#👁️You called Scar?

[life-winners-liveblog]

Hey Scar, try seeing if a /gift works for anyone. I’d ask Scott to try and give a heart, but with the whole being dead thing he might not have any to give. Since the heart you give isn’t from your own health, I’m curious to see how it’ll work.

-Aki❄️

Scar: Oh! Let's gift Grian! I feel like he really needs it!

*Grian has left the g̸̣̦̺̞̳̖͔̫͓͙̙̎̑̍́̏̐̄́́̆̆̕â̴̲̱̆̓́́̑̅̑̓͘m̸̛̛̗̻͍͍̯͐̅̾̌́̔́̐̎̑̕͘͝ȩ̴̟̳̞͎͉̑̑̇̃͑͂̋͗̃̕͘̕͝͝*

Scar: huhhhhh what happened? Why did-

Scar:... Did... Did I just...

[ghoulphile]

ur user really makes me think about the idea that Coop really likes teasing you for finding him hot. Mumbling in your ear " you fuck all ghouls or just me, sweetheart?" or reaally liking when he makes you gasp "ghoul" when you cum on his dick. Something about corruption kinks, that he loves the idea of turning someone into a proper wastelander

i- 👁️👄👁️ i have never felt so called out in my goddamn life

... especially if at first you used to recoil from him, did your best not to touch him, etc. and maybe - just maybe - he taunted and teased you for months, a slow seduction if you will. using his charm to butter you up, get you comfortable.

eventually your breath started to catch when he crowded close, a smirk tugging at his lips while you, wide-eyed, waited to see what he'd do only to be disappointed as he backed off. then you started trying to sneak little brushes of his bare hands when he wasn't wearing gloves.

he kept pressing the boundaries, testing - and breaking - your limits. until finally you can't take it anymore, crumbling under the sexual tension that's been building for weeks - months.

you don't recoil from him anymore, in fact, you lean into him, mouth hungry and hands greedy, plastering yourself against him as much as possible; scrambling into his lap and trying to grind on his dick as you seek out his lips.

only he keeps his hands to himself, chuckles at how cute you look all desperate and teary-eyed. lets you sit with that rejection until you quietly ask if he doesn't want you, if you read the signs wrong.

lets the silence drag out before reaching up to cup your cheek and brush his scarred thumb over your lips, tracking the flutter of your lashes, the needy pucker of your mouth as you lean into the touch, tongue flicking across the pad of his fingertip.

"well now, ain’t this interestin'. you damn near yacked the first time i touched you, and now you can't get enough. so which is it? i'm gettin' all kinds of confused."

"i - i," your hands bite into the meat of his shoulders, "oh god, please, just - just do something, anything! i can't take it anymore."

"what would the vaulties think of you now, huh? pantin' like a bitch in heat for a ghoul." his dark eyes glint in the low light of the campfire, hellfire dancing in their depths as he tsks. "you really want my dick so bad you'd let me do whatever i wanted, wouldn't you, sweetheart?"

a filthy rush of shame-lust-arousal blooms to life behind your navel; a hook that sinks deep and tugs so hard your thighs clench around his hips. your nails drag over the ragged cloth of his jacket as you squirm, eyes flicking off to the side.

"uh huh," he says, tapping your cheek firmly. "none of that. you look me in the face and you answer me - i ain't askin' twice."

tears cling to your lashes when you turn back, your lower lip pulled tight between your teeth. tremors work their way through your shoulders, down your arms, ending in the jittery caress of your fingers along his neck.

"i want..." you swallow, tongue glued to the roof of your mouth as your throat clicks against itself. "i want y-your dick."

a roguish grin slices across his face, all teeth as he says, "you better work for it then, darlin'. gotta show me you deserve it first."

[tarjapearce]

you got me thinking how delicious ranchero Miguel is ((and he is 🐺)) going back again to him literally training without a shirt…showing the aftermath of your night’s intimacy on his skin and I mean scratch marks on both his arms and back….👁️👁️

Tell me he won’t show that off to tease you 😭

Oh he would. 👀

He would wake up at crisp five am, his room although in the barn, would be properly conditioned with everything he needed. The least your parents could do was to give him a proper place since his job in the farm the first few weeks convinced them enough to stay.

Miguel slicked his hair back, removing the front bangs from his face as he looked in the mirror. He smirked at the scratches on his arms, his torso, and when he turned around, he saw some more littering the top of his back.

The sudden memory of him being buried womb-deep in you, made the hairs on his arms to rise. They were his battle scars, and of course would flaunt them off. He took a shower, got ready and got himself to work.

------

The blazing sun of mid day, made him remove his shirt. Sweat rolled down his back, the ripples of his muscle contracting and expanding as he shoveled Agustín food in his container.

The horse took a bit of work to manage, almost throwing him out the saddle at first, but slowly, Miguel earned his trust. It was the only time your father had actually acted out of his stuck up and despective persona to congratulate him. He had gotten Agustín as a gift from another farmer. Your father was a well known man in the community.

Miguel then moved to groom him. Soft bristle brushes, a bit of oils for the horse hair, multiple vitamin caplets and of course a new pair of shoes for Agustín front legs. He had taken a like to the horse, even had developed a distinct call just for him.

Another helper under his tutoring approached him with fresh hay for Luis, your horse, he couldn't help but notice the marks on his skin.

"Had a good night, boss?"

He chuckled and prepare the colt's bottle of milk.

"Este chamaco..." (This kid...) he'd mumble.

"I mean, if the Mrs. saw you like that she'd be horrified."

"Cuando no." (As usual) He tittered at the thought, that just evolved into an idea.

"Get Joaquín more hay, if he still refuses to eat, tell the upper boss." He threw Agustín's saddle over his shoulder and prepared him for another training session.

