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Yandere List With Alastor:

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Alastor's way of showing affection is by constantly teasing, or making sarcastic comments and poking and prodding at the other person, trying to get a rise out of you and see your reaction to the things he says. He also enjoys giving small gifts and gestures, such as flowers, or even a small little trinket that he found during his travels that made him think of you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Alastor is someone who will go as far as to slaughter the people around him, or even innocents, just to have his darling around. He has little to no remorse to anything he does and has absolutely no problem getting his hands very bloody to ensure you are by his side or that no one else can hold you close. He's not afraid to get extremely messy for his dear.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Alastor knows how to get under someone's skin, so, yes, he would be mocking or teasing you until you are so annoyed or angry that your reaction would amuse him to no end. Alastor loves a reaction, positive or negative, and will absolutely be mocking you and getting under your skin to try and get a reaction. He'd go in with every insult and tease just to get you to be reactive or annoyed. The more annoyed you get, the more he will just laugh and find you adorable, even when you're mad at him.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Alastor would definitely do things against your will. He likes to push boundaries, so if you told him not to do something, it's almost guaranteed that he will just do that thing you told him not to do just to spite you. He will get mad if you tell him 'no,' he likes to be in control. Alastor would do things to your body or against your will just to get to you, to annoy you, to get a reaction, and he has no remorse about it.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Alastor is a really closed off, guarded person. So, when it comes to you and you alone, then he will bare most of his heart to you. He's very vulnerable only for you and you alone. Alastor will go from his normal, cocky, teasing self who is never open with anyone to actually being quite a bit more open to you. He may even, dare I say, soft at times. He will actually show you all of his vulnerable sides and all of his true self to you and only to you knowing nobody would ever believe you if you spoke about it.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Alastor adores a challenge, and he'd love to see you fight back against him and try to oppose him. It will make him laugh and smile wider knowing that you're going against him, and he'll even find it a little cute. But, at the same time, you fighting back would probably make him a little mad, too. He wants you to be obedient and listen to him, but he still finds it a little endearing when you go against him. He'll get a little rougher and a bit more aggressive with you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is an absolute game to him. He loves toying with people, and having you as his doll is the ultimate game for him. Alastor would find it utterly fantastic and cute to see you try and escape his grasp, and he'd probably get a good laugh out of it. He'll find it adorable. He might even taunt and tease you as he chases you, loving your fight, and finding the whole thing so entertaining.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

I believe the worst experience would be you getting put in harm's way or in a situation you don't want to be in. Alastor is pretty rough and sadistic, and that will definitely reflect in the relationship and in how he treats you. He's not really the type to listen to your wants and needs, if you say no, he will do it regardless, he isn't one to really respect a no, and he'd definitely be quite sadistic, even if you don't want him to be. He will force you to do things even if you say no; he's just a little bastard.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Alastor's ultimate goal is pretty simple and cliche; to love and to possess you. He wants to keep you as his possession, his toy, and his darling. He loves the idea of owning you and possessing you, and he wants to keep you, all to himself. It's like an obsession almost, his love and possessiveness. He wants to have you by his side for the rest of his life, even in the afterlife. He wants you to be his, only his and no one else's.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Alastor would get extremely jealous, he hates the idea of seeing you giving or spending any attention or affection on anyone, even if they aren't him. He does not deal well with it at all because he hates the idea of you devoting your attention to anything but him. Alastor is very possessive and controlling, and he will get very angry and jealous if you look at or speak to someone else, or if you show affection to someone or anything else. He even hates the idea of your attention being on your family. He wants you all to himself.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Alastor is extremely clingy and possessive with his darling. He doesn't even like to be more than five feet from you at any time. His favorite thing to do is to constantly place his hand on your thigh, or on your hip, or your neck, or your waist, pretty much anywhere he can touch you, he will touch. It's like he always wants to be touching you, holding you, or just having some form of contact with you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He would be so charming, and he would be so suave and smooth in his approach and just sweep you off your feet. He knows how to get in your head, and he's so romantic. He will have you wrapped around his fingers in no time.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

His true colors are very different from his facade he shows to everyone else. While he's out in public, he is charming, eloquent, and calm, with a very pleasant demeanor. But, to you, he is rough, possessive, and dominating. If it's just you and Alastor, then you will see exactly how he truly is. He will be way more sadistic and rough with you, and his demeanor will change to something that is way less calm.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Alastor would be more than happy to punish you if you get out of line or misbehave. If you misbehave, Alastor will be more than willing to put you in your place, and he is brutal and unforgiving. He will make you pay for what you've done. He is rough, and he does not hold back if you are naughty. He will make you pay dearly for your behavior. He loves punishing you and putting you in your place. He enjoys it and will be hard on you, no matter the circumstances.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Alastor is very controlling and he wants you completely to himself, so that means you won't have many rights with him. He is going to take away a lot of your rights. He won't let you see anyone else at all, you won't be able to do or go anywhere without him, you basically won't be able to have any sense of freedom. He'll make it so that your entire life revolves around him, he will have you completely under his control. All of your rights and freedoms will be stripped from you and Alastor will be in complete control.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Alastor is surprisingly patient with his darling. He is the type to have tons of patience, almost unlimited patience. He will give you time, he will give you space, he will give you everything you want or need and he will never complain or even say anything. That being said, he does have less patience in certain areas. For example, if you are taking too long doing something, or if you're slow to do something he asks of you, he will get impatient. But for the most part, he is patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

There is no way in hell Alastor is ever just going to move on from you if you die, leave, or escape. He will obsess over you, and he will look everywhere for you until he finds you and gets you back. He loves you too much to let you go. He will absolutely hunt you down and drag you back to him if you do any of that because he can't let you go, and he can't live without you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Alastor definitely wouldn't feel guilty about abducting you. He is very proud of being able to take you and kidnap you and have you all to himself. He is not the type to feel guilt or remorse over anything, and he is not going to feel anything over taking you and having you to himself. Alastor definitely is never going to let you go. You're his and his alone, and he doesn't care if it was your own free will or not. He is keeping you with him for the rest of his eternal life.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His desire for control and power and dominance, and his need to have you all to himself, comes from the trauma he went through and how he's been treated in the past. His desire for power and control and obsession over you and your attention definitely come from his trauma. He wants to protect and keep you all to himself.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Alastor finds it cute and adorable to see you cry or scream or be distressed and sad, but only when it's caused by him. If you're sad or isolating yourself or cry when it's not caused by him, then he won't like it, he can't stand the thought of anything other than him making you upset. But, if you're crying or screaming or feeling any negative emotion because of him, he finds it cute, amusing, and endearing.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He will absolutely hurt you and get violent with you when you do something he doesn't like. He isn't like your stereotypical yandere who will do anything to just have you, and he won't really put you on a pedestal, but he will make you dependent on him. Alastor is just not your normal, cliche yandere.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Alastor's biggest weakness is the fact that he's completely obsessed with you and in love with you, and because of this, you can use that against him and manipulate him with it to escape. You can play on that weakness and use it against him to escape, as he's too blinded by his obsession with you to notice what's really going on. Another weakness is if you hurt yourself or get hurt in any way or get sick and are fragile, Alastor will be so worried about your health that his guard will be lowered and you can escape easily.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Alastor will not hesitate to get his hands on you if you do something he doesn't like, or if you go against him in any way, he will get violent and get angry, and use his physical strength to keep you down and make you listen or obey to him. He can be absolutely brutal with force and will not hold back when it comes to you, and he will not have the patience to deal with your misbehavior.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He will treat you like a precious treasure that he keeps for himself, and he will treat you as if you are a deity to be worshipped. He will sacrifice anything and do anything he has to in order to win you over and make you his. He'll do anything to have you and keep you all to himself. He will practically worship you and devote himself entirely to you. He will do anything to make you his, no matter what it takes.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Alastor does not last long at all before he absolutely snaps and goes full yandere. He doesn't have any patience whatsoever for waiting after he snaps, so as soon as he sets his eyes on you and gets interested in you, his patience is basically gone and he can't wait any longer to get ahold of you. He will snap in an instant and go after you like a predator chasing its prey. In Alastor's case, it literally takes the instant you catch his attention. He will go full yandere almost immediately, and it will happen really quickly.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Alastor probably would break you eventually. He will absolutely break you mentally and physically eventually. He has no problem doing whatever he feels like to you, and he doesn't care that you are so fragile and vulnerable. He is ruthless when it comes to you, and he is so rough that eventually, you will get worn down.

