#a skirt beneath a skirt.... wowie

[satans-knitwear]

ups and downs

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[002yb]

What are some of your more obscure NSFW dickay headcanons? 🤔

Besides top!Dick/bottom!Jason? 🤔

It never fails that these two will be fooling around and end up making each other laugh. Their relationship lends itself well to playful banter and ornery teasing; taunts, challenges - all wicked and wonderful. So they make each other laugh a lot, both intentionally and not

It's both of them laughing through kisses. It's them with their lips brushing over each others' skin, only to have to pull away because they can't stop smiling. Dropping their foreheads to rest on one another while offering small pecks in between titters.

And then it's one or both of them finding the resolve to continue. Only they're blindsided with another witty comment, another bit of banter that starts the sputtered laughter all over again.

It's mostly Dick who makes Jason laugh though

Because Jason is so nervous with intimacy. Because Jason struggles with any sort of fuck that isn't a fight - hateful or mean or meant to put Jason out.

So Dick makes Jason laugh. And being physically intimate with Jason will always be something wonderful, but there's something just as captivating in the way Jason barks out laughter before slapping his hands over his face, how Jason will cackle (objectively menacing, but for Dick it's sweet) and snicker.

Dick loves Jason's laughter, the smiles they inspire, same as he loves how Jason trusts him to look out for him when Jason lets himself be vulnerable.

There's no way I don't have NSFW headcanons, but after typing everything I'm just here like ??? because they're not very NSFW at all ahahahaha OTL

Dick being sensitive to Jason's reactions: the tremor of muscles or the shivers across Jason's skin. Jason's stuttered breaths and contracting stomach and trembling thighs wrapped around him. The curl of Jason's toes or the spasm of his fingers as he tries to grab on to anything for purchase. Shaking and falling apart beneath Dick's lips, his touch. Seeing Jason undone is breathtaking, but there's something about feeling it that (especially through kisses???) that's just like, wowie. Dick would really jive with the intimacy of it. Meanwhile Jason is entirely embarrassed once he realizes wth Dick is doing with coaxing reactions out of him //3///

Anything with Dick feeling Jason up over clothes or skirting past areas to make Jason whine. Obviously toddies, less obviously the back of pants 👀 Just Dick teasing Jason and getting him worked up only for Dick to back off and leave Jason wanting and Jason is dumbstruck, enraged, desperate. He enjoys it though; there's promise in those touches and if Dick doesn't deliver, Jason will relentlessly come to collect (:

Dick marking Jason up. Bruises, suck marks, love bites. Yes, please. Even better is if Jason is really into it, too. Like he might put on airs of being inconvenienced, but fr he'll put pressure on a mark and get off to the ache in it like woah

Leaving it in. Or rather, Jason doesn't let Dick pull out. He just wants to keep that feeling of being stretched and full for a while longer and ahhhhhhh 👀👀👀👀👀

Another not very NSFW one, but Dick having a domesticity kink that encompasses all the domestic things. Jason could be washing dishes or putting away groceries and Dick will just ////A//// It's one of the few things Jason can tease Dick about and Dick will feel mild embarrassment over because even he recognizes it's over the top.

[babyjakes]

on the boss's break. [blurb.]

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | assistant trope

summary | andy spends his break taking care of you in his office.

pairing | andy barber x assistant!reader

warnings | dubcon? idk reader is hesitant at the beginning, fingering, unprotected sex, sir kink, lots of praise wow andy is so soft and encouraging and sweet!, little bit of aftercare, a few spanks (like two lol)

word count | 631

an | hi!, i love andy so much in this one he’s so soft and sweet and the praise is just :’-) wowie, he’d really be the best boss ever huh ;-)

“Sir-” you gasp in surprise as Andy’s hands close in around your waist, bending you completely over the smooth surface of his desk in one swift motion. Your breath hitches in your throat as one of his rough hands comes up to lift your skirt, an embarrassing squeal escaping you as he smacks your ass lightly with his palm.

“Wear these just for me, sweetheart?” Andy teases with a wicked grin, snapping the elastic of your white lace panties against your shaking form. “You would, wouldn’t you? Such a good girl for me,” the man murmurs lowly, bending down to breathe right against your ear as his fingers slip under the band, pushing the panties down to collapse around your ankles.

“Sir, please- w-we can’t,” you protest, your eyes glancing worriedly over at the closed door only a few feet away from you.

“Shhh- just relax, pretty girl,” Andy shushes, earning a needy whimper as his fingers trail between your quivering thighs, running against the slick built up between your folds. “Just need to be quiet; think you can do that for me?” he hums, circling in around your clit with his thumb.

