#There is a power dynamic and he longs to keep it in place. Period.

[tarjapearce]

Pure Instinct

Symbiote! Miguel O'Hara x Spiderwoman! Reader

Art by Lenin Francis Yu

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Preying behaviors, bickering, ambiguous relationships, breeding kink, objectification, creampies, Monster fucking, overstimulation, prey/hunter dynamics, mentions of period. Canon places, Not proofread.

Summary: A little guest from another dimension has a penchant for ovulation.

Another one for the Miguelverse

Special thanks to this nonny for the wonderful idea ❤️❤️

If you had to hear another word about world domination or how mistaken your views as a hero from another anomaly were, you'd surely rip your hair out.

Miguel delivered the last kick on Doc Oc's variant while you handled the trap.

"God, I swear if he keeps talking about the fucking sun on his hands-"

"Can you shut up and help?!" Miguel grunted as one of the villain's tentacles squeezed his skull, with the intention of leaving his head a bloody pulp, while slamming him against a wall.

"On it! " With a huff you shot your webs and kicked Doc Oc's spine, earning a pained growl from the man, but it was enough distraction for Miguel to pull his talons out and slice through metal and wire in a vicious outburst, destroying the tentacles in several rubble pieces.

With a kick and punch combo, Dr. Octavius was stunted. Miguel's webs tied the remaining automated limbs.

"Lyla, we've got him. Prepare the cell."

The little quiet gave you a bit of peace, bit it was quickly interrupted by the dull cramps on your lower belly.

You had to support on a nearby wall and exhale as another stab was delivered to your insides. If there was something worse than having your period, was being a spiderwoman and having your period.

Heightened senses made everything to be felt tenfold. Miguel's mask disappeared and he threw a brief glance your way before securing the area and pick up the anomaly.

"You alright?"

"Yeah just... Wished my uterus wouldn't have a penchant for committing harakiri every fucking month."

His brow quirked and he pressed some buttons to open the portal back to HQ. Dr. Octavius chuckled.

"You'd need a tantō for that."

"What do you think it feels like, dumbass?"

His lid twitched at your brazen disrespect, but ignored it. The least he wanted was to keep wasting time and prolonging the anomaly's staying in this dimension too long.

But the little conversation was more than enough to create a distraction. Doc Oc pounced on Miguel with his bare hands, securing his steely grip on his watch before pushing him through the portal.

"Shit!" Despite the pain you didn't hesitate to jump after them. You shot a web to gain impulse and kick the villain's head before his fist collided with Miguel's face, but this Octavius seemed prone to a greater resistance.

He punched back on your stomach, blowing all air out of your lungs through a choked wheeze.

"Play nice!" Miguel growled before connecting a powerful uppercut underneath Otto's jaw as the latter used the marred machine as a weapon, creating a set of cuts on Miguel's arm.

The mass of fighting limbs and bodies went through different universes, thanks to the code error to finally land in a foreign looking land.

You fell on the floor with a hard thud, unable to stand due the waves of pain that subdued you remorselessly.

Miguel howevee had grown tired and punched Otto on the side of his face, repeatedly until the villain remained unconscious on the floor.

Miguel's attention quickly diverted to his watch that sputtered in sparks and electric jolts.

"Ay por Dios... Lo que faltaba." His hand immediately rubbed his face, annoyed.

You on the other hand had barely mustered some energies to stand up.

"Fuck..." you whimpered and held your lower belly, as a crawl rolled down your spine upon glaring mistrustful at the alien-like features of the dimension. "Where are we?"

"Earth 616, known as Klyntar." Lyla quipped from your watch before glitching next to Miguel.

The foliage was nothing alike, not even the local fawn. All seemed to be doused in a black goo, that if you looked closer you could swear it moved on its own.

The flower's leafs were either exactly that or white sturdy spines that resembled teeths. As if the plant had a set of elongated teeth that protruded on each petal.

Long and sturdy spines that crawled in twisted spirals in whatever surface they touched. The sky was like glancing at a sunset. But unlike it's pretty hues of pastels, the fiery red and orange and yellows took over. Like if witnessing the very sun burning before you, yet it was cold. Eerily cold.

"Yeah, no. Can we... can we go home? Please? Don't wanna remain another second in one of Stephen King's wetdreams."

"I'm on it, signal over here is quite hard to get." Lyla glitched in several spots, trying to get a proper reception for her data

Miguel secured Otto entirely this time, and as he popped some joints back, you couldn't help but shoot at the sentient goo that was already crawling up his ankle and hand. His face contorted into a scowl before seeing the black puddle scurrying away from him, crawling within the dense alien foliage.

His face scrunched in disgust to then haul Octavius on his shoulder.

"What the hell was that?!"

"A symbiote. Amorphous creatures, I'm still trying to get a full on scan on what they are made of." Lyla's excitement would've been contagious if it wasn't for the icky feeling the whole place gave in it's already bizarre layout.

"Parasites, that's what they are."

Miguel mumbled gruffly as he crossed the portal, you followed. Otto was put in a cell. And you went to your dimension for a much needed break.

The boss himself went back to his base, ready to get lost in the many upcoming reports his way, ignoring the sudden itch that seeped through his body.

----

Dread crept in your head the closer you got to Miguel's office. The past weeks have been nothing but chaos in the Spider Society.

Anomalies doubling their presence, canon events bein6 almost disrupted, the cafeteria food lowering their quality and Miguel...

Oh no.

The main reason you were nauseous with anxiety as you entered in the threshold of his lab.

Not only your favorite leader and almost lover had been insufferable, but snappier, less tolerating towards Bullshit and mistakes, to the point of believing himself allergic to them. Cause they got him in such a mood the rest rather go to Jessica to report. Even to Peter.

And things were awful if people started to come to Peter for giving reports.

Sometimes you could hear him grumbling spanish nonsense to none but himself. With a deep sigh and a silent prayer to whoever above for you to not be killed in the go, you surpassed the doorframe.

As soon as you did the subtle tinge in your spider senses, thrummed through your body. A shaky breath was trapped on the state of his lab. Nothing but a mix of pitch black darkness and the red, ominous glow from the screens, barely illuminating his way, and outlining his heaving figure.

"Miguel?"

Your voice taunted and beady crimson eyes immediately locked on you.

"Here's the reports from last week. They're already done-"

Your throat gulped involuntarily upon picking up the ragged pants and heaves exhaling from his trembling mouth.

"Leave." he grunted and you frowned. He wasn't only a pain in the ass but a walking contradiction. How he wanted things done asap if he didn't even bother to take a look?

You were about to protest but a pained and shaky whimper from him, alerted you.

"You want me to leave when you're probably injur-"

"Fucking Leave!"

He roared, more concerned of what might happen if you didn't do exactly as you were being told.

"Mig..." Your eyes widened as he wheezed on the floor, the same black goo you saw back at Klyntar, was engulfing your sometimes lover at an alarming rate, that had Miguel grunting and growling as the amorphous creature fought to swallow him whole. But as you stepped closer he hissed your way, stopping you.

"I-I can smell you." He seethed through clenched teeth, struggling to remain in control of his words alone. But the statement made your brows furrow in disbelief. Hands rose in defense as you approached a step closer, to try and get the sentient slime out of him.

"The hell? I took a shower today you ass!." You mumbled while getting Lyla to fetch the Spider doc to the lab, trying to keep him grounded. Your spider senses tingled louder and harder the more you saw him fight against the thing.

"Not that kind of smell, you foolish woman."

But the sudden change of tone made you shiver. It wasn't him speaking, but something more eldritch and dern that finally managed to swallow him whole and overlapped it's voice with his.

The squishing noise ended in a lurid gurgle as a massive and dark figure  stood before you. Breathing as if learning the proper way to inhale it for the first time. Drunk in the very air you exhaled, oozing with pheromones.

"M-Miguel?"

Miguel was big, but not this behemoth of a creature, crawling in it's own skin made out of abyss and darkness, in which chest remained your boss' spider emblem, fiery and bright red, like if fire itself emanated from within.

"I can smell you, little spider"

It took a moment for you to understand the implications of such words. You knew in this specific part of your cycle pheromones turned a bit more pungent. A reason why you remained in your dimension.

Even though colorless, the creature's eyes narrowed in a leering and borderline predatory glare towards you.

For every step forward he did, you took two back

"I gotta... Uh-" Your politeness melted into a pool as soon as the dangerous set of sharp teeth stretched over his lips, revealing a twisted wolfish grin that would put any creature to shame.

Your senses reached the peak of their alarmed state with a single thought.

Run.

Your feet didn't need to be told twice as they took you away from the creature's presence. An underworld roar echoed within Miguel's station.

You didn't know if it was a good or a bad idea. But it mattered little when the creature, the symbiote, chased after you. The earth trembled and echoed with every powerful lunge he gave.

You jumped through a window, and swung through the buildings and cars, throwing an occasional load of webs to slow him down that proved a nuisance if anything.

"Run, little spider, RUN!"

The ominous laugh echoed through the night. He jumped through structures, following the delicious scent you left behind.

If Miguel could recall, he had been studying symbiotes ever since the web of life showed him the many bad turns a Spider could take. He knew they were nasty creatures when finding a proper host.

Vicious and harmful parasites that did nothing but corrupt, if the host's willpower was weak. What Miguel couldn't decide yet was if he was being corrupted for giving in into his need to mate, or if the parasite had made him bigger, faster and more powerful because he knew he needed to mate, accepting his current emotions and feeding the creature's crave with them.

And your pheromones and stress only added another delicious smell to the list. The phenethylamine running rampant in your brain made his heightened senses to tingle in wicked delight.

His smile only grew wider.

With a powerful lurch, he jumped through buildings to finally catch you mid air before you shot your web again. His whole hand wrapped around you while he held you tightly over the building's ledge.

Bit by bit the row of sharp teeth appeared within his mask, to unleash his serpent like and slimy tongue out that, didn't waste a second longer and took a taste of your skin by licking your cheek.

"Let Miguel go!"

Voice firm, although your hands quivered while trying to pry yourself out of his steely grasp.

"Let him go?" Miguel laughed, but you knew this wasn't your Miguel.

Was he?

He wasn't harming you, if anything he was just licking your neck with that abnormally large tongue of his

"He's the one in control, spiderling."

The goo spreaded around you, like tiny and sentient webs that grope and tangled around your inner thighs, up your abdomen, breast and arms, swallowing your body, like it did with Miguel.

The ones around your arms secured their grip around your wrist, pulling and locking the limbs immediately behind your back.

Your little cries only ebbed him to inch closer to your face, the web extensions grope tighter, suffocating your suit.

Miguel's sharp talon slid softly on the fabric, giving the creature the perfect chance to rip the remaining linens to shreds off.

A yelp was drowned as his long tongue slid in within your mouth. Coiling and twisting on yours, subjugating the wet muscle effortlessly.

Your eyes clamped shut upon feeling the same sensation in your nipples.

The symbiote's biomass had split and smaller versions of his mouth appeared to immediately latch on each of your nipples.

With half lidded eyes and a swirling mind, your body squirmed at the delicious sensations running rampant through each cell that composed your form.

You were allowed to breath as the symbiote pulled his tongue out. Within seconds you were flipped upside down, head dipping into the abyss of buildings and landscapes underneath.

For a second you thought you'd fall down, but the steely grip in your body was foolproof. Monstrous hands spreaded your supple thighs open, your skin crawled with the deep, demonic growl grumbling in his chest upon taking a deep inhale of your cunt.

You could see him relish in it, as his salivation increased. Tongue teased by taking a deliberate slow lick on your folds.

"Y-You'll let me f-Nnghh!-"

Your teeth clenched in an acute whimper but eventually a shaky and loud gasp came out of your throat as Miguel or rather the symbiote plunged his tongue inside your heat with ease. Slimy texture tasted and twisted within.

His tongue curled and slurped your insides vehemently, tearing lovely and desperate cries from your pretty mouth. Composure cracked with each second as the tiny mouths sucked and kissed your nipples like no tomorrow. As if coaxing the dormant milk out of them was their main and only mission.

The symbiote lapped and gulped down the juices that soaked his tongue. You mewled and moaned, completely lost in the drowning debauchery the creature provided. His tongue felt heavenly as it slithered and fucked your insides with such viciousness you could feel your tightness trembling and succumbing to his corruption game.

The neglect in your body was catching up to his ministrations. It bent and twisted like putty into his mutated hands. A streak of drool oozed from the corner of your mouth as you gifted his ears with your sweet pathetic little cries.

Clit throbbed the more he pressed and curled his tongue against your cervix, teasing it nonstop.

You shouldn't enjoy it. You couldn't be enjoying it, but here you were, secretly begging him to keep going, to quench that urge flooding your rationality even if it ruined you.

Miguel ate like no other, that was much true, but this dark mass of living alien goo had your walls spasming and milking around him, and your brain synapses crazy with raw delight.

And when he had enough of your sweet cunt, the biomass etched you to his chest. To then jump out the ledge and land into a darkened area from another building.

His body spat you on the floor, but quickly propped you on your feet. His darkened giggles crawled underneath your skin, to then gasp as his hand crushed your frame against the thick glass. Hot pants echoed in a foggy cloud on the sheer surface, chest flattened against the sturdy crystal while your arms remained locked behind you. His fingers immediately pulled back your hair, arching your flexible spine to look up at him.

"Such a needy little spider"

His tongue licked your lips, the mouths latched once more in your nipples, earning him nothing but a exquisite sob

"So eager to be ruined."

Deep within your alarms flared upon feeling something hard and twitching behind you, at first you thought of it nothing but another extention of his mutated form until it positioned right in your drenched hole.

A pant turned into a wheeze as his broad tip pushed in, easing inch by inch.

Your eyes rolled back at the obscene size of his invading cock, stretching and molding your walls to his girth.

A choked gurgle came out of your gaping pit, panting for a much needed gulp of air. Your toes barely touched the ground as he bottomed deep, bulging and pulsing proudly inside your womb.

