#not just a sexy tattooed goth...

[urokolove]

Come here

[ghost-of-gaia]

I'm new to tumblr so hopefully I'll learn how to use it quickly 😘🖤

[vanillattiddie2]

Who wants to be my wallpaper, or choose my wallpaper? Xx

Dm me what you want it to be💕

[hurthermore]

sfw or nsfw!

THE BIMBO AND ALASTOR IS ADORABLE, this leads me into my ask...

metalhead!bimbo!reader or goth!bimbo!reader with al or another hazbin boy. poor girl is literally so dumb but looks fucking cool as shit. dyed hair, tattoos, piercings, cool outfits and makeup but thats.. like.. all shes good for, is being sexy and dumb.

🙏 raaa your works are so lovely !

- 🦇

»»------► 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 (18+)

▻ 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 (18+) 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 ▻ 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 (18+)

Pairing: 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Word Count: 𝟸.𝟹𝚔

Warnings: 𝙵/𝙼 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠

A/N: 𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝; 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚃.𝚃 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝!

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!

Ever since your deal with Alastor, you had asked him for something new everyday.

“Ya’ know, I’ve always wanted some piercings. Will you pay for it, Alastor? Pleaseeee?” 

“Let’s get some food!”

“I want this.”

“I always wanted some tattoos too, ya’ know?”

Even without the deal, you knew that Alastor would probably gift you all these things anyway; he seemed to always have a soft spot for you, and after he fucked you, forced you a deal to make you unequivocally his, and quite literally told you that you were his partner from now on, you knew you could get him to do pretty much anything you wanted. 

And because of the possibilities of things that you could now attain from Alastor, you had found yourself falling in love with multiple types of styles, and currently, you were quite fixated on the gothic style. Still, you kept your clothing as revealing as possible; it was just more comfortable for you to have little clothing on, and you weren’t about to change that for anyone. Even if Alastor had some comments on how little you wore sometimes.

“Darling, I don’t usually mind the things you wear, but your nipples are quite literally hanging out. So take it off.”

But, you weren’t complaining. Sure, Alastor wasn’t your usual type, and he could be bossy, telling you that some items of clothing were just too revealing, but the powerful ambience that he emitted was fucking sexy; and he had a big cock. And despite him being an old ass cunt compared to you, he treated you in ways that no man had ever treated you; it was refreshing. 

Even now, he was treating you like a gentleman as he made you latch onto his arm whilst you both walked around the city of hell. You had asked him to take you shopping, again. And of course, he dropped what he was doing to escort you around. Wearing a latex skin tight black dress, you made sure to press up extra hard against your boyfriend’s arm; relishing in how hard it was for him to keep himself composed. Ever since your deal with Alastor, you always waited on him to initiate any type of touch as you were aware of his dislike for others approaching him, and you dreaded him rejecting you. So you relished in every touch you could get from him when he let you latch onto his arms whenever he escorted you anywhere.

“Ah!” You yelped as you left Alastor’s side and ran toward a shop window; pressing your whole body against it as you gazed starstruck at a cute, black leathered chained choker. “Al!” You whined his name as he stood behind you. “I want this, get it me? Pretty please?” You sang as you clamped your hands together.

“Go fit it on then, darling.” You could only sing in delight as you jumped into the store, grabbing the object of your desires with Alastor following closely behind you. 

“Al, can you help me?” You asked with a pout as you couldn’t quite get the latch to close around the choker. Alastor only walked up behind you before he softly held the accessory for you, finally latching it on tight around the circumference of your neck.

As you looked in the mirror to see how you looked with it on, you were distracted as Alastor breathed down your neck. Looking up, you flinched when you felt his drool land on your shoulder. “You know darling.” He whispered into your ear as he gripped his claws against the skin of your shoulder. “You’ve been asking for so much recently, and you’ve barely given me a kiss.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to contemplate what on earth he was getting at. Sure, ever since Alastor and you had sex, you hadn’t really done anything like that since. But it was mainly because you knew he recoiled away from anyone else initiating any type of touch with him; you had been surprised when he had allowed you to drag him into that seat and sit on his lap. All in all, you were waiting on him to initiate. “I didn’t think you would appreciate me just kissing you whenever I wanted… I’ve been waiting on you to make a move.” You whispered, guilt consuming your system. “Sorry.”

He only let his tongue leave the contents of his mouth, pressing it against your choker attired neck before he responded to you. “Darling, you have my permission to touch me whenever you please unless I say so, do you understand?” You could only shiver with a nod as he growled his sentence into your neck. “Still, you’ve been quite a greedy little darling recently, it’s only fair you give me something in return, correct?” He nipped into your shoulder as you rubbed your thighs together.

Oh god, how was this man so hot?

Suddenly, you felt Alastor push you forward with a force you weren’t expecting from him. You stretched your hands out as you braced for impact against a rack of clothes until you fell face first into red silk sheets that were all too familiar to you. Picking your head up, you turned around as you took in the contents of the room.

It was the same room Alastor had fucked you in.

Wait.

That fucker pushed you.

Sitting up, you made your way to the edge of the bed, standing up as Alastor had yet to appear in the room, and you were ready to shout at him for pushing you like that. But as soon as you stood, you felt familiar clawed hands grip into your hips as they dragged you into their owner's lap, your back flushed against their chest. 

Looking back to see your boyfriend’s widened grin, all thoughts of ripping him a new one vanished as he grabbed the back of your choker, causing you to wince in pleasure. His other hand flicked to caress the thick of your thigh as he teased the outline of your lingerie. Your body became hot and flustered instantly. You couldn’t help but hum as you instinctively began to grind yourself into his lap.

“I really do like this dress on you, darling. But I’m not below ripping it into shreds; so take it off. Now.” He groaned into your ear as you kept moving against him. Despite how hot the prospect was of Alastor tearing your clothes off, this dress was limited edition and designer. There was no chance in hell you’d let him rip this one. 

Maybe you could wear something more replaceable tomorrow and see if he’ll rip that off you instead.

“There’s a zip at the back…” You moaned out softly before you felt his hand leave the hold he had on your choker as he was eager to undress you. Leaving you feeling somewhat frustrated as his other hand left your thigh, his fingers slipped the zip downwards, allowing it to naturally fall down to your hips, revealing your bare chest to him before he forced the piece of clothing completely off your body.

His hand returned to your thigh before you felt his thick and heavy cock smack against the inner of your thighs. Looking down, you groaned as his tip was big and so fucking red. You could swear it was pulsing. Clamping your femurs together, you held his phallic organ between your thighs, forcing the Radio Demon behind you to groan.

You leaned your head back onto Alastor’s shoulder before you began thrusting your hips up and down, rubbing your boyfriend’s cock between the plush of your thighs in the process. You could feel the top of his cock slide against the wetness of your clothed cunt as you continued your ministrations.

“Fuck.” You heard Alastor groan as he lifted his own hips up to fuck his cock within the confines of your plush and soft legs, covering his sex in your natural lubricate; making everything feel even more intense. You never thought a thigh fuck could feel so good for you, but the way his sex slid against your folds, hitting your clit everytime he thrusted forward, it made you tremble. But as the pleasure began to build, Alastor spoke, barely whispering against your ear.

“Be a good girl and stand up.”

Despite wanting to continue, you obeyed him. Giving him a few more thrusts before you released his sex, you stood up, and it was then you realised you were still wearing your heeled combat boots. Alastor’s hands removed the lingerie that covered your core, only to grip your hips still; forcing you to stay facing away from him. You couldn’t even ask him what he was doing before he forced you back down, ultimately pushing his cock into you. Letting out a loud cried moan, you couldn’t believe he had just stuffed himself into you like that; forcing you to take his fat cock, filling you to the brim and more. 

“Bounce, darling.” 

You couldn’t help but pant as his cock intruded your walls; he had hardly even prepped you, yet his cock slid in as if it was attuned to your cunt and yours alone. Moaning, you began to repeatedly lift yourself off his lap, only to harshly bounce back into it. The sound of your skin slapping against his clothed lap along with your whimpered cries of his name surrounded the room. Your whimpers choked back as Alastor gripped the back of your choker, pulling your back to flush against his clothed chest again.

Was he really fucking you in his suit?

Your thoughts were quick to leave your mind as he continued to help you bounce onto his lap. Although with the new position he had put you in, the bounces weren’t as high, but his cock went so much deeper. It was immense; how he filled you up perfectly, hitting every crevice that needed to be hit to make you go even more dumb than you already were. 

“You were just made for me, weren’t you, darling?” 

Why the fuck did he have to be so sexy? It was driving you mad. You could only mumble incoherently as you tried to agree with his statement, but his cock only left you in a babbling mess. His smile only tightened as he chuckled at you almost condescendingly as you failed to formulate a single word.

Recoiling in pleasure, you gasped as something cold and slimy wrapped around your clit. Looked down, you could only cry out sensually as you watched his shadow’s mouth sucking your pulsing clitoris. Fuck. Was this technically a threeway now? You didn’t know, but it made you want to cum instantly. You could only thrust your core into his shadows face as Alastor himself fucked your cunt, chasing your own high as one of your hands gripped the head of his shadow, whilst your other one flung itself upwards to grab onto one of Alastors antlers.

Moan after moan, you couldn’t stop crying out in pleasure as Alastor stimulated you in multiple ways. You could feel yourself reaching your high as you squished his shadow’s head between your thighs, thrusting harder and harder against the greedy ministrations he gave your clit. As you felt your orgasm approaching, Alastor pushed you again. Only this time, you were pushed on top of his shadow, forcing his cock to leave you and you inevitably sitting on his shadow's face. 

You sobbed as the shadow continued to lick you, but you felt so fucking empty. To make up for the loss of contact, you began grinding against his shadow before you felt Alastor’s palms rest against your shoulders. Looking up, you could see his eyes blown wide, drool cascading down his lips, and his skin flushed red. He gave you a sinister grin before he forced your entire weight and his to press down against his shadow’s face. 