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Kink List With Nicholas Capa

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

He was definitely very gentle and caring of his partners afterwards. He'd take his time in making sure to clean you up before he'd wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into his strong and muscular chest. He would plant soft kisses against your shoulder and neck. He loved to hold you in an almost possessive way, not wanting to let go of you.

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

His hands were definitely his favorite part of his body. He found them strong and skillful. He loved the way they could easily grip you and manhandle you with no struggle. He loved the way your smaller hand looked when it was wrapped around his.

His favorite part of yours was your waist. He had a slight obsession with it, he would find any excuse to put his hands on it, and grip it tightly. He also loved your hips.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He usually didn't prefer to finish in places where it would be seen, and he wasn't a big fan of wearing condoms, so he would either have you swallow or pull out.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He was secretly really into public sex. He'd love to show you off in public and show everyone you were his, but he'd also love to tease you and get you all needy in the middle of the day, only to make you wait till you were home so he could take his time with you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He was very experienced and knew his way around in the bedroom. He knew how to tease you to the edge, just to leave you needy and desperate. He was very dominant and would be in charge, but would love to take care of you and worship your body if you'd ask him to.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He preferred any position where he was in control, but his favorite was doggy style. He loved to have you under him, being able to look deep in your eyes while he'd lean down occasionally to whisper sweet words, or dirty ones, in your ear which would probably lead to him biting and sucking on your skin.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He was very serious in the moment, but he was a little bit of a goofball outside of it. He'd love to make you laugh, and he wasn't embarrassed by anything. The only time he'd get embarrassed is if you said something cheesy, he would just roll his eyes in the cutest way and say you're being ridiculous. Even if he secretly loved it.

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

He was well groomed, especially down there. He liked it that way, though, because it made the experience much more enjoyable. And the carpet down there was just as soft and dark brown as his hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He was a mix. He was definitely a good bit of an animal in the moment, loving to manhandle you in every way, but he could be extremely romantic when he wanted to be. He'd pull you in his lap, holding you close, caressing your face lovingly, calling you every pet name he could think of, and whispering how much he loved you into your ear.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It happened often, with his busy schedule, he had many long flights to keep him occupied. But whenever he was home, he much preferred it when you did it for him. He had a collection of many pictures of you on his phone, and he would use them during those times. He even had a few videos that would always make him feel good.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He was definitely a little bit of an exhibitionist. He also had a praise and a degradation kink. He was also quite a bit of a possessive dom. He also had a breeding kink, so he would usually keep you off birth control. He also loved marking you up.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He often preferred to do it back home, not being a fan of public bathrooms, but he also had the tendency to bend you over in the shower, or even out on his balcony, not caring if anybody would look over and see him claiming you as his own.

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

He got turned on easily. But you looking even slightly needy and desperate for him was a big turn on for him. He loved seeing you begging for him to touch you, hearing your moans and whines. He loved it when you looked at him with those eyes, your hair in a mess, your face all flushed, your lips slightly swollen. He was weak for it.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He was very open to things, but he wasn't into feet play, or really anything with bodily fluids, except for his own. He was also a big believer of only one of them being in control, and he wouldn't let you top. He also wasn't into public humiliation, he preferred the idea of him just showing of his possession of you. He liked to show you off, but he didn't want anyone else to see you that way. You were only his.

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

He loved receiving, though he loved giving you just as much, if not even more, to the point he would get possessive of it sometimes. He loved to tease you and toy with you, until he finally gave in and gave you what you wanted. But he also loved to see you looking like a desperate mess, whimpering, and begging him to let you come.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He had the tendency to change his pace from time to time, but he'd be fast and rough at the beginning, wanting to have you all whiny and desperate for him, and then he'd slow down to a more sensual pace once you were a needy mess, before switching back to fast and rough once again.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He wasn't a big fan of quickies, he'd much rather take his time with you. Though whenever the circumstances didn't allow it, he'd be fine with them. He preferred to take you properly, in the way only he could. He'd go all night if he had to, he just loved to see you like the only thing that mattered at that moment, and that was him and only him to you. He was an attention whore for you, he loved to be the only thing in your mind.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He was definitely not afraid of risks, especially outside of racing. He was fine with risks as long as you both were comfortable with them. He'd take risks in public, and he especially loved to do risky things in his private plane. He loved to watch you come undone in that thing, knowing that anybody could catch you, which just made it more exciting. He also loved to risk marking you up just to show the world you're his.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He had the tendency to lose track of how many rounds you two went through in the night because it usually happened multiple times and could last for hours on end. He had the stamina and would be able to go all night, and sometimes he wouldn't let you leave the bed in the morning. He'd just let you stay there under him, trapped, until he was satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He had a collection of toys that he'd use on you when he wanted. He'd love to tie you up and tease you, using them against you until you were a desperate mess, begging for him to let you come. He loved having you at his mercy and seeing you desperate, he loved to control you and give you the pleasure that only he could. And he just loved to see you all tied up for him, he had a special obsession with rope play.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loved to tease you until you reached your limit and ended up begging for him. He'd tease and tease and tease to the point you would whine out and beg for it, and he loved it, he loved your desperate reaction, the way you'd look at him, and the way you'd beg. He would only cave and give you the relief that you wanted whenever he felt like you had been good and deserved it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He wasn't a loud guy in general, but he wasn't quiet, either. He'd make slight grunts and groans, but he loved to hear your sounds, your whimpers and whimpers and your soft moans. He loved to hear the way you said his name, and he loved to hear you whine and the way you'd repeat 'please' during your vulnerable state. He loved the sounds you made because he loved to know that this side of you is only seen and exposed to him and no one else.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He'd definitely love to have you in his lap while he'd play video games. He'd pull you down and situate you on his lap, your back pressed against his chest and his arms around you while he'd play. He'd love to play with your thighs by moving his hands up and down and sometimes even leaving feathery light touches, just to tease you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He was definitely more on the bigger side, being about seven and a half inches and thick. He was more than pleased with what was given to him, and so were his past partners. He was never one to complain, and he had an immense amount of control when it came to himself.

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

His drive was high, and he wanted you all the time. He was obsessed with you, obsessed with his ownership of you, and he always had you on his mind. He would usually have to take care of it himself during long flights, but once he'd get you back, you wouldn't get a break. He'd make sure you wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He was usually a little bit more tired than you, which was a little embarrassing to him. He was usually the one in charge and the one to look after you, but after an intense round, he would pass out quickly. He had no energy left, not to mention the adrenaline leaving his body. He was completely drained and would usually just pull you close and wrap his arms around you before falling asleep with his head on your chest.

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Riddle Me This

Summary: Edward Riddling Nygma meets his match in you.

