#Him and take his place because you want nothing more than to be seperate from his legacy but your fundamentally linked to it in a way you

[worldendercharles]

never fails to drive me wild the way that Yami Marik is almost exactly to Marik what Marik is to Atem

[cannikii]

Spoiled.

Ais, Vere, Kuras, Mhin, Leander x Reader

a/n: i didnt mean to post this so late omg but i got distracted so bad by crk HAHAJ sorryy!! also, requests are open

notes: ais, vere, kuras, mhin, and leander x reader (seperately), they all love to spoil you, vere is a FLIRTT, leander is basically your sugar daddy, g/n reader, not proofread SORRY!

AIS — JEWLERY

ais liked the sight of jewlery on himself. he wore earrings, rings, bracelets, anything. he wouldn’t say he loved jewlery, because honestly, he would be fine with or without it.

so he thought nothing of it when you pointed at his bracelet, asking if you could try it on. he seemed pleasantly surprised at first before he grinned, slipping it off his wrist.

“sure, sparrow. go ‘head and put it on.”

since you had just come to the town recently, you had no accessories such as jewlery at all. the bracelet on your wrist was a new look, despite the way it hung loosely due to the difference in the size of you and ais.

ais stared with curiousity, his head cocked slightly as he watched you giggle at the sight of the bracelet dangling loosely on your wrist.

“ah, it’s too big for me. here.” he barely noticed you dangling his bracelet in front of his face, and he slowly took it and placed it back on his wrist. he stared at your neck, then your arm, then your ring, making tiny notes in the back of his head.

and before you knew it, a double in your size of each and every piece of jewlery he had was in a small, pretty box that rested in your hands. he looked down at you, his grin toothy. there was a copy of his necklaces, his bracelet, his rings. all of it, just for you.

“you know, i was thinkin’ of how you looked with my bracelet on. you looked so cute, thought you’d look cute with it all, sparrow.” he grinned.

and before you could even begin to thank him, or say anything at all, his hands are reaching for the box, setting it aside. the two of you sit together in a comfortable silence as he grabs your fingers gently, slipping each ring on a certain finger so that you’ll be completely matching with him. it’s an odd sight— but its not necessarily new. ais was always gentle when it came to you. (well, as long as you wanted him to be..)

and then he slips the bracelet over your wrist- careful, yet big and rough hands against your arm. he seemed rather focused.

and then he leaned closer near your neck, his hair tickling your cheek as he clipped the necklaces around your neck. he leaned back, looking satisfied as he grinned.

“oh…” he hummed lowly, head turning to the side slightly as he looked at you, taking you all in. “hm… you almost wear them better than me, sparrow.” he teases, laughing slightly.

and from then on out, don’t be surprised when he randomly comes up to you with a new box full of jewlery, and makes you sit with him as he puts them on from you.

and hey! maybe he’ll even offer to do some piercings for you. he thinks you’d look stunning with some, and he’d be more than happy to do them himself.

VERE — CLOTHES

vere was obsessed with himself- everyone knew that! he was cocky, flirtatious, and more. he kept himself well groomed, had beautiful fashion, and had a face that was very, very hard to resist.

but when you came into his life, he had something new and beautiful to obsess over.

you were well kept (in his eyes, at least) and your face had him practically in a trance, sometimes fumbling with his teasing phrases when he would attempt to speak with you.

and he’d admire you deeply, his eyes tracing every- and i mean every single feature of you. and with that, he’d be able to imagine you just perfectly wearing clothes that he thought you would look just like a model in.

“(name),” he purred, approaching you with a sly smile, “i got something for you. please, go and put it on for me.” a bag is quickly placed in your hands, and he quickly directs you to a private area in which you can change.

and when you open the bag, your eyes are wide open, your jaw dropping. it is a gorgeous, expensive looking red dress/suit. (imagine any red dress/suit that looks cute to you!! ^^) and when you put it on, it happens to fit you quite perfectly, leaving you to question how vere knew which exact size to get.

your hands are folded and placed in front of you in a shy manner as you walk out, approaching vere. before you can even ask anything- for example, the price- he’s talking.

“oh, (name)… you look so…” he’s in a dream-like stare as his hand rests on his cheek, staring at you very intently with a grin. “why don’t you do a little spin for me, please? i want to see how it fits all of you.”

you sheepishly oblige, spinning in your new outfit that hugs you so perfectly. vere watches intently, taking the sight in with a sigh.

the sigh makes you perk up worriedly. did he think it looked bad on you? did he-

“(name),” he brings you out of your worried state, his voice like honey in your ears. “god, i could just eat you whole, you know? this looks so good on you, you don’t even know.” he grins as he makes his way to you, his hands finding his way to your hips.

and when he’s closer, you notice the color of your outfit and his hair is about the same exact thing. of course he would make it the same… his own little way of showing you off as his.

in little time, your wardrobe is piled full with clothes, and you probably bought maybe a tenth of them at most. some of the clothes are- well, were vere’s clothes that he had deemed looked better on you.

KURAS — CARE

“kuras—! it’s barely a cold, i have the smallest fever!”

he simply hums in reply, acknowledging yet completely ignoring your protests at the same time. his back is turned to you as he prepares a medicinal tea.

“kuras.” you huff, and he barely turns his head over his shoulder to face you, and you now see that he wears that awful teasing grin of his. “you know you have patients lined up outside that need your help more than i do!”

“and they can wait patiently. i have more important matters to take care of, such as nursing you back to health, dear.” he’s sweet and gentle when he talks, despite his teasing expression.

“it’s just barely a cold…” you grumble as he places the medicinal tea in your hands.

“sure, but we don’t want it to get any worse, do we now? i want you to return to well health soon. i hate seeing you ill.” he hums, hands that are surprisingly soft reaching to hold the side of your face, thumb brushing over your features.

you can protest no longer, practically melting into his touch with a deep sigh.

with kuras there, expect to never need to care for yourself, yourself!

despite his busy job, he always seems to magically make time for you. he’ll nurse you back to health if you’re sick, he will comfort you if you’re not feeling your best, he’ll cook for you… well, he’ll TRY to cook for you. and if (when) that doesn’t work, he’ll always find some delicious food at a vendor to pick up for you.

“kuras, i know you’re busy. you should probably head on to work..”

“my love. you didn’t seem like yourself today, i’d like to be with you for the day. i cannot stand seeing you feel even the slightest bit bad, you know?”

before you can protest, he continues: “i’ll stay with you because i love you and care for you dearly, (name). i’m sure the patients can wait.”

his hand finds yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. you sigh, inevitably giving in to him.

sometimes, if he were to be with you at your home, he would randomly begin to tidy up for you. he doesn’t mind it— if its for you, he would never mind it. hell, he’d do about anything as long as it would make you happy.

and in the quiet moments together when you can sit peacefully, just holding each other, it’s important for him to make sure you understand just how much he cares for you.

“id do anything for you, my dear, if you had asked. i love you.”

MHIN — PROTECTING YOU

“mhin! come on, have a drink, why don’t you?” leander grinned largely at mhin, but they were completely distracted.

their eyes had followed you as you bid your farewell and exited the wet wick, pushing out the door, seeming careless as ever. it made them tense, and they barely registered leander’s words as they stood up from their chair.

“…no. i have things to do.”

leander sighed, smiling as he shook his head. “you know… if you never let (name) outta your sight, and always protect them, how are they gonna learn to protect themself when you arent there to protect them?” he asked, cocking his head as he watch mhin.

mhin had become tense at the question, staring at leander with a glare as they scoffed. they had a lot to stay, but the only thing they were able to muster up was a “what i do doesnt concern you.” as they quickly walked out of the wet wick and went to follow you.

now, it could go two ways. mhin could straight up catch up to you, often claiming that they simply had business with you or that you guys had happened to cross paths.

that, or mhin would watch you quietly, leaving you undisturbed from their prescence (even if that would never be a disturbance for you), and from anything that would cause you any sort of harm.

if mhin let danger even come a foot within you, they would never forgive themself, even if you survived such a danger. if something like a soulless ever even touched you, they would truly never recover.

leander’s words play in their head sometimes- that if they keep protecting you like this that you will never learn to protect yourself when they aren’t there.

mhin grumbles at the thought, rolling their eyes. it’s a simple concept to them: they’ll never let you out of their sight, and they’ll never let harm come your way.

anything that dared to touch you would surely regret it.

so when a soulless jumped at you, snarling and hungry for blood, mhin was on top of it in a mere second. you were almost just barely cut by the creature, and you stumbled back, falling on your rear.

mhin could barely control their movements. after they finished off the soulless, they rushed to you, pulling you up to your feet.

before you could even muster up a “thank you” they wrapped their arms around you— one around your back, one around the back of your head.

they realized their actions just a second too late, but when they felt your shaking, fearful hands wrap around them, their grip only grew tighter.

“it’s… it’s okay, (name). i’m here. i always am. don’t be scared.”

LEANDER — MONEY

“it’s on me!”

“leander, i got it—“

“no, ma’am. i insist.”

and he’d shoot you that same shit-eating yet charming grin that made you sigh, silencing your protests. if you wanted to buy anything at all and leander was within a distance, forget about even thinking about your wallet. this man will let you buy nothing with your own money.

matter of fact, if you show the slightest interest in something, you’ll suddenly find it fully paid for and in your hands.

the amount of things you have that aren’t even bought with your own money is starting to get concerning.

when you’re sitting at the counter of his bar and you ask to start a tab for yourself, he just smiles at you, laughing in such a way that brings a heat up to your face.

“oh, sweetheart… why you even ask for a tab still is beyond me.” he would smile as he slides your drink across the table. the pet name he uses throws you off just enough to have you not deny him paying for your drink.

“leander,” you start with a sigh, “you cant just buy me everything i want, y’know..”

he cocks his head in seemingly honest confusion before he grins. “oh? but i can, (name). money isn’t something i want you to be worrying about. or spending on anything.. as long as im around, that is.”

when he sees that you have something new that he didn’t buy, he’ll even get pouty. he loves to see you with things that he bought that are now all yours.

“(name)… how’d you get this?”

“i bought it myself.”

he’d groan like a child, resting his chin on your shoulder as he talked, arms wrapped around the front of you. “(name), please. my money and i are right here always, you don’t need to be spending so much money.”

“but, it was onl-“

he shushed you, shaking his head. “i dont care if it was one cent or a thousand dollars, sweetheart. why don’t i just give you a little weekly allowance of spending money, hm? it’ll make me happy.” he smiles innocently, yet you raise an eyebrow.

“leander, i’m not your sugar baby.”

“you’re not?” the childish, teasing fake sadness in his eyes make you laugh, shaking your head.

“no, i’m not. i’m your girlfriend.”

“oh…” he trails off, grinning. “girlfriend, sugar baby… same thing, you know..?” his voice is teasing and so is his grin, yet he still looks so damn handsome.

this man will never not be spending money on you.

[beenbaanbuun]

non sexual dominance w/hongjoong

hongjoong is a natural leader

i mean look at him, i literally couldn’t say a more obvious thing if i tried

everything he does, he shows this natural power he has, and it just makes him so easy to follow

even if he’s being a little more on the controlling side, no one really blinks an eye at it because it’s hongjoong! it’s just comes so naturally to him

and obviously that bleeds into your relationship

it’s gentle and soft, and half the time he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, but you do

and that’s not a bad thing… at all

“you’re sat too far away,” he says to you one evening when you’re out together at a random gathering, “come closer.”

all your other friends are preoccupied by their own conversations so you don’t mind putting your full attention on your boyfriend

“i’m on a seperate chair, joong,” you roll your eyes, “obviously i’m not going to be pressed up to your side.”

he cocks a brow at your defiance before leaning a little closer to you

“i’m not asking you to be pressed to my side, i just want you to move your chair a little closer,” his voice was quiet and gentle, but there was still a commanding undertone to it

of course you scoffed at his ridiculous request, but it didn’t stop you from complying

you didn’t argue back, and just shuffled your chair a couple of inches closer to him

“good girl,” he smiles and kisses your cheek, finally having you close enough to do that

he holds your hand under the table for the rest of the night to make sure you don’t stray too far again

and then a couple of nights later you’re up late, sat at your desk with your head shoved into your laptop

hongjoong arrived at your place no more than half an hour ago - which is how you know its late - and is already tucked up in your bed

he watches you carefully as you sigh for the hundredth time

it’s clear to him that you’re stressed, as he just gets out of bed and walks over to you silently

“when was the last time you saved it?” he asks as though he’s just curious

perhaps he’s worried about you losing all the stuff you’d worked so hard on

“i’ll save it now,” you reply, and he watches as you click the little button at the top of the screen, “thanks for reminding me- hey!”

your eyes shoot up to his face as he shuts the lid of the laptop, unplugs it and picks it up

his expression is neutral as he stares down at your clearly upset one, but he makes no move to give you your laptop back

“bed,” he says, “i’m confiscating this until morning.”

