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TW: Dead Dove, DO NOT EAT

Thinking about trying to run away from Yandere!Cater and constantly running into him. Every corner turned, he’s there. You nearly trip over your own feet with how quickly you turn and run into him, changing to the opposite direction only to run straight into the original. Cater, eyes puffy from crying, holding you tightly and sobbing into the crook of your neck.

“Why did you leave me?! I can be whoever you want me to be! You don’t like silly Cay-Cay? I can change. Maybe you’ll like it more if I expressed myself more honestly…? Yes, that has to be it!” Cater mumbles as you struggled, his arms tightening around your body, pinning your own arms to your side. “I’ll show you just how far I’ll go for you and only you!”

His copies grab onto you, too many arms to count holding you down in the forest surrounding NRC. A conjured rope binds your legs together and another wraps around your wrists. Cater climbing onto you and kissing you all over. Face, lips, neck, inhaling the scent of your hair. He pulls out a little bottle and inside were… gummies? They looked like the edibles you used to take with Cater on the weekends, back when you two were still okay.

“Remember these? I had Trey help me flavor these just like your favorite treat! Just one of these and you’ll feel soooo nice and relaxed! Look how cute the little kitties are!” Cater took one out of the bottle, squishing slightly to show you the jelly cat. A foreboding feel crept up your spine. Before you could answer, Cater’s nails were digging into your jaw, forcing your mouth open and shoving the gummy, as well as two fingers, down your throat. He pulled his fingers away before you could bite him.

Your vision started to swim immediately. Must’ve been magic. You didn’t black out the way you thought you would. Instead, the ropes released you and Cater picked you up. You giggled with how silly you probably looked in the tall twink’s arms. He must have been working out with Deuce just for you, how sweet. Cater kissed your nose and you leaned in closer to him.=, laying your head on his shoulder.

“I promise to only be honest with you from now on,” Cater murmurs in your ear, beaming at the adorably dopey look in your eyes. He’ll have to make an adjustment to the strength of the gummies, but keeping like you for a while wouldn’t hurt���

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Uhhh, I’m alive? Idk, I’ve been dealing with a lot of funerals and family drama that is STILL ongoing, so sorry about the long wait. I’m trying to write again because it does help, but idk how soon I can finish a piece. I’ll do my best. I really wanna finish add to my vampire Neige piece since one of my mutual is a Neige addict, and I really wanna keep working on my angsty twst piece.

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Woohoo!

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TW: Suicide, no explicit gore.

Where did it all go wrong? Where did you mess up? All you wanted was to make a friend… no. Not even that. You were fine on your own. You just wanted to be left alone. Why was that so hard for people to understand? But hey, not like it matters anymore. Not when you stood at the very top of Ramshackle Dorm, spinning and twisting with an elegance that belied your frail figure. How many skills did you master in a single year just to try and be accepted?

‘Not that it matters anymore, I suppose.’

You tried to learn proper etiquette and tried to memorize all of the 810 rules in the Heartslabyul dorm, learned to bake to try and lessen Trey’s burden, learned to fucking work with boiling sugar to make candies. You learned gymnastics and both street and mixed martial arts to try and fit in Savanaclaw. You worked in the Monstro Lounge and covered a certain eel merman’s shifts for free, mind you, and learned to be that picture perfect customer server in Octavinelle.

You were now able to keep up with even Jamil’s moves in Scarabia out of pure desperation to fit in, even going as far as to grow the rare spices that Jamil used in his cooking. You studied fashion, sewing, and designing clothing lines in a poor attempt to be helpful to Vil, though you were often met with condescending remarks about your competence. You rescued Idia from every social interaction you could and tried to learn a bit about fixing up machines from Ortho.

You learned how to wield some close range weapons, like a dagger and a short sword, learned more hand to hand combat, learned to throw a goddamn ax! You learned so many skills all for NOTHING! But it was fine, everything was fine. That’s what your midnight performance was for. It took just a few flutters of your step sibling’s eyelashes, a couple tears, and some well-placed whispers to make you out to be some sort of greedy, vicious monster with a volatile personality.

But it was fine.

You spun faster and faster on the creaky roof, finally stopping and leaping gracefully off, legs outstretched and soon

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This is fucking amazing. I just- I have no words

White Doves And Red Roses by @neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill

Thank you very much for the Neige fic, I was going to do a silly scene (the one at the beginning actually) but it escalated to this and well, here we are

I gave up in the background, please just ignore it

With permission, I'm going to hibernate for two hours

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Tw: Blood, gore, death(?), yandere behavior. Art by: @ironicallyenraptured

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

GN!Reader x Vampire!Neige. For a little extra context, NRC and RSA are normal schools in a "human only" AU. Part one?

White Doves And Red Roses

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"It's... a corpse?! The bet was supposed to be about me kissing a frog!" You cried out in shock. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted your dumbasses the second you led me into this creepy ass castle!"

Yes, you came out in the middle of the night to a surprisingly well-kept- and by well-kept, you meant that it wasn't falling apart as if time had stopped -castle with five of your friends for you to kiss the rumored corpse.

"We never said anything about a frog," Epel snickered.

Ace nodded and showed off that shit-eating-grin of his. "I said you had to kiss something cold and that it lived in a misty environment!"

You grimaced. "Yeah, I thought you meant a frog by Glass Lake since it's always foggy in this stupid forest! Ugh, no wonder you shelled out fifty bucks each to make two hundred fifty dollars for this bet. Should've known better."

"INDEED! THIS SHOULD BE A LESSON FOR YOU!" Sebek damn-near burst your eardrums.

Jack nodded in agreement. "You already took the money, so you can't back out now."

You groaned, "ugh, I know... but I'm surprised that you and Sebek agreed to partake. Fifty bucks ain't exactly chump change."

"That was all Juice's work-" Ace started before he was cut off by a certain former delinquent.

"It's Deuce, you asshole!" Deuce grumbled. "Yeah, I managed to convince them to pitch in. Wasn't too hard, to be honest."

You sighed and accepted your corpse-kissing fate. Well, it was probably just a wax doll. A real corpse would have deteriorated a long time ago. The body in the glass and gold bejeweled casket seemed almost alive with how realistic it was.

Short, raven black hair framed the young man's face with deep red lips and porcelain skin, a perfect doll. You swore you could almost hear him breathing when you had Jack and Sebek help you remove the top removed the top, but you heard no heartbeat when you pressed your head against his chest. Shrugging your shoulders, you took a deep breath and pecked-

"Make sure you keep your lips on his for at least three seconds!" Epel shouted as the others hooted and whistled at you.

Sonova- You shuddered and pressed your lips fully on the surprisingly soft lips of the doll.

One. Nothing.

Two. Did the doll's fingers twitch?

Three- Doe-like brown eyes opened.

"Agh!" You backed away with a yelp, clutching your rapidly beating heart. "Holy mother of sweet fuck- what the hell?! How much did those five pay you to lay there for that long?" You laughed and turned around to your friends.