By this hour you and your mother would be awake and enjoying a bit of a brunch in the porch. After grooming and treating Agustín, he put the saddle on him, and rode him to stretch his legs. To his not surprise your mother was there, rambling about how some of your friends looked like they had already had intercourses.

The word made you giggle and you just earned another swat with her rolled newspaper.

He adored your laugh, before your mother could shoo him away, he tipped his hat and made a blow kissing gesture your way. You couldn't help but beam bashfully at him. The scratches of your previous night made your legs to cross in instinct. His torso bounced softly with every gallop Agustín did.

"How shameless. Parading his... unholy doings before us."

"It's awfully hot, mom. Might as well swimm a bit on the pool."

"Still, we have rules in this house, (Name)." She huffed and you rolled your eyes.

"I don't know how your father can allow him do such... things under our home! What would people say if they saw a tramp walking out from the bsrn! Oh Jesus Lord forbids it. We would be the talk of town. He should take in consideration your father's job as a head of the church."

------

After a few hours of hearing your mother's rambling and she taking her usual evening stroll with her friends, you'd sneak out in the barn, and hug him from behind.

"You made my mom flustered and angry" You giggled as he spun you around and kissed you deeply.

"Was she pissed?"

"Oh very. Called you inmoral." He smirked and bit your bottom lip, your hands raked on his head, putting his hat on your head.

"Then, I love to do inmoral things to you, chula." You giggled as he made you straddle his lap, kissing you deeper.

"That makes us two"

"Is she out?" You nodded and smirked with a teasing grind.

"Wanna do unholy things in the meantime?" He whispered in your ear with a tempting smile. Of course you'd do. Always.

[via-l0ve]

I'd love to see more Supernatural stuff like "would you love me if I was a worm?", please! c:

Calling The Spn Boys Really Cringey Nicknames (preference!)

a/n: i literally love you sm. when you requested this i was fr begging my brain to come up with ANYTHING and then boom here you are so thank you sm for this :)) i wasn’t sure if you meant like preferences or a funny little chaotic write up so i did both :) hope you enjoy!! (wendy williams is such a meme.)

Warnings: swearing, chaos tbh, not proofread

characters included: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley

Dean:

Sam was in the room and you know you gotta mess with the moose man

you walk up to dean all innocent and you hand him a beer you got from the fridge.

“here you go, honey bunches.” insert voice you use when talking to a puppy

dean stared for a second before going

“thanks?”

“of course, Schmoopie.”

HELP

Sam rn:

You just walk away like it’s normal and go back to doing whatever you’re doing and sam is literally DISGUSTED

after a couple of seconds he just goes

“schmoopie?” bro is about to cry hes so dead cus wtf is that nickname

“yeah?” you respond, shrugging.

“never say that again.” Sam deadpans and Dean gets up to walk to you.

“what the hell was that nickname.” he asks, a HINT of a blush on his face.

you smiled. “i think it’s cute!”

he literally looks scared.

“stop it. never again.” SHIVER ME TIMBERS

you scarred the poor man and his brother

Sam:

He’s working late on research for a case you guys are in town for and he’s delirious

you bring him a coffee and decide to fuck with him a little bit

“here’s your coffee, Sammy.”

“oh, thank you y/n”

“anything for my cutie patootie!” you kiss his head and walk away

he’s literally going 👁️👄👁️

maybe he’s delirious but he’s not psycho (maybe)

him rn:

“y/n.. what?”

you just turn around all innocent

“what? cant i call you my cutie patootie? or would you rather me call you my schnuckums?”

“what the fuck.”

“y/n. go to bed.”

you made him go to bed because he thought he was hallucinating

castiel:

my precious baby

he totally asked dean all about pet names and stuff and dean was like “STAY AWAY FROM THESE ONES..”

so when you call him your poopsie he’s like 🤨

but he dosent wanna do anything weird so he goes

“love you too, Schmoop.”

GOODBYE.

he fought back

now it’s your turn to actively cringe

you when he fought back:

he tells dean about it the next day and dean is in absolute SHAMBLES

i love cas he deserves nothing but love and support

he would totally keep calling you that name just to see you die inside every time

he loves you

i love him

he’d research cringe couple names and come across Petite Chou (small cabbage) in french and call you that

everyone would think it was something cute and meant a lot

Small Cabbage

Crowley:

i honest to god feel like crowley has seen so much and you’re so chaotic he wouldn’t even bat an eye

“i love you baby cakes!!”

“mhm. love you too, y/n.”

“hey my schmoople!”

“hi y/n.”

“how was your day, snuffleuffagus?”

“good. how was yours, love?”

he’s so used to you and your antics tbh he honestly thinks it’s hilarious

but he isn’t even phased anymore lol

you guys are a power couple

[just-some-user-hunny]

Edward scissorhands headcanons...

I'm in the mood for Halloween as of late, so thought I'd dedicate some headcanons to some of my favourite Halloween movie characters!

~🖤~❄️~🕸️~🖤~❄️~🕸️~🖤~❄️~🕸️~🖤~❄️~

~ he is such a sweet man :(( he's incredibly shy and withdrawn, but has this little inkling of curiousity and kindness that twinkles in his dark doe eyes.

~ watches you hug your friends and family with this longing in his eyes, but will avert his gaze if you look at him. Edward would do anything to be able to hold you, and to be held by you- but alas his fear of even laying a scratch on you outweighs those desires. Still, he can't help but dream a little.

~ he's woken from dreams of embracing you tightly, only to wake up holding a pillow that's been practically sliced to ribbons and his mattress covered in feathers. Edward will just blink and then go :(

~ he's extremely paranoid about hurting you. Longing, yearning looks will be cast towards your hands- before he slowly gazes down at his own blades, before deflating and withering within himself. As a people pleaser, he'll never complain or bring it up, but he thinks about it a lot.