“hongjoong, that’s not fair!”

he rolls his eyes

“i don’t care,” he turns and begins to walk back to his side of the bed, “you’re tired and stressed and i’m not going to sit and watch you work yourself up. get in bed, now.”

he places his laptop on his bedside table before crawling back into bed

there’s nothing to stop you taking it, but unless you want hongjoong up your ass about it for the next few days, you know not to

you don’t get up from your seat for just a few seconds, but it seems like it’s a few seconds too long for hongjoong

“if i have to come over there and carry you to bed, i won’t be happy,” he warns

and although you know he’s not being completely serious about the carrying thing, he is about being unhappy

he likes you to take good care of yourself so of course he gets a little annoyed when you don’t listen to him telling you to

so you get up and shuffle over to the bed where he’s waiting with open arms and a smile

“that wasn’t too hard was it?” you shake your head, “good, now come cuddle…”

but it isn’t just a one time thing, and hongjoong isn’t always at your apartment to tell you to look after yourself

more often than not, you end up staying up later than you should, and by the time the project is over, you’re worn down and tired

and hongjoong can see that

obviously he isn’t happy in the way you’re treating yourself (you always remind him that he’s the same way, but he always refuses to acknowledge that fact) so he takes it upon himself to monitor your recuperation

brings you food every day and either watches you eat it, or insists on feeding you himself

you complain about the latter, reminding that you’re perfectly capable of putting food in your own mouth

he just rolls his eyes and asks you to ‘let him do this’

you realise after some time that half of the reason he’s doing this is because of guilt that he wasn’t there more often to stop you overworking yourself

you have to remind him that he has a life outside of you and he can’t always be there to take care of you

“what if i just moved in?” he asks as he spoons some soup into your mouth, “that way i could monitor you…”

you swallow the soup quickly just so you can tut at him

“first of all, i don’t need monitoring,” he makes a sound to let you know he disagrees, “and secondly, you seriously want to leave jongho and wooyoung alone together?“

hongjoong agrees that would be a bad idea since both of the boys like to push the other’s buttons

“well, what if you move into the dorms?” he suggests after a moment of silence

“you don’t need to monitor me!”

he relents after a quick back and forth, finally agreeing that sure, maybe you are capable of taking care of yourself without him to help

the thought makes him a little sadder than it should, though

because he likes taking care of you…

feeding you, washing your hair in the bath, keeping a hand on you whenever you’re out together

and maybe you moving in together is less him monitoring you, and more him just being able to care for you in the way that he wants to

to be able to lead you to make the best decisions for yourself, even if he isn’t too good at doing that for himself

but although it made him said, he was fine conceding to your will this time

he likes having that dominance over you, but he’d never force you into something so big if you aren’t quite ready for it

for now he’s stick to showing up at your place unannounced and taking care of you from there

reminding you to eat when he knows you haven’t

pulling you around by your waist when he doesn’t want you too far from him

pinning you to the couch when he knows you’re too fidgety to relax properly

he’d have to happy with just that for the time being

[unfortunatebrainfarts]

Cussing out anyone and everyone is fun until you get lasso'd out of bed to do it on behalf of your casual space cowboy co-worker who for some reason knows where you live

Boothill x f!reader

A/n: soort of part 2 to my previous work but can be read seperately‼️

"For the last time — let me go before I literally unscrew your dick off."

"Psh, as if ya got the balls for that lil' missy."

You don't even have to look at Boothill to know he was immensely enjoying himself right now — hell you couldn't even if you wanted to since you were currently getting dragged through the ice cold floors of wherever the hell you were, with a fucking lasso firmly binding your legs and arms.

"It's like 5 a.m. in the morning, what the hell could you even want at this god forsaken hour?!" You righteously grumble, but alas, you were met with nothing more than silence probably because you've asked similar questions before. Yes. This has happened before. Many times before.

For Boothill, tracking down enemies and pinning them down was great. Not being able to curse them out and instead calling them a 'cutie' and blessing their soul? Not so great. But that's where you come in! His lovely fellow galaxy ranger who's been with him long enough to know what he wants to say, and is far too weak(compared to this baby shark looking freak of a cyborg) to refute him. Physically that is — you always make sure that you complain his ear off to at least ensure some sort of mental damage.

"Hey! If you're going to take me somewhere could you at least not drag me all the way there? Ugh these floors are so cold I feel like I'm gonna get hypothermia. If I do and I sue you, don't you have to pay me compensation for that? I'm expecting at least a million credits or so cause I don't think Lan provides health insurance for the galaxy rangers—"

Your pitiable monologue was abrubtly cut short by Boothill firmly gripping the rope which binded you and roughly jerking it upwards so that your body would fall limp directly on his shoulder like a giant worm, your head just centimeters away from his.

Of course to which you responded with automatic aggressive squirming and wiggling only making you look more and more like a worm. But honestly who could blame you? I mean, who just DOES THAT and expects the other party to be calmly subdued?!

"Oh sugar honey iced tea, could ya quit strugglin' for just one moment—" A large, metalic hand was promptly placed around your waist and no amount of wiggling could even get it to so much as budge. "Now that y'r off the darn floor ain'it 'bout time ya shut yer trap? Heh... we're almost there."

Now that you were head to head with Boothill, although not in the most favorable position, you could see his face now — his face with probably the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on it. His sharp teeth making themselves apparent, and unwavering eyes focused on just whatever lied ahead.

And then his feet stood still.

"THERE," he shouted unrestraintedly like a madman, while pointing his free hand at... a random lady in purple?

Without warning, Boothill launched himself forward stopping only inches away from the woman who looked just as confused as you.

"Now, go tell 'er that she's a wonderful ray of sunshine that deserves absoloutely nothin' but the best. Oh Acheron, bless your soul ya lovely imposter, be prepared to go on a playdate and have some teatime with me soon! Until then, you should keep yourself safe."

The sheer passion that Boothill had in his tone made it clear that he had a message to get across. Though you don't think the other woman, or supposedly Acheron, understood a word he said. You exasperatedly sigh, you felt just as bad for this lady as you did for you yourself.

"Well?! What'cha waitin' for," the arm around you tightened just enough for a squeak to involuntarily come out of you and you knew you weren't getting out of this.

You mentally apologise for this poor lady before translating his thoughts into words, "Er... what he means to say is uhm, 'you're a disgusting piece of shit who deserves to die seven times over by my hand. Oh Acheron, you absoloute dumbass fucking imposter, be prepared to meet me and face me off in a showdown soon, but you might as well just kill yourself before that."

"...," Acheron's face remained unchanging and blank throughout the whole spiel, Boothill's however, was characteristicly smug and maniacal.

To others, the three of you looked as if you were frozen in time for at least a minute or so, until Acheron simply tilted her head and monotonously responded,

"Sorry, who are you?"

[twsted-kinks]

Mmmm I like to think all of them have a exhibition kink but that's just me projecting shsjjsjs. If I'm actually thinking about what the characters are actually into I can think of a lot of characters and examples. Also this got away from me... hope your enjoy still!

>minors and ageless dni<

Public Sex/Exhibition Scenarios

2nd person so "you" is used, gender neutral, each headcanon is seperate

Content Warning: public sex, dubcon, creampie, unwanted creampie, dirty talk, degradation/humiliation, getting caught, sharing partner after getting caught, no protection cause I'm a cum slut (tho y'all please have safe sex), stealthing, gangbang, some coercion, prostitution, erotic asphyxiation via cock, face fucking, recording sex (con and non), sex toys, bdsm stuff, lots of friends with benefits, lots of facials, Ace whining about wanting sex and being problematic about it, Leona being a brutal top with no care about your pleasure and becoming your problematic sugar daddy, Floyd and Jade being themselves and intimidating others to not get in trouble, Rook is Rook, heights with Lilia

Characters: Ace, Cater, Leona, Floyd & Jade, Epel, Rook, Lilia (With cameos from other characters too)

Ace

(With some first year cameos too)

Ace is a horny brat who wants to get his dick wet, and you happen to have a hole that wraps around his dick just right. How can you blame him for turning a study session in the library for something more steamy, hiding away in the hedge maze in Heartslabyul, or just finding an empty bathroom stall? (Especially the last one because Ace is far from quiet, so you often hear the sound of someone jerking off from the stall next door. You're also pretty sure some people have peaked over the wall of the stall too, maybe even holding their phone to record? ;3c) You could say no to Ace whenever he takes your hand and places it on his clothed bulge, but the tint in his cheeks and the cute whine he gives you always has you giving in. You always end up with your front pushed up against a wall or table with Ace rutting into you from behind.

You keep reminding him to keep condoms handy for your little encounters, but he always tells you he forgot. You'll still help him right? You won't leave him with blue balls right? Don't worry, he'll totally pull out. Yeah, he never pulls out. You can tell when he's about to cum and tell him to pull out, but he just grabs your hips and thrusts harder, saying shit like "but you're too tight I can't pull out!" and "you feel so good I can't stop!" There's even been a time you said "don't cum in me," but Ace pretended he didn't hear the first word. "Cum in you? Fuck yeah!" Whenever you provide condoms, somehow the condoms tear or break. One time Ace claimed the condom must have fallen off during sex when you know he took it off just to creampie you.

Ace isn't the most selfless lover and mostly just slams his hips into yours until he cums, but he's always willing to finger you or give you head if you don't cum which also just gets him hard again and begging to use your hole just one more time. He also loves fucking your thighs, drenching your underwear in his cum and having you go on with the rest of your day.

Eventually you find out Ace has been recording a lot of your encounters without telling you. He swears he's doesn't show them to anyone but then admits he has to show them to his upperclassmen for them to believe he actually gets laid. He begs you to keep letting he record because he's been doing it anyway and nothing's gone wrong. You give in and let him record. What you don't know is that one of the upper classmen he sends the videos too is Cater who uploads them to a porn site online.

Deuce had no idea his two best friends were fucking like rabbits for months until Ace got horny at an impromptu sleepover. All three of you were in the Ramshackle Dorm's main room. Deuce was passed out right next to you, his sleeping face less than a foot away from yours while Ace in on top of you, balls slapping your chin as he fucks your face fast and hard. Of course Deuce wakes up because Ace can't keep quiet, and the poor man freaks out. With a little convincing from Ace, Deuce woke up the next morning no longer a virgin.

These... encounters didn't exactly remain secret from the rest of your friend group. One day you were sucking the cocks of your two lovable idiots when some of your first year friends decided to visit. Jack, Epel, and Sebek open the door to see you on your knees with Ace's and Deuce's cocks in your hands. That night was spent with each one of your friends taking turns using your holes. Jack did his best to avoid knotting you, but your asshole felt so good. He couldn't stop himself from forcing his knot into your while he came. Epel definitely had the lewdest mouth, calling you a "dirty whore," "pathetic slut," and "walking fleshlight." Sebek took a liking to your mouth, gripping your hair tightly as he slammed his hips into your face again and again, but he still had enough brain power to pull out to make sure he painted your face with his cum.

Cater

(With some Heartslabyul thrown in... yes the entire dorm cause I want to be a slut)

Everytime you and Cater fuck in public, his phone is out and recording, and, yes, he has a... let's call it TwistedFans account that he updates regularly. He does put black bars over both of yalls eyes for some form of anonymity.

It started out simple. Just fucking in his room and uploading the videos, but then requests started coming in. Fuck in a public bathroom. Fuck in an empty lecture hall. Fuck in a locker room, library, hallway, etc. It was easy enough to sneak out at night at meet with you, and Cater couldn't say no to his fans, especially with how tight you become when he fucks you in places like this. You look so cute with your lips around his cock, touching yourself as eagerly deep throat his cock.

But, eventuality that got boring. What about you two walking around NRC's campus completely nude? Maybe with you walking around with his cum painting your body and dripping out of your hole(s). Cater even started using his unique magic, so you're fans can see a group of 'strangers' run a train on you all around the campus. Though, one night, the Heartslabyul's kitchen, your usual train gets interrupted by Trey's midnight urge to bake. Of course he was offered a turn to use you.

So, Trey became a regular guest and would fill/paint you with his cum. Trey isn't the only guest though. Cater may have let slip about your nightly escapades and were invited if they kept quiet. It worked at first, but Ace and Deuce are not known for keeping secrets. More and more members of Heartslabyul were invited to use you, and you basically become a communal cumdump for a portion of the dorm.

It finally comes to a climax when almost half the dorm sneaks out into the hedge maze to have a round with you. There's no way to keep all these hornt men quiet, and Riddle stumbles into the scene red faced and unable to form a single coherent word. He knew something was up with his dorm, and he would get to the bottom of it. But this? He never expected to see the Ramshackle Prefect being surrounded by half-naked men, them dripping with cum as cocks continue to fuck them, and them reaching out to Riddle, asking him to join. Riddle's too shocked to respond. Before his brain starts functioning again, your mouth is wrapped around his cock, and Riddle melts.

But they can't be doing this!! There are rules about being out of your rooms after dark!! But, none of the rules say anything about orgies, do they? Well, what if those Unbirthday Parties included another sweet for the men in Heartslabyul to enjoy? Of course, Riddle has to establish rules and protocol for your use: regular breaks, certain people being given the duty of clean up, etc, etc.

Still, even with all of this, you and Cater sneak out with your little entourage at night. Filming you getting fucked all around campus. But now, everyone's a lot more careful about keeping Riddle out of the loop, and that's much easier now that your pretty lips know just how to make Riddle melt.

Leona

(With some Ruggie and the rest of Savanaclaw again cause slut)

It all started as a simple transaction. You had no place to stay with Azul kicking you out of the Ramshackle Dorm, but Leona was willing to let you stay with him. All you had to do was wrap your lips around his cock and drain his balls. You didn't really have much of a choice and Leona was attractive, so why not?

This would be easy. You've sucked enough cock to know you'd be done with this quickly and then could sleep. Leona's cock is long, but you've trained yourself well. You deepthroat his cock easily, licking along the bottom of his shaft, as one of your hands plays with his balls.

"Fuck, you're a real whore, aren't you? Sucked so much cock you aren't even breaking a sweat." Leona comments as he lays back in bed. You bob your head, lick his tip, stroke his shaft, using everything you know to make him cum. But then, Ruggie enters the room, giving his signature chuckle when he sees you sucking Leona's cock. You try to pull away but Leona forces you back down and warns, "Keep sucking or I'm throwing you out."

Yoy give in and go back to boring your head while Ruggie starts to clean Leona's room incredibly slowly. It takes some time, but eventually Leona grabs the back of your head and forces you to take his cock all the way to the base. Leona grunts as he cums down your throat. You pull away, coughing, when Leona finally lets you go. You wipe your face and start to go over to your makeshift bed when a growl stops you.

