#if anyone of you goes to get your second dose

[ken-dom]

Everything Looks Better When The Sun Goes Down

Driver x afab!reader

3k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Getaways usually come with a strong dose of adrenaline. He can usually deal with it himself, but this time a far more thrilling prospect presents itself.

∘₊✧ Authors notes: I wrote this well over a month ago, and finally decided to dust it off and post, with encouragement from K, with whom the Driver conversation is never-ending and delicious! I would advise caution because he's kinda creepy in this one (compared to how I’ve written him before). Title from Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, dubious consent, masturbation, fingering, sex, glove kink, kissing kink, just a dash of sneaky, creepy, stalker-y Driver

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Driver’s leather-covered fingers tightened with a creak of resistance against the steering wheel. He might know the roads like the back of his hand, but being the getaway driver comes with the occupational hazard of not actually being able to control what your chasers will do, no matter how clever and thorough your plan.

Even if you’ve seen every trick in the book. Even if you have something of a sixth sense for predicting their movements.

Surprises can’t always be avoided, and tonight he was doing his best to get out of a surprise.

This had been just a touch more complicated to plot than his usual getaway routine. Locations hadn’t been quite as simple to pin down so timings would be off and he couldn’t have that. The only alternative was to alter his default plan of action only very slightly, yet the risks, apparently, tripled.

Or maybe Driver had just been unlucky.

He had kicked out the two masked men he had been hired to drive, easily getting rid of them en route as part of the plan, sticking to time down to the second, and then embarking on the more unusual part two, which simply required Driver to get himself away and hide the car somewhere different to where he’d hidden them. The route was meticulously added to his map, the hiding spots checked, double and triple checked, ahead of time.

Yet, despite the police radio suggesting they’d lost sight of tonight’s unassuming car of choice, the cops had picked back up, hot on Driver’s trail the moment he pulled back out onto the main streets.

He didn’t bat an eyelid at first. He knew what he was doing, after all; this wasn’t his first car chase by a long stretch. If he wanted to ‘wing it,’ he could. Easily. But he would never. He would simply go about the bulletproof backup plan designed for the event that this unlikely situation would come to fruition. All was fine.

Except that he really couldn’t seem to shake them. Every move he made, it was as though they’d read his mind and were one step ahead. It wouldn’t have been possible, but it was as if they somehow seen his detailed maps. They were only for his eyes though, and if anyone ever did see them… well. He would have to make it so that they remained only for his eyes.

Whatever was going on here, it seemed almost like someone was out to get him personally. His jaw clenched at the thought and his heart began to slam against his chest, breathing fast and ragged.

He tried to refocus. On the road, on the soft interior of his jacket against his arms. On the toothpick almost chewed in two between his teeth.

There were limited options at this point, and he was running out of ideas, running out of streets to slip down before they could predict his next action.

Driver firmly reminded himself to stick to the facts and ignore his physical response. He was still ahead. Just. 

Actually, he was nearing your house. Oh…

No.

He shouldn’t distract himself, but it was hard not to notice that he’d pulled onto your street almost by muscle memory alone and he wondered if you’d see him, followed by that one police car that he was sure would soon be two, then three, sirens blazing.

It was darker down here. Residential, with parked cars dotted up and down the road, canopied with large leafy trees that blocked out the moonlight, too. So he killed his headlights and slowed down to avoid attracting any additional unwanted attention.

His ears pricked up as the discussion on the radio started up again in place of relaying the names of the streets they were chasing him down; they’d lost him again.

Just like last time they lost him. But they had found him as soon as he resurfaced, and he couldn’t sit out here on your street all night in plain view, no matter how unsuspecting the car may look to your neighbours.

A little blue Honda rattled by and he flinched.

Come on. Get a grip, he scolded himself.

His head began to pound.

He needed to find somewhere new to hide the car properly, and hide himself while he was at it. Fast. Somewhere he could stay for long enough that they’d really give up this time.

Another thought struck him and he blinked hard. He had to regain some self control. But your house was approaching on the right.

He couldn’t. Could he? 

His eyes scanned the street. There were no other Hondas. No other moving vehicles. He couldn’t see anyone peering out of their windows into the dark street. 

Then he found the end of your driveway, visible in the near distance. Your garage door was up. No car. You were out. Perfect.

No. He couldn’t.

Fuck. He was going to have to. 

Besides, if anything did come of this, he could keep you safe. He was sure of that. No harm would ever come to you on his watch. Ever.

He slowly pulled onto your driveway and rolled the car to a gentle stop inside the garage, winding down the driver side window to punch the button on the wall that controlled the garage door. With a low hum and a light clicking, it swung down and locked into place with a soft clunk.

Complete darkness. The purr of the engine. And then, the crackle of the police radio.

Driver tensed, every bit of focus honed in on the voices coming through the small device.

With a note of three identifiable items: the car colour, model and number plate (two of which could easily be altered), and a reminder of where it was last seen (the next street along from this one), they’d officially given up the chase.

He relaxed into his seat, slumping down and stretching his long legs as far as they could lengthen in the confinement of the footwell, spreading his knees and dropping his head back against the headrest.

He would need to stay here for now, but that was manageable.

He killed the engine, trying to force his breath even and steady himself before he got out. 

Although it had been tough, now it was over, he couldn’t deny that it had been exciting. There was rarely a time it wasn’t.

He felt a stirring in his core, the familiar thrill that ran through his trembling body every time he got away, high on adrenaline and filled with self satisfaction.

And he did get away. Every time. But this time? It had been a closer call than any he could remember and he was shaking, excitement coursing through his veins, sending all his blood south to throb between his spread thighs.

He chuckled, smirking and dropping his hands to his lap from where they were still bracing, tight storing the steering wheel. His breath caught in his throat as one palm slowly teased higher up his thigh.

It was becoming painful to sit here in these too-tight jeans, the denim rough against his leaking cock, and he hissed as he dragged his palm over the thrumming bulge that had formed inside them the moment he knew he was safe.

He felt a particularly thick drop of precum leak from his tip, gasping at the short lived relief his wandering hand had provided, gloved fingers now flying to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans and free his aching length, all patience out the window. It didn’t matter how long it took. He just needed the release.

But as the first button popped undone, his ears pricked up at the unmistakable sound of tires rolling onto your driveway behind that garage door. He froze, heart racing, cock twitching, every sense heightened almost painfully.

He relaxed when he heard your car door slam shut, the sound of your shoes on the gravel. He’d know those sounds anywhere. He knew all the sounds you made – he’d studied you enough – and had an entire catalogue of them stored away safely in the back of his mind.

Hastily, he reached for the radio and flipped the switch back on. Nothing. Nothing about him, anyway. Nothing about you. You were safe even with him locked away inside your garage.

He heard your keys jingling against the lock of your front door, knowing you were inside once it had clicked shut and the jingle was muffled.

He breathed a long, shaky sigh of relief.

Seconds later, his personal cell buzzed from inside his jacket pocket.

One hand resting still against the denim covering his aching hard on, he fished his phone out and unlocked it, absentmindedly rubbing his fingertips over his length and whimpering when he saw your name on the screen above the message you’d sent.

‘Hey, babe… you up?’

Another thick pearl of precum.

Fuck. He could hide in here all night, sexting with you from just the next room, or…

He didn’t bother fastening up his belt or that one button he’d opened when he swung the car door open and jumped out, biting back a moan at the friction of his jeans settling, slightly looser and more comfortable, against his cock as he stood.

He knew where you kept your spare key, and the combination on the safety box that kept it hidden, so he retrieved it and let himself in through the internal garage door that led to your kitchen.

Driver was silent. Barely a sound as he crept through the house, knowing every floorboard and the placement of every piece of furniture down to the millimetre.

The house was dark, which made it easy for him. You’d only switched on one lamp since you returned; the one in the hallway where you still stood, hanging up your jacket and waiting for him to reply.

Your phone laid unlocked on the sideboard, opened to the message you’d sent him as you slipped off your shoes, eagerly awaiting his reply. 

‘Come on,’ you breathed needily at your screen, ‘start typing!’ — and Driver swallowed hard.

He stuck to the shadows as he watched you, from the kitchen doorway, careful not to let his breathing turn too heavy, and certainly not above stroking himself over his jeans a couple of times just for the thrill of it.

You threw your shoes in the cupboard and picked up your phone again, checking to see if he was typing yet, and upon seeing that he wasn’t even online right now, you heaved a disappointed breath.

He might not have typed a reply, but he was ready to answer you.

‘I’m up,’ he breathed, hot against the back of your neck and you jumped, but his arms wrapped tight around yours, keeping you from fighting back, and he pulled you close as he breathed you in.

The still-gloved fingers of one of his hands hand toyed with the neckline of your shirt, ghosting around your throat as the other thrust unceremoniously into your jeans and dragged through your folds.

Even with his gloves on, he could tell you were already soaked.

It took you a terrifying moment, but your instinctual fear subsided, quickly replaced with burning arousal when you felt his cock pressing into your back, smelled his familiar scent, felt his glove teasing at your throat.

‘You are up,’ you sighed, reaching behind yourself to snake a hand between your flush bodies and drag your palm over his length in time with the fingers so precisely massaging your clit, and you moaned. Loud.

Driver’s knees felt like they might give out.

‘Mmmh-’ he hummed into your ear, ‘s-stop- fuck-’

You grinned, smug as ever about how easy he was to unravel, and at the wet patch you’d felt seeping through his thick jeans.

Despite the heat rapidly pooling at your core, you didn’t think on it for long, because any coherent thought was immediately pushed out of your mind when his hands left your core and throat, instead gripping your shoulders and spinning you to face him, slamming you back against the wall, his lips crashing onto yours with bruising force.

He pushed a thigh between your legs, pressing firmly against your heat and you moaned, muffled by his mouth as his tongue dragged hungrily against yours. Driver was always such a needy kisser, so passionate and intense and it made your head spin. But this was something else. 

You gripped him hard, moaning and writhing against him, and he shuddered at your reaction, whining against your lips before fully pulling away to focus on freeing his cock.

Slightly dizzy, you removed your own trousers as fast as you could, hooking a leg around his waist as he shoved his wet jeans down and pushed forward, lifting you in his strong arms to help you clamp your other leg around his waist.

His eyes slid closed as he felt your slick against his cock, trying with all his might not to spill his release before he’d fucked you. The adrenaline was still so fresh, spurred on by breaking in and sneaking up on you, that he could hear his blood pumping in his ears. He felt almost invincible; but he knew that with just one eager and misguided move he would cum, ending it all too soon.

No. He needed to feel you around him. Feel you clench with need. Hear you scream. Fill you up.

He closed his eyes to refocus.

Now you were pinned between him and the wall, he slipped a hand down to guide himself to your entrance, a simultaneous relieved groan from both of you echoing around your entrance hall as he slid himself inside.

He stilled for a moment, composing himself, forehead pressed to yours because he knew that a kiss, even a soft and tender exchange, would break him.

He also knew that right now, one thrust and it would be over for him, so he moved his fingers up, massaging your clit in slow, precise circles, as though this was all designed purely to give you time to adjust.

Your head dropped back and you squirmed, trying to fuck yourself on him as his fingers sent wave after wave of shuddering bliss through your body. The angle was delicious, but balanced around his waist you couldn’t move enough to get what you needed.

‘Please,’ you begged, ‘fuck me- please-’

Driver growled, low and dark, against your throat. He could never resist giving you exactly what you wanted, and he could feel your walls tightening around him already. A low groan tore from his throat. You were close too. 

Sicko, he thought. Like it when I break in and sneak up behind you? Shove a hand in your pants to try and get you off before you even realise it’s me?

Keeping his fingers against your throbbing bundle of nerves, he fucked you alright. Hard and fast and unrelenting, hips snapping frantically as he whimpered and gasped weakly into the thick air filling the inch between your mouths.

It was too late to stop his orgasm approaching. He’d been simmering for too long, and the way you’d kissed him, the way you’d begged him, the way you got wet just from him acting like a creep… his head was spinning.

The way he was fucking you, unceasing and intense, had you clawing at his jacket, wishing he’d taken it off so you could feel more of him, but there was no time. You pushed your fingers up to slide through his soft, neat hair instead, and he shuddered against you, biting down on his bottom lip. His blood boiled.

Fuck it. He smashed his lips back onto yours, tears pricking his eyes.

He finally spilled inside you, cock pulsing through his release. He squeezed his eyes shut, painfully aware you hadn’t cum yet, but his fingers on your clit hadn’t ceased, and as his cock began to soften, sensitive with aftershocks, he felt you clench tight around him. Your fingertips scraped against his scalp and your legs tightened around his waist and you cried out, loud and strangled, bucking your hips wildly as you chased your release.

Driver’s eyes welled with the tears he couldn’t bite back, dropping onto your shirt.

As you came down from your high, you stroked his hair back into place and slipped down from your position, standing on wobbly legs, head spinning, and Driver propped himself up with an arm against the wall, caging you in.

Your palm grazed his cheek, a tender thumb wiping his tears away.

He leant into your touch, eyes closed and breath slowing all the while.

‘So it was you who closed my garage door?’ you whispered, and he nodded against your palm. ‘Naughty boy,’ you added, teasing.

He looked up at you through the most stunning, sparkling, wet eyes and you knew you’d never stay mad for long – especially not when he fucked you so good and unravelled for you so easily.

‘Been on a job, baby?’ you cooed.

He nodded against your palm again.

