#scream stilly

[kining-the-evil]

I’m watching clips of the Scream Musical and oh my god is it gay.

[myrkky]

[cw: blood, implied violence]

A patron requested some Billy/Stu!

[starryfox0]

true friendship <3

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

SLASHER SHOWDOWN

Hill-Billy brawl!

[delicris]

tw talking about child sexual abuse and the dismissal of it

i've always felt so fucking alone in this because i knew no one with a story close to mine. it never felt like sexual abuse, not until i realized it was, but even after that, years later, i still dismiss it sometimes. the only person to whom i talked about it is my former partner. he listened, at first, not in person, not having to witness me talking about it. but then, when i broke down, screaming and crying in front of him, he just did not give a single shit. fucked me the next night for the first time.

i've been carrying this story with me for roughly ten fucking years, knowingly for half of that time, and he's stilly the only person i've ever spoken to about it. because i'm scared as fuck that what he did will happen again. literally or metaphorically, it doesn't fucking matter.

i don't think i'll ever be ready to talk about it on the internet openly. i'll never put out the details. i'll never share the timing of it all. first of all, because i tried so hard to forget that the lines of everything became so goddamn blurry, but second of all, because i can't. and i never will be able to.

it happened, and that's more than enough. but now i know that i'm not alone, i'm not the only one who had to go through something like that. there is someone out there with a story similar enough. i'm not alone. no one is alone in this. unfortunately. maybe i'd rather be alone in this, than have csa happen to other people.

[hexjulia]

the Deraa incident is terrible in a very personal way but I think the most awful passage in Seven Pillars is this one to me. tw extreme violence;

Tallal was anxious, for their indicated route would bring them through Tafas, his own village.

He determined us to make speed there and seize the ridge south of it. Unfortunately speed was only a relative term with men so tired. I rode with my troop to Tafas, hoping to occupy a shadow position beyond it and fight a retiring action till the rest came up. Half-way on the road, there met us mounted Arabs, herding a drove of stripped prisoners towards Sheikh Saad. They were driving them mercilessly, the bruises of their urging blue across the ivory backs; but I left them to it, for these were Turks of the police battalion of Deraa, beneath whose iniquities the peasant-faces of the neighbourhood had run with tears and blood, innumerable times.

[...]

The village lay stilly under its slow wreaths of white smoke, as we rode near, on our guard. Some grey heaps seemed to hide in the long grass, embracing the ground in the close way of corpses. We looked away from these, knowing they were dead; but from one a little figure tottered off, as if to escape us. It was a child, three or four years old, whose dirty smock was stained red over one shoulder and side, with blood from a large half-fibrous wound, perhaps a lance thrust, just where neck and body joined.

The child ran a few steps, then stood and cried to us in a tone of astonishing strength (all else being very silent), 'Don't hit me, Baba'. Abd el Aziz, choking out something--this was his village, and she might be of his family--flung himself off his camel, and stumbled, kneeling, in the grass beside the child. His suddenness frightened her, for she threw up her arms and tried to scream; but, instead, dropped in a little heap, while the blood rushed out again over her clothes; then, I think, she died.

We rode past the other bodies of men and women and four more dead babies, looking very soiled in the daylight, towards the village; whose loneliness we now knew meant death and horror.

By the outskirts were low mud walls, sheepfolds, and on one something red and white. I looked close and saw the body of a woman folded across it, bottom upwards, nailed there by a saw bayonet whose haft stuck hideously into the air from between her naked legs. She had been pregnant, and about her lay others, perhaps twenty in all, variously killed, but set out in accord with an obscene taste.

The Zaagi burst into wild peals of laughter, the more desolate for the warm sunshine and clear air of this upland afternoon. I said, 'The best of you brings me the most Turkish dead', and we turned after the fading enemy, on our way shooting down those who had fallen out by the roadside and came imploring our pity. One wounded Turk, half naked, not able to stand, sat and wept to us. Abdulla turned away his camel's head, but the Zaagi, with curses, crossed his track and whipped three bullets from his automatic through the man's bare chest. The blood came out with his heart beats, throb, throb, throb, slower and slower.

Tallal had seen what we had seen. He gave one moan like a hurt animal; then rode to the upper ground and sat there a while on his mare, shivering and looking fixedly after the Turks. I moved near to speak to him, but Auda caught my rein and stayed me. Very slowly Tallal drew his head-cloth about his face; and then he seemed suddenly to take hold of himself, for he dashed his stirrups into the mare's flanks and galloped headlong, bending low and swaying in the saddle, right at the main body of the enemy.

It was a long ride down a gentle slope and across a hollow. We sat there like stone while he rushed forward, the drumming of his hoofs unnaturally loud in our ears, for we had stopped shooting, and the Turks had stopped. Both armies waited for him; and he rocked on in the hushed evening till only a few lengths from the enemy.

Then he sat up in the saddle and cried his war-cry, Tallal, Tallal', twice in a tremendous shout. Instantly their rifles and machine-guns crashed out, and he and his mare, riddled through and through with bullets, fell dead among the lance points.

Auda looked very cold and grim. 'God give him mercy; we will take his price.' He shook his rein and moved slowly after the enemy. We called up the peasants, now drunk with fear and blood, and sent them from this side and that against the retreating column. The old lion of battle waked in Auda's heart, and made him again our natural, inevitable leader. By a skilful turn he drove the Turks into bad ground and split their formation into three parts.