Your brain was turned into nothing but a puddle, swirling inside your head with every breath the creature behind you exhaled, all while he embedded and trapped you against the wall with his monstrous frame and cock.

The Symbiote's hand held your hips firmly, guiding you up and down with powerful yet paused strokes on himself, like a life sized fleshlight. Making sure your walls learned and memorized every curve and tangent of his twitching cock while receiving him whole with a wet squelch.

"S'big-" you wheezed with half lidded eyes, struggling to remain aware and sane. But how could you achieve such feat when air was lacking in your lungs and your brain tingled with the underlying need to procreate. You were in the peak of your fertile days.

And him was more than willing to give you exactly what you needed. Symbiote, Miguel, it didn't matter anymore who plowed you. You truly couldn't care less.

"Enough games." the creature seethed and with a tighter grip on your hair, he smacked your hips in a powerful thrust, knocking out all remaining air in your burning lungs. Then another and  another and-

Oh god

You came. And came hard, clenching ever tight around him in violent and ruthless spasms. Shaky mewls and pleas turned into slurred screams but that didn't stop him. Your toes curled in.

His smile twisted upwards, before shoving it's tongue back in your throat as his hips begun ramming in a merciless tempo. Obliterating any remnants of common sense in your frying and overriding brain.

Good was too weak to actually describe the feeling. Something too raw, too vicious, viscerally inexpressible, like the unceasing whomps of his hips. Like, him.

Your mouth was unable to properly vocalize the searing heat the Symbiote's lust stirred within. Chipping away your need to stop him and simply take his swollen and pulsating cock the many times he pressed in.

Cause in truth, what else could you do but take it? To take it fast and remorselessly deep, with no signs of him stopping. Not when his snarls rumbled behind and his hot breath fanned over your face and neck. The mouths on your breast removed themselves with a pop, leaving your nipples puffed and swollen

Tears pooled in the inner corner of your lids, and soon slid down on each side of your cheek. Your voice was reduced to nothing but meek grunts and hushed breaths, to finally dissolve into a stuttering groan as your eyes widened at the hefty load of his seed being shot deep. Hot and spurting directly in your womb.

Your eyes rolled back as he pressed imposibly deep, overfilling you. His frame trembled upon sensing your womb trapping him, drinking and swallowing greedily every last of his drops, choking him exquisitely. A satisfied and animal-like growl rumbled through his chest.

But it wasn't enough.

His tongue pulled out of your throat, letting you have some air as a reward for withstanding him.

Your arms were numb, like your mind, legs too lightweight to support your whole frame. Too fucked out and overstimulated to articulate a proper word as you slumped against the glass wall that fogged in every weak breath exhaled.

Miguel's eyes raked over your body and smirked proudly. The dark and living webs fetched your quivering figure.

His eyes remained on your leaking hole and pushed all the escaping cum back inside with his slimy tongue.

"It needs to be inside" He grunted and pressed your head against the floor, while his webs spreaded your hips again.

Ass up high, he buried deep once again, earning a sweet and needy scream and some of his cum to spurt out in the floor in a lecherous splatter, pooling underneath your poor bouncing hips.

The rough and rhythmic slap slap slap deafened your pleas and begs. Your breast bounced at the wicked beat of his pistoning hips. Throat scrapped raw, breathless. Eyes glossy, too gone to a dark place where he was the undisputed sovereign.

"You spiderlings are so fragile" The symbiote smirked while his hand held your head in place.

"Miguel-"

His name was repeated over and over, like if you were learning it for the first time. Clit throbbed with such intensity it had your head shaking. Fighting to keep your sanity intact as his heavy balls slapped whatever skin they could reach.

"Can't-" you grunted between clenched teeth, eyes danced erratically, like your blown breaths. Your knuckles and toes turned white at the sheer pressure you held them in.

"You can't what?" The overlapping mirthful voices sent another painful throb in your punished pussy, "Is it too much for you?"

The brief and sadistic laugh echoed through the skies.

"How weak."

With a snarl and a deep plow, he sheathed, the webs lifted you and curled you on your own to see how his enormous cock buried inside and pulsated.

Thick and throbbing veins adorned his base, every contraction meant more hot spurts of his seed, flooding your already stuffed womb.

There was no sound from you this time. Your brain had shut off and you laid limp, on the floor, quivering and twitching at the minimum graze of air. The webs around your wrist were loosened, freeing your tingling arms.

The little puddle of cum kept growing underneath the more your muscles spasmed and contracted.

"Ten"

Your breath hitched, while trying to get up.

"Nine."

He sung and you whimpered, crawling away from him.

"Eight"

Your legs didn't move but rather quiver. It was amusing for him to see you gasp while trying to stand.

"Seven"

"W-Wait" You mumbled, feeling the remnants of pleasure toying with your mind.

Part of you knew that if you stayed, he'd destroy you completely, but if you go, you'd gain a bit more of time to let your body heal enough to withstand another round.

"Six."

You tried shooting a web. But nothing came out.

"C'mon!"

"Five"

A chill ran down your spine as you slapped your wrist, finally mustering some strength to stand up with wobbly legs. Your nakedness didn't matter, not when a symbiote had taken over your boss, corrupting him to the point of him playing the mouse and cat through the city.

"Four" He tittered with malice.

And finally you managed to shoot some. Naked or not you supported on the wall to catch some air before shooting again and swinging.

"Three"

He watched you go after covering your bits to spare you some shame in case someone saw you. But quickly frowned when disappearing through a portal.

The symbiote however left Miguel's body to latch on his back. His eyes held a different gleam, teeth sharper.

Soon, his seed would work, but he had to make sure your womb harbored enough of him so his future seedling grew.

"Lyla, where is she?"

"Back in her dimension-"

He cut her off before she kept talking. The alien goo swallowed him whole again, regaining his gigantic frame.

"One."

The hunt was on.

#t writes✨ #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #symbiote suit #Symbiote! Miguel #monster fucker #Miguelverse #Spotify

[princelylove]

An assortment of unita esecuzioni headcannons, ranging from body types to group dynamics. 

For the apartment itself: The boss has cameras everywhere. Most of the unit ignores them, but Prosciutto thinks it’s fun to flirt every time he sees one (if he doesn’t get pissed off and shoot it, or smash it. He’s moody. Boss has yet to comment on that, but they keep coming back, so). 

They have a cat. Technically Formaggio’s cat, but he lives here, so it’s the “family” cat. She has no name, as Formaggio forgot to name her in the first place, so everyone calls her something different. Prosciutto doesn’t like her much, and will sit on the kitchen countertop to avoid her attempts at petting him. Risotto really likes her, but the cat doesn’t come by his office often. 

They have family game night and tend to deal Boss in. The boss doesn’t communicate with anyone other than Risotto directly, he’s not actually playing, it’s so they can cheat and blame him if they get caught. The only person that doesn’t cheat is Pesci. 

They have a running joke that absolutely everything is caused by the boss. Fridge breaks? Boss. Door won’t lock? Boss. Drop a plate and it’s clearly your fault? Boss. Girlfriend dumped you because you cheated on her? Boss, for sure. They won’t mention the fact that Boss is ‘stalking’ them (is it stalking if you’re aware, and it’s more for security purposes?) until you misbehave. Some are only teasing, but the boss could kill you off if he felt like it.

It’s actually a valid excuse, as the boss turns their power off if they don’t meet quotas. In the winter, Prosciutto lets his stand loose to bring some heat in. He has less control over who ages/what is affected in his youth, but by the time canon happens, it’s safe to let Grateful Dead free roam without any major consequences. He pretends like he cannot control it when one of the younger members annoys him. Ooops, go get some ice, brat. 

Nobody wants to bite the bullet and cuddle up to Ghiaccio in the summer, but he does make the apartment more inhabitable. 

They eventually rebel because of the very intentional threats to their quality of life. 

Risotto is a sizable man, he stands at about 203 cm, or 6’8”. He doesn’t have a lot of body fat, the man works like a dog. He barely has any waist, and his torso is absurdly defined- you’d think his choice in clothing is to show that off, but it’s actually functional. That’s what he says, anyway. It’s fine if you want to check him out. 

He has fairly thick thighs that are just as toned as the rest of his body. His arms are sizable as well- it’s a shame he rarely shows them off. He genuinely prefers long sleeves, and perfectly fitting clothing, if not a little tight. He likes the pressure. Risotto usually wears more modest tops when he’s just running an errand. 

Risotto’s hands are very neglected, besides from his nails. He keeps them short. His hands are proportionate to the rest of his body, so they look normal, but it’s clear when he holds everyday objects that he’s sizable. He likes the expression you make when you realize it- the pressure of him wrapped around you at night always reminds you how ridiculous it is to forget in the first place. 

Ris has a habit of following things with his eyes rather than moving his head or body. He can stay perfectly still for hours at a time. He rarely fidgets, and barely looks like he’s breathing. He isn’t very expressive, the most you’ll get is a small sigh or a brief glance at something else. 

He knows the pattern of everyone’s footsteps, and will often make small comments about what’s going on outside his office-room to ease your worries. He thinks of you like an animal that was just ‘rescued’ and needs an adjustment period. 

“Prosciutto’s home.” or “Melone’s back.” are common, but if he’s worried you’re frightened of them, he’ll go into more detail. 

“Those thuds are just Formaggio. We let him hang that hoop up in the living room.” or “Those bumps are Melone and Formaggio. They’re just playing.” He means play wrestling. 

The bells on his hat are real. It’s a way for him to stay focused. Don’t let the bells ring, no matter what. Risotto is very heavy on self-discipline and hypervigilance, as long as he can keep the bells from jingling, he’s alright. Even when he isn’t wearing his hat, you’ve likely never heard it jingle jingle on his desk. 

Italian isn’t his native language, and neither is English. Sometimes he’ll pause for a few seconds after you ask him a question. He generally speaks slowly and softly, with a blunt nature. Long sentences aren’t common, even when he’s nervous. The most long-winded Risotto will ever be is through writing- handwritten, scribbled notes about his feelings and expectations for you now that you’re Home. 

He’s very anxious about nothing in particular. The psychological warfare from Boss is working. He’s like a big dog that’s too shy to move a small cat out of his bed- even though he owns the bed, and brought the cat home. 

Risotto is very talkative during sex, but it’s mainly nonsensical. Does repeating “I love you” really count?

Prosciutto and Bruno have similar silhouettes, but Prosciutto has a bit more hips than Bruno does, and a little less height. Prosciutto’s muscle is from a dedicated routine and healthy lifestyle, he is considerably less bulky than Bruno, but the hourglass is very there. Perhaps the only similarity is the hourglass, long legs, and taste in work clothes. 

A very long time ago, I saw someone headcanon Prosciutto as a model, and it changed my perception of him entirely. I saw the light. He’s bitter because he works two jobs, and has to come ‘home’ (He’d kill himself if anybody heard him say Risotto’s apartment was home) and babysit these brats that most definitely should know how to fucking cook by now- aren’t you in your twenties? Be a man about it, Jesus Christ. He’s not even that much older than the rest of them, yet he’s stuck playing mom. 

Prosciutto’s rather proud of his waist-to-hip difference, and will let it get to his head if you stare. Of course you’re staring, you’ve probably seen him walk for a brand you’ll never be able to afford. He works hard to stay “perfect,” and absolutely refuses to sell himself out. No free pictures, no free autographs, and no, he won’t do a shoot for you. He may sit still for you to draw him, though. 

He’s heavier than he looks. Go ahead, try and pick him up. Prosciutto has the type of muscle that can comfortably lift Risotto, put him on his hip, and walk, but not for a long while. He looks rather light, but he can hold his own just fine. Prosciutto’s fairly strong, as you would have to be to support an entire grown man’s weight, and he loves to show off. 

I should clarify, Prosciutto is a runway model. He absolutely hates photoshoots- mainly because the cameras remind him of what he has to deal with at ‘home.’ He may be working still, but just basking in the attention and praise is relaxing, so he tends to be in a really good mood while he’s walking and right after. (Author’s note: fem pro would walk for Mugler.) 

His attitude in general is a bit diva-ish. Prosciutto’s got a horrible temper- he’s only happy when he’s being given special attention and luxury gifts, but he’s not going to tell you that because it’s emasculating to go ‘ohhh I want a little present with a bow on ittt can you do that for me?’He’ll drop plenty of hints, though. 

Prosciutto has a complex with age- he treats everyone younger like they’re babies and he’s in charge, and everyone older like they should be way better at what they’re doing for their age. He lets his younger teammates get away with a bit more because they’re young, they’re still learning, watch how he does things, but that doesn’t mean he’s gentle about it. (Another author’s note: Risotto, Sorbet, Gelato, and the boss are all older. Pesci, Ghiaccio, Formaggio, and Melone are all younger. Him and Illuso are the same age.) 

Prosciutto has no physical ‘flaws,’ no birthmarks/beauty marks, no tattoos, and perfect skin. He could cheat with his stand, as he can go forward and back, but he doesn’t. His ego would never allow it. Don’t ask about his routine, he’d never share. 

He’s blond, has light beige skin, and a horribly condescending nature. Almost perfectly stereotypically french. Prosciutto doesn’t like talking about where he came from before ‘all this’ happened, but when he speaks english, you can probably figure it out. His accent isn’t as obvious in italian- he speaks a good few languages, and will play translator when asked, if you kiss his ass. 

He smells like vanilla tobacco, and expensive soap. There’s also a bit of cigar lingering on him. 

#yandere la squadra #yandere prosciutto #yandere risotto nero #part two coming soonish

[loveislattes]

Newbie

Summary: The newest survivor brought in by the entity is having a rough go of it. Between learning the rules and ways of the trials and dealing with the struggles of autism, depression, and anxiety, the reader hasn't exactly made many friends in the survivor's camp; but maybe, just maybe, she'll find friends elsewhere.

Word count: 3.3K

Relationship: Ghostface/Reader (May add more as chapters go on)C

Content warnings: Reader is a plus-sized AFAB with autism, depression, and anxiety. Danny is still an asshole and very chaotic but he has a heart specifically for the reader only. Descriptions of autism and mental health issues (based on my personal experience), one instance of sensory overload, ableism from other survivors (from ignorance, not malice), oral (male receiving), dom/sub power dynamics, mild asphyxiation, and knife play.