Word Count: 3.0k

The bar was filled with the usual Gotham riff-raff as Edward Nygma sat alone in a secluded booth, his slender fingers toying with the glass of bourbon in front of him. His mind was always abuzz with riddles, and tonight, it seemed, so was his mouth as he murmured to himself. Suddenly, he noticed you approaching and a smile crept upon his lips, his sharp gaze lingering over your figure as he recognized your presence. "Well, if it isn't my favorite puzzle-solver." Your smirk widened as you leaned forward, your voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "What is it that gets wetter the more it dries?" Edward chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement, his mind already racing to find the answer. "Oh, that's a good one. Let's see…"

He leaned back, fingers tapping against the table as he ran through the possible answers, his gaze never leaving your face as he pretended to think it over for you. "Hmmm… something that gets wetter the more it dries… A towel, perhaps?" Your lips curled into a pleased smile, satisfied, as you confirmed the answer. "Well, you're quick to guess that one, Eddie." Edward smirked smugly, clearly preening under your praise, enjoying this little banter between the two of you. "But I expected no less from Gotham's resident genius." He chuckled, his gaze flickering down your figure once again, his thoughts flickering through his mind. He leaned in closer "You know, it's nice to see someone just as obsessed with Riddles as I am…" Your eyebrow quirked curiously, a smirk playing at your lips. "Oh, is it now?" You feigned a nonchalant air as you leaned in slightly, meeting his gaze with a hint of playfulness. Edward chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief, "It's refreshing to have a worthy opponent, someone who can keep up with my constant need for riddles. Most would call me insane, you know." You laughed softly at that, amused by his dramatic flare, "Well, I suppose that makes us both insane then, considering I find your riddles as endearing as they are irritating."

Your heart skipped a beat at the subtle implication in his words, but you feigned indifference, keeping your composure as you chuckled softly. "Enjoy them? I suppose I do. But I have to admit, I enjoy throwing you off your game even more." Edward barked out a laugh at that, clearly amused and more than a little turned on by your audacity. "Oh, so it's a competition now, is it? I like the sound of that. You think you can catch me off guard, huh?" His gaze was intense now, his focus fully on you. Your own pulse quickened, excitement rushing through you at the intensity in his eyes. You returned his gaze, holding his stare for a moment before answering, your voice steady yet filled with challenge, "You could say that. I have a few tricks up my sleeve, you know. I'm not just here to be a pretty face, Edward." Edward's smile widened, his eyes growing darker with desire as he took in your confident demeanor. He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the table, his gaze never leaving your face, "I never thought you were just a pretty face. In fact, I'd say you're a damn sight more interesting than most women in Gotham.. if not a little bit infuriating." You couldn't help but laugh at that, the compliment and insult somehow mixing into the perfect blend of flirtation between you two. "You know how to flatter a girl, don't you, Eddie? Even when you're calling me infuriating." Edward feigned innocence, his smile widening as he leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. "And you know how to make me lose my mind, sweetheart. It's infuriatingly delightful." His fingers moved to graze yours, the touch brief yet electrifying.

You strolled through Gotham's streets, the evening air crisp and filled with the usual hustle and bustle of the city. As you walked, you began to pepper your thoughts with riddles, each one designed to intrigue and mystify, hoping to catch Edward's attention. One particular riddle that popped into your mind was, "When is a door not a door?" You could almost picture Edward's sharp mind working, his gears turning as he tried to decipher the riddle. "When is a door not a door…" Edward repeated, a thoughtful frown on his face as he considered the question. He chuckled softly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, as he realized what you were doing. "Clever little puzzle." You smiled to yourself as you walked, enjoying the game of riddles that you were playing. You decided to make the next one a little more challenging, something that would really make Edward's mind work. The next riddle that came to your mind was, "What is something people often use when they're in a hurry, but is always taken slowly?" Edward chuckled, the corners of his lips tugging up in a smile. "Hmm, something people use when they're in a hurry but always taken slowly. That's a good one, darling." He thought for a moment, his mind racing through playful potential answers. "A bus? No, that's too obvious. An elevator? No, that doesn't quite fit. I think it's… a clock."

You nodded to yourself, pleased that he was getting in the spirit of the game. You decided to make the next one even more challenging, something that might stump him for a moment. The next riddle was, "What's so fragile that saying its name breaks it?" Edward's brows furrowed in concentration, considering the riddle. "Fragile… saying its name breaks it. That's a bit trickier." He ran through a few possible answers in his mind, discarding each one as it didn't quite fit. After a moment, he laughed softly as the answer clicked in his mind. "Silence. The answer is silence, right?" You smirked, impressed with how quickly he had solved it. "You're good, Edward. Very good. But I have one more for you." You paused for effect, wanting the next one to really throw him off. Edward's eyes narrowed in anticipation, his curiosity piqued. "One more riddle, hmm? I think I'm ready. Lay it on me, sweetheart." You chuckled, loving the way he referred to you with such endearment. The final riddle popped into your mind, and you knew it was the perfect one. It was the most challenging of the three and you were curious to see if he would get it. The riddle was, "What has four legs but can't walk?" Edward's eyes widened at the riddle, his mind racing through the possible answers. He was stumped for a moment, his expression turning pensive. "Four legs but can't walk… that's a tough one. It's not an animal, that's for sure." He thought hard, running through different options in his mind. But then, suddenly, an idea came to him. "A table," he said with a confident smile.

You laughed aloud at his quick thinking. "You're right again, Eddie. A table has four legs but clearly can't walk." You were impressed. "I must say, you're quite good at this game." Edward chuckled, pleased with himself. "It helps having a worthy opponent. You keep me on my toes, sweetheart." He leaned in closer, his gaze fixing on you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "And I have to say, I find it incredibly sexy when you use riddles as a way of speaking. You drive me crazy, darling." You felt a pleasant shiver run down your spine at his words, your pulse quickening with how close he was to you. "Oh, really? You find it… sexy, huh?" You couldn't help but smirk, enjoying the effect you were having on him. "Maybe I'll have to use riddles more often then, just to drive you wild." Edward chuckled, his smile widening at the idea. "Oh, darling, trust me, I'd enjoy every minute of it." He leaned in a bit closer, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke in a low voice. "And when you do, I'll be right there, deciphering your riddles and trying to figure out ways to touch you." He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "And trust me, sweetheart, my thoughts are already going wild with the things I'd like to do to you…" You couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped your lips at the heat in his voice, your skin flushing under his gaze. "Careful, Eddie," You managed to say, your voice slightly shaky with desire. "You keep talking like that, and I might just take you up on the offer right here, right now."

The room was dark, the soft light from the bedside table casting a faint glow over the bed and its occupants. You were curled up in Edward's arms, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythmic thumping of his heart. The day had been long, and you were both exhausted, but the comfort of each other's presence was a calming balm that soothed your tired minds. As you lay together in the quiet intimacy, you felt a sudden wave of affection wash over you, a warm, fluttery feeling in your chest. In a moment of soft tenderness, you quietly mumbled a riddle, your voice barely a whisper against Edward's bare skin. "Edward..?" You whispered, your hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest. Edward stirred lightly, his eyes fluttering open as he looked down at you with a soft, sleepy smile. "Yes, sweetheart…?" He asked softly, his voice still warm with the heaviness of sleep. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you closer against his body.

You smiled, nuzzling against his chest as you continued to trace small circles on his skin. "Can I tell you a riddle?" Your voice was soft and lazy, a slight hint of playfulness in your tone. Edward chuckled softly, the rumble of it deep in his chest. "Of course, darling. Tell me your riddle." You took a moment to gather your words, your mind hazy with the tiredness, but the sentiment was strong nonetheless. "It's a simple one," you whispered, your finger pausing on his skin for a moment to gently poke at his chest. "But it holds a lot of meaning for me." You could feel Edward's heart beating a little quicker beneath your touch, a silent indication that he was paying close attention. You continued, your voice barely above a whisper, "This feeling in my chest, it's warm and tender, but also electrifying, like lightning. Can you guess what it is?" Edward's heartbeat quickened, a knowing smile spreading across his lips as he understood the riddle's meaning. He held you closer, his hand gently stroking your back in a soothing pattern. "I think I know the answer to that one, sweetheart. But I want to hear you say it," he whispered, his voice a hushed note in the quiet room.

