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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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would it be alright to request the rfa + saeran with an MC who’s in school to be a veterinary neurologist? basically brain surgeon but for animals^^ tysm!

Yoosung

I think Yoosung will be pleasantly surprised and very inspired by you. He's in college studying veterinary medicine himself, but, at the point of you joining the RFA, he lost the previous fire he held for his degree. Of course, his issues lie way deeper than simply finding his degree uninteresting or useless, but the point still stands: he feels rather apathetic towards his studies. He feels like nothing he's doing in his university makes any difference, and his expectations for his future are bleak, to say the least. So, to learn that you are studying in the same field as him, all while maintaining the goal you are working towards... it's somewhat inspiring to him. But, there might be some insecurity mixed in there as well. He can't help but compare himself to you - a trait he is, unfortunately, very guilty of - and that never ends well for him. It makes him feel somewhat inadequate to realize that he just doesn't share the same drive and passion you seem to possess for your goal. Of course, he only sees the best parts of your experience, overlooking all the struggles and tribulations you have to deal with on a daily basis as well. But, as you two grow closer, you help him realize that his main problem is not as surface level as he thinks. You motivate him to treat himself kinder, with more genuine care to his needs. And, with time, he will find his drive again. You two will definitely have a ton of study dates together. Who knows, maybe you'll end up even working at the same vet clinic? That wouldn't be out of the question for you guys. It's nice to have someone who understands what you're daily life is like, and you can babble to him all about your study life, without having to go into too much detail. It's like you're a team of two. Needless to say, I think this will make you grow even closer to one another in the long run.

Zen

Zen would be very impressed. Having never attended college after running away from home, he has a great deal of admiration for those who are willing to put in the time and effort required to obtain a degree. And, studying to become a veterinary neurologist? That sounds like it takes a whole lot of work! He will immediately feel a good deal of respect towards you once he learns this. He doesn't know much about animals, nor did he ever own a pet of his own (since he spends most of his time at work, and his finances are not as stable as he'd like them to be), but he knows how precious pets can be to people. There is no suspicion in his heart since the first moment you joined the RFA, but even the tiniest bit of it goes out the window with this new fact he learns. Someone who works so hard for such a noble cause cannot be a bad person in his eyes. I think Zen's support will be mostly noticeable on the emotional side of things. He can't understand a word you're speaking most of the time you're sharing some story from your studies, but he does ask you about your day regardless. If you're feeling stressed out or overworked, he's there in a flash. You don't have to worry about a thing when the time comes to study for your exams: he makes sure you're taking breaks, eat tasty and nutritious food, and he keeps your place all neat and clean for you. And, if you're feeling anxious or unsure of yourself? Well, I'm glad to tell you that Zen is the best cheerleader you can get. He's able to put a smile on your face and lift your worries every time you're feeling down. Probably because he knows what's it like to doubt your own abilities, and he knows what you'd like to hear in that moment of vulnerability. Just like he promised you, you two will support one another on your own individual paths in life, giving each other strength when it's needed. And, you bet he'll throw the biggest celebration once you finally graduate. The guy will probably be even more excited for you than you are. He's kind of like a golden retriever in that way.

Jaehee

I don't think she would have much of a reaction initially. It's just yet another piece of information she'll write down about you, as you slowly start getting to know one another. Jaehee's worldview was heavily influenced by her highly unsupportive environment, and she projects that worldview onto everyone else, unless she is explicitly proven wrong. She went to university and got a job because that's what was expected of her, and because that was the only way she wouldn't get looked down upon by her environment. And, she excelled at both of those things, but, at the end of the day, she holds no spiritual nor emotional attachment to her current job or her time studying. I think she'll be a bit taken aback once she sees that you are genuinely passionate about what you are pursuing. What differentiates her from Yoosung, who feels very insecure about his uncertain future, is that Jaehee has long since accepted that this is all that her life is ever going to be. At least, she thinks she did. She'll be a bit envious of your drive, sure, but there are no comparisons or depressing thoughts in her mind. She'll just conclude that you are different from her, that is all. Now, as your bond grows stronger over time, and you help her find that self-love she was lacking all these past years, things will change. Jaehee finds the inner courage to believe in herself and her dreams, despite what everyone around her may think. She is no longer afraid of being perceived in a negative light. And, with that new fire in her eyes, your passion now starts actively motivating her. It's kind of sweet, really. While your tireless work encourages Jaehee to fight for her dream, Jaehee's newfound boldness in what she does inspires you to do the same. It's like you two are each other's source of motivation when things get tough. While you may not end up working side by side, Jaehee will always make sure to treat you to the best coffee and snacks she can find. Her cafe is a perfect place for you to study in peace, with occasional kisses on the cheek as a bonus.

Jumin

Jumin will be impressed. We all know how much genuine love and care he possesses for animals, so, needless to say, he holds a lot of respect for those who dedicate their livelihoods to making sure that no animal has to live in pain. I actually think this will make him come to trust you a little bit quicker! This man has a major soft spot for animals, and he even explicitly states that he believes that a person who loves animals cannot be bad. Especially cats. Overall, this wouldn't affect your relationship with him much, but he will be interested in learning more about your studies in detail. I won't be surprised if he's fairly knowledgeable in a lot of things concerning animal health, so you might gain a new companion to discuss these niche things with. Jumin is no stranger to most of the terminology you use, so you don't have to feel awkward about explaining every other word that slips out of you without thinking. And, what he doesn't know, he's more than willing to learn. I think talking with you about these things will make him come to respect you even more. You are clearly passionate about your goal, and he cannot overlook that. When it comes to the already established relationship with him, I'd say he's the proudest partner you can find. Will definitely talk his father's ears off about how lovely he thinks you are, and how hard you're working to reach your goal, and how admirable that is. Reporters will get the same treatment. Jumin Han is in love, and he is not ashamed of showing it on full display.

Saeyoung

I don't think he'll have much of a reaction at first. He already knows what you are studying before you have a chance to say it yourself, but, at the beginning, it's just another fact he'll record about you, same as with Jaehee. It's not until you start expressing your personal feelings towards your studies that he first gets intrigued and wants to know more. He'll probably joke around and make some silly memes at the start, as he's fully in his 707 persona at the time. Will probably joke about you being a good example for Yoosung to follow, as he has lost all his motivation for his studies. He'll also pretend to be a sick kitty you have to cure, either on a call with you or in the chat. You know, your usual Seven shenanigans. Now, as you two grow closer, he will form a genuine appreciation and admiration towards you. He already views you as a very good person, so you studying to help animals and owners in need is just another testament to that in his point of view. You are way better than him. Your hands are meant to heal and help, while his are caked in blood and sin. These thoughts keep buzzing at the back of his mind, even as he finds himself grinning widely at you celebrating passing another test in the chatroom. He is genuinely so proud of you and all you do. But, as much as his foolish heart wishes he could be there to celebrate with you in person, he's content to remain in the shadows, where he rightfully belongs. This is something that will add to the conflict you'll have to face in the apartment. But, once that is all behind you, Saeyoung will be your biggest supporter. He gives you a ride to university, always asks about your day, prepares silly little sticky notes to encourage you through your study sessions - he does it all. Meowy will also become your study buddy, as he will program it accordingly to help you out with your work. While he used to admire you afar, now he has nothing to hide. So, be prepared to be doted on and happily twirled around after coming home from your exams.

Saeran

Saeran has... a very complicated relationship with anything that has to do with medicine. There are many seemingly obvious things that he doesn't know about, and what he does know is often downright wrong or frightening to him. He grew up without any proper healthcare, and Rika has often used hospitals as a scare tactic to him: a place where you get locked up and treated against your will. So, as Ray, he learns so much new information through his research on you. While you are not studying to become a doctor, you are still planning to tie your life to medicine and helping those in need. I think that's what he will focus on mostly. He doesn't understand a lot of things, but he does understand that you have a compassionate heart and a strong spirit. How could he not fall for you? And, as Suit Saeran, he will mock your pursuit in life instead. It won't be that effective, as, yet again, it'll be very painfully obvious that his knowledge of the topic is very limited. But, he will try to spin it in a way that would make you feel bad about yourself. Of course, he will apologize to you and take accountability for his wrongdoings, as he realizes that, in reality, you were always so much brighter and better than him. All Saeran had on his mind was hate and a desire to hurt those beneath him so that nobody could dare lay a hand on him again, while you've put so much effort into becoming someone who will help those who can't help themselves. As GE Saeran, he is the most loving and gentle supporter you can get. Saeran is a pretty clingy partner, but not in a suffocating way, as it could become with Ray. He just wants to be around you, kind of like an affectionate cat. So, while he won't bother you during your study sessions, he will still sit close to you, touching you in one way or another. It could be just your arms touching, or him silently hugging you from behind. The only way this can become a problem for you is the overwhelming urge to cuddle with him instead of focusing on your studies, to which he will chuckle and sheepishly apologize. Saeran will also make sure you're not overworking yourself. He knows better than anyone what's it like to work yourself down to the bone, and he doesn't want that to ever happen to you. So, he'll bring you food, water, and remind you to rest your eyes every so often. Saeran's support is a comforting and quiet one. It makes you feel safe and unafraid of anything, as long as you know you'll have him waiting for you when you return back home.

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ziptiesnfries · 9 months

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Do Not Open Before Christmas

Box Bastards Masterpost

tag list: @spectral-whumpy-writer @transgender-scout

CWs: pet whump, unconventional restraints

“Merry Christmas!”

Lynx jolts awake, groaning. Their body aches, and their cheek is smushed against the carpet. Something stiff digs into their arms and legs, and there’s more of it wrapped around their head, securing a gag in their mouth. What the fuck happened last night? They struggle to remember as they blink the grit out of their eyes.

Kennedy stands over them in his plaid pajama pants, wearing a Santa hat. “Look at you, all wrapped up and quiet,” he coos, kneeling down to admire his own handiwork. “This is the best present I could ask for.”

They try to say fuck off, but it comes out garbled from behind the gag. As they roll over onto their back, pine needles tickle their cheek. The lights of the Christmas tree twinkle above them. It makes their head ache in a familiar way. Right. Kennedy drugged them, and then …

They glance down and glimpse the shiny lengths of red ribbon crisscrossing their body. Now it’s coming back to them.

Kennedy hooks his fingers through the ribbons and, with a little effort, hauls them upright. Their head swims, but he holds them steady. “Aww, look at you!” He grins, and there’s a plasticky crinkle as he pats the top of their head—that’s when they remember the bow. “Should I keep you like this, or should I cut you loose? Hmm? Will you be nice for me if I untie you?” They growl at him through the gag, and he laughs. “Oh, come on, Spike. That can’t be comfortable.”

It isn’t. Their hands are numb, and the hard plastic edges of the ribbon are cutting into their skin. But they continue to glare at him, unwilling to back down.

Finally, Kennedy sighs. “Well, I probably shouldn’t keep you like this for too much longer, anyway.” He fishes something out of his pocket, and they flinch at the scrape of a switchblade flipping open. “Now, hold still.”

He works slowly, from bottom to top, peeling ribbon out of the deep grooves in their bare arms and untangling the knots around their legs. They stay as still as they can, their breath stuttering every time the blade gets too close.

Unfortunately, the gag is the last thing to go. They spit it out and rub at the sores left on their cheeks. “Fuck you.”

