#this outfit is P E R F E C T

[unhonestlymirror]

His new look is absolute banger, I bet he's gonna get into trouble no later than 20 seconds

[general-kalani]

"Just me and my otherworldly son."

[liiixsturniolos]

♱ chris sturniolo (nsfw) alphabet ♱

not requested*

(smut warning!, letters of the alphabet as headcannons chris would do)

A ... (how he is after sex?)

Aftercare. Chris loves it weirdly enough. He will of course clean you up gently. He'll stroke your hair, hold you in his arms, and rub your shoulder. Often he'll make you food after.

B ... (fav body part?)

Body part. Chris' favourite body part of yours, quite obviously your ass. He's a big PDA guy. He'll grab it as you walk, slap it when you walk up stairs, stare at it when you turn around, He's pervy with it but it's funny.

C ... (cum)

Cum. This man is a lil freaky with it. He'll come on your tits when you let him, your stomach, mouth. He lowk has a slight breeding kink/cream pie thing.

D ... (Dirty secrets?)

Dirty secret. This man has loadsss of nasty thoughts and shit he'd love to do. He's a little perverted ngl. I'm sure you can imagine.

E ... (experience?)

Experience. Chris really isn't too experienced, he's only had sex with about 4 women before you. He will of course act like he's fucked hundreds, but he hasn't, and you could sort of tell.. you had to teach him how to slow down.

F ... (fav position?)

Favourite position. This man wants you in missionary. Let's be real. He wants to see your face. But he's definitely open to any other positions. He'll try anything you ask for.

G ... (How good is he?)

Good. This man is reallll goooood. He will try almost* anything too.

H ... (hair....?)

He's clean, not fully hairless but trimmed LMFAO. In regards to you, he doesn't mind. However you're happy with it, he's happy too.

I ... (intimacy?)

He's sweet. Although he's a rough guy sometimes he can switch it up too. He holds your hand through it when he can, likes to watch your face and kiss you too.

J ... (Jacking off?)

Surprisingly, not as often as you expected. And almost always to pictures of you, especially before you guys started dating the guy would stroke his shit to every one of your tiktoks or insta posts.

K ... (what are his kinks?)

Kinks. He has a little breeding thing, wants to get you pregnant BAD. And maybe a little degradation but never too mean, he could never be mean to you.

L ... ( favourite place to do it?)

Location. He's a fan of public sex, but that's often hard to get away with. So he'll opt to tease you under a table with his fingers scoping out your inner thigh. He likes table tops, and bathroom counters to pin you against.

M ... (what gets him going?)

Motivation. Seeing you in slutty outfits. Fucking loves you in a skims dress where he can see your shape, loves you in lacy underwear.

N ... (what he wouldn't do.)

No. Anal stuff is definitely off limits. Him, you, he doesn't care nobody's goin' near his asshole and he ain't gonna go near yours. He's not into anything too rough either, like knife play and blood, he cares about you alot, it's not just lust. He wants to make sure you're always safe.

O ... (oral?)

Oral. He will 100% eat you out with delight. for example, my blurb HERE ... You'll return the favour every now and again.

P ... ( what pace will he go at?)

Pace. He can be fast, but you've taught him how to wait a little, and how to be slower. He will switch between his paces. Depends on how you both feel.

Q ... (opinions on quickies?)

He likes 'em. But sometimes not, he likes to take his time with you. He actually likes the whole foreplay stuff, he likes making out and running his hands through your hair, or kissing your neck.

R ... (risky?)

He is down to take risks with semi-public sex. He loves fucking you on the couch and just hoping his brothers don't come in.

S ... (how long can he go for?)

Stamina. He will go for as long as you like. As long as your up for it, he'll go twenty more times.

T ... (is he into toys?)

Toys. Yeah, sure. On you though. He'd happily mess around with a vibrator on you. He'd definitely be a bitch with it though, teasing you and edging you until you beg him to stop, pleading to let you shut your legs as he holds it there longer.

U ... (is he unfair?)

Unfair. Is he Unfair with you? Tease you? He's never selfish, but will tease you a little on occasion, especially if you've been bratty and bitchy that day, he wants a sliver of revenge but eventually he has to give in to your moans and begs to let you come.

V ... (how loud is he?)

Volume. He is LOUDDD, you will litterly have to put your hand over his mouth sometimes. This man is grunting and whining like there's no tommorow.

W ... (what are his insane fantasies?)

Wild cards. He secretly wants you to suck him off as he drives. It's a dirty and illegal thought. You would do it though. HERE is an idea of what it'd be like...

X ... (what's he got?)

X- Ray. He's big. He cocky about it too.

Y ... (how highs his sex drive?)

Yearning. He's pretty horny, pretty often. Works out well for the both of you..

Z ... (bitch I have nothing..)

Hope you liked this thanks for reading!

okay see you later bitches. I hope you liked this, if you did please interact so I keep writing! thank you! ꨄ︎

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[redeemingvillains]

how mattheo would love you in every love language ♡

G I F T S

Mattheo wasn't proud of where his family money came from; in fact, most people didn't even know he was wealthy as he walked around in frayed robes and old hoodies.

But he l o v e d being able to spoil you.

It wasn't just about how expensive the gifts were...

...I mean some of it was (looking at you, diamond earrings for Christmas, the 16k gold 'M' around your neck, your new Louis Vuitton and the trip to Italy you took over fall break).

But the gifts that meant the most to you had nothing to do with what they cost: his favorite band t-shirt, worn and washed so many times it was heavenly soft, or the playlist he randomly texted you one day with every song that made him think of you.

Better yet were the smallest things that let you know you had been on his mind, like when he grabbed you extra dessert at dinner and brought it to you in the library while you were studying, or the flowers that showed up the morning of your big exam.

This boy lived to shower you every way he knew how.

W O R D S of affirmation

Mattheo is so cheeky and such a goofball, honestly.

He's quick with a joke, and his signature smirk, but he chooses his words very carefully around you and doesn't throw around empty compliments.

So, when he did speak up, you knew it was important.

You craaaveeed his praise and feedback, so when he picked you up for your first date and he didn't immediately say anything about your outfit, you were lowkey devastated.

But when you were walking hand in hand back to the castle after a perfect evening in Hogsmeade and he pulled you into his side and whispered "you are unbelievably gorgeous, I can't keep my eyes off of you" it was so much more sincere and meaningful.

(After that, you were his hook, line + sinker).

Not everything he'd say was about your looks. He would brag about you and gas you up to his friends, complimenting your intelligence, your kindness, your hard work.

"You know YN could have been a model? Yeah, they asked her and she said she wanted to focus on her studies, fucking brains and beauty that one."

And trust this carried over into the bedroom, the one place he went absolutely overboard, whispering every single thing you wanted to hear, knowing how crazy it drove you.

Quality T I M E

Something that was different with Mattheo right from the start is that you were always a priority to him.

Boys asked to hang out when you two already had plans? Too bad.

In big ways and little ways it was like he created moments to spend time together.

He'd go out of his way to walk you to every class, even though it made him late for all of his.

"And miss the chance to show off my girl to the whole school? Pass."

The way he'd lay on your bed as you did your nighttime skincare routine, or join you in the library to study.

(Well, you studied potions and he studied you).

He had a permanent seat next to you at every meal.

He'd only had to shove Pansy, then Draco, then Theo aside so many times before they got the hint, all shifting automatically when he came to join you now.

He would look for literally any excuse to be near you, to be in your orbit.

Acts of S E R V I C E

The way this boy would do literally anything for you. A n y t h i n g.

On anyone else, it would look foolish the way he ran after you like a schoolboy, but he cherished you like his queen.

Putting his jacket over puddles so you didn't have to step on them.

Rushing ahead of you to open every door.

Kneeling down to tie your shoe.

One fifth year once had the audacity to say something about it.

The next day he had a black eye.

Date nights? Organized, sorted, planned.

You basically never had to lift a finger again, you wanted for nothing.

He'd carry your books, really carry anything for you (your bag, your jacket, your wand, your water bottle).

And when he couldn't be there to walk you to class or carry your books, trust there were two Slytherin first years waiting for you to do it for him.

You were Riddle's Princess after all, and everyone knew it

Physical T O U C H

His hands. On you. All. The. Time.

Rubbing your thigh, his fingers tangling in yours or twirling your hair. A hand at your back in the hallways or grasping you firmly to him in larger crowds.

King of Casual Dominance™️

Why would you sit in a chair when his lap is open and waiting for you?

His head on your lap whenever possible so you could run your fingers through his chestnut curls.

And, conversely, not knowing what the fuck to do with his hands when you weren't around; his leg would bounce anxiously, his hands would fidget, messing with his tie, tapping on his desk, fiddling and twitching to feel your soft skin.

Oh and the way this boy kissed you...

In the morning. In the evening. On the stairs. In bed. Before Quidditch practice. In the middle of breakfast. During class. He did not give a single fuck who was around or what the circumstances were.

You're literally standing outside of transfiguration, two feet in front of McGonagall and his lips are warm and running over yours like he's going off to war. "That's enough Mr. Riddle!" her shrill voice would ring out.

(He'd ignore her).

And you'd slip past her a full minute later with rosy cheeks, trying to right your lipgloss, a shy smile on your face as you avoided eye contact with her.

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[dandp]

Dan and Phil A-Z Ask Game:

I was craving a big ask game so had to go for the classic dnp format. Hope everyone enjoys!

A - Activity; You can choose to do one activity with Dan and Phil, what will you do?

B - Baking; Pitch a concept/outfit/etc. you want to see in a future baking video.

C - Conspiracy; What are your favorite and/or least favorite phannie conspiracies (past or present)?

D - Dan; What is your favorite video from Dan's main channel?

E - Emotion; What Dan and/or Phil moment has made you the most emotional?

F - Fashion; What are some of your favorite Dan and Phil looks?

G - Group; Dan and Phil are doing a collaboration video, who do you want it to be with and what will they do? (Could be someone they've collabed with before)

H - Home; What are some of your favorite domestic Dan and Phil moments?

I - Instagram; What are some of your favorite Instagram posts/stories?

J - Joke; What Dan and Phil moment(s) always make you laugh?

K - Keepsake; What type of merch item/design/theme/etc. would you most like Dan and Phil to make?

L - Lion; What is your favorite item/running gag/etc. that's ever been a part of Dan and Phil branding?

