#bc it makes no freaking sense for him to die

[vulpine-spectacle]

UNTIL DAWN FANCAST

BECAUSE THE MOVIE IS ALREADY PISSING ME OFF

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY AS SAM // JACOB ELORDI AS MIKE // KATHRYN NEWTON AS JESSICA // BRIANNE ASHLEIGH TIU AS EMILY // CHARLIE PLUMMER AS CHRIS // AULI'I CRAVALHO AS ASHLEY // CORTEON MOORE AS MATT // ALEX WOLF AS JOSH // ODESYA RUSH AS BETH & HANNAH // PETER STORMARE AS DR. HILL // MICHAEL GREYEYES AS THE STRANGER

[robinson-graves]

[sits up suddenly from my coffin] anybody fuck with my super danganronpa 2 x guy who didnt like musicals au

[dataframe]

ryj might have a bigger role than i initially planned. hrm. i really did not intend for an oc to be so present... so scary . . .

[bbq-potato-chip]

unpopular opinion takasugi is boring esp after the shogun assasination arc im sorry i just dont like him

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star - Chapter two preview

Spoilers- don't read if you haven't read Chap one!

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

Warnings- Fingering, oral (f recieving) Satoru being very into consent and a lil freak, reader being cute and falling- and lots of saying 'fuck' bc I do that - based on these Pornstar Satoru hcs

It's HERE

It’s not just his skill, how good his thick finger feels inside of you, how beautiful his lidded eyes are, it’s the energy emitting from his being, with every exhale, how he looks at you underneath him. You gasp as he hits a spot deep inside your slick walls, making you see white hot stars for just a moment, soft cry escaping your lips, you’re so wet you can hear it, the squelching of your cunt so loud in his penthouse.

But it’s not just how good it feels, you know it’s something more, how Satoru looks at you like you’re the prettiest thing there is, like you’re all there is. His other hand strokes your hair back, as your thigh hitches up over his hip, allowing him to sink deeper with an impossibly long finger now. The way he feels, his weight on you, everything about him overwhelming all your senses.

“Look at you, fuck…” His soft murmur causes his hot breath to brush your lips, you taste just how sweet he is, your hands gripping his expensive shirt, as your eyes roll back with how his fingers hit. “There you go, feel her pulsing around me, can you take two sweetheart?”

“They’re thick…” He chuckles now, cocky in his little grin, pulling one out to suck it off, and your throat goes dry, seeing his cheeks hollow, and his own eyes fluttering shut as he moans.

“It tastes so sweet, god.” He sucks his other clean finger, tapping your thigh now. “Relax, if you can’t we’ll go back to one, okay?”

“Y-yes.” You’re so cute laid under him, the little squeak when he slips two into your tight little cunt making him chuckle. “You’re laughing at me.”

“You’re so adorable. Sorry.” He’s smiling at your half assed little glare, but you’re all flustered, your cheeks heated to the touch when he presses his lips on one, sinking both fingers in now, making you cry out at the stretch. “Loosen up, sweets, relax. Just feel it.”

Just feel.

But you feel too much.

Fuck.

You nod as he leans up, dying to yank his lips down on yours, craving the connection even as he eases you to relax, to take more of him, and when you do, when you’re that full, your moans get throatier, cunt slicker. He exhales as he feels it, as he watches you, easing back to shove that skirt higher up, to look at your little hole sucking him in so greedily.

“God I wanna bury my fucking face in her, can I?” Your lips part in a gasp, when he’s laying prone between your thighs, easing his fingers out to spread your lips, watching your little hole wink and twitch as it leaks more of your arousal out of it.

“Y-you do?” He smirks now, soft tousled hair falling over his brow, you brush it back then, making him even harder, cock twitching in response to that, as he inhales your scent.

“I would die to have you cum all over my face, drown me in it.” Who is he. He’s insane and ruining you. “Your cunt is even fucking cute.”

“How can it be cute?” He’s chuckling again, breathing against you, and yours comes faster, breasts rising and falling in your open sweater.

“They can be cute, especially yours.” He smacks a kiss on it - ‘muah’ making you giggle then, instantly relaxing, as you realize…

You trust him.

He’s a stranger, but fuck if it doesn’t feel like you’ve known this insane man forever, exhaling and spreading your thighs more, he notices the action, you relaxing under his palms, earning more of him dying to enter you. But he has this feeling, that once he does?

You’ll fucking ruin him.

Your taste alone is sweeter than any wine he’s had, the most corny shit he should not come up with in his sex addled mind, but you make him think of more, of every reaction of your pretty body. How you cry out, your sighs, the way your hips shift now, your little hands gripping his shoulders, nails pressing in, making him vividly picture how good it’ll feel when they’re raking down his back.

“You want it, hmm sweets?” He asks again, kissing higher, sighing as he nears you, feels your heat against his face. You nod then, shyly, and he leans up a bit, pressing one more kiss over your hood, chin brushing your needy little clit. “I need explicit consent, enthusiastic consent before we go further.”

Fuck he’s perfect.

You’re playing a dangerous game, you already feel yourself falling into the unreal swirling blue storms of the eyes looking up at you, from between your thighs. Your hands relax then, cupping his cheek, which he presses a kiss on your palm, and you decide any of him is worth it, how badly he makes you need him, how willingly your body is ready to respond, your heart needs to stay in its chest.

“Yes, I would love you to, please.” Your words end him, sweeter from your lips than he could imagine, and with that he doesn’t just lick you, no, Satoru Gojo devours you then and there. “Ah! S-Satoru!”

“Mnh…” He’s buried his face against your pretty pussy, and fuck he’s ruined further just from it, from sweet arousal seeping into his tastebuds, as he dives that tongue in your pulsing little hole. You’re tensing under him, tummy trembling when he presses down on it, making his next stroke so intense you start to fall apart under him, hands yanking his silky locks.

You taste sweeter than anything.

And fuck if Satoru Gojo doesn’t have one hell of a sweet tooth.

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[pumpkin-padparadscha]

moshang soulmate au where sqh never wrote mbj a soulmate so when he transmigrated with a soulmark that obviously represents mbj he assumes it's a one sided bond and keeps it hidden bc he doesn't want mbj to pity him or assume he has expectations or ulterior motives,

meanwhile mbj has no idea wtf the airplane shaped soulmark he has could possibly mean but he knows he has to keep it a secret bc its a potential weakness

so he deliberately acts like he doesn't have a soulmate and avoids psychics and plants that could help him locate his soulmate bc if he knew who it was he isn't sure he could stay away

for maximum drama at some point mbj gets poisoned by something where the cure is the blood of your soulmate willingly given and whoever did it is sure this will be a successful assassination bc its common knowledge that mbj doesn't have a soulmate

and mbj is also sure he's going to die bc even if he could find the identity of his soulmate in the very limited time he has left (unlikely) his teleporting powers are already unreliable (effect of poison) and he isn't sure he could get them to willingly give him what he needs anyway

the cure won't work if there's blackmail or bribery involved it has to be pure intentioned or whatever and mbj has self esteem issues tbh

so mbj is sulking about this or whatever and sqh is like "my king forgive me" and slices his palm open and holds his hand over mbjs mouth

and mbj gets to go from wtf to WTF ITS WORKING and how long has sqh known (how long has sqh been KEEPING THIS FROM HIM years of such a secret/lie for what!!! is he that undesirable???)

so he is freaking out and pissed bc "why would you let me dishonour myself by treating my soulmate like a mere servant" or whatever and sqh is very "I didn't want to burden you my king so really we can just pretend this never happened"

and mbj is hashtag coping with a lot of feelings and desperately wants a distraction (or for the world to start making sense even though this revelation makes SO MUCH SENSE) and he asks sqh abt what his weird ass mark shape means +shows it to him

and sqh is now ALSO freaking out bc 1. really? a reference to his handle? what did he do to deserve this and 2. MY KING YOU HAVE A SOULMATE?

then u get the whole "YOURE my soulmate" "obviously I'm your soulmate but I'm your soulmate!?!" and an explanation about one sided bonds (very tragic, mbj feels WORSE knowing what sqh was thinking for years)

for extra pizzazz add in an immediate proposal and "you don't have to marry me just because I'm your soulmate + in love with you" speech where mbj learns that sqh also 1. is in love with him and 2. believes it to be a one sided state of affairs

...the doctor would love for this not to be happening bc it would be really awkward to interrupt and check on how the cure is doing but that's kind of her job

[slut-for-free-will]

eltingville club headcannons (x reader)

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚 > // my headcannons for the boys + if they were romantic with you. I tried to make it relatively gender neutral on your part, but Bill is written as x fem reader.

wordcount: 4933

rating: medium -> mature-ish (some parts are freaky *cough bill and Peter DiNunzio*)

warnings: unhealthy relationships (ESPECIALLY Bill), themes of child neglect, cursing, misogyny, Bill Dickey, Pete Dinunzio

Jerry

Jerry’s grades are decent, mainly B’s and B+’s, an occasional A.

