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slow-motionlovepotion · 11 months

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𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 | 𝒋𝒐𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Joel Miller x f!Reader x Tess Servopoulos

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.3K

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ - smut, boston-era, age gap (reader fucks two people old enough to be her parents), girl on girl action, a touch of voyerism (joel likes to watch), threesome, bisexual reader, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it kids), squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, manhandling, breeding kink, slight cum play, lil' bit of fluff at the end.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: what happens when Joel comes home early from a run to find Tess fucking you on his bed.

𝒂/𝒏: throws this like a grenade and runs away fast as fucking possible. i can't actually believe i wrote this, it's disgusting i'm sorry. happy pride to my fellow bisexuals. the mommy and daddy issues are strong with this one ~ no beta, we die like men

You’re not sure how this thing with Tess has started. You’re not even sure what this thing is but it’s become a routine, on nights Joel is away, sharing his bed with Tess, her soft lips pressed to your neck as your rut against her fingers.

You’ve noticed her softening in the months you’ve been doing this. There’s a brightness in her eyes that wasn’t there before and her smile is wider, and a little more genuine. To outsiders she’s still the same hardened, take-no-shit Tess but with you, you get to see her, really see her, glimpses of who she might’ve been before.

Slipping into her building under the cover of darkness, Tess is always up waiting for you and she takes no time pulling you to join her in bed, stripping you out of your clothes and making your breath catch in your throat as you whine her name.

It’s not cheating, not really, since Tess and Joel haven’t really discussed their relationship, that’s what she tells you, that Joel isn't the jealous type anyway. You don’t believe her, you’d seen Joel threaten men for far less.

He isn’t meant to be back for another day or so, that explains why Tess has your spread on the bed she and Joel share. It smells like him, you notice it every time you’re here and sometimes it’s overwhelming, the woodsy spiced scent of Joel. You’ve wondered, once or twice, if Joel can smell you when he returns, sometimes you’d spend a few nights, once a whole two weeks, sleeping in his bed, your sweat soaking the sheets while Tess buries her mouth between your legs.

With your back pressed to her chest and her legs wrapped around yours keeping them spread, Tess rubs soft circles over your clit. Your head rolls back, supported by her shoulder as you whine and squirm, desperate for a bit more friction. Joel hasn’t been on any runs for a while so it’s been weeks since you’ve felt someone else's hands on your body.

“More, please Tess more” you pant, turning your head to mumble into her neck, already half gone. Tess slides her hand further, slipping her fingers through the wetness gathering at your entrance.

“All for me?” Tess teases, she loves you like this. All pliant and pretty for her. You nod and she feels it against her throat. “So pretty sweetheart. All for me” It’s possessive, all for her, she knows you don’t do this with anyone else, not anymore.

Tess pushes two fingers into you, long fingers that reach that spot inside better than your own can

“Oh, yes” you hiss, your orgasm approaching rapidly. She swipes her thumb over your clit as she crooks her fingers sinfully, rubbing that soft spongy spot that makes you see stars, coaxing your orgasm closer and closer.

You hear a faint jangle of keys from the hallway outside, it can’t be Joel, probably just a neighbour, you think, Tess wouldn’t risk having you here if there was even a possibility Joel would be returning, would she?

The front door is thrown open and you hear heavy footsteps crossing the small apartment before the impossibly large body of Joel fills the bedroom entrance, dropping his bag heavily when he’s greeted by the sight of you and Tess on his bed.

Your impending orgasm is lost with the interruption and you whine pathetically at the loss and at the embarrassment of being caught like this. You try to bring your legs together, hide your glistening cunt from Joel’s view but Tess keeps you pinned in place, doesn’t even falter, she slows but does’t completely stop the gentle prod of your g-spot.

“Shit” you mutter under your breath, burying your face further into Tess’ neck, unable to even look at Joel, heat creeping up your cheeks, making you feel hot all over.

You feel Tess’ hand grip into the back of your hair, turning your face to look at Joel. You try to resist but you know when she means business, your eyes meet Joel’s face and you see something unspoken pass between the two of them as his features darken before he makes eye contact with you.

“Don’t stop on my account, finish her off” Joel’s gravely voice sounds tight, like you’re in trouble.

You bring your hand down between your legs, trying to push Tess’ fingers from your cunt, shaking your head as much as her grip on your hair allows

“C’mon sweetheart, be a good girl. Show Joel how pretty you look when you come” Tess’ fingers speed up their motions, withdrawing from your heat before slipping back in, the pads of her fingers hitting that spot every time.

You can feel Joel’s eyes on you, watching with interest as he props himself up against the divider, thick arms crossing over his broad chest. The sight makes you clench around Tess and she laughs softly in your ear “You like it when he watches?” nudging at your jaw with her nose, prompting you to answer

“Yes” it’s breathy and quiet, barely audible over the sound of the wet slick of your cunt around Tess’ fingers

You’re unable to tear your eyes from Joel because, fuck, he looks good. You’ve always thought he was attractive, in a rugged old-enough-to-be-your-dad kinda way. Your eyes trail from his arms, down the softness of his belly until your eyes land between his legs, even in the dim light the obvious stretch of his jeans over a more than generous hardness is evident. You feel Tess release her grip on your hair, hand finding yours to push it back down your body, your fingers joining hers between your legs. You take the silent instruction, tracing the tips of your fingers over your throbbing clit, eyes closing at the feeling.

“Mm-mm, eyes here” You hear from Joel, opening your eyes to find him tracing the thick line of his cock with his thumb, gripping the head through the denim of his jeans, a hard breath leaving him.