M - Manchester; What is your favorite early Dan and Phil moment?

N - Norman; If you could choose a pet for Dan and Phil to get, what would it be?

O - Opponent; What is your favorite Dan vs. Phil video?

P - Phil; What is your favorite video from Phil's main channel?

Q - Question; You can ask one question each to Dan and Phil and they will give you an honest answer, what will you ask?

R - Radio Show; What is the most iconic radio show moment to you?

S - Sims; You have to choose one of the three main storylines in the Sims (Dil/Tabs, Devan, Dalien) to never be revisited again, which one are you eliminating?

T - Tour; What is the best segment from each of their tours, in your opinion?

U - Underrated; What is the most underrated Dan and Phil video?

V - Video Game; What video game do you most want to see on dapg?

W - Wow; What have Dan and Phil done that surprised you the most?

X - Xylophone; What is your favorite music-related Dan and Phil moment?

Y - Youtube; If you could choose one YouTube video for dnp to make, what would it be? (Solo or joint content, your choice!)

Z - Zebra; What words or phrases have you picked up from dnp and/or always make you think of them?

[tinylilacbun]

c a r e g i v e r j j m a y b a n k a l p h a b e t ˚ ｡ ⋆

A - activities | what is their favorite activity (or activities) to do with you?

Coloring, he appreciates those quieter moments with you, a small distraction from the usual havoc that's happening practically every day.

Or play fighting, he loves to wrestle with you a little whenever you're in a more cheeky mood and feel like you could over power him, you can't, but it's cute to see you try and tickle that thought out of you.

B - baby talk | Do they like to talk in a baby voice when interacting?

He only does it to annoy you a little, or when you're tired and claim not to be.

"What was that? Can't hear you when your mumbling sweet cheeks." "Aww, you're so adorable trying not to yawn, my sleepy princess."

C - cuddling | Do they like to cuddle with their regressor?

OH HELL YEAH!! He cuddles you anywhere and whenever he gets the chance to, his favorite place is in the hammock, the slow swinging soothing for the both of you.

D - dress up | Will they play dress up? what would be their favorite outfit?

Mmm, not excessive, and only if you give him those puppy eyes of yours he would agree on wearing a plastic tiara and the matching necklace.

E - entertainment | What is their favorite movie, show, or book to watch/read with their regressor?

Since JJ is more of an action kinda guy, is watching cartoons something he only does for you, trying not to fall asleep during them but he has to admit that the Cars trilogy is kinda cool.

F - forgiveness | How forgiving are they when their regressor makes mistakes? How fast do they forgive?

Fast. Like, he folds instantly the second you pout and look at him with tears in your pretty doe like eyes.

G - gentle | How gentle are they with their regressor?

Surprisingly gentle, but there are some times where he underestimates his own strength and grabs you a little too rough, instantly apologizing and kissing or rubbing the spot that hurts.

H - hugs | Do they like to hug?

Definitely, any kind of hug you could think of, normal hugs, side hugs, hugging you from behind, hugging you while he spins you around, letting you jump on his back and wrap your arms around his neck, literally anything.

I - imaginary | How imaginative are they?

He's um... special. He tries to keep up with whatever imaginary play you came up with but he sometimes says things where you look at him like :o BUT try to include it anyway.

J - jokes | Do they like to joke around?

We're talking about JJ Maybank here, that answers the question on it's own :3

K - kisses | Do they like to give (platonic) kissies? Where is their favorite spot to kiss?

Of courseeee, our boy is love deprived and either giving or receiving kisses is like healing his inner wounds and insecurities.

Forehead and cheek kisses are his favorite (on the lips too, but only pecks when you're little, knowing the limits and respecting them), especially when he's in a funny mood he'll lick the side of your face afterwards only to hear you giggle or whine.

L - lullaby | Do they sing lullabies to their regressor? What is their favorite one?

Nope, he tried once and never again, simply putting on some white noise on his phone if you're really restless.

M - morning | How do they spend mornings with their regressor? (when regressed)

All cozied up together in each other's arms and he simply listens to all the things you plan on doing that day, humming and tracing a finger up and down your arm.

N - night | How do they spend nights with their regressor? (when regressed)

Falling asleep hugging each other, ending up all sprawled out on the bed while fighting for the blanket and you trying to save your plushie from being squished by JJ's body.

O - overprotective | Are they more overprotective, underprotective, or somewhere in the middle?

O V E R P R O T E C T I V E. There's no in between, he's protective already over those he loves and when you're little even more so, he's even responsible sometimes when it comes to little you.

Always having you within eyesight and holding your hand when you're out and about, glaring at every kook who dares to look at you for a second too long.

P - petnames | What are their favorite petnames to use for their regressor?

Kiddo, sweet cheeks, pretty girl, princess, baby

Q - quality time | How much time do they usually spend with their regressor? Do they live with them or visit?

Every day, every minute, every second. Not separating if there's no reason to be.

R - regression | Do they age regress as well?

I said it before and I'll say it again, JJ is a switch in my eyes.

He does it rarely, more liking it to take care of you but sometimes everything just gets a bit too much and he needs to shut his brain off for a while.

S - snacks | What snacks do they feed their regressor?

He'll simply give you crackers or hands you something from the fruit bowl that Kie insisted should always be full of fresh fruits.

T - tea party | Do they enjoy playing tea party? Will they play with the toys and/or stuffies as well?

He can't say no to his baby so he has no choice but to sit down on the ground and play tea party with you, giving your stuffies funny voices, flipping off the pogues when he hears them snicker on the other side of the room (obviously making sure you don't look when he does).

U - understand | How well do they understand their regressors needs and emotions?

He has some trouble understanding you every time, but always makes sure to give you space and let you spill out everything that has been building up.

After a while he picks up on certain things you do which tells him if you want to be touched or not, if you feel like talking or not.

V - visit | What are some of their favorite places to visit with their regressor?

The beach, or going on The Snapper and driving out on the ocean for a while.

W - warmth | Do they provide physical warmth to their regressor, such as giving blankets or cuddling? Do they make their regressor feel warm and secure, mentally?

You bet he does, your well being is his top priority that the moment he notices something is off he tries to make it better in any way he can.

X - (e)xtra | Additional headcanons?

When you're both little all the pogues look after you both, mostly John B and Sarah since they're the first ones you both told about being in the agere community.

Y - yummy | What are their favorite meals to make for their regressor? Are they good at cooking and/or baking?

The only thing he manages to cook without it burning are mac and cheese :') but it's always so damn good you always get excited when you see him getting the macaroni out of the cupboard.

Z - Zzz | Do they take naps with their regressor? What are some sleep habits of theirs?

JJ takes more naps than you do sometimes, there exists a hundred of pictures of the both of you just snoozing and holding each other.

Alphabet list from: @emodarylz

Inspired by: @jjtheresidentbaby <3

Taglist

For everything:

@my-river-lilly @pauntedblacknails @fanfictioniseverything @buckymydarlingangel @hallecarey1 @daybreakwinter @loveshineslikethesky @vase-of-lilies @white-wolf1940 @simpingbutch @mischiefsemimanaged @alina02 @teddybearsgrr @doozywoozy @angelbabydoll28 @glxwingrxse @lilymurphy03 @veryvaughnny @lokigirlszendaya @youngstarfishdinosaur @little--baby--bear @minideathgoddess @rach2602 @gh0stgurl @flourishandblotts-inc @lovelyy-moonlight @yoruse

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For JJ:

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[crappymixtape]

because of you • part four

PART I • PART II • PART III • PART V • EPILOGUE // REQ -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? ��� maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 5.6k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T F O U R 🎶 the elevator, lizzy mcalpine

“Alright. We’re gonna take care of things at the Creel house and your job is take care of things here,” Steve leveled with Eddie, thinking he was out of earshot for everyone else, but you heard it. Knew what he really meant.

Take care of things.

Fight monsters.

Try not to die.

You’d dropped Lucas, Max and Erica off, drove halfway across town to Eddie’s, dumped all your weapons through the gaping hole in the ceiling and threw yourselves in after them. Had outfitted the exterior of the trailer with metal fencing and cages, ladders and locks, hoping – no – praying it would hold and begged the universe to let everyone come out the other side of this.

“Robs, you and Nance are with me.”

Steve pulled taut the belt around his waist and clicked his flashlight on, looking for once like he actually knew what he was doing, and for a split second you thought maybe this just might work. Thought if Steve was that confident, if Nancy was willing to go with him, then maybe it would be alright.

But then it came time for you all to split in half again and you walked with Steve and Nancy and Robin to the front door and out into the ash choked air. Half-hid behind Eddie as they double checked their gear and started to walk away, but Steve stopped at the last second and turned back around.

“Listen. If things here start to go south, I mean at all, you abort. Okay?” he said brows tugged together with conviction, the weight of his words causing you to start trembling. “You draw the attention of the bats, keep ‘em busy for a minute or two, and we’ll take care of Vecna.”

And as you looked at the axe slung over Steve’s shoulder, the shotgun held tight in Nancy’s grasp, heard your molotov cocktails clinking together in Robin’s backpack you realized you didn’t want them to leave because what if they didn’t come back?

“And don’t try to be cute or–or be a hero or something. You’re just–”

“Decoys. Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve,” Dustin said rolling his eyes, unable even now to let go of the consistent needling that happened between him and Steve, but you could read between the lines.

I care about you.

Don’t get hurt.

Please be safe.

“Absolutely. Agreed. I mean look at us…we are not heroes,” Eddie admitted shaking his head, his nail covered garbage can lid swung over his shoulder and hair tied back out of his face. Trying so hard to just do his part in all this and after Steve nodded his acknowledgement, he looked at you.

Held your gaze for a minute. Parted his lips with words held heavy on his tongue, but unsure if he should say them. Knowing if he set them free, they would make the stakes unbearable and instead gave you a small nod.

A slight smile.

An attempt at quiet reassurance and as he turned to leave you felt a tangled knot of worry start to swirl at the pit of your stomach and the further he walked away the more knotted it became. Snatched up with it regret, possibility, second and third chances and trying to start over until the sound of someone’s voice shouting into the dark broke your concentration.

Your voice.

“Steve! Wait!”

He had never turned around so quickly, the sound of your voice stopping him dead in his tracks and he waited. For you. Waited as your boots crunched in the dead sticks and leaves on the ground, cracking and snapping with each step until you reached him, breathless and unsure of what you wanted to say but insistent on saying something.