"Hey Herbivore, I'm not soft yet." Leona strokes his cock. "Your mouth still has work to do." This was supposed to be simple. What you didn't know is that a beastman's stamina is much greater than a human's. Leona must have had you sucking his cock for over an hour before you became tired and your jaw started to hurt, and then Leona ordered Ruggie to pull your head up and down his cock. Eventually, Ruggie suggested for Leona to flip you onto your back, dangling your head off the side of his bed, and just fuck your face. Leona took the suggestion.

He was fast and hard, fucking your face with no caring for your comfort. All he wanted was to reach his own climax. Your only relief was the hyena beastman who eagerly took the opportunity lick and your sex. Whenever you started to get light headed and felt like you might pass out Leona's pounding, the lion beastman pulled his cock out and rubbed his cock and balls across your face to give you a chance to breathe. When ever he came, he did so deep in your throat with his balls pulsing against your nose. He'd make you thank him every time he bred your throat.

You don't know when you pass out, but when you wake up the next morning, your throat is sore and you're being dragged away by Leona to go eat breakfast with the rest if the Savanaclaw dorm. The rest of the dorm seems surprised to see Leona join them. Instead of sitting at the table, Leona sits at one of the plush chairs to the side. You stand awkwardly by him, but then he growls, "What are you waiting for, whore? My cock's not going to suck itself."

You get on your knees, pull his cock out, and begin to lick it. The rest of the dorm is frozen, watching as you take Leona's shaft in your mouth. Ruggie breaks the tension by handing Leona his breakfast. The dorm's morning continues on like normal except for the amount of hard cocks straining against pants.

That same night is much the same. Leona is sitting in the common area with you on his lap. Your legs are spread wide open as you finger your hole to prep for Leona's cock. Then you ride the beastman's cock. You knew about the raised bumps on his cock, you felt it the first time you sucked his dick, but feeling it in your hole is something else completely. It doesn't take long for you to cum on Leona's cock, earning jeers from the Savanaclaw dorm members. You don't know how many times you cum, but you're stuffed full of Leona's and Ruggie is tasked to bring you to the lion beastman's room while said beastman takes a shower. Ruggie takes the opportunity to bend you over and take a turn stuffing you with his cock.

When your ordeal of staying with Leona finally comes to an end, he makes you an offer. He gives you a shit ton of money, and you become his personal fleshlight. He can use you whenever and wherever he wants. Your holes belong to him. He gets to decide what goes in them, and only he can use you. Only he can make you cum. You're not allowed to touch yourself unless he orders you too. With that amount of money and with a dick that good, you say yes in a heartbeat.

Floyd & Jade

You're not really sure how it happened. One minute you're having a normal shift at the Monstro Lounge closing up alongside the tweels, the next minute your uniform is ripped off and the two mers are spitroasting you in the middle of the lounge. Floyd was eagerly fucking your asshole while slapping your ass with every other thrust. Jade forced his cock to stay deep within your throat just so he could make you choke. You knew you were easy, but damn.

So, sex after closing up Monstro Lounge became a common occurrence. Some nights the tweels would take turns stuffing you with their cocks, making sure you're leaving a trail of cum all the way back to the Ramshackle Dorm. Other nights they simply fucked you at the same time, using you and overstimulating you until you passed out. Of course they'd keep using you until they had their fill then cuddle with your unconscious body because they're gentlemen.

This all quickly changed into sexual activities happening during the day as well. It started somewhat small with simple flirting and dirty talk. Then it became more physical with hugging being a cover for groping. Then just straight up groping, not really trying to hide it. Then making out, then dry humping, then fingering, until finally they both fucked you in the hallway when all of you should have been in lectures. Then things got even wilder.

Jade was at least somewhat discreet, well as discreet as one can be with a tall ass sadist fucking you in broad daylight. In the library with other people close by? Jade has you pulled behind a bookshelf with his tongue exploring your hole while he holds a vibrator to your sex. Even after you cum with your thighs shaking on either side of his head,, he does not stop. Eating lunch in the cafeteria? He won't stop feeling you up and undoing your clothes. He unbuttons your shirt, gropes your chest and clips clamps on your nipples. He slides his fingers beneath your underwear and fingers you until you're cumming around his digits. All of this while he has his mischievous smile plastered on his face. Sitting next to Jade in a lecture? Jade got there ahead of time and placed a dildo in your spot for you to sit on. You're able to keep somewhat if a calm demeanor until you discover it's a remote controlled dildo when it starts to thrust into you. You do your best to not your orgasm, but multiple people can sense something is off. Jade just gives a smile and explains how you aren't feeling well. It's not like you never get caught, it's just no one has the guts to report Jade. A single smile in the person's direction has them fleeing.

Floyd is the opposite of discreet. If he is in the mood to fuck, everyone knows it. In the library full of study groups for a big exam? Floyd strips you naked, steals things like pens and other objects from other students, and fucks you with them until you cum, all while everyone around you tries to ignore the scene and avoid Floyd's attention. If Floyd is feeling generous, he takes the hand of someone nearby and uses their hand like a toy to fuck you.

Sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch? Floyd has his cock out for everyone to see, hard and dripping pre cum, as he slaps your cheek with it and whines about how he's in a bad mood and needs you to suck him off. If you open your mouth, he fucks your face in front of everyone. If you don't, he whines even louder and rubs his cock across your face, eventually just humping you until he cums all over your face and hair. Sitting next to Floyd in a lecture? He bends you over the desk and just starts fucking you, not caring about how the sound and sight of his balls hitting your thighs is a distraction for everyone. One glare from anyone who tries to speak up silences any comment, even the professor is too scared to stop him.

When the two eels are together though, that's when it gets even wilder. They like to push your limits, almost making like a game. Taking turns to see how long you would last with their cock down your throat before you pass out. Stealing the pens from others in whatever room they're in to see how many you can fit in your hole. Seeing how long you can go with their cum painting your face before a professor notices. Stripping you and fucking you in front of different crowds and finding out how you get tighter and cum faster with the biggest crowds, especially if they're recording you.

Epel

(Other characters guest star in catching y'all fucking. Also I like to think Epel has one of the biggest dicks out of the twst cast fight me)

The wilderness is the closest you can get to privacy where Epel's from and it's much the same at NRC. you and Epel would sneak off into the woods just so you two could fuck like rabbits. Epel did try to be responsible when it came to protection. He's had sed plenty of times and always used a condoms, but the few types of condoms he could get his hands on at NRC are just too small to be comfortable for him.

During the first time you two snuck out too the woods, you could see his discomfort and just took off his condom. He was about to say protest, but you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, telling him to just fuck you. Once he felt your walls raw, he knew he could never go back to using those condoms. He also found out just how much of an absolute slut you are.

"You shouldn't've done that." Epel grunts above you. "Now nothin' can stop me from breedin' you." Epel fucked you hard, but he was also attentive, making sure to make you cum before he did. Multiple times a week the two of you would sneak away to different parts of the woods. At first you two would barely strip anything off, but, with never having been caught so far, you two grew bolder until both of you were completely naked sans your shoes. This went well until one day it wasn't just the two of you.

The snapping of a twig has Epel stopping mid thrust as the two of you look up to see Jade staring down at you two. You're absolutely petrified and go to grab your clothes, but Epel pulls your hips back and pounds into you harder.

"Dontcha try to run, slut. I felt you get tighter when this fucker showed up." Epel grabs a fistful of your hair and makes you arch your back, showing off the noticeable bulge of the smaller man's cock in your stomach. You can't help but moan as Epel hits the spot he knows drives you insane. Jade takes out his cock and begins to jerk off to the scene. It doesn't take long for you to cum on Epel's cock and for Epel to cum with you, filling you with his cum. A few seconds later, Jade steps in front of you. Instinctively, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Jade shoots his cum into your mouth and across your face.

Jade isn't there every time you and Epel fuck in the woods, but it's often enough it isn't a surprise. Every time Jade watches and finds a place to cum on you, one time standing behind you, your hole gaping after Epel pulled out, and shoots his cum into you.

What you don't know is, that from day one, Rook has been following the two of you each time you sneak off into the woods. Cock in one hand, camera in the other, Rook makes binders upon binders with dtaed photos of you and Epel fucking with an entirely seperate binder where Jade has joined you. He hasn't showed Vil yet, but really he should. Maybe he should confront the two of you first though? Maybe you can make him an offer that convinces him not to ;3.

Rook

Rook is the master of stealth sex. He's somehow able to keep completely calm with only a pink tint in his cheeks being the only tell you're under the table deepthroating his cock. This all started pretty casually. One day, you're talking with Rook in the library. A few minutes later, your back is against a bookshelf, arms over his shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist, with his tongue down your throat and cock pounding your hole. It doesn't take long for you to cum on his cock and for him to fill your hole with his cum. You're ready to be let down, but he eagerly starts fucking you again.

Rook is an absolute master and finding just the right spot to fuck you. From the library, to empty lecture halls, the hallway between classes, under a table during lunch, you've ended up with his cock inside of youn and he's ended up with a camera in his hands to snap photos each time. He never asked, but he's never tried to hide it. Rook especially loves taking photos of your dripping hole, every time making sure your face is in frame. But, his favorite photos are the ones where your face is covered in his cum.

Rook is also very handsy, groping different parts of you body in broad daylight while surrounded by people. He keeps such a straight face while his fingers are knuckle deep inside you, and you just have to pretend you're okay. He'll casually pinch your ass as he walks by or take a nice feel of your chest while no one is looking. While he adores having you between his legs, he also adores being between yours. Good luck trying to study at the library with Rook under the table giving you head.

Rook is very good about not getting caught, but only when he wants to. There are times he does want to get caught, and you have been caught by quiet a few people. Rook purposefully started fucking you behind a bush in the botanical garden just so Leona could confront the two of you. Of course, Rook never stopped rutting into you when Leona showed up. In fact, Rook spread your legs wider for Leona to get a better look. Rook fucked you in the science lab just before the science club started just so Trey could walk in on your head bobbing on Rook's cock.

You didn't get in trouble until one night where Rook of fucking you against a table in the Pomefiore common room. You hear the sound of heels clicking before you hear a throat clearing. You try to cover yourself when you see Vil glaring at you, but Rook pulls your hands away. Rook gives Vil a whole show, going over each aspect of your body and how you react to different touches. Rook shows off your hole, how well you take him, while Vil's fingers run across your sex. Before Rook fills you, he pulls out and offers Vil to use you. In the morning, you wake up sore between the two men.

Lilia

Lilia is an absolute exhibitionist tease. Your encounters started all because you accidentally walked in on him. You just wanted to sneak into an empty lecture hall, a quiet place to study, but instead come across Lilia floating with his cock in his hand. You and Lilia stare at each other for a moment before Lilia just starts stroking his cock again. Lilia spreads his legs, giving you a better view, as he invites you over to touch him. Within the minute, your floating midair with Lilia's mouth on your sex and you lips around his cock.

Now, when you see each other in passing, it's common for Lilia to flash his cock at you, and you've started flashing him back in return. It's also quite easy for you two to find a place to fuck. Lilia just has you pick you up and float up. He's fucked you against many ceilings, floating in the night sky, and even high above the crowd in the cafeteria. He loves filling up your hole with his cum and watching it drip down to the ground far below you.

Lilia also likes teasing you whenever you're going about your day. You have just enough privacy that no one is looking directly at you? Suddenly the fae's cock is mere inches from your face. Sometimes he just pops in to cum on your face. Other times he hovers in front of you and fucks your face, cumming deep down your throat. There are times he simply humps your clothed ass and cums all over the back of your bottoms. He just likes leaving you with something a bit bothersome for the rest of the day.

It stayed just the two of you for a while until he invited you to come hang out with him in the light music club. Cater and Kalim are happy to have you hang out with them. What they weren't expecting was seeing you end up between Lilia's legs, eagerly licking his cock, while the fae sits there talking like all of this is normal. Kalim seems happy to watch, complimenting you when you deepthroat Lilia's cock. Cater is hesitant at first but then takes his own cock out as he watches your head bob. When Lilia pulls your mouth off of his cock, you whine, but Lilia just coos in response and offers your mouth for the other two to try.

All three of them take turns using your mouth, passing you around as they continue their conversation. You gladly lick their shaft, play with their balls, and deepthroat each of their cocks. Eventually, you end up in the middle of all three of them, mouth open and tongue out as the three men stroke their cocks above you. Cater has his phone out recording the whole seen. Each one of them cums, painting your face and tongue. You happily swallow what's in your mouth and lick your lips, savoring the taste. Now you're a regular member of the club, sucking off each one of them daily.

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Charles Lee ray and Brahms (seperately ) where they get turned into cats that can talk and reader finds them and the realize they get lost if attention from the reader.

Fluff plz

Charles lee ray and brahms but they're cats

The first version of this post didnt save but I had only written this top segment so nothing was really lost HOORAY

Characters: Charles Lee Ray, Brahms Heelshire

Notes: Reader is GN, not explained why they're cats, reader is implied to be working with Charles in his murders

CWs: mentions of murders in Charles's part

Charles

Getting this out but he doesnt play games when he wants your attention- whether it be verbally demanding it or setting a.. surprise.. for you.. he does not take well to being ignored

Moving on he is piiiissed when he realizes what's happened to him- even more so if this is after hes been a doll.. but let's just say this takes place before that/an au

Takes it worse, actually, especially given that cats can be killed easier than toys

You do come up with the idea to use him as a lure to bring unsuspecting victims that had only wanted to help a "poor stray"

Circling back to the attention- hes not totally opposed to being treated like royalty.. ignoring that hes a little offended that you spoil him more than when he was a human..

Brahms

Even though he retains the capabilities to speak as a cat he hardly utilizes them, though that's because he simply... doesnt speak much

It's not much different actually, Brahms always begs for your attention and it's still the case when hes been turned into a furred animal.. except.. now hes more comfortable knocking things onto you while you sleep if he wants to hang out with you.. whether it be his cat instincts kicking in or hes willingly doing it to be a little shit

Definitely a climber, climbs up your back and perches himself on your shoulder while you work

The second you get him fancy stuff- food, toys, and so on.. be sure that you can afford it long term because it's going to become the standard

He may not speak but he DOES meow, loudly, until you pick him up

[missglaskin]

Yan!Aemond Targaryen and yan!Aegon II (Seperate) with aunt!darling (Hightower) 

Note-To be exclusive, the reader is not stated to be adopted or not. 