The third part, the smallest, was mostly made up of German and Austrian machine-gunners grouped round three motor-cars, and a handful of mounted officers or troopers. They fought magnificently and repulsed us time and again despite our hardiness. The Arabs were fighting like devils, the sweat blurring their eyes, dust parching their throats; while the flame of cruelty and revenge which was burning in their bodies so twisted them, that their hands could hardly shoot. By my order we took no prisoners, for the only time in our war.

At last we left this stern section behind, and pursued the faster two. They were in panic; and by sunset we had destroyed all but the smallest pieces of them, gaining as and by what they lost. Parties of peasants flowed in on our advance. At first there were five or six to a weapon: then one would win a bayonet, another a sword, a third a pistol. An hour later those who had been on foot would be on donkeys. Afterwards every man had a rifle, and a captured horse. By nightfall the horses were laden, and the rich plain was scattered over with dead men and animals. In a madness born of the horror of Tafas we killed and killed, even blowing in the heads of the fallen and of the animals; as though their death and running blood could slake our agony.

Just one group of Arabs, who had not heard our news, took prisoner the last two hundred men of the central section. Their respite was short. I had gone up to learn why it was, not unwilling that this remnant be let live as witnesses of Tallal's price; but a man on the ground behind them screamed something to the Arabs, who with pale faces led me across to see. It was one of us--his thigh shattered. The blood had rushed out over the red soil, and left him dying; but even so he had not been spared. In the fashion of to-day's battle he had been further tormented by bayonets hammered through his shoulder and other leg into the ground, pinning him out like a collected insect.

He was fully conscious. When we said, Hassan, who did it?' he drooped his eyes towards the prisoners, huddling together so hopelessly broken. They said nothing in the moments before we opened fire. At last their heap ceased moving; and Hassan was dead; and we mounted again and rode home slowly (home was my carpet three or four hours from us at Sheikh Saad) in the gloom, which felt so chill now that the sun had gone down.

However, what with wounds and aches and weariness I could not rest from thinking of Tallal, the splendid leader, the fine horseman, the courteous and strong companion of the road; and after a while I had my other camel brought, and with one of my bodyguard rode out into the night to join our men hunting the greater Deraa column.

[kining-the-evil]

oh, I have a stilly fic idea

[spookytones]

“told you the killers could easily be female” - tatum (art by @42yow on Twitter)

[laroja666]

Me encanta emparejar Stilly pero a la vez GhostMyers. Está perfectamente equilibrado, como debe ser. ¿?

[ INGLÉS ]

Michael: Since you two are the most stupid. I WILL KILL YOU FIRST!

Stu: Anyway, baby!

Billy: -gives a note-

Stu: I mean... Forget about me, I'm married.

Billy: Stu, do something!

Stu: I can't, I'm married.

[possiblytracker]

hm. i played deltarune this afternoon and leMME TELL YOU

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

This does NOT look like Billy Loomis 💀

[sadadaptive-daydreaming]

As You Wish It | Loki x Reader

Summary: You’re an Asgardian long banished to Sakaar. You haven’t thought about your home planet in a while until Loki and Thor show up and the God of Mischief decides to hold you hostage in a closet while he hides from his brother. 

Word count: 1349

Warning: Fluffy, light smut. (The insinuation of SA is mentioned towards the end but does not actually occur as everything described/implied in this oneshot is consensual.)

“Loki!” Thor roars loudly as if he were being projected from a speaker. 

You didn’t know where the God of Thunder was but his loud voice suggested it was somewhere close.

“He’s over here!” you scream at the top of your lungs.

“Shut it!” Loki sneers. 

He pulls you closer to him, muzzling your shouts with his hand. It’s so large he’s almost able to wrap his palm and fingers around your lower face from ear to ear. You were both stood upright, the back of your body held tightly to his front. You squirm as hard as you can, hoping you could weasel your way out of his grasp.

“It’s not going to work,” Loki whispers into your ear, his hot breath on your skin making every inch of you tingle.

“He’s going to find us,” you say. In your head, it’s perfectly clear, but to Loki, it’s nothing more than muffled talk vibrating against his palm.

With his free hand, Loki grabs a chunk of your hair and pulls, twisting your head to face his. 

“I will not ask again,” he threatens stilly, his eyes a wicked shade of green. “Keep quiet and I won’t hurt you. Do you understand?”

You nod and he brings your head back upright. He unbunches his fingers from your strands and takes his other hand off your mouth.

“Loki!” Thor rumbles again, his sound as powerful as the thunder he casts.

It makes the locked door that traps you in a tiny closet with Loki tremble. You don’t know why the God of Mischief was holding you hostage, but you didn’t care to find out. All you wanted was to be free of him, and you planned to, one way or another. Thor’s loud, heavy stomps suggested he was nearing your captivity. If you timed it right, you could catch his attention before Loki had the chance to slit your throat. You were an Asgardian, after all—you knew all too well what he was capable of doing.

Your banishment to Sakaar was a byproduct of Loki’s desire for power and you would never forgive him for it. Maybe at the beginning you hated Loki for trying to rule Earth, but if he hadn’t, you would have never been forced to fend for yourself. Loki proved to you more than anyone that you only had yourself to rely on. And that’s who you were counting on to get you out of this.

You were going to use a tactic four years with the Grandmaster had taught you: distraction.

“Loki,” you whisper, turning slowly towards him so that you didn’t set off any alarm.

He put his finger up to his lips, silently shushing you.

“But Loki, I—”

“What part of shut up do you not understand?” he snaps quietly, but it's loud against your ear.

“I understand plenty,” you begin, your hands sneaking behind your back. “Don’t you remember how quiet I could be?”

Loki groans as your hands drag down his pelvis. He wraps his arms around your midriff and pulls you into him.