Crying out, you could feel your tongue pant out of your mouth as the entire situation was too fucking hot. And when Alastor let go of you, his shadow’s hands gripped your thighs still, forcing you to keep your weight against its face. You could only groan as Alastor forced you to lean forward before he slid his heavy sex back into your cunt.

It was too much; too much and too fucking hot. Alastor bending you over his shadow that was sucking the life out of your clit as he fucked into you hard like a rabid man. You swear you were seeing stars, and you could only scream as your thighs shook before your core suddenly came all over his shadow. Hard. Riding through your orgasm with Alastor’s name screaming from your tongue, he only fucked you harder; as if your orgasm had began the starting of his own.

Suddenly, his shadow disappeared, and Alastor gripped your choker again before slamming your face into the floor and forcing your ass in the air as he fucked you at a pace you didn’t think was possible before he stilled into you one last time. You could feel his cock throbbing as his cum squirted into your cunt, causing you to moan along with Alastor’s grunts. After his orgasm ceased, Alastor pulled away from you as he watched his cum slowly leak from your core.

“Next time you want something from me, you’ll have to give me something in return.” He tightened the grip your choker had around your neck. You let out a choked gasp as his other hand began to knead your overstimulated clit again and his fingers pushed his cum back into you. “It can be a kiss, or you can let me cum in this perfect cunt of yours again. Either way, you’re not going to be getting anything for nothing anymore.”

If he was going to fuck you like this every time you wanted something, then you were only going to start asking him for more stuff.

»»------► 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

[chrollohearttags]

kinktober day one

character: choso kamo

show: jujutsu kaisen

kink: pegging

word count: 1.7K

other themes + warnings: male sub, anal play, (obv) mommy kink, oral sex, strap on, spit play, choking, dom reader, overstimulation, cumshot, slapping

📝: some of my stuff I’ll be posting is inspired by videos so I’ll try to link the sauce material if I find it and this one happened to be inspired by this. Enjoy 🌚 (nsfw link btw! click with caution)

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───── ･

dating choso kamo was an experience like none other you’ve had before..being with him had taught you so many things you’d never even thought to imagine. He brought forth shades of you that possibly may have never been revealed otherwise and although some may say, you two had no business being together…you could care less nor did you pay any mind to the chatter about him ‘below your standards’ or ‘not enough’. It was the furthest thing from and as far as you were concerned, he was perfect for you! The yin to your yang..a grade A stereotypical goth with his black clothing, painted nails and fishnets..along with tattoos lining his arm and his affinity for the guitar. A stark contrast to your more dainty and soft aesthetic; blazers and plaid skirts filled your wardrobe along with babydoll platforms and lighter colors. Mirroring that of every quintessential ‘pastel gf/goth bf’ meme when together..even so, the love you shared was equally reciprocated and abundant on every level. Despite your obvious differences in personality, appearance and even interests. But there was one thing you found common ground on..something that would shock anyone who knew you for your outward appearances.

“Open up, baby boy…gonna get it nice and wet for me, right?”

“Mmphm..yes..”

a pair that by all accounts, regardless of contrast..looked innocuous, sweet and so delicate. Little did anyone know that once you got behind closed doors, those masks were peeled away and the facades faded rather quickly. More so, when it came to being in the bedroom. Most would probably guess that your grungy, dark eyed stud took the reins between the sheets. Probably a more softer, sweeter dom with a gentle approach but still in charge nonetheless. However…they’d be sadly mistaken! Especially considering the fact that you were gently stroking the side of his face whilst he sucked off the silicone cock you had harnessed to your thick thighs. The two of you had just come home from a rather eventful Halloween party..drunk and dressed in rather salacious costumes. You in a sexy demon costume that left little to the imagination and Cho in his incubus get up with wings included. Truthfully, (y/n) had dreamt of seducing and dominating your man for a long time and this was the perfect excuse. Wondering just how well he’d fair when he was no longer in control. As it turned out, he loved it far more than anticipated. So much so, each time you guys got intimate, Choso insisted that you take the lead. Whatever you wanted, he was at your whim and mercy.

currently seated on all fours, he’d take subtle kitten licks at the tip before taking it a little further. Hand rested atop his head as you guided him along so carefully..akin to the many times he had done the same to you. Watching those pouty little lips of his coil around that plastic shaft and glide across all eight inches. “Look at you..so cute and pathetic. Sucking on this dick like a good boy. Are you enjoying yourself? You like pleasing mommy, don’t you?” Cooing with such a seductive tone and he loved it. If he knew what was good for him, he’d get it nice and slicked up..with his back slightly arched and hands planted into the mattress, he’d focus intensely on slurping up that fictitious dick; allowing you to fuck his mouth with as much subtly or force as you pleases. He was your bitch..your toy to mold and play with at your leisure. Behind these four walls, without judgemental eyes to pry, you made love the way you saw fit.

“Good job, baby..you took the whole thing that time. And you didn’t even gag..you’re learning.” Offering up an encouraging smile and swipe of a thumb across his pale cheek. Your thumb rested between his teeth before being replaced by your strap on yet again. You could see him discreetly attempting to cup at his own member. What he wouldn’t give to jerk himself as he worshiped your perfect physique before him; perfectly round, big tits, brown, supple skin and dark areolas with puffy nipples. Nipples he wished to flick his tongue around as you bounced him up and down on that dildo. It would be nothing short of a dream but alas, it was a mere privilege. And privileges were earned. Getting to touch you in any capacity right now was something he’d have to work hard for. However, you wanted to explore a little more of that sexy body. You wanted to see how he’d deal with being placed on all fours, waiting to be mounted as you gripped his waist and he tossed his ass back..you surely were about to find out!

“..turn around, baby boy. I think you’re ready for me now..” giving the command to face towards the scattered plushies strewn about your bed and the wall as you saddled up behind him. With a quick tug to his neatly tied pigtails, you’d snatch his head back just so you could watch his initial reaction when you slid in.

“Mmm…fuck—wanna be so full of you right now..” the uttering of that phrase alone causing your pussy to quiver. You were a leaking mess between your thighs and had those straps not been in the way, you’d be trying to get off as well but right now, it was his turn to be slutted out. “Don’t worry, my sweet love. I’m gonna take such good care of you..just relax.” Giving him a barrage of reassuring, sloppy kisses. So with that, you’d prompt him to place his hands on both asscheeks behind his back and spread them open. That puckering little entrance was practically twitching for you to get inside of him. Whereas many men would shy away from the idea of being impaled on a cock, Choso knew that the ultimate pleasure lay in that exact spot. He wasn’t ashamed of getting stuffed full to fulfill his desires. Panting like a stray pup, he’d wait patiently as you slicked it up with lube and even massaged some onto his entrance. The sheer sensation of the cooling liquid made him shudder but you were quick to massage his skin..hoping to quell that anxiety. Leaning forward, (y/n) clutched three fingers around his throat, slightly tilting his head backwards before teasing that tip around the rim of his little entrance.

“Ooh, Cho..you’re so handsome, baby boy..so fucking cute like this.”

and it was that exact declaration that had him ready to be used any way you desired. And seconds after uttering so—

“G’ahh! F-fuck!” A loud cry erupted from his mouth; gentle whimpers falling from those pouty, trembling lips as you impaled him on that toy and tugged him back towards you. “But you look even cuter getting fucked.” Coaxing a chuckle from you whilst bucking your hips forward..those long fingernails coiled throughout his wavy black locks as you used them to keep him controlled, along with a hand on the small of his back. You tried your hardest to mirror his own rhythm but soon, you found a pace of your own that worked for both of you..especially when you could hear your boyfriend whining and crying out for more. It was something so hot about watching this man writhe his hips and try to wiggle his ass to meet your thrusts. You’d lean up a little to spit onto his orifice, giving him a little extra wetness.

“Yeah? That feel good, baby? You’re doing sooo good taking mommy’s strap right now. I love it..” receiving that type of praise from you had Choso ready to burst right now but he exercised restraint and just clasped the pillows in front of him as he tried to maintain that arch. His own cock was throbbing and his prostate being stimulated beyond relief. He was a firm believer that every man should try this at least once!.. “..th—thank you..thank you so much…fucking me so good.” So desperate for a release as that pressure began to build. He looked so utterly pathetic, it was adorable. Remnants of his eyeliner staining his cheeks and those guttural groans becoming louder by the second. Clutching a hand around his throat, you’d tug him back even further and impale that toy deeper. “So gracious…just for that, jerk that dick for me, baby. C’mon, stroke that shit while I fuck this little ass. I know you wanna come so badly..” and that would be an understatement; crying out, Choso hooked a hand underneath his torso and began to rub the tip of his cock in his palms, letting that seeping precum lubricate his palm. Eventually, he’d speed up a little as it was all he could bear. But that wouldn’t last long when you’d begin to dote on him.

“It’s okay, baby boy..you can come. It’s okay to nut from getting fucked like this. As long as you feel good, that’s all that matters..nothing to be ashamed of..”

it was at that moment, he’d begun to lose control and began shaking, so close to reaching his orgasm. Legs trembling, arch breaking and his balls swollen to the brim. Once you gave him the signal and permission to let go, he didn’t hesitate and before you knew it:

“G-g..GAHHHH! Fuck!” It was as if something had shattered inside of him at that very second and his warm, juicy load began to spill all over your bed sheets. Opaque cream meshing with the pink linen..a dumbed out expression on his face and tears rolling down his cheek. You’d make haste in comforting him as you leaned forward and placed a kiss to his temple before letting your lips meet in a haze of sloppy, passionate kisses. He was so elated and in indescribable ecstasy right now. Nothing felt better than this!

“I love you…I love you so fucking much..”

“I love you more, Cho..you did so good, I’m so proud of you..”

and you’d help bring him to this climatic high anytime he wanted.

