#he'd probably cry at any sort of affection

[sharky-the-idiot]

Thought I'd show you guys a lil rococo hc :3

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Having them as best friend's:

Multiple X Reader

Contains: Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Charlie, Lucifer, Vox, Velvette, Rosie, Adam, Lute, and Valentino

ALASTOR

You're gonna have to hear me out with this one: he's down for the gossip 24/7!!!

He will listen and talk shit with you 100% and I'm not arguing on the matter.

Someone says some wack ass shit to you in public? "I beg your fucking pardon?" With like the scariest grin that fucker can muster.

You start talking to someone? He interrogates them! If they're not strong enough to survive one little interrogation with THE Radio Demon, they're not good enough to date you. Sorry not sorry.

The friendship would be violent, but in almost a sibling type relationship. If he said something absolutely out of line, you'd smack him or kick him in the back of his knees. He'd always get payback, whether it was immediately or a few days/weeks later.

You called him a 'radio faced cunt' once in front of everyone and they all mentally started planning your funeral.

Until he clapped back with something equally as interesting.

He only accepted affection from you and Rosie. And Charlie that one time.

If you had a bad day, he'd know immediately by the look on your face and wouldn't let anyone talk to you until he knew exactly what had made one of his two favorite people upset.

He'd kill them if you told him to. Just supportive bestie shit!

Angel Dust

Let's be real, if you're best friends with Angel, you're probably equally as close with Cherri.

But just you and Angel Dust as best friend's? Shit, he's awesome.

Had a bad day? Go to his room and cuddle Fat Nuggets while you cry/rant about the days woes.

Spontaneous sleepovers BECAUSE YOU CAN!

Platonically flirting to the point that everyone thinks you're together. Neither of you deny the claims, just to keep everyone on their toes.

The words 'love you' followed by something like 'slut' or 'bitch' are common occurrences.

When it comes to dating, Angel just wants you to be happy.

But if someone breaks your heart? He'll come out with guns blazing with no hesitation. NO ONE hurts his bestie.

Platonic cuddles because you love his floof.

Would probably form some sort of marriage pact with you for fun one night when you're both wasted. "Yeah, I'd marry you if we're both still single in 100 years, Toots."

Husk

The banter would be unmatched. You call him a furry and he'll clap back with something that makes your jaw drop before you burst out into laughter.

He'd tell you how it is, regardless of whether you asked or not.

Sure, you're his best friend, and he cares about you. . . But it's because he cares about you that he won't sugarcoat something, even if it's not something you wanna hear.

He would listen to your problems, like any good friend.

He wouldn't trust anyone you had romantic interest in, especially since the ones you always went for had some serious issues.

He'd say something like: "Don't cry to me when that bastard breaks your heart."

And you wouldn't cry to him when it happened, but he'd make you a drink and silently take care of the problem once he had one of the other hotel residents hoist you up to your room.

The next morning you'd tell him he was right and he'd smirk as he wiped down the bar, but wouldn't say anything.

He was never good with affection, so he respects your space and you respect his.

He literally always has your back, even if you don't know it. You do.

Charlie

Honestly, you probably grew up together and that's how the two of you became best friends. (But even if you didn't, everything is still the same.)

She's the friend that's too trusting of everyone, so you easily filled the place of being the friend that questioned everyone's intentions.

You even heavily questioned Vaggie's intentions when Charlie insisted on bringing her around after finding her.

You only warmed up to Vaggie when Charlie admitted her feeling for her, to you one late evening. She was a nervous wreck, but you were always the level-headed friend.

Being best friends with the princess of Hell had some lesser known perks — invitations to high class parties, special access at LuLu World, and the most eventful sleepovers known to Hell.

Whenever you mentioned interest in someone, Charlie was the first to push you to go for it.

If it went wrong, she was always there first, telling you it would be completely fine. If it went good, she was the first to congratulate you.

She's 100% the mom friend. Thirsty? Here's something to drink. Cut your finger? "Here's a bandaid, be more careful."

A relationship similar to siblings, bit without any malice or envy. Just happy to be in each other's presence.

She literally documented everything the two of you did, since the very first time you called her your friend. She's not going anywhere.

Lucifer

Yeah, so, everyone thinks you're dating. Even Charlie is a bit suspicious. You're not, but you had been there by his side for as long as he could remember.

When Lilith left, you filled some part of the void, not allowing Lucifer to go hungry when he spent long days in his office.

On his good days, he's absolutely there for all the tea, especially if it's PIPING HOT. "That bitch said WHAT!?"

He has no filter and will unintentionally intentionally hurt someone's feelings when it comes to you.

He protects you as fiercely as he protects Charlie, despite knowing that you're capable of protecting yourself.

The two of you argue like an old married couple, which only fueled the dating rumors. . . Until you mentioned someone you had interest in.

Bro interrogated everyone you ever liked. Can't handle five minutes with the king of Hell? Not good enough for his bestie. Keep it movin' pal.

No one is allowed to call you a bitch, but him. Anyone else tries, they'll be met with absolute SASS.

Not even joking, Lucifer would be so sassy towards people, to the point that you picked it up.

So the two of you just went around unintentionally terrorizing demons!

Vox

You hate someone? Bet. He'll have someone spy on them and give you the real tea.

Brings you as the plus one for many major events, but bullies you the entire time. You thought you'd get five minutes of peace on your best friends arm? WRONG!

Literally throws toddler meltdown style temper tantrums when it comes to Alastor. You're usually the one who has to reboot him or just smack some sense into him.

You're both pretty level-headed most of the time, but one of you probably has a couple of screws loose. (It's definitely him.)

No one is good enough to date you. Not sorry.

If anyone looks at you wrong, they've signed their second death to double Hell.

You and Vox talk shit about everyone, especially if you've had a hard day.

If it was bad enough, he'd offer to kill the demon who dared make your day shit. He'd still listen to you though.

"Fuck that. You're not going alone." And then you have to wait 15 minutes for him to look 'good enough' to go out, even if you were powerful and just wanted to go on little walk down the street.

Body doubling. Different tasks, silence, but the comfort of having someone else in the room. Absolutely.

Velvette

She likes you slightly more than Vox and Valentino, which is fabulous.

Weekly designated sleepover nights where the both of you unload from the week.

Someone is rude to you? Cue Vel lecturing them on how they fucked up and their career is over, but make it musical.

You went on a date with someone and didn't tell her? "I want details, Lovey! Are they an overlord too? Tell. Me. Everything."

Prepare for Hell's greatest gossip sessions, especially around the topic of Hell's cutthroat fashion industry.

She might not seem like it, but she's a good listener.

You're leaving the tower to run a small errand? Surprise Surprise, she's coming with you and turning it into a whole day, complete with lunch and shopping!

She uses you as a model sometimes, purely because she can.

Will call you a sweet name and insult you in the same breath.

Gets worried if you don't text back within five minutes. She will literally show up to make sure you're alive. You're probably taking a nap.

Rosie

Literally the best to spend the day with. She loves walking with you or just having tea.

Much like Alastor, she would be down for the gossip, but she wouldn't go very far with it.

In terms of relationships, she'd want you to be happy, but would also threaten to eat your partner if they hurt you.

She'd be such a good listener when you came to talk about your day.

She'd even offer advice and just casually drop something like: "Listen to your intuition, darling. It'll tell you others intentions."

At some point or another, everyone questions whether you're dating or not, which both of you laugh at frequently.

She enjoys her privacy, but she also would love having you around more than others.

She would love giving platonic affection, just to make you feel loved.

Sometimes Alastor pops up and Rosie gushes about how the two of you would get along — and immediately you're just thinking how this trio would be iconic.

She doesn't care about your past, you don't care that she's a Cannibal. . . Well, she cares, but she would NEVER hold it against you!

Adam

He literally goes out of his way to piss you off.

There's a lot of threatening and him calling you stuff like 'Sugar Tits'.

Adam annoys you to the point of you WANTING to just jump to Hell, but you never do, because he's your best friend, and you wouldn't want to emotionally traumatize him by making him think that he lost his best friend to Lucifer, AFTER losing his wives to him.

He says "Suck my dick, Bitch" AT LEAST A DOZEN TIMES A DAY. It irritates you to no end.

The banter is unmatched. He wants to get sassy? You're the SASS MASTER.

You pushed him down the stairs for fun and he didn't talk to you for two days.

He doesn't give a fuck who you date, but if they hurt you, he's taking care of them and not telling you SHIT to avoid all of that mushy feelings crap.

The two of you argue too much for anyone to think you're together.

There's NEVER a moment of silence when you're out. He's always singing, talking, laughing, or mimicking the sound of some instrument.

Lute

She's annoyed 24/7 and you're one of the two main causes.

But she wouldn't replace you because who else would put up with her attitude and listen to her rants like you?

If you had a hard day, she'd probably make some offhand comment and then subtly try to make it better by like getting you ice cream with rainbow sprinkles or something.

She hates physical touch, so the only time she touches you is to smack you, probably for saying something very Adam-ish. "Say that shit again and it'll be worse."

She hates everyone you have romantic interest in, but let's you learn your own lessons the hard way.

Nobody could ever picture the two of you as friends, let alone dating.

She's like the sister that has it all but claims she's the black sheep of the family.

Her job comes before everything else in her life, that including you, but when she has time for you, there's usually food and shit talking involved.

She makes sure you drink water every day. She'd kick your ass if you passed out because of dehydration.

She'd give you the key to her place, but you'd never use it unless she told you to. (Like in the event she forgot her set or something)

(I've reached the 10 media limit, so just imagine a gif right here)

Valentino

He offers you a job almost weekly. You hold off on kicking his ass every single time because that's your best friend.

Derives great pleasure from pissing you off.

You don't agree with the manner he treats his employees, so you undermine him every chance you get, just to make sure they get the best treatment possible.

It pisses him off to no end, but he let's it go. He wouldn't hurt you. He couldn't, not without a whole bunch of backlash from quite literally everyone.

Whenever you start liking someone, he warns you to be careful because he knows the industry. He is the industry.

He's gossip central. Talks super exaggerated with his hands and his voice changes whenever he remembers another detail.

He's a touchy feller, that much is evident. He's always touching you in some way, but it's not sexual/romantic or violent, it's more reassurance for both of you. It's a safe middle ground.

You have to leave for some reason? "The limo will take you, but don't touch anything."

He throws tantrums on the regular and you've learned to just let them go on until he eventually shuts the fuck up and let's you speak.

He'll call you a slut and then ask if you want to get food. It's extremely clear that you're not dating lmao.

A/N: I hope this is okay! I've never written for a bunch of these characters, as I just stared writing Hazbin stuff last week, and even then, it was a small Vox one-shot and a Lucifer one-shot.

Requests are open, if anyone would wanna request something for one of these characters? I'd pull through to the best of my ability.

Part Two

[just-null-cult]

YO, SUPER LATE SUPER LONG SUPER MESSY OCTOBER POST THAT I JUST SHOVED EVERYTHING INTO BC I DIDN'T WANT TO DO MULTIPLE. FUCK IT.

I forgot halfway that these were supposed to be costumes and not mini aus... SO REMEMBER IN MY PLACE, EVERYTHING IS HYPOTHETICAL. also. some have a bit of yandere elements to them bc its SO FITTING FOR NORITOSHI.

Happy late October, everyone. it's winter now. Let's get it, baby.

[Long rambles and doodles under the cut!]

Vampire!

I kept asking myself, "How sexy is too sexy.." and "How the fuck does a sexy vampire even look like without it being a shirtless guy w fangs or Edward Cullen....." I think I figured it out

Sure, sure, vampires are superhumans with sun allergies that can drink blood really hotly. They can also easily overpower you to feast and blah blah blah, but what if said vampire (Noritoshi) was too weak to do any of that? Not literally, but he craves your say. He wants not only your blood but your affection. He wants to get praised as he drinks you in. Are you comfortable? How much will you allow him to take? Do you want to get him back in return? Guidance with this makes him feel more at ease. It's still Noritoshi at the end of the day. He's going to find a way to be a little awkward about you because of his crush. He refuses to drink from anyone other than you, even if it causes his death. Therefore, he has to keep you healthy! For the rest of your lives..! Besides, he can't really go outside or else he'd.. y'know. So if you think about it, this is a very beneficial relationship for both of you!!

The only downside is that you're losing blood on the regular, and for some reason, more people are moving away... Probably nothing, right? Noritoshi is always there to keep you company and help you recover anyways.

Witch!

my attempts also bled into the witch design.... you got greedy with requesting two in one ask, but I'll spoil you this time bc I also wanted to see Noritoshi as a (sexy) vampire and witch. heh. AND I DIDNT REALIZE HED BE SO CUTE AS A WITCH..... WHAT THE FUCK?? rip momo, fight for your title of cute witch...

Noritoshi strikes me as one of those witches who'd rather be left to their own devices because they're running some important magic whatever in the background. though, he'll take some breaks and indulge you if you insist on having him around. Insist meaning you pass by and strike conversation, leaving him to neglect anything and everything to prioritize his time with you. He doesn't want to use magic on you unless it's beneficial for either you or both. Noritoshi likes a natural progression with you that he knows for a fact is true and not some product of some spell. Though it doesn't mean he wouldn't use charms and such to get you to interact with him more often to speed up the process!

Can't sleep? He has a remedy perfect for that! Bad luck? Oh no, take a charm. Nerves? A potion he perfected will help you ease your jitters. Annoying peers? With a snap of Noritoshi's fingers, they're gone! Just don't ask what happened. Enjoy yourself instead and come to him with any new issue. He's quick to resolve it.

Definitely has some sort of doll that looks suspiciously like you.. Noritoshi would probably talk to it and practice one liners that give you the strongest sense of nostalgia once he uses them. He's simultaneously giddy that the charm he put in the doll works but also a little annoyed that his hard work isn't surprising you, but leaving you with deja vu.

Idol!

i was crying the entire time bc what does an idol look like.... noritoshi is handsome enough to be an idol without actually being an idol... now i can confirm that idols are very well dressed though. thumbs up 100% but i had some thoughts...

[Idol]

Noritoshi would be the type to cherish his fans, but hold clear favoritism over you. he'd be those idols that look cold, but they talk, and they sound smug in a charming way. i don't know much about idols, but i know he'd be so fucking good.... he'd be the type of guy to sing to you amongst the hundreds in the crowd.... ahhh the interviews w these famous aus. they're just talking and acting like themselves. can you imagine Noritoshi getting asked the question if he has a lover or not? he can lie, im sure you're alright with that, but he doesn't want to!! he does have someone!!! someone he loves more than all his fans love for him combined!!! he just can't say it for the sake of your privacy and his career. so Noritoshi does what any charming guy who's good with their words does. he deflects the question. answering the question, but not really, that'd be something he's known for. fans online are split on why Noritoshi does this. some think he's trying to keep that side of his life private, others think he's trying to mess around, and others think he's hiding a secret lover!!! though the last one is usually seen as the outlandish one, sometimes it makes Noritoshi's heart drop bc they get some things right. "Having a lover is a complicated question hidden behind a simple disguise. If I had to answer, I'd say my lovers are my audience. they make sure i'm well cared for, some more than others." AND HIS FUCKING LITTLE SMIRK I CANT COUGHS UP BLOOD. IM A THEORIST TOO. SECRET LOVER. 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

ON THE FLIP SIDE....