“Hey, that’s no way to talk on Christmas.” Kennedy sets aside his knife and stands up. “And to think, I actually got you a present.” They glare at him, but he holds out his hands innocently. “No, really. If you’re good this morning, I’ll give it to you.”

Their eyes narrow. “You’re fucking with me.” The present is probably … a shock collar, or a whip, or something equally awful. He’d never give them something they actually want.

Kennedy shrugs. “Well, if you’re good, you’ll find out, won’t you?”

They’re still wary, but their aching body and dizzy head don’t give them much of a choice. “Fine,” they mutter. “I’ll … be good.” Their tongue tastes bitter, and they can’t tell if it’s from their surrender or from the gag.

“That’s the spirit!” He ruffles their hair. They flinch and bat his hands away, but he’s already distracted again, kneeling by the wrapped boxes under the tree. “Now, let’s see what I got for Christmas …”

Lynx finds a spot by the couch and dozes as Kennedy opens gifts from his friends and family. How did a dick like Kennedy get so many gifts? Lynx didn’t even know that he knew so many people—but, then, they don’t get out of the house much. They half-listen to him murmuring his appreciation over new clothes, bags of fancy coffee beans, and other uninteresting human things. Mostly they’re just relieved that he’s distracted.

“Oh, look, Spike,” says Kennedy, rousing them from their sleep. “My parents sent you some treats! Do you want one?” He shakes the box at them. The image on the front has a biscuit with some kind of sugary, sprinkle-covered coating. Lynx’s mouth waters, but they press their lips together and shake their head. Right on cue, their stomach growls. “Alright, c’mere, Spike.”

Reluctantly, Lynx crawls over to him. It’s only slightly less humiliating that he’s sitting on the floor, too, but the smug look on his face doesn’t make it any better. He pulls a biscuit out of the box and holds it teasingly in front of them. “Open up,” he says with a grin.

“I have hands, you know,” they mutter.

They reach up to take the biscuit, but he catches their wrist and leans in. “I know,” he says. “But you’re being a good little pet so you can get your reward later, and you know how this goes. So open up.”

Their face burns, but they open their mouth. As soon as the biscuit is between their lips, they bite down and yank it away. Half of it falls into their lap, but they grab it and shove it in their mouth. The biscuit is as sweet as it looks, and they practically drool over it, devouring it with embarrassing speed.

Kennedy chuckles and scratches their head. They flinch away, licking the crumbs from their lips. “Good pet. Want another?”

Their stomach still feels hollow, and they can taste leftover sugar on their tongue. They cross their arms and open their mouth.

He looks delighted as he holds out another treat, and they grab it so fast that their teeth graze his fingers. “Hey,” he warns. But his tone softens as he scratches their head again. They’re too busy trying not to choke on the too-big bite to pull away this time. “Alright, no more treats for now. I’ll get you your breakfast in a little bit.”

Still burning with embarrassment, Lynx retreats back to their spot by the couch. The rest of Kennedy’s presents go quickly, and soon the floor is littered with red and green paper and lengths of ribbon that Lynx eyes warily. But Kennedy just tosses it all in a trash bag. Lynx’s sore wrists ache with relief.

Once everything’s cleaned up, there’s just one present left under the tree. With a smug grin, Kennedy brings it over and deposits it on Lynx’s lap. The box is bigger than they expected, but not particularly heavy. For a moment, they just stare. “Aren’t you going to open it?” Kennedy prompts.

They swallow down the dread and slowly rip open the package. They lift the lid and flinch automatically, because they were expecting something horrible, not … something red and fuzzy?

Hesitantly, they pull the thing out of the box, and it unfurls into a blanket. It’s thick, not like the flimsy little one they have on their bed now, and it looks big enough to cover their whole body. All they can do is blink at it, their fingers curling in the soft, plush material.

“Well?” Their stomach jolts at the sound of Kennedy’s voice. “Do you like it?”

When they look up, Kennedy is giving them an expectant look that they can’t read. Their voice jams in their throat. Are they supposed to like it? What’s the catch?

They pause for too long. Kennedy leans over them, and they flinch away, but all he does is remove the empty box from their lap. They’re still holding up the blanket in front of them like a curtain, unsure of what to do with it.

He gives them a teasing grin as he pulls it from their hands. Their stomach jolts in anticipation, but it’s almost a relief. Of course it’s not really theirs. He’s fucking with them, like usual.

Then the blanket settles over their lap, and he ruffles their hair. “You’re so slow,” he chuckles. “It’s yours. Go ahead, use it.”

They raise an eyebrow. “You’re not gonna … kick me in the ribs or something?”

He rolls his eyes and sits down on the couch, his hand tangled in their hair. They unsuccessfully try to squirm away. “It’s Christmas, Spike. I wanted to do something nice for you. But if you’re going to be an ungrateful little bastard about it …” His hand hovers over the edge of the blanket. They tighten their grip on it. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. What do you say?”

They pull the blanket up to their shoulders and lean against the side of the couch. The blanket is so soft, it doesn’t even chafe against the marks on their arms. “Thank you,” they mutter begrudgingly.

He sighs. “You know, I really thought your reaction would be more like those cute pet videos …” He scratches their scalp, making them shudder and duck their head away. “But you’re welcome. Merry Christmas.”

It’s warm under the blanket, and even sitting up, Lynx feels themself getting sleepy. They rest their head against the back of the couch, mostly convinced that Kennedy isn’t going to hurt them right now. “Merry Christmas,” they murmur back.

#whump #whump writing #christmas whump #restrained #pet whump #captivity #captivity whump #zipwrites #oc: lynx #oc: kennedy adams #box bastards #merry christmas lynx <333 #i have a sequel started but we'll see if i finish it before the end of the week lol #if not ... maybe next year?

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mencnfire · 2 years

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♦ ☀ ✂ ❣ ❧

ilyilyilyilyily

the salty af munday meme

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

being kind of lowkey stalked? or at least, i assume as much - by someone i've had to block across blogs. i just don't understand that? i've always been open about saying, like, if you wanna ask why you've been blocked - go for it. but block evading by following me on alts is bizarre? i don't understand the end game there. idk, mildly annoying but not like...awful. just a little strange.

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

i'm very much over those blogs that are aesthetics with zero threading / character interaction. every post is either an ooc ramble or a little 'my character likes x lol' - i feel it defeats the purpose of rp. i've been mutuals in the past with someone who would constantly post interest calls, starter calls, inbox calls and then ooc posts / these one liners about their muse. what got me was that every post felt very baity. like, these short posts are, ultimately. they're an easy way for likes / comments without putting in a tonne of effort.

i guess, i'm just not a fan of the low effort style. & this is coming from someone whose head hasn't been in the game the last few weeks.

i think i just feel that people can run their blogs however they want but, they shouldn't expect everyone to like it.

✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

resident evil. 500000000000%. and it's a shame because there are a lot of very nice people /in/ that fandom. i feel, as individuals, the fandom is lovely but as a group - it feels a very hostile and anxiety-inducing environment. like, i've never joined a fandom and immediately felt scoffed at - but that fandom made me feel that way.

there's this vibe of like 'if you don't write a character a certain way, you're not valid' and it's beyond gross. certain portrayals are treated as gospel, while other - just as good - portrayals are shunned and scoffed at. it's a very gross environment. i've had conversations with multiple people from the fandom who feel the same thing & it's just a crying shame that so many re lovers will be disuaded by a small group of people.

my re mutuals here are the lovely ones - like, i've had nothing but good experiences with them and i /adore/ their portrayals. we're all resident evil lovers and we embrace it. others in the fandom? not so much, the elitism is genuinely saddening.

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

a little salty. i've not been feeling too hot the last week & it's making me antsy - you know the feelin', i'd hit you up to rant but i want u to be taking it easy cause i think ur cute.

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

nah. jealousy's a gross thing i don't waste time on - i admire a lot of people & always try to see the best in people. people i don't like very much i just ignore. but nah, jealousy's never been a thing for me. even in my relationship, i don't do it. it's not worth the energy & is way better to just be happy for peeps

#(answered)#(ooc)#(saltymeme)#me just @ing the re fandom like wot u gonna o about it dslngkndg #for real tho theres a lot of goodness there there is just this subset of people who have put themselves on a podium and literally #the way they treat others is eye rollingly gross #i dont mind people having cliques and mates but theres this mentality of like #you ARE the only chris/jill/leon etc #and if you dont fit that mould someone else sets for you 'youre not goodenough'#and the thing is i wouldnt be super salty if it was just me #for me i just find it shitty #BUT ive had multiple people tell me the same and feel the same and /that/ annoys me #(ooc) | your right hand comes off

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

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Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you.

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye.

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty.

No one believed you. And who would?

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him.

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year.

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them.

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions.

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front.

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?”

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing.

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out.

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you.

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy.

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter.

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt.

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.”

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze.

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place.

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep.

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently.

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.”

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache.

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested.

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name.

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.”

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.”

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock.

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too.

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves.

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.”

Oh, he gets it now.

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again.

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.”

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb?

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?”

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life.

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head.

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm.

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!”

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima.

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better.

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?”

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through.

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder.

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Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you.

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut.

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course.

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind.

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons?

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same.

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.”

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you.

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help.

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head.

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-”

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.”

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge.

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down.

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again.

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?”

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss.

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class.

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you.

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock.

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him.

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.”

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal.

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying.

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips.

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth.

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.”

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat.

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal.

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs.

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.”

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh.

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all.

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds.

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.”

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you.

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.”

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief.

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin.

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically.

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.”

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face.

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows.

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt.

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl.

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips.

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.”

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs.

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet.

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours.

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust.

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.”

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull.

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks.

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy.

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly.

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.”

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together.

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this?

“Say it.”

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now.

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.”

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed.

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.”

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it.

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt.

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy.

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up.

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.”

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long.

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth.

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy.

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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cat s/o headcanons

synopsis — While wandering through the forest, a lonely witch stumbles upon a magnificent castle. Disguised as a feline, you decide to explore the mesmerizing edifice, and during your small adventure end up meeting certain dorm leader...

character — Riddle Rosehearts, Leona King Scholar & Malleus Draconia.

note — Really long headcanons, it's my first writing ever. Please do not hesitate to share criticism!

part two

Heartslabyul must be the best place for a cat.

The gardens are so beautiful and peaceful, and most of it’s students are used to treating animals anyway.

But your favorite part was the tea parties. Cater allowed you to sit at the table and gave you milk and ice cream. He liked to play with you and take pictures for his Magicam.

Most students would play with you and give you small treats. But your favorite had to be the strict dorm leader.

Your first encounter with Riddle was far from pleasant, since he kept trying to get you out of the dorm. “You must not bring cats into areas of festivity!”, he would yell at Cater every time he found him spoiling you.

Leaving Heartslabyul was unimaginable! You adored all the affection and the free cake. That’s why your goal became “seducing the hardheaded leader with your feline charms”.

Cute tricks and the begging eyes you practiced for hours in front of the mirror weren’t enough. He would softly get you out of the way. You couldn’t even purr against his legs because the moment you got close, he grabbed you and walked to the entrance.

Maybe if you demonstrated you weren’t just a regular cat.

Each day before leaving your house, you started wearing adorable ribbons in the color scheme of the dorm. You also brought him presents like tea bags and crystals. Stuff your mother wouldn’t miss too much.