‘Gonna jerk off in my garage until I arrived home and ruined the moment?’

Driver stiffened, eyes wide as he considered you, awed at the way you understood how his mind worked. Against his better judgement, he nodded, slowly.

‘Filthy boy,’ you added with a playful smirk. ‘Glad you found me instead, though.’

‘Yeah?’ he managed, weak and quiet, voice cracking.

‘Yeah. I fucking love it when you try so hard not to cum right away.’

His brow furrowed, but you hooked your fingers under his chin and lifted his gaze back to you, softly pressing your lips to his once again.

He whimpered, feeling weak, but he needed this more than anything after the rush. He was crashing, fast and needed comfort. Safety.

‘Wanna get into bed and make out until we fall asleep?’

Driver’s heart skipped, and he nodded again. It wasn’t always a bad thing to feel like someone was reading his mind.

#not s f w 💀 #driver x reader #driver smut #drive 2011 #drive (2011) #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling #drive fic #driver x reader fic #drive smut #driver x you #driver x y/n #driver x reader smut #ryan gosling x y/n #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling fic #ryan gosling smut #ken-dom writes

[zhivaoverdrive]

Used to be huge, pt10

This Metabol-x, it's... your body is going to keep nearly all of the calories we put into it. They didn't design it for greedy girls who've been stretching their belly out for weeks with mentos, did they? - Ayu ---

"Oh my god, I've never been this hungry before!" exclaimed Hitomi, the second she placed her final plate back on the table.

She had just finished polishing off what would have been a giant breakfast for anyone else. Even by her own lofty standards of late, that was a lot of food. Not only the multiple breakfasts that Ayu had brought, but the delivery too...

Ayu watched from across the table, feeling the familiar blend of excitement and trepidation that seemed to strike her on a big day.

"Impressive.. how do you feel?" she asked, eyes glued to Hitomi's rapidly expanding midsection.

"Famished! Didn't make a dent. Feels like I could keep going all day! This stuff is AMAZING" beamed Hitomi. And she wasn't joking. It may have only been her second day on the Metabol-x, but the intense pangs of hunger had done nothing but increase so far. For Hitomi, this was heaven.

However, Ayu wasn't so sure. She'd read the poorly translated usage guidelines of the Metabol-x, but Hitomi seemed to be an exceptional case. Hitomi had received a double dose, they didnt mess around at the IEC after all...

"That will have to do for now Hitomi... we have to take this slowly, remember?" Ayu said carefully, her eyes still on the protruding sphere of fat that was her patient's belly.

"But-" Hitomi began.

"I've already told you, and then let you order anyway! You're going to get me in so much trouble" said Ayu, cutting her off. "This Metabol-x, it's serious stuff. I'm supposed to be counting every calorie that goes in!" Ayu continued under her breath.

"And? I love a high score" replied Hitomi.

"I can't count them if you keep cheating! This breakfast I brought you was half a day's requirement, 1800 calories" said Ayu. "Plus whatever was in your order. Not to speak of the calorie drip!".

"But it barely feels like anything!" sulked Hitomi, who at this very moment wanted nothing more than to start the whole stuffing again, from the top. "I just want to keep pushing and grow into my tits! I don't want to slow down now! And It's not like the drip was my idea anyway. Doesn't even work" she pouted.

"Hitomi... it... definitely works. Look at yourself! "I want to push as much as you, but besides me getting in trouble, this is serious shit! This Metabol-x, it's... your body is going to keep nearly all of the calories we put into it. They didn't design it for greedy girls who've been stretching their belly out for weeks with mentos, did they? We just need to start a bit slower, ok?" replied Ayu carefully. While she had meant every bit of it, the concern she felt turned into excitement the moment she heard own words.

"Can I at least have some of my Cola and candy?" groaned Hitomi, putting on her cutest face. "Just to tide me over until lunch. Pleaseeeeee? I NEED to feel full!"

Ayu walked over and removed some of the BOX of Cola that Hitomi had brought in her luggage. Looking closer at the nutrition sticker, the excitement had now completely eclipsed the concern.

"These things are full of sugar Hitomi! It's still calories. Shitloads of them. "You can have... one bottle. Maybe two. Just until lunch." Ayu said.

"Pass my handbag, candies are in there" winked Hitomi.

Soon as the bag was in her hands, Hitomi pulled out 4 rolls of Mentos and began haphazardly throwing them in her mouth.

"Hitomi... is that a lot-" Ayu protested, knowing she was going along with it anyway.

"Nope. Not for a greedy girl who's been stretching her belly out" Hitomi laughed. She'd had a tiny bit more than this before. On an empty stomach. "But this greedy girl is all tired out, and the 2l bottles are heavy..." "Will you feed it to me Ayu?"

#breastexpansion #breastimplants #saline #silicone #expanderimplants #weightgain #bellystuffing

[marvelnatasha12346]

Morning Cuddles

Soft Natasha

Natasha x Female Reader

summary You and Nat have a snuggle party with your kids in the morning.

The alarm goes off. Nat turns off the alarm. “Baby it’s time to get up,” she whispers. “Ugh no five more minutes,” you say not wanting to get out of your warm bed. “Ok fine five more minutes,” Nat says. You hear little footsteps coming, “Never mind about the five more minutes.”you say. “Good morning mommy and mama,” Natalie your youngest says holding her arms up. You oblige and kiss her head.

Natalie snuggles into you. “Hi Andy how did you sleep bud?” you ask your second youngest well Nat helps him on the bed. “Me tired mommy,” he says. “Me too bud,” you say. “How did you two sleep?” my wife asks our two oldests. “Good I guess but Natalie woke me up. I wanted more sleep,” complains Ali our oldest getting in between the two of us. “Well she’s like mama a morning person,” you say with a laugh. “I slept ok but Natalie woke me up too unfortunately,” our second oldest Nick says sitting in between you and Ali. “Natalie please don’t wake up your brother and sister next time baby,” you say. Natalie crawls over everyone and gets to Nat. Andy dose the same and gets on your lap and cuddles with you. “But mama woke you up I just wanted to wake up Ali and Nick so we could start our day. Mama says early birds gets the worm I forgot what that means but it sounds disgusting,” Natalie says proudly. “It means early people get a better chance to get what they want to get done today,” Nat explains.

“Really mama so that’s why Taila woke us up because she is copying you,” Ali says annoyed. “Well what can I say Taila likes to copy everything I do. Isn’t that right princess,” Nat says tickling Taila. “Mama stop please,” Taila says between fits of laughter. You just sit there watching this moment between Nat and Taila with love. “Nope not going to baby. Anyone want to help me tickle this little monster?” Nat asks. Ali and Nick start tickling her as well soon enough every kid joins in. “Mommy help me please,” Taila begs. You scoop Taila up stopping the onslaught of tickle attacks. “Thanks mommy you’re the best,” she says catching her breath. “I feel hurt that you think mommy’s the best,” Nat says putting a hand over chest and fake crying. “Don’t cry mama I’m sorry you’re the best too,” Taila says. She crawls over to Nat and wipes her tears away kissing her head. You have to keep a hand over your mouth to keep from awwing at the sight in front of you. “Oh I’m ok baby girl. Your mommy’s the best though I have to agree,” Nat says. Andy whines wanting attention. You pick him up snuggling him. You try to put your arm over Ali, “Mom I’m to old for cuddles,” she says. “Oh ok sorry you want cuddle with me Nick?” you ask. “No thanks mom im too old to cuddle with you and mama sorry,” he says. “Ok if you guys still want to cuddle me and mama will be waiting,” you say. “Why no cuddles with me and mommy,” Andy asks curious. “Because bud they are getting older and think they don’t need cuddles so that means you , Talia, and mama get all my cuddles. “Yay me get all dhe cuddles,” Andy says. “No I do,” Taila argues. “I do I’m older,” Ali says snuggling into her mama’s side. “I thought you were too old for cuddles mалышка (little girl),” Nat says with a smirk. “Yeah ok but I like your cuddles mama,” she says. Nick cuddle up with you. “I guess you aren’t too old to get a cuddle from your parents huh,” you say. “No I guess not,” Nick says cuddling closer to you. This is how you like to spend your weekend mornings cuddling with your family. You and Nat wouldn’t trade moments like these for the world.

#natasha x you #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #black widow x reader

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 14th April ✨

Oh my god, the audio sure did drama this week!!  

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E7.5) HOW did none of us put this together sooner?! Oh my god, what an absolutely INCREDIBLE little twist. I love the undercurrent of hopeful resilience in Tell No Tales (Leo is going to get with the programme really soon 🤞) and I am screaming, crying and throwing up imagining the end of season reunion 😭 HOWEVER, don’t think I missed for a second that Riley is asking for another packet of painkillers . . . it would be so like him to think that 16 paracetamol is two doses of paracetamol but still! He needs to be okay!!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (147) hhhhh what a GOOD episode. There’s something different about the horror of season 4 that I want someone with a literature degree to talk to me about for hours. Can we please talk about how the murder victim had a treble clef carved into them . . . i.e. the symbol at the start of a piece of music. It’S SO CLEVER I love the intricate details of this show!!!!! And, can we also talk about how emotional I feel about Clem (namer of everything) is in love with Shelby (has a cat named Cat). There’s something in that which is giving me palpitations. 

🦀 @thesiltverses (39) You wouldn’t think one would be happy to have silt in their ears, but I am!! I’ve missed this story so much and I loved the twist in this episode. Carson has practically wrapped Shrue in a bow and handed them to Carpenter and Hayward. I can’t WAIT for that conversation. 

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (17) Oh this is so beautiful! Do humans do this with ice?? I think we should 1000% do this with ice! I don’t have voting privileges (yet 💸) but I think they should go easy on their foes in the snowball fight. I would love to see how adorably smug Óli is if allowed to win 🥺

🤴 Inco @itmeblog (S3E20-34) If anyone takes SAWA away from Nova again I am going to throw HANDS. I’ve always considered SAWA to be endearingly overbearing with her prompts to Nova but we got such a good glimpse of how vital she is in the library/archives and I love her 😭

♦️@grottopod (8) Grotto finale! I loved the music at the start of this episode and it was so satisfying to hear David get to express some of his frustrations. Season two sounds like it’s going to be wild. 

⚔️ @camlannpod (7) This episode KILLED me. Here are the quotes that made me scream: “GWEN: You can’t love the mental illness out of someone.”  (10/10, true, valid, hurts) “PERRY: Eat a dick, Kay.” (11/10 the crowd goes WILD) “RHIANNON: (calling to the group as they leave) Cousin. About your lover. You didn’t fail him. You just needed more time.” (1/10 OW?????? OW OW WHY? OW!!!!) “MORGAN: You’re just as bad as Arthur. Worse. At least he was honest about it.” (??/10 JAW ON THE FLOOR) I need this podcast forever 🥺

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (11) Oooh I liked this episode!! I love it when you’re left to fill in the blanks in a horror story - my mind is still whirring through so many awful scenarios. 

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XXXIV-XXXV) ah! I’ve accidentally caught up to Not Quite Dead! What will my Sunday afternoons look like now?? There were so many moments in these eps which made me laugh but I’m mostly just so in awe of how complex and real these characters are. Neige genuinely feels 10000 years old and shaped by the trauma of each of them. I need to check the release schedule because I cannot wait for more!! 

Have a good week of listening, everyone! 🌈

#audio drama sunday #tell no tales #hfth spoilers #tsv spoilers #travelling light #inco #tmagp spoilers #camlann #not quite dead #the grotto

[nobody7102]

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Yeah I fell victim to the Top Gun cast. I do plan on doing more than just Rooster content though.

Main Master-List

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Depending on how many rounds the two of you have done, if it’s 1 - 2 rounds then he’s absolutely the most attentive person ever. You want water? Snack? Towel? Bath? He’ll get it for you. Its its three or more, he’ll grab you a towel before plopping back down into bed with you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His abs, he knows he’s got a nice body and he doesn't like to boast about it, but he does take pride in it. So whenever you’re at the beach or just hanging out at The Hard Deck and you rack your eyes over him and stop a little longer on his abs, you better be ready for him to get cheeky with you about staring.

Now on you, this man loves your arms and your hands. He loves how he feels in your embrace, how you wrap your arms around him when he comes home, when you’re cuddling anywhere, or just when you’re out together. And he loves how your hands feel against his calloused ones, how they mold together when you do anything. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s been said before and I’ll say it again, Rooster has a breeding kink inside of you. There can be a condom or no condom just as long as its in you. A close second for his favorite spot is on your ass

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Whoever’s made him upset, sex on their desk.(Mostly in Maverick and Hangman’s offices). If Hangman pisses him off that day during a training exersise and he has an office, BOOM sex on Hangman’s desk and in his chair. Even though Rooster and Maverick have gotten over their differences, every once and a while Maverick dose something to Rooster that gets him in a mood. So for the next week: Sex in Mavericks office at Top Gun, and sex in his office at his airbase/home.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bradley has definitely been around the block. So he knows what he’s doing, I will say however I don’t think he’s that experienced in giving head. Anyone he’s been with is either a one night stand so it was just sex or were pilots and we all know how cocky they are with their abilities.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he loves the closeness of it and how you wrap your arms around him. Not to mention he loves being able to see your face, and kiss you whenever he pleases. 

Reverse cowgirl, he’s an ass man so being able to see you be dominant while still holding your hip and smacking your ass is his favorite thing.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It honestly depends on the type of day it’s been. If he comes home stresses, shuffling his feet and not talking, you do everything in your power to try and get him to smile and laugh, that includes during sex.