[Not an Idol]

An amusing thought where Noritoshi goes out in his casual clothes, and he's mistaken for an idol. No one knows who he is, but he just looks like he'd be one. bro's just trying to buy groceries, and now he has a fan group asking him to take pictures with them.. He'd tell them that he's just a guy, not an idol, but the group would still want a picture with him. it'd be a waste to pass by someone who's so naturally gorgeous, so with a sigh of defeat, he relents. It's just a photo, right? No harm done. Noritoshi'd go home and feel overwhelmed/embarrassed by the whole ordeal. later, he gets a call from someone in the kyoto group or you to inform him how he's all over social media, known as that handsome guy in the supermarket. HED BE COMPLETELY UNREACHABLE TO MEDIA OUTLETS BC NORITOSHI IS THAT GUY WHO DOESNT HAVE SOCIAL MEDIA.... he'd have to make one to make sure no one pretends to be him online. "Hello, I don't use social media, but I've been informed I've been getting attention online. To prevent anyone from being fooled by an impersonator, this is my official and only account. thank you." P.R. STATEMENT WRITING ASS.. his single post gets flooded with likes, comments, and DMs. it almost blows up his phone..... he was just buying bread, dude...... people try to dig up and find him through the other Kyoto group's social media.

[bonus] my second in command requested to put him in a fem idol outfit bc he thought it was funny. after frothing at the mouth and coughing out blood, I complied.

Doctor!

THIS IS SUCH A STRAIGHT FORWARD ASK BUT IT HAS SO MANY IMPLICATIONS. MY BELOVED CULT MEMBER.. THOSE EMOJIS GIVE ME A DIFFERENT IMPRESSION BUT IM NOT SURE.

Noritoshi as a doctor...... apple sales would plummet. his little clinic's business would skyrocket. sick cases would peak in his area. getting your heart checked by his stethoscope would be so fucking embarrassing bc all he'd hear is THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP

LIKE IMAGINE IF THAT WAS YOUR DOCTOR? BRO.

COUGH COUGH HACK WHEEZE COUGH COUGH.

Noritoshi would probably own a small clinic that he wants to expand. That or he opened one after working for a hospital for a while. He's a great doctor who's most likely respected but a pain in the ass to work with. Among patients, he's gotten the hot doctor reputation. Most want to be treated by him, but he's so professional, any chance of trying to flirt goes down the drain. Yeah, he puts his hair up to avoid it in his face even though his eyes are closed classic lab safety procedures. He seems like the type to have a soothing but authoritative voice during examination, so he gets his message across. it's a bit difficult when dealing with patients for Noritoshi. If he sees them too often, he firstly scolds you for not taking care of yourself, then feels guilty for not giving you the proper care. Keep yourself safe and healthy, or else Noritoshi will clearly :( Putting him in a yandere setting would be dangerous. He'd have a lot of control over you, considering he can prescribe medication, shots, visits, and other things.... he'd have a ball.... nothing that would cause you any harm, of course. he's only looking out for you and doing what's best for you..!

Pirate!

my second in command wanted a pirate. pirates are so fucking cool and i know damn well if this guy were a pirate he'd have a bunch of battle scars under that fancy coat.

Noritoshi as a pirate would be more than a little odd, but also fitting. He looks like the type of guy who'd be well put together, yet he's willing to get his hands dirty. Like the guy who got into the pirate life because of some personal issue that couldn't be solved fast enough through conventional means. Even as a pirate, i imagine he holds everyone to high standards. They're still pirates though.. so his expected standards aren't even that high. He has more freedom here, so even he himself lets loose once or twice. Especially with you. He's even able to get away with more violent actions for you, the seas are unpredictable, after all. While taking some treasure, Noritoshi'd toss you a gem or golden coin, just so you can say you were the first to claim it. Just so he can see that happy glint in your eyes when getting your hands on treasure. God forbid anyone try to get their hands on your hard earned goods. They'd be met with a bullet to the foot or a sword at their neck. Everyone and their mother knows how you're his favorite, but Noritoshi downplays it. Its not a crime to help out someone from his crew is it? Not in the seven seas. He leans more into his cold ruthless killer side here. He has goals and people to help keep in line whether hes captain or not. Yet when around you, he's almost adorable in how he shows you a pearl so entrancing that it reminded him of you.

Corpse Bride!

my submission to my Noritoshi Halloween costume closet.. CORPSE BRIDE, THIS MOVIE FUCKS. esp w the yandere elements.

Noritoshi 100% made you recite the wedding vows to him before accepting the ring. If you fumbled up, he'd correct you with SO much attitude and expect you to start from the top until you got it perfectly.

Hypothetically, in the chalice scene towards the end..

Noritoshi is the type to never be fully relaxed unless he knows for sure you'll be eternally his. In this scenario, YOU proposed to HIM but have to die to continue being together. Not only that, but someone in the living world is also after your heart. Someone who bleeds. Someone who's the obvious choice. Someone who can give you the life that you deserve. Someone who will succeed in their pursuits if you. remain. alive. Noritoshi's life was cut short, yet he still managed to lose so much and be abandoned a considerable amount of times. When he meets you and finds out about the possibility of having to go through that again even in death, it finally clicks in his rotting mind. He realizes he's been doing something wrong to keep constantly failing. Noritoshi revises his methods to a more.. selfish course. Why should he care about anyone else's wants or how his actions hurt them? You were the only one who made him truly fulfilled, to make him feel alive. The only one who deserves anything and everything good that comes from this world. Destiny is never done toying with him when he realizes your marriage is invalid because of your pulse and his lack thereof no matter how hard he'd try, but the opportunity arises. of course, he's ecstatic to give you an afterlife worth much more than what a silly beating heart can achieve. "All people die eventually. If you miss your living family or friends, all it takes is patience, darling. I'll wait by your side in the meantime." He weighs the pros and cons of everything, but when it comes to swaying manipulating your thoughts he only highlights the ones that'll get you on his side. in this case, the pros of dying to be with him! Honestly, the answer was so obvious that Noritoshi didn't know why he was stressing about it before. It hurts him to see you in any type of pain, but he reassures both himself and you that it'll only be for a moment. Afterward, he'll have the rest of your afterlives to make it up to you!! What happened to Till Death Do Us Part? Noritoshi thinks it's insulting that something as shallow as that could be so widely accepted. If your love were true, it wouldn't stop just because the world decided to take them away. "Till death do us part? Darling, don't be silly. 'Not even death will do us part' feels much better, doesn't it?" 

[vvh1sk3y]

Could you write some reader relationship headcanons with Ghost? Thank you

yes! i wrote some "fluffy headcanons" you can see them here if you already haven't :) i will sort of reiterate some stuff from there in this.

character(s): simon "ghost" riley, gen!reader

warning(s): nothing!

simon will literally ask you in the most deadpan voice to cuddle, play with his hair, whatever. he gets shy asking you for affection and tries to play it off by acting tough :,) (after a few drinks though, he's not shy to ask)

his pet names for you are darling, sweetheart, my love.

once you called him "my baby" and simon nearly broke down crying, he just loves you, like, a lot.

getting him to laugh is a challenge, but hearing you laugh at one of his corny jokes, tickling him, or kissing him all over his face, may just do the trick.

simon lives by the "those you know can hurt you the most" mentality and trusts very few people, he was even reluctant to even stay with you at one point in time, but you are one of the only people he is truly himself with and trusts. he's open about his past with you (for the most part) and tries to be honest about how he is feeling.

you are really the only family he has, and he values you more than life itself. you are his rock and he knows you would never leave him, but deep down it is still his biggest fear.

simon can have a short temper at times and he'll have quick moments of anger or be super irritable at times. he keeps his distance sometimes when he's this way, as he doesn't want to upset or possibly hurt you.

he wants to buy a nice house far away from everyone in a super rural area so you and him can just be alone together.

if you ever go out together for any reason, he's always holding your hand. if you're shopping together, he'll grab what he needs to get and immediately hold your hand again.

simon hates when anyone "looks at you funny" as he calls it. he has to fight the urge to punch whoever it is in the face.

his ideal date is either takeout at home and a movie, or a hike in the mountains or in the woods.

the only thing simon will try to keep secret from you is his love of super cutesy stuff. he will listen to totally random cutesy japanese music and if you ever found out, he'd probably just leave the country tbh. (basically him.)

simon found one of your old stuffed bears while going through your shared closet. he found it absolutely adorable and would sometimes go find it just to admire it while you were gone. he very subtly suggested you put it on your dresser instead of just leaving it to sit in the closet. now it sits on your dresser and when you're around simon will grab it and give it a quick little squeeze and put it back down. (you 100% know he's doing this because "why is my bear in a totally different position than it was an hour ago?")

[writeshite]

How would Thor/Homelander/Soldier boy react to them accidently hurting (emotionally or physically) their bf?

Thor:

Probably the only one here with some emotional intelligence, and yeah, he used to be arrogant, but he's a sweetheart, an absolute angel. Thor is most likely very in tune with how you convey emotions, I mean he worships the ground you walk on.

If he hurts you physically, and you end up scared of him, I can see two things that could happen, he either distances himself from you for a while to work through the mental breakdown that probably hits him. Second option is he hovers; I mean, the man can summon thunder and control lightning - regardless of what species you are (Kree, Human, Asgardian, Elf, Skrull, etc.) - he's gonna be concerned cause I mean, he could maybe indirectly stop your heart, or crush your internal organs, or just hurt you brutally and painfully in any other way.

If he hurts you emotionally, he's groveling; he's doing everything in his power to show how sorry he is and how much he loves you. He'll probably ask you what you want, if you want distance he'll give it to you, he'll stay away until you call back and hopes it doesn't lead to a breakup.

Homelander:

Like father like son, I guess. Sort of. I think with all the time he's spent around people and getting high of approval, he at least has some sort of knowledge on emotions, but not like in a healthy normal way, more in a 'I've been around people crying and whining before I know enough to be able to speedrun the crying stage and get to the forgiveness part' if that makes sense.

Also, I feel like it would also depend on how your relationship is; if you and Homelander have a genuine thing going on, then he'd probably put in effort cause he doesn't want to lose the only source of actual genuine affection in his life. So you'd probably get an apology, some gifts, anything Homelander thinks will get him back in your good graces. And then cuddles.

If your relationship is a fling of some kind or fake relationship to hype the masses with no romantic feelings of any kind involved on his end, then you ain't getting no apology honey 💀, because I mean, he likes to embarrass people who he perceives have wronged him, so even if he's the one at fault for hurting you physically or mentally, it'll somehow become your fault, so he'll probably bring the fight out into the public, use Vought to paint you as the one in the wrong, if you don't want that to happen then you should apologize, you're the one who's wrong here.

Soldier Boy:

I love Ben, I do, but I know this man has like the emotional bandwidth of a rock like he's probably still trying to process being attracted to not only women while also trying to unpack his goofy ass douchebaggery.

I don't think Ben would notice at first if he hurt you emotionally, or if he does, he'd probably think you'd get over it and then be shocked if/when you don't. He'd feel bad and experience the wonderful world of guilt.

If he hurt you physically, he'd notice a lot quicker, and probably feel worse, I feel like he's the kind of guy who takes physical injuries/pain more seriously than emotional and mental.

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic Yan! Mauga x gn!reader concept

I'D LOVE TO. He comes out on my birthday so this is a bit special for me/hj. Hope you enjoy my take on him! Here's me pouring general thoughts down ^^ (Love you for your Overwatch requests, istg).

If it sounds like I'm self-indulgent, I probably am, my bad.

Yandere! Mauga Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Abuse of power, Kidnapping, Murder/Death, Threats, Intimidation, Violence, Possessive, Restraints, Dehumanization mentioned, Sadism, Forced relationship.

I feel like there's a lot of scary things about Mauga.

First of all, he's huge.

He's been augmented from a near death experience to be huge and powerful.

His name even means "mountain".

Then there's the fact he takes joy in doing what he does... literal murder for Talon.

He even is oddly chipper/chill with his language.

Even when threatening others he sounds so... excited? Friendly?

He seems so nice to be around... but he's still a murderer.

He'd act the same with you.

Mauga calls everyone "friend".

If he met you he'd immediately be overly friendly.

He'd call you friendly terms, like "friend", "buddy", and "pal".

But if he felt flirty he'd probably call you by some sort of nickname.

I'm not sure what he'd call you exactly but maybe "Teuila"? It's the national flower of Samoa (from what I saw)

He could also call you the classic nicknames such as "babe", "baby", "dear", "doll", etc.

It's just "Teuila" seems more unique to him.

Mauga is another one who likes the size difference between you.

It serves as a good way to intimidate you and he likes it.

Mauga is a sadistic sociopath who doesn't appear affected by the crimes he commits.

In fact he depicts himself as "carefree".

Mauga could be the type to slaughter innocents then look at you with a big grin.

He doesn't mind if you fear him.

He'd part of Talon... he loves the fear.

He knows he's a bad person and doesn't mind.

His apathy towards the life of others is what makes him terrifying.

He only really cares about you, his little Teuila.

If I'm correct, Mauga canonically has sharp teeth.

Which means he would certainly bite you.

He may also like to hold/manhandle you a bit.

He likes the power and size he has over you.

Oh, fighting him a bit?

How do you like being pinned to a wall?

In his obsession he is naturally rough.

Mauga likes to have everyone know you're his.

No one should touch you unless they want a Talon agent breathing down their neck.

You could be a civilian or a fellow member of Talon.

Doesn't matter to him.

He plans to keep you all the same.

Would take you to bars when he could find them.

He sees it as a way to bond, probably.

Mauga could isolate you, yet showing you off can be quite exciting.

A silent challenge for others to take what's his... so he can have an excuse to break their bones, most likely.

He isn't one for "messing with your mind" manipulation.

More like... brute force.

He doesn't want to intentionally hurt you.

It's mostly just enough to show his mark on you, not to break anything.

He knows you're fragile.

If you tried to escape this mountain of a man... good luck.

He found Baptiste with ease when he left Talon.

He can find you.

He'll hunt you down and pick you from wherever you plan on staying.

He deserves to have you in his eyes.

You may cry or scream, but any hit against hist chest just makes him chuckle.

Your hits tickle him... he finds it adorable.

His "Cage Fight" ability implies chains.

This is just being clever, but imagine as punishment he chains you to him?

Now you can't run... he'll just drag you.

If anything you begin to look like a pet to members of Talon.

But they allow it.

They don't need Mauga becoming a problem.

Obviously he is quite possessive.

Loves your touch, your warmth, in a weird way your smell.

He may mark you but tries to treat you as delicately as a flower.

Like the nickname he affectionately calls you....

Mauga doesn't care if you miss your family when he drags you back to him.

He feels things would be better if you forget them.

He may end up doing something bad if you don't... wouldn't want that now, would we?

Overall, Mauga is a powerful and possessive man.

He is unfazed by what he does to obtain you... even when it includes others losing their lives for helping you leave him.

Mauga loves the challenge... even finds it exciting.

[tomumess]

Encounter

(basically the mall scene, but with you instead of Izuku; wc 1.8k)

Tomura kicks a random rock on the pavement, wondering what the hell Stain has that he doesn't. Why is everyone so obsessed with the Hero Killer, who's nothing but a psycho dressed in rags?

He sees the mall, resisting the urge to scratch his neck until it bleeds, already getting overwhelmed at seeing this heap of trash mobs, all giggling and smiling like they didn't have a care in the world. Tomura looked around the crowd, feeling sick to his stomach, before his eyes widened as he spotted a somewhat familiar face.