You went from giving the paw to more elaborate performances: balancing tea cups in your head, jumping from someone’s shoulders to land in someone else’s, and each time someone asked for something, you would bring it to them.

Riddle had to cede, not because he was convinced but mostly because watching you making such an effort made him feel guilty. Also, the students began addressing you as “the dorm’s pet”.

Slowly, the redhead gained a liking to you. He stopped complaining when you rested on his lap. He even helped you fix the lace you put so recklessly around your neck, and if he saw a pretty lace in Sam’s shop, he would buy it just for you. At the beginning, he didn’t really care about the seemingly arbitrary presents you carried in your mouth, but later kept them safe in a box.

Cater and him were actually talking about getting you a collar with something cute, like a bell or a ribbon. Trey once said it would be nice to give you something with a rose.

Other students also planned on making a place for you to stay, with a comfy bed and maybe a house.

But everyone assumed you already had an owner since you always left.

Once, they attached a note to your neck in hopes of receiving a response, but no one answered.

You just liked Riddle a lot. It felt safe whenever he gently patted your head. He always set a tea plate just for you, and soon found which desserts were your favorite. When he felt comfortable enough to let you follow him around the school, you would sit patiently behind him while he studied. He was such a dedicated person, and you admired him.

Your friendship had gone so far you once made him a bracelet with embroidery floss, and of course, you had one of your own, but he had no way to know.

One day, a rare one where your mother was home, she talked to you about a sort of convention for wizards. People would go to hear about new discoveries in the subject and meet knowledgeable magicians.

“It’s the perfect opportunity for you to start hanging out with other skilled witches,” she told you, “I think it’s about time you get used to this stuff, who knows, maybe in the future you can accompany me to other business.”

Excited was way too casual to describe you, you were shivering from eagerness. You couldn’t sleep on the nights before the event, so instead you endlessly practiced your lines and reactions.

When the awaited day came, you spent the whole thing following your mother, hearing and watching everything with fascination.

Your mom sat with other experts as you stood behind her chair. You were curiously eyeing everyone on the table when you glimpsed red hair…

Eyes opening as big as they could, you stayed the whole meeting hiding your face between your mother’s books and papers as if you were busy. But every time you watched him just a little, you noticed his confused gaze.

During a brief pause, you didn’t have the time to run away because he immediately stood up and walked to you. “I believe they have not introduced us...” he smiled fondly, looking expectant.

But all you could do was stutter. Noticing your nervous behaviour, your mom didn’t waste a second to stand up and talk for you. “[Name], and I’m their mother, Ophelia.”

Ignoring your nerves and assuming you just needed a little push, your mom kept the conversation going for a while, encouraging you to take part (“Oh, he is from that school near the house, right [Name]?” “Wow, [Name] is about your age, aren’t you, honey?” “Well, [Name] here is also really skilled with witchcraft, let me tell you about that time...”)

You suddenly excused yourself to the bathroom, deciding to hide there until the meeting finished.

“Is all your family involved in magic?” Riddle asked once you were gone. Your mother was more than happy to tell him about your millennia of history, the rooted tradition of living separated from the rest of the world (hence why you both lived in a forest), how all of your knowledge came from older generations…

When he showed a little interest in you, the woman went all into chattering about you. “I would love to enroll [Name] in advanced courses. They are such a fast learner. Even at such a young age, they control complex spells, like shape-shifting into animals.”

She kept ranting for a while and only stopped when she looked at the teen’s face, “Huh? Is something the matter? You look pale.”

Holding your breath, you left the bathroom almost twenty minutes after, just to be sure the meeting had restarted. You would wait outside and follow your mother once she finished.

Wandering a bit dejected, you were thinking about Riddle and the possibility he had recognised you. You were so absentminded you didn’t notice a familiar guy getting close.

You were suddenly held by the wrist and when you turned around, you found yourself face-to-face with the Heartslabyul leader.

He wouldn’t stop staring at your eyes, the ones he would recognise anywhere. His gaze fell down your arm and stopped at the bracelet you were wearing, the exact same he had on. (In your defense, you didn’t know he would be there, and you always wear it, it’s for luck!)

Recognising the bracelet around his wrist, you mumbled, surprised, “you are wearing it”.

Now, sitting on a bench, you two had time to talk, more accurately, to give explanations.

“Is just that… She is never home. I spent whole days, sometimes weeks, on my own. I had forgotten how it felt to have a meal with people. Your dorm is so lively, and everyone treats me really well, so I figured it out...” your feet were balancing shyly and Riddle saw your hand playing with the bracelet.

His first reaction was to get upset. He felt used. But after hearing you, he felt so perplexed and wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“Are you mad at me?” When he turned his head to look at you, he felt so guilty under your apologetic eyes.

“I am not mad”, he stated, but then remained silent.

The thing would have been awkward, but thanks to your mother who suddenly barged in, it was super awkward.

She was rambling again about the meeting and asking Riddle if he had felt sick and why he had left.

Ready to stop her and explain the whole thing, you were interrupted by Riddle’s voice.

“I feel better now, thanks. [Name] has been a lovely company. We were talking just now about how much I would like them to visit Night Raven College.I believe it would be an enriching experience.”

Of course, your mother was beyond accepting. After some arrangements, you were exchanging your goodbyes when the redhead told you “I would love to see you at our tea party.”

Next time you were in Heartslabyul, you were in your most elegant attire, sulking in your seat while the whole dorm watched you, astonished, everyone asking questions.

But after some explanations, everyone treated you like a long-time friend. Cater was really enthusiastic about it too, taking lots of pictures and calling you "kitty". You would get in your cat form sometimes and everyone cheered as if you had made a magic trick (which, in a way, it was a magic trick).

You were no longer the dorm’s pet, but their special guest.

While investigating the campus, you found a group of beastmen that decided it would be funny to chase you. You ran almost for half an hour, hiding and then fleeing when the impulsive highschool boys kept finding you.

Frantically running through the Savanaclaw dorm, you crashed against several tables and pots, until you got a sight of a closing door to which you ran towards, squishing your small cat body between the frame.

You heard the men walking down the corridor, but none of them opened the door, and you finally let yourself drop to the ground.

But your relaxation didn’t last too long, because as soon as you closed your eyes, you felt a hand grabbing you from your stomach. It was a short guy with animal ears. “Leona, when did you get a cat? You don’t expect me to feed them or something, right?” you heard him saying before hysterically hitting him with your tiny paws. Surprised, the stranger let go of you and once you landed on the floor, you escaped beneath the bed.

You were so scared you couldn’t decipher what the guys in the room said. Ruggie tried to extend his arm to grab you, but you kept crouching.

Finally he gave up after faking to leave in order to make you come out, but as soon as you got your head out of your hiding spot, you would notice him and run back.

“They’ll get out at some point. I don’t care as long as they don’t bother me.” That’s the last thing you heard before the door shut and then total silence.

After a while, you felt safe enough to crawl out from beneath the bed. The lights were turned off and someone had put on blinds on the windows. As sneaky as you could, you searched for the exit, determined to go back home and never look back again. But the door was closed, and you were too small to reach the doorknob.

The last option was to turn back to a human and open the door. You also tried to get out the window but you could neither remove the blinds with your small body.

With no options left, you got ready to turn back to your original form until you looked at the bed. Someone was lying there. But they were sleeping, so there wasn’t any problem, wasn't there? After all, you would be really quiet and fast… But a quick check wouldn’t harm you anyway. You jumped on the bed and moved around the body. Once you were near his face, you got close to be one hundred percent sure he was asleep. But as you leaned in, he opened an eye.

Seems the B plan is now out of the question. You looked at him expectantly, trying to make him open the door for you. But Leona wouldn’t move. “What? Do you want some pats?” So you walked to the door and scratched it.

“After my nap, kitty”

You scratched even harder, but the lion seemed to have gone back to his slumber. Defeated, you got back in the bed and sat next to him. After all that running, you were exhausted, and you didn't even notice when your eyes began closing.

Leona had felt the potent magic from you, and he was actually waiting to see if you were trying to steal something or hurt him. But after verifying you were indeed sleeping, he concluded you were a sort of familiar or a wizard’s pet.

When you woke up, Leona opened the door for you and let you go without further bother.

He didn’t give too much of a hassle and forgot about it until a couple of days later you approached him while he walked to one of his classes and kept following him. You even followed him to the greenhouse and lied beside him while he slept.

You were clean and quiet, and every time someone tried to wake him up you would hiss at them or throw your paws against them, so Leona kept you around.

At some point, he even would give you part of his lunch. Few Savanaclaw students claimed to have seen their leader carrying a cat back to his room several times, but when asked about it, Leona would deny it.

You two were sort of nap buddies.

Things got complicated when you suddenly stopped leaving at night. Leona allowed you to roam around, but that’s completely different from actually owning a pet. It didn’t matter how much he tried to make you go back home: he would close his dorm door, kick you softly to go away, even trying to throw you into the woods and then running.

He once sat outside with you for hours, waiting for you to leave. He dozed off for a moment and, thinking you had already left, he came back to Savanaclaw just to see you getting comfy in his bed.

Aside from the minor inconvenience, weird stuff began happening.

You stayed in the dorm while he went to his classes, and when he came back, he would find all sorts of stuff. A hair comb, toothbrush, sometimes clothes, but if he left those things unsupervised even for a few seconds, they disappeared.

Other dorm members also started noticing things. Once a student heard someone using the bathroom in Leona’s room while he was supposedly in his magift practices. Several guys began claiming to hear footsteps at unheavenly hours. It just happened once, but a first year kid swore he heard a voice.

Occurrences where the room door was locked became so common that Leona had to carry the key everywhere, and then make copies because the key would randomly get missing.

Rumor around Savanaclaw was that the former owner of the cat died (hence why the animal never returned to home), and the owner’s ghost was now following their pet.

Two weeks had passed, and Leona had enough.

Unbeknown to you, the prince was scheming a plan to uncover whatever the hell was happening.

While enjoying your afternoon nap, Ruggie approached and grabbed you. Since he often gave you food and scratched behind your ears, you had grown accustomed to him and didn’t think too much about it.

Feeling so warm in his arms, you were getting ready to go back to your dreams when he placed you inside a tiny room you had never seen before.

“It’s time for the dorm cleaning and I don’t need you leaving paw prints everywhere, so stay there, okay?,” he said with his devilish smile before closing the door.

Brooms, mops and some cleaning stuff were crumbled in what seemed to be a small warehouse. It was sheer black, and the floor was cold. Alright, nothing you couldn’t handle…

“You can eat some rats if you get really hungry. I’ll get you later,” he screamed from the other side of the door before leaving.

Wait, rats?!

Absolutely ridden by the sudden panic, you searched for a chair or table to climb to, but there was nothing. You also couldn’t find a light switch and it didn’t seem the place had a lightbulb anyway.

Frozen in place, you tried to calm down, but the moment you heard a squeak from the darkness of the room, you just couldn’t handle it.

You scratched the door desperately, but no one would come. You just needed to unlock the door and push it enough so you could leave in your cat form with no one seeing the real you.

With trembling hands, you turned the doorknob just a tiny bit and suddenly the knob was no longer in your hand. Someone had opened the door.

A yellow vest was the first thing you saw. Slowly, your eyes kept raising and raising until you met with a pair of green angry eyes.