If it’s been a good day all around hell yeah, he’s making the two of you laugh the whole time. (He’ll make fun of you during foreplay: “Oh Rooster you’re so big, now I know why that’s your callsign” He laughs, raising his voice a few octaves. “I do not sound like that!” “You totally do”)

If it’s been a shit day all around and he wont talk at all, it all comes down to if he’s biting the inside of his cheeks, if he’s biting the inside of his cheeks then something pissesd him off and there's no laughing whatsoever. If he’s not biting his cheeks then you might get a smile out of him but that's it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

(We’ve all seen the picture of Miles, Glen and Jay) He’s not completely hairless, but he keeps it neat and trimmed up. Since his hair’s been bleached by the sun it's a little bit darker down there but not by much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No matter if its goofy sex, pissed off sex, stress releif sex, or even a quickey he always makes sure he’s with you in the moment. Before and after and during there’s kisses of passion, kisses on your shoulder, neck, jaw, and no matter what there’s always post-sex cuddles.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This man definitely jacks off. Not daily, I’d say like once or twice a week. Maybe more if he’s stationed somewhere and can’t be at home with you. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

(Like I said in ‘C’) Breeding kink, whether the two of you have talked about having a family doesn't matter. It’s just the pure idea to him, he loved his dad and his mom, and he’s always loved the idea of having a family (even if its just plants and/or animals) 

Choking, he learned this the first few times he went up in the air and lost his breath a bit due to the lack of atmosphere when flying. So he’d bring it up to you and ask if you could choke him, if you wanna be choked too he’s fine with it but he much prefers when he’s the one being choked. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

(As mentioned in ‘D’) In the offices of whoever pissed him off. Other than that, the two of you have a piano at home and let me tell you anytime he can get you on it, he’ll do it. At this point the piano’s been used so much that there’s an indent on the top of it that's almost the perfect shape of your ass (But you just cover it up with a potted plant)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything, this man has no chill. But what really get him is whenever you’re on base with his and he goes to show you his Jet and you run your hands along it as you admire the outside

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being restrained whether its you or himself. He loves your touch and he loved touching you, he wants to be hands on at all times. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Now just because I said he doesn’t have a lot of experience with it dosen’t mean he’s not good at it… well at first he wasn’t. Like mentioned in ‘E’ Bradley hasn’t had a lot of experience giving, so when he first went down on you, you better believe you stopped him and showed/told him how to do it properly(At least for you) you were the first person to ever tell him that he wasn’t all that he was cracked up to be and quite frankly he was eger to learn and improve his skills. 

When you give him head, man is gone. He’ll have his hands in your hair and just caress your cheek as you go down on him.

Its about 50/50, he’s down to give and receive. It’s whatever you’re in the mood for.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Bradley loves to take his time with you so you better believe he is slow and rough. He loves watching you fall apart and beg for him to go faster, and it wont be till you’re close that he’ll speed up. And when he’s angry or stressed, its just amplified.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind quickies, with his line of work he’ll take what he can get but like I said, Bradley is a man who likes to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely he loves risks, do you think he would chance getting caught banging on Hangman and Mavericks desks if he didn’t? He won’t do anything big on the base though, but outside of that he’s game for anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Bradley can go for a good few rounds, 3 at the least but again depending on the day he’s had, he could do 4 or 5 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any himself but if you have them then that’s great, more tools at his disposal. I also fully believe that this man will take you to the store to buy more. (The two of you have quite the collection)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If looks could kill, he’d be dead already from the amount of dirty looks you give him from when he teases you. It’s nothing major, it's the kind of teasing that leaves you longing for more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bradley is a grunter, and a soft moaner in general, he’s not super loud. The only time you can get more out of him than that is if you overstimulate him, but that’s something that only happens on special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If the two of you have ever been caught, man’s doesn’t stop, he’ll look over his shoulder at whoever’s caught you and say something like “We’re in the middle of something” or “Give me a few minutes” and just carry on his merry way. Poor Maverick has accidently walked in on you guys more times than you’d care to admit (He never catches you in his office however). 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man is fine. He’s toned everywhere, he’s around 7” and pretty average width and he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On average the two of you will probably go about 2 - 3 times a week, nothing supper crazy but just enough above average to keep the two of you satisfied.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Much like with his aftercare, 1 - 2 rounds he’ll wait to fall asleep till you do. 3 or more and he’s out first.

#top gun imagine #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #top gun #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #miles teller #miles teller x reader #miles teller top gun #miles teller imagine #reader insert #x reader

[crimeronan]

god i know i keep half-tongue-in-cheek saying that my dad is literally belos owlhouse but. i've apparently gotten a little desensitized to Just How Bad He Is (because i have ESCAPED, YAY) & so today has been a delightful adventure.

i wrote an AITA post from his POV about stuff that happened several years ago, bc i was curious about how bad he'd get dragged - i updated the timeline but the Only fact i changed was the reason for his Woes (i blamed COVID economic struggles, which actually makes him a Hero compared to the truth. the truth being so ugly i'm not gonna detail it here good god).

i kept it true to POV by only using things that he actually did say to me at the time about why he was doing the things that he was doing, & blocking out all the relevant info about why the wronged party (me) was so upset, & having him praise his daughter (me) and go "i love her so much :) she's so smart and independent and i would never hurt her :)", & having him half-assedly admit he might've sounded unreasonable/angry/malicious, in a way that was clearly supposed to earn Good Dad points for being so Willing To Admit Imperfections, despite a continued constant doubling-down refusal to answer questions about actual important shit or fix anything ever.

cannot emphasize enough that this was not a fictionalized/embellished/creative POV. the only points of fiction were 1) my dad did not write these things on reddit, he said them to me in real life word for word instead and 2) this happened many years ago, not like... yesterday.

anyway the thread blew up and the commenters were all so kind and genuinely worried for me (as in, the daughter) and offering so much help that i hopped on a diff account to be my past self so i could reassure people i'm okay & had a plan in motion for gettin' the hell outta dodge. because i felt REALLY BAD that they didn't know i..... did in fact get out. people were so nice it made me actually fucking cry jesus CHRIST. i had in fact perhaps forgotten that these things were all as bad and worrying as they were

now. this is all a very serious and harrowing-sounding prelude to the actual point of this post, which is. a bullet list of some of my FAVORITE FUCKING RESPONSES. revel in these with me i had so much fucking fun. i have taken DOZENS AND DOZENS of screenshots to peruse whenever i need a healthy dose of Perspective

here they r:

you are CARTOONISHLY EVIL?

HOLY ABUSE BATMAN

DO BETTER. RIGHT NOW.

did you even listen to yourself writing this. HOW

there's something seriously wrong with you. like on an intrinsic unfixable level

hey this happened to me too! my parent died and i had a party about it btw

your daughter is never going to speak to you again after this

(note from the future: yeah)

you're going to act confused and sad when she goes no-contact aren't you

(NOTE FROM THE FUTURE: HE SURE FUCKING IS)

i think you are creating your own problems and then getting mad at them. maybe instead you could not do that

is this ragebait. i can't imagine anyone this horrible actually existing

this isn't ragebait. i can tell this isn't ragebait because I Know This Kind Of Man So Intimately

you are the asshole on literally so many levels i'm going to write a 15 paragraph response line-by-line dissecting everything wrong with you

are you aware that you're lying or are you literally this incapable of 2 seconds of honest self-reflection

i need to donate to a gofundme for your daughter right now immediately

(note from the future: i am not going to scam people by pretending a long-done sitch is a current emergency on gofundme. have no fear.)

wow. okay i'm gonna go hug my mom and thank her for not being you

you are Actually Literally Empirically the Actual Literal Worst Parent who has Actually Literally Ever Existed

HOW FUCKING DARE YOU????

WHO DO YOU FUCKING THINK YOU ARE.

I AM A 57-YEAR-OLD MOM OF FOUR ADULT CHILDREN AND THE MERE THOUGHT OF DOING ANY OF THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE HERE MAKES ME PHYSICALLY NAUSEOUS

these vibes are so skeevy. leave her the fuck alone????

along with ASTONISHINGLY accurate inferences about exactly what was happening with the daughter (me) in all the missing missing reasons & like..... exactly how the situation was So Much More Ugly And Horrifying than an innocently confused i'm-so-well-intentioned dad-POV post would have you believe.

so. anyway. that was literally the most validating experience i've ever had in my entire life. i know i've said he's a bad guy before but i also always forget just how far beyond the pale he is. like wow that was. that was not a normal average human experience to have growing up huh.

IN CONCLUSION.

if you guys are ever wondering why i am the way that i am about, like........ anything....... everything....... whatever......

just remember.

i was raised by belos owlhouse.

#long post #you are allowed to laugh. this is very funny and i'm having a wonderful time healing so far away from him #CARTOONISHLY EVIL they said. the post wasn't even about any of the actual active abuse or trauma. yall. #cartoonishly evil. yeah. #when youre in the middle of something you stop noticing how bad it is after a while (see also: the current physical diseases) #but nobody will shock your system with a truth bomb like an angry mob of worried redditors. cartoonishly evil. GOD. #abuse ig #i dunno what other tags this needs. just roll in this moment with me.

[ontheshroom]

Angst then maybe fluff pregnant reader being there at the wrong time when jacks working and jack lashes out on her for a few days now and dose not notice reader had the final straw when he said some out of pocket shit and she goes to mama Maggie’s house for a few days to de stress and jack notice is and it hits him and feels bad

I just realized I changed this up a bit. I’m sorry 😭.

Be safe

Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Angst -> fluff

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It wasn’t often Jack had to make an appearance somewhere sketchy but it did happen. Even though you fully grew up around rough areas he promised he’d keep you away from anything like it again, that he can’t change your past but he could rebuild your future.

You didn’t mean to pop up on him unannounced either, you called and texted but he wasn’t answering. You just wanted to get your Apple Watch back that you’re sure he accidentally slipped on in a rush.

You push open the door to the radio station and walk until you find a worker.

“Hi, can you tell me where Jack Harlow is?” You ask her.

She looks at you and laughs.

“Jack isn’t taking any fans right now. Shouldn’t you be looking for your baby’s father instead?” She asks you.

You laugh at her and shake your head. You hold up your left hand and show her your ring.

“Actually I’m looking for my fiancé and my baby’s father. His name is Jack Harlow. Can you show me where he is?” You ask her.

Her mouth hangs agape for a second before she nods and begins walking toward the room he’s in.

“Thank you.” You tell her and walk into the room quietly.

Jack’s eyes go wide as Urban finishes packing up his bag.

“What are you doing here?” Jack asks quietly, pulling you closer to him.

“I think you accidentally took my watch with you.” You smile at him sweetly, pointing it out on his wrist.

“And you couldn’t wait two fucking hours to get it back?” He asks harshly.

Your face contorts into hurt at his rough attitude with you.

“Why are you being so mean to me?” You ask him.

“Because you’re acting like a child.” He crosses his arms.

“Right. Keep the watch, Jack.” You tell him before walking out of the room. He calls behind you but stops before he makes a scene. You get in your car and drive to Maggie’s knowing she told you she’d always have a home for you.

You knock on the door lightly, so light you’re not even sure anyone would hear. You decide it might just be a good idea to go back home. You’re about to turn around and leave before Maggie opens the door.

“Y/n, sweetie! How are you?” She asks embracing you in a much-needed hug.

You want to blame the pregnancy for this, but for some reason, you break out in tears.

“Oh, no. Come on in, you can tell me what’s going on.” She says, walking you into the living room and cuddling up with you on the couch.

“J-Jack accidentally took my watch so I just went to go get it back, you know. But he was doing a radio interview on 76th street and when I showed up he got really mad at me.” You cry.

“It’s okay. He wasn’t really mad. He just wants to keep you and the baby safe.” Maggie says, smoothing your hair down gently.

“I know, I just, I don’t know. I think the pregnancy is just stressing me out.” You admit your bottom lip wobbling.

“How about you just stay here for the night and breathe, relax? It’s okay to take a break, honey.” Maggie soothes.

“Okay.” You nod.

“Bryan is out on a trip with a couple of his friends so it’s just us too!” She cheers.

“I put some dinner in the oven a while ago, let’s go see if it’s done.” She smiles, holding her hand out.

By the time you and Maggie finished plating the food a knock sounds throughout the house from the front door.

“Will you go get that for me, love?” Maggie asks. You nod at her and move toward the door.

You open it to see a stressed-looking Jack. Your eyes drop to your feet.

“Hi, Jack.” You mumble.

“Don’t greet me like that, baby. I fucked up, I know. I’m so sorry I treated you like that. Seeing you there just put me in a protective position. I want you and the baby to be safe all the time and you know that part of town isn’t.” He says, lifting your chin so you’re looking at him.

“I know you just wanted to see me, but a lot of shit has gone down with rappers lately and I don’t want us to be the next victims of that, you know?” He asks, looking you in your eyes.

“I understand, Jack. But you shouldn’t talk to me like that. If your main concern was that I was there then you should’ve left with me and been nice to me, would’ve been quicker to be nice and leave with me than I leave alone after you disrespected me.” You explain to him.

“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry.” He apologizes.

“It’s okay.” You tell him, embracing him in a hug that accepts quickly.

“And I’m sorry to you too, daddy won’t be mean to mama anymore.” He says, talking to your belly.

You laugh and shake your head, walking into the house.

