#comes out as a horror movie enthusiast :3

[jollymalt]

what do i call this?

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[jollyfunvoid]

Bucci gang headcanons

Bruno Bucciarati

-Wes Andersson fan (his comfort movie is Grandhotel Budapest)

-fave era is roaring 20s (aesthetic & music wise)

-listens to electro swing, swing, jazz and blues

-has a very strong sweet tooth. His cravings are so extreme he is able to eat whole giant chocolate on one go and not gain a single kilogram. His favorite ice cream is stracciatella and his go to dessert is tiramisu. If you wanna bribe him, use sweets

-loves Golden Girls (Sofia is his favorite character)

-hardcore Eurovision fan, always prepares for the Eurovision weeks in advance, it's like a holiday for him

-brings small camera with him everywhere he goes, gets very emotional and sentimental when taking pictures, loves to keep all the memories

-shares an old record player with Abbacchio, they collects vinyl records together

-in charge of shared Netflix and Disney+ account

-has an ornamental lower back tattoo which matches the one he has on his chest. Has a lot of tattoos all over his body in general

-is very good at sailing and has a captain's licence. As a kid he used to be obsessed with pirates, he still lowkey fantasizes about life at sea

-surprisingly a very good dancer and hella skilled belly dancer. He is also very flexible

-Caterina Caselli number 1 fan

-drinks a lot of coffee, never starts a day without a cup of cappuccino

-obsessed with candles

-as a kid he used to build wooden ship models with his dad. Now as an adult he still does it sometimes, when he is not too busy

-bought himself a sewing machine because he is really into fashion and wanted to start making his own clothes. Isn't very good at it tho, his sewing skills are poor, so he always ends up zipping everything up with his stand and then acts like that's how the "sewn" piece is supposed to look like

-has a sweet melodic laugh

-extremely flirty, he is a snarky little shit who loves to tease others

-"Oh my god look at the sky! The colors are so beautifl!" *takes a picture* "And the clouds? Wow!" *takes another picture* "Guys, come look at the sunset!" *takes 20 more pictures*

-has a very low alcohol tolerance (3 glasses in and he is under the table)

-although he seems like a very well put together person, he is very messy and tends to misplace things, especially when he creates extra storage with zippers he can't find anything. He calls it "organized chaos"

-can easily sneak up on others, he just silently spawns out of nowhere. Is it his natural ability or is Sticky Fingers involved? No one knows

-is able to talk his way out of anything, uses his charm to his advantage a lot. Also the master of puppy eyes

-suffers from PTSD because of the attack on his father, that's why he always sleeps with a knife under his pillow. Everytime he hears noises in the middle on the night he gets paranoid that someone is hiding in or sneaking into his home with the intention of harming him and his love ones. When the panic attacks hit him really hard, he irrationally makes extra safety precautions, such as blocking doors with furniture or leaving the lights on. Also has trouble sleeping in unknown places because he feels vulnerable and exposed to potential dangers, he is always in a state of high alert.

-his favorite season is winter, he enjoys Christmas the most because he loves giving presents and being with his family. He definitely plays an old Ella Fitgerald vinyl records during Christmas time

Leone Abbacchio

-tea lover, his favorite is earl grey

-doesn't like sweets, however he enjoys dried fruit (especially figs)

-Narancia is his favorite kid

-movies enthusiast, has seen sooo many movies and is the biggest critic. He has a Letterboxd account where he writes reviews. Loves watching old horror movies the most because of the gothic aesthetic, but DC movies have a very special place in his heart

-hardcore Depeche Mode, Calabrese and London After Midnight fan

-goes jogging every morning

-after getting sober he tries to look after his diet more, thanks to Bruno

-knows a lot about occult stuff

-secretly watches RuPaul's drag race with Trish

-owns a motorcycle

-named his stand after Bruno's favorite music genre to honor everything Bruno has done for him

-takes very cold and brisk showers

-taught all the boys how to drive

-thanks to Mista he became a huge Gorillaz fan

-since Moody Blues doesn't have lips, she communicates with him via symbols on her digital forehead screen

-never puts down his headphones

-has a playlist for literally any occasion. Tends to gatekeep music, you have to be very special if he shows you his playlists. Has made a playlist for each member of the Bucci gang, the only one who knows is Bruno (Leone created him multiple playlists, they even have a shared one, which they play when they are alone)

-his skin is very prone to bruising

-Moody Blues also allows him to see fragments of the past when he touches various items, he is able to sense the overall vibe and emotions of their owner and the situation they were in while using the item.

-his clothes may be dark, but I know for a fact his socks and underwear are colorful af, wild patterns all over

-his favorite season is autumn, he loves rainy and foggy weather

-the biggest prankster of the group. Everyone thinks either Narancia or Mista are always responsible for the pranks, but it is actually Leone. No one ever suspects him, because he doesn't look like the type of guy who would enjoy such childish things. And thanks to his stoic appearance he always gets away with it.

-true crime podcast listener. Him and Fugo share this passion and often discuss their favorite podcast shows. Sometimes they watch detective movies together and bet on who will solve the mystery first

Pannacotta Fugo

-reads a lot of crime novels in his free time, always comes up with his own theories and tries to solve the case before the detective (got mistaken only once and couldn't get over it for a long time). His favorite author is Sebastian Fitzek

-loves watching cartoons and animated movies, because he didn't get to enjoy them as a child

-hates horror movies because of loud jumpscares, but doesn't mind gore

-drinking green tea helps him to calm down

-gets sunburnt easily

-either never gets ill, or is sick for several weeks straight

-developed not only respiratory, but also digestive problems because of Purpe Haze and feels nauseous a lot (also throws up very often)

-uses make up to cover his facial scars

-his skin is extremely dry

-has a very light sleep, he finds it extremely difficult to share room with others during missions (he is only able to fall asleep with either Bruno or Giorno because they are not noisy sleepers like the others)

-Sheila, Murolo and him have regular sleepovers and movie marathons. They also cook dinner together

-his favorite bands are System of a Down, Slipknot, Bad Omens and Motionless in White

-can't go on rides in amusement parks because he gets sick

-him and Abbacchio visit rage rooms regularly

-always carries a book with him

-chews a lot of bubblegum to release his anger

-everytime the gang travels abroad he is the one who has to translate everything since he knows many foreign languages. He speaks english, french, russian, spanish and norwegian fluently, his pronunciation is so spot on you could barely tell he is not a native speaker. Doesn't have an accent at all. Also knows basics of sign language and cyrillic alphabet. He uses these skills often in Italy too, when he gets approached by strangers on the streets he pretends he is a confused tourist who doesn't undertand italian

-gets overstimulated easily, he is especially sensitive to noises (suffers from misophonia)

-bites ice cream and ice

-"the book was better than the movie" type of person

-picky eater, very cautious with unfamiliar food

-takes extremely hot showers. Whenever he is in the bathroom it ends up looking like a sauna in there. Also the gang has an unwritten rule that if they share a room during a mission, Fugo can use the bathroom first because he hates feeling dirty and has to use the shower immediately, otherwise he will be grumpy and won't shut up about it

-has a nasty skin picking habit, which results in him picking patches of dry skin and scabbed-over cuts and scratches (many of his injuries never fully heal because of this)

-never leaves the house without a hand sanitizer

-fidgets with his hands a lot when he is anxious

-goes to bed first and also wakes up the first

Narancia Ghirga

-vegetarian

-convinced Abbacchio to watch Brooklyn 99 with him (although Leone didn't like it at first, they now binge watch it together). They also watched Breaking Bad and What We Do In The Shadows

-has heterochromia

-thinks Orange Capri Sun is the supreme flavor and refuses to drink any other flavor

-created a shared playlist for the squad, he blasts it everytime the gang travels somewhere (it mostly consist of EDM, trap, phonk and rap)

-always beats everyone in Just Dance game sessions

-wears mismatched socks

-somewhat good at drawing, has a very unique cartoon caricature-like style

-hardcore Marvel fan (loves Guardians of the Galaxy the most), argues with Abbacchio a lot because he likes DC

-Mista, Trish and him had a podcast at some point

-his favorite candy is Kinder Surprise

-makes paper airplanes when bored

-bites people he love

-cries when animal dies in a movie

-suffers from seasonal allergy

-sleeps with tiny Creeper and Enderman Minecraft plushies, he takes them everywhere and even made them an instagram account, where he shares random pictures of them. When someone from the gang goes on a separate mission, he gives one plushie to the group or the individual, so they wouldn't feel lonely. And they also take pictures of the plusie and send them to Narancia.

-speaking of Minecraft, he manages a server where the gang plays together. He even created custom skins for everyone which look like their stands. Since he is the only one without humanoid stand, his skin is Mr. Smith, the pilot or Aerosmith. He wears a jacket with a picture of his stand in the back

-he is afraid of doctors and doesn't like hospitals. Everytime he gets sick or injured, he gets very anxious about his health. He hates dentists the most.

-loves when Fugo reads to him because he has a very smooth audio-book-like voice when he is calm

-experimented with different hair dyes couple of times, Trish and Abbacchio helped him

-die hard South Park fan, quotes the show on daily basis

-steals everyone's clothes. Can't find a shirt? Narancia is wearing it. Your hoodie is missing? It's in Narancia's closet

-has sticky notes all over his room, because if he doesn't have something written down, he will most likely forget it

-surprisingly very strong, the only person from the gang he is not able to lift up is Leone

Giorno Giovanna

-his emotions effect his powers (different flowers grow around him or from his hair when he gets excited, angry or scared), however he manages to control and hide it well

-master builder in The Sims game; doesn't care about the gameplay as such, he just enjoys building the houses and spends hours decorating them. Fugo loves to join his gaming sessions, but he on the other hand doesn't care about the houses or decorations, his goal is to always kill as many sims as possible (he loves to play around with various gruesome mods, which Giorno secretly enjoys watching)

-walking cottage core moodboard aesthetic

-goes on a picnic at least 2 times a week. In general preferst to eat ouside, terrace or garden are his favorite places

-has a very complex skincare routine

-heist movies enthusiast

-Trish got him into astrology and tarot cards

-loves theatre and poetry, even tried to write some poems himself

-writes official Passione documents on typewriter

-installed beehives in the Passione mansion gardens and makes his own honey

-collects dried flowers

-is the best liar in the group

-a bug magnet, there is always some type of insect crawling on his clothes

-him and Fugo have library & bookshop dates, they also visit museums together and exchange random facts about nature. Nerds in love, what can I say

-caramel is his favorite ice cream and dessert toping

-has a small floral tattoo on his wrist

-autistic

-loves taking bubble baths

-takes part in any bet without hesitation, no matter how absurd it is

-very bad dancer, has no rythm, but he is the best singer from the group, his voice is angelic

-very rough driver; hits the breaks hard, pumps up the gas fast and does very sharp turns. Also drives hella fast

-learned how to differentiate the steps of other people (especially the fellow teammates, since they live together). This is an old habit from his childhood.

-he walks very quietly, others barely notice when he walks into a room or when he leaves

-hates the smell of cigarettes

-others think he has a very odd music taste, because he will be singing a song from a Disney movie and within a couple of minutes you can catch him vibing to Banshee. He is forbidden to play his music in the car because it consist of all kinds of genres it makes it almost uncomfortable to listen to. His fellow gang members say his playlists are inconsistent, but they just make sense to Giorno.

-speaking of music, he is a huge fan of Hozier, Die Antwoord, Ghostemane and Little Big

-very creative, his hobbies include all kinds of crafty ativities, such as sewing, embroidering, pottery making, felting, knitting, soap making, candle making…. you name it, if he can create something, he will. And he is very good at it

-extremely fascinated by venomous animals and poisonous plants. The deadlier the better. His obsession with killer plants led to him nicknaming Fugo "his aconito", because he associates the aconite flower with his stand (it disables nerves, lowers blood pressure, and can stop the heart, plus it's purple). His other favorite flowers associated with Fugo and Purple Haze are Nightshade, Love in a mist, Spider lily and Morning glory

-zones out a lot

-sleeps with dozens of pillows, when he sleeps he is literally burried under them

-when he gets overwhelmed he lights up an incense stick and it calms him down. He is very fond of nice smells.

Guido Mista

-enjoys shitty movies, especially buddy commedies and low budget rom coms. Abbacchio hates when Mista picks films for the movie nights. Bruno on the other hand loves it

-Adam Sandler number 1 fan

-signed up for an archery course, also tried to use crossbow at some point

-can fall asleep anywhere, snores very loud

-likes the weirdest food combinations (like ice cream and pickles and stuff), the type of person who eats fries with McFlurry

-kills bugs with Nerf guns, Giorno hates it

-plays airsoft and paintball in free time

-enjoys camping, rockclimbing and rafting. Outdoor activities are his thing

-hella superstitious, made up various rituals he repeats in order to avoid bad luck

-very religious, always says a prayer before every mission

-reggaeton is his favorite type of music

-idk why but him having diabetes makes so much sence, since Pistols have to eat regularly to keep his energy and sugar lvl. stable

-mayo is his go to dressing with everything (fries, hot dog, nachos...)