His parents aren’t really present in his personal life.

Use to get bad anxiety as a kid, especially when his parents fought.

Who am I kidding Jerry still gets heavy anxiety.

Horrible poker face.

Before he even knew your name, the slightest glimpse of you would make his cheeks tingle and butterflies flood his stomach. 

When he’s nervous his palms will HEAVILY sweat (When you first start dating, you can’t hold hands bc they’re lowkey slimy)

His room is clean-ish, no garbage overflowing his trash can or anything, but Jerry’s not very organized.

Papers of loose ideas, DnD dice, pencils, and the occasional figurine or magazine litter the floor.

He also liked eating snacks in his room, but he got lectured by his mom upon getting ants and was forced to stop.

The first time he knew you were coming over he PANICKED.

When you went into his room you were surprised — Jerry didn’t seem like such a clean and orderly person.

His bookshelves are crammed with fantasy books, though (he's been dying to read them, but has trouble focusing on pages of a book; most of the time he vies for watching TV and movies)

Thank god you didn’t open the closet — a flood of figurines, comics, magazines, books, plushies and everything else under the sun would have buried you both.

Speaking of plushies, Jerry sleeps with them. They crowd his bed.

And he didn’t invite you to enter his room, you just sorta stumbled in there accidentally (if you had  waited for an invitation it would never come — he was way too nervous to offer you into his room).

I feel like his love language would be words of affirmation.

As much as live action is cool, Jerry loves 2D animation much more.

Pretty insecure about sharing his ideas for stories and whatnot. He's nervous about getting insulted — even something small is enough to keep him awake at night.

When you first let him tentatively share a new concept for a DnD plot and praise him for it, his brain short circuits.

Now he's way more than just head over heels. He’s like. Soul and mind over physical plane of existence if that makes sense.

He would die for you, is what I’m saying.

If you have any story ideas/paracosms/OCs, he would LOVE to hear you yap abt them. Since you’re both creative, you might just hang out and worldbuild together.

Loves reading high fantasy books to you

If you read to him his heart would explode (I'm not joking) (this also helps him read the books he's been meaning to get to)

Will actually die if you take him to a ren faire. Will fade to dust if you dress up with him.

If you weren’t into DnD, Jerry would want you to get into it SO BADLY. But he would never push you (even offhand interest would make his heart backflip)

Loves to put inside jokes you two share into his DnD plotlines as easter eggs for himself (even if you aren’t at the club meetings 99% of the time)

Speaking of being there…

He doesn’t like it when you hang around the club (or if you’re even in close proximity with those freaks) and absolutely bars you from following him to their sessions.

The closest you’ll get is maybe a walk to Bill’s front porch.

Most of the time, Jerry does anything he can to avoid you and the members of the club interacting.

Despite all your love for each other, he wouldn't try and stick up for you if you were bad-mouthed by the rest of the club members.

Jerry probably wouldn't tell you what they're saying, either.

He gets so scared you'll stop liking him because of his company, maybe become a victim of their attention, or possibly even leave him.

And god forbid if you ever broke up.

He'd fall into a deep spiral of depression, but wouldn’t ask for help or try and get back together.

Jerry’s one to self blame and retreat inwards; every time you'd get into an argument, he would find some way to lay the blame on and/or isolate himself.

You have to apologize first.

Josh

Gets good grades, but has to put in effort. His family values education quite a bit.

Cat person (would probably dress up his cats if he had any)(his family doesn’t have pets).

Blind as a bat without his glasses, and takes good care of them. 

Josh is actually a pretty organized person. His room itself is quite clean, but his desk is cluttered with everything from candy wrappers to half-built figurines.

Uses emoticons instead of emojis.

Listens to podcasts most of the time. In terms of music, he doesn’t really have a set music taste. He says he loves whatever you’re into, though.

On occasion, he’ll stay up late, but Josh is pretty good about having a normal sleep schedule.

Hella scared about opening up personally, but yaps to death about whatever sci-fi thing he’s interested in.

Josh has a few main interests (Star Trek, Star Wars, Stargate, etc.) but beyond that, his outer interests change every week.

One day he’ll be reading a series about warring aliens, the next giving a ted talk on several different space technologies.

Probably reads a lot – and fast, too. (If the club found out about this they’d call him a nerd) (but they’re ALL nerds so that insult doesn’t really go anywhere)

Josh the typa guy to kick his feet and blush into his pillow like an anime girl when thinking about you.

Also the typa guy to think about his parents funeral at 2AM in the morning and start sobbing.

When you first meet, you’re in the library, browsing for a book.

You overhear loud whispers — insults, laughter, and angry comebacks.

As you inch closer, you spot four figures jeering in between the bookshelves. You can’t really recognize them from your spot, hidden amongst the books, but you realize they’re… making fun of someone.

It’s not long before three of them shuffle off, leaving one behind.

You emerge from your place between the shelves, ask if he’s alright.

It’s honest and sweet.

Josh has never been talked to like that.

Soon enough, you’re thriving in his dreams – swooping in to save him from the club’s torment. As time drags on, the club’s appearances in his dreams lessen – instead, it’s just you, you, you.

He asks to hang out often; he’s a quality time fan (can get clingy, expanded upon later)

Josh will get elated if you let him vent – or even just listen to anything he says. All you have to do is just sit there, really.

He’s bothered by comments on his physical appearance, but they don’t typically get to him as much as they used to.

You, on the other hand – your comments would have an effect. He'll brush it off, but think about it later (and by think, I mean have an existential crisis).

Josh gets really insecure when he’s around you.

And he spirals easily; it’s hard for him to keep a cool head.

If you leave him for a moment while hanging out in some public place, a rush of thoughts will flood his head (What if you abandoned him? What if you don’t like him anymore? What if this relationship is just one big joke, and he’s the butt of it?)

You find yourself having to reassure him that your relationship is legit.

Hangouts can be anywhere from your room, to his room, to the park, to honestly even the grocery store.

Prefers being able to see your face — wouldn’t go to a movie theater with you (unless they’re playing some movie he’s really excited to see).

Would love you forever if you gave him a collectible that he’s missing in his collection.

Josh doesn’t get a lot of praise or things he likes in his life – even the smallest passing comment gives him something to smile at for the rest of the week.

He can get really clingy, though. Like SUPER clingy.

He wants to spend as much time as he can with you — every possible moment he has, spending time with you is amongst his top three things of stuff he wants to do.

Josh calls you at least once a day, walks you to every class (even if it makes him late), and wakes you up in the middle of the night through a call or text to ask if you’re ok (he had a dream where you got hurt).

Like Jerry, he doesn’t want you hanging around to the club — but his feelings are way more extreme.

He despises, DETESTS you being anywhere within 100 miles of any of them.

Josh keeps your relationship a secret for as long as possible, and frequently makes up excuses to tell both you and the club to not hang out.

If you end up finding out about the club? Fine! But don’t expect to be invited to any meetings, EVER.

If the club finds out about you… good god.

They’ll probably see if they can get you and Josh to break up, doing anything from spreading rumors to pulling pranks to even staging a “He cheated on you!” scandal.

But you never will break up.

Josh wouldn’t (couldn’t) allow it.

Pete

HOLY MOLY does this boy have BAD BAD BAD grades

Just barely passing his classes, and his parents don’t really care that he’s highkey struggling.

Uses class to mess around, catch up on sleep, or do anything that’s not classwork.

Sometimes has insomnia, other times he’s out like a light and sleeps like a log. No in between.

Complete lack of sleep schedule. Goes to bed anywhere from 11pm to 5am.

I side with the Pete-snores-when-he’s-asleep truthers. He probably mumbles too.

Fan of insect torture as a kid (never grew out of it)

Probably has 5 or 6 siblings and doesn’t get much attention, leading to him locking himself away in his room watching his disgusting movies or hanging out with the club.

Either way, Pete has a lot of free time – the most by far out of the club members.

He likes music he can play loudly (i.e rap and heavy metal).

Won’t do house music, though. He claims “any music that don’t got lyrics ain’t fuck’n music.” 

Has a fake drivers license that says he’s 21 (it’s so obviously fake, though)

Pete relates a lot of things in his daily life to horror movies (i.e stalking through the streets of an unsuspecting neighborhood, the pale streetlights a temporary respite from the shadows that ravage silent suburbia is basically him as Michael Myers about to kill some bimbo bitch)

He could talk at great lengths about various assortments of snacks to eat upon viewing different categories of horror movies for exclusive experiences.

You maybe met on the bus — it was your first day at this new school, and you’re blissfully unaware of all the social workings of .

God when you stepped on that stupid, yellow, loud ass, hot and sweltering tin can on wheels, it was over for you.