“Everything okay?” he asked, trying to be casual. Unattached. Felt Robin and Nancy’s eyes on you both, but shot them a look and they gave you some space.

“Yeah–I mean, no? I just–we’re about to get swarmed by bats from hell and I...well, I guess what I wanted to say is–” you tripped over your words, felt clumsy and stupid, but desperate. Wanted him to know you wanted to work on things. Wanted to give him another chance, but it just wouldn’t come out and his expression softened as he realized what you were getting at.

“Slow down,” he murmured and you drew in a breath.

In.

Out.

Try again.

“I just want you to know that...I wanna try,” you said, still a bit clumsy, one word falling out after the other. “I wanna work on–on forgiveness or…shit. I don’t know,” you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would help you gather up your thoughts and Steve waited. Patient. “Just come back, okay?” you finally asked, opening your eyes to see his mouth tugged up at the corner in a lopsided smile.

“You want me to come back, Princess?” he asked wryly and you scowled.

“I’m gonna let that one go cos ‘end of the world’ and whatever,” you snarked and it made him laugh. A low rumble in his chest that filled you up to the brim and spilled over at the edges.

“Gee thanks.”

“Yeah, you owe me now,” you teased.

“Alright, deal. Promise I’ll get you back when this is all over.”

When this is all over.

“I’m gonna hold you to it,” you said, your voice wobbling a little despite your efforts to keep it even and the sound put an ache in Steve’s chest. Pulled his hand to your cheek. His fingers gently tucking your unruly curls behind your ear.

“Wouldn’t expect any less,” he said quietly, only to you, and then took a couple steps back. Put space between you quickly to try and make it easier, but it stung. The sudden realization that your want for reconciliation was mutual and having to watch it walk away with the possibility of not returning.

The possibility of death.

“Good luck,” you whispered, your throat closing around the sob that had lodged itself in your chest, and watched as Steve disappeared into the dark.

❝ JUST ANOTHER TIME THAT I GO DOWN, BUT YOU ARE KEEPING UP, HOLDING TO A HOPE YOU’LL UNDERMINE ❞

“Eddie, Eddie! It’s working!” Dustin yelled after Eddie helped you back into the trailer.

“Shit–” Eddie handed you his nail covered garbage can lid and grabbed hold of your shoulder. “Listen to me. You leave this trailer no matter what, you hear me? Doesn’t matter if I’m yelling at you for help or–or covered in these fucking bats, you leave.“

“Wha–”

“No. It’s not a discussion.”

“Eddie, I’m not leaving–”

“Yes. You are, sweetheart.”

The ache in your chest swelled unbearably, painfully, tight and squeezing around the possibility that your best friend might not come back through that gate with you and the tears came. Hot against your cheeks as they cut paths down to your jawline.

Swiping his thumb gently across the line of your lashes Eddie gave you a sad smile.

“It’s not the plan, honey, but just in case. Now take this and get inside.”

All you could do was shake your head as Eddie popped back out of the trailer, shouting at Dustin to hurry the hell up, and as you walked back to the angry, gaping hole in the ceiling you could hear scratching on the roof.

“Eddie!” you yelled through your tears.

“I know, I know!” he called back.

“Eddie, they’re on the–”

“The roof! I know! Dammit, Henderson, get the hell in here!” yanking the younger boy into the trailer, Eddie slammed the front door shut and barricaded you in. “Fuck!” he shouted into the door, “I hope this works.”

“It’ll work, it has to work,” Dustin muttered, eyes glued to the air vent above you.

“It has to,” you echoed, quieter and under your breath as an image of Steve wielding his axe in front of Vecna flashed in your mind.

The squeals and shrieks in the air vent were getting louder and louder, scratching closer and closer and the ache in your chest twisted into something uglier, dread, fear.

“Eddie…” Dustin looked over his shoulder, “Eddie can they get through that?”

“Uh–I don’t think so–”

SCREEEEEEECH!

The vent burst open as a demobat clawed it’s way through the plastic cover, it’s long, sharp talons cutting deep gashes in the ceiling.

“FUCK! FUCK!”

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!”

Eddie and Dustin were on it before it could get all the way in, jamming their spears into the hole, Die, die, die!! until Eddie slammed one of the garbage can lids over the top of it and sealed it shut, heaving holy shit, holy shit from his lungs.

“Nice,” Dustin gasped from the floor.

“Thanks.”

You didn’t realize you were watching everything through your fingers, face buried in your hands, until Eddie glanced up and saw you.

“Oh, god. You okay? You’re okay. It’s okay,” he closed the distance between you and wrapped his arms around you. “It’s okay, they can’t get in now. It’s okay.”

“Eddie…” Dustin was still on the floor, eyes looking down the hallway to Eddie’s bedroom. “Are there any more vents?”

Eddie tensed against you and froze for a second and then let you go in an instant, “Oh shit.”

“What? Eddie, what??” you shouted as he turned and ran down the hallway, Dustin on his heels, both of them just yelling shit so much now that it didn’t even sound like a word anymore.

“There’s a vent in my roo–”

As Eddie yanked open the door to his room the hissing slap of wings against wood paneling almost drowned out the shrieks that followed.

“That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin screamed.

Eddie shoved you back down the hallway, “Let’s go, let’s go!”

“But the others–”

“We don’t have time!” Eddie shoved at you and Dustin, the younger boy already halfway up the knotted bedsheet hanging out of the ceiling as Eddie snatched up the spare garbage can lid.

“C’mon!” Dustin yelled from the other side.

Grabbing Eddie by the jacket you shook him, “They need more time!”

He met your gaze and sobered, chest heaving as he gasped for air and realized what you were implying.

“They need more time,” you said again, quieter, throat tight around your words as Eddie looked up at Dustin through the gate.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered harshly, squeezing his eyes shut against he knew you needed to do. “Dammit, I’m sorry,” he said looking back up at Dustin.

“What? What d’you mean sorry?? Eddie what d’you mean sorry?? What are you doing? What are you–”

Grabbing a spear, Eddie sliced the bedsheet in half and you watched as the other end fell to the floor in a pile at your feet.

That was going to make getting back just a tad more difficult.

“EDDIE! EDDIE, NO! STOP!” Dustin was screaming now, strained and painful and you couldn’t bear to look at him.

“C’mon,” Eddie grabbed your arm and pulled you with him back to the door.

Steve’s bat was heavy in your hands, your fingers readjusting their grip in anticipation of putting your training session back at the meadow to good use.

…wide stance right?…choke up on your hold…it’ll make your swings hit harder…follow through with your hip.

Sucking in a breath you could hear Dustin still screaming at you from the other side.

“Come back!! Don’t do this! Please, don’t do this!”

And your body went numb as Eddie put a hand on the doorknob, “This is for Stevie. For Nance. For Robin and Max and everyone. And we come back alive, okay?” Eddie said to you, brown eyes soft like brown sugar, crinkled at the edges as he tried to smile and you tried to give him one back.

“Okay. Together,” you said.

“Together,” he echoed and then yanked the door open to a swarm of bats from hell all screeching and clamoring to get their hooks into you.

The bat in your hands hit hard against the body of the demobat flying above you with a sickening crunch. Caught it mid-air as you swung it down into the ground and twisted it, shouldered down and killed it with another pop! but you were far from finished.

Pushing loose hair out of your eyes you glanced up to see Eddie wrestling with his own hoard of nasties that the Upside Down had coughed up.

THWACK!

You swung again in a half circle, taking two demobats down with one swing and a grin flickered at the corners of your lips. Steve would be proud.

“Just a little longer, sweetheart!” Eddie shouted over the slap of desiccated wings and sharp, gnashing teeth.

A little longer, you told yourself, swinging the bat again and again, Eddie keeping up with his spear and shield.

Pulling back, you swung heavy at a particularly nasty looking demobat, a sneer on your lips doing as Steve instructed and following with your hips, but it didn’t connect and you stumbled forward, scraping your hands on the ground.

Fuck, was your immediate first thought, your bat clattering a few feet away with the impact, and again, fuck, when claws sliced through the heavy canvas of your tactical vest and into your back.

The cuts burned, hot and angry, the fabric against your back growing damp with blood, but you couldn’t stop. You had to get Steve’s bat. It was just out of reach as you scrambled against the dirt, fingers fumbling on the handle until something slipped through your hair at the back of your neck. Gritty like sandpaper, slithering as it crept around your throat and wrapping around and around and your eyes grew wide when it squeezed.

“Eddie!” you croaked, hands scrambling against the demobat tail tightening at your neck, cutting off your air supply.

“Wha–shit! Hang on, sweetheart! Hang on!”

The look on Eddie’s face scared you, like maybe you were going to die and god you didn’t want to die, and then the demobat yanked at you and everything went sideways as you hit the dirt, back first. The cuts there screamed and your head thunked hard enough against the ground you saw stars. Then, as if to add insult to injury, the demobat tightened its hold so that now and truly you could not breathe.

Your fingers scrambled against the flesh of the monster, struggling to loosen its grip, but it felt impossible. It was too tight.

Little pinpricks of light appeared against your vision as you watched red cracks of lighting split the sky in two. You couldn’t remember what it was like to take a breath. How long had it been? Thirty seconds? A minute? Longer? Where was Eddie?

A fuzzy feeling crept around you, warm and wrapping around your body as a shadowy haze blurred in at the edges of your vision. Closing in further and further and melting your pain along with it. You couldn’t feel the scrapes across your back, the cuts on your knees, the burning in your throat.

Were you going to die?

But what about Steve? You promised. He promised.

I’ll get you back when this is all over.

You needed to tell him how much you wanted to try. Wanted to hear him out. Wanted to see the real Steve, the one Eddie trusted so much, the one you were starting to feel like might actually prove you wrong, but you weren’t breathing. Hadn’t been breathing and you were dying and–

“God dammit–die, asshole!”

Suddenly the tail loosened at your neck and your body heaved you from the ground, writhing at the ability to breathe again. Gasping and gulping and pulling in ash-thick air, your hands pressed to your throat to make double damn sure it was really gone.

“Christ–” A hand, wide and warm was at the small of your back and the voice in your ear made you feel like you couldn’t breathe again.

Steve.

“Told you I’d come back, princess. You alright?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, but it wouldn’t go away and your fingers smoothed over the angry, swollen skin.