Heart pounding in anticipation, you reluctantly nod, earning a pleased nod of approval from your boss. “That’s my good girl. So eager for me, aren’t you? Look at you honey, I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re already soaked.” Slipping a finger in deep, Andy coaxes you open with ease, chuckling as you begin to grind yourself down against his thumb pressing on your button. “That’s it, just like that,” he croons as you mewl, curling up inside of you to stroke your sensitive inner walls.

“Sir, I- p-please,” you beg again, this time your voice dripping with lust.

“You ready for me, honey? Ready for me to fill up that tight little pussy of yours, fuck you nice and good, right here in my office?” Andy’s hand pulls away from you as he reaches for his fly, his cock springing free in a matter of moments to press up against your firm ass. You’re startled at his impressive size as he lines up at your entrance, a deep groan rumbling in your throat as he pushes into you. “Fuck, you take me so well, sweetheart,” Andy smiles as he begins pumping in and out of you, an overwhelming sense of fullness overcoming you as the man’s skilled fingers return to your throbbing clit once more.

“Please Andy- please,” you pant, struggling to keep your eyes open as immense pleasure builds inside of you, your climax approaching with incredible force.

“Come on baby- wanna feel you cummin’ on me,” Andy grunts as he slams into you. A final pinch to your bundle of nerves is all it takes to send you flying over the edge as you clench down hard around Andy’s pulsating member, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you come completely undone. “Shit, there it is,” the winded man heaves, bringing his hand down hard against your burning ass as he spills his seed inside of you, stuttering to a stop once he finally finishes releasing.

Slumping weakly against the desk beneath you, your eyelids flutter mindlessly as you recover, soft noises of Andy shuffling to clean up coming from behind you. “ You alright, honey?” he asks softly, causing you to jump when he brings a tissue to wipe between your legs. “Sorry,” he murmurs, finishing up as gently as he can. “You okay? Need a break? Feel free to take the rest of the day off; you earned it.”

Slowly coming to your senses, you lift yourself up to stand, glancing back at Andy shyly. “That’s okay,” you assure him, “I’m just fine. This was all the break I needed.”

[frankiekatt]

Wowy hii, saw that you're writing for slasher, so here I am!

Can I plz have some hcs about any slashers with s/o, but their s/o is a literal gremlin, like they're not serious at all, always joking and annoying people around, but sometimes might be quite soft and quiet.

Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️

This was fun to write lmao

Warnings: Sexual harassment, NSFW, murder, blood, canabilism

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Michal Myers

Slashers With An S/O That Never Takes Anything Seriously:

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas is a little overwhelmed by your personality at first.

He’s a quiet and reserved man who’s never had any kind of friends, so goofiness and jokes can make him feel uneasy at first.

But!! He gets used to everything very quickly!!!

Thomas loves everything about you and he finds you to be incredibly charming.

He can get a little anxious when he sees you annoying Hoyt because he doesn’t want his uncle to do anything bad to you in irritation/retaliation.

Your jokes are always a stress reliever for him, since he spends most of his days in a dark basement, surrounded by blood and gore. Your humor just shines a little bit of light on his day, and he loves you for that!

While Luda Mae and Hoyt might not like the fact that you never take anything seriously, Thomas finds it relieving. At the beginning of your relationship, Thomas was terrified of losing you because he thought you would be terrified of all screams, murder, and cannabilism, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that you didn’t pay much mind to it.

Thomas’ family mostly saw you as a clown, but Thomas could only ever look at you as the brightest ray of sunshine that has ever graced his life.

After all, he was the only one that saw your softer side.

Your soft and quiet side mostly shone through during the evening. Something about the sunset and cicada chirping calmed your heart.

You would often take Thomas by the hand and lead him outside to sit on the front porch with you, so the two of you could cuddle and watch the sunset together.

Thomas was always so used to your voice, because you loved to talk about anything and everything, so your temporary quiet nature was new, yet comforting.

During these moments, there didn’t need to be any talking between the two of you. You deep emotional bond allowed you both to communicate through actions.

You would lay your head on Thomas shoulder, stroking his chest, and Thomas would wrap his big arms around your smaller frame, resting his masked cheek against the top of your head.

This was Thomas’ way of saying, “I love you, you’re the best thing in my life,” and your way of saying “I could never live without you.”

Bo Sinclair:

:|

You’re gonna annoy the fuck out of this boy

Sometimes you both wonder how the two of you even got together, but the nights you and Bo spent pleasuring each other, going round after round, reminded you both how. (Your both just sexy okay its that simple)

Bo was a serious guy, so he was a little miffed that he was always the one having to take the lead in everything since you just couldn’t stop making a joke out of everything.

