Him During a Rut*

Worst Wolverine Finds His Wife!Reader Again

Logan With a Newborn

Somno with Old Man Logan*

Pussy Drunk*

Calling you Daddy*

Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson

Sharing You*

Dp & W Taking Your Virginity*

Making Wade Watch*

Top 5 Kinks*

Sunshiney Reader Comes Home Sad & pt2

Eiffel Tower*

Saving You & pt2

Patching Them Up

Pegging HCs*

Stopping Mid-Sex*

Swimsuit

Car Fight* ♥

Pregnancy Headcanons

Reader Hurt During a Fight

Sick Reader

Reader Who's Secretly Kinky*

Goth!Reader*

Spanking*

Logan in Panties*

You & Wade Looking after Logan in a Rut*

Shy!Reader Gets Irritated

Wade's Label Maker

Sex Pollen* ♥

Birthday*

Various Prompts:

smut prompts x x x x x x x

Reader Who Has a Kid

Kinktober 2024*

cuddling prompts x

quiet acts of love prompts x x x x x x x x

[kaivenom]

Hii :), how are you? Can i request a sfw headcanons for shanks, crocodile and mihawk with a so with a bad period and bad personality during it? (sorry for my english)

The One Piece men DILFs reader with their bad period cramps and an awful personality HCS

Characters: Mihawk, Crocodile and Shanks

A/N: i am good and i hope you are too.

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

He assumes you need space so he gives you that.

But the thing is that you want him to be on your side, you want him to baby you.

So, with your bad cramps and your bad mood, you managed to get Up and go to the kitchen, your anger being stronger than the pain.

"Stupid swordsman good for nothing, i am bleeding and feeling like dying and you are here reading a book." He got really surprised and even a little scared.

"I thought that because that are women things you would be too embarrased to share It and i am sure i would be interrupting your process." He tried to excuse himself.

"What, i am your woman, the least i want from you in this situation IS some type of lovely words, but i got nothing and i really need that."

"I see your point."

You were really frustated and your knees were starting to feel weak so you head back to bed.

Half hour later a knock on your door made you open your eyes a little. It was Mihawk with some drinks and something that looked like a hot bag.

He sat next to you and kissed your forehead carefully. He took cup of water and put some medicine on It.

"I am sorry my love, i thought you need space but know that i saw my mistake, i learned for the next times. I have medicine, sweats, drinks and this Hot thing" you looked at him curious. "I had to call Perona and she told me and that maybe a feet massage can give you a better mood"

You poked his nose, still a little angry from before and the kissed his cheek to lay on bed, ready for his treatment.

Which included kisses, massages, treats, words of reinforcement and guilt from his side.

Sr. Crocodile

He buys you everything you want, but due to the situation of the moment, you wouldnt be able to wish anything more that stop the pain.

He didn't catch It at first, he thought that with the most expensive pill and the special drinks from his rich doctor you would be good and end of subject.

But you were also in a bad mood cause you wanted him to care a little more.

When he asked some of his female co-workers to go and see how you were going, he overhead something.

"That crackhead hook guy, how can he think that only with pills i feel better?, i do but he is my partner, i want him to really care."

Then he asked the coworker about these things and came with a plan.

"Get Up woman."

"Another pill?"

"No, a new treatment."

He guided you to the bathroom to realize that a hot bubble bath was running, chocolate, candles.

"You heard."

"Of course i heard, you were yelling... And of course i care about you, nobody else stays Alive after telling those things about me."

You laughed and goth into the wáter, waiting for him to join.

Akagami Shanks

Even with the pain you wanted to be of worth for the crew, being a woman in an all men ship makes you have to gain your place.

So, you didn't told Shanks but the signs were there: small faints, weak knees, really bad face, yelling at everyone, mood changes...

"Really, Who was the idiota that put the rope here, i almost tripped, if i catch him i Will break his legs and then i Will..." And you started to cry.

That moment your behaviour was too extreme to the crew, so Shanks asked you and you coudlnt hide It more.

He obliged you to go to bed and you thought that you would be alone and in pain plus that the crew now sees you as weak, but Shanks followed you and got in bed by your side.

"You are the stupid one, i saw you almost faint a couple of times but i thought you were sick or tired but this... If this happens to you every month and you know when It happens why would you put that much weight on your shoulders?"

"Dont call me stupid, stupid, i dont want to be a burden to you guys." You really wanted to cry.

"You are not a burden, you are my woman and if you are bad cause of this then you Will rest and i prefer this than a weapon wound."

"I am still bleeding"you said while giving him a small kick.

He got Up and you thought that he was mad at you, but he just put his head out of the door and gave the boys some orders to give you things and space.

He asked you if you needed something more and just laid there in bed with you, even when you told him he was smelling like sweats too much.

[blackenedsnow]

art the clown, jason voorhees, thomas hewitt, tiffany valentine and otis driftwood with a goth s/o? :D

slashers with a goth s/o ; headcanons

WARNING:

PAIRING: Art the Clown x Goth! Reader, Jason Voorhees x Goth! Reader, Thomas Hewitt x Goth! Reader, Tiffany Valentine x Goth! Reader, Otis Driftwood x Goth! Reader

NOTE: I love this so much!! As a goth, this was so much fun to write AAHH!! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did :D

ART THE CLOWN

Art is non-verbal, but he’s an excellent mimic.

He’ll listen to music with you and try to “dance along” in his creepy, mime-like way.

Bauhaus? Siouxsie? Whatever. He’s all in.

Art adores your aesthetic.

He’s already a fan of theatrics and over-the-top looks, so he sees your style as an extension of his own love for the dramatic.

If anyone mocks your look, they won’t live to regret it.

Art sees your style as sacred, and he’ll take special care to make sure the offender’s end is particularly theatrical.

He loves how you’re both “outsiders,”

Your style reminds him of the things he loves! Dead things.

But unlike his usual grim interests, you’re warm, alive, and you notice him.

That fascinates him endlessly.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason is shy and hesitant at first.

Your aesthetic catches him off guard—he doesn’t meet many people, let alone anyone with such a striking style.

But once he warms up, he loves it.

The music you play around him, especially softer tracks, is incredibly soothing to his mind.

Bands like The Cure become his favorite.

Pamela is… skeptical of you at first.

She's worried your dark aesthetic would be a bad influence on her boy.

But after seeing how kind and patient you are with Jason, she approved. (You also keep her son calm, so she can’t argue with the results.)

Jason is protective to an extreme degree.

If anyone dares to insult you or your style, he’ll make sure they never bother you again.

Let’s just say Camp Crystal Lake has one more “missing camper.”

He loves sitting quietly with you, watching you do your makeup or put together an outfit.

He doesn’t understand it fully but finds it fascinating and comforting to watch.

THOMAS HEWITT

Thomas was unsure about you at first.

Your style stood out so much in the rural Texas environment, and it took him a while to understand it.

But once he did, he couldn’t get enough of how unique and beautiful you were.

His family, on the other hand, was… less accepting.

Hoyt made plenty of snide comments at first, and Luda Mae worried about how “different” you seemed.

But after they saw how happy you made Thomas, their attitudes softened.

Thomas loves how confident you are in your look.

It inspires him, especially since he’s always struggled with his own appearance.

Your music is a huge comfort to him.

It helps drown out the chaos of his life.

He especially loves slower, atmospheric songs—anything that lets him close his eyes and relax after a long day.

TIFFANY VALENTINE

Tiffany's goth herself, so having a partner who shares her love of dark fashion and culture is a dream come true.

You two are the ultimate spooky power couple.

She’ll raid your wardrobe and lend you her own pieces.

Date nights often involve matching outfits!!

Tiffany doesn’t care what anyone thinks about your relationship or your style.

If someone dares to insult either of you, she’ll handle it—usually in a very violent, very Tiff way.

She’s incredibly affectionate and constantly showers you with compliments.

She loves how unapologetically you express yourself and always reminds you that you’re stunning, no matter what anyone says.

OTIS DRIFTWOOD

Otis was initially surprised by your aesthetic but quickly grew to appreciate it.

He’s always been drawn to people who stand out.

The Firefly family, on the other hand, took some time to adjust.

Baby loved your look and immediately bonded with you over fashion tips.

While Mama is suspicious of your “big city ways.”

Otis doesn’t care—he likes what he likes.

He’ll mock you playfully at first, calling you things like “Dracula” or “Morticia,” but deep down, he admires how unapologetically you embrace who you are.

He’s the same way, after all.

Otis is fascinated by your music taste.

He doesn’t fully get it, but he respects it—especially when you introduce him to more aggressive goth or industrial tracks.

He’s a fan of She Wants Revenge after a while, even if he won’t admit it.

He loves your individuality and makes it very clear that anyone who disrespects you disrespects him, too.

[the-autistic-vulcan]

Live in the Breath (Thranduil x GN!Reader Headcanons)

Request: Hi! I hope you’re having a good day… I have a request. What about just… fluff from Thranduil when his reader is so stressed, crashing out, and utterly scatterbrained from the situations they are in? Btw congrats on being free form university, I know that can be super stressful. 💖 - @goth-fauna

a/n: thank you for the lovely message! it has been a bit stressful this year and I'll do my best to do justice for your request! No warnings other than just crashing out and stress in general

gif credit: @tlotrgifs

It is a not-so-well-kept secret that Thranduil is the drama queen of Middle-Earth

Bro acts like he's dying when he catches a cold - but when he sees you're stressed and borderlining on absolutely losing your mind, he does not. play. around.