Your eyes track the movement of his hand and you imagine what he might look like with that hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with Tess’ fingers. Fuck, the image sends a throb through your walls and you hear Tess’ breath hitch behind you

“Close” you whisper, hooking your free hand back around Tess’ neck, bringing her closer.

“I know sweetheart” Tess speeds up her thrusts, fucking into you as you roll your hips down onto her hand, your own fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your back is sweaty against her chest, your hair sticking to the back of your neck.

“C’mon sweetheart, you’re right there I can feel it” and you are, your release sparking, flickering with each invasion of Tess’ digits, you need something more, something to ignite the burn settled low in your abdomen.

“Come for us” Joel commands you at the same time you feel Tess sink her teeth into the flesh of your shoulder and you’re not sure which of them lights the match but you’re coming. Heat spreads down your thighs, your back arching in a way that’s pornographic and the groan you let out rattles deep in your chest. You flood around Tess’ fingers as she continues pushing you through your orgasm and when she wrenches her fingers from your cunt something inside you bursts, a scream torn from you as you soak Joel’s bedsheets.

Fuck, you’ve never done that before, you roll your face into the crook of your arm, hiding yourself away from Joel’s intense stare, shame tightening a knot in your stomach. You’re barely able to support your own head with the energy your orgasm ripped from you. Your whole body trembles as Tess soothes you, trailing her damp fingers up and down the skin of your thigh.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Tess murmurs from behind you as calloused fingers cup your jaw, turning your head to meet Joel’s gaze and he’s so close, one knee on the bed, right in the middle of the wet spot you’d made and he obviously doesn’t care about your cum soaking through the fabric of his jeans.

“So pretty, could watch that all day” Joel all but growls, it’s low and deep and there’s a tinge of desperation that sounds good on him.

He roams his eyes down your body, releasing your jaw and bringing his hands to slide two thick fingers through your soaked folds, meeting your eyes again as he slips them gently into your cunt “You always cum like that or was that all for me?”

There it is again. All for me. Possessive. You’re a possession, you belong to Tess, and apparently by extension, Joel.

“For you” you moan. Not all for him, for Tess as well, it was her fingers after all. Although with the way he’s stretching you around his fingers and pumping slowly you might come again, this time all for him. You reach for Tess, clutching at her as she continues the ghosting trail up and down your thighs. Joel notices how your fingers entwine with hers and he turns his attention to her.

You hear the wet sounds of a kiss and a soft breath leave Tess’ chest, you can’t see, squeezed between them as Joel fingers continue their pleasure. When they separate you sense Joel whispering something in Tess’ ear but you don’t catch it. Then Tess brings her lips down, brushing your sweaty hair out the way and what she says makes you melt

“What do you say sweetheart, you want Joel to fuck you?” You whine and buck your hips, almost frantic at the prospect

“Yes, yes please” you feel Tess nod against your ear and see something glint in Joel’s eyes.

You think about reaching for him, slipping your fingers under the buckle of his belt and dragging him to you but you quickly accept you’re not in charge here. Maybe next time. Or not, there’s not going to be a next time, Jesus you’re not entirely convinced Joel isn’t going to kill you after this. Tess may be in charge but you’ve seen Joel go off the rails more than once, he’s a dangerous man.

Joel reaches for his buckle, making quick work of the leather and denim, and boxers you notice, when he comes back to the bed wearing nothing but his faded blue shirt. You do reach for him then, working the buttons much faster than you expected with your shaky hands, eventually his shirt hangs open, greying hair hiding the scars littering his body.

Tess keeps your legs spread, lifting them higher to allow Joel to settle between them. You’re surrounded, Tess behind you, Joel in front of you and you don’t know how you feel but you do know that being shared by them feels right.

“You ready for him sweetheart?” Tess whispers against your ear. When you nod your head Tess tsks “Ask him”

“Joel please, want you” Joel brushes the thick head of his cock over your entrance, letting it rest heavily against your clit

“Again” Tess orders

“Please, fuck please fuck me, want your cock Joel. Need it, wanna feel you-” Joel silences your begging with a sharp thrust, sheathing his length into your wet heat. The sound you make is filthy, and fuck, he’s big.

“Breath sweetheart, it’s a lot, I know, but you can take it” Tess presses soft kisses down your neck and along your shoulder. You blindly reach behind you, desperate for another anchor, something familiar and grounding and when you feel Tess' hair running through your fingers you pull gently.

“So good, taking me so well” Joel moans above you “so fucking tight for me”

For me. You tug lightly on Tess’ hair, stretching your neck up to meet her lips in a soft kiss.

Joel starts moving when your lips meet, jostling you slightly, pushing you further into her and she takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, licking into your mouth when you gasp as Joel forces himself back into you.

“Feel good sweetheart?” Tess questions between quick kisses and you nod, whining a barely coherent answer. Joel sets a ruthless pace, thrusting himself in and out harshly, pressing your sweaty body between Tess and his own.

You want more, need more, from them both. You make the split second decision to move, pushing him off you. Rolling yourself over and settling yourself between Tess’s thighs you push your knees up underneath you, raising yourself up for Joel.

You waste no time, peppering soft kisses on the inside of her thighs. You can feel Joel’s knees settling around yours, his hand resting on your hip but he moves no further, watching the back of your head work between his lover's legs. You reach her core, immediately licking into her, nosing at her clit. His eyes flick to Tess when she gasps, he can hear a soft hum come from you and feels you nudge your hips back into his.

Gripping his cock, he pushes the head between your lips, and god, you’re so wet, there’s little resistance as he sinks in.