Pete laid his beady little eyes on you, he went dead silent, right in the middle of terrorizing the freshmen behind him with his gory recollections of whatever blood-soaked film it was.

When you sat in the bus seat directly in front of him, he lost it.

Did you know who he was? Were you aware the neighborhood horror-porn maniac is sitting behind you? And did you know how mouth-wateringly, drop-dead gorgeous you are?

It was all a downhill tumble from there; Pete heaves himself up as the bus starts moving, making remarks about your physical appearance.

Before long it’s now romantic advances like gifts, confessions, reminders that he knows where you live.

And even if you try and change seats he’ll force his way to sit somewhere near you and continue his odd serenade of you.

So now, with this new obsession, Pete will take “bathroom breaks,” consisting of him strolling down the halls, trying to figure out which classes you have and when.

Soon enough, he’s memorized your entire schedule and will pick spots to wait for you that will ensure you two see each other.

The romantic tension is really getting to him. Is it getting to you?

While you can’t escape Pete in school, he can’t escape you, ever.

You infect his dreams, whisper into every aspect of his life, and Pete can’t even watch a goddamn horrible slasher flick without seeing you in place of the final girl, covered in blood, screeching in terror (before promptly having to rub one out).

Honest to god I have no idea how you two would end up together.

Best guess? You go watch a movie (alone, if this is to play out correctly) and that freak ass club ducks into the theatre, hoping to creep into the seats and watch whatever knockoff film was showing, free of charge.

They can’t see shit as the lights click off and the screen turns black, so somehow Pete ends up filing into the same row as poor, unsuspecting you.

From there? Can’t say; perhaps he notices you before you notice him. Maybe he just stares in disbelief for a moment – I mean it’s you, the person who rules his dreams and his mind (and might possibly like him).

Then maybe he gets a bit bolder, lets his hands to the talking, and you sit there and take it because you know you like him back and then he grabs your chin, rough and hungry, and closes in and the two of you are-

Man, who knows.

Love language? That’s a hard one. I’m thinking “wild card” — you have no idea what he’s gonna do for you and when he’s gonna do it, but whatever it is, it’s thoughtful.

And MY GOD is his room RANCID.

There's like mystery wet spots and piles of trash and dirty clothes everywhere.

And crumpled tissues. Let's not think about those right now.

He doesn’t even bother to clean it the first time you come over either. You just have to stand there awkwardly while Pete rants about this one obscure horror film that copied this other obscure horror film.

His parents don't really ask him to clean his room basically ever, and Pete has ZERO sense of personal hygiene.

Showers like twice a month. Maybe thrice if he can muster up the want.

Pete likes cold showers. He also likes eating ice cream, outdoors, in the middle of winter (“It won’t fuck’n melt!” he insists, knee deep in snow).

OH, and Pete’s not really that nice to you.

Mainly because he thinks it’s great entertainment to have someone to subject his little spurts of malice upon.

But also, because he doesn’t really know how to convey affection — all he’s learned in the romance sector is from a constant bombardment of his… taste in movies.

If you squirm at gore just know one of your dates is gonna be Pete sitting you down and making you watch a movie among his top ten most horrid tapes. Possibly in some secluded area.

And? And? This ANIMAL loves sneaking up behind you and giving you a scare. Constantly.

If you flinch he’ll laugh a bit, but leave you to scowl at him

But let out a noise and jump? GOD he will tease and tease you forever. And it’s guaranteed he’ll spook you more often, too.

Pete does a lot of things to elicit a reaction — commenting on your body, scaring you like mentioned above, saying absolutely profane shit that makes your cheeks heat instantaneously, when he leans in and whispers what he wants to do to you.

And on occasion, he’ll make threats. Just vague,  “I know where you live,” type shit (no duh, you know where he lives too), but sometimes he’ll step a little too far, insinuate a little too much. 

But listen – he’s not all bad. Pete does some nice things for you.

Just bet if you ever get bullied, some nauseating note(s) filled with immensely graphic, highly nauseating threats will be nailed to your terrorizer’s front door (fake blood may be included).

Movie dates are typically at your house (both you and Pete prefer it), but he will outright lie to your parents, and maybe even you, about what movie(s) you’ll be watching.

Sometimes he’ll show up unannounced, banging at your window for you to open up in the middle of the night.

On occasion, when he knows your house is gonna be deserted for a bit, he’ll go into your room and snoop around, maybe just lay on your bed.

But uh… Pete gropes. He really does.

It’s like an addiction; it would be easier to prove what comes after death once and for all than make Pete to get his fucking mitts off you.

He’s also into biting. But much less than groping, thank god.

Pete doesn't care if you're around the club (he actually enjoys seeing everyones reactions, especially Bill's, when he rubs it in their face that he's dating this smoking hot, absolutely stunning human being).

If you were being hit on by another person though, I doubt Pete would get jealous or try to defend you. Hell, he might even like seeing you squirm in discomfort.

The longer your relationship drags on, Pete’s intrusive thoughts regarding you become increasingly more disturbing.

One of these days he’s gonna make these depraved fantasies a reality.

Bill

For some god awful reason he has straight A’s without even trying.

Does his mom care when he brings home yet another test he aced? No.

Bill correlates a lot of subject matter with characters, from comics, plots of shows, or whatever else. He can memorize tons of material with minimal effort, while simultaneously keeping up that think-about-comics-24/7 mindset.

Lazy as hell — never does chores or anything he doesn’t have to.

THE bare minimum guy.

Can’t have any pets because he wouldn’t take care of them; irresponsible to the point he could kill a cactus.

His eyesight isn’t as bad as Josh’s, but still takes the care to clean his glasses and avoid getting them scratched up.

His damaged eyes partially because he read comics after bedtime way too much as a kid, flashlight under the covers and everything.

Master of cutting corners when it comes to anything — speedruns his homework, does every other problem/question if he can get away with it, and can’t be bothered with double checking anything he ever does.

I bet he got night terrors and nightmares when he was little — some of his nightmares still traumatize him to this day.

In terms of hygiene, he’s pretty bad at it (duh). Not as bad as Pete, but still, bad.

Showers only at his mom’s orders (once a week, maybe twice).

Bill’s closet is a big copy and paste fest — nothing disturbs the endless sea of graphic tees, dark colored jeans, and flannel shirts/blazers.

Except that one suit that he wore to some distant relatives funeral when he was thirteen. He hasn’t worn it since, but debates using it for some cosplay.

Bill would subtly violate a person’s boundaries, and then brush it off as a joke when he’s called out.

Going off of my “Bill is smart” headcanon, and how his mom doesn’t care for education, he could have done a lot of things, but the lack of value put on education caused him to not give a shit about going to college or whatnot.

Throwing insults at people, media concepts, anything is a favorite of his.

Will find some way to hate on something, no matter how good it is (too long, too boring, not enough naked women)

On my life Bill listens to Weezer. Probably Radiohead too.

Disclaimer: below is fem!reader x w*lliam. Srry boys and other💔

You gotta be insane to want to date Bill Dickey.

You have to have a complete lack of self worth and respect.

I mean where does the attraction even come from? He’s repulsive, abusive, narcissistic. Who would even like this misogynist? (me me me!)

But you are clueless when you first meet. The school’s big, and you’re not too familiar with everything.

Maybe you haven't seen him getting bullied and shoved around just yet.

You approach him with honest, innocent intentions: you’re lost and need to get to your next class.

“He doesn’t seem like he’s a bad guy” is what you’re thinking when you spot him, leaning against a locker and thumbing through a comic book (oh, how wrong you are!)

So you tap on his shoulder and ask him if he knows which direction Mrs. Green’s English class is.

And of course, Bill takes it as something else – a helpless, normie bitch is interrupting his happy world of imagination, asking him for help (to mock him or throw herself at him, he can’t figure out)

He immediately snaps back, commenting how of course you wouldn’t know where your class is, damn woman.

Maybe he insults you some more, stating how you shouldn’t even be in school anyways, idiotic bimbo.

And how do you react?

You stumble off in shock – blaming your burning face on his degradation and not the fluttering in your gut.

But alas, soon enough you find yourself needing major help on some complex subject, whatever it is, so you ask the teacher if they have any recommendations for tutors.

Of course, Mr. top-of-the-class Bill Dickey is first on his list.

So now you’re being tutored by Bill, whose ego is stoked like an inferno at the chance to not only be around a pretty girl for an hour, but get to basically call her stupid every second of the way.

80% of the time he keeps his distance, the two of you sitting across from each other in a quiet corner of the library, but on occasion, when you just can’t get something right, he will march over there, wrestle the pencil out of your hands, and do it for you (you note to yourself that’s the best way to make Bill come over to you).

Holy shit his face is so red when he’s done leaning over you and mansplaining (fuck, you smell good) and you pretend not to notice, blaming his reddened face on anger, frustration.