-him and Narancia have 1am fast food trips

-makes silly bets with others and always challenges them to do something stupid for money, Giorno is always the first one to participate

-the best hugger

-big brother energy, everytime the other teammates screw something up and are afraid to tell Bucciarati or Abbacchio, they go to Mista for advice. He is extremely responsible and can always keep his head clear in stressful situations

-claims to hate drama but is always down to listen to some fresh tea

-loves watching cooking competitions. He is always judging the contestants harder than Gordon Ramsay ever could, Abbacchio occasionally joins him because he finds it amusing

-whenever someone tells him "I love you" he replies "Ditto", referencing one of his favorite movies (Ghost, 1990)

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #jjba part 5 #bruno bucciaratti #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #giorno giovanna #guido mista #bucci gang #bucci gang headcanons #jjba headcanons #bruabba #fugio

[toysrguts]

MORE jeff hc's!!!!!!

thank u for the love on the last one i love writing these sm ^___^

•can fit like 11 cigarettes in his wide ass mouth at once

•half asian (his mom is chinese)

•his hair is really thin because it never grew back properly after being burned

•hates being wrong more than anything else on the planet. sometimes he knows hes wrong but will NEVER admit it and fight to the death over it

•bpd representation 💯💯💯

•something in my brain tells me he cant die. kind of like a johnny the homicidal maniac situation. he never gets caught and he never dies (he can still get seriously injured but he will always come back when u least expect it)

•always has to be in control of the aux in every vehicle hes in and is so obnoxious when his favorite songs come on

•also yells "I SAW THIS LIVE" every time a band he saw live comes on

•barks at random unsuspecting people through the open passenger window

•always stealing shit off his victims after killing. he has a whole ring collection because of it, and of course he steals wallets for weed money

•also steals from slenderman but you didnt hear that from me

•"saying jeff is a douchebag is like saying the sky is blue." -toby

•kind of guy that takes out his bottled up emotions on everyone around him and then hates himself for it

•wears the same gross outfit all the time. just grabs one of the 3 pairs of crusty skinny jeans from off his floor and of course the musty ass dirty ass torn apart ass hoodie

•smile dog is truly his best friend. he feels like nobody understands him like smile does. he loves taking him for walks in the woods while smoking a cigarette and having deep conversations with him (not that he actually responds but jeff knows smile can understand what hes saying)

•horror movie enthusiast, from obscure fucked up ones to super cheesy ones. he has a whole shelf dedicated to his horror movie collection

•has an addictive personality, which is partially why he has a drug and alcohol abuse problem and struggles with self harm

•rarely goes out in public because hes known to have violent outbursts. he once committed mass murder at a burger king because people were looking at him weird and EJ had to drag him out of there before the cops showed up

•HATES the light he literally duct taped over his windows so the light couldn’t get in (he forgot blackout curtains exist)

•his room smells like pennies, skunk weed, and foot stank

•is actually an incredible artist but acts like hes not. literally everyone loves his work except for him

•secretly loves cartoons. he loves taking bong rips and watching scooby-doo to escape reality :)

•has never had a healthy relationship with anyone in his life, usually just sticks to hookups

•its a miracle this man is still alive considering he survives off gas station snacks and week old sodas that have been sitting on his nightstand

•speaking of he once drank an old dr pepper after he forgot he put out a cigarette in it

•got a tramp stamp when he was blackout wasted

•writes random thoughts and draws little doodles all over his bedroom walls; it kind of looks like a mental asylum in there

•also his bed is literally just a blood stained mattress on the floor with no sheet and a singular pillow and blanket

•so fucking broke he will do anything for a hundred bucks

•writes the most foul hate comments under every post he disagrees with

•he loves video games, his favorite being postal 2 (hes OBSESSED)

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer hc #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer x reader #jeffrey woods #jeffery woods #jtk headcanons #creepypasta jtk #jtk x reader #jtk #jeff woods #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fanfic #slenderman #slender mansion #slenderverse #headcanons #headcanon

[justmeinadaze]

Aftercare: Roleplay (Steddie X You)

A/N: I am not ok 🫠 God this was fun to write lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Dom Steddie and Sub reader, Stalker style role-play so rough language and smut, degradation, slapping, some knife play (they rip off her clothes, the don't cut her), dirty talk, choking, spanking, restraint, and of course wonderful aftercare with fluff near the end.

If this isn't your kind of thing dont continue to read! It is consensual and the reader does allow them permission to do this but the role-play is played out like it isn't. NOTE I would NEVER write a version of these boys who wouldn't stop if Y/N said the safe word.

Word Count:3304

“I will never understand why you guys like that crap.”, Steve whines as you three walk out of the theater.

“Oh, come on, Stevie. Scary movies just make you feel more alive you know?” You jump around them enthusiastically making them swoon. 

Since you three had started your relationship, they noticed a big difference in you; mostly you were a lot happier. Your smile rarely left your face especially when they came home from work. 

“This coming from the guy who put stalking her in his roleplay notes.”, Eddie chuckled. 

“Seriously, I was surprised when I read how turned on it made you.”

“Why?”

“I mean, you? Being all scary stalker intimidating? Eddie, oh yeah. But you, baby? You don’t even like the genre.”

“I feel challenged…”, Steve playfully glares at you as you guys make it to his car. 

“Maybe it is.”, you reply coyly. 

“Are we really doing this?”, Eddie claps. “Yay!”

“But you can see him scaring and intimidating you?” The boy chuckles as he points towards his friend. 

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Don’t think you can do it?” His whole posture changes as he stands to his full height. “I’ll make you both a deal. You have free reign to play out your little horror movie stalker fantasy anyway you see fit. No matter what you do or when you do it, I’ll play along.”

You were toying with him, trying to rile him up. You knew they could both be intimidating because you felt it when you dropped into your headspace. Hell, even when they weren’t being rough with you, the gentle aftercare had a power dynamic that made you feel small in a good way. If anyone even tried to hurt you, they would make them pay. 

That being said, imagining them turning that intimidation on you in this way, had your pussy clenching. You were desperate to feel the full force of what they could wield so you continued to poke the bear. 

“Honestly, though, I see myself laughing more than anything.”

Steve blinked down at you as his gorgeous smile began to fade, his jaw tightening in a way you had never seen before. His eyes locked with yours as he slowly stepped forward, knocking into you with his chest. You tried to plant your feet to keep him from moving you but he was too strong. You stumbled slightly till your back hit his car; both his arms gradually coming up to place his palms on either side of you blocking you from going anywhere. You swallowed nervously as his face leaned down to meet your own, biting your lip to hide the moan as his nose grazed your cheek. 

“I guess we’ll have to see won’t we, honey?”, he murmured in a gruff tone. Suddenly, he kissed your forehead, releasing you from his blockade as he opened the door for you with that signature Harrington smile. “Get in, babe. Let’s go home.”

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Two weeks had passed and nothing had happened. You thought maybe they had forgotten about it or after planning it decided they no longer wanted to play that game. You were slightly disappointed but didn’t want to push them into anything that may make them uncomfortable so you three continued your relationship like normal. 

Today had been a particularly rough day at work and you couldn’t wait to get home to relax with the boys. When you entered the apartment however, everything was silent. After looking at the stove clock, you gnawed your bottom lip in worry. It was after 9pm and even if Steve worked a late shift, they were both home by now. 

As soon as you picked up the cordless to dial Family Video and the record store to check on them, the phone came to life in your hand. 

“Hello?”

“Hey! Oh, shit. I think I dialed the wrong number.”

“Steve? What are you doing? Where are you guys?”

“Fuck. I already fucked this up. Eddie and I were going to do the stalker thing tonight. Jesus! Ed, I’m so sorry, man.”

You giggle when you hear Eddie grumble something at his friend. “It’s ok, Daddy. You guys can always try again.” The handle of the front door began to jiggle. “Did you forget your key?”

“What do you mean, babe?”

“You’re trying to come in, right?”

“No? Eddie and I in the car outside.” You freeze just as your hand reaches for the knob as it jiggles again. “Baby? Is someone trying to get in?!”

Loud pounding startles you as you shriek in surprise. 

“D-D-Daddy? Sir?”

Steve snickers as the banging gets louder, your heart pounding with fear. You’ve completely dropped in and they know it to. 

“IS someone trying to get in, little girl? I promise if you open the door now my friend and I will go easier on you.”

“I-I’m not afraid of you.”

“Hm but you will be. Now be a good girl and open the door.”

“No.”

“Your call.”

The phone abruptly disconnects as you drop it and run to your bedroom. The front door flies open as soon as you find a hiding space under your bed. Covering your mouth to stifle the fear in your throat, your eyes widen as you see two sets of boots wonder into the living room. 

“Where the fuck is she?”, Eddie growls. “Come on, pretty girl! Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”

“No, Ed. This is fun. Little girl wants to play hide and seek.” 

You watch as they split up to search for you starting with their own rooms before stalking towards yours. You hold your palm over your mouth tighter as you listen to them talk. 

“You really think she’s stupid enough to hide in here?”

“Of course, she is.” The bed dips down as Steve takes a seat. “God, I can’t wait to find her though. I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“I love your ambition, Harrington. As long as I can cum down her throat, I’m happy.”

“Do you think we should let her cum to?”

“Oh of course. Sluts like her fucking grip your dick hard when they cum. It feels so fucking good.”, Eddie sighs in pleasure at the thought. “We won’t be able to do any of that until we find her though. Which actually reminds me…”

The boy abruptly drops on his heels, tilting his head to the side as he finds your frightened frame. “Hey, little one. I guess you’re right, Steve. She IS that stupid.”

You yelp as you feel hands roughly grab your ankles and pull you out from under the bed. Fingers yank back on your hair and lift you to your knees. “I don’t know why you even bother hiding, baby. You know one way or another we are going to take what’s ours. You just make it harder with all this foreplay.”

Eddie leans down, wrapping his hand around your throat as he smirks. “What’s the matter, little girl? I thought you said you were going to be laughing.”

He tugs you to your feet and you immediately push against him with your hands, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. Your hand collides with his cheek and he responds by slapping you harder before throwing you onto the mattress. 

“Oh! Baby girl likes to play rough! We can do rough, honey.”

Steve unbuckles his belt and while Eddie holds your arms above your head, the other boy ties it around your wrists. You freeze when you feel cold steel touch you face. 

“Don’t. Move.”, the metalhead growls. 

He grabs your shirt aggressively in his fist as he cuts it and your pants off your body with the knife before passing it to Steve. Gripping your throat again, he slides his fingers between your folds into your dripping core. 

“I should have known you’d fucking enjoy this. No panties and you’re soaked…such a fucking whore.” Eddie releases your throat to lightly smack your face again. “Keep your legs open!”

Your eyes roll back as his fingers thrust into you at a fast pace as the sound of your slick fills the room. He abruptly pulls his digits out of your pussy, hitting you between your legs before rolling you on to your stomach. 

He pumps into you again, pushing three fingers in making you groan at the stretch. Steve kneels by your face and roughly yanks your hair. “Look at yourself.”, he commands as he points to your full-length mirror in the corner of your room. “Look at how much you’re enjoying this.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel the coil about to snap but his hand aggressively pinches your cheeks as he shouts next to your face. “Open your fucking eyes and look! Watch yourself cum on his fucking fingers, you dirty slut! Allowing two strangers to take you so easily. You enjoy this don’t you? Tell me!”

“I-I like this…fuck… I’m…”

“That’s right, pretty girl. There you go.”, Eddie coos as he slaps your ass. Steve continues to grip your cheeks, holding your head towards the mirror as came.

Your head fell against the sheets, trying to catch your breath as Eddie climbed off the bed to remove his clothes. His friend rose to his feet, lifting your hips so your ass was in the air. The metalhead jumped back onto the mattress, spanking you again as he leaned down to spit into your cunt.

As he started to push himself inside you, you began to crawl away feeling overwhelmed by the intense pleasurable feeling of just his tip alone. 

“Where the fuck are you going?” Eddie’s hands roughly gripped your hips as he held you in place. “Stevie, you want to help me here?”

Steve grabbed your hair, sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs. 

“Open.”, he commands, tugging on your hair when you don’t comply. “Open your fucking mouth!” 

Eddie uses the distraction to sheath himself inside of you and as you gasp at the intrusion Steve shoves his cock in your mouth. 

“Why do you fight it, honey? You know you’re loving this, right, Ed?” The man smacks your behind and you moan around the other boy’s length. “Fuck that feels so fucking good.”

“Jesus, Y/N.”, Eddie grunts. His chest falls against your back as his hand grips your throat. “You like being used by us, don’t you? You tell us no but your pussy doesn’t fucking lie. You’re making a mess all over my cock right now.”

Steve holds your head against him as you gag; Eddie grinding his hips harder against yours. The man steps back as the metalhead tugs you to your knees against him, gripping your throat tighter. 

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you love way my cock feels.”

“I-I-I… fuck…I love the way…your cock feels.”

“Cum for me. Show me how much you love my dick tearing you open.” Your eyes shut as you throw your head back against his shoulder, tremble against him as you cum. “Good-Good girl. Now—mmm—get that pretty mouth ready because I’m going to…to cum down your throat and your… going to fucking swallow it like a good slut.”

He pushes your lower half back down against the bed, pumping into you roughly. Abruptly, he pulls out of you, flipping you on to your back, and straddles your face with his knees placed on either side. After shoving his cock into your mouth, he thrusts his hips till you feel his seed hit your tongue. “Swallow!” You flash him your tongue showing him you had done what he asked. 

As soon as he climbed off you, Steve tugged on your ankles bringing you closer to him. Your body twitches as he glides the head of his cock through your dripping folds, chuckling when you moan as he circles it around your clit. 

“Do you want my dick, baby?”

“Y-yes, please.”

He leans over your fucked out frame and smacks your face before gripping it between his fingers. “I can’t fucking hear you, little girl. Louder.”

“Yes, Steve, please!”

A cocky smile spread along his lips as he breaches your entrance. True to his word, he thrust into you at an almost animalist pace, hitting every sensitive spot inside you and then some having you see stars. 

His chest fell to yours as sloppily kissed your lips, continuing to roll his hips into yours. 

“This pussy belongs to us. No one else can fucking have you.”

You whimpered when you felt the belt on your wrists tighten and the cold steel of the knife brush against your cheek. 

“Because if anyone else even tries to take you away from us, we’ll make them regret it.”, Eddie grins as he hovers over your face before kissing your lips as well. 

Steve pushes up on his hands as he pounds into you harder, feeling your pussy clench around him. Your back arches and the metalhead quickly covers your mouth with his palm as you cum harder than you ever had before.

A sarcastic smirk flickered across his face as his forehead fell against yours. “Beg me to cum inside you, honey.”

“Pl-please, cum inside of me.”

His fingers come to wrap around your throat again as his eyes penetrate yours angrily. “Make me believe it, little girl.”

“Please, Steve. I-I-I want you to fill me up. I need it, PLEASE!”

Steve’s eyes closed as he released you, his head falling to the side as his thrusts became sloppier and you felt him warm your insides. 

Your eyes shut as you nestled your nose against into his hair. Hands gently held your arms as they removed the belt from around your wrist. Lips tenderly kissed their way up your limbs to your shoulder before Eddie’s much softer voice filled your ear. 

“You did so well, sweetheart. Our beautiful girl. There’s no rush here. Take your time and whenever you’re ready we’re going to take a bath, ok?”

“Can I…have some water?”, you ask in hoarse voice. 

“Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll be right back.”

You wince as you feel Steve pull out of you, rolling to your side as he props himself on his elbow and delicately brushes some stray hairs out of your damp, sweaty face.

“Did I convince you that I could be ‘scary stalker intimidating’?”

You giggle as your eyes open to meet his. “Yeah, you did. You BOTH surprised me actually.”

“Alright, sweetheart. Sit up and drink this.”

They held on to you as you shakily raised yourself to a seated position. “Can, um, would you mind…”

Eddie smiles as he brings the bottle to your lips and slowly tips it back. As soon as you finish, he passes the rest to his friend who chugs it back before placing it on your bedside table.

“I’m ready for that bath now.”

“Good cause you smell.”, he teases as you laugh at him. 

Steve grins as he runs ahead of you both to get it ready. Eddie lifts you into his arms and you keen into his neck as you both wait. The man lowers you in carefully before they join you and you happily sigh as they clean your aching body. 