Joel pulls your knees out from underneath you until you’re flat, straddling your thighs and thrusting himself back in. You whine and he stutters, dropping his forehead to your shoulder, “Fuck darlin’, so fuckin’ tight” you squeeze tighter around him that it’s almost painful, “Christ” Joel moves, almost by instinct, ploughing himself into you roughly, he’s little restraint, watching Tess writhe beneath you, your tongue flicking repeatedly at her clit.

Joel’s pace rocks through your entire body and you start to lose focus, panting around Tess’ clit as you try to control your moans. You can’t, can’t focus on anything other than the burn of Joel’s cock splitting you open. You pull back from Tess, bumping your forehead against Joel’s, getting his attention. When he raises his head you kiss him, you know he can taste Tess on your lips and you realise this is the first time you’re kissing the man currently buried in your cunt.

Joel chases your lips when you pull away but you guide him gently where you really want him, arousal flooding through you when Joel lowers his mouth to Tess’ cunt, flicking his tongue in lazy, sloppy circles. Resting your head against her thighs you can feel her twitch with every pass of his tongue. You force yourself to keep your eyes open, to watch, as Joel continues to drive into you, never even faltering in his thrusts.

A soft plea of your name pulls you from a bubble of bliss, when it’s repeated you realise it’s Tess, you stroke your hand down her thigh, letting her know you hear her

“Fingers, please sweetheart, your fingers” Joel hears her too, shifting his attention to her clit, allowing you to slip your fingers into the wet heat of her cunt. The muscles in her thigh tense against your cheek and you know her tells, you know that means she’s close.

You can feel your own orgasm building steadily, each thrust of Joel pushing you closer to the waves that threaten to crash over you. You suppress it as much as you can, heavy eyes watching as Joel feasts. You glance up at Tess, expecting to see her head thrown back, what you don’t expect is to find her watching. Watching the way Joel is buried between both her thighs and yours, the way he works at her clit, eyes closed, the lines permanently etched on his face softened as he enjoys it.

“Fuck” Tess mutters as both you and Joel work her to release, her hands fist into his hair and her hips rock onto your fingers “like that, yeah like that, Joel fuc-” and Tess whines, a gasp of your name leaving her lips as well. Joel doesn’t let up, continuing his assault on her clit and when you remove your fingers he laps at the wetness leaking from her. Her legs fall slack against the bed, the soft curve of her stomach rising and falling with her panting breaths.

“Your turn darlin’, wanna feel you come round my cock” Joel grumbles into your ear and before you can respond his hands are under your arms, hauling you up Tess’ body, propping you up on your knees between her spread legs as he slides back into your heat. Tess’ lips find yours, catching your gasp when she slips her fingers between your legs. She avoids your clit, instead just resting her fingers at your entrance, feeling how you stretch around him.

It’s overwhelming, two sets of hands on your body, the feel of Joel’s hips meeting yours, and the new angle of his cock hitting just right. You can feel something building, it’s a different kind of pressure, each time Joel withdraws you feel like you could burst and every time he thrusts back in the pressure tightens.

The constant cycle of almost release is punishing, your whines pitching higher and higher with every thrust. Your legs are shaking and you’ve given up kissing Tess, choosing instead to rest your sweaty forehead against hers.

Joel doubles his efforts at your sounds, a firm hand pushing your lower back into an arch, tilting your hips to allow you to take him even deeper.

“Fuck Joel, fuck, I-” you what? You don’t even know, it’s too much but you want more and you don’t know how to tell him that. The sound coming from your coupling is dirty, slapping skin and wet, so wet.

“Wa’s goin on huh?” Joel pants from behind you “Gonna come darlin’?”

“I- I don’t know” you pant, panic rising in your chest at the unfamiliar feeling.

Joel hums behind you and you can hear his smirk. He fucks into you three more times before withdrawing completely and you go into shock, legs trembling violently, hips raising and you’re gushing, your wet release drenching the mattress between your knees

“Shit darlin’” Joel groans as you squirt, eyes locked on your pulsing cunt “Makin such a mess” He slips back into you, thrusting hard and fast and you’re on a high, each thrust pushing you even higher and higher. This time Joel doesn’t pull out, instead the pressure of your release forcing him out against his will.

You hear him growl behind you, fingers gripping your hips, holding your boneless body as he fucks back into you. You can feel Tess whispering praise in your ear but you can’t actually hear what she’s saying over the ringing in your ears.

Her hands gently hold you up, her breath hot against your neck as you clutch at her arms, nails digging into her flesh so hard that if you were more conscious you’d be concerned about drawing blood.

“One more darlin’, one more f’me c’mon” Joel’s slurring above you, thrusts faltering. You shake your head, feeling thoroughly fucked out despite the heat of a more familiar orgasm building. You don’t have the energy to fight it and you relax into it, cunt pulling him deeper, tightening around him. Tess nudges your jaw and you lift your head to meet her eyes.

“You can do it sweetheart” she pushes your damp hair out of your face, bringing your mouth to meet hers and it’s sweet, a stark contrast to the way Joel’s pounding into you from behind.

Joel’s grip on your hip tightens in warning and he starts babbling

“Look at ya, takin it so fuckin well. Such a pretty little cunt. So fuckin tight, don’t understand how you can still be so fuckin tight. Gonna be good for me, need you to come one more time, one more time darlin and I’ll fill you up” You don’t know who his babbling is for but you tighten further at his words, your orgasm sparking.

“Yes yes, fuck yes Joel please” you know you’ve never wanted anything more

“Yeah, y’gonna take it? Lemme fill you up n’ fuck a baby into you?” That’s it, that’s what breaks you, pleasure ripping through your body so hard it’s painful and you sob, tears flowing and chest heaving, mumbling incoherent nonsense as Joel continues to fuck into you.