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[gay-wh0re-slut]

Rhea request!! Rhea has a pretty little girlfriend whose not involved with wwe but is at every fight looking sweet as can be while cheering on her hot goth gf. Maybe there’s gossip around the other fighters that reader is too good for Rhea making her feel insecure but reader is just balls to the wall obsessed with her and intends to prove *winky face*. Bonus points for a strap during the smutty scene.

oh this is so cute and hot at the same timeeee. thank you for the request!!!!

CW: soft dom rhea, fingering, cunnilingus, use of a strap, praise, sub fem reader, slight degradation?, slightly public sex?, hot sexy hot sexy

Only One for Me

“RRRRIPTIDE!!” scream the commentators.

“Hell yeah, baby!” you scream into the crowd.

“1!…2!…3!” *DING DING DING* rings the final bell of the match.

Rhea held the pin a bit longer than she usually would’ve looking for you in the crowd, but it only took her a second because you were always front and center at every one of her shows. She gives you a wink and a cheeky smile before she throws the woman beneath her to the side. She snatched her belt from the ref as she stood, panting, sweaty, hot. Her arms raised in victory as the crowd was going crazy. She found you once more and blew you a kiss before exiting the ring.

You catch the kiss and throw one back. You knew she would retain but there’s always the slight chance of her not so you’re always on the edge of your seat. Or that may be because you know what’s happening later that had you on the edge, but either way you were happy for her.

You never knew much about wrestling but you always kept up to date with things and tried to read up on the rules as often as possible. Rhea appreciated that you took the time to try to learn but she didn’t want you wrapped up in it. “it’s good to know someone outside of all this,” she would always say. So you don’t try too hard, but you still want to be there for her.

The show finally finished and you headed backstage. You know the crew enough to where they’ll let you know where the tattooed woman was so you could meet up with her after every show. Today seemed different though, they were giving you weird looks and barely speaking. What’s going on? you thought.

You finally made it to her dressing room. You knocked before opening the door without a response.

“Hey baby!” you say excitedly, but she didn’t turn around. You close the door behind you and walk towards her.

She was still in her gear, when she usually takes it off right after the show. Her hands held her forehead sitting at the vanity desk, obviously something was off.

You gently placed a hand on her back, “Hey… everything alright?” you ask hesitantly. She flinched when you touched her. “Baby?”

She slammed her fists down which made you jump. I see why they were giving me weird looks now. She was angry. She won the match so you’re not exactly sure why she was so mad.

You squat down next to her, “Honey what happened?” you question again.

“They think you’re too good for me,” the australian growls.

“What?”

“The girls,” she finally looks at you, she had been crying, “they think you’re better off without me. They say my anger should’ve driven you away like the rest, but it didn’t so they think you’re too good for me.”

“Are you kidding? I would never in a million years leave you. Frankly, I think they’re jealous,” you smirk trying to lighten the mood. “Who said this?”

“One of the PA’s. She’s newer so she’s trying to suck up to me by telling me what the others have said,” she trailed off.

“Well good on her because that’s ridiculous. You’re my number one, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, I would never leave you.”

A smile grew on her face as she turned her whole body to face you. You wiped the single tear before it formed yet another black streak on her face. “Honestly,” you start, “this is kind of a look.” You point towards the mirror. “Looks sick as hell. Do this next time and they’ll for sure leave you alone.”

She chuckled as she thought about it. “Yeah maybe,” a few seconds pass, “are you sure?”

“Sure about what? That I’m crazy in love with you and wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world because you’re the absolute best thing that’s ever happened to me literally ever? Or that the makeup is cool? Because both,” you stand and lift her chin towards you and give her a small kiss on the lips.

You move sit on the vanity table and swing your fishnet legs back and forth. You sigh dramatically, “if only there was someway we could prove that I’m perfect for you.”

Ice blue eyes blink in surprise before she speaks, “and how could we do that?”

“Ooh, I don’t know,” a devilish grin grows on your face, “you could fuck me right here in hopes they hear me screaming your name… i don’t know, that’s crazy though.”

It takes her a few seconds to process what you just said, then responds with, “Someone could just walk right in and see me bending you in half begging me for mercy.” Her confidence grew in seconds as she stood and wedged herself between your legs, her hands beside your hips on the table, leaning in with just centimeters between your face and hers, “Now that would be crazy.”

Your breath hitches at the closeness of her. “Y-yeah.” What have I gotten myself into? But you don’t mind one bit.

A familiar tattooed hand finds its way to your thigh, gliding its way up and under your black skirt. You immediately feel yourself getting wetter by the minute. If you could melt into a puddle, you would’ve been long gone by now. She feels her way up to the lace hiding beneath.

“You’ve been planning this all along haven’t you?” she calls you out.

“Maybe,” you giggle.

“Are they…over your tights?” she feels around.

You giggle again, “maybeee.”

“God, you’re such a slut,” as she forces them off and of course you comply.

You kick them off over your wrestling boot look-a-likes, while her hand travels towards your wet folds. You barely tilt your head back with your eyes closed, biting your lips as you moan quietly at the new sensation.

“Look at you,” she continues her slow movements barely teasing your entrance, “already so wet for me and we barely even started. If only the other girls knew how much of a whore you were for me they would shut the hell up, isn’t that right, princess?”

Your head has fully fallen back now leaning on the vanity wall, “mhmm,” you force out.

Her finger grazes your folds gathering as much wetness as possible, lifts it to her mouth and cleans it right off keeping eye contact with you the entire time. “If only they knew how good you taste, they would be begging for a turn.”

“They’ll never be as good as you,” you boost her confidence.

“You’re right,” her hand goes back to where it was but now it’s drawing small circles around your clit, “they don’t even deserve a slut half as good as you.”

Your hips jerk, “nuh uh,” you agree trying to stay in the moment as much as possible but it’s always so hard to talk when your hot buff goth girlfriend is close to being knuckle deep inside of you.

“They’ll never know what it’s like to pin you down on the bed,” her pace quickens, “kiss your neck,” she kisses your neck, “hear you moan,” her pace quickens even more, “feel you,” her other hand moves to your hair and holds your head, “or make you cum so hard your eyes roll back into your head and you lose consciousness,” and with that two fingers push their way inside of you between the holes of your wide fishnet tights, as the other braces your head from hitting the wall too hard.

You moan loudly, “fUck!” You catch your breath as much as possible, “never,” you finally respond.

She slowly pumps in and out of you, “not too loud, baby, just enough to where they can hear you at the door.”

You nod your head, whining at every movement.

“Good girl,” she begins kisses your neck again pulling at your hair to allow her more access.

After a few long minutes of moans, whines, kisses and the sound of her fingers creating a pool under you, she pulls you out of her trance, “take over for me.”

Your eyes force open, “huh?”

“Take. Over.” she pulls her fingers out of you, “I need to get something so fuck yourself until I’m ready,” once again she sucks her fingers clean, “mmm……do it. Now,” she begins to walk away, but turns back, “and close your eyes until I say so.”

You hesitate at first but do as your told knowing there would be consequences if you don’t. So you close your eyes and begin. You could never do it as well as she could but it got the job done until she came back. You heard the sound of her locker opening and closing, a zipper, some shuffling and a thud on the floor followed by her footsteps coming closer to you.

“Look how good you’re doing. I bet you’re thinking of me as you fuck yourself, huh babygirl?”

You could sense that she was back in front of you and you couldn’t help but put on a show. So you hiked one leg up on the table and leaned back on your free hand giving her the full view of your hand moving in and out of your wet center. “Mhmm,” you whine out. By now your orgasm was creeping up on you and you couldn’t wait much longer. “Please hurry,” you beg.

“Open your eyes, but don’t stop,” she commands.

When you do, you find her with her shorts off, one leg on the chair she was sitting in earlier and her hand massaging her own clit. You gasp in awe pausing your own motions for a split second before you continue. She was almost dripping she was so wet.

“You made me so wet baby, looks like I’m the slut today,” she chuckled. She grabbed the back of your head pulling you forward for a sloppy kiss. You’re both moaning and whining helplessly as you both continue pleasuring yourselves.

“Now c’mere,” she pants, “on your knees,” she points to the floor as she continues her hand movements on herself.

You quickly do as you’re told knowing exactly what she wants but never doing it out of turn. Everything is on her time by her rules, which you learned the second time. The first time you wanted to push her buttons and that you did, but you don’t regret it one bit because that’s when you fell in love with the muscular woman.

She grabbed your head and forced your face into her hot center and you knew just what to do without her asking. So you wrap your arm around her standing leg for balance as your other hand finds its way to her other thigh pushing it open as much as possible. You slide your tongue up her folds, causing a groan from above. You lap at her slit a few more times before focusing on her now swollen bud. Circling, flicking up and down then side to side, finding what she wants this time. Continuing the up and down, the hand on her thigh moves two fingers inside of her pumping in and out with a curling motion inside.

“Holy FUCK!” she screams out falling forward and bracing herself on the vanity table. “Shit, baby, don’t stop!”

Never in a million years would you think to stop.

Her breath quickens, her walls clench around your fingers, her hand squeezes your hair tighter, and loud whines coming from above you, “oh fUck…YES!” and she comes all over your hand. You’re basically dripping at the sight of her already but this almost made you cum right then. Moans spilling out of the black lipstick as she rides out the high on your face.

She pulls your head out from under her and drags you to standing somehow with the same strength as normal. Bringing you in for another sloppy kiss, tasting herself on you, she moans once more.

“Sit back down,” she breathes as she walks behind the chair facing away from you.

So you do and watch her pull on a different pair of shorts. You tilt your head in question until she turns back around swinging a purple dildo attached to the shorts. Your eyes widen but your smile is huge. It hasn’t been long since she has used the strap but it’s been long enough that you’re way too excited to use it.

“You just… had that in your bag?” you question.

“Maybe I was also planning something,” she runs her hand through her sweaty hair, “now open.”

Before you got the chance to do it yourself she does if for you. Pushing your legs as far as they would go, then pulling you towards her with a squeal until you’re just barely hanging off the counter.