You smiled against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "It's love," you whispered in response, your voice a soft sigh filled with affection. "This feeling in my chest is love, for you." You snuggled closer to him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest under your touch. Edward chuckled softly, his hand on your back moving to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "I was hoping you'd say that." He pulled you up a bit, his gaze locking with yours in the soft light of the room. The heat in his eyes made you shiver, your heart rate picking up in response. Edward's fingers traced a path along your jawline, his touch as light as a feather. "You know, there's a riddle I'd like to ask you too." He murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement, desire, and something else, something more profound. A soft gasp escaped your lips, your curiosity piqued as you met his gaze. "A riddle for me?" You whispered, your voice tinged with anticipation. Edward smiled, his touch growing bolder, his fingertips tracing a path down your neck. "Yes, a riddle," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "But you have to promise to answer truthfully."

A shiver ran down your spine at the huskiness in his tone, your pulse quickening as you nodded in agreement. "I promise," you whispered, your voice slightly shaky with excitement. Edward's gaze deepened, his fingers still trailing down your skin, eliciting a soft gasp from you. "Good," he murmured, his touch now becoming more possessive, his thumb brushing against the pulse point on your neck. "Are you ready to hear it, darling?" The combination of his touch and words sent a jolt of desire through you, your body responding despite the tiredness. "Yes," you whispered, your voice a bit more breathy than before. "I'm ready, Eddie." Edward's smile widened, his thumb still gently tracing your pulse point, as if seeking the proof of your excitement. "Close your eyes," he murmured, his voice a soft command. You obeyed his command without hesitation, your eyes fluttering shut, your body now completely focused on his touch and his presence. In the darkness, every sensation intensified, and the anticipation only heightened your excitement. Edward's fingers continued to trace along your skin, now moving to the hollow of your throat to feel your quickening pulse. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent another shiver down your spine. "Now, listen carefully…"

You nodded, feeling utterly vulnerable yet incredibly aroused by his words and touch. "I'm listening," you gasped, the soft, needy tone of your voice betraying your growing desire. Edward chuckled softly, clearly enjoying having this power over you, the control it gave him. "Perfect…" he murmured, his fingers now traveling down the hollow of your throat, tracing a path down to your collarbone. "My riddle is quite simple, but I want you to think about it very carefully before answering." He chuckled and leaned closer. "Here's the riddle," Edward whispered, his voice a soft, seductive purr. His fingers continued their path down your collarbone, now tracing the dip in the fabric of your shirt, hinting at further intimate touch. "When you're lying with your lover, your bodies intertwined, and the heat between you is like a wildfire…" He paused for a brief moment, his fingers now tracing a slow, lazy circle on your hip. "When your heart races, and your breaths come in ragged gasps, and your mind seems to grow fuzzy with desire… What do you want most?" Your breathing grew more shallow with every word, every touch, your mind already knowing the answer but your heart racing to hear Edward's words. You swallowed hard, your voice a mix of arousal and vulnerability. "I…" You hesitated for a moment, your mind and body both in a state of sweet torment. You forced yourself to speak, your words coming out in a shaky whisper. "I want… I want…"

Edward chuckled softly, his touch becoming bolder, more possessive, as he knew he had you completely in his grasp. "Come on, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a soothing, yet demanding tone. He moved even closer, his body now almost pressed against yours, his breath warm against your ear. "Tell me what you want. What is it that you want when you're tangled up with me, when your body is begging for more? What is that thing you crave more than anything else in this moment?" Your body trembled with need, a low whimper escaping your lips as Edward's words and touch drove you crazy. You knew what you wanted, what your body ached for in that moment, but vocalizing it made it all too real. Yet, you found yourself whispering the words, your voice a breathy, needy plea. "I want… I want you, Eddie. I want you more than anything else in the world when we're together like this. I want your touch, your body, your everything. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything…" Edward let out a low, guttural sound at your words, a mix of satisfaction and desire. His fingers continued their teasing paths, now venturing under your shirt, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "There you go, darling," he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl. "You're being so good for me. So honest." His touch grew bolder, the tips of his fingers now reaching the sensitive skin above the waistband of your pants. "And do you want to know what I want, sweetheart?"

You could practically feel your heart hammering in your chest, your body responding to his touch and words like a symphony. You nodded weakly, your voice a shaky whisper. "Yes," you gasped, your breath catching in your throat. "Yes, tell me. I want to know what you want." Edward chuckled softly, his voice a low rumble against your skin as he leaned in, his lips tracing the line of your jaw. "What I want, darling, at that moment when our bodies are intertwined and the heat between us is like a wildfire. What I want is…" He paused, the anticipation hanging in the air like a thick veil. You could almost hear your own pulse throbbing in your ears, the silence in the room a deafening symphony of desire. Edward's fingers continued to trace slow circles on your hip, his touch growing more possessive, as if marking you as his own. "I want your complete and utter submission, sweetheart. In that moment, I want you to surrender to me. I want your body to be mine, every soft moan and shudder a gift for me to claim.." His words were like a delicious, sinful melody, igniting a fire in your core. Your body responded to his touch and words like a well-tuned instrument, a low moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. "Yes, Eddie…" You gasped, your voice a needy, breathy whisper. "Yes, I want to surrender to you. I want you to claim me completely. I want my body to be yours, every shiver and gasp a gift for you to do with as you please…"

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Yandere Husk Vs Yandere Alastor

Husk:

He's super possessive, obsessive, jealous, and clingy. He'll get violent if you even speak to the wrong people. He gets even worse if you try to leave.

He also refuses to let you out of his sight and gets extremely protective and angry if you get hurt or are in danger.

He'll also try to isolate you from others and convince you that he's the only person who's ever going to truly care for you.

He'll also get very obsessive over your behavior and constantly check-ins on you and your activities to make sure you're being "good."

He's also very affectionate, but it's more like manipulation than anything else.

Alastor:

Alastor as a yandere is possessive and clingy. He is also charming and sadistic. He would go to great lengths to keep the object of his affection close.

He would manipulate and gaslight you without a second thought.

He is obsessive. He would constantly shower you with gifts and affection, to the point that it can be overwhelming. He can also be very jealous.

He also tends to be very overprotective. He would not hesitate to use violence to keep anyone who he perceived as a threat to the relationship away.

He can also be quite clingy, constantly needing your attention and affection, and would get extremely upset if you ignore him or pay more attention to anyone else.

Alastor vs. Husk:

Alastor and Husk would be equally possessive and obsessed with the darling, each willing do anything to keep them from the other. There would be constant fights and power struggles over the darling's affection and attention.

It would become a very tumultuous and volatile situation, with the potential for things to turn violent and dangerous very quickly.

They would also likely try to sabotage each other, doing everything in their power to ensure that the other does not get closer to the darling. This could include spreading rumors, sabotaging relationships or even resorting to physical violence.

Ultimately, it would become a desperate and ruthless competition for the darling's love and attention, with each yandere willing to go to any lengths to come out on top.