“Good girl tha’s it. Gonna fill you up, leave you leaking” you can hear how tight his voice is, deep and gravelly and desperate. With a final thrust he buries himself as deep as possible, nudging at your cervix and it’s just the right side painful. “Fuck” You feel him swell as he comes, your abused cunt stretched around him, his fingers digging into your hips already leaving bruises.

Keeping his grip firm on your hips he kneels back, pulling you with him until you're pressed against him. He slips a hand between your thighs, brushing your oversensitive clit and you whine in protest. “No more, please”

“Okay, no more” He chuckles darkly “You did good, didn’t she do good?” he directs his question at Tess and she nods with a smirk

“She did” Warmth blooms in your chest at her praise and the tired smile she has on her face.

You can feel Joel soften inside you and you already miss the feeling, that is until you feel him slip out, followed by the wet heat of his release. You gasp at the feeling, you’ve never had anyone finish inside you before and it’s not entirely unpleasant. You kneel up, cum still leaking from you, adding to the mess on the bed sheets between your legs.

Tess is watching, eyes glazed as she sits up to run her finger through the sticky mess of your cunt before bringing it to her mouth, sucking with an obscene moan and a roll of her eyes. She pulls your lips to hers, licking into your mouth, you can taste yourself and Tess and something unfamiliar that must be Joel. Joel’s cock twitches against your backside and you’re both surprised and concerned, you can’t go again, your body is absolutely done, and thankfully Tess pulls away, a final chaste kiss before she addresses Joel

“Bill have what you went for?” she asks, her eyes dropping to damp curls between your legs

“Yeah” Joel breathes.

You don’t know what they’re talking about but you’re tired and your head feels fuzzy, ears still ringing and you need to lie down. Your knee brushes the wet spot as you move and you freeze “Shouldn’t we change th-”

“‘ll do it t’morrow” Tess mumbles, eyes flicking to the empty bed next to her expectedly and you join her without question. Joel moves then, coming to lay on your other side as Tess pulls you into her, wrapping her arm around your waist, always the big spoon.

Joel pulls the duvet that had fallen to the floor during your activities, throwing it over you all, immediately closing his eyes. You’re so tired, eyes feeling heavy but you don’t want to sleep yet. You want to soak this up, still unconvinced it’s not just a one time thing.

“What are you doing?” Joel mumbles, eyes closed but definitely still awake

“Nothin’” you lie, you’re watching him, basking in this sleepy-guard-down Joel, for only the second time since you’ve known him he doesn’t look like he’s on the verge of killing someone.

“Then go to sleep” he groans but turns his head towards you, his hand finding your knee, bringing it up to hook over his thigh, a silent acknowledgment of affection.

This, this playfulness with Joel, has seemingly come out of nowhere and the realisation has your jaw dropping.

“You knew” you state and Joel fucking smiles. You feel Tess’ smirk through the kisses to you shoulder and all of a sudden you feel incredibly thick

“You told him?” you ask

“He’s known the whole time” she confirms

“You spent two weeks living in my apartment, wearing my clothes and fucking on my bed, the whole place smelt like you when I got back” you bury your face into the pillow at his observation, you’d hoped he wouldn’t notice one of his T-shirts was missing but you feel the heat rising for a different reason when you wonder if he fucked Tess on bedsheets that smelt like you.

“You planned this?” you ask over your shoulder and Tess just hums with a smile “You could’ve just asked me”

“Where’s the fun in that?” she laughs, and you don’t think you know a more lovely sound than Tess laughing. Joel’s hand squeezes your knee under the covers and you know he thinks the same too.

Tess mumbles something like ‘going the fuck sleep’ into your hair and it’s not even a minute before her breathing slows and her arm around your middle becomes a dead weight.

As if the night wasn’t full of enough surprises, Joel’s fingers brush your jaw and when you open your eyes he’s watching you.

“This was a big deal for her. She didn’t wanna scare you off.”

You hum quietly, “Didn’t scare me off, could never” your speech is slurred, exhaustion quickly taking over

“I said no, at first, you make her happy and I didn’t wanna screw this up” that’s unexpected, honesty and vulnerability from Joel.

“Wait, we could’ve been doin’ this for longer?” Joel huffs a laugh in response, it’s genuine and the sound makes you feel fuzzy. “Guess we’ve got some catchin’ up to do” you mumble, you don’t register what Joel says in response, far too focused on what he’d said before.

‘You make her happy’

Happy is something you hadn’t been in a long time and you suspect, something Tess and Joel have been missing too. You make her happy, you’ve renewed her, pulling laughs and smiles with ease.

What’s that Fireflies saying ‘when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light’

That’s you. You’re the light. Tess started a fire within you and she’s been basking in the glow and now she wants to share your light with Joel and you’ll gladly let her.

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Alliance DDLC AU!

Made by Cat, aka Researcher Serif

(TW: suicide, death)

Welcome, one an’ all to our DDLC AU ft. @cosmica-galaxy's Alliance bois! this has been stewing for a while but I finally done it!

Since the Bois tend to go in trios, I added a two special guests; Veteran & Brown-Coated Cameraman!

Veteran here has a platonic/familial relationship with the Literature Club's resident human, you! But, when it comes to you, dear Viewer, it's another story altogether~.

Brown-coated Cameraman is also like Veteran in terms of relationship with you but also you as well.

Anywaes, I do hope you enjoy!

(Sorry in advance if the format is janky, I'm still experimenting styles for my writing.)

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[Close ups and extra commentary below!]