"Uh... w-we didn't pay no one..." Ace stuttered out. Jack and Sebek were already in defensive stances as Epel and Deuce raised their fists.

You scoffed. "Oh, sure. And I broke some curse with true love's first kiss. I'm not falling for it." You shook your head as the man climbed out of the coffin, nearly falling before you helped him stand, offering your arm.

"Thank you, kind human," the man mumbled and swung an arm around your neck to stabilize himself, his head resting on your shoulder.

You frowned, slightly worried. "Hey, you alright? You seem really weak and you're real pale. How long have you been in there?"

"Y/n!" Jack hissed, trying to pull you away.

You swatted his arm. "Jack, this guy's obviously- wait, what did you call me?" You turned to the doll-like man.

"Human. Are you a vampire like myself? That can't be right, since you smell so very sweet right now," Neige explained and sniffed your neck. You flinched back, dropping Neige on the floor with another yelp, hiding behind Jack. You ran, pulling Epel and Deuce along and the others followed.

"W-wait, my love!" Neige cried after you, but there was NO chance of you staying behind with a vampire(?) as you ran out the castle and to Jack's truck as he floored it and sped off into the night. You all didn't speak for nearly an hour before you finally decided to break the silence.

"So... you definitely didn't pay him?"

"NO!" Came the loud replies.

"Ya think we had that kinda cash after spendin' our savings on this bet?!" Epel's natural accent flowed freely with the stress of what just happened hitting him all at once.

You nodded as your purple haired friend made a very good point. Sebek, for once, was quiet before suddenly shouting.

"JACK, THERE'S A-"

And then the truck hit something very large, sending Ace, Deuce, and Epel out the front window as the truck rolled down a steep hill, coming to a stop only when the driver's side hit a large tree. You barely managed to crawl out of the wreckage, vision blurring and the smell of smoke and burning gasoline wafting thick in the air.

Sebek and Jack must've been unconscious, but you could only cry as you were too injured to pull them out of the wreckage. You kept coughing blood and your head was bleeding profusely. A slight figure entered your peripherals before you blacked out.

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When you came to, the first thing you noticed was that you were starving. You opened your eyes, wincing when your stomach growled. The door opened suddenly and Neige entered, looking very worried, carrying a tray of what smelled like tomato soup.

"I'm so glad you woke up! It took me a while to regain my strength, so by the time I was able to hunt a few beasts, feed properly, and then go after you to explain myself, you and your comrades had crashed into a large rock. I... wasn't able to save them..." Neige explained as he helped you sit up.

"W-what hap... happened?" You wheezed out, trying and failing miserably to get a proper sentence out, failing to ask what had become of your friends.

Neige blew on a spoonful of tomato soup to cool it down before feeding it to you. "I couldn't save them.. but I wasn't the only one in the area, luckily. Some were-beasts took your white haired friend, a rather strong group of faeries took your greed haired friend, and a pair of yokai took the red haired and blue haired ones. As for the purple haired one, an old... acquaintance took him under his wing."

"A...live?" You asked weakly, clutching at your throat. Neige handed you a honey scented tea and nodded. You cried softly, thankful and scared at the same time.

"That's right. They're alive. As are you, since you are under my care. And alive you shall stay as long as you are with me," Neige cooed and cupped your cheeks. "If it weren't for you, I'd have stayed cursed forever! You must be my true love."

It was a bet. Just a stupid bet. And now you were injured and stuck with a love-sick vampire.

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Did I mention that during the Stitch event, I got Riddle four times in a row? No? OK then-

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This was my pull from the last event, lol. Forgot to post it, ig

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TW: Yandere shit, probably dead dove, don't read under this cut if you can't handle gore or manipulations or mentions of, well, death.

I got the definitions from a friend who copied them from I don't really know where, but I think it's someone from Tumblr.

Types of yanderes:

Clingy:

This Yandere type is too emotionally dependent on their Darling. They’re emotionally fragile; requiring constant attention and support. They’re the type to constantly phone and text their Darling, and they can feel overwhelmed if the subject of their clinginess isn’t around. They work to insert themselves into their beloved’s personal life and become very angry when their Darling is not available to them. Their smothering is draining.

Obsessive:

This Yandere type is fixated; their Darling is the only thing on their mind, and it’s taking over. The obsessive Yandere is a prisoner to their own thoughts. Their obsession leads to poor eating, sleeping habits and withdrawal from society. They’re the type to spend so much time fantasizing about the relationship they could have and how it might evolve: that first meeting, a rescue scenario, being the one person their Darling trusts with their most intimate secrets, an instant bond and connection, sexual fantasies, etc. This is typically the type stalkers fall into.

Possessive:

This Yandere type needs to own and dominate their Darling. They become aggressive if their ownership is threatened and grow angry if their Darling makes independent decisions. They want the Darling utterly dependent on them and they will remove all of their safety nets to do so: friends and family members who support them, financial assets and savings, much-needed resources, etc. 

Manipulative:

This Yandere type will exercise unscrupulous control and influence over their Darling. This is the type of Yandere were their relationship with their Darling will appear normal. If their Darling is already in a relationship, they will use a position of trust to create wedges between in that relationship. And once they are together, the Yandere will do everything to stop them from leaving, from encouraging co-dependence to using their Darling’s secrets and weaknesses against them.

Overprotective:

This Yandere type is inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise their Darling to an obsessive degree. They never leave their Darling alone, and they don’t know how to balance their concern with respect for their Darling’s independence and freedom. They believe they’re acting in their beloved’s best interest, but they come across as overbearing, bossy, or controlling.

Sadistic:

This Yandere type will intentionally cause suffering by bringing about emotional or physical harm to their Darling and will derive pleasure from doing so. They’re the type to spreading rumors and lies about their Darling to isolate them. Or let their Darling escape only to dash their hopes by re-capturing them. They’re fascinated with the physical, mental, and emotional limitations of their Darling and how to reach them. They just want to watch their beloved squirm under their control.

Delusional:

This Yandere type holds the belief or impressions that their Darling already loves them, which is typically contradicted by reality. They take their Darling’s actions the wrong way; if they do something out of kindness, the Yandere will think it’s out of love. If their Darling says they don’t love the Yandere, they’ll think it’s all lies, or they’re Darling is just shy. Their love distorts the reality they perceive. 

Self-indulgent:

This Yandere type wants to be worshipped by their Darling. They’re selfish, satisfying their own desires and whims without restraint. They act according to what they want rather than thinking of what’s best for themselves or others. They want their Darling to pamper them and often express impatience when gratification is delayed. They have a “me first” attitude and become disgruntled when having to do something that isn’t on their agenda.

Impulsive:

This Yandere type acts on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought, which makes them one of the more dangerous ones. They act in response to their emotions and don’t always think about how their actions can affect others. They are also prone to erratic mood changes, overreacting, outbursts, kidnapping, murder and the list goes on. A positive side would be their transparency; they tend not to think before thinking, so they tend to be honest.