You notice someone is lingering at your wrists a while and turn to find the metalhead massaging the imprints the belt had left in your skin. 

“Did you like it, Y/N? We were a little nervous when planning this because we didn’t want to trigger something for you by hitting you too hard or anything.”

“We figured though you would use the safe word if you were uncomfortable.”, Steve follows as he leans back against the porcelain. 

“Yeah, no, I liked it a lot. I think what helped push me there was thinking Harrington actually fucked up.” You laugh as they chuckle along with you. “Um, I, thank you for…hearing me about…not being too violent. If you had tried to cut me, I probably would have used the safe word.”

“Honey, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”

“And we would never hurt you like that. We aren’t really into that kind of thing either. We thought about using a fake knife but we thought it added to the scene if we could tear off your clothes which, by the way, I will buy you a new outfit tomorrow.”

“Oh, Eddie, baby. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.” You beam up at him as you kiss his cheek. 

“Did you two like it? Stevie?”

“I did. I…like watching you…submit to me. To us.” 

A shaky moan leaves your chest at his words. “Yeah? What else did you like?”

“I loved feeling your pussy drip all over me.”, Eddie whispers in your ear.

Your finger glide between your legs as you rub them against your clit.

“I still love the way those big, beautiful eyes look up at me when I fuck you.” Steve leans forward till his nose grazes yours. 

“Oh and that little voice you like so much, man. Hearing you tell me you love the way my cock splits you open…”

“That’s right, Ed. The precious, tiny, submissive voice reminding us that she knows what’s ours.”

Steve replaces your fingers with his thumb as he plays with your nub while Eddie sucks on your neck. 

“Who does your pussy belong to, baby?”

“Fuck…you two. M-my pussy and body are yours.” Your breath hit his lips as you pant out moans. “I love you both so much.”

He leans forward, connecting his mouth with your own as you came. One of your arms reached up to wrap around the other boy’s neck as you pulled his lips to your own. 

Steve rose to his feet bringing you with him as Eddie followed. He ran the towel obnoxiously through your hair making you laugh as he smiled down at your gorgeous face. “I love you to, honey. Did you want to watch a movie tonight? Maybe something light.”

“That’s no fun.”, Eddie grinned as he pushed his old high school Hellfire shirt over your head and you held onto his shoulders as you stepped into your panties. “We also bought some quick made meals for tonight so you don’t have to wait too long for dinner.”

“Good because I’m starving.” 

The boy kisses your forehead starting to head for the kitchen before he pauses and turns back to kiss your lips. “I love you to.”, he chuckles as he runs off to complete his task. 

Steve picks you up and places you on the couch. 

“How about Back to the Future?”, you ask and he smiles at your suggestion. 

Eddie jumps over the back of the couch and hands you a bowl of microwavable food they know you like. Thanking him, you sling your legs over his lap as Steve comes to sit beside you so you can lean against him. Halfway through the movie, the metalhead lays down and hugs your legs to his chest as you play with his hair. Laughing when you hear soft snores, you turn to Steve so you both could tease him only to find he had fallen asleep to. His arm was draped over your chest as his head hung back over the sofa. 

You felt like you wanted to cry as ran your hands delicately over them both. You had spent most of your dating life in and out of awful relationships. How had you been so blinded to the two men right in front of you? 

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in their embrace wishing you could pause this moment so the three of you could stay like this forever.

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #joseph quinn #fan fiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #joe keery #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #daddy steve harrington #sir eddie munson #steddie x y/n #eddie fanfic #steddie ask #steve stranger things #aftercare #aftercare is important #steddie x reader #steddie smut #steddie x you #steddie fluff #steddie fanfiction #eddie stranger things

[poisonlove]

a macchiato, please | j.o

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

"STOP," Tim shouts with satisfaction.

I involuntarily smile as I watch Jenna emerge from the bathtub after filming her scene. My eyes mischievously scan her curves highlighted by the wet clothing, and my cheeks flush from the thoughts that come to mind.

"Hey..." I timidly smile at Jenna, who looks at me with a smile on her lips.

Several drops slowly descend down her jaw, ending on her neck. Her eyes watch me, with wet eyelashes.

I swallow.

"Hello," Jenna says, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face.

A crew member approaches and hands Jenna a robe. Jenna silently thanks and turns her attention back to me.

"So, what did you think?" she asks, and I laugh at her expression.

"Truly magnificent," I confess with a small smile. "If it were up to me, I would have screamed because of the cold water," I laugh.

"Yeah... the idea crossed my mind," Jenna admits, clutching her robe around her, closing her eyes, and shivering from the cold.

"Listen... do you want to change, maybe have something warm? You're shivering from the cold," I ask, concerned.

Jenna shakes her head, looking at me seriously.

"Can I do something for you? Maybe I can fetch a sweater... I don't know..." I suggest and Jenna genuinely smiles, shaking her head.

"Well, you can actually do something," she says with a trembling voice, approaching.

I smile as I see Jenna wrap her arms around my waist, seeking as much warmth as possible. I start gently playing with her wet hair, moving some strands away from her face.

Jenna tilts her chin and looks at me with a small smile on her lips.

"Am I getting you wet?" she asks shyly, and I shake my head.

"You have the robe," I reply, obviously.

"God, my feet are so cold," Jenna murmurs. I can feel the girl shivering against my body.

"Take off your shoes," I say seriously, "and the socks," I add.

Jenna breaks the embrace and looks at me confused.

"What?" she says, smiling, watching as I bend down to remove her wet Dr. Martens boots.

"Wait," she exclaims with laughter, leaning on my shoulders to keep her balance.

"Come on, take off the other one," I say with a smile, taking off my own black Adidas. I remove my socks and place my bare feet on the floor, feeling a few shivers.

"I'm not used to being barefoot," Jenna shakes her head, and I roll my eyes at her comment.

"Sit down, okay?" I point to the chair with my gaze.

Jenna, resigned, walks to the chair, hopping on one foot and removes the other shoe.

"Okay, now put these on," I say seriously, placing my shoes in front of her.

"You're amazing," Jenna murmurs, surprised. "Really?" she says with bright eyes.

I nod, and she slowly puts on the shoes.

In the distance, I see Emma approaching with Georgie. Emma looks at us with a smile on her face.

"What's going on here?" Emma asks, confused, looking at my bare feet on the floor.

"Oh, nothing... Jenna had cold feet so I gave her my shoes," I reply, and Emma raises an eyebrow seeing how the shoes are slightly big on Jenna.

"Now you're barefoot?" Georgie asks with curiosity but a disgusted expression. "I can't imagine how uncomfortable that is," he says, shivering.

I laugh at his expression.

"But no, wait," Emma sighs and turns to a crew member. "Excuse me, sorry," Emma calls out kindly.

The guy turns around and looks at her curiously.

"Could you bring my friend some slippers?" Emma absentmindedly points to my feet, and I blush violently.

"Uh... sure," the guy responds with a touch of uncertainty.

"And tell me, would you like to come to my trailer during this break?" Georgie suggests enthusiastically. "A horror movie marathon," he concludes with a smile on her face.

Meanwhile, my slippers arrive.

"That would be great," I say, putting on the slippers and looking at Jenna. She gives me a quick glance before smiling at his friend. "Okay, but first, I'll shower and change. See you there," she adds, cinching her robe at the waist.

I take a few steps following Emma and Georgie, who are talking to each other when I suddenly feel a weight on my back.

"JENNA!" I say, surprised.

The girl has her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist, hugging me like a koala.

"What are you doing?" I ask, laughing.

Emma and Georgie have turned around to hear my scream and burst into laughter.

"Come on, accompany me," Jenna smiles genuinely, resting her head against my neck. I shiver as I feel her wet hair against my body.

"I'm tired of walking," she murmurs, getting comfortable.

"I'm going to take the princess to her dressing room. Can you just tell me the number of yours?" I say sarcastically and Emma and Georgie look at us with mischievous eyes.

I put my arms around Jenna's legs to keep her from falling.

"Sure... it's 77," he says and smiles. "See you there," he adds, waving her hand and resuming the conversation with Emma.

I start walking.

"You're my savior, you know?" Jenna says with a slight smile.

She squeezes her hands around my neck.

"It's not a problem, princess," I joke, making Jenna laugh. "And I don't want to keep you waiting too long; Georgie is waiting for us for the movie marathon," I add.

During the walk to her dressing room, we laugh and joke about the strange and funny situations of the day on the set.

"I hope I didn't stress you out too much," Jenna says, undoing her smile.

"Absolutely not, everything was fun and a great break from work," I reply sincerely.

We arrive in front of her trailer and I lower Jenna from my shoulders. She looks at me with gratitude, taking the keys to her trailer from her robe.

"Thank you," Jenna says, touching my arm lightly.

"I didn't do anything extraordinary," I confess with a nervous smile.

Jenna opens the door and leans against the frame, looking at me with bright eyes.

"So... see you with Georgie," she murmurs softly, absentmindedly biting her lower lip.

"Yes... and you can keep the shoes," I mumble, glancing at her feet for a moment.

"I will," Jenna laughs softly.

Jenna leans in, placing her lips on my cheek and giving me a gentle kiss. My cheeks turn red, and I smile unconsciously at her gesture.

"See you later," Jenna smiles, tilting her head and closing the door to her trailer.

My heart is pounding.

"Fuck... fuck!" I murmur to myself, smiling again at the thought of what just happened a few seconds ago. "This girl will be my downfall," I whisper and smile unconsciously

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #miércoles addams #wednesday x you #wednesday addams x you #cute #jenna ortega imagine #jenna marie ortega

[alottiegoingon]

hc! jealous and possessive jackie

jackie taylor x gn! reader

summary: jackie being a menace while being jealous

warnings: characters are aged up even tho theres no nsfw, jackie sucks at talking about her feelings, bad communication at first, established relationship but toxic at first?, way too sweet petnames, jackie being clingy, dumb reader, NOT proofread, i see jackie as a lesbian but i tried to make it more inclusive so gn reader

thank you for the idea, anon!! mwah <3

- you and jackie were the perfect couple at school. if life was like a teen romcom movie, you two would be like magnets; drawing everyone's attention and turning heads to you in the hallways

- jackie was the most popular girl at the wiskayok high school. being the captain of the yellowjackets was a big help but her personality was the main reason. she was born to be the leader. she the one to enchant people with no big efforts except for maybe just a smile or a charming look

- you didn't care about being popular but it was a consequence of being jackie's partner. it was really easy to notice all the looks directed at your girlfriend but you weren't much of a jealous person. you trusted jackie and knew that, to her, it wasn't anything but friendly attention or jealous fake people

- jackie, however, was the complete opposite.

- while being jealous, jackie would totally try to make you jealous by being too flirty with someone she hated, using them. she didn't care about them, but she did care about you

- she would bat her eyelashes, smile in a sweeter way and play coy while you were staring at her with a raised eyebrow and a perplexed expression but the moment you looked away, she would suddenly stop all of that and never talk to that poor person again

- jackie would be SO petty, ignoring you on purpose and not responding to your petnames for her, or touches. "hi, bunny. wanna go to the movies tonight?" you kiss jackie's cheek but she barely looks at you when rejecting your idea

- "i don't know. why don't you ask nat?" her words would drip with bitterness and all you did was to ask nat the time earlier that day

- once, during party in the woods, you were talking to jackie's friends from her soccer team. you still didn't remember the name of everyone but still tried to be nice to all of them; they were jackie's friends and you loved her

- jackie was in charge of getting you two drinks but distracted herself in the way in the second a few people called her, and you were left behind, deciding to make the best out of the situation

- when you and jackie werent together, you would spend your time watching lots of movies that you know she wouldnt like, like a nightmare on elm street. much to your surprise, van also liked horror movies and mentioned how it was a common thing to watch with her girlfriend taissa. they both loved scream

- you two quickly jumped into an enthusiastic discussion, ranking horror movies, gossiping about actors, chattering about upcoming movies that you were dying to see

- van innocently touched your shoulder as you two shared a good laugh after joking about how chaotic would be if someone dumped a bunch of red paint (blood was too much, you are no monster duh) on the students during the prom

- ironically, that happened during the exact moment that jackie was walking back to you. her grip on the red plastic cups got so tight that a few drops of the drink fell over. her happy and always ready to please expression turns into a pair of narrowed eyes and a grimace of jealousy

- the first thing you notice is jackie's voice and she slid her right arm firmly around your waist right after she shover your drink onto your own hand in a swift move. "hi, baby. i missed you!"

- and she kisses your cheek, tightening her clasp on your skin. her face changed to being serious, from seconds ago, to putting on a hollow and forced smile. jackie was good at soccer, good at makeup, good at choosing clothes, but, come on, she wasn't good at pretending

- "i-i missed you too." you utter in a bewildered voice but can't help yourself from smiling and feeling comfortable being so close to jackie. "van and i were joking about how fu-" you try to explain the joke but jackie doesn't seem interested. instead, she cuts you off and her grip on your waist moves to your arm, squeezing the fabric of your jacket, getting ready to drag you away

- "nice. can we talk for a second?" her faux smile doesn't go away until you politely said goodbye to van and let your girlfriend lead you to where your car was parked. her steps were firm and you had to glance back to ensure her furious strides hadn't scorched the grass

- "did you have fun talking to your new friend van?" jackie asks with a fierce glare.

- at first, you didn't get the memo. you had no idea why jackie was acting so furious but you thought it could be the stress from the upcoming exams. "well, yeah. they are really nice. can you believe that they like horror movies? even nightmare on elm..." you innocently blabbered about the exciting conversation you had with van but your voice trailed off as you noticed her raised eyebrows in disbelief

- "go on." she folds her ams across her chest, looking at you up and down

- "i mean, no. i was just waiting for you to come back!" you defend yourself, knowing it was useless now. "oh, really? cause you looked like you were having a blast." she strikes back

- "i just thought it would be fun if i-" you tried to explain but then you finally realize what was going on. "wait. are you jealous?"

- jackie's frown softens and her fury goes away but her arms remained crossed. "what? no." her voice is in a higher tone, a little whiny.

- "jackie..." you spoke softly. getting closer to her, your hands were the one to gently hold her waist now as you helped her to sit on the hood of your car. you positioned yourself in the middle of her legs and, even against her pride, she didn't complain when your hands touched her face

- "van is nice. they have a great taste for movies and they are really sweet." jackie looks at you in astonishment, not believing in what she was hearing. she was ready to slap your shoulder in response to your bold move "but i can't look at anyone else if it means that it isn't you." and just like magic, she melts

- "no one else in the entire world has your smile or your beautiful eyes. no one else scrunches their nose when they're happy. no one else is as smart, brilliant, kind and enchanting as you. i love you. you know that, right?" your foolish grin matched the look of adoration in your eyes as you were carefully memorizing every detail of jackie's face while talking.