“Oh, I remember,” he says into the side of your neck.

You gasp when he kisses the skin.

“And I remember your enjoyment of that.”

“Loki,” you say his name the way you used to, soft and drawn out. “Take me.”

You don't have to turn around to know the smirk that burns into the back of your head. Loki couldn't resist domination, even if it was only over one person.

“As you wish it.”

Loki spins you around and you're greeted with his sinful grin. As much as you were mad at Loki for what he unknowingly did to you, it would be a lie to say that even a little part of you didn't miss his luring presence. He bunches up the fabric of your gown at the waist and pulls it all the way up until he slides it off your upper half. It falls to the floor, exposing you completely. He takes you in head to toe for a few seconds, and then his hands are all over you. There isn't an inch of you that hasn't felt the coldness of his fingers. You gasp as he lingers on your center, his chilling digits sending shocks throughout your nervous system.

“Loki,” you wail, testing the waters.

You want to know how loud you can get before he stops you. And if it's just loud enough, it should get Thor’s attention who was still drumming through the corridors.

“Say what you want,” Loki demands. “And I shall give it to you.”

You breathe unsteady breaths against his chest.

“I want you,” you answer. You gasp again at his undivided attention at your core. “All of you.”

His want for you is growing bigger, you can feel it pressing against your behind. You try to grab for it but he tsks you away. “Patience, my pet.”

Your lips form a pout. You didn't need to be patient, you needed good reason to yell and you knew from experience that he could give you it.

“Tell me first,” he says, removing his fingers from you. “How did you get to Sakaar?”

“What? Why are you asking me this?” you question back.

“Curiosity.” “I already told you, Loki. You put me here.” “I've put you in many positions, but not this one.”

You grab his hand and bring it back down to you. He swirls his fingers again and you sigh of relief.

“When you decided to invade that stupid human planet and then was stupid enough to get caught”—you pause for air—“everyone who stood by your side before was forced to turn against you. But I couldn't. I loved you.”

“So you mean to tell me that you rather be exiled to this wasteland than consider yourself a traitor to my honour?” Loki asks, summing up the years of your life spent in Sakaar in one simple question.

And you could condense your answer to one word, “Yes.”

“How could you be so stupid, Y/N?” “Stupid? I did it for you, Loki.” “And look where that got you.” “Is this why you locked me in here with you, so you could get your answer while hiding from your brother?”

Loki’s silence provided the answer better than his words ever could.

You slap Loki's hand off you.

“Don't touch me!” you shout, it's much louder than any other noise you've made while being trapped.

“Y/N, calm down,” Loki says, his words still as if they’d rub onto you.

He reaches for your hand and you holler again.

“I said don't touch me, Loki!” “Y/N.” “Don't!!”

Once Loki clues into what you're doing, it's too late. The closet door rips open and light pours in. You spin around and take in the massive being that is the God of Thunder. But it's only once his eyes trail down your body that you realize you're still very much bare.

“What in Odin’s name is going on in here?” he shouts.

“Brother, I assure you nothing she didn't want,” Loki is quick to answer.

You pick up your gown on the floor and slide it over you. You start to walk out the doorway when Thor clutches your arm, pinning you in place.

“Not so quick, Y/N. What are you doing here in Sakaar?” he asks, looking you up and down as if trying to see if your body clothed matches the shape of it bare.

“What? Your father didn't tell you either? Almost makes you wonder of everything else he's keeping from you.”

Thor lowers his head. You can feel his hold on you loosen as if his strength was melting out of his body.

You turn your head slightly to meet Loki. “Won't you be a good boy and fill in your dear brother?”

Loki scoffs at you. “I will have you again, Y/N. Mark me!”

You free yourself from Thor’s grasp and exit the closet. You turn yourself fully towards Loki and blow him a kiss.

“As you wish it.”

[lixnininotnay]

Hey do u think you could just do some yan hank x reader :) thank u :)

Hello, and thank you for being the first one to send me a request! And sorry for making you wait for so long, first I thought doing a few headcanons, but soon my ideia became an one-shot, and then it turned out in a full story (sort of, lol). Let's start this tragedy! I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: this story contains a lot murder, description of death, blood, emotional, psychological and physical abuse, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships and behavior, yandere, obsession and others topics. It's not recommended to read it if you are uncomfortable with any of those.

P.s.: if I forgot to put some warning or if you spot any grammatical error, please tell me! I would be thankful.

All the mistakes you made (A Yandere!Hank x reader story)

Chapter I. - Your first mistake.

You kicked and squirmed against the man who held you in a grip that felt like steel, but even though you were giving it your all, your resistance was showing no result. In fact, it looked to him like you were just a rag doll that he was carrying on his shoulder, but it was also because you were weak and heavily injured.

"Let me go, your fucking bastard!" You hissed. No answer. He just continued walking stilly, like if it was the most ordinary thing that ever happened.

But to be truthful, that wasn't the most eccentric thing he'd ever done. Hank was famous for causing large-scale massacres, but you didn't believe in it before, after all, how could a single person destroy entire units by himself and without leaving any witnesses?

You thought it was all a farce, that in reality it was a group that was after all this killing, and they pretended to be only one person to strike fear so nobody would try to counter them. So you ended up accepting the mission to go after that guy called "Hank" in order to investigate further and see if your theory was correct, you were curious to see the truth. That was your first mistake. You were in an arsenal of the A.A.H.W. with other mercenaries and agency members, they apparently managed to locate approximately where his base is and planned to attack in a large number, and they also talked about the possiblity of having a pizza party that might happen after, but you didn't mind too much.