"A brat from UA…" he muttered, feeling his breath hitch at seeing the girl just standing there, spacing out like a moron. He remembered her, he saw her while watching that shitshow of a sport's festival. He was manifesting that your tits spilled out of your hero suit during the last match, but unfortunately for his desperate ass, that never happened.

He decided to take a risk, and have a talk with her. He needed a way to vent out his frustrations. "Someone from UA, nice…" he said in the most casual way he could muster, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while his hand immediately reached from your throat. You froze, feeling his long slender fingers grip your neck, leaving one slightly above your skin. "Excuse me, could you just-" you began, just to be promptly interrupted by Tomura.

"Calm down and wipe that look of your face." he whispered, his raspy voice making your pussy clench involuntary, his breath against your face made your skin crawl with both fear and arousal. But as he moved even closer, you immediately recognized who this person was - it was him. Tomura fucking Shigaraki.

Tomura noticed you realized who he was, grinning madly as he continued whispering into your ear, his earlier irritation melting into arrogance at making someone terrified in a matter of seconds. "I think we should have a conversation is all… A friendly chat." he spoke, the smugness practically dripping from his tone, his cock twitching in his trousers from your scared look, leaning closer to take a good whiff of your perfume, giggling to himself like a lunatic.

To any onlookers, the two if you seemed like a shameless couple engaging in some sort of public display of… affection?? Maybe it was some sort of humiliation kink? No one knew, and they sure as hell won't find out, passing by you without a second glance…

You were screaming internally, feeling your heart pound and breath become ragged the more he spoke, his threats of disintegrating you if you try to run or fight him sounding like a jumbled mess of words, unable to think straight from fear, and the rough hand gripping your throat certainly didn't help in calming you down.

Tomura noticed that you barely processed any of his words, sighing as he began to drag you to a nearby bench. "Don't struggle now. Unless you want to die." he chuckled, knowing that a weak bitch like you will probably start crying any time soon.

Oh how he'd love to just fuck you right in front of every single imbecile in the mall, but he wasn't that stupid and desperate...right? He wasn't going to risk getting caught, and especially not while ruining this pathetic virgin's pussy. Tomura sat down on the bench, pulling you on his lap as he gripped your throat again, making you lean your head in the crook of his neck..

"It's quite pathetic that you didn't try to fight me." he began, absentmindedly stroking your hair with his other hand, not sure to feel about how soft your hair was. "From the looks of it, you'll have a better future as a piece of fuckmeat than a hero. I mean, look at you." he sneered, grinning madly at your trembling body against his lap, and when you tried to get some semblance of dignity and get off of his lap, you grazed across his erection, causing him to buck his hips onto yours.

"Oh I see… Might as well use you while I'm at it." one of his hands moved to lift you up, just enough for him to pull his trousers down a bit, before pulling you back down on him, grinding his aching cock against your clothed pussy.

You yelped, holding onto his shoulders while trying to look if anyone noticed, but Tomura pulled your hair forcefully, making you look at his piercing red eyes, full of sick amusement. "This is hilarious! You didn't even try to push me off. Instead, you're looking to see if any of these randoms will see me using you as my fleshlight." he snickered, taking a few seconds to laugh it out, before using his quirk to disintegrate your panties underneath your skirt, spitting on his fingers as he went to rub your clit roughly, causing you to squirm.

"Stop moving, I know girls like this shit." he grinned, wondering why the hell hasn't he done something like this before. Rubbing your clit wasn't all that interesting to him, and it's not like he gave a fuck if you liked this or not. He grumbled as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, before putting a hand to your mouth.

"Spit on it." he said with with a crazed expression, licking his lips subconsciously as you obeyed, rubbing your spit all over his cock, before looking around for a moment, and when he realized no one was paying any attention, he slammed into your tight heat, the obscure sight hidden beneath your skirt… But to anyone who wasn't completely braindead wouldn't take more than a few seconds to realize what was going on.

Tomura didn't give a shit, shoving your virgin pussy up and down on his cock, panting and groaning at the feeling of your hot walls squeezing around his cock. "You like being fucked by someone as gross as me?" he asked mockingly between deep breaths, his thrusts paired with his maniacal facial expressions making you shiver, but you could feel the pain from his rough entrance slowly turn into pleasure.

Your mind was already a mess, but from the moment he began fucking you, all the rational thoughts disappeared, making your brain go into overdrive from the way his fingers dug into your hips, leaving bruises behind as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. Tomura paused for a moment as a group of mall security guards walked over, causing you to whimper at the loss of friction, making him look ecstatic that you were finally giving in.

"My little slut begging for more of my cock." he said patronizingly, caressing your cheek with his calloused hand, his red eyes boring into yours, drinking every bit of fear and arousal, his other hand giving your tits a few squeezes.

"Not impressive, but your pussy sure is." he sneered, positioning his hands on your hips once again, wanting to fill your pathetic womb with his seed. Tomura slammed you back onto his cock, letting out a choked up laugh. You could feel his hands gripping your hips, his face twisted into a shit-eating grin as he used you as a fucktoy.

"Hah… I bet you want your friends to see you getting fucked like a whore." he mocked, giving your ass a hard squeeze. You couldn't think straight anymore, the thought of being seen like this was the last thing on your mind. Your fucked-out mind could only register how Tomura's cock pounded into you, his scent making you feel disgusted, causing your walls to tighten around him making him groan loudly.

"You're killing me here…" he growled out, biting his lip so hard it almost drew blood. "I can feel you tightening around my dick. Fucking bitch." he dug his fingers into the plush of your ass, making you cry out in pain. But that only made Tomura want to fuck you harder, but his virgin cock didn't let him - he bit your shoulder to muffle out his curses and moans, filling you up with his seed.

He lifted your skirt, seeing where his cock entered your aching pussy, breaking into a fit of crazed giggles. He snapped a few pics, before shoving you beside him as he fixed up his trousers, unable to wipe the satisfaction from his face.

You could barely feel your legs, fixing up your skirt with trembling hands, trying to ignore the fluids dripping down your legs as you struggled to move. "Oh I'm glad we had this chat." Tomura said as his hand gripped your throat once again, harder than ever before, as you tried to pry it off with your own hands.

He just kept grinning, unable to believe his luck at finally fucking someone, even if it was in the middle of the mall! And the fact it was a UA student made him laugh again. "I feel better. I can't thank you enough." he continued applying more pressure on your throat, his words being so simple, yet so chilling at the same time.

"You could say your pussy saved lives today. That fucking Stain was making my blood boil, but a whore like you definitely has a use for something."

Your eyes began to water and drool pooled around your mouth as Tomura continued choking you, and you already made peace with the fact this might be your last moment, until…

A familiar voice caused your eyes to widen further.

"Um (Y/N)?" Uraraka said hesitantly. "Is this a friend of yours or —" her expression quickly turned into worry, seeing the tears in your eyes and the stranger's hand wrapped around your neck.

"Hey…let go of her." Uraraka said, her voice trembling with fear. "This is nothing, everything is fine!" you said quickly, panicking at the thought of Shigaraki doing something to Uraraka. But he quickly let you go, causing you to cough violently after the long choking you endured.

Tomura put on his best fake smile, raising his hands as a way to calm the worried girl. "Oh you were here with a friend? Sorry about that." he got up, before turning around and giving you a smug, but threatening look. "If you try following me, I'll get angry." he whispered, walking away without a second glance.

Uraraka ran towards you, and you rubbed your throat, mustering the strength to speak up. "Shigaraki… You won't get away with this."

Uraraka tensed up, looking shocked at the revelation but Tomura just grinned, speaking to you without turning back. "Here's a little word of advice slut. Be careful. The next time we meet I'll likely have to kill you."

With that, he disappeared into the crowd, walking towards the exit, leaving you to debate whether or not to confess to Uraraka just how much of a sick and twisted individual Tomura Shigaraki really is.

[peterparkouryo]

rebound | ✧.*

✧.*

prompt; You and Peter have been dating for a few months, but you noticed he's been distant and you finally find out why.

warnings: def sadness, angst, w/ maybe a few swear words, and a break up

word count: 3k

part two

You couldn't say you didn't notice your boyfriend's sudden distance from you. Well, it wasn't sudden, sudden but it definitely was out of nowhere. For the past month or so, Peter barely was able to have a full conversation with you, let alone show you the sweet, kind and affection side of him that you always adored.

It all started when you two were at lunch and the brown haired boy's attention would always wander away from your stories about literally anything and everything. You thought maybe it was your stories that probably was boring to listen to, but when you asked he assured you that he was just tired and tried to pay attention only to gaze at the end of the table where one of your classmates, Michelle sat. At first you thought nothing of it.

The second time was when things really started taking a turn. It was the day before your exam that you've been dreading since you found out about it and guess who was supposed to help you, but didn't show up. Yup, that's right Peter. The next day he apologized and said he got caught up in his Stark Internship, which you knew was a lie. And again, you thought nothing of it and decided to let things slide.

The third and final time was the worst of the worst. By now, Peter has made it pretty clear he wants nothing to do with you and to say it hurt was an honest understatement. 

You didn't understand why that was, you've been nothing but the best girlfriend you could be and it was him that had a crush on you for sometime, him that asked you out, and him to initiate the first kiss. So the problem? You have no idea what the problem was.

Anyway, today was your birthday, yes your birthday was today and you were fully expecting that maybe Peter would take a break from his weird behaviour just to be with you to celebrate your day. But boy, you truly were asking for a lot from the same boy who barley spared you a glance and whenever you would attempt to have a conversation with him, he'd keep it small.

You sighed to yourself, looking in the long mirror attached to your door, fixing your hair and smoothing out your dress that your mom had bought you a few days prior.

It was a simple look sure, but you never really went all out on your birthday, especially this once since your so called "boyfriend" didn't even bother to call or text you a happy birthday.

You blink back the tears at that thought, opening your bedroom door to make your way into the kitchen where your mother was baking you a delicious vanilla one layered cake.

"Hey, mom." You greeted her with a weak smile.

"Hey, my sweet birthday girl!" She greeted back with a cheery voice, turning to glance at you for a split second before turning back to mix the batter of the cake.

Your mother was your pride and joy, she was the one you could tell all your problems to, the one to let you cry on her shoulder, and she was the strongest single mother you knew.

"That cake smells really good." You tell her, taking in the sweet baked goods ingredients that met your nostrils. 

"Why, thank you." Your mother said, probably smiling to herself at your compliment.

You weren't having any sort of party, because one, that wasn't your thing, and two you barley had friends that were more than two. So, it was pointless to have a party with so little friends and the rest of your family lives far from New York City. You'd much rather eat cake while watching your favourite show, or if it was an easy task, eat cake and watch your favourite show with your boyfriend, but it obviously wasn't.

"So, what do you want to do today?" You hear her ask, breaking you from your train of thoughts.

"We could go to delmar's, get a sandwich or go shopping." You suggested with a shrug, holding yourself due to the coolness of the kitchen, maybe it was because the window was open or you just always had weird chills when entering the kitchen.

"Why not do both?!" Your mother exclaimed, pouring the finished cake batter into the baking pan, then finally putting it in the oven, setting the stove to the required degrees.

You shrug in response, not really caring.

"Great!" Your mother said, clasping her hands together before removing the apron that had all sorts of mess on it, folding it and putting it on the counter.

"Peter coming or does he have a special thing planned for you?" Your mother questioned, raising one eyebrow with a smile.

This was thing thing you really didn't want to talk about, but you figured you have no choice but to tell her anyway.

"Um.." You started, scratching the top of your head as you thought of a way to tell her everything that was going on without her worrying or getting mad at the poor boy.

"He said he would try to see me before the day was over, but he's been really busy with the- um, the uh, internship." You lied. 

Peter didn't even talk to you today or let alone yesterday. It's safe to say the last time you two had a decent conversation was when you had tried to figure out a strategy to get a free brownie from the lunch lady every Friday.

"Oh, well, hopefully he will be able to make it up to you." Your mother reassured, walking past you and out the kitchen, probably going to change into a decent outfit to do some birthday activities with you.

You nodded, though she couldn't see it and quickly made your way back to your bedroom, closing the door and grabbed your phone from off of your bed, going to the contacts and dialling Peter's number.

"It's Peter! Leave a message!" You hear your boyfriend's voicemail, after a few rings.

You let out a shaky sigh, desperately trying to hold back your tears.

Instead of texting him, and asking where he was you settled to call Ned, who was a mutual friend, but nevertheless still the sweetest boy ever. You figured if Peter wasn't answering your calls you'd call Ned to see where he was, or if he was okay.

And after a few rings, you hear the phone pick up, your heart rate suddenly speeding up.

"Hello?" You hear the voice ask from the other line.

"Hey Ned, it's Y/N. I was just wondering if Peter was maybe with you?" You ask, fiddling with the hem of your dress nervously.

"Oh, Peter? Last time I checked he was with Michelle at the library." Ned informs you.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at his statement. Since when did Peter and Michelle Jones hang out? And since when did he like libraries?

"Does Peter even know what today is?" You ask out loud.

"What's today?" Ned curiously ask mindlessly.

"My birthday." You simply say.

Then, there was a silence on the other end.

"OH SHIT! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!" Ned exclaims quite loudly, making you flinch as the noise entered your ear.

"Thanks Ned." You say with a small chuckle at his outburst.

"I'm so sorry I didn't call and tell you sooner-" Ned starts but you cut him off.

"It's fine, you didn't know." You wave off, not holding the grudge on Ned considering he genuially didn't know because you two were rarely even friends and only talked to each other when Peter was around.

And you figured if Ned didn't know, surely Peter forgot as well, though respectfully you never told Ned your birthday.

"I'll call Peter if you want." Ned offered.

"No, it's okay I'll just visit the library later." You tell him.

"Y/N! Let's hurry and get back before the cake is done!" You hear your mother's voice shout from the distant.

"Oh, I should probably go." You quickly tell Ned as you grab a jean jacket from the closet, putting the phone in-between your shoulder and head as you put it on.

"Yeah, sure. Happy birthday Y/N!" Ned tells you once again before you both bid goodbye.

You made your way out the bedroom, going toward the apartment's front door where your mother patiently waited for you, letting the thoughts of Peter possibly forgetting your birthday leave your mind for the time being.

⎯⎯⎯

It's been hours since you went shopping and got your sandwich from delmar's and there was still no sign of calls or texts from Peter.

You sung happy birthday with just you and your mom, had your cake, and even watched a movie to take your mind off that hurtful thought, but after all of that, still no sign of your supposed boyfriend.

Now it's 11:05PM, which meant fifty-five minutes left until you received at least a 'happy birthday' from him.

You cried when you got home, cried after you sung happy birthday and cried after the movie. You were now in your room, scrolling aimlessly through your socials, trying to get your mind off your awful excuse of a boyfriend, Peter. 

So far, it wasn't working.

Your mother even asked where he was and you once again lied to her and told her that he did say happy birthday through text. She believed the lie, though you had a feeling she didn't and if that was true, she didn't say anything about it.

Soft knocking could be heard from your window, making you avert your eyes to it, only to see the person you've been waiting hopelessly to see all day.

At first you debated on going over to the window and letting him in, wanting nothing more to just shut the blinds and pretend he wasn't there, since he was so good at that already, but something in you told you to hear him out. Boy would you regret that later.