A/N: I'm hoping to make a few more chapters to accompany this one, but we'll see how it goes lol. Also, this is my specific headcanon for how Danny acts. It may not be everyone's cup of tea but it is mine :)

Depiction of my version of Danny, for reference <3

“So, what do you guys think about the new girl?” Claudette whispered conspiratorially. 

“She’s uh- She’s different, that’s for sure.”

Dwight’s words were quiet but you could still hear them across the campfire. You purposefully made sure your eyes stayed locked onto the flames before you, not wanting to give any indication you could hear them discussing you. In all honesty, you didn’t mind hearing it because you needed realistic feedback; feedback none of them had been willing to supply so far. 

“She’s not any good in chases, too slow; hell, even she herself said that she wasn’t ‘built’ for it,” Kate scoffed quietly, “At least she’s good at pushing through gens, even under threat.” 

At that, you could feel your cheeks warm up. You weren’t expecting the praise, but also the little side comment about your weight didn’t feel great either. It was the harsh truth though. While able to run a decent sprint, you weren’t a marathon type of person. You did some cardio and weights before, but nothing near enough to prepare you for this place. 

Dwight's speaking drew your attention back to them once more. 

“Her medical knowledge is top notch though! The fact that the entity brought us a nurse was really lucky,” he added kindly, “Even Claudette’s healing pales in comparison.”

Even without shifting your gaze, you could see the pissed-off scowl the botanist threw his way. If you weren’t trying to hide your little spying session, you’d laugh in her face, but alas, you didn’t want to piss off the only people around that weren’t trying to actively kill you.

You were the newest to the survivor's camp, having only been dragged into the fog a few weeks ago at most. It was hard to tell as there was no actual passing of time, but you’d tried to keep count of your periods of sleep and it seemed somewhere around fifteen days had passed, give or take a few. Any optimistic dreams of getting out of the trials and back to your world were quickly diminishing, your hope replaced with fear, confusion, and hatred. 

It didn’t help that you had a hard time connecting with your teammates. Part of the issue lay in your lack of knowledge of the trials and the other came from your lack of social understanding. It wasn’t that you weren’t trying, but it seemed no other survivor had any sort of experience with autism or even any mental health issues. Some just right down didn’t care to and called your diagnosis an excuse- Those were the ones you made sure to avoid other than when necessary. There were some, though, who were friendly enough and tried to include you, namely Laurie, Dwight, Ace, Jeff, Steve, and Mikaela. They were the ones you had the most hope for.

Fuck, how you longed to be back home. 

“Well, looks like it’s time again.”

Laurie’s words shook you from your thoughts and you looked down just to see the fog crawling up your legs. 

“God damn it,” you bit out under your breath. 

Before you could figure out who was going into the trial with you, the world went dark and, within the next blink, you were in an all-too-familiar courtyard. Of course it was Midwich, one of the strongest realms for the killers. You only hoped you weren’t going against someone who benefitted from the particularly long empty hallways. The thought of facing the nurse down those corridors made your skin crawl. 

With a little sigh, you made your way around the hedges to the sole generator in the courtyard. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander as you began to connect the wires before you. What killer could it be this time? You hadn’t met them all yet, but you’d heard about them from the others. The fact you had yet to hear any sign of the killer, or feel that familiar panic of your heart racing when they were nearby, alluded to the possibility of a stealth killer. You hoped with all your might that it wasn’t Michael Myers. He was notorious for being ruthless, bringing gifts from the entity that allowed him to kill you on the spot without any prelude and the ability to track you even beyond the walls. It was terrifying. Out of the limited killers you had faced, he was the worst. 

“Well, well, I’d heard there was a new survivor but Evan and Anna failed to mention how hot you were!”

The sudden voice behind you sent you into a proper panic, your scream only drowned out by the exploding of the generator as you jerked back to face the unknown intruder. When your eyes locked onto the white screaming mask, your heartbeat raced even louder in your chest. 

Ghostface. Another killer you’d yet to meet. The others had mixed reviews about him when sharing their stories. Apparently, he was very hot and cold in his trials. Sometimes he would be merciless, hooking everyone without a second thought, and other times he would play cat-and-mouse games and allow one or two who had sufficiently entertained him to escape. 

“What, don’t tell me you’re mute, sweets,” he cajoled.

His head tilted to the side in an almost cute manner and you found yourself ruminating on the sound of his voice. It was obviously going through some kind of filter but the low timber was certainly- No, fuck, you wouldn’t let yourself even touch that thought! 

“N-No, sorry, I just- You startled me,” you explained quietly.

The fact he hadn’t thrown you over his shoulder yet was both a relief and terrifying. Was he in a good mood today? As you debated your chances of survival, he took a step forward, and you instinctively stepped back, the dance continuing until your back pressed into the cold steel of the gen. 

“What do you want, Ghostface?” you asked. 

His hands came to rest on either side of you with a deep, rumbling, chuckle and you were made painfully aware of how much taller he was when he boxed you in. As you stared up at him, you couldn’t help the way your face lit up in response to the sudden intimate position.

“Glad to see my reputation proceeds me,” he teased, “Tell you what, I’ll go easy on you this first time… if you do something for me.” 

Blinking slowly in thought, you tried to figure out what you could possibly do for someone who held all the power, but then his hand was on your jaw, squeezing your chin hard as he jerked your face up to meet his. 

“Whatdya say, sweets?” 

Swallowing hard, you murmured back, “What would I have to do?” 

You could practically hear the smirk on his face as he cackled loudly, gloved hand releasing your chin only to pat your cheek as if soothing a child. 

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen a piece of ass like yours, especially one that isn’t attached to a whiny bitch,” he practically purred, “I’ll make it easy for you, this time. Let me feel that sweet little mouth and, in return, I’ll let you and two of your teammates go free.” 

Thinking became fairly difficult as his hand slid down and encircled your throat. He didn’t cut off your airflow entirely, but the threat was there under the light pressure, and it made your heart race. 

“T-Two?” you clarified. 

“Two. Can’t let you all get out scott-free or I risk pissing off the head bitch,” he explained, thumb stroking your skin almost lovingly, “So? Wanna make a deal with death, baby?” 

Emotions created a volatile vortex of your mind, uncertainty and fear of him going back on his word making you want to say no, but the promise of freedom demanding otherwise. On one hand, what would the others say if they found out? Then again, did you really care what they thought? They already had a preconceived notion about you. And it wasn’t like the thought of pleasing a man was exactly a bad one... Fuck, you were only human, and a touch-starved one at that, considering you were kept at arms reach unless you were healing the others. 

“Fuck it,” you finally sighed, “I’ll do it.” 

Ghostface sucked in a heavy breath, as if he had been expecting you to decline his advances, but then it was like a switch was flipped. Suddenly his hands were on your shoulders and you were shoved to your knees on the ground, giving silent thanks for the fact you were on grass and not concrete. 

 The sight of the tall cloaked form pulling up his robes was almost amusing until he shoved down his black pants and you were granted a sight that made your mouth water. He wasn’t even fully hard but already you could tell he was big, thicker than you were used to. You weren’t sure if it was due to your appearance, as he had alluded, or if maybe he was just as hungry for human touch, but the fact he was already excited was enough to make your own body react. 

“You back out or don’t finish in time, the deal’s off,” he snapped suddenly. 

“Oh o- Ah, shit!” 

Ghostface silenced your words with a sharp tug on your hair, jerking you forward as he pushed his hardening cock against your face. 

“Time’s ticking, sweets,” he sang teasingly. 

You tossed him a little scowl before getting to work, one hand resting on his toned thigh as the other took hold of him. Your irritation slipped into intrigue and arousal as you slowly stroked his dick, enjoying the way he twitched and sighed way too much for what was undeniably an unconventional situation. As he hardened under your touch, you became dauntingly aware of just how thick he actually was. He had to be a little over average in length but your fingertips couldn’t even touch around it. The moment the first drip of precum rolled out over your fingers, you lost what reservations you held and quickly took him in your mouth. 

“Fu-u-u-ck! That’s what I’m talking about!” he groaned loudly, fingers knotting against your scalp in a burning hold.

Before you had the chance to react, both hands were on your head and you were forced further down his cock. You tried to brace yourself and pull back, but he was so much stronger, pushing until his head was pressing against your throat. It took all of your resolve not to retch as your body instinctively gagged around him, but it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. If anything, he moaned louder, as if turned on by the noises. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you sucked in ragged breaths through your nose every chance you got until he was back in your throat. 

“Come on, babe, I know you can take it,” he moaned, “Be a good little slut and let me fuck that throat nice and raw.” 

A choked moan escaped before you could stop it, your thighs clenching tight in search of relief. While you knew you were a bit of a freak back home, this was a whole other level, and you were disturbed by how much you liked it. Brows furrowing in concentration, you did your best to accommodate him and opened your mouth wide, relaxing your throat with a whimper.

“Shit, that’s it. Good girl.”

Annndd now you were dead. Not physically, of course, but mentally? You were beyond help. The sounds of the realm around you all faded away, even the loud chugging of the dying gen behind you muffled into silence under the sounds of the delicious moans he let out; the squelch of him pounding away at your mouth the only rivaling noise. Rivers of drool ran down your chin as he suddenly thrust forward and buried himself as far as possible, cutting off all traces of oxygen as your nose crushed into his dark pubes. 

For a moment, it all became too much; the dirt against your knees, the slick spit coating your skin, the sticky panties clinging to your wet sex, and the sting of his grip culminating into a massive sensory overload. Eyes popping open, you gawked up at those soulless black holes and tapped at his thigh frantically. To your relief and surprise, he immediately pulled back. 

“What? You good?” he asked, almost sounding concerned. 

You held up a finger and took a moment to breathe, centering yourself as you wiped your mouth clean to remove at least one of the issues. Once you didn’t feel as if you were going to pass out, you met his gaze again. 

“Sorry. Sensory issues,” you explained meekly, “I’m good to go.” 

He paused for a moment, as if debating, so you decided to take it upon yourself to take a breath and swallow him once more. 

“Damn, okay,” he laughed huskily as you dug your nails into his thighs, “Can’t say you’re not determined.” 

His taunting fell way to debauched moans as you found your rhythm once more. 

If it weren’t for the whole “stuck in an alternate reality where you’re sacrificed to a sadistic entity by brutal murderers”, this would absolutely be the hottest thing you’d ever experienced. None of your past partners had ever been as vocal as Ghostface. It was such a turn-on, a praise of the highest sort, and you were soaking it up like candy. 

You tuned out everything around you until all there was, was Ghostface; The sensation of his leather gloves cupping your face, the heady scent of sweat and sex in your nostrils, and his gravelly moans filling your head. 

“Fuck! Gonna come, sweets,” Ghostface groaned as his hips stuttered, “Gonna be good and swallow it all for me?”

Your moan of acknowledgment was met with a harsh curse and his hands once more taking over control. Keeping your teeth in mind, you hollowed your cheeks and traced your tongue along the underside of his cock as he fucked your face hard. There was no denying he was getting too rough, too caught up in his pleasure to care no doubt, but you weren’t about to stop him. The pain was worth the ecstasy thrumming through your veins. You were high on his pleasure. 

There was no further warning before he rammed down your throat with a vicious snarl, shot after shot of cum pulsing from his cock. Deragoatory praises flowed from his lips in an almost whisper as you slowly rubbed his thighs and pulled back enough to breathe and swallow, letting him ride out his orgasm with little thrusts against your tongue. You were more than happy to let him take all he wanted. 

There was a sudden shuffling of fabric and a flash of light that brought your eyes open in confusion, and you were mortified to find his camera pointed down at your face. 

“Gotta document the occasion,” Ghostface purred warmly, “Not every day I get a babe down on her knees for me around here.”

For a moment, you weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself, torn between staring at the literal killer who had just given you the sexiest experience of your life and getting yourself together in preparation to leave. Before you could decide, the sudden jarring chime of the clock rang through the courtyard with a thunder and you all but threw yourself into Ghostface with a shriek, instinctively hiding against the biggest threat in the realm for protection. Heat filled your face as the masked man’s laughter bubbled through the air. 

“Shit, that’s hilarious,” he sighed through laughter, then sighed, “You’re cute, you know that?” 

It took everything in you not to argue with his statement and instead untangle yourself from his legs, getting to your feet as he resituated his clothes. 

“Alright, deals a deal. Who you sacrificing?” he asked. 

“Uh, I didn’t even see who all’s here,” you admit meekly. 

Ghostface put a hand up to his chin as if in thought before saying, “Pretty sure I saw Laurie, Dwight, and Bill before I found you.” 

You nodded in understanding and let out a heavy breath. It felt heartless, but at the same time, you knew it wasn’t as hard of a choice as you were pretending. 

“Bill.” 

“Ol military boy, huh? He piss in your Cheerios or something?” Ghostface asked. 

“I don’t- eh?!”

Your world was suddenly upended and a little oomph of pain escaped your mouth as he tossed you like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Any instinctive need to complain was overruled by the throbbing of your cunt as his hand tucked between your thighs and gripped. Fuck, it shouldn’t be, but the way he could manhandle you like you were nothing was just… hot as hell. Clenching your thighs together in hopes of not embarrassing yourself any further, you relaxed into him and let him carry you away toward the gate. 

“Sooo?” he urged. 

Oh yeah. He’d asked about Bill. It was weird, talking to him like that he wasn’t some sadistic killer that had just had his dick in your mouth, but you appreciated his weird attempt at conversation nonetheless. 

“He likes to make fun of my autism,” you explained weakly, “Says I’m making it up for attention and to get out of shit. If only he fucking knew how much I wish that were true. Dude just lived in an age where nobody talked about mental health and disabilities, and those who had the worse versions were just locked away. It’s sad really.” 