While everyone was getting ready and arming themselves to the teeth, you could hear an explosion noise, followed by gunfire and screams filled of agony. Everything happened so fast that you couldn't ratiocinate correctly.

You quickly obeyed your senses and threw yourself behind a pillar, thus protecting yourself from the barrage of gunfire that followed right after, that covered the entire room in red and yellow. After everyone realized that the enemy had finally run out of ammo, the ones who survived came out of their hiding places and started trying to fight back, but were quickly killed one by one. Picking up an AK-74, you tried to get as far away as possible, knowing that facing danger head-on would be futile.

Going up a staircase and reaching a higher landing, you got behind a container and peeked out to see who the enemies were. As a consequence, taking a fright when realizing that it was just one person, not a group, easily killing several with just a katana in hand. You tried to ignore this fact and focus on the battle, firing and managing to land two shots on him.

Hank rapidly became annoyed, and started to ignore the agents that were going at him and changed his direction to you and the other two snipers who were on your side. For a split second, as he lifted his head to see where the shots were coming from, you could see bloodlust in his eyes, similar to a malicious and hungry animal, it was terrifying.

And then he began to move in a fierce way, brutally slicing anyone on his path to you. You were trying to reload your gun and to back away even more, but he had already gone up the stairs, kicked the closest sniper in the face causing them to hit their head against the wall, instantly killing them. He tried to cut you in half with his katana right away, but you managed to hold the blow using the AK-74 and kicked him in the stomach, pushing him away.

The second sniper tried to shoot him, but Hank managed to ricochet two bullets, hitting them back and in the meantime you bolted behind a wall, he took the gun from the first one he killed, and you started exchanging shots. You got hit twice, once in the shoulder and once in the abdomen, and you ran out of bullets, when he realized that, he went straight towards you and tucked the gun behind his back. You tried to run away, but he had already reached and started to strangle you, he wanted to have the satisfaction of killing you with his bare hands.

You struggled for air, but his grip was stronger, you could see the sadistic urge to kill in him, without showing an ounce of pity.

Just when you thought it was your end, the second soldier shot Hank, before they took their last breath and died in their own blood trail made after they crawled close enough to aim. In the second he momentarily loosened his grip, even though you were still dizzy from the lack of air, you managed to grab the gun from Hank's back after the shot, struck him with it, taking him off you and getting up quickly with the help of the the wall, trying to hold the gun and aim it, shivering from the adrenaline, bruises and out of breath.

"It's over. Just give up already." You demanded.

"You're a really annoying bitch." Hank hissed, still on the floor and with one hand on the left side of his face, where you hit him and cracked the glass of his goggles.

And all of a sudden, just when you thought Hank was finished, he got up, you tried to react but your movements were still slow. He grabbed the gun from your hands, caught you around the neck with his other hand, making you bang your head against the wall and then knocking you to the ground. The impact was so bad that you felt blood seeping from your lips and a tremendous headache, making you whimper in pain. Hank just chuckled at your state.

"Goin' down that easily? You're pathetic." Hank mocked you as he approximated. You tried to creep away but he stepped on your back, stopping you once more. He bent down to look at you closely, your eyes still had the slendor of the desire to fight and survive, an expression on the face from someone that wouldn't give up yet, he loved it. He stopped for a second to think, then continued. "Y'know what? I liked you, just love your type." You tried to process what he told you, but nothing made sense. "I'm keepin' you with me. Stay here." He said as he got off from you, but before shooting one of your legs. What made you scream out loud in pain, the adrenaline of the moment passed causing all the pain to hit you at once, while Hank came down from the platform to kill the rest of the agents, and the A.T.P. soldiers and mags that just arrived.

Everything in you hurts, even breathing, it was hard to relax. You spent a few minutes lying on the floor listening to the gunshots and screams in the background that haunted your ears, sounds that were becoming more muffled as the time passed, and trying to somehow control the pain, however your efforts did not yield results, the burning sensation of your wounds remained and you were struggling to not faint. When your vision started to get blurry, you heard something:

"Hello? Anyone's listening? Hello?" You turned your head to the voice, it was coming from the room that had the radio. "I repeat, anyone's listening?"

Clinging to what you thought was a glimmer of hope, you rise up with difficulty from the ground and began to stumble to the station, almost slipping in your own puddle of blood. After arriving with difficulty in the chamber, you answered. "Yes, (Y/N) talking, it's an emergency." You battled to say, your throat felt like it was on fire.

"What happened?"

"Hank invaded the base, we need units, NOW!" You tried to demand, your voice was still weak.

"It will take some time, we don't have any available next to your location." That irritated you.

"For the fuck sakes, we don't have time--" They hung up, wich made you rage and question if all your efforts were in vain.

You tried to keep your composure, after stopping for a few seconds to calm down, you rummaged around and found some bandages and an adrenaline shot in one of the lockers, which you used to cover the wounds and applied to yourself, now managing to stand up and even walk. And digging a little further you found a knife bag with a knife inside, which you decided to hide in one of your boots, and a pistol that you kept in your hands.

When you left the room, you decided that you were going to run away without anyone noticing, to hell the reward money. Watching your surroundings and hiding behind the containers, you saw that Hank was no longer in sight which made you panic, but you also saw the body of the guy who saved you, you tried to check their pulse, but they were gone.

"Thank you. Rest in peace, my man." You said in respect, while closing their eyes, knowing that if they didn't help, you would be dead. Before getting up and leaving you saw that in their pocket there was a grenade, which you decided to take.