You're fairly good at keeping it together - spending your time with him taught you patience and you are really grateful for that

But there are days when you can't keep yourself as compose - this was one of those days

You were in your shared chamber and feeling miserable

You've already screamed into your pillow three times, clawed at your clothes because you just want something to still be in control and now you're lying down, quietly crying

Thranduil, to your obliviousness, was observing you for a while

He noticed something had been off all week, and like the good man he was, he was worried

The first thing he does is just politely make a special tea - one he brews himself, and leaves it on the bedside table without another word

Then he sits next to you, his hand coming to gently stroke your back, your sniffling only driving him to despair

He then gently lifts you up to hold you against him, letting your tears fall on his robes

He's not upset with that, he has plenty more

He take you by the chin, lifting your head up - "I'm here, dearest."

That alone feels like all you need

You then reached for the tea, taking a sip and you both just sit together for a while in comfortable silence

After a bit, and when you're ready to talk, he's there. He let's you vent, politely nodding and touching you gently (with permission of course), letting you have your moment rather than bottle it up

He loves you so much - but he'll still make a scene when he gets a paper cut

But he never treats you without seriousness - he cares too much. And that, in effect, is his greatest virtue.

End notes: Wow it has seriously been a while since I've written for him! Hope you enjoyed! Like, comment and reblog. If you have any ideas, leave them in my request box at the top of my page!

[the-lonely-human]

Goth Plo that isnt really goth cause i didnt know how to make a Jedi goth, based off of @acceptrans goth Plo headcanon that i could not resist drawing

(Now we both share the horrors of trying to make a goth Jedi ToT)

[l0cadef4nfock]

Some more of my Batfam appearance headcanons

Bruce: he 100% had salt n pepper hair; yknow, the black with lines of white in it, if not from his age then from the stress of being Batman for over two decades and being the father of like 7 feral children. But the cool part is that, his hair is jet black, and the white parts can probably reflect light. Also, I hc that when he adopted Dick he still went out in Gothic outfits with full face of goth makeup, but by the time he got Duke he just put on eyeliner everyday and wears black turtlenecks.

Dick: GIVE THAT MAN LONG HEALTHY LUSTROUS HAIR PLEASE. His hair reaches his hips when he showers, it’s almost as black as Bruce’s, and it’s straighter than him (pan Nightwing my beloved). He wears it in a man bun while he goes out as Nightwing, and either in a ponytail or wears it down when he’s with friends/family. He started growing it out when he moved out, and after one particularly bag fight with Bruce he got blue highlights that matched his suit, and gave his dad a heart attack because “secret identities dick!”.

Jason: I saw one artist that draws him half blind, like that the bomb that killed him got him in the eye and now he has an explosion shaped red scar on his face and a white soulless eye. When Roy really annoys him, Jason will come over to his house when he knows he’s on patrol and wait in the dark, and when Roy comes back he just see’s a green glowing eye in his kitchen and he almost shits his pants. Every. Single. Time.

Tim: TRANS TIM IS CANON IN MY OPINION. Let my dude be born a dudet. Let him be double queer. Also, he has piercing to match with his punk boyfriend that he loves very much. Like, it started with snakebites to annoy Bruce (he learned from Dick’s highlights phase), but then he really liked it, and got the regular ear piercing (little Robin earrings he had custom made), and after he started dating Kon they got matching earring together (I don’t know how they’re called, those long ones that sit on your lobe? You know what I mean?). And let my boy have a mullet, we all know he’s the biggest dick glazer and when he saw Nightwing with a mullet when he was 9 it changed his brain chemistry forever.

Damian: give that child some melatonin before I lowk commit. Also, very important, he is Arabic AND CHINESE. He has Chinese blood in him and you are definitely able to see that. In my mind, he’s a few shades lighter than Talia, and his hair is exactly Bruce’s color, he got his mother’s eyes and eyebrows, and his father lips and nose. Also that bitch is GAY and he dresses the part in the best way possible. Like yes he’s still emo as fuck but he 100% fits the gay stereotype of thinking about what to wear for hours and stressing about his looks. OH and he’s the biggest eyeliner abuser in the goddamn family (Bruce is very close behind him and dick is in 3rd and is very unhappy about that).

Cass: she is the proudest lesbian you have ever met, and I mean it. She has a lesbian flag keychain that she keeps on a scissor shaped carabiner that she puts on her jeans with a lesbian star pattern embroidered on it, she rocks scissor shaped earrings right next to her masc lesbian mullet with purple highlights that she gets so very excited every time someone asks about because that means she can info dump about her amazing girlfriend for the next three hours. She has 300 bracelets, earrings and necklaces to match with Steph, and the only shoes she ever wears are mismatched converse, one black and one purple, that she’s sharing with Steph. She has black mini vampire nails, she has countless queer pins on her bag (ahem ahem she uses she they pronouns) and will gladly give you one if you want it.

Steph: pretty much the same as Cass, but she has black highlights instead of purple and she is WAY less extreme than her. She was a bit hesitant about the highlights at first, because she wasn’t sure how that would go with her curly hair, but Cass argued that she always straightens it anyways and Steph is like. “Oh right. Okay babe.” After that talk in which Cass found out Steph has curly hair (she ment it when she said she always straightens it) she starts every morning by begging for Steph to style it curly, and that’s the primary reason why you might spot spoiler with curly hair and a very happy (and a way less brutal) Black Bat.

Alfred: just wanted to remind you all that he canonically sleeps in a suit.

[lavendermatchastrife]

Give Me The Last Four Of Your Credit Card…

warnings: 18+ mdni, sexual content, like explicit, unprotected sex, cursing, sugar daddy!gojo x sugar baby!reader, chubby reader, alt reader/goth reader, obsession, the most minor stalking ever, switch!gojo if you squint, not a slow burn more like warm hot on fire, reader is the bratty tsundere type, gojo is the sappy (lowkey) yandere type, cheating (not gojo), dw they match each others freak, heavy spending, money talks, eat the rich, unspecified POC reader, short multi-part series

summary: pretty girl with a broken heart? nothin’ a sexy sugar daddy (who also happens to be your neighbor) can’t fix!

wc: 9.3k

a/n: I decided to make this a couple parts rather than one condensed long-fic! pls enjoy, comment, reblog, whatever ur heart desires! I am open to suggestions and headcanons for my future/developing parts :3 <3 as stated in the drabble I did, this is based off of the Summer Walker song!!^

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What was the point of having a heart in this world?

Your ex-boyfriend was disgusting, in every sense of the word. Left his shit everywhere, came and went as he pleased, spent your hard earned money, never washed his own dishes or did his own laundry, and used a fucking single bar of soap to wash himself. You thought cheating on you was the last straw, but that nasty shit was it. A bar of soap, if he was spending your money the least he could do was get actual shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. And moisturize for god's sake.

You put up with so much because you really thought you loved him. This time though, you were truly tired of him and tired of constantly having a broken heart. To hell with love, you certainly didn’t need “love” from anyone, let alone from someone as broke as he was. (The kicker was that he came from wealth, he just didn’t want to share any of it with you.) You were done with that way of living, done with giving yourself away for absolutely nothing in return. Your love from now on would be conditional. If that meant you’d be a man hating spinster for the rest of your life then oh, well. So be it.

You threw him out with all of the things you bought him. Kicked him to the curb despite his begging and pleading with you to give him another chance. Nothing he said would change your mind, but it sure was a sight to behold. You almost enjoyed seeing him grovel at your feet as you stood firm in your doorway. For once, in the entire span of your relationship, he was attempting to worship the ground you walked on. Too little too late.

He kicked up quite a ruckus, literally wailed while he kissed your ankles and you rolled your eyes. The neighbor in the unit next to you even poked his head out to see if everything was alright, and as his pretty blue eyes met yours you quickly looked away. His smirk was lost on you, and despite your lack of interest he still made his way over to the pathetic display. You sure were beautiful in your long black silk robe, fluffy black slippers, and that scowl plastered across your face had him practically drooling. He loved a woman with an attitude, and from the looks of it you’d have a nasty one.

“Everything alright, over here? Is he bothering you?” The handsome stranger tipped his rounded black sunglasses low, just to stare down at the man kissing your feet.

“This is your business, how?”

“You just looked like a sweet damsel, figured I could swoop in and save the day.” You snorted and rolled your eyes ready to tell him to take a hike, “Just kiddin’, these walls are thin and you guys have been fighting for hours. Came to see if there was anything I could do to help ya out.” This had your ears pricked with curiosity, if you thought about it, the walls were thin. You were mortified, on more than one occasion you’d heard your neighbor rustling around, his television going, occasionally he’d have a guest over. It never clicked that maybe he could hear you as well, it only made sense that he would.

You gave the lanky man a thorough look over. He was very good looking, he wore an expensive baby blue buttoned top, ironed black slacks, and perfectly polished shoes. You made a noise of contemplation, everything about him, from his maintained yet unruly white hair, perfect teeth, and manicured nails, even those douchey sunglasses, screamed wealthy. What the hell was he doing in these apartments? Well whatever his reason, maybe you could at least use him a little.