- "yeah, i know. i love you too." and just like that, a rosy hue spread across her cheeks. she wasn't even able to held the eye contact for too long without sharing the same foolish smile of yours

- with a tender kiss on her soft lips and the delicate act of tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, the night was saved and jackie's lips curled into an adorable pout that forced you to kiss her over and over again

- "okay, whatever." she gives in, trying to sound less shy by cleaning her throat. "let's just get out of here, it's freezing!" she says, leaping off the car hood. you open the door of the passenger's side for her, ready to offer your jacket as well.

- "whatever you want, bunny."

#jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #single lives matter #jackie taylor is my lord and savior

[florydaax]

The Sims 3 - Stuff Pack Legacy (Lepacy Extended)

Hey, everyone! I completed the Lepacy Challenge recently, but I love my family so much and I want to keep playing with them. That's why I made this challenge! You can play this after you've completed Lepacy but you can also play this challenge on its own! The challenge is inspired by the nine stuff packs. You don't necessarily need the stuff packs to play this. The different generations are inspired by the themes of the packs. Stuff packs also didn't come with any new gameplay so you're not missing anything if you don't have them! This challenge is inspired by the Lepacy Challenge, where each generation is a different expansion pack, but with this challenge each generation is a different stuff pack! (Rules may be subject to change as I'm still playtesting this challenge) Generation One: High-End Loft

Traits: Computer Whiz, Dislikes Children, Party Animal, Snob, Workaholic Lifetime wish: Living in the Lap of Luxury Career: Business Rules: - Live in a loft - Have only one child - Master the guitar skill - Date your boss - Reach the top of the Business career and complete the aspiration Generation Two: Fast Lane Traits: Daredevil, Flirty, Handy, Rebellious, Vehicle Enthusiast Lifetime wish: The Tinkerer Career: Athletic Rules: - Learn to drive as a teen - Have at least 3 cars - Become best friends with your cars - Fix the Fixer-upper Car - Reach the top of the Athletic career and complete the aspiration Generation Three: Outdoor Living Traits: Artistic, Clumsy, Green Thumb, Loves the Outdoors, Natural Cook Lifetime wish: The Perfect Garden Career: Gardener Rules: - Master the cooking and gardening skills - Throw a BBQ party every week - You can only Try for Baby in a hot tub - Reach the top of the Gardener career and complete the aspiration Generation Four: Town Life Traits: Bookworm, Family-Oriented, Friendly, Mooch, Neat Lifetime wish: Super Popular Career: Education or Politician Rules: - Get a part-time job as a teen - Have 20 friends and 5 enemies - Have at least 4 kids - Get out of the house every day - Reach the top of the career and complete the aspiration Generation Five: Master Suite Traits: Commitment Issues, Flirty, Great Kisser, Heavy Sleeper, Irresistible Lifetime wish: Master Romancer Career: Spa specialist Rules: - (Risky) woohoo with different Sims every week - Accidentally get pregnant - Never get married - Complete the aspiration Generation Six: Katy Perry's Sweet Treats Traits: Childish, Insane, Loser, Natural Born Performer, Party Animal Lifetime wish: Vocal Legend Career: Singer Rules: - Live in Candyfornia (or Candy Land) - Adopt a cat (Kitty Purry) - Only eat sweets (no autumn salad allowed) - Throw a party every Friday - Be disliked by 10 Sims - Reach the top of the Singer career and complete the aspiration Generation Seven: Diesel Traits: Artistic, Diva, Grumpy, Perfectionist, Photographer's Eye Lifetime wish: Fashion Phenomenon or Home Design Hotshot Career: Stylist or Interior designer Rules: - Have triplets (you can use cheats/mods for this) - Master the photography skill - Reach the top of the career and complete the aspiration Generation Eight: 70s, 80s & 90s Traits: Flirty, Hot-Headed, Party Animal, Social Butterfly, Virtuoso Lifetime wish: Golden Tongue, Golden Fingers Career: Band Rules: - Play with the triplets, they all have a different style inspired by the pack - Each heir has to master an instrument - Form a band - Complete the aspiration with your main heir Generation Nine: Movie Traits: Ambitious, Brave, Charismatic, Dramatic, Star Quality Lifetime wish: Superstar Actor Career: Film Rules: - Play in 3 different worlds (western, horror and super hero themed) - Live your Sims' life like it's a movie - Reach the top of the Film career and complete the aspiration

#sims3stuffpacklegacy #sims3legacy #sims3 #thesims3 #sims #thesims #ts3

[stranger-nightmare]

Dating Eddie Munson Headcanons

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN! / AFAB! Reader

Warnings: sfw and nsfw, minors DNI

A/N: my baby boy Eddie! here’s my headcanons on what it’s like to date him, aka. a bullet point list of what I wish my life was lmao! I hope you guys like it <3

p.s. this is quite long bc I got really into it, I’m just so unbelievably in love with this boy it’s kinda dumb tbh! like fr I could probably still add loads more onto this, perhaps if I have enough ideas I might just make a part two… (but no promises) regardless, I assure you there’s still plenty more Eddie content to come

next is Billy, and then last but not least in my series of headcanons will be Jonathan <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

SFW

so I’m just imagining that you and Eddie kind of grow up together and were childhood besties

and you kinda grew apart in high school when he suddenly started acting differently and pulling away from you

little did you know it’s bc he started to develop a huge ass crush on you and just didn't know how to deal with it, he also never in a million years thought you would ever consider dating him

eventually you confront him about why he’s been so distant with you and acting all weird with you bc you think you’ve done something wrong and it’s upsetting you to see your best friend slowly slip away

and it’s in the heat of this argument that he accidentally ends up admitting that he likes you, like a lot

finally getting together with Eddie is fucking amazing bc almost nothing changes from how your friendship was before, now you just get to kiss and more as well, you are quite literally dating your best friend

dating Eddie means going to his gigs often to support him

not to mention making out backstage

also him asking you to put eyeliner on him before he goes on stage

he’ll serenade you often with metal covers of your favourite songs

and he also always dedicates his live performances to you

I feel like Eddie is quite touchy-feely with his partner, like he’ll always be holding onto you in one way or another, slapping your ass in public, he doesn’t care, he just loves it and he loves you, he’s into pda and letting everyone see how whipped he is for you

he also loves when you're touching him in some way, like if you drape your legs over his on the couch or you just sit and play with his hands / rings absent-mindedly

he also loves it when you play with his hair and braid it, giving him lil head scratches, he’s honestly like a little kitten purring in your lap

he makes you your vey own Hellfire shirt, but that doesn’t stop you from stealing his one anyway bc it smells like him

wearing his clothes frequently, mostly his shirts and his jackets, but also sometimes you ’borrow’ some of his jewellery, like some of his chain necklaces and bracelets

one of your favourite dates together is frequently going to the arcade together

frequent movie nights / marathons, also going to the cinema to watch horror films and he is just as big of a wimp as you and you’re both clutching onto each other for dear life

also plenty of study dates bc you need to help that boy pass his final year lmao

but usually your study dates end with him, well, getting very touchy-feely with you...

letting him teach you all about dnd and loving how enthusiastic he gets about it and how his eyes light up and he just comes alive

like this boy might not be the most academically smart, but his creativity? the stories he can build for his campaigns? his imagination is just incredible

he also likes to mould a character in all his campaigns after you

him always making ’nerdy’ references and jokes about dnd or other fantasy films / books

like the memory this boy has is also something incredible, he can explain the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy to you in excruciating detail without even thinking about it

this means he also has a great memory about you, the things you like and dislike, so he’s always bringing or showing you things that are relevant to your interests / things he thinks you’d like

again, he’s not the most academically or book smart but he’s really practical and amazing with his hands, like he’s really good at fixing and building things, and he’s often fiddling, fixing, and adjusting things on his van and around the trailer

I also see Eddie as a comic nerd too so every Saturday the two of you would go to the local comic book shop and pick up the latest issues and then the two of you would chill in his trailer or in his van in the afternoon just reading the latest stories and discussing them with each other

he’ll give you his favourite ring on a chain for you to wear around your neck

Eddie loves to take pictures of you, he has a whole collection of pictures of you and of the two of you together, and he keeps his absolute favourite one of you in his wallet so he can look at it whenever he wants

he also frequently makes you mixtapes of songs that he thinks you’ll like or songs that remind him of you

small matching tattoo perhaps? like a tiny lil crumbling and broken coffin in honour of his band Corroded Coffin

speaking of tattoos, Eddie would take you with every time he went to get a new one, and he always asks for your opinion on the design of whatever it is before he gets it done

Eddie also sometimes gets a bit self-conscious and feels like he’s not good enough for you, like you’re just too smart or too good for him, so every now and again you have to reassure him that you literally couldn’t care less what anyone else, you just love him wholeheartedly and that’s all that matters

he is super good at reading you and can spot immediately if something is bothering you, and he’s really good at helping calm you down and easing your anxiety as well, he can literally find a way to make you laugh, or at least smile, no matter how shitty you feel

the two of you don’t argue often but when you Eddie’s not the greatest at dealing with it, he usually just tries to remove himself from the situation and distance himself

but it never takes too long for him to come back and for the two of you to makeup bc he can’t stand being apart from you for too long, let alone whilst you’re mad at him too

Eddie, imo, is overall by far the bestest boyfriend you could ask for, like he’s just so loving and so much fun and is so unbelievably head over heels for you he almost doesn’t know how to cope

pet-names: (for you) babe, baby, babygirl, babydoll, doll, princess, (if you do go by feminine labels), sweetheart, my love

pet-names: (for him) babe, baby, Ed / Eds, weirdo (affectionate), dungeon master, love / my love

NSFW

okay so I’ve seen loads of people headcanon Eddie as being a virgin but idk I have to respectfully disagree, imo there’s just something about him that screams to me that he gets a fair amount of pussy

but it’s all just meaningless hookups and one night stands with random people at his gigs every now and then

so he’s not exactly inexperienced but the first time with you all knowledge and experience goes out the window and the boy is flustered

he is stressed bc suddenly now feelings are involved, and it’s you, and he wants to do the absolute best for you

so yeah your first time with Eddie is a lil bumpy and awkward bc he’s overthinking it

it takes a bit of convincing for him to get out of his head and to just go for it but eventually he does and that’s when you discover he’s actually fucking incredible in bed

bc he’ll most definitely put in the work to learn what specifically you like and how to have you (s)creaming

and we all know this boy is a fucking master with his hands and his fingers

Eddie is the biggest switch to ever switch, like he’s just an all-rounder and we love him for that

he can go from fucking you so hard and fast you’re practically split in half, to then being so soft and tender whilst making love to you you swear your heart is gonna burst from the intimacy and passion

then of course also the switch from dom to sub, bc my guy Eddie can do it all

sometimes he has you completely under his control, with a patience that’s almost excruciating when he’s commanding and controlling when you’re allowed to cum

like this boy has hella patience from playing and planning long dnd campaigns, he’s most definitely got the patience to tease you and watch you squirm as he keeps you just on the precipice of pleasure without actually letting you climax, or alternatively keeping you tied up and making you cum so many times your body just can’t take it

that’s when he likes to incorporate those handcuffs into sex as well, keeping you completely under his control (come on now, we all saw them in his trailer lmao)

he occasionally lets you use the handcuffs on him and he’s almost embarrassed by how much he likes it himself

Eddie is also really into cockwarming, he loves to be deep inside you as you sit on his lap whilst he carries on writing a dnd campaign or something, sometimes just bouncing his leg or readjusting every now and again just to tease you even more

but when he’s in sub mode he’s almost the complete opposite, looking at you with those big brown eyes and practically begging you to let him cum

he gets absolutely weak in the knees when you blow him, like the noises he makes? straight out of a porno honestly

I definitely think one of Eddie’s favourite positions is to have you riding him, wearing nothing but his Hellfire shirt of course, he likes to just lean back and watch you fuck yourself on him

in that respect he also loves having you get off on his thigh as well

Eddie definitely has some voyeuristic tendencies; he fucking loves to watch you get yourself off

he also has a collection of filthy Polaroids stored under his bed of you and of you and him together, ya know, for those nights you can’t come over (see also my fic based on this here)

Eddie can also be goofy in bed sometimes, like he’s still quipping jokes whilst he’s balls or knuckle deep inside you

but the goofiness honestly just helps make you feel even more safe and secure with him

Eddie loves to experiment with new positions with you, and sometimes this is where the laughs and goofy giggles come from, when a new position just doesn’t work and the two of you just collapse laughing together

most of his favourite positions are the ones where he can have your whole body almost completely flush against his, so like missionary, fucking you from behind and leaning over your entire body, lying sideways and fucking you, holding you tight against him

but also let’s be real he loves a bit of doggy style on occasion too

i could also potentially see Eddie letting you peg him if it’s something you really wanted to try, and I feel like he’d actually end up liking it

he’s obsessed with your body, like he genuinely thinks you’re the most beautiful and sexy creature to ever grace this earth, no matter what you look like

he loves all of your body but his particular favourite parts are your ass, thighs, and your belly

like he just loves to kiss them and grab at them all the time, and he loves to grace those areas of your skin with plenty of hickies

Eddie is also very into choking you, he likes to the view of seeing his big hand wrapped around your throat, not to mention the look in your eyes when he does it, and of course he fucking loves seeing the red print that is left around your throat afterwards

having sex whilst you’re both high

so ngl I can also see Eddie being into dogging, like driving somewhere remote and parking and then fucking you in the back of his van

but yours and his favourite spot is at Lover’s Lake, parking there late at night, opening the backdoors of the van, being able to watch the stars and the water, listen to the sounds of the soft waves and the surrounding woods, whilst he slowly and tenderly fucks you in the van again - (see also my fic of this here)

aftercare king™️

he’ll wipe you down with a warm cloth, get you a shirt of his to wear, make you some food and / or get you a drink; he basically won’t sit back down until he’s content that you’ve been taken care of

Eddie is best to snuggle, he’ll just wrap his entire body around you, limbs completely entangled, and he just won’t let you go, even if you’re not exactly comfy lmao

he is quick to fall asleep after sex though so once he’s dozed off you usually carefully unwrap yourself from him and get comfy sleeping with just one of his arms comfortably draped over you

Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.