As a forewarning, I will being using -dere typings, a suffix to that derives from the Japanese onomatopoeia 'deredere' meaning 'lovey dovey' to describe characters that express their affection in different ways, or on different levels, for their personalities with a summarized explanation of what the -dere type is given.

(Also keep in mind that while they take the roles of the DDLC girls, their personality don't exactly match with them. They more take some aspects from them into their base personalities, which has been ever so lovely provided by Rus.)

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The Main Trio! Took some finagling around to put them in roles I think was most suited for them but I decided on this!

ღ⊱ | Sayori!Cameron |

His base personality is a Dereyandere, mostly a Deredere, a sweet and happy-go-lucky energetic type character, with hints of non-violent Yandere, an obsessive and lovesick character willing to go varying (usually extreme) lengths for their perceived beloved

In this AU, he's more ditzy than his base self and that's pretty much it. Not much change here really.

I chose him because his cheerful and jealous pouty nature just reminds me of Sayori and his yan side reminds me of the Act 4 ending should you choose to delete Monika's file resulting in Sayori becoming the Club President.

ღ⊱ | Yuri!Vee |

His personality is a Kuutsundere, mostly a Kuudere, a calm, and collected character type that usually appears stoic in nature, with hints of Tsundere, a prideful character that seems/acts harsh on the outside but is softer on the inside

In this AU, he's a bit shy and into strange literature like Yuri but no less stoic and mature like his base self

He also adopted the yandere tendencies, obsession with knives, and 'testing' them on himself as Yuri does when his personality values are tampered with

ღ⊱ | Natsuki!DJ |

His base personality is a Deredere with go-with-the-flow/chill vibes from my observations

In this AU, he's a bit more exasperated and possessive than his base self. He's still the chill and happy-go-lucky unit we all know but just a bit more mellow in the way he gets a little more defensive about his feelings towards you, both to you and those that seem to like you too

Basically, Nastuki's tsundereness somewhat cancels out his more joyfully energetic side a tad

Initially, he was in Sayori's role before I started swapping with Cameron for a while. They were going back and forth roles the entire time lol

I was nearly done with drawing this when I realize he'd probably be a bit better as Sayori, but again, I was almost finished so we get this!

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ღ⊱ | Monika!Veteran |

His base personality is serious and fatherly-inclined. He doesn't really align to any -dere types but if we were to stick to the whole -dere personality typing, the closest -dere type he'd be is a Jendere, a calm, gentlemanly, and distinguished character type.

There's more terms that attach itself to it like strict, fatherly, kind, and/or elegant which is why I thought this was the closest -dere typing for him

In this AU, he has more yandere tendencies that manifest in a similar way to that of Monika's own tendencies, just in a more guilty, conducted way seeing as he's the eldest, their senior, and shouldn't be causing the destabilization and deaths of his younger, junior club members because his deep love for you.

He's also younger in this AU considering DDLC's setting but that still doesn't offset the DILF vibes he got goin on lol

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ღ⊱ | You've achieved the Bad Endings! |

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Hey! You there, looking at the screen! You seemed quite startled when things didn't seem like what they were at first. Especially since you exited so suddenly.

Monika!Veteran's been... watching, among other things. He's been waiting for quite a while for you to return so he's just a bit... antsy, to say the least, so please, don't be too alarmed looking at him!

But, your back! So all is good! And now, without the others in the way...

ღ⊱ | Monika!Veteran | "Let us spend the rest of our eternity together. What do you say? Just the two of us?"

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Veteran likes to pat his child our resident human like any good dad senior he is!

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The Main Trio giving you some well deserved affection! Veteran seems to have his Dad Instincts™ involuntarily flare up at this though...

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And of course, to top it all off, we have a Bonus Alt! AU ft. Rus' Mimic Trio and special guest, Brown-coated Cameraman!

ღ⊱ | Sayori!Pal |

His base personality is a Deredere to the max. A chipper and friendly guy to literally everyone he meets

In this Alt AU, his personality hasn't changed much from his base one, really. The only difference is him being a tad clumsy and a bit more somber at certain times, which is from Sayori's clumsy demeanor and depression.

ღ⊱ | Yuri!Buddy |

His personality is a Kuuyandere, majorly a Kuudere with hints of non-violent Yandere

In this Alt AU, he's quieter than his base self and a bit more maniac in his yandere tendencies when his personality values are tampered like Yuri's in DDLC.

He's also has a bit of shyness in the form of hand fidgeting from Yuri's own habit.

ღ⊱ | Natsuki!Fiend |

His base personality is a Kuutsunyandere, mostly a Kuutsundere with hints of non-violent Yandere

In this Alt AU, his tsundere side is a bit more prominent. Still a smug bastard, he's much more susceptible to getting flustered by things that involve his emotions due to Natsuki's influence

ღ⊱ | Monika!Brown-Coated Cameraman |

His base personality is a Megadere, a Deredere whose love is more obsessive and fangirlish in nature, which is rather obvious to everyone else, and sometimes, the love interest themselves

In this AU, his personality is more that of a Yeredere's, similar to a Megadere but even more crazy and obsessive like that of a sweeter, mostly non-violent Yandere which comes from Monika's own yandereness

He also very much leans into Monika's 'why can't I just be the one for once?' as a person who has very strong feelings of love and longing slapped in him

He just loves you so much. Won't you stay with him? Forever?

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celabi · 1 year

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Let me preface this by saying many aren't here for this. But I want to hear if you have any angsty thoughts about creepmouche? What would make him bored in reader, and is there a possibility his obsessions could be redirected to some other person? Or how would he deal with a reader who outmatched his scummy energy and was too much to handle for him? If you have no thoughts, feel free to just not answer this ask, I'll understand, since this isn't the usual cup of tea served here! 💕 thank you so much for writing though!

