#Freaky

[huellitaa]

"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out

[yariation]

🎀~ 𝕌𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝

Megumi sees you in a g-string/thong for the first time—immediately regretting calling them unpractical

aged up Megumi, lingerie, doggy-style, mdni

"What is that?" Megumi asks with a raised eyebrow.

He watches you as you take your shopping haul out of their bags. There a food, mostly sweets and some your guy's favourite snacks. A few clothes, some  soft pyjamas for him and some tops for you. But what caught his eyes the most, was the small, thin, lacy piece of clothing you were taking out of a bag.

For each item you would say short sentence, about what is and why you bought it. Almost as if you were making a video. Megumi loves it, he finds your voice relaxing and watches intently, but would never admit that he likes it that much. Most of the time he pretends he couldn't care less.

But for this item, you didn't say anything, simply putting it to the side with the rest of the folded clothes you bought.

"Oh, just panties. Needed some new ones." You say casually, already un-bagging other items.

Megumi crawls closer to you on the couch, reaching to grab the piece of clothing beside you. He holds it with both hands, fingers pinching each corner as he holds it up in front of him.

"Why's it so... thin?" He says almost confused. "These do NOT look like your regular panties." You watch as your boyfriend messes with the fabric and measures it with his fingers.

"It's a thong, Megumi." You explain, watching him with a small smile.

"You said it was panties."

"They're the same thing."

"No. This one looks more uncomfortable. The straps are too thin, they'd barely cover and protect your skin. It's almost like it'll just go between your-" His face flushes at the thought. "A-and the lace... it look... itchy. It might irritate your skin."

You giggle softly, looking at your boyfriend who looks genuinely worried. But nothing can hide the blush that decorates his face. Gently, you take the white thong out of his hand, swinging it around your finger.

"I just wanted to try them out, okay?" You shrug, leaning back on the couch.

Megumi rolls his eyes. "It's unpractical."

"Impractical."

"Unpractical." He repeats himself. Using the less popular, but better word.

"Whatever. I'm just gonna try them on." You push yourself off the couch and start heading to your bedroom.

Megumi just sits there, sighing before he continues reading his book while waiting for you. After a few moments, you emerge from the bedroom. Wearing your loose indoor t-shirt and the thong. Megumi's eyes flick up to you like a deer caught in headlights. Your face shows uncertainty and you do a quick spin. You didn't really think they looked good.

"They look kind of weird..." You mutter, looking at Megumi.

His lips are slightly agape, his grip on his book tightening. He realises he's staring and immediately looks away, clearing throat. His face is bright red and he hastily places his book on top of his lap, to cover a certain something.

"It looks good." He utters.

You tilt your head to the side and start walking over to him. He tenses up the closer you get. You take a seat on his lap.