The two of you watched at each other for a second and then you grabbed the door again, trying to close it, but Leona used his arm to impede it.

“You better have a fantastic explanation or you’ll get in a lot of trouble”

After realizing that you could live a more or less decent life on campus, you decided it was way better than letting your oppressing family control your life so you could be the next great witch. That's why you ran away.

While you were talking to him about your parents, their strict rules, how they wouldn’t let you talk to people or see the real world, giving you thousand paged books to read in a day and the non-stopping magic lessons, he kinda understood your reasons. But his face remained inexpressive as you shared your family drama. You were expecting him to convince you to going home, but as soon as you finished speaking he turned away from you and began walking.

“I don’t care what you decide to do, but you better look for another place because you are not staying in my room anymore,” he said, completely ignoring your pleading eyes while you followed him.

After tons of begging, you two came to an agreement. You could live there, but not for free. You basically became Leona’s slave. After all, you said to be willing to do anything just to stay, didn’t you?

Ruggie remained without work because everything was left to you. Not only the cleaning of his room but the entire dorm, carrying his stuff, doing his homework (since you were so skilled in reading extensive texts). He would spontaneously crave snacks and the moment you brought them, he wanted another brand. All of this while you took care of not getting caught.

In his own words, he was giving you a taste of the real world. You claimed to be ready to live on your own, well, then prove it.

But you would do every task. Sometimes on the verge of tears, but you never dared to complain. Even after his demands became more and more excessive, you would do them.

One day he finally surrendered and sat in front of you, “alright, when are you going back home?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” you told him, rejecting all of his advice.

That’s when he told you about his own family problems. Although he omitted a lot of information. You two had a really long conversation trying to convince the other that your families were worse.

“But run away will solve it? Do you really want a life of hiding and depending on others just to escape from your family?”, after noticing your resilience to answer, he finished with: “let’s do this, go back and talk with them, but talk clearly. And if your parents refuse to understand, I promise I’ll let you stay with me even after I return to my home.”

After making him promise it thousands of times and even write it down (with his signature, of course), you gained enough courage to go to your family. Expecting to get back the same day to NRC and laugh in Leona’s face.

But a day passed, and there was no sight of you in the dorm.

Leona was actually getting worried when you finally appeared. Sleeping in his bed as a cat.

After getting back with your parents, even though you got into trouble, your family got so scared that they had enough time to realize all the reasons you had to escape. They weren’t ready to let you go into the cold, cruel world, but agreed to give more permissions. (Mind you, “going to see a guy after sunset in his room” wasn’t one of those permissions.)

Although you stopped living in the dorm, that wasn’t the last time the Savanaclaw students heard of you.

Malleus' first encounter with the curious creature occurred during one of his night walks. He was walking through Ramshackle's tranquil garden when he noticed bright eyes peeking out of a bush. They shared glances for a minute until a frightened cat emerged from the leafs and refused to lose sight of him as he backed away until it felt safe enough to turn and run.

It didn’t matter. He was already used to others feeling threatened by his presence. However, the event bothered him enough that, for the second encounter, he attempted to lure the feline.

“Good night”, he said to the cat briefly before continuing with his path.

The animal seemed to understand Malleus’ genuine intentions and after that day began appearing constantly. Always watching from afar. Hiding in the forest if the stranger got too close.

With the passing of time, the cat started getting closer. They then began walking alongside the fae. When they felt comfortable enough, they would greet him purring between his legs.

Malleus felt satisfied. There was a certain special bond between him and his night companion. Although most of the time both would enjoy their company in silence, nights where he shared vague ideas and commentaries about his day were not missing. And since his little confidant would always listen carefully, Malleus was sure that given the opportunity, the cat would have conversed happily.

Of course, since day one, he noticed the unusual magical aura surrounding the animal. But this wasn’t his first time hearing about a magical cat. So he just let it slip.

The lie was discovered on a rainy night. The young prince was unbothered by the storms, therefore went with his habitual stroll. But something was different. His loyal companion never arrived. Maybe they had looked for a shelter from the rain?

Malleus couldn’t simply… leave. Not after months of nightly escapades with the cat. They no longer were a stray cat but his friend -or at least, that’s the way the leader of Diasomnia felt-. Worried, he waited around an hour before going to look for them on the usual route.

Late at night, the storm hadn’t ceased, nor Malleus had stopped searching. He was walking near the woods when a sad meow captured his attention. There was you, caught in a tree’s branches, refusing to get out into the frightening storm.

The fairy raised his arms and without a doubt you jumped to his chest, grasping desperately his uniform. “It's alright. Thunder can’t hurt you here.”

He ended up bringing you to his dorm. He laid you softly in his bed and during the entire night; you stayed shivering beneath the sheets. The next morning, the only remnant of the storm was a soft mizzle. Deciding to let you sleep a bit more, Malleus left quietly for his classes.

He came back as soon as classes ended (or as soon as he could escape them). But when he opened the door instead of finding his cute pet, he encountered a person with black clothes sitting in the bed and playing shyly with their fingers.

“So… I might not be a cat…” the intruder said, each word getting slower and softer. Their head was low with shame and they almost disappeared between their oversized clothes. “Sorry.”

Peaceful as always, Malleus asked a few questions. Clearly ignorant of the growing nervousness in the witch. You told him about your family, a long line of magicians which believed that the only way to remain pure was to stay in contact with the self, and that meant leaving the society and raising children inside the family environment. You were all alone with your granny, a loving but strict lady who instructed you in magic ways from a young age but wouldn’t let you get out into the real world.

Full of curiosity, you awaited every night until she fell asleep and transformed into a cat. At the beginning, you only roamed the forest around your house, but when you started getting further, you were captivated by an enormous castle that you later learned was Night Raven College.

Last night you had tried to get back home before the rain got worse, but it was so dark that you couldn’t find the way. Lost and cold, you climbed a tree and waited, crying for help, until Malleus appeared.

After giving your last apologies, you left all gloomy and humiliated. But contrary to what you thought, Malleus was far from mad. He got all excited, thinking that now that the truth was out, you two were practically friends.

That’s why he got so confused when you stopped appearing.

Truth is, you couldn’t find the guts to go back (you were also like, really grounded). And you probably would have never got out of your house again if it weren’t for your grandmother, whose immense ire was exchanged with worry when days later you would still play with the food for hours before getting a bite and sit in the window with a defeated look.

A week had already passed when walking by the Ramshackle dorm, Malleus saw a figure sitting in the stairs. He approached carefully and expected you to say something, but you would only look at your feet. After a minute of silence, he decided to only sit next to you.

Comforted by the stillness, you took out a circular box and offered it to the man, still unable to look him in the eyes. “My grandma told me to bring you this”, he grabbed the box and opened it in his lap, revealing several homemade biscuits. “She thanks you because you helped me get down the tree, sorry.”

“Have I ever talked to you about my grandmother?” He asked and smiled triumphantly after you finally raised your head to deny with a glimpse of a smile in your lips.

He got really surprised when, upon hearing that he was the prince from the Valley of Thorns, you squealed so loud… So you weren’t aware?

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #riddle x reader #leona x reader #malleus x reader #twst malleus #twst riddle #twst leona #gender neutral reader #twst headcanons

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seetheothersideofparadise · 2 years

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Pretty Fangs: How Times Have Changed

An introduction to an ongoing series I’ll be doing! Pretty Fangs, a Series about a Human and his Pet Vampire

While both use He/Him, whenever the Human Whumper has the POV or refers to the Vampire Whumpee, he always uses It/Its in a dehumanizing way.

Tags for this part (I’ll do more for the whole series later) are: Vampire Whumpee, Pet Whump, Human Whumper, Obedient Whumpee, Chains, Worldbuilding, Affectionate Whumper, Whumper POV, Dehumanization, Semi-Institutionalized Pets, Touchy Whumper, Conditioning

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Vampires were once considered ‘Creatures of the Night’ and something to be feared. It used to be dangerous to go out at night, even in groups. ‘Vampire’ was once a word that struck fear in the hearts of many.

Mathias now looks back at those days and chuckles softly to himself. So strange, to think that vampires had once been anything but pets or vermin.

Nowadays, the common vampire lives and is treated like nothing but a rat or stray. The city has been making an effort to clean up the streets recently, doing constant sweeps to round up any loose vampires on the streets and send them to local containment facilities, varying on just how feral they are. Places to keep them until they can either be properly trained to be put in pet shops, or picked up by trainees like Mathias himself.

Though, unlike most trainees, Mathias only takes on one at a time. Quality over quantity after all. People pay thousands for the kind of vampires he puts on the market, always so well trained but also lacking any lasting marks from said training. His vampires aren’t some common street rats but rather, the type you could enter in a show.

It’s been a long time since Mathias has ever wanted to keep one for himself but his most recent one? It’s bloomed so beautifully that he thinks he’ll keep it around.

It stands by his fireplace, in perfect form as always. Golden, padded chains begin at the jewel studded collar on its neck and run all the way down to its wrists. It’s hands are resting on its stomach, unable to stretch out fully even if it wanted to due to the limited length of the chains. Though, because of how the arm is positioned, the extra length of chain hangs loosely, giving it a nice J shaped loop.

Claw Caps cover the otherwise hideous nails with a soft rose gold color, and it’s long, white hair has been combed and straightened out. Brilliant red eyes stare straight ahead at the wall, not making eye contact since it’s not being addressed, just like how a good pet should act. And of course, luxury pet like this one has been outfitted with a frilled white shirt, a forest green ribbon, dark pants, and boots that make an audible ‘Clack’ wherever they walk. It’s important for Mathias to know it’s every move, even if he’s certain it won’t run from him. Not anymore.

It’s truly an exquisite thing. Mathias hasn’t been able to bring it out of the house when it was still in training but there’s a gala coming up soon. He could have it’s grand debut there, though many will be disappointed to hear it won’t be for sale. None of them will argue though, one look at his new vampire and they’ll all understand. White hair is rare in vampires after all, and with how pretty it is? Of course he couldn’t let it go.

Mathias’ eyes traces over every detail of his pet, admiring every bit of his work. It doesn’t react if it notices, continuing to stare ahead. Such a good pet, he thinks. It’s come so far from the skittish street rat he found before. He’s so very proud.

“Pearl?” Mathias addresses it at last. Immediately it snaps to attention, moving nothing other than its head and betraying no emotion on its face. His pride swells further and he beckons it. “Come. Sit next to me.”

Pearl obeys without question, swiftly and gracefully seating itself beside him. Mathias can’t stop smiling. He coos at it, reaching over and softly cupping it’s face. It’s eyes shut, leaning into the touch.

“Flawless.” Mathias traces his forefinger along its jawline. Gently, he tips it’s head upwards with only the one finger, getting no resistance as it bares its neck towards him. He traces further down before reaching its collar and giving it a slight tug. Sure enough, the collar is fastened tightly and doesn’t budge. Pearl doesn’t make any noise of protest like it used to.

“Such a good pet,” Mathias praises, “So good for me. I don’t know if you remember but you’ve come such a long way. Do you remember when I first brought you home? You wouldn’t let me touch you.”

“I was a bad pet then, Sir.” Pearl answers dutifully. It’s voice is a little gravely from not speaking for hours now, but Mathias doesn’t mind. He rather likes it, even. A confirmation of his pet’s obedience.

“You were.” Mathias murmurs in agreement. He brings his hand back up, tilting its head back down so it can look him in the eyes. “But you’re perfect now. I’m so proud of you.”

