#( soft boy ♛ mark )

[uvuyai]

—#𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

-:+°Genre : it's technically a cracfic but I'll say lime depends on what I write

-:+°Pairings * Byakuya/reader, Nagito/reader, Kokichi/reader,

-:+°Synopsis .» he marks you with a paint brush and black paint.

-:+°Implies // gn! reader, antagonist marking one of your anatomy parts not organs, licking, biting, hickey, 🤷, this came to my mind when i was reading a fic, jealousy, mentions of other characters, spoilers in Nagito parts but okay, possessive nature, i might to the protagonist or random characters that fits,

𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 ♛

—✰┆ You always hangout with Makoto and/or Chihiro than you do with him. You were persistent and oblivious when it came to answering questions other gave you. It was about time he showed you where you belong, well, who you belong to.

"Oh, hey Byakuya." You said waving at him from light beyond afar. Without a warning he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you inside his dorm without saying anything in the process. "Hey Byakuya, what's going on?" You asked as he went into his closet to pull out a can of paint along with a brush.

You were confused as hell too why he pulled you in his room.. just to pull out paint..

"Get on the bed and lay on your back." He said with no emotion clear in his face.

"H-huh!?" You had mental shock all over.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He said tapping his feet in a rythme like pattern.

"N-no, not at all." You said walking towards the bed, laying on your back as you were told too.

You looked at the opposite direction from where he was standing since you were filled to the absolute brim with second hand embarrassment.

You felt the bed sink on both side of your hips to see your boyfriend with his knees on both side of your waist. He was straddling you.

"Raise your shirt up," he said with the same face when he told you to lay on the bed.

You didn't want to disobey since he was a cruel person so you obligated his request and raised your shirt up not too high but above your stomach not showing your bosom.

'Looks like he's observing my stomach?' you mentally asked yourself.

He soon dipped the paint brush into the black paint that was on the floor, letting the access drip into the paint before drawing on your stomach.

It tickled so you started squirming around.

"Stop moving, i'm almost done." He said grabbing your waist with his unoccupied hand to stop you from moving.

"Mnn." You mumbled trying to keep in a laughter.

From what you can tell he was writing his name and a price?

Was he planning on selling you or setting a bounty on you? You seriously started to panicking.

"W-what are you doing 'Kuya?" You said but you knew what he was doing so you asked just to clarify your claim.

"I'm marking what's mine."

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐚☘︎

—✰┆Nagito is a quick jealous individual from what you learned from his body language. He was sick, and tired of you hanging out with Hajime than with him most of the time. He doesn't want too loose you to that talentless rat, he already lost three people, well one not fully human. You were an intimidating person but would get soft overtime with certain people.

"Hey, what's up Nagito," you said giving him a low wave as you stood in front of him. Without a single warning he lifted you and threw you ober his shoulder. To what you thought, he was bringing you to his dorm. You were right but you thought he just wanted to cuddle with you. But oh boy, you were wrong.

When you got a chance, you saw he had paint with a brush on top, well slanted within the paint.

He sat on his bed, with you still on his shoulder before pulling you down by your thighs which made you sit on his lap. He started to stare intently into your eyes mumbling something that wasn't intelligible to you.

"Lift your shirt." He said tugging at the hem of your shirt.

"Eh!?" You were in complete shock from what he was saying.

"I though we wer-" "I said, lift your shirt." He said holding the paint brush into his hand.

"I- okay, fine," you said rolling your eyes while lifting your shirt.

He was observing your stomach to have an angle. He started writing on your stomach which tickled which caused to you to move the slightest.

"Stop moving will you?" He said looking up and pausing his writing.

"S-sorry, Nagito." You stuttered.

He was finished writing from what you thought since you didn't feel the brush write on your stomach. That's not until he drew a upside down heart?

"There," he said proudly from his work. "Stand up so I can get a better view.

You groaned but stood thinking he would force you upon something if you didn't stand up.

"Okay, what the hell did you write on me!" You yelled, you asked that since you couldn't see what was written in your perspective.

"I wrote my name, and a heart to show my love for you." He said.

"But why!" You yelled at him still holding your shirt up.

"I'm marking what's mine.”

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐎𝐮𝐦𝐚♧

—✰┆ He may act all tough and hard, but when he see his well know significant other hanging out with others than him, his mask starts to slip and he goes into a rage of jealousy.

He hates ot when you hangout with Kaito, his quote 'best friend '. He thinks your hanging out with him is because your getting annoyed of his silly antics and tricks he plays, but he keeps second guessing himself when it comes to mind.

He always had those crocodile tears when you said you have to go somewhere or overseas.

"Y/N-SAN WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING ME!?" he said yelling into your ear as he jumped onto your back which caused you too stumble a bit.

"I'm not even avoiding yo-" "Nevermind that! Let's go!" He chimed grabbing your hand leading you to god knows where.

You enter his dorm room and saw a can of paint with a brush on the side of it. 'I never guess Kokichi would be into painting.' you thought as you sat on his bed.