"Oh? But I thought you said it's unpractical?"

~~~

"F-fuck, you better buy more of these..." He tugs on the thong with his right hand, his other hand pushing down on your back, keeping it arched.

Your face is smothered against the pillows, muffled noises leaving your lips with every thrust of Megumi's hips. His cock grazing against the narrow fabric of your thong that's pushed to the side. He's so deep inside you, you swear you feel him pounding your cervix.

Every time you try to shy away or escape his relentless thrusts into your poor pussy, he only presses you harder against the bed. Every time you try to bring your rear down, away from his length that slides in and out, in such ways that hit every perfect spot inside you that makes you squirm.

He uses his grip on your thong to pull your ass back up, so he could keep himself deep inside your battered pussy.

"This thing looks so- hck! G-good on you, fuck, Y/n..." He groans into your ear. His hard chest leaning against your back. 

He lifts himself off you, angling his hips. He watches how your essence drips out of you, and ruins your thong. Loving how every time he hits the right spot, you just cry and squirm. He tugs you higher up by your thong. The fabric tight against your clit now. Friction being made as he tugs and pulls, very thrust making the thong move against your little bud.

His thrusts become sloppy and his hold on you tighter. He moves his other hand off your back and uses it to hold your waist. He buries himself deep inside you before releasing into the elastic of the condom, the warmth of his seed making your walls soak.

"C'monnnn, you too now." He lets go your thong and rubs his fingers against the fabric that cover your clit. Slowly moving inside of you a bit more until you come around him, making both your head fuzzy.

His thrown back head tilts back down to look at you. Writhing under him, your newly bought white thong wet and the lace slightly ripped.

"Let's get you washed up. We're going to the mall."

[finalgirlbarbie]

"The only surefire way to survive a modern horror movie, you pretty much have to be gay." - Charlie Walker, Scream 4 (2011)

Scream 4 (2011) | dir. Wes Craven Happy Death Day 2U (2019) | dir. Christopher Landon Freaky (2020) | dir. Christopher Landon

[bellezarts]

I can't take my eyes off of them for even one minute....

Reference from @albanenechi

[nahpkmp]

TW kinda suggestive??

You wanna guess the color of my underwear

You wanna know what I got goin' on down there

Is it pretty in pink or all see-through?

Is it showin' off my brand new lower-back tattoo?

[ollies-station]

When I’m in the biggest freak competition but then this guy shows up:

[mark-erre]

RINGGGGG RINGGGGG hold on RINGGGGG someones on the pho RINGGGGGGG

[itzanotheremo]

Google is fuckin wild this morning 😭😭😭 (don’t judge i have needs too)

[6riix]

Heyy I wanted to request a bllk drabble or headcanons for the Ubers guys (separately) x reader who is a foreigner? Or is their manager?

thank you so much :) 💕💕

A/N: HELLOOO POOOKIEEEEEHEHEHEE THIS IS SUCH A FUN IDEA TO WRITE TYSMM FOR REQUESTING THISSS

I made it headcanons where the reader is a foreigner :)

(I'm unemployed I can't write managers properly)

Ft; money guy, barou-chan!, uncle iq, black hair Rapunzel

-—> includes: crack, fluff, nicknames and some bonuses specific to certain regions (along with a dash of personal commentary.)

𓂃₊ཐི༑ཋྀ˚“𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ‘𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑙’ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ.”

「どん Lorenzo::

The amount of teasing you received when he found out your nationality good Lord 😭

No race, I repeat, absolutely NO RACE is safe from this man

His ass has the WILDEST nicknames for this Istg

When the two of you get together, he practically BEGS you to cook him some traditional food from your motherland

He follows it up by barking for you. (It was bound to happen anyways)

Sometimes when he comments on your posts or pictures, he'll use google translate to change half the sentence into your mother language (yes I threw in a মাতৃভাষা what are you gonna do huh?)

It sounds absolutely atrocious, the grammar is horrifying.

Bonus point: if you're British he's gonna post a picture with/of you using the caption 'me and my wifey who stole me from italy'

He sometimes claims to help you with the language of the country you both are in (instead of giving normal translations he changes them into insults and, some more...non family friendly things and you don't realize it.)

「 "please baby, pretty please with a cherry on top, make me this?" He says, showing you a picture of the dish on his phone. 」

「 "MY WIFEY YOU LOOK SO GORGEOUS—ARF, ARF ARF!!"」 (Istg this dude has no dignity)

「オリバーAiku::

This absolute darling istg

When he first finds out your nationality he claims to know a bit about the culture (he noticed you early on and researched every ethnicity he thought you were)

He would SO try to learn your native language to impress you

He actually does end up sounding somewhat fluent BUUUTT when it comes to writing he cant spell ANYTHING

He forgot the alphabet system for your language.

I believe he's a romantic at heart so he would sometimes get you flowers from you homeland if possible.

He would sometimes mix in flowers from his as well.

Would randomly just be like "lets add your genes into the bloodline!" Often as a joke

Sometimes it's not ykwim?? He do be freaky like that tho

He would sometimes randomly say "man, my (race name) wife is gorgeous"

If he ever has to help you with languages, he always makes sure to teach you some slang and acronyms. He can't have his lover being embarrassed due to something as small as this, after all.

Bonus: if you're British he's gonna have at least one post with the caption "me and the wife that colonised me" /j

「" Are you sure you learnt the alphabet..?" You said, looking at his writing that had half a phrase written in another language and the other half written in scribbles」