You rushed down the stairs and walked down one of the long corridors for what felt like hours, the place looked like a maze full of corpses, making it obvious that Hank has been through here. Entering and turning in several corridors, trying to remember where is the exit, made you regret to not paying attention and memorize the place, this base was gigantic.

Hearing heavy footsteps approaching you, you entered a room that looked like a dormitory and hid under a bunk bed, carrying the pistol. You heard the door open again.

"You really don't obey when someone says to, do you?" You can feel the irritation in his speech, sounded like Hank was searching for you for some time already.

He began looking around the room for you, kicking and knocking over some furniture in the process, you started crawling under the beds trying to make as much silence as possible and get next to the door. For a moment he stopped and was silent, a sudden movement that made you uneasy. He was trying to hear you. After what seemed an eternity of silence, he turned his head towards the bed you were hiding underneath.

Fuck it.

You abruptly ran to the door for your life, and before he could do anything, you took aim and started shooting towards him to keep your distance and threw the grenade at him, closing the entrance as you left. Even though, he protected himself with using the beds, leaving no major injuries on him, it really took him by surprise. Hank didn't expect that you could do all of this for your bruises, you sure were an interesting person. Now he really wants you.

You sprinted as fast as you could, your movements becoming more clumsy as the pain returned, but it didn't stop you. Finally finding the exit, you spotted a vehicle that could easily get in and hot-wire it, but wasn't able to, despair making it even harder. In this short meantime, you felt a pair of hands pulling you by the collar of your shirt and pulling you out of the vehicle.

"You really know how to get under my skin." he admitted, both out of admiration and irritation in a threatening way, looking directly in your eyes. And he threw you over his shoulder, hurting you and making you drop your pistol in the process. He couldn't be gentle even if his life depended on it. "I'd have drive us both to the base, but you are such a fucking annoyance that makes it impossible." And then he started walking with you on his shoulder.

What he said made you shiver, what was he planning to do with you? You started to struggle, waiting for him to let go of you, but he just held you tighter. You soon ran out of strength and gave up, getting more tired and weaker by every minute, all this agitation was too much for you, so eventually, you end up passing out from exhaustion.

Hank still couldn't figure out what he found so fascinating about you, maybe because you, a nobody, managed to survive him for so long, few did, or because of your determination and how you surprised him, or even the way you looked at him, he loved to see that mixture of fear, hate and will to live in your face, it was so intriguing.

Whatever it was, he wouldn't be worrying and questioning himself nonstop right now, he didn't need to. Because he would have all the time he wanted to discover now.

[levi-lover]

Please

satoru gojo x fem!reader

wc: 1239

tw: NSFW, 18+ only oral sex( fem receiving) praise kink, overstimulation, fingering

a/n: i will always love levi but i’ve gojo brainrot for the past week but plz who could blame me??? he’s so sexy and tall and cocky like i hate him but i love him !! (also i didn’t really edit this so sorry for any mistakes) 

The living room window was propped open, letting the chirping of the birds enter into the room. Outside the sky was clear yet heavy with the heat of the sun, dried cherry blossom leaves trailed across the sky, twirling with the wind. The sight was glorious, normally you loved sitting on the couch watching the world change as the earth tilted on its axis. But today your view was upside down as you were sprawled on the couch, naked,  the outside air touching your bare chest as you panted and felt Satoru’s white hair brush against your inner thighs. 

Your hand grasped onto him as he hungrily sucked on your throbbing clit. A whine escaped your lips and you pushed your hips forward, desperate to feel him closer and harder on your cunt. Satoru pinned you down to the couch with one large hand. He flattened his tongue and dragged it down your slopping folds and teased your entrance, slowly his tongue traced small circles around your hole before quickly entering you only to remove his tongue moments later.  Each time he did this a wave of pleasure bloomed across your body, making your chest swell and your face heat up. 

Your hold on his head tightened as his warm tongue traveled up and landed on your aching clit again. The obscene sounds of his mouth on your wet cunt joined the symphony the migrating birds were creating outside of your window. You narrowed your focus on Satoru, the sensation of his face in between your thighs, the softness of his tongue on your clit. He moaned into you and you melted further into the couch. How long is he going to tease me? 

“P-please,” you begged softly.

Satoru raised his head and his grip around your hips tightened. 

“Yes, my love?” he teased, know exactly how much you loved his stilly pet names especially when he had you in such a vulnerable state. 

“Satoru,” you breathed, “please, let me cum”

He fake-pouted. “Aww, but  I’m having so much much fun sucking on your pretty little pussy.”

Your heart fluttered at his words and you looked at him, your mouth immediately dropped at the sight. The bottom half of Satoru’s face was covered with salvia and your juices, his hair was tangled and flopped heavily over his forehead. His eyes, normally covered with a cloth, glistened under the golden light pouring into the living room. It was a beautiful sight. He was a beautiful sight. 

He smirked at you and ran a long, slender finger in between your lips, they were immediately covered with your juices. He winked at you before sucking his finger and removing it with a loud pop. 

“Mmm, so good,” he provoked. 

Your jaw clenched and a small whimper left your mouth. You loved your cocky boyfriend but he teased you like this it was too much. The yearning in every fiber of your being for him, for his touch on your skin, drove you made. The coil in your tummy demand to be let loose and only Satoru could do it with his eager tongue and skilled fingers. 

He returned his finger to your cunt, slowly dragging it up and down your folds, ghosting your clit. He kept a playful look on his face as your face contorted in please and your back arched. This wasn’t enough to make you cum, he knew that but he loved watching you unravel because of him. He felt powerful knowing his touch drove you wild. It was different than when you were both out in public and he would place his head on your head, towering over you and showing everyone who you belonged to. This was simply about control, about knowing he had you in the palm of his hand, metaphorically and physically. 