“Let’s see how much of a slut you still are,” she sucks her finger once more before circling your clit again a few times before plunging her fingers back into you with groan escaping you.

After a few pumps, she pulls out then places the strap at your entrance, “you want Mami’s dick, princess?”

“God yes, please fuck me,” you beg.

And with that she shoves the full length into you with ease, grabbing and pulling at your hips to guide it in. A loud whine falls out of you as you grab the edge of the counter with white knuckles. She goes slow the first few times easing in and out for you to get used to it until she begins to fuck you absolutely senseless. The vanity begins to shake with her movement with everything clinking on the verge of falling off but she doesn’t care. Repetitive moans come from you involuntarily with every hit. Your orgasm growing exponentially as the strap hits your sweet spot. The sound of your wet pussy hitting her hips almost drives you over the edge.

“Shit mami!… fuck, right there!” you yell in between breaths.

“Yes baby, come for me. Show the others how much you love me,” she continues slamming into you.

“H-Holy FFF-U-U-UCK!” your back arches to where you’re almost folded in half with your hands holding your legs which were basically on her shoulders by now. The pressure inside you finally releases, spilling out of you like water and all over the purple dick.

“Yesss, that’s it baby, let them hear you!”

Finally slowing down her pace to a stop, she pulls out of you. Your back slammed onto the wall letting yourself go limp. You try to sit up but it’s never been harder. “Holy fuck,” you repeat.

Sliding out of the shorts and into clean underwear and sweatpants, she pulls a big tshirt over her gear top, “Look at you, the best slut around,” she smiles at you picking up her duffle bag. She throws your lacy underwear back to you. “C’mon now, don’t want to leave evidence.”

You can barely pick up what she’s saying because your mind is still whirring from minutes ago but you take the context clues and lazily put the lace back on. You try your best to stand but your legs give out almost immediately and you have to brace yourself on the chair.

“Hey, hey, woah,” the muscular woman catches you, “c’mere,” she says as she gracefully throws you around her piggy back style. “Let’s get home…maybe there’s round two waiting,” she says as she opens the dressing room door.

[roadkillremi]

Gothic/Punk/Grunge Reader Dating Scream Headcannons

Warnings : language, mentions Ghostface, mentions of bullying, underaged drinking mentioned

MasterList

Billy Loomis

He likes your sense of music and how you like the weird and darkness. Music in the car with him is super fun to listen to. He's more of a rock guy but would listen to goth/metal/grunge. Punk is iffy with him.

You two always watch scary movies together. You remind him of the girls from The Craft (👀 if you know you know).

He doesn't like that it may take you longer to get ready. He huffs and watches you do your hair/makeup. "Do you need that much hairspray?-" he'd ask, cringing at the smell of it. You'd give him a look before using more.

He enjoys that people see you as a threat. He finds it amusing and likes watching others react to you. Especially freshmen in high school, they seem terrified. Sometimes when Billy's behind you as you walk by them he goes "Boo." In a stern voice.

Your fashion. He adores it in an odd way. He watches you layer on a million accessories, sleeves, fishnets, etc. And goes, "you're gonna melt out there-". When he's right he helps de-layer you if you want. He likes dresses and skirts, he's a typical guy and likes it more if it's shorter. If he finds any weird jewelry he might get for you. Or he'll pull you over if you're with him. "look. It has bats." He acts like he doesn't care but he does.

When you first met Billy you thought he was some normal guy. He was popular and slept with a lot of girls. You ignored him a lot which made him more determined. Once you got to talk to him you realized he was cool. He said you reminded him of Elvira and that got your attention. You both ran into each other at Bradley's video. You also both fought over movies ; "It's cheesy-", "No. It's not. It's romantic!", "he's a vampire-".

Hair dying/stick and poke tattoos. He'll help you with the hair dye. But puts towels down everywhere and wears gloves. He doesn't want it in his hair or on him. He makes psycho movie jokes as he watches the hair dye go down the drain. Stick and poke tattoos at first he'd watch you. He'd stare so intensely. Then he'd offer to do it, he'd watch your face react to the needle.

Billy's the kind of guy that remembers small details. He knows your favorite movie, snack, album, outfit, blanket. He doesn't open up like ever. Once you do he may drop little snippets of his life.

Him being Ghostface. You were surprised, he seemed like a nice guy that liked weird things. Before you knew he was Ghostface, Ghostface would call you... A lot. "So what's your favorite scary movie?", "I'm not telling you that. You're a stranger.", "Come on.", "The Craft.", "That's not a scary movie.", "I know.". He knew you were intelligent but didn't know how you'd handle Ghostface. "Why? Wanna ask me out on a date?", "Maybe," "Well too bad I have a boyfriend and he's kinda scary so back off , bitch.". Billy smiled to himself when you said that, he was proud and felt loved. During Act 3 when he unmasked himself you simply stared. Billy just smiled, "You find this attractive don't you?"

Stu Macher

Stu is very supportive of your weirdness. He buys you clothes and jewelry and weird trinkets.

He himself isn't a very alt person. Your music tastes clash and it's kinda funny. One second it's Beasty Boys the next it's The Cure. He may like some rock and some punk.

You in fishnets are his weakness. Big thighs, small thighs, thighs with scars, thighs with hair, he doesn't care. Fishnets are sexy to him. He sees them, he goes feral. Especially if you're wearing shorts or a skirt with them. Even tights and thigh high stockings get him excited.

Dying hair is too much fun with him. You two get it everywhere and Stu ends up having some in his hair. You'd bleach it for him if he wants. He'd also pick out wacky hair colors for you. If you want he'd gel your hair into weird shapes. He laughs and giggles telling you not to look. Let's just say his dad runs out of hair gel.

He jokingly paints his nails black with you. If Billy makes a remark he'd go, "It's the new style. Get with it man!". He's also the man that'd blow on your nails to dry them.

He'd watch scary movies with you. But he talks a lot. He makes remarks during the whole thing. Sometimes you have to shut him up by handing him a beer.

He lets you decorate his house for Halloween. He's definitely more of a Christmas person but he makes a big deal out of Halloween for you. When he throws his Halloween party he gives you all the credit.

If people at school or wherever make remarks he laughs. Not because he agrees but because it's funny they'd think that. If someone calls you a devil worshiper he'd stick his tongue out and say, "Yeah and I'm the devil.". When he's drunk he asks you if you're a Satanist.

He has a morbid and dark humor. Some of you may enjoy that about him.

When Stu started liking you, you were a bit taken back. Like Billy, Stu is a popular guy. But he finds you attractive and genuine unlike Casey, his ex. He'd ask you stupid questions at first ; "Who's funeral?", "Are you depressed or something?". When he realized that only pushed you away he stopped.

If your parents don't like the fact you're goth/alt. Stu would quite literally tell them to shut up. He kinda hates it when other people tell you how to dress. It reminds him of his stuck up family telling him how to dress.

He thinks it's fun to see you do your makeup. He makes shape-shifting jokes, "Oh here they go. Turning into their true form.". Sometimes he'd make jokes about you doing his makeup. Then one day you do, he just mumbles "Please don't tell Billy.". He then poses in the mirror going "I'm so sexy.".

Stu is a Saturday morning cartoon kinda guy. But when you two are together Saturday mornings it's different stuff. The Munsters, Addams Family (Series), Beetlejuice (Series). Beetlejuice is his favorite though.

Him as Ghostface. He'd prank call you. Unlike Billy above who tested you. He'd go, "Nice PJs." While watching you in your house. He'd see it more as a game of hide and seek. He wouldn't actually hurt you, just scare you. During Act 3 when he unmasks himself, it's a bit shocking. I mean Stu is a caring goofy guy. He smiles widely at you and looks a bit crazed.

Tatum Riley

Her music genre is totally different. She won't bash your music taste but she doesn't like it. You two are total opposites and everyone thinks it's adorable.

She's definitely the person to go, "I dress you up and you dress me up!". You both have fun styling each other.

Movie nights would be difficult to agree on. You both like different types of movies but Tatum would definitely love Elvira. She'd be down for a drama thriller. She makes popcorn and gets blankets and is all cozy.

She's the type of girl to give you a bracelet of hers to wear. It's the only pop of bright color. It's her way of claiming you.

She'd definitely paint your nails black for you. Dying hair, totally! She wouldn't be as messy as Stu though. You both do your makeup at the exact same time. Sometimes the mirror gets crowded, but she claims she enjoys doing it with you.

She'd get you weird yet cute gifts. Like those stuffed animals but is a skeleton.

She loves to show off your sense of style. She isn't embarrassed by you at all. If anything she's your guard dog. If anyone made a remark ; "What'd you say? That's what I thought keep it to yourself. Maybe it'll make your dick grow bigger.".

Mall trips are a must with her, she even goes into a hot topic for you. And you go into stores she wants to. She tries to help find your style of clothes. You two also style each other's jewelry.

It wasn't exactly obvious she liked you but there were hints. She used Stu as her man on the inside. She makes him ask you about your crush and stuff like that. He soon gets fed up and reveals her secret. She yells that she was gonna tell you but wasn't sure. (Especially if you're a Fem reader. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't date girls.).

You go costume shopping for Halloween together. She's more in the sexy side of the spectrum of costumes.

Sydney Prescott

Sydney found you interesting. You expressed yourself and she enjoyed that. Like Tatum, both of your styles clash. Her room is pink, white, and soft, while yours isn't.

She doesn't really care what people say about you. she rolls her eyes at people and sends Tatum after them She wants to know you for herself. When Sydney's mom died you stood up for her. When all those girls or whatever thought it was her. You two bonded over feeling like a misfit.

Sydney's not a scary movie girl. She would watch the Addams family, Munsters, Elvira, Vampira, stuff like that.

After Ghostface, assuming you'd survive. You two stuck together. She was more protective and aware.

Scream 2 - (If Fem) You two would dorm together. Not for naughty reasons. For safety. She's also the type of girl to get you pepper spray. (If Masc) she'd check on you and call you. She wants to make sure you got back safe.