~ he feels like a ghost around you. Being seen, but unable to touch. He wishes he had hands like yours so that he could hold you and cup your face to feel your warmth, but alas all he can do is imagine.

~ Edward speaks so so softly, and his voice is just very soothing. You'll have to initiate the conversations, and he'll mostly just listen, but now and then he'll answer back. He's very polite, but shy.

~ ok but helping him eat when he struggles at the dinner table :( you'll see him fumble around with his blade hands, and the moment you feed him a forkful of food yourself, he just gives you this little thankful look :(

~ him going on errands with you, and just kind of fumbles silently and stays glued to your heels as he follows you around like a puppy in the grocery store. He is limited in what he can do due to his scissors, but the things he can do like

~ ok but Edward helping you with little things that he can do that makes him feel helpful and happy. Say you're sewing some torn clothing that he accidentally snipped whilst trying to help with laundry, and you'll hold out the thread for him- and he just carefully snips it and smiles sweetly when you praise him :(

~ inviting him to lay his head on your lap so you can somewhat cuddle that way, and he's very hesitant but indulges in it after a little reassurance and patience. He'll peer up at you softly as you lightly pet his messy locks of inky hair, and not really look away 😅 you'll be contently watching TV whilst he's in your lap, and then look down because he's being unusually silent and you're met with his unblinking eyes staring at yours like 👁️-👁️ he's part terrified of hurting you in anyway, and part elated at this small contact with you. Your lap is very comfortable, much more comfier than whatever he has had to sleep on within his cold decrepit mansion in his lonesome past.

~ carving pumpkins with him and he just makes these really intricately carved jack-o'-lanterns which he shows off proudly <3 he'll gladly help you if you need any as well. Just cute fun bonding together as you get ready for Halloween.

~ kissing the scars and cuts on his face

:( <3 constantly patching him because he's constantly knicking and cutting himself by accident, so you'll always be cleaning his injuries and dressing them with bandaids and kisses. It definitely makes it more bearable for him.

~ Edward is rather tall, so you'll have to usher him to crane his neck whenever you give him kisses. It's almost become an unconscious thing to him now. Whenever you call or usher to him, he'll bow his head down for you to stroke his head or kiss his forehead. Sometimes, when he has the courage, he'll return the gester and gently peck a light kiss to your forehead as well <3

~ overall, he's just very sweet and gentle! Although he may be clumsy and a little unsure of things, he holds genuine care and fondness for you, and he'll express it in any way he can

[i-cant-sing]

Okay…. The ask about teen reader being adopted by Rei?

Sure, Rei is scary, but Mia is still a bitch

Teen reader with Rei? She can actually BREATHE around her without feeling like she’s walking on constant eggshells whenever she was around Mia. She can enjoy ACTUAL food, a hello and hug from Rei whenever they meet in public or she pops by for a visit. She slipped up and called her mom a few times on accident but Rei just smiles and says it’s perfectly fine ☺️

They can go clothes shopping, Rei doesn’t judge her for the scars neither… unlike Mia, Rei probably feels guilty for causing Shoto his scar from the boiling water.

Ethan and Mia “bumping into” teen reader: oh my god, hi sweetie~! 😇

(Y/N): 👁️👄👁️

Rei: (Y/N)~! I got us our ice cream~! 😊

(Y/N): coming, MOM *flips off Mia and skips over to Rei, giving her a present* happy Mother’s Day, mom. I know you felt bad for ruining the mug, so I made you another one ☺️

*Mug is baby blue with pink hearts and the label “coolest mom ever 🥳”*

Rei: oh, (Y/N)….! *smothers her face in kisses while Mia is close to shrieking*

Excellent analysis! Bravo 👏 👏 👏

[ghouljams]

God i love moon so much. Cowboy soap too. There’s no question to this ask, i just- ah i fucking love those two. Moon is seriously fighting their way to be my favorite darling. Just the concept of them, their dialogue, their behaviors- *chiefs kiss*

Love me some moon n’ soap.

Now give us Birde and Gaz, this is a threat. /j

Hope ur having a good day Ghoul! Always good to read ur blog -Lurk 👁️

Would you settle for 1870z Birdie and Gaz?

You think it’s sort of silly to keep you in the hold overnight, you’re barely drunk and you didn’t hit the gunslinger that hard. You’re sure you’ll hear about it when you see the kids on Monday. Bad gas travels fast in a small town and all that. At least the company is good. You like the deputy well enough, though you’ve only seen him around. Never had much reason to interact with him before tonight.

“I’ve got me a ranger with the prettiest eyes, he’s sure a straight shooter even when he lies, but give him a horse and he’ll race out that door, leavin’ me cryin’ like a penniless whore.”

“Teachers shouldn’t say whore,” Gaz tells you with a smile, you wave a hand at him from behind the iron bars.

“You didn’t like the drinking songs, I’m improvising,” You hum a few more bars, trying to think through your usual catalog. You’re not really an entertainer, but you’ve never had so many complaints about your singing.

“What’s your name again?”

“Kyle,” His smile could light up a cave, you’ve never seen eyes sparkle like that.

“Come in, come in, my love Kyle,” He laughs, you take a moment to enjoy it before continuing, “stay with my this night, you shall have both ale and coal, my fire burning bright.” You hum filling in for the usual guitar. The cell isn’t cold, but there’s a nice chill from the night air. You close your eyes, lean your head back against the wall of the cell. “Well I won’t come in, I can’t come in, I won’t come in at all, there’s a lady ten times fair than you, waitin’ in lord barnets hall-”

“I don’t buy that,” Kyle cuts in, you blink open your eyes to look at him.