A purr rises from Pearl’s throat. Mathias laughs softly, cupping his face once again and watching the once ‘Creature of the Night’ nuzzle into his hand.

“This is what you’re meant to be.” Mathias tells it. “This is how all vampires should be. Did you know that some want you as servants? Bodyguards?” He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. “Fools. You’re far too pretty to be any of those things. At most, you should fetch things, but you’re not meant for anything heavy duty. You look so pretty in fine clothes. You purr. You’re meant to be a pet, through and through.”

Pearl purrs again, in agreement this time.

Mathias hums to himself. “Look how much happier you are. You were so scared when I brought you in, fresh off the streets. Dirty, starving, helpless— vampires need someone to take care of them. They wouldn’t attack anyone if they did. The streets could be clean and vampires could be safe, happy, and never have to think again.”

He slowly rubs his thumb against Pearl’s cheek, only strengthening the happy purrs. It’s like puddy in his hands.

“You’re far too pretty to think,” Mathias tells it, “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Sir.” Pearl agrees without question, too enthralled by his touch. It looks nothing short like a happy cat, finally getting a little tender loving care after years of being denied it. It saddens Mathias to think about it. All the vampires who need kind owners like him.

But he’ll change that soon enough. He has some real authority in the city, people listen to him. It’s only a matter of speeding up the process.

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Anddd that’s the intro for this story! Hopefully it’ll at least give you a good idea of the general world and the main whumpee and whumper. More plot will be revealed later, I got big ideas for this one! Hope you guys liked it, tell me if I need to tag anything that I forgot!

#Atlas Writes #Pretty Fangs Series #pet whump #whump #whumpblr #vampire Whumpee #Pet Vampire #Human Whumper #chains #obedient whumpee #affectionate whumper #touchy Whumper #dehumanization #institutionalized pets #Conditioning

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earthxangell · 3 years

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message from your pet || pick-a-card reading

Take a few deep breaths and let your intution guide you towards a certain pile. Choose a letter and read the meaning down below.

Only for fun purposes. Take what resonates and leave everything else behind.

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Pile 1

Your connection: There’s definitely a very interesting situation going on, haha! I feel like you and your pet have completely different personalities if I would compare you to each other. You or them can be quite impulsive & reckless while the other is more steady, calm and mature about their presence. Like, one is bringing chaos & mess with them and the other is sitting there and silently judging this kind of behavior. It’s a very funny & wholesome connection, I completely adore you both for that.

Why you were brought together: You’re perfectly balancing each other with such difference between you two. It could’ve been quite hard at first, but you were guided to learn and take care of this pet in order to have this ‘balance’ in your life. Maybe you’re the person who lives alone and needed a friend, maybe you’re this mature and so-serious person that had to have a little fun in their life - whatever the case, your pet has entered your life when you most needed it and is planning to stay with you for a really long time.

What your pet loves: Your pet absolutely adores having fun. They’re playful and quite lively too, they’re always moving around, running, jumping and etc. It’s like it’s never quiet when they’re near you and I’m also sensing that you like to mutter and tell them that they’re annoying but secretly love them with the whole heart. They know that you do and is telling me that you cannot trick them to think otherwise with this disgruntled face of yours! I’m also channeling message that they love treats with their whole heart so you should definitely give it to them more often.

What your pet fears: But there’s also a fear they’re delusional about your connection with them. They are very afraid to found out that you do not care for them as much as they do. Because they care and love you so so so much and are very thankful to be around you so it would be quite painful for them to find out that you do not feel the same. There’s also a message that they’re afraid that you’ll find a better option (another pet)...for some reason. I’m also sensing a worry that you tend to spend your days daydreaming quite often and not that grounded and present? I’m seeing this vision of someone laying down and lookind into one direction without blinking and your pet sitting near you, clearly worried. They’re saying that it’s totally okay to dream but spend so much time on dreaming can be quite unhealthy so they would like for you to work on that.

How to help your pet: I feel like you do not like to show your weakness and true emotions. I’m also getting a feeling that you don’t like to deal with it even when you’re alone with yourself. Your pet is asking you to be honest with them and do not fear to go and hug them when you’re feeling sad or lost or weak. They love you no matter what and is hopeful that you can trust them more. They would also love it if you would show them your love and care more often - pet them, play with them, talk with them. Spend as much time as you can because you’re really special to them and they hope that they’re special to you too.

A message from your pet: Sometimes you can shy away from opportunities or spend a lot of time before making any action or decision because you don’t want to get in troubles and it’s hard for you to come out of your comfort zone. Your pet is encouraging you to take a leap of faith more often and believe that everything is going to be fine if you do so. They’re always here to support you when you need it so do not hesitate and be more brave and courageous with life.

Pile 2

Your connection: I feel like you two like to ‘poke’ and challenge each other sometimes? But there’s also a great admiration, trust and love between you two. It’s so comfortable & familiar here so you can try and ‘annoy’ each other from time to time? I honestly don’t know why I’m getting this message but I feel like this is your dynamic with them - lovingly testing each other limits out of boredom or pure interest. It’s very interesting and seems kinda fun as well? haha I’m sorry for rambling here. And I feel like both of you are enjoying this little games even if one of you are showing a completely different reaction. It’s a playful but at the same time soft and wholesome energy.

Why you were brought together: You two were brought up together to understand and learn patience. You may have met your pet at the time when you had to start some sort of a project and a very long one (for example, before starting a college or working on some creation). Something where you have to learn to be patient about results and methodical about your actions and attitude towards this situation. There’s also a message that you may have met your pet when you’ve lost something and went through a pretty rought time, where you were lost and didn’t know what to do. Whatever the case - they were brought to you to serve as a remedy and make it a little bit easy for you to deal with problems.

What your pet loves: It’s pretty simple - they love you. Your pet loves when you’re gentle with them and show your love to them. They also like to do the same for you. Your connection seems pretty harmonious and genuine. Both of you can understand each other needs and there’s like this mutual respect and agreement between you two. This is a very special connection right here and it’s undeniable for someone who sees your interaction for the first time. I’m also getting a message that they like to sleep in bed with you or in one room at least. They’re always around and don’t like to leave your side.

What your pet fears: If you tend to hold a grudge because of them or their actions - they’re very sorry. They don’t like when you’re mad or not talking/interaction or ignoring them. It makes them feel lost and upset and they honestly don’t know what to do if you act like that. Be a little bit easy on them, they love you very much.

How to help your pet: First of all, there’s a strong message that they absolutely ADORE the sound of your voice so they would love if you could talk to them about anything you want from time to time. They also like to sleep while listening to your voice, so you can talk with them even if they’re taking a nap - it makes them calm and feel at ease. What I’m also getting is that your pet wants you to succeed in whatever field you’ve choosen for yourself - they want you to achieve the higher places and know that they see how hard you’re working and putting efforts into something you love. They adore you and want nothing but only the best for you. So the prime help that you can get for your pet - is to move forward and receive the success you deserve. They’re here for you from the very start of your jorney.

A message from your pet: They would like for you to not forget to rest and spend your time while raising vibrations - doing something you love throughout the day. Even if it’s a silly movie about superheroes or playing some game on your computer or your phone. You deserve to have fun and happiness. Never limit yourself when it comes to that.

Pile 3

Your connection: Before I’ll start I want to say that I was channeling a message from the picture on this pile and you pet may be one of your spirit guides or a familiar. This is a very intuitive pile right here and your connection is much more than it seems. Okay, let’s move on. I feel like you and your pet like to spend time in solitude. What I’m also getting is that you or your pet like to be awake at night. There’s also a message that they can have dark fur color? Black, brown and etc. Something like that. Your connection with your pet is pretty special and has this healing nature that is quite hard to deny. I’m also getting that both of you are very quiet and steady. It’s like sitting in comfortable silence and doing whatever you want and it’s not awkward and bothering you. You’re doing your thing and they’re doing their thing.

Why you were brought together: You and your pet were brought together when you most it needed it. There some things that had to end for you and those endings were quite harsh and radical to say the least. And your pet is showing up as a hope right there - that everything will be all right and things will definitely get better because you’re not alone. You were brought together to move through these ‘hard’ times in comfortable presence of each other. They’re your silent support and stability that is always around and that is not going to disappear and leave you when everything is crumbling down around you. They’re this creature who doesn’t have to say anything for you to understand that they care. They’re just there. Always. And no one can replace them for that.

What your pet loves: The first message that I’m getting here is that they love night time and like to show activity at this time. They enjoy silence (like REALLY) and when no one tries to bother them. They have this quite lazy nature about them as well. They don’t like to move around that much and mostly sleep or just lay down the whole day. They’re also pretty smart and do not like to cause inconvenience. They just sleep, eat and sleep again. Pretty simple and pretty useful as I would say haha

What your pet fears: They don’t like when it’s noisy and crowdy. They enjoy and cherish their comfort zone and it really bothering you pet when someone tries to disturb them. They’re pretty scared of the noises and can get scared when it’s storming outside for example.

How to help your pet: Take a good care of them and be nice - they don’t want anything more than that. Also, they are really enjoy eating so if you could treat them with their favorite food or snacks more often - they would be quite happy.

A message from your pet: When you feel like the world is falling apart around you, you have to understand that it’s not happening for nothing. There’s no such thing as a personal agenda from the Universe towards you. It’s for the better - so you could see that what you’ve lost is not meant for you from the very beginning. It’s a painful awakening but it’s a necessary one. You can move forward. And you will.

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twistedgardens · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request head canons on professor crewel having a secret relationship with one of his students head canons?

How he noticed they were interested in him, how he approached them about it, then how he is in it? And the secret things he would do for them?

Ty!

(I do not condone this irl just for fictional purposes <3)

I totally get it. Obviously, even if a student is the legal age, which is generally 18, relationships between a student and teacher is an abuse of power. The teacher in question should be declared morally bankrupt and loose their teaching license.

But we're going to ignore all that for the sake of fiction and fictional men because forbidden romances are hot. lol

We're just going to automatically make Night Raven College an actual university setting rather than high school because I don't write about teenagers in this context (especially involving a teacher).

For the student, it starts out as a crush during freshman year, which grows stronger over time. What's not to find attractive about Professor Crewel? He's intelligent, smartly dressed, sophisticated, and nice to admire from afar. Wanting to impress Professor Crewel, they study hard specifically in potions class just to get him to say "good boy." Unless the student is the transplant from another dimension and they don't identify with male-related endearments. In which case, Crewel will switch to "good girl" or "good puppy," demanding on what Yuu tells him about their preferred identity. He might slip once in a while because he so used to teaching an all-men's college, but will immediately apologize. Whether they're one of the regular students or Yuu, Divus occasionally rewards them with endearments, extra credits, and maybe even a head pat.

It's on one occasion that Divus truly notices his effect on the student. After giving them an excellent score in class, he goes to pet them on the head, only to notice how they lean slightly towards his hand. Odd, but he doesn't think much of it. The next day he happens to walk them in the hallway. One second they're chatting with Ace & Deuce, but the moment Professor Divus comes into view, they duck behind the pair, who're now utterly confused. The student hides their face behind their books until he passes them by. During the next class session, Divus paid attention to their reactions. They were more studious than the others, including those who also had high marks. It was then that Divus felt their eyes following him in class and looked away when Divus turned in their direction. Divus put two and two together and decided to test his theory.