“Look, twins,” Steve tried to joke, tugging his shirt down so you could see the same marks on his neck and it pulled a hoarse laugh from your lips, but it hurt. “*Shit–*I’m sorry, don’t talk. C’mon, we gotta get out of here.”

You wanted to stop for a second and look at him, the moles dotted on his cheek and neck, the dip of his cupid’s bow, the cut on his cheek and wipe the dirt from his forehead and just–

“We gotta go!” Robin yelled from the trailer and Steve scooped his hands under your arms and pulled you to your feet.

Nancy was with Robin back over at the trailer door yelling something about not jumping through gates like that anymore – Dustin? But didn’t he…and then your stomach lurched.

“Eddie?” you croaked, fingers digging into Steve’s waist, “Where’s Eddie?”

“Shh, don’t talk. He’s okay, he’s already in the trailer.”

“Where–”

Steve stopped for a split second and looked down at you, brows pinched together, his eyes dark, worried, “I’ll explain everything, but we need to leave.”

You nodded and he picked up the pace again dragging you both into the trailer and, as Robin says, by some miracle you all piled through and came out the other side.

❝ I FEEL IT COMING ON, YOU CAN BE WELL AWARE, IF I EVER TRY TO PUSH AWAY YOU CAN JUST KEEP ME ❞

When you all stumbled out of Eddie’s trailer into Hawkins it felt like nothing had changed – it still looked like the Upside Down.

Ash fell from the sky, dark clouds hung heavy overhead and smoke rolled up from downtown as you struggled to process what had happened. They’d killed Vecna, or at least blasted his ass out the window and onto the ground below, but when they went to check he was gone and that was when the clock chimed. Four chimes, four deaths.

Everyone was worried about Max, but everyone was also in various states of injury, so you all decided to split up. Nancy and Robin took Lucas, Max and Dustin to the hospital and after you’d suffocated Eddie with hugs he said he wanted to hang back and look for Wayne. Part of you wanted him to stay, but Wayne was the only family he had so you understood. With Vecna ‘gone’ there were no real pressing threats – for now.

So, all that was left was you and Steve.

“Let me give you a ride?” he asked, dirt flecked across his cheeks and forehead, bottom lip split.

“I can’t go home like this,” your voice had made a return, but it was hoarse, sounded rough like gravel and every time you spoke Steve winced.

“Oh, right. Okay, yeah–uh–we can go to my place. My parents are out of town on business, so no one’s there. Get cleaned up and then I can take you home.”

Piling into Steve’s BMW you could feel the adrenaline starting to melt away. The pain that your body had held at bay starting to push against your skin, your very bones, a deep ache that threatened to break you and you fought it as hard as you could.

“Thank you,” you half-whispered into the quiet of the car and Steve’s fingers twitched on the gear shift.

“For…?”

You looked across the center console at him, “For saving me.”

That pulled his attention and he met your gaze and for a split second everything felt suspended, held in mid-air, floating in the space between you and Steve’s lips parted. Trying to find the words.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly, still looking at you, then he flicked his eyes back to the road. “I know you said I owe you, but…I really do. I–I couldn’t stop thinking about you after we left the trailer. How fucked up everything was and how I didn’t get to say everything I wanted.”

You watched his profile, the strong line of his jaw, the way it ticked when he clenched his teeth and fought back the lump in his throat.

“I owe you a lot more. A lot more.”

“Steve–”

“No, I mean it,” throwing the BMW into park he turned to look at you again. "You've made me feel...so many things I didn't think were possible anymore and–god–I thought about losing you and I just..."

"I did too," you admitted to the dark and it pulled his gaze.

"You did?"

"Yeah, Steve. I think I–ouch," a sharp pain punched in you leg and you doubled over from the force of it.

“Wait. Are you hurt?”

You sucked in a breath and tried to sit back up, tried to play it off. "Yeah, I mean, aren’t we all?”

“No...your back," Steve ghosted a hand over the back of your vest and pulled his hand away damp with blood.

“I–the demobat–” stuttering over your words Steve didn’t let you finish and stumbled out of the car and around to your side to get you into the the house.

The Harrington’s place was out of a stupid catalogue. All the art, the vases, the plants and furniture – it all looked staged, not lived in. If you hadn’t felt like you wanted to throw up you would’ve lingered a bit longer in the entry, but Steve was pulling you up the stairs and you were too weak to fight it.

“Shower’s in here,” he said, opening the door to his parent’s room.

Exquisite sky lights cut large rectangles into the ceiling and washed the room in the dim, cool light of the moon above. A clearing in the smoke. Somehow his house hadn’t been swallowed up by the gashes in the earth. A large sleigh bed sat against the wall, a large painting of a garden hanging above it and two matching nightstands with lamps perched on either side. Nice, but cold. Not lived in.

Too busy looking around, Steve came back out of the master bath and called your name, but when you didn’t look he took the few steps to stand right in front of you.

Warm. Safe. Steve.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Sorry, uh–yeah, I'm okay.”

He looked at you, skeptical, but needed to gather more supplies and so didn’t push you on it.

“Alright, princess. I got the shower going in there, but don’t move too quick. Take it slow, one step at a time and I’ll be back with a towel and some bandaids.”

“Okay–”

“Seriously,” he said, “I mean it. Slow.”

“I will,” you insisted, a smile twitching at the corners of your lips and he gave you a little grin.

“Okay. Be right back.”

Even if he hadn’t asked you, you couldn’t go faster than one foot in front of the other. The pain was almost unbearable now, screaming all over your body and you didn’t know if you could handle a shower, but it wasn’t an option. Infection would finish off what the demobats couldn’t, and so, layer by layer, you pulled your clothes from your body.

Your jeans, your vest, your shirt, your socks, your shoes. All of it a muddied brown and red pile on the floor leaving you in your bra and underwear. Your back was burning, felt like fire and when you stepped into the shower expecting more pain, you found peace.

Carefully shuffling on the tile floor, the steam billowing up from the shower floor felt like it was swallowing you whole. Filled the air around you and made everything hazy. Made it feel otherworldly, like heaven, and as you stared you watched the water falling down your body turn rusty. Mixing with the dirt and ash and blood from your skin and carrying it down the drain. Washing away any remaining proof that interdimensional monsters are real and that you’d nearly died killing them. The only things left hinting at what had been life or death, would be all the little silvery scars after your wounds healed.

You turned the heat up and as more steam clouded the stall, you felt a warmth wrap itself around you. One that felt deeper than the hot water. Like a heavy cloak draping over you and you wanted to let it swallow you whole. Wanted to nestle into it and succumb to the deep, soft feeling it was pouring into you and your vision started to blur at the edges.

“Oh–” you half-gasped. Stumbled as the world swam in front of you. Pressed a hand heavy against the wall to steady yourself and your fingers slipped against the tile.

“Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa–”

Suddenly someone was opening the shower, sucking out the steam, and a shock of cold air hit you as Steve filled the door frame.

“Shit, hang on–” he swore softly and stepped in with you still wearing his jeans and ripped up shirt. Water soaking him from head to toe, he gently looped an arm around your waist and held you steady. “I got you, I got you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, and it pulled your gaze up.

Water clinging to your lashes, your lids were heavy as you blinked and when he finally came into focus it made your heart ache. A deep pinch between his brows, eyes searching yours and trying to work out what he needed to do to fix you. What he needed to do to keep you here.

God, he wanted to keep you.

“I’m fine,” you insisted weakly, pushing against him as your lips tried to twist into a scowl and it pulled a huff of a laugh from him.

“No, you’re not,” his tone was firm, but gentle. The rough pads of his fingers pressing into your side as he eased you onto the seat at the corner of the stall. Made doubly sure you weren’t going to fall and half-stepped back out onto the bathmat.

Shrugging off his shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it into the tub. Kicked off his wet Levis and left them in a pile on the floor. Grabbed a washcloth from the towel rack and stepped back in with you and closed the door behind him.

Kneeling, Steve sank down through the steam, putting himself at your height for once. Water running hot and soothing both of your aching bodies as he wetted the wash cloth. Then, pushing up on one knee, he started to gently scrub the dried blood from your forehead. Rinsed the cloth out and moved to your hand. Looked it over for any obvious wounds and softly cleaned the dirt from your palm. Then, satisfied with what he found under all the grime, he turned to your other hand. Moved up your arms and paid close attention to the cut on your right shoulder. Winced and snuck a glance at you when you sucked in a pained gasp through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” he said and when he looked up at you it was a thousand sorry’s, so fucking sorry, and it made your chest ache. “Let me look at your back,” he said, standing to see the three nasty cuts across your skin there and he huffed a sigh. “These could be worse,” he assessed, shaking his head, “I’ll look in the light when you’re out.”

He bent back down and knelt in front of you again, water splashing against his back as he took your hand in his. He started up again at your feet. Skipped over the bruises on your shins and the angry-looking scrape on your left knee and as he gently shifted you to reach your upper leg, the water running off your body turned bright red.

“Oh shit..." he breathed, a deep frown pulling at his features as his eyes frantically searched for the source, worry tugging at the pit of his stomach. It couldn’t have been your back…where was it coming from?

And then he finally saw it. The nasty gash on your thigh courtesy of the same damn demobat as it dragged its claw down through your skin. “Christ,” he hissed under his breath, moving to let the water run over it, “We gotta clean this–”

“Fuck, Steve–” you choked out, the pain in your leg white hot as you pressed a hand heavy into his before he could use the washcloth. “It hurts,” you half-sobbed and he quickly blocked the shower with his back again.

“Shit–I’m sorry–dammit–” a string of curses fell from his lips as he leaned closer to get a better look.

The few seconds of water had done a good job of cleaning it up, but he could see now how deep it was. Probably needed stitches, just like his stomach would, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a minute.

It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. We’ll be okay.

Pulling in a deep breath he went to the place in his mind he knew all too well. The one where he closed out the sick feeling of worry blooming in his chest, the thoughts of 'what if' that didn't end nicely and hardened against it all so that he could do what he needed to keep you safe.

“Alright, princess,” he reached over his shoulder and turned off the tap, then looked back up at you, still on his knees. “I gotta get you out and dried off, okay? Get this fixed up,” he said, nodding at your leg, “Will you let me do that?”

A soft scowl pulled at your features and it almost made him smile – how pretty you were even when you were mad. Even like this.