But some part of you wonders if he likes you the way you like him.

Soon enough, your tutoring becomes a highlight of your day (same with him, but he’d never admit it).

Truth be told, Bill’s a pretty bad teacher, but he can be really funny, relatable, and at least you’re getting somewhere.

He even introduced you to some good comic series (without him actually knowing, you just picked up a copy of whatever he was reading at your local comic shop. What was it, Moe’s? Bo’s? Either way, everyone was staring at you freakishly from the second you walked in to the second you stepped out.)

Sessions are always in the library, but he fantasizes about taking it further, going to his house or yours.

Sometimes he wonders what your room would look like (by sometimes I mean MANY times).

But Bill despises you.

You are literally ruining his life.

You have no idea what you do to him – always looking so fucking innocent, entirely unaware of how you sink your teeth into his heart every time you smile, wave, say “hi” in the halls.

He didn’t really know what a cocktease was – till he met you.

He can't stop thinking about anything  to do with you; your body, your voice, your lips. The way you laugh at his jokes and not him, how you come back no matter how many times he berates you.

It’s like you own him without even raising a finger.

He finds his grades dropping because he can’t pay attention in the classes you share — he watches you brazenly like some starving dog watching a butcher’s shop.

He gets worse and worse at tutoring you because he’ll lose his train of thought, completely enraptured by the thought of how fucking easy it would be to simply lean in and smash his lips against yours.

For fucks sake, Bill shouldn’t think so much about a girl; you’re just a carbon copy of all the other whores running around this shitty planet.

He, the man, rules you, not the other fucking way around.

But when you show up in his dreams as a seductive member of his crew, spread out and needy for him, his head is whirling and he loses his typically smooth composure (in his fuckass dreams! really?!)

But he wakes up before anything can actually happen, putting him in a foul mood.

He’s shaken out of it when he takes a cold shower.

Now Bill’s simultaneously angry, shameful, and excited whenever he goes to sleep.

If you ever show up for the club, he’ll scream and shout in protest.

And if you somehow worm yourself into a session? GOD it is torture for Bill.

How the hell is he supposed to get anything done when the girl he LOVES hates is sitting right across from him, getting hit on by Pete.

Needless to say, Bill would be a bit more abrasive during that session (partially in hopes you’ll get scared off, but also because he gets so worked up around you)

Please please PLEASE do not confess to Bill.

He would never confess to you either, but that's not the point.

I mean gosh, imagine how BAD it would be:

In the back of the library you’re packing up, just having finished a (now useless) tutoring session.

You blurt that you love him.

You have feelings of romantic attraction towards him.

There's a brief pause that drags on, and on, and you can’t tell if Bill’s gonna reply at all (he's having an internal meltdown; the only reason he’s not blushing is cause he’s sheet white out of shock)

You’re on the verge of running away, moving schools, never showing your face in public ever again when he just says, “yeah.”

Or maybe he laughs in your face.

Your relationship? More of an ownership, an ego boost for him.

Bill makes you do a lot of things for him, even if he’s more than capable of doing them himself.

But he ensures you don’t stray too far – he wants to see you doing whatever menial task he ordered you to do.

Talks about you incessantly to anyone who will listen.

It’s mainly bragging, though. Even though he treats you like shit, Bill will somehow work your name into every single conversation and club meeting.

And also he WILL beat up anyone who badmouths you (verbally. Bill can't fight for his life)

He’ll also defend you online like crazy (what a sweetheart!), but all with his army of alt accounts.

Hardly even says “I love you,” or anything of the like.

You don’t really go on dates either – Bill just keeps you around and forces you to follow him wherever he goes.

Also HE approaches YOU, not the other way around.

One time you tried to ask if you could hang out and he didn’t speak to you for a few days (didn’t even make himself seen. If you did interact, it’s him making some misogynistic, cruel comment towards you)

Believe me, Bill was probably way more miserable than you were. 

He's a MASSIVE freak for physical touch, and majorly touch starved.

Even thinking about skin on skin contact makes him salivate.

Bill will shiver if your hands simply brushed.

Never holds your hand in public but GOD he wants to. Dreams about it all the time (speaking of dreams, you still show up in them. Every time he wakes up, his sexual frustration grows)

He'd love to just. Lay on you. Whether it be lying face down, head between your tits, or draped across you, it doesn’t matter.

Either way, his inward battle of misogyny and emotion has to fizzle out sometime soon.

Once you’re finally in a stage in which he’s more comfortable with the idea of having a… “girlfriend,” he’s gonna start touching.

I swear his hands will never leave your body, touching, groping, brushing.

He doesn’t care for hand holding in the romantic sense so much as the he-gets-to-touch-you-and-show-everyone-that-you’re-HIS sense.

Walking through the halls? Hand interlocked with yours. Sitting next to each other in class? Hand on your thigh. Standing side by side at Joe’s? Probably has his arm draped across your shoulders or resting on your hip.

And Bill likes unexpectedly grabbing you.

HARD.

You’ll be walking side by side in a public space and his fingers will just sink into your flesh with enough force to bruise (this freak gets so turned on if you squeak or squeal in reaction)

I have no idea what compels you to stay with him.

If you guys fight (probably often), he's never gonna say sorry. He’s definitely one of those people who will never admit they’re wrong

He's always gonna find some way to shift the blame on you.

But maybe it’s the fact that he's the only person that you have. He’s isolated you from your friends without you even noticing, and hasn't even realized what a wreck your life is now.

Break ups end with you or Bill crawling back to apologize to one another. 

Mostly you. Almost always, it’s you.

[satrs]

i've had this headcanon of caleb and mc for SO LONG where they're both fighting over dominance during sex bc they're both FREAKS. They're like constantly flipping each other over to get them to succumb to the pleasure but they keep fighting LMAO. I highkey need a full fic of this

YAAAASSS!!!! I can already envision the fucking mess bc they props trash the whole damn house LMAO. Okokok so lemme cook smt up for ya nonnie....

It alwayssss starts with something stupid.

Tonight? A playful shove after a snarky comment. Caleb's mouthing off, teasing you during training, 'helping' you with your form wayyy to often, whispering filth against your ear with that cocky smirk he wears like a second skin.

Once you're home Caleb leans in, one hand on the wall behind your head, the other slipping down your waist like he owns the path. “You’ve been mouthing off alllll day," he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “You tryna' get me riled up?”

“You think I need to try?”

Then you shove him. Hard.

He stumbles, just a step, but it’s enough. Enough to snap the tension and set everything off like a match to gasoline.

He’s on you before you even finish the sentence, hands on your waist, mouth crashing into yours, teeth clashing, tongues fighting.

You claw at his shirt as he presses you into the wall, dragging his lips down your jaw to your throat, biting hard enough to leave bruises.

He grabs your wrists and slams them above your head, pinning you there with one hand. “Gonna behave?” he asks, voice all gravel and sin.

“You wish,” you spit, and break his grip, twisting your body and shoving him back instead, flipping the positions in one savage motion.

Caleb hits the wall with a gasp, and you’re on him, teeth sinking into his lower lip, hips grinding against his hard cock through his sweatpants. His hands dig deep into your hips, bruising.

You don’t make it to the bed.

The two of you stumble into it, ripping clothes as you go, bumping into furniture, knocking a lamp off the table, just making a big ol' mess.

Caleb’s shirt is shredded, your pants are halfway down your thighs, and neither of you gives a fuck. Your hands fight for skin like they’ll die without it.

He tackles you to the mattress, climbing over you. You snarl, wrap your legs around his waist, and roll, flipping him onto his back swiftly. You pin him down, straddle his hips and press your hand against his chest.

He whines—whines—like you’ve stabbed the air out of him. His hands come up to grip your thighs, but you grab his wrists and slam them down beside his head.

“Nuh uhhh,” you tease, grinding against his cock through your soaked panties. “Gonna fuck you dumb tonight, Cay'.”

“Try me,” he snaps, and then his evol lets you fload, loosing sense of gravity before he takes the chance and flips you back.

His hand pins you to the sheets, hips grinding against yours as he bites into your shoulder. “I love you, baby, but you talk too much,” he breathes into your ear. “Wanna have you moaning more.”

He tears your panties off and slides two fingers in without warning, curling just right against your gushing spot for your back to arch up into his chest. “F-fuck—Caleb—”

“That’s it,” he whispers, wrist slamming against your aching clit violently. “Cat caught your tongue, huh?”

Oh, how wrong he is.

You reach up, grab him by the hair and yank, forcing his head back. “Gotcha.” you giggle, grip tightening on the russet hair. You hook your leg around his hip and flip him again, slamming him onto his back before straddling him with a wild, furious grin.

And once you free his aching cock in a hurry and slam onto it with one deep roll of those dedicated hips of yours, you both let out a loud moan.