The student so innocent looking like their attempts to hide their obvious attraction had worked. Divus recalled them back into the classroom one day under the guise of an extra credit assignment. When the doors were locked and curtains pulled down to block any and all prying eyes, Divus made them confess. All of their efforts should be rewarded, yes? Now, obviously, Divus wasn't going to continue giving good grades just because of their relationship. If they fail a test, they failed. But that doesn't mean they can't have other things. For the student, alchemy and potions class is both intense and thrilling. Lingering gazes, subtle touches, and special "after class tutoring." Divus gives other students actual tutoring secessions just to keep the ruse going and avert suspicion.

If the student is from Twisted Wonderland, Divus is extra careful not to draw attention to their relationship. If not, Divus doesn't throw caution to the wind just because that special person isn't even supposed to be at Night Raven. It just means Divus is a little more tempted by the thrill of getting caught. In the meantime, Divus treats them to shopping dates especially if the they're not from Twisted Wonderland since Dire Crewel isn't exactly going out of his way to make sure that students have more than one outfit besides their uniforms. Divus is kind of a sugar daddy. All his partner has to do is get good grades, look pretty, and keep him company. In exchange, they're treated to good dinner, extra clothes and personal comforts, shopping trips, and spending time with him. They just have to remember to come up with a good lie to hide the fact that Divus is giving them money.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #professor divus #divus crewel #twst divus #answers and requests

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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The Yandere!Demon Brothers' Darkest Fantasies.

TW: Graphic Violence, (Imagined) Non-Con, Power-Play, Master/Servant Dynamics, Dub-Con, Mentions of Masturbation, Mentions of Blood/Bruising, and General Unhealthy Mindsets All Around.

Lucifer wants you to bow to him.

Out of everyone on the list, he does the least to hide his fantasies, regardless of how depraved or dubious or down-right disgusting they get. Why would he? There are only a handful of people stronger than him, more capable than him, and when it’s so clear that you’re so weak and feeble and in such desperate need of guidance, he hardly feels the need to wait for you to ask. It borders on pet-play, honestly, if only because he’s so quick to pull out a collar the first time you puff out your cheeks and refuse to get on your knees when he was nice enough to order around you politely.

It’s all about control for him, or rather, the reassurance that he’s the one who has it. The knowledge that he’s the strongest, the most responsible, and that he deserves to be in charge, even if things tend to get bloody under his command. He’ll make you say such awful things, telling you exactly what he wants to hear as the heel of his boot digs into your bare spine, keeping your chest pressed against the floor while you sing his praises and drag your own name through the mud, confessing every rash, irresponsible thing you’ve ever done in an effort to distract him from the whip that never seems to leave his hand. He knows what it’s like to be treated as something holy, what it’s like to be revered rather than feared, and he doesn’t want to stop pushing until you look at him with the same admiration, the same unadulterated love he used to be showered in.

And if you don’t, if you won’t, he’ll be happy to break you down until you don’t have another choice. Obedience is a close second to reverence, and Lucifer has enough toys to make either a viable option.

Mammon wants to keep you to himself.

It’s a natural progression, honestly. He’s your first, he’s your man, and you’re his human, his responsibility, the most useless treasure in his collection and the only one that truly, genuinely matters to him. For now, he can wrap an arm around your waist, narrow his eyes and keep any potential rivals at a distance, but he can’t do anything to keep away his own brothers. Baring his teeth and sharpening his claws feels childish when all you do is smile and tell him not to be so jealous. Everything he does feels pointless when you can just laugh and run off with the first person to pull you away from him. You make it pointless. You are pointless, you should just be lucky he wants you anyway.

It’d be so simple, too, so easy to just close the door to his room and not open it again, not until you’re chained to something too tight to slip out of. No one would be able to get their hands on you, no one would be able to take you away, it’d just be you and him and no one else, not if he can help it. You’d be his to ruin, his to care for, his to dote on or discipline or do whatever he pleases to, whenever he wants to. It’d be heaven for him, and… it wouldn’t be, for you.

That’s part of the fantasy, and he hates it. He doesn’t want to be cruel to you, he doesn’t want to see you cry because of him, and yet, all he wants to do is polish his newest addition until it’s as shiny and as his as the rest of his hoard. He wants not to care when you cry, he wants to look down at your shaking body and he wants to laugh, to sneer, to tell you that this is your fault and you have no one to blame but yourself. Maybe he wants to be more apathetic, maybe he just wants to stop being so hesitant, but what he wants seems to be less important than what he’s starting to need. If the number of ‘packages’ he’s been getting is any indication, I wouldn’t count on his reluctance lasting for much longer.

Leviathan wants you to make him cry.

He’s not a masochist. Or, he is a masochist, but not in the way you’d assume. Leviathan doesn’t bother pretending to be confident. He doesn’t act like he has all the self-esteem in the world, and he doesn’t try to hide his (admittedly poor) view of his lifestyle. That might be why he loses his composure whenever you compliment him, why he stutters and blushes and gets so awkward when you try to tell him that you like the way he is, that you love him for it. That you don’t mind.

It’s an awful, unhealthy part of himself that wants you to say otherwise. To contradict yourself, to smirk and shove him onto your bed and say you couldn't find him more disgusting, that you’ve never known someone so pathetic. Maybe it’s just a depraved daydream, a desire to have his worst fears proven right by the person he loves most, or maybe, he just likes the image of you riding him into overstimulation as you make him thank you for taking pity on someone so hopeless, maybe he just likes to imagine the feeling of your hands around his neck, your grip tightening every time his gaze falls lower than your eyes. He has a whole list of names for you to call him, insults ranging from ‘pervert’ to ‘drain on society’, but he’d never tell that to you. No, he can barely bring himself to think about this kind of stuff, let alone say any of it outloud.

All he can do is let his touch wander whenever he hugs you, let his fingers brush against things they shouldn’t and leave them to linger for far too long for his actions to be taken as an innocent mistake. He isn’t sure whether he’s trying to push you to hate him, trying to really make his fantasy into a reality, or if he just wants you to get the message that he wants something more intimate, something more violent. Either way, he’s started leaving his door unlocked when his mind begins to wander. Open, sometimes, if it’s just the two of you home. Just hope your room isn’t too close to his. He tends to get… explicit, when he’s feeling passionate.

Satan wants to show everyone who you belong to.

His fantasy is one of the most depraved, if only because it barely has anything to do with you. No, it’d only be fitting for the Avatar of Wrath’s favorite daydream to be centered around something more possessive, something more domineering, something totally and utterly separate from the person he loves. You’re not replaceable, it has to be you for him to care to put in the effort, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to check whether or not you’re enjoying yourself when he bends you over the dining room table in the middle of breakfast, for no other reason than Asmodeus commented on your outfit and Beelzebub offered to carry your bag and neither of them should be doing so much as looking at you when he’s right there, when it’s so clear that you belong to someone and that he doesn’t want to share.

On the outside, his self-control is as impeccable as always, but he’d be lying if said his hand didn’t twitch every time Mammon stood a little too close, every time Leviathan scraped up the courage to talk to you. He’s so strong, too, and you’re so, so weak, it wouldn’t even be a fair fight. He could cage you against a bookshelf or throw you onto a countertop and what would you do? Try to push him away? Scream for help? An audience is what he wants, what he craves, a crowd of anyone and everyone who's ever touched you to watch as you beg for him to stop and moan his name and cry as you cum, even if he has to get a little messier than he’d like, for that. Risky sex might come close to scratching his itch, but the risk of being caught and making a show of something so private are two different vices entirely. You’ll be lucky if it does anything but make him bolder, more blatant with his plans. He takes after Lucifer, in that regard. He doesn’t know why he’d try to hide it.

As far as he’s concerned, he owns you, and you’ve only got yourself to blame if you haven’t realized that yet. It’s only fair that he gets to mark what’s his, as plainly and as publicly as possible.

Asmodeus wants you to say ‘no’ to him.

Do I really have to say anything else? He’s so tired of seduction, so sick of glazed eyes and glossy lips and people so intoxicated by his presence, they’re practically tripping over themselves just to feel the heels of his boots press into their backs as he walks over them. It’s not that he wants a chase, he’s always been a pacifist at heart, and he’d rather not have to resort to any unsavory means, he’s just bored and feed-up and he wants something new, even if it’s only fun for him.

It doesn’t help that he’s terrible at holding himself back. He’s good at hiding his true feelings (he’s already so touchy, it gets hard to tell what’s innocent and what’s not), but it’s impossible not to notice how fond he’s become of admiring your wrists, buying you bracelets so thick and so heavy, you can hardly hold them up. You can’t ignore it when he takes a moment too long to pull away when you tell him you want space, or just how hesitant he seems to let you go after ‘playfully’ pinning you to his bed. He wants to keep going. He wants to see the light drain from your eyes as you realize he’s not going to stop, to feel you writhe and struggle and try to get away, to hear you scream your safeword and to ignore it, to not care than you don’t want him. He doesn’t want to make you suffer, not any more than he has to, but his heart never fails to beat a little faster when he pictures it, and he gets more excited than he’s been in centuries by the thought alone.

If anything, you should feel honored. It’s been so long since he wanted something so specific, someone so specific, he almost forgot what it was like to lust for rather than be lusted after. I’d say he’s unprepared for it, but Asmodeus is hard to catch off-guard, and this just so happens to be his area of expertise. He has a way of getting what he wants, even if he has to make things a little difficult for everyone else.

Beelzebub wants to see how far you bend.

You really can’t blame him for being curious. It’s more of an intrusive thought than a fantasy, something he can’t help but think about, not once he realizes how strong he is and how resilient you aren’t. And, unlike the others, his fantasy has a specific catalyst, a real, substantial reason for its existence. He’d just been holding your hand, his grip still bordering on loose, but your fingers had cracked under his like glass under a bulldozer. It was just a sprain, something Simeon had healed with a contemplative glance and a flick of his wrist, but it stuck with Beelzebub. It stuck with him and god, he wishes it hadn’t.

He can’t help the places his mind wanders to. He can’t stop himself, not once he starts wondering what it’d be like if he was just a little bit bigger and you were just a little bit smaller and he cared a lot less about hurting you than he does, in reality. You’d be so tight, warm and welcoming and so easily broken if he does so much as breaths on you the wrong way, and you’d look so pretty afterward, too sore to move without his help and absolutely covered in bruises and bitemarks he didn’t even have to try to leave.

The aftercare is the only part he doesn’t mind wanting. At least it’s softer than the rest of it, full of kisses and snacks and touches so light, he can almost pretend he hadn’t just imagined fucking you until your ribs caved in under his palms. He’s mapped out every ugly, tender mark he’d leave, every place you’d ache and throb, every minute of your recovery - every second it’d take you to get well enough for him to do it all over again. Maybe he’ll even call in a favor, bow his head and swallow his shame for just long enough to have someone who’s got a hand for healing on stand-by so he wouldn’t have to wait, but he never lets his mind drift that far. He’s too busy trying to convince himself he still doesn’t want to hurt you.

Belphegor wants to take advantage of your trust.