Alastor stood very smug and condescending, taunting Husk and belittling his efforts to win you. "Oh, little drunk, you think you have a chance? How adorable." Husk would likely respond with a snarl and a few choice words of his own. "You're a pompous ass, you know that?" Alastor would smirk and chuckle, amused by Husk's anger. "Ah, the drunken kitty shows his claws. How quaint." Husk would seethe with anger, clearly not appreciating Alastor's dismissive attitude. "Shut it, you pompous jerk. You think you're so much better than me, don't you?" Alastor would simply laugh again, clearly enjoying winding Husk up. "Oh, but I am. I'm smarter, more charming and certainly more powerful. What do you have, little kitty? A bottle and a bad attitude?" Husk's fists would clench tightly, his irritation growing with every word that Alastor spoke. "I have more class and dignity than you, you prick. And I don't buy love with fancy words and empty promises like you do with my darling." Alastor's expression would twist into a sneer, annoyed at Husk's defiance. "Your darling? Oh, how quaint. You think you actually have a chance with them? You're nothing but a drunken distraction. I'm the one who will provide them with everything they need and more. They'll forget all about you in no time, little kitty." Husk snarled, enraged at Alastor's confidence and condescending tone. "You're delusional. You think because you're charming and powerful that you're entitled to them. You don't even know the first thing about my darling or what they want or need. I know them better than you ever could."

Alastor and Husk's argument escalated quickly, their emotions boiling over into full-on aggression. They lunged at each other, exchanging blows with wild ferocity. Alastor's smile grew wider as he dodged and countered the drunken cat's attacks with practiced ease. "You're nothing more than a pathetic drunk, trying to play at being a suitor!" Husk's response was to bare his teeth and swipe at Alastor with his claws, managing to leave scratches across the Radio Demon's cheek. "And you're a selfish bastard, trying to manipulate and control them!" They continued to fight with increasing intensity, their anger and determination fueling their every move. Alastor's normally calm demeanor was replaced with a feral and sadistic expression, as he reveled in the chaos. "You think you're good enough for them? You're nothing but a cheap imitation! I'll make sure they never look at you twice!" Husk's response was a furious roar as he slammed Alastor up against the wall with brute force. "Over my dead body! They're mine, you hear me?"

Alastor chuckled darkly, even in his current pinned position. "Oh, you poor, drunken fool. You think you can keep them away from me? I could have them begging for my attention within minutes if I wanted to!" Husk slammed him against the wall again, his claws digging into Alastor's shirt. "You're not getting anywhere near them, you bastard." Alastor smirked, unaffected by Husk's threats. "And what are you going to do to stop me, little kitty? Scratch me to death?" He pushed back against Husk, easily getting the cat off of him. "You're fighting a losing battle, and you know it. They'll never pick someone like you over someone as charismatic and powerful as me." Husk's lip curled into a snarl, his eyes full of determination. "You think they care about your fancy words and charismatic bullshit? They want someone who really cares about them. Someone who sees them for who they really are. Not some pompous ass who only wants to make them a trophy." He charged at Alastor, swiping his claws at him.

The fight turned more vicious and savage, with both Alastor and Husk fighting with a brutal intensity. They didn't hesitate to use any tactic at their disposal to get the upper hand. Alastor's once-calm demeanor was completely gone, replaced by a crazed and sadistic expression. He cackled with glee as he dodged Husk's attacks and retaliated with a vicious kick to the cat's side. Husk, driven by his own possessive rage, lunged at Alastor with wild abandon, his claws tearing deep scratches across the Radio Demon's skin. They fought like wild beasts, both equally determined to come out on top. Alastor taunted Husk with condescending remarks and cruel laughs, while Husk snarled and snapped at him like a feral cat. The entire fight was a chaotic and violent blur, with both yandere not holding anything back. They were locked in a brutal struggle, each willing to do whatever it took to win. Alastor was surprisingly agile, dodging and counterattacking with lightning-fast precision. He took great pleasure in taunting Husk, always with a mocking smile on his face. "You're weak, little kitty. You don't have the power or the cleverness to beat me. You're out of your league." Husk, on the other hand, was driven by a feral determination. He fought with unbridled intensity, using his claws and teeth to inflict as much harm on Alastor as possible. He refused to give up, even as he was battered and bruised by the Radio Demon's attacks.

Each blow that they landed on each other was brutal and calculated, leaving deep wounds and gashes in their wake. Alastor's once-pristine suit was torn and bloodied, while Husk's fur was matted with blood. They were both struggling to keep standing, their energy and stamina draining rapidly. Yet they continued to fight, fueled by their possessive rage and determination to emerge victorious. Alastor's manic grin never left his face, even as he took heavy blows from Husk's claws. He seemed to be enjoying the violence, his sadistic tendencies coming to the forefront. "You're tenacious, little kitty. I'll give you that much. But it's no match for me." Husk's eyes burned with a fiery determination, his body moving with an almost primal ferocity. "I'll never back down. I'll fight you to the death if I have to. I won't let you have them."

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Yandere List With Robb Stark

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

"Affection" is his strong point. He's always been affectionate and has a big heart. He can be very sensitive and clingy when it comes to you, and he'd do anything to please you and make you feel loved and cared for. He'd cuddle with you, hold you, kiss you, play with your hair, give you a lot of hugs, make sure you're well fed, and compliment you a lot.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Super messy. He's willing to get as messy as he possibly can for you. If you wanted him to go crazy and be a bloodthirsty, chaotic, messy, unhinged, feral, monster- then he will gladly go down that path that will only get more and more violent, bloody, and vicious with his love-fueled rage. Blood isn't a problem to him- not if its your sake.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He'd be super cruel- not that he'd enjoy it but in the moment, his only goal would be to break you and get you to comply. He'd mock you constantly, taunt you, get in your face, be extremely aggressive and rough, shove you around, even slap you, make fun of you, insult you, and overall, he'd be utterly ruthless. But that's just a tactic to get you to listen to him. He does feel guilty about it, though.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Other than kidnapping, he's willing to do pretty much anything against your will. He's not afraid to get his hands and his clothes dirtied. He's got a thing for using drugs to get you to behave, and he'd be more than willing to drug you, to knock you out to carry you around, to restrain you so you can't get away, to make you say whatever he wants you to say- and in short, he'll have you wrapped around his finger in no time.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He's very open to you. He trusts you wholeheartedly and is extremely vulnerable to you, almost to a fault. He'll be an open book with you. There's no secrets he'd hide from you- he'd tell you everything that's on his mind- and sometimes he'll tell you too much. His feelings- and his love- is laid bare for you, and the amount of vulnerable he is to you may seem downright pathetic at times, but he just cant keep anything hidden from you. You make him feel weak in the knees.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd love it. He'd be proud of you for fighting- for being able to try to escape his hold on you- but he'd take it as a personal challenge to break you. He wouldn't hold back- he'd shove you to the ground or against a wall and pin you there, he'd grab your arms and keep you from fighting, hell, he'd even gag you if you were too loud. But the fact that you're fighting only makes him want you more- it's hot to him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It might as well be a game. He thinks you're soo cute, all scared and helpless, trying to escape him. He loves the fact that he can overpower you with such ease, that he can restrain you and keep you close, right where he can keep a close, protective eye on you. And it's adorable how much you struggle, how much you fight, how you try to crawl away from him. How he's able to pick you up like a rag doll and throw you over his shoulder, laughing at your efforts.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The worst experiences with him would involve him being completely, utterly unhinged. He'd act like an animal as he loses all control- his mind is clouded by love for you, that it becomes obsession. He'd be an absolute monster, taking pleasure in your fear, as he pins you down, kisses you hard, and makes it very, very clear that you belong to him. But he isn't thinking when he's like this, this is just a moment of blind, wild, love-fueled lust.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