“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck!,” he groans, fists grabbing at your thighs,

You ride him like vengeance, grinding your hips to make sure he feels everything.

His hands keep trying to take control over the situation by grabing your waist, your tits, your throat— anything, but you swat them away every time, slamming down onto his thighs, burying his cock into the depths of your snug cunt.

“Touch me again,” you growl, each bounce of yours making you slip further and further over the bridge of sanity, “and I’ll tie you down.”

“Oh fuck—do it. Fuckin' do it, baby."

He answers instantly, fingers iching as they threaten to grap your thighs out of spite. But just as he's about to, you slap his chest and grind down onto him harder, rougher, dragging your nails down his torso, watching his abs flex beneath your touch.

But he’s not done either.

He surges up, grabbing you by the waist, and slams you onto your back, legs over his shoulders. His thrusts are brutal and deep, every stroke knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“Gonna— gonna come for me, yeah?” he says, panting, voice breaking. “Can feel you squeezing—fuckkkk—you’re close.”

You bite his shoulder, desperate to not give him the satisfaction of dwelling in his victory.

“Gimmie all of it, want it all,” he growls, and he ruts into you until his tip knocks at your cervix.

It's so damn loud and messy, bed creaking, headboard banging against the wall, sweat dripping from his neck to your chest.

And as his thumb finds your clit and circles the bud meanly, you scream.

You both cum violently, body spasming, legs shaking, your nails ranking down his back in one last attempt for dominance.

And you know it's not over when you feel that faint smirk against your shoulder and a slight thrust into your stuffed hole.

He kisses your shoulder, then bites it, licking over the mark soothingly. “You ready for round two, pips?”

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 2025. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[redr0sewrites]

🪻A/n: general black sapphire x reader hcs ! i have a few black sapphire asks, but i wanted to do this 1st so i could figure out his characterization

🪻 Cw: fluff, smut, mentions of possessiveness and jealousy, exhibitionism, roleplay, dirty talk

🪻 dividers

sfw:

Black Sapphire Cookie is, if anything, a flamboyant lover. he's very theatrical and always looking to impress you, and truly doesn't care if he receives good or bad attention from you. however, it does take a lot of effort for him to truly be in a relationship with you. getting him to be honest, open, and loving with you is certainly a feat, and i think any sort of relationship with him takes a lot of time. he's used to deceit after all, and is not so familiar with romance. sure, he knows the performative side of being a couple, such as expensive dates and flashy gifts, but the intimacy part? yeaaa it takes him a while.

i think he'd be a bit of a bully when he first met you- ESPECIALLY if you're favored by Shadow Milk Cookie. he's not used to having to vie for his leader's attention, and can be very intense in trying to almost humiliate you? but what he doesn't realize is that this strange and very unusual and almost fun wait what obsession is also simultaneously fueled by him wanting your attention all to himself..,,,,

he's pulling every trick in the book to piss you off. from pranks to stealing your items or spreading rumors, he's very adamant about making it verrrrryyyyy obvious that he absolutely totally hates your guts and feels no other feelings towards you ! yup! does the fact that he finds it absolutely disgustingly attractive when you get mad at him have anything to do with it? the world will never know ! (Shadow Milk and Caramel Apple Cookie are pleading with him to grow a spine and realize his feelings.)

over time you start to see through his act though. i think that, no matter how hard he tries, Black Sapphire just Cannot hide that he does actually care for you and soon he sorta switches from wanting your negative attention to wanting your positive attention

you'd probably get whiplash ngl, like all of a sudden he went from trying to make you MISERABLE and/or being a freak to complimenting you and spreading rumors that you're both together??? sorry???? did you hit your head and die???? bc who r u and what have you done to Black Sapphire Cookie???

i think Black Sapphire Cookie would be the one to confess, but i do also think that you'd have to do some prying first. like you ask him "heyyy did you start that rumor that we're dating....?" and he'd just be like. "yes. we are now." and then confess

when it comes to the actual relationship, he has an idea on how romance works, but he hasn't gotten much actual soulful relationship experience and can be a bit unconventional at first- not cruel or anything, but almost awkward in a sense ?

Black Sapphire would not want to screw this up. your genuinely very important to him and, even though he doesn't like to admit it, he does care for you- he just can't express it very well. one thing that he does have going for him is his charm, so he'd try to be very superficial and flirtatious in the beginning of the relationship. however, if you see through his facade, while at first i think he'd be caught off guard, i do think that he would in turn start to (try to) be more genuine

its a slow process, but dramatic pda and overzealous compliments slowly start to turn into something else- something a bit softer. not that he doesn't adore showering you in affection, he still has a theatrical flair after all, but it becomes more tailored to your preferences. Black Sapphire would start paying more attention and begin appreciating you more, not just for your entertainment value but for you as a whole.

not only does he become more loving, but i also think that Black Sapphire would become a bit more possessive as well. witches forbid some cookie tries to do you wrong, because not only is he going to beat them up, but he will also proceed to belittle them and spread the most horrendous rumors on his radio show. he has a bit of a jealousy streak, and if you start spending too much time with others he'll definitely get a bit pouty

speaking of, i think quality time would be very important to him in a relationship. he quite enjoys just following you around while you do your daily tasks, almost like a guard dog. he likes when you turn to him for help, relishes being useful for you- and you can use this to your advantage. he loves it. whats in it for you? well, in turn, you get one of the most dramatic and powerful cookies to be comically miffed about carrying around your egregious amount of shopping bags while trailing behind you with an irritated expression on his face. (he's carrying too much to be able to hold hands with you, and now his feelings are hurt. he will not admit this.)

however, as much as he loves spending time with you, this isn't the thing he values the most- i actually think he'd hold words of affirmation to a very high importance. now, you may be thinking, isn't he like, very big on lying and not being true to his word? yes. does he expect that of others? yes! which is why he believes words of affirmation to be so important!!! while he may not admit it, just a few truthful words of affection means more to him than you will ever know. the truth is hard to find in his world, and i think that once he realizes you deeply, truly mean what you say, Black Sapphire craves your praise like an addictive drug he just can't get off of

when it comes to dates, i think that Black Sapphire Cookie would prefer elegant dates, usually with some sort of theatrical twist or dramatic flair. maybe some sort of party or gala, where he can parade around and show you off while simultaneously spreading his infectious gossip !

ultimately, while a relationship with him can take a lot of work, i do think that Black Sapphire Cookie can grow to be almost normal and loving. he is still a follower of deceit after all, and i think he'd thrive best in a relationship with someone who is more than willing to let him be as freaky and fucked up as he is without trying to change him <3

do not (PLEASE DO) get me started on yandere Black Sapphire Cookie DONT DO NOT DONT LET ME BC I WONT SHUT UP PLEEEEEASEEE

nsfw:

definitely a switch. i actually do think Black Sapphire would have a slight preference for being more dominant though, simply because he can be a bit of a control freak

he is a very versatile switch though. he can be a controlling heavy dom or the brattiest sub you've ever seen. he LOVES being put in his place, but is also big on the reverse

before you both even officially get together, Black Sapphire already fantasizes about you a lot. you're the subject of his admiration, and also his lust, and he spends a lot of time imagining not only what he'd like to do to you, but what you'd be into. would you be quiet or loud in bed? squirmy or still? would you cry if he degrades you, would you let him tie you down? the list is endless. he's definitely spent more than a few late nights pathetically fisting his twitching cock to the thought of you, fantasizing about his deepest and darkest desires.

when it comes to kinks, Black Sapphire Cookie has a lot. exhibitionism is definitely the first one that comes to mind, he loves showing you off and doesn't mind fucking you with his microphone in hearing distance, mocking you and forcing you to be quiet lest his microphone pick up the audio and broadcast your moans across all of Earthbread. also doesn't mind bottoming in situations such as this, the thrill of being caught just turns him on 10 times more

also big on roleplay, especially in this sort of scenario. loves roleplay scenarios that involve you both getting caught, or follow the premise of him taking you in front of a crowd or something of the like. he gets super into character when it comes to roleplay, and his radio show persona will almost certainly make an appearance.

degrading and praise is HUGE for him, both giving and receiving. he can be a little mean during sex, but that doesn't indicate that Black Sapphire Cookie doesn't like to reward you as well. it can give you whiplash just how quickly he can swing from taunting you and belittling you mercilessly while you gush and moan to suddenly praising you and peppering you with kisses- it truly depends on his mood

the majority of his dirty talk is degradation, even when he's subbing, Black Sapphire Cookie always has something nasty to say. he just can't resist teasing you, and lovessss fighting for dominance when it comes to dirty talk

edging and overstimulation are yet another favorite of his, as he just loves to see you squirm. theres nothing more pleasing to Black Sapphire Cookie than to make you beg for pleasure, and he also finds it hot when you cry- probably tying into some sort of dacryphilia kink,,,

as previously mentioned, he's a pretty big fan of roleplay, and most of the time its very gameshow/radio host-esque, as he looovesss playing into his own professional persona. however, i do think Black Sapphire Cookie would be into some costume play, specifically on you, like dollification and something of the like. at the very least, he just finds it very attractive to see you dressed up, and loves going to events with you where you're both dressed fancy.