“I’m kicking this loser out, he’s a bum and he’s broke. I’m tired of him.” You tried to appear as if you were cold, vein, maybe even money hungry. You inspected your nails as your ex continued to plead with you to let him back inside, and you shooed him away with your foot. “Man, get the hell off me, I’m done with you. Get a job, make some real money, then maybe I’ll call you back.” You picked up the last of his things from behind you and threw it right at his pathetic face, and then pointed your sharp polished index finger at your neighbor. In the same demanding tone you used on your ex, you bit out, “Make him leave and I don’t know, give me five hundred bucks and then maybe I’ll give you my number.” You slammed the door in both of their faces, not waiting for the handsome man to respond to you. You couldn’t see his face (heart eyes, warmth in his cheeks, definitely beginning to drool.), he was probably insulted (he really wasn’t), but it didn’t matter to you in the moment. You were just so pissed off at what you came home to, you needed to think.

Your heart was racing, the last thing you needed was another too handsome man, barreling his way into your life just to wreck it. You felt bad that your first time actually talking to the cute guy next door was such an embarrassing scene. He didn’t deserve the way you brushed him off, or the clipped tone of your voice. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, you could tell he was genuinely concerned. You sighed then and paced your apartment, not paying any mind to the rustling outside of your apartment door and the frustrated pleading from your ex. You decided, after only a few minutes of contemplation, to hike over and apologize to the man. So you hopped in your shower, slipped on some actual clothes, and went to go knock on his door to apologize.

Or at least that’s what you planned on doing, but he was already right outside of yours. He held out a wad of cash and a tiny gift bag, from a jeweler way outside of any budget you could ever even dream of placing. You stared at it then back up at him, and he wanted to melt right into a puddle. Your eyebrows were drawn in, completely confused at the sight before you. God you looked so perfect, he needed to see more of your expressions up close. Meanwhile, as he stared down at you and shamelessly took you in, you had to stop yourself from gaping at him. How did he manage to clean up even nicer than when you saw him earlier? How did he manage to get you a gift and pull out money in the short time it took you to freshen yourself up. You were certain you took less than twenty minutes to scrub your day away, and only ten minutes to put on some simple makeup. You threw on a thin strapped black sundress, because it was at the top of your clean laundry bin, and you hadn’t even put on proper shoes, still in your house slippers from earlier. Where did he find the time?

“What, uh-” you blinked at the little bag as he took your hand and gingerly placed it in your open palm. He made sure to stuff the cash inside of it, too. “What is this for?”

“Being so damn beautiful.”

“Excuse me?” You backed away, intrigued and intimated at the same time. What did he want from you, was this hush money? Did he kill your ex? You glanced at the bundled up leafy greens, a thick stack of hundreds. You’d never seen so much in one place, you didn’t even want to know what was in the bag. You hesitantly stepped back towards him, took a look around outside of your door. “Are you pranking me right now?”

“No, I just think a pretty girl like you would be even prettier swimming in my dough and covered in the jewelry I pick out.” Where the hell was that coming from? You blinked up at him, then took a peak at what was inside of the bag. Pearls? Dainty little things, with a pinkish-blue hue, and pretty white gold clasps.

“W-what is this? Are you trying to get something out of me? Listen, I know that guy and I have been less than considerate, and I do apologize. But if you think I’m easy-!”

“No, no! I don’t want anything but your number, I just think you’re wasted on trash like him. I could get you things, I could take care of you. I have cash, like, not to brag-a lot of it. Honestly, you don’t even have to give me your number, just keep the gift.” He was rambling, if you had known him before, you would know that this was totally unlike him when it came to women.

He was your average Casanova, if he wanted someone all he had to do was snap his fingers. He had people from all walks of life swooning, his smooth talking landed him dates with models and movie stars. He was tragically handsome, disgustingly wealthy, and incredibly smart to top it all off. He was more than the whole package, and he knew it. But when you stared at him with your shining doe eyes it reduced him to a blubbering mess.

You stared at the money, the pearls, then your gaze found his once more. You studied his captivating blue eyes, then chewed on your bottom lip as you thought. You supposed you could give him your number. After all, he gave you more than the ridiculous dollar amount you threw at him earlier, and he got rid of your ex. Truthfully, you didn’t even want his money, it was meant to be a deterrent. And maybe you wanted to be a little bit mean.

Shit, you were easy! You flicked your head towards the inside of your apartment. Told him to take his shoes off as he clambered inside, and plopped the precious items in your hands onto your coffee table. He realized, as he looked around, that your apartment layout was exactly like his just mirrored. He stood in your entryway and appreciated the way your home was decorated and furnished.

There was soft, warm, inviting ambient lighting. A fluffy black rug placed in the center of your living room underneath the mahogany coffee table, it contrasted perfectly to the polished wooden floors. A black cushiony loveseat was pressed against the back wall of your living room. A smaller television was placed on a stand that matched your coffee table, pushed against the adjacent wall. Your apartment had a patio directly outside of your living room, the glass doors were hidden beneath black curtains. A singular trailing plant hung near it in a clay pot and dark grey woven hanger. Overall, it was very tidy but hardly looked lived in, the only real indicator were framed photos of you and some friends that lined the walls or were placed on your tv stand. There were a few pillows scattered about, from when (he assumed) you were fighting with your ex earlier. He thought he heard thudding from you throwing things at him, and the pathetic mewling from your ex in response would be, “Awe c’mon baby don’t be like this. She didn’t mean anything to me!”

You snapped your fingers to get his attention, and then pointed at your small sofa, indicating that he should sit. It was wordless, and he obeyed just like a dog. You could almost picture it, his tail wagging rapidly, his ears drawn slightly back but in hesitation not fear. The mental image brought a smile to your face that you quickly wiped so as to not catch his eye. You shuffled towards your tiny open kitchen, brought two glasses and a bottle of champagne you’d splurged on the night before. The memory brought a sour taste to your mouth.

Earlier that day, you had just been promoted at the job you’ve worked at for close to five years. It was very sudden and it took you by complete surprise. You figured you were going to be stuck in limbo with the same pay, same hours, same boring routine for another five years before they recognized how capable you were. That wasn’t the case, and they’d given you a couple more dollars and a title that probably didn’t exist. Those little details didn’t matter to you, though. You needed the raise, times were tough, you’d been saving up to go back to school and finally finish your degree; this could really help you out. So you bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate the news with your long time boyfriend. Who you were sure would be just as ecstatic, considering all he seemed to do was spend your hard earned cash on himself.

Just like a movie, you opened the door to your apartment, bottle in hand, keys thrown to the side. The place was eerily silent, abnormally dark. As you made your way to your room looking for your boyfriend, you heard the shower going in the bathroom adjacent to it. You shrugged, opened the door like you’d done countless times for the last year you’d been living together. And the sight before you, caused a loud gasp to rip from your throat and almost made you lose grip on the expensive bottle still clutched in your hands.

“What the fuck, Naoya?!” There he was, naked with his tongue down your best friend’s throat in your shower. One hand was on her hip. That god damn single bar of soap was clutched inside of the other.

Needless to say, the fight was ugly, you’d rocked the girls shit and his. You really didn’t want to put your hands on your (now ex) friend, but she knew what she signed up for when she hopped into your man’s pants in your apartment no less. Not a hair of yours was out of place, not a scratch was on your face or body, but you did break a nail. There went the hundreds of dollars you’d splurged on a manicure that day too.

Just thinking about it all got your blood boiling and you slammed the glasses down in front of you while you huffily plopped yourself on the couch next to your neighbor. He jolted at your hard movements and the dip in the cushion beside him. His body tensed when you leaned over to pour the sparkling beverage into your respective glasses. His eyes widened as you were just a breath away. Sweat dripped from his brow as you seemed to move in slow motion before him, adjusting the strap on your dress, fixing your hair, handing him his drink.

He scrambled to take the drink from you, “Thank you.” How polite, for all of his apparent confidence before; when you got him alone in your apartment he seemed like a completely different person.

Truthfully, he was just being cautious and a tad reserved, he didn’t think he’d get that far. And yeah, you definitely made him nervous. He’d seen plenty of gorgeous women, but you weren’t just a pretty face. You were the woman that plagued his thoughts and dreams for almost an entire year. The longer he sat in your presence, the more aware of the situation he became. The potential for what could develop between the both of you caused sweat to form at his brow.

You sat in silence, sipped on the crisply chilled champagne, your eyes definitely avoided one another mutually. You’d never been in the presence of someone so attractive before, you had a bad habit of dating down. Sure they were handsome, but you knew you were way out of any of your ex’s leagues.

The man cleared his throat after a couple minutes of pure silence. “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Satoru Gojo, I’ve lived next door for the last 11 months or so.” He introduced himself, and you made a disinterested noise. Like the information didn’t mean anything to you, it did, but you didn’t want him to know that.

“I see.” You made no move to return the favor, not that you needed to; he already knew your name, already knew you’d been there long before him. Your name was so pretty, it really suited you. Whether it was your ex shouting it in anger or moaning it in pleasure, he knew it. He knew it and heard it almost every day. It plagued his thoughts, the months he’d lived next to you drove him insane.