“What?”

“I don’t buy it,” He drags his chair closer to the cell.

“Which part?”

“Never seen anyone half as pretty as you, but ten times?” He shakes his head, rests his elbows on his knees as he leans forward, “That’d have to be an act of God.” You let out a breath, jerk your head to the side so you stop looking at his sincerity. Lord this man is making your cheeks hot. You press the back of your hand to your face to try and cool it down.

“D’you flirt with all your prisoners?”

“Only the pretty ones," he sounds far too genuine for you to keep pretending he's joking.

“You think I’m pretty now, you should see me without the drunk and disorderly charge.” You joke.

“I have,” He says, “seen you, I mean. You’re a fuckin’ miracle, like walkin’ sunshine.” See that's just unfair. You aren't supposed to be sweet talked by the man that pulled you out of a bar fight just shy of an hour ago. You'd think that should've scared him off of thinking you're heaven sent.

"You're not supposed to keep thinkin' that after you see me fight," you can't explain the way your voice quiets, or the rush of your pulse in your ears. You think maybe you're embarrassed, weird you don't usually get embarrassed by this sort of thing.

"Probably not, but that isn't gonna stop me," Kyle leans close to the bars of the cell, reaches a hand to brush his knuckles against your cheek, "Don't get shy on me now, Teach, I still wanna know where you got that right hook."

"Birdie," you grab his hand, lace your fingers together, "my friends call me Birdie."

"What do I call you if I don't wanna be friends?" His thumb strokes the back of your hand, his eyes warm as they stare into yours. You hardly notice the bars between you, too focused on his smile, the crease of his cheeks and the little scar under his eye. You wonder how he got that, and if he'd tell you if you asked.

"I don't know," You hum, glancing around the cell, and the sheriff's office, "but I suppose we've got all night to figure it out."

-

Price stares down at you and Gaz asleep in the holding cell. Passed out on the bench and cuddled close as can be. He pinches the bridge of his nose, tries not to be angry at this. He knew Gaz was pining after you but this is just ridiculous.

"Either of you mind explainin' how this happened?" He asks the room at large. Gaz at least has the decency to sit bolt upright at the sound of his voice, knocking your head off his chest and onto the wood seat. He keeps his hands on your hips, protective, to keep you from falling off the bench and onto your ass.

You grumble something and push yourself up onto your hands to wipe the sleep out of your eyes. Price raises his brows and fixes Gaz with his glaring, since he's the only one he has any real control over. You don't even have the decency to look embarrassed, untangling your legs from Gaz's so you can sit properly and soothing your hands over your skirt. You stand and try to scoot past him with a "Sheriff." He scruffy you and drags you back to sit back on the bench.

"Believe I asked you two a question, and I don't like repeatin' myself," he presses.

"Is Goose boarding a gunslinger?" You ask, blatantly trying to change the subject. Price points a finger at you, then brings it to his lips. You shut your mouth quickly. He points at Gaz.

"Broke up a bar fight, met my wife, must've passed out while we were talkin'." He rattles off, you turn to look at him and mouth:

"Wife?" Gaz gives you a small smile and a shrug. You turn to look back at Price and nod. Price sucks in a breath, and lets it out in a hiss before nodding.

"Alright, out, before word gets out and you don't have a class come Monday." You scramble to your feet, and slip past him to get out of the cell. You give Gaz a small wave which he eagerly returns before Price hears the office door open and shut. "Since when are you two chummy?" Price asks when he's sure you're gone.

"Since she nearly knocked Ghost's lights out and I had to carry her back here kickin'." Gaz runs a hand over his head, scratches his neck, a lovesick look in his eye.

"Mean right hook on that one," Price nods. Gaz hums, staring at the door past him. Price rolls his eyes and smacks his shoulder, "Alright, go after her. Can't have you moping around here all day when we've got work that needs doing."

Gaz grins and wastes no time shouldering past him and out into the bright Texas sun.

[libras-interactives]

Under the Devil's Moon - 1.1.0

This is the final stuff I wanted to add before seriously drafting Chapter 2. Woo! That means I won't be adding any additional content until Chapter 2 is mostly done, only bugfixes.

Here's where you can play the update, the usual place! It's still an HTML file and super simple y'all - open it up in whatever browser you use on desktop or mobile. PLEASE DM or message me about bugs you come across, I'm still new to this!

ALSO thank you for @ladybugkisses for taking my commission to draw my babies 🥺 Jack, Lottie, Eveline and Marius look so wonderful!!!! I'm going to be posting the picture separate because I can't get enough of it ... please check out her blog, her art is so fun and nice to look at.

Patch Notes:

Zib and Wick scenes have been added, both platonic and romantic. You won’t get all three in a single night! That’s alright  - plenty of time to meet them in Chapter 2.

Eveline has gotten a small, additional scene if you're romantically interested in her, as well as some text changes in general.

Zib and Atlas get themselves a tarot reading scene. Wick and Viktor will have to wait until you see more of them!

Filipino and Swedish have been added as culture options.

Some cultures (Mexico, Germany and Russia for now) have additional text in the Bringing Family to America deal; others will follow eventually. Mostly just some historical context because I really like reading and writing about it

Scars in general, especially visible and severe ones, have been reworked. A tin facial prosthetic (similar to those worn by WW1 vets) is an option if you'd like to cover up.

Cello and Saxophone have been added as instruments for Musician!MC.

MCs with the Baby deal can now specify what the child calls them (i.e. Mom, Papa, etc.)

Additional text and clarification in some places. Some dialogue has been changed to better suit the chosen Occupation/Personality.

Plenty of grammar fixes, typo corrections and bugfixes - Musician has been fixed quite a lot (oops) and gender is no longer rioting... For now.