“I don’t think you’re gonna give me a choice,” you tried to snark around the sob in your throat and that finally cracked a tiny grin on his face.

“I’m not,” he gently agreed and with that you let him lift you from the seat. Let his hands, warm and wide at your waist, guide you from the shower and wrap a towel around your tired body.

Setting you at the edge of the sleigh bed, Steve dug around in the box of medical supplies he’d slowly put together during his time with the Upside Down. Bandages, rubbing alcohol, peroxide, antibiotic ointment, wraps, gauze–

“Steve,” you whispered and it pulled his gaze.

“What is it? Are you okay? Are you dizzy?”

You gave him a weak smile, “I promise I’m fine.” He nodded, not wholly believing you. “What is that for?” you asked, pointing at a needle and thread and his expression shifted.

“For cuts,” was all he could manage and it made your stomach lurch.

“Like mine?”

He chewed on his lower lip, fingers twisting the thread dipping through the eye of the needle. “Like yours,” he agreed quietly and you squeezed your eyes shut.

No. No, no, no. Not here. Not Steve.

“Hey, hey,” Steve pressed his hand into yours, warm and safe, “I promise it’s gonna be okay. Look, I’ve got my own shit I need to do too.” He moved his arm aside to show you the cut along his stomach from the lake gate. “See? Right?”

You were crying, but it was too quiet to really know and when Steve saw your tears silently slipping down your cheek he caught them with the pad of his thumb.

“I know how scary this is,” he finally said, voice a low vibration you could feel in your chest, reassuring and true, “But I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. I swear.”

And the way he was looking at you was something you’d never seen from him before. Features pulled in pain, agony, but not from his wounds. Searching for something in your eyes he wasn’t sure of, but knew he’d find if he looked long enough and you lifted your hand to his over your cheek.

“Okay,” came out cracked, wobbly, crying, and he gave you the tiniest smile.

You watched as he pulled through a new line of thread, knotted the end and dipped the needle in rubbing alcohol and a wave of nausea crashed over you.

“Here,” Steve caught the look on your face, the way you were shaking, “Lie on your back and hold this to your face. Scream into it if you have to, okay? I’m going to go as fast as I can.”

He handed you a pillow and thank god because you were sure if you’d had to watch, you were going to pass out.

Doing as he asked, you laid back on the bed with the pillow pressed to your face, still only wearing your underwear and bra, and a thought struck you – if this had been literally any other time, what would Steve had said? Would he tell you how beautiful you looked? How he liked the lace trim across your bra straps? How he wanted to trace his finger along the hem of your panties? How–

“Oh, fuck–” slipped out of your mouth, muffled against the pillow, but you didn’t get a chance to finish because everything went black.

“Hey, hey! Oh, shit. Dammit. Princess? Are you with me?” Steve had just finished the first stitch when you suddenly went limp on the bed.

Quickly leaning up he put his ear to your chest for a heartbeat and heard a steady thum, thum, thum. Happy with that he sat back up and took even more solace in the even breaths falling from your lips.

“Sorry,” he whispered to you, “I didn’t do well with it the first time either.”

Then, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead he finished stitching up your leg. Cleaned up your back and applied a few bandages there where needed. It’d looked worse than it actually was, thank god. He pulled back the covers and lifted you up to the head of the bed and tucked you in, checking your breathing again to make damn sure.

He made quick work of stitching up his stomach. Pausing only a couple of times to swallow down his own nausea, and when he was done, he changed into a Hawkins Athletics shirt and shorts and crawled in next to you.

Despite the world on fire outside his window and despite the fact they couldn't find a body for Vecna, it was all okay for right now. In that moment. With you there in that room, hidden in the indigo shadows as he clicked off the light, promising he'd finish saying what he'd started in the car. And soon enough exhaustion claimed Steve too, pulling him into the same deep, dreamless sleep that you'd thankfully found.

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART FOUR OF A FIVE – POSSIBLY MORE – PART SERIES, PART FIVE TO COME SOON ]

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M A L E / S I M S / D U M P

Currently creating a buuunch of sims for my stories on youtube and everyone voted for a male sims dump, so hope I delivered!

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DAMIANO DAVID "The Rockstar" aka Musical Genius

t r a i t s : p a s s i o n a t e / m u s i c l o v e r / f r e e - s p i r i t e d

REUBEN REEVES "The Heartbreaker" aka Villainous Valentine

t r a i t s : h e a r t b r e a k e r / c u n n i n g / i r r e s i s t i b l e

RYOSEI SHIMOMURA "The Host" aka Party Animal

t r a i t s : b a r f l y / r o m a n t i c / c a p t i v a t i n g

AARAV RAWLS "The Businessman" aka Expert Winemaker

t r a i t s : s t o i c / b o r n s a l e s p e r s o n / c h a r m i n g

EZRA MARKHAM "The Beach Boy" aka Beach Life

t r a i t s : l i g h t - h e a r t e d / c h i l d-o f-t h e-o c e a n / o u t g o i n g

OMAIR FLORES "The Athlete" aka Extreme Sports Enthusiast

t r a i t s : f a m i l y - o r i e n t e d / a c t i v e / h u m b l e

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help I love this family of street rats and I have perished in the middle of the streets ;A;

🌲, 🌿, ��, 🌸 and 🌻 all for my best girl, Drina :D

🌲 What is the kindest thing your OC has ever done for someone? What is the kindest thing someone has ever done for them? On the flip side, what is the worst thing your OC has done to another person?

Hmmm... I think... I think the kindest things Drina has ever done are the things she does just. without thinking about it. because that's what you do.

Rounding up two little tiefling boys, then a quiet awakened zombie, and then a very frightened gnoll, and giving them all a good meal, a blanket, and a warm bed when she could. Making them family.

The kindest thing that's been done for her... Is pretty much the same. The Hammerhearths taking her in, and then Orn helping her find her way out of the grief when she lost them. Ideal and Margo signing on to help her take down Arthas in that one timeline, and then them still choosing to be her brothers when they reunite much later in the "main" timeline.

The worst thing Drina's ever done... I don't know. I didn't get to see a lot of the aftereffects of her mistakes in the game, unfortunately. I think... Hm. I think, when she was a kid, she had an opportunity to share her night's shelter with another street urchin. A kid who was bigger and stronger than she was, but wasn't trying to oust her... Yet. No, they offered an alliance -- two heads together, watching eachother's backs.

It was a gamble, trusting someone. She'd lost shelters that way before -- older street rats sweet-talking her into letting them in, before they turned around and stole what little she had, leaving her out in the cold. She decided not to take the risk, and told the kid to find somewhere else to shelter -- They were older, and bigger. They'd be fine.

...Two days later, she saw the kid getting hauled away by the city guard for stealing. And the guards weren't being nice about it, either. The kid made brief eye contact, just long enough to give Drina an understanding smile -- he got it. He didn't hold it against her. He understood.

Years later, she still thinks about that boy. Wishes she'd let him in, brought him in to stay with Mama Ferga at the inn. She promised herself she'd never let it happen again.

🌿 What is something true about your OC that they refuse to admit about themselves? Is there any reason to this besides embarassment?

Hmm. Drina struggled a long time with admitting that she was in a leadership position in her adventuring party. This was mostly due to a lack of confidence, which was also part of why she didn't want to admit she'd gone and fallen in love with the party's rogue. There was a lot of complicated stuff there, including Drina's fear of vulnerability, and her own lack of understanding of emotions -- both her own and other people's. I wish we'd gotten the chance to play it all out, but the world is what it is. That same kind of thing was repeated in the timeline with Molly, where Drina didn't want to presume anything, but came to terms with the fact that she had adopted Molly as a daughter, and been adopted as Mama in return.

🌾 What would your OC be like if they were evil. Or if they’re already evil what would they be like as the good guy?

Oh my god, Drina is a woman who is absolutely ruthless when she's angry. She came real damn close to being a villain, in fact, in her need for revenge against Arthas. In the version of events that lives in my brain, it was the party (and Damian) that pulled her out of that mindset and grounded her again. But Drina is... She's fall. Warm campfires and harvest season and s'mores and ghost stories. But she's also storms and frost and clouded skies and bare trees.

Drina, as a villain, is vengeful. Singleminded. Cold. Focused on the total annihilation of whoever invoked her fury. You can't stop her any more than you can stop the turning of the seasons. She won't rest until she's made her enemies pay.

🌸 What would your OC do if they were given god-like powers or the ability to change anything about the world for a whole day?

"...I get to be a god? For an entire day?" Drina laughs. "Okay, first of all -- No more children go hungry or cold. There's a million people out there who wanna be parents, and a million kids out there who need 'em. Let's match them up. Second of all, let's get the Forsaken who want to be human again back to that, and stabilize the ones who don't. Third, I'm calling a permanent end to this stupid war -- No no no, you said I got to be a god for the whole day. You sit back down. Have some soup."

🌻 What advice would your OC give to their younger self? What advice does your OC need now?

Drina, nine years old, cold and frightened, stares up at this warrior. She carries herself with easy grace, her copper hair streaked with gray and twisted into complicated braids that wind around her head and fall down her back in a single heavy plait. There's nicks in her ears -- two in one side, one in the other. She's strong, she has to be. Her arms are well-muscled despite her age, and she's got the kind of softness to her that comes from eating well. She wears a simple apron dress, fixed with two large clasps on the straps and decorated with embroidery and trim. It's some kind of nice, sturdy wool, too. Warm and heavy -- nothing too fine for work, but miles better than the thin, ill-fitting clothes Drina stole off a washing line.

This must be the Lady of some House, a Hero like in the stories she vaguely recalls her nannies telling her, the stories she tries to hear again when she sneaks up to the window of the schoolhouse.

The woman kneels in front of Drina -- tiny, grubby Drina -- and kisses her on the forehead. Her hands stroke Drina's dirty, tangled hair and wipe the tears from her eyes.

"It's gonna be alright, little lamb." The woman pulls Drina in for a hug. "I wish I could take you with me, but the magic won't allow it. You'll just have to trust me -- and I know how hard that is right now. But if you take it one day at a time, one hour at a time if you have to, it'll be alright. Head down towards the Merchants' Quarter, when you can. You'll have better luck there than here in the Mages' District."

And just like that, the woman disappears. Left in her wake is the smell of cinnamon and petrichor, the warmth of a campfire.