Masterlist

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things headcanons #stranger nightmare

[iovesia]

LOVE ME DEAD.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( scream masterlist. )

synopsis: what it would be like to date stu macher.

warnings: angst. slight toxic relationship dynamics. gaslighting. sexual innuendos. mentioned murder. mentioned blood. soft yandere tendencies. slight fluff.

pairings: stu macher  𝒙  gn!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this is a repost from my old account, but this time i actually fixed my grammar mistakes. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy!— reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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This man is grade-A level clingy, his love language is 100% physical touch or quality time. he’d try and spend as much time with you as possible (when he’s not planning murders with Billy).

At first he’s chill, but as he increasingly gets comfortable in the relationship: He’s. All. Over. You.

He’d have his arm wrapped around you when walking down the hallway, his hand on your thigh in the middle of class (he has to always be touching you in some way.)

Very golden retriever / slight himbo energy.

He’s got some rich parents, so he’d definitely get you anything you asked for, or just whatever reminded him of you. he’d buy you clothes, record players, some horror movie memorabilia, or whatever else.

He loves when you wear his clothes, he constantly tells you that it looks 10 times better on you.

He smells either like vanilla, or really shitty axe-body spray. There’s no in-between.

You guys jam out to pop-music together. he’s a loud and proud mariah carey, and britney spears enthusiast!

He’s a horny little shit, so prepare for him to constantly make everything sexual.

"My face is so dry, I need to get a facial," you sigh, looking into the mirror.

"That's what she said."

"Stu! Gross!"

Speaking of making jokes, this man cannot read the room for the life of him. If it’s an inappropriate time, he’s probably gonna make even more jokes. (i.e. the “liver-alone” jokes).

When the news breaks out about Casey Becker, and her boyfriends’ murder, Stu insists on walking you everywhere.

"C'mon babe, I'll be, like, your knight in shining armour. Y'know, keeping you safe from G-G-Ghostface," he says teasingly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"You're so dumb," you playfully roll your eyes, but can't seem to stop the childish grin growing on your lips.

He’s never planning on telling you about his (or Billy’s) involvement in the Woodsboro murders. One: out of fear that you’ll go to the cops, and it’s going to get him and Billy arrested. Two: if he’s developed genuine feelings for you, he’d be scared that you’d break up with him or react... badly (understandably).

Not to be a buzzkill, but he killed Casey because she broke up with him, so breaking up with him might not end too good … but you don’t know that (ignorance is bliss, I guess).

Speaking of Billy, he’s gonna be hanging around you guys frequently. You’d get pretty annoyed at the lack of alone time with Stu, but you’d never bring it up because you wouldn’t want to come between their friendship. (Billy’s a bit of a loner, so he doesn’t really have anyone else to hang with besides Stu and Sidney.)

Stu’s a class clown, so every lesson with him is just a game of ‘try not to laugh’. He loves the sound of your laugh, and seeing your smile, it’s contagious.

He’s not the best at comforting you when you’re down, but he’ll crack a million jokes, even if only one of them made you feel better.

He’s fine with being either the big spoon, or little spoon. Stu loves the feeling of your arms wrapped around him. He would lay down his head on your chest, and sound of your heartbeat would calm him down.

He’s not a very jealous person, but he is a little possessive. Growing up as a spoiled, only child, he’s very accustomed to getting what he wants all the time. Whenever he sees you talking to another person, he’s immediately standing behind you, staring down at the person. (He's not the most intimidating looking guy, let’s be real, but it’s the thought that counts &lt;3)

Since he’s a pretty extroverted guy, he throws a lot of parties, and is a major people person. So.. sorry to any introverts, but this man loves being center of attention. He craves being in the "spotlight", and having everyone laugh at his jokes.

He’d be bummed out if you wouldn’t want to come to parties he’s hosting or going to, and he’d be a little bitchy about it.

"Oh c'mon, Y/N, you never want to do anything fun with me."

He does not think before he speaks. So prepared to have your feelings hurt ─ accidentally, of course.

He would apologize in a very cheesy way. Stu would probably get you some flowers, or recite some cheesy apology from one of your favorite rom-com movies. You should be angry at him, but he’s just so charismatic, and funny, you end up forgiving him a lot.

Contrary to popular belief, Stu is somewhat smart, in a sense that he’s good at manipulating people (probably better than Billy, due to his friendlier persona). So when you’d get suspicious of him, he’s gonna get a little gas-lighty.

"Jesus, Y/N you're crazy if you think I could've done that! I mean, do you really think I'm psychotic?"

But, surprise, surprise, you do eventually find out about the whole Ghostface thing.

Randy's body collapsed to the floor, with a loud thud. You watched from the kitchen, a half-wall safely covering you from Billy's line of sight. The sound of Sidney's scream echoes through the house as you slowly retreat from the disaster in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt your back hit something, as an arm was now wrapped around your neck, crushing your airways. A familiar voice whispered in your ear that made your heart stop: "Surprise, Y/N."

#stu macher x reader #stu macher imagine #scream imagine #scream x reader #scream 1996 #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis imagine #ghostface x reader #ghostface imagine

[jvblood]

home alone

pairing: argyle x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.1k

summary: Hopper, your father, is going on a date, while El is going to hangout with her friends as well. Leaving you home alone with the company of Argyle.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ minors dni), 69ing yup, pwp

a/n: okay this isn't the fic for the 50 follower special but someone requested this like two days ago and I wanted this one out too. requests are open <3

Your father, Hopper, was going on a date with Joyce. He was pacing around the house, stressing out on what to wear. You and El were in your room, having a sister bonding moment. She was applying makeup onto you, experimenting with different things. You don't mind, you just want to get as much time as possible with her. El was about to leave to go hang out with Will and Mike, who was staying at the Byers house while down in California for a bit. That left you home alone with Argyle. 

“Hey, tell me does this look good?” Your father asks opening your door. He was wearing a navy henley shirt and khakis. “It’s cute, I guess.” You say hoping that it sounds convincing. 

“It is very cute.” El says as she continues to put makeup on you. “Dad, you look fine, don’t even worry about it.” You reassure. He huffs out in acceptance and calms down. “El, you ready to head out?” He asks, enthusiastically she got up from your bed and made her way to the door. 

“Is that kid you call a boyfriend coming over?” You could feel the tension in the room all of sudden as you reach to grab a makeup wipe. 

“His name is Argyle, Pops,” you say as you begin to wipe off the makeup, “and yes, he is.” Hopper thought he could have a heart attack. His kid with another kid in a house unsupervised! He might die from the thought of it. “Don’t sweat it, we’re just going to watch a movie.”

“It better just be a movie or I swear to god–” 

“Dad! You’re going to be late.” You say ushering him out of your room and out the house. You watch as El and him walk to the car and get in. “Use protection!” You call out as your dad rolled down the window and flipped you off. His car backed up from the driveway and made its way to the Byers. Causally, you went to pick up the phone and began to dial Argyle. 

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 You and Argyle were watching some stupid horror movie in the living room. Your head rested on his lap while he sat up. The same cliches would play over and over. Teens doing dumb shit and getting killed for not using one percent of their brain. It’s getting boring. Argyle, for some reason, enjoyed this. Alot. Desperately, you wanted his attention. Slowly, you began rubbing his thigh. You could feel Argyle tense underneath you. 

“Dude.” He mutters. He’d be embarrassed by how quickly he’s getting hard just from the gentle teasing. 

“What, man? I’m just playing around.” You say as you continue. Argyle gave your butt a little slap as you curled onto the couch giggling. 

“Come on, man, your dad is gonna, like, be home any time soon.” 

“That just means we have to hurry.” You purr, taking his hand to head to your room. The two of you head into your room, closing the door behind you. Once inside, you lead Argyle onto your bed and pull down your pants,  leaving your panties for him. “Let me play with you.” You whisper. 

“Bring that ass up here, let me play as well.” He groans. You put your cunt towards his face while yours met his cock. He pushes your panties to the side and begins to attach his lips onto your clit. Your mouth licks up onto his dick. He was getting stiff underneath your touch as you took your time on him. You wanted this to last as long as possible. Stroking him while sucking his tip, you skillfully moved your tongue onto his tip. Finally, you opened your mouth a bit more, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth. He licks eagerly onto your clit, rubbing softly with his tongue. 

You moan onto his dick as he continues licking. He bucks his hips a bit causing you to gag a bit, you pull him out of your mouth to get a breather. “That’s not very nice.” You pout.

“I’m sorry,” he moans. “ Let me make it up to you.” He wraps his arms around your legs and pushes you down to his face. It catches you by surprise as he laps up your cunt. You could feel yourself dripping onto his face as he begins to dip his tongue into you. You don’t want to feel selfish so you reach down and begin to stroke him. You drip spit onto your hand as you begin to pick up the pace. 

He sucks on your clit and brings his hand to your cunt, inserting them in. A moan leaves your throat as he begins to curl his finger inside. He quickens his paces and adds another in, curling in a rhythm. The sound of your moans and your wetness feels the room, the familiar coil coming back again. Argyle could eat you up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was his favorite thing. You could feel yourself reaching your high as your toes curled. You reached for his cock. Knowing that he was about to cum himself as his stomach kept on tensing,and massaged it quickly.

“Cum for me babe.” You moan out for him. His eyebrows furrowed as he thrust into your hand, releasing his seed into your palm. You lift your hand up to your mouth and lick his cum off.This doesn’t stop him though from eating you out. He wants you to come from his mouth. His arms that are wrapped around him makes you move onto his face, riding it ever so slightly. The lustful noises of sucking and moaning fills the room as his only mission left is to make you cum. Your thighs clench around his face as you instantly meet your high. You whine as you release onto his face. Argyle swore he nearly drowned. 

Suddenly, you hear the car door slam. Your head snaps to your door as you come back to reality, too quickly for you liking. A string of curse words leave your mouth as you get off of Argyle’s face. You grab a towel quickly and toss it to him. 

“My dad is back!” You whisper–shout. Argyle’s sense came back as he quickly wiped his face. You quickly find your pants while Argyle was situating himself. You dad though was in the house now with El following suite behind him. He sees the tv still on with the menu screen of the film the two of you ‘watched’. Hopper notices your door closed and this strikes a nerve for him. He starts his way to your room and opens the door. Once he did, he saw Argyle sitting at the edge of the bed with you braiding his hair. A cold breeze fills the room as the open window allows it through. 

“Hey, Mr.Hopper dude.” Argyle says with a smile on his face. “Hey dad, how was the date?”

#argyle stranger things #argyle x reader #argyle smut #argyle #stranger things 4 #argyle fan fic #argyle fan fiction #argyle x reader smut #mostly pwp #super short im sorry #jvblood

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Implacable Stalker

+2 CR

Any creature with an Intelligence of 3 or higher; usually an Outsider, Humanoid, or Monstrous Humanoid

Horror Adventures, pg. 238-239

Bit of a different one today; rather than a monster, this is actually a little review of a monster Template, something we’ve just barely spoken of on this blog, and often as one being offered as a reward for divine service. A Template is a bunch of stats and abilities that can be stapled onto any existing monster to give it some extra zing, doing everything from allowing a DM to give their favorite monster some new tactics to giving out new surprises to familiar monsters that every player thinks they know how to counter. Templates are great “plug and play” ways to add extra threat to an existing encounter, often doing in just 1 or 2 extra CR what would normally require 6 or 7 class levels. I highly recommend them!

Granted, the players suffering from recurring nightmares about their encounter with the Implacable Stalker likely won’t be as enthusiastic about the whole thing, but what were they expecting going to the Lake of Crystals, or buying property in Faddonhield? Really, it’s their fault.

Putting this under a cut because it got a little longer than I thought it would!

The Implacable Stalker Template turns any monster it’s slapped onto into the quintessential nigh-invincible slasher movie villain, giving them a pile of stats and skill bonuses (most notably +8 to Intimidation checks, which is important), an immense number of defensive abilities (DR 5/--! 10 points of Resistance to every element!!), and a bunch of tools that are literally Pathfinder translations of horror movie narrative convenience! What do I mean by that? Well, first off, do you know how in slasher movies, people seem to lose all semblance of problem solving ability once the killer is near? That’s displayed by the Stalker’s Fear Aura, which causes any and all creatures with 5 or less HD to automatically become frightened if they come within 60ft of the horror. A successful save doesn’t negate the fear entirely, causing them to become shaken instead. Any creature with more than 5 HD is slightly less afraid; success on their save renders them protected from the aura’s effects, and failure only causes them to become shaken. However, leaving and then re-entering the Stalker’s aura forces another save; there’s no 24 hour immunity! Don’t run away and come back to try and save anyone, you fool! Then again, the more likely scenario is that you run until you think you’re safe, only for it to eventually catch up.

It’ll take a while to do that, though. In a move I find hysterical but also fitting, a Stalker’s movespeed is dropped by 10ft (to a minimum of 20), so it always moves slower than a human running away from it at full speed, giving it the menacing yet inexorable stroll of famous killers... And just like Jason Voorhees in the increasingly terrible sequels, no matter how far away you get or how many barriers you put between yourself and the killer, as soon as no one’s looking at the Stalker it turns out it’s Right Behind You, having teleported upwards to 480ft to any point adjacent to a creature it’s aware of that’s suffering from any level of fear (shaken, frightened, or panicked). This teleportation is a swift action it can use every 1d6 rounds, allowing the Stalker to use its full attack against whatever victim it’s just jumpscared and more than likely ripping them to pieces.

To really set the mood for an Implacable Stalker, I recommend a DM place several disposable red-shirt NPCs along with the party, allowing them to be picked off one by one by the Stalker or taken out by its jumpscare. Make sure, however, that at least one of the deaths happens ‘on screen,’ i.e. where the party can see it, because the Stalker can use its swift action to put on a Gory Display every time it manages to slay a creature. This horrific showing of violence can either enhance the horror’s Str and Con for a short time, restore a chunk of HP to it, give it back one of its expended spell-likes... or cause a single creature within 60ft (which it doesn’t even have to be aware of) to lose any fear immunity it may have. This last one is important if you want it to be a real threat, because otherwise a Paladin or caster with Unbreakable Heart or a party with the humble Calm Emotions can ignore half the Implacable Stalker’s kit.

Circling back to the “horror movie narrative convenience” and combining it with “half the stalker’s kit,” we have the slasher’s ability to sniff out its victims no matter where they’re hiding, except in Pathfinder it’s called Sense Fear. This radius of 120ft detection allows the Stalker to precisely target the exact spot a creature suffering from any level of fear is hiding in, allowing it to teleport to them or threateningly trundle towards them... or pretend to have lost them, only to burst through whatever barrier they thought was safe. Sense Fear even works through most barriers, allowing the Stalker to wait on the other side of a wall to smash through it and grab anyone it finds.