Ghostface let out a hum but didn’t bother replying further, instead setting you down on your feet at the gate. When he suddenly gripped your jaw hard and pulled your face up, you watched him with a mixture of curiosity and heat, but your arousal-induced haze evaporated the moment he brandished his knife. 

“G-Ghostface?” you asked warily. 

He chuckled lowly as you swallowed hard and you could only imagine the devilish smirk that was hidden beneath the mask. 

“Just leaving my mark, sweets, gotta let the others know you belong to someone now,” he said, gloved fingers sliding down your throat to stop at your collarbone, “Don’t move, now. Wouldn’t wanna hurt ya~.” 

Standing still as a statue, you closed your eyes and braced for the worst. The sharp sting of his blade right above your breast tore a weak cry from your lips but still, you didn’t dare pull away, obediently allowing him to cut as he pleased. 

Somewhere, in the deep down fucked up part of your brain, you knew you were in trouble when you whined about him pulling the knife away. 

Eyes fluttering open, you looked down and were greeted with the demented sight of a permanent heart with a G carved into your flesh. Before you could comment on it, he suddenly reached up and lifted his mask, giving just a peek of what could only be a beautiful face. His jawline was strong and sharp, surprisingly clean-shaven, and his full cupid’s bow lips were pulled up into a panty-wetting smirk. 

“Yeah, that’ll do nicely,” he groaned.

Oh, his voice. It was smooth, rich, and deep in a way that made your skin prickle. A pained moan fled your lips into his mouth as he kissed you hard. It was rough and messy, with too much teeth and tongue, but you felt yourself melting into him the longer it lasted. Fingers digging into the fabric of his cloak, you tugged him closer and held on for dear life until the ache in your lungs became too much to handle.  

“Can’t wait to see you again, sweets, stay out of trouble,” he teased as you pulled away with a gasp. 

And then he was gone, skulking away around the corner as you slumped back against the exit gate lever. 

Yeah, you were good and fucked.

#ghostface #danny johnson #ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #dbd smut

[sunflower-ozzy-online]

A Literal and Metaphorical Door

A strange noise is coming from outside your door.

10th chapter - Masterlist

Halsin /Reader

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic - Alpha/Omega - Omega Verse - Reader-Insert - Smut - Vaginal Fingering - Masturbation

A gruff voice outside of your door roused you from your sleep. You couldn’t make out the words through the thick stone door but the voice was clearly upset and disgruntled. Still naked, you pulled the sheets toward your bare chest in an instinctual attempt to hide yourself. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you focused on the conversation beyond your door. His scent hit you before your conscious mind could begin to place the grumbling. Evergreen and honey, Halsin, outside your door. He had come for you.

The knowledge that he was so close had you whining out for him as you clenched your legs together, the relief wasn't enough to satiate your deep cravings. You were well into your heat and all restraint you mustered up yesterday vanished.

“Halsin, Alpha, please…” Your voice was barely able to reach a register above a whisper at this point. You reached out towards the door, in hopes it would be enough to bring him to you.

“You know they're too vulnerable right now for you to just barge in there.” The voices grew in volume as you groggily stepped towards the door.

“This is all I can do to comfort them. Our bond is newly forged but strong, I know they have asked for me.”

“You can't think of any other reason they might have asked for you? You are the Archdruid, I know you are wiser than that.”

Halisn hesitated before responding a beat later, “Of course I know that but…”

“Look. I know you are interested in each other but you’re not their Alpha. Period. Whatever newly formed bond the two of you share is not enough, you barely know each other.” Nettie gave Halsin a sympathetic look. She felt as though if she could keep him from you until the end of your heat, there might be a bit more clarity surrounding the nature of your relationship.

“In nature there is no need to wait once you have found your mate. It is cruel to keep us from each other in such a time of need.” He almost sounded desperate trying to convince Nettie to let him in. As if his body ached for you as much as yours did for him.

“I know, but they may see it differently once their heat is over.”

Nettie’s caution finally pushed you over the edge, tired of eavesdropping and the feeling of heat emanating from your pussy was growing almost painful to ignore. You knelt down by the door, and leaned your head down and rested it against the cool stone door. “Alpha, please, I need you.”

The conversation on the other side of the room halted as Halsin heard your words.

“My heart, I am here, you are not alone. Do you need anything? I would be by your side in an instant. Nettie, however, is hesitant to let me in.”

“Need you,” you whined out, feeling heady knowing he was near but still out of reach.

“I know, I will be right here until I can truly be with you. I will send for food and water now that you are awake”

You let out a long high pitched whine from deep inside, an attempt to let him know how much you pined for him. Your hips started to move and grind against the air in response to his proximity. Your still naked form felt hot in the chilled room, goosebumps formed on your skin, slick coating your inner thighs. You quickly and unabashedly started to play with yourself, rougher than you had previously, simply seeking out any form of relief. Tears streaked down your face as you cried out for him, “Please, need you, can’t do it alone. Don’t want to.”

He placed a hand against the door and somehow you could tell he was crouching to be as close as the physical barrier would allow.

“I wish to be with you, help you, comfort you. But for right now I must abide by the restrictions set in place for your safety. If I break the enchantment without the caster’s permission I will be brought up as a criminal and traitor for abusing my power. I will find a way to prove to her that I should be beside you, but it may take a while longer.”

“No please!” You breathed out raggedly, “need you” It was as if you were refusing to hear any sort of logic in your horny and delirious state. Still rubbing, though at this point your movements had grown so sloppy that relief was evading you.

He chuckled, slightly amused by your stubbornness. “You have to be strong right now, I see Nettie coming back with your provisions. I have to step away for her to come in, please behave for me.”

You nodded, forgetting that he could not see you. Pulling your hand away you scoot away from the door, wanting to be good for your Alpha. Nettie knocked on the door and you responded, allowing her to come in. Unfortunately, the door only opened far enough for her to come in with a tray and closed behind her, forbidding you even a glimpse of Halsin.

She set your tray down on the small table by your bed and handed you water. She made sure you drank some and then asked if you needed anything else, her face stoic and her eyes locked on yours. You became aware that you were still naked before her, but refused to let the embarrassment linger. The water was helping you calm down and collect your thoughts, even if just a little bit. You needed to make your case.

“Need him, please Nettie. I don’t want anything else but him.”

“I know it feels that way but you have to understand that many Omegas go into their heats and start begging for any Alpha that comes by to help them through.”

“Not any Alpha, just him, Nettie please. He’s caring and sweet and protective. He makes me feel seen. I want him in my future, past this stupid fucking heat. I hate being so vulnerable, I feel weak and ghostly and I yearn only for him, please.” At that point you were crying again, hoping it wouldn’t undermine your point. Her features softened.

“I will talk to Halsin, if he can prove you wanted him before you went into your heat, only then will I allow him access. I will also make him agree to some restrictions but you don't have to worry about that now.”

Your face broke out into a goofy grin as you sniffled and thanked her. She left through the enchanted door and you heard her address Halsin and tell him to follow her. He approached the door to ask if it was ok, after a pause you gave him the go ahead and you were once again left alone. Climbing back up onto the bed you let your thoughts of Halsin lead you back into your erotic inclinations.

Face down with your hand between your thighs you started to reapply pressure to your clit, this time allowing your body to lead your movements to what felt good. Picturing Halsin’s broad chest and strong hands as your agile hands continued massaging yourself. You gasped as you reached down to pull your hood up, allowing yourself better access to the sensitive nerves hiding beneath.

Shoving your face into the pillow Halsin scented you moaned out and started to shake slightly. His scent was becoming weaker on the pillow, fortunately it was still enough to help push your imagination. Wishing instead to be buried in his chest and able to mark him to your hearts delight. Your teeth would mar his flesh claiming ownership of his body and soul for all to see. Your knees started to buckle as you clenched around nothing quickly approaching your high. With your other hand you let go of your hood and started to carelessly grope at your sensitive tits. Stimulation from any sensitive flesh was finally bringing some form of relief. Your moans got higher in pitch as your body tensed. Your body let go, surrendering to the white hot heat overtaking your being, and collapsed as you finally orgasmed.

Panting, you slowly came down. Letting cooler air fill your lungs and ground you. Still not completely satisfied you put your hands on your face, not caring how they were moistened with your own slick.

You wiped your hands on the sheets before turning over and grabbed the water you had left on the floor. Gulping down its contents, you looked at the selection of food Nettie had brought. The tray looked delectable. Some honey candy caught your eye as you popped one in your mouth to suck on while you positioned yourself to sit up and grab the tray. Perhaps Halsin smelled of honey because of these candies. Your thighs shaked slightly from use and thoughts of Halsin, but you powered through it to sit crisscrossed with the tray on your lap. You picked out what you liked and took your time making your way through it.

Who knew a heat could be so surprisingly boring, your body had only a little bit of time before it would need to be taken care of again. But for now you were severely understimulated, not in a sexual manner for once. They had not provided you with anything to do, presumably because they thought you would be non-stop sleeping and masturbating. Of course for them they had partners to keep them company, maybe even multiple. Unfortunately for you these little breaks were not filled with the presence of a mate… yet. You wondered if Nettie and Halsin were coming to an agreement.

You visualized him walking through the door and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you to his home, wherever it was, where he had plenty of nesting materials for you. He would let you nest and scent things to your heart's desire. Then in the middle of your nest he would take you, ravaging you, pounding into you firmly, and without even a stutter of his hips as you would cry out his name. He would mark you and claim you as his. His knot and cum would fill you and you would lay together after you had both climaxed, holding onto each other as he stroked your back. Words of praise falling easily from his lips as you nuzzled into his neck and drifted off to sleep.

You set the tray aside and prepared yourself for another solo session when there was a knock at the door.

Shooting up you asked who was there.

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[pichipeachy]

Had some random thoughts in the shower about the Bridgerton couples lmao. What if they were placed in K-drama tropes?

Anthony would be the brooding CEO chaebol type who'd meet his match in spirited self-made entrepreneur Kate. Sparks and tensions fly as they compete, one-upping each other in terms of business. One night they get stranded together as a storm raged around them. They come to a truce and end up talking about their lives and dreams, falling in each other's arms as the night progresses. They fall in love and get married in the end, merging their companies. A power couple drama with a slow-burn romance.

Artsy Benedict keeps his chaebol status under wraps. He meets Sophie in art college and they have the classic "me and you against the world" romance; a rich guy falling for the poor girl despite everyone's judgments. They later learn Sophie is a long-lost heiress thrown out as a young child by her scheming stepmother to take her inheritance. Sophie gets what is rightfully hers and marries Benedict. A somewhat cheesy melodrama that we all love and need in our lives.

Colin and Penelope are childhood friends who lose contact when Penelope moves away due to her family getting embroiled in a scandal. They reunite in their adult years. They become friends once more, and romance blossoms between them. Things get complicated when Colin learns that Penelope is the brains behind an anonymous hacker his IT company had been hunting all this time. They manage to put everything behind them and collaborate as a dynamic duo instead. Cutesy romance at first but becomes angsty and glorious at the end.

Daphne is a celebrity who gets tainted with internet gossip. She goes into a contract relationship with Simon, an old money chaebol who swore to destroy the family legacy due to daddy issues. They fall in love, but Simon's self-made oath hurts their romance and results in one of the most scandalous celebrity breakups ever. They end up together, with Simon selling off the company and starting his own business. A drama that will make everyone swoon.

Eloise is a rebellious heiress who runs away from her responsibilities. She and Philip had a meet-cute in a foreign country but do not see each other again until years later. They end up living together in the same house due to a mix-up; Eloise signs an ironclad lease around the same time Philip inherits the house due to his brother's sudden demise. Add Philip's new wards (a cute nephew and niece) to the mix. A fun romcom with just the right dash of drama.

Francesca is a good girl from a rich family who accepts her duty and arranged marriage with John, who she has known all her life as a friend. Unfortunately, John dies before they get married, and the arrangement passes on to the next heir, Michael, who she met in their younger years but does not know much about. Michael, on the other hand, fell in love with Francesca at first sight but is disheartened by the arrangement made by their families. He stays away, only to be pulled back into the same arrangement he resented when his cousin died. This could be a sizzling period drama, with lots of pining and angst.

Gregory falls in love at first sight with Hermione and enlists the help of her friend Lucy. Over time his affection turns to Lucy instead, but Lucy is arranged to marry a chaebol who helped her family's ailing company from crashing to the ground. Gregory interrupts the wedding at the last second, revealing that the chaebol's family intends to create a hostile company takeover through marriage to Lucy. He saves the girl and they live happily ever after. This one has rom-com vibes all over, with a splash of action at the end.

Hyacinth is a law student who dreams of becoming a prosecutor. Gareth, her frenemy in law school, is the only remaining son of one of the richest men in the country. His father stripped him of his inheritance due to unknown reasons. They collaborate to find the truth, falling in love with each other during their investigation. They learn the truth of his paternity. Gareth is his uncle's illegitimate son, who left all of his riches in trust for Gareth. His father took over that trust to fund his failing company. Hyacinth files a case for Gareth, and wins. Legal romcom drama? Sign me up.

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kanthony #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #polin #daphne bridgerton #simon basset #saphne #eloise bridgerton #philip crane #philoise #francesca bridgerton #michael stirling #franchael #gregory bridgerton #lucy abernathy #grucy #hyacinth bridgerton #hyareth #kdrama tropes #shower thoughts #will i write any of this? #i dunno

[teathyme4thedevil]

MC's Dynamic With Each of the Brothers:

* Aro/Ace Agender Disabled MC **TW: ED Mention ***Pacts are made by biting and injecting demonic venom

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Lucifer: A mutual respect for each other. Lucifer is happy that they aren’t romantic or sexual with his brothers at first, but once he falls for them he wishes that it wasn’t the case. Is too proud to admit his eventual love for them. Keeps his distance the most. Is constantly fighting back his baser instincts when around them. Made sure to be exact in the amount of venom he gave them as to make the reaction less intense. However, due to him being the most powerful, it was still as bad as the rest, minus Levi and Satan who were worse.