Honestly… I don’t think reader could ever bore Scaramouche just because he is already way too far into his deep obsession. She (you) excites him way too much to the point where every thought in his head is pretty much revolved around her, leaving no space for any negative or doubtful thoughts that could taint the perfect image that he holds to her. Meaning there’s no way that he could ever think to love anyone that isn’t you, Because just the thought of being in the presence of another leaves a disgusted taste on his tongue.

I haven’t really added Scaramouche’s cannon betrayals in this Au, but maybe (not including his mother, Ei, who I plan on adding more interactions with down the line) he could of had two friends before he met you that had abandoned him, which had left a massive impact on certain questionable characteristics that maybe have overtime, fed into and slowly started to harbour his overbearing and possessive feelings— to the point where he has never thought to ever give up on you, or project these unhealthy feelings to another.

I’d say if reader had the same type of behaviour as him— like a hidden dark obsession or just being a straight up borderline yandere, he’s taking it as a win. With you being as weird as he is, he’s can finally put his embarrassment off to the side and no longer have to feel ashamed when he does these questionable things, like stealing your underwear and setting up cameras in your room. It excites him to think that there is a huge possibility you enjoy it as much as he does.

If you do share these tendencies— he knows that he’ll no longer have to worry about you falling for anyone other then him. He’s already a very jealous person, so if you voice your obsession towards him and distaste towards others, he’s grinning like a maniac and telling you that he always knew you were perfect for each other, like god had handpicked two lovers that were destined to be with each other for eternity. Because that’s how long he will love you.

Nothing is ever too much for him to handle— mainly because he is as far along into his obsession as he possibly can be. Meaning, he’d do absolutely anything for you without a second thought, as his pride lays long forgotten behind him. In his vision— everything you say is automatically correct and anything you do is absolutely perfect, nothing less.

Idk something like that 🤷‍♀️ thanks for the ask! It was really interesting, and very different from what I usually get— because everyone wants scara to be so love drunk for the reader l m a o <3 (me too but like)

i hope this was okay, but I just don’t see him falling out of his obsession, or loving another. I guess that’s what abandonment issues does to some people lol 💁‍♀️

#anon #scummy scara :(#yandere scaramouche

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Can I have yandere hc for devilman crybaby character?

I just went with my two favorites from the show.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, overprotective behavior, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, sabotage, blackmailing, isolation, abduction, violence, death

Yandere Devilman Crybaby Hc's

Fudo Akira

👿 Akira would fall for his darling before being possessed by the demon Amon in which case he'd be a very meek, shy and insecure yet very caring person. Too much of a coward to confess his feelings for his darling, he'd still go to rather questionable lengths at times such as following you around or just in general watching you a lot, eyes averting yours the moment you look at him. It's all he can do as words always fail him and coherent thoughts leave his head when you actually start a conversation with him. His shyness aside, Akira would be a really obsessed individual to the point where it's a bit creepy. He remembers things about you that he overhears others saying, is definitely the type to keep a few things that you might have lost and sometimes even scribbles down the words he can never say in front of you.

👿 After transforming into a Devilman, a few things change for him. With the increase of strength comes an initial wave of cockiness and suddenly he's approaching you far more often than he used too. Suddenly he isn't afraid to casually touch you or brush your hands although it doesn't escalate to something perverted. His possessive side has gone up together with his overprotective traits, especially once demons start lurking around more. He has less hesitation to be more violent and challenge even humans to fights if they get on his nerves by trying to woo you and you always have to stop him. He's stalking you still a lot of course since he's always worried that something might happen to you. I feel like as a human he would have been more oblivious to his unhealthy feelings but as a Devilman he seems to realize that his feelings and his behavior overall have worsened and so he does feel guilt at times.

👿 He cares about those he loves and his darling is the one he cares about most. Even as a human he's always felt jealous though although it was always accompanied by a sense of insecurity since he knew that most people didn't take him that seriously. The insecurities are gone for the most part when he becomes a Devilman and instead the jealousy is suddenly mixed together with a possessive urge to have his s/o for himseld. He's no longer someone who hides behind the corner and watches with clenched fists and a pained heart but instead squeezes himself quite literally in between you and the person who tries to make a move on you, shielding you behind his back and just giving them a withering glare. His appearance alone is all of a sudden very intimidating and once it becomes obvious for everyone that he feels something for you, a lot would think twice before trying to flirt with you again.

👿 As a human he would be weak and obviously scared but would overcome that fear of his every time you'd be in troubles. It might have happened that he got himself beaten up for your sake but saw it as worth it in order to protect you. No one took him serious back then though when he tried to threaten someone but failed miserably. Now, as a Devilam, the situation for Akira has changed significantly though. He's aware that he has become strong and that at times fills his chest with pride since he now can protect you better. He's no longer your shy and weak rabbit that would get scared of everything as he gets into a lot of fights suddenly whenever someone gets on his possessive or overprotective side. Whilst humans manage to spark his possessive side most of the time, demons are instantly associated with danger for you in his mind so he gets rid of them almost all the time.

👿 Abduction is an aspect that could inflict a lot of guilt on him since he knows that it's a morally wrong action. Akira is also a very protective guy though, especially after becoming a Devilman and seeing all the chaos the demons and even humans can create and how easily they can kill others. An abduction would precisely because of his experience and growing paranoia be an action out of a deep-rooted fear to lose you. Akira is still aware that it isn't something he should do but considering the situation he's in right now, he thinks of it as a safety measurement to keep you alive. You might hate him and fear him for finding out what he has become and what he has done to you but he'll take it over you dying and him having been unable to do anything.