super into shibari or any sort of instances in which you or himself are tied up. he can be quite creative with it too, with tons of different positions and the addition of many different toys always making it to be an exciting experience. sometimes, when he wants to punish you, he'll tie you up with a vibrator with a vibrator attached to your cunt/cock and see just how many orgasms he can wring from you

Black Sapphire Cookie has a pretty high libido, and so he definitely masturbates a lot. as previously stated, he is incredibly into exhibitionism, and looovessss orchestrating scenarios in which you catch him masturbating. he's a bit pathetic when he masturbates in my mind, he has a bit of a high stress job and i think he'd be super pent up a lot. sometimes, when his hand just isn't working for him, he'll turn to humping a pillow and pretending it's you just to reach some sort of release. this is the only time he'll ever be a little embarrassed if you catch him, but the embarrassment only turns him on more.

overall, Black Sapphire Cookie is a pretty experimental lover in bed, and has a lot of characteristic charm that makes him a great partner

this is basically like. character development via me forcing him into a relationship. this took way too long to write omfg. i am still STRUGGLING with his characterization and wanted like. a reference to look back to for when i complete the rest of my requests ! hes soo fine but also. so nuanced. ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYED SEND IN MORE ASKS >:)

[cxyotl]

hey so yall know that “kieran doesnt die” au ive been writing. um. i drew him.

more notes about this design below the cut :3 tw for eye trauma n torture.

-first off branwens only there bc i was trying to figure out how to draw horses & fill up space… so say hi branwen. he is like. the reason why kieran doesnt end up dying in this au. so he deserves to be here.

-surviving that whole ordeal messed him up pretty bad, physically and mentally. however, being so defensive about his blind side and determined to prove himself caused him to be more active i think. hes still that nervous stableboy for the van der lindes, but he doesnt shy from volunteering to go fishing/hunting with someone or joining jobs. hates using his blindness to gather pity pennies but hey, nobody is gonna suspect the obviously blind dude is working with criminals like the notorious van der linde gang.

-he also gets a little healthier. the rest he got while healing did wonders for him, he hasnt had a days rest since. well before the o’driscolls picked him up, probably. now hes a little less skinny, a little less greasy, and a little more alive <3 the only non-healthy habit he picks up is he does smoke more often than he already did. his nerves are all over the place. Especially when he’s on the edge of camp or out on the trail with someone.

-kieran’s left eye is completely gone. his eyelids and corners on both eyes are scarred up as well, since the o’driscoll who took it gouged em with his thumb. he wasn’t able to get past heavily scarring the right eye, so kieran gets to keep that eye.

-although he keeps his right eye, that doesnt mean its any good. HEAVY corneal scarring and ocular trauma, paired neatly with a small infection, means he’s permanently partially blind in that eye. he can see figures (silhouettes against light) and its all very blurry, but he can Technically still see enough to do his job and a little more. hes extremely photosensitive and it cost him his color perception for the most part in his remaining eye.

-because he’s so photosensitive, the hat kinda needs to stay on anytime hes outdoors. trelawny and mary-beth steal him tinted glasses from saint denis but he doesnt like them very much. the feel of anything, including glasses, so close to his eyes freaks him out. especially bc the lens bridge sits on some scarring on the inner corner. the corneal scars sorta make it feel like hes got something in his eye like all the time. bro cant get a moments peace LMAO.

-the left eye is usually bandaged up. getting any foreign material in the socket is Bad and hes like working with animals. literally brushing fur into the air like nine hours a day. so most of the time hes got that covered and he doesnt like it but. its necessary.

-arthur brought him the cane after remembering seeing blind man cassidy with one. was up in cumberland forest exploring anyway, saw a person sized stick and was like “ok this might work.” left it with mary-beth because he didnt want it to become a Thing that hes gone soft or whatever if that makes sense. its a bit large, but kieran doesnt mind bc he can kinda lean on it if he needs to or get a good sense of how far an object is from him. depth perception was also a little skewed.

-speakin of mary-beth, the new necktie is a little gift from her :3 yall might recognize it from the cut outfit

-kieran wrapped the cane up because he was getting splinters from it which was Annoying. he takes his knife and sharpens it or smooths it out as needed sometimes. out of boredom or necessity (the soft ground in shady belle and lakay are. decidedly. not great if you already are tripping over everything)

-the little notch at the top is great for hangin up lanterns. which tends to hurt his eye and gives him migraines bc its so close to his face, but it can be useful for holding the light out and seeing figures in the dark that hes lookin out for. or showing others where he is in the dark.

-i just didnt wanna draw his holster, but he can still shoot and ride horses. branwens a good companion :3. as for shooting, he just kinda shoots at figures and uses audio clues for where to aim and fire. hes better with his revolver than anything else, but give him a low sniper position with a high accuracy firearm like the carcano and he could probably get some kills.

-as for riding horses, hes been doin that for years. he just gives branwen cues to stay with other horses or on certain trails, or he can tie the reins to someone elses saddle (but he doesnt like doing this)

i have more thoughts so PLEEEASSEEE ask about it if you have questions or thoughts but these r just like some of the big ones that have to do with his actual design ❤️

[feyburner]

hello, i hope you're doing well, the world keeps getting crazier which means that i'm spending more time on fanfictions and i've been thinking about your jaytim fics. particularly, jason and how human he is when you write him. his awkwardness bc he was dead for a while and then doing. not very good. and how he probably has to catch up on simple stuff like who even taught him how to shave??? sure he learnt how to wire bombs but that didn't leave much time for stuff like sexuality and romance? just some experiences that he was robbed off. also very much interested in your take on jason's morality re: killing and what it means to him. anyways i'll dive back into my jason comic marathon <3

God yeah I think about this all the time, it's one of the things that interests me most about his character. Like how fucked up to die at 15 and wake up at like 18 and immediately launch yourself into your big crazy revenge plot that you think it's going to make you feel less howling animal inside but all it does is destroy your chances at ever having like, a normal interaction. By the time you calm down a little you've basically skipped from 15 to like 20. And everyone around you is also a freak who will never live a normal life and some have even also died but you're the only one missing a huge chunk out of your formative years. (Don't care about conflicting canon timelines or retcons.) (I also like this on a meta level bc it mirrors the fact that Jason was For Real Dead from 1988-2005.)

Re: morality, killing: A lot of his character is about catharsis to me. He is hotheaded and impulsive and direct and unsubtle (see: heads in a duffel bag) in a way the other Bats aren't. Who among us hasn't seen a news story and thought "I don't believe in state-sanctioned violence but damn, someone should kill that guy"? He is the guy who kills that guy. And sometimes it's for "noble" reasons and sometimes it isn't, and sometimes he might like to think it is but it isn't, and sometimes it immediately backfires and makes things worse for the people he is trying to help, and it can and has made him a hypocrite. It is also, I believe, an understandable stance for someone who was murdered as a child by a guy famous for essentially walking around wearing a T-shirt that says "I Love Hurting and Killing People (and I'm Definitely Going to Do It Again)." Bruce doesn't kill people because senseless violence made him an orphan. Jason kills people because senseless violence made him dead. Of course a child who lived and a child who died would look at death from opposite sides. It destroyed both of them at a formative age in opposite ways. Bruce crystallized around the after, and Jason around the before. I think it makes perfect sense that for the rest of their lives they would keep seeing only the after, and only the before, and in doing so keep looking past each other.

I feel like a lot of Jason meta is either "The Bats are so naive, Jason is the only realist" OR "Here's why Batman is right and Jason is an irredeemable monster" or whatever. Neither of those readings are compelling to me. I don't care which character is "right" or "good." If I wanted to read about good people making morally airtight choices I would go read Goofus and Gallant but only the Gallant parts and then kill myself. None of the Bats act in a way that aligns with my real-life morals. I think the "killing question" is most interesting viewed in the context of an individual character's relationship with violence and justice and atonement and forgiveness and consequences and least interesting in the context of pitting characters against each other to determine Who's Right and Who's Wrong.

I wrote the following exchange a while back as an exercise to explore this very topic.

Warning for CSA mention below the cut.