“Thank you for letting me know she’s here, mama,” Jack says to Maggie, pulling her into a hug.

“Maggie, you traitor.” You gasp.

“He would’ve ran around like a chicken with its head cut off if I didn’t let him know you’re safe.” She laughs.

“I set you out a plate, Jackie boy.” She tells Jack roughing up his hair.

“Thanks, mom.” He says to Maggie, sitting down next to you.

Jack smoothly grabs your hand and places the watch on your wrist, not saying anything before holding your hand with his and beginning to eat his food.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #dad!jack

[nanawritesit]

Obey Me Demon Bros if you watched Regular Show with them

Lucifer:

sympathizes with Benson bc he’s always yelling at his brothers like he yells at Mordecai and Rigby

accidentally starts adding “OR YOU’RE FIRED” at the end of every command

his favorite episode is probably the one where Benson gets demoted and starts acting like a slacker, bc he’s imagined what it’d be like if he quit all his responsibilities for a day

or the one where Pops forbids Benson from yelling at Mordecai and Rigby all day and he has a massive meltdown

gets inspired by Benson and makes everyone go to a “mandatory karaoke night” to boost morale around the HOL

would definitely risk his life just to get back his brothers’ stick hockey game like Benson did, despite what he might say

thinks it’s really funny when Benson’s gumballs turn red

“MC, does my face get that red when I yell at mammon?”

Mammon:

his favorite character is probably Rigby bc he’s always messing things up and getting punched

he’ll try to tell you he relates more to mordecai, but we all know who he is

although, he does simp for you in the way mordecai simps for margaret

but he also relates to C.J because he always feels like a second choice :(

also #1 Mordecai and C.J shipper

starts asking you to “do him a solid” every time he wants something

really likes the episode where rigby gets sick of mordecai making fun of him for not having his high school diploma and drinks a months worth of doses of smart juice to make him “more smarter” because the package “didn’t say not to”

starts doing burnouts in his car like Muscle Man does with the cart

also likes to do the “OOOOHHHHH” with the arm twirl

acts like the show is stupid at first but then binges the entire series with you

Leviathan:

likes any of the episodes with a video game plot

the one where the hammer character becomes real and fights them reminds him of his quirky games that launch you all into mayhem

also likes the episode where Mordecai gets jealous of Rigby for going on a date with Margaret and accidentally kills him

“that’s how i feel when Mammon talks to you MC”

roots for them when they have to fight that game store manager who sold them a shitty RPG for a refund

starts going “YAY-YUH” when he wins a video game

hi-five ghost is probably his favorite character bc he “looks cool”

probably likes Eileen too bc she’s awkward af flirting with Rigby, feels like her when he tries to be smooth with you

#1 Rigby and Eileen shipper

Satan:

says Benson reminds him of Lucifer, and refuses to admit that his own meltdowns are extremely similar

thinks it’s funny whenever Benson just walks away from everyone in disappointment

starts using Mordecai’s “how are you gonna do that with your third grade education” insult

writes down all the pranks they plan so he can try them on Lucifer

his favorite character is probably Skips bc he’s the wisest and always has some sort of mystical solution

laughs uncontrollably at Muscle Man crying in the shower over his girlfriend dumping him (Satan cries in the shower bc he doesn’t want anyone to see or hear him, no one can convince me otherwise)

favorite episode is probably the one where Rigby gets jealous of his brother Don bc everyone likes him better (he feels the same way ab Lucifer)

AND he really likes the one where Mordecai loses a bet and goes blonde (the brothers have definitely called him blondie before idc what anyone says)

Asmodeus:

#1 shipper of Mordecai and Margaret

shouts flirting tips at the screen while Mordecai fails to ask Margaret out

favorite episode is the one where Muscle Man quits the park and becomes a gut model

cries for like an hour over Skips’ backstory episode

also cheers for Muscle Man when he gets back together with Starla

likes the episode where they watch that british horror movie about a killer taxi and Rigby gets scared shitless, it reminds him of horror movie night

the party pete episode is another one of his favorites, he’s definitely gone a little too hard on the demonus and became him before

AND the one where Mordecai and Rigby get drunk at karaoke and talk shit ab everyone on stage (him and Mammon have definitely done something similar while clubbing)

Beelzebub:

loves the episode where Rigby won’t stop eating junk food and turns into a puddle of goo

and the one where they almost kill Skips just to get a free cake

probably relates to Skips the most bc he’s the biggest/ strongest

especially when Rigby cheats at arm wrestling and makes Skips have an entire identity crisis bc he doesn’t think he’s the strongest anymore

definitely tries Mordecai’s halloween costume where he had five “kids” with him to get extra candy

also probably likes Pops bc he’s the cinnamon roll of the group

starts calling bagels “whole wheat donuts”

unironically laughs at Muscle Man’s my mom jokes

also starts whipping his shirt off and swinging it around his head like Muscle Man does after his Fangol tournaments

Belphegor:

tries to sleep through the episodes but ends up getting really interested in the lore

totally relates with Rigby’s laziness

speaking of which, his favorite episode is the one where Rigby hires a temp to do all his work for him

he definitely tries to hire someone to go to school for him so he can sleep all day (Lucifer catches him after like two days though)

starts hamboning at Lucifer everytime he tries to yell at him

after Beel does Mordecai’s halloween trick, he’ll try Rigby’s, where he jumps out of the bushes dressed as an old timey robber and goes “GIMMIE CANDY LADY”

him and beel also do mordecai and rigby’s songs and dances

“DONT LOOK AT OUR CROTHES WHILE WE SYNCHRONIZE OUR WATCHES! BWOOP BWOOP BWOOP, BWOOP BWOOP BWOOP, BWOOP WOOP WOOP WOOOOO”

“GIVE US A RAISE LUCIFER”

beel: “i don’t mean to brag, i don’t mean to boast, but i got some hummus for these mini toasts!”

belphie: “HUUUUUMMUS!”

lucifer: “why are you guys yelling hummus.”

“NOT SETTIN UP THE CHAIRS NEXT TIME, NOT SETTIN UP THR CHAIRS NEXT TIME, UH!”

“CAUSE WE KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT SCARY MOVIES, AND YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT SCARY MOVIES-“

lucifer: “STOP SINGING OR YOU’RE FIRED”

#obey me x mc #obey me fluff #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #demon brothers #obey me brothers #obey me memes #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me writing #obey me funny

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 10

(Peter Steele)

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If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to (In order) - @l-anon-shitposts - @possessedxparrot - Unknown! (Tumblr is falsely crediting me.) - @ahalal-uralma - @the-library-under-the-stairs - @superblypleasanttraveler-blog - @l-anon-shitposts - @an9elsoft - @l-anon-shitposts (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

📝Note(s) - None.

⚠️Warning(s) - Unhealthy relationship scenarios.

🕸Firstly, What Kind Of Yandere Is Peter Steele?

• Peter is mostly a soft yandere, however he can be very dangerous if pushed to the edge.

• BUT that is NEVER directed to his darling, he would never physically hurt his sweet goddess darling.

• He will warship the very ground his darling walks upon, and he's not ashamed to show his devotion and adoration.

• Peter doesn't like manipulating his darling or lying to her, but he will if it is necessary, and he dose it very well.

• He will kill for his darling if necessary, but only if he deems that individual a serious threat.

• i.e. Any man (or even woman) that dares to try wooing his darling, or anyone that might threaten her life or general well-being.

• He will avoid killing any of his darlings friends or family, unless they actively try taking his darling away.

• In that case he can and will make it look like an accident, and he will get away with it.

• However this is rarely an issue, as Peter is very good at deceiving/manipulating people into liking him, and trusting him wholeheartedly.

🕸What happens When He First Sees You?

• The world practically freezes around him, and it's as if you and him are the only people in the world.

• Peter scowls when Josh nudges him, and begins teasing him for staring at you.

• He knew it was love at first sight, even though you didn't see him in that moment.

• Peter couldn't get you out of his head for the rest of the day.

• In those few fleeting moments that he watched you, he committed to memory every curve of your face, the way your hair flowed in the wind.

• Subconsciously he couldn't wait to see you again, and he knew he would, deep down he knew he'd see you again.

🕸 What happens When He Gets Obsessed?

• The second time he laid eyes on you, he was completely hooked.

• His obsession consumes him, and he doesn't fight it, if anything Peter embraces it.

• He stalks you for weeks, without ever once being noticed by you, your neighbors, or even coworkers.

• Peter admittedly felt a little bit guilty for stalking you, but his desire to observe you was to great.

• He finds himself sneaking pictures of you, and sometimes stealing things you accidentally leave behind.

• He respects a certain degree of your privacy, like when you forget to close your curtains before a shower, or when changing your clothes.

• Peter is a gentleman in this respect, and he'll turn away, once even closing your window, and curtains for you without being noticed.

🕸 What happens When You Finally Meet?

• Peter is a master at making people like him, his slightly bashful charm is far to endearing to be able to resist.

• He introduced himself after assisting you with a heavy object at the store, he "coincidentally" ran into you at.

• It was actually the first time he learned your name, and god it was perfect in every possible way, pure honey to his ears.

• When he managed to make you laugh, he was over the moon! He thought your name was beautiful, but that laugh, it nearly made his heart burst out of his chest.

• Coaxing your number from you was fairly easy for Peter, along with the promise of a wondrous first date.

• Later that evening he found himself drawing you in his sketchbook once more, except this time the portrait was much closer than any of the others.

• He knew that you loved him the way he loved you, even if you yourself were unaware of that fact. This was the truest of true love.

🕸 What happens When He Begins To Snap?

• It started the very moment you had to request a raincheck on your third date, in favor of assisting a colleague... A male colleague.

• His first fear was that he might lose you without even getting the chance to truly have you as his own.

• When you got home that evening, you were surprised to find Peter upset, and sitting against your front door.

• You of course offered for him to come inside, to which he accepted without a word. Making himself right at home, despite this being his first visit to your home, or so you thought.

• His anger practically emitted from him in waves, which made you a little nervous, but you suppressed that nervous bubble in your throat.

• When you tried to console him, he snapped at you in anger, convinced you had already betrayed him in some way.

• You convinced Peter that you had zero interest in your colleague, and that he had nothing to worry about, that he could trust you.

• And he believed you... He truly did... But there was no going back now... What if someone else tried to take you from him?

• He couldn't... No he wouldn't allow that under any circumstances.

• You are his darling, his goddess, his shinning light in this dark and cruel world, his very reason to live!

• And so Peter allowed that dark and dangerous part of him consume him entirely, just as he had allowed his initial obsession consume him.

🕸 What happens When He Inevitably Abducts You?

• He staged an abduction with some thugs he hired, and played the role of your savior. Later convincing you that you would only be safe if you moved in with him right away.

• Thanks to the trauma caused by the fake abduction, Peter was able to actually abduct you in a way that you would agree with.

• He couldn't stand the thought of hearing you scream and beg in fear to be let go, to plead with him to release you, or beg to know why he was doing this to you, to claim that he was betraying your trust, so this was his solution.

• Regardless of the fact that he was still betraying your trust, and manipulating you into trusting him with your very life.

• Peter is a master of lies and decent when necessary, so convincing you that this was the safest place for you was easy enough.

• But over time, you begin to notice strange things. And the closer Peter tries to get, the more the vail is pulled away from your eyes.

• It is to late now to escape him, his hooks are sunk in deep, and escape is no longer a possibility.

🕸How Much Freedom Does He Take Away From You?

• Nearly everything.

• You are not allowed to sleep anywhere but in his bed beside him.

• You are not allowed out of the house without him.

• You are not allowed to speak to anyone without his approval first.

• You are not allowed to tell anyone about what happened.

• You are not allowed to argue with him, it never ends well.

• You are not allowed to drink alcohol without him there to monitor you.

• You are not allowed any kind of drug or medicine without his approval.

• You are not allowed to talk about your past before him.

• You are not allowed to use any sort of knife, or have access to anything that could be a weapon. For your own safety of course.

• You are not allowed to watch anything Peter deems inappropriate. i.e. Anything with a sex scene.

• You are not allowed to get off without him or his approval to masterbate.

• You are not allowed to waste his seed, no matter where he finishes. But especially if it is within your womb.

• You are not allowed to do many things without Peter beside you, but with him, you are allowed many freedoms.

• He must be there to monitor you, or to experience everything with you, there is no ifs ands or buts in this regard.

🕸 What happens When He Finally Breaks Through Your Mental & Emotional Walls.

• It happened when you experienced a pregnancy "scare".

• You missed your period, and Peter knew it. He knows everything about you.

• When you admit to not being ready for a baby, Peter breaks down and practically falls to his knees before you.

• He begs and pleads with you to think of the baby, and how precious it shall be, how beautiful you shall be full with his child.

• He admits to wanting nothing more than to have children with you, and to have the chance to love you to death.

• The tears falling from his beautiful green eyes, and the precious words falling from his lips, you couldn't help but feel your heart ache for him.

• He saw it in your eyes, that sliver of sympathy for him, and he masterfully jumped on that opportunity.

• He groveled at your feet, and promised to give you the best life possible, to give you everything you could ever desire.

• He wedged his way into your heart, and pushed away any previous thoughts of the negativities you had experienced in this relationship.

• When the pregnancy turned out to be a false alarm, he continued to promise this things to you.

• And after that he insisted more often than not, to finish inside of you to ensure you would actually fall pregnant with his child.

• With every passing day he broke down those walls more and more, and made himself right at home within your heart.