Scream 3 - she knew you were into scary and weird movies. So it was a bit exciting to be in Hollywood for you. But not under the circumstances.

Randy Meeks

You definitely were on his suspect list. He couldn't explain why you just were.

He was a bit scared of you at first. You never did anything to frighten him. But Randy looks like he's scared of anyone he's attracted to.

You weren't very surprised when he told you he liked you. It was obvious.

He definitely took note of your video rentals at work. Then he'd ask for your opinion, it was the only reason why he had the courage to talk to you.

He likes your sense of style. I mean he's a fashionista himself with his matching green shirt and shoes. He finds it cool and reminds him of his horror movies. Like Stu, he would go feral for any skin showing. Fishnets too. I feel like leather and chains also. It may or may not be kinky but he likes them on you.

When you ask him for help to dye your hair. He asks Tatum for help. She tells him to read the instructions ; "I did. They're stupid. So I just soak their hair with it and wait. Okay got it." Then a couple minutes later ; "Will it stain my skin..? I may have got some on my face.".

Randy doesn't mind being with you in public. If anyone said anything to you he'd mock them. Or do a stupid voice or impression of a character. There's no telling with him.

He watches you do your makeup sometimes. When he does he seems impressed. Like Stu, he thinks you're a shape shifter.

You two love your weird scary movies. You watch them all the time. Randy is just happy to be with someone who enjoys it. He's a cuddler too! He'd cuddle you while you watch your movies.

At Halloween you two thrive. It's you guy's favorite time of the year. Couple costumes are a must. He also still goes trick or treating.

When Ghostface starts killing you two stick together. While he's at work you're chilling with him. If anything strange happens he tells you to call him. At Stus party he warns you ahead of time.

Scream 2 : (if Masc) oh you two definitely formed together. And he took advantage of it. Though your room decor doesn't match his. It was perfect. (If Fem)he practically lived in your dorm. Sydney would have to tell him to leave sometimes.

He's the boyfriend to give you a taser. Not a small one. A police grade taser.

He still shows you off. Now that he's more confident hes more of a guard dog like. He also says he wants to make a movie with a main character like you.

[astroyongie]

can you do boynextdoor ideal types ??

Boynextdoor Ideal Types

Jaehyun

in his case, Jaehyun's ideal type is a boss girl

like someone who has their shit together

that gives off a strong vibe

who are naturally pretty

short sided with shirt hair

who he likes when they tie their hair

someone who is smart

who has made good studies and who is successful in their professional life

because his ideal type needs to be independent and not depend on him financially

Jaehyun's ideal is someone who takes skincare seriously

who takes their health serious as a whole

who have a fair skin

who take care of their appearance

but without making it too obvious

Sungho

Sungho's ideal type is a little like Jaehyun's

in the sense of stability

like its someone who also has their shit together

someone who he can trust and have faith in

he needs his partner to be dependent

and actually be responsible for things

so his ideal type is someone who is mature for their age

who likes to be organized

the typical "home wife" might also be something that he seeks on his perfect ideal

yet someone who is also smart

and has a type of professional status

Sungho's ideal type physically is someone who is simple

who is not extravagant

who knows how to cook

he probably is more into skinny time of people

Riwoo

Someone sexy

sensual

with that cat eye type

who stares deep into his soul and makes him feel buttlerflies

he wants someone more edgy, more vibe grunge for exemple

probably is into goth/rock people but that's another story

his ideal type is someoen passionate

with a deep emotional connection with him

since its important for him to have that connection that goes beyond love, it needs to be a soul thing

Riwoo's ideal type is someoen that will be jealous and possessive of him

someone who isnt scared to fight for him and conquer him everyday

There's the need of reciprocity in the feeling

physically he doesnt care much beside what I said earlier

and also maybe some sharp features in their face

ohh and if they have tattoos or piercings that can be a plus!

also a big booty

Taesan

Taesan's ideal is a family girlie

someone who has the same ideals than him when it comes to building a family

someone who Is honest with their emotions

Taesan is the type to dream of a family, have a home, have a dog

so his partner needs to have these type of dreams as well

someone who also gets well in the pattern of "perfect wife"

Taesan's ideal is someone with a big chest

a round face and eyes

nice thin hair

with a gentle side

someoen who is sensitive

so that way he can provide and take care of them

his ideal is someone who is very feminine

who dressed cutely

and who isnt the sexy type since for him that might be too vulgar of this ideal type

Leehan

His ideal type is exactly like Sungho's

so someone who is physically short

with short hair

who has a round face

with big eyes

who have that maturity feeling around them

his ideal type is equally the perfect "wifey" material

so someoen who knows how to cook and take care of home

who is probably family oriented

yet they have to be smart

and still have their job of their own

Leehan's ideal has to be responsible and organized

with a straight and simple personality

someone who people dont notice much at first

someoen more int+ the quiet and introverted side

Woonhak

his ideal type is someoen different from the rest

someone that is actually very adventurous

who probably likes traveling

and has a perception of the world that Is more opened

so probably someone who isnt too conservative

someone who is funny as hell

but Woonhak would also like if they were a little reckless

a little feisty

without overbearing

just for the spice and the personality in a sense

physically they dont care much as long as his partner can have some nice thick thighs

like on the athletic side maybe

his ideal type is someone who gives the energy of "I would fight a bear" and yet is 5'3

[thebottomfromhell]

hello!! I enjoy your stuff!! I was wondering if request are open could you headcanons of the upper moons having a goth s/o ?

like imagine their partner having platforms, chokers, black lipstick, the dark clothing and tattoos uwu

I would really love to see how they would react to them 🫰

Requests open, don't worry. It's a lovely ask, I hope you like it. I am writting considering the context, most are demons in the XX century that have lived at least 100 years, all of them from JAPAN. If it wasn't because most of this guys are freaks, none of them would approve.

How does the Uppermoons feel about your asthetic? Goth GN Reader.

Warnings: Kokushibou being a grampa 😂, Referenced sexual content, Sekido being emotional again, and Akaza has his implied angst (why almost everything in him has at least some hidden angst?).

Gyutaro:

Gyutaro loves your asthetic, it's almost the opposite of the traditional japanese beauty standards and he's all for it. He thinks it suits you a lot and he is not bothered when you want to show off a inked skin or too much skin. (He specially loves tattoos, thinks it's genial that marks on the body can be artistic, he is always nervious to touch them but you can see he wants to).

If you want to share a t-shirt, lend him some jewelry, put a choker in his neck, paint his nails or make him a fake tattoo (his regeneration would ruin a real one), then he is reasy for you to dress him up. (Even the lipstick, he is all for messy kisses and the more the merrier) With you as a partner he would start to incorporate some of this things to his everyday style (and Daki would loath you for it.)

Gyokko:

Gyokko is conflicted, he likes the gothic style, adores it even. The themes, the dark colors, the uniqueness, it's a great asthetic. But it's not his asthetic. He likes colors, soft patterns, brightness. And of course Gyokko can't have it if it's not about himself, not that he minds. "Some things must be loved from afar. It's like art, you are not supposed to interact or be part of it if you are not the artist. You are just supposed to appreciate it."

He fully supports the way you look, the way you dress, and he might try to wear dark make up every once in a while with you doing it as a bonding experience, if you have something really nice then jewelry is a must, specially the choker (he feels sexy with it)... but besides that, he would barely touch it. Also, you better keep your mouth away with that lipstick.

Hantengu:

It suits you, he doesn't have any strong opinion about it besides that. If that is what you want to wear, please do. But he got to admit there are things he is rather intimidated by in your style, the dark colors everywhere and memento mori themes are one of those.

He would not let you near with any of your things, not even the nail painting. Still, he would be plainty supportive of you expressing yourself. He is ok with the lipstick, though, it causes no harm.

Sekido:

Sekido is ok with it, it's the way you express yourself and dress is none of his business. He doesn't really like it but still thinks it's much better than dressing like Karaku or Urogi. He doesn't mind anything you do tl yourself as long as you like it.

And if you ever think of lending him something... don't, at best he will not use it, at worst he will give it to Urogi or Karaku and you will never see that piece of clothing/jewelry again. And try to put any make up on him he will literally have you shocked untill you pass out. Also, please clean the lipstick off if you want a kiss, he doesn't like them that messy.

Karaku:

Karaku thinks it's beautiful and sexy, he loves it a lot and is unafraid to say it. The second he saw you he said "Damn, you're looking good, hot-stuff. Suits you so much I'm almost envy it." He falls in love with you again evertime you expose a tattoo (he will trail the drawing with his index as he whispers how much he loves it in yoour skin by your ear) or wear tight and black clothes.

Don't mind him matching your style every once in a while, when he gets the mood to fix himself. But now that you gave him the idea he is forever using a choker, best thing ever. Also, he loves the black lipstick, he is enamored with kissing you with both having some and creating a mess, also he likes it since is extremely visible in his unlike bitemarks (they heal), so he is all for you kissing anywhere you like with it.

Urogi:

Urogi adores it, he thinks it's unique. Really, he gets all over you and asks you things like "What is that?" "How did you get it?" "Is it uncomfortable?" He also comments how it looks good in you. This includes the tattos, he loves then, even licks them at times lnly to see if it rubs off and is always amazed when it doesn't, even if he ever licked that same spot a million times.

After a while you realize he started to steal your stuff, specially the jewelry. He doesn't even wears them, he just likes them a lot so he keeps them. You can't get him to wear anything at all, he will run away at the sight of you wanting to dress him up (like a dog realizing it's bath-day, maybe he does think you will force him into a shower cuz he stinks a bit and you would not want to wear a shirt that he just used).

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu likes it, he thinks you look nice in it, you look like yourself. Dark clothes fit anyone, he thinks, and damn him if he isn't attracted to the themes, specially the memento mori. The thing he loves the most are the tattoos, the fact that they are part of you. He asks about their meaning, of why did you choose certain design, of the experience, he uses them as a way to know you.