Choosing the second option of letting him explain himself, you go over to the window and your eyes never leave each-other as you did, your mind completely ignoring the question of how he even got up to your window in the first place.

Once you reached the threshold, you slowly open the window, being greeted with a guilty faced Peter Parker, which you thought was because he forgot your birthday.

"Hey." You quietly say, backing up from the windowsill and watch as the brown haired boy carefully climbed in.

"Hey." Peter greets back awkwardly, his eyes not meeting yours.

Of course you found that weird, but you thought it was because he felt guilty for ignoring you for the whole day of your birthday.

The room was filled with an unexplainable tension, a tension that you weren't all too comfortable with.

"So, where were you today?" You ask curiously, trying your hardest not to sound angry.

"I was...uh busy." Peter lied, darting his eyes around the room, eyes still not meeting yours.

"Since when was being at the library with Michelle "busy"?" You ask, putting quotations around the word, busy.

Peter quickly makes eye contact with you, his eyes widened as he did, you just folded your arms over your chest in annoyance.

"Wait, how did you know about that?" Peter questioned, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Ned told me." You simply say, watching as your boyfriend clench his jaw, which you'd probably normally find attractive, but the anger was slowly blinding you of any good qualities he had left in him.

"Right..." Peter trails off, soothing his gaze as he saw your eyes practically burning a hole into his.

It was clear to you now. He had no idea it was your birthday.

But before you could even tell him, he blurts out something.

"We need to talk." Peter stated, his eyes trained on you intently.

You just nod, not giving a verbal response. Maybe he wanted to talk about how shitty of a boyfriend he's been and he wanted to apologize and explain his cold distance behaviour.

"I think we should...break up." Peter tells you as it is.

At first, you thought he was joking, which is why you laughed. Peter breaking up with you on your birthday? Now that was hilarious.

"Are you serious?" You ask with a small chuckle, covering your mouth with one of your hands to control your giggle fest.

Peter stares at you for awhile, still holding that same trained gaze as if he was truly serious about his suggestion, and you quickly stop your giggling, looking at the boy in-front of you in confusion.

"You are serious." You tell him and watch him nod slowly, bringing his gaze away from your eyes and looking at the ground.

You felt the tears build up, your throat close, and your heart beat quicken. There was no absolute way he was serious about this. Surely, this was all just a bad dream and maybe when you woke up, the real lovable Peter would be cuddling you on the couch, telling you about one of his random rambles.

"No." You state, shaking your head at him, his head still lowered.

"You don't get to be a shitty boyfriend for a month, not wish me a happy birthday and decide to just break up with me on my birthday." You countered, and with the last sentence Peter finally meets your gaze again, seeing your heartbroken eyes stare at him in disbelief.

"It's your birthday?" He questioned, and that finally broke you.

The tears that's been built up ever since you saw him at your window finally break free, not only because he forgot your birthday but because he was literally breaking up with you on your special day.

Instead of saying yes or something like that you scoff in disbelief.

"Yes, it is." You said as the tears kept coming.

"Y/N...." Peter whispered, stepping closer to you to try and wipe away your falling tears, but you back away from him.

"Why?" You ask, ignoring his taken aback reaction.

"I just, I realized some things." Peter admits vaguely.

"Realized what? How bad of a girlfriend I am? Because we both know if anyone's the bad person in this relationship, it is you. I try my hardest to make you-" You start, the anger boiling up inside of you, but Peter interrupts you with a statement that truly does send you over the edge.

"I'm in love with MJ!" He blurted, wincing at his outburst, awaiting for your reaction.

It all made sense now, the way he would gawk at her, how he suddenly had weird interests in the things you'd only know she would like, not you. Let's not forget how distant he's been, which him being in love with someone else probably confirms that reasoning. Peter didn't want to be around you because he didn't want you anymore, and he just didn't know how to tell you whenever he was.

"Oh.." Was all you could say, your heart aching as that sentence replayed in your head.

Your eyes wander to the ground, in a trance, sniffling a bit, feeling more heavy tears try to break through.

"Y/N, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen, it was all so sudden." Peter admits, watching as you do nothing but stare at the ground, his worry quickly flowing through his body.

You wanted to say 'It's fine', but that would be a lie. None of this was fine. Why is it that every time you find someone that you felt was the one, they always managed to break your heart in the worst ways possible. Granted, this only happened to you twice, the second time being someone you never thought this would happen with, which made this all the more worst.

Now you really thought you weren't the best girlfriend in the world, because if you were Peter wouldn't had fallen in love with someone else, not that he was in love with you to begin with.

"No, I'm sorry for not being the girlfriend you wanted me to be." You apologized, feeling the warm tears unknowingly down your cheek.

"Y/N, no-" Peter started, but stop himself as he shook his head, once again stepping closer to you, and wiped your tears away from your cheek, and you let him since this probably was the last time he'd touch you.

Peter's hands linger on both sides of your cheeks, the warmth of them drawing you in, but also hurting since once again he wouldn't do anything like this anymore.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, tracing your face one more time, before dropping his hands from your face and slowly backing away a bit.

You managed to show a really sad attempt of a smile and shrug, still feeling the warmth of his hands on your face.

You also were way too tired to yell at Peter from all the crying you did earlier anyhow. Plus, you figured it wasn't truly his fault since you lacked a lot in the girlfriend department for him, hence why he didn't want to date you anymore. You couldn't be mad at him, because at the end of the day, the heart wants what it wants and you had to respect that. Maybe this was the universe's way of telling you that you could and probably would end up alone.

"You should probably go." You choked, biting back another cry for the millionth time that day, meeting the red eyes of Peter Parker.

The brown haired boy nods in understanding, turning around and making his exit out your window he previously entered.

Peter glances behind himself once he's out of the window and on your balcony, you slowly making your way to close it.

"Happy birthday, Y/N." Peter quietly says with a small smile.

You thought the timing was a little weird, but you were too sad to make yourself even more miserable, so you just nod in thanks and close the window and blinds, not bothering to care how he would get down from your 15th story balcony.

You sob just as you did and dragged you way over to your bed, burying your face into your pillow as you cried.

This was by far the worst birthday of your life, but somewhere inside that sad broken heart of yours, you hoped Peter's rebound relationship with Michelle was everything he hoped for. After all, he really deserves to be happy.

Even if it wasn't with you.

[merakiui]

Getting hate fucked by a jealous Azul. That idea is so tempting. Any more thoughts on this you'd like to share?

So many thoughts!!!

✧ similarly to how Ursula transformed into Vanessa to charm Prince Eric, imagine Azul changing into one of the other students you seem particularly close to and just,,,, railing you in that form. Or using the face and voice of said student to be so mean and cruel to you during sex that it actually hurts your feelings. Naturally, Azul would never want to hurt you, but this isn't Azul. :) This is (insert student here) who's saying all of these horrible things to you. And if you come crying to him about it, looking for consolation, he'll be ready to receive you with open arms.

✧ or Azul, our resident pathetic loser (affectionate title), who is so frustrated and pent-up that the minute you step into his VIP room he's pinning you to his desk, foregoing the suave gentleman persona he usually feigns and is just ranting so angrily about how it's not fair that you spend so much time with the others, it's not fair that he's an ugly octo-mer who'll never find true love, it's not fair that everyone likes you so much, it's not fair that he has to wait to see you because you're so busy (and so is he)... the list of reasons why it's not fair goes on and on. He'll fuck you so stupid against and on his desk, not particularly caring if it hurts or if it's too rough. He's so caught up in his own anger and jealousy, but the tears that cloud his vision aren't from either of those. Most of all, he's heartbroken to know that you will probably never look at him in the same way you look at others.

✧ oh!!!!! or Azul making the twins hold you down when he fucks you, his fingers digging into your hips with such terrible, painful force. Floyd's in your face, peering down at you with a sickening grin, laughing about how Shrimpy's really made Azul mad. Jade's not very helpful either, delivering sharp pinches to your side to keep you present. After all, this is a punishment of sorts. You're not meant to drift off. Azul will work you towards the edge and pull out just before you can climax, only satisfying himself and leaving you to wallow in emptiness. If he's particularly angry, he'll leave you with the twins, who are more than happy to pick up where Azul left off. :) by the end of it, you'll know better than to avoid Azul unless you like private lessons with the Leech twins.

✧ it also wouldn't be hate sex with Azul if he wasn't guilt-tripping and gaslighting you throughout it. He cries and wails and goes on and on about how he does everything for you. How he's been nothing but loyal and devoted to you. How he loves you so much, far more than anyone else ever could. How it hurts when you're so mean to him (you didn't eat lunch with him). How he would do anything for you because he loves you. How he'd reshape the world just to make you happy, or how he'd slice off a tentacle or two just to prove his undying affections. He's a mess, but he's your mess and he wouldn't want to be anything else.

✧ also also!!! Azul is normally one for sensual, slow foreplay, but when he's in a jealous mood he disregards that altogether and lets his frustrations lead him, which often leads to rougher sex. I like to think that if he's very worked up he might revert back to his octo-mer form. >:D and maybe he's too emotional to care, past the point of no return, so he uses this to really keep you still for him, to mark you all over. Teeth and fingernails work well in human form, but nothing can possibly work better than the suckers on his tentacles. You'll look like his perfect, pretty mosaic by the time he's through with you, marked all over in circular bruises from the harsh suctions.

✧ also thinking about hate sex with Azul and a mer darling, who he always stuffs full of eggs just to keep you vulnerable and dependent on him. You can't do anything without his protection. If you want to leave the comfortable safety of the cove he's confined you to, by all means go ahead. You're in no state to defend yourself against any hungry, opportunistic predators who will most certainly tear into you mercilessly. If you value your life (and all of the babies he hopes will survive hatching, though it's very wishful thinking), you'll stay with him.

[junkratswifey]

Hello! Hopefully I'm not too late for the ask thing- I hope you don't mind headcanon stuff cause I've had an idea boggling around my head for a bit: What S/O would need to do to have the mercs like- happy crying, angry crying, sad crying etc. You can make it angsty or as wholesome as you want. (Hopefully I worded my ask right ^^') Oh, and gender neutral please. :)

OH MY DAYS. YES MA'AM, SIR, AND NON-BINARY FRIEND.

Contains: Happy tears (I can't write angst to save my life), Demo, Soldier, Scout, Sniper, Engie

💣Demoman💕

I find that when sober, you could just hug him and he'd melt.

But when he's drunk, he will be crying.

Like y'all could be having a conversation, just hug him, and he'd be like

"QUIT DOIN THAT, YOU ALREADY MAKE ME WANT TA FOCKIN CRY CUZ A HOW GREAT YE ARE"

Any sort of affection when he's drunk works 💕

🪖Soldier🫡

He tries not to cry, because he probably thinks he's not allowed.

But when you softly tell him you love him and then show any sort of affection, he's quite literally sobbing.

"THANK YOU CADET, I LOVE YOU TOO. (sobs)"

Please treat him well, he is so soft 😭

⚾Scout🏃🏻

You know when you stretch, sometimes you'll groan from comfort? And y'know how some people do that when they hug their partner?

He cries every time you do that.

He likes to know that you're comfy, especially in his arms.

"Are you cozy?"

"Mmm, yeah"

"😭"

Big softie, give him hugs 💕

🇦🇺Sniper🦘

He sometimes struggles with picking up on romantic qualities. He doesn't mean to, he just isn't used to it.

I likes when you give him small kisses on his cheek, and when you fall asleep on him/in his arms.

I imagine one time you dozed off in his lap, and you woke up to him sniffling and rubbing his eyes.

"Snipes are you okay?"

"(sniffle) Yea—Yea, mate, I'm alright."

🧰Engie🤠

Engie is a very loving significant other.

He treats you well and makes sure you get lots of attention.

Sometimes he might let you help out in his little workshop.

If you ever work on something yourself, and you do that hot thing where your sleeves are rolled up and you wipe the sweat off your forehead, he is BAWLING.

"Engie! Are you okay???"

"Y-yeah-I just—(sobs)"

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS 😭😭😭

[sleepingdeath-light]

undertaker smut alphabet ; 18+

written to accommodate trans, cis and neutral inserts

will also be posted on wattpad and ao3

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A — Aftercare

what are they like after sex?

Aftercare for him usually consists of him making you laugh so hard that you cry whilst he cleans you up and checks you over for any major injuries — or anything that could become a major concern otherwise. After that's said and done he'll shoo you to the bathroom whilst he fetches you something small to eat and a drink of water to help you recover. Then, if it's late at night, the two of you will lay down together and he'll stay by your side rubbing comforting circles on your back as he holds you close, watching as you slowly drift off to sleep.

B — Body Part

their favourite body part of their partner and themselves.

Though it might sound strange at first, given his propensity to keep them hidden, he's actually quite fond of his eyes. Granted this is mainly because of your — as well as previous partners' — fascination towards them and the benefits that come with that (after all, by reaper standards they're dreadfully plain). He enjoys having the ability to make you fluster and clam up by giving you a single look, the ability to turn you from bratty to obedient just by brushing his fringe to one side; it gives him a sort of power over you that he relishes in and that he'd happily make use of until it stops having that same effect on you (which he quietly hopes never happens).

He's also pretty open about his partialism towards...

(Fem!Reader) your chest. This preference of his is by no means impacted by the size of your chest as it's not necessarily about a specific look for him — it's more so about the fact that it's your chest that he's looking at. He adores smaller breasts that he can fit easily into his hands just as much as he's fond of larger breasts that are impossible to ignore no matter how many layers of clothing you wear. He's as much of a blatant pervert around you either way because he's attracted to your body because it's yours — so unfortunately (or fortunately) there really is no escape from his relentless affection and staring. But, at the very least, you needn't worry about him staring at any other women because as long as he has you he's never even going to give them the time of day — no matter what their chest looks like.

(Masc!Reader) your stomach. Flat or round, muscular or soft, hairy or smooth — as long as it's yours this reaper is not going to hold back when it comes to showing his appreciation for your stomach. Marking, groping, commenting on it during dirty talk; you name it and he's probably done it several times already by the start of a new week and he's not even the slightest bit guilty if you try to tease him about it. Undertaker just wholly lacks shame in that regard (in most regards, honestly) and commenting on his attraction is more likely to get him to increase his affections than it is to embarrass him. Though, at the very least, his relentless attention leaves no doubt regarding his appreciation for you and your body (and if you're insecure about your stomach for whatever reason then he's more than happy to try and help you boost your confidence).

(Neutral!Reader) your throat. Undertaker absolutely adores your neck and all of the things it does to him: the way it arches so perfectly when you throw your head back and moan in that deliciously sinful way when you're riding him, hands planted on his chest and his on your waist as you whimper and cry and sob with a force that makes your throat bob; the way it fits so perfectly in the palm of his hand as he lightly chokes you — a playful gesture, not a threat — that he can feel every breath and swallow and beat of your heart beneath his scarred hands, such a perfect fit that it's almost enough to make him believe in fate; the feeling of your pulse jumping beneath his deceptively soft lips and tongue as he trails kisses and licks and love bites along the column of your throat — nipping at it playfully and humming against your skin as you whimper and gasp under his attentions. Yes, he quite likes your throat indeed.