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Name: Riddle Rosehearts

Class: 2-E

Type: Pretty obvious, but Riddle is an Overprotective Yandere. He will dictate your every move because he believes that he knows what's best for you. 

Scale from 1-10: Not gonna lie, with the mommy issues and his strict, unrelenting personality, he'd be a 8/10. The only reason he isn't a 10 is because he doesn't want to be exactly like his mom. Sure he'd basically never let you out of his sight, but he wouldn't hurt you. Riddle would restrain you, at most, by putting a collar with a lead around your neck at all times. See how caring he is?

Whether he would kill: Absolutely, if it means you'll listen to his rules.

Whether he would share: Maybe, just maybe, with Trey. Other than him? NO. 

How much freedom you are allowed: He doesn't want unruly troublemakers like Ace or Grim around you, so you'll probably be put on a schedule much like how he keeps one for himself.

Habits: Brushing your hair (if you have any), dressing you up, feeding you small cakes.

Escape attempt (successful): "NO! Nononono, I can't lose my rose! I'll find you, and when I do, I'll strip you of your thorns once and for all! You'll have no choice but to stay with me! I'll never let you out of my sight again!"

Escape attempt (failed): "Ha! Oh, how careless of you, rosebud! You thought you could escape from the Queen of Hearts? For your treason, it's OFF WITH YOUR HEAD- ah... no, I could never hurt you... it must have been those rulebreakers who put such thoughts in your head!"

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Name: Trey Clover

Class: 3-E

Type: Manipulative all the way. He's highly intelligent and with his signature spell, anything you eat could be laced with a potion of some sort that might influence how you see him and/or other people.

Scale: Trey is not a character I'm all too familiar with, but since he's using stuff to mess with our brains, he's getting put at a sold 9/10.

Whether he would kill: He could kill. With his spell, no matter what kind of autopsy they do on the body, they won't find a damn thing. And he makes sure you know of this. But in reality, he probably wouldn't. Probably.

Whether he would share: Although he isn't one to get jealous or violent easily, that doesn't mean he's willing to share.

How much freedom you are allowed: It would depend on your behavior and how dependent you are to him. If you're deep into his manipulations, you might not want to leave his side due to his intoxicated sweets.

Habits: Feeding you, kissing the top of your head, rubbing your thighs.

Escape attempt (successful): "Oh dear... it seems my rabbit has fled. I'll need to bring them home before they get hurt and feed them something that'll ensure they have a good night's rest."

Escape attempt (fail): "Where are you going, dear? You haven't even touched your dinner. No, no, it's not safe for you to go alone. Why don't I bring you something that will make you forget about this silly self-dependency?"

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Name: Cater Diamond

Class: 3-B

Type: Clingy-Obsessive. Cater would stalk you constantly, has a wall with your pictures, and probably has a couple of your items, but nothing too bad like your underwear. It's easy for him to keep an eye at you 24/7 because of his unique magic, which allows him to make clones of himself. He needs your constant validation and attention like a whiny puppy.

Scale: Honestly, Cater is about a 5/10. He won't hurt you, but he would hurt himself if you ever tried to leave. He has his clones to keep an eye on you and he's more likely to break into your house to cuddle with you, rather than 'punish' you for looking at other people.

Whether he would kill: No, he'd more likely ruin their social life to keep a person away from you.

Whether he would share: He doesn't really want to give your attention up for another person, but if it would make you happy and if it was someone he was comfortable around, I guess.

How much freedom you are allowed: You are allowed complete freedom, but that's only because he can find you at any given time.

Habits: Taking erotic pictures of you, randomly pulling you toward him in hugs.

Escape attempt (successful): "B-babe? Where are you?! Babe!" *sobs and calls you, but goes straight to voicemail and leaves this*. "If you leave me, I'm going to kill myself! I'll drive off the bridge! And I'll let the entire world know that it's your fault!"

Escape attempt (fail): "Where are you going, baby? Y-you're not leaving me, right? You can't! I'll follow you wherever you go! I'll treat you better than anyone else ever could and if you plan on leaving, I'm going to slit my wrists!"

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Name: Ace Trappola

Class: 1-A

Type: Ace, despite always trying to push his work on others, is actually very smart and knows how to play people. He'd probably be another manipulative one, but with a sprinkle of possessiveness. Not too much, just to the point where you understand that you are Ace's.

Scale: 6/10 like Trey, although Ace would actually leave a couple bruises if you piss him off, but nothing more than that.

Whether he would kill: Unlikely. If he was really pissed off, he'd probably beat you instead and would choke you out for a good couple minutes before letting go and dragging you to his place to clean you up, apologize, gaslight you, etc.

Whether he would share: Nah. Ace is a greedy little shit, he don't want no one getting handsy with you.

How much freedom you are allowed: Enough for classes, since you share most of them, but other than his time at basketball practice and games, he's with you.

Habits: Putting an arm on your shoulder to remind you who's boss, hug you from behind.

Escape attempt (successful): "Where the fuck are you?! If you think that someone other than me is going to love you the way you are, you're WRONG! So just come home now and I promise I won't be too mad. After all, I'm the only one who cares about a nobody like you."

Escape attempt (fail): Slap! "Did you really think that you could run away from me?! You fucking idiot, I'm way more athletic than an average chump like you! What, you thought that someone would take you in out of pity? Not a chance. Don't worry though, I'll never stray from you."

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Name: Deuce Spade

Class: 1-A

Type: Impulsive Overprotector. He thinks everyone is a potential threat to you and flies off the handle if someone so much as rolls their eyes at you.

Scale: 7/10

Whether he would kill: No, but he could- and would -definitely send people to the hospital.

Whether he would share: Nope! Big no! Any potential partner addition you bring will leave your place as minced meat.

How much freedom you are allowed: Deuce does not want to hurt you at all if he can help it, so you can go anywhere as long as he can go with you. When in familiar places, like NRC, he's less prone to jealousy and won't tail you. Same goes for when you're with friends. He knows you won't cheat because he will send whoever you've been seeing to the emergency room.

Habits: Loves cuddling, going for rides together in his blastcycle, and overall just enjoys your company. He's a simple man.

Escape attempt (successful): "Shit! Prefect, come back! It's not safe for a weakling like you, damn it! I'll get you back safe and sound in my arms even if it means breaking a couple bones. That'll teach you to run from your guardian!"

Escape attempt (fail): "Where the hell do you think you're going? You're seeing him again?! I'll break his face if you leave this room! Oh? You want to stay and watch a movie with me instead? Good idea."

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Name: Leona Kingscholar

Class: 3-A

Type: Leona would be a hell-spawn mix of possessive, manipulative, and self-indulgent. Yup. Being rich and crazy does something to ya.

Scale: 10/10. Leona would spare no expense to get you and control you. Being a prince, he'd easily use money to his advantage and force you to be financially dependent on him and he'd basically treat you like a toy, but also expect you to indulge in his every whim and fancy. He would want you to worship him and praise him constantly.

Whether he would kill: Absolutely if it means getting you in his claws.