Sometimes you would actually make him really irritated due to your tendency to irk people endlessly, so he would have to step away to cool off and blow off some steam.

Sometimes he would yell at you in anger, which always made him feel like shit after, so he tended to stalk off to his shop to calm down before speaking to you.

You would have to go see him a couple hours later to wrap your arms around him from behind and shyly apologize to him.

He favored these moments the most.

Your voice quieter than usual, focusing on just him, touching him gently.

He would always accept your apologies, of course, and would let you know by kissing your lips softly.

Bo liked to take advantage of your softer side by lifting you up by your waist and setting you on the hood of whatever car he had been working on and kissing down your neck.

As revenge, Bo liked to draw out his teasing as long as possible. Kissing down your neck, chest, stomach, massaging your pussy through your skirt, palming your breast roughly.

It gets to a point where you just have to tell him, “Bo, I need you to fuck me.”

And he would oblige.

He would take you right then and there, on the hood of the car.

The metal beneath you was always shockingly cold, making you shiver against Bo’s chest.

“You cold, Darlin,” Bo would ask teasingly as he pulled your panties off. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you right up.”

He would spend hours licking your pretty pink pussy if he could. He licks and sucks and kisses your most intimate part until you're shaking and crying above him, begging him to fuck you sensless.

After he’s satisfied with your helplessness, he’ll lean back up and ram himself inside of you. There have been many nights where he has taken you gently and slowly in his garage, holding your hand with every thrust, kissing your sweet lips to quiet your whimpers, but tonight was different. There was a primal need shared between you two. Bo wanted to let his frustrations on through loving you, and you wanted to be taken hard and fast.

When the two of you are done, you lounge around inside the car to catch your breath, holding hands. Everything seems so perfect.

Until-

“Hey, Bo? What did the toaster say to the slice of bread?”

“.....”

“I want you inside me! Eh ha ha..”

:////

Lester Sinclair:

!!!!!

You like constantly joking and never taking things seriously? He does too!!

Lester would find you absolutely hilarious. Every joke you cracked would have him doubling over in laughter. Which would make you double over in laughter. Which would make Lester laugh harder, because now you both have the giggles and both of your laughs are just too infectious.

Everytime the two of you would go to Ambrose to visit his brothers, you guys would annoy the hell out of Bo and Vincent. Bo just wants to be left alone to work in his shop but instead he’s stuck listening to you tell a 40 minutes story about how you burnt dinner last night.

And Vincent just wants to be left alone to paint and sculpt but instead he’s here listening to Lester crack jokes that are a.) not funny and b.) don’t make any sense. -_-

Your and Lester’s trailer is always filled with so much love and laughter and the two of you could not be any happier.

You both have your own soft and quiet moments that hit at random times.

Sometimes it happens when the two of you are play fighting in the living room, howling with laughter. You both fall to the floor, wrestling and giggling until the both of you run out of breath and just gaze at each other as you lay on the carpet.

“You look so cute,” he giggles.

“No, YOU look so cute!”

“W-well!!! I love you!!”

“Uhm...well...I love you MORE.”

And it just turns into an argument about who adores the other more.

Billy Lenz (1974):

The perfect couple.

Literally.

The two of you are always joking around, cackling and goofing about every little thing.

Billy has finally found his soulmate and he could not be happier.

He two of you prank the sorority girls together, making sex sounds in unison to sound even more vulgar.

Everytime you crack a joke, you get worried Billy is joking because of how hard he’s laughing.

“Umm Billy you okay? It wasn’t even that funny.”

“HA haha...piggy makes me laugh...Billy loves your jokes.”

Needless to say, your relationship is filled with smiles, laughter, and praise.

Billy will tell you you’re the funniest person he’s ever met and he wants to keep you forever.

You tell Billy you love how much he laughs at your antics and that you can’t live without him.

It’s impossible to annoy Billy. It’s just not feasible.

Any time you try, he’ll just giggle and pat your head, telling you you’re his ‘favorite piggy ever.’

He LOVES when you annoy the sorority girls thoug!

Hearing you moan and squeal and speak so sexily vulgarly to Barb and Jess makes Billy so proud. And horny.

Almost all of your sexual encounters are filled with complete silliness.

Sometimes, however, the joking and cackling subside. The two of you will just be chilling, nothing else to do, and you just feel the need to profess your love for your boyfriend.

“I love you so much Billy.”

Billy will look startled at your sudden outburst, before he breaks out in a huge grin, launching across the room to tackle you into a hug.

“Billy loves you too! Billy loves you more than anything!!!”