🕸 What happens When You Finally Succumb To His Will?

• Some may call it Stockholm Syndrome, but Peter calls it true love.

• You truly succumb to him when you actually fall pregnant.

• And with every passing day of the whole pregnancy Peter falls deeper and deeper in love with you.

• And you with him.

• Every promise he made, he kept.

• You married a month before your due date, and moved to a bigger home.

• Peter wanted a proper fresh start, he had promised it after all.

• Plus he intends on having more than just one child with you, so a bigger home will be necessary.

• He writes music just for you, and plays them often for you and the baby.

• Peter also loves reading to them, especially when they're still in the womb, that way you couldn't slip away, and he could then read to you as well.

• You find yourself not missing your old life in no time, and being surrounded by Peter and the life you've made together, it was all you wanted in life now.

• And when his band really took off, and they began touring, Peter insisted you and the baby be with him.

• He needed your support after all, and needed to ensure that he could keep you safe.

• You live a false happily ever after with your dark lover, though you are blind to the toxicity of this relationship, you couldn't be happier.

#prefrences #preference #headcanon #extended #Peter steele #pete steele #type o negative #type o #Peter Steele imagine #peter steele x reader #Peter Steele headcanon #yandere Peter Steele #yandere Type O Negative #type o negative headcanon #yandere!Peter Steele #yandere!Type O Negative #yandere headcanons #yandere #petrus #petrus ratajczyk

[kandyrezi]

anonymous said: Hey howdy hey! Can I request some yandere headcanons of Emalf from okegom please? anonymous said: May I request Yandere! Emalf headcanons? Your writing is just so amazing! You are so talented! anonymous said: could I rq yandere emalf headcanons (sfw and/or nsfw)? tysm!

[ ♡ / ♢ ] Yandere!Emalf HCs; (+ nsfw.)

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» Emalf is a mixed baggage of obsessive, selfish - and to a somewhat milder degree - a sadistic yandere. This demon is really the dictionary definition of ‘persistent’ - his arrogance knows no bounds, you can ignore him and reject his advances all you want, he’ll just believe you’re playing hard to get. The more you keep at it, the likely is he to resort to threats of making sure you won’t be trying to run from him. His patience doesn’t run infinite, and he'll be more than just a bit brutal if he feels like it.

» Emalf is heavily dependent on your attention and affections, and he’s not exactly subtle about his intentions either; waiting for any opportunity he can come on to you when he’s sure there won’t be anyone to interrupt the two of you... and even if there was, he’ll wedge himself in the conversation between you and whoever is tryina' take his girl/guy's attention from him.

» Yeah, he acts like you're already dating, even when you're not.

» If he suspects anyone of trying to get a little too 'friendly' for his liking, or if someone's openly flirting with you "without any effin' shame", he’ll interrupt the little ‘chitchat’ between the two of you, just to sneak an arm between your waist and pull you closer to him a—telltale sign of making it clear you've got no interest in anyone besides him.

» He has no problem killing people for you - he most definitely will and won't try to hide it either - whether they just pose as nuisance for you - or for the more likely reason - anyone he considers a threat.

» (any remains of them get tossed over for Poemi to play with in one of the cells.)

» Emalf can’t keep himself from running his mouth; he’ll show off to you and brag about his strength, skills, his ultimate familiar, so on and so forth. C'mon, babe, did you see how weak those girls in the gray world were? Took 'em out one-on-four no problem.

» His persistence might wear you down with how enamored he is, yet luck has never been on his side when subject comes to romantic love. The first one ran away from the flame underworld to devil-knows-where whom he hasn't heard from since, the second one completely blew him off and then beat him up with her friends.

» ‘You know how the sayin' goes... third time’s the charm, eh?’ he thinks to himself with a dose of self-deprecating irony - except he doesn’t plan on doing much waiting around for something to happen this time. His capability for unrestrained cruelty should not be overlooked – he’s not afraid to get rough even if it’s someone he has an infatuation with.

» He wants you to like him back like he does, but even if you don't, he won't let you go. Once he finally has you (in his clutches), the obsessive tendencies ramp up and he becomes even worse than before. There's nothing holding him back from doing what he wants to you then.

⌜nsfw.⌟

» Emalf is rough and won't hold back with you—when you're pulled into his bed and he has his way with you, you’ll always be waking up the following day with mild bruises, bites, and scratches that draw blood. It’s his preferred way of permanently marking you as his. It’s usually worse when he's taking you away from whatever task you were busy with before, simply because he can’t contain his horny moods.

» He's not as kinky as you might have expected, he just has a really high sex drive, but he's willing to try just about anything at least once if you ask for it (he probably has a mild daddy/DDLG kink though, likely the only slightly freaky thing he's into).

» Fingering might not be a good idea, with how scaly and rough his hands are... unless you're into a little bit of pain on the receiving end. No matter how rough he is, he still has enough restraint to at least make sure you're okay afterwards.

» Remember Emalf being unable to keep his mouth shut? Yeah, it also applies when you're having sex.

» If he has no duties to attend to, or orders to fulfill, he will drag you back into his room at any possible opportunity—his stamina is almost never-ending; he can go for hours on end, at least once a day.

» He's normally the dominant one, but he does sometimes like the sight of you on top of him—he's into orgasm denial as well, both receiving and giving.

» The Flame Underworld may be humid all year around, but that doesn't mean he won't want to cuddle up together afterwards (he's needy as all hell, but you already know that), most of the time he'll just have you slumped on top of him, or him resting his head on your chest.

#mogeko #funamusea #yandere x reader #emalf (funamusea) #male yandere #the gray garden #okegom #deep-sea prisoner #yandere #obsessive yandere #ficlets #emalf was so popular in my inbox. might as well write something for him in that case

[tmnt-tychou]

Four Against One, Chapter One

So I've had people ask me about writing something like this, since I don't mind writing poly. Originally, the concept was a bunch of comedy shorts about Mona trying to date all four turtles at once and it goes about as well as you expect it to.

But then more ideas piled up and I kept changing the concept and the feel of the story. And I finally settled on this. Please keep in mind this is just a fun side project for me to explore this ridiculous idea. Do not take it seriously. I assure you, I am not taking it seriously. I'm just feeling this out and seeing where it goes.

This happens in Bayverse, in the same world as "When Leo Met Mona" only in this version, Leo did NOT meet Mona. At least, not at that time. They don't meet her until after she is mutated.

So...enjoy if you're into this sort of thing. If not, feel free to skip. As I said, this is not a project I'm taking too seriously and I will not be hurt if this isn't for you.

Also, while this chapter is clean-ish, this will eventually be an M-rated fic.

*****

The four brothers walked carefully through the rubble. Police offers were everywhere, the blue and red lights from their cars lit up the night behind them. The turtles were escorted through the building—once an ordinary lobby, now completely in shambles. Equipment had been thrown to the side, doors ripped off their hinges. Blood was smeared on the floors and walls.

This was the second time ever the New York police department had called on the turtles for help. But this time, they had no idea what they were in for. And the further they walked into the building, the more they felt like they were in over their heads.

And officer escorted them through a door in the back that led down a flight of narrow, concrete stairs to reveal an entire sub basement below the office building. Down below, it was far worse. Everything was trashed, smashed, smeared in blood. Bodies lay strewn about. Pieces of human bodies and hulking forms of...something else. Something reptilian.

“Dude, that...are those...mutants?” Michelangelo whispered harshly. There were several. Lizard-like creatures, far bigger than the turtles, laying dead with throats and bellies slashed open. Some partially eaten. Human and mutant bodies alike were everywhere. The smell of death was already beginning to rise.

Police Chief Rebecca Vincent stood among it all, the only thing orderly in all the chaos. As the turtles approached, she gestured to the nightmare around her as if they would have answers for her. But all any of them had were questions.

“What happened here?” Leonardo asked in a low tone.

The chief huffed. “That's what we're trying to figure out. This was some sort of secret lab where they were mutating animals into giant creatures for God only knows how long. Tonight, something happened. Several of these animals got out. We're still trying to piece together what happened. But we're already getting calls about monsters loose in the city. A good portion of them, it turns out, fled into the sewers.” Raphael growled. “No, of course. Of course they went into the sewers. Where we live.”

“Your home turf,” Chief Vincent agreed. “We were hoping you would help us locate them before they hurt anyone.”

“Locate them and then what?” Donatello asked. “What do you want us to do with them?”

Vincent shook her head, obviously overwhelmed with it all. Everyone was still trying to wrap their heads around this absolute madhouse of a crime scene.

“Dr. Falco, the man responsible for all of this, managed to survive. He's insisting we take them all alive.” She held up a black duffel bag. “In here are supposed doses of mutagen. He said this will push them through to the second phase. It will make them smaller, more manageable. In theory, it will increase their intelligence. Even, he insisted, allow them to learn how to speak. It was like he was trying to make mutants just like the four of you.”

The brothers looked at each other.

“So you want us to mutate them and bring them back to you?” Leonardo asked carefully.

Vincent handed him the bag of mutagen. “At this point, I honestly don't know. Do what you can. If you can bring them back alive, then we'll figure out what to do with them. If you can't...maybe it would be better for everyone in this city if you killed them all.”

Four Against One

Chapter One: Animal Instincts

Mona tossed and turned in bed, finding she couldn't sleep. It was unusual to have this problem down in the sewer. It was so dark and quiet at night. It was like sleeping with the weight of the whole city like a thick, warm blanket on top of her. It never took long before she was out.

But tonight, she just couldn't do it. Something about her body was keeping her active, making her muscles restless and her mind spinning. It was maddening. After a good three hours of flopping from side to side, Mona pulled herself up with a huff. It felt like she wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon. Might as well get up.

It was dead silent. Dark and dormant with a few lights stationed here and there for anyone who needed to see where they were going in the otherwise pitch black lair. The idea was to wander in some of the main rooms for a bit until she got sleepy, but light from deeper in the lair caught her attention. Someone else was awake.

The light was coming from Donatello's workshop. Of course, if anyone else was awake, it would be him. He was a self-professed insomniac and liked to keep odd hours whenever he was pulled into another project.

Mona approached the open entrance way and leaned on the frame. A barely audible true crime podcast played from the phone on the table. Donatello fiddled with a piece of rusty machinery as he tried to take it apart. She watched him for a moment, enjoying the quiet zen of seeing him work. He always gave out such a calm energy. She hoped being in the wake of his aura for a while would lull her enough to go back to bed.

Yet, as he worked, she found herself more energized as she watched the muscles of his arms. The flex of his biceps as he tried to pry one stubborn piece from the other. It made her restless all over again and she could no longer hold still. Her legs moved, carrying her in further.

“Hey, Donatello,” she greeted.

He paused and looked at her curiously. “Uh, hey. Can I help you with something?”

She sat herself in the extra chair that floated around his workshop. “I can't sleep. I was hoping I could stay up with you for a while. Unless it's a bother. You can kick me out if you need to.”

He gave her a calculating look. Not the first one she had received from him in the nearly three months she had known him. It was like he was trying to learn her; figure her out.

She was trying to learn them all, too. These four mutant turtles with their mutant rat father that had been living down in the sewers undiscovered for over twenty years now. She, too, had no idea of their existence until they had saved her from a monstrous mutation that, in her opinion, was a fate worse than death.

Her current situation was better than being a hulking beast lurking in the sewers, but it still wasn't ideal. Born human, she was now mutant; still reptile in form with a broad snout, green skin, and a long tail that irritated her on nearly a daily basis.

Unable to be a part of the human world any longer, she lived in the sewers with these other mutants. Very sweet and intriguing mutants who opened their home to her when she had no place to go. She would be forever grateful for their hospitality, but this wasn't her home and these mutants weren't her family. Three months in, she still felt like a guest, like she should be moving on soon. She wished she could. She hated relying on others; taking without being able to give back. Eventually, she would take too much and they would be done with her. In the meantime, she tried not to be a bother.

“No, you can stay,” Donatello said. “I don't mind at all.”

“Thank you.” The words were weighted, as they always were. Thank you for tolerating me for another day, even though I am a stranger. Even though I am useless to all of you.

He went back to fiddling as she curled up in the chair, feet tucked beneath her. Trying to take up as little as possible in a room that wasn't hers. Trying to be invisible, soundless. She didn't want to disrupt. But only a few minutes in, she started rocking back and forth on the chair as she looked around. The rhythmic tick, tick, tick of the chair caused Donatello to look up at her.

“Sorry,” she said, when she realized what she was doing. “I'm really struggling. I don't know why I can't sleep. I feel very mmm...kinetic tonight.”

A smile pulled at the side of his mouth. She had a different vocabulary than his brothers. Her choice of words amused him at times.

But his lack of response made her nervous. She stood up. “You know what? Maybe I'll go watch TV or something. I don't think sitting here bothering you is the answer. I'm sorry to come in.”

When she moved to leave, he stood up. His height towered over her. His broad shoulders took up space. For some reason, Mona found herself hyper aware of those two things about him.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked. He seemed almost surprised himself to offer it. “I'll go with you.”

Gratitude flooded her. A feeling where a thank you didn't seem to be enough. But she said it anyway. “Thanks. I'd really like that.”

Donatello grabbed a flashlight and led the way to some of the catacombs at the back of the lair. They tended to be much dryer with less runoff. Not that there was much runoff anywhere. The summer had been usually dry this year.