👿 Even if he has grown more cocky and more possessive, he still retains his caring side for you. There are times where he's still easily flustered when in your presence and even if he's now strong, he's also scared of you finding out. His sexual need has increased a lot since becoming a Devilman so it has definitely happened that he masturbated to the thought of his darling for multiple rounds and there is a lingering sense of guilt and shame whenever he has done so. Ryo has known about you for almost as long as Akira has and probably was aware of his friend's crush before Akira was himself. Since Ryo is Ryo, he has teased his friend and you already a lot of times, more than often in somewhat rude and unsettling ways and he's probably all the more interested in seeing the relationship develop after Akira's transformation. Akira trusts his friend obviously but he can't help but keep a closer eye on you and stick closer to you when you're around Ryo. Miki is just very supporting. He’d probably be quite harmless if it wouldn’t be for the fact that his feelings sometimes just take control of him.

Asuka Ryo

👼 Ryo is a major red flag and an absolute menace so staying away from him would be the best choice. However, such fortune is not yours as soon as the man has taken an interest in you. He doesn't perceive it even as love or obsession at first, rather as a curiosity since somehow you caught his eye. Even then he already showcases various signs of obsessive behavior though and a borderline clingy and stalkerish behavior. You often catch him following around, pretty uncaring if he creeps you out by doing so or not. Straightforward and unashamed to ask you intrusive and highly personal questions that he shouldn't have to know about you. It escalates at one point as he hears from your friends and acquaintances that he has even started bothering them about you yet when you call him out for it and threaten him, he doesn't appear to be bothered at all. To your great shock you find out that Ryo always manages to manipulate the situation and talk his way out of any troubles.

👼 Once the young man comes to realize that his obsession has gone pretty far to the point of not being able to go back, he grows very possessive. I'd say he's smart enough to realize that his feelings are not something you'd view as normal nor would most people but he's quite apathetic about it. There's even this sick curiosity to see how this will turn out for both him and you as he's never felt quite that strongly about someone before besides maybe Akira. It's decided then and there though that he won't leave your life again. You bump into him even more than before as the man tries his best to weasle his way into your life, not even above sabotaging your relationship with others in order to get closer to you. He could definitely be cunning enough to hide the greater damage he inflicts on your social life and he does so at times for the sake of appearing more trustworthy in your eyes, sometimes he doesn't seem to care if you know though. He can't deny that he's a bit curious to see if you would be capable of still feeling affection for his true self.

👼 Ryo is confident about himself so I'd wager he's less jealous and instead more possessive about it all. He's definitely the type of Yandere who would love nothing more than have his darling all to himself and he looks quite literally down on everyone you interact with. He's unable to understand their appeal and he's not shy to speak his mind out which is a guarantee to insult whoever you're talking to at the moment. At one point he even spreads rumors that you two are dating and suddenly everyone you hang around with asks you about your boyfriend. You deny it obviously but as soon as he pops up, he's acting more affectionate and denies your cries of outrage of protest as shyness. Even without those rumors people avoid you due to the sheer unnerving eccentricity of Ryo as he makes almost everyone uncomfortable, including you.

👼 His possessive side is already quite bad as he drives away and scares all possibly competition he could have but his generally all but sane behavior makes it all even worse. Ryo is willing to kill everyone and manipulate your entire life if it means that he can keep you. He's fully aware that you'll end up being terrified but he doesn't care as long as he still gets to keep you. He doesn't shy away from killing people nor does he shy away from killing people. Interestingly enough there are times where he drags you willingly into danger only to come and save you at the last minute to force you to rely on him and trust him a bit more although he makes sure that situation can never escalate to the point where you get severely injured though. If you think that this is already quite cruel just wait until He's reverted back to being Satan where he becomes even more uncaring as long as he can keep you.

👼 Ryo is never quite sure whether he wants to imprison you or let you wander around outside although you're still the farthest thing from being free since he always watches you and has even trackers installed on you. So you kind of switch back and forth and it all seriously just depends on his mood. Sometimes he's more curious and wants to observe you in which case you're left to go on outside and do your daily tasks, as good as you can whilst being fully aware of his presence, at other times you're stuck in his expensive mansion where Psycho Jenny keeps an eye out over you when Ryo is busy and feels more possessive. After the destruction of humanity and after revealing his true identity as Satan, he constantly keeps you with him though, especially if we're talking about the scenario where Akira has died on him in which case Satan would be quite devastated and more paranoid to keep you close.

👼 What can be said for sure though is that you have never really a peaceful moment around Ryo. He's always there in your life and always rises some ruckus inside of it to watch in entertainment how you handle the situation at hand. It's quite disturbing how openly he talks with you about his feelings and the things he tends to do in a somewhat giddy tone since he never tells anyone else about it. He fully acknowledges that he makes awful choices in his life and harms and hurts others by doing so but it's all done for his own goals in mind and you just happen to be one goal of his. Once he becomes Satan, his obsession sort of grows as his darling is by that point pretty much the only human alive and his desire to keep them safe and with him only worsens. Akira's death influences that only more as he realizes how much he loved him and cared about him and in return only holds tighter onto you.