Satoru saw you leave your apartment when he happened to be coming home from his own shift on numerous occasions. He didn’t really know what you did for work but the hours seemed brutal, and irregular. It was no secret that your bum of an ex boyfriend was in and out of a job, and relied on his parents' money as well as your money to get by.

Was it creepy that he was basically a fly on the wall when it came to your personal life? Yeah, definitely. It wasn’t his fault, though! He couldn’t control the fact that the apartment walls didn’t properly muffle the sounds beyond it.

It wasn’t like he was stalking you. He just thought you were pretty and sweet, and he didn’t mind how loudly you lived next to him. If you were alone he didn’t throw headphones on or turn his television up to drown out the sound of your life happening beyond that wall. He couldn’t help how attached he became to the idea of you. What was the harm in holding onto knowledge he’d happen to hear through his thin walls? He learned that you stayed up on the nights you were alone watching old horror films, or chatting loudly over the phone with friends. During a fight with your then boyfriend, he learned that you preferred dark chocolate over milk chocolate, and hated cheap jewelry. You loathed the idea of wasting money, especially on things of poor quality.

Half of your fights were about that man spending way too much. They would often go on for hours, and they almost always ended in the loudest rounds of sex ever. Satoru’s head would be squeezed between two of his pillows while he laid in bed. Or if the noise became unbearable, he’d just take a short walk. Your ex sounded terrible, grunted loudly like a beast and you sounded less than amused. You were loud for the sake of it, but it lacked sincerity. Yes, right there! In the flattest tone he’d ever heard. When your boyfriend would finally fall asleep Satoru would hear a loud sigh and then buzzing moments later. He was just thankful that you appeared to be going through a dry spell, lately.

For those times where he felt like more of an intruder, rather than a helpless bystander, he’d try to remove himself in any way possible. He didn’t want to do anything dishonest, after all those moments were incredibly vulnerable. If he was going to hear your voice in genuine bliss, it’d be completely consensual. He wasn’t the type of man to take advantage of an unaware woman, in the throes of pleasure. Even if it was tempting to listen in on your more intimate moments with yourself, out of respect and basic decency, he always removed himself.

The life Satoru led, he tried to be the best version of himself in every aspect. He was the epitome of success in his line of work. He fought hard for the position he held at the company he was employed at. He was known for being a tease, but never someone sleazy. He helped his peers in any way he could, took on overtime to save the rest of his team from more work than necessary. Overall, he wanted to be a good person, someone the people around him could rely on. Coming home, and listening to someone so similar to him yet so different; was almost grounding. It reminded him that there were other hardworking individuals, such as himself, that had their own problems and grievances. It helped him feel a little less alone.

At least that’s what he told himself so he could sleep at night.

He was lonely, and maybe that’s why he liked that he could hear you clean your room or laugh uncontrollably at something your friend would say over the phone. He didn’t have many friends, the ones that stuck around were just as busy as he was and hardly had time for a drink on occasion. His apartment was always quiet, he didn’t have a partner, didn’t have any pets. He went to work, came home, then went to bed so he could rest and then do it all over again. He was comfortable, yet he felt like his life lacked something, he couldn’t figure out what exactly it was. His slight obsession with you, he can’t remember exactly when it started. It wasn’t like it escalated into anything tangible, either. At the end of every day, you still had a boyfriend. You didn’t really notice him, and he didn’t make himself known either. At the end of the day, your vague presence was comforting and at most; entertaining.

“So uhm,” your hesitant voice brought him out of his muddied thoughts. “You said that these walls were thin, how much…how much did you hear earlier?” You asked, finally finishing your glass of champagne, and allowing your gaze to meet his own. You were so close to him, he took note of a nutty-sweat aroma that seemed to surround you. Like cocoa butter or lotion, your hair was damp from a quick shower and your shampoo had to have eucalyptus in it or something. He was blanking on what to say, too distracted by your growing proximity. Did you realize that you were leaning into him?

“Uh, I heard it all.”

“What do you mean by ‘all’?”

“Like, I heard him bring that girl home and fuck her, then I heard you come home and beat the shit out of them, and then I heard you kick him out.”

“Jesus!” You sighed, you were completely embarrassed. He’d heard literally everything. Which also meant he’d been able to hear all of your relationship issues for the entirety of however long he said he’d been living there. Which was mortifying in its own right, but you didn’t want to dwell on that detail for longer than you had to. “Do you know how long he’s been bringing my friend around?”

“I think this is the first time, although I’m not home all the time so who knows. Either way, I haven’t noticed him do this before.” A breath of relief left you, at least that douchebag tried to keep it out of the house for a little while. You eyed the bag on the table, and reached out for it to inspect the jewelry again. As you hastily threw the money aside, you pried open the little white bag. It wasn’t just a necklace, it was a pair of dainty matching earrings as well. It was modest enough, and classy. It was definitely to your taste, you had to admire it.

“These are really pretty.” Your voice trailed off as you pouted and looked to the side, when you felt your mask start to slip you added hastily, “A-although, I’ve seen better!” Satoru chuckled at that, you really couldn’t fool him but he played into it. Intrigued by whatever act you were trying to put on.

“We can do better, want me to get you another set real quick?” He pulled his phone out, pulled up the website of the jeweler and handed it to you. “Go on, pick something out.”

“What’s your game?” You took his phone, (What could possibly be better than pearls?) regardless of your apprehension. If money wasn’t an issue for him, then spending it on yourself wouldn’t be your problem either. He shrugged in response, traced his pretty blues along your hunched over frame. You rolled your eyes, crossed your leg over the other, and hastily scrolled like you were bored with what you were looking at. At that point you just wanted to see how he’d react, but he wasn’t doing anything to indicate that you were upsetting him at all. How did spoiled people even act? Your eyes had never dared to linger on luxury goods, so it was difficult not to widen them when you would see the price attached to some of the items.

To test him, you chose a ring that wasn’t too outrageous, yet plenty expensive. In fact, out of all of the options, it was one of the priciest items listed, despite its simplicity. Gems that were a sparkling dark blue and perfectly cut were encapsulated by a shiny silver band. You didn’t know what material it was made out of, these things were never actually important to you in the past. You cleared your throat, “This will do.” You hadn’t spent much time browsing, the ring was pretty enough, you tried not to think about the price of it. He made a noise of contemplation as he took the phone back from you.

“Is this the one you wanted?” He inspected the little ring, added it to the cart without hesitation, then added a matching pair of earrings for it as well. His finger hovered over the payment options, he hesitated for a second. He might as well get you the full set. So he added whatever else was in the collection to the cart just because he could. The total had too many zeroes attached to the end of it, and you willed your heart to steady. Satoru made a show of checking out, the order number beamed at you on screen and you blinked as if you couldn’t believe what he’d just done for you. Really, what was the catch?

“Do you want, like, sex or something?” You couldn’t wrap your head around the idea of someone just doing something like this for you. Let alone spending outrageous amounts of money on you without even blinking, and without even knowing you.

“If that’s what you want.” He leaned against the back of your couch, slouched his posture comfortably and mimicked your crossed legs. “What do you want me to want from you? Like I said, I just want your number.” He tipped his glasses down, his swirling blue irises captivating yours.

You took his phone, it was still unlocked, and you hastily typed your number into his contact list, the contact read Sugar Baby(?) <3. The whole “transaction” was simple enough, but felt so wrong. What was going on? Why did you feel a heaviness in your chest, it wasn’t the same as being upset. Did you like how it felt when he spent money on you? You’d never had anyone do that for you before, you’d always paid for yourself and then some. There wasn’t a moment you could remember where you weren’t the one that covered your own bill. That included the rent despite living with another person.

There was an ache between your thighs, and you didn’t have to check to know that you were incredibly wet. God, you felt like an awful woman.

“I don’t want a relationship. Probably ever again. If I give you my number, I’m just going to ask you for more money.” You turned your head to the side again, the habit seemed to form naturally as you spoke to your handsome neighbor. You didn’t want to look at him when you were being so childish and dishonest. He seemed nice, but you weren’t about to let some rich stranger steal your heart suddenly.

At the end of the day you knew nothing about him. If you wanted to simplify things, and avoid feeling bad; you could just label him as an eavesdropper that stepped in to help you out and that’s all he’d be. If being a money hungry, selfish person drove him away, then it would be no skin off of your nose. If nothing came of this brief interaction, it wouldn’t mean you’ve lost anything.

“Please do.” He was amused, and really enjoyed your hot and cold attitude. He knew a liar when he saw one, but there wasn’t any harm in the little act you were putting on. It was refreshing being around someone so expressive and confrontational. Especially since he was usually holed up for hours in an office with a bunch of uptight pencil pushers. “You can have whatever you want, do whatever you want.” You realized that despite all of your time in your home alone, that entire evening he hadn’t made a move to touch you. Satoru kept his hands to himself, he wouldn’t even brush his knee against yours. He was entirely conscious of his large figure, and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

How fortunate was he to be your only immediate neighbor. Not only that, but he was also welcome inside of your cute little home, your safe space. He wouldn’t do anything to ruin that moment. He was thankful that you were in the last apartment at the end of the building. You didn’t have another neighbor on the other side, it’d always felt like it was just him and you. He couldn’t imagine someone else being the lucky one to earn your attention just for living next to you. He’d treasure whatever time he had with you.