A little preview for Chapter 2 ... 👁️👁️

[suhjihanma]

kinktober request with toji and geto 👁️👁️ double penetration, just thinking abt being sandwiched between them while they use you for their pleasure while one of them chokes you!!! maybe a camera is hidden somewhere in the room but geto and toji don’t know 🤭🤭

Author's Note: Ah, this is all over the place. Too horny. I honestly hope you like it, anon. I tried. Also I got a little headache so it might be all over the place a bit. Apologies. Also, it's been a minute since I wrote a kinktober fic since my computer has been acting up lately. So, once again apologies if short.

[ Session at Play... ]

(Kink 11: Threesome, penetration, recording) Pairing: Toji Fushiguro / Geto Suguru / Female ! Reader Content warnings: degradation, threesome, recording, choking, name calling, dubious content, roughness of intercourse, female reader is a dog

They didn't know that they were being recorded.

All both of the men know that one cock is thrusting deep inside your snugged walls while the other is desperately teasing the sensitive, puckered hole. The tip was slowly circling around the closed hole as the man thrusting in front of you peppered kisses across your drooling mouth, slacked from the senseless emotions of getting fucked raw.

“Hope you prep her. Bitch is tight as fuck.” Toji huffed out a long groan before slamming himself inside you, making you cry out from the overstimulation. You threw your head back in response, the weary, fucked out head rested against Suguru’s broad shoulders as Suguru placed a small kiss on your cheek. 

“Then again, she could give less of a damn.” The constant mewls that escaped from your lips soon to be more helpless as you clawed effortlessly against Toji’s back. The wordless pleads that beg Toji to stop fucking you ever so deep went on deaf ears. You sensed that Toji’s pace was going faster, each grunt made him fuck you more deep, his tip brushing against the corners of that familiar organ that created a bashful cry from the oversstimulation. 

“Please, it’s too much.” You mewled out, the tone of voice being compared to a whining whore. 

“Shut it.” Toji silenced you with a thrust so deep that you tried to move from the sandwiched position between both men. Your pitiful cry could only be silenced by a hand that was wrapped around your neck. Each breath was tightening by his grip as he fucked you mercilessly. Breathing became nonexistent as you clawed at his back, begging for him to stop. Now, his grip suddenly becomes loose as a hoarsely loose laugh fills the room. 

Now you were in a vulnerable position.

Regardless of being in a vulnerable position, it was a  position that had the aroma of sweat and sex, your senses grew disorientated from the overfilling pleasures of each man that rested between your fragile body. 

You wonder what will be next as each men fuck your hole without forgiveness. 

It seemed like Suguru listened to the body language of women as he voiced his concern, breath all too hitched with the sense of his cock now engulfed with the sensitive muscle that wrapped around his girth. Knowing that your body was beginning to ache for something more, and wanted to reach its climax by the endless fucking, Suguru tried his best to develop a complete sentence. 

“Toji, would it kill you to be nice?” Suguru’s voice got entrapped by the escaping moans that crossed his lips as his hips started to thrust slowly against the friction of tightening heat. 

“Fuck, she is tight. Even here.” Suguru shamelessly commented. 

“I am being nice. I’m letting this slut take two cocks at the same time,” He gulped and sighed heavily across your dampened walls. As each thrust led you to another place, so did the nerves that grew to be more sensitive each moment. Toji’s signature smirk grew soften as another heavy sigh escaped his slacken lips, a small leak of saliva forms at the cross of his scarred lips.  

He was close. 

Suguru sighed and looked at you with a soft smile, his lips planting a small peck on your neck. Hopefully, he wonders that  you didn’t take any offense to Toji’s words. Then again, the fullness of taking someone from the front and the behind was too strong to bear. As each man continued to let themselves deeper in your core, you continuously cry out in pleasure, begging to whoever that was close to just come. You wanted to steal whatever release they had in them and hopefully the camera that was hidden in the crevices will capture each moment that was happening in your fucked out state.

Then again, hopefully this footage will be put to good use.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

What torture have you put the Cowboy through?

Uhhhh let’s seeeeee-[pulls out a giant binder] (TW: child 4buse, and death)

Uhh I took the out sight out of one of his eyes, he has two star shaped scars (one on his side and one on his blind eye) that Mexico gave him cuz Mexico is an asshole, Mexico killed Texas’s mother when he was eight years old um-

I’ve ever so kindly given Texas asthma cuz I’m so loving /lhj

Texas got his father’s alcoholism, except instead of being an abusive drunk, he’s just a sad drunk.

Religious trauma religious trauma religious tra-

Mexico essentially used Texas as a punching bag and called it training or just used his drunkenness as a way to justify it

Texas hides behind Gov at literally every single international meeting if Mexico is in the room. One time, Mexico managed to corner Texas and made it look as though he was just having a friendly conversation when he did in fact know that he was scaring Texas and making him uncomfortable.

‘Please please add on 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

[life-winners-liveblog]

Yeahhh it wasn't empty, purgatory (the place they went through to get to limbo) had a guy calling themselves the Watcher even though the names already taken by you lot who isn't to happy with 3L Scar and 3L Joel now.

-Demi

👁️... The who👁️

[manchineel-bean]

NY hc’s? 👁️👁️

*🩴*

HOME STATE WOO

Birthday: Unknown date in 1624 (Uses July 26 as birthday). Formation of New Amsterdam. 400 years old (as of 2024).

Parent: The Dutch Colonial Empire

Human name: Killian Lieven

Human age: approx 28 yrs old

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Demi-boy (he/they)

Description: 5'1. Left eye is blue with gold flakes. Right eye is gold with blue flakes. Slightly curly long hair. Hair is dark reddish brown with hints of lighter brown. Has a few white streaks and white patches in hair caused by poliosis circumscripta. Medium brown (olive) skin patched with white caused by vitiligo. Freckles shaped like mini suns.