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Back in the kitchen of the New Hammerhearth Inn, Drina sinks into a chair that Ideal had waiting for her. Margo passes her a mug of mulled wine, and Molly lays a blanket over her shoulders. Blitz, ever the therapy dog, lays her giant white head in her ranger's lap.

"Did we fix it?" Drina looks to her little brothers. "Did we close the loop?"

Ideal shrugs. "Well, we're all still here. I think that says a lot."

Drina sips from the mug. "...I wish I could do something more useful than just... Maintain what happened. I want to keep you guys from going through everything you went through. I want to fix things. For all of us."

Margo shakes his head, ghostly white hair still floating in a cloud. "If all of that hadn't happened, Drina, then we wouldn't be here in your kitchen, would we?" He bites into a fruit pie, continuing with his mouth full. "An' I wouldn' be ea'ing thish tas'ee foob."

Drina laughs, pretending not to see as Margo slides another pie up his sleeve. She hears the words under what's spoken -- Focus on what we have, not what could have been. I love you and I'm glad you're my sister. "...Right. Can't take spices out of the stew, after all."

"Exachly." Margo nods, shoving the rest of the pie in his mouth.

"Save some for the rest of us, you greedy little twerp." Ideal reaches over Margo's head to grab a pastry off the platter. There's no anger in his voice, just the exasperation of a loving brother.

"I can make more," Drina insists. "If Blitz'll move, that is. Scooch, ya lump! Molly-lamb, do you want to learn your Grunkle Farrus' dessert recipes? I think there's some less-sweet ones you'll enjoy..."

[realityrain]

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DISCLAIMER!! this is pretty long and probably boring but if it interests you just scroll down to see my DR intros .. + a redo? yes it is.. i wanted to add my do and don’t support and more of my DRs and information !!)

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╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 A G E -

i am currently 16 and will be turning 17 this upcoming june the same day my sister turns 20!!

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 S O C I A L S -

i have two tiktoks, two blogs, and a pinterest account dedicated to my shifting journey! not to mention my 20+ spotify playlists for my DRs.. my users are in my bio except my Pinterest which is my main tts user (@probablylucid) and i follow all shifters back on all my accounts!!

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 L I K E S -

some of my favorite shows: brooklyn 99, bones, criminalsminds, my mad fat diary, community, gravity falls, anne with an e, and hunter x hunter | some of my favorite movies; kate, gunpowder milkshake, the craft, assassination nation, deadpool, ready or not, multiverse of madness, rush hour| other likes: hello kitty, halloween, music, making script headers/ dividers + outfit claims, night, stars,headphones, green, snow/rain, WINDD, youtube lolcow documentaries , youtube 5 hours family guy / american dad videos 

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 O T H E R -

i go by she/her!! bisexual?? i first started shifting in 2020 due to peak dracotok, and grew away from it for almost two years until my first truant case in 2022 and have been pretty active since!! i haven’t shifted yet (or else i’d be yap abt it) but will be soon!! also i accidentally deleted my entire notion like 5 months ago

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╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 D O S U P P O R T -

- species changing(monster, god, witch ect.)

- aging up/ down(for right reasons/not “excessively”)

- permashifting

- merging DRs

- multiple versions of one DR

- being overpowered

- not using methods/scripts

- not using/liking any form of shifting media

- face claims(i feel i have to say this one)

- all unique DRs

- prioritizing your mental heath and shifting journey

- asking for advice and tips!!

- DOING YOUR OWN RESEARCH!

- “too many” or “to little” DRs

- not liking/ interacting with shifting media

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 D O N T S U P P O R T -

- race changing

- aging down only to date minors

- scripting immense trauma for you or others

- not scripting out racism, homophobia, sexism(etc.)

- “you can’t script/do that” do what you want but don’t get mad when you get rightfully hated on

- murder/straight criminal DRs

- not giving respect to others that give it to you

- not treating people in your dr like they’re real

- scripting a mental illness that you don’t have

- comparing your shifting journey to others

- over working yourself (trying new methods every night /not giving yourself breaks)

- doubting yourself(i understand not being confident but don’t spread the doubt)

- spread misinformation

- “they’re my s/o not yours”

- “it’s just lucid dreaming” suck my ballz

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 D R / S C R I P T I N F O -

~ i have 8 DRs total but will only be introducing 4 of them!! the other 4 are just not a priority for me and i wont be shifting there anytime soon no i felt no need to add them

~ because i mash my DRs so much i label them with angel numbers!! mainly because i can just call them one term (ex. “mcu DR” or “supernatural DR”) i been doing this for almost 3 years and honestly love it and connecting them to my DRs

~ i mash / merge all of my DRs!! basically taking typically more than 2 potentially completely separate DRs and merging them!!

~ i don’t have any scripted face claims or significant others!! for my appearance i just script traits and over all vibes/concepts, as for s/o’s i don’t really script anything but do have some intentions but could definitely not follow through on them or even switch interests / feelings

~ I ALWAYS script an older sister with the intention of her being like my OR sister(is that weird) idc she’s my soul sis

~ i have a pinterest board for all of my DRs with at least 6 sections in each!! the sections i always have is closet, tops, bottoms, accessories, items, claims and aesthetics!! but for some boards i have sections for “magical” items, realms, inventions, powers and insta posts

~ i have corresponding colors for all of my DRs? they typically match my powers and vibes of that DR / self

~ my only shifting flex is my “aesthetic” scripts fr. it just makes scripting fun for my procrastinating self.. i also typically have 10 pages in my scrips with no pages in them(if that makes sense??) idk i just like having all the relating info in the same page(just me?)

~ i always script im taller ( like 5’10/ 177cm) .. i also script excessive tattoos and piercings bc i luv being a baddie

~ lastly i also typically script two middle and last names.. for the plot??? for fun?? l don’t even know it’s just nice

┆ 〃 ⁺ 𓊆ྀི8 8 8 DR𓊇ྀི⸝⸝ ₊┊

“HYSTERIA ALONE MARS SOLSTICE”

𓂃⋆🐞.˚⋆ MAIN INFO ~

18, born august 8th 1988 in athens greece, 5’9, ESTP, fake identity / name ~ aiden sloane irris, older sister, new head of the liaison unit at global investigation service agency (GISA) , color “theme” red mainly + brown , currently live in brooklyn, ill first shift on june 21st 2007

𓂃⋆📍.˚⋆ LIKES / VIBES ~

the neighborhood, ladybugs, fast cars, philosophy, vintage trinkets, messy hair, stacked jewelry, driving, analysis, pomegranate, art forms

𓂃⋆🩸.˚⋆ DR MAIN ~

brooklyn 99, bones, NCIS

𓂃⋆🪭.˚⋆ DR SIDES ~

criminal minds, NCIS, kate (movie) , bullet train, equalizer, ect.

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“SATURN WISTERIA BLUR NEVULA NIGHTFALL”

𓂃⋆🪐.˚⋆ MAIN INFO ~

16, born january 1st 2001, 5’9, ISTJ, 5th year mainly “mythic” high student, ravenclaw, cousin + aunt and older sister, color “theme” mainly purple + white, first shift on September 1st 2017, cosmic/night based powers

𓂃⋆🦷.˚⋆ LIKES / VIBES ~

lana del ray, stars, snow, cold weather, ripped clothes, cosmic energy, plants, the moon, night time, defending, astronomy, horror

𓂃⋆🔮.˚⋆ DR MAINS ~

harry potter, monster high

𓂃⋆🐦‍⬛.˚⋆ DR SIDES ~

owl house, lord of the rings, school for good and evil, adventure time, slumber land

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“ MERCURY CHAOS GEMINI GENESIS BONES”

𓂃⋆🌌.˚⋆ MAIN INFO ~

15,born on june 6th 2006, 5’10, ENTP, gotham central student, currently live in gotham/NYC (merged), one older sister and aunt, will “inherit” the MIB when i turn 16, first shift on october 9th 2021, air/“chaos”/force based powers, color “theme” black and white but blue for aesthetics

𓂃⋆🌬️.˚⋆ LIKES / VIBE ~

tame impala, spirals, wind, chaos, eyes, cities at night, connections, photoagraphy, animals, sour foods, tights + shorts, music, dreaming

𓂃⋆👁️‍🗨️.˚⋆ DR MAIN ~

marvel, DC, men in black

𓂃⋆🌪️.˚⋆ DR SIDE ~

starwars, gunpowder milkshake, dune

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“ LUCID-RAIN NOSTALGIA SALEM THEORIA”

𓂃⋆🌉.˚⋆ MAIN INFO ~

17, born march 13th 1993 in rome , 5’9, INFP, first shift on october 4th 2009, junior high school student, twin + older sister and mother, water / mind based powers , color “theme” orange + blue and brown

𓂃⋆🐟.˚⋆ LIKES / VIBES ~

funky combos, jellyfish, the ocean, rain, cloudy weather, “old” music, luck, gossip, deftones, piercings, investing supernatural, not talking

𓂃⋆🍂.˚⋆ DR MAINS ~

supernatural, gravity falls, twilight

𓂃⋆🪼.˚⋆ DR SIDES ~

the vampire diaries, teen wolf, the secret circle, etc.

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that’s pretty much it!! i hope you enjoyed and please share any feedback or suggestions you want!!

[ak319]

I love Roxi 🩷🩷🩷 do you think she would be ok with a fem partner? Like, a partner with a more feminine style. The partner will still take care of her and baby her, buut they will do that while wearing dresses and makeup and stuff :)

Okay, so Roxi is someone who desires an honest partner who loves her and only her and is loyal to her and not her money. You could be her childhood best friend, a fellow model or her fiance. Let's look at each of them﹒♡

If you're her childhood friend, her family obviously trusts you, and Roxi trusts you with her life. It's kind of that classic "AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES!" scenario, to be honest. You went to the same school, and if you're rich, you probably lived in the same neighborhood (having sleepovers at her house, making you an honorary Moore because of how much time you spent there). If you're not rich, she still clings to you like a puppy, dragging you to the Moore estate every time you hang out.