(Trans Masc!Reader) your stomach. His fondness and perversion is going to be apparent no matter what you actually look like because he's attracted to your stomach — not just men's stomachs in general. You are the main factor in his preference, you are the reason he looks at your body with all of the lust and appreciation that he does, so you have nothing to worry about when it comes to other men stealing his attention. Whether it's on the hairier or smoother side, whether it's softer or more toned, whether it's flat or round; he's always going to find a way to comment on/touch/mark it in a way that will leave you breathless and flustered. Or, in other words, expect to have plenty of bite marks on your abdomen and don't expect to make it through the day without some perverse comment being spoken or his hands mysteriously finding their way under your shirt to touch up your stomach when work is slow, because you will be thoroughly disappointed (or pleased if that's something you happen to enjoy).

(Trans Fem!Reader) your chest. This attraction of his isn't impacted or fuelled by the size or shape of your breasts — whether they're flat, more muscular, smaller, larger, softer, even or not — as much as it's fuelled by the fact that they're yours and once he found you it's like he stopped noticing other women existed. He's equally attentive (well... perverted) about your chest if it's on the flatter side as he is if it's on the larger side, and wearing anything at all that shows it off is guaranteed to have you bent over the nearest table and fucked into oblivion. Undertaker may not be subtle about his attraction, but at the very least it leaves no room for doubt in regard to his feelings for you (even if he can get a bit unintentionally rough at times with his marking).

C — Cum

anything to do with cum.

When he cums, it’s in a shockingly large amount, more than enough to fill you up to the point of bulging and leaking, or to coat your face/thighs/ass/chest with ease. It’s standard in texture and colour, of course, and the only thing differentiating him from a human man (or even himself before he became a reaper) is that he’s completely infertile as a result of his death. This means that he’s able to creampie you without any risk of conception even if you’re able to get pregnant — which he’s more than thankful for as he much prefers to release inside of you and watch it leak out (or watch you try and stop it from leaking out).

D — Dirty Secret

what is their dirty secret?

He’s only ever regretted sleeping with one person and that was one of his supervisors back at reaper dispatch. He can’t even recall why they had sex, just that it was a terrible experience all around and that he ended up doing everything he could to avoid them until he was moved to another department entirely (for different reasons, of course). This particular situation contributed heavily to him banning hair pulling in the bedroom and if asked the most you’ll get is a grimace and a rather telling touch to the back of his scalp — almost as if he’s remembering something that he’d really rather not think about at all.

E — Experience

how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?

He has quite a bit of experience with both casual hookups and actual relationships, including his on-again-off-again, several decade long affair with a noblewoman and many, many one night stands with humans and his old colleagues back at reaper dispatch. So, needless to say, he knows what he's doing when it comes to getting someone off.

F — Favourite Position

what is their favourite position?

As long as he’s inside of you, he’s not particularly bothered about the position you’re in — all that matters to him is that you’re both enjoying yourselves. So if you prefer cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, doggy style, missionary or anything else then he’s happy to accommodate that and will do so without hesitation.

G — Goofy

how serious are they in the moment?

Undertaker takes very little in his life seriously, only ever dropping his cheerful facade when it's absolutely necessary, so it's safe to assume that he'd try to bring laughter and joy into the bedroom. He's always joking around and not afraid to laugh at himself if he makes a mistake, just generally doing whatever he can to keep the mood light and comfortable for you both (heaven knows his home and profession can be pretty gloomy so it's nice to have a bit of reprieve from all of that — even reapers can get a bit bored of death at times). The only exception to this is if you're being punished or engaging in a type of play that requires a great deal of focus in order to be done safely and look out for signs of distress (such as consensual non consent or breath play/choking).

H — Hair

how well groomed are they?

He's pretty apathetic to body hair and unless you start to express discomfort during sex because of it, he's not going to bother with trimming/shaping it. Much like his hair, his pubes are soft, grey and decently long — curlier and thicker than the hair on his head, but not by very much — and concentrated in a bush about the base of his length and a small, spattered path leading to it from about midway up his stomach.

I — Intimacy

how romantic are they in the moment?

This entirely depends on the mood at the time and what sort of play you’re engaging in — though he’ll always be romantic during aftercare no matter what came before that. Generally speaking, however, he does show his care through his humour and by making sure that you’re comfortable during and after the fact — being implicitly caring even if the moment calls for him to be a bit rough.

J — Jack Off

how often do they masturbate? how?

Masturbation, for Undertaker, is done because of a need, a desire, and he treats it as such — making it quick and dirty and effective so that he can return his focus to his work as soon as possible. He’ll duck into a side room adjacent to his storefront (dark and cramped and uncomfortable but private enough), hurriedly unbuckling all of the belts that constrict his waist and pelvis and brushing his robes out of the way before pulling his straining cock out of the near-painful confines of his leather clothing. Then, with one hand balled into a fist and placed in his mouth to bite down upon, he’ll make quick work of himself: long, quick fisting of his dick from root to tip, occasional rough groping of his balls, rubbing circles on the slit of its head and so on. Just doing anything and everything he can to ensure a hasty climax until he finally succeeds with a low, muffled grunt and a stuttered thrust forwards as he spurts onto his fist and wrist — returning to the front of house after taking a minute or so to clean himself up and come down from his high. There have been many times where he’s nearly broken his nails whilst doing this but, thankfully, the worst has yet to happen.

K — Kink

what are some of their kinks?

Given he wears leathers and chains as part of his work uniform, and that his previous employ was at reaper dispatch, it would be safe to assume that he's pretty kinky. A small selection of the things he's into includes:

Bondage (decorative and practical — on you)

Impact play (on you)

Breath play (on you)

Blood play (both)

Degradation & praise (giving)

Public play & free use (both)

Collaring (both)

Overstimulation (on you)

Edging (on you)

Clothed stimulation (both)

Marking (both)

L — Location

what are their favourite places to have sex?

Undertaker is pretty much happy to have sex anywhere and everywhere — he just doesn’t have that same sense of shame or propriety that humans or even other reapers do. That being said his favourite places are the most convenient to you both, so: around his workplace, anywhere in your home and empty gravesites/graveyards (or, in other words, the places where he spends most of his time).

M — Motivation

what turns them on?

There are a lot of things that can turn Undertaker on when it comes to you and he’s not shy about letting you know exactly what those things are. Some of these things include: showing off his preferred body part of yours (stomach/chest/throat), flashing him with the fact that you’re not wearing underwear, sneaking under the counter when he’s working to get him off, and just outright telling him that you want him to fuck you. All of these are pretty much guaranteed to get his attention on you, but using a combination of them is going to make sure that you won’t be able to walk straight the next day.

N — No

what won't they do in the bedroom?

Undertaker is pretty possessive and has an underlying fear of losing you in one way or another, meaning that he outright refuses to invite or involve anyone else in your sex life. Especially not any demons or angels — he may have stepped back from his role as a reaper but he still hates both with a passion. He's also cautious about how he goes about dangerous forms of play and won't do anything involving extreme breath play (drowning/suffocation) and he isn't at all fond of having his hair pulled (it's uncomfortable and a pain to get unknotted afterwards so he just barred it from the bedroom entirely).

O — Oral

do they prefer to give or receive? how good are they?

When it comes to oral, Undertaker’s stance is: the messier the better. If his face isn’t covered in your cum and you’re sweaty and panting and drooling then he’s done something wrong — and, similarly, he loves nothing more than being able to make a mess of your face/chest when you’ve gone down on him. Though he doesn’t have any preference either way as long as some sort of mess is made.

When he’s receiving, he much prefers to be sat down with his legs spread and you knelt between them. One of his hands his messing with his hair, twirling it between his fingers and pushing his silvery bangs out of his face so that he can get a good look at you in this submissive position. He’ll talk to you until he’s no longer able to: instructing you on where to suck and hum and lick, praising you for doing a good job, lovingly degrading you for being so willing and eager to get on your knees for someone like him, etc. Voice low and airy in a way that only he could pull off, his tone and his words shaking you to your core and sending sharp waves of pleasure straight to your core. Then, as he starts to get close, his pitch will start to increase and he’ll start panting — long nails scratching lightly at your scalp as he starts to guide you along his length, sentences devolving into disjointed degrading and praising phrases degraded into breathless single-word instructions into incoherent moans and grunts and groans as he grits his teeth and starts to fuck your mouth. Getting rougher and rougher, jerkier and jerkier, until he finally climaxes and spurts his cum either into your mouth, onto your face or onto your chest depending on your established boundaries and where you happened to be when he climaxed.

If you have a vagina, he loves being able to lay down between your legs whilst eating you out. He’ll tie his hair back and have you bend and spread your legs, pushing your thighs apart and holding them in place with scarred hands whilst he leans down and devours you like a man starved. Yellow-green eyes practically fluorescent with want as he stares up at you through pale eyelashes, eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement as you writhe and arch and squirm under his touch — unable to stop himself from moaning and groaning against you from his own excitement. Long tongue (you never realised just how long it was until now) skilfully trailing along your sex: tracing a thin — then thick — stripe along your slit and gathering your slick which he swallowed and groaned over, dextrous muscle dipping into your dripping hole and precisely thrusting into the spongy spot inside of you, thin soft lips encircling around your clit and sucking. Pressure, pleasure, too much and not enough. Falling into a rhythm that had your hands flying to the back of his head as you ground and bucked your hips down against his mouth — smearing your release over grinning lips and pale cheeks as you came, too far gone to register his pleased giggles as he licked and sucked you through your climax.

If you have a penis, then he prefers to have you mount his face as he pleasures you from below — getting so into your pleasure that you can see him bucking his hips up into nothing whilst he gets you off. Dual colour eyes peer up at you between your thighs, half lidded with need and arousal as he moans and groans around your dick yet still glinting with that shimmer of mischief that you adore. His mouth is everywhere on you, with him making full use of his lips and teeth and tongue to give you as much pleasure as he can: kissing his way along your shaft, sucking on the tip, deepthroating you in a way that has you doubting his possession of a gag reflex, massaging your balls with his free hand, nibbling on the skin of your pelvis close to the base of your length, and so on. Bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every kiss, hum, suck, moan, hum and nip until you finally fall over the edge with a particularly forceful downward rut of your hips against his mouth. Hands in his hair, head thrown back, cock buried in his throat and spurting your load into his mouth (which he eagerly swallowed), panting and heaving as he continues to suckle and jerk you through your climax — completely unbothered by the absolute mess he’s made of himself in the process (mouth and chin and cheeks covered in spit and sweat and cum from his efforts). Not stopping until you’re so overstimulated that you’re barely able to whimper and squeak out your pleas for a break, at which point he’ll help you stabilise your shaky legs as you stumble off of him (laughing lightheartedly the whole time).

P — Pace

are they fast or slow? are they rough or gentle?

No matter what speed he chooses to abide by (whether that’s due at his own discretion or due to your preference — he’s equally comfortable going fast and slow, so it really does depend on you), Undertaker is naturally going to be somewhat rough with you. The extent of this roughness will vary due to a variety of reasons (boundaries, preferences, mood and so on) but it’s always present to some degree because he’s naturally much stronger than you and he sometimes forgets how stark that imbalance is in the moment. Though if you dislike roughness then he’ll make an effort to hold himself back, even if he does unintentionally slip up on occasion.

Q — Quickie

what is their opinion on quickies? how often would they have them?

Given his high libido and busy schedule (between his legitimate work as an undertaker, his role as an informant and his place in the aurora society), quickies become something of a staple in your relationship to ensure that you’re both able to get off as much as you need. Initially they’re something fun and risky, synonymous with giggly semi-public acts between appointments when you’re too needy to keep your hands off each other — naive and innocent and deeply in love and lust all at once. But as his work becomes more demanding of his time, quickies will become less fun and more of a necessity — the only chance you have to get off between all of the meetings and funerals and tests and blood drawings. It’s difficult but the two of you deal with it as best you can.

R — Risk

are they willing to experiment?

For Undertaker risk is just a natural part of sex and he’s more than eager to experiment with all sorts of toys, play and language — public, private and anywhere in between. Of course he has his limits, as discussed above, but other than that he’s game for pretty much everything that you suggest and will insist on trying any (non hard-limit) suggestions at least once before you agree on a stance as a couple.

S — Stamina

how long can they last? how many rounds?

Whilst he can initially come across as pretty weak due to his unique facade and slender frame, Undertaker is still a reaper — and an extremely notorious one at that — and his stamina reflects his status as an undead entity. As a baseline he’s able to last much longer than you (potentially upwards of five to six rounds if you have the time) but he limits himself to whatever best suits you, stopping and adjusting his pacing to make sure that he’s also satisfied by the time you reach a point where you need to tap out, whether that’s after one round or three.

T — Toys

do they own any toys? do they use them on their partner?

Before you two met he’d already collected quite the array of toys from all over the world, having picked up a great deal both during and after his tenure as a reaper. Amongst his large hoard of toys are all sorts of penetrative (dildos, plugs, beads), stimulative (sucking, vibrating), restrictive (chastity cage/belt, ropes/silks/chains, stretchers), pain play (whips, paddles, canes) and sensation (heat sensitive items, blindfolds, feathers) based toys and he’s happy to use whatever you enjoy or whatever you want to try. He’s not the sort to push you any which way and will only suggest things based on what you’ve enjoyed in the past — he’s content with going at your pace.

U — Unfair

do they like to tease?

Being a tease is his default state and he’s unlikely to relent or stop entirely unless you ask him to do so or otherwise show signs of discomfort with his actions/language. Otherwise you’ll be exposed to a wide variety of teasing methods: orgasm denial and edging, calling you ‘desperate and ‘needy’, mocking you for being so ‘desperate’, degrading and humiliating you and not stopping until you’re sobbing and begging him to do exactly what you want. Some of his favourite methods are: having you strip and show him how aroused you are, subtly touching you up in public before acting like nothing happened, mocking/repeating the sounds and pleas you make during sex, and having you work to earn your orgasm (riding his boots/thighs, pleasuring him first and repeating his humiliation) — but, again, he works around your boundaries.

V — Vocal

how loud are they?

He’s not loud but he’s definitely vocal — never going much above a whisper but speaking to you for as long as he’s able to before dissolving into a string of groans, grunts, pants and moans. You’ll have a complete commentary rife with praise and degradation and humiliation — instructions and repetitions of what you’re saying, even — from the moment he propositions you (or vice versa) through foreplay until you’ve finished and are basking in the afterglow. A private one way conversation where he’s the only one able to do much speaking and you’re only able to respond with whines and whimpers and body language: writhing, trembling, bucking and arching. So, to reiterate, he may not be particularly loud but he’s very very vocal in bed.

W — Wild Card

a random headcanon for the character

He probably has a bit of a thing for partners who have undergone types of body modification — whether that’s piercings, tattoos or something less socially acceptable than those two. The idea of someone going out of their way to alter their body and change their appearance through means that are inherently painful is extremely attractive to him; it shows a level of dedication, to him, that’s extremely admirable. He’d also probably get a few piercings of his own after he left reaper dispatch (both intimate, like nipple and genital piercings, and otherwise, like ear or tongue piercings).

X — X-ray

what's under their clothing?

Whilst his length is much longer than average, it’s decently slender and smooth — with few notable ridges or veins along it, but he does have a Prince Albert piercing in the tip. The colour is pretty consistent along the shaft, given that he’s uncircumcised, but the tip is a slightly darker shade than the rest of his dick.

Y — Yearning

how often do they want sex?

He has a pretty high libido but he's become accustomed enough to ignoring or taking care of it himself that he's not particularly effected if you have a lower sex drive than him. Though this does mean that he's pretty much already aroused and happy to have sex whenever you proposition it to him.