As you squirmed on the couch, he felt his cock throb against his boxer but it wasn’t about him right now, it was about you, his love, his baby, his everything. With his index finger, he pressed down on your clit and gently massaged it. You sighed and tugged on his white locks. 

“So pretty,” he mumbled, “all mine.”

“P-please, Satoru, I need you,” you begged again.

“Do you now? Well, how could I deny the prettiest girl in the world the pleasure of an orgasm from me, Satoru Gojo, the greatest sorcerer who has ever lived,” he teased. 

You wanted to slap the stupid grin off his face but the ache in between your legs was too much, you need him. He dove back into your cunt and began sucking on your clit again and inserted two fingers into your hole. He curled them again and again, each time driving you closer to the edge. You closed your eyes, your toes curled, and your moans filled the air. Satoru pushed further into your cunt, sucking and licking harder than before. 

The combination of his tongue and his fingers was too much. You felt your release build, the pressure was overwhelming. He pressed his tongue against your aching clit and began quicking lapping at the bundle of nerves. You wrapped your legs around Satoru’s lean shoulders and grinded on his face. He knew you were close so he picked up his pace and groaned. As the vibrations of his voice echoed through your body, you felt the sweet sensation of relief. Your inner thighs shook and your mouth contorted into an ‘O’. He kept his tongue on your clit as you rode out your high. Eventually, you loosened your hold around his head and sighed into the couch.

He chuckled and left small kisses on your stomach, chest, and neck until he reached your lips. He planted and long and deep kiss and with one large hand, he caressed your breast and brushed his thumb across your nipples. You grabbed his face and kissed him back, letting your tongue gently bump with his. You placed your leg across his back and pushed the hair away from his forehead. 

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He looked at you with his piercing gaze. “I know.”

You slapped his toned bicep. “Actually, I hate you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Even better, wanna hate fuck?”

You laughed and tossed your head back to stare out the window. The sun was beginning to set and you could see a few stars shining through the purple haze of the oncoming night sky. Satoru kissed the crook of your neck lazily and slowly, you sighed in contentment. 

“I love you,” he whispered into your skin.

You smirked. “How could you not?”

He quickly grabbed your arms and pinned them over your head, his knees on either side of your body. His lanky body completely covering yours and he stared at you with amusement in his blue eyes. 

“Feeling feisty are we?” he teased. 

You opened your legs and stared back at him, taunting him. 

“What’re you gonna do ‘bout it?” you teased back. 

He laughed breathlessly, “Ah, my love, such a good question. I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy all night until your screaming my name, telling me to stop.”

You swallowed and tried to hide your nervousness. When he said he was going to fuck you senseless all night, he meant it and you knew you in for it now. But there was nowhere else you wanted to be than on this couch with Satoru.

[mossharpy]

Do u know any TOH fics where it focuses on human culture/Luz being different? I can't find any :(

i've got two! but then this prompt took me by the hands and i ended up writing my own little drabble.

from ao3:

crossing paths by Vikingfangirl23 | 2991 Words | One-Shot | Summary: Luz deals with bullies, Owlbert's been following her longer than she realizes.

It's Just Hair by foolish_snail | 1889 Words | One-Shot | Summary: Luz is tired of getting bullied for her hair. May as well do something about it.

from me (under read more):

Willow and Gus were avoiding her. It was frustrating; all day they’d been skirting around her questions and attempts to confront them about their unusually skittish behavior. They told each other everything—why was this time different? Luz had briefly worried she’d done something to upset Willow, who tended to still be sore about how much time she was spending with Amity.

Luz understood where the witch was coming from, she’d be upset if her best friend started dating her ex-bully too. But, if that was the case, why was Gus avoiding her? Gus was brutally honest about his feelings; he wore his heart on his sleeve. Willow was more closed off, but Gus was always willing to play middleman if a miscommunication occurred. Even worse, when she’d asked them about wanting to sit together at lunch, the two came up with some on-the-spot excuse about having detention. Luz loved her friends, but they were terrible liars.

But she didn’t push. Luz let them go.

The human poked her PB&J, sighing. She didn’t like being ignored.

Fridays were usually her favorite day of the week. She loved Hexside—don’t get her wrong—more than she’d ever loved school, but on Fridays, as soon as school let out, Willow and Gus would follow her back to the Owl House. There, they’d begin their usual ritual of eating far too much junk food and watching crappy Boiling Isles reality TV. It was fun, it was their chance to put aside all their worries, about school, about magic, about getting home, and let loose.

Their distance made Luz think her friends weren’t willing to hang out that night.

A plastic tray gently found a place next to her, and Luz let her eyes wander upward to land on the face of her girlfriend. She smiled, worries abandoned, and focus turned toward Amity, who nervously pulled a string of lavender hair from her face, a pale blush creeping over her nose and tinging her face.

“Are Willow and Gus joining us?” She spoke formally, a trait the witch often defaulted to when trying to hide how flustered she was.

The question made Luz frown, and she let her head fall against the lunch table. “They’ve got better things to do.”

Amity nodded, taking Luz’s hand under the table, and hesitantly letting their fingers intertwine. “I guess they would be busy, what, with the party, they’re planning and all.”

“…Party?”

The purple-haired witch made a small face, “You didn’t know? Gus has been talking my ear off all day about it.” She conjured her scroll to show her girlfriend, gesturing to the dozens of unread penstagram messages she’d likely chosen to ignore.