Whether he would share: Absolutely not! And if you look at someone too long, poof! They're turned to sand.

How much freedom you are allowed: Zero freedom, almost zero privacy. No showers alone, no changing without him, no sleeping alone. You can guess the ONE thing you can do alone.

Habits: Grabbing your ass out of nowhere just because he can. It don't matter if people are around, what the hell are they gonna say to a prince? He probably has a public or semi-public kink. And because he's a cat, maybe a piss kink too- (tbh, I don't understand why people find it hot, but I'm not one to kinkshame here)

Escape attempt (successful): "Stupid mouse... do they even realize that I let them leave? Oh, the look on their pretty face is going to be so sweet when they realize that they were played. Heh. Until then, I'll take a nap. Maybe they'll come crawlin' back on their own. It's not like they have anything to their name."

Escape attempt (fail): "Poor little mouse, got yourself cornered without making it past the bedroom door. Let me tell you a little secret; you aren't goin' back home. And if you try to leave again, your friends will become nothing more than a few sandbags, got it? Good. Come lay down before I break your legs."

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Name: Ruggie Bucchi

Class: 2-B

Type: Manipulative and obsessive. Maybe he'll just hang out with you, but oh no, the guy you hate was making fun of you. Somehow, the dude ends up paralyzed from the waist down after jumping off the balcony on the third story.

Scale: 9/10. He's smart and hard to pin down with evidence since he doesn't leave any. Even if you wanted to run away, with his signature spell, you can't. Like it or not, he's your problem now. And you'd be wise to ensure he gets enough attention or he might just shorten your circle of friends.

Whether he would kill: It wouldn't be his first option, but if needed, then yes. 

Whether he would share: Sure, but if the other person gets too bold, Ruggie would cut them out for good. He would probably only share with Leona, but only if Leona helps keep you in place.

How much freedom you are allowed: Considering that Ruggie is far more athletic than you, he has his signature spell, and that he could also just sniff you out, you're allowed a great deal of freedom.

Habits: Burying his face in your neck, asking for head rubs, very touchy-feely.

Escape attempt (successful): "Hah! I won't let you slip away! You're the only one who saw past where I came from! You're not escaping that easy. Time to find out just how hard this hyena can bite, Prefect!"

Escape attempt (fail): "Shishishi! Seeing you try to run away when I can just make you dance my dance is funny! Why don't you laugh with me? Aw, why'd ya stop running? Something the matter? Shishishi..."​​​​​​

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Name: Jack Howl

Class: 1-B

Type: Overprotective-possessive. Like Deuce, he can and will hospitalize somebody, but unlike Deuce, Jack won't snap at random folk giving you a side eye.

Scale: 7/10. He would absolutely beat up someone who made you mad or hurt and probably worse than Deuce. He's much more possessive though. When it comes to trusted friends, not so much, but anyone else? They get a death-glare. And ain't no one wants to mess with a wolf that could break their neck just by squeezing his hand.

Whether he would kill: Only if someone severely hurt you or tried to physically take you from him. 

Whether he would share: Small chance. He's possessive not because he wants to own you or anything, he just doesn't want anyone else to be near you. Wolf instincts or something.

How much freedom you are allowed: Generally, he wants to be near you as much as possible. Wolves are pack animals and beastmen did evolve from the animal they take after, so the instinct that you two need to be together at all times runs strong. Not much time for yourself, really.

Habits: Sniffing you, licking your throat/neck, surprisingly clingy sleeper.

Escape attempt (successful): "GRR! You think you can just run from me?! I'll sniff you out faster than you can blink! Especially when I UNLEASH THE BEAST!"

Escape attempt (fail): "Goin' somewhere? Nah, you're not doin' that- you want to leave me? Fat fucking chance." Picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. "We're gonna go back inside. Stop squirmin' around so much before I break your legs!" (he wouldn't actually)

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Name: Azul Ashengrotto

Class: 2-C

Type: Another manipulative mix. He's smart when it comes to people, almost terrifyingly so, but he's also very clingy. He needs you to be around him 24/7 or he'll lose his shit. Probably forced you into a contract one way or another. He'd gaslight you pretty bad, but he'd also worship you to make you think that he's the only one who cares about you. He might also be a little delusional.

Scale: 9/10

Whether he would kill: Azul would say, "coincidence is not correlation."

Whether he would share: Honestly, pulling this boy out of the yandere hat would pretty much guarantee you're getting the Leech twins as well.

How much freedom you are allowed: Between the three of the Octrio? Little to none. But hey, at least you might get some privacy if Azul makes you sign a contract to prevent you from running.

Habits: Probably likes to have you sit in his lap while he's working in his office, dress you up, take long baths together, another cuddle bug.

Escape attempt (successful): "Ha... HAHAHAHAHA! You actually managed to tear up that contract and run! Hah... this won't do. Not. At. All. I'll hide you away from the rest of the world when I get my tentacles on you. You'll never see the light of day again at the bottom of the fucking ocean!"

Escape attempt (fail): "Oh, treasure. How silly of you to try and run! I didn't make you sign that contract for nothing. I have your location at all times, so next time you try something like this, I'll have the twins break your legs. Or better yet, how about I take your legs and trade them for a lovely tail, hm? Let's make a deal."

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Name: Jade Leech

Class: 2-E

Type: Sadistic. This motherfucker would use whips, degrade you in the worst way possible, had a blood kink and probably gets turned on by your tears.

Scale: Most people would think that Floyd would be the more dangerous one, but they're wrong. Jade is a 10/10. I believe that he loves seeing you cry because in the Coral Sea, you can't see tears. Therefore he's fascinated by them. Lucky for you that Azul can just magic your scars away with a deal.

Whether he would kill: Again, can you prove it was him? Hm? Yeah, that's what I thought.

Whether he would share: Again, buy one, get two free with the Octrio.

How much freedom you are allowed: He'd probably give you lots of freedom if only to enjoy stalking you while you were unaware.

Habits: Serving you (whatever you're thinking is right), feeding you his weird ass mushrooms, because he's got the whole butler vibe going on, he loves forcing you into maid outfits (gender doesn't matter).

Escape attempt (successful): "Oya, the latest report on my beloved says- what?! How did they manage to run away? Pfft- clever little minnow, swimming between the cracks of the contract. How fun, this game. I'll have you begging on your knees in no time."

Escape attempt (fail): "Come out, come out wherever you are~ I know you're hiding here somewhere. You couldn't have gotten far with Floyd guarding the exit. Little Pearl, I'll make your punishment light if you come out now... no? Nothing? Good. I like it better when you're begging me to stop anyway." Silence. Then a gloved hand covers your mouth from behind you. "Found you~"

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Name: Floyd Leech

Class: 2-D

Type: Despite what you may think, he's not a sadist like his brother. He's completely impulsive in his actions and prone to violence, but he won't go out of his way to see you tremble underneath him or anything. Unless he was in the mood for that kind of thing. It really depends on his mood.