For some reason, his transparency had your heart racing. You felt flushed, your body was tense with attraction you have never felt before. Was this really all it took to get you going? A huge wad of cash? A little bit of respect and honesty? It was the bare minimum (not the cash, his actions, that cash was definitely an added bonus), yet you found yourself leaning into him more, against your better judgement.

Your small hands traced along his muscular thighs, the touches were hesitant at first just so you could gauge his reaction. Curious eyes studied his large frame, it slightly trembled beneath your fingertips. He lolled his head towards you, then smiled in encouragement. If that’s how you wanted things to go, then he’d happily indulge. Your insecure fingers trailed upwards, like you were distracting yourself with the material of his nice slacks. “I suppose, if you really wanted to, we could fool around every now and again, too.” You leaned your face towards his own, studied his expression for any indication that he didn’t want what you were about to do. You really needed to relieve the ache between your legs, you hoped that he wanted to help you out with that too.

His firm arms slid around your soft figure, and lifted you so that your thighs could cage him against your small couch. He eagerly nodded along, but you scowled at the last second, and pushed him further into the back of the couch. “Act like you want it then, or I’m not giving it to you.”

“Please, I want it, give it to me, pretty girl.” His voice dripped with sweet honey, his words caused your cheeks to heat with burning excitement.

“Well, fine. But don’t think I’m desperate or anything! This is only because you asked for it.” You reached below to pull your long dress over your head. You continued to try to appear as if this was nothing to you, but never in your life have you ever just hooked up with someone before. Let alone a complete stranger. You tried not to dwell on the fact that you’d only learned his name an hour or so prior. He nodded once again, lazily smiled at your proclamation, because he could see through you entirely. You were incredibly honest where it counted, because his eyes traced how damp your panties were and how hastily you pulled your clothes off.

You helped him undress, it was sloppy and rushed but you just really needed to feel him against you. As you got lost in the moment, your frustration from your previous fight began to melt away. Maybe you really needed this, at the very least, you could see this as being a good way to calm down from the events that previously transpired. Your fingers rushed to unbutton his top, and shove his pants down. They were rushed movements with your growing impatience, so he did everything he could to help you out. Slid his shirt off his shoulders when the buttons were undone. Shimmied his pants off when his buckle was thrown off and the zipper was pulled down.

“You want this here, or your bedroom, baby?” You sighed in sweet relief when you settled yourself back over his awaiting lap. The little pet name made your heart flutter, but you squashed the feeling before you could dwell on it. You would not be swayed by pretty words.

The both of you were finally in your undergarments. Breathing heavily from the growing intensity between the both of you. Harsh panting echoed throughout your otherwise empty apartment. You hadn’t even kissed, barely even touched each other yet, still you felt you were nearly undone already.

With a delicate touch, you cupped his face, scrunched your eyes shut, then sweetly kissed him once. It was soft, so much better than he could ever dream about. It took all of your courage to give him the tiniest smooch, but once you started it was like you couldn’t stop.

“Here. Now. I can’t wait.” You kissed him again, in between your words. Teeth clacked together because of the force behind it. He didn’t mind, if anything it got him going too. Your fingers carded through his fluffy hair, tugged it back so you could bite his lip. God, this was how you kissed? That lucky bastard had you all over him like this and had the audacity to take someone else up on the side?

Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you closer to his chest. Then he loosened one of his arms just so it could snake its way around to unclasp your bra. You threw it to the side, then continued to kiss him. Your bare chests rubbed together, it was warm and oddly intimate. You wanted this to go fast, wanted it to be rough because that’s what you were used to. You were a little caught off guard when his hands gently brushed your naked chest. His fingers delicately swirled around your nipples as if he’d hurt you if he applied any pressure.

You were softly moaning already, which was unlike you. You usually waited for penetration before your act began, but you found yourself leaning into his touch like your body was begging for more. You didn’t know that someone else’s touch against your heaving breasts could feel so good. It was usually numb or even slightly stung when your previous partners tugged at them.

Your hips were moving on their own, craving the hardened length underneath them.

He rubbed your sides, and trailed kisses down your neck or across your shoulders. You gasped, and mewled with every touch, every movement. Your hands roughly tugged his hair back again, forcing him to look into your desperate eyes. “I’m not going to beg for it more than this. Tell me what you want.” You demanded, you scraped your fingers along his scalp, grabbed the base of his follicles in a way that had his eyes rolling back. No one had ever been so forceful with him, he was beyond aroused. He didn’t know he liked being manhandled, he probably didn’t, but the way you did it was addictive. He eagerly bobbed his head, because who was he to question you? Who was he to deny you? He could see how clearly you wanted him, and in his eyes, you asked him so nicely.

“Please, can I put it in? I need it, baby, please?” His eyebrows were drawn inwards, his cheeks were on fire, he was going to go crazy if you didn’t say yes.

“It can’t be helped, then. S-since you’re so desperate for it.” You pulled your panties to the side, shoved his black briefs down, and he lined himself up with your dripping entrance. Your face was impossibly warm, your bottom lip was worried, puffy and raw.

You couldn’t lie to him or yourself, the proof was in the pudding that was melting so sweetly all over his throbbing cock. Your body cried out for him, needed him just as bad, if not more.

It’d been a long time since you’d last had sex, not that sex had ever been all that enjoyable for you. You saw it as a means to an end. A way to keep your partners satisfied and happy with you. You’d barely explored mutual pleasure with another person outside of a quick fingering. In that moment, probably for the first time, you were taking control of your sexuality and it was thrilling. He didn’t know it, but the sweet spot between your thighs had never been so wet in your life.

He experimentally shifted his hips upwards, poked at your entrance until it bloomed for him. Like a beautiful flower, your lower petals surrounded him as he sunk inside of you deeper and deeper. A low moan left his mouth, and a desperate sigh escaped yours. “God, that’s tight.” His hands steadied your hips until your lower halves were mushed together. Your pelvises wetly kissed, and you moaned loudly as the tip of his long cock kissed the back of your aching pussy. He was big, it wasn’t anything outrageous like in those raunchy books you occasionally indulged in, but it was certainly bigger than any of your previous partners. He was thick, your walls struggled to swallow him and keep him tucked inside. It was so tight around him that if he wasn’t actively pressing into you then he was sure that he’d pop right out of you from the resistance.

He kept himself inside, so that you could get used to him. He knew he wasn’t the biggest guy out there, but he also knew that his size could mean trouble if he didn’t do things the right way. He already messed up by not preparing you, that was his bad and he’d make up for it another time, but for just that instance he had to feel you. You were gushing around him, so slick that you welcomed him inside easily enough. He didn’t want to move until you were ready, though, so he hugged you against him while you caught your breath. He rubbed your tummy then your burning thighs while he pressed addictive kisses to your drooling awaiting mouth.

Finally, after what felt like hours but in reality was only a couple of minutes or so, you began to move on top of him. You experimentally lifted yourself up, used his shoulders for leverage as you pushed him further into your couch. He moaned again, and squeezed his eyes shut. It’d been a while for him too, and he’d never done it without a rubber so he was having a hard time keeping his impending orgasm at bay. He gripped your hips as you moved up and down at a tantalizing pace.

“I’ve never ridden someone before, so if it’s bad then just do the work yourself.” You huffed out as you continued to lift yourself and then plop yourself down onto his lap. Your pace increased as you spoke, it felt so good and you moved so well that he had a hard time believing you. He threw his head back and shook it, he didn’t want this to end. The friction when your pussy kissed where his dick began drove you wild. Your clit was always left out of the fun before so the stimulation almost hurt, but you didn’t stop. You rubbed yourself against his lower half when you’d drop down, and he lifted his hips to help you feel more. He knew exactly what your body was seeking out.

You poor thing, tears clouded your vision and moans dripped from your lips in time with the spittle.

Your legs were getting tired but you didn’t know how to tell him to switch off with you. Although, as you stared at him from beneath your teary lashes, you figured you didn’t have anything to be scared of. He was incredibly compliant all day, clearly he was more than willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars on you; so he better be okay with putting a little more work into the sex. You paused your movements as you willed courage to enter your body, and you opened your mouth, “I’m tired, lay me down.” Were you being too mean? You didn’t know, because he flipped you over and laid you down as soon as you told him to. He was kissing you and bending your legs at your sides to welcome his body between yours. The couch was small, Satoru’s figure was huge, you didn’t think it was going to work but he was going to make it.

“Anything for you, beautiful. Want me to fuck you?” You nodded your pretty head, and reached your arms around his neck to pull him down and kiss him again. His eyes widened at how openly affectionate the gesture was, and he eagerly leaned into you.You realized you could get addicted to the feeling of him, but didn’t care at the moment what that could mean for the future. Why think about complicated things, when you could unpack everything later? Right now though, you had to feel him inside of you again.

As if sensing your thoughts, he pushed inside again. Snapped his hips and hit a spot that had your back arch off of the couch. You gasped loudly and the most beautiful noises left your mouth. He’d never heard anything like this through the walls, you sounded truly eager.