Unlike his twin, Belphegor wishes he just wants to hurt you. Pain is simple, or, physical pain is simple, anyway. He could tell himself it’s because you’re human, that hating you is just an old habit he hasn’t kicked. He’d pinch your cheeks and pull at your hair and he’d try to be satisfied with that, he’d tell himself he doesn’t want anything more. He’d be lying to himself, of course, but it’d still be an honest effort. Unfortunately, what he wants isn’t that clear-cut. It isn’t that shallow, and that’s why he has to hate himself for it.

Maybe it arose the first time you fell asleep before him, when you were so vulnerable and exposed and so helpless he had to wonder whether or not you had a deathwish. Or how at-peace you seem during his rare shows of affection, as if the talons tracing patterns into your skin couldn’t easily dig in and pull at the slightest hint of a threat. You’re so comfortable around him, so careless, you need to be taught a lesson and he needs to teach it to you. On good days, it’s almost innocent. Groping you while you’re only half-awake, letting his hand trail up your thigh during a council meeting because he knows you’re too nice to say anything. On bad days, on most days, he’s fucking his fist to the thought of holding you down while someone you like much less than him does something vile to your anatomy, only offering the barest hints of comfort when your crying gets loud enough to be annoying.

You trust him, and the worst part is, you’ll probably still trust him when he’s done. He’s been forgiven for worse, and that’s what gets him off, the idea that you’ll still look at him like the closest friend you’ve ever had the moment he averts his eyes and offers a half-hearted apology, saying he’s grown, that he just had to get it out of his system, that he won’t do it again even though he absolutely, definitely will. And you’ll believe him, because somehow, you still trust him. Because you’re always going to trust him.

Because he’s prepared to bleed you dry until you don’t know how to do anything but trust him, anymore.

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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How Genshin Characters View the Traveler (aka crushes galore)

I know this isn't a Genshin blog but I need to get this off my chest and organize my thoughts because I believe in Aether harem supremacy ✌

Disclaimer: this is meant for fun, so don’t get your knickers in a twist

Albedo

Albedo blatantly admits that the traveler fascinates them. He'll usually ask to hear of their numerous journeys and take notes on them. He quite enjoys their company, but Albedo is pretty clueless about his own feelings, especially those of the romantic sort. He wonders why he catches himself staring at them so much.

Amber

Amber is easily one of the traveler’s biggest supporters. She almost gets a bit too excited whenever they’re around, but she’ll also outright deny that she has a crush on them if anyone were to poke fun at her. If time allows it, she’ll often ask them to go gliding around Mondstadt with her.

Ayaka

Ever since she first heard of the traveler, their accomplishments genuinely impressed Ayaka. However, once she first met them in person, she was taken aback by how attractive they were. Furthermore, once they helped her out, she gets more insight of how truly wonderful they are and her affections (hence the dance performance).

Barbara

Barbara truly believes they are an actual gift sent by Barbatos himself. Not only are they kind and helpful, but they treat her with respect as a person, not some glorified object. She tends to get flustered easily and turns shy whenever the traveler compliments her.

Beidou

Beidou likes to laugh, and she thinks the traveler is funny. She often swaps stories about fights and adventures with them, so there’s definitely a bond between them! She especially appreciates their fighting spirit and would be honored to have them join their crew or at least be a drinking buddy (despite what the traveler says).

Bennett

The traveler is essentially an idol in Bennett's eyes. He admires them so much, but it never gets to the creepy level of obsession. He jumps at the opportunity to travel with them every time. Bennett isn't really good with distinguishing feelings, but knowing that they treat him as an equal makes his stomach flutter.

Childe

Hey girlie 😏 Childe gets off to the idea of someone successfully kicking his ass or potentially being able to kill him, so he is an absolute simp for the traveler. He genuinely loves it when they show disinterest at his flirting, and he swoons whenever they're sarcastic with him. He's not pathetic, he's just a sadomasochist.

Chongyun

Frankly, Chongyun’s just happy to have another friend besides Xingqiu. He also really likes the way they don’t push him out of his comfort zone, but instead try to gently coax him out. He’s often very cold to the touch and constantly chilly, but he feels oddly warm whenever the traveler is beside him.

Diluc

Appreciates the fact that the traveler isn't full of shit (unlike some people). He's impressed by their competence and their fighting abilities, so he doesn't hesitate in complimenting them. He usually says things without really thinking through them, so sometimes Diluc says something sappy or embarrassing without meaning to.

Diona

Diona thinks the traveler may or may not be cute. She won't admit it, though. She won't admit that she cares about their wellbeing either. The traveler is just another person who's going to come and go, so there's no point in getting invested in them. It's a relatively simple crush, nothing more.

Eula

Eula is more or less impressed with the traveler. She views them as a truly reliable person that is able to get the job done. Although she may seem skeptical at times, one of her greatest fantasies is to find more rebellious people like them and break free of Mondstadt and her lineage.

Fischl

Perhaps the traveler is a dashing monarch from another world! It genuinely excites her that they follow along with her roleplaying, even when some of her messages get lost in translation. She appreciates their friendly gestures and the fact they don’t treat her like an outsider.

Ganyu

A lot of people have a difficult have a hard time understanding Ganyu’s feelings, so it came as quite as a surprise that she and the traveler clicked almost instantly. The traveler treats her as another person, not as some ancient being; this type of behavior is what made her become flustered around them in the first place ☺️

Hu Tao

Thinks they’re super cute! She’s one who’s playful and flirty; however, her ways are a bit odd. She usually tries to tell what kind of casket she’d lick out for the traveler, what she’d dress them in, etc. Sometimes, she’ll bake “special cookies” in the shapes of bones just for them.

Jean

Much like Barbara, Jean sees the traveler as a blessing. However, unlike Barbara, Jean doesn't swoon over their looks or mannerisms; frankly, she's just glad that someone rational is willing to help and not make too much of a commotion (like some certain members of the Knights of Favonius).

Kazuha

Has feelings for the traveler and makes no effort to hide them. Often times Kazuha will write them poems or haikus; sometimes he'll add dried flowers or a pretty leaf. He truly has a way with words, and it never fails to stir something inside the traveler's chest. He's very gentle and mild-mannered, so he never forces anything too heavy on them.

Kaeya

Kaeya is a humongous flirt and everyone knows it. However, he seems even more so once the traveler is in the picture, and he has the tendency of showing off in some sort of way. He knows he's attractive and uses his looks to advantage whenever he can, though he makes sure to keep it somewhat subtle.

Keqing

Keqing isn’t the type to deal with people’s shit and isn’t fond of fools. Fortunately, the traveler doesn’t fall into either of those categories, so she gets along with them quite well. She can find similarities in their personalities (like working constantly), so she appreciates the fact that she can openly discuss these sort of problems with them.

Klee

Genuinely sees them as an older sibling! Klee often goes to them for advice or to spend the day together; often times, she'll send letters or drawings whenever they're apart (and yes, the drawings usually consist of her and the traveler blowing something up).

Lisa

Another flirt, no problems asked. Lisa makes euphemisms quite a bit, and it truly brings her joy when her comments make the traveler blush. Despite being scolded by Jean to tone it down a bit, she genuinely can't help it. The traveler is her personal cutie, and it's only natural for her to treat them as such, isn't it?

Mona

She could easily tell right away that the traveler was someone special upon first glance. Mona sometimes dreams about them - especially about how they helped her out and landed her a place to stay in Mondstadt. She’s grateful for everything that the traveler has done, yet she’ll deny any feelings for them with a bright blush on her face.

Ningguang

The traveler is seen more as a pet. Ningguang is straight up the sugar mama type, and she openly flaunts it. Granted, she respects the traveler highly, but something about their being Liyue’s hero sounds very, very charming. Whether or not she makes a romantic move is entirely up to her, but it’s not out of the question.

Noelle

Needless to say, Noelle gets flustered fairly easily, so whenever the traveler shows affection and support towards her abilities, she somewhat short-circuits. She'll usually try to play off the fluttering in her heart and simply convince herself that the traveler is only being nice, but she can't deny the fact that she has feelings for them.

Qiqi

Another one that looks up to the traveler as an older sibling. She often refers to her notebook to remind herself as to why she likes them so much; they’re patient with her and genuinely try to help her remember things, plus they’ll bring her candies from Mondstadt sometimes.

Razor

Razor has no idea what romantic feelings are or how he should identify them. All he knows is that he gets excited whenever he sees the traveler, and his metaphorical tail wags furiously. He's keen on protecting them and bringing them food, plus he likes to lie next to them when they relax by the fire.

Rosaria

Like Diluc, Rosaria likes how the traveler isn’t full of shit and can actually put up a decent fight. However, she isn’t the type to compliment them, but rather points out how they can further hone their skills. If anything, she acts more like the traveler’s drunk aunt.

Sayu

She’s mostly indifferent towards the traveler, but - like with most people - she envies their height. Sayu appreciates that they don’t make fun of her size, plus they somehow always manage to find her when she’s hiding for her nap, so she’s fairly interested in what kind of person they are.

Sucrose

Like with most people, Sucrose is quite shy around the traveler, but for some reason she feels more comfortable around them than anyone else. She respects them much like she respects Albedo. She also thinks the traveler has a very nice smile.

Thoma

Thoma is another flirt, but he’s much more reserved in his ways. He’ll often make encouraging comments or flatter the traveler with a bright smile. His flirting either makes the traveler blush or it goes right over their head. There is no in between.

Venti

Venti has a slight... obsession for them. Not in a creepy way, but more in a clingy sense. He practically hangs from them whenever he's messing around, and he unashamedly writes them songs. Venti is also a big fan of hugs! When he's drunk, though, that's when things take a darker, more seductive turn...

Xiangling

Xiangling’s poor little heart goes doki doki whenever she gets to cook for the traveler, have them cook with her, or eat a meal that they prepared. The way to her heart is definitely through her stomach! It’s a fairly small crush since cooking is her true love in life, but if the traveler pops up at Wanmin Restaurant and specifically asks for her again… Oh boy.

Xiao

Secretly has feelings for the traveler, but he refuses to admit it. Xiao thinks feelings like these are a waste of time and only bring pain; since he's been through much and the ultimate emo, he's even more emotionally constipated than the normal person. Although he doesn't outright say it, he'll often show his affection through actions.

Xingqiu

Two words: library dates. Whether if it's meant to be romantic or not, Xingqiu has an affinity for those who show genuine intelligence and is willing to discuss stories with him. Xingqiu could literally sit there all day and listen to the traveler tell him about the different worlds he's been to. It's quite refreshing!

Xinyan

Like Venti, Xinyan will write songs for the traveler, but she's more timid about showing them since rock music has yet a long way to go in Liyue, much less in Teyvat. She'll casually invite them for a jam session and ask for their opinion on how her songs sound. All in all, she thinks the traveler is pretty rad 👀

Yanfei

Yanfei is very skilled and knowledgeable in a wide range of topics, but when it comes to the art of seduction… not so much. She isn’t entirely sure if she has affections towards the traveler or not, but she enjoys being in their company nonetheless. However… she may or may not have tried to teach them Liyue law while over tea 😅

Yoimiya

Thinks the traveler is a lot of fun! She was already interested by the mere fact that they were an outsider, but once they showed their worth and came to her aid, it really sealed the deal. Viewing fireworks with them was an incredibly crucial moment, and she’ll keep that memory stored in her heart for all time.