Now the rest of your day will be spent in Billy’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Stu Macher:

Match made in Heaven!

Stu loves to joke around.

He hardly ever takes anything seriously.

He annoys everyone.

And once he meets you? It's love at first sight.

The two of you are always in detention because you guys just cannot shut up in class. You are always disrupting something.

But you know what that means!

Detention dates <3

As long as the two of you together, Stu couldn't care less about where he was.

He and Billy appreciate your habit of not taking anything seriously because once the murders start occuring, you don't think too much about it, never asking questions or arousing suspicion around your boyfriend and his bestie.

When Billy had told Stu his plan to kill Sydney, and asked him if he was going to kill you as well, Stu’s heart sank.

He remembers when he was dating Tatum, just a few months ago, before he broke up with her for you, he had no qualms about killing her,

But you?

He loved you. You were his other half. The one person who understood him, who accepted him. He could never hurt you.

“Nah dude. I’m leaving her out of this.”

That night, he sneaks through your bedroom window to see you.

“Stu! (where the hell have you been loca) What’re you doing here?”

The sparkling smile you flash at him and the love swimming in your big, beautiful eyes makes him feel even guitler.

He feels bad that you’re dating a serial killer. He thinks you deserve better, but he would never let you go.

“Hey babe! I just missed you!”

You rushed over to him, dressed in kitty cat pajamas, and hugged him tight. He had only snuck through your bedroom window a couple of times before, and they had all been planned. Seeing him in your room as a surprise made your heart burst with happiness.

Stu led you to your bed and pulled you up onto his chest to cuddle you. It was late, and the both of you were tired. Stu just wanted to lay with you in silence, appreciating your presence.

You didn’t feel like releasing your usual high energy at the moment. Right now, you just wanted to fall asleep on your boyfriend’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Michael Myers:

Girl

Michael does not appreciate your antics.

Annoying him is easy, but you would never know that.

He keeps his emotions very private, so when he is annoyed he’ll just stalk away from you.

He does not think you’re funny :(

He does enjoy your quiet moments. He likes to come home when your energy is low.

He’s usually covered in blood when this happens, so you clean him up without cracking a joke which he appreciates.

You’ll turn on a movie for the both of you, and Michael lets you cuddle up with him.

He does like you, he just doesn’t want you to know that...

[westywrites]

Find the Word tag

@muddshadow tagged me to find some words. I'll use draft 3 of The Corvine, book one, Essence of Stars again for this, since it's on my mind as always.

my words to find: lost , time , appear , close , enough

Lost (27 occurrences)

Cambridge spun around to face him, her long skirt kicking dirt up into his face. She knelt down abruptly. “You’re awake!”

“Apparently.” He leaned his head into the wall. The world was spinning. “Where are we?”

“We’re in an alley,” she replied.

“Obviously.”

“We’re kind of lost,” she admitted quietly. “None of us know the city and the streets are so confusing.”

“We’re not lost.” Avenir was peering out of the alley onto a small street. “We don’t even have a destination.”

Time (107 occurrences, wowie)

“That’s only a tiny portion of the kingdom,” Ivory said. He placed his finger beside hers and trailed it off the eastern side of the map. “The shipping portion of the canal continues all the way to Lake Oppermere in the east,” he moved to the other side of the map, drawing his finger far past where the map ended near Herenzen, “and to the Houtkano River in the west, up to the base of the mountains.”

“I’ve always wanted to see the mountains.” A girl at the factory used to tell stories in the workshop of her life in the mountains before her family came to Herenzen. It sounded magical. It was so far away. She hadn’t imagined Zondereck could be so big.

“One of the Holy showed me a book full of maps once.” Ivory let his hand fall to his side, a wistful look in his eyes. “At the back, there was a painting of the mountains. He said his uncle had painted it. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

“It’s always cold in the mountains and it feels like you can’t breathe.” Avenir shrugged.

“You’ve been?” Cambridge dropped onto the bench beside her, clasping her hands and waiting expectantly.

“A very long time ago.”

Appear (20 occurrences)

Someone else bumped into her. She looked up. The market seemed twice as crowded as before. Her heart hammered in her chest and she clung to Avenir’s hand. Up ahead, Ivory almost crashed into a man in bright clothes. Neither of them seemed to notice. The banners and signs and lanterns over the street moved in the wind. Some trick of the early evening light made their foreign letters appear to shift and change. She dropped her gaze. 

She shook her head. The ground beneath her seemed to shift as well. Her eyes couldn’t focus on it. One moment it was dirt, the next it was stone. In her pocket, the smooth material of the purple pouch slid between her gloved fingers. The din of the market faded under the sound of her pounding heart, her gasping breaths. Avenir squeezed her arm. 