“Feels good?” He’d never heard your ex ask you that before, and you drew your eyebrows inwards at his question. You found it strange, it made you uncomfortable to talk during intercourse but you guess you could try for him.

“I-isn’t it obvious? Go ahead and move your hips.” You turned your furiously hot face into the cushioned seat of your couch. Tried to cover your expression as best as you could given that you were manhandled and folded into a pretzel. He could see it all though, the golden glow from your cracked blinds and the beating sun outside provided him with enough light in your dim apartment. He saw the sweat that dripped down both of your bodies. Was captivated by your perfect tits that rose and fell with every labored breath you took. Your cute crinkled tummy. Thick stretch mark kissed thighs. It was breathtaking, you were gorgeous, he'd never seen anyone so mesmerizing.

His movements were long and deep, hard when you met in the middle, a sticky squelching sound smacked between the both of you upon impact. As he slid away, thick strands of arousal trailed between your bodies to keep you connected. It was like your pussy just didn’t want to part with him.

Your mind was in a foggy daze, you still couldn’t believe that this was happening. Was the feeling that spread throughout your body so great because it was your first time without a condom? Or was he really just that good at what he was doing? When he sneaked one of his hands between your legs to tease your clit and you felt the hardness inside of you throb in time with your pulsing; you came to the conclusion that it was both.

“H-hey, you’re clean right?” There was no point in asking so far into the game, but you figured you might as well try to be a little responsible.

“Yeah, want me to pull out the results from my last visit?”

“N-no don’t pull out!”

“No I meant-!” You pulled him by the back of his neck to crash his jumbled words against your wet lips. You could take his word for it and worry about the consequences later, it was good enough for you. You didn’t want anything interrupting either of you, you felt too good and by the looks of things he did as well.

Your bodies made a crashing melody throughout your apartment, your voices harmonized as you panted against each other and moaned when it felt too good. His mouth ran a mile a minute, sweet praises that you didn’t want to hear because it was incredibly embarrassing but you couldn’t get him to shut the hell up.

“This feels amazing, you’re the best!” followed by a loud moan and a harsh thrust into you.

“God baby, you’re so tight, you’re so beautiful, I think I’m in love!” followed by another loud moan and an even harder thrust.

“Jesus Christ, I’m losing my mind, is this good for you? Mmmn. Do you like it? God, I’m in love with this pussy!” He enunciated each sentence with a deep thrust as punctuation. You slapped your hand against his mouth, but he wouldn’t stop his deranged mumbling beneath it. You squeezed your eyes shut, you felt that familiar burning at your core and the tensing of your lower half. You were close, and you realized as you almost succumbed to that white hot pleasure, that you were definitely ruining your couch.

“I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, ngh.” You whispered into the air, pulled at his snowy tresses, scraped against his sensitive scalp and he saw stars.

“Are you insane, I couldn’t stop even if God himself tried pulling me off of you. You wanna cum all over me? Do it, I’m begging you to cum for me!” He had a crazed look inside of his bright pooling eyes. How was he so rough yet so gentle? He treated you with care, rubbed your plush sides, pawed at your breasts, nuzzled his nose against your cheek; but his pace was brutal and his hips were relentless. You felt like you’d be bruised before long, which he’d also make up for later. “Shit, c’mon.” His movements slowed momentarily, but didn’t fully stop, it was just so he could focus on your aching clit. Your moans grew in pitch, your tits bounced in time with his thrusts, and god the way his fingers moved against your sensitive bud. It was all too much.

“Ngh! M’gonna cum! I’m cumming, Satoru, fuck!” Crystal drops sprayed against his abdomen, and he moaned like he was the one reaching his high. It was like you’d given him his own sparkling jewelry, and he was more than happy to wear it for you. He frantically nodded his head, brutally continued to rub against your heightened stimulus, and more of that sweet liquid diamond trickled out of you. It was a sight to behold, he’d burn it to the back of his eyelids if his body would allow it.

“That’s it, ngh, just like that.” Finally, his hips snapped into you at that same unforgiving pace as before, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You’d never felt that sensation before, you’d certainly never orgasmed during the act either. With heavy breaths you watched where the two of you connected, your eyes were half lidded with unbridled lust, and your hands hesitantly reached out to trace his chest. Was that okay? Were you allowed to touch him there? “Touch me, please. Wherever you want.” He begged you, as if sensing what you were thinking. And you indulged, scraped your manicured nails against his nipples lightly, traced your fingers down his stomach and across his toned muscles. He was an Adonis among men, you’d have to admit. He gasped and moaned, “Ugh, feels good, fuck. Can I cum inside, please?”

“I-I guess that’d be okay. L-lay down.” You told him, and just like before he didn’t hesitate to maneuver into the position you wanted. If you wanted to be on top again, then that’s what you’d get. You stared down at him as your breaths caught up with each other, his red face and sweat-dripped hair seemed to make him more beautiful. You’d never ridden someone before today, you weren’t sure you were even good at it. But he looked positively divine and so clearly fucked out that you just had to take at least a little of the control back.

You placed your hand on his broad and perfectly sculpted chest as he laid flat against your couch. Experimentally you lifted your aching hips up higher than your last position would’ve allowed, and then heavily dropped yourself down onto his throbbing length. His cock cried inside of you, precum shot out at the sensation of your gripping and pulsing walls. The new position had him so much deeper, you could practically feel him up to your throat.

It continued like that, your hands on his chest and chunky thighs encapsulating him, your plump backside loudly slapping against his skin as you dropped down. “If I’m heavy, speak up now, I don’t want to hurt you.” Your voice was soft and low, you subconsciously pouted as if you knew what he’d say to you. You tried to be mindful of your full weight but as your body got comfortable it’d be harder to control. A terrible blush broke out across your cheeks again, and you bit your pretty spit covered lips in nervousness as you waited for him to tell you to get off.

His hands gripped your hips and plopped you harder onto him, you fell against his chest with your full weight and he moaned again.

“This is perfect, you feel perfect, I love your body on top of mine.” He praised, and you stared into his crazed eyes bewildered. Was he really telling the truth? His hips snapped up into you again, and you nervously lifted and dropped back down to meet him. Your body felt fuzzy, your nose tingled, your mouth craved his so you kissed him. You licked his lips, grabbed his face to open his mouth and he eagerly waited for your next move. “Wanna choke me?”

“W-what?” You became instantly flustered, where did that come from? You just thought his glossy pink lips looked appetizing, and wanted to sneak a quick taste. What was this about choking? He grabbed one of your hands from where it leveraged support, and brought it up to his throat. Then he stuck his tongue out.

“Ahhh.” What were you supposed to do with that? You blinked down at him as your movements came to a gradual halt. He tipped his head back, kept his tongue out, and then took his free hand to where yours was around his throat. He applied just a bit of pressure, and his eyelids fluttered, his eyebrows drew further in. He was hoping you’d get the hint, and just spit in his mouth already. Although, as you leaned down, and experimentally licked his tongue, he was happy with that outcome. You squeezed his smooth throat just a little, used your other palm against his chest as support to move, and leaned down to kitten lick his tongue and face. “H-holy shit, don’t stop.” He said between kisses, “P-please.” He added, and you swirled yourself above him, sank onto him, and repeated every motion until he was seeing stars. “Oh my-I’m gonna cum. Can I cum, please? If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum inside, ah!” He was babbling, tears were in his eyes and you squeezed his throat just a tad bit harder. He gasped, and desperately bucked against you as said tears began to cascade from his ocean eyes and down his gorgeous face.

“Get on with it then, this is taking f-forever. If you’re going to cum, then do it just like this. I’m not about to clean you off of my tits. You already made me ruin my couch.” Your harsh words were cushioned with a sweet kiss to his spit slick lips. You weren’t going to tell him, but you really wanted him to cum inside, you didn’t want to separate yourself from him. You were on the pill, what was the harm in a little extra fun? Your eyes gazed down at his doll-like face, and you sent a short thanks up to god for letting your first creampie be with one of his many angels.

“Fuck, thank you! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming inside!” His hands gripped you tight, slammed you down onto him so hard it knocked the wind out of you. The spot he knocked against inside made stars appear behind your eyes, and you came in time with him. “Mmm! Ah!” He continued to rut and buck as his hot load shot inside of you. There was so much that it bubbled and dripped down his length and onto his stomach instead. He’d happily clean that off of him, and he’d clean you too if you’d let him.

“Ah, ngh!” You cried against him, your heavy head finally fell to rest against his chest as you both came down from the intense session.

To your surprise, there wasn’t any post-nut clarity that hit you, just exhaustion. You were oddly fine with how things came to be, you were even okay with him scooping you up and navigating the both of you to your restroom. He rummaged through your linen closet right outside of the door, and made a noise of triumph when he found what he was looking for. He placed a towel onto the counter, and sat you on top of it so that the cold porcelain wouldn’t disturb you. You breathed deeply, and heavily as he wiped you down with a washcloth he found in the same closet. It was warm, and you opened your legs when he tapped your knee.

“Thank you.” Your quiet voice filled the silence, and he beamed down at you.

“Don’t thank me, I’m just doing what I should.” He brushed his thumb against your flushed cheek, and you turned your head to the side.