“The two of them have been insufferable today, how am I supposed to know the difference between Pep Ph.D. and Dr Fizz? And what in Titan’s name is a clown.” She threw up her hands, irritated, before resigning to letting them sit crossed over her chest.

Luz shrugged, still staring at the number of messages, “Pep tastes kinda like barbecue sauce if it was carbonated, Dr Fizz is sweeter, bubblier, and by far the better soda. And clowns are a staple of every good party.”

Amity looked slightly baffled, like she wasn’t expecting Luz to have an opinion either, then gently took her scroll back to rapidly text a message to Gus.

“…What’s the party for?” The words came out muffled, and slightly anxious. She wanted to help, she was a great party planner—Willow knew that, Gus knew that, why were they leaving her out?

“Oh,” Amity was stilly texting, “I think Gus’s birthday is coming up.”

“WHAT?” Luz slammed her hands on the cafeteria table, startling Amity and bringing the attention of the rest of the lunchroom to both of them, various Hexside students glaring or staring, judgingly.

Amity gently brought her hands to Luz’s shoulders, pulling the human back into her seat and nervously laughing. Said human leaned in, close, raising a hand to her mouth to whisper.

“What do you mean Gus’s birthday is coming up?” She was his friend; she should be an expert in these kinds of things! No wonder he and Willow had been avoiding her, they probably didn’t want to break the news to her that she had forgotten one of her best friends’ birthday.

“The party is this weekend,” Amity supplied, mimicking her girlfriend’s hushed tone. “They’ve been sending out invitations on penstagram all day.”

She turned her scroll toward Luz again, this time, a fun-looking, brightly colored invitation with a doodle drawing of Gus throwing confetti, sprawled across her penstagram dashboard. The specific details were cut out, but she could see that Amity was right—the party was this Saturday.

A small knot formed in Luz’s stomach. She couldn’t get a scroll—they were too intertwined with witch magic, and without a bile sack, it was hard to get one. Normally, if she really wanted to see what was going on, she’d ask Eda to borrow hers, but she didn’t have one of her own. Gus knew that, so did Willow. Did they not want her there? Why wouldn’t they give out invitations in person? Why were they hiding this from her?

She slumped onto the table, burying her face in her arms.

“I guess, well—” Amity faltered, catching up on her girlfriend’s sudden deflation, “It is his thirteenth birthday.”

Luz cringed.

“No, no,” Her girlfriend continued, “It’s his thirteenth birthday, Luz.”

She stared, blankly. “I don’t get what you mean. Why are you saying ‘thirteenth’ like that?”

“Oh shoot,” Amity face-palmed, a pointed ear twitching, “Of course you wouldn’t have the thirteenth, I forget how fragile humans are.”

“Hey,” Luz dragged out the word, scowling, “We’re not fragile, we’re just not meant to digest fairies or survive boiling water.”

Her girlfriend snickered, “Like I said, fragile. Anyways, when a witch turns thirteen, you have to go through some… trials.”

“I like trials,” Luz mumbled.

Amity smiled, fondly, then grimaced, “They’re not fun trials, Luz. A witch’s thirteenth birthday is said to be cursed; you have to spend the day with bad luck, and if you manage to survive, at the end of the day you can throw a party, celebrating your ability to wield magic and become a real witch. It’s a rite of passage.”

She ‘oohed’, “That sounds cool. Why wouldn’t Gus tell me about it?”

The purple-haired girl made a face, “I’m not sure. You’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, even if you are… squishy. I’m confident in your ability to survive the death threats of a thirteenth.”

Resting her chin in the palm of her hand, Luz grumbled. “Thank you.”

She moped the rest of the school day.

When her final class came, and the last bell screamed, Luz sulked, taking her time to put away her spell books and potions, slowly zipping her bag and slowly tucking away her pencils. She wasn’t looking forward to walking home alone.

Her feet felt heavy, footsteps echoing down the bustling hallway as other students excitedly talked about their weekend plans. She tried to ignore every whisper of ‘party’, flipping her cowl up to hide her face. Normally, Luz didn’t mind people staring. At home, she got enough of it already, but in the Boiling Isles being the only human made her feel… important.

She didn’t feel important right now.

Her hand gently pushed the front door of the school open, light momentarily blinding her as her eyes got adjusted to the outdoors.

“Luz!” An excited voice called her name, forcing her head to instinctively turn toward the offending noise.

Suddenly, two bodies were tackling her, and Luz found herself toppling to the ground.

“Ohmigosh, are you okay?” A very frantic Gus clambered from their pile of entangled limbs, pushing himself and Willow off of Luz.

“Wha—Gus? Willow? What are you guys doing here?” She blinked a few times, rubbing at the arm she had stupidly hit on the stone ground. Dumb human arms, always getting injured. “I thought you would’ve been getting ready for the party.”

They both cringed.

“Oh… you found out about that?” Willow fiddled with the hem of her skirt, looking away from the human’s face.

Luz felt her face get hot. She was not going to cry about this. Absolutely not. “Of course, I found out! What I wanna know is why my two best friends decided I’m not cool enough to go to their really scary thirteenth birthday party? I know Gus has to go through dangerous trials, and like, prove himself and whatever, but I’m tough! I can take it.”

Gus looked between her and Willow, as if debating whether he should say something. A beat of silence passed.

“Of course, I want you at my party,” the younger witch finally spoke, “actually, that’s what we were coming to talk to you about—”

He scratched the back of his neck, pausing briefly.

“Eda told us that humans don’t have bad luck rituals on their thirteenth birthday, so we—well—we may have—”

“It’s a double party!” Willow interrupted, face quickly turning bright pink. “Sorry, sorry! I’ve been dying of anticipation all day.”