Mammon: Thyme is the only one who puts up with his bravado and never insults him, even attempting to stand up for him on occasion when they feel like they wont set someone off. Is greedy for their time and affections. Being the first to pact with Thyme, he feels a deep sense of responsibility over them and will be the first to try and hog their attention. Having been a long time since he’d made a pact with a human that had that much magical potential, he gave them quite the dose of venom, resulting in a powerful initial bond and quite the scare health wise.

Leviathan: Is at first best friends with Thyme once he realizes they’re also an anime fan. They even introduce him to some obscure and old human anime that he grows to love. Speaking of, his feelings of platonic love slowly turn into an all consuming, mind shattering romantic emotion. He is at first scared of the intensity of his love, fearful that if he ever acted on it that they would distance themselves from him. Will do anything to protect them, is always near by. Due to his serpentine nature, injected the most venom into Thyme resulting in both a more powerful bond and a worse recovery period for them. It was honestly touch and go for several days, their heart even stopping once. On par with the intensity of Satan’s pacting.

Satan: Still immature with how he handles intense emotions, he spilled his heart out to Thyme just before the body switching incident. Not being very close to him yet, Thyme rejected his request to bond, resulting in an emotional, violent tantrum. In doing so, Satan has just enough time to force a pact on them before Lucifer could interfere, causing the worst pact reaction since poor Levi’s attempt. Later, once Thyme forgives Satan, they form a real relationship (as far as Thyme can go) and he constantly is reminded of his massive fuck up by the permanent pact mark that shows on their skin. He will kiss it gently and whisper apologies and regrets in private, thanking them for his second chance.

Asmodeus: The first one to see that his charm doesn’t work, not because of a resistance, but because of their sexuality. Respects the hell out of it too, is the only person that he will not try to bother, grope or seduce, freaking his brothers out. Who are you and what have you done to Asmo?! Deep down, he desperately craves them and their touch, platonic, romantic or sexual he doesn’t care. He just needs them badly. His venom was the easiest for Thyme to deal with given that he is number five and was the most gentle. He stayed attached to them for a long time, injecting his venom bit by bit so as to make it less of a shock to their system.

Beelzebub: Instantly noticed their disordered eating and does his best to support them, giving them encouraging talks when they restrict and helping them slow down when they binge. Took the longest, minus Lucifer, to realize his feelings were not as platonic as he thought they were. The only one to try and drink their blood outright when biting them, instead of the typical licking up the droplets. Accidentally broke their cane during the custard incident, but forged it back to normal (minus some decals). Craves them in every way he could imagine. Gluts himself on their presence when they’re together. Like's carrying them places when their leg gets too tired.

Belphegor: Is a full on yandere who became obsessed with Thyme as soon as he saw their form walk up the stairs. Instead of wanting to kill them, he ends up wanting to escape in order to kill his brothers for forming pacts and relationships with Thyme. …okay so maybe Beel can stay, but only if he keeps his distance. In the Devildom, a certain percentage of demons are predisposed to becoming extremely possessive of a potential human master, to the point of doing things completely out of character. Once a bond is formed however, they calm down immensely, reverting nearly back to normal. It depends on how long it took the demon and human to form a bond. Unfortunately for Belphie, it took months. He’s still a yandere, but has accepted his brothers at least. His venom was less intense, being the youngest, but had the most intent behind it. Basically the opposite of Lucifer’s pacting.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me yandere #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #again very self indulgent #can you tell that i love levi? #tw eating disorder #tw possessive behavior

[moltengoldveins]

alright. It’s self-inset week on this illustrious hellsite, and I’m unlearning shame, so here’s a self-insert for the pseudo-MCYT universe I have meticulously constructed in my brain that had only a passing resemblance to the actual canon:

Her Deal is that she’s an Enderian who, for various reasons, got picked up by Emduo during a midlife crisis arc after the end of the (general) events of SMP earth. She was caught in the rain, pretty badly burned, and had no local support system. Their intentions at first were to find her a place to stay while traveling, since mortals have a rough time around gods for long periods of time. However, (because I tend not to give my self inserts a lot of powers, but when I do, they’re powers I think I'd actually have) they find that, while she isn’t the most physically gifted, she has an unparalleled ability to just…. Mentally Handle Bullcrap Beyond Mortal Ken. She isn’t the kind of person to be phased by either a walrus Or a fairy at her doorstep, that kind of thing. They have few rough patches with her being too stubborn to get along well with Techno but it evens out eventually, and she’s good with Brian (the crow) so they kinda just… let her stick around as they travel.

She’s a hardcore, so her aging quits after a few years of ‘just traveling, trying to find you a home, we swear.’ She ends up a Blood God adherent later on, (I have Headcanons about the blood god that are too complicated to explain here, the gist of it is that most gods have ‘chats’ in one way or another but the BG is basically the only one to have a Chat that just Sucks That Much for their adherents. Mari’s chat is pretty dang small, and they are restrained to her pov. Techno’s the only BG adherent with an omniscient chat.) and over time, their relationship goes from ‘kinda uncles’ to ‘those are my weird parents, thanks.’ Sometimes a family can be two demigods, the Lady of death, and a funky little teleporter with severe sensory impairment. (Sucky vision, hypersensitive hearing)

She’s absent from the events of the DSMP for any number of reasons, (depends on my mood tbh. She’s fun in the DSMP, but she’s also nearly as fun when slapped randomly in another media property entirely and attempting desperately to get home, I’m a sucker for dimension hopping AUs) but pops back in at least once, enough to meet Tommy and be aware of Wilbur’s loss. Her dynamic with Will was rough, and her dynamic with Tommy distant, but she saw the potential in the bedrock bros dynamic, even when said bros are on the outs.

Post-DSMP (good ending, the people we love live and are friends) she spends the vast majority of her time doing physical labor around the family house, learning how to build with Phil, and helping Beeduo with Michael. She’s nowhere near Emduo in combat skill, but she was taught by them for a long time, which means she’s still good enough to draw even with Tommy, ten months into his training regularly with Techno. She still can’t manage to beat Tubbo in a fair fight, no teleportation. (he’s small and jacked and fast ok, she’s no good at countering that)

honestly I just like the idea that Emduo at some point in their however many hundreds of years picked up a slightly-too-neurospicy-for-their-own-good-child and couldn’t find a way to get rid of them fast enough to keep from getting attached, and I personally enjoy having enough platonic relationships with the characters I care about in that fandom to excuse any random plot point I feel like writing about XD it’s a convenient overlap that has created a pretty fun character :)

#molten rambles #oc artwork #self insert #self insert week 2024 #wheeeeeeelp that’s all folks I’m gonna go overthink this for the next 1000 years thanks #I Do Not Share my self insert stuff #Like EVER #I don’t draw it I don’t write it it remains INSIDE THOUGHTS #But it’s unlearning shame and guilt 2024 so here we are #Her name is Koine Greek for ‘eye’ btw #‘Mah-ti’

[cordeliaflyte]

my dream.... I was part of an army in an ambiguous, vaguely mediaeval time period but I wasn't really a soldier I was some kind of scout. I would walk ahead of the army and enter nearby villages, kingdoms, cities, to garner support for our cause and ascertain whether they would assist us, who they were allied with, etc. while also solving conflicts among them. it was almost a video game like mechanic - every time I would enter a dwelling, everyone would freeze, waiting for me to speak to them.

one of the places I entered was a small kingdom. they were all surprised to see me enter they were like "a female scout/messenger?!" and I was like "yes. women are entering male dominated professions now in the Kingdom of Kent" (I was from the Kingdom of Kent) and they were like "oh ok".

so there were really complicated dynamics going on in this kingdom I visited which I knew perfectly in the dream but can no longer remember. there was King Prospero, who was a good ruler, handsome, just, etc. but he wanted to resign from the throne and offer it to this guy named Rodrigo, who might have been his nephew? he also had an evil advisor who did NOT want Rodrigo to become king as he could not manipulate Rodrigo. also Rodrigo never actually appeared so I never spoke to him.

they also all had some insane love triangle going on?? in the dream, I drew a diagram showing who fancied whom. Rodrigo kind of fancied King Prospero, who may or may not have been his nephew, who vaguely fancied him, but also him and the evil advisor HATED each other but ALSO had a homoerotic thing going on. but also the evil advisor kept hitting on me but I didn't get it because I was an innocent medieval maiden.

I was like so guys I know you have your own things going on. but will you ally with The Kingdom of Kent. and they were like clearly this is a progressive, forward thinking country, since women can be anything they want.

(I don't think I particularly *wanted* to be a military scout/diplomat. like don't get me wrong it beat having sixteen children and being a farmer. but it also involved crossing impossible distances on foot, quicker than an army, in a very hostile environment - not only one filled with my countries enemies who would do everything in their power to kidnap and torture me for information, but also one where nature was very treacherous.

The Kingdom of Kent was stuck in a perpetual winter so the population was chronically malnourished. there was way more livestock than farm grounds, and hunting was common, but obviously the animals we killed for food also had to eat something. we had a strong military but collaboration with neighbouring kingdoms - which were still a LONG long way away - was vital because we simply *had* to import most of our food.

so I would be a malnourished young woman travelling alone ahead of an army, mostly having to hunt my own food first in places with relatively little food, and when I ventured farther from home I had to get food somehow knowing that hunting might be restricted to nobility and I could get in trouble or for accidentally stealing someone's food etc)

SO since this country was so progressive they were like take this traitor of ours and keep him hostage in your super progressive feminist country. since he will be treated well there. NOT that if we minded if he was to die of an accident wink wink nudge nudge. much like djem in S1 of the borgias. and I was like of course assignment understood 🫡

so I trudged all the way back to my homeland (The Kingdom of Kent) with my hostage, who was clearly unprepared for the climate and tried to run away a few times. he was very horrified when I said "oh yeah sometimes we cannibalise each other in The Kingdom of Kent. but only when we're *really* hungry. and since we are now allies with your kingdom who will supply us with grain in exchange for military aid you probably won't get eaten ^_^". this was at odds with what he had been told of our enlightened feminist country.

when we finally got here, I was like okay we are here ^_^ you definitely cannot escape now ^_^ showing him the castle that was the epicentre of this cold and wintry and snowy kingdom. he was like okayyyy. and I pointed to a feature of the castle and was like this is the window our king throws traitors out of ^_^ just for fun. if you survive he picks you up and throws you out again.

#d

[niigata-division]

Valor Guard Team Dynamics

As team leader, Seiji is on the frontlines and is the team's best option for defense. His rap ability allowing Seiji to shield his team for long periods. However, even without his rap ability, Seiji easily switches to acting as the team’s tank, being able to take quite a bit of damage. He is a very powerful rapper. However, due to having little experience rapping, his power doesn't always come out in its entirety. 

Lyall is the team’s strategist and main form of offense being more often than not out on the frontlines. His rap ability, former stage experience, and obsessively driven personality make Lyall an extremely tricky opponent to go up against. It’s made even worse by his sharp mind that's always strategizing the best way to deal with his opponents. Unlike his teammates, Lyall’s rapping, power, and speed are quite balanced. 

Ayumu is the group's main form of support, due in no small part to his ability to heal his team from their injuries. As such, he is placed in the backlines, though should the situation call for it, he’ll move to the front lines where he can surprisingly deal some damage. While not as powerful as his teammates, Ayumu makes up for it by being far faster than the two of them, often able to land an attack on his opponent before they can say a verse. 

— Seiji

Lyall to Seiji is his headache of a subordinate that makes him want to pull out his hair some days. It seems like barely a day goes by when Lyall isn't in Seiji’s office being chewed out for pulling some stunt. It is only because of his excellent detective work that Seiji hasn't kicked Lyall out of the homicide department and placed him on desk duty for the rest of his career. However, deep down, Seiji is worried about Lyall and how obsessive he gets with each homicide case he takes on, especially since his attempted killer has been allowed to walk out of prison. In rap battles, Seiji shields Lyall from attacks, and should the occasion call for it, he will even take a blow for him.  

Ayumu to Seiji is his childhood friend, having known him since elementary school, and Seiji’s closest confidant. They were in the same class, and to the surprise of everyone got along, their friendship lasting to this day with Ayumu being one of the few people Seiji allows himself to be vulnerable around. While Seiji is not the type to actively show appreciation, he has his ways of acknowledging and valuing their friendship. Seiji is even grateful to Ayumu for (quite literally) smacking him out of deep depression after the murders of his wife and son. In rap battles, Seiji is quick to use his rap ability to shield Ayumu from any attack, often teaming up together, and are a surprisingly formidable force to go against.

— Lyall 

Seiji to Lyall is his disgruntled boss who always seems to be on his ass about breaking the rules. Despite how he may act to Seiji sometimes Lyall does actually respect him even if he barely shows it. It's just that Lyall doesn't care to follow the rules Seiji tries to knock into his skull. He only considers them nuisances in his way of solving his cases. Even with all this, Lyall is grateful to Seiji for being one of the few willing to give him a chance to be a homicide detective despite his reputation as a former “pretty boy” model. In Rap Battles, Lyall is quick to come up with a plan of attack and relay it to Seiji so they can execute it, and though he does it secretly, Lyall keeps an eye out for Seiji. 

Ayumu to Lyall is the man who saved his life all those years ago. Lyall deeply respects Ayumu and credits him as why he's still alive today. This respect extends to the point that Lyall would listen to Ayumu’s orders before he listened to any of Seiji’s. However, while Lyall greatly appreciates Ayumu, a part of him is annoyed by his constant mother-henning, such as when he hovers over him whenever his scars give him severe pain. Despite this, Lyall knows that he can rely on Ayumu, viewing him as a dependable person, and trusts him to watch his back. In Rap Battles, Lyall is more than willing to take a hit for Ayumu before quickly turning his sight on the person who tried to attack him.

— Ayumu

Seiji to Ayumu is his closest friend, having known each other since elementary school. Ayumu is incredibly grateful for Seiji’s friendship as hanging out with him was one of the few times Ayumu felt that he was allowed to be himself and not the “Hayami Heir” growing up. Even now, Seiji is one of the few people Ayumu trusts not to use him for his family’s wealth or connections. It goes unsaid between them, but Ayumu and Seiji see each other as brothers and have a strong bond with Ayumu, even declaring Seiji, his daughter’s godfather. In Rap Battles, Ayumu is quick to heal Seiji from his injuries, and they deal some serious damage when working together. 