"Okay Y/n, raise your shirt will you?" He said tilting his head and giving you a irritated like closed eye smile.

"Hm? Why?" You were completely confused.

"Sigh, just do it for me will you?" He said sighing, his cold breath hitting your chest.

As he said, you obeyed, lifting your shirt up. At one chance you flashed Kokichi.

You saw him dip the paint brush into the black paint, letting the access drip off as he walked back towards you. Without a single warning he pushes you onto your back and started painting on your stomach?

"Uhh, what are you doing?" You asked, you weren't given a clear view of what he was doing.

"I'm almost done Y/n-san," he said woth his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

"There!" He chimed looking at the work on your stomach he did.

"Something's missing.." he mumbled placing his index finger and thumb on his chin. "Aha! I know," he chimed again.

You soon felt pain in your neck area. He was hovering around that area so you figured he bit their. You hissed in pain as he bit down. After he was done he started licking your neck whoch caused shivers to run down your spin.

"Now it's perfect!"he said dropping the brush as he clases his hands together.

"Uhh, why is this on my stomach?" You asked tilting your head.

"Ugh, I'm just marking what's mine,"

I left you with three cliffhangers 🌝

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♛┈⛧┈┈•༶      NEXT GEN FACTSHEET      ( created: oct 2022 )

featuring : MARCEL CHARMONT ( aged 25 ), prince of ulstead, twin of marguerite, adopted by king kit charmont.

inspiration : griffin ( about fate ), princess amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldi, princess of genovia ( the princess diaries ), chidi anagonye ( the good place ) first impression : tall, awkward, wears glasses, doesn’t look like he knows why he’s here, but he’s happy to be here

( FULL BIO FOUND HERE ) ( CONNECTIONS BELOW ! :3 )

GENERAL

full name. marcel françois gatel charmont preferred nickname. literally anything as long as its said with love, he is a tender boi date of birth. 14 august age. 25 years old. gender. male pronouns. he/him abilities. lawyer stuff, he’s so uncoordinated physically pls but he’ll still fight if his siblings/cousins do ://

sexuality. bisexual  place of birth. ulstead, france. current residence.  ulstead (soon to be elias!)  occupation. prince, junior lawyer

APPEARANCE

height.  5ft 11 ½ (181.6 cm) hair colour/style. floppy brown hair build. secretly kinda ripped under 3 layers of clothing ??? eye colour. brown. piercings. n/a         tattoos. a zebra on his hip as a dare.    notable markings. n/a glasses/contacts? YES, man needs glasses to survive, he wears chonky ones (chonky but fashionable, thank u jacqui)       faceclaim. a_lex fitz_alan.

PERSONALITY

tropes. book smart, did i just say that out loud?, the heart, lovable coward but also nerves of steel positive traits. open-hearted, compassionate, wise negative traits. low self-esteem, overthinker, reticent usual mood. very open and talkative interests/likes. animals, his favourite comfort coat (it’s super warm and long and waterproof), books, his family, ROMANCE HE’S A HOPELESS ROMANTIC :// dislikes. being dragged into things (but he’s a bit of a pushover), rudeness, and uhh .... fire bad habits. anxiety-spiralling

RELATIONSHIPS

biological parents. the gatels adoptive mother. ??????? adoptive father. kit charmont. siblings. jacqui charmont, marguerite charmont. significant others. ??

friends.

liam charmont : cousins

seth charmont : cousins

rosalie charmont : cousins

cosima charmont : cousins

odette charmont : cousins

basil charmont : cousins

tzeitel arnadalr : besties/friends ( blush emoji, has a mild ongoing crush on her shh )

lachlan arnadalr : friends

manuela nunnelley : friends ( i think she’s annoyed at him :// but eventually they become friends ?? she rants to him about life and he’s like nodding quietly )

theo pendragon : besties/roomies ( soft quiet besties, she does magic he does law, its a sitcom waiting to happen )

selene beausoleil : exes/friends ( they tried dating but realised they were rly just friends the whole time )

dixie reyes : friends ( quiet besties, they like to gossip about their siblings being weird, they sit on playground swings and sigh )

TESTS

zodiac sign. leo hogwarts house. hufflepuff.

SKILLS & STATS

languages spoken.  english, french, german, portuguese, japanese, ASL drive? yes. jump start a car? no. change a flat tire?  no.   ride a bicycle? yes. swim? yes. play an instrument? yes, vaguely piano and oboe play chess?  yes. braid hair? no.     tie a tie? yes. pick a lock? no. sew? no :((

[ WANTED CONNECTIONS ]

FRIENDS, ENEMIES, EXES, LOVERS, LET’S GOOOO

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NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER

Teacher’s Pet Series *♛

↳ It was harmless at first, as she chewed on her pen while her eyes drank up everything her professor had to offer. The tailored suits Professor Romanoff wore made Y/N squirm in her seat, but she was determined to pass the class. She asked questions and always made sure to involve herself into the class’ discussion. You were known as the teacher’s pet. But what happened when the star student failed her first test?