Languages: Collects them like pokemon (no official language or recognized language so speaks any spoken in state) Scars/deformities/disorders: Autism. Trouble breathing and shortness of breath. Large scars and burn marks on back caused by the burning of New York City during the American Revolution and wings being removed by the British Empire during British takeover and Martial Law placed on NYC. Amputated left leg caused by machine accident in gilded age. Fingers missing from right hand caused by The Great Blizzard of 1888. Scar on cheek and lip from prohibition/mafia era. Large scar going from top of eyebrow, down to under chin causing right eye to be blind from 9/11. Other minor scars from other incidents

Animal/Unusual attributes: Beaver and Bald eagle features. Beaver tail and webbed foot. Bald eagle feathers on cheek and tail feathers over beaver tail. Used to have bald eagle wings. Sun-like freckles that glow in a golden color due to the flag having a sun on it and the old New York flag being a yellowish color.

Silly facts: Loves to make clothing and just sewing in general (stuffed animals galore). Does graffiti art and sells work to buyers. Has 2 pigeons named Leven (Life in Dutch) and Ziel (Soul). Plays violin and viola. Fucking loves oysters (fun fact: Was called the Big Oyster before the Big Apple because there were huge oysters and oyster beds. People loved them so much oyster shells would pile up everywhere and would be used to make roads). Chef 100 and baker. (DID YOU KNOW THAT THE DUTCH WERE THE FIRST TO INTRODUCE COOKIES TO THE OTHER COLONIES??!?! THAT'S WHY THE DUTCH WORD FOR COOKIE IS ‘Koekje’. SO FUCK CALLING THEM BISCUITS.)

Home state :] I've checked out History of New York Year by Year too many times

[j0ystix]

Masc BSD female character HCs!

I know some people don’t like masc version of BSD girls but I think they can be cute T^T

Masc Yosano:

- Has Tattoos but hides it very well. It’ll only be revealed at a beach episode, not even Fukuzawa was aware of it and only Ranpo knew

- Fem Yosano is called the Angel Of Death but Masc Yosano is called the “Unkillable soldier” I think it’s cool. Mori made 12 year old Yosano enter war and heal soldiers spontaneously on battling grounds. Yosano’s first tattoo was when he was 12. The other soldiers gave him a matching Raven tattoo on his collarbone. Hence, the raven symbolises camaraderie. It was also because the war was extremely violent and the soldiers were afraid that their bodies might get mutilated to become beyond unidentifiable after death therefore, the tattoos were identifiers for their families. This tattoo was a reminder to Yosano that he ABSOLUTELY cannot fail to heal his comrades

- He was given a butterfly clip to put over his chest rather than the normal butterfly hair clip

- Yosano was taught that he had to soldier on and stay strong and although he wanted to let his comrades die and stop healing them, he couldn’t bare losing his friends and seeing the tattoo become the only memory he has of them

- The soldiers spoke highly of Yosano because he’s a trained fighter as well hence, unkillable soldier

- Overtime, Yosano just got a bunch of tattoos for fun but it was mostly to cover up his scarring. He healed himself so many times that scars were left behind

- Yosano is handsome. DEFINITELY. Him and Dazai are ADA whores

- In general, Yosano is protective of all the girls in the ADA but he’s fully aware that they could protect themselves

- He respects women incredibly. If there was a crossover between genderbend BSD and normal BSD their interactions would be:

Masc Yosano : don’t worry, my subordinates are going to save us

Kajii: aren’t your agency mostly girls?

Masc Yosano : So? You’ve never met the women in my life. They can kick ass pretty well

- Yosano would bend down on one knee while the ADA girls seat on chairs whenever he talks to them (that one Nanami scene from JJK)

- I know Yosano is probably sadistic but i vision that he’s gentle with the girls. He might tease them a lot with sadistic remarks but he makes sure not to cause them pain. He only ever hurt his patients if they’re men because he finds it fun

(I know what you are Yosano. 👁️ 👁️)

- Yosano and Dazai are definitely fuck buddies. I don’t make the rules

Masc Kyōka:

- Quiet and expressionless like our normal Kyōka

- he has a very soft and feminine face so Mori would usually dress him up in kimonos to seduce the enemies

- likes bunnies and finds them cute, he’s not ashamed of that

- eats two times more than normal Kyōka does LOL rip Atsushi’s wallet

- Fukuzawa teaches him how to fight with a wooden sword in hopes of shaping Kyōka into a swordsmen

- Kyōka use to be scared of older women because of Akutagawa so he got a culture shock when he met Atsushi who’s so sweet and nice

- Kyōka sleeps in the closet while Atsushi sleeps on the futon!

- Kyōka passes by random hello Kitty stores and buy things for Atsushi (yes Fem Atsushi LOVES hello Kitty, she has a shrine of Hello Kitties at home)

- Yosano and Kyōka are very close! Yosano exercises with Kyōka every morning. Yosano was the one who taught Kyōka how to tie his tie, polish his shoe, shave his facial hair, fix a leaking pipe etc. THEY’RE SO CUTE I SWEAR.

- Kyōka learnt knitting for Atsushi

Masc Lucy:

- Definitely made Atsushi cry and regretted it afterwards

- Always screaming at people who block the entrance to the cafe

- The coffee owner loves him because he helps carry the heavy coffee bean bags

- has messy short hair with random short braids. He loves to braid hair

- gets into fights with Kyōka

- not a fighter but still an asset to the agency

- lowkey enemy to all women but not in a playboy manner, he’s just super mean to everyone, even girls

- went on a ‘date’ with Atsushi once and he showed up in T shirt and pants (horrifyingly)

- blushes and stutters lot around Atsushi

- Ever since he joined the coffee shop man and left the guild, he’s been putting more effort into his appearance like keeping his hair neat and trying to smile

- fishlens victim.