And of course, slashers are always significantly stronger until the Final Girl finally gets over her fear and attacks it back... but until then, every additional character is just another point of weakness. The Implacable Stalker is already tremendously hard to put down, getting +6 Con from the Template, along with Toughness for even more extra HP and a jaw-dropping +6 extra natural armor, but the Terrifying Inevitability of the horror cranks it from “resilient” to “juggernaut” so long as it can see or hear a creature suffering any level of fear. Terrifying Inevitability doubles its insurmountable DR from 5 to 10, gives it an enormous amount of Spell Resistance (16 + its CR), and grants it Fast Healing equal to its Hit Dice, assuring the fearful fool it has at its mercy won’t deal any lasting damage, if they deal damage at all.

I’m recommending the Stalker template with the understanding that it has a VERY good chance of making an encounter unfun rather than exhilarating or terrifying, so use it very carefully, and don’t just drop it on players like a random encounter; build it up, make an environment and a whole setting for it, and make sure players have some method to escape it or finally, heroically fight back against it. Perhaps finding a scroll of Calm Emotions is what allows the party to turn the tides against it? Not only does the suppression of fear prevent the Stalker from turning up Right Behind You, but shuts off its Terrifying Inevitability and prevents it from detecting invisible or hiding creatures with Sense Fear, allowing the party to get the jump on it and finally kill it for good.

Just make sure you double-tap it. Like all good slashers, there’s always a chance it’ll get in one final jumpscare due to its Diehard feat! And worse, it may still live on via Nightmare Resurrection, haunting every victim who witnessed its death for weeks on end via terrifying, traumatic nightmares until they succeed three saves... or the Implacable Stalker comes back, returned to life and full health just in time for the sequel.

You can read more about it here.

#Monster Spotlight #Pathfinder #Dungeons and Dragons #CR 1 to 5 #CR 6 to 10 #CR 11 to 15 #CR 16 to 20 #putting it under each one so it shows up

[abnormalpsychology]

I went to my first Rocky horror screening on Friday and I literally miss it so bad!!! I lost my mind and felt so hot and it was . transcendent . so I made a list of highlights:

- MY FRIEND AND I GETTING SAT IN THE SECOND UP CLOSE FRONT ROW BC WE LOOKED SO ENTHUSIASTIC IN OUR FLOOR SHOW MAKEUP AAGHDH 😳😳

-MY FRIEND AND I GETTING TO BE BETTY AND RALPH HAPSHATT (HER SAYING YES DESPITE NOT EVEN KNOWING WHO THEY WERE LMAO) AND ME MISSING THE BOUQUET TOSS TIMING - MY ONE JOB!!!! - OUT OF SHEER BLUESCREENING FROM SEROTONIN OVERLOAD AND PANIC LMAO

- OUR VIRGIN GAME WAS LITERALLY NOT BAD AT ALL DESPITE ME HAVING BEEN SO SCARED LOL. “I went to Rocky horror and now I’m popped!!” as our repeated call to worship with a guy dressed as the pope agahshgk, they were so gentle w us fr

- THE CAST DID THIS PRE RECORDED ROCKY HORROR VERSION OF THE NICOLE KIDMAN AD AHHAJDJ

- the audience making a joke to the stage guy (who was like probably 30) abt skibidi toliet and him being like “what the FUCK are you talking about” 💀

- preparing the audience for the ride like “people are going to be yelling the worst things you’ve ever heard in your life at the screen.”

- RIGHT INTO IT WITH A STRIPTEASE AND TIDDIES COMING ALL THE WAY OUT ON SCIENCE FICTION DOUBLE FEATURE

- “fight a triffid” “WHAT THE FUCK IS A TRIFFID”

- doing the time warp with a crowd was like the most fun I’ve ever had

- I ALSO GOT TO BE THE FUCKING LEVER RIFF RAFF CRANKS FOR ROCKY TO RISE OUT OF THE TANK LMAO

- I can’t even remember all the crowd chants but so many absolutely DESTROYED me w laughter

- “LIKE UR NECK BITCH”

- “you say goodbye / and I say” “hello 😒”

- “hey Janet are you a slut?” “yes ☺️ I am”

- IT WAS WEIRDLY LIKE CHURCH BC EVERYONE KNEW HOW ALL THIS SHIT WORKED AND HAD THEIR LINES MEMORIZED AND WE DIDNT BUT THEY LITERALLY HAD SIGNS AND SO MUCH KIND NICE INSTRUCTION FOR NEW PPL AND LIKE. I LOVE THEM

- THE LINES I KNEW I WAS SO GODDAMN HAPPY TO KNOW AND I EVEN YELLED OUT MY OWN ONES I CAME UP WITH AND THESE OLDER LADIES BEHIND US KNEW ALL THESE ORIGINAL ONES TOO

- “keep calm / don’t panic” or something like that and everyone just screamed in unison 😭 multiple times lol

- FORGOT TO GET US A PROP BAG BC WE GOT TO BE VIPS WHICH KILLED ME BUT IM GOING BACK ANYWAYS SOOOO 🤪🤪

- everyone had so many funny chants that kept surprising me but I was just singing along bc the songs already are just sOOOOO INCREDIBLY FUN anyways

- the improvisations by the cast were so consistently v funny, I loved them . and like everyone was trans!!! so many binders!!! it was incredible

- “-visitors, let alone offer them hospitality “HORSE BRUTALITY?” WAS SAID SOOO LOUD LMAO

- “it’s a Bird it’s a plane it’s SUPER ASSHOLE”

- THE WEAKLING WEIGHING 98 LBS CALLBACK LINE WAS EVERYONE JUST BEING MEAN TO BRAD AND IT WAS SOOO FUNNY LMAO

- EVERYONE THROWING UP TOLIET PAPER AND PARTY POPPERS AND CARDS IN THE AIR WAS SO BEAUTIFUL TO WATCH ACTUALLY <3

- THE BEDROOM SCENE OUR FRANK WAS LIKE “yep it’s totally me . Brad majors 😐 That’s me” not even TRYING and I fucking died lmao

- OH MY GOD. THE BEDROOM SCENES IN SILHOUETTE WHERE THEY HAD THEM PULL DIFF INSANE PROPS OUT OF BRAD AND JANETS ASSHOLES 💀💀💀💀 I WAS LIKE “THATS NOT HOT????”

- the Eddie chanting (“not the ass but the side!”) was SO FUN I WAS SO HAPPY I STUDIED FOR HOURS READING THE PARTICIPATION SCRIPTS LMAO

- Eddie live where they did the hand jive and I couldn’t do it fast enough and Rocky was wtaching me and said “IM LOOKING AT YOU”

- THE REVEAL OF EDDIE’S BODY WHERE THEY COULDNT HAVE HIM LYING UNDERNEATH THE TABLE SO THEY JUST HAD HIS ACTOR RUN OUT AND BE DEAD AS FAST AS POSSIBLE FHSAHSHHAHAHA

- them like “haha Dr Scott! we are eating ur nephew” 💀 #prankd

- I got to throw in my own little lines with like “You’re going to kill him? What’s his crime?”“WHATS NOT?” And I FELT SO FUNNY FOR IT

- riff saying “my most beautiful sister” and my friend (WHO HADNT FINISHED THE MOVIE) turning to me slowly like .. 😟?

- EVEN IN “IM GOING HOME” THEY STILL HAD CHANTS MAKING FUN OF IT FHAJQHS

- THEY DID SUPER HEROES AND I WENT “THANK YOU JESUS” ALOUD HFJSJW

- they had audience members also be the table Frank rides in the scene and the sonic oscillator which was so great!!! my FAVORITE of which was the cutie playing the globe at the end who got so dizzy she had to stop 😭❤️

- anyways it went crazy. pls go to Rocky horror if you get a chance asap!!!! go to events! be gay! it will change ur life

- <3 u rockyhorror :)

#bbge.text #rocky horror picture show #rocky horror #rhps

[sequinsmile-x]

Wise

Aaron and Emily's 4-year-old daughter wants to go as the infamous demon clown from It for Halloween, but a bout of chicken pox ruins her plans.

-x-

Hi friends!

I recently did a poll about what I should write next and a prompt from the lovely @astridncs - who asked for a fic where Hotchniss's daughter wants to be Pennywise for Halloween - and a prompt of my own - the family gets chicken pox - got the SAME percentage in the poll. So, as any normal person would, I combined them.

I hope you like this, and that it's just the right mix of funny, hurt/comfort and domestic fluff <3

Please do let me know what you think! -x-

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of clowns/Pennywise. All the talk of chicken pox might make you itchy.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron smiles as he hears the front door open, shortly followed by his daughter running towards the living room, her smile wide as she runs up to him, still in her jacket.

“Hi, Daddy!” Violet exclaims, her excitement palpable, “I picked my Halloween outfit.” 

“You mean a costume, princess,” he says, dutifully undoing the buttons on the 4-year-old's jacket for her and helping her take it off, “And that’s good, it’s Halloween this weekend.” 

Jack had picked his costume weeks ago, gently reassured that he didn’t have to go as Aaron every year when he eventually landed on Spiderman. Benjamin, being 8 months old, didn’t have much of a choice- and would be wearing the same pumpkin costume Penelope had bought Violet for her first Halloween. Violet had struggled to decide what she wanted to wear for trick or treating, agonising over the decision like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. 

“Why don’t you tell Daddy what you decided on, sweetie,” Emily says as she walks into the room, smiling at her husband as she sits next to him on the couch, “Hi,” she whispers as she stamps a kiss against his lips. 

“Hi,” he replies kissing her again before he turns his attention back to his daughter, her excitement clear in her dark eyes, in the way she was practically bouncing up and down, “What are you going as?”

“Penny.”

He smiles, “You want to go as Aunt Penny? She’ll love that-”

“No,” Emily cuts over him, clearly smothering a laugh as she clears her throat, “Not Aunt Penny. She means Pennywise the Clown.” 

It takes a moment for his wife’s words to register, for the level of amusement she clearly felt to line up with what she had said. He frowns, his eyebrows knitting together as he remembers the first time he’d seen It. How Tim Curry’s version of the demon clown had stayed with him for weeks, making him shiver every time he thought about it. He’d seen trailers for the new version that was about to come out, modern filmmaking allowing it to be even creepier and more insidious, and it had reawakened an old fear.

A fear of something that his 4-year-old daughter had lovingly dubbed Penny.

He turns back to Violet and smiles, grateful for years in his chosen career that means he doesn’t show her how she really feels. 

“That’s great, Vi,” he says, placing his hand on Emily’s thigh and squeezing when she giggles next to him, “Jack is in the den playing MarioKart if you want to go play?” 

She nods enthusiastically and runs away, scratching the back of her neck and calling her big brother's name as she goes. As soon as she’s out of earshot he turns to Emily, his eyebrows furrowed.

“How does she know who Pennywise is?” 

Emily scrunches her nose up, a mix of amusement and vague horror that her little girl seemed to have fallen in love with a character from a horror movie washing over her. 

“There was a big display in Target with merchandise for the new movie,” she says, placing her hand over his on her leg and linking their fingers together, “I thought she’d be terrified but she was fascinated. She said she liked his make-up.” 

“Well she can’t go as him…” he starts, watching how Emily avoids his eye contact, her gaze fixed on their joint hands, “You already got everything didn’t you.”

She shrugs as she smiles at him, the same dark eyes that she’d passed on to both their youngest children meeting his. Her cheeks go pink with embarrassment, “Don’t act like you would have been able to say no to her either. Plus, she didn’t quite seem herself when I picked her up from school. She only perked up when she saw the damn clown.” 

Violet had them both wrapped around her finger the moment they’d first seen her as a grainy dot during Emily’s first ultrasound. He knows she’s right, that if anything he would have crumbled even sooner than his wife. Any further conversation is cut off as they hear crying from upstairs a second before it crackles through the baby monitor on the coffee table, letting them know that Benjamin is done with his nap. Emily gets up to go see him, but Aaron stops her, leaning in to kiss her cheek before he stands up.

“You did the school run, I’ll go sort him out.” 

She smiles and nods, squeezing his hand once more before he lets go and she watches him go. She huffs out a breath as she slumps back on the couch. She was exhausted. A kind of tiredness that ran bone deep but she couldn’t figure out why, the level of fatigue she was feeling not quite matching up with what she’d done the last few days. She smiles as she hears Aaron walk into the nursery, his voice soft down the baby monitor as she hears him talk to their youngest when he walks into the room. She switches off the monitor, groaning as she sits up straight, and she hears her daughter's familiar footfall on the hardwood floor. Violet runs in and sits next to her on the couch, immediately leaning against her. 

“I thought you were playing with Jack?” Emily says, tucking Violet into her side. She frowns when Violet shrugs and snuggles in deeper to her side. “You ok, sweet girl?” She asks, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. She pauses when she feels the heat of the little girls skin, and she pulls back to put her hand on Violet’s forehead, wincing when she feels that she’s got the start of a fever, “You feel a bit warm, baby. Let’s get your sweater off for a little bit,” she suggests, and Violet nods, taking off her sweater, mussing up her neat braids that Aaron had done that morning as she pulls it over her head. 

Emily takes it from her and frowns when she sees a few red marks on her arm, clustered around the inside of her elbow, the skin around it looking pink and sore. She gently grabs Violet’s arm to get a closer look. 

“Does this hurt Vi?” She asks, looking up at her, concern bubbling in her stomach and the little girl shakes her head, “Are you sure?” 

“It scratches.” 

“Itches, sweetie,” she corrects gently. She bites her lower lip and calls out, hoping her husband won’t confirm her suspicions. She hears Aaron walk down the stairs, “Honey? Can you come here?” 

He appears around the corner, Benjamin on his hip, the little boy still looking a little sleepy, his head on his father’s shoulder. Aaron frowns at the sight in front of his wife and daughter snuggled on the couch, Violet burrowing into Emily’s side in a way she only ever did when she was tired or sick.

“Is everything okay?” 

“She’s a little warm, and she has a rash on her arm,” Emily says as Aaron leans in to have a closer look, he takes almost an immediate step back, making sure Benjamin is on his hip furthest from them. Emily’s frown deepens, “What?” 

He sighs, and looks at his daughter, the little girl looking more forlorn by the second, “I think she has chicken pox.”

___

Emily hums softly as she runs her fingers through Violet’s hair, looking down to double-check that she is still asleep. The paediatrician had confirmed Aaron’s suspicion when they’d called and advised what they needed to do - including, if they could, keeping her away from her little brother to try and minimise the risk of him getting it too. Emily had called the school to let them know Violet wouldn’t be in for the rest of the week, and the teacher told her three other students had come down with chicken pox in the last week or so, answering the question of where she had picked it up from.

The bedroom door opens and Emily looks up from where she is sitting on Violet’s bed and she smiles softly at her husband. Her smile slips away at the look on his face, the way he blows out a breath, and she groans, making sure she keeps her voice quiet so she doesn’t wake up the little girl glued to her side. 