You two were THAT DUO in high school, always glued to the hip--if one of you was absent, the other one was too and wearing colour-coded dresses almost every day. Whatever your hobbies are, like gaming, for example, Roxi made sure to set up a whole gaming room just for you. Makeup? You are getting gifted the best kits and she even teaches you the best techniques. You still braid each other's hair like you always did, at 3 a.m. during sleepovers when she even lets you cut it if you're being goofy and you're the only person she lets touch her hair. You both cook together, making a mess in the kitchen, but come on--it’s fun. It’s pretty obvious to everyone around you that you two are perfect for each other, and somehow, you finally muster the courage to confess to her, WHICH SHE'S BEEN WAITING FOR FOREVER! Now, you’re together! Passing her love notes in class just to see her blush has become your favourite thing to do. She even makes lunch for you, despite having a whole line of attendants at her disposal, and every time she feeds you, it only fuels that little voice inside your head that says, "WIFE HER UP!" But no, you need a job first--get a grip, (Y/n). You both still wear those matching bracelets and outfits and have your favourite café where you celebrate your anniversaries. Roxi used to hate it when people mistook you for her cousin or just a friend , but now, with a ring on her finger and her arms around yours, she proudly declares that YOU ARE HER WIFE!

If you’re her colleague, expect her to be your number one fan. She still remembers how nervous you were on your first day at the modeling agency, the day she met you and took you under her wing, guiding you around. From then on, she practically became your... manager? Your shoots? She has to know. Your makeup, hair and the outfit you’re wearing for the ramp? She has to know, because it has to be nothing short of the BEST.

She even argues with the staff or the designer to ensure you both do a duo walk or photoshoot. Later, she’ll be in bed watching edits of the two of you on repeat, squealing and giggling at the sheer energy you bring to the stage beside her. She makes some herself too. After all, she made sure her sweetheart looked P-E-R-F-E-C-T from head to toe. Your actual manager? Yeah, she’s in therapy because of Roxi now, and you don’t even know.

You both launched your own jewelry brand with signature couple bracelets, and of course, you debuted the collection on your anniversary because, why not? After all, she’s not only your mentor and best friend but also your girlfriend, and she deserves the best. You’re famous, partly thanks to her, and you thank her every single day.

If you’re her arranged fiancée, then girl, Roxi is beyond grateful to her dad for choosing YOU! She practically falls in love the moment you speak, like how smart and confident you are-- and when you both discover that you share the same love for brands and fashion? THE SAME ONES SHE LIKES?! It’s like fate!--aaaaand her father just had to interrupt by asking about your degree. SMH.

So, it’s settled that you’re the heir to your own family’s company, but then you find out that Altan isn’t so sure about Roxi being the heir to her family's business and wants you to take over--wait...maybe not.

"I WANT TO BE THE CEO TOO, DADDY!"

"Why? I thought you-"

"NO! If (Y/N) can do it, so can I! I want to impress her. Please, please! And she said she’ll help me too!"

Cue both of you strutting out of your shared mansion in chic pantsuits, looking like a power couple straight from a fashion spread, and as you drop her off at her office, a quick kiss on the cheek seals the deal before you head off to yours with a proud smile on your lips.

On weekends, she sits on your lap, engrossed in her book while you try to work, both of you sporting face masks. Despite sharing nearly all the same interests, there are still moments when you don’t see eye to eye.

Like when it comes to selecting a movie.

Or your new hair colour and style. Yeah, she threw a fit when you suggested a change, but of course, you always end up giving in to your baby in the end.

You lounged on the couch, a bowl of popcorn resting in your lap, Roxi scrolled through the streaming service, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Okay, I found it!” she declared, excitement bubbling in her voice. “We’re watching that new romantic thriller.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “No way. Last time we watched a thriller, I ended up with popcorn all over me because you screamed at every little twist. Remember?”

Roxi spun around, a faux look of innocence on her face. “I can’t help it if the suspense is too much for me! And you’re the one who decided to sit right next to me. I thought it would be comforting!”

“Comforting?” You raised an eyebrow. “You mean distracting while I tried to focus on the movie instead of your dramatic reactions?”

“Dramatic? I was just passionate!” she retorted, crossing her arms, a playful pout on her lips. “Besides, it’s not my fault you get all nervous and twitchy during the intense parts.”

“Oh please, you just want an excuse to snuggle up to me when things get too tense,” you teased, leaning back with a confident grin. “Admit it, you love using me as your personal pillow.”

She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Maybe I do. But if I’m going to use you as a pillow, I expect some… perks.”

“Perks?” You chuckled, leaning in, your faces inches apart. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

Roxi smirked, the glimmer in her eyes igniting a spark of mischief. “How about you promise to give me a back massage after the movie? That way, I won’t feel bad about screeching every five minutes.”

You pretended to ponder her request, tilting your head thoughtfully. “Hmm, a back massage? That sounds like a fair trade. But what do I get in return for this act of selflessness?”

She leaned closer, her voice sultry as she whispered, “How about I let you pick the next movie we watch… and I’ll wear that cute little outfit you like?”

Your breath caught in your throat, the playful banter shifting to something undeniably charged. “Now you’re speaking my language. But you do realize that if I pick the next movie, it’ll probably be something completely ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous is fine, as long as I get my back massage afterward,” she replied, biting her lip, her playful gaze never leaving yours.

You grinned, feeling the electricity in the air. “Alright, deal. But if I hear one more scream tonight, you’re in charge of the popcorn cleanup!”

Roxi laughed, the sound warm and inviting. “Fine! But just remember, I might need extra motivation to keep my cool.”

You smirked, feeling the thrill of the moment. “Motivation, huh? Well, if you scream too much, I might have to find a more… persuasive way to keep you quiet.”

“Oh? Is that a challenge?” she teased, leaning back slightly, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Because you know I can handle a little thrill.”

“Bring it on, babe,” you said, your heart racing. “But just remember, I play to win.”

Roxi Moores HC

[emodarylz]

Meli’s Agere Alphabet

caregiver ver.

A - activities [what is their favorite activity (or activities) to do with you?]

B - baby talk [Do they like to talk in a baby voice when interacting?]

C - cuddling [Do they like to cuddle with their regressor?]

D - dress up [Will they play dress up? what would be their favorite outfit?]

E - entertainment [What is their favorite movie, show, or book to watch/read with their regressor?]

F - forgiveness [How forgiving are they when their regressor makes mistakes? How fast do they forgive?]

G - gentle [How gentle are they with their regressor?]

H - hugs [Do they like to hug?]

I - imaginary [How imaginative are they?]

J - jokes [Do they like to joke around?]

K - kisses [Do they like to give (platonic) kissies? Where is their favorite spot to kiss?]

L - lullaby [Do they sing lullabies to their regressor? What is their favorite one?]

M - morning [How do they spend mornings with their regressor? (when regressed)

N - night [How do they spend nights with their regressor? (when regressed)]

O - overprotective [Are they more overprotective, underprotective, or somewhere in the middle?]

P - petnames [What are their favorite petnames to use for their regressor? (ex: darling, sweetheart, little one)]

Q - quality time [How much time do they usually spend with their regressor? Do they live with them or visit?]

R - regression [Do they age regress as well?]

S - snacks [What snacks do they feed their regressor?]

T - tea party [Do they enjoy playing tea party? Will they play with the toys and/or stuffies as well?]

U - understand [How well do they understand their regressors needs and emotions?]

V - visit [What are some of their favorite places to visit with their regressor?]

W - warmth [Do they provide physical warmth to their regressor, such as giving blankets or cuddling? Do they make their regressor feel warm and secure, mentally?]

X - (e)xtra [Additional headcanons?]

Y - yummy [What are their favorite meals to make for their regressor? Are they good at cooking and/or baking?]

Z - ZzZ [Do they take naps with their regressor? What are some sleep habits of theirs?]

[24hlevi]

Hey, can you write a nsfw alphabet for arisu

hello! so sorry for how ungodly long this took, but here ya go! thank you for requesting 🫶

— Arisu NSFW Alphabet

Arisu Ryohei (Alice In Borderland) X Gn!Reader

Summary: a nsfw alphabet with arisu

Warnings: language, nsfw

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

He is such a sweetheart afterward, will immediately ask if you need anything and makes sure you’re okay, won’t leave your side for a good while

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

For him, his hands because of him playing so many video games, he knows how to use them. For you, he can’t pick just one. One day it’s your thighs, the next it’s your lips. He can’t choose

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

He can cum multiple times during the night and not get tired somehow

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

He has a thing for maid outfits, but would never admit it to you

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

Despite having literally no experience, he is a little nervous at first, but once he gets the hang of it, he isn’t stopping

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he enjoys seeing your face as he pleases you

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

He can be both depending on the mood, if you’re both drunk then he’s joking a little bit, but he’s usually more serious

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

He is pretty decently groomed, not completely shaven, there’s a little bit there, mainly because he doesn’t like the feeling of nothing being there

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He is incredibly intimate during it, he likes taking his time with you and expressing how much he loves you so so much

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He gets embarrassed at the thought of jacking off when he has you, but if you're away and he has even just a picture of you he's going to, only when he knows he won't be caught

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a begging kink and a praise kink, clearly. also. pegging.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to keep it in the bedroom, but he won’t be against getting a bj in a bathroom

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

Seeing you wearing his clothes is a big one, it takes all of his willpower to not pounce the second he sees you, also when you get dominant with him, he immediately folds

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

Anything with strong degradation, slapping, blood, he can't fathom the thought of possibly hurting you

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

He loves when you give him head, while he's embarrassed at first, by the end he's gripping your hair and pushing your head onto him more. What he loves more is giving you oral, he would be there for hours if he could

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He's more slow and sensual with it, he doesn't like going super fast and wants to take the time to show he loves you

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

He's not one for quickies, but he wouldn't be against a quick one before he goes out somewhere or in a bathroom

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Mainly yes, but there are some things he will straight up say no to

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Probably 2 or 3 max, he's not that athletic obviously and doesn't have a whole lot of stamina but he tries his very best, making sure you feel good first before he does

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn't really use toys a lot, but he wouldn't be against using one on you, it just depends on what it is!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn't one to tease a whole lot, but he definitely will in public until you ask him to go home with you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He’s normally pretty quiet, letting out short groans and whimpers until he's close to release which then he gets loud moaning without a care

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

He would love to see you dress up specifically for him like a maid’s outfit of sorts, but he's too afraid to admit that

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He's pretty average sized with a bigger girth than his length so he stretches you in all the right places with a long vein on the undercurve of him

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

Once he is officially dating you, it's pretty high because he was so used to masturbating that he will take all the chances he gets with you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After making sure you're cared for and okay, he’ll fall asleep with you next to him, making sure you're asleep first before he does, so fairly fast

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hey so I have a couple drafts with an agere alphabet list for different characters but it seems the original creator of the list has deleted their account (it was @emodaryls) but I have the regressor & caregiver list saved so I decided to post them here

if anyone knows if the og creator got a new account and has them posted or anything please let me know!

regressor & caregiver alphabet list below ⬇️

- caregiver alphabet

A - activities [what is their favorite activity (or activities) to do with you?]