Masc Higuchi

- HIMBO. HIMBO.

- super skilled fighter but he’s actually clumsy. He would definitely pretend to dramatically faint in Gin’s arms

- hopeless romantic

- he dresses really well. Higuchi is actually really good looking at first glance but his obsession with Akutagawa and his clumsiness is a turn off for most women

- Initially, Higuchi was insecure that he was without ability which makes him “weaker” compared to Chuuya and Akutagawa(blah blah masculinity) and he often questions his place in the mafia but he soon accepted his circumstances and was proud to know strong ass women

- Higuchi is blunt but despite that, he’s a really good bodyguard and he has quite high battle iq but it can be overwhelmed by his impulsiveness. Mori offend reprimands him and tells him that he is holding himself back and he should start thinking rationally

- he’s the sweetest around Akutagawa, he would get her flowers, chocolates and everything but Akutagawa rejects his advances and gives the gifts to her brother

- Higuchi frequently has a mental breakdown when he loses in a monopoly game. He’s a tad bit crazy if I gotta be honest with you.

- Tachihara persuaded him to invest in stocks and he’s lowkey rich

- Higuchi is the type of man to wear wrongly paired socks and obliterate people in a dance off. Yes, Higuchi can dance

- Higuchi definitely does amateur Tarot reading HAHA IT’LL BE LIKE:

Higuchi : pick a card, Tachihara

tachihara : mmmkay. I got 7 hearts

Higuchi : this means that you’ll have 7 love interests awaiting you

Tachihara : REALLY

higuchi : either that or I swapped my tarot cards with Hirotsu’s poker cards hm…

Masc Gin:

- HOTTEST MAN YOU’LL EVER MEET. He’s so good looking that he attracts both the she’s he’s and they’s.

- of course he’s a strong fighter and assassin but he absolutely refuses to kill younger girls because they remind him too much of his older sister (Fem Akutagawa is small and scrawny so she looks like the younger sibling) Gin is very protective of his sister. Instead, once, when the city was under attack, Gin found a lost young girl crying for her brother so Gin took care of her until he found her family.

- If male Akutagawa met him, he would adore him

- Gin has a very low deep voice but he rarely talks too

- Gin buys cute things for his sister but Akutagawa never appreciates it. Gin would buy Sanrio keychains, dresses, shoes, jewellery and chocolate but Akutagawa doesn’t like it. Gin feels lost sometimes, he just wanted to buy a gift his sister would like

- Gin would comb his sister’s hair whenever she’s feeling unwell and tell her that she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever met then Akutagawa would roll her eyes in response

- Akutagawa was the one who took care of them when they lived in the slums. Gin always felt indebted to his sister because his sister endured a lot for him

- One time, Akutagawa REALLY wanted this limited edition earrings because she saw Dazai wearing them but they were out of stock in Yokohama. She was upset but she didn’t show it yet Gin knew so Gin travelled to Osaka just to find it for her

- Gin doesn’t entertain girls who have a crush on him. He doesn’t care much for girls but he still blushes when he finds out someone was interested in him

[riddlesrose]

that’s all, for real

w/ scaramouche

cw; none just very very very ooc scar bcs i just want to see him cared for but by a roommate instead of s/o 👁️

the cold winter weather covered the outside like a shaken snow globe. whisping winds and unique snowflakes flew from every which direction as they pleased.

the current show you were watching was some reality tv drama series about a girl who’s really annoying and all the male leads like her and whatnot, stupid old movies that look the same.

you picked up your phone, the time read ‘12:28 pm’, that’s weird, your roommate should’ve been back by now, but considering the weather… probably reasonable he’s late.

mindlessly scrolling through your phone, another half an hour passes and scaramouche still isn’t back. you’re staying up to make sure he gets home and to see if he was actually going to eat something. (he usually waits until the morning to eat but then complains that he’s hungry and you’re taking too long making eggs.)

you decided on calling him instead of waiting with no answer, one ring, two rings, three rings, four- you’re thinking of hanging up, maybe he chose to stay at a friends place and just didn’t bother telling you, “what.”

“would ya look at that, where the hell are ya?”

“outside the fucking door. open it.”

“no.” with that, you hung up and grabbed the first modest sweater you found.

the short walk to the front door to your shared apartment was long enough to scaramouche that he started knocking annoyingly, but not loud enough to wake the neighbours annoying dog that barks every day.

when you opened the door, you didn’t move so that scaramouche could get inside, no, you stood in the door way fully aware he was trying to enter the apartment, “so, why was the princess late to the castle this time?”

he looked you straight in the eyes, “don’t call me that god damn you, let me in before my fingers fall off.”

“fine, fine, fine.”

“you’re stupid.”

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re dumb.”

“you’re.. yeah no i’m out, too late for insults, when are you going to sleep? never?”

“whenever i do, now go so i can change.”

you followed suit and left to your room. the tv was still on but you decided to switch channels to come adult animated show, whatever was on at 1am.

settling back into your covers, long turned cold, your door slowly reopens, “stay back ghosts, i swear i’m armed.” your tired voice made the scare tactic unable to be scary as the door fully opened and revealed scaramouche, cleanly changed and what looks like should be off to bed after his long ass day.

“off to bed? came to say goodnight? what a good roo-”

you couldn’t finish your sentence as scaramouch silently closed the door again and made his way over to you, and sat on the floor, leaning against your bed.

“hey?”

“it.. it’s cold.”