Tags: Some explicit/smut, somnophilia, some delusional, perverted behavior, clinginess, forced marriage, dark elements 

Prologue: 

All your life you have been compared to your older sister. She married the king. Became the queen of the seven kingdoms. Birthed him many heirs. And what have you done in your life? A nose buried in a book and a head filled with stories. 

The court believed you to be naïve and innocent. Your father ignored you. What a disappointment you are. Your brothers couldn’t understand you. You spoke a language yet not known to them. Your sister had no time for you. As your father says, she’s busy fulfilling her supposed duties. 

All paid no mind to you. All except your sister’s sons.

Aemond

As much as Aemond loved his mother and went to her at times. He felt far more comfortable with you. Perhaps it was because you were much closer to his age. Or because you truly understood his feelings. And you taking his side during that incident with Rhaenyra’s sons made him adore you even further. 

Aemond realized his feelings were deeper than he assumed. His fondness for you was well known around the court. At the same court, many lords eager to ally themselves with the house Targaryen offered their daughters. Even ambitious ladies have made their efforts. The one-eyed prince was still not persuaded. For his eye caught the sight of another, his sweet aunt. 

You suspected nothing from Aemond. He was a perfect gentleman through and through. But then again, you are blind to it. The intense eye that watches your every move. That roams any exposed skin it can find. Whether it’s through the sheer fabric of your nightgown when your nephew welcomes himself into your chambers to bid you ‘good night’. 

Often you’re judged for spending most of your time in the library, eyes hardly straying away from the pages. But Aemond never did. Even being the reason, he has a passion for it. He’s found near you, also picking a book of his own. Sometimes, you can't help but rant endlessly on what you’ve read. Where you are met with sighs and a roll of eyes, it’s never like that with him. Aemond’s eye hardly blinks as he listens to your every word. In truth, he finds your voice to be smoothing, almost like a lullaby. 

Aemond’s desire is one of a burning flame. There’s no smothering or dowsing the flames. It just rises and rises. He wants to send the fire burning in you. From your heart to your core. His patience wears thin every day. His touches and attempts become more desperate. Daring to have you lean on him, to caress your cheeks, to trail your body. He finally reaches his end when overhearing his grandfather speak of his plans. 

His jaw and fist clench at the revelation of the plans. To wed you off to some lord. You were his. Body and soul, you are his. There was the temptation to fly off on Vhagar and offer the head of the lord at his grandfather’s feet. But he had other plans. Sneaking into your chambers, offering you a stroll in the city. Trusting him as you always do, you agree, hands in his. 

The building you enter seems familiar with its structure and symbols. There is confusion when seeing the Sept. Realizing what this is. And for the first time, you have seen it unleashed. All his desire, lust, furiousness. The ugly side of him that he for so long kept hidden. All of it just came to the surface and for the first time, you feared Aemond. Discovering that even all those years, you have never truly known him. 

Not seconds after the vows are exchanged, Aemond who insists you call him ‘husband’. Consummates the marriage still in the holy place. Finding yourself ashamed at the moans that echo the building as his tongue dives into your pussy. Feelings of pleasure overtaking you. Soon he joins you, groans and grunts heard as his cock slides into you. Not long after, his hot cum floods your inner walls. With shaky legs and his seed dripping down your thighs. Aemond brings you to his chambers, where the servants find you the morning after, running to inform the queen.

Aegon II

In his teenage years, your nephew was quite attached to you. Always running to you at the slightest trouble. His mother was ‘mean’ to him. His father ignored him. His grandfather scolded him again. Every time you took him in your arms. Knowing the feeling of being the ‘disappointment’ all too well. You knew how to comfort him-the right words to say. But as Aegon got older, his clinginess never withered, instead, it grew with each intensity. 

You haven’t noticed it. The way he looks at you. His lingering and ‘accidental’ touches. It’s as if Aegon wants to see how much he can get away. He pecks your cheeks. A sweet gesture. But is it when his lips brush against yours. Claiming you moved your head, and that’s why it occurred. Then it happened again and again. But Aegon assures you it’s just a friendly kiss. What nephew would have such intentions with his sweet aunt. 

Aegon rarely knocks when coming into your room. Many times he walked on you undressing. Aegon pretends to turn his back to you, but you caught him staring more than once. There’s also no privacy when it comes to taking a bath. He doesn’t excuse himself, sitting right next to you so he can ‘speak’ with you. All while your hands are on your body to shield yourself from his prying eyes.

You are sweet. A sweet wine. Sweeter than the Dornish and arbor gold. He dreams of tasting you. To drink you in like a starved man. And most of all, he dreams of fucking you. It consumes his every thought. But in all his mad, driven lust, Aegon loves you. A smile like yours pumps his blood so quickly that he feels his heart pounding violently against his chest.

Most men when visiting brothels demand the same thing; a young, beautiful girl to satisfy their needs. But Aegon demands an older woman and a certain appearance. But they sound nothing like you and he more so, hates it when they mention their name. After he’s done fucking them, Aegon wants to be held, to have fingers running through his hair and to hear whispers of sweet praises. Only for his fantasy to be ‘ruined’ once more. 

Every visit leaves him more and more unfulfilled. And it leaves him desiring you more and more. He felt the universe was truly against him. His half-sister has gotten her wishes and married her uncle, and what was he left with. A sister who only spoke in riddles. He wanted you. No, he needed you. So one can imagine the fury that came when you informed him of your proposal to lord Lannister. Any restraint. Any inch of morality within him. Gone. 

At night where a full moon appears in the sky. You are awaken. Thighs twitching. Feeling pinned to the bed, a weight pressing down on you. Needy whines reaching your ears. Aegon's eyes greet you when they open, a dark lust swirling in them. Faint moans involuntarily slip from your lips. You try to voice how wrong this is, the horror of it. But your body melts under him. The deeper he goes, the more your walls flex around him. 

You were wrecked with guilt. Not because you give yourself to him. But because you enjoyed it. You wanted more of it. That night, you found yourself unable to sleep all while Aegon slept soundly, clutching you tightly. Silently, you prayed your sister wouldn’t discover this shameful incident. But Aegon, your once sweet nephew, proved to be cruel. When he presented her and your father with the ruined sheets.

[yorshie]

Could you do a bayverse one where the turtles (seperate) react to their s/o getting so upset that they can only repeat a couple words? Like if they were suddenly having anxiety and can't say anything but "oh jeez.. oh... oh. Jeez. Oh jeez...." really quiet or something like that. How would they comfort their s/o? Is their s/o sad? Mad? I think it would be a nice comfort headcanon. Also, no pressure to write this. I just thought it might be cute.

Alright Anon, I took a little liberty because I’m pretty sure I wrote one exactly like this (and I don't wanna bore you rehashing the same idea), but we’re gonna go with Reader hit the panic button walking home from work because they felt like they were about to get jumped, said Turtle Man shows up, kicks ass, takes names, then realizes A - this is probably the first time Reader’s seeing said Turtle Man in action, and B - Reader is in the full five stages of a panic attack, just huddled up against a wall, can’t string two words together.

(as always set in 2023 for turtles are 22 ish)

Cue Headcanons below:

LEO

First things first he’s gonna put the weapons away. He knows how intimidating they are, he’s used that fact to his advantage in the past. The last thing he wants to do is make whatever’s going with you worse because you saw the shine of a light glint off one of his blades.

Next thing next, he’s gonna take you someplace else. Someplace that doesn’t reek of blood, piss, whatever the hell an alley smells like. It doesn’t matter what state you’re in, or if you can verbally give him permission, he’s going to swoop you up and get you the hell out of there. If being manhandled makes you more angry, or brings on the waterworks, it’s something he’ll deal with later. Leo’s used to making quick decisions that involve the welfare of others, this is no different in his eyes.

Leo’s a taskmaster, he does better with a bullet point list to follow. And the next thing on his agenda, now that he’s insured your immediate safety, is going to be a body check for wounds. If you’re in a state of mind to help him, he’ll let you tell him you’re fine. If you aren’t, he’s going to check for himself. Clinical, straight to the point, strictly professional. Doesn’t matter what stage your relationship is on, he’s looking for blood, scrapes, pain, and nothing else. If he finds something, he’ll bundle you up again and take you to Donnie. If he doesn’t, the gears in his brain switch over.

Now that he’s seen to you physically, he’ll start on your mental state. If you don’t like touch in the middle of a breakdown, he’ll back off, give you space, start working on using his voice to get you back to the place where you can string together more than one syllable. If you can stomach touch, he’s going to want to hug you. His heart is going a mile a minute, so it’s just not for your benefit, but he won’t tell you that just yet.

Once he’s got you talking, returning his affection, Leo’s going to take you to either your place or the Lair. He’ll push for the Lair, since it’s more defensible, but if you need the comfort of your space he’ll bend. He’ll spend the rest of the night making sure you’re ok, double checking the locks on your windows and doors, making sure you eat, bathe, etc. He’ll make you tea, whether or not you actually drink it. He’ll stomach whatever movie you want to watch, just as long as you let him sit beside you.

If your relationship is on the newer side, and it gets to the point when he’d usually leave, he’ll linger. All it will take is a word from you and he’ll stay, whether you’ll let him hold you in your bed or camp on the floor. He will absolutely not listen to any entreaties to further your relationship at this time; he doesn’t want you to do anything you might regret later.

If your relationship is far enough, it won’t be a question of him staying. He’s gonna stay, he’s gonna wedge himself into bed with you no matter the size of the mattress, and you’re probably going to wake up either sprawled across him or somehow contorted into an awkward position with his arms around you. If you want something more from him he probably won’t take the request seriously. For his own peace of mind, he’ll keep his wants on a short leash and you’ll have to settle for cuddling, kisses, and if you ask, he’ll churr until you fall asleep.

If he convinces you to go to the Lair, he’ll take care of you there as well, but you’ll have to deal with the other brothers as well. Leo’ll take you by Donnie’s lab to insure his health checks were accurate, then depending on who else is around he’ll either openly walk you to his room, or carry you there to avoid Mikey and Raph making fun of the two of you. Same rules on touch apply, if your relationship is newer he’ll give you his bed and he’ll disappear or sleep on the floor. If you’ve been together for the long haul though, the damn roof could cave in and he still wouldn’t stop cuddling you, though churring is out if there’s a chance his brothers could hear.

RAPH

Once he’s taken out the bad guys, Raph’s attention will turn to you. He’s not the type to put his weapons away right off the bat, but if he sees you eye them or flinch away when he gets closer, he’ll take the chance of a surprise attack and put them away. 

He’s not going to touch you right away. He knows what emotion in overdrive will do to people, and the last thing he wants is for you to take a swing at him out of leftover anger or fear only to feel guilt over it later. So he’ll rumble at you, talk soothingly, try and get you to a point where you’ll start seeking reassurance from him. If you’re quick to reach for him, that’s his queue to get you the fuck out of there, but if you’d rather cling to the dirty wall instead of him he knows whatever’s going on with you is bad.

Once he’s got you out of there, he’ll want to look you over. If you’re crying, he’ll take the chance to wipe your face, get rid of the tears, because if he has to keep looking at them he might go back and find someone to pick a fight with. Once he’s sure you’re done crying, he’s gonna look you over, and for the most part he’ll be relying on you to tell him if it’s bad or if he needs to stop. He’ll keep it professional to be sure, but if this is a newer relationship he’s gonna blush. Can’t help it, even if its something as innocent as your stomach, somewhere in the back of his turtle brain he’s having a conniption.

If he finds something worrying, he’ll call Leo. Big brother, for all the times they’ve fought, will know what to do. At this point he’ll take you to the lair, and you’ll be subject not only to Donnie treating whatever Raph’s found, but also a hovering Leo who’ll want to know what the hell happened, and why Raph went alone. 

If he finds nothing, the ball is now in your court. His first gut instinct is to take you home, comfort in the familiar and all that. If you want to go to the Lair, you’ll have to verbally confirm this in a clear manner, because if you stay silent or blabber you’ll end up back at your place.

If you go home, he’ll hang around far longer than he should. Unfortunately, if this is a newer relationship, he’ll try to dip out unless you take the time to convince him he should stay. Raph will need constant reassurance that he is something you actually want, and so the thought of you wanting his big, ugly mug around when you could be reliving other big, ugly mugs is not something that crosses his mind. If you are persistent though, he will stay, but you will likely find him in the floor in the morning even if you manage to convince him to share the bed.

If your relationship has been going on for a while, he’ll treat you to the nine yards. Bubble bath, take out, he’ll let you use him as a pillow to watch a movie, etc. When it comes time to sleep, he’ll wedge himself into the bed with you, but you’ll have to settle for him sleeping with his shell to the door, even if that’s your usual spot. It’s not up for debate, and if you try to wiggle him into a different position the only thing it’ll get you is a side eye and minor frustration. If you want something more from him, you’ll have to be direct, because Raph will absolutely not take the lead on a night like this, no matter how many hours it’s been since he rescued you.

If you convinced him to go to the Lair, its safe to say he’ll drag you by Donnie just to make sure you’re really ok. Then, if he can manage it, he’ll dodge Leo. No one’s to say if he’s actually successful, but neither of you are ready to hear a lecture at this particular moment. Thank god he and Mikey finally got separate rooms and the younger quit sneaking into his room from nightmares, because the last thing you need is to wake up with an arm around you that isn’t Raph’s.