Scale: Anywhere from a 7 to a 10/10. Some days he might just squeeze and bruise your bones in a very loveable hug, other days... you're getting dragged around by your tie or collar, choked out for pissing him off, bitten all over your body, or maybe he just wants to cuddle for five consecutive hours.

Whether he would kill: Yes and he'd want everyone to know. Jade and Azul hide the evidence and body and/or blackmail whoever they need to.

Whether he would share: If he was in a good mood, yeah, but if he's in a I'm-never-gonna-let-you-leave-my-bed mood, not so much.

How much freedom you are allowed: Depends on how fast you are-

Habits: Literally just picking you up and carrying you around like a doll.

Escape attempt (successful): "Where did Koebi-chan go? I was kinda feelin' down, but a game is the perfect way to go! A game where if I catch Koebi-chan, I'll squeeze them 'til their bones crack and break their legs! Ahahaha! They'll never think about leaving me again!"

Escape attempt (fail): Sigh. "This is no fun, Shrimpy! I'm in the mood for tag, not hide 'n seek!" CRASH! A table is thrown close to where you were hiding, making you back away, the smallest of rustles made. "Oya? Did I scare ya, shrimpy? That's cute. I guess I'll just have to close my eyes and count from one to ten. If you make it out the door, you're free. Ready? One... two... TEN!" You barely had time to stand up, much less run as he went straight from two to ten. "Gotcha~"

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SCARABIA

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Name: Kalim Al-Asim

Class: 2-A

Type: Completely delusional and clingy. He genuinely believes that you love him, you just need to be pampered more. You'll stop fighting if he gets you enough jewels, right?

Scale: Pretty mild, maybe a 4/10. I mean, he won't let you out of his sight and he's the heir to one of, if not the, richest families in the world, so you're not leaving him and he may chain you with a long lead to let you 'adapt to your surroundings', but he would never hurt you. Nor would he let anyone else hurt you.

Whether he would kill: The thought would never even cross his mind. 

Whether he would share: Why would he? He's basically a prince (I know he's not actually one) that has everything he could ever want, why would he start sharing now? Except with Jamil.

How much freedom you are allowed: You can have anything, go anywhere, as long as Kalim and his guards are with you.

Habits: Humming while cuddling you, dancing with you, touching you in some way or form, always hugging you.

Escape attempt (successful): "Guards! Please find my sunshine! Spare no expense, I just want them found and safe! I-I..." Sob. "I promise to be better next time, to give them more attention! So much that they'll never want to leave again!"

Escape attempt (fail): "S-Sunshine, where are you going? I... I don't think I can give you that. I can give you anything else though! I'm sorry, but I think I need to have my guards chain you again. D-don't cry, I promise I won't hurt you! If you don't want that, then maybe a talk with Jamil will help."

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Name: Jamil Viper

Class: 2-C

Type: If you've finished the fourth book, it's pretty obvious that he's a manipulative asshole and because he's used to sharing everything with Kalim, you are his most prized possession that Kalim will never touch. I love him, I really do, but you're gonna be under his control all day, every day.

Scale: 8/10

Whether he would kill: Jamil? Kill? It's not his fault the other people you were talking to killed themselves.

Whether he would share: You are the one damn thing he won't share.

How much freedom you are allowed: Under his unique magic, you won't want to leave his side.

Habits: Making you serve him.

Escape attempt (successful): "A-AGH! NO! You can't leave me! You're mine, my diamond! I didn't want to get that starry-eyed dimwit involved, but you leave me no choice! I'll use my magic on Kalim and get him to initiate a search for you country-wide!"

Escape attempt (fail): "Darling, is there a reason you haven't been looking at my face today? Did the spell wear off? Oh, don't worry; you'll be back to feeling those beautiful emotions again. After all, you love me, right?" You don't get a chance to move before Jamil grabs your face and forces you to look at him, that half second you look into his eyes before closing your own costing you dearly. "Snake charmer."

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POMEFIORE

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Name: Vil Schoenheit

Class: 3-C

Type: Tell me I'm wrong, but Vil would be self-indulgent. He'd put you under a curse (since that's his specialty) and make you adore him. Might be overprotective too. He probably doesn't want anyone to 'taint your purity' or whatever.

Scale: 10/10. What? He tried to murder, or at least curse, Neige, don't tell me this boy ain't a walking inferiority-superiority complex.

Whether he would kill: Uhhh, SCD anyone? Yeah. Vil would.

Whether he would share: Not in a million years. 

How much freedom you are allowed: LMAO, YOU FUCKING WISH!

Habits: Obviously also very touchy, he would dress you to match with him, make you do his skincare routine, force you to bathe together, but he probably won't be as strict about your diet. Only because he doesn't want your crying about losing your favorite snacks to ruin your makeup.

Escape attempt (successful): "Tsk. They must have broken the curse somehow. Or maybe it was one of their nasty little friends. Oh, well. I guess it's time to use something a little... stronger. Let's see you try to run when the only thing in your head is ME!"

Escape attempt (fail): "My cute little potato, trying to run. Before you go, do tell me how much you enjoy this perfume!" Sprays a bottle of perfume he had inflicted a curse onto. "Poor potato, to drop onto the ground so ungracefully. You can't feel your limbs? Darling, you're not supposed to! I'll fix you right up with a cup of tea. It's a special blend, meant to invoke your suppressed desires for me. We'll go back to that picture perfect power couple soon enough."

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Name: Rook Hunt

Class: 3-A

Type: Impulsive and obsessive. This man is, uh, he's something.

Scale: 9/10. He doesn't really want to hurt you physically, but oh how he loves chasing you. And the look on your face when he finds your newest hiding spot? It sends a rush through his body. He also loves 'viewing' you in your 'natural habitat'. Y'know, like a stalker.

Whether he would kill: He prefers the term 'hunting'.

Whether he would share: Sure, if they can take you from him. But even Leona is afraid of this guy while Malleus actively avoids him, so who tf is gonna snatch you back?

How much freedom you are allowed: The freedom you get is when you run. Then he inevitably finds you and ties you up. I don't know, this man is kinky af, okay?

Habits: Like Cater, he has a wall of photos of you. I feel like he'd let you run off on purpose, then he'd hunt you down, or wait until you get caught in one of his traps he set up. Probably has a pet play kink. 

Escape attempt (successful): "My, my... little trickster has certainly lived up to their name! I can't seem to find them anywhere! I suppose it's time to pull out the very last trick in my book! Come, let’s see you try to outrun me. I See You. I'll track you down, one way or another."

Escape attempt (fail): "Got yourself strung up by one of my nets, I see! Ah, perhaps steel was too strong for a magic-less person, I can see where the wiring had cut into your skin. No matter, you're still beautiful to me! In fact, these new scars liken you to a tiger! I'll get you down and we'll have a nice evening game, if you still want to leave. Non? You don't wish to run anymore? Merveilleux! We shall stay in tonight!"

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Name: Epel Felmier

Class: 1-B

Type: Epel was difficult to pinpoint, ngl. I decided that him being an impulsive and clingy yandere fit best, but he's not all that emotionally fragile, so idk. Lmk in the comments if you have better ideas, I guess.