Lyall to Ayumu is his former patient whom he’s concerned for. While Ayumu likes to check in with all of his former patients to see how they're doing, it's Lyall that he’s worried about. Even now, finding Lyall with his chest carved open is still one of the worst scenes Ayumu has ever seen in all of his career as a paramedic. His worry is even made worse when he sees the way Lyall obsessively solves his cases at the cost of his health. Ayumu’s biggest fear is that Lyall will destroy himself at the rate he's going, especially now that it's been made even worse with Touya Kisaragi’s release from prison. In Rap Battles, Ayumu is quick to heal Lyall and is more than willing to follow any attack plan he has.  

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #niigata division #valor guard #seiji tsukimoto #lyall shiba #ayumu hayami #relationships #team dynamics

[acermp100]

Short: Slap Jack

(I THINK that's the name of this card game. Heard like 10 diff names growing up. Anyway...)

Alright, it's writing time! Did a short inspired by amazing @mtndw-whteout age swap, detective AU. Freaking love their manic Teru and Shou and the lil esper Mafia.

TW: Blood, Gore, Violence, Slurs

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King.

Queen.

Three.

Seven.

Four.

Shou reached down to take the mini pile of cards that had formed, shuffling them loosely back into his stack.

“Where’s that Jack?”

Blue eyes flicked from the table to Shou’s hands. He clutched his larger deck in his hands ready to start again.

“Don’t accuse me of some sorta fast finger work.” Smoke trailed form his nostrils, more following as he chewed on the near finished cigarette, exhaling to last bits of tobacco. “I’m not a cheater like you.”

Teru held up a card between two fingers in preparation for his first turn. The inside faced Shou displaying the Ace of Diamonds in gold ink amid the black backdrop with the suit in blood red.  “Perish the thought.” He flicked his wrist and the Ace spun on a corner before landing right side up at the center of the desk between them. “Just wondering is all. My three are so lonely without their friend.”

A flick of the tongue. Shou tossed his card next.

Five.

Queen.

Ten.

Ace.

The room hovered in a dusty shadow more brought on by the ash and smoke than any lack of cleanliness. Leave it to him to find a place like this: right out of an old movie with the taxidermy deer and wolf heads and all. Hand carved mahogany desk with matching wall panels, a mirrored bar in the corner all silver flasks and crystal glass ware. Even managed to get an H laser etched into each. Gold framed the pair of stools at the bar with more of the glinting metal acting as a crown finish for the desk.

Shou abandoned his current cigarette and ignored his next few tosses with his hand bloated with trash as it was. The match hissed before flashing, bringing a glow to his face while leaned back to watch his boss take the meager winnings.

“What yah got? Like 13 left?”

“15. And don’t you worry about me.”

Always that grin. Shou rolled his eyes. They continued countering face cards with face cards, building a growing stack. Teru visibly twitched as each of his prized jacks were foiled by some petty ace or king. He never smoked, at least as far as Shou had noticed.  Didn’t ask either in case he’d be in for some rant about hair and skin health. For a moment a thought slipped into his head: then why did he allow me to right in his office?  Better not dwell on that too much- Shou never enjoyed power dynamics and pointless strutting amid social standings. Better to leave that to someone like his boss.

 The only source of light came from a single, small lamp on the far side of their playing field. Still, it was enough to reflect off the several swords that hung on the wall directly behind. He always through the clash of time periods looked tacky: a board sword above a tanto with some sabers and things he didn’t really recognize. Then again, knives were not really his thing.

Five.

Six.

Six-

Shou reached out but was too slow. He pulled his hand back and took a long draw of his cigarette while he tried to keep count of card patterns in each of their piles. Teru clenched his finger over the meager win and dragged it back to his side.

“Say, what do you think of the northern territory?” Blond hair swished as he idly played along his ear with a free hand. The piercings that led along the cartilage were just as shiny as the blades that hung on the wall.

More uninteresting wins and losses, Teru always keeping his number of cards steady.

“The one against the industrial tracks?

The grin widened. “Yes.”

“Odd choice. There’s those mules that took up residence there years ago.” Shou threw out his card.

Teru followed. “True, they are very attached to that place. Perhaps they need a bit of convincing.”

Nine.

King.

Ace.

Jack.

“Ah, there we go.” He tossed his next in confidence.

King.

Shou let out a sigh. 

Four.

Eight.

Eight-

He was barely fast enough. Flinching, Shou tried to hide his pain as the bottom of several rings dug into the top of his hand right after he has slapped just a moment before his boss. Teru’s fingers were tensed like claws as he released the pressure and gave up his precious prize.  

“Bravo.” He clapped his hands together by his face, sitting back in the large, leather chair. So long it had been in the office that the long dead hide was now stained red. “I concede.”

Shou let out a long exhale as the tension finally began to fade, nursing his new bruises. Smoke rose between the two.

“You want us to take them out?”

Teru remained flush in his chair, going over what was left of his cards one by one until he placed them on desk face up. His smile had faded but the glint in his eyes still betrayed whatever chaotic intentions were still at work under those perfectly manicured blond locks.

“How sweet of you to offer.”

He watched his boss swivel around to the bar, gathering up two glasses and some fancy whisky or whatever. Ice clinked before a deep, dark gold liquid was poured. Booze also wasn’t Shou’s thing. But he was more than happy to accept.

 “But no. Instead sweep up to the tracks on either side. Put a little fear into our wonderful patrons.” Teru bought the glass up to his face but didn’t take a sip, only hovering it before his nose enjoying the scent.  “I’m sick of dealing with the little rats still thinking they have a chance.”

Shou blinked as the liqueur burned down his throat. “But- wait. Those drug runners are savages. All full of guns and greed. Heard they got these three brothers that lead with an iron fist. Good luck getting them all at once. Be like fighting a hydra.”

And there it was again. That grin. Shou always wondered if his boss had naturally sharp canines or had gotten some under the table dentistry work done to appear even more unhinged. Knowing him, probably the latter.

“That will be taken care of momentarily.”

As if on cue a crash echoed through the wall.  Shou sat up as a window was broken followed by gun fire.

“Shit. I left the new guys out there.”

Teru stood as well, calmly reaching over the desk. Shou glared down at the tight grip now on his arm, his leather jacket not stopping the pinch.

“And I sent them away. It’s just us here, how lovely is that?” Teru sat back down, the chair looming behind him, his long blond locks covering the intent of his eyes. He tented his hands in front of him and gave a single nod. “Please be a good boy and invite our guests in, will you?”

Shou took his arm back. After a long pull he abandoned his cigarette in the ashtray and stormed off. Creepy fucker. Good thing I’m on his side.

The armed men stood in the front office. Broken glass and papers were scattered on the floor. The far window lay shattered letting in some of the breeze. They were still digging through drawers and cabinets before Shou walked in, finding himself not even shocked that his boss had somehow got all three brothers together. He didn’t even have a chance to give a sassy quip before they noticed him.

“Fang scum!”

A gun was already shoved into his chest; some semi automatic junk they’d been selling in bulk all over the city. He tried to see if they had any aftermarket modifications he’s be interested in. Nope. How boring. Knives he didn’t give a fuck about, nor fancy wines that cost more than his monthly rent per bottle. But guns- guns he could handle.  Shou didn’t even raise his hands, instead narrowing his blue eyes and exhaling his lung of smoke at the new guests.

“You could at least say hi first.” A sneer as he licked at his front teeth, glancing back down at the guns. “Or maybe you’re compensating for somethin’?

The barrel was shoved into his ribs, yet he still didn’t react only stared back at the resulting scowls.

“Fucker! Don’t be cocky with us.” Hands took him by the shoulders as another set slipped under his open leather jacket. “Ain’t letting some mulleted punk back stab me. Where’s your weapon?”

Shou was giving his own grin now, jaw tense at the throw away comment about his hair. His hands flexed at his sides but kept his cool knowing the fate awaiting these fools.

 “Don’t got one. And don’t need one.”

They finished searching him and shoved him into a corner, guns always threateneing.

“Eh, he’s stupid but honest.”

“Want me to kill him?”

The eldest brother stared into Shou’s eyes only getting a blue, unafraid glare black. “If he’s not gone by the time we leave, I will.”

“Boss will see you now.”

Shou cracked a smirk back as he watched them enter the boss’s office, then stepped forward and closed the door behind them with a purposeful click.

“Have fun.”

The men shuffled inside, eyes trying to adjust to the low light. After a moment they noticed the man at the desk. The youngest stifled a laugh while the older one let out a scoff. Pastel painted nails and a gaudy bright dress shirt and pants against their gruff leather jackets and torn jeans. Teru ‘s expression still remained behind left over ash tray smoke and his long hair, but his confident lips were every visible.

“So, you’re the leader of Fang?”

“The one and only.” Teru opened his arms in an exaggerated gesture. “Welcome! Save a seat. Would you like a drink?”

The three bothers stood fast, exchanging looks.

“Not very talkative, are we? Well that’s alright.” Teru set out three glasses. “I can do all the speaking.”

“What the fuck is this.”

“Is he alone?”

“This faggot’s been giving us trouble?”

Teru grinned at the continued whispering. His back arced and he cracked his neck before rising, slipping around the desk.

“Gentlemen, no need to be so secretive.” Teru reached up with his jewelry adorned fingers and tugged at one of the men’s collars. “We’re all friends here.”

Three guns were pointed straight at his face. Like Shou, Teru didn’t flinch, instead eying the barrels with a bemused smile.

“You’re a bit outmatched to be acting like some puffed up fool.”

A full grin flashed, eyes above the barred teeth wide and eager. “If that is what you think.”

“Why the hell shouldn’t we just kill you right now?

Teru held his arms behind his back. “Oh, please! Don’t you want to hear my proposal?

The men glared, looking at each other before turning back

“Fine. Spit it out.”

“Give up your territory to me. Every last pathetic inch.” He met each of their confused gazes with his own glinting stare. “And I might let you live.”

One of the brothers coked his gun and shoved it into Teru’s face. Not a jerk, not a reaction. Just a smile.

“Cocky little gay boy. You’re done talking!”

The gun wouldn’t fire. One by one, all three of them fussed and pulled at their triggers to result of nothing.

“What the fuck??”

The middle brother had had enough. “Guess we do this the old fashioned way then.”

A knife was drawn. Teru kept his arms behind him as he shifted left, then right, dodging each stab and slice. In the end the man in a miss had shoved the blade into the wall where it remained stuck.

“Oh, tut tut.” Teru leaned right up to his face. “Looks like you need more practice.”

Another brother came in, swinging fists. Teru backed up before bringing on hand up, opened to a palm. The man was forced back in an instant, crashing with a yell into other wall, dazed. That only left the third.

“What- what are you?”

Teru didn’t shift his body, only arced his head at an tilted angle over his shoulder. “Someone who likes to have fun.”

The final brother pulled a spare hand gun and wasted no time. It fired straight, the sound echoing in the small office. But the shot didn’t land. Nor did it miss; instead the bullet hung in the air between them. Now shaking and unable to speak, the man was backing up as he watched the bullet turn and face him instead. Teru’s hand rose in front of his manic grin, fingers utilizing only a fraction of his abilities.

The rest of the gun was unloaded. Each of the bullets hovered in an an natural state, vibrating with the same excitement as the one controlling them. Teru let them hang as the slow realization drew up on the doomed man’s face. With a click of his fingers each round was reflected back at the same speed that had left the barrel, ripping through bone and flesh.  A now battered and bleeding body twitched on the floor. He made sure to miss the heart and brain for a slower, more poetic death.

“No! You fucker!”

The knife user was swinging with fists now in a blind rage. They hit over and over but did nothing, not even push Teru back, as if the blows were beating against sand bags. He flipped his hair, laughing to himself.

“Looks like you forgot this.”

Aura focusing, Teru hovered the man into the air, helpless. The knife jerked out of the wall as if by its own will, hovering by Teru’s shoulder like a little pet ready to obey. Now kicking, the frantic man screamed as his own weapon danced back and forth, slicing with each pass. Blood splattered from arteries to pool under all the writhing and begging. Human sounds devolved into desperate gurgling until the lungs had no more capacity for air.

The last brother was shaking against the wall as he watched the body fall, wide eyes flicking in terror from his dead siblings then finally to Teru.

“I quite like these knives.” Teru was playing with the blade, a butterfly knife with the handle adorned in silver and gold. His fingers skillfully flipped the edge before spinning it over a knuckle then back to his grip. All the while he took slow, purposeful steps towards his next victim. ”Nice and long. Very versatile.” He was now standing at eye level, his gaze leaving the knife to focus on the cowering man. “But I always thought they were a bit too showy.”

The blade was brought up to tap against a nose and cheek, now desperately trying to hold still among the sweat and blood.

“P-please. DOn’t k-k-kill me? I- I-“

Teru interrupted, his voice the same casual, cheery tone as when they started. “You’re the youngest, aren’t you?” He traced a little circle along the man’s face, drawing blood. “Here’s some advice, leader to leader.”

Blue eyes widened. Teru glared ahead as his powers drove the man’s body from wall to ceiling to floor, back and forth, bones cracking and organs rupturing amid flying red that joined the other splatter marks. With every impact, his grin widened until he was laughing, head back and a hand on his chest to steady himself. The fucker was already dead yet he continued to abuse the corpse leaving it an unrecognizable husk in the end. He pocketed the knife.  

“Don’t reject a good offer when first given it.” Teru turned, admiring his handy work. “It could be bad luck”

Shou had busied himself with picking up the papers. He rolled his eyes at the horrified screams, checking his jacket pocket for another cigarette. Lighting it, he put a foot up on the desk and waited, mumbling to himself.

“I better not have to clean this up.”

Whistling could be heard now. Shou was about to enter when the door knob shifted.