Now, he wouldn't actually wear that. While he also likes dark clothes, he uses only things that are comfortable for his skin and to do the katas with his spear. But... a little bullying and he will be willing to match with you for a while. Oh, and he looks adorable after a messy kiss with the lipstick. He loves it and hates it at the same time, since it's awful but he likes that you can leave a mark that won't heal so he doesm't want to clean it off.

Nakime:

Nakime is in love with your style, she doesn't understand it as much as she feels she should, since he also wears black. She likes the themes, adores the tattoos (even if she would die before letting a needle basically embroider ink into her skin), dies for the make up and jewelry, also the fact she literally fell in love with you when she saw you like that... she still hasn't managed to integrate herself fully into it. She adores it, yearns it, but it's not hers.

Still, Nakime does like when you lend her something, and she would use them from time to time as long as you guide her through the style. And she likes a lot to kiss if you are both wearing lipstick, even if she doesn't like to deal with the mess it leaves in the skin.

Akaza:

Akaza doesn't share the taste, but he is very supportive. He likes to see you dress up the way it makes you comfortable and happy, and he is not above gifting you a gothic piece of jewelry or cloth if that will make you happy. His biggest issue are the tattoos, for some reason they make him feel on edge (you are used to him being paranoid of you being hurt, but fearing it out of a tattoo?)

He would not wear none of those, never. Akaza loves you, but he is not comfortable with the idea of so much black in him. It's actually funny because he wears white and pink, so you give the Jade (you) and Kat (him) vibe from Victorious at first glance. Also, he is not going to stop you from kissing hin if you wear lipstick, but he is cleaning his mouth the second your lips leave his.

Douma:

Douma literally doesn't care. You could both dress in the most expensive suit or a trash bag and the same reaction. "You look lovely in that!" But he says it mostly because it's the correct thing to say, since he doesn't have feelings on the matter. The only think he is curious about are the tattoos, but once he made some questions like "Did it hurt?" "Why this drawing?" "What if one day you don't like it anymore?" He starts losing interest.

He also doesn't care lf you put anything on him, you could give him a tattoo if you ever wanted. He doesn't care if the kisses might get messy with the lipstick or even if you want to put make up in him, at best he will think having his face "painted" is funny and at worst he will clean it off. Douma just doesn't care.

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou hates it, if he wasn't a demon he would have died from a heart attack everytime he saw you using a choker with black lipstick, visible tattoos, clothes too tight in your skin and/or too revealing (he thinks too revealing is showing your shoulders, thighs, any tiny bit of chest, waist, back and so) and way too many accesories for his liking. And don't get him starting with the memento mori themes (he's terrified by it).

This is a japanese traditional man, and what your style is almost the exact opposite of it. Still, he barely comments on it, he's a very quiet man, and he's so horrified he doesn't know how to approach because... you really like to be like that??? [Go to sleep gramps 😂] If you ever put anything gothic on him, no matter what, even if it's just the figure of your lips with the black lipstick, forget the canon timeline, he will die then and there. [Poor grampa, your youth is too much for him 🤣]

[intuitively-her]

(Knight of wands, 10 of pentacles, Knight of cups, The Fool rx, 7 of swords rx, 4 of wands, The Hierophant, Queen of wands, The Magician)

Your energy is very abundant! This is definitely my sex worker pile. You're a "fan favorite" in your line of work. You have a lot of support from people in this community, whether you know this or not. They feel like you paved the way for others. Being in your energy feels illuminating to others. People are unafraid to be their true selves around you. You're sexually liberated and unapologetic as hell about it! The way you dress is being highlighted. Classy and elegant. You show a nice amount of skin, but not too much. You leave the rest to their imagination. I heard "classy in the streets, freak in the sheets." Someone here could have a goth style. Or you wear a lot of black. Tattoos? People love your legs! Your skin is very soft and glowy. Many people wonder if you've had surgery. They wanna know your secrets because your beauty is unreal! Those of the same sex often catch themselves checking you out. You could have a more dominating attitude. You know how to manipulate and demand the things that you want. Most people know the relationship is just business with you. They love that sh*t tho. You pretty much have both sexes groveling at your feet to be with you. People become obsessed with you very easily. They love the passion that you show towards them. Even if it's just for a moment. People love the way the way that you taste. I heard "sweet and savory". The people you've been intimate with think you put some kind of spell on them. I heard "that p*ssy got power".🤣 For someone here, your romantic partners think you're unreliable or flaky at times. You only stay for a season. It makes them kinda sad honestly. It kinda comes off like you're avoidant towards love. But really you just know how to play your cards right and won't settle for less than what you deserve. You know what deserves your attention and what doesn't.

🎶channeled songs: walk em like a dog by saucy santana

sad girlz luv money by amaarae

toxic by britney spears

glamourous by fergie

(The Sun, Ace of swords, Knight of swords rx, The Tower rx, The Lovers rx, 2 of cups rx, Ace of wands rx, Judgement rx, The Hieropant rx, The High Priestess, The Star)

You live your life unapologetically by always doing what makes you happy. People love how you don't allow your outside influences to change who you are. You look within to gain happiness. Someone here could be apart of the LGBTQ+ community. You really don't give a f*ck about people's judgement of you and your character. Hella unbothered because you know what's best for you always. Your sense of fashion is very admired as well. You might like to show a lot of skin. I'm picking up on a y2k/hello kitty/gyaru kind of style? You might like to wear skirts/dresses with stockings. Someone here dresses in the cottage core style. Your outfits make you look like a doll. People really love your chest area, even if you don't think so. Your body is very proportionate. You might keep your nails done or your brows/lashes. People love this high maintenance aspect about you. For my males here, your facial hair is so sexy, especially if you keep it trimmed. The way you keep your hair nicely cut is very attractive. Your 🍆 size is very admired as well. Anyone you've been intimate with is instantly hooked. Someone here likes to dress in button up shirts or suits. Very casual with a sprinkle of classiness. You're the apple of many people's eye and you don't even realize it. People actually have a lot of nice things to say about you. I'm getting that maybe you don't expect this? People are very attracted to your intelligence. I heard "analytical". You let your intuition and intellectual ability guide you through life. You're very quick on your feet and have the wittiest comebacks ever! People really love talking to you. Some may think you're chaotic or all over the place at times. But really that energy makes you thrive and leave your comfort zone. You do what's best for YOU, even if it doesn't make sense to everyone else. Your romantic partners find you really hard to pin down. There's someone specific coming through here. They could be from your recent past? They wish to take things to the next level with you. But they fear that you'll want to keep the connection the same and ultimately a secret.

🎶channeled songs: love on top by beyonce

real love by mary j blige

stargirl by lana del rey

kitty kat by beyonce

(The Moon rx, The Lovers, The Empress, The World, 10 of cups, 6 of pentacles, Temperance, 9 of cups, The Sun, 10 of swords, 5 of cups rx, 3 of pentacles, Queen of pentacles, Knight of wands rx, The Devil, Ace of wands)

You allow yourself to be vulnerable and open with everyone around you. Romantic or not. There's so many different layers to you and people love every single one! The passion and love you give is so deep. It really is like no other. You tend to just lay your emotions out on the table. This is why people find it so hard to let you go. Being with you feels like a drug. People love when you take care of them. Your massages feel like heaven. Someone here likes to let their partner lay their head in your lap. You might attract people with mommy issues. I'm getting that you've encountered many partners that didn't know how to properly cherish and reciprocate your love. Despite that, you never let it deter you from finding love. A true hopeless romantic. You're the ideal perfect partner to others. The ultimate fantasy. You're like a goddess in human form. You have a beautiful European/western look to you. I keep picturing a girl with long blonde hair. It makes me think of Lux Lisbon. You have a beaming smile. Someone here has beautiful deep brown eyes. Or hazel. Your body might have the shape of a literal hourglass. There's an emphasis on your hips. Your partner loves how fertile you are. You might be a creamer/squirter. Your partner enjoys c*mming inside of you. Someone here likes to add food into their sexy time. You're a true freak in bed. You don't show that side to just anyone though. Thats what makes it so special.

🎶channeled songs: when i grow up by the pussycat dolls

slave4u by britney spears

crave you by flight facilties

dontcha by the pussycat dolls

no scrubs by tlc

(Strength, 7 of swords, 8 of pentacles, 7 of pentacles, 2 of pentacles, Page of wands, King of wands rx, Wheel of fortune rx, 2 of cups, Ace of cups, Page of cups, 4 of wands, The Star)

You're a very bold and brave individual. You might come across as brash at times, but this is actually one of your most liked traits. People love how you put yourself out into the world without any second thought. You're strictly all about your money. Never letting anyone or anything distract you. You're heavily committed to your responsibilities and self-improvement. Someone here might take care of a child or family member. You're that one person that people know they can always count on. You live a very balanced life. This is very inspiring to your friends. You might be in college currently or you're close to graduating. You could have a more modest style, or you prefer to dress down. I heard that drake lyric, "sweatpants, hair tied, chillin with no makeup on. That's when you the prettiest." Someone here likes to wear pigtails or messy buns. You could have brown/blonde highlights. Someone here wears glasses. You could have freckles or a distinct beauty mark. You might be polyamorous or you're in an open relationship currently. If so, people love that you keep your relationships balanced. You don't ever let things get messy. You're the dominant one in bed. You like to give orders. Someone here likes to play with toys or blindfolds. You could like to play with candle wax? Your partners really enjoy trying new things with you. You're a very fun lover to be with.