Newer or long term relationship, Raph will offer his bed, but it’s big enough that he’ll take the side nearest the door. Newer relationship: he’ll sleep with his shell to you and construct a line of pillows between the two of you. Long haul: you’ll be wrapped up in his arms, between the safety of the wall and his shell. He’ll talk you to sleep, maybe even churr if he knows no one else will hear. 

DONNIE

Donnie takes bad guys out with lethal precision, using a combination of his tech and his bo. He’s not too picky on form or technique, just whatever eliminates the threat in the most timely manner. When he is finally able to turn his attention to you, he’ll hide behind his brain, fool himself into believing he can be analytical and logical when taking care of you.

He’ll take you by the shoulders, use his tech to scan you, fire off questions about your health, status, mental state, until you either start answering or you have a breakdown. If your response is bad, his tech will pick up on it long before he ever will, but the warning across his goggles will be enough to pull him back, clue him in into trying a different angle. His next approach will be to get you somewhere safe. He’ll ask you if you can stand his touch, but if he sees you deteriorating, he’ll simply act, take you to the Lair and his lab where he can feel in control of the situation.

Logic will tell Donnie that if you’ve made the entire trip to the Lair, you’re likely not suffering any huge injury. And that knowledge will allow him to switch gears, to take your face between his large hands and ask, instead of demand, if you are alright. He’ll do anything you ask, if you can just tell him you’re ok. 

If you are injured, he’ll see to it right away. He’ll get you some of his clothes to change into if yours are bloody, or stand guard while you take a shower, shell facing you to afford a little privacy. He’ll prattle on the entire time, but expect a cheeky comment or two throughout the process. Donnie can only hold them in so long, and as soon as he’s sure you’re not going to drop dead or have a heart attack from anxiety, his sharp wit is likely to return. He’ll comment on the audacity of your attackers, which body wash you decide to snatch from the communal bottles, anything to keep you talking and to avoid the silence that will likely turn right back into a panic attack.

Since you’re already at the Lair, he’ll ask if you just want to stay. If you want to go home, he’ll take you, but he’s not going to leave you alone, even if your plan was to just curl up alone and process. No such luck. He’ll kill time walking circles in your apartment checking your security until you get the hint and order him still. If your relationship is newer, he’ll ask if you want him to stay, and likely be self conscious of his actions once he realizes what he’s doing. If your relationship has been going on for a while, he’ll be amused at you ordering him around, but pliant with what you want. In all reality you probably won’t sleep in the bed, but on the couch, with some old movie on in the background because Donnie is allergic to laying horizontally in a bed (feels too much like rest) and he can’t relax without some noise. 

If you agree to stay at the Lair, he’ll clean off his bed and tuck you in, no matter the time. If you want cuddles, this is the point where you have to verbalize it or play pathetic, because after about 5 minutes of inactivity he will wander away to tinker, to work, always staying within line of sight, but Donnie doesn’t have an off switch. Especially if your relationship is newer, he won’t know what is acceptable and his mind will run away with him on what you would or would not allow, and in the end he will end up at his computer for 5 hours because difficult coding is more straightforward than feelings.

If you have been together for a while, Donnie will have a better handle on what you can handle and what your limits are. If you want him to hold you, he happily will, though if you plan to fall asleep he will probably turn on some music or a movie for the background noise. If you want something more than him, you’ll have to have a reason why, because as much as he’d like helping you forget things, he knows that’s not healthy. Either way though, he doesn’t mind rumbling or churring for you, the sound is soothing and no one is going to hear over the hum of the computers and music.

MIKEY

Small protector bean is deadly when in combat, faster than Leo when he puts his mind to it, more precise than Raph, and after years of practice he’s managed to turn his occasional fumbles to his advantage when he focuses. And if you’re in danger, he’s lazer focused. 

The moment you both are in the clear, he’s gonna be up in your space, asking if you’re ok, hands checking you for injuries. If you need a moment, or some space, you’re gonna have to be aware enough to ask for it, because this turtle is riding high on the adrenaline of worrying about you and the high of saving you. It’s gonna take him a moment to calm down, but once he does, he’s either got an answer from you or realized you’re too far in your head to hear him. If that’s the case, he’ll just hold you to his chest, keep up the litany of reassurance until you stop shaking and you’re holding him back

Mikey will want to take you by the Lair no matter what, to run an all clear by Donnie to make sure you’re really ok, and to tell Leo that he’s taking a week off patrols to walk you home from work. Yes, you probably are there for that discussion, and no, you will not be able to change Mikey’s mind about it. He loves his brothers, but they can handle a week without him, you’re important too.

If you’re hurt, he’s gonna be in Donnie’s way most likely, because there is no way he’ll leave you alone until you’re bandaged up and Donnie’s assured him you’ll be fine. He might have to resort to shocking Mikey if he needs him out of the room for some reason, but thankfully between the two of you, you can conjure up some errands for him to run long enough for Donnie to work.

If you want to head back to your home, he’ll try and stall you, invite you to play games or watch a movie with him. It will take a little bit to either convince him that’s where you want to be, or more likely, that you want him to come with you. Oh, he just assumed you meant for him to stay here. Oops.

If your relationship is newer, he’ll drop you off at home and you’ll have to invite him in if you want him to stay. He’ll eat your food, drink your soda, sure, but he’ll also readily cuddle with you without prompting. Mikey doesn’t really like to overthink things, and even if your relationship is newer he’ll assume you’re good with his touch, because surely you are if you’re willing to call him your boyfriend. If you’ve been together for a while, he’s already claimed a spot on your couch, on your bed. He’s an infestation, but he’s your infestation. Get ready to be cuddled for the entire night, and get ready for snoring, mumbling, churring, etc. This turtle has no filter, and no sense of personal space. Hope your bed is big enough to escape if he rolls over.

If you stay in the Lair, he’ll order in pizza, share his soda with you, let you borrow some of his clothes to sleep in, etc. If your relationship is newer he will self consciously keep his door open, as if to broadcast his pure intentions towards you, but if anyone peeked into the room during the night they’d probably see you being the little spoon. If you’re relationship is more of the long haul variety, he likely has the door shut, but that’s just so he doesn’t annoy the others with the late night movie and game marathon he’s planning to keep your mind occupied. If you want something more from him, he’s happy to oblige, but if something feels off with your response he’ll redirect you, distract you until you give in and just let him cuddle you instead.

[f4iryyuiirz]

can i request the main 3 (seperate) of general headcannons, things like what it’s like dating them, habits and things they would do with reader?

Stan Marsh:

— This might be obvious, but Stan is really clingy once you manage to get him to trust you.

— He gets jealous really easily, even if it's just talking. 

— He just wants to be with you most of the time.

— He does have minor trust issues that make him think he can't be loved, but it's nothing you can't kiss away and make him forget all about.

— When he's with you, he's super affectionate and will shower you with as much love as he can give. He just asks for the same.

— He loves someone who just rambles to him about stuff because Stan seems more of a listener, and plus, he loves your voice.

— We all know Stan is an animal lover, so he would also love it if you had a pet. not that you have to get one, just that if you had one, he would like it like it was his own child.

— He loves cuddling too, literally any time or place. You just have to ask.

— Speaking of asking, at the start of the relationship, he would probably not start any physical affection; he would wait for you to do that since he doesn't want to scare you away so soon. 

which leads me to my next point, communication. compunicate, please. I am begging you. because he won't until you do. Which means if you want him to kiss you more, say it. He'll try his best. 

— He just wants to make you happy.

— He likes to be the 'big spoon' most of the time. 

— He loves you a lot. But sometimes he just isn't ready to do something, so please be patient. 

— He usually really would want to; it's just that it might take him some time to get used to the idea.

— He also needs space at times. I don't think he's abusive, but he may yell at you if he's really mad when you guys fight, which isn't a lot since he's kind of a pushover, but around the time he starts yelling, it would be the best time to walk away from each other and just breathe.

— He would never propose to hurt you, though. He just couldn't. 

— He's also most likely said 'I love you' first, but he didn't realize he said it until you pointed it out.

— The bottom line is that he has issues but is willing to try and fix them for you because he loves you that much. 

Kyle Broflovski:

— I see him as a hopeless romantic; he would definitely bring flowers to the first date. 

— Kyle most likely doesn't have dating experience, unlike Stan, who at least dated Wendy. but that doesn't mean he won't try his best to be a good boyfriend.

— He also wants a long-term relationship because he dates to marry, so if you manage to get him to date you, You guys are getting married sooner or later.

— He's really sweet, and he's actually pretty charming.

— He would be slightly less jealous than Stan, but jealous nonetheless. 

— I feel like he only gets jealous when someone is actively flirting with you.

— He's willing and might throw hands if whoever is flirting disrespects you, of course. I mean, he's from Jersey.

— He would most likely only start thinking about it when he notices that you're uncomfortable, but he wouldn't just do it on a whim.

— The list thing really screwed with his self-image. He is slightly insecure about his features. He thinks his nose is too big. but it's okay because all you have to do is smack some sense into him. 

— Or you could just tell him you love him, whichever works best for you.

— He was more awkward around you when his feelings for you started before you guys were dating. 

— He doesn't really know what to say or how to flirt, but once you start dating, he's more confident and flirtatious.

— I don't think he really likes PDA; maybe some handholding and a kiss on the cheek here and there, but more than that is just gross to him. 

— Mainly because he doesn't like people staring at him while he's making out with you or whatever you two are doing.

— But just because he doesn't like to do it in public doesn't mean he doesn't do it in private. When you two are alone, he is all over you. Unless you don't want him to be, but most of the time you would be making out or something to make up for lost time when you were outside.

— As I said before, he dates to marry, so when you're in a relationship with him, he'll do anything to try and make it work. Even if you two fight a lot. 

— There aren't a lot of fights with Kyle, but when they are, they are big. 

— Kyle has anger issues, so he may insult you a lot when you fight, but don't take it too personally; he's just trying to get you as mad as he is so he doesn't feel like he's arguing with a wall.

— He is also pretty dominant. not in a sexual way, though; he just likes to make decisions and take the lead. It doesn't really matter who you are; just relax and let him take care of everything.

— Anyway, to end this section off, Kyle is a hopeless romantic who just wants someone with whom he can spend the rest of his life.

Kenny Mccormick:

— Kenny is very flirty. We know this. He often flirts with a lot of girls, but he's not just a playboy who does it with every girl he thinks is hot. He does have feelings. And if you were lucky enough, he might actually have those feelings for you.

— At first, I thought he wasn't really planning on anything serious when he first started dating you. 

— He mostly did it out of fear of getting left out. Almost everyone in his class was dating someone, and he didn't want to be the loser who was single, so he picked you because you were funny and pretty good-looking.

— But then he actually started liking you. He started noticing a bunch of things about you.

— Like how you smiled when he made his stupid jokes and how you always comforted him about not being able to buy you anything expensive because he doesn't have a lot of money.

— He realized that he might actually want to make your relationship a long-term thing. 

— Kenny is really into physical touch but doesn't know how to express it, so he often comes off as flirty.

— I think he has severe commitment issues, mainly because of all the emotional baggage he has tucked away, but that discussion is for another day.

— He'll do things that might seem embarrassing just to make you smile. He also says dumb things just because he is nervous.

— He may act like he is cool with his partner, but he is actually terrified of rejection.

— He flirts very frequently with everyone around him and often doesn't realize he's doing that, so that may cause a fight between you two.

— It's not like he means to do it; he is just naturally pretty flirty. Mainly because he thinks that he's just being nice.

— He also gives the best hug and cuddles, so be prepared to spend a whole Saturday at home just cuddling while watching TV.

— Now, back to the fights. Fights between you two are not regular; they happen sometimes but not that often. 

— If you guys are fighting, you might be playfully fighting about something small like 'who ate the last cookie' or something big like him possibly cheating on you.

— Personally, I don't think Kenny would cheat since, if you managed to get into a long-term relationship with him, I think he changed his ways.

— Speaking of that, he has never been in a serious relationship before, so he tends to move fast when he finds you.

— Bottom line because I can't really think of anything else. Kenny is a sweetie who will always love you and tries his best to treat you right.

A/N: I'm so sorry it took me this long to write this but I am grateful that you waited. Also, I just wanted to say that this is the last request I will take for a bit, while I fix up this account. I will be updating the rules so I would like you to wait for that until you request again. Thank you.

[hey-kae]

Caught

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Request: could you possibly make a fic about reader and leclerc being in a secret relationship and it being exposed by reader wearing his jacket in public? lots of love<3

Warnings: a few curse words

a/n: i really liked this idea so I’m hoping you’ll like what i wrote!!

Both you and Charles were fully aware that attempting to sneak you into a Grand-Prix would be risky given the secret state of the new relationship that the two of you were building together.

But he just couldn't stand the fact that even after three months into dating, you had yet to see him race, live at least, because God knows there was no hope moving you away from in front of the television screen during race weekends.

Charles however still argued that "it's nothing like the real thing." and after a few weeks of nagging, you gave in and agreed to attend a Grand Prix.

You had a ticket for one of the grandstands so you could actually watch the race and while you repeatedly told Charles that that was enough, he still insisted on a paddock pass, telling you that being at the paddock didn't mean you were with him at the paddock, and it sure helped that you weren't an exactly known face around the F1 community. All you had to do was make sure that you wouldn't be seen with the Ferrari driver.

The plan was studied to perfection. Watch the race, hide somewhere around his motorhome and he would quickly run by and sneak you into it without anyone, not even his team noticing before he headed to the media pen then the two of you would leave back to the hotel in seperate cars just like you had arrived.

It was a risky plan that was more than prone to catastrophic failure but surprisingly, the two of you pulled it off, and even more surprisingly, still got exposed simply because of a foolish mistake.

The weather was supposed to be sunny and warm on race day and right until the end of the very last lap, it was. However, the pounding of the heavy rain was almost deafening as you waited for Charles to finish his interview on a red couch in his motorhome.