Zhongli

Zhongli is very protective of them and wants to spoil them, but at the same time, he's also very, very broke. It's not sugar daddy status, obviously, but he enjoys treating them out to a dinner or a night on the town. The traveler thinks he's doing it just to be nice, but Paimon calls bullshit.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x traveler #genshin impact headcanons #other

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himitsu-luna · 3 years

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ᨳ☆‧˚Taeil

Taeil always feels kinda discouraged to start doing the chores, and he drags you along on procrastinating with him

"Come here, Y/N, stay with me a little bit more! Let's cuddle five more minutes, okay?". You agree, ofc, and you stay on the bed for a little too long, talking about the zillion things you have to do, but not having the guts to leave each other's arms.

When you start cleaning the house though, he really gets into it. No dirty spots and no dusty surfaces escape his strong hands.

He plays the most random songs, from classic music to heavy EDM, and you vibe together while doing the chores, bouncing with your brooms in hands and spinning your stained cloths in the air.

In the kitchen, he always gladly cooks for you. But after a long tiring day doing domestic chores, you both agree on ordering some food, spending the night just chilling, watching a movie in the middle of which Taeil probably will fall asleep.

ᨳ☆‧˚Johnny

Johnny is the one who organizes the chores at home. He assigns what each one needs to do, and there you go, his high energy overflowing from his body, encouraging you and providing you the ignition you needed.

"I clean up here, you clean down there" - he says with a suspicious smirk. You don't know if he is making fun of you or if he is being considerate.

He needs his coffee pauses, and he makes you take a break too. You talk about the most random daily things, which always leads to precious bonding moments, the kitchen getting filled with laidback laughs.

Then you continue your activities, in your own pace, jamming to some soft background music.

Johnny likes to offer you rewards. "If we finish this today, I'll buy us some nice ice cream, and then I'll take you to the movies. Deal?"

ᨳ☆‧˚Taeyong

Taeyong has the most endearing way of convincing you that it's time to do some domestic chores. "Y/N, come hereeee! It's time for a couple activity!! I even got us matching rubber gloves, look!"

He doesn't let you do heavy tough stuff though. But when you see him struggling by himself and run to help him, he gives you the most precious smile, full of admiration and gratitude. A cute "Thank yoou!" (yes, in his cute english <3) leaves his mouth.

But there's one thing about doing chores with him that is a bit trick: he loves to rearrange the furniture and decoration. It's always extra tiring, but you have to give him the credit for your house being so cool and stylish.

Taking care of your pets is something that consumes a lot of time, but Taeyong does everything with happiness and sparkly eyes.

He makes sure you have some breaks, to keep hydrated and to eat something. He will prepare you some sandwiches, while you start to plan a little trip to the grocery shop.

ᨳ☆‧˚Yuta

Yuta and you have this synchronicity and telepathy. You think "I guess it's time to sweep the front yard". You get your broom and everything, and when you step out the house, Yuta is already there, cleaning everything.

"Oh, you had the same idea! Well, you can...", he says. "Oh, I guess I will...", you start. "....do the laundry.", you two say at the same time, smiling at each other.

He tries to do things in "Marie Kondo style". He takes a long time folding your clothes, but it's worth the effort. Your wardrobe is a beautiful piece of art.

If he thinks something is dangerous for you, he definetely won't let you do it. Changing the lamp? No no no! It's not that he thinks you're not capable of doing things, he knows you can do anything. He just can't live with the possibility of you getting hurt.

After a day of hard work, you take a warm bath together, and stay in bed for the rest of the night.

ᨳ☆‧˚Doyoung

Like Johnny, Doyoung assigns the chores. He knows the things each one of you is good at.

But he is the type of person that sees you doing something, and automatically says "Wait baby, let me do it for you", or starts helping you, out of habit.

For example: you're doing the dishes, you wash part of the things in the sink, and then you start to rinse them. Doyoung takes the opportunity to sneakily snatch the dish sponge and, it's too late, he won't give it back to you. "Don't get used to it though", he says with a little grin. You grin back, because you lost count of how many times you've heard this same sentence.

You have a lot of plants at home, and Doyoung treats them like real babies. He even bought one for you, a baby tree of your favorite fruit.

Cooking is his thing, so he makes sure you have a nice, delicious and nutricious meal everyday.

ᨳ☆‧˚Jaehyun

Jaehyun will gladly do anything you ask him to do with the best of intentions, and he does his best to help.

He looks at the weather forecast to see when it's a good day to do the laundry, he sorts the garbage for recycling, he researches the supermarkets with the best prices, and does other little things that seem unimportant, but that are truly essential.

He likes vaccuing very dirty places. The satisfaction he gets from seeing the clean path that the vaccum leaves among the dirty is priceless.

But he is clumsy, so you know you can't let him get near the fragile stuff. So the kitchen is a little bit dangerous for him

If he can't help you with something, he makes sure to support you, like a real cheerleader. "Oh yessss honey! You're doing great, wow!That's my baby!!", he says, already massaging your shoulders.

ᨳ☆‧˚Winwin

Winwin sees you getting ready to start cleaning, and he asks you what he can do to help, while wearing your spare cute apron, which makes you smile like a fool.

He follows you and do what you do, ocasionally asking you if the things he is doing are good enough.

He is extra careful when hanging the clothes out on the clothesline, making sure to spread them well to avoid any wrinkles. He knows none of you like ironing, and also you burned yourself once, and he doesn't want this to happen ever again.

He spends a considerable amount of time making your bed, changing the bed linen, tyding up the sheets and smoothing the pillows, so you can feel good in a clean space and relax with him after working hard all day long.

ᨳ☆‧˚Jungwoo

Jungwoo is very good at domestic chores. He is a tidy and organized person, so things go smoothly in your house

He has the ability of turning every boring task into a pleasant and funny experience. Out of sudden you're having a broomstick battle. Out of sudden you're blowing soap bubbles. Out of sudden you're with white flour blots all over your face, after a spontaneous flour smudge battle.

For your surprise, he is excelent on fixing things. His creativity helps him a lot, along with a couple of YouTube videos and a degree on engineering.

Times just flies by his side, and you get surprised when you see the sun going down by your window, as he streches his back and says "we're finally done!", pulling you for a little celebration dance.

Jungwoo doesn't want to cook after doing domestic chores all day long. He orders an amount of food that could feed well ten people, and you eat a lot while watching some nice series.

ᨳ☆‧˚Mark

Mark always tries his best at everything. He knows he is a little bit clumsy, so he does things carefully. Thank God he has spider senses.

A chore that is supposed to be finished in ten minutes takes thirty to be completed, but it's completely fine, because you know it will be perfectly done.

He used to get confused with all the types of cleaning products, but he eventually learned about them all and now he knows anything's purpose just by smeling it. "Mmmm very soft floral smell, must be clothes soap/ Very strong and citric, I guess this is disinfectant" (pls people, don't be like this, it's dangerous for everyone!!!)

At the end of the day, he is so satisfied looking at your team work. You can see it on his little proud smile, while he runs an arm over your shoulders and distractedly kisses your cheek.

ᨳ☆‧˚Haechan

Haechan whines for two minutes before starting doing chores, but he is a man of action after all. "The sooner we start it, the sooner we'll finish it", he says to himself.

You play rock paper scissors to decide who will be the one that will do the unpleasant chores, like cleaning the bathroom and taking the garbage out.

But hearing your heavy sigh after losing for him makes him go "ahh ok, I'll do it, don't worry, but it will cost you twenty kisses!"

He doesn't stop singing while doing the chores. He is like a walking karaoke machine,he knows every song you ask him to sing.

When he cooks for you, you often catch him talking to his mom on the phone, asking her about that dish you liked so much the last time you visited her.

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cillian murphy fluff alphabet

now, i am not really someone to write about real people however i have been on a cillian murphy phase since i saw a quiet place 2 and it just won’t go away so i tried writing to see what happened.

i know cillian is a quiet, private guy and i beyond respect that and the fact he has a family and i just want it to be known i mean no harm or disrespect by writing about him. just trying to channel my ‘obsession’ into something creative or whatever. enjoy

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He loves your passion for everything in your life. Your friends, family, hobbies, for your relationship with him. He loves that you care so much about things other people wouldn’t notice. He also loves how kind and giving you are to those in your life.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He loves all of your body of course, but perhaps his favourite is your hands. He loves to hold them and he loves to feel them running through his hair in the morning before he’s even fully woken up.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He is a koala bear. He attaches himself to you without even thinking about it. In the mornings you wake up with him practically on top of you, his legs wrapped in yours and his arms around you. He just loves cuddling and you love how soft and comfortable he is when it’s just you two at home.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He’s a traditional kinda guy, he likes to go for walks and nice romantic dinners. He likes to try to stay out of the media as much as he can so if he’s afraid of a media circus he’ll like to stay home and cook for you both and then watch a movie or something like that.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s very open and communicative. If there’s an issue he likes to talk it out with you. He’s mature, and despite your younger age you are too and that’s why your relationship works. You both make a conscious effort to communicate and share whatever you are feeling, especially if they are negative emotions.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Cillian would love to have a family with you but if you don’t want that then that’s cool too! He has his boys and is happy with whatever you decide.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He loves gifts, he thinks of it as yet another way to show his love for you. He doesn’t go wild but he loves to treat you every now and then with whatever you want!

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He loves to hold hands. It’s a pretty mild show of PDA so he doesn’t mind doing it in public. It helps him feel grounded in the wildness of going out.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

I think he’d panic quietly but remain calm on the outside. He’d do anything he could in helping you get better.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Sometimes but not too often. I don’t really know what else to say for this one I have no idea tbh

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He loves kissing you. Little kisses in the morning over breakfast chats and full on, heavy makeouts on the couch in the evenings. He just loves kissing you.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

In so many ways. He does so much, small touches, helping you when you’re tired, constant texts and calls when you are away from eachother.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Probably when you both were out for a walk and he finally gathered his nerves enough to kiss you for the first time as you reached the peak of the mountain.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing someone he loves.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

He’s constantly talking to himself. You’ll be coming down the stairs and hear him talking and think he’s on the phone or someone is visiting so you’ll be quiet but you’ll walk in and see he’s alone, just talking to himself. You just laugh and go over and kiss him on the cheek because it is such an endearing habit.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Love, darling, any other like personal nickname you may have

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He loves to show you movies he enjoys and taking you to the cinema to see new movies. He tells you all about what he liked about the script and the directing. You love watching him so in his element. He also loves to show you music he grew up listening to.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

(literally can not think of anything my creative well has run dry i think)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Very open. Cillian doesn’t really see the point in keeping secrets from you since you are the person he trusts most in the world.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Bloody ages! You both kept denying the feelings that were building up between you. Everyone around you was patiently waiting for you both to finally get together and were relieved when you finally did.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He gets a bit quiet and loses his energy. He likes to hang around and do things he enjoys with you.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s proud of his career and how he manages to balance his public life with his private life. He doesn’t like to flaunt about with anything in his life and likes to keep his relationship with you as private as possible.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He’s not much of a fighter, in fact, you both barely have proper fights, more just minor disagreements. He would fight beside you for the rest of your lives together if that’s what you needed.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Very well. He knows exactly what you need when you’re feeling down and knows exactly how to tell how you are feeling.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He’d take you on a walk up the mountain where you had your first kiss and drop to one knee as you’re looking out at the view of the Irish landscape.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Hanging out on the couch with you running your hands through his hair while you both watch some mindless comedy that’s on the tv. It’s all he wants after a tough time doing boring interviews he doesn’t care about at all.

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