#screaming anon

[my-castles-crumbling]

Here to vent, sorry lol.

Okay so I'm non-binary but, I still have my period.

Which means along with debilitating cramps, The urge to hurl every five seconds, random muscle aches and rampant mood swings, I get slapped with a wave of depression and dysphoria. It sucks. And all my female friends are like "oh it's not that bad." But it is. It is. And I can't not be 'friends' with these people because I don't have anybody else. I'm stressed af right now, in case you hadn't guessed

- screaming anon

Hi hon!

Ugh, I get this on a spiritual level.

Is there anything in particular that helps you with your dysphoria? Certain outfits, hairstyles, or makeup? I think during the times you get your periods, it might be a good idea to make sure you make time for those things.

Also, would it be possible to talk to a doctor about gender-affirming care? I know I used to be on a birth control that made it so I only got my period 4 times a year. Less periods might mean less dysphoria?

But yeah, I get how you feel, and it sucks to get that monthly reminder...I'm always here, if you need to vent! <3

[jongseongsnudes]

I AM SCREAMING YOU MEAN WE ARE GETTINF FED WITH ANOTHER STEPBRO UD???? CRYING AND THROWING UP RIGHT NOW. CAN I GET A SPOILER IN REPLACE OF A GOODNIGHT KISS? I LOVE YOU

this is my dear screaming anon again isn't it? 😂😂 okay i'll give you a goodnight spoiler 😉 goodnight~

“what did i say about pouting?” his words confused you, entirely because you didn’t even know you were pouting to begin with. it had become such a natural habit of yours, pouting whenever you didn’t know what to do. like right now.

“i- i’m n-”

“you are. you know i hate it.”

“okay what if i am? what are you going to do about it?” you’re suddenly braver than usual, biting back at the man almost immediately. maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s that you’ve actually become braver... or maybe it’s because you just wanted to push his buttons, to see how he’d react to you speaking up for once.

to see how he’d react to a brattier you.

“do you really want to know, step sis?”

-

[unknownspecies]

INSPIRED FROM A BINGE READ OF YOUR CONTENT, BUT I FOUND THIS ONE THOUGHT AND I NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD BECAUSE

Ushijima likes to admit that he's handsome but only when it comes to you having some effect of it right?

Cue him actually starting to like to take care of himself better, just to have you more closer to him, if that's even possible. He went all out by getting new skincare, body lotions, the best sunscreen he could find, sheet masks and what not.

Just to push things randomly into your face and be flustered himself. like he would genuinely be fully flushed at the thought of you caressing his face, but on the outside, he shows that he is just interested in skincare. (bubby hasn't learnt how to effectively explain and communicate his latest addiction: you)

So when he brings you to the bathroom, let's you sit on the counter while you bite on your lip trying to figure out exactly how to use the product, he will stand there, just looking at you concentrate. Really just being glad that someone is taking care of him, since no one has really done that except a few people in his life.

And once you figure out and flash him that 'I did it' smile, a smile naturally extends to his face. Cut to him literally looking like a huge soft puppy when you touch his face to apply the clay mask.

"Why can't you use your fingers to apply instead of this thing" "Toshi this thing is made for applying the mask" "But your fingers are softer"

"No don't apply too close to my lips" "Toshi i need to cover your entire face hun" "No" "Why not" "I can't kiss you if that's on my mouth" (Has the most stoic face as he says this, but seeing you blush, he slips in his flushed side as well)

I have more thoughts and i need to turn them into a fic but YOU

NOW I SHALL BE THINKING ABOUT TAKING CARE OF TOSHI ALL DAY THANKYOU

MWAH

- SCREAMING ANON

OMG ANON SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER 😭

but im here now so lets see >:)

dude. yes. I stand by the fact that Ushijima Wakatoshi visually takes care of himself only when he starts seeing you flustered. You know damn well he did a bunch of research on skincare before he bought a bunch of products. He asked his teammates, went on websites online, and even watched a few skin routine videos on youtube before he did a big haul.