Mona was getting more and more familiar with the different tunnels in the area. She even knew how to get to the surface if she needed to. But the surface scared her. She had been a few times, but she didn't like to go out too long. When she was exposed, it felt like she was showing the entire city what she had become, and she was still coming to terms with it herself.

“You're not a bother, by the way,” Donatello said suddenly, breaking her from her thoughts. “I've noticed you apologize a lot whenever you need something or you're taking up our time. None of us mind helping you.”

“Yes, all of you are amazing,” she agreed. “You guys have been so, so great. But I feel bad. I've been here a while. Even now, I'm taking up your time. Time you would have had if I wasn't here bothering you. I've always been one who's paid my own way. I wish there was at least more than I could contribute.”

“You contribute,” he insisted. “We all love that you cook for us, we appreciate when you clean. You've patched us up when we're hurt, you've stayed up with us when we're sick.”

“So I'm your mom,” said said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Donatello frowned. He didn't like the sound of that either. “No, it's not like that. You just...the lair just feels nicer with you in it. You also give us something pretty to look at, so there's that.”

“Me?” she asked stupidly.

He smiled and gave a shrug.

Her gaze turned to watch ahead of them by the light of the flashlight. She never thought of herself as that pretty as human. Good enough to get by. Maybe even cute on her best days. But as a mutant lizard...she tried not to look at herself in the mirror for too long. She had sometimes wanted to apologize to them for having to look at her.

But that comment...was he serious? He was a reptile, too. Maybe to him, there was a different beauty standard. She herself thought all four turtle brothers were cute as hell. It had taken a while to get used to them—to wrap her head around the fact that talking giant turtles existed—but after that, it was easy to enjoy being around them. To learn their quirks and personalities, to discover how sweet they all were. To learn all the turtlely things about them and find out each one just endeared them to her more.

If Mona was really honest with herself, she'd had to admit that she was crushing on them all a little. Though she assumed it mostly came from the fact that she had hardly had any interaction with anyone else aside from the brothers and their father. That and she had never been treated as kindly as this family had treated her. She was growing to love them, but at the same time pitied them for being stuck with her growing affection for them merely because they had been kind to her.

“You've gone quiet,” Donatello spoke after a few minutes of silence. “I'm sorry if I said something bad.”

“You've never done or said anything bad since I've known you, Donatello,” came the soft response.

He paused and shined his flashlight on her. She blinked in the strong light, unable to see him other than the reflection of his glasses.

“I keep trying to read you, Mona Lisa, but I always feel like I'm missing something.”

She shrugged. “I don't know what that is. I'm just your average girl who was kidnapped and mutated against her will, faced off against a bunch of scary monsters—both human and mutant. And then found this sweet family of adorable turtles and their rat dad. And now I live here in the sewers. Tale as old as time.”

The light was still on her, as if she was being interrogated. “You don't talk much about before your mutation. Who you were; if there's anyone out there who might be missing you.”

“There isn't. There's not much to talk about. Just another poor twenty-something trying to work and keep the bills paid and the lights on. I'm afraid I'm not an interesting person.”

“I find you plenty interesting, Mona Lisa.”

Mona held a hand up to her eyes to block out the light. Trying to see his face; to see if he was being serious. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Of course.” Donatello's answer was pragmatic as he lowered the light.

In truth, she often flirted with all the brothers. And they usually flirted back. Sometimes even Leonardo—on the rare occasions she could get more than two words out of him. They were growing on her, always endearing. She liked having their attention. It made her feel special. Having Donatello's attention right now, hearing the soft, playful tone of his voice, made the core of her gently tighten. That was new.

“You're quite good at it,” she flirted back and they settled back into walking. “Very charming.”

He didn't respond, but she could feel him smiling. All four brothers would get flustered whenever she complimented them. It was cute. They were all so big, strong. They could be dangerous if they wanted to be. But they all melted with flattery and affection. Mona was happy to be the source of both of those things. It was one of the very few things she had to offer.

The tunnel narrowed and they had to walk close. Mona's shoulder brushed his arm so many times it seemed like he was seeking out the contact on purpose. Likewise, his knuckles touched the back of her hand now and then, silently asking. They liked to be touched, she had noticed. But this was distracting. She settled it by taking his hand. Three-fingered with thick, scaled skin. She didn't mind touching him. She never minded touching any of them.

When she did, something in Donatello relaxed. He was quiet, but silently pleased with this. Mona wished she could be so relaxed and pleased. She still felt like energy was running through her. Even though his thumb rubbing the back of her hand soothed her a bit. Donatello's presence was always soothing; calm.

They walked in companionable silence as their route turned them around and they headed back into the lair.

“Better?” Donatello asked as they entered the comfortable, familiar tunnels.

“Yeah,” she lied. “I think I'm going to try to sleep now. Thank you for spending some time with me.”

He still had her hand; still ran his thumb over it like he wasn't done feeling the texture of her. “My pleasure.” His voice was a soft whisper. It stirred her body in a way she wasn't prepared for. “Hug?”

Michelangelo asked for hugs the most. Donatello was a close second. She never minded as she slipped her hand out of his and then raised her arms. The very tall turtle stooped down so she could wrap her arms around his neck. He slowly straightened, carrying her off her toes. She loved when he did this. A joyful noise squeaked out of her and she gave a few happy kicks before he set her back down.

She felt a little flush after being pressed to his firm body, but tried not to focus on it.

“Good night, Donatello.”

His voice remained soft and raspy. “Have a good night.”

*************

Early the next morning, Leonardo paused when he walked into the dojo and found that it was already in use. Usually, he was the first one up and enjoyed at least an hour of quiet time before the rest of the family began to stir. But today, the light was already on. Mona Lisa sat lotus style, eyes closed and back straight. She opened her eyes as Leonardo silently entered.

She must have noticed him pause. “Sorry, am I going to be interrupting your personal time?”

She was. Leonardo liked having his quiet mornings alone. But that morning, he didn't particularly mind her company. She was usually a quiet person and he appreciated that about her.

“You're fine. Do you mind me joining you?” he asked as he sat himself in a similar position.

“Please do. I'm not having much luck on my own.”

Leonardo didn't say anything. He had learned merely by waiting, he could always get more information out of her.

“I couldn't sleep last night. I'm feeling a little frayed. Like there's this energy in my body that won't stop churning. I thought maybe some meditation would help, but I don't know what I'm doing. Am I supposed to be thinking about something? Or am I supposed to empty my head and think about nothing?”

A slight smile pulled at the side of his mouth. “I guess it depends on what your goals are: to quiet the mind, or to contemplate something that's been on your mind.”

She furrowed her brows in consternation and he found it to be quite cute. “What do you think about when you meditate? Or is that too personal to ask?”

“I try to think about my goals. How I want my day to go. How I can be a better brother and a better leader to my team. How I can improve on my skills and myself. Admittedly, my brain likes to wander to my mistakes and dwell on them. I try to spin it to the positive. Learn from them. Do better the next time.”

“Damn,” was Mona's response. “That's a good answer. I'll try some of that.”

Leonardo smiled a little more. There was something about her that was gentle, but amusing. He enjoyed her energy. As he settled into his own meditation, he was reminded of that as she remained a quiet and calm presence beside him. But she was still a presence. Normally, he could tune out his sensei and even any of his brothers if they were meditating beside him.

But her. Something kept calling him to her. Meditation for him was like sitting in a comfortable darkness. With Mona, she was like a soft glow next to him. Not loud or distracting, but definitely there. He opened an eye to look at her. She wasn't moving or making any sound. She looked relaxed; she wasn't even breathing loud. So why did his head keep turning in her direction? Was it her smell? He could definitely smell her. She smelled very nice. She smelled...attractive? Was that the word he was looking for?

He didn't say anything and let her be. For Leonardo, that morning's meditation was spent trying to keep his focus. He did not have much success. Still, it felt like it wasn't too long before Splinter came in for his own morning meditation. And after twenty or so minutes, the other turtle brothers trundled in.

“Ooh, look who's up,” Michelangelo greeted. He crouched behind Mona and gave her a light one-armed hug around the neck. “Morning, Mo-Mo. Ooh, you smell really good today.”

“Hey, Mike,” she greeted back, still not moving.

“What are you doing up so early?”

“Having quality time with Leonardo.”

Leonardo glanced at her. She had one eye open in his direction, smiling as if she just told a joke. “Jealous,” Michelangelo replied and moved to find his own space on the floor where he began doing stretches. “When do I get my quality time?”

“With Leonardo? You'll have to ask him.”

“I wasn't talking about Leo. You know what I meant.”

Mona just grinned.

Raphael came in next and he too paused at the extra person before sitting in front of her and beginning his own stretches in preparation for training.

“Hey there, Big Eyes. You come to train with us this morning?”

She snorted. “Probably not. Not interested in getting my ass kicked today.”

“Nah. I'd go easy on ya. You using a new shampoo or something? You smell good.”

“Right?” Michelangelo piped up. “She smells super good this morning.”

Mona subtly sniffed her shoulder, then her hair. Then down the front of her shirt. “I'm not sure what that is. I don't smell anything.”

“Did you go to sleep at all?” Donatello's voice asked as he walked behind her.

“Not really,” she said guiltily. “Just wasn't my night.”

He crouched behind her and touched the side of her neck with the back of his fingers. “You're a little warm. Do you feel okay?”

“About the same as last night. Like I need to be awake for something. I just don't know what that something is. I think I'll make myself stay up all day and then hopefully I'll crash good tonight.”

Donatello paused and then overtly breathed her in.

“She smells good, huh?” Michelangelo grinned from where he stretched in a complicated pose.

“That's not how you usually smell,” Donatello mused. “Interesting.”

“What do I smell like? I don't smell anything.”

No response. Mona specifically looked to Leonardo, as if they were all keeping a secret from her and she knew he would be the one to speak the truth. But the blue-clad turtle shrugged. She did smell different, but he didn't know how to put it into words.

“Alright, time for training,” Splinter announced as he finished with his meditation and stood. With a sharp clap, the turtles immediately stopped their chatter and stood in a straight row before their sensei.

Mona stood as well to get out of their way.

“Can I stay and watch?”

Splinter eyed her while at least half of his sons were openly nodding. Before, she had always been politely told the dojo wasn't a safe place to be during training and the reasons were obvious. Very large mutants with very dangerous weapons would be whipping around at high speeds. Mona had no training to keep herself safe. But she couldn't learn if she wasn't allowed.

“Yes, you may,” Splinter agreed. “But you will adhere to every rule.”

She straightened. “Yes, sir.”

“You will sit where I put you. You will not move while there is any activity on the mats. You will pay attention to what is happening. If you break these rules, you will be asked to leave. This is completely for your safety.”

She nodded emphatically. “I can do that.”

“Very well.”

Splinter offered her a pillow to kneel upon close to the wall. Far away from any fighting. He stayed with her while the turtles warmed up. They pulled out their weapons and began performing complicated katas. To Splinter, it was obvious they were showing off for their audience of one. He let them. When they were sufficiently warmed up he called for them to stop and they obeyed.

“Weapons, here,” he pointed to a spot next to him and the brothers complied, setting their weapons down. “From the wall.” Splinter nodded to the collection of weapons adorning what was aptly named The Weapons Wall. “Donatello: daisho. Leonardo: tonfa. Michelangelo: kama. Raphael: naginata.”

Without their weapons of choice, it was obvious to the master that his students weren't as comfortable. But but they were also ninja and should be able to make a weapon out of anything. He allowed a few moments for the turtles to get used to the weight and swing of their new weapons. Raphael was enjoying the reach of his long, bladed staff and kept poking Michelangelo in the shell with it. The smaller turtle parried back with his kama; two short handles with curved blades. Like miniature scythes. Leonardo spun his double tonfa expertly, but it was clear he didn't like that they were more a defensive weapon and had barely any reach. Donatello looked the least comfortable with his allotment as he handled the sword set and awkwardly strapped them to his body in a way he could reach both swords. The shorter sword stayed in its sheath in the front while he swung the long sword around in a way that told he was used to handling a staff.

“Pair up,” Splinter then ordered. “Raphael and Donatello. Leonardo and Michelangelo.”

The designated pairs faced each other. When their sensei gave the order, the fighting began. It started a little slow at first with each brother getting into the feel of their weapon. Usually they were a lot more devil-may-care when playing with weapons. But they were aware of their audience and didn't want to look clumsy.

But Splinter didn't care who was watching. He was there to make sure his students were always on their toes. Once the sparing fell into a more comfortable rhythm, Splinter left his post at Mona's side. He noticed her posture was rigid, back straight. Her thick, heavy tail thumped on the mat. There was an energy from her that made him almost want to raise his hackles. Strange, but he was more focused on his sons. Though he felt almost a relief at moving away from the lizard mutant.

The turtles were a whirl of movement and blades. A dangerous place to be of anyone untrained. Splinter, however, walked among the battles effortlessly untouched as he dodged bodies at least twice his size. Every once in a while, he would hit one of them with the blade of his hand. Sometimes the attacks were dodged or blocked. Most of them hit their mark.

“Be aware of everything around you,” Splinter barked. “Not just your opponent.”

And yet, he too was only focused on his sons. Though something niggled at the back of his mind. Mona Lisa was at the periphery of his senses. Her tail still slapped against the solid floor. It swished back and forth in agitation. These were not normal behaviors for her. Somewhere in the primitive part in Splinter's rat brain and voice whispered Predator.