“Ah, Shou! Here you are. They each had their own handgun, customized too.” Teru piled the red stained weapons on the desk. “Isn’t that just cute?”

Shou tried to ignore his blood drenched, wild eyed boss and turned his attention to the guns.

“Ugh. Why do they always get the crappy shit?” He took one of the hand guns and inspected it. “Hmm. Probably could do something with these the personal pieces though. Nice.”

“You’re so welcome.”

Teru left a trail of red footprints, heading to the front of the room. With a smile he glanced over his shoulder. Shou couldn’t help but tense.

“Let’s go meet our new employees, shall we? I’m sure they’re lonely without their leaders. “

And with that he waltzed off. Shou exhaled hard through his nose. From the cracked office door he could see the twisted bodies laying limp and disfigured. He flicked his cigarette and the closest.

That’s what you get for insulting my hair.

#writing #my writing #mp100 fic #shou #teru #age swap #mafia #mtndw-whteout #the joke is teru has enough money to jsut get his office fixed up after every uhhh game #the card came was a fun play on their relationship of tense but strong respect #terus a bit unhinged #might have went too far with that #OH WELL #gore #blood #teru atleast take a shower #it's like his war paint #HELLO NEW FRIENDS i am covered in your old leader's blood how about a new job #you get to clean up my office~

[mascautomaton]

posting my hcs before time is up anyway!!!

fluffy happy stuff :D

-the automatons have rooms in the manor, not like ones where they power off in, just rooms that are basically their “studios”! its where they write their songs in (or in rabbits case, practice her performance and watch romance movies.)

-the spine and rabbit were built to have a sibling dynamic so sometimes they just call eachother “bro” and “sis” (based off the spine saying sis towards rabbit in a performance!)

-rabbit goes on long walks in the walter cemetary, forests, and anywhere they go. she does get lost occasionally.. she also happens to always find stray animals (and ends up taking them home with her.)

-rabbit LOVES halloween, she loves all the spooky shit. she decorates the manor to alls hell (and hides bones in the others rooms). she also loves horror movies but old ones, like ones made in the 60’s to 80’s period. she has a secret love for 80’s slasher summer movies.

-the spine has a perler of the jon on his bedside table (sometimes he keeps him in his pocket, a little reminder of his friend.)

-rabbit loves collecting bones (not in like the way she’s obsessed with them, in that she just finds them cool and knows a LOT about them! (she hides them in the boys rooms and zer0 has screamed when he walked in and saw a skull on his desk.)

-rabbit has a canopy in her room because she likes to feel like a princess.

angsty/kinda angsty

-rabbit also likes to write her songs by peters grave in the cemetery. she spends hours there just sitting and writing, sometimes she talks to him. she also collects little flowers and places them by there, to show her respects.

-rabbit does ‘cry’, but its just oil. (based on brass goggles.) like she came home to find out peter was dead and she started crying but she had just a blank face with the oil seeping out of the eyeholes of her faceplate.

-rabbit gets attached to everyone shes close to (like the past automatons, peter the first, jenny…etc) and she has small things to remind her of them, after all she watched them leave. (upgrades crown, the jon’s bowtie, she stole hatchworths glasses, and peters goggles.)

#i think about them a lot #mostly rabbit #i love her #steam powered giraffe #rabbit spg #spgiraffe #spg #spg the spine #the jon spg #zero spg #hatchworth spg

[jinxthejubilee]

Venus de Milo - We Need to Talk

Because I'm desperate to see Rise of Tmnt get a third season, I need to talk about it more. And for that, I must ask this question: What do you guys think of Venus de Milo?

Honestly, I think she could be a great addition to the series. Pretty much anything they do with her would be better than the disgrace that was The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Next Mutation.

I feel really bad for her because the writers never gave her a chance to be her own character. They just fell back on a bunch of period-typical tropes for female characters and never even utilized those tropes in an interesting way.

So if Venus was in ROTTMNT, here are the questions/ideas I have for both the writers, and the audience:

Since the boys are all four different species of turtles, what kind of turtle would she be?

(Maybe a diamondback?)

What color should her mask be?

It shouldn't be just a lighter color of one of the boys, she needs to be distinct.

I would say yellow, but that's Jennika's color.

Maybe silver?

Should they change her name to an actual female Renaissance artist?

If so, what would it be? And if not, what is the backstory of how she was named "Venus de Milo?"

If they keep her as the long lost sister of our main 4, how did she get separated from them in the first place?

Did Draxum keep her separated on purpose before they all got mutated?

Was she thrown out because Draxum no longer thought she was a suitable candidate for his experiments?

What was the reason?

How would they all meet each other?

Probably fighting each other, if I'm being honest. That's basically how they've met everyone in this series.

What would her weapon be?

I would say a fan, but people might be bothered that they assigned a traditionally "feminine" weapon to the only other girl in the group.

Maybe the tetsubo?

The kyoketsu-shoge?

Either way, she needs her own weapon unless they want to keep her magical powers from the original show, which would actually work really well in this particular series.

How would the creators revamp her personality?

Raphael in this series is kinda like a den mother already, so if they keep that aspect of her character the same as she was in The Next Mutation, they may need to dial that back a notch.

Maybe she could be very shy, skittish, and awkward, but once she warms up to her family and friends' love and acceptance, she gets more excitable and fun.

Also, maybe replace "motherly" with just "very formal," as in she speaks very formally and has a hard time loosening up around people.

She can still have that somewhat oblivious nature when it comes to references and cultural idioms, like she did in The Next Mutation, but not too much to the point that it becomes annoying. She just doesn't know how to interact normally due to her upbringing.

I've seen art and a few stories like this before, but what if before Draxum became a good guy (or this could be Big Mama, whoever works), he created Venus by mutating her with a small sample of Splinter's DNA?

If not a baby, then a little girl? Around 10 years old or so? Just throwing some ideas out there.

Which goes into my next question: Should Venus be older or younger than Mikey?

We all know that Mikey is baby, and people might want him to stay that way.

Unless they want Mikey to be the older brother for once and be the best and awesomest big brother ever!

I'd say this is less likely to happen though.

The most likely option is Venus being older than Mikey, but younger than Leo and Donnie.

I can dig the awkward big sister and excitable little brother dynamic.

Another idea that I saw was making Venus the same age as Leo and Donnie so that the three of them could be "triplets," and personally, I love that idea.

Speaking of Big Mama, I saw some people speculating that this person:

Might be Venus, who works for Big Mama.

That could be an interesting take on her.

Maybe after Draxum threw her out, she was found by Big Mama or one of workers and now serves under her.

Building up relationships

This is definitely going to be a separate discussion for another day, but Venus' relationships with everybody could be an awesome topic to explore.

The personalities of every single character in this show are very distinct and they bounce off each other very well, so what would happen if you throw Venus into the mix?

First off, getting rid of the idea of Venus as a love interest is a must since she will be revamped as their sister.

The boys are used to having a older sister figure in their lives because of April, so how would having a younger sister work?

Raph would obviously be a bit overprotective as usual, making sure she's comfortable and feels safe around them, which depending on her personality, she could appreciate it immensely, or not, but for the sake of his feelings, she doesn't say anything.

Donnie would be happy to have another person to show off his inventions, and they could bond over her actually taking interest in what he has to say.

Leo would be the one she talks to/is the most comfortable around, since he's pretty chill and understands that he shouldn't overwhelm her like Raph or the others tend to do. That said, Leo would be siked to have another sibling, and would show her all that she needs to know about their family, their favorite pizza places, and how they work together as a team.

Mikey would be the top brother excited to have a sister. Younger or older, he'd drag Venus around like a ragdoll to show her anything and everything! Pizza, games, arts and crafts, the Jupiter Jim movies, everything! He might be a little annoying when he gets like this, but that adorable smile on his face breaks down any resistance Venus has.

Master Splinter is an interesting one. He might feel guilty for essentially abandoning Venus, leading her to work for Draxum, Big Mama, or whatever villain she serves, if she serves anyone at all. Maybe she'll be a bit resentful of him for that, and avoid interacting with him for a while, until he eventually apologizes and makes an attempt to kindle a father-daughter relationship with her. Once they get there though, it's very sweet, with Splinter promising to be there for her and make up for lost time.

GIRLS NIGHT WITH APRIL AND SUNITA!!! This needs to happen! All three girls banning together and having little adventures of their own. If Venus is the shy one of the group, April and Sunita can show her the ropes and help build up her confidence. Positivity is a must! 🌟

And, of course, like every character on this show, we need some trauma. Paranoia is her worst enemy.

A plausible reason of why Venus is so quiet is because she was order never to speak out of line or she would be punished. She was like a robot, who never gained her own identity as she was only seen as a tool.

She's so afraid of making others upset to the point that she overthinks everything and just stops talking altogether.

Sometimes her fears and ridiculous assumptions about what could happen can be played for laughs, but her anxious nature is just...not fun for her.

Which leads to everyone helping her break out of her comfort zone and become more comfortable with the family and the outside world overall.

They might be too pushy at times, but they only have good intentions. However, these things take time, and they must learn to be more patient.

All in all, I think that Venus could be a splendid character if the people in charge of TMNT actually TRY to play with her personality and backstory, and not just let her become a walking don't list for how not to create a female character in a male-centric franchise.

Soooo...that's it! If you made it this far, first of all, thank you so much! And second, let me know how you would interpret Venus' character. We NEED this show to come back, and I want to give this girl justice!

Once again, thank you all so much for reading! Stay safe out there! And I'll see you later! Byeee! 💗

#venus de milo #teenage mutant ninja turtles venus de milo #tmnt venus #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise if the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt venus #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt april #rottmnt master splinter #rottmnt lou jitsu #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt big mama #let's discuss #feel free to discuss

[mermaidlighthouse]

This is the only time I will directly engage in the discourse around Izzy. 

I would like to propose a thought experiment. Are your perceptions of Izzy OR Ed and/or their relationship based SOLELY on canon (what we ACTUALLY see/hear on screen) or have you placed your assumptions of the relationship between them on that interpretation? What I mean to say is, did you decide that one of them was the instigator or the victim of the first blush of toxicity in their relationship? Did you decide that what we do actually see makes one or the other "worse"? Did you then extrapolate an opinion of either character (both?) based on that?

I ask because of course you did, that’s the nature of engaging with media, and because while we know they have a long history (years) canonically, there is no way for ANYONE in fandom to know how their relationship began or progressed. However, when we choose to base our assumptions on tropes whether they are of the biopic manager OR the oppressed second-in-command of the lunatic OR the spurned ex OR unrequited romantic love OR mentor/mentee or boss/employee power imbalance OR ANY trope it places a burden on the characters (BOTH Ed and Izzy) that the show does NOT address. This is headcanon and is perfectly fine (great even) but does not make it canon. The fact that many tropes could have viability is highly significant - it shows their relationship canonically is complicated.

For every "I egged him on for years even though I knew you'd outgrown him..." there's an "I need you here." For every "that's another toe" there's a "you've still got it." For every, I'm not actually going to tell you I have had a plan to get us out of this mess, that I technically got us into, this entire time because I'd rather watch you get angry and frustrated about not having a plan for surviving there's an "I should have let the English kill you". They both fed each other, impeded each other, hurt each other, they are tangled together (I mean this in an entirely platonic sense and why I keep saying Izzy functions narratively as an extension of Ed - and because like it or not Ed is the co-lead of the show - he matters more narratively).

At this point, we have the bare minimum of knowledge of their combined past and only TWO actual flashbacks of Ed BEFORE Izzy. We don’t know the dynamics of their past interactions/relationship. We don’t know how/WHY they have changed together and separately over this LONG ass time period. We don’t know the power fluctuations or lack thereof. It’s all whatever YOU perceive.

I am not saying that any interpretation or perception is better or worse than any other. 

I only ask that there be more nuance than X bad.

There are literally only 2 characters that I would classify as one-dimensional (Ricky and Nigel) EVERY other named character has more depth and motivations and it’s a disservice to the writers/creators/actors to flatten their characters because you don’t like an action they took/decision they made (even John Bartholomew is given more than a single note). 

In canon, BOTH Ed and Izzy are toxic to each other, that does not absolve either of their actions, but I will absolutely NOT engage in misery olympics. Attempting to litigate what constitutes as "more abusive" or "more toxic" is actually a disgusting approach to abuse and toxicity. You don't assign points to people's pain to determine that any party is better or worse off. This is especially the case because YOU DON’T KNOW what their past is; you have your interpretation and that’s fine but that does not condemn or absolve EITHER character. 

You don’t HAVE to like either of them or change your opinion of them. That’s not the point of this…the point is that EACH person in fandom is going to bring their unique perspective (which includes experiences, privileges, prejudices, and biases) and that means NO interpretation is the “correct” one. That’s the beauty of it. 

Fandom does not get to dictate to each other how to interpret a character but I would ask that we have a bit of maturity in allowing all the characters to have nuance and allow everyone their own perspective. Being critical of an aspect of a character doesn’t have to mean condemning them in their entirety.

This is not a justification to allow racism, misandry, classism, homophobia, ableism, misogyny, etc. to cloud your interpretations (those should be called out and if you can't or won't engage with how your version seems to stem from a privileged perspective then nothing I say is going to matter anyway).

As a side note, if you are willing to absolve one character of their actions because “It’s pirates Carol, of course they kill people” OR “it's called drama and creating tension” then you have NO leg to stand on in not giving that grace to ALL CHARACTERS.

The last thing I will say and I say it with love and compassion is this: no matter what you may or may not identify with in the show, this wasn’t created with you specifically in mind. As much as there are things that feel universal in all marginalized spaces, that doesn’t make it so. Please don’t invalidate other people’s experiences because they don’t conform with yours. The writers/creators/actors come from many marginalized groups and intersectionalities but they are also creating a show that has to have general appeal, they are not beholden to fandom ideas and spaces, we are not the ONLY audience. And being critical of your fave is not a condemnation of you.