“it’s mid december, i get it, it’s cold as balls in here.”

the gentle tone gave scaramouche the ‘ok’ to shift from the floor onto your bed, seemingly awkwardly.

you placed a hand on his back, “no need to feel embarrassed, i understand.”

he dramatically falls on his back after you removed your hand and replaced it under the covers. there was momentary shifting before it stopped and you felt his knees brush yours, he was facing you.

with the tv long forgotten and just used as a dim light source, you could see the outline of scaramouche’s face. you took your finger and traced a star on his cheek,

“stop that.”

you traced another star on his forehead,

“hey-”

and another on his other cheek,

“seriously..”

“yes seriously, you’re handsome, accept that.” he didn’t reply, only moved himself a bit closer to you, only because you were warm, that’s all, not because he secretly enjoyed the company and care, nope, not at all.

scaramouche’s bangs hung down across his forehead while you observed his tv lit features.

his hair was soft as you brushed his bangs back with your fingers and pressed the smallest, lightest kiss on his forehead. scaramouche was taken aback, he wasn’t expecting that. last person who ever did that was his mother. he hasn’t seen her in years.

aas he was still processing things you pulled him closer so that he’s be laying against you if he were to lay his head down flat, which he did after you shifted him over.

you wrapped an arm around his torso, and ran the other ran through his hair, slightly massaging his head in the process. thanks to you, sleep came easy to scaramouche that night unlike most of the previous nights. but only because you were warm, that’s all.

[kingkatsuki]

okay but now I gotta know what your theories are about Enjins scar 👁️👁️

I’m torn by thinking of theories that could be canon and simply making them the most self-indulgent thoughts known to man. You know how silly I feel having never noticed it until you pointed it out too?!😂😭

But we know Enjin wasn’t always called Enjin and he got the name off someone he owes a lot to? So what if the reason he owes a lot to them is because they literally saved his life? It’s gotta have been a pretty gnarly gash to scar that badly and it’s near enough to his temple that it could’ve been lethal.

I’m wondering if it happened before he became a Janitor? And maybe it helped him on the path to becoming one?

Or it could’ve just been a clash with one of the beasts but that seems SO boring and I feel like if it was that we’d have found out already?

But there has GOT to be a reason why he doesn’t talk about his past? And this might link to why😭

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Sorry if you already have a post on this or smthn! But I’m really curious as to why Aph would cannabalize people in MyS? And also is this a trait that’s in ur MCD rewrite? 👁️👁️

Can u maybe plz ramble about this bc I love the concept and I’m curious

(idk how coherent this is it was 1:30 when i wrote it and i haven't reread it lmao)

TW: Cannibalism, auto-cannibalism, sacrifices, blood magic etc

A

okay

mmhm i can do that! i do have like 800 posts about cannibalism, but i don't think i've spoken much about it in my MyS rewrite.

Okay, basically, all of the aphverse series are somehow connected in my rewrite. Aside from maybe MID since it's set on earth… but like, MCD, MyS, A Royal Tale, Mermaid Tales, etc, all connected somehow. Every version of Aph is a reincarnation of eachother, aside from MCD Aph, who is a slightly more complicated case.

BASICALLY, Irene is an asshole. She had a lot of power, which she gained through sketchy means, and used in the form of sketchy magic. Particularly, she used a lot of blood magic, which was the form of magic which predated even her and Shad. It's a particularly taxing form of magic, and it requires a lot of sacrifice (literally). Blood magic requires blood sacrifices, and lots of them, which Irene was lucky to have from so many many people, giving her a lot of freedom with her usage of it. However, specific sacrifices held a certain… magical value. Due to the emotional aspect of human sacrifice, it was the form that gave the most power. All that to say, with all the magic that Irene had left after the war, she decided to pulverise herself completely. She knew that she couldn't die properly, as a god, but she could destroy every speck of her physical form (save her heart, which remained intact). 

However, from the immortal pool of gore and viscera left behind by her death, Avra (my version of Aphmau) was born. This would be fine, if not for the fact that blood magic was what bound Avra into form (an SK got hurt moving through the temple, and the blood landing upon the stone did count as a sacrifice, even if accidental). This melded blood magic into her very being. The only other relevant occasion where blood magic is melded into someone is THE SHADOW KNIGHT TRANSFORMATION PROCESS. And that is complicated bc technically the SK is the sacrifice… its weird, Sks are weird. ANYWAYS, my point is that force-joining a living entity with blood magic causes them to have a very, very strong desire to consume juicy, juicy meat. For Sks, this often manifests in the form of craving the meat of the creatures they fear eating the most (Sks who have a fear of rats will want to eat rats, Sks who have a strong moral compass will want to eat people). However, as Avra's body was constructed from the immortal blood of a goddess who received a whole lot of human sacrifices, wow she now craves human meat (especially human hearts) above all else. who is surprised? but she will settle on others. This is because creatures of blood magic do not oft receive sacrifices, and so have developed to instead hunger for meat, and such, gaining their power from consuming the hearts of their prey.

This hunger is given many names. The Calling, The Hunt, it's a whole thing. It's all-consuming, and painful, and Avra struggles with it often.

ONTO MYS, this hunger carried over through reincarnations. I've made the small decision, pre-poll completion, that her first displays of cannibalistic qualities happened when she was young. She would bite other children often, and chew very aggressively at the skin of her fingers, and inside her mouth, and such. Her fingers are scarred from this, and she keeps her nails short bc the longer they are, the easier they are to tear off with her teeth. that said, she likely wouldn't actually eat anyone until much later on, even though she would frequently have intrusive thoughts about doing so throughout her life.

other characters who are Blood-Bound will also experience some displays of auto-cannibalism, biting tendencies, extreme love of meat, etc, though most are not as severe as Avra. They were merely transformed with blood magic, she was born with it connecting her every fibre.