He glanced back at her and the primitive part of his instincts took over for just a second. A second was all it took. Splinter jerked into Donatello, who glanced back in time to nearly get sliced from Raphael. Leonardo became distracted by Donatello's stumbling as Michelangelo surged forward. And everything fell apart as turtles and rat all collapsed gracelessly on top of each other.

For a second, everything was silent, save for the swishing sound of an anxious tail.

“What happened?” Raphael demanded.

“Dudes, she's doing the predator eyes again,” Michelangelo hissed.

All eyes turned to Mona Lisa, who had obediently remained where she was. Her posture still stiff, tail swishing like an interested cat. Her normally human-like brown eyes had changed. The whites turned yellow, the pupils now long, reptilian slits.

Leonardo stood up, fists gripping his weapon as if to protect himself. They had seen her do this before, shortly after she had first changed. “Mona,” he said carefully.

She looked up at him. “Hm? You guys okay?”

There was a visible sense of relaxing from the group of prey animals.

“We're okay. Are you...okay?”

“Why wouldn't I be okay?”

Donatello took a few steps forward, but still kept his distance. “Your eyes...”

She blinked at him several times, then stood. Swiftly, she removed herself from the dojo.

************

Mona ran to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were slowly going back to normal, but the evidence of what they had looked like was there.

“No...no, no, no,” she whispered. “Why is this happening again?”

She saw Donatello appear in the reflection behind her. “Let me see,” he said softly.

She turned with a sigh. She didn't want to. She didn't want him to stare right into her soul with those intense golden eyes of his. Always calculating, always taking in so much of her with every look. His hand held her chin as he studied her. He didn't need to touch her to look at her eyes, but he always touched. And she wanted to lean into it.

“They're pretty normal now. Do you know what happened? Were you feeling scared or threatened in the dojo?” he then asked as he pulled back.

“No, I was just watching you guys.”

“You looked kind of intense, babe,” Michelangelo said from the doorway. The others were lurking in the hall. “What were you thinking about?”

A flush warmed her face. She had been watching alright. Watching the display of speed and strength. Watching how their muscles moved, how their bodies glistened with sweat. The silhouette of them, the masculine energy they brought with them. It excited her, though she hadn't felt any changes in her body.

“I don't remember thinking about much, I was just watching.”

She must have still looked a little wide-eyed because Donatello put his hands on her shoulders and spoke in a calm voice. “Let's take a blood sample just to be sure.”

Now all that was on Mona's mind was worry. The mutation had been rough, traumatic. It had left her a different person, both physically and mentally. Even after the second mutation, she still dealt with some changes. Ones she thought she had mastered, but if she was changing again...

She was hardly paying attention as Donatello stuck a needle in her arm. So far, there had been no possible way to change her back to her original human form. But if she was regressing back to what she was before...it was her nightmare.

“I don't see any further mutation,” Donatello announced as he looked at her blood through a microscope. “It's still the same as it was. The cells aren't changing.”

Mona let out a sigh of relief. She felt Michelangelo give her shoulder a soft squeeze. She hadn't even noticed his hand was there until then.

Paper from the oldest printer Mona had ever seen was spat out and Donatello looked at the readings. “Here we go. Your hormone levels have shifted. That's why you've been feeling off. Estrogen and pheromone levels are up. Which means you're uh...entering a mating cycle.”

Mona blinked at him, trying to make sense of the words. “A what?”

“You're in estrus. Or in layman's terms, you're in heat.”

She snorted. “Fuck off, Donatello. Humans don't go into heat.”

He snorted back, unused to being told to fuck off. Especially by a woman. “You're not all human. Not anymore. Some of the animal tendencies from your reptile DNA may take over from time to time. It's already happened before with you.”

“Yeah, but I have a human brain. So is it even a thing?”

“It's a thing. And it kinda sucks when it happens.” Raphael said with arms folded across his chest. This gesture wasn't aggressive. It was more of a self-soothing motion. Like he didn't enjoy the topic of discussion.

Mona looked even more confused. “It happens to you guys, too?”

Hesitant and disgruntled murmurs from all four turtles.

She suddenly looked unsure. “Is it happening right now?”

“Nah. Ours comes in the spring. This late summer shit is new to me.”

Donatello was typing on the computer. “It says on this article that Komodo dragons—your main source of reptile DNA—mate during the dry season, which is usually late summer. Uh, we have had a pretty dry summer lately.”

“Fuck me,” she groaned.

“Is that an invitation?” Michelangelo asked cheekily.

Mona shot out of her chair and quickly moved out of their reach. “No, that was not! Do not...” She gestured in warning at them. “Just...DO NOT.”

“We're not going to do anything to you,” Leonardo said calmly. “You're safe here. I promise you.”

None of the turtles made a move toward her, which she appreciated. Her mind was racing as she tried to get a handle on the situation. Suddenly, it all made sense. Her restlessness. The way she had been hyper aware of everything the turtles did lately. How her gaze would zero in on their strong necks when they swallowed, on their mouths when they licked their lips. How she kept staring at their bodies; the defined arms, the shape of their torsos. The delicious way their thick thighs filled out their pants.

“Now I see why you got excited,” Donatello continued as he looked at his computer screen. “In the wild, male Komodo dragons will fight each other to win females. Watching us spar made you—”

“It sure as hell did not!” she shot back, cutting him off. Her voice had gone higher than normal. “That is not what is happening here! Oh my God. I—I have to go.”

She immediately left with Raphael calling after her. “Where you gonna go? The lair's the only place you've got.”

Leonardo was the first to follow after her, mostly just to make sure she wasn't going to do anything drastic. As it turned out, Mona only went to her room and firmly shut the door behind her. She was quiet for the first few moments as the turtles gathered outside.

“Mo-Mo, baby, it's okay,” Michelangelo called to her door. “It's not that big of a deal. We've been dealing with it for years and we always get through it.”

Her door opened and she was suddenly in his face. “Really?” she asked, looking desperately hopeful.

God she smelled good. Intoxicatingly good. He tried to ignore it, even as his body warmed. “Yeah, you'll be okay. I mean, you're going to be cranky and so horny you'll want to bang anything with a pulse, and sometimes things without, but you'll get through it. It only lasts like two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” Her pitch rose another octave. “That's longer than a period! What the hell?”

“Well, that's our cycle,” Donatello said. “Komodo dragons seem to have a really long mating season. Yours might be longer.”

Leonardo elbowed him to shut up.

“I'm just saying,” the tallest brother insisted. “It's good to have all the facts.”

“Another fact is, Mona, that we're here for you,” Raphael said, trying to smooth the conversation over. “We'll help you through it. Whatever you need.”

He hadn't meant it in a sexual way, but Mona's eyes suddenly went wide and he realized his poor word choices.

“Oh my God, no!” she cried and promptly slammed the door in their faces.

“She's going to be okay, right?” Michelangelo wondered.

A moment later, the turtles could hear the unique sound of her angrily screaming into a pillow.

*****

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#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #four against one #I don't know what I'm doing #I might let it get weird #You have been warned #I swear I'm still working on my other stuff #I just needed a place to put the weird ideas

[esmeriandreamer]

So I've been going through some old roleplays I've done with people, and one of the stories I wrote with my friend is just.. the perfect plot for a Dreamling fic??? Like, it fits these two so well, and I might write it myself- But if anyone in the fandom is inspired by this, feel free to take the idea! and also link me to it please and thank you <3

(Please note: This would be a medieval fantasy AU where there is magic, but the Endless siblings aren't their actual anthropomorphic personifications. Maybe they have minor powers over their domains, or they just have their nicknames, I say go wild with it-)

Okay. Let us set the scene.

Through some shape or form, Morpheus, one of the Endless princes, is cursed to see his first spouse die in a horrific way before his eyes. This, of course, scares away any potential suitor when they find out about this curse, because fuck that, they're not too keen on dying in a horrific way??

So, the king and queen decide on a plan; Morpheus will just have to marry some commoner who nobody would really miss, somebody who would've probably keeled over from illness within a month or three, so the curse will claim them and Morpheus will be free to find someone he wants to marry without y'know, constantly fearing he'll see them die a traumatizing death-

Enter Hob Gadling, an ex-soldier with no family, who the royal guards just plucked out of a local tavern, under the guise of "providing a special service for his country". He gets taken to the palace and is freshened up a bit, before going straight towards the chapel to marry the prince.

Morpheus is very much Not Pleased with all this, and after the wedding ceremony, once they are alone, he tells Hob about the curse. That he doesn't know when Hob will die, could be hours, days, months, or even years, but he will be dying a gruesome death and Morpheus will be forced to watch it happen. So, y'know, he's sorry this guy had to be roped into all this, he seems nice, it's a shame he'll have to die.

Yet Hob seems to take it pretty well, for someone who's been told they are now fated to die in terrible pain and all that jazz. He just smiles and basically goes "Welp, then I'll enjoy the remaining time I've got I guess- Life is still very rich and I intend to enjoy it by your side, your highness."

Morpheus can't help but admire the other's optimism a bit, but he tells himself that no matter what, he will not get attached to this man, because it'll only hurt more in the end. He tries to avoid Hob at the castle, but fate/the Plot keeps steering them back together into the same space, and spoiler alert, the prince starts to like this guy more and more, even though he knows it's gonna hurt when Hob perishes.

And then one day, while out on a ride together or something, Hob gets kicked in the chest by a horse, which would be breaking every rib and undoubtedly puncturing all the possible organs in that region of the body. And Morpheus, as stated by the curse, has front-row seats to the "Watching your husband choke to death on his own blood" show, sitting there all alone.

Only problem is... Hob doesn't die..? Like, he's clearly choking, but the bruises seem to slowly.. disappear? And he slowly stops choking on his own breath?? He even begins to cough and sit up???

Cue Morpheus freaking the hell out because huh???? How the fuck??? And Hob is just complaining that ow, fuck, that hurt like a bitch, can he please get some water?

More incidents like this start happening, to everyone's confusion but Hob, who seems to believe he's just ah.. very sturdy.

Hob's food gets poisoned with something that would've killed three grown men, and he gets violently ill, but a week later he's back to normal, and the spy on the staff who did the poisoning gets exposed because they cannot hide their extreme confusion as to how someone survived a triple dose of Night's Kiss???

Someone's fire spell goes wrong and Hob should've been burned to a crisp, but he's only got some first and second-degree burns, that'll heal, he's sadder about the fact that one of his fave new outfits got destroyed :c

A drop from the tower, the tallest one in the kingdom? Yeah, that one. Geez, it was high, and he has some broken bones, but he'll be okay, bones heal within a month anyway, right? (Right?, he asks, to a horrified but kind of impressed Morpheus, who can't even bring himself to tell Hob no at this point-)

Hob falls into a very strong river current, which sweeps him under and must surely drown him ten times over, but two hours or so later, Morpheus is met with a very soaked and chilly Hob, who climbed out of the river a few miles downstream and look, he even caught his prince a fish or three during his little adventure ^^

It's not until Hob 'dies' in a way that cannot be explained by having a strong immune system or being able to muscle through some pain, like.. I dunno, a decapitation or something, that Hob goes "Wait a second, weird idea, but maybe I'm immortal?"

"YOU THINK???" - Morpheus, on the verge of a nervous breakdown at this point-

And also at this point they realize that wait a fucking second, Hob literally cannot die, and the curse cannot pass on to a second spouse, holy shit, Morpheus gets to keep him- And it'll be cute and whoever/whatever gave Hob immortality in the first place goes "Okay, sure, your hubby can live forever too, here you go-"

Really tempted to write it now, but feel free to steal this word vomit idea of mine if you want- xD

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #fic idea #the sandman

[astxrwar]

loving the grayfic genre for the Psychological Elements also the kind of weird romance/thriller fusion vibes but.

i want to do a fucked up oneshot based off of the what if episode where bucky got partially unbrainwashed in the 80s and then just fucked off. bringing the ‘winter soldier as an alternate personality’ vibes suggested at the end + a healthy dose of ‘seeing the past in the present’ re: bucky latching onto somebody who reminds him of steve + winter soldier interpreting that attachment as handler imprinting of a kind. like… ough

those wires crossed… i need it...

attraction that bucky hasn’t felt in years (and that the asset has never felt!) x the programmed blind faith + subservience that was trained into him to create the winter solider in the first place. I just want him on his knees looking up with big hopeful eyes Please Order Me Around x reader who’s like. terrified of being in control because it’s a lot of responsibility but also because it could change at any moment and he’s kinda Scary. But it brings him a lot of relief and is grounding etc etc and she wants to help more than she’s afraid.

anyway the psychological narrative being the gradual fusion of the asset and pre!WS Bucky into one personality. not with any moralization of merging personalities after a split, just as something that’s inevitably Going To Happen (because it does in canon). I imagine both of them (Bucky and the Soldat) know this is going to happen, and both are scared of it for different reasons. Bucky because that’s a lot of Trauma he’s going to have to face and the Soldat because he’s removed from a lot of his most human instincts and has a pretty immature sense of morality and empathy (like. young child-equivalent. he’s had to basically relearn it from scratch it was tortured out of him guilt makes you hesitate and second-guess and that makes you Bad At Killing) and he’s afraid how it’s going to feel when all that comes back.

that’s all. i need to either stop coming up with AUs or like. Set up some ‘fic adoption’ type deal for ideas I may or may not ever get around to that would be open for anyone to take a crack at if they wanted. Actually that goes for anything I’ve ever posted or written tbh if you see me post smth and your brain goes brrr and wants to do a thing with it. Please do. we can never have too many Things

that’s all. (real)

#astxrwar.txt #uhh i need a fic idea tag #luke’s brainworms #<- #this is kinda bft in reverse. its hot either way tbh

[floralegia]

thinking about steddie childhood friends AU

So I love the enemies-to-lovers nature of Steddie, like, deeply in my soul, but also I love to invert things so my brain kept turning this concept over in my head and now here we are.