「 "flowers for my darling, I made sure they felt homey just for you~" he said, spinning over towards you, holding out the boquet for you to take.」

「��狼Barou::

Barou my respectful and strict maid king

When he first finds out your ethnicity, he doesn't really care too much, I mean this man just wants to deal with his business 😭

When he starts liking you, even just a bit, HIS ASS LEARNS THE WHOLE LANGUAGE of the country you're from

He knows more words than you 😭

If he ever sees you feeling homesick (I think we all get homesick at one point right?) He will definitely make you your comfort dish (free maggi hack for the desi girlies)

He's honestly amazing when it comes to cooking and chores so that dish is gonna be one of the best foods to ever go in your mouth (I swear he's Escoffier undercover)

If you ever have to do any legal paperwork surrounding your passport and whatnot he's gonna have all of the documents organized for you.

Unlike Lorenzo, if you ever need help with languages this man turns into Google Translate (he also assists you when it comes to learning phrases and such)

Whenever you have any cultural events coming up, he always marks them know the calendar for you.

Bonus: he sometimes tries some food from your homeland, even if he doesn't turn out to be the biggest fan of it. (second জন্মভূমি reference)

「 "love, I made you some of that food you liked. Wh- I mean the super special barō barō kyun version.."」

「"Don't worry about the documents, I dealt with them earlier. For now you have to... And...."」

蟻生Jyubei:

My glam darling snsjsksksksms

When he first learns about your nationality he's almost immediately hooked, who knows how many stylish references and gems he could find in your culture!

I feel like it would go something like him complimenting your looks and saying you look like a beauty from the race you are, to which you reply : "I am that race though?"

To this he replies with "alas, the most stylish person in the room is correct yet again."

When you two get together, one of the first activities you two would do together is researching traditional outfits (especially those he sees as exceptionally glam)

You're out here explaining differences between each type of clothing and the correct situations to wear them in.

He would be overjoyed if you styled his hair traditionally.

He enjoys looking into jewelry and traditions with you

Bonus: if you're from an area that has good bath, skin and haircare products ( Morocco, south Korea, India, etc.) he's so gonna be asking you about them a bunch of times.

Bonus 2: I feel like he would love traditional dancewear, especially the flowy type. (Such as hanfus for dance, Desi ghungurs and nupurs, dance makeup and headwear, etc.)

「"Your elegance is just as that of a blooming lotus, such glamorous eloquence..! You must be a [ ] goddess!" Absolute glam!"

"Uh- Yeah I kind of am from that area.."」

「" ‘ryu you can't wear that to a wedding, that's a funeral outfit.."」

ニ来 ikki::

First of all someone turn on the child safety lock

This dude's Smart SMART (lend me some smart too) so no doubt he would've traced down your nationality to his main guesses, which included your one aswell.

He's the type to fall first when it comes to relationships, so no doubt he would be doing his best to impress you by learning about your culture and language

When it's time to actually show off tho? This sweetheart's a stuttering mess.

The amount of time it would take him to gain the courage to talk with you at first😭😭

You love him and nervousness.

He could help you out a lot with the language of the area you're in

I feel like after a month of casual help from him, you could be able to read Japanese classical novels

If you're a student studying abroad you'll end up getting straight A's.

In the case you tell him about any cultural story with romantic undertones, this man will turn into a fully ripe, ketchup colored tomato. (get your mind out the gutter this is a minor (yes I know ketchup is made out of tomatos I just have horrible description skills))

Overall just a cute lil blushing mess

「 "uh, so like for this formula y-you basically do this and then—then-"

"Niko, I could use you as red paint for my friend's art course."」

「 ".... And then the maiden carried him away in her arms. Sweet story, don't 'ya think? Uh hello? Earth to Niko? "」

HELLOOO POUKSIKSSSSS I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS FIC :33

Honestly this was genuinely so fun to write like hello yes I wanna write aryu obsessing over fashion (I think you can tell I have favorites)

I swear to God though, the amount of times I lost the drafts 😭 I lost it like 4 times I think? Thankfully it's done now tho (*ˊᗜˋ*)

Anyways guys make sure to drink water and take scroll breaks to stare at your ceiling to rest your eyes! Thank you for reading and see you soon!

[sukunasforeskin]

Fuck wip Wednesdays, here's freaky fic Fridays 🤤🤤🤤 (stsg ofc)

The two of them were lazy, seriously lazy. Or rather not lazy but simply unbothered. The two never had to really try when it came to academics. Gojo was naturally gifted at everything and could afford to put little to no effort in learning something new. Especially since he had met Geto. The both of them challenged each other in different ways. They both had goals, ambitious ones at that. Only feeling relief when they were put against each other.

Or when they got pinned together. Geto’s hands slid down to his ass, squeezing firmly, their hips and meeting in a delicious grind. They were hot, bothered, and horny. Spanish could wait. Right now, all Gojo needed was his boyfriend's hands on him. Touching him, groping him. It was too much and not enough. His boyfriend's hands left trails of fire in their wake. Burning him alive, yet leaving him begging for more of their warmth. His fingers curled, kindling into his skin, the fire melding them together.