Scale: 2/10. He wants your attention and he loves the feeling of security he gets from being around you, gets a little jelly when you look at other people, but as long as you reassure him that you love him, he'll back off. Might be a little manipulative since he'll probably use his looks to charm and sway you.

Whether he would kill: I could imagine him threatening someone with a cast iron pan like Rapunzel, but killing someone? Nah.

Whether he would share: Just because he's not all aggro does not make him a good yandere. He ain't sharing y'all.

How much freedom you are allowed: Tbh, he'd ask Rook to keep an eye on you when he can't.

Habits: Despite his looks, he's a strong farm boy and I strongly believe he's be able to live a six foot something man over his shoulders easily, so I guess you guys are getting piggybacks for life. He probably wouldn't even break a sweat, lol.

Escape attempt (successful): "Do ya think I'm just some apple pickin' munchkin?! I ain't letting go of ya, even if it means putting you to sleep for eternity! When I find ya, your gonna get one helluva throwdown!"

Escape attempt (fail): "Sugar, are you going somewhere? I don't believe that's proper- huh? You're leaving me?! I don't think so, sugar! I'll be damned if ya think about rollin' around with one of those uptight city folk! Mah family's gonna want to meetcha! Close your eyes, still your breath. Crimson Slumber!"

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IGNIHYDE

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Name: Idia Shroud

Class: 3-B

Type: We already KNOW we got another obsessive stalker on our hands. He's probably super clingy too when he finally picks his balls up from the floor to sniggety snatch you into his fortress. AKA, his room or the Isle of Woe. Probably has a pair of your underwear to jerk off into.

Scale: Idia, since his family is at least as rich as Kalim's, is standing at a solid 8.5/10 if only for the fact that he can make you disappear without a trace.

Whether he would kill: He tried to reset the entire damn world. Can he kill? Bitch, he can fucking genocide.

Whether he would share: It's just gonna be you and his cosplay fetishes for the rest of your life.

How much freedom you are allowed: He's like a touch-starved rabid dog, you ain't got a chance to so much as breathe alone.

Habits: Dude has a whole ass closet of all the skanky cosplays he's gonna put you in LMFAO. 

Escape attempt (successful): "NOOOOOO! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE ME!" Red flames surrounded him, a burst of fury in physical form. "I'LL FIND YOU! THERE'S NOT A DAMN PLACE IN THE WORLD WHERE YOU CAN HIDE IN THAT S.T.Y.X WON'T REACH!"

Escape attempt (fail): "P-Prefect, why are you trying to leave? I can get you anything you want or if you want to go places, I can just have a replica set up here! There's no reason to l-leave! Besides, I already have our entire future planned out! I got rid of those lame ass side characters just for you!"

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DIASOMNIA

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Name: Malleus Draconia

Class: 3-D

Type: Obviously possessive as all FUCK because he's a dragon fae prince guy dude. Yes, I typed that on purpose.

Scale: 10/10 and I swear if I have to explain why, I'm gonna burst a blood vessel. 

Whether he would kill: No shit, Sherlock. Hell, he'd probably burn the world down just to see you smile.

Whether he would share: You look at someone: they instantly die. They look at you: they instantly die. You sneeze in someone's general direction: they die. That sums up how very generous Tsunotarou is.

How much freedom you are allowed: What's freedom? Never heard of this bitch :D

Habits: Dunno, he probably has a marking kink or a bondage kink or something. I feel like he just needs to have you close by, or lightning will strike the nearest child.

Escape attempt (successful): "FIND THEM BEFORE I DISEMBOWL YOU ALL!" A very furious prince was causing a hurricane with just his anger, making it difficult for you to run. Lightning struck too close for comfort before the wind was knocked out of you as you were thrown back by the blast. "Child of man, hear me speak; should you decide to keep this foolishness up, I will have no choice but to strike you down. You are mine!"

Escape attempt (fail): You ran through a forest, successfully leaving the castle somehow. Then, a crushing pressure surrounded you, making it hard for you to breathe, and you soon realized that it was because you were trapped underneath the talons of a smoking dragon. "You are coming back now and will never leave my sight again. Should you attempt this once more, I will set fire to the entirety of Sage Island."

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Name: Lilia Vanrouge

Class: 3-E

Type: Impulsive, a little sadistic, and definitely obsessed with you. (I am too, you look fine as hell, dear readers-)

Scale: Although it would depend on his whims, the number's aren't too flexible. 8-9/10.

Whether he would kill: Bro's gone to war and back, why the everloving fuck are you asking that? Of course pookie will kill for you!

Whether he would share: Solid nope. 

How much freedom you are allowed: Like Rook, he lives for the chase. He's probably let you be free (when he's not clinging to your side) just to mock you, then snatch you right up when you're expecting it the least.

Habits: Scaring you, probably likes tying you up as well, DEFINITELY bites your neck, might brand you-

Escape attempt (successful): "Khee hee! What fun, this game! I haven't felt this young in centuries! I wonder what kind of expression you'll make this time when I find you? Perhaps you'll start crying? Or try to fight me again? Maybe I'll let you run a little longer, just for the fun of it."

Escape attempt (fail): "Pfft- ahahahaha! The way you screamed when I grabbed you is so delightful!" Almost comically strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. "I have a new toy for you to try. I'm sure you'll enjoy this as much as I do this time."

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Name: Silver

Class: 2-A

Type: Lowkey would be delusional. I mean, hear me out. He saw you "once upon a dream" or some shit like that and now believes you're his soulmate pookie bear.

Scale: Silver has been training his entire life, so he's actually pretty strong, but like- he falls asleep and you can just like, leave. I mean, he'll just find you again or stalk you in your dreams until you go crazy and come back to him, but you get it. 5/10. He won't hurt you, at least.

Whether he would kill: I feel like he could, but he won't.

Whether he would share: I'm not sure, actually. I feel like no, he wouldn't.

How much freedom you are allowed: Depends. Maybe he'll ask Lilia to keep an eye on you.

Habits: BIG DEATH CUDDLER. Will NOT let go at night.

Escape attempt (successful): "Beloved? Where have you gone? Father, my beloved has fled! Please see if you can track them down while I check nearby! I'll be in the stables preparing my horse if you hear anything sooner than my departure!"

Escape attempt (fail): You hadn't slept in days and were on the verge of collapse. You feared that you would dream of your current location, so you refused to sleep. Your legs gave out from underneath you as you treaded along in the vast forests of Briar Valley and your vision blackened. Before you completely surrendered your consciousness, you saw familiar eyes and silver hair stand before you. "Father was right. There would be no struggle if I waited until you had exhausted yourself."

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Name: Sebek Zigvolt

Class: 1-D

Type: Overprotective. Listen, having Sebek as a yandere means that you're now his Malleus. Except that unlike Malleus, who can just teleport away, you're never gonna be able to shake this son of a bitch off.