An ideal future- a perfect future- to him would be one with you and him together- forever. He doesn't just want you to be his for now, he wants you to be with him, by his side, for the rest of your lives. He wants marriage, a nice, cozy home together, a family with a cute, sweet little kid that's a mix of you both. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, until he grows old. If he had it his way- you'd never leave him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets extremely jealous. He doesn't like seeing you around other guys- he's always keeping an eye on you. He's possessive, and he's always watching every person that you talk to- hell, he may get a bit violent. He'll pull you to his side, hold you close, glare at anyone that looks at you the wrong way, and he very clearly displays that you belong to only him. It makes him furious to even see other guys talk to you.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's very affectionate around you, always showering you with kisses, hugs, touches, cuddles, and compliments. He'll give you small, sweet, little kisses all over your face- your eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, forehead, everywhere he can reach. You'd be constantly touched, held, loved, and smothered with affection. He's utterly obsessed with kissing you, especially on the lips- which you'll be kissed on every five minutes or so. And his kisses will be intense, passionate, and demanding.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He'd leave little notes or doodles for you- all with sweet, little, loving messages for you, or little pictures of you and him. And at night, while you're sleeping, he'd sneak into your room, lay down with you, and just hold you to his chest, cuddling you, kissing your forehead, and whispering sweet I love yous to you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

His mask is extremely convincing. He's able to fake a normal, sweet facade, and make everyone believe that he's just a normal guy. To everyone but you, he's a well-mannered, sweet, polite, calm guy, who is kind to everyone, and is a people pleaser. But when he's around you, all that kind, sweet guy crap drops, and he reveals his true self, the obsessed, aggressive, possessive, sadistic, intense guy that you and you alone get to see.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He's very sadistic, and you'd get punished for even the smallest of infractions, no matter if the 'crime' was accidental, or was something minor. He'd grab you, pin you to the nearest surface, and give you a firm spank to start off your punishment- but that'll quickly escalate into a lot more. He'd have you over his lap, or have you bent over in front of him, making your punishment a very, very intimate experience for the both of you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You wouldn't even have any rights, darling. Once he has you, you belong to him, and your rights mean nothing. You'd be his property, and you'd be constantly reminded of it. He'd control you, and he'd keep you under a close eye, never letting you out of his sight. Hell, he'd probably even chain you to something, just to make sure you're unable to leave at any given moment. Not that you'd be able to, anyway…

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's extremely patient with you, to a surprising degree actually. He's able to tolerate your mood swings, your stubbornness, your bratty behavior, but you should be warned that eventually, the last string of his patience will snap, and he'll go from sweet and patient to possessive and aggressive in 2.3 seconds, if you push your luck too much or act out of line for too long a time. But overall, he's surprisingly tolerant of you, and he'll deal with you, no matter how difficult you act.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Never. He would never move on. He'd obsessively try to get you back. He wouldn't be able to deal with it, losing you. He'd do absolutely anything to get you back. If you die, he'll have a damn mental breakdown. If you leave, he'll lose it and come after you. And if you escape successfully, he'll hunt you down- and he'll bring you back, even if it's the last thing he does. Never underestimate his obsession.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He may have felt guilt when he abducted you, at first- but that guilt quickly vanished when he realized how much you actually make him happy, how much he adores you. He may have felt a small pang of guilt in the beginning but it's completely gone now, and he just feels happy, possessive, and proud to have you. He would never, never let you go. He cant let you go. You're his now. His and only his.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

A deep-seated loneliness and a very strong protective nature is what began it. His protective nature got cranked up to max, as well as his desire for affection, love, and connection. He got tired of being alone, and it only got worse when there was a certain someone that caught his eye and made him realize that they were perfect for him in every way.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He loves and hates it. He loves to watch you cry, seeing your tear-streaked face and hearing your soft sobs and sniffles makes him very happy. But at the same you're crying, he feels this deep, painful pang in his heart. He wants to soothe you, comfort you, wipe away your tears, tell you everything will be okay, hold you close, and kiss your head. But he hates when you isolate yourself. You're his, and you're not allowed to hide away from him.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's definitely a unique yandere. He's also more physical as opposed to mental. He won't be using mind games to break you, but instead, he'll use physical, hands-on methods to dominate you and keep you under his control, and he'll use violence and force if he has to if you try to defy or defy him. He's basically if a yandere and a stereotypical mafia mobster had a love child.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His one weakness is his deep protectiveness of you. His extreme need for you to be close to him can be taken advantage of and used against him. He's also vulnerable to any kind of physical affection you give him. He melts under affection- so you can very easily manipulate him. He's also very, very sensitive to your distress, and when you cry, he becomes extremely vulnerable to you. He would do anything to make your crying stop, and you can use that to your advantage.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He would 100% hurt you. He doesn't like doing it, but if you push his buttons, if you push him to his limit, he'll get rough and forceful. He'll be aggressive, and he'll use violence to keep you under his control, in line. He's not afraid to put you in your place, even if it means hurting you. But he won't ever try to kill you. Your safety and well-being is his top priority, and he'll only hurt you if he feels the need to.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He'd go to literally any length to win you over. He'd revere you, adore you, love you more than anything on the planet. You're his entire world, his whole life, you are his everything and nothing compares to you. He'll do absolutely anything to make you his, and he'll worship you like a goddess, putting you on the highest pedestal. He'd kill to have you in his arms. You're his entire reason for living, his very reason for existence.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He'd be pining after you for a long time before he actually took action. He could deal with it for a while, seeing you every day and not being able to have you, seeing you and desperately wishing he could touch you and hold you. He'd yearn for you for months and months, his heart slowly going insane every day. But eventually, his desire and need for you would be too much to ignore, and he'll snap and he'll finally take action and take you for his own.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He'd break you eventually, completely break you. He won't mean to, he'll just love too hard. He's obsessive, aggressive, possessive, desperate, and downright insane. That's a recipe for disaster, and in the end, he'll break you. He's just too intense and extreme in his yandere tendencies for you to ever remain completely unbroken and unscathed by him, eventually, he'll break you and you'll become his completely.

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Kink Lists

NHL

Kink List With Trevor Zegras

Kink List With Jamie Drysdale

Kink List With Sidney Crosby

Kink List With John Marino

Kink List With Juraj Slafkovsky

Kink List With Kirby Dach

Kink List With Cole Caufield

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Kink List With Arber Xhekaj

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Kink List With Nico Hischier

Kink List With Jack Hughes

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Kink List With Quinn Hughes

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Vikings

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Bridgerton

Kink List With Anthony Bridgerton

Kink List With Benedict Bridgerton

Hellspawn

Kink List With Spawn

Obey Me Shall We Date

Kink list with Lucifer

Kink list with Mammon

Kink list with Leviathan

Kink list with Satan

Kink list with Asmodeus

Kink list with Beelzebub

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Hotd/Got

Kink List With Jaime Lannister

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DC / Marvel

Kink List With Clark Kent

Hazbin Hotel

Gran Turismo

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18+ Part 2

Smut thoughts:

Fic Smuts:

Obey Me Shall We Date

House Of The Dragon / Game Of Thrones

Hellspawn

Mortal Kombat

Stranger Things

DC / Marvel

NHL

Vikings

Gran Turismo

Wednesday

Hazbin Hotel

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May I have Delusional Logan Howlett please?

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Hey babes, can I request a small ville Clark Kent nsfw alphabet/fluff alphabet (or is it too greedy)? Maybe he and Lois call things off and now he’s moving on (bonus if the human partner use kryptonite to get a boost to handle 🙈)

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Can you write dating yandere Massimo Torricelli would include ? Please

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hello this is my first time requesting on this blog and may I please ask for an overlord husk x shy dog sinner reader and the kind of dog reader is a Cocker Spaniel like lady from lady and the tramp

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Could you possibly write another Timo based story? Doesn’t matter what length. The theme being cockwarming and or sub!Timo. Either one shall suffice. You are my go to for Timo based fanfic so I thank you.