🎶channeled songs: luxurious by gwen stefani

who's that girl by eve

london bridge by fergie

bottom b*tch by doja cat

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[xamaxenta]

THE PRIEST AU IS HOOOOO .... HOOOOOOOOO BOY... ITS GETTING TO ME ... XAM AND RACCOON YOURE TOO POWERFUL TOGETHER

i love a repressed freakazoid sabo so much and i love a tortured marco but i also like the idea of marco Appearing to be a perfect saint (haha) but really hes just part of the church to help the community. outside church he plays a little loose and sloppy with gods rules.... you would never ever think it but brother marco has a body covered in tattoos and pierced EVERYTHING under that stuffy outfit .. he kissed a boy at 15 but he never STOPPED kissing boys he just never mentioned it. hes still devoted to god in his own way helping people and being part of the church but he also figures if god didnt want his ass at the club He would not have made it so fat.

anyway ace loudly shuts these clowns down in his sexy goth outfit and they all part ways, sabo starts spiralling over how into men he is and marco definitely was checking that guy out but hes maybe a little too young for a priest, that just feels in bad taste , so he figures he will get his slutty clothes on and go to the club to find some guy to forget about the minxy freckled snack instead. except. said minxy snack is here. at the club. and asking him to dance.........

sabo meanwhile followed marco out because hes an obsessive little stalker and is currently watching brother marco grinding like a stripper on that insanely hot guy (the devil?) from earlier and will be having dreams about it for the rest of his life

YELLING LMFAO I NEED THIS SHIT PRINTED ON MY WALL ASAP

“IF GOD DIDNT WANT HIS ASS AT THE CLUB HE WOULDNT HAVE MADE IT SO FAT”

Amen halleujah losing it because youre right this is the way

Ofc i love freaky stalker unhinged repressed everything Sabo like bro knows hes not right and prolly should check into the nearest mental hospital for an evaluation but nah hes here watching brother Marco grind up on the hottest devil of a stripper (Ace) and get ground back on and he wants in how does he get in idk just joins

Marco has enough cake for them both man

[drylan]

some more rylan headcanons

dylan has a bit of a tummy and softer pecs. he used to be self conscious about that, but has come to accept and like that part of himself, especially when ryan nuzzles tummy/chest pretty often.

ryan wears dresses/skirts pretty often. he never did at camp because duh he doesn't want to get his nicer clothes dirty. dylan nearly faints the first time he sees ryan in a black, lacy goth dress. wow.

ryan didn't have any family pets before, so he has never lived with a cat. that being said, he adores schrodinger and she definitely accepts him as dad #2. it took a bit of time, but neither of them will forget the first night where they were both chilling on the couch and she jumped onto ryan's lap instead of dylan's

they're both halfway decent at cooking and take turns, but neither will say no if one of them suggests just ordering a pizza

in high school dylan did gymnastics (which he keeps up a modified version of after losing his hand) and basketball (not by choice, his dad made him do it), in addition to band and physics club. ryan did track and field (he's always liked running), swim/rowing (duh), and was part of his school's small but loyal anime club. ryan also had a small stint in the mathletes, and wasn't actually too bad, but it just took up too much of his time and he didn't really like it, so he left

dylan grows his hair out a bit after the events of hackett's quarry. ryan likes to brush and braid it for him, sometimes, too.

likewise, dylan loves to massage ryan's scalp on wash day (honestly personal goals i would love someone to massage my scalp on my wash days lol)

ryan isn't big on social media except for sharing progress on his animation projects, buuut he definitely loves how often dylan posts pictures of them, and lets dylan pick what picture of them he should use for his profile pic

guess who is scared of needles and isn't dylan? ryan can't help it, okay! dylan holds his hand through the entire time for his first tattoo (it is a small tribute to his late dad)

meanwhile dylan has a scarily high tolerance for physical pain. sometimes it concerns ryan, but dylan will often reassure him that he will let him know if he is really hurt.

dylan is obvious when he's jealous, ryan simmers in silence. their jealousy never lasts long, though. their bond and loyalty to each other is just too strong.

miscommunication is somewhat of an issue early on in their relationship. dylan tries so hard to always be 'on' and 'blase dylan' to avoid facing some of the trauma and awkwardness that it frustrates and confuses ryan, especially since he can see through it. with a bit of progress in therapy for both of them and a few difficult conversations, they find a healthy balance that allows them to deepen their relationship.

they love sitting in each other's laps. again, not necessarily big on PDA, but goddamn ryan often uses dylan for a seat and dylan usually has at least one limb laid over ryan at minimum. they just like the physical contact

ryan helps dylan shave after he loses his hand. he's so gentle and tender. they'll never forget those moments, looking into each other's eyes as ryan gently moved the blade. dylan learns again how to shave his face properly with his slightly less dominant hand, but every so often he'll make big puppy dog eyes and ask ryan to do it. ryan says yes every time.

ryan finds them new podcasts and shows for them to binge. dylan finds them concerts and community events to go to.

they get married by a judge with little fanfare and have a pretty sick party with their families and fellow hackett's quarry survivors after. (yes they play truth or dare)

dylan is absolutely mesmerized by watching ryan swim for, y'know, obvious reasons.

ryan is instantly hot in his pants whenever dylan goes off on some nerdy rant.

they have a 'toy' chest, as well as an extra dresser in their closet full of leather and lace lingerie. oh, and dylan's sexy nurse costume.

"babe" is their often go-to pet names, but dylan does call ryan "big guy" more often than they'd like to admit. ryan also likes it more than he would like to admit.

[colourstreakgryffin]

AH THIS HAS BEEN ITCHING MY BRAIN! TATTOO/PIERCER OBANAI?? (You don’t have to write this if you don’t want to :D)

Omfg! Yes! I’m soooo doing this! Now, god please save everybody who reads this. You all are gonna have to deal with my Obanai simp side! I’m gonna go wild! Ima pick just Tattoo Artist for my sanity

@local-obanai-simp! Love, this is for you and me!

Right off the bat. Tattoo artist Obanai is hot. Too hot to drop, he has tattoos all over his arms and chest, pierced ears with black jewellery and such a monochrome palette with his goth clothing style, that just highlight his yellow and turquoise mismatched eyes

He is very diligent with his work and he grabs you, holding whatever body part still if you keep shivering in pain too much. He doesn’t mean to be rough, he just gets annoyed fast with fidgety customers

Obanai does feel bad for the people who are just experiencing their first tattoo, that includes you. He was basically born with tattoos and even as a child, he was forced to have tattoos so they don’t hurt

He is so hot when he is working, his almost glowing eyes glare at the drawing he is starting to shape in full concentration and his rolled-up sleeve denim jacket showing off his forearm tattoos alongside a great amount of muscle

It’s hard to not look at him for real. You look more at Obanai, then you do complaining or whining over the pain as he is simply hypnotic!

Intense stabbing pain courses your bicep as you threw up your hand over your bust, just to clutch it. Your brain was screaming at you to push off the device causing you this level of pain but why would you do that when the man giving you the pain is so attractive

Conveniently, he is a friend of yours you met through your beloved cousin, Kanroji Mitsuri. Iguro Obanai, the owner and main employee of the infamous Serpentine Parlour. Mitsuri had spilled the beans about him a little while back and you were eager to meet him every day since

Mitsuri gave you his number after you basically bribed her for it, to taste out your curiosity over him, and got to chatting in no time. He was quite polite yet busy, he always apologised for answering late and explained himself. You never minded, a polite man like himself is all you could ever want

Almost like a un-recalled dream, tada. Now, you’re in his shop as his final customer for the day, getting stabbed repetitively by the tattoo gun-thingie with your eccentric eyes trained on him to distract yourself from the pain and oh lordy, did he distract you from the pain so well

He is beyond gorgeous as he focused on perfecting your tattoo of choice. Those heterochromatic eyes of yellow and turquoise glowed, his straight-edged raven black hair tied up in a tight ponytail, showing off the many black piercings he had, his denim jacket unbuttoned slightly at the chest to show the wiggly fancy writing of “Kaburamaru” running over his collarbone

Your cheeks blew up into ruby red at the attractive man before you, just switching between his face, open arms and the small peek of his built torso as he kept working. Yeah, his mouth was hidden by a clean, medicinal-like mask so you couldn’t see all of his face but you still found yourself worshipping his looks like he is some model

“I can tell that you’re looking at me” Obanai remarks gently and calmly as he usually is, reaching his spare hand up and pressing thumb on your chin and fingers on your cheek to crane your head up. The sharp pain disappeared as Obanai have seemed to pull the gun away

“Don’t toy with me, girl. Don’t you want a good tattoo~” Obanai remarked, his voice going from sleek and mature to sexy and demanding in a second. Sudden heat flooded you in response as his wondrous eyes basically ate up your reaction, cheeks burning bright and light stutters breaking through your lips

If only Mitsuri could see this side of her best friend! “I-I… y-yes! I do.. b-but i…” It was pretty obvious that he was smirking at you, with the way his pierced eyebrow rose as he rolled his eyes and let go of your chin, his hands were smaller than most men but still very strong, with a few veins underneath the black gloves. “Good~”

Obanai’s occupied hand still held the non-longer running tattoo gun that he brought it back to your bare bicep and flipped on the switch with his fingertip rather quick. Almost unbearable pain begun attacking your senses again when he pressed the needle into your skin and dragged down

You looked away in a instant, very embrassed at getting caught as you kept staring at the marble cupboards decorated by a white glass snake ornament. Obanai, from the left side of the long table that you laid down on, frowned at the lack of gaze. He was just trying to tease you, he didn’t want you to actually stop. Obanai brought back your attention by snapping his spare hand’s fingers in midair. Your head turned in conjunction, slightly jumping from how loud it was echoing through the quiet colourless room

“Did I say you are to stop looking at me?” Obanai barked slightly, eyes never leaving his work but you can he was talking to you as your cheeks somehow got darker, at his statement, then they already are. Your free hand trying desperately to cover your embarrassed and flustered self as Obanai carefully and quickly moved your arm to a specific spot, reaching over and grabbing your wrist, placing it over your stomach and locking fingers with his

“Kanroji told me you’re sensitive to pain. Hold my hand and squeeze it if it’s get too bad” You stuttered out once again, gazing down his features to try forget the pain and gently tapping your fingers against his knuckles repetitively as a attempt to calm yourself down. You’re a mix of confused, flattered and embarrassed all at once, is Obanai treating you this way because you’re his best friend’s cousin or is it because he genuinely wants to?