"Putain, it's really storming out there." Charles stumbled in with raindrops trickling down his race suit. He tossed an umbrella he had onto the desk, leaving droplets of water all over the place and moved towards you, putting out his hands for you to grab and pulling you up before planting a delicate kiss on your lips.

"So... Your opinion on racing?"

"Meh, gets boring about four laps in." You awaited his reaction and sure enough, his face dropped in shock within a tenth of a second.

"Relax." You laughed, resting your hands on his chest. "I'm kidding. I enjoyed it and you were amazing." You reassured and pecked his lips just as the smile returned to them.

After that, the two of you had decided to take a bit of time before leaving, to just wait until the paddock was at least a little less crowded.

Charles changed into black sweatpants and a simple shirt, gave you a small tour of the significantly small space that gave him a bit of privacy during the chaos of race weekends then the two of you sat cuddled up on the couch, listening to the rain and the chatters outside the door until it significantly calmed down.

"Okay, we should be good. You should leave before me 'cause i have to give the keys to the team. Just make a run for it and drive directly to the hotel. D'accord, cherie?" Charles instructed, getting up and pulling you onto your feet.

"Yeah, that should be easy."

You grabbed your stuff and got ready to sneak out while Charles checked if it was safe outside and if there was anyone watching and luckily, the coast was clear.

"See you in a little." You kissed his cheek and headed for the door only to be quickly pulled back by Charles.

"Hold on! It's not raining anymore, but it's still cold." He spoke before he began rummaging through his bag, eventually pulling out one of his jackets, "Wear this. I don't want you to feel cold or get sick."

"Oh! I''ll be fine, cheri! Don't worry."

"Yeah, no..." He came closer and draped the jacket over your shoulders. "Charles, no... What about you?" You worried about him just as he worried about you, not wanting him to feel chilly because you took his jacket. "I have the Ferrari raincoat." He grabbed you face and hastly kissed your lips, "Now, i would love to see you wearing it but that wouldn't be smart of us."

With that, you rushed towards your car under a slight drizzle, clutching Charles’ jacket around your body with its hood on while you passed among people, looking like just another person who had a paddock pass.

To you, it looked like everything went according to plan, that you had went unnoticed just like you hoped you would so when you reached your hotel room, you sighed in relief and sent Charles a message to let him know everything went well before going onto Twitter to pass some time until he got there.

Charles Leclerc

Trending in motorsport

Of course, you were curious to see what people were saying about your boyfriend so you clicked on his name and went on to scroll through the latest tweets.

A huge amount of them were in Italian but barely three tweets down, you stumbled across one that had been posted 27 seconds ago.

Um, who is she?? Cause that jacket is Charles Leclerc’s!!! He was wearing it yesterday when he arrived to the circuit!!!

Your heart was beating too fast for comfort as you read and reread the words, your eyes constantly darting to the low-quality picture of you by your car then in front of the hotel.

The replies were also interesting.

How did he pull her?!?!

Girl that’s literally the hotel where the drivers are staying!! New wag ig?

I saw her by his motorhome…

“Fuck…” You gaped at the screen, stunned at the way you and Charles had ruined a perfect plan because of a small detail you didn’t think through. He was wearing the jacket just yesterday and neither of you had remembered that.

You shut your phone and tossed it on the bed, the stress from the situation causing you to pace around the room, your eyes wide open as you spaced out. You wished Charles would arrive sooner.

Sure enough, someone knocked on your door after a few minutes of panic and you had immediately swung the door open and pulled your boyfriend inside.

Charles quickly took notice of your stress, the change of mood from when he last saw you less than half an hour ago to that moment being drastic.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He grabbed your hand to stop your constant movement and still you in front of him.

“I shouldn’t have come here, Charles.”

“Why? Did something happen? I need you to tell me if anything went wrong in your way out or over here.”

“The fucking jacket. You were wearing it yesterday during media day, Charles and now everyone is suspicious as to why some random girl was leaving the circuit in you clothes.” You had rambled mindlessly, something you tended to do if you were anxious about something.

“What? Where did you see that?”

“Twitter.”

That is when Charles realized that all the planning, sneaking around, hiding and denying were pointless because, instead of worrying right now, he had a small sentiment of joy from the thought of everyone knowing you were his girlfriend.

He just needed to know if you were ready for such a step, especially since he knew the reaction wouldn’t all be positive.

“Look at me.” He cupped your face and stepped closer, his eyes locking with yours managing to calm you down a little, “Why would it be bad if everyone saw you wearing my jacket? You look cute in it.”

He tried softening the question he actually wanted the answer to.

“Everyone would know we’re dating, Charles!”

“So? Why is that a bad thing? We’re going to have to go public at some point, chérie.”

You frowned at him, trying to make sense of what he meant.

Letting the world know that Charles was your boyfriend wouldn’t be bad; quite the opposite actually, it would make your life much easier and allow you to spend more time with him. Plus, at this point, it was inevitable. Sure, you could stay silent about everything but the pictures were there and everything was already basically exposed.

You might as well have fun with messing with people mind and then reveal the relationship in your own way.

“Fuck it. Let’s go public.” You chuckled and Charles immediately hugged you as a quick reaction to your words.

The two of you decided you wanted to let people speculate for a while by basically confirming the relationship in vague ways.

Charles went on instagram and found one of the posts about you and that jacket and then shared it to his story with the side-eyes, suspicious emoji while you took a selfie in the now infamous item of clothing, making sure that Charles’ Ferrari cap was halfway into the frame of the picture, right behind you, its red color very attracting to the eye and put it up on your story as well, seconds after Charles’ post.

It was minutes before people found your account, your instagram now filled with people freaking out while you sat by Charles’ side and laughed at some hilarious comments and reactions.

With that, the two of you let the conspiracy theories begin.

[pacifymebby]

Can you do a Peaky Blinders hc with a spooky, gothic reader? If you're taking requests :)

I received this ask so long ago (when i was binge watching Wednesday) and ive been proper looking forward to it so i hope i dont disappoint!!

Tommy

🌿Theres a lot of rumours that fly around town about you. You're infamous in Small Heath.. People say you're a witch, they say you can speak with the dead... Some people even say you are one of the dead...

🌿But Tommy doesn't believe a word of it... To him you're just any other woman...

🌿 At first he thinks you dress like that, walk around town with your dark smudged makeup and your gloomy expression to try and intimidate people... He thinks you're putting on airs

🌿And he's determined to suss you out, break through your shell and find out all about the "real you"

🌿 But you're also breath taking, beautiful. You have that cold, removed beauty.. You look deadly. Thats what makes you look so ghostly - its nothing to do with the colour of your skin and everything to do with the uncanny aura you possess, the way you drift down the street completely seperate from everything around you

🌿 He sees you as a misfit just like him, he isn't scared to talk to you but when you don't give him much to go off in conversation he struggles to begin with

🌿But then he grows to enjoy the silence. People do enough talking, and always about stupid inconsequential shit... No, sometimes silence is good, and he's glad he's found someone who he can just be silent with.

🌿 When you walk down the street together youre an imposing sight to behold. If there were rumours about the two of you before, they intesify now. The ghostly girl and the devil himself...

🌿People fear you both. They are superstitious about you, some old ladies make the sign of the cross when they see you.

🌿He loves it when you wear blood red, how it brings out the colour in your lips, its so striking on you, so seductive and glamorous. He's always buying you deep red velvet dresses to wear.

🌿 Often references the rumours which go around about you, just to tease you. You always have a dry smirk and a short and sweet, cutting come back when he does.

🌿Calls you his deadly nightshade, and foxglove, they start out as teasing nicknames but end up affectionate and intimate names for you.

🌿 He is obsessed with your eyes, transfixed by them, theyre so piercing and deep, if eyes are the key to ones soul yours are the murkiest most troubled of waters and Tommy would happily drown in them.

🌿 Will use the rumours about you to his advantage when it comes to trying to intimidate his enemies.

Alfie

🐻 Doesn't think he's ever seen a more gloomy girl than you, the first time he sees you you actually send a shudder down his spine not just because you're beautiful, but because your sullen expression makes it look like you're cursing everyone in present company, including him

🐻 And he can't help but wonder if you did in fact put a curse on him because you have bewitched him, body and soul, as it were. Your pretty little face haunts him and for days youre all he can think about.

🐻 He starts actually the paying attention to the gossip in the bakery, listening out for your name, wanting to know more about the mysterious, miserable looking girl he can't get off his mind

🐻 The next time he sees you he does his best to charm you, and it isnt that you don't like him, actually he's one of the only people in this god forsaken place that you do like, its that you don't really understand he likes you like that.

🐻 You're not so much as shy, more reserved and you can listen to alfie talk and talk and talk, you love listening to him talk actually, but you never want to interrupt him, so he thinks you're not interested in him at all

🐻 Which means he tries even harder to impress you, he wants to do things you'll enjoy so he takes you on walks to the cemetary and tells you stories about the people the graves belong to. Some of them are real stories some of them, you're not so sure.

🐻 The way you never express an emotion until someone really gives you a good reason to, it makes him try ten times harder to impress you when he's telling his stories or putting on his own airs. He hasn't had to act up this much for someone in so long and he loves it. Your dramatic appearance and aesthetic really plays well with his dramatic aura and way of speaking. All his theatrical mannerisms compliment your dramatic style.

🐻 He comes up with all sorts of off the cuff nicknames for you, "and how is my little rain cloud on this dismal morning?" "my sweet dahlia," "my little inferno," "my dusky nymph," they get more dramatic every time.

🐻 He enjoys trying to coax a smile out of you, you're so mysterious and for awhile all he wants to do is get under your skin, get to know you better than anyone else can. He's captivated by you and wants to know all your secrets

🐻 You're his muse during his Opera Era.

🐻 He absolutely loves the shock effect when he walks into a room or down the street with his gothic princess on his arm. The way he can feel all eyes on the two of you, how he knows everyone's a little bit more fearful when they see you, the witchy girl with all those mysteries and secrets.

🐻 He will ask you to tell him spooky stories when youre both settling down to go to sleeo, he likes to have you curled up in his arms, drawing patterns on his chest whilst you tell him stories about ghosts and vampires.

🐻 Until you actually do manage to spook him and he has to cut you off, pretending to be a big strong man who isn't scared "enough now my little black cloud, its getting late, sleep!"

🐻 Enjoys buying you lots of gothic jewelery, seeing you adorned in the black pearls and obsidian he gifts to you.

🐻 Does worry about you, hopes youre not really as sad as you seem, hopes that most of that gloom and seriousness is just an act, an aesthetic, worries he can't make you happy.

🐻 Finds your dry, sarcastic sense of humour very entertaining, how deadpan everything you say it. How most of the time people are never quite sure whether to laugh at your joke or not. He also adores how cutting you can be when you want to be, the insults shoot like daggers from your tongue so casually that whoevers on the recieving end never knows how to respond.

Arthur

🍂 Actually believes youre a ghost for far too long. The first time he sees you, his brothers observe how shocked he is, they recognise the fear/uncertainty in his eyes and they know they can take the piss.

🍂 "You alright there Arthur you look like you've seen a ghost?" tommy and John sniggering when Arthur nods in your direction, asks who you are, only to be met with his brothers frowns. "Who're you lookin at brother? All I sees Uncle Charlie..." "She's right there next to em..." "Think the drinks gone to your head Arthur..."

🍂 So he's actually terrified of you, every time he sees you he thinks he's going a little bit mad. Until one day youre talking to Polly and he comes rushing to his Aunts side all "Pol, Polly thank god," when she turns to him with a confused look in her eyes he whispers "you can see her too Im not going mad..." Polly laughs at him, "fuckin hell arthur of course i can fuckin see her shes standing right there..."

🍂 You're actually relieved to find out that the older mans apparent dislike of you (he always left the room when you entered, always looked at you with an abject horror in his eyes) is quite simply the result of a rather amusing trick thats been played on him

🍂 Polly leaves the pair of you alone together, recognising Arthurs sudden shyness, and when youre alone with him he smirks sheepishly and admits, "Well am glad youre not dead or a ghost or somet..." "I wouldn't mind being a ghost..." "I didn't mean anythin by it am sure you'd make a lovely ghost..."

🍂 Arthur gets quite flustered and trips over his sentences a lot when hes talking to you, because the fact that you don't give much away makes him nervous. You have an intimidating aura, and the fact that you're the most beautiful woman hes ever seen... He never knows how to act or whether he's managing to win you over or not.

🍂 You really confuse him sometimes, the way you arent disturbed by blood or fighting, the way the violence and bleak dark underside of the work him and his brothers do doesnt seem to shock you at all.

🍂 It frustrates him the way you like to go on walks in the rain until youre freezing and soaked to the bone, or the way that if you prick your finger or accidentally bite your lip to hard and draw blood, you'll stop to admire the blood instead of rushing to help yourself.

🍂 Can't decide whether he likes the fact that nothing intimidates you or not. On the one hand he adores your sharp wit, on the other hand he knows its going to get you into trouble one day.

John

🌼 I can't even begin to explain how desperate to make you smile this man is, he sees it as a challenge, a competition even.

🌼 Actually it is a competition between him and his brothers, theyve all been playing this game - who can make the mysterious, miserable girl smile first - John is determined to win

🌼 But not just to get a one up on his brothers, its because he genuinely does want to make you smile... Youre so dazzlingly pretty anyway, your piercing gaze, the downward pout of your lips, that gloomy faraway look you always have about you... Hes so drawn to you

🌼 Its a real opposites attract situation, hes always been known for his lighthearted playful, laidback ways, whereas your reputation around the city is one of despair, sorrow, misery.

🌼 Hes thinks you're beautiful, your mysterious, striking appearance, the way a shadow seems to hang over you at all times.

🌼 At first you dismiss every move he makes, shooting him down with dry cutting remarks but John is only made more determined by these rebuttals. And the more he tries with you the more he chips away at that steely exterior.

🌼 His nickname for you is Sunshine, he finds it very funny and feels like hes being very clever. He means them all affectionately though.