AND OMG. him just shoving products in your face and pretending it's not because he wants you to touch him 😩. It's not that he's pretending to not care about you, just like anon said, its just that he doesn't know how to properly say that "I just want you to touch me" (i wanna love you, i wanna feel you, i wanna touch and kiss and caress you ! 💀)

Ushijima would definitely love being doted on by you as well. He's in love with the feelings of your fingers grazing over his face as you see which products to use.

You'd be sitting on the counter holding the box of some random face mask he bought, face scrunched in concentration as you're reading the instructions. And your other hand? Its resting on his jaw, thumb softly going back and forth. The moment you want to take your hand away from him, he'll lay his palm over your hand, keeping it in place.

Eventually you'll realize exactly why he bought a bunch of skin care products, but by then you'll already have a routine ;) mind you, this routine mainly involves you doing both your own and ushi's skin care.

He'll also fall in love with one more habit that you made: spa days. It started when he came home from practice super sore. You decided to do a full care routine for him. Face masks, a small mani pedi (it was just you clipping and filing his nails, and putting some of the nail strengthener polish on them), and the best part: a full body massage. You bought a bottle of mixed oils so that you could help him completely relax. And oh did he enjoy it.

He enjoyed how your hands felt on him, and how you helped him relax. He enjoyed how your face was red as you massaged his shoulders, his arms, his back, his thighs. He enjoyed how even though your voice was stuttering, how you were struggling to breath and even swallow you own saliva, you're hands never faltered and continued putting pressure on where he was sore.

The second time this happened, Ushi just wanted some attention 🥺, so he pretended to be much more sore than he was so that he could have you touch him again. Thus came the routine that happened once every one or two months.

Either way. Toshi is a sucker for you and your touch. Which is exactly why he'll never use the products himself. And the only way you'll convince him to put the mask on his lips as well is because a) you'll be doing the mask over your lips as well (despite him using some horrible reasons not to) and b0 you claim that his lips will be even softer for you to kiss. And well, he wouldn't mind waiting an hour or two (he would mind very much).

[character-selecton]

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-SCREAMING ANON

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[cake-wlk]

HELLO YOU CAN CALL ME X OR JUST LIKE SCREAMING ANON BUT I AM CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH UR MERBEDO AU SPECIFICALLY DORIAN BC I LOVE LONELY LITTLE (BIG) GUYS </3

AETHER BREAKING DOWN DORIAN’S WALLS AND DORIAN DESPERATELY WANTING AND NEEDING TO LET AETHER IN EVEN THO HES SCARED TO- SCRWAMS

aether definitely will have trouble gaining his trust... though, there's no knowing what will happen around a large merm with trauma and trust issues

i'm sure they'll be fine... probably 🤭

[justanechoflower]

*Dark is screaming in a corner.

1/10 - T-pose

[stevexharringtonx]

NOT THW DIRTY SNEAKERS I CANT WITJ HIM

This one sent me

[lusty-minus-luce]

IM ACTUALLY NOT IN THE DISCORD BUT ITS NICE TO KNOW THE MODS ARE FELLOW FASCIATION KNOWERS

(I brought up the topic of fasciation, actually! It was me being curious about what it would look like if a human could develop fasciation)

[simonrillleyyysss]

thots on könig with a smaller reader who cums way too quickly, and könig holding her orgasm out? :( ☀️

no pressure -- ignore or delete, sweetheart <33 💐💗🌷

omg hi orla!! thank u 4 ur request :3

he is so, soso cruel— he knows how sensitive you are, and likes to take advantage of that constantly:(( likes to abuse his power over you during sex!!

he has his nails digging into the flesh of your hips, freehand digging your face into the mound of pillows beneath your head, soft babbles and huffs leaving your heaving chest, breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust he gives your sore cunt, his thumb has been circling at ur clit for hours

but he just won’t let you cum :((

“köni—köni please..”

a chuckle erupted from the redheads throat, hoarse voice rasping in your ear, hips continuing to slap violently against your own, your legs almost buckling beneath you— all you could do was hold onto the bedsheets and let out cries, drool spreading along the fabric!!