“Oh no, please don’t tell me…”

Aaron sighs as she drifts off and he pushes his hands into his pockets, “Looks like Jack has it too, he said he didn’t feel too great when you took Violet for her bath. He’s got a rash too.” 

She closes her eyes and shakes her head and she scratches her abdomen idly, “How the hell are we going to keep Benny away from them until their rashes clear up,” she mutters, shaking her head, “They’ll have been infectious for days anyway.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes fixed on how she was scratching her abdomen just to the left of her scar, seemingly unaware that she was doing it, “But he isn’t showing any symptoms, and he hasn’t had the vaccine for it yet so the doctor said it’s best to keep him away.” 

Emily nods and she looks back down at Violet, “You’re right,” she says, and she looks back up at her husband, “Who’s going to break it to her this means no trick or treating this year?” 

“Well, at least it means she won’t dress up like a demon clown,” Aaron deadpans, smiling as his wife rolls her eyes before he’s once again drawn to how she’s scratching her skin through her shirt. His eyes drift and land on a small patch of skin on her arm just visible from the hem of her sleeve. Red spots surrounded by pink skin. “Sweetheart…” he says curiously, only carrying on when their eyes meet, “Did you ever have chicken pox when you were a kid?”

“No,” she replies quickly, “Why?” She asks, but her eyes widen as she realises what she’s been doing, her scratching coming to a halt almost immediately. She pulls up the sleeve on her arm and groans at the sight of the rash that hadn’t been there that morning, “Oh, for fuck sake.” 

___

It was a rough few days in the Hotchner household. 

Emily had been hit harder by chicken pox than Violet and Jack, since they’d both been vaccinated against it when they were toddlers. Their symptoms were managed easily with medication and chamomile lotion. Emily, however, had a fever that kept peaking overnight, leading to Aaron being so worried about her that he’d barely slept. He kept a vigil from the other side of the bedroom to try and stop himself from getting too close since he was also looking after Benjamin, whilst trying to constantly remind his wife why it wasn’t a good idea for her to go near the 8-month-old. 

Aaron yawns as he paces the nursery with Benjamin in his arms. The baby was grumpy, his forehead against Aaron’s neck as he mumbled the sound Aaron knew meant mama. He sighs as he presses a kiss to his son’s forehead, running his hand up and down his back as he tries to soothe him as best as he can. 

“I know, buddy,” he says, kissing his dark hair, “Mommy is my favourite too, but I’m just trying to stop you from getting sick.” 

He continues pacing until Benjamin finally gives up the fight against sleep and goes slack in his arms. He carefully places him down and leaves the nursery. He knocks on Jack’s bedroom door and opens it, smiling at the sight of his eldest sitting up in bed, white spots on his skin where lotion had tried over his blisters, and his game controller in his hands.

“How are you feeling buddy?”

Jack shrugs, “I’m okay. Itchy.”

Aaron smiles, “Just make sure-”

“Don’t scratch, I know,” he replies, rolling his eyes at his dad, something Aaron was sure he’d never done before Emily moved in with them. Jack turns serious for a second, his concern clear. “Is Mom okay? 

Aaron still remembered Jack coming up to him a few years ago, just after Violet had been born, a nervous look on his face as he asked whether he could start calling Emily's mom. He’d been worried Haley would be angry at him for it, something Aaron had assured him couldn’t be further from the truth. He assured his eldest that if it felt right for him he should do it, and Jack had smiled and run across the house to ask Emily, who had burst into tears because she was exhausted and full of hormones. Even though the memory involved all of the people he loved most in the world crying, it was one of Aaron’s favourites. One of the moments he knew he’d fought to experience.

“She’s fine, I promise,” he assures him, and Jack nods, “I’ll leave you to it. Only 30 more minutes on your game before you go to sleep, okay?” 

Jack nods again, “Night, Dad. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

He’s almost in the doorway of the master bedroom when he hears a noise from the main bathroom. He turns and sees that Violet’s door is slightly open, the light from her nightlight seeping out of her room, casting shadows throughout the hallway. The bathroom door is also open and he hears the noise again, a small crash that draws him closer. 

Later, he won’t be able to explain his reaction. As she pushes the door open he spots Violet sitting on the counter and facing the mirror, she turns to face him as he enters the room, and he jumps as their eyes meet, a noise he’ll later refuse was a scream escaping him as he places his hand on his chest. 

Violet had apparently found one of Emily’s red lipsticks and drawn vertical red lines from her forehead down to her lips, passing over her eyelids as they met at her lips, which were also covered in the lipstick. There was a bright red dot on her nose, drawn messily, and Aaron could see the almost worn-down lipstick on the counter. 

He should have known that Halloween essentially being cancelled from his family wouldn’t save him from his daughter's apparent love for Pennywise. 

Violet giggles at his reaction and reaches her arms out for him. “Silly Daddy! I’m Penny.” 

“Aaron? Is everything okay I heard a…” Emily asks before she walks into the room, her eyes wide as she stops in the doorway. She’s still covered in a rash. It had spread to her face, and even to the inside of her mouth. She was miserable and desperate to feel better, and she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She blinks and shakes her head as she looks back and forth between Aaron and Violet, “Am I hallucinating? Has my fever spiked again?” 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, your daughter got into your makeup and decided to do her Halloween makeup,” he says, winking at his wife, “You go back to bed, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She nods and turns to leave before she looks at him again, “Make sure you get some photos.” 

He smiles and nods, pulling his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, “I was already planning on it,” he says, and they exchange a smile before she walks back to the bedroom. He turns to look at his daughter, “Smile for the camera.” 

As he takes the pictures, the messily drawn makeup and the chicken pox spots visible on her skin, he knows this will one day be one of his favourites. One of the many pictures she’ll end up hating, her cheeks red with embarrassment when she’s older and too cool for her parents and horrified that her dad has this photo on his desk. Once he’s happy, the pictures already in his favourites folder, he puts his phone away and lifts her off of the counter, holding her close as she wraps her arms around his neck. 

“Let’s go clean your face and get you to bed, Penny.” 

___

For the first time in days, Emily feels human. Her rash was gone and, whilst the fatigue was still lingering, she was no longer contagious, meaning she could finally do what she’d wanted to do for days. 

She’s sitting on the couch with Benjamin asleep on her chest, his face pressed into her skin as he naps. She runs her hand up and down his back and periodically presses a kiss to the top of his head, breathing in the scent she’d missed so much it hurt since she’d got sick. 

“Want me to take him up to bed?”

She turns to look at her husband and shakes her head, tightening her hold on him, “No,” she replies, kissing the top of her son’s head again, “I’m catching up on Benny time.” 

“Violet and Jack are in bed. They both crashed hard after we finally let them at the Halloween candy,” Aaron smiles softly as he sits down next to her. He studies his wife and son, how Benjamin was as relaxed as he had been in days, his face completely slack, a small wet patch of drool on Emily’s skin. How Emily was holding him tightly like she was trying to press her love into his skin, her affection, as if it wasn’t what she’d made him with. Every bit of him stitched together with how much she loved him. “I’m sorry I kept you guys apart for so long.”

“Honey, you have nothing to apologise for,” she says, resting her cheek against the top of Benjamin’s head, “It was the right thing to do. It just sucked,” she takes one of her hands from her son’s back and places it on Aaron’s knee and squeezes, “Thank you for looking after all of us so well.” 

“It was my pleasure,” he says sincerely, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and settling closer. He kisses her forehead and they sit in contented silence and he runs his hand up and down her arm, his soft smile slips off of his face as he’s hit with a realisation, “You’re going to tell everyone about me screaming at the Pennywise make up aren’t you?”

“Oh honey,” she says, tilting her head to look up at him and reaching up to cup his cheek, a familiar glint in her eyes, “I already have.” 

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[megsssshie]

Ms. Perfect

FEATURING: fratboy!gojo satoru

CONTENT: nsfw,me,fingering,unprotected sex,name calling, rough sex, kinda non!con at first, mean mean gojo, my personal opinion on frat boys

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

A/N: this was kinda at little too personal when it came to frat boys! 3 days left thooo and i never thought id degrade myself like this what i do for myself-

I was invited by my dumb college friends to some stupid frat party for Halloween. I hate parties, I hate people. I would much rather be in my apartment reading, or watching some cheesy horror movie where all the characters die in absurd ways.

But here I was, standing in front of my full body mirror dressed in a way too revealing dark angel costume I managed to string together at the very last minute.

Apparently, the party was some grand event where stupid teenage girls went as an excuse to “let off steam” or ‘live a little’, which roughly translated to ‘i want an excuse to be a slut ,get drunk, and hook up with a random horny frat boy and catch god knows what from him!’ all enthusiastically. That could never be me. Out of all the people in the world, the ones I hate the most were frat boys. the list could go on and on about the reasons I hate them so much. but the most important was the biggest reason of them all.

they’re all idiots.

if hating frat boys was first on the shit list, idiots were the second.

I facetimed my best friend Emma, to check in on me when she would pick me up. she was the one who managed to convince me that going to this lame party would get me out of my shell, if there was a shell to be broken that is. to me, I didn’t have a ‘shell’, I was just introverted.

she picked up. “hey shorty— oooo you look so sexy, i bet all them sexy bitches are gonna foam at the mouth looking at you!” she geeked. I fought a smile. she’s always managed toget me in a better mood. “ugh, you bitch. you’re the one who wanted me to go to this dumb ass party. you know i hate the weirdos that host them.” I replied half joking.

she knew that I was slightly serious about what I was telling her, but she also knew deep down in her heart that I would have a good time. “oh come on Ash, you have to live sometime in your life. what would you even been doing right now? reading some stupid ass book while you could be getting laid?” I scoffed at her comment. “hey! books ARE better than boys. you know i hate the guys in the frat, i'm not going to have a good time.” I rolled my eyes. “when are you getting here”

“im basically outside your house, come outside dummy”

“ i’ll be out in a minute”

I hung up. ran to get my charger, headphones and everything else a girl needs to go for a night out.

I arrived at the party with my best friend Emma and she practically had a flock of 27 billion men approach her within the first 3 hours. she dragged me to the dance floor for a couple of songs we both enjoyed every once in a while. Though I would never admit it but I was enjoying myself. “aren’t you glad you came tiny?” she asked excitedly. I put my phone down and crossed my arms. “eh not really it’s kinda meh for me, but the guys sure seem to love you” I smiled. I was definitely happy for her, it just kind of stung to not have anyone look at me the same way they did her. I wasnt’t ugly that’s for sure, but my bestfriend happened to be the definition sexy asf . So that unfortunately made me look less attractive by comparison to other people. but I just had to suck it up, right?

“you’re not the only one shorty, someone’s been eyeing you up all night.” she smirked. “WHAT?!” I yelped, probably a little too loud for anyone’s liking. I felt the stares of at least a dozen people on you, but its not like the reaction was disingenuous. I never had been attractive to guys. so the surprise of the comment was indeed genuine. I would have never thought in a million years that a man would look at me next to your best friend.

in a hushed tone loud enough for only her to hear I asked “who?” she giggled.

“the cutie in the ghost face mask”

I turned in the direction she was nodding in. I saw a very attractive man in the mask. she wasn’t lying when she said he was cute. but it was kind of an under-exaggeration. he was hot. like extremely hot. not like I could see his face with that damn mask on but just by his demeanor he was hot. but that doesn’t excuse the fact that he looked like a man whore in that black tank top and grey sweatpants.

“fuck me”.

I shook my head violently. me and a man? never. I also hate men. that was probably the second reason I hate frats. but I definitely couldn’t deny he was for sure attractive. the way the tightness of the black cloth around his chest was almost just as sinful as the budding warmth in between my legs.

I was probably staring for a second too long because I heard “cutie approaching right fucking now.”

“oh shit”. I mumbled trying to calm myself before he gets to me.

why the fuck am I so nervous? I should be even giving this man the time of day, and yet here I was nervously sweating at the thought of him. I don’t get to finish my thoughtshoughts before you hear a “hey”

oh.my.fucking.god

his voice. his fucking voice. oh my god. you could of turned to mush at the sound of it. I would just love to hear how he sound when he’s inside of-

“sorry, did my beauty stun you darling?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at him. ‘ugh, great’ you thought. ‘another man ruined by opening his mouth’. third thing on the shit list was. cocky men.

“um, no. hi” I managed to get out, though it was barely audible. “i can’t even see how you look, how do i know your not lying to me about your ‘beauty’” I teased, a lot more confidently than before. I could see my best friend practically jaw dropped at the interaction from the corner of my eye.

what she and him didn’t know is that I am absolutely shitting my pants right about now.

he leaned in closer and gripped my chin. holy fuck was I trembling? ‘yeah, he’s hot’ . I was sort of scared and excited all at the same time. and I was sure he knew it too. he tipped my head around, almost like he was studying me. I couldn’t be more thrilled and disgusted at the same time. why was I letting this complete stranger touch me, let alone a frat boy. who even was I right now?

he essentially engulfed you with his shadow, standing so tall it was unfathomable. “you don’t have to see my face to know im gorgeous, angel. just know that i am and take it as fact”

“im gonna get a drink, you two have fun” your best friend chimed. I glared at her and then giving that ‘don’t leave me here, help me bitch’ look. “have fun~” she repeated walking away from the two of us. I was tempted to yell after her to not to leave me with this total stranger. ‘that fucking bitch left me with this asshole’, I internally grumbled. he seemed to notice my change in body language. “hey, don’t worry darling, i’ll take great care of you while that little friend of yours is gone.” he purred in my ear.

I replied sarcastically. “yeah because all of you frat boys are just incredible at taking care of girls.” he paused for a moment. “wow! honey, you think that low of me? i’m hurt” he stated dramatically, one hand on his chest, and the other snakes around my waist gripped tighty.

“well, my my angel, i’ll show you just how good i can treat you. maybe then it’ll shut that mouth of yours”

I grew nervous. what was he going to do to me? the thought of everything that simple sentence had me spiraling in arousal. I knew I shouldn’t have even been considering the possibility of what he would be doing. I knew damn well what he wants out of me. and frankly I didn’t care. I squeezed my thighs attempting to relieve the rapid thumping in between my legs.

“you don’t have to squirm darling, let me help you” he forces his knee up against the wall in between my legs . I whimper trying to keep all attention off of me at this very moment. the last thing I needed to do was be caught with someone like him. I attempted to push him off of me but he was too heavy for me. he left a trail of kisses from my jawline all the way to my collarbone. biting harder with each kiss. I wriggled around trying to push him off of me, scared to get caught.