B - baby talk [Do they like to talk in a baby voice when interacting?]

C - cuddling [Do they like to cuddle with their regressor?]

D - dress up [Will they play dress up? what would be their favorite outfit?]

E - entertainment [What is their favorite movie, show, or book to watch/read with their regressor?]

F - forgiveness [How forgiving are they when their regressor makes mistakes? How fast do they forgive?]

G - gentle [How gentle are they with their regressor?]

H - hugs [Do they like to huggies?]

I - imaginary [How imaginative are they?]

J - jokes [Do they like to joke around?]

K - kisses [Do they like to give (platonic) kissies? Where is their favorite spot to kiss?]

L - lullaby [Do they sing lullabies to their regressor? What is their favorite one?]

M - morning [How do they spend mornings with their regressor? (when regressed)

N - night [How do they spend nights with their regressor? (when regressed)]

O - overprotective [Are they more overprotective, underprotective, or somewhere in the middle?]

P - petnames [What are their favorite petnames to use for their regressor? (ex: darling, sweetheart, little one)]

Q - quality time [How much time do they usually spend with their regressor? Do they live with them or visit?]

R - regression [Do they age regress as well?]

S - snacks [What snacks do they feed their regressor?]

T - tea party [Do they enjoy playing tea party? Will they play with the toys and/or stuffies as well?]

U - understand [How well do they understand their regressors needs and emotions?]

V - visit [What are some of their favorite places to visit with their regressor?]

W - warmth [Do they provide physical warmth to their regressor, such as giving blankets or cuddling? Do they make their regressor feel warm and secure, mentally?]

X - (e)xtra [Additional headcanons?]

Y - yummy [What are their favorite meals to make for their regressor? Are they good at cooking and/or baking?]

Z - ZzZ [Do they take naps with their regressor? What are some sleep habits of theirs?]

- regressor alphabet

A - activities [What are their favorite activities to do while regressed?]

B - blankies [Do they have a favorite blanket? What does it look like?]

C - cuddles [Do they enjoy cuddling? How do they like to cuddle?]

D - dinner [What is their favorite meal to eat for dinner when regressed?]

E - emotions [Do they get emotional when they regress? Do any emotions trigger them to regress?]

F - food [What are their favorite foods or snacks to eat when regressed?]

G - giggles [What makes them laugh? What do they find funny?]

H - hugs [Do they like hugging? When do they hug?]

I - imagination [Do they use their imagination a lot when playing?]

J - jammies [Do they have a pair of pajamas they wear when going to bed? What does it look like?]

K - kissies [Do they like (platonic) kisses? Do they like to give or receive them?]

L - lullabies [Do they have a favorite lullaby to listen to as they go to sleep?]

M - movies [What is their favorite movie to watch when regressed? What genre is it?]

N - nicknames [Do they have any preferred nicknames they would want a cg to use?]

O - oops! [Do they tend to be clumsy or make a lot of mistakes when regressed?]

P - pacifier [Do they like to use pacis? What does their paci look like?]

Q - quiet time [Do they enjoy quiet activities? What do they like to do during quiet time?]

R - regression [How often do they regress? How do they behave when they regress?]

S - stuffies [Do they have stuffed animals? What are their names? What do they look like?]

T - temper [Do they have a temper? Do they throw temper tantrums often, or at all?]

U - upset [How do they express being upset when regressed?]

V - voice [Do they speak in a different tone of voice when regressed? How is it different from their normal voice?]

W - warm [What makes them feel all warm and fuzzy?]

X - (e)xtra [Additional headcanons?]

Y - yucky! [What do they dislike?]

Z - Zzz [What are some sleep habits of theirs? Do they take naps often? Do they have a specific time for naps or bedtime?]

[writingoddess1125]

N$FW Alphabet

Zoro Edition!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Zoro is sleepy after sex. So he will do quick clean ups, maybe a few wipe downs of your body and maybe some light kisses and cuddles before he is out like a light.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His favorite part of himself is his arms and chest- It shows off his hard work and dedication to his craft, even the scars on his chest he sports with pride.

For you he loves your ass and thighs. It's his pillow of choice and his favorite spot for his hand to be.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Zoro likes to cum on tour skin. Enjoying the sight of you having 'pearls' either on your face, back or belly.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He wants to have sex in Sanji's kitchen and get caught.. he will never voice it but you and his Quickies seem to be getting closer and closer to the kitchen-

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Zoro will lie and say he is experienced but surprisingly has only had a handful of partners in the past. Being that he never cared for people much and would occasionally have sex just to test to see if he liked it.

F= Favorite position

Honestly he doesn't have a favorite but he does enjoy fucking you against a wall- So missionary or any position were he can hold you in his arms.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Zoro is fairly serious in bed but can crack a smile or gave moments of his composure breaking, especially if you are a particularly playful or Goofy person.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Don't expect any grand grooming habits. It's a God damn jungle down there. Only if he's pressed will he do a light trim up bit otherwise I hope you're ready to be a Jungle explorer!

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He is more rough and dirty when it comes to sex. He can have romantic moments but his natural roughness bleeds through during sex-

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Zoro does not masterbate often if at all. He truthfully would rather do other things then just masterbate be it training, drinking or sleeping with you.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

A Kink he Secretly has is being caught doing the deed- He loves risky sex and has a secret thing of wanting to be caught.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere- this man will absolutely bend you over in any location he can. No surface is safe and will claim you on any part of that ship.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Zoro finds you handling his swords or wearing tradional clothes from his region a massive turn on.

If you were to wear a Yukata or heaven forbid you wear one of his outfits. He's fucking you against the nearest surface.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Ironically knife play he doesn't like the idea of using weapons on his S/O. Or seeing them bleed at all.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He is more incline to receive then he is to give. Enjoying feeling his partner giving him Oral far too much and can get lost in it.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Zoro has quite a fast pace, while he last a long time his hips will always keep a fast pace against his partner. They are in for a wild ride

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

This man quite liked Quickies- Be it in the broom closet, in the hall or even in the storage room of the Ship.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Zoro surprisingly is open to trying just about anything. While he does has things he's not interested in he will try stuff that his partner thinks is interested.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Zoro trains quite a lot so his stamina is quite high. He can last for on average 30 minute round and up to 3-4 rounds. Which is far far longer then a normal person should be able to.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Zoro hasn't thought much on toys- But if he discovers his partner has them will have no issue using them in the bedroom.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Zoro is surprisingly fair- Not the biggest Fan of teasing or having the upper hand all the time.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Zoro isn't very loud, more of making a serious of deep grunts and some growls. He will mutter or hiss out some words of pleasure as he fucks you.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Drinking games mixed with sex is his favorite thing. Like strip poker with shots included is the fastest way to get him riled up and excited.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Girthy- Very Girthy. His length is 7in when hard, a rich tan with thick blue vains running up the sides.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Zoro has a fairly strong sex drive. However is never one to instigate sex unless his partner show interest.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Damn near immediately- This Motherfucker will be put like a fight the second the rag to clean you is off your skin.

[tobybestupid]

Hey, I love your writing and could you make an nsfw alphabet from the current axl rose? Please

Y'know what, I'll start doing nsfw, sure!!

NSFW Alphabet - current, Axl Rose

Tw: NSFW. (Idk specifics), pls click off if not comfortable with anything around sex!!

(total dilf)

A = Aftercare

I feel like he'd try, maybe give you a bath depending on his mood

B = Body Part

His favorite body part on you is your thighs, doesn't matter how big or small. His favorite part from his own body is arms, like he can just pick you up, pin you to a wall and rail you <33

C = Cum

He loves to cum on your thighs, or chest. Either makes him happy, but if you want it some where else he'll happily do that :3

D = Dirty Secret

So wants to have a threesome with you, maybe slash? Don't know, he just wants to.

E = Experience

He knows what he's doing, he obviously doesn't treat you like a groupie. He knows how to pleasure you, not just himself.

F = Favorite Position

Missionary, and maybe doggystyle. Basic man

G = Goofy

Depends, if it's drunk sex, he's off the rails giggling and crap. If y'all are into it and serious, he's serious. Man wants to please you.

H = Hair

Drapes match the carpets, maybe a little darker down below. But he's not that hairy, has a little small happy tail but is well groomed.

I = Intimacy

Again, this man wants to please you. He's romantic, unless it a quick fuck.

J = Jack off

Likes when you jerk him off, would die for you to do that to him.

K = Kink

He has a daddy kink, loves when you call him daddy. Plus a height difference kink, short king loves shorter gals, pals, and nals (idk it just rhymes)

L = Location

Bedroom, but will do it ANYWHERE. bathroom, kitchen, ect.

M = Motivation

Head, small and tight outfits, revealing outfits, and you in general.

N = No

Hurt you (spank is okay), any other icky body fluids, ECT.

O = Oral

He loves watching you give him head, but fucking loves. LOVES. Making you squeal as he eats you out of something.

P = Pace

Depends, baby making? Soft, sweet, and sensual. You want it rough? Lord he gives you it.

Q = Quickie

Hates em', will do it if it's before a show or something.

R = Risk

Loves taking a risk, it's his favorite thing, also doesn't care if y'all are caught, will keep going.

S = Stamina

Can and will go for about 3-5 rounds, only on good days. He does get tired quickly.

T = Toys

Used to own a Fleshlight, threw it out, had a vibrator for you.

U = Unfair

Loves teasing you, it's his favorite thing to do, loves watching you squirm as he does it. Lord, makes you beg to cum.

V = Volume

Low grunts, soft whimpers, does moan sometimes.

W = Wild card

Nibbles you, like soft nibbles at your neck.

X = X-ray

Maybe about 5 1/2 inches? A little curved upwards, small happy trail, groomed well, his tip is a slight lighter colors from the rest.

Y = Yearning/sex drive

Would go forever but he gets tired quickly, maybe 2-3 rounds, maybe.

Z = Zzz

Lets you sleep first, then sleeps after you.