Z — Zzzzzz

how easily/quickly do they fall asleep after the act?

Undertaker vehemently refuses to fall asleep until well after you — sometimes not going to sleep at all — because he's so terrified of losing you. He's lost dozens of people over the years, people he'd loved and cherished gone in the blink of an eye (Vincent, Claudia), and you are the person whom he cares for the most which makes him all the more frightened of losing you. So, no matter how tired he may be, he'll lay beside you for hours watching you sleep: tracing the rise and fall of your chest with his eyes, stroking the calloused pads of his fingers along your pulse, smiling with endearment and relief with every whimper and gasp and snore and nonsense phrase that escapes you as you slumber. Constantly looking for signs that you're still alive, still with him, and that he's not alone — he's not lost you, not yet. But he pretends to sleep as to not worry you, closing his eyes and quietening his breath whenever he notices you starting to stir, not wanting to worry you with his lack of rest and making up some nonsense tale of the dreams that he'd had overnight.

[misc-obeyme]

Here's a kinda angsty thought I have with dateables!

Okay, the brothers and side characters (not Luke ofc) love MC, yeah? And MC makes it very clear the brothers are their first choice whenever they have to choose between them and the side characters.

Imagine Diavolo, Barbatos and Solomon hell maybe even Thirteen when they realize no matter what they do, the brothers will always be on top for MC. Sure, MC is great with them but they only truly relax and show their real self with the brothers and it shows.

What do you think? [BTW have a great night/day!]

MY FRIEND I AM SO SORRY.

Apparently this ask was sent way back in October?!?! It only just showed up today!!! Tumblr, whyyy??

I got your other ask today, too and I will answer that one as well! But I think this must have been the mystery message my ask box kept telling me was there, but I could never see it?! It was like you have 1 message, but then it'd also be like your ask box is empty and I was like which is it?!

I'm so sorry if you thought I just ignored your ask 😭

That is absolutely not my style at all, so a note to everyone who has ever sent me an ask: if I don't respond in maybe a week, please send it again!! I usually answer asks within a couple days, but I'm saying a week just in case I have some extenuating circumstances lol.

ANYWAY lemme actually answer your ask from two months ago! 😭

I think about the potential of this scenario when I wanna get angsty lol.

So here is what I think it would be like for the side characters realizing that MC will always choose the brothers over them:

Diavolo: Ahh, our prince would be so gentlemanly about it. Especially if MC ended up with Lucifer specifically. But either way, I think he would prioritize MC's happiness over his own. He would see MC's choice as a good one. He would see the way the brothers love MC. He would get sad about it sometimes and I think he'd have some sleepless nights where he wishes MC was beside him. But in the end, he would focus on his job and let MC go. Seeing them be comfortable and happy with the brothers would bring him a sort of bittersweet happiness, too.

Barbatos: I think Barbatos would withdraw. I think he would become quieter and even more formal around MC than he already was. He respects MC's choice. I also feel like he would deliberately restrain himself in order to keep the peace. He cares too much about Diavolo, the brothers, & the state of the Devildom to really fight for MC's affections.

Simeon: Quiet suffering, but willing to cry about it when he needs to. Like I see him being honest with himself about how much it hurts, but never letting anyone else know. He would watch MC with a soft fondness, but from afar. Willing to let them be with the brothers if that's what makes them happiest.

Solomon: To be expected. Solomon already believes this. He already thinks MC is going to choose the brothers over him every time. He's prepared for that inevitability. It still breaks his heart to watch them slip away from him. Deep down, it probably devastates him. But he's determined to be there for them in any way he can, no matter what that looks like. And he would never let them know how he really feels... unless he got drunk maybe.

Thirteen: I see her being kinda like, Fine! Who needs you anyway!? But she says it with tears in her eyes. She gets abrasive as a response. And at first she might be a little stand offish with MC after she realizes. But I think in the end, her love for MC would soften her again, but it would hurt, too. She would need some time to transition herself to "friends only" status.

Raphael: I see his response as being kind of a mix between Simeon and Barb. Like, he's going to accept MC's choice and wants them to be happy, but he's also going to have to restrain himself from fighting for MC. Mr Spears does not strike me as the kinda guy who would just let someone go if he really loved them. But he does seem to be the kind of guy who cares a lot about doing the right thing. And I think he would consider letting MC go to be the right thing.

Mephisto: I could see him trying to push MC away himself, in an effort to protect himself from getting hurt. Like oh who would want a human anyway? Only fallen angels, obviously. But that's not what he really thinks, it's just a coping mechanism. And he can't keep it up anyway. He's secretly soft for MC. So I see him just transitioning to hating the brothers. Not going out of his way to make their lives difficult, but not helping them out either. Only being nice to MC. Keeping that pain inside because he can't admit it even to himself.

Nooo I made myself sad lol. I guess that's the point of angst though, huh??

Anyway, I am very fascinated by this topic! Once again, I'm sorry you had to wait so long for the response, I'm still so annoyed at Tumblr lol.

[hiskillingjar]

Threesome (Strade/MC/Ren)

day 14: threesome second person. cw for slightly more dubious dubious consent

"You know...I don't normally like sharing."

"Hm?"

You looked up towards your companion as the two of you worked through a pile of his laundry together, unpacking the heaving basket (he really did go through all of his clothes so quickly) and sorting through and folding up t-shirts, shorts and underwear for him to put away.

In the months of knowing Ren, you had grown fond of him. 

Maybe it was because he was a total nerd like you were, who liked the same things you did and was always happy to talk about movies or music with you while you did your daily chores, or it might have been the necessary comradery you both needed to survive, well...a place like this. 

There was something about Ren that was different from other nerdy boys you once knew, something that set him apart from a stereotypical captive of a sociopathic sadist, and you knew that from the first moment you met him.

You knew he was fucked up, in the same ways you were. 

You knew there were parts of Ren that had struggled in the same ways that you had, had struggled with darkness and being too difficult to love. Maybe he'd even had his own slew of college girlfriends (or maybe boyfriends) that had been unable to fix him, despite how much he had tried to be fixed. 

And even though the first few months had been difficult, clouded with his obvious jealousy and fear of being replaced in the eyes of his master, and your own sheer desperation to just survive until the next day, you had grown closer.

You had a routine of sorts now. You did his laundry, he cooked meatless meals for you. You showed him a game you liked and he looked up good horror anime to watch together.

It felt good to have a friend in here, someone to share all of this with, and someone who didn't think you were a freak for the slowly developing feelings you were having for the man responsible for all of this loneliness. 

"Yeah. I'm kind of the jealous type." Ren admits with a shy smile, folding one of his shirts into a neat little square, his hands trembling just a touch as your own idled over the task at hand. "I mean, I'm sure you probably could have guessed that..."

"Right," You replied with a guilty smile, glancing down. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

"But um...I do think I could get used to it...w-with you, I mean." His smile broke into a little, if slightly unsure, grin, a soft chuckle falling from his lips as his golden eyes met yours, sparkling with something you hadn't felt in months; hope. "It might actually be kinda nice to share all of this with someone else. Someone who understands."

You gulped, almost a little nervous as you felt a bit of a flush come to your cheeks, your lip trembling as you looked him up and down, as he occupied himself again with folding his laundry.

Not wanting Ren to see your watering eyes or your trembling jaw, you quickly crossed to his side of the desk, wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug, as tight as you could manage without hurting him. You buried your face against his shoulder with an unsteady breath and enveloped yourself in his soft, comforting warmth, his scent of fur and clean hair and vanilla, and allowed your silent tears of sympathy and understanding to fall down your cheeks and hopefully soak into his shit. 

And though he was shocked into stillness for a few moments (perhaps due to the sudden act of affection without any bad intentions or malice behind it, something he was not at all used to), he eventually wound his arms around your middle and squeezed you back tightly, his twitching tail curling around your bodies and tangling the two of you together even further. 

You thought, for just a moment, that he might have started crying with you, when you felt him bury his face against your shoulder and his body start to tremble and shake in your tight embrace, but neither of you wanted to pull away and let this perfect, peaceful moment be ruined.

But, when Ren eventually did pull away with a subtle sniff, his ears twitching forward, he surprised you by pressing a firm kiss against your mouth, quickly and sweetly, like he was a little kid giving his crush their very first kiss.

You too pulled back, your eyes wide open and your lips parted with surprise. 

"A-Ah," Ren let out a little breath, his own eyes wide and his ears perched up high. ""I'm sorry! I-I thought that I could..." He gulped nervously before he bashfully looked down at the carpeted floor, his ears flattening down on the top of his head (meaning he was embarrassed or ashamed). "I thought that maybe you'd want to as well, cus, we were hugging, but, ah-" His tail straightened out nervously and moved stiffly behind him. "I'm sorry..."

"No," You murmured softly, letting your arms drop down from around his shoulders as you took his hands in yours, holding them tight, squeezing them reassuringly. "No, it's okay, Ren. It's okay."

He shivered a little, looking back at you as his ears tilted back up.

"You mean it?" He asked, digging one of his fangs into his bottom lip, gnawing on it as his worried expression faded, little by little. "It's okay?"

"It's okay," You smiled encouragingly, rubbing your thumbs over his palms, letting out a little sigh as the flush on your cheeks burned a little darker. "It's really okay, I promise."

"So," He continued as he held your hands back, his golden eyes shining that much brighter as a slight smile came to his sweet face. "Can I...can I kiss you again?"

You swallowed nervously, your eyes flitting downwards and your hands shaking a little as he ran his claws over your knuckles, grazing them like needle points very gently before you nodded your head.

You didn't know if Strade would take issue with the two of you doing, well, any of this, but you couldn't care less about what he would take issue with at that moment.

"Yeah...yeah, you can kiss me again." You replied with another nod. "You can kiss me."

The second kiss came much more easily than the first, as did the third, as did the fourth, as did the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh. His mouth was warm and wet against yours, tasting as sweet and as familiar as his scent, as he tore his fingers away from your hands and reached up to press them in your hair, and when you parted your lips against his, pressing closer to him, he pressed his tongue into your mouth, as slow and as smooth as lava.

Between each kiss and as he pressed closer to you, his tail wagging frantically behind him, you managed to pull away for enough time to yank off your shirt and sports bra and fling them both to the other side of the room, exposing your bare chest for him to see. Even in the comforting warmth of Ren's bedroom, the safe haven from the rest of the house, your newly pierced nipples were perky and pink with arousal. 

Ren stared at you like a man starved, his eyes wide and his face flushed. 

It made you feel desired. You didn't realise how much you had missed that feeling, without it being associated with a particularly violent subtextual meaning. 

You felt oddly demure as you led him to the other side of his desk and fell back into the pile of clothes, cushions, and fabric scraps that made up his nest of a bed, an eager smile spreading on your lips as Ren quickly pulled off his own shirt too and threw it aside with yours, kneeling over you as he did so.

His chest was covered in scars, much like the rest of him, and though the majority of his body appeared slight, lean, and slender, there was a softness to his stomach that you couldn't help but find utterly adorable.

"You're so beautiful..." He said, his voice soft and his tone oozing with sincerity, as he loomed over you, his small body caging your own with ease as his hungry eyes continued to stare. "C-Can I...please, can I-"

"You can do whatever you want." 

With your permission granted, he immediately dipped his head to kiss your neck, paying close attention to the bruises and mocking love bites that peppered the more sensitive areas, the hollow of your throat, the skin beneath your jaw, your collarbones, mean little reminders of ownership left by his…your master. 

Your back arched with each kiss and wet streak of spit from his tongue, pressing your chest against his, and you couldn't help the long, keening moan of pleasure that spilled from your lips as he grazed his sharp, needle-point teeth against the sensitive juncture between your neck and your shoulder. 

If he wanted to bite you, really bite you and dig his teeth in and make you bleed, you'd let him, you think. 

Strade had made his mark on you a number of times already, so it was probably fair that Ren got his chance as well.

You tangled your fingers in his soft hair, curling them into a weak fist, and tugged his head downwards in a silent instruction for him to pay some attention to your chest. The whimper he let out, the keening mewl that lurched its way out of the very back of his throat, sparked a fire deep inside of your core, and you threw an arm over your face to hide just how much you were blushing, as he pressed an insistent kiss to each shuddering breast.

"You're...you're so good for me..." Ren whispered against your skin, his voice low and husky, and when he caught your barely masked gaze with his own, his eyes were half-lidded and filled with desperate, urgent need, a dreamy smile on his face. "So loud and receptive and...god, I want you so bad."

He dragged his tongue up your breast and latched his sharp teeth onto your nipple, his ears tilting back at the sound of your high moans as he sucked the swollen little nub gently and dragged the bulge of his erect cock against the growing wet patch of your shorts.

“Ahhn…” You groaned, your head swimming from the pleasure, as he dug one of his fangs into your nipple teasingly, reaching up to unbutton and unzip his jeans and shift them down his hips, taking away another barrier between the two of you and letting you feel the heat and warmth of his cock through the thin layer of his cotton boxers. “R-Ren…nghh, please…”

"Well, well, well, now isn't this a surprise?"

When the two of you heard Strade's voice, your instant reaction was to get away from each other, both of your bodies shooting backward like magnets repelling. Your face burned red with embarrassment at being so exposed as you wiped a thin stream of drool from your lips and covered your breasts with your arm, all while Ren attempted to readjust himself, pulling up his jeans to make his obvious erection a little less obvious.

Strade didn’t appear too bothered by the state of you though, as he loomed in the bedroom door casually, idly tossing and catching a ruby red apple up and down, up and down, rhythmically. 

If anything, he appeared to be somewhat pleased to find the both of you in such a compromising position, a slow grin coming to his face and his eyebrows raised, like he had found something particularly interesting.

"Strade!" Ren managed to squeak, his shaking hands still trembling and struggling to button up his jeans. "I-It isn't what it looks like, I swear, we weren't doing anything-"

"Now, now, little fox." Strade interrupted, his voice low but undeniably teasing and amused. "I'm not mad. I'm actually kind of impressed." He stopped catching the apple and raised it to his lips, taking a swift bite and smiling as he chewed, his teeth wet. "I didn't think you had it in you! Masel tov!"

A furious blush came to Ren's face as he looked away, clearly uncomfortable and maybe even a little bit frightened by Strade's sudden presence in his room, the deliberate invasion of his safe haven away from the older man. Strade appeared to be ignorant of this, that or he didn’t care enough to notice, as he continued to chew open-mouthed on his apple, still staring the two of you down.

"Well, come on now. By all means, don't stop on my account." He said, making both of you look up at him with wide, frightened eyes, as his own softened with poorly concealed lust. "I wanna see where this goes."

"You...you can't be serious," Ren mumbled softly, his quiet tone taking on a grave quality, his thin brows furrowed in concern under his bangs and his tail standing stiff with fear, his eyes meeting your own with an expression of concern and undeniable care.

"Ah, you’re misunderstanding me. I see." Strade replied with a short laugh as he casually sauntered into Ren’s bedroom, placing the half-eaten apple core on his desk before leaning against it, his hands behind his back, his feet crossed over the top of each other. 

Ever casual, never one to reveal anything. 

“That wasn’t a question. I’m telling you. Keep going. ”

"S-Strade..." Ren mumbled softly, tearing his eyes away from yours and looking back towards your captor. "Come on, we weren't...doing anything."