#the fact that at least HALF of this also applies to how people interpret Stede’s actions is very depressing tbh #blackbeard #ed teach #edward teach #izzy hands #the new unicorn #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd #ofmd s2

[tameodesza]

Househusband AU Headcanon 2: Spicy Edition 🥵

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a/n: Contemplated posting this or another regular HC, but it’s what the people deserve

Top/bottom dynamics

💍 Bret always tops, but he’s not opposed to bottoming. He’s done it once in his life in his younger years, but he was inexperienced then, and it was rushed and uncomfortable 💍 But although the experience wasn’t great, he wouldn’t hesitate to do it for Shawn. 💍 Shawn’s not interested at all in topping though 💍 “It’s too much work” was always Shawn’s complaint. 💍 Which Bret thought was ironic since Shawn did most of the work in the bedroom anyways as a power bottom – riding Bret into oblivion, constantly switching positions, telling Bret to fuck him harder, faster, or slower (whichever would get him to cum quicker)

Who usually initiates sex?

💍 Shawn…no shocker. 💍 He blames Bret for leaving him home alone for extended periods of time 💍 Bret sometimes has to forcefully detach himself from Shawn after returning home to an eager Shawn who was ready to jump his bones 💍 “Let me at least get my shoes off” was Bret’s desperate plea one evening when Shawn latched himself onto the older man, devouring him as soon as he walked through the front door 💍 “You can take them off after we have sex!”

What’s their sex life like?

💍 Their sex life has evolved vastly over the years 💍 Initially, Bret and Shawn had very opposite preferences in the bedroom, and it took some time to find common ground 💍 Bret’s more of a tender lover. He gives gentle touches and loves praising Shawn, especially when the younger man’s sucking his dick – saying how good of a job Shawn’s doing, how beautiful Shawn looks with his dick in his mouth, encouragingly caressing and petting Shawn on the head to continue 💍 Shawn loved every minute of it. Bret’s praises and affection served as a confidence booster that Bret liked what he was doing 💍 Bret doesn’t like making Shawn feel owned, like he doesn’t have a choice, like he’s a piece of property 💍 Shawn usually appreciates the sentiment. He really does. But when it comes to sex, he’s quite the opposite. He likes being dominated, feeling possessed …maybe even being slapped around a little. 💍 Before getting with Bret, Shawn was used to quick, rough, and some may even say aggressive sex. It was what he expected. So it was quite the culture shock for him when Bret voiced his reluctance. 💍 Bret’s discovery of Shawn’s kink came at the most inopportune time – while he was balls deep inside of Shawn. He’d admittedly been a little rougher than usual (being on the road for months without your husband will do that to a man) and when he happened to look down, seeing tears pooling in Shawn’s eyes, he immediately stopped in concern 💍 However, he soon learned that was the opposite of what Shawn wanted:

“Why’d you stop” Shawn asked, borderline whining, as he attempted to grind his hips up against Bret

Bret forcefully held Shawn’s hips in place as he said incredulously “You’re crying”

Shawn let out a breathy laugh before saying, “That’s because you’re fucking me so good. Keep going”

💍 Bret’s random display of aggression gave into Shawn’s desires, the younger man being driven to tears, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure he was experiencing 💍 But it was hard for Bret to see it that way. He thought he was hurting Shawn and that Shawn was just too nice to say so. 💍 They had to have a long talk about it. Shawn explaining that he’s kind of into that sort of stuff, Bret saying it worries him and he doesn’t find pleasure in harming Shawn. If anything, it was a turn off. 💍 After Shawn explained that it didn’t harm him, that it was doing quite the opposite, Bret became more open to exploring what satisfied Shawn. “As long as I’m not choking you, we’re good,” Bret said jokingly. Unbeknownst to him, Shawn sadly crossed off choking from his list of fun bedroom activities 💍 It was hard for Bret to get there initially. He didn’t think pain and sex should be in the same category. But once he saw how much of a turn on it was for Shawn, he slowly began letting his guard down – gripping Shawn harder, tugging at his hair, saying Shawn belongs to him. 💍 Still a bit vanilla compared to Shawn’s standards, but Shawn appreciated the effort 💍 That’s not to say they have any problems getting each other off. Shawn’s experienced some of the most intense orgasms under Bret’s doing, nearly screaming as he cums 💍 And surprisingly to Shawn, many of those moments were when Bret wasn’t being rough. Bret puts in a lot of care and takes a slow and steady approach to sex. It’s a lot of build up to the big moment which makes Shawn anticipate it even more, his intense orgasms to show for it. 💍 But Shawn can bring out Bret’s wild side. There are a few tricks he does purposely with the goal of bringing out Bret’s aggression or frustration – like blowing Bret up until the point he’s about to cum, just to pull off at the last second depriving him of an orgasm. That was usually enough motivation for Bret to plow into the younger man, much to Shawn’s delight 💍 Things are a lot better now for the two. Years of dating and being married helped Bret better understand Shawn’s desires, and Shawn better understand Bret’s limitations.

Favorite position

💍 Face down, ass up for Shawn. He loves how much control it gives Bret to do whatever he wants with his body, Shawn taking it with no hesitation. 💍 Selfishly, it’s also his favorite position because it’s one where Bret tends to be the most aggressive, especially when nearing his end, causing him to grip Shawn’s hips bruisingly tighter as he quickens his pace. 💍 Bret’s favorite position is missionary. Not as exciting as Shawn’s, but the position gives Bret the best view of his husband. 💍 He thinks Shawn looks the most beautiful like this, face screwed up in pleasure, sweat beaming down his temples, arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders, begging Bret for more. It feels more intimate. Plus it gives him better access to kiss Shawn whenever he wants

Turn ons

💍 Shawn’s belly ring is a big turn on for Bret. He still couldn’t believe the man got it while he was away. It was quite a sight to see when Shawn was riding his dick  💍 Bret’s also turned on by Shawn’s heart tattoo on his right ass cheek, which he gets a good view of in Shawn’s favorite position  🤭 💍 Bret’s big, calloused hands were a turn on for Shawn  simply because it allowed Bret to get a good grip on him, especially when pounding into Shawn from behind. 💍 They also fit nicely on Shawn’s ass cheeks, guiding him up and down as he rides Bret cock. 💍 Bret’s fingers were also pretty girthy and made fingering Shawn an enjoyable experience

Have they ever gotten caught in the act?

💍 Yes. By Owen. Twice. (poor guy) 💍 The first time was when Owen didn’t know Shawn was in town for a house show and he walked into his shared hotel room with Bret, screaming in horror when his eyes laid upon the scene. 💍 Luckily for him, Bret and Shawn were under the covers and the lights were off except for the bedside lamp, so he didn’t see anything. But boy did he wish he were deaf so he could get the sound of Shawn’s moans and his brother’s grunts out of his head 💍 However, he wasn’t so lucky the second time, this time being in his shared locker room with Bret. Owen’s since vowed that he’s scarred for life after opening the door to see Shawn bent over, getting his back blown out by Bret right next to his very own locker! 💍 Owen now makes sure to knock on their locker room or hotel room door before entering. 💍 Basically, it’s safe to assume that if both men are out of sight, they’re probably having sex.

Extras:

💍 Shawn has a horrible gag reflex. It legitimately bums him out because it makes deep throating Bret nearly impossible. And it doesn’t make Bret worry any less about him when he nearly chokes on his cock

💍 They eventually had to come up with a safe word because apparently to Shawn, his pleas of “stop” or “I can’t take it anymore” means keep going.

💍 Bret’s injuries sometimes disrupts their bedroom activities

Injured knee? Welp, it’s gonna be harder to do doggy style.

Broken nose? Looks like Shawn’s not getting his dick sucked.

And the infamous “You injured your hand? Who's gonna jerk me off?!” to which Bret promptly reminded Shawn that he could do that himself

#divider cr: @cafekitsune #househusband!au #headcanon #shawn michaels #bret hart #hartbreak #bret hart x shawn michaels #wwf #alternate universe #back to studying for my exam 🤡

[lilyandthegenshinbrainrot]

My most personal and intimate thoughts on Venti are so incredibly biased and based on myself but whatever

Venti is someone who places his value on his abilities, to care for his people, to keep up his bard’s legacy, to live up to Mondstadt's expectations. He is only as good as what he can give, and so Venti gives his all. His body in honor of the bard who never saw the blue sky, his voice to his children as he plays for them daily, his efforts in both encouraging the heroes into action and keeping up their spirits, and his time is given freely to anyone who seeks it from him. All of his actions are done by for the benefit of others and, maybe, to keep their eyes on him just a little longer.

He is also a character that I can very easily see myself in. A relationship early in life that defines how every other relationship is perceived, a shared grief of being other and alone from the people that used to be there, an imposter syndrome born from having expectations of great and mighty things and then struggling to meet those standards before tossing them for something that is met with little support, a strong sense of justice and free-will to the point of not understanding why certain things are allowed.

Venti is met with scorn and disapproval from most of the characters he's associated with, and whenever he is confronted by such, he flounders. This furthers his identity issues, as he doesn't seem to have lasting relationships on equal grounds, his most influential and positive relationships are with mortals. This relationships are unequal, with the power dynamic and lie that comes with God pretending to be Human. So, Venti is lonely. His relationship with Rex Lapis seems strained, neither of them regard the other particularly fondly but they aren't antagonistic. His relationship with Raiden Shogun is also distant, as they have fundamentally opposing views. He doesn't have friends that he can be emotionally vulnerable with. All his friends that he has been emotionally vulnerable with died after like fifty years. He's so mentally ill.

(It does not help that Hoyoverse cannot decide how they want him to be perceived by the fandom, as he is mocked and met with surprise whenever he is insightful in events but he is held in high regard and with kind understanding in the archon and story quests.)

So let's recap: we have self-worth issues, survivor's guilt, imposter syndrome, depression, and repressed/unprocessed emotions!!

Let's talk about his self-destructive habits. Venti is used as a comedic relief, except a handful of times when he is needed as Barbatos, the humor is found in his alcohol misuse. He is frequently seen intoxicated and looking for his next drink. I will not be going into detail about this as it's gen, but these implications are frequently seen in someone who is unhappy or uncomfortable with their present life, someone looking for an escape. He is a liar, a thief, unavailable, and hedonistic. All under the guise of freedom. I think that he truly believes that he is free in all his ways, and that he doesn't think that there's a better life simply because that life has never lasted for him. It's good for a few decades, and then his favorite human dies and he sleeps away his reopened wound of unprocessed grief. Which brings me to my second point, his frequent naps. Barbatos is known for sleeping for long periods of time, my best knowledge being his recent 500 year nap when he slept away the poisonous effects of Abyssal Magic from the corrupted dragon Durin. He is also known for napping for a long period of time after he reshaped Mondstadt's landscape and set his people free. I would diagnose him with sleeping to avoid confronting his emotional problems.

I see my own flawed coping mechanisms in the way that Venti represses his grief and loneliness, acting like a friend to all without opening up to one. I recognize his patterns of isolation and depression in the way he either makes himself busy or scarce depending on the day. He is wise, and capable of hard conversations and even harder decisions, but he is also afraid of the consequences of his actions. I see myself in the way he is willing to take on difficult and overwhelming responsibilities, but fail to do it correctly alone, as he did with Dvalin's purification in the beginning. 

He is very important to me, and I hope that he is treated kindly as the game continues.

#venti #venti genshin impact #genshin impact lore #genshin impact #lily's rambles #character analysis

[chinchillinator]

Alright listen up

This is not about who came first, who wrote the script, who has the most cultural impact. THIS IS ABOUT SUN AND MOON ICONOGRAPHY AND SYMBOLISM.

You can say “Vote Spirk because of the long history behind them, they’re the OG” just like I can say “Vote Duke/Cass because they’re both people of color and we need to support representation in media.” Both of these statements are true but they are not relevant.

This poll is about who best represents a sun/moon pairing and the answer is Duke/Cass.

The obvious first reason they represent a sun/moon dynamic is their role in the Batfamily. Duke is the first and only daylight protector in the family while Cass still remains on the night watch. Working in the sunlight vs working in the moonlight.

Next, we have Duke’s powers and Cass’s lack thereof. Not only opposites in terms of meta vs non-meta. But Duke’s powers specifically deal with the absorption, redistribution, and manipulation of light. He is literally a little sun all to himself. While Cass works entirely in the silence of the night. One of her monikers is Black Bat and is known for being one of the most stealthy and quiet members of the Batfamily, literally fading into the shadows, completely unseen.

Now, if you want to get metaphorical, we can talk about their history with within the Batfamily. Cass has a long and varied history with the family, not all of it as a protector of Gotham. For a period of time, Cass led the League of Assassins, a regular rival of the Batfamily. Prior to that, she had been working with the Bats helping to keep Gotham safe, and following her stint as the leader of the League of Assassins, she was again brought back into the fold as a member of the Batfamily. Like the moon, Cass comes and goes, her presence within the family waxing and waning and the good work she does fading in and out. Meanwhile, Duke has always worked for the protection of Gotham, alongside other factions of the Batfamily and the symbol of Robin. Like the sun, his presence is a reliable constant.

They are two sides of the same coin, symbiotic in partnership with the Batfamily. Working in tandem, sometimes in different ways, different hours of the day, different places, but always returning to each other. They are the sun and the moon, opposite sources of light and protection for Gotham city, invariably different, but invariably the same.

#snm poll #sun n moon showdown #vote Duke/Cass for the sun n moon poll #vote for the sun/moon dynamic not the cultural relevance #vote because theyre on theme not because theyre your favorite #vote because joe and nicky lost even after all the laid out proof of their sun/moon-ness #vote to not let the efforts of Duke/Cass fans like me be in vain #I AM NOT POSTING ABT MLB OPENING DAY BC I AM POSTING ABT THAT #AND MOST OF YOU DONT KNOW ME BUT THAT IS A BIG DEAL #THE METS ARE STARTING STRONG AND I DONT WANT TO GET MY HOPES UP BUT SERIOUSLY THEY DID SO GOOD OUT THERE #MY BOYS WON AND IM NOT EVEN BEING ANNOYING ABT IT #well. now I am but whatever.