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I loved your Clayton keller one. Can you do one where you teach Clay how to cook and he gets distracted and this get a lil spicy 😚

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Hiiii are you taking requests? I’m in desperate need of more massimo torricelli imagines/one shots and there’s literally 0 fanfics for him 😭 if not it’s ok :)

Hi, I'm always open to requests! I'm not so used to him yet, but some details of what you'd like and I'll add it to the list, though it might take just a little bit due to personal matters.

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sometimes writing feels like dragging your brain across gravel. but at least the gravel is sparkly. and covered in metaphors.

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

[blakeswritingimagines]

I Left Something Turned On At Home

Summary: Attempting to teach your boyfriend to cook was harder than it proved.

Warnings: Teasing, Fem leaning reader, Clay cooking, Flirting, Kitchen sex, PnV, Unprotected sex, Nipple/Breast play, Can't honestly think of what else.

Word Count: 3.3k

Clayton is standing in the kitchen with a clueless expression on his face as he looks at the ingredients and utensils scattered across the counter, his blue eyes darting around like a lost puppy. "I have no idea where to even start," he says with a slight chuckle. You stand by him, arms crossed and an amused smile on your lips as you study him. You're aware of his lack of skills in the kitchen, which adds to your enjoyment. "That's why I'm here to teach you, silly." Clayton gives a sheepish grin in response before turning his attention back to the counter. "I feel like a total novice in here." He picks up a wooden spoon and taps it against his palm, an action that betrays his nervousness. You can't help but find his clumsiness endearing as you step closer to him and pick up a whisk. "Every expert starts somewhere." The smile on your face is both encouraging and teasing.

Clayton sets down the spoon, a slight pout on his face as if he's being scolded. "I'm terrible at this," he admits, leaning his hip against the counter, crossing his arms. "Cooking is not my forte." You reach out and gently nudge his shoulder with your own, a gesture that tells him you're taking his self-criticism lightly. "You haven't even started yet." With a smirk, you nudge him again. "Stop complaining. Let's just see how much of a disaster you'll be." Clayton lets out an exaggerated sigh, his shoulders slumping. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he accuses, a playful hint in his tone. "Seeing me fumble around like a fool." You can't deny his words, so you simply give him a mischievous smile and hold up the whisk in your hand. "It's just amusing to witness the great Clayton Keller struggling with simple kitchen tasks." Clayton rolls his eyes but it's obvious he's not really offended. He pushes off his hip, standing straight again. "Alright, alright. I get it, I'm hopelessly inept in the kitchen," he acquiesces, running a hand through his hair. The sight of his slightly tousled locks makes your heart flutter in your chest. "But I'm a fast learner."

You can't help but raise an eyebrow in mild skepticism, a smirk on your face. "Oh, really? We'll see about that," you say. "Let's start with something simple. You can handle chopping vegetables, right?" You pick up a knife and a carrot, handing them to him. Clayton's confident expression falters as he takes the knife and carrot from you. He looks at the carrot in his hand like it's some alien object he's never seen before. "Uh… sure. Chopping vegetables, how hard could that be?" His words are more bravado than conviction. You watch as Clayton attempts to chop the carrot, his movements slow and awkward. Instead of smooth, even cuts, he ends up with uneven, messy chunks. It's clear he has zero confidence in what he's doing. You try your best not to laugh at his disastrous effort but it's getting increasingly difficult. Clayton's face turns a shade of red as he looks at his butchered carrot pieces. "This is harder than it looks!" he defends himself, trying to justify his poor job. He glances up at you, seeing the amused twinkle in your eyes, and sighs dramatically. "Stop smirking. I know it's not perfect but I'm trying here." You can't help but let out a small laugh at his wounded ego. "Trying, yes, but succeeding… not so much," you respond, a teasing tone in your voice. "Here." You stand closer to him, adjusting his grip on the knife, and guide his hand through the motions with hand over hand like he was a child. "Like this."

Clayton's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as you stand close to him and maneuver his hand with yours. It's a strange contrast, the confident and charismatic Clayton Keller being directed by someone else. However, he doesn't protest; instead, he lets you guide him, his gaze flicking between the knife and your face. "Okay, maybe I do need some help," he mutters, his pride slightly wounded yet softened by the warmth of your proximity. You continue guiding Clayton, showing him the correct way to hold the knife and chop the carrots. "See? It's not so hard," you encourage him, a gentle smile on your face. Despite his initial awkwardness, Clayton is slowly getting the hang of it. His hand moves with more confidence, and the chopped pieces are starting to look like actual vegetables. "You're getting it," you praise him, watching him intently. Clayton's expression brightens a bit with your words of encouragement. He nods, a hint of determination in his eyes as he continues to chop the vegetables with improved accuracy. "I guess I just needed a bit of guidance," he admits, his tone lighter than before. "And maybe some distraction from having a beautiful woman pressed up against me." He grins playfully, the familiar flirtatious nature of his returning. You roll your eyes but can't hide the small flush on your cheeks. Typical Clayton, always trying to steer the conversation in a suggestive direction. "You're impossible," you retort, though the humor in your voice betrays your mock annoyance. "Focus on the veggies, Casanova." Clayton chuckles at your retort, his hand momentarily pausing. "Can't blame a guy for trying," he replies, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously before focusing back on the vegetables. "But you make it incredibly difficult to concentrate." He gives you a sidelong glance, a smirk on his face, and resumes chopping the vegetables.

As you continue guiding him through the cooking process, Clayton finds it increasingly difficult to keep his attention solely on the vegetables and stirring them. His gaze keeps involuntarily drifting to you, taking in the subtle nuances of your features, the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. His fingers brush lightly against your skin each time he takes another ingredient from your hands, sending a jolt of electricity through you both. "You're a lot more distracting than I anticipated," he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of desire. You try to maintain a casual tone as you respond, your heart pounding in your chest from his proximity and his low, intimate voice. "I think that's payback for all the times you've distracted me with your charming grins and witty comments." You take the pan from his hand, your fingers grazing over his knuckles slightly. "Now stay focused, tough guy." Clayton's eyes flash with a mix of challenge and playfulness. He leans in, his chest nearly brushing against yours, and whispers, "It's hard to focus when I have a beautiful woman invading my personal space, giving me orders." His warm breath fans across your skin, making you shiver. His hand lightly touches your waist, the gesture an almost subconscious move of possessiveness.

The close proximity makes your breath hitch in your throat, your mind struggling to focus on anything other than the way he's looking at you, the heat radiating from his body. You try to regain control, attempting to sound nonchalant, but the slight huskiness in your voice betrays your emotions. "I'm merely here to ensure you don't burn the whole kitchen down." Your heart skips a beat as his hand on your waist tightens slightly, his fingers tracing light circles over the fabric of your shirt. Clayton's lips curl into a wolfish grin as he hears the huskiness in your voice. He steps even closer to you, his body almost pressed against yours, the distance between you so slim it's barely noticeable. His hand on your waist pulls you a fraction closer, his touch possessive and intimate. "Is that so?" he murmurs, leaning closer to your ear. "Or are you just secretly enjoying bossing me around?" Your heart rate accelerates at his closeness, his words sending tingles down your spine. "Bossing you around?" you respond, trying to maintain composure, but your voice betrays a hint of both desire and defiance. Despite your attempts, your body seems to gravitate towards his, your hips gently touching. "Maybe I just like seeing you out of your element. Humbled and needy for once." Clayton's gaze darkens with desire at your response. "Needy?" he echoes, his hand on your waist sliding to your lower back, pulling your bodies flush against each other. He leans in, his face only inches from yours, his breath warm on your cheek. "You have no idea how badly I need you right now." His other hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb gently brushing against your jaw. The tension between you is palpable, the kitchen fading into the background.