"Mm, of course, of course." Strade hummed, running his tongue over his teeth as he casually reached down to the pocket of his slacks. "So, our dear, sweet fraulein here just...sits around with their top off all the time, hm? How unlucky of me to have never caught that!" He laughed as he pulled out a leather holster, revealing it to you from his pocket, and yanked his well-used bowie knife from it, sharp silver shining in the low light of Ren's bedroom. "Don't make me ask twice, Ren. You of all people know what happens when I do that."

You could feel your heart beating at the very back of your throat as you heard Strade's words, a reaction that you knew Ren must have been feeling too, by the way his body stiffened, his Adam's apple bobbing against his frail throat.

"W-What do you want me to do?" Ren stammered softly, his eyes flitting down bashfully, his expression that of fear and unspoken obedience .

"Touch them like you were," Strade said curtly, though with a look of eminent satisfaction on his face, pointing the knife towards you, threatening you. "Take them. Fuck them, and fuck them hard . That’s what I want you to do, fuchs. "

Ren's eyes widened again at the sudden direction of the knife, his ears flattening again at the mean petname, and his eyes went back to you, just as frightened as you were. 

He gulped hard again and took a few steps closer to you, looking down at you with an expression of guilt and concern, because at least he had the decency to feel that, if anything, gnawing his lip as he knelt down over you again and took your chin in hand, his delicate little claws digging into your cheek and jaw. 

You knew that Ren wouldn't have had a chance in Hell at standing up to Strade if he tried, you knew that and you didn’t want him to get hurt defending you, but you couldn't help but feel a twist of betrayal in your gut at his complete lack of opposition to him, that he was doing as he was told without even the slightest argument. 

"Just...pretend it's us, okay?" Ren said quietly, his tone earnest and protective, obviously trying to make the most of the situation as a nervous smile came to his face. "Like we were before, yeah? When it felt good."

"Mm," You let out a muffled grunt as he shifted back on top of you, his hand back on your breast, his cock (slightly soft but not nearly as much as it should have been) pressing back against the warm spot in your shorts.

Ren kept looking at you intently, gauging your reaction as he tried to resume the pace that you had been going at before, teasing a nipple as he rubbed his cock up against your clothed cunt, and though it felt good, because of course it felt good, you couldn't stop your stomach from churning tight little knots at the reminder of who was watching, who was judging the two of you and seeing how well you could perform for him. 

"Ah," Ren let out a little groan, reaching back down to unbutton his jeans and shift them down his thighs with his underwear before he pressed his cock against the gusset of your shorts, rubbing the weeping head against the sodden fabric. 

Any hesitance he might have had wasn't stopping him, it seemed.

Maybe he had felt conflicted about it, conflicted in the ethics of enjoying a largely unresponsive body underneath his, but his enjoyment and evident arousal seemed to have been winning against his quickly depleting morals. 

"You're taking your sweet time, fuchs ," Strade commented dryly behind the two of you, picking dirt from his nails with the tip of his knife, his voice loud enough to make Ren flinch and his rutting hips stutter. "Show me something I want to see or I'm going to get impatient." 

“R-Right, yes, I’ll try.” Ren stammered, his sweet face blushing bright red as he brought both hands to your hips and pulled at the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down quickly, forcefully, his claws grazing the soft skin of your thighs and leaving behind shallow marks in your skin. He took a deep breath and then nodded a bit, like he was trying to amp himself up, more than anything else, before speaking quietly yet again with a soft and concerned gaze toward you. “S-Sorry if this is…ya know, uncomfortable…”

You barely managed a flat glare in his direction before he was pushing himself inside of you roughly, your cunt nowhere near wet enough to support an easy entry as he pressed up, right to the very base of his cock, where his knot was beginning to swell. You shrieked shrilly and clung tight to his smaller body, digging your nails into his back and making him bite back a whimper, as his cock slid out of you and his hips jerked backward at the pain.

Funny. You would have imagined he'd have a greater pain tolerance by now.

He bit his lip with an annoyed (almost panicked) little grunt, reaching down to the base of his cock and jerking his fist up and down it a few times, to get himself hard and ready to push back inside of you. 

"Can't keep it up, Ren?" Strade then asked with a mean chuckle, slamming the knife down into the wood of the desk and standing behind him, looming and lecherous as Ren kept trying to keep himself hard, muttering out little excuses, protests, ‘please, just give me a second’s. "Well, you know what they say...don't send a boy to do a man's job, eh, fraulein ?"

He pet the space between Ren's ears condescendingly before he made eye contact with you, raising an eyebrow as his honey-deep eyes narrowed a touch. 

"Come here, baby."

Biting your lip and shooting an apologetic look toward Ren as you do so, you obediently crawl out from underneath him and over to Strade's side, humiliation and shame making you shiver as the two men watch every move ardently. 

A slow, satisfied smile came to Strade's face when you knelt at his side, and when he stroked your hair, sweet and cloying and nothing he’d really do to you in a thousand years, you instantly keened into his touch with a pleased sigh, kneeling up even further to chase the touch when he pulled back for a moment.  

He let out a soft laugh from the back of his throat as he kept stroking through your hair, like you were a pet in his lap. 

The comparison, you thought, was quite apt at that moment.

He knew he had you in the palm of his hand, and what was worse, he knew that he could do anything to you just as long as he followed it with these moments of quiet kindness. 

All the while, Ren was watching intently, his gaze growing heated and..even a little jealous. 

It was an expression that you were familiar with.

"Hm…I’m really sorry to break this to you, buddy" Strade started, his gaze going back towards Ren, his voice domineering and demanding of all attention in the quiet room, as he pushed a hand through your hair and pulled your head forward to press against the quickly stiffening bulge in his trousers. "But your little playmate here is already a nasty little whore. Isn't that right, liebling ?"

Unable to truly answer with words, you pressed your face against his crotch, gripping his trouser leg in a desperate attempt to ground yourself when you were feeling so dazed, and took a long breath of him, enveloping yourself in his warmth, his scent.

Much like Ren’s attempt to ignore his animal impulses, the urge to fight back was weaning, quickly, as you let yourself be used by him. 

"Is someone getting jealous?" Strade asked with a teasing lilt to his voice, his smirk broadening as his eyes went up to meet Ren's heated gaze, as he twisted his fingers in your hair and kept you pinned against his broad thigh, unzipping his slacks with his other hand and palming himself, despite keeping you so still. “You can tell me, Ren…”

Ren's eyes stayed locked on Strade’s, his cheeks flushing a little as his eyes flitted down to the ground. The younger man was silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond before he said something.

"M-Maybe..." Ren stammered in a quiet voice, a slight pout to his full lips.

"Aw, how sweet~" The older man crooned as his smirk shifted into a grin. "Jealous of who, I wonder?"

Ren gulped tightly, looking more and more embarrassed as he averted his eyes, his tail swishing behind him.

“You know who,” He replied, his voice almost curt, despite how much he was blushing. 

"Ah, do I?" Strade hummed thoughftully as he tilted his head, letting out a little sigh through his teeth as he tugged his cock from his underwear and slowly jerked it, in front of your waiting eyes. "How about you tell me, fuchs ? How about you tell me with your words? It’s unlike you to be so quiet, so shy…"

Ren barely resisted a little whimper at the back of his throat, his hands balling into fists at his sides, watching the two of you intently as Strade jerked himself off, as you pressed yourself even closer to his cock, inhaling his scent.

He looked almost angry, angry about how jealous he was.

Perhaps angry that Strade always managed to wind him up like this. Always managed to get what he wanted, no matter what that might have been. 

"I- I'm jealous of you touching her..." Ren replied quietly and with a bit more embarrassment clear to his tone, his little body practically shaking with shame. “I’m jealous that you can take her so easily…and I’m jealous that you’re taking her and not me.”

Strade let out a condescending 'tut' with his tongue, before he leaned back against the desk, keeping your head pinned to his thigh as the grip around his cock tightened, just a touch, enough to make the vein next to his knuckles stand up, his eyes ever indulgent as they glanced from you and back towards Ren.

"Nothing's stopping you from joining your little friend on your knees, sweetheart," He crooned, obviously appealing to a softer part of Ren, a needier part of him that yearned for Strade, as much as you did. "Go ahead, if you're so jealous."

Your eyes shot back to see how the younger man would respond to such an invitation. Predictably, Ren blushed heavily, his ears upright and erect, his tail still, his cock hard, evidently not realizing how badly he had wanted to do exactly what Strade was telling him to do. 

"Can I...?  I really want to..." Ren mumbled quietly and in a pleading tone, feeling like he wanted nothing more than to be in the same position as you, serving his master, worsipping him.

“Get down,” Strade growled softly, his eyes dark and starving when you looked up at him and his whole expression victorious, like he had won the best possible prize at the fair. “On your knees.”

Ren sank down to his knees obediently, without even a word  and crawled over to the both of you, perching himself next to you, his naked thigh pressing to yours, his frantically wagging tail carressing your back.

In the end, the two of you did grow closer…just like you had wanted to.

[terabyteturtle]

💜 Kazuya Mishima SFW Alphabet 💜

This is extremely self-indulgent, I'm not gonna lie. This man has been on my mind 24/7 recently, so I just couldn’t help but write a ton (I actually had to shorten it because it came out waaay too long)! Because I’m a fluff maniac, I made sure this was jam-packed with wholesomeness. Hope you like it!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Kazuya is definitely not the most affectionate, at least not initially. It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable giving or receiving any sort of affection. Gentle physical touch is not something he’s used to, so he’ll tense up whenever you give him a hug or plant a kiss on his cheek. However, the longer you're together and the more you show your love for him, he'll get more comfortable and reciprocate. With Kazuya, all gestures of affection are small, simple, and given in private. He’ll frequently give you hugs or quick pecks on the forehead while you’re at home, but he’ll almost never do any of this in public. Though every so often, if you're talking to a friend or coworker of yours, he'll come up behind you and put an arm around your waist. It's subtle, but really sweet coming from Kazuya.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Kazuya doesn't really have friends, aside from maybe Bruce or Anna. He intentionally keeps most people away from him, so the fact that you managed to achieve friendship status is a lucky blessing. As a best friend, you and him would be a dynamic duo. The friendship would probably start at G Corporation, with you either being an executive of some sort or one of the lab workers running tests on him. As an executive, you’d probably run into him at business meetings. As a lab worker, you’d get the pleasure of seeing him every day, checking his vitals and making sure everything ran smoothly. Either way, the two of you would end up having many conversations, becoming best friends over time. At work, you two always get straight to the point, being as productive as possible. While he still retains his grumpy nature, he'd be more casual around you, maybe even cracking jokes once in a while with his signature frown still plastered on his face. It's strange seeing him try at humor while still looking very serious, but for you, it makes it funnier. The most important thing about your friendship, however, is that both of you can rely on each other for anything. Kazuya knows that you're the only person he can shoulder his burdens with, the only one who cares deeply for him. He feels comfortable opening up to you and only you, and he wants you to feel the same with him. If you ever need anything, whether it's a cup of coffee or a shoulder to cry on, he's there for you.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort you? Are they good at it, or are they kinda awkward? How do they like to be comforted?)

If he sees you upset, his first instinct is to launch a whole bunch of questions onto you, asking you what happened and why you're upset. Kazuya is only trying to help, but the way he does so can be pretty overwhelming and difficult to handle. But this won't last long, as he'll quickly notice how distressed you are and figure out that you need comfort. He will give you the biggest hug, lay you down next to him, and hold you until you feel better. Kazuya is pretty good at comforting, unless you need some input from him. Giving advice is not his strong suit, but he’ll try his best for you. When it comes to comforting him, it can be kind of difficult. Much like affection, comfort is an alien concept to Kazuya. At first, he’ll shrug off any attempt you make, but over time, he’ll realize that sometimes even he needs a hug every once and a while. Speaking of which, hugs are the best way to comfort him. Holding him is the quickest way to make him feel better after a tough and stressful day. You don't even have to say anything. Your presence alone is comforting enough.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He'd definitely want to settle down with you at some point. After everything he's gone through, a steady, secluded life with you sounds ideal. But beware—this man has never had to cook in his life. Growing up, he's always had servants to do it for him. Even in his later years, G Corporation supplied him with food and shelter in return for his services. When he took over the company, he made enough money to hire personal chefs and dine at fancy restaurants every night. If you give him a cookbook, he might not fare too badly, but don't expect a high-quality meal. In terms of cleaning, your shared living space will be spotless. Kazuya prefers to keep his spaces neat and tidy. In his mind, a clean environment is a healthy one (not to mention Heihachi totally would've beat him for making a mess when he was a kid; he won't admit it, but the trauma is still there).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

He would only end things if he felt it was too dangerous to continue the relationship. Kazuya would become colder around you than usual. He wouldn't pay much attention to you, he would walk away if you try to give him affection, and whenever you ask him what's wrong, he won't answer you. Eventually, when you feel like you've reached your limit, he'll sit down with you and explain that he thinks it's best that you don't see each other anymore. He'd end it in the most blunt, stoic way possible, but deep down, it hurts him to have to do this. Kazuya loves you deeply, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something were to happen to you because you were with him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Originally, marriage was something he didn’t want to consider. The thought of committing to someone was something he was averse to. But the more time he spent with you, the more it dawned on him that marriage meant much more than he’d previously imagined. It would take years for Kazuya to even think about getting married. With him, it requires a lot of time to build trust in someone, especially in a partner. But once you've completely earned his trust, he'll be ready to make a commitment.

G = Gentle (How tender are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he's as careful with you as possible. Kazuya knows he's strong, and he worries he might somehow hurt you by accident. Sometimes, you have to remind him that you're a human being and not a glass vase. Emotionally, he's hard as a rock. He's very serious and keeps his emotions under a tough, protective shell. With enough time and patience, however, Kazuya will eventually soften up and bring his walls down around you.

H = Hugs n' Cuddles (Do they like hugs/cuddles? What are they like? How often do they happen?)

He won’t like them initially, but that will change the more you expose him to it. With guidance and a whole lot of love, he’ll find that he really enjoys hugging and cuddling you! His hugs are the absolute best! Considering how tall and muscular he is, it's easy for him to engulf you into a heartfelt embrace. Plus, he's always super warm for some reason, so you get the added benefit of having your own personal heater! His cuddles are pretty much the same way. Kazuya loves it when you're lying together, and your head is resting on his chest while his arms are draped over you. One way or another, he will have his arm (or arms) wrapped around you, making you feel safe and protected. Expect hugs and cuddles to happen every evening and every night as you two fall asleep. He's very busy during the day, so when he comes home from work, all he wants to do is indulge in your presence.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they tell you they love you?)