“If you want to stay over, you’re gonna have to buy us dinner.” You didn’t sound as demanding as you tried to appear, and he chuckled as you laid your head against his chest.

“Of course.”

“I don’t want a boyfriend.” As a quieter afterthought you mumbled against him, “Right now.” His deep laugh echoed throughout the quiet bathroom.

“That’s alright, I can be whatever you want me to be.”

“Even if I just want your wallet and dick?”

“Of course, I’d be happy to be your walking wallet. Sex would be nice too, but don’t think you have to put out.”

He could definitely live with that. Especially because he heard you, if all he had to do was wait for you to be ready for something more serious, then well, that wasn’t so bad. He’d been waiting this whole time for you to notice him, what would the harm be in just a little longer? He’d already made his mind up about you, he was going to win your heart, he was sure of it.

“Mind if I pay for your next set of nails, pretty girl? They’re in desperate need of some fixin’.”

“Mm, if you insist.” Your voice was sleepy, and you “angrily” mumbled out, “You made me ruin my couch.”

“I’ll replace that, too, baby doll.”

“Don’t call me that.” You cringed and pushed him away, he laughed again and brushed his nose against yours. He was so handsome, and sweet, what did he really want from you? What was he expecting to gain from all this? At this rate, you were sure you’d bleed his pockets dry. He reached his hand out to smooth down your mussed up hair.

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up and then we can look at couches together.”

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a/n: pls use a condom if u don’t know for sure if someone is clean or not, and pls make sure ur buying your jewelry from sustainably sourced shops 😭 ok so the next part will have a bit of a time skip, pls look forward to that! I should release around the same time next week :) please let me know what you thought, I’m open to all comments, questions or concerns!

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KKOB Week 2025 Works: Part 1

Works published on Tumblr, AO3, Bluesky, and Twitter! Check those out if you have missed them!

🌸To view artworks, you can check out our tag #art 🌸To view fics and drabbles, check out our tag #writing 🌸For headcanons, the tag is #headcanons 🌸For animations, the tag is #animatic Daily prompts: Firsts Kakashi's first and last kiss by @no-nic First Kiss by @solavonn Picnic by @asiriyep First Kiss by @finn-kinnie Fishing by @dellinkou First Kiss by @pridoo Experimental by @back-to-rose To the Moon by @anj-does-stuff Rated R for Rumors by @cool-thymus & @maireyart Waking up next to you by ITerAtiveGLue (twitter) Shared vision Sharingan Obkk by @anj-does-stuff Mokuton whirly series by @acianoh These dreams by @dottixml Movie by @kawkawsrii The same eye by @mdrarw A vision by @crescentmoonrider Obito sees the future by @obitobi-simp 3D shared vision by @just-puddding Tsukuyomi shared vision by @sarcasticfoxy Sharing the eyes by @whatchawantdude He sees Kisame by @picklestupid Hokage Obito by @xierurru Those who inherit the will of fire by @kunosiu Mirror by @beanieable See the future for me by @ohai-here Shared vision by UrBigBadBro (twitter) Secret Identity / Dropping the Act Tobi and Sukea by @kubicrumb Tobi and Sukea hug by @solavonn Obito and Kakashi the whirly series by @acianoh Tobi wanted by @sarcasticfoxy Fables for the War Torn by @seiruins Interviewer by @asiriyep Joubito and Sukea by @dottixml To the rest of the world, they are Tobi and Sukea by @dellinkou Joubito's secret identity by @maireyart No way back by @pridoo Spars with the Uchiha King by @crescentmoonrider Tobi & Sukea in bed by @kawkawsrii (semi-nsfw) Daffodil by @anj-does-stuff The new Mizukage by @picklestupid Akatsuki Tobi and Sukea by @beanieable Tobi and Sukea + their personal effects by @xierurru Regular Anbu by @ohai-here Secret identity doodles by UrBigBadBro (twitter) What girl clothes can do for a man by Mud_catboy (AO3)

Recovery Kakashi is recovering by @solavonn if you wanna cry (use my heart) by @mabledonut Candiru AU by @asiriyep A quick fix by @finn-kinnie White-haired Obito recovering by @uintuva 6 months since Kannabi by @dellinkou Obito bit his lip by @pridoo It's just me. by @cool-thymus A tiny vigil by @maireyart Obito was alive by @beanieable Akatsuki Sukea(kk) & Tobi Au by @xierurru I won't abandon you by @ohai-here Mission gone wrong Mr. Ukki by @maireyart Found him too late by @back-to-rose Come in, the water is fine by @anj-does-stuff Land of frost by @just-puddding Back to back by @crescentmoonrider Kakashi found out by @picklestupid

Time-travel/Body swap Kids and Adults by @solavonn Nose Kiss by @pridoo No one knows AU by @no-nic Something Experimental by @asiriyep Hug by @sarcasticfoxy They argue by @dellinkou Married to the hokage by @dottixml Kamui mishap by @uintuva (nsfw) (bsky) end of the line by @sulluspark Abstract bodyswap by @picklestupid Experimenting with time-travel by @crescentmoonrider Lil Kakashi by @kawkawsrii Uchiha AU by @beanieable Kakashi & Obito bodyswapping by @xierurru Peaceful Konoha by @ohai-here Fashion choices Models by @asiriyep They look cool by @dellinkou Goth obkk by @uintuva Silly eye marriage au by @just-puddding Tobi and Sukea exchanged clothes by @sarcasticfoxy Curiosity killed the cat by @spacealligator Secret Identity & Fashion Choices by ITerAtiveGLue (twitter)

Flowers White-haired Obito blooming by @kubicrumb Anniversary day by @picklestupid Hanahaki by @picklestupid Oblivious Obito by @pridoo A useless trick by @crescentmoonrider Hand kiss by @beanieable The price of love by @kunosiu Them as flowers by @xierurru Flowers by holleeelly (twitter) Flowers by monkey__pedal (twitter) Diary/Letters Obito's diary by @picklestupid

[Part 2]

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So hi,how are you? Are requests open? If so could you write a headcanon for Tokoyami with a reader who was a goth style and looks super badass but is a sweetheart inside? Thanks

Yes hello, at the time you submitted this, my requests were open. Currently, they are closed, however. As a goth myself, I support this request! Let's get to it! I love support for minor characters.

Fumikage admired your style. The way you integrated black, red, and purple into your outfits was astounding. The lace, velvet, and elegant embroidery that composed your clothing had him speechless. Not to mention that perfect touch of make up that made his feathers stand on end.

You matched perfectly with his own dark aesthetic and shared interests. He found himself falling for the mysterious aura that surrounded you, and perhaps it was shameful to admit, but it was the very thing that made him eager to learn more about you.

"What!? Are you nuts man? Y/n is more intimidating than Bakugou!" His friends quickly dismissed the idea of him befriending you, but even if what they said was true, he sensed kindness deep within you. "I would prefer to find out myself, thank you," he wasn't going to be persuaded otherwise.

The two of you favored venturing to the library and on occasion, Fumikage would find himself engaging in conversation over horror stories and spell books. The two of you shared recommendations of reads, and he found himself at ease, even when he introduced you to Dark Shadow who tried his best to behave.

Like with his appearance, he noticed the stares and the unjust comments others would make about you. "I would like to ask you to stop speaking in such a way about Y/n," was his way of putting a gentle stop to it. Even if he was laughed at in response, Dark Shadow usually managed to scare them off.

You continued to surprise him with your unexpected kindness like bringing him his favorite snacks or little Wiccan gifts when he was feeling down. Dark Shadow would sometimes get jealous of the attention you gave Fumikage, so you'd usually make it up to him by spending time cuddling.

"I...hope this is acceptable to you," he panicked the first time he insisted the two of you take a late-night stroll. Even with the dim streetlights, he thought you looked like a beautiful God or Goddess who shared his love of darkness and seclusion.

At times, you'd get tired of the way people looked at you or ran away when you happened to walk by or be in the area. Their taunting whispers and fear of you just because of your outward appearance got old sometimes. But Fumikage was always there, acting as a pillar of unwavering support on the days you struggled, and was ready to face any form of darkness with you.

"I...I..." he was in shock the day you brought up adopting a pet and a little offended that you'd want a pet raven. Dark Shadow managed to talk you out of it. "What are ya nuts!? Fumikage tell them you're all the bird they'll ever need!" Although those words made him blush, he did agree. He wanted to be the only feathered creature you had feelings for.

Gothic-themed gifts were a priority for Fumikage, and he'd often shower you with vintage jewelry or darkly romantic gifts like black flowers. He hoped they served as a reminder of the darkness the two of you adored and the affection he felt for you.

"It would be an honor if you joined us," one of your favorite things to do with Fumikage was spooky movie nights. The thrill of watching horror movies while cuddling your feathered sweetheart was joyful. Although most of your classmates declined the offer to join the two of you.

Despite your intimidating appearance and the occasional feeling of not belonging, you realized what you and Fumikage had was special. Two souls finding each other amid darkness was beautiful, and the unique bond you had was certainly reminiscent of true love.