Scale: 7/10. He would NEVER hurt you, but you are gonna have one hell of a time trying to go anywhere alone. He won't stop you from going places since he's basically licking your boots, but he would draw his sword in a heartbeat against any 'threats'. cough- your friends -cough.

Whether he would kill: Honestly, if you told him to kill someone, he would. If you didn't? Unlikely he would go that far on his own.

Whether he would share: No, just... no. Not even with Malleus.

How much freedom you are allowed: He'd guard you while you were in the bathroom, shitting, FROM THE INSIDE. Freedom my ass.

Habits: Bowing to you, kissing the back of your hand, he'd definitely be much 'softer' with you.

Escape attempt (successful): "DAMMIT! MY LIEGE, YOU MUSTN'T LEAVE WITHOUT ME!" Sebek, furious, was heading to the doghouse to get his hounds to track your scent. There were FAR too many dangers for you to go alone. A sudden thought formed. "My liege... must have been taken! I'll bring you back, don't worry!"

Escape attempt (fail): "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! I- yes, I'll lower my voice... but I simply can not follow through with this order! Apologies, but I fear you are not in the right state of mind to ask me to stay home! I'm afraid I will have to detain you in your room until you come to your senses."

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NSFW, Implied consent, but no verbal confirmation. This is just you trying to run away from your consequences. GN!Reader. Tw: Biting, blood, consentual non consent? Soft yandere???

You were in trouble. I mean DEEP SHIT. You thought it was funny to make your own catnip perfume, which was basically just catnip boiled down to make it ten times stronger. You thought that spraying it all over Leona's room would make him loopy and cuddly. You thought wrong :D. You sprayed it on yourself because why not and waited in his room, laying on his bed. It wasn't long before he opened the door and walked in. You could see his pupils dilate when he inhaled the catnip perfume and closed the door behind him, but you didn't panic until you heard the click of the lock and saw him fucking grinning at you. YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE COULD SMILE!

        "IT WAS A JOOOOOKE!" You shouted as you scrambled off his bed and dashed to his window. He snatched you right up and threw you onto his bed, growling and burying his face in the crook of your neck, tail lashing behind him. He was just inhaling your scent and you sort of enjoyed it. After all, you got the cuddles you wanted, right?

"Aw, good kitty- OW!" You yelped when you felt him bite you hard enough for his canines to pierce your skin. You grabbed his hair and tried to pull him back, but that only resulted in a deep growl, almost a snarl, to which to let go of his hair immediately. You were almost fooled by his act if not for his laugher.

      Leona snickered, "stupid herbivore. My stupid herbivore. You make me like this and expect to walk out of a lion's den unscathed?" Leona licked at the sore bitemark on your neck. "You're such a brat," he mumbled as he started pulling at your clothes. When you resisted, he simply tore your outfit off with a promise of buying you a new wardrobe later and went back to licking and nipping at your skin. At this point, you succumbed to your fate and started running your hands under his shirt.

        "I want to touch your body too," you pouted as he bit your nipple, gently of course, and sucked on it. He threw his clothes off into some far corner in his room with a look that clearly said 'are you happy now?' You nodded and felt the hard muscles along his body, Leona letting out a low groan at your feather-light touches, especially when they reached his hard-on.

        "Fuck, I just want to eat you up!" Leona, without warning, flipped you onto your stomach and bit your ass. Yup. You now had a deep bite on your left cheek. Real classy, this prince.

        "LEONA!" You half-laughed, half-cried. "What the hell?! That's not- not very... nice..." You trailed off when you felt a finger enter your hole (you can decide which one since this is gender neutral) and just about melted at the contact. You felt little sparks run up and down your spine when he added another one, making a scissoring pattern to loosen you up more. "Holy fuck, you're good..."

        Leona smirked, "I've had practice. But those others can't even compare to how beautiful you look right now." He snorted when you buried your face in his pillow, a deep blush covering your entire face. He flipped you over onto your back again and grabbed you by the back of your hair, crashing his lips onto yours. A third finger was added and you let out a small squeak. His finger curled and pumped inside you, hitting every sensitive spot, his tongue was rough and easily overpowered yours, his other hand tangling in your locks to prevent you from pulling away... it was all too much for you. You moaned against him as the tight ball in your core started to unravel, signaling your oncoming release. You were so close, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer- and then he went and pulled his fingers out.

        That damn lion smirked at your whine, breaking the kiss and releasing your hair to grab your legs and pin them against your chest. "You aren't the only one who needs release, herbivore." With his signature smirk, he pushed the head of his cock into your hole, loosened but still struggling against the size. You gripped the bed sheets, tears forming in your eyes. "Take a deep breath, little mouse, I've barely put the tip in." Leona, despite all the rough hair pulling, biting, and licking, was gentle when he put his dick in, which you appreciated.

        You took slow, deep breaths as he filled you up inch by inch, finally all the way in. You weren't gonna lie, it hurt. Especially since his dick had small barbs, like a cat's. Well, beastmen did evolve from animals, so it made sense. Leona licked your tears as you adjusted, but the second you moved your hips, he was back to his cocky attitude. He started moving, slowly, but quickly gave into his urges and absolutely railed you mercilessly. "A-ah~! Right there! Keep hitting that spot right there!" You gasped, clutching the bedsheets tightly, toes curling in total bliss, back arching in pure pleasure. "Oh my fuck, I'm close!"

        "Me too! You better take every single drop I give you!" He roared and came inside you, filling you up with his hot seed and let go of your legs, which now had handprint bruises on the thighs. He laid over you as you panted, arms and legs spread out, white cum leaking from your gaping hole. It was like an erotic dream come true for him.

        "You're gonna make me pregnant," you said between soft pants. (It's a joke between you and Leona. If you have the ability to get pregnant, you're on magic birth control. If you don't, it's even funnier lol) You sat up to take a shower and clean up, but Leona grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his lap.

        "You know my family evolved from lions, right?" He said with a sharp glint in those emerald green eyes of his. "I'm not done with you quite yet."

        You started sweating. "So, uh... how long does it take you to recover?"

        Leona pulled you closer, rubbing himself against your hole. You could feel him getting harder as he bit your shoulder. "Just a few minutes. Don't worry, I'll let you have a break in... a couple hours. Maybe."

        You let out a shaky laugh. "That's funny. Don't you mean in an hour?" You turned your head to meet the predator's close eyed smile. "...You did not mean in an hour. What if I don't want to?"

        "What if I make you clean my room until I can't smell anymore catnip?"

        "...Touché."

        And with that, he plunged himself back into your hole with zero resistance since he had already fucked you earlier. You felt him squeeze at your chest and pinch your red and sore nipples and he slammed into you with more force than before. Leona brought you to the edge before pulling out, pushing your body over his bed, your back against his broad chest, and slipping back into your hole. He pushed your head down into his sheets, turning head to the side so he could see your face, and came inside, making your knees weak and shaky. Leona leaned in close, whispering, "Prefect, dear, I hope your legs don't give out too soon. We still have quite a ways to go in the night."