Lie to Me*

↳ She has spent countless nights under your bedsheets, always telling you about her day while you catch your breath. Instead of telling you about her day she tells you that she loves you.

Everything’s in Check* DARK!FIC

↳ Dr. Romanoff has a check up with the help of her nurse assistant, Wanda Maximoff.

Yours*

↳ requested

Eyes for her

↳ Natasha’s deepest fears get the best of her.

Cockwarming* ♛

Strap-on* ♛

Maid Outfit

↳ Bottom!Natasha Romanoff

Size Kink*

↳ Bottom!Natasha Romanoff

Cigarettes*

Marking*

Face Sitting*

↳ Bottom!Natasha Romanoff

Gun Play* ♛

↳ DARK!Natasha Romanoff

Softness*

↳ Sub!Natasha Romanoff

WANDA MAXIMOFF X READER

Switch*♛

↳ You switch roles for once, but Wanda has a hard time listening.

Her Touch & Some Magic

↳ Reader suffers from horrible migraines and Wanda tries her best to comfort you, even cheats by using her powers.

Therapy & Future Coffee

↳ Wanda tries group therapy and got a free coffee date.

Everything’s in Check* DARK!FIC

↳ Dr. Romanoff has a check up with the help of her nurse assistant, Wanda Maximoff.

Powers* ♛

MARIA HILL X READER

Wine Drunk*

↳ Maria Hill, your wife comes home early. You celebrate with four glasses of wine and drunk sex.

Morning Sex*

PEGGY CARTER X READER

Mommy Kink*

Choking*

Face Sitting*

STEVE ROGERS X READER

He’s New to the Game*

↳ Hotchner is a brat so Steve is more than happy to show what a good boy really looks like.

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✩ @vaenaera​​ wished upon a star: ♛ Sharing a dessert → Ace.

Recent events have proven to not be as favourable as one would expect, especially in the tranquil department of personal life that is separated from anything related to the war that waged in Orience. All his life, Ace has been trained with the sole purpose of becoming a strong and reliable individual for the Rubran army and protect this country he has no love for whatsoever. His creator merely ordered him to do so, and so he does facing the lack of other valid purposes in life the boy has.

You will become into my faithful experiment, dear. One day you’ll be what everyone seeks to be: Agito. Rather than remember these words with a certain iota of love in his heart of his maker, naught but repulsion lingers within him at such disgusting words. Something tells him that he was not made by her, that his existence laid somewhere else he cannot return.

Alas, there is no way he can prove any of this and many more thoughts crossing his mind that trespasses the limits of this world.

The last incidents concerning his relationship with the boy he has grown romantic sentiments for led him to trust more and more Doctor Arecia’s words despite the muted voice screaming to not do it–– that her words are poisonous like a viper. The very first fight with someone beloved and dear to his heart marked both of them, albeit not in a bad way. No relationship can prosper adequately without the occasional argument to strengthen it, that’s a lesson Ace had to learn the hard way and in the most unpredictable of ways.

From then onwards, their love was punctuated by a gentleness and tenderness already existing before with the addition of a higher consideration towards the other. None of them have gone through good experiences that surely engraved themselves with fire in their hearts. Both are marred by pain that they barely started to help alleviate with the presence of the other.

Quiescence veils his dormitory as Hope studies so intently for an exam Ace is more than prepared to ace as per usual. Roseate lips curl in an amused smile as he watches his lover occupy himself with a fruit salad–– such a weird way of studying, though undoubtedly pragmatic. More than once Ace has found himself with hunger amidst his study sessions, though never enough to cut his concentration.

Taking advantage of his focused mind onto the book, Ace rouses from the bed and approaches him from behind without an ounce of sound to break his concentration. Fork held high with a piece of kiwi, the blond leans in to take the bite himself before Hope deigned to bring the fork to his mouth, now empty. Unbeknownst of the Class Zero member, a scowl makes its way to the boy’s face as he retrieves the fork from his mouth to see it empty while he swore he fished another piece of fruit from the plate.

A soft snort betrayed Ace’s impeccable plan, prompting Hope to turn on his chair towards him. “Hey!” Although the scowl he sported didn’t last too long, slowly melting into softened features and a certain lovestruck feeling in his emerald eyes. “If you wanted a fruit salad too, you could’ve told me so before.” He still attempts to scold his lover for his mischievous action. Even he knows it doesn’t work as he wished. “That would drop all the fun of it.” Ace jests in response with a punctual shrug of his shoulders that causes the scowl in the white-haired’s features return.

The silence that lingered in the room soon was muted by heartfelt laughter, and thus they would be a step closer to stitch their fragmented hearts victim of a certain individual that is unpleased by Ace’s discovery of human sentiments.

May the day he escapes her clutches come soon instead of being victim of her for all eternity.