So, I'm seeing like... Steve somehow ends up out of his parents' supervision as a, like, let's say nine-year-old, or something like that. I kind of see Steve in general as the kind of kid who probably didn't have a lot of friends until middle/high school? I can't explain this vibe, but to me the whole latchkey kid thing kind of lends itself to not really having many friends in elementary school, you know, until such a time as being a rich jock is something the other kids really start to take notice of. I don't know, I'm spitballing.

So that Steve -- a Steve who is basically, like, horrifically lonely, but is too young to even really fully grasp his own loneliness -- ends up wandering around a park in Hawkins on his lonesome on a too-hot, too-sticky summer day, when most of the other kids are too smart to be outside in the late-afternoon sun, when it's so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk.

Except. There is one other kid there. He's kind of just lurking on a piece of playground equipment, sulking, limbs dangling -- he looks like he must have had a hell of a recent growth spurt, all tall and spindly. He has a frankly ugly buzzcut, patchy and scraggly, and he has this look on his face like he'd probably punch anyone who tried to talk to him.

So, obviously, Steve goes over to try and talk to him.

(What Steve dose not know: this is an Eddie Munson who is waiting at this stupid park because his uncle is in the law office up the block, trying to make sure he's gonna be okay to keep custody since Eddie's dad is in prison and his mom is long gone, and Eddie had gotten too twitchy and mutinous and started pulling leaves off the plants in the waiting room, and so Wayne had asked-but-really told him that maybe he'd have a better time waiting at the park, and Wayne'd come get him just as soon as he was done with the suits.)

Hawkins is small enough that Steve's able to pretty confidently say, "I don't know you," meaning it as a sort of "oh, you must be new in town, what's your name?" Except Eddie, obviously bristles, and says, "What, are you the king of this shitty place?"

That kind of impresses Steve, because frankly not a lot of kids he knows would swear like that, and it's enough to inspire him to plunk himself down on the merry-go-round mere inches from this stranger.

"Of course not," he says, and doesn't miss but doesn't quite understand the look Eddie gives him, the way he takes in Steve's neatly pressed little rich-kid outfit, so different from Eddie's worn-out, too-big hand-me-down shirt and jeans with holes in the knees so big they're really more hole than pant at this point and his shoes that are held together with duct tape on the sole. "I'm Steve."

He stares at Eddie so long and so expectantly that eventually, begrudgingly, he gets a mumbled "Eddie" in return.

"Eddie," Steve repeats, nodding like it's somehow meaningful, then tilts his head at him. "You are new, though, right?" When Eddie just narrows his eyes, he presses, "Did you just move to Hawkins?"

That's too close to the quick, and Eddie just scowls at him. "What does it matter to you?"

Steve shifts a little, taken aback, but he's relatively undeterred. "Nothing, I guess. I'm just curious, 'cause I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I'd seen you before."

And Eddie wants to bristle and spit at that too, wants to take it as a sneering insult without stopping to think, but -- there's something a little to wide-eyed and earnest about Steve's expression, about the way he's smiling just a little, almost tentative. About the way he's still sitting so close, hasn't shifted away at all, even though Eddie's still glaring at him like he might start throwing punches any second now.

So, eventually, he relents.

"'m new," he grudgingly assents, shifting a little in place. The bare skin of his leg brushes the blazing-hot metal of the merry-go-round through one of the holes in his jeans, and he winces, automatically dragging his knee up to his chest defensively.

Steve winces in sympathy, then drags his foot against the ground, digging a trail in the dirt with the toe of his shoe. "That's cool," he says. He hesitates for a long moment, in which Eddie shoots him a mildly suspicious look, before he says, with a commendable degree of faux-casual smoothness for a nine-year-old kid, "So, I guess you don't really know many people in town, then?"

Eddie, bright for his age and already way too used to parsing the things people say to figure out what it is they want from him, narrows his eyes. "No," he says, very slowly. "I mean, I don't know anyone."

It's the right thing to say, apparently, because Steve perks up immediately. The smile that transforms his face in the next heartbeat is so bright it puts the sun to shame.

"That's not true," he says, and reaches across the no-man's-land between them to gently sock Eddie on the arm. "Now you know me."

And Eddie -- even with every dark thought swirling in the back of his mind, all the shit with his dad and his uncertainty about moving in with his uncle and the knowledge that he's alone here in Hawkins, that he's going to be the odd one out and there's nothing he can do about it -- finds he isn't capable of resisting that smile. He tries, he really does, but after a few seconds of fierce internal struggle, he ends up smiling right back. It's tentative, a little shaky, and it shows off his chipped front tooth, but it's a smile all the same.

"I guess so," he says, and he won't understand for a long time yet why it makes butterflies dance in his stomach.

#mine #steddie #stranger things #maybe this will be a real life fic one day! who knows. not me

[velvetineblue]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN //

NAME?: winter~

PRONOUNS?: any! agender hoes rise up

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: telepathy ( but seriously: i'm really bad replying sometimes, but i do appreciate im's whether on tumblr or discord ajdjj. my discord is open to any mutuals!! )

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: overall, this gremlin, by far. i have periods where i'll write a different character a lot for a couple days/weeks (mostly on discord) but tai-muse always eventually demands that the bulk of the attention be back on him u . u

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: i've been roleplaying on tumblr since like....... 2011ish??? (DO NOT @ ME, I KNOW THAT'S INSANE) and i was roleplaying elsewhere even before that...

BEST EXPERIENCE?: I'm seconding what ferre said and screaming: PLOTTED GROUP VERSES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but rly, anytime we do in-depth plotting that you get really engrossed into, and go crazy world-building & expanding the lore and plotline.... that's the besttt.

RP PET PEEVES?: hmmmm........... tbh nothing is really coming to mind at this moment, probably because my dash is so small & curated to only blogs who i really like seeing on my dash, so i think i've temporarily forgotten about the annoying parts of rp??? LOL. check back with me next time i go out looking for blogs to follow; then i'm sure i'll have much to say kjhkjh

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I like all of them !! angst is prob my fav of those genres, but if i wrote too much of it, i think it would get tiring for me because it may feel less impactful/geuine?? IDK. but fluff is definitely needed sometimes. and smut can also be fun, in moderate doses! fluffy smut and/or smutty fluff tho... 👌that's good shit, LMAO

PLOTS OR MEMES?: again, both are fun! i think a balance ( maybe not 50-50, but a balanced amount ) is ideal. as much as i do love plotting, it does require a lot of energy and social battery. so meme's are perfect for times when you are running low on that, but still want to rp~ ( and i'm going to do the ones in my inbox soon I PROMISE )

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: my replies usually end up being long. but for starters or meme's, short sometimes makes the most sense... I know the fact I often write novels might seem intimidating to people who aren't novella, but I don't mind short replies . . . lengthy replies is just more of my personal 'writing style', but I don't require partners to adapt to it?? yOU DO YOU

TIME TO WRITE?: NEVER, APPARANTLY. ( jk i have time but i spend most of it rotting and watching 5 hour long video essays about pointless shit ajsjaj )

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: hmm... I don't know! but compared to my other muses, I'd say, I guess Tai is one of my characters who is more 'similar' to me in some ways. I think because he's one of my oldest; his very first incarnation as a character I wrote goes back to when I was like 12. so he does have a lot of personal touches-- things that are probably quite specific to mE & my personal tastes. as I got older, I started to make a wide variety of characters, some of which I have nothinggg in common with... but Tai isn't one of those ajsja. we're not extremely similar, but we're not complete opposites either ? I think I partially fear saying that because I don't want anyone to think he's a 'self-insert', but... meh. I would hope it's pretty obvious that he's not :sob:

tagged by: @stillresolved thank you for tagging me and thinking of me, ferre!! 🥹 tagging: UMM whoever wants it tbh, i don't know whose done it while i've been MIA !!!

#local trash consumer makes rare emergence from the dumpster

[jerryboo]

DLS Characters and their love languages! (BONUS) Vlad and Leo (poly route) <3

(Vlad - physical touch, Leo - acts of service)

- The three of them consider themselves quite the team, seamlessly giving and taking but it wasn’t all that easy in the start.

- Like once when Laia absentmindedly gave Leo a head scratch instead of Vlad  and Leo had to remind her his daily scheduled dose of ‘Laia love’ isn't until later.

- Laia then quickly realising her mistake, scampers away to look for her other love lest he feel neglected while reminding Leo she will be back later for his scheduled ‘daily gossip dish’ while they do the dishes.

- When Leo and Laia have their ‘daily dish’ session, Vlad subtly listens in from where he sits in the living room hearing for signs on whether or not he needs to use any intimidation tactics on those who offended the two dearest people in his life.

- As more time passes, they eventually get better at recognising each others needs and soon find no need for schedules.

- Once Cathy enters her busy teenager phase, she often ends up unavailable to take the puppy for walks and Leo being the doting brother that he is volunteers to take the puppy on walks instead despite being no less busy himself.

- Vlad gets to know about the arrangement and immediately volunteers to take the puppy for walks instead

- The arrangement works well, Vlad gets to spend time with the puppy who absolutely adores him btw and occasionally when Laia and Leo are free, they get to take evening walks in the park together. Talking about everything or sometimes simply walking in comfortable silence.

- However, the puppy ends up getting so attached to Vlad it refuses to go home with Cathy which breaks her heart.

- Until the ever strategic Noe gets her a guinea pig and the puppy gets to go home to Vlad.

- Leo and Laia love to tease Vlad that he loves the puppy more than them to which he goes off on a tangent about how the love he feels for the puppy is different from the love he feels for them.

- They obviously know that but watching him speak on a subject so silly is extremely endearing and they can’t help it.

- With Vlad’s mentoring, Leo actually becomes quite the decent cook. They try to teach Laia who instantly gets frustrated.

- “We really don't need so many spices, why are there so many??”

- “That pan has something against me, there’s no reason for it to burn my food EVERY TIME”

- “I swear I can see it smirk and after everything that’s happened, a pan holding a grudge against me doesn't seem that crazy boys. You have got to believe me!”

- Vlad and Leo obviously expected this reaction and have a great plan under their sleeves.

- They turn their charm on!

- Heaping Laia with compliments every time she does good in her cooking journey

- Leo’s a natural, he compliments like it's his sole purpose in life.

- Vlad however needs some tuning before he gets it

- “Laia you marvellous being, you look as hot as the pan in that apron. Look at you go! Never seen anyone look this pretty while they cook”

- “Um yes Laia, your onions look perfectly browned indeed. Y-you’re also really pretty, that apron absolutely becomes you, yes yes it does…”

- IT SURPRISINGLY WORKS

- Until Laia gets overconfident…

- It's an absolutely hilarious sight

- “ Oh boys, I know I'm good, I know I'm good. Look at that salt sprinkling method. Salt bae who?? I only know Laia bae, get it guys?”

- Leo struggles to keep a straight face, his facade almost breaking every two seconds as Laia continues to ramble on.

- Poor Vlad on the other hand doesn't get a single reference and just happily nods along to whatever she says.

- One day, Leo finds a movie on the Ottoman empire and picks it for their Friday movie nights unbeknownst to Laia and Vlad.

- They sit on the couch with Vlad in the middle, Leo and Laia on his sides.

- They put him in the middle because they claim, “He needs the most snuggles to make up for all the lost time”.

- Vlad loves it but of course never admits it.

- They start the movie and of course Laia and Vlad are immediately puzzled

- Imagine that Leonardo Dicaprio pointing at the tv meme, yep that's exactly what's happening at that moment.

- While Leo initially played the movie as a joke, they all end up getting pretty into it.

- Vlad whispers a silent “not true…” every two minutes

- Laia nods off halfway into the movie and they gently move her to the bed.

- Leo and Vlad, who aren't that sleepy, decide to finish the movie for the fun of it.

- Leo who’s now feeling cheeky (and a little flirty) decides to do that discreet yawn placement of hand thing that he always saw in movies

- It doesn't escape Vlad who looks at Leo puzzled

- “You know I am dating you right? You’re free to put your arm on my shoulder even if you just feel like it. I quite like it actually”

“Oh I know, I just thought you'd like the change it was supposed to be cute…” and with this Leo moves to remove his hand, feeling slightly disappointed

- Vlad however immediately moves to stop his hand from moving and holds it there

- “I never said I didn't like it…just wanted you to  know you could hug me whenever, I-I really appreciate it”

- Vlad’s lucky the room is dark because by now he has a full blown blush on his face and he would sooner eat dog food than admit he likes the cheesy antics of his partners.

- Leo can't stop the wide smile that’s spreading across his face and he pulls Vlad in closer before settling in for the movie again.

- The both of them feel comfortable and safe in each other’s embrace, happy and in love but most importantly appreciating everything they do for each other and Laia.

- (bonus) Laia stumbles out a little while later half asleep and complaining that they left her out of the snuggles before somehow finding her way into the snuggle.

#I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS #I hope y'all like it as much as I do too :) #dracula: a love story #dls #rc dls #dracula a love story #romance club #rc #dls rc #dls vlad #dls leo #dls laia #dls noe