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        You took a look at his clock, which read nine p.m. Barely an hour had passed and most of the time was spend with him scenting you and you adjusting to his size. Oh, boy...

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Three hours later...

        You weren't sure if you would be able to walk again. Leona was currently drilling you against the wall, lips locked in a bruising kiss. Your lips were puffy, you were bone tired, and Leona still seemed plenty energetic. How much pleasure were you feeling? It felt like your whole body was overstimulated at this point as the lion came inside you for what felt like the millionth time.

        "Leona..." You whimpered as he set you down on your feet, keeping an arm around your waist to hold you steady. "Let's go to bed already."

        At this, Leona gave a small chuckle. "Well, well. Normally it's me telling you to go to bed, but what's this? Prefect wants me to let them sleep? No, no, this won't do. Just a few more rounds and I'll let you rest, m'kay?" Leona nuzzled your neck and carried you to his bed, placing you on the floor in a kneeling position. "Open that pretty mouth nice and wide for your prince~"

        You sighed, but at least it would give your poor hole a break. You suddenly got an idea, being the beautiful, spiteful bitch you were, and ran your nails oh so gently along his shaft, kissing the head. Leona shuddered at the contact, making you grin as you ran your tongue against his length and cupped his heavy balls, but still didn't take it into your mouth.

        "You fuckin' brat..." Leona rumbled, grabbing your hair. One glare from you, however, was enough for him to let go. He could only watch as your teeth just barely grazed his sensitive skin, as you pecked his inner thighs, as you rubbed him in all the right places. When you opened your mouth you take in his head again, which was as overstimulated as you were at this point, he ran out of patience and shoved your head all the way down, relishing your gags and the way your tears fell. "Mhm, taste all that love? That's for you and only you."

        You bobbed your head and pulled his tail, making Leona let out a surprisingly high pitched moan. With every swirl of your tongue, bob of your head, every squeeze you gave his balls, you brought him closer to the high he was seeking. You felt his long cock swell, ready to burst, and pulled away ONLY to be shoved down by Leona, forcing you to swallow his sticky, salty cum. When you finished, he pulled you up and kissed you, tasting himself.

        "I know I don't always say it, but I fucking love you," he mumbled against your lips. "Now let's get you cleaned up, alright? Don't worry about doing anything, I got it."

[neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill]

"YOU ARE SO FUCKING SELFISH!"

A very shocked Vil, surprised that Aeryn finally snapped at him. Those sugar withdrawals were really hitting him when Vil took over his diet in book five during the SDC.

"I am in a completely different world without any of my friends, family, or vices! Plus, Crowley is fucking USELESS, so there's no telling whether I'll be able ever go home! You are NOT going to add onto my fucking stress by taking away the miniscule stress relief that sugar and snacks give me!"

Vil, finally able to put words together, slowly came up to Aery with his head slightly lowered (because my Yuusona is short and because of the shame).

"Oh... Aeryn, I do apologize. I thought that I was helping by removing such unhealthy substances from your diet, but it seems that I've done more harm than good. I will replace your favored foods, of that's what you want."

Aeryn, of course, nods. "It is what I want."

"But... at least promise me that you'll eat a proper three meals a day. Your complexion when I first met you was, and forgive me for saying this-"

"I won't."

"-Ghastly. I almost assumed that you had tussled with Epel with how dark the circles were under your eyes."

Now it was Aeryn's turn to be silent. 'Guess I could see where he was coming from, although it's still far too extreme for my taste.'

"...I can promise to try. Crowley works me to the bone, so sometimes I just get back to my dorm real late and I don't get to cook. That's why I have so much instant food. But I guess, as long as you live in my dorm, if you supply the ingredients, I can make some stuff that keeps well for when I'm too tired to cook."

Vil finally smiles at that. "Of course, sweet potato-"

"And stop calling me potato, you white-ass parsnip!"

[neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill]

"Sooo... are you single?"

Random NRC student after I deal with a shit ton of overblots.

"Single? Yes. Mentally sound? No."

"I'll take my chances-" *GETS SHOVED TF ASIDE BY A WALKING EEL*

"Ayo, Shrimpy! How about going out with me?" Floyd, who's been lurking around me after I made him takoyaki one time bc he brought a live fucking octopus.

"Go out with you where? To the bottom of the ocean? I'll pass. See you boys around." AKA: I'm escaping to my room to disassociate.

Floyd, immediately turning to the rando. "Koebi-chan is mine. Got it?"

Meanwhile, Leona is already in my bed because no one would think to find him there.

"Why-?"

"Shut up and get in if you're gonna nap."

"...Fuck it, move over. Touch me and I'll skin you for your fur and have Ruggie sell you on the black market."

[neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill]

Me, who had MDD (major depressive disorder) and ADHD after getting sucked into twst and snagging the one nice sweater in my closet: "...Fuck me."

Ace: "Is that an offer-"

SMACK!

[neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill]

"Rook... why are you on my roof?"

The french fuck in question with a pair of binoculars.

"Ah, I heard that Roi Du Dragon (is that what he calls Malleus? I forget :p) frequents your dorm many a night! I promise, you won't even know I'm here!"

"That's what I'm afraid of."

[neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill]

"Y'know, it's a pity that half your face looks like it got put through a paper shredder. I almost feel bad, but then again, it was your hands at my throat."

"Darling, I was just trying to make you more compliant. I would have kissed your bruises away once we were in our new forever-home!"

"So how did it end up like this, then? Us both bleeding out in my kitchen."

"...A miscalculation, perhaps. Or maybe we weren't meant for this world. Goodnight, darling."

"I guess I'll see you in hell."

[neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill]

FIRST AND FOREMOST, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG!

My current hyperfixation is Twisted Wonderland, but I might be able to do Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, and Wuthering Waves. In a very good mood.

Although I've been writing for a couple years now, it's very infrequent, so I'm not a very well-versed author quite yet. I will do my best, of course. I'm willing to do pretty much anything, from the darkest and most gory of yandere fics, spicy smut-fests, angsty heartbreakers, and fluffy shit'n all that. Again, I'm inexperienced, apologies. I've written smut only once before, btw, but I'll do my best.

Of course, that's IF I write. I tend to just curse a lot in my speech, so don't get all pissy if you see it in like, 90% of my posts.

In my AUs, as long as the characters don't change species, the first years are all 18, the second years 19, and the third years are 20. Except for Leona because he's a lazy asshole who got held back a year and now he's 21.

BE WARNED THOUGH. If I don't feel like writing, I won't. I'm a lazy author.

Remember, it's one thing to read dark themed stories, like yandere ones, but it's entirely another to act on those words. KEEP! IT! FICTIONAL! This is a DARK THEMED blog!

[neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill]

Floyd probably ate plastic as a kid. On purpose. Several times. He probably only stopped well into high-school after a dare gone wrong.

Jade: "Floyd, don't eat that. It's human trash. You'll get sick."

Floyd probably: "Oh yeah? Watch me-"