“W-what about your work? Can you do it with one hand” You stutter back, nervous that he may mess up and trying your best to prove to him that he doesn’t need to hold your hand through it. “I can tattoo with one hand. It’ll be fine” Obanai responds, taking a quick glance up at your face, his hidden lips formed a smile at your sparkling lovestruck eyes. You did like him more than he suspected

His eyes returned back to his work as he needed to finish it quickly. One, so you won’t be in pain anymore and two, so he can wrap up his and his employees’ shift quicker to focus on the more important thing trialing his mind. He could tell his employees were done for the day as most had begun gathering their things and simply waited on their boss to give the cue

He was eager to finish this to as he has a beautifully perfect concept floating around his head, it almost clouded the image of the tattoo you wanted as he could still sense your eyes scanning over him and his body. Perfect, he gets to do what he wants with you

A not so little “talk” in his office

[fairykukla]

Please pass this one around and vote!

[yourgrantaire]

im rewatching the smosh liveshow and i wanted to keep track of my favorite moments so they are below the cut

angela's tippy tappy toes of joy at amanda's new jersey voice

amanda's "LOOK IT UP" for increasingly unrealistic things, and ending it with "are you at peace are you at peace are you at peace hello areyouatpeaceareyouatpeaceareyouatpeace anthony areyouatpeace DON'T GOOGLE ME"

tommy's "only a tragic life could lead to looking like if a motorcycle was gay ... i can say that, i'm a motorcycle" and him saying the meaning of anthony's tattoos was so that he could fuck goth girls. oh and how could i forget describing angela as an "amber alert on rollerblades"

the cool ass music when the guests came on, made by tommy bowe i think? i honestly would listen to the music from the show all on its own

brandon rogers' "let's. eat. anthony!" and then making a very emphatic pitch as to why it would be a great idea

THE HALF-TIME SHOW OF COURSE. i know that they mostly won't post the show on youtube but i really really hope they post the half-time show

also a detail i just noticed is josh playing that escalating carnival "do do do do!" when chanse and keith got iced

dan and phil's extremely explicit video message with dan's repeated references to jerking off onto anthony's sexy calendar

courtney as bikini girl while still wearing doc martins. and there's something about the rhythm of "get you a girl who can do both two things two one time! :D" that is so funny, as well as "women are so scawwy ooohh!! what's under your blouse, two perfectly round GUNS? OHH!!"

rhett and link showing up standing menacingly in the doorway, and their tag line being "A Jesus and a Lesbian Woman"

the multiple "ian loves drinking breast milk" jokes

the chosen: "you're probably wondering why i look so badass right now. its because we are on the cusp of the greatest battle in the entire history of the universe.

and also i got queso on my three wolf moon shirt.

and i fell off my razor scooter on the way here."

i am glad that even though they made him look cool as fuck, shayne still emphasized that the chosen is not nearly as cool as he thinks he is.

"worst of all, anthony padilla HAD SEX!" and then quoting the star wars prequels lmao

also shayne singing without any self consciousness was very funny to me, but i can't put my finger on what the song was

ian saying i love you but having to say it in a silly voice (and in the after show anthony saying he can say i love you back to ian because unlike ian, he's actually said it before)

anthony's joke about how he expected everyone to roast him about his "dick piercing" and the entire audience going "wait wait, go back to that, what did you just say" and him moving on with no further comment

anthony to shayne: "i won't talk about how you were once known for your promising tv career and now you're known for wearing a t-shirt with limes on it''

chanse just full on horror movie screaming when anthony said arasha was in an ad for a republican dating app. also arasha's faces for everything were so great

keith full on responding whenever someone addresses him (and sometimes reacts out loud just because), he did this in the other funerals as well but it delights me every time

anthony saying chanse slides into his dms all the time, and chanse immediately replying "you respond, bitch!" (and then later anthony saying that chanse can go with mythical and he "can call link daddy now" but "watch out, [chanse] dms")

i loved anthony's reference to tommy's show serving cunt

anthony to amanda: "you're like if jessica rabbit drove a mini van"

anthony to ian: "one thing we all know about ian is he might have some trouble showing emotions" ian proceeds to stare deadpan into the camera. it was fun watching ian's reactions because often he wouldn't react to a lot of it or he would react as part of the bit, i've already forgotten the one thing that he really reacted to, fuck so i might have to rewatch it again

and then my favorite part of the aftershow was amanda and tommy continuously leaning in to make out and then saying "no save it for the parking lot, save it for the parking lot", and no they were not going to go anywhere, they were going to stay in the parking lot at smosh and make out in the car

[peacexatxlast]

Hi! I was curious if you could write a few headcanons (or make a one shot, whichever you prefer) of Jackson Rippner with a goth partner? Of course, Jack's not exactly as ordinary as he comes off at the start of the movie, but I've wondered how he'd be with an s/o that's just a bit more out there than he is, and how he would take in aspects of the subculture (the music, fashion, goth clubs, etc.) as a goth myself. I'm super excited to see what you come up with. Thanks 🖤🦇⚰

Hello! Thank you for the ask; this was really fun! I did some googling on the subculture itself (mainly the clubs because I didn’t know they had actual clubs for it and that was super, super interesting!!) so here’s my thoughts on how he’d react based on what I’ve read and such. I hope you like it~ xx

Warnings: mentions of scars, sexual content ish, dark themes (he’s a terrorist so~ mentions of murder and stuff ahhahah), stalkery Jackson?, super hot and sexy goth gf, overall 18++

First, let’s address the very pretty elephant in the room: tattoos. Taking it from the scar scene where Jackson is almost entranced by the raised scar tissue on Lis’ chest~ he’d love any tatts you have, if any.

Intrigued, completely mesmerized by the inked flesh, he loves to kiss and lick and nip at the flesh.

Skull tattys? A bat tattoo with the rib cage showing? Pretty finger ink? He loves it! 10/10 obsessed with your ink. If you have lyrics tattooed, he googles the lyrics later and listens to the song.

Leading to music:

He really doesn’t hate it. Actually, he kinda like the overall vibe of it.

He was very iffy at first to listen, thinking it would be annoying screaming music that made his ears bleed… but then the songs you showed him?

He felt like he was being transported back in time to a dark castle, laying on the dusty marble floor. He swore he could see you standing above him in all your glory with candlelight casting shadows across your pale skin, whispering the dark secrets of his sins. To put it lightly: it was an ethereal experience.

He really likes “the sanity assassin” by Bauhaus. (Ironic? HAHAHAHHA absolutely)

First time you played it for him, he snatched your phone and put that shit on repeat. First time he heard it in a club? He grinned wildly.

He loves the architecture of a goth club. You couldn’t get him to dress up for it, which you were worried was an issue while being there because some people are all about the non existent ‘dress code’, but Jackson as you have learned very early on in your relationship, is very persuasive.

The dude can get along with anyone. His presence, his aura, those terrifying blue eyes that can either be the sweetest sapphires welcoming you with a warm glimmer or the coldest, most dangerous icy ocean swallowing you whole. Thankfully, you’d never been on the receiving side of his death glare, and you don’t ever want to.

Some people gave annoyed stares at the man, but really, he didn’t look too out of place with his stance (and the way he was clinging to you like a baby koala). He ignored the stares at him, more focused on the starving ogles placed on you. Then, you saw a side of him you’d never seen before: murderous gazes. All for your honor? Talk about a knee bruiser ;)

He enjoys sharing in the things you like. Before meeting you (properly) Jackson had done his research on the goth subculture. He wanted to know how to talk to you and get to know you without looking like a moron. Of course he had seen you first, figuring out your name and address so he could see how you lived and what you did. He was thoroughly surprised that you didn’t live in a bat cave and sleep with a coffin. You were normal! Just incredibly hot and intimidating. He loved it.

He’s never had trouble speaking with women, but he found himself nervous to approach you. After all, what if you didn’t like him and thought he was boring?!

He was anything but boring, but obviously he couldn’t tell you that at first. Then he’d have to get rid of you, and he really didn’t want to do that! Jesus, you were so exciting it was almost unbearable to wait so long until he got the balls but then-

You came up to him first!

Okay… maybe… he was staring a little bit at the gothic style store he’d followed you into. Maybe you found it creepy or weird or endearing? He didn’t know, only smiling sheepishly as you approached him.

“Can I help you?” You we’re so bold, it nearly knocked him on his ass. And your sass? That was so sexy.

“Actually, you can. You look more qualified to assist than I, don’t you think?” His grin was so confident, so assure of himself. And yet he was kind and easy going. His bright, piercing stare devoured you.

“Are you looking for a style change?” Unsure, you nervously chuckled and glanced down at his modern dress. He dressed well in your opinion. Like a hot casual professor almost?

“Ah, no, I don’t look good in chains.” He smirked, “well, maybe, actually, it’s for someone special. And, she kinda matches your style. Would you help me find someone she’d like? What do you suggest?” And there it was…. You’d spent an hour and a half meandering about the store talking to this unbearably handsome man. He asked you everything and anything, getting to know you and the gothic culture you adored. He complimented your clothes and eyes and lips painted a dark color… it was so unfair he had girlfriend! After all, he was buying something for her…

Finally, sadly, your meeting had to come to an end. You helped him pick out this incredibly amazing dress for his stupid girl… and outside the store, he smile and thrusted the bag in your direction.

“So you’ll wear this Saturday? I’ll pick you up at five-thirty?”

The rest was history really. You were so shocked and happy it was hard to get out the three letters, ‘yes!’ Cheeky bastard was so sly and sauve, you melted, agreeing to meet him without a second thought. And of course, the date went extraordinarily well, the dress fitting perfectly because “oh, she actually has almost the same body type as you. Just get your size and it should be fine.”

And taking it off after the date? That was his favorite part.