Before Geto, he had never been full. Never been complete, the man he was had never been final. But now, with the two of them together, like this, it was different. They could hold each other freely, not giving a damn who sees. Granted with the ability to do anything to each other. The two were molded together by the fire between them. He could feel Geto's erection against his thighs, begging for any sort of stimulation. Whatever Gojo was gracious enough to give.

He heard a gate click open somewhere, the wind whistling in their ears. Only to be drowned out by the pure passion they carried for each other. Unrivaled by the love any woman and man could hold. Because they could never understand the bond that they shared.

Not when Getos lips were against his and his hands burned and burned and burned. Scorching as they slipped under his shirt and blistering as they pushed him through an open gate.

He could feel the grass tickle his ankles and his body itching to be freed from the confines of clothing. To display itself in all its nude glory for the man before him. The man who was currently kissing him like if he stopped to take a breath he would be engulfed by ash. Like his lungs would crumble if he dared to take the taste of his lips for granted. As if they separated the two of them would be nothing more than wood and match.

And God did this boy match his wood. Both of them were erect and exhilarated. They haven't gotten the chance to be like this since last week when they went to Getos' house. Damn, did they get it on. Thank goodness his mom wasn't home, or else she would've heard the pathetic state that he had been reduced too.

Neither of them knew how long they had been shamelessly making out for, in public too. Were they in public? For all Gojo knew, Geto could have dragged him off to Germany, and he still wouldn't have noticed. Not with how Getos' fingers had now found their way to his pants. Unclasping his belt and slipping it off through the loops of his jeans.

Mainly js a wip of the heathers x jjk fic im writing ig, anyways I LOVE FREAKY FRIDAYS 🥀🥀🥀

[sst4rb0yy]

id hit him w something else (freaky) 👅

I need to hit him with a rock

[w1zard-studios]

sorry I haven't posted in a while, but here's some traditional art of Moria Mort lookin kinda freaky >:3

[g8taloadofdisguy]

[wherechaoswins]

There’s something obscene about Nanami's discipline.

You tested it, and it cracked beautifully.

Bent over his desk, tie still perfect around his neck, he growled into your ear: "You're lucky I'm a gentleman, or I'd have started this in the break room."

(He did. You both just never talk about it.)

[mw00nie]

before you and nanami started dating, you thought you had him all figured out.

quiet. composed. polite to a fault. the kind of man who holds the door open for strangers and tips too well. the kind of man who never interrupts, never forgets birthdays, never texts past ten unless it’s an emergency.

you thought you knew what kind of lover he’d be. careful. respectful. maybe even a little restrained.

you were so wrong.

because nanami kento is the definition of “gentleman in the streets and freak in the sheets.” not the loud kind. not the messy, aggressive kind. he doesn’t degrade. doesn’t spit unless you ask. doesn’t choke unless you beg. and even then, he makes you say please.

but he knows how to ruin you. with quiet control. with devastating precision.

he learns you like a language. reads you like scripture. he notices the smallest things. the shift in your breathing when his hand rests on your thigh, the way your hips tilt slightly when you want more. he catalogs it all. stores it away. and when you’re under him, you feel it. every inch of that studied, focused attention.

he fucks like he’s solving a problem he already knows the answer to. his fingers are experts. his mouth is lethal.

and the worst part? he says the filthiest things in the gentlest tone, like he’s giving a lecture. like it’s all just matter-of-fact.

“you’re soaking,” he’ll murmur, two fingers teasing your entrance. “i’ve barely touched you.”

“there it is,” he’ll say when he finds that spot inside you, the one that makes your back arch and your thighs tremble. “i thought so.” “you can take more, can’t you? i know you can.”

he never loses composure. he doesn’t need to. he’s in control, always. he’ll have you shaking, begging, gripping the sheets like you’re drowning, and he’ll still be fully clothed, sleeves rolled up, watch ticking on his wrist.

he praises you like it’s a prayer. “good girl. just like that.” “you’re being so patient for me.” “look at you. you’re so gorgeous when you fall apart.”

and when he finally fucks you, it’s deep and slow and ruthless in its restraint. like he’s savoring every drag, every clench, every sound you make. he doesn’t just chase his own pleasure. he chases yours. insists on it. he’ll edge you until you’re crying, then kiss the tears from your cheeks and ask, softly, “do you want to cum now?” as if he hasn’t earned the right to decide for you. as if it’s still your choice.

he’ll hold your face in one hand while he pushes into you, thumb resting at your jaw. not to grip. not to control. just to feel you. to anchor you.

you’ve never been so exposed. so undone. and he never rushes. never gets sloppy. even when he’s close, even when he’s quiet and tense and thrusting just a little harder, a little deeper. he still holds your gaze. still whispers, “breathe.” “you’re okay.” “i’ve got you.”

and when it’s over, when you’re limp and dazed and boneless beneath him, he pulls you into his chest and strokes your spine like you’re something delicate. something treasured. he doesn’t gloat. doesn’t tease. he just kisses your forehead and says, “you needed that.” like he planned it. like he’s known for days.

you thought you knew him. but the truth is, nanami’s the kind of man who thanks you after eating you out for half an hour, who ruins you with his hands and then helps you into the shower. he’ll say “may i?” like he’s asking permission to wreck your entire evening. and when you say yes, he will. completely. beautifully. quietly.a freak. but always polite. always in control. always him.