She pulled a rolled-up parchment from her bag, unfurling it to show Luz an edited version of Gus’s party invitation. This one included a small doodle of Luz as well as Gus, both donning matching party hats and throwing confetti. At the bottom, the date and time were clearly listed.

Saturday, 9:00pm, The Owl House.

Luz’s eyes widened, a large grin forming on her face.

“You guys!” She d’awwed, pulling them into a group hug.

“We didn’t want you to miss out, and Eda said you’d be able to handle all the bad luck just fine, and King’s okay with it as long as we bubble-wrap you, and we didn’t want to miss your birthday in case you had to go home before we can celebrate—” Gus cut his own rambling off, taking a breath.

“We got a clown!” Willow laughed, excitedly clapping.

Gus nodded enthusiastically, repeating her, “We got a clown!”

“Is this why you were texting Amity all those weird questions?”

Her friends both gasped, Gus especially offended, “I wanted to be as accurate as possible, the party is human-themed after all. Amity wasn’t supposed to tell you about it! That’s the point of a surprise party.”

“Eda was setting up pre-birthday decorations at the Owl House for tonight’s sleepover.” Willow added.

“Sleepover?” Luz repeated, awestruck. “Oh, my Azura, you guys are the best.”

The three kids hugged again, laughing about their birthday schemes. Human or not, Luz should’ve known better than to think her best friends would exclude her like that.

This was going to be the best Friday ever.

[pillowbelphs]

First Impressions

Genre: Comedy, a little bit of fluff if you squint

word count: 700

anonymous asked: Could you write something for number 18 and Barbatos please? Thanks.

Fluff prompt number 18. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.” from this list

Author’s note: if you have any other requests, feel free to drop by my inbox!! happy reading!

xoxo moon

You had only met Barbatos once or twice—Though both times were in passing, so you never got to give a proper introduction. You saw him roaming around Diavolo most of the time, and though you knew Diavolo was kind, you were too nervous to bug the Demon Prince, or the man who seemed to be his right-hand man. 

You and the brothers, though, were invited to the castle of the Demon Prince, for a welcoming party for all of the new exchange students.

You were nervous, to say the least—you were unsure of how to act at the castle of the demon prince, and you knew that Mammon would attempt to steal some valuables, so you had to keep your eye on him, as Lucifer deemed you his “keeper”.

You dressed nicely, a-la the advice of the demon brothers, and went on your way to the castle.

When you arrived, Diavolo greeted you with open arms. “(y/n), our newest exchange student!” he smiled, patting your back, “i’m so glad you can make it! Feel free to walk around the property, there’s a really pretty garden outside! Make yourself at home! There’s a buffet table ov—“

“Buffet?" Beel asked, following Diavolo’s finger to where the table of assorted foods sat, quickly making his way over there.

As the demon brothers all spread out to eat or mingle, Mammon wandered over to you.

“C’mon, (y/n),” Mammon said, grabbing your arm, “If you’re my keeper, that means you have to be my accomplice in this.”

Mammon dragged you to the depths of the house and into a tiny room, trying to get you to help you steal, but you refused to put anything in your pockets.

“No, Mammon!” you whispered, watching as he grabbed what seemed to be a small, but expensive-looking candle holder. “Can we please just get out of here? Please?”

“Damn, human!” he said, very gently pushing you towards the door, “You don’t have to steal with me if you don’t want to, but you need to do something! So go be on look out!”

“Ugh!” you groaned, Mammon shutting the door behind you as he continued to ransack the room. As you turned around, you were met with a semi-familiar face.

“AH!” You screamed, making Barbatos chuckle a bit as he rose an eyebrow at you. You didn’t want to bean accomplice to Mammon, but—

“Hey,” you stuttered, leaning against the door frame in attempts to act casual. You, of course, did not look casual.  “You come here often?”

“Well, Considering I work here, yes,”  Barbatos nodded, a small smirk stilly playing on his lips as he watched you. He looked at the door, almost as if he was looking inside of the room, and then looked back at you.

“Is Mammon in there?”

“Yeah.” 

You didn’t even try and deny it. You simply moved to the side and allowed Barbatos in.

Once Barbatos had successfully dragged Mammon out of the room and into Lucifer’s line of sight, you sat in the kitchen with him.

“How did you get mixed up in that?” Barbatos asked, standing on one side of the island, while you sat at the other.

“Lucifer claimed that I was his ‘keeper’”, you said, throwing up air quotes around the word as Barbatos passed you a water, “So he drags me into all of his ideas. I’m usually able to talk him out of it, but this time I couldn’t.”

“You’re a good friend,” Barbatos said, “At least Mammon has someone who looks out for him and tries to talk him out of doing things he shouldn’t be doing.”

Barbatos walked over to you, a tray of cookies in his hand. “I made them myself. they’re edible, I promise.”

“I’m sorry that this was our proper first meeting,” you mentioned, taking a cookie off the tray before he set it aside, “I swear i’m not always trying to steal things from various castles.”

“I know,” he hummed, taking a seat next to you at the island, “We may not speak, but I do see you around campus. I know that you’re kind.”

He smiled at you, watching as you munched on the cookie.

“Don’t worry about that being our first meeting. In fact—“

He turned his body to you, sticking his hand out towards you, “Hello, It’s nice to meet you. I’m Barbatos, I work here, for the Demon Prince. And you might be?”

You smiled back at him, taking his hand delicately.

“(y/n). It’s nice to meet you, Barbatos.”