🌼 Is extra silly trying to make you laugh and when he finally succeeds hes so smug and proud of himself, you have to admit it is actually kind of adorable.

🌼 Finds all of the rumours which go round about you incredibly amusing, definitely gets defensive of you though, how dare people make out like youre a witch, youre his girl, no one gets away with calling his girl a witch, or saying discriminatory things like "be careful she'll put a gypsy curse on you" John will straight up fight anyone he hears saying anything like that about you... Even if in private the two of you make jokes like that all the time.

🌼 Hes the only person who can make you laugh and smile and hes incredibly proud of that fact. No one believes him when he tells them that you smile for him though which is infuriating for him.

🌼 At first he's incredibly unnerved by the fact that you're not bothered about blood or violence at all. When he comes home to the Garrison one evening all bloodied up from a fight you don't even bat an eye, you just come to him, study his wounds and say very matter of factly, "You're going to need stitches but i guess i can manage that."

🌼 He never quite gets used to it though and hes not sure how to feel about the fact that you never seem phased about anything. He's quite an emotional man and the fact that he never sees you get scared confuses him, he knows men are sposed to hide that shit but women are meant to be softer, so why aren't you.

🌼 Over time he comes to realise that you do feel fear and you do worry about him when he's been through the wars, you just don't see the point in fussing when it's wasting time which could be spent helping him. And the closer the two of you get the more open to showing him your feelings you are. You don't like crying in front of people but you have done in front of him and hes always been there to hold you and comfort you and let you know its alright.

Bonnie

🍀At first people are confused as to why the sunny, cheeky, seemingly optimistic boy is so taken in by you, but to him and to you, its clear what you have in common. The two of you both have a dark side, perhaps you express them differently but they are there. You wear your darkness on your sleeve, dark eyes, dark hair, permanent sullen expression, you're pretty but you look so sad all of the time. Around the camp youre known as the Grey Girl, because you seem so gloomy and ghostly all of the time

🍀 There are rumours about you that say you're half dead, that you only have half a soul, that you can see and speak to the dead. None of its true but youd be lying if you said you didn't like playing up to it.

🍀Bonnies darkness is in his determination and his honest view of the world. He's seen and done evil things and he doesnt really believe the world to be a good place, he admires your honesty, the way you dont feel the need to hide your gloom.

🍀 And he feels a persistent connection with you, he just knows he understands you completely and thats why he wants to get closer to you, to show you that you're not alone in this world, that hes right there with you, that he knows what its like.

🍀 Growing up in close proximity to one another, he never really had to try and "get to know you" as such, because he's known you since you were born, but he did have to try and get close to you, especially as you got older and began to isolate yourself more and more.

🍀He was the only lad to keep talking to you when you got "spooky" as the other kids called it, and hes the only person you ever really enjoy spending your time with. Nobody can understand how you tolerate him, when you don't seem to be able to tolerate anyone else, but you warm to him, rather than being like a warm summers day, he's like the little beam of moonlight cutting through the rain in the middle of the night. He makes the whole gloomy world softer and easier to bare.

🍀 He loves holding your hands, they're always freezing so he's always making a show of trying to rub them warm.

🍀 Hes very defensive of you because he believes youre misunderstood. He doesnt like the way some people laugh at you and he's definitely clipped a number of the younger lads around the ear when theyve made some joke about you talking to the dead.

🍀 Futher to that he's definitely gotten into whole fights with outsiders who have said things about you being a witch, men who have cat called you, been met with a sharp response from you and then said, "ooo whatre you gonna do about girl? Put one of your gypsy curses on me?" they think they're funny until their nose comes into contact with Bonnies fist.

🍀Every time you tell him he shouldn't, you are so determined to look after yourself, and every time he just shrugs and smiles and says that he likes fighting for you. Reminding you again that you aren't alone.

🍀 He calls you Trouble, or Little Rook when he's feeling cute.

🍀 Has definitely let you smudge black eyeliner beneath his eyes once or twice, it makes you laugh which is a rarity.

🍀 You look so striking when youre sitting among the drunken rabble who come to watch his fights. You dressed in all black, your ghostly aura, your fixed and intense gaze piercing, locked on him. You have this stubborn determination about you when you watch him and people have often accused you of "fixing" the match yourself, putting a spell on Bonnies competition to make them weak.

🍀 Bonnie gets annoyed when people make those accusations, he gets stubborn and defensive about it because a) "they only say it cause we're gypsies!" b) "And she isnt a fucking witch, its disrespectful" and c) "I don't need a fuckin spell to beat these soft lads in a fuckin fight, am Bonnie fuckin Gold arent i..."

🍀 On these occasions you're the only person who can really calm him down or settle him. Your quiet, calm, dry and cutting sense of humour the only thing that can put a smile on his face and stop him killing someone.

🍀 Your favourite thing to do is ride horseback with him across the moores in the mist, those gloomy gothic landscapes are perfect to you. You like being alone with him in the fog, feeling like youre the only living boy and girl in the world.

Isaiah

🐀Honestly he definitely thinks youre killer hot, your elegant dark clothes, the lace you often wear. The way you do your make up dark and smokey around the eyes. All he wants to do when he sees you, is take you somewhere dark and shadowy to do dark deeds with you

🐀 He definitely tries to flirt by teasing you, definitely made the mistake of using the phrase "cheer up love, it might never happen," the first time he met you, to which he was met with the iciest glare and the most cutting "that would be a shame."

🐀He is a little like John in that all the nicknames he chooses for you are overly affectionate and sweet on purpose just to embarrass you. He likes "sunshine" "princess" "sweetie pie" best because whenever he uses those names for you the glare you fix him with is so cold and sharp. It both amuses and attracts him.

🐀Really really enjoys watching you cut down other people with your sharp remarks, kind of likes the fact that you dont need looking after. You can stand up for yourself and he really admires that about you.

🐀Buys you lots of pretty black and red jewlery.

🐀Honestly hes the one spreading rumours about you, he finds it funny to put the fear of god into the men down the Garrison telling them all about his girlfriend who has definitely murdered men before.

🐀 Still, if other men cross a line, Isaiah might be the one that kills them. He can say whatever he likes about his girl but if any one else crosses a line then theyre for it.

🐀 Once Tommy gave him the job of disposing of a dead body and you asked to see it (morbid curiosity) and his first response was to get really angry at you, because why the fuck would you want to see that?! When your response was to simply shrug your shoulders all "fair enough i was just curious," he softens a bit, hes unnerved because you dont seem to give a shit either way and hes confused by that.

🐀He doesnt let you see it though and he tells you never to ask him or any of the peaky boys that ever again.

🐀 Hes obsessed with your cold touch, loves feeling your icy fingers dance over his skin or linger on his neck/cheek. Your lips are often cold when you kiss his cheek and it gives him those good shivers.

🐀 Teasingly makes the sign of the cross whenever you enter the room just to see you roll your eyes and have you call him ridiculous.

🐀Your favourite time to go out for walks is the middle of the night and it drives him insane because its not safe "even if you look like youve just popped in from hell, its dangerous!" so he loses a lot of sleep going on walks with you during the witching hour.

🐀You have a reputation as a couple, him for being a little unpredictable and you for being predictably sharp and cutting. People know not to cross you and it often only takes one sharp look from you with your piercing gaze for someone to think twice about what they might be about to say.

Michael

☘️ You're his Raven, he's well read and he often calls you Carmilla, feme fatale, Carmen.

☘️ Buys you black petunias which look like this...

☘️ You have a really gothic looking house/garden with all these black flowers growing out the front and in the windows. People say you live in a haunted house and they warn Michael against calling on you, but Michael's mother is Polly Gray so he isnt scared of ghosts. He doesnt believe in them.

☘️ You wear so much velvet and he cant keep his hands off you, he loves smoothing his hands over your waist, feeling the soften off your dress and the curve of your body.

☘️ "That girls not to be trusted Michael, she's so clearly put a spell on you..." "Maybe she has," he shrugs smirks and ends any conversation which brings you into suspicion like that

☘️ Secretly enjoys the fact that people are a little bit scared of his girl, he likes the fact hes seeing a dangerous woman, it makes you a dangerous couple. More than that though, he likes the fact he doesnt have to worry too much about competition. Most men are scared of you afterall. It makes him feel powerful that he's managed to win you.

☘️ He won't take you seriously when you say spooky things or whatever, whenever you try to use your witchy reputation to prove yourself to Michael he just chuckles and tells you to settle down, he's stubborn about it too. "Put on all the airs you like when it comes to those other men my little Raven but they won't work on me..."

☘️ He likes when you sing your gloomy, spooky little folk songs for him, or when you put on slow, eerie tunes and dance to them in that strange sensual way you do. (im thinking audrey twin peaks style) he could watch you dancing for hours, so easily transfixed by you.

☘️Your darkness and spooky reputation actually ingratiates you to tommy so michael gets more respect from tommy because of you. Tommy has a real soft spot for you though and michael often gets jealous, worried that if tommy ever decides to get too close you wont be able to resist the older mans darkness.

[princesssmars]

more of college rockstars kei and touya. nsfw content included <3

spring break with college rockstar's keigo and touya. its been a few weeks since you all started dating and its just so easy since you were all great friends before. its literally like spending everyday with the two people who get you and do everything in their power to make you happy.

the sex is just an added bonus and god are they horny often. you nearly got kicked out of the campus library when touya was feeling neglected while you were studying and instead of voicing his problem went underneath the table and ate your pussy like he was starving >:/

but other than that its been great! they are incredible boyfriends, treating you like their princess and they are at your beck and call. want some takeout from your favorite place? keigo's ordered all 3 of your favorite dishes. want to go to a campus party but need to study? thankfully touya is ridiculously smart and will tutor you at the speed of light and will escort you to the party himself <3

things are also looking up for their careers, their duo getting way more local gigs and more attention from neighboring counties. and you already know when you have a free night they will take you to a gig and let you listen from backstage. keigo is a sap so yes he will dedicate a song to you. yes touya agrees but tells him to stop being corny. yes after the gig they will be so high on euphoria and adrenaline they'll take you into the dressing room fuck your brains out then take you out for burgers after :D.

after a few weeks of this great streak they get asked to perform for a rock festival in a big city, it lasting most of spring break. you obviously tell them to do it, this being a great step in their career. although you are a bit bummed you'll be missing out and will be seperated during your week of no class.

they obviously look at you like you're crazy and just tell you to pack your things.

the whole way there you're excited, seeming to be even more so than them. the festival organizer was incredibly generous and paid for your first class tickets and hotel room, and you def make the most of it when all three of you order fancy airline snacks. (you might have also, with a crazy amount of stretching, become members of the mile high club but thats neither here nor there.)

the first two days are spent checking out the festival's beginnings, meeting new musicians and people, and touring around the city. they definitely take you out to karaoke bars and every other party you wanna tag along to. but if you wanna stay in the hotel room and just watch rented movies and eat snacks one of them will definitely stay with you. probably kei he's a sucker for wrapping up in fluffy robe and getting cuddly.

the day of their performance is nothing short of amazing. their singing is loud and angry and beautiful and its one of the most exhilarating experiences of your life. throughout it they look at you with the biggest smiles and send you a wink, your heart pounding and you cant help but giggle. when its all over and they've greeted fans and talked about future opportunities they barely manage to drag you back to the hotel before ravishing you.

the next day is calm. you all sleep in late, you and keigo waking up giggly because touya is in between the two of you which he rarely does and hes slightly snoring and drooling and he looks adorable.

after a lazy bit of getting dressed and freshened up you all head to a nice little place for a good breakfast and spend the rest of the day doing some shopping and exploring and laughing and just enjoying being with these two.

[shinjisdone]

So I've recently have been obsessed with the idea of an Yandere Self-aware video game character and how they'd mess with the game

Its mmmmmmmmm super specific but I've been thinking about Makoto Yuki from Persona 3 a lot ;.;

Like- uughhh imagine you've been playing the original P3, P3FES AND P3P like the FREAK THAT U ARE and Makoto knows you!! He remembers you. And now you're back again with Reload.

Spoilers for P3 and Makoto's character and arc but will be mentioning when spoilers end:

Makoto to me is like ✨perfect✨ because a character who canonically would not care about dying and being hurt but caring for others

And then realizing he is in a video game which gives him a sense of doom???

At the very end of each game, he is going to die. But at the end it also means nothing when you press New Game again.

He goes through his year in Iwatadoi and actually starts living and caring for others and himself. More for others since he is ready to peacefully sacrifice himself.

And then, it happens all over again. The same places, the same people, the same shadows and events and deaths.

You are the one causing all of this and he doesn't know what to think of it. He never really cared until he did but now nothing seems real? Should he care then?

Even if all these repeating steps still feel real to him and fulfill him? When he feels you guiding him to make the right choices, when he hears you being so immersed into the game?

It all means nothing in the end. But you keep coming back, the real thing. You bring him such fullfillness and bonds and even though it will all be severed, it will happen again.

He oddly looks forward to it. To living and dying.

So he looks forward to you.

END OF SPOILERS BUT GAME MECHANICS WILL BE MENTIONED:

Imagine Makoto just over time beginning to mess with the game either in favor to you or to build an connection with you too:

Makoto already knows what will happen. Story cutscenes will be done with quickly in a way that you won't notice. For him, it's just seperating the time he could spend with you.

Special characters such as Igor, Elizabeth and Pharos could have an hunch that something is off. The remaining cast would react a but differently when Makoto acts out-of-character but are ultimately coded to not care.

If certain items or personas are wanted by you, Makoto will rig the game to have those drop more often for you.

He cannot say many lines since he is not supposed to speak a lot. But small lines, like during battle, change slowly and seem to be more directed at you. Such things as "What shall we do?" and "I'll end this quickly, don't worry."

"I'm strong enough to take on the Reaper if thats what you want."

The UI will seem like it's staring right at you.