Like with most other things, it takes years for him to tell you this. Even after he puts all of his trust in you, it's still difficult for him to vocalize his feelings. Because of this, Kazuya usually shows his love through acts of service or, later on, gift-giving and physical touch. However, he'll eventually come to the realization that words are just as important. Sometimes people just need to hear that someone cares for them. He knows he sure did. At that point, he makes a mental note to say those three words next time he sees you, and when he does, he'll pour his whole heart into it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Unfortunately, Kazuya can get pretty jealous, but it's not because he thinks someone else will whisk you away with some sweet words and a rose. In fact, it's the exact opposite. He's worried someone will take you and cause you pain or discomfort. He trusts you, but he doesn't trust anyone else. If he's around, he'll stand right next to you and put an arm around your waist, keeping a close eye on both you and the other person. He'll introduce himself as your significant other and will quietly attend whatever conversation you're having. If he notices any signs of discomfort from you, he'll give you a reassuring squeeze and guide you away from them. And if the other person dares to make snide remarks toward you, or even worse, lay a hand on you, they will be facing the wrath of the Mishima. The Iron Fist of Darkness does not mess around when it comes to someone harassing the love of his life. He doesn't care who they are; he will Electric Wind God Fist their heads in, if necessary.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The nature of his kisses largely depends on his mood. If he's feeling happy, he'll give you a quick little peck. If he's feeling calm or relaxed, the kisses will be slower, longer, and sweeter. When Kazuya is angry or in a more spicy mood, they'll become sloppy and primal, fueled by passion and desire. He likes kissing you on the forehead and on the lips. The forehead is nice and easily accessible, perfect for quick pecks. Meanwhile, the lips are saved for more intimate kisses, since he feels he can show more love with lip kisses than any other type. If both of you are in a pretty spicy mood, however, he'll immediately go for the neck. But no matter what mood he’s in though, Kazuya loves it when you kiss his scars. It reminds him that you love him, even after all he’s been through.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children and what are their thoughts on them?)

Kazuya doesn't really spend time around children, nor does he have any particular thoughts on them. If he interacts with a kid, he's very indifferent and blunt about everything, no matter how the kid may act. Children are children, nothing more. They're tiny, innocent people who have a lot of life left to experience. Sometimes, kids will remind him of a fond time with his mother, or will make himself wish he'd had a regular childhood, but he'll shake all of that off quickly. All in all, he doesn't have much of an opinion on children. In terms of having children with you, that's when he starts getting emotionally conflicted. If you want to have children with him, then he wants to make you happy, but at the same time, he worries that they might end up like the last one. Kazuya hates the idea of two Jins potentially walking the Earth; he's already got his hands full with one, the last thing he needs is another.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Kazuya gets up early, since he needs to be at work for a certain time. That, and sometimes he just goes to work early because he doesn't trust most of the goons working at G Corporation. Since he likes holding you while you sleep, he makes sure you're awake before he has to get up. He'd feel bad about moving you off of him while you were still asleep, especially if that caused you to have a rude awakening. So, to keep you as peaceful as possible, Kazuya will wake you up by giving you a kiss on the forehead, and if that doesn't work, he'll kiss your lips. It wakes you up just enough to shuffle yourself off of him, but not to the point where you couldn't fall back asleep again if you wanted to. For breakfast, he usually just makes a protein shake and leaves, but if you're up and want to cook him something, he'd deeply appreciate it. As much as Kazuya likes protein shakes, it's nice to eat something else every once in a while, especially if it's as special as a homemade meal from his lover. Make sure to feed him a lot of protein, though. Kazuya needs to retain his physique somehow.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Unless there's some sort of work event or party he has to go to, nights with Kazuya are always about unwinding and relaxing from the stress of the day. No matter what, your conversations always start with the day's events and how you two are feeling. From there, you and him will talk about whatever comes to mind, whether it be some crazy thing on the news or something as mundane as work. Once you both have eaten dinner, you'll settle down on the couch, put on the TV, and just indulge in each other's company. It's simple, but it never fails to relax you. When you guys get ready for bed, you'll cuddle up close to him as he wraps both of his arms around you. If either one has any last-minute things they want to talk about, then the other is all ears. If not, or once all has been said, you'll kiss each other goodnight and fall asleep quickly, the soothing presence of one another helping you sleep soundly.

O = Open (At what point would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or take their time with it?)

On the first couple dates, he'll reveal all of the simple stuff. What he likes, what he dislikes, what his hobbies are, all of the basics. Once you've been together for a couple months, Kazuya will start revealing some more details about himself, like his rivalry with Heihachi, experiences from the King of Iron Fist Tournament, and faint, happy memories with his mother and grandfather. These small, ordinary things will be spread periodically throughout the first few months of your relationship. After that point, he’ll stop for a little while. When it’s been a little over a year, Kazuya will randomly sit down with you one night, calmly saying there are some things he’d like to explain. He’d then proceed to spill everything. He'll tell you why he hates his father so much. He'll tell you about his adopted brother and the abuse they underwent together. He'll tell you the truth behind his lineage, about the horrifying trait that is the Devil Gene. As calmly as possible, Kazuya will unveil all of it. Well, almost all of it. There are some secrets he feels he must withhold in order to keep you safe.

P = Patience (How patient are they?)

Kazuya is not the most patient person in the world. When it comes to work, he has very little patience for mistakes, overdue tasks, or incompetence of any sort. He's cutthroat and gets straight to the point. You can't beat around the bush with him. With you, however, he's a little more forbearing. He knows and cares for you a lot more than his subordinates, so it's a little easier for him to tolerate your mistakes. If Kazuya does begin to lose patience with you, he tries his best to keep a level head. Luckily for you, you can't even tell he's impatient half the time because he looks grumpy on a regular basis.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or kinda forget everything?)

Kazuya has a remarkable memory. If he was able to remember stuff from before the age of five, he'll definitely remember a lot about you. When it comes to you, he remembers every detail, as well as every moment you've shared together vividly. Before, he used to hate the fact that he had such a good memory, as every traumatic event he's experienced is still crystal clear in his mind. But honestly, meeting you has changed his perspective on it. Nowadays, he couldn't be more grateful.

R = Remember (What is one of the most important moments of your relationship?)

The most important moment of your relationship was definitely when Kazuya opened up to you about the more serious topics of his past. That moment was the most truthful he'd ever been to anyone, and the most vulnerable he'd ever been in his entire life. That night pretty much sealed the deal for him when it came to whether or not he could trust you. On top of that, he gained a whole new admiration for you. Not that he didn’t admire you before, but seeing how determined you were, promising to help him out and fight alongside him, added fuel to his fire.

S = Security (How protective are they and how would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Kazuya is definitely protective, sometimes to the point where it might be a little overbearing. He'll want to be around you as much as he can, and when he can't be, he'll appoint G Corp soldiers to watch over you while he's gone. He'll want to be introduced to your friends so he knows that you hang out with people who are safe and reliable. His number one concern will be your safety, especially as long as Heihachi and Jin are alive. He means no ill intent, but there are times where you have to tell him to dial it down a bit. Once you tell him this, he'll realize that maybe he worries a little too much. Just a little, though. Kazuya doesn't want you to protect him for two reasons. First, he knows that he can protect himself and, although he finds it admirable, doesn't feel it's necessary. Second, he doesn't want you putting yourself in danger. In a dangerous situation, he'd rather you save yourself than risk your life to protect him. Kazuya would rather die knowing you're alive than live having watched you die.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

It’s needless to say that this man will pamper you to no end. He knows your likes and dislikes like he knows the back of his hand. Dates, anniversaries, gifts, and the like would all center around things that you enjoy, or that hold significance to you. For a date, he’ll take you out to that one restaurant you loved when you were a kid and gladly let you order everything on the menu. For your anniversary, he’ll whisk you away to your favorite vacation destination. Is there something you've always wanted, but were never able to have? Kazuya will get it for you. And of course, he’d always ask for your input. If there’s somewhere specific you want to go for dinner, he’s already booked a reservation. Want to go out for a scenic drive? Hop in the car, sweetheart, it’s already warmed up for you. Screw it, he doesn’t care if that giant teddy bear in the store display is 300 bucks, he’ll still get it because of the way your eyes lit up when you saw it. There isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to keep you happy, especially after all you’ve done for him. In his mind, you deserve it.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a bad habit of closing himself off. It's difficult to communicate with him because he just can't get himself to open up sometimes. It's like his default setting is to hold everything in and keep others from seeing it. Also, Kazuya has trusted you with a lot of his secrets, but there are times where you can't shake the feeling that there's something else he hasn't told you...

V = Values (What do they value in a partner?)

Kazuya values someone who is kind and patient, but also strong-willed and determined. Someone like this would earn his respect quickly, as very few have a balanced mix of these traits. All of these remind him of his mother, who was a bright spot for him amidst some horrible times. Kindness and patience weren’t shown to him much growing up, so when it was, it was deeply appreciated. Kazuya may seem apathetic, but deep down, forbearance and tenderness are never taken for granted. More often than not, someone with strong will and determination is loyal to whatever or whoever they believe in. It’s reassuring to know that someone has your back, especially when everyone who’s supposed to be close to you is actually out to tear you to pieces.

W = Wedding (How are they on the big day? How do they help plan it out? Are they emotional or stoic?)

On the outside, Kazuya would be his usual stern self. But on the inside, he'd be freaking out. Like holy hell, this is actually happening. He can't believe it. Kazuya will help with everything he can. Every part of a relationship is a team effort, and weddings are no different. He wants to shoulder the responsibility as much as he can and will ask for your input to make it perfect for both of you. Throughout the ceremony, Kazuya looks pretty composed on the outside. But on the inside, he is barely holding himself together. The sight of you alone has him weak in the knees.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

If you fall asleep on him, he'll gently scoop you up into his arms and carry you to bed. Sometimes, he’ll secretly hope that you fall asleep on him just so he can carry you. Other times, he’ll just do it regardless of whether you’re awake or not, and he won’t take no for an answer.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they can't stand, both in a partner and in general?)

He can't stand anyone who is oblivious and can't follow simple directions. His patience is not the greatest, so he'd get irritated easily with someone like that. He also can't stand whining. It's like nails on a chalkboard to him.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Kazuya does not move at all when he sleeps. If you weren’t lying right next to him, you’d think he was dead. When he lies down, he always stays on his back and keeps his arms around you. Once he falls asleep, he stays exactly like that for the rest of the night. He doesn't snore, he doesn't talk in his sleep, he doesn't do anything. He just lays there until morning comes. He's a moderate sleeper, heavy enough so that he doesn't jolt at the slightest noise but light enough to awaken if you shake him.

Can you tell I love Kazuya? Hopefully, I made it clear enough 💜.

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HI HI HI ‼️‼️

I'm so happy the requests are open again (I was waiting for this 😭😭)

I hope exam season went well!!

Anyways,I'm back (if you still remember me smh) with a platonic request!!

Can I just have platonic Jack,Charles Holt (i think you write for him),Percy,and Burke any person of your choice (you can remove or replace some if it's too much/you dony write for them) with a child reader that's really paranoid,is scared of everyone and everything,and has just a deep backstory,for example with bad parents,and like a big brother who is a psychopath or smth (idk I made that up on the spot,you can change it if you'd like!!) kinda warming up to them,following them around like a lost puppy and just crying when they aren't there?

I hope it's not too complicated and made sense,and that you have a fantastic day!!

AHH HELLO FINALLY RESPONDING TO THIS REQ!!! sadly i'm stuck in an endless loop of exam seasons but so far i have all As!! B) partially the reason i've been inactive here, i'm working quite hard on my education this year!

of course i remember and i shall deliver - have a great day! <3

jack, charles holt, percy and burke lapadura with an upset!child reader hcs🎩✈️🧟‍♂️🔨

jack the ripper🎩

he warms up to you quite quickly. in his opinion, you can hide away behind him as much as you want and he'll gladly hold your hand whenever you want him to - just be careful not to cut yourself on his blades

i don't think jack is much of a listener. he just sees you curled up and sad and can't help but pity you, so little and innocent. who could have possibly wanted to harm such a precious little thing like you?

a bit tone-deaf in situations like these, i think he'd even baby you here and there. he's so determined to take good care of you he goes a bit overboard sometimes

as i mentioned before, he's more action-oriented in cases like these. despite the gravity of the situation his manner of speech remains light and even gleeful. in his eyes, now that you're with him there's no reason to worry anymore. he doesn't want to make you even sadder than before!

the type of caretaker to carry you around at all times and pick you up whenever he notices you're upset. in doubt? carry the lil kid on your shoulders

charles holt✈️

this man definetly has some fearful-avoidant attachment thing going on with him. at first he's awfully uncomfortable, seeking every possible moment to avoid you. he's not a bad guy - he just doesn't know how to react in situations like these and copes by escaping them as soon as he gets the opportunity.

on top of that, he has never been good with kids.

he pities you, though :( i think he'd see some part of his younger self in you and that would really rub salt into his wound

he talks to you in the same way that he talks to adults, except the occasional "little guy/little fella" and bends over/crouches whenever he talks so you two are at the same level

also the type to pick you up when he notices you're crying :( in general he's much more responsive once you two get closer, often patting your head and back in an attempt to comfort you

grab his hand *once* and he just follows along with you. no questions asked

he didn't get much attention as a kid so he's kind of projecting in the form of giving you all the affection he didn't receive, albeit shyly

percy🧟‍♂️

percy often uses his muteness to his advantage, playing deaf just so he can avoid the other residents and quicky return to his solitude. he knows it's bad but he literally experimented on cadavers, he's not below that.

yet he can't pretend forever.

something that percy copes the worst with (after his resurrection) is guilt. seeing you so upset, seeking any sort of comfort from the manor residents makes something inside of him break. probably not his heart, rather something more human that he can't exactly pinpoint.

not big on physical affection, instead guiding you with an occasional tap on the back or simply pointing towards something. he also communicates with you with his gaze - it has been, for the most part, drained of humanity, but the way he furrows his brows and blinks slowly makes you think he's trying to push the few remaining bits of empathy through his eyes, in hopes you'll understand what he wants to say to you.

likes going on walks with you after dinner. mostly through the corridors of the manor, straight to the garden where you two sit to catch a breather and appreciate the blooming plants

burke lapadura🔨

probably the most responsible (in a way) out of the four here tbh

the most communicative out of them too - when he's not preoccupied with his machines, he's a solid listener and provides his own insight and advice. often it's a bit too much for you since you're quite young, but he's trying his best ok :(

believes good food can soothe anything! he's not the type to cook hearty meals (do NOT let this man into the kitchen) but he always keeps some cookies in his workshop in case you visit

awkward with any sort of physical touch so he compensates with quality time. if the weather is nice enough he may propose a short fishing trip or flying kites in the backyard

the way he sees it, distracting yourself from your past trauma is the best way to cope with it. never mentions your upbringing unless you want to talk about it - he wants to create as much happy memories with you, even if it means spoiling you with new machines and toys

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Watched a man on the street today, probably about my age, panic down the phone because he'd been made homeless but whoever he was talking to couldn't give him any help while he waited for his accommodation and benefits to start in about 10 days. Next phone call couldn't help him either. Watched him break down crying as the third call said no and abandoned my café breakfast to take him to a cashpoint and get out the £20 he'd been trying to ring round for to secure a room.

He broke down crying on me and told me his story. His name is Antony, he was made redundant short notice about a month ago and tried to do the right thing in telling his landlord payments might be a little delayed while he sorts out benefits and his landlord kicked him out on the 28 day shortest legal notice. He applied for benefits and housing but that has been caught up in bureaucracy and red tape. He's desperately trying to find somewhere temporary until longer term accommodation starts in 10 days. All 4 homeless shelters in the city are full and won't take him.

I gave him £40 in the end, and my best advice to get some food and sit and write a list of all the things he needed to sort out.

I feel so hollow. The system here in the UK has completely failed him. I'm sad. I'm angry. He did everything right, but he's on the street anyway.

I feel so lucky, and so grateful. Money is tight at the moment but I have a roof over my head, a support system, my boyfriend and my cats.

I don't really have a conclusion, other than to urge people to engage with local politics and push for change. This shouldn't happen. Don't wait until it affects you to engage.