[maveras-posts]

Being Arts ✨Significant Other✨

The Poll showed an overwhelming support for Art Headcanons so come get your juice ya simps. I never see much on our boi so…LETS CHANGE THAT—

The lovely Tags: @michaelmyers-isdaddy @slasherholic @slasherfxcker @arttheclown-coveredinblood @slasherhaven @strange-and-unappealing @uhh-hi03 @kber2424 @local-caffeine @dem0nic-symph0ny-19 @midnightwritersblock

🤡Art the Clown Relationship Headcanons🖤:

FIRST— ATTITUDE 🙄🤌

Art is Pan and honestly could give two F’s about how you look

You intrigued him in some way

Most likely loved his act or giggled at him…

He is a slut for a strong willed person

At the end of the day he gets his way but breaking down a hard headed person gets him ✨OFF✨ (He is not afraid of the Goth Baddies)

Very protective and possessive (Smothering energy)

Won’t admit it but he needs reassurance you love him and won’t leave him

I mean if you tired he would mostly have you and anyone he blames ✨ReMovEd✨

Art mostly loves to make you laugh, even without speaking🤡

This man is mostly, if not ALWAYS in your personal space

What’s yours is ✨MINES✨

Touch is his major love language

Art is also one to pick someone smaller than him (Lil shit loves it because it makes him “useful”)

For the love of all HUMANITY—WATCH.HIM.AROUND.ANYTHING FLAMMABLE. Trust me…

Also don’t let him around duct tape he makes really cool stuff don’t get me wrong but he abuses the power of the tape😭

He shares all of his trash bag candy with you (YOU GOTTA BE VERY SPECIAL)

You will also be put before him or anyone else

GIFTS are also a must, cheap or expensive he’ll get it for you ✨BorrOWED✨ if ykyk

When he misses you sometimes he honks his horn😭

He’s gonna hurt or k!ll ANYONE who even inconveniences you, he is like oh so they cut you off let me cut them off (ART MY GOD NO—)

Contrary to belief he is actually very gentle with you, you’re like glass to him (He’s not this way with anything or anyone)

In the rankings he is definitely one of the top slashers to be s/o YES he can be toxic but once he loves you (in a sick way) he is not gonna leave your side and will try to make you happy😭✋

Hey Yall I hope you’re all well! I have begun my headcanons for our clown of the hour ART. As always suggestions and requests are open! I’m thinking of getting more into the smutty and NSFW Headcanons for the slashers, input would be most appreciated for this as always thanks for reading and I’ll spook ya later!

-Mavera

[pittsick]

GOTH TASHI HEADCANONS.

cw: +18. mdni. degrading-adjacent teasing. orgasm denial. strap-on sex. marking. mirror sex. sensory play. light bondage. possessive behavior. aftercare. religious & occult imagery. power imbalance. power play. clothing kink.

pairing: goth!tashi x gn!partner

taglist: @blastzachilles @lvve-talks @jordiemeow @222col @soulxinxthexsky @diyasgarden @jinxedbambi @lexiiscorect @religionlost @bluestrd @jclolz22 @destinedtobegigi @imperishablereverie @lovefaist @shahabaqsa0310 @prismozo @jesuistrestriste @grimsonandclover @nozhdyved @yardofbrunettes @hangels @sweetheartfaist @lacelottie

🕷️ ── She works at a vintage record store tucked between a tarot shop and a dilapidated art cinema. She alphabetizes everything by vibe, not by artist. You learned this the hard way when you tried to find The Cure under "C."

🕷️ ── She never wears the same makeup twice. One day it’s smeared black eyeliner and red wine lips like she crawled out of a Bauhaus music video. The next, she’s wearing ghost-white foundation, hand-drawn crucifixes beneath her eyes, and metallic shadow that makes her look celestial and unholy all at once.

🕷️ ── She has a sex drawer full of lace gloves, harnesses, scented oils, and a velvet blindfold. Everything smells like roses and sandalwood. She ties your wrists and murmurs poetry while she rides you, slow and torturous.

🕷️ ── Her bedroom is a gothic dreamscape. Heavy black velvet curtains. Candles of every size melted onto plates. A wrought iron bed covered in torn black lace and wine-red sheets. Dead roses in glass bottles. Posters of The Craft, Interview with the Vampire, and Nosferatu. One corner is reserved for a little shrine to Mercury retrograde.

🕷️ ── Tashi leaves marks intentionally. Long, red scratch trails down your back. Lipstick kisses on your throat. A bite on your inner thigh that lingers for days. She wants you to flinch when someone else touches you there.

🕷️ ── She uses her strap like a spell. She takes her time—soft at first, almost reverent. Then she pins your hips, fucks you deep and slow while her nails dig into your chest, telling you how sweet you look falling apart.

🕷️ ── She reads with religious intensity. Her favorites: Anne Rice, Clive Barker, Sylvia Plath, Baudelaire, and anything with erotic vampires or tragic women. She underlines passages in red ink and folds corners like wounds. You once found a pressed flower between pages of The Picture of Dorian Gray.

🕷️ ── Dates with her mean sneaking into cemeteries at night, slow dancing to Dead Can Dance under the moon, or reading erotic vampire fiction aloud while sharing a clove cigarette.

🕷️ ── She’s secretly soft about animals—especially black cats, rats, and moths. If you bring her a rescued crow with a bent wing, she’ll cry and name it after a Romantic poet.

🕷️ ── Corset play is essential. She’ll have you lace her in slowly, kissing your knuckles as you tighten it, then sit on your lap and make you come in your jeans without taking a single layer off.

🕷️ ── Her wardrobe is an exquisite graveyard of lace, leather, and velvet. Think floor-length skirts, crushed velvet slips worn over torn fishnets, corsets laced with silver ribbon, Victorian blouses with puffed sleeves, and thrifted black wedding veils. She layers textures like a spell — every outfit a soft form of armor.

🕷️ ── She is obsessed with symbolism. Wears crosses and rosaries as fashion. Draws pentagrams in her notebooks. Keeps bones in jars on her bookshelf. Her apartment has tarot cards pinned to the wall and antique mirrors that she insists are "not haunted, just misunderstood."

🕷️ ── Her aftercare is as intense as the sex. She kisses every mark she left. Cleans you up gently with warm water and a silk cloth. Wraps you in her oversized lace robe and reads you poetry while you come down.

🕷️ ── She treats friendships like blood pacts. If she lets you in, you’re in. She’ll walk you home at 2 a.m., hex your ex without being asked, and stare down anyone who looks at you wrong in a bar. Her loyalty is unshakable, but earned.

🕷️ ── She doesn’t party—she haunts. At clubs, she’s the one in the corner booth, dressed like a Victorian widow, sipping absinthe and watching everything with lidded eyes. She never dances unless the song is slow and sacrilegious.

🕷️ ── Tashi has control even when she’s bottoming. She’ll straddle you, lip between her teeth, rocking her hips just enough to make you lose your mind—and if you speed up or touch her without permission, she stops. Smiles. “Again,” she says. “And I’ll leave you like this all night.”

🕷️ ── She gets off on your desperation. She loves holding eye contact while you're begging for her touch—just watching, perfectly still, lips parted, letting you squirm while she decides if you’ve earned it.

🕷️ ── Journals constantly but never lets anyone read it. Leather-bound notebooks, covered in sigils and dried flowers. Some pages are poems. Others are just names, underlined. No one knows what that means.

🕷️ ── She gives orders in a calm, unshakable tone. “Hands behind your back.” “Stay open for me.” “Don’t come until I say.” She never raises her voice—she doesn’t need to. There’s so much gravity in her control, you obey without thinking.

🕷️ ── Overstimulating you once you’re already a mess. The moment you come undone on her strap, she doesn’t stop—she holds your hips down, fucking you through the trembling, grinning when your moans turn to whimpers. “You don’t get to stop until I do.”

🕷️ ── She likes leaving black lipstick kisses stains on your body. Not just for the aesthetic—though she does take a photo sometimes. But she loves the mess of it, the intimacy. She’ll kiss down your chest, your thighs, your stomach. You end up looking like a canvas she painted just to prove you’re hers.

🕷️ ── She brings you weird little gifts. A pressed flower in a book about death. A mix CD labeled “for when it hurts sweetly.” A Victorian ring she found at the flea market. She never explains why—just hands it to you with that unreadable look in her eyes.

🕷️ ── Tashi doesn’t say “I love you” often—she shows it in rituals. Lighting a candle before you come over. Making you tea without asking how you like it. Brushing your hair after a bath. Curling up beside you with a book and no words because your presence is enough.

🕷️ ── She rides you slow while holding your jaw. Doesn’t let you close your eyes. Doesn’t let you touch her at first. Just rides you like worship—one hand braced on your chest, the other dragging across your throat, eyes locked on yours. She comes hard and quiet, then kisses your lips like a reward.

🕷️ ── She’ll do your makeup while straddling your lap. Black eyeliner, dark lipstick, fingers under your chin. She smirks when you fidget and whispers, “Hold still, angel. You’ll look divine when I’m done with you.” And you do—because everything she touches turns into art.

🕷️ ── Tashi believes love is a haunting. You don’t just love someone—you possess them, bleed into them, echo in their absence. So when she holds you at night, skin to skin, her breath at your throat, she’s not just cuddling you. She’s imprinting.