“come on, mein herz.. you can hold it, ja?”

if you cum without his permission?? oh gosh!! he’s shoving his cock down your throat and fucking your pretty mouth, lips wrapped round his cock till he’s cumming in your mouth, making you clean up all of his warm spurts

“that’s it, schatz—dirty whore, you like this?”

yanks you up by your hair and shoves two fingers down ur throat to make sure you’ve swallowed it all

if you don’t cum like he said— you’re so good! he’ll press a hand to your clit, listening to ur little cry, legs shaky and eyes hazy with need; his length battering your cunny with no shame—clit twitching as he rubbed quick circles

wont stop until you’re squirting all over his abdomen, trembling and sobbing with overwhelming pleasure

[jongseongsnudes]

THE NI KI VIDEOOOO IM SCREAMINGGGGF MORE PLEASE 🙏

(im the screaming anon)

omg my screaming anon! been so long 😭💖

lmao yessss more coming soon

[unknownspecies]

IF YOU EVER CHANGE YOUR PROFILE PHOTO

JUST PLEASE DONT DO IT. NOW IN MY MIND U ARE THE COMBINATION OF HIMBO DRAKEN AND MIKEY AND NO ONE CAN STATE OTHERWISE.

IF YOU EVER CHANGE UR FACE NOW JUST KNOW THAT YOU'D HAVE TO PUBLICALLY DECLARE THAT CRIME.

THANKYOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY ILY VERY MUCHO

- SCREAMING (FOREVER) ANON

LMAO its amazing that im represented by two idiots but honestly… fair enough 💀💀💀

BAIDJD BUT YES NO CRIME SHALL BE COMMITED ANY TIME SOON

YW AND ILYT MWAH

[character-selecton]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-SCREAMING ANON

Hold up I need to breathe

[nibbelraz]

sqh has two god powers. accidentally changing the world by saying something, and any time he's more stressed than he can physically take anymore he pulls a bocchi scream. glitch effect and all. "Shang-shixiong, why don't you meet with other sect leaders? What do you think, sect leader?" "Oh yes, our trade and intersect reputation could benefit greatly from- SHANG SHIDI?????" nightmare fuel situation. he acts 100% fine when they say he doesnt have to, like it never happened.

IM ACTUALLY SO OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA HE'S DOING A BOCCHI SCREAM WHEN HE'S TOO OVERWHELMED OR DOESNT WANT TO DO STUFF ANON THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

He's just a little tired, nothing like an all-powerful god screeching to inhuman levels that beings can't comprehend

[tojisun]

thinking about biker! simon going out with his girl and the other guys at a biker bar. reader hasn't really seen how scared people are of simon - who they all call ghost - until she goes to get him another drink. while she's at the bar, a guy comes over trying to hit on her. then this hulking, 6'4 guy in a skull mask appears and the guy is ready to run out of the bar. simon didn't even have to talk just glare. while readers like ???

ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE THIS WAS SENT IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING NOW :(( BUT YES ABSOLUTELY YES!! my stomach swooped when i saw this hhhhh im actually kicking my legs n twirling my hair n everythingg!!

naturally, im bad at making drabbles because this turned out long again :’) im sorry

biker!simon mlist // star divider by @/plutism <33

simon’s hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you further into the bar. you shuffle along his languid steps, head swivelling as you try to find familiar faces in the crowd – so far, none yet.

simon chuckles from beside you, and you peer up at him only to see his eyes crinkled from underneath his balaclava, no doubt smiling at you. he bows his head closer towards yours, trying, in vain, to devour as much of the space made by the height difference between you two.

“what?”

“nothin’, sweet girl.” he presses his covered lips on the top of your head, breathing you in. “come on, i see ‘em.”

he shifts the two of you, the hand that’s settled on the small of your back gliding until it hooks around your waist, pulling you ever so closer to him. protective. possessive. it makes you hum in delight, happiness thrumming underneath your skin.