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“I mean, hell, what if he got hit by a bus? Anyone can die, any time. Think of me as a big angry red bus.” Tim’s eyes on him feel like burning, but not so immediate as fire. More like the warning heat of sunburn: for now a faint prickling, for weeks after an ache. “End of the day? I don’t think he should be alive. I don’t think the state should get to decide who lives and who dies, but I’m not the state. And I know people can be rehabilitated. I know there’s a chance he could change, and never do it again, and spend the rest of his days saving kittens and helping little old ladies cross the street. But from what I’ve seen, this kinda guy, we’re talking a puny fucking chance. There’s people the system fails and people who could be helped by a better system and then there’s people who aren’t gonna fucking change. They’re just gonna keep doing awful shit, because it gets them off. Hurting kids. Hurting anyone they think is less powerful, or less of a person. Fuck that. The thing is, I know they’re people. And I’m a person too. And I don’t have the fucking right. To be the arbiter of fucked-up justice or whatever. But you know what? I can’t find it in me to give a shit. If those scumbags wanna kill me back, they can have at it, that’s their prerogative. Until then, some fuck rapes a five-year-old? No, fuck that. What if he does it again? He’s already done it. Hurt that kid forever. Snuffed out that thing inside them, whatever it is that makes kids think the world isn’t a shitshow. Can’t unring that fucking bell. Why should he—once was too many! Don’t you get it? That kinda guy—once was already too many! Why should he get to do it twice? And so fucking many of ‘em do it twice. Can’t keep your hands off a little kid? Fuck you. Headshot. Problem solved. You can’t change my mind about this, Red. I didn’t make the choice to kill people on a fucking whim. I thought about Hell and decided I’m up for it. Alright? Fuck off.” 

“You don’t have to convince me.” 

“And another thing—” His mouth clicks shut. “I—what?” 

“I said you don’t have to convince me.” Tim examines his glass, tilting the last swallow of watery gin back and forth. “If I were going to argue with you, I suppose I’d quote a statistic about how something like 93% of childhood sexual abuse is perpetuated from within the immediate family, and killing the abuser could drastically destabilize the child’s living situation and potentially place them at risk for other types of harm—”

“There’s nothing stable about—!”

“—but I’m not going to argue with you, because I don’t want to, because frankly I don’t care. I should—some days I’m better, and I do—but I don’t at the moment. Not tonight.” 

Jason stares at him for long enough that Tim grows visibly uncomfortable, shoulders stiffening. 

“What,” he says, eyes darting up to Jason’s, then away. His long fingers never stop playing with the glass, rolling it slowly, tracing the same wet circle on the tabletop. Jason wishes he would just finish his drink. And hold still. 

“You don’t care,” Jason repeats. “Great. Namaste. So what’s with the interrogation?”

“Interr—?” Tim looks startled. “Jason, I was asking.”

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So yeah.

[humanjarvis]

caleb - floating floraletter thoughts (spoilers below)

he’s such a sad character. he makes me so sad. he’ll try everything to prevent it of course but the fact that he wakes up every day expecting it to be his last but makes some warped kind of peace with it as long as you get his last words and he can see you before it happens. 🆗

when they were talking about his seemingly constant near-death experiences and he said “it’s okay. i want to return just as much as you do.” like. maybe i’m reaching but the first thing i thought of was him having to reassure us he’s not passively suicidal bc of the numbness he feels? bc he knows mc would for sure freak out about it if the thought that he wanted to die/would be okay with dying crossed her mind?

this is, what, his third explosion? it’s at least his third explosion.

the kiss. hm. i would not have done it that way or even included it in this card, i always pictured their first kiss to have a much more dramatic buildup. like. personally, if i were going to kiss my adoptivenotbrotherfriend after he faked his death and took me on a months long angst trip, i’d wait a bit longer. but what do i know?

in any case i enjoyed the symbolism of mc kissing the flower then offering it to him, as well as his resulting disbelief and gentleness at her finally making herself fully available to him. i wanted her to initiate and always thought it would make more sense, but i guess it’s gratifying, in a way, for him to get the go-ahead and then feel comfortable enough to take what he’s desired so long

anyway. he is such an important character to me. i wouldn’t put this one in my top 3 memories but i always enjoy his cards even if they Hurt. self-destructive space pilot ❤️

[f4ggydog]

Big dick lottie having her way with jackie in doomcoming instead of travis bc “it’s what the wilderness wants” and jackie doesn’t wanna die a virgin

warnings: this is both smut and dubcon incoming. if you're uncomfortable with either or are a minor, please leave. thank you!

"I heard your conversation with shauna." lottie kneels down next to jackie, donning her antler queen outfit fitted with her crown. jackie's not interested in much chit chat with her. she wants travis to crawl on top of her and get this over with. if she's not going to make it out of this forest, she won't do so without losing her virginity.

"that's none of your business," jackie replies.

"no, I think it is my business actually. do you think you could get away with what you were about to do so easily?"

"leave me alone," jackie grumbles. "you can't blame a girl for trying. I've gotta lose it one way or another."

"so you give up your dignity to a pathetic man who doesn't even give a shit about you? a pathetic scumbag who's supposed to be with nat?"

"oh please, as if either of them give a shit about each other. they're both just in it for the sex. and so am i."

"you know what we call girls like that, jackie?"

jackie rolls her eyes and leaves no room for a response. she stands up and attempts to leave, but lottie drags her back down by her dress.

"I didn't say you could leave."

"you're such a weirdo," jackie mumbles, attempting to leave again. lottie doesn't allow her to. she's adamant about jackie staying and she won't let her little captain leave until fun has been had.

"where do you think you're going?" lottie interrogates, shoving jackie fiercely into the dirt. jackie winces and her legs wiggle as lottie stands tall and proud above her.

"you're being a freak," jackie complains. it's all she's done since she entered the wilderness. not pitch in, not assist with chores, not collaborate as a team, but complain and whine. and she was a sad excuse for a captain. she could hardly hold her own out here. it all started to make sense why coach chose her for her passion and not her skill.

"and you base your worth on your virginity," lottie chuckles, shaking her head. "fucking depressing. do you think you exist as breeding material alone, jackie?"

"okay, geez. what the fuck are you on about?"

"if you want to act like a horny bitch," lottie says. "you may, but you won't be doing it with him."

lottie gingerly lifts up jackie's dress before ripping the end piece off. a wet patch in her underwear is revealed and lottie almost cackles at the irony of her confusion yet immediate arousal.

"no exaggeration there," lottie says. "you really are just a horny bitch, jackie. and your virginity's all you're worth, isn't it?"

"that's not true," jackie protests. "you know that."

"you think im gonna be generous towards you?" lottie's cock begs to poke out from under her own dress. "do you think sluts like you deserve compassion, jackie?"

"i-i..."

"answer the fucking question. or I'll put my cock in your asshole instead of your warm cunt. would you like that, jackie? you'd still have your virginity if I anally fucked you after all!"

"fuck alright." jackie hesitantly pulls down her underwear, miserably anticipating what comes next. she should've never let that conversation topic leave her mouth. then again, with what she found in shauna's journal, she wouldn't have an ounce of shock if shauna snitched to lottie.

"so now you're finally starting to get it," lottie responds. fantastic. spread your legs a little wider, jax."

jackie doesn't follow her command. lottie crouches down and forcefully spreads jackie's legs open. she snickers at the thought of rutting into jackie dry. there was no pleasure in this encounter. this was merely punishment for jackie's lust. how dare she lust over another, let alone a man at that. the thought of seeing them mate like rabbits made lottie ill.

lottie's dress doesn't come cleanly off. she tears it off so erratically that there's no way it's in shape to be worn after turning jackie's cunt into a sore puddle.

"and this couldn't be done with travis?" jackie groans, lottie's underwear becoming a torn mess that paired beautifully with the tattered dress.

"its the most infuriating thing to watch you lose your virginity to a man because some teen romance movie told you to," lottie growls. "if you wanna get fucked so bad, it mind as well be with me."

lottie forces her tip inside without prior teasing. she's massive, stretching out jackie with her insanely veiny dick to a limit jackie didn't even recognize was possible. she gulps, not adjusting whatsoever despite the wetness. goosebumps form on her skin and her legs tremble.

"I've only got the head in," lottie pants. "fuck, I already wanna cum inside of you. already wanna give you my babies, you useless bimbo."

"fuck," jackie curses, her legs trying to close and force lottie's cock out. every effort from her legs is fruitless and she finds lottie pushing herself deeper. jackie's terrified that her cervix might get smashed throughout this process. but lottie doesn't go any easier on her.

"you're lucky the others aren't around to watch this. you're such an ungrateful bitch. you wanted to get fucked so bad and now you've got the audacity to complain? I don't wanna fucking hear it."

lottie could be going a lot faster, jackie supposes. she's tightening around lottie's cock, but it could be worse right? isn't this what she wanted? didn't she want to give up her virginity tonight?

but this was no sex scene in those movies. there was no passion, a drought of romance. there's not even sprinkles of love. it's just feral mating, animalistic even. and jackie wasn't sure if she would last with only half of lottie in her.