Your heart flutters at the raw desire in his words, the intensity in his eyes making your knees weak. His touch is both gentle and demanding, sending waves of heat coursing through you. "You're a contradiction, Clayton Keller," you whisper, your gaze meeting his, your breath quickening. "Cocky and arrogant on the outside, yet vulnerable and needy deep down." Your hand finds its way to his chest, feeling the firmness of it. Clayton's eyes soften momentarily at your observation, a hint of vulnerability peeking through. He presses his forehead against yours, his hand at your face shifting to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling gently in your hair. "You see through my bullshit, always have," he mutters, a hint of admiration in his voice. His thumb traces the outline of your lower lip. "And you always know how to break down my defenses." Your heart stutters at the rawness in his words and the tender gesture. Your hands find his hips, gripping on to him slightly, your body betraying your desire to close the last remaining distance between you. "And you never play fair," you respond, your voice laced with a hint of both accusation and affection. "Your cocky smirk and smooth talk always get to me."

Clayton chuckles softly, a sound that's filled with both arrogance and adoration. His fingers gently tug on your hair, tilting your head back slightly to expose your neck. "Guilty as charged," he murmurs, his lips hovering just above the sensitive skin there, sending a shiver down your spine. "But you love it when I get cocky." He presses a soft kiss to the base of your throat, his warm breath hot against your skin as his hands move down to lift you onto the kitchen counter. A gasp escapes your lips as he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter, his body now standing between your thighs. Your hands cling to his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. The proximity and his mouth on your neck make your mind hazy with desire. "You're insufferable," you whisper, your voice barely hiding how utterly and completely he affects you. Clayton hums against your neck, his lips tracing a path up to your jawline, the stubble on his chin scraping gently against your skin. "Yet you can't get enough of me," he responds, his voice low and smooth. His hands slide up your thighs, coming to rest on your hips, his fingers tracing lazy circles against the cloth of your pants. He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, his body pressing firmly against yours. A soft moan escapes your throat at the sensation of his lips on your neck, his hands on your hips. Your head falling back slightly to give him better access. Your fingers tighten their grip on his shoulders, nails scratching lightly through the fabric of his shirt. "You have no idea what you do to me, Clayton." You whisper, your voice husky with need. "Every touch, every kiss… it sets my whole body on fire." As he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, you wrap your legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the hard length of him pressed against your core. "But if you burn the food you're meant to be learning how to cook. I'm not forgiving you."

He chuckles softly against your skin, the vibration traveling through your body. "Don't worry, baby. I've got this under control." His hands move from your hips to cup your face, tilting your head back further so he can look into your eyes. The intensity in his gaze takes your breath away. "I want to taste every inch of you," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "To feel your body respond to mine." He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you dizzy. One hand slides down to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him while the other tangles in your hair. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both panting. "Tell me to stop," he challenges, his voice rough with desire. "And I will, and we can continue with our cooking lesson." Your heart races as he cups your face, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. When he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, you melt into him, your body molding perfectly against his. The challenge in his voice makes your pulse quicken, your resolve wavering. You know you should insist they finish the meal first, but the heat building between your legs is becoming impossible to ignore. "Clayton…" you breathe out, your hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck. "If we don't eat soon, we might pass out from hunger later." Despite your words, you arch into him, craving more of his touch. "But maybe just one more minute?" You suggest, biting your lower lip teasingly.

A slow smirk spreads across his face as he hears your suggestion. "One minute?" He repeats, his voice laced with amusement. "Oh sweetheart, I think we both know that won't be nearly enough time for what I have planned." He steps back slightly, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. With a swift motion, he pulls it over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. His eyes darken as they roam over your exposed skin, taking in every curve and dip. "God, you're beautiful," he whispers reverently, before leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. His hands find the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. The cool air hits your breasts as he pushes the garment off your shoulders, exposing them to his hungry gaze. You gasp as he removes your shirt, the cold air hitting your bare skin making your nipples pebble instantly. His heated gaze sends a wave of arousal coursing through your body, leaving you aching for his touch. "Clay…" you whimper, arching into his kisses, craving more contact. As he reaches behind you to unhook your bra, you let out a soft moan, your body trembling with anticipation. Once your bra falls away, you reach for his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. "Please," you plead, tugging at the fabric impatiently. "I need to feel you."

He doesn't hesitate, quickly removing his own shirt and tossing it aside. The warmth of his skin against yours sends electric jolts through your body. His hands explore your curves, mapping out every dip and swell with reverence. "So perfect," he murmurs against your skin, trailing kisses down your chest until he reaches your breast. He takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His hand massages your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You moan loudly, your head falling back as pleasure courses through you. His free hand slips under the waistband of your pants, his fingers finding your most intimate area. "Already so wet for me," he purrs, rubbing slow circles over your clit. "Fuck, baby, you're driving me crazy." Your body arches into his touch, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips as he lavishes attention on your breasts. The dual sensations of his mouth on one nipple and his fingers playing with the other send waves of pleasure radiating through your core. "Yes! Oh god, yes!" you cry out, your hips bucking against his hand seeking more friction. "More, please Clay, I need more!" As he rubs your clit, you feel yourself growing wetter by the second, your juices coating his fingers. "Touch me," you beg shamelessly, your hands frantically working to undo his belt. "I need to feel you inside me. Please, Clayton, fuck me right here on this counter." He groans at your desperate pleas, his cock twitching in response. In one fluid motion, he stands upright and undoes his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. His boxers follow suit, revealing his impressive erection.

He stands fully naked now, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look at you," he growls, stepping back between your legs. "All spread out for me, begging to be filled." He grabs your hips, yanking you to the very edge of the counter. He thrusts deep inside you, stretching you deliciously as he gives you a moment to adjust. "Fuuuuck," he moans, his head falling back in ecstasy. "Always so tight for me." He starts to move, setting a steady rhythm as he pounds into you relentlessly. You cry out in pure bliss as he fills you completely, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. "Yes! Oh god, yes!" you scream, your nails raking down his back as he begins to move. Each powerful thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Harder!" you demand, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. "Make me come, baby. Make me come all over your big, thick cock." Your words seem to spur him on, his pace becoming even more frenzied. You can feel your orgasm building rapidly, your muscles tensing as the pressure becomes almost unbearable. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna come!" you warn, your voice strained with impending release. He feels your walls starting to flutter around him, signaling your approaching climax. "That's it, baby," he encourages, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Come for me. Let go." He reaches between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it furiously. That extra stimulation proves to be too much, and you explode around him, crying out his name as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you. "Fuck, yes! Just like that," he groans, continuing to pump into you as you ride out your orgasm. The rhythmic squeezing of your walls pushes him over the edge, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, spilling his seed. He collapses against you, both of you panting heavily as you try to catch your breath.

Your entire body shakes uncontrollably as your orgasm rips through you, your vision going white as wave after wave of intense pleasure consumes you. "Clay!" you scream, your voice raw with passion. As he follows you over the edge, filling you with his hot cum, you cling to him desperately, riding out the aftershocks together. When it's finally over, you slump back against the counter, your limbs feeling like jelly. He rests his forehead against yours, both of you struggling to regain your breath. "Holy shit," you manage to say, your voice hoarse. "That was… wow." He chuckles weakly, pressing a tender kiss to your swollen lips. "Yeah, wow pretty much sums it up." He slowly pulls out of you, watching as his cum drips down your thigh. The sight sends a fresh wave of lust through him, despite having just finished. "As much as I'd love to stay here and ravish you all night," he says regretfully, reaching for some paper towels to clean you both up. "We really should check on dinner." You nod in agreement, reluctantly disentangling yourself from him. Together, you gather your clothes and dress quickly. As you walk towards the stove, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Round two after we eat?" he asks hopefully, nuzzling your neck. You laugh, playfully swatting at him. "Maybe. If you promise to actually pay attention to the cooking this time." He grins, placing a quick kiss on your lips. "Deal."