(you don’t notice the way many people shift to get out of simon’s way; heads downturned as though afraid of even meeting his eyes. you don’t notice the way they turn to each other when you two passed by, as though making sure that it was simon they saw. simon – ghost – with a sweet darling pressed to his side, his bulk warding away stray gazes. you don’t notice the way they huddle with each other, whispering promises that ghost’s girl should always be protected. because yes they fear ghost, but more than that, loyalty to each other is stronger.)

he leads you towards a small pack by the far side, the table doused less in light than the rest of the bar. johnny’s already turned towards you and simon, watching with a grin as you two make it across. kyle’s seated beside him, the younger man leaned to watch the ongoing hockey game. then you see the back of john’s familiar head, his beloved boonie slung around his neck.

“finally made it, huh lass?” johnny says in greeting, snagging the attention of both kyle and john, the two of them chiming in their own hello’s. you smile, waving at them as you claim the empty seat between simon and john.

“had to make a quick stop at 7-11,” simon responds, his hand curling at one of the legs of your chair before pulling you towards him. the metal squeaks against the tiles, the sound thankfully drowned out by the loud bass.

“oh did you?” john asks, ignoring whatever simon did given how they’re all so used to his soft displays of possessiveness. he offers you a smile when you turn to him with a nod.

“had to buy, um, medicine for my stomachache.”

it’s endearing how their faces shift so fast, little smiles falling as worry takes over. even simon, whose hand is draped on your thigh, tenses, gripping as though he was remembering how he heard your pained whimper or saw you sniffling as the ache echoed, throbbing just below your ribs, choking you up.

“are you feeling any better? did it subside now, at least?” kyle asks.

you nod, quick to reassure them. “the medicine worked! i’m feelin’ better, i promise!”

they relax, tensed shoulders going lax as life flutters back into the table. you smile before sinking ever so closer to simon’s side, shying away from the intensity of their affections for you – your own little band of brotherhood, visceral in the way they care for you.

simon’s grip loosens on your thigh, choosing instead to massage the muscle tenderly. you hum, turning to ask him what he’s getting.

“whiskey, maybe,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by his mask. “you getting your bellini today, love?”

“yes please,” you reply, blinking up at him.

his eyes crinkle again, a telltale sign of his smile, before he pats your thigh and gets up to place the order.

you turn to the group, tuning into johnny’s rambling, listening to him recounting his rally. it was the one you weren’t able to go to because of work, johnny having to reassure you multiple times (even through text) that it’s fine that you’re missing it. so you listened, enraptured, nose scrunching in confusion whenever johnny slips into heavy scottish in his excitement.

“english, mactavish,” simon sighs as he falls back to his seat, startling you. you see johnny flip him off and you make eye contact with kyle, sharing twin looks of exasperation.

simon slides you your bellini and you whisper a thanks, trilling when he noses the top of your head again – your clingy boy.

the conversation rises and falls, sometimes leaving your mind wandering when they start talking about shop, sometimes catching your attention so much that you find yourself leaning on the table, breathless and wide-eyed as you listen to their bike stories – johnny had continued about his rally, kyle talked about the repairs he did for a client who he’s sure is on the run, and john shared that horrifying experience he had on his way home where he thinks he saw a floating woman by the east side highway.

“your turn, big guy,” you say, tapping simon’s knee.

simon finishes his whiskey – his balaclava tugged just enough to show his chin and his lips – before plopping the empty glass on the table with a sigh. you huff a fond laugh, knowing that one glass isn’t enough to satiate the thirst so you dust imaginary dirt off your skirt before standing up.

he tilts his head up in question, arm still hooked around your waist.

“gonna grab us more drinks,” you say. “oh, tell ‘em about the gas station incident!”

he grunts, nodding, and yet he refuses to budge. you fondly roll your eyes and turn to the others. “drinks?”

they all shake their head, johnny specifically saying he’d have to order for himself because he’d want to try the house specialties. you nod, pinching simon’s arm as you dance away from him with a bitten grin, before making your way to the bar.

you prattle away your order, telling the bartender to add the tab to your table, and hover, swaying to the music. it’s a foreign rock band playing, the bass and drums reverberating loudly, you can feel the vibrations pulsing along your body, and you almost get lost in your own thoughts when a hand slides to your back.

you startle, mind quickly cataloguing that this isn’t simon. because simon, for all his impressive silence and his displays of possessiveness, never sneaks up on you like this. he has never let you doubt your safety while with him. so you back away from the stranger’s touch, your hands pressed close to your chest before finally turning to see who went up to you.

the man, who seems to be about your age, smiles upon seeing your face. “hey there, angel.”

the pet name makes you nauseous and your stomach churns once again. you have to ask for the medicine from simon when you return to the table.