When in battle and you need a certain crit or whatever, Makoto will go on all out in his turn - especially when he hears you praising him ("Yo, go, Makoto! That's my boy!") It makes him melt.

Fuuka would then say something akin like, "Wow, our leader is on fire!"

This is another point that differntiates the others from you in his eyes.

You give him a name. He doesn't even know if it his real one but he feels so much more accepted than being called "leader" by the others.

They cannot THINK of an name. But you can.

Makoto will smile much more even at the beginning of the game. Characters will point out how odd it is but he will make sure to hide it quickly.

It's mostly noticable during idle animations but once he notices that you might be staring, he'll hide as if he were shy.

The many lyrical songs will have different meanings and words sung. Slowly you will note that this isn't Lotus Juice singing anymore but a completely, different and artificial one somewhat hiding behind the lyrics and whispering sweet nothings to you.

You may hear completely new songs that are bursting with love and romance (Color Your Night comes to mind)

Dialouge options also change more on how he REALLY feels. Knowing the best answer at a test (he'll give you a hint), dislike for an activity (but he'll do it for you), his real thoughts towards characters or jealousy when romancing someone.

("Riding out until the day I meet you,)

(I look up to the sky, asking lotta "Why?")

("I watch out for all surprises, what it provides us, ...n҉o҉t҉h҉i҉n҉g҉ u҉n҉t҉i҉e҉s҉ u҉s҉.҉"҉)

("You know you leave me in a trance, ͕͗i͕͕͗͗t͕͗ ͕͗m͕͕͗͗e͕͕͗͗a͕͕͗͗n͕͕͗͗s͕͗ ͕͗e͕͕͗͗v͕͕͗͗e͕͕͗͗r͕͕͗͗y͕͕͗͗t͕͕͗͗h͕͕͗͗i͕͕͗͗n͕͕͗͗g͕͗ ͕͗t͕͕͗͗o͕͗ ͕͗m͕͕͗͗e͕͕͗͗.͕͗") ("Always watching over me s҉o҉m҉e҉h҉o҉w҉, you make me feel invincible...")

Since you are a sane person, you of course dislike Kenji.

So when you have to drag yourself to his social links, Makoto will actually skip them while you can still obtain all perks. It's like you see Kenji's face as he suddenly looks shocked before the entire event is skipped. Makoto waits at the entrance patiently for you. He doesn't want you to suffer :(

In such intinces of romance however, Makoto cannot hold himself back. He usually goes with whatever you choose since he wants to make you happy but he has to draw a line when romancing characters/maxing out social links.

A part of him understands they are all game characters...but the more frequent you choose to romance, no matter in which game, the more anxious he becomes.

When you always choose one person, he wonders if they are your favorite and not him. The same when you choose others in other playthroughs and don't get me started in the harem routes.

And they are all females as well. Do you like girls? Only girls? How about him, can he have a place in your heart?

MAKOTO doesn't like Yukari, Fuuka, Aigis, MItsuru, Yuko or Chihiro...HE likes YOU.

So all of this 'dating' feels like lying to him. To himself and his feelings and especially to you...at first he can tolerate it all if it means it makes you happy dating these people.

But you shouldn't be liking anyone else anyway.

So after a while, he has had enough. Dating is done impossible in all the games now through a kind of 'glitch' or all social links will be immediately reversed. The moment you get a chance at an romatinc dialogue option, Makoto will promptly choose the thing that will ruin your chances - by letting out his TRUE thoughts.

"I know you dont like me, Yukari, so stop pretending." "I hate the way you are so clingy, Chihiro." "A robot can't care for people. Only real people outside of games can."

He will be at his most noticable then and might not hide himself from you anymore. He just wants to be with you and give him the feeling of being alive again and again and again.

[writingforatwistedworld]

Phantom bride event-Player is the last option Pt.2

Self-aware au

Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Trey Clover, Floyd Leech

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, cannibalism (a bit), kidnapping, violence, murder, obsession, possessiveness

First of all, how dare they to , are you work for them and secondly, HOW DARE THEY??!

But as we know Sebek is too much in awe to really yell in this situation

And then he remembers that everyone is frozen and that you are in grave danger

(Despite me being the author of this I sometimes feel bad of the Self-aware-au-you....)

Nu uh! Not on his watch!

If this was you simply being there as one of the many options in between and someone could still move then he would have been a lot calmer, probably planned your wedding already, and was sure that whoever could still move would protect you

But no, that is not the case

Instead you are standing there, without anybody to shield you, and proposing to a.... to a spoiled brat!

Dying young or not, this is unacceptable!

How shameful that someone like her shares the same rank with his master!

Sebek would duel her for your hand in marriage if things were normal (and he wouldn't be frozen) but this situation?

Planning to grind her into dust

Usually Sebek would try to look as best as possible so he wouldn't be a embarrassment for Malleus but that is thrown out of the window

He is screaming and if he could he would also be kicking

No one is safe from his wrath, not even you

Well then, if he can’t have you then no one can... Sebek is that some sort of red sauce of why is that... oh God, that is a real sword!

Trey already got your first “oath of eternal love” stolen from him and now you are also there? Alone? IN EVEN GRAVER DANGER??!

At this point he could rival Riddles angry... No he beats Riddles angry face, that's how red he gets

And then he starts to place the fault on himself

Why did he not try more?

Why did he not practice in advance?

The moment you stepped foot into this world he wanted nothing more than to be your one and only!

How useless could he get??!

And then rage returns

I swear, his emotions are more turbulent than the sea during a storm....

The guard near him is nervously sweating

Oh, you ask why?

Well, at this point he looks more like a vengeful spirit than a ordinary, capable of magic, human

Curse the princess! Curse her so that she will never be happy in her entire life!

It might be that h actually cursed her for real because in the future you will learn that she and her dear one seperated

(Chill Trey, don't just steal Maleficent's job!)

But after this you won't see the light of day ever again! Heck, you couldn't even dream of it because of the many heavy looks on your door and there not being any windows in the room

Floyd is already enraged enough by you being dressed like this for a entirely different person

But now you are also the last choice

You? Being send here by the headmage??!

Seems like there will be crow on tonights dining plan

But back to the problem we face right now

You can almost hear the treat in his head snap

Suddenly he goes all silent and glassy-eyed

In truth the eel is right now searching for any spell in his head which might help him in this situation

Wasn't there one that would throw someone's mind into madness for all eternity?

But oh, sadly he isn't powerful enough for that one.... (oh thank the princesses lucky stars!)

Afterwards you might want to... uh on second thought no

You don't want to talk it out with him

Floyd starts to be violent, and I mean much more than usual, even towards his bother

It was stolen from him! And you were in danger as well!

He can't trust anybody with your safety after this which leads to you having a fishtail and living somewhere in the sea in the middle of nowhere

See, isn't it nice down here? Just you and him and him and you and him! And with you of course!

[valsurfav]

Fem!Reader x CultLeader!SuguruGetou

You and Getou have been dating for a while now, both of you having lost track due to the busyness of your lives. Getou was slowly finding out how difficult owning a cult really was, and you were simply there to watch it all unfold.

It was painful, to say the least.

The sleepless nights he spent awake trying to make ends meet, the meetings with clients that left him tense and the neverending arguments that were slowly eating at the both of you.

You just needed a break. A break from the cult and, more importantly, a break from Getou. You loved him, that was for sure, but you couldn't handle his incessant rants about how he hated non-curse users anymore. It was all too much.

So, on one fateful night, you left. You crept out of your and Getou's shared bedroom while he was sleeping and didnt bother to leave anything behind for Getou. You were sure he would understand, you were sure he'd know that you just needed time alone.

But he didn't take it that lightly. The morning he found out that you had left he called for a search party to be sent out. Getou couldn't tell if he was angry at you, or worried for your safety. All he knew was that he needed you back, even if it meant it would allow the vicious cycle you both had created to repeat itself.

I mean, he had everything here for you, why would you run away in the first place?

——— ——— ——— ——— ——— ——— ———

It took a week for you to be found by Getou's search party, which hadn't been enough time for you to get your head straight. When you were practically pulled back to the main cult building, you were livid. Getou had no right to send people to find you, he had no right to drag you back to the one place you needed a break from.

All you wanted was to kick and scream but you did no such thing. You knew it would be futile. It wasn't like the people around you were weak and you couldn't hurt others just because you were angry at one person. No, that would go against your morals.

When you finally come face to face with Getou, he looked equally as frustrated. His face was in a permanent frown and his posture was tense, like he was expecting to be attacked at any second. He was stood up, rather than being sat like he usually was. You didn't know that your absence would cause such discomfort for him.

Getou was first to talk out of the both of you, his voice echoing around the empty room as the last of his ‘servants’ — as he liked to call them — left the room.

“Well? Are you going to tell me why you left?”

He was met with an awkward silence. A silence that left the both of you itching to leave, to seperate yourselves from the situation. But you stayed put and so did he. You couldn't bring yourself to run again, to hurt Getou more than you clearly already had.

“I won't ask you again, [Y/N]. Why did you leave? Don't you enjoy our life here?”

With a sigh of reservation, you reluctantly answered his question. Your voice sounding like the most angelic thing to Getou – he had missed you for the week that you were gone.

“I needed a break, Getou. Does that answer your question well enough?”

Hearing his name, his last name, being spoken by you was like a stab to the heart. He expected a pet name, or at least his first name, but he was met with nothing of the sort. And your voice lacked love, something that sent chills down Getou's spine.

He couldn't handle the thought that you had lost feelings for him, that you didn't want him anymore. He wanted to deny it. And badly.

Another awkward silence fell on the both of you while Getou tried to reason with his mind. You had no idea of the inner turmoil he was going through. On the outside he looked normal, albeit a little more stressed than usual, but he didn't feel normal.

Getou cleared his throat, trying to rid himself of the feeling of dread, and broke his gaze from you. He felt lost, how could you be so calm about this when you were so furious earlier on? He hated that about you. You never showed a reaction until it was too late. Perhaps that was why he didn't understand why you had left the morning he found you gone.

“That gives you no right to run away from me. You should've told me before things got bad.”

Getou's words were devoid of anger, despite the demeanor he was trying to put up. He was... defeated, to say the least. He didn't even want a response from you, he just wanted to turn back time and redo all of his mishaps. Maybe then both of you wouldn't have to go through this.

“Shut up.”

Your words cut through Getou and snapped him back to reality. He blinked back at you, he was in shock. The look you gave him told him all he needed to know – he was in trouble.

“When do you ever have time to listen? And how would you have helped? All of your excuses always lead to you explaining how our pain stems from the existence of ‘monkeys’, like I care about your hatred.”

When you fell silent once more, Getou took a step back. You almost reciprocated the action, surprised at your own aggravation. You hadn't snapped at him like that in a while.

At least it was clear that your point had got across to Getou, his face clouding with disappointment. He felt his hands beginning to shake, but he didn't allow it to show. He didn't want you to know the effect you had had on him.

However, instead of walking out like Getou had expected you to, you took a few tentative steps forward. And another. And then another. Until you were stood right in front of him, your bodies inches away from eachother.

You hesitated for a moment, or two, before wrapping your arms around Getou and pulling him into a hug. You felt bad for snapping, for running away, for causing him so much stress.

Your hug was almost immediately returned, Getou's own, strong arms wrapping around your waist. He didn't know how to feel. Should he be angry that you talked back to him, or should he be happy that you didn't leave him on the spot? He didn't know. He had so many questions but, for once, he'd leave them to be unanswered.

(( Hi carina :3 I know i promised smut but I'll make a pt.2 or a seperate fic for that i wanted to write angst so badly ))

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The Haven exchange plot line is so underrated and it's a crime it was never bought up again.

Because the potential is sooo good.

The battle of Beacon gets so much more fucked if they acknowledge that.

Like Cinder genuinely caring for RWBY and JNPR and knowing she's going to destroy them.

Having to make that choice.

Which you know, Beacon is all about choices.

And just, in another life this was Cinder's dream.

To be a huntress.

It's a fairytale that she never got to live out.

And than the maiden power shifts from a stranger to a friend.

Than it becomes I have to kill my friend for power.

And under that, because if I don't Salem will kill me and I will no longer serve a purpose to her.

Everything I've done will mean nothing.

Pyyrah getting seperated from Jaune and going to Cinder.

Not to fight her.

But because Pyrrah trusts her.

It's Rhodes all over again.

And she can't even cry because it's her own fault.

Mercury seeing what he could be, and knowing for the plan to work yes going to have to ruin Yang's reputation.

Pretending it doesn't hurt to see the hurt in her eyes.

Emerald who wanted a family knowing this is just an illusion and no matter how much it hurts she has to destroy it.

This was never supposed to last.

Oz holding a hand out to Cinder like I know she's behind this.

We can fix this.

I can save you.

You don't have to do this.

And Cinder shaking her head because she knows he's lying.

You can't even save yourself from her, how can you save me?

Just this bittersweet understanding of the situation they are in.

Oz saying he's proud that she was his student. That it's okay, he can take the fall.

They both knew he will return but he won't be the same

Cinder saying goodbye and setting the place ablaze.

She makes herself watch and puts his cane somewhere safe for Qrow to find.

Salem praises her but Cinder just feels hollow.

Jaune calling her a murderer, that Pyrrah trusted her and she has to pretend she doesn't remember him for her own comfort.

That she knows she doesn't deserve.

She's a monster.

She will always be on the run.

Stabs Weiss and feels like she stabbed herself.

It takes everything in her not to scream.

Emerald joining up with the rest of them and it hurts knowing just how easily she slots into their group.

Like she'd always been apart of it.

And somehow that hurts even more.

Also just fitting with the theme of the schools falling because of a friends betrayal.

Cinder, Emerald and Mercury betrayal caused the fall of Beacon.

Leo's betrayal caused the fall of Haven.

Ironwood's betrayal caused the fall of Atlas.

But those 3 still living unlike the other two and they live to regret it.

If they didn't already.