The narrow street opened wider, the stalls were larger. Here and there, rows of tables spilled out of the buildings. People sat and ate and sang and shouted in words she couldn’t understand. Behind a counter, she watched a chef cook food with heat from his bare hands. She looked at the ground.

Close (13 occurrences, not counting anything like "closely" or "closer")

The others were bundled in jackets, huddled close to the campfire’s heat. Avenir didn’t feel the cold. It was a fall night, and within a few weeks, the leaves would turn colours. The sun had set and the wind made the flames dance. But she wasn’t cold. Part of her wondered if she would ever feel cold again. 

Her life was defined by fire. Now it burned inside her. Her own essence had turned into the very flames that haunted her. 

But they were free, weren’t they? Ivory watched, rapt by the story Lennox told. It wasn’t one he’d told before. Or maybe it was, and she’d never bothered listening to it. Whatever it was about, the story was making Ivory smile. Probably Cambridge too. Her gloved hand was on the log beside her, nearly touching Helio’s. Here, her friends were happy. They could have campfires and take naps and chop vegetables. They could pretend their whole world hadn’t collapsed around them. 

Avenir couldn’t keep pretending.

Enough (60 times, wow again)

“Who are you?” Her hand rested on the door handle. 

Open the door and see. She glanced around the shop, tempted to run and grab the others, but the feeling told her not to. She swallowed hard and pulled the door open. There was no one there. Incorrect. Look down.

She stumbled back, her gasp loud enough she was sure the others would wake. “You’re a bird.”

A raven to be precise. Precision is important.

Thanks for the tag!

I'll tag @ratracechronicler @drowsy-quill @kaiusvnoir and @dgwriteblr. No pressure at all, but if you're interested, I want you to find:

Odd, old, observe/observant, and original

Anyone else who wants to join in, I'd love to see these words in your works too, tag me!

[evangclines-blog]

*carrie bradshaw vc* as i sat there typing up an intro i couldnt help but wonder, is an intro still an intro without the zsa zsa zsu ? when it comes to embarrassing yourself, how do you know when enough is enough ?  i clearly dont know the answer to that bc i just edited That Picture™ of That Annoying Bitch™ carrie bradshaw ( god bless for the other three … ammirite or ammirite ? ) like the complete and utter Embarrassment that i am . and all of that for a terrible  no good  very bad joke . can u say pathetic ? anyway … wHaT uP pALs i’m the Worst™ but you can also call me isa. im awful at intros and i watch too much satc even tho i claim to hate carrie every single day of my life ( dont believe me im a Liar ) and talk about dogs way too often but i am so excited to be here wowie so if you feel like plotting or becoming bffls then hmu …  enough about me tho u can read up on this bitch evie under the cut.

oK so to start this off i’ll talk about evie’s childhood/home life all that fun stuff complied into one little bullet point bc like i said … im the worst at intros. bUT BaSicaLLy shes the child of this hollywood power couple from way back in the day like idk harrison ford and calista flockheart maybe. her dad was this big shot producer and her mom was an on the rise actress, so she spent a lot of time being passed from nanny to nanny while her parents were traveling for a movie or out late for an awards show so she got a bad case of the un-cureable Not Held Enough as a Child Syndrome. so beneath the editorial facade of white collared shirts and pleated tennis skirts she kinda grew into a girl who had been made into a numbed toy meant to entertain. i like to compare her to amy elliot dunne … u kno w/out the psychopathic tendencies but more so the whole amazing amy thing that troubled her past. her parents def had this idea of who they wanted her to be in their minds that was ultimately everything she was not, and so she put up false pretenses and lost herself behind the mask she put up for the public in an attempt to become this glorified version of herself.

i spent a long ass time bouncing back and forth between several careers for her. an actress wouldve been a basic choice considering her background and she would hate the thought of people thinking the only reason she earned a spot on the silver screen was through her father but lbr thats the only way it would happen probably so instead i went w her being a dancer but then i got to thinking … she has always done the most to appear perfect to the public, a publicist would be the perfect job for her honestmeme? so instead of her being juSt a dancer, shes a former ballerina who suffered from a career ending injury and needed a distraction because she is v ambitious and so she had to channel all the pent up ambition into something else so she enDed up interning for a pr firm. 

maybe one day i'll add her bio but today is not that day. but basically she’s v headstrong. likes to consider herself a force to be reckoned w/ v self absorbed and way too focused on her image. 0/10 would not recommend. i got lazy plus i dont know what else to add. now i have to go work on my theme.