“hi,” you squeak, not letting him off your sight.

“you seem new here. i am too.” he laughs, scratching his neck. then, “it really ain’t my scene.”

“uh-huh,” you say, not knowing what else to tell him.

his chuckles peter out, a suave smile replacing what had been an awkward display of forced laughter. he clears his throat. “so, what’s a sweet thing like you doing alone here?”

“she ain’t alone, kid,” the bartender answers for you and you turn to him, surprised, before thanking him as he presents you with your whiskey and bellini.

the bartender nods to you in reply before crossing his arms in front of his chest and addresses the stranger again. “go bother someone else.”

the man arches a brow in question, his lips pursing in distaste. “oh yeah? she seems pretty available to me.”

the phrase hits you badly.

your anxiousness bleeds away to make room for your ire and you snarl, dropping your hands from where they’re pressed on your chest to rest them on your hips.

“what did you just say?” you ask, your voice a measured anger. “i’m fucking what now?”

he raises his hands up like he’s pacifying you. “hey, hey. didn’t mean that, my pretty girl-”

“she’s not your anything, you mad wanker.”

the sound of simon’s voice makes you settle, a wave of safety and comfort washing over you, dousing the angry churning in the pit in your stomach. simon steps from behind the stranger, towering over him, before moving to stand beside you. his hand hovers, questioning, and you give him a soft nod that gets simon pulling you close to him. his hand falls to the small of your back, caressing, and you wonder if he knows that the man had grazed his hand there just minutes ago. if simon’s doing this to overwrite the unpleasant feeling that was sticking to you.

“oh,” the stranger breathes out and you notice the way his hands are trembling, the tight balls of his fists turning his knuckles white. “i, uh, i’m sorry, ghost.” then he’s off, running out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs.

you huff at the realization that the mad man didn’t even apologize to you. what a fucking prick.

“you doin’ alright there, baby?” simon asks, pulling you to him. he settles on an empty bar stool – you are sure those were filled just minutes ago… – and tugs you so that you are standing between his legs.

he cups your cheeks, thumbs tracing lines just underneath your eyes, and it makes you drag a shaky inhale.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i should’ve accompanied you.” simon sounds distressed, his eyes furrowed in the intensity of his worry.

you coo at him, it’s your turn to cup his jaw this time. “i’m alright, si. i promise.”

he shifts his eyes between yours, searching for anything besides the truth, and he folds himself into you when he sees that you mean it. you laugh, patting at his head, wishing that he doesn’t have his balaclava so you can play with his hair, before turning to the bartender who, in the sudden absence of customers by the counter, is watching you two with a pinched smile.

“thank you again,” you tell him and he grunts, nodding. simon straightens up and groans as he stands, his big body unaccustomed to the tiny bar stools.

“yeah,” he says, addressing the bartender. “thanks for bein’ here for my girl, alex.”

the bartender – alex – just waves his hand around in dismissal. “it’s nothin’, really. now go away, i want customers.”

simon and alex laugh, sharing an inside joke, and you swivel your head around in confusion because now that alex had mentioned it, where did everyone go? and why are they all huddled together, far from the bar?

simon closes his hand on your wrist and pulls. you barely manage a goodbye to alex who waves at you in reply.

…alex?

“wait. that’s alex?”

best believe that simon has connections anywhere he goes. if not for himself, it’s for his girl!!!

me, shamefully staring at the word count (1.8k) of what should’ve been a drabble: well now…

[stevexharringtonx]

THAT WAS SO SWEET I WANR RO GIVE HIM KIFS THE TRADITIONAL WAY

Somebody got way too excited

[lusty-minus-luce]

PLEASURE CAUSING USB AND ROBOT HACKING KIT AND ROBOT SLEEP MODE CAUSING USB

Okay then.