[gojoest]

all i’m hearing is pregnancy!freak satoru this, pregnancy!freak satoru that. but what about pregnancy!freak reader?

the best way he could describe you these days was an insatiable cougar. yes, satoru enjoyed your eagerness at first. to be honest, it came so suddenly, but it wasn’t unwelcome, not at all. if there was ever a freak to walk the earth, it was your husband for sure.

funnily enough, it was how the two of you found out you were pregnant. was it the most romantic way to find out you were having your first child when your wife’s sex drive went from 0-100 in a matter of days? no. but it didn’t have to be cause he was having it with you.

things were more than amazing at first. he went home even more excited than before to see you, kissing your lips, and of course, your growing tummy, in greeting once he walked through the door. and every moment he spent at home was with his cock stuffed inside you.

satoru expected it all to die down after you gave birth, but as soon as one month was over (literally, you had it marked on the calendar. that must’ve been what the blue heart was for), you quite literally pounced on him. he almost choked when you whined how you wanted him to fill you up again as you rode him for an hour. but you just had the baby! maybe it was the hormones? it’d pass.

he’s never been more wrong. it didn’t stop. if anything, you got more persistent the more time went by and you didn’t fall pregnant.

it honestly drove him to the point that he found himself asking nanami if he could do his work, all so he didn’t have to come home to you jumping his bones — hopefully you’d be asleep by then.

the look nanami shoots at him is one of suspicion, cause gojo satoru doesn’t ask for more work—he avoids it. the blonde man readily declines, and satoru would plead, but his pride wouldn’t allow himself to stoop so low and he’d never tell nanami of all people that he’s avoiding his wife cause she wanted to get her brains fucked out so badly until he puts another baby in her.

he was worried for you. this wasn’t normal right? but then, he really thought about it. you were such a good mother, another wouldn’t hurt, would it? ;(

there was nothing wrong with his poor wife. you just wanted to be filled with his babies all the time, and who was he to deny you of such a simple thing? once satoru came home that night, he was the one who initiated sex, with the intention of putting a baby inside you by the time the sun rose in the sky.

the both of you spent the rest of the day and morning drenched in each other’s sweat and cum. it was clear that you were exhausted. and yet, he couldn’t stop thrusting.

you wanted another baby, and satoru could never say no to his wife.

i love how the tables have turned and now he’s trying to match her freak, not the other way around this is soooo good kjksksk finding out about the pregnancy bc you just won’t come off his cock and he finds himself secretly googling “my wife’s sex drive has increased”, when he sees one of the potential reasons being hormonal changes he quickly puts two and two together. it makes so much sense since every time you have sex he fills you up, of course you’d get pregnant

not him avoiding you bc his dick can’t catch a break 😭 a man can only get it up as much even if that man is gojo satoru 😭 as soon as he’s done with missions he needs to head back home for his night shift AHAHAH his wife is calling him for duty “if i don’t do my job right, she’s going to fire (divorce) me 😔” but then again he’s the only freak that can match your freak, and there is something so special and arousing about it to him. only he can give you what you need, no other man can handle you in this state. he has a little beast at home he needs to go and feed, make sure her belly is always full

[thethirdmaulertwin]

apoilers for invincible s3. I'm just rambling this might not make sense

I'm annoyed with Mark because he doesn't seem to realize that rehabilitating criminals is arguably the most ethical option. But he probably just thinks that bcs Nolan taught him that criminals = inherently evil and bad forever. Because Nolan groomed him from birth to be a colonizer douchebag, however unsuccessfully. So fuck that guy

I'm also annoyed with Cecil because what he's doing is absolutely not rehabilitation. He used the word "reprogramming" on purpose. You don't turn DA Sinclair from a sadistic twat into a guy capable of teamwork that quickly with ethical rehabilitation practices. Or those dystopian anarchist freaks? They would never work for a.governmnet agency. I'm betting there's something going on in those white rooms that breaks the Geneva convention ten times over. Like actual psychological torture. Or drug experimentation, or something. Crimes against humanity all around. To make sure relapse into evil isn't an option.

So that's cute.

I just feel like Mark has a really strict set of beliefs on how criminals should be punished (prison), not knowing that the prison system if hella corrupt anyways and a scrawny ass Severus Snape knockoff with that big of a mouth (you know the one) would get actually murdered. Like he'd die bloody. But Mark doesn't look beyond that because he's been taught to have absolute trust in authority + the systems put in place. he can't see beyond what's right in front of him, or doesn't know to look

on the other hand, Cecil looks too much towards the whole "greater good" thing and less to the "ethics" thing. And I'd argue that rehabilitating da Sinclair would have been a great choice. Use your resources, blah blah blah. But I don't think that's what he's doing. Which is problematic. Because how do we show Mark that criminal rehabilitation is, in fact, okay, when the only people he's seen be rehabilitated are people who hurt him directly and who have probably been given corrective brain surgery. Seriously Cecil what the fuck does "harsh psychological reprogramming" mean why did he word it like that

[baekhyunsbestie]

hiii could you do kyungsoo husband headcannns when you have the time 🥺🥺 i love the way you write sm!!

ofc babe <3333 husband!kyungsoo is the blueprint for a nonchalant ride-or-die 🙂‍↕️ he’s not loud about his love, but you feel it in every little thing he does!!! gets nsfw under the cut! 😚

wakes up before you just to stare at you for a few minutes because you look so peaceful when you sleep. he won’t admit it, but he’s obsessed with how cute you are first thing in the morning. sometimes he’ll brush your hair out of your face, sometimes he’ll poke your cheek just to see you grumble and roll over.

makes everything from scratch. bread, pasta, sauces—he enjoys the process almost as much as the final result. watching him knead dough with his sleeves rolled up and his brows furrowed in concentration? a sight to behold.

keeps a note on his phone of all your fave things—your go-to coffee order, your comfort snacks, the little things you mention wanting. if you ever wonder why he just knows exactly what to get you, it’s because he’s been keeping track this whole time.

he's not big on pda but when he thinks no one’s looking, he’ll slip his hand into yours and give it a tiny squeeze. if you try to call him out on it, he’ll just blink at you and be like, what? like he wasn’t just being soft.

pretends to be nonchalant but melts the second you do something cute. if you cup his face and squish his cheeks, he’ll grumble, stop it, but he’s totally blushing.

can and will fix anything in the house. leaky faucet? fixed. squeaky door? handled. lightbulb out? already replaced before you even noticed. he’s not showy about it, just quietly competent, like he was made to take care of things.

if you're sad, he’ll let you wear his hoodies and curl up in his lap like a little burrito. rubs soothing circles on your back and lets you vent or just sit in comfortable silence.

acts unbothered when you tease him, but if you kiss him out of nowhere, he freezes for a second before pulling you in tighter, trapping you against his chest like you’re not going anywhere.

has a signature dish that he makes for you when you're feeling down. the moment he senses you’re having a rough day, he’s already pulling out ingredients, quietly working his magic in the kitchen until you’re sitting down with a plate of pure comfort.

he gives me very much soft spot by keshi vibes 😭😭😭

he's quiet but not bc he's shy—bc he enjoys making you listen to every sound you make. the soft gasps, the sharp whimpers, the broken moans—he wants them all. if you get too quiet, he’ll fix that real quick. a firm hand around your throat, a slow, teasing roll of his hips, a low, raspy, i wanna hear you.

his lips? dangerous. when he kisses you, it’s slow and deep, his tongue brushing yours in a way that makes your stomach twist. he doesn’t just kiss—he devours. licks into your mouth like he owns you, grips the back of your neck like he’s daring you to pull away.

possessive in the most intoxicating way. when you’re underneath him, pinned and squirming, he’ll just watch you for a second, dark eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. mine. he doesn’t have to say it—you feel it in the way he touches you, in the way his fingers dig into your thighs, in the way his hips snap against yours with sharp, deliberate strokes.

control freak. he doesn’t rush—he makes you wait. holds you down with one arm, the other trailing slow, featherlight touches between your thighs, barely giving you enough friction. his lips graze your ear, voice thick with amusement. so desperate, love. are you gonna beg?

when he loses control? ruinous. teeth sinking into your shoulder, nails digging into your hips, thrusts hitting so deep it leaves you breathless. he grunts in your ear, low and wrecked, and it does things to you. he growls your name like it’s a curse, like he’s struggling to hold himself back.

eye contact. he needs to see you fall apart. hands gripping your thighs, pushing them wider as he fucks into you with slow, devastating precision. look at me, he murmurs, voice strained, don’t you dare look away. and if you do? he’ll stop. make you beg. make you work for it.

he doesn't stop until he's satisfied—until you are satisfied, wrecked, boneless beneath him, fingers weakly gripping his arms as you gasp his name like a prayer. and then? then he does it again.

aftercare is sweet, but not before he’s completely sure you feel everything the next day. he wants you to remember it—every sharp thrust, every stolen breath, every time he whispered filthy things against your skin. you’ll think about it all day. and he likes that.