“nuh uh, no resisting my love. you know just as well as i do that you want this” he purred. he was right I did want this. I wanted to be taken advantage of in front of all these people. the thought of it making the wet spot in my panties grow bigger and bigger. “shut the fuck up.” I muttered. he slightly backed away for a second.

“really now? is this what we’re doing now honey?” he sighed. “i bet your fucking hideous under that mask. maybe this is the only way you can even have a girl even slightly attracted to you-“ before I could even finish the sentence I jolted toward and felt his big hand gripped around my wrist. “hey! what the fuck are you doing asshole?! get the fuck off of me!” I yelped.

“i tried to be nice to you darling, but you just couldn’t be good for me huh”

I continued to hit and curse at him until I reached a bed room. he practically flung me to the full sized mattress on the other side of the room, before locking the door and marching towards me. that small mix of excitement and fear suddenly rushes back into me. I decide to be bitchy, not like that hasn’t worked for me before.

“what the actual fuck was that for you dickhead? that fucking hurt” I whined.

he suddenly gripped my jaw, your panties are sopping. “i tried to be nice with you doll, but you just had to ruin it with your bratty mouth. if you want to act like a bitch, i’ll treat you like one”

something about that threat scared me, but at this point I absolutely destroyed any type of common sense I may have had before entering the party was surely abandoned. so before I know it a statement I'd learn to soon to regret slips out of your mouth.

“so do it then, mother fucker”

without any sort of hesitation he pushes me hard, deeper into the bed and forcefully chokes me. I can’t even breathe and yet I hear yourself moaning. something about being treated like an object was doing it for me.

“you like being treated like a filthy whore,baby? yeah?” I nodded frantically, almost begging for him to continue.

his knees were on either side of me, keeping you from resisting. its not like I was going to anyway.

he removed his hand from my throat, and made his down into that black little mini skirt that went with my costume. he felt around a little bit until he found your clit and slowly rubbing it in circles. “ah fuck” I whimpered. “yeah? you like that baby? tell me how much you love it” he spoke, in an extremely demanding tone. “i love it when you touch me,baby” I said trying my best to hold back the noises trying to escape my mouth.

“tell me everything you want me to do to you and i’ll do it to you if you’re good” he said picking up the pace with his fingers, earning a low gasp from me.

“i want you to slap me. i want you to spit on me and call me a whore, daddy. make me your bitch” I said pleadingly. at this point, I didn’t give a damn how pathetic I sounded. he was too good at making me feel good. I may or may not regret it in the morning, but that’s a problem for future me.

“that’s my good girl, don’t your worry your pretty little head. i’m gonna make you feel real good tonight babe” he removed his finger from my clit and I whined at the lack of stimulation. but it was replaced with a sense of fullness. he inserted two of his lengthy fingers inside of me. lubed up with my slick and juices. he used the pad of his thumb to continue circling my clit.

I gasped loudly this time not holding back any of the noises I made. My eyes rolled back from the pleasure of him. he curled his fingers inside my pussy, carefully and slowly as if he was looking for something.

“OH MY GOD” I threw your head back, gripping the sheets. my tits bounced in response to me back arching and me squriming. “yeah? looks like i found your g-spot, take it bitch, take my fucking fingers inside of you”

he finally took off the mask and put it on the top of his head. I hate to admit it but he was right. he was gorgeous. he had those aquamarine blue eyes. god, it would look even more gorgeous looking up at me.

I couldn’t really pay attention to his features for too long before he took both of my legs over his shoulders, his hands having a heavy, almost painful grip on both of my thighs and started eating me out like it was his first meal in decades. his tounge was like magic. he was lapping my cunt up so good he had me staring. I was a moaning mess. I kept loudly rambling about how good it felt, my quivering legs clasped together with his head it the middle of my thighs.

“you’re being so good for me baby, you taste so good” the praise only made my moans grow louder. he moved his hand onto one of my tits squeezing my nipple and simultaneously sucking on my clit, having me practically screaming.

“baby, fuck, i’m gonna cum. please can i cum”

“cum for me darling”

soon I was seeing white and sobbing thank you’s

but that didn't stop eating me.despite my cry’s of pleasure and overstimulation. I was babbling about god knows what before he finally stopped.

I feel relieved but the relief is broken quickly by his words.

“we’re not done yet darling, i have so many more things i need to do to you.”

he hikes my skirt up and pulls your thong down to my ankles. then pulls my shirt down just enough for both my breasts to be exposed, he removes his shirt and sweats to expose his long hard cock. it was definitely big, scary big. I didn’t even know how it was possible for it to fit inside of me but I was dumb and painfully horny so it’s not like that was important right now.

“open your mouth” he demanded. I was confused but I didn’t question it. I obliged and I feel his saliva reach my mouth. you swallowed and opened your mouth again to show for it.

“good fucking girl” and with that he rammed his dick inside my sensitive pussy. I screamed “YES” with my eyes rolling back and pulling his body closer to mine, my nails clawing on his back. he bit my neck while he bottomed out and rhythmically thrusted in and out of me , his hand making its way around my neck. I hear his quiet moans in your ear, that was almost enough to make me climax right then and there.

he pulled out of me and flipped me on my stomach and grabbed my hair, pulling me towards him, forcing an large arch in my back. the wet slapping sounds continued to get more and more frequent. “who’s pussy is this?” he growled. “yours!” I exclaimed “say my name bitch” he moaned. “it’s yours daddy” I screamed. “that’s a good little slut. taking daddy’s dick like this? you like that yeah?”

“yes!” I sobbed, coming close to my orgasm. “please pound my pussy like the whore i am, pleasepleasepleasePLEASE” I rambled. he moaned, slapping my ass. he flipped me back into missionary, I whined at the loss of contact.

“i want to see your face when you cum” he said, putting the mask back on. he slammed himself into me, and thrusting much quicker than before. he spit on my face and his fingers made it back to my clit.

“oh my god, im gonna cum”

he didn’t go any faster or any slower, he just kept ramming his hard cock inside my dripping pussy. “cum for me angel, cum for me.”

my legs were shaking as the overwhelming sense of pleasure washed over my entire body, my babbles and tight cunt added onto his high. he didn’t stop thrusting, making me overstimulated and screaming. my brain turning into mush.

“fuck i’m gonna cum too baby” he moaned.

like he said, he did indeed cum. his semen spilling inside of me, me spamming from the feeling of his warm cum inside of me. I knew after this, there’s no way in hell I wasn’t pregnant after this.

he pulled his cock out of me, his cum dripping out of my pussy. he seemed mesmerized by the sight. I took my finger and scooped up some of the cum and put them inside my mouth.

he rushed around the room looking for a towel and cleaned me up.

“i hope whoever’s room this is, isn’t going to be too upset about this” he chuckled.

“this isn’t even your room???”I half laughed.

“nope,but on another note, i think i might of gotten you pregnant which is kind of hot” he said nervously

I laughed and said something even more embarrassing

“and this is probably way too late to ask, but what’s your name again?”

"Gojo Satoru, Gojo."

"Well Satoru Gojo, I had fun." I say winking.

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[goldengoddess]

(if ur comfy w it) poly helnik x reader hcs?

poly!helnik headcanons ♡

omg yes absolutely!!! i don’t think i can make a very long fic or hc list out of this but here are some quick thoughts 💗💗💘💖💞💗 also i have never been in a poly relationship so let me know if there’s anything i should change <3

poly!helnik is such a beautiful thought i cannot believe it hasn’t come to my head before

what first comes to mind is all the cuddling

we know that matthias and nina can’t keep their hands off each other and it would be the same with you

matthias would take turns spooning the two of you of course

and on hard days, nina loves spooning you as well

“you’re just so easy to hold! you fit perfectly in my arms” she’d tell you, laughing into your neck

i imagine matthias using his big soldier muscles to build a specially made bed the three of you can fit on comfortably

it’d probably take a couple of weeks for him to finish but neither of you are complaining

all those muscles and all

nina would insist on making a whole Show out of it

making popcorn, pulling up the coach to watch him work, complimenting him in her very nina way

“yes you beautiful fjerdan man, you cut that wood!”

she mostly does it to make you laugh

dates would be sooo fun with the three of you together

obviously without a doubt weekly waffle dates

either the three of you go out or you bring nina waffled or matthias surprises the two of you on an early sunday morning

it’s a favorite tradition

you and nina are movie enthusiasts so the two of you go to the cinema together at least once a month

if only to hear her commentary and jokes

especially during horror movies

“do you see that guy? what an idiot who walks into a dark scary hallway when there’s a murder on the loose”

matthias would attempt to take you fishing

most of the date would be him laughing at you obviously

& making fun of your technique

dating the two of them almost meant that some nights you’d stay home and wait for them to get back from a date

usually sitting to watch a movie as you waited

and being showered with the most kisses and love

all around, the three of you are the most happy

the peace the three of you have with each other is something that none of you ever thought you’d have

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[jshookthighs]

thank you so much for your services <3 you are feeding us out here

I have recently fallen in love with the idea of Corey coming to visit you at work when it's a slow day . Maybe a little because he misses you and he's protective of you, but really he knows you're protecting him--especially (pre-Michael Corey) . He can just linger and talk to you and nobody really notices him because they're busy doing their own thing. And what? What are they gonna say? It's a public space and you're in charge. It's freeing, and you like to see him out.

Lmao i'm such a sap for this man (obviously) but I know you get it at least ;D

Ahhh, sweet, sweet domestic bliss - I am a sucker for that stuff, honestly it just makes me melt. Then you add Corey to that??? Bruh that's it, I'm done for.

For the easier reading experience (and honestly writing experience) I'm making us work at a gas station. I'm sorry if that sounds weird, it's just the first thought I had // also this is like a weird mix of headcanons and a fic

ANYWAYS

Corey Visiting You at Work:

Just imagine Corey just sitting quietly beside you at the register, perched on a stool you had stolen from the back room that he has now claimed his own. No one but him was allowed in his seat. Corey always visited you when you were scheduled for the night shift, claiming that he wanted to keep you safe from the creeps that roamed Haddonfield once the sun went down - but you knew he got lonely, missing coming home from a long day at the junkyard and slipping into bed with you, ending the night in your arms. Lying in your cold bed, surrounded by your scent, he physically can't relax and makes his way to the door, puts on his shoes, and slips into the inky black of the night with his heart leading his feet in your direction.

You don't complain though, you can't. You enjoy his company and he makes the unbearable shift like heaven on earth. There are large time differences between when customers come in and when it's dead quiet. In that space, you two spend the time talking and goofing off. Hell, Corey even helps clean so you won't have to worry about it - of course, he mostly does it to pay off his chocolate milk debt. Whenever he gets thirsty, he just grabs another bottle from the fridge lining the back wall. Even though each drink comes out of your paycheck, you couldn't handle telling him he couldn't have that delicious treat he loves so much. It's a small price to pay to keep him happy.

While the music that drifts through the building is early 2000's hits a playlist your boss insists plays all day, every day sometimes, a slow song comes on. It's times like these when Corey will stand up from his spot, grab your hand and lead you to the center of the store. His arms around your middle and yours around his neck, you both sway back in forth laughing at the romantic gesture in the most unromantic of places. He always knows how to make you feel loved. Of course once that song is over and the next one rolls around, you're both jumping around and dancing like idiots to NSYNC.

As much as you love having Corey at work with you, the customers really don't. Sometimes you both get so caught up in your conversations about what horror movies are the best or whether a hotdog is considered a sandwich or not that you ignore the line that waits for you to ring up their items. It's three in the morning, so you don't really care about the man drumming his fingers on the counter, Corey's enthusiastically talking about his passions, and like hell are you gonna rip your attention away from him. When you finally decide to do your job, you quickly finish up the transaction and went straight back to giggling and gossiping with the curly-headed man.

As the night goes on, the chatter tends to dwindle into a comforting silence, just the two of you just enjoying the other's company underneath the harsh fluorescent lights. While his stature is hard to ignore, sometimes, his presence isn't very obvious. He's quiet and he's learned to make himself invisible to a crowd, it's quite the talent he's acquired. While you fiddle with the register and check on the slushie machine, he likes to roam the aisles, just memorizing the items on the shelves. The night is calm and still, that is until the jingle of the bells hanging off the door rings out, announcing the entrance of a customer. You turn away from the wall of cigarettes you were restocking to greet whoever came in, instead of the typical image of some drunk kids or a shaggy-looking truck driver, you're looking directly down the barrel of a gun. This idiot had the audacity to try and rob the store. Of course, you're terrified as the masked assailant starts making demands of opening the register and not trying anything stupid. Unknown to this thief, he has royally fucked up. Out of all the gas stations at this specific time, he had to choose this one now. Luckily for you, he didn't notice the figure standing in the back corner, perusing the fridge for another drink. Taking slow, methodical steps, Corey makes his way behind the assailant. Your eyes, flash to behind the man, making him turn to look at where your eyes are pointed. As his guard goes down, Corey attacks. The men wrestle till Corey is able to knock the gun to the ground. They rip through the store - snacks and products tumbling from their shelves till they both fall to the linoleum floor between aisles and out of sight. You can hear the men struggling, fighting for power. Then there's a crash, the sound of broken glass then drowned out by a wet *squish* followed by gargling. Your heart is beating out of your chest - the silence suffocating you as you hold your breath. Then, you see a mop of curly brown hair peek over the shelf, a disheveled Corey shuffling back up to the front desk. He's shaking as he holds you close "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" it's almost amusing to you how even in moments like these, he's more concerned about you than himself. You reassure him and check him for injuries as well. He's bruised and cut but overall not too bad. As for the other guy, that's a different story. He lays flat on his back, a piece of glass bottle sticking grotesquely out the side of his neck. It looks like Corey had smashed a milk bottle and used it as a makeshift weapon during the struggle. You can't help but sigh, placing your hand on your hips and surveying the damages. You walk over to the front door and lock it while telling Corey, "Well, if you get the body, I'll get the mop." Thank God your boss was too cheap to install security cameras, cause you had a lot of cleanup to do before your shift ends. As you pass him to head into the back room, you pull Corey down to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you for protecting me, honey. I love you." you smile at the blush that dusts the tops of his cheeks. With that, you both get to work.

Ever since then, Corey has made it a point to come to every single one of your night shifts, even some of your day ones! You may have been unharmed this time, but he refuses to even let the chance of this happening again exist. He becomes your own personal work bodyguard, keeping you company and safe. Don't worry, darling, nothing's gonna hurt you, not while he's there <3

Note: Heyyyyyy so I definitely just rambled like a crazy person so sorry for subjecting ya'll to this. Don't be afraid to send me whatever - I love teeth-rotting fluff and down-bad smut. The only thing is that I'm a little slow when it comes to posting // I don't post very regularly

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