#yandere devilman crybaby #yandere dmcb #yandere akira #yandere fudo akira #yandere ryo #yandere asuka ryo #yandere satan

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chronicsinner · 1 month

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The HeadCanon's of ChronicSinner - Greed (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Hiya! I kind of wanted to post more of my original works on this account but unfortunately most of them have been deleted. Luckily though, I do have a lot of them stored else where, so here is one of my old works, edited a little so the writing is less shitty lmao. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Greed will look at attractive girls when they walk by, he can't help it! I mean after all, he is the personification of Greed and his cupidity runs deep within his core. Despite his vices, however, he would never actually cheat on you. He wouldn’t trade you for the world

On the same token, he is also the jealous type. (What, Greed being jealous? Who would've thunk' it!) He doesn’t like other men flirting with you and isn’t afraid to tell them off. He might even use the Ultimate Shield as a scare tactic.

Greed sometimes wishes he was human so he could grow old and experience things only humans can with you. He won't ever tell you this though, he wants you to view him as confident and he struggles with being vulnerable.

You are one of the only people he is willing to share things with. He may still be hesitant with certain things but he will eventually give in. "Hmph, fine go ahead.." he would sigh, handing you the item.

Greed likes to tease you, He will photo-bomb your selfies and will give you rabbit ears. He may also surprise you by sneaking up on you as the Ultimate Shield.

Greed is a big spoon and loves taking you into his arms. It comforts him knowing you are all his.

He calls you babe and doll as pet names.

Greed isn’t used to being romantic, struggling with it at times but he tries his best to show his affection. "Here, I found some flowers down at the supermarket. I thought you might like them."

Greed is very hesitant to say he loves you. He finds sappy stuff like that embarrassing. Its one thing to lie to seduce woman but its incredibly daunting to say something vulnerable and actually mean them. Despite his shyness, he absolutely ADORES you.

If He is caught blushing or being anything that makes him feel exposed, he will make a hasty excuse out of embarrassment. He will get even more agitated if you tell him you find this cute.

NSFW HeadCanons:

As previously touched on, Greed loves to tease you and he loves to make you beg.

Greed is a rough and sloppy kisser.

While Greed does lean more toward the dominant side of things.. This homonculus is a SWITCH, no doubt about it.

When Greed is dominant with you, he leans more into the dynamic of being a soft dom. Biting and sloppily kissing your inner thigh, whispering things as you fuck like "You are doing so good for me, doll.. Taking all of me like t-this.."

Because he is the embodiment of Greed, he can be possessive and isn’t afraid to leave hickeys or bite marks on you that take days or even weeks to heal. He will complain if you try to cover them up with clothing or makeup, wanting the world to know you belong to him. He doesn't mind if you leave marks on him, though he doesn't like it when other people notice.

Greed can become impatient if you tease him. Seeing what he does to you is a huge turn on. He loves seeing how much he can get you hot and bothered.

He will get annoyed if you refuse to sleep or flirt with him in his carbon form. He wants you to be into him both as a human and a monster. If you find him attractive in his Carbon form, it will give him a sense of pride when you two are intimate like that.

Greed loves it when you beg for him or even just express the simple desire for his attention; it fuels his ego. "Oh? Does my little doll need her man's affection? How cute."

#headcanons #headcanon #greed #greed the avaricious #greed homunculus #fma #fmab #fma brotherhood #anime #fma greed #greed x reader

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nevarroes · 3 months

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hello with the greatest of compliments i think cas is the cuntiest durge i’ve ever come across and i adore him and love the way u draw him and gort SM <3 what are some defining personality traits cas has or things that would become obvious about him if you knew him???

thank u so much, happy you like them🥺🙏🙏

as for his personality… idk how far youve read into Caslore (I need to link that tag in my pinned later brb) but in case you haven’t heard much of him let me just warn ahead of time that he’s not very pleasant, beautiful on the outside nd rotten inside archetype💜

If i were to just like… name some character traits sims-style then I’d say his memorable traits are that he’s short-tempered as hell and very easy to enrage. However aside from anger outbursts and how he acts with Gortash he’s actually more introverted than you’d think and someone that doesn’t tend to talk more than necessary with people he doesn’t care about, generally just has a very cold and icy vibe laced with a feeling of superiority over most if not all people. He’s also vain as shit and conceited, very proud of his looks and knows how to use them to get what he wants☝️ He’s disrespectful and doesn’t accept any type of authority (gods included), he’s blunt and he’s destructive due to his nature (devil that was tainted by the Abyss)

If you dig a little deeper and if you actually knew and analyzed him you’d know that a lot of his really horrendous traits are more or less a defense mechanism for his insecurities, Cas is really a deeply insecure and traumatized person at his core tbh but this is something he’d never accept or even know himself. Anyways on that note he is insanely possessive and jealous, approaches most things in a very “revenge on the world for what happened to him” manner, he’s emotionally constipated and he’s kinda sexist in an err…. misogynist gay man stereotype way. If you’ve never dealt with one irl to know exactly what I mean then be grateful but if u did… yeah😵‍💫 He also looks down on any non-infernal race nd he’s just a very hateful person in general that doesn’t wish well on anyone

I suppose to not completely just shit on him though I’ll say that he has great self control and restraint in many cases, hes a very disciplined person. Also when he does care (Gortash) he turns into a far more genuine person that does actually manage to show some affection but in a way where… for his own pride he needs to balance it out still with being rude and teasing and a bit of a bastard still. He’s also, again this is only with Gortash though, pretty devoted and protective and would give his life for him no questions asked even if he himself went through so many hardships before that just to stay alive to keep fighting for his own freedom (this is also kinda what it boils down to btw. person that was never truly his own man his whole life)

anyways hope that erm… gives a bit of an insight, its a bit more detailed than anticipated even if it’s still not quite everything but yeagh🙏

#blakemail #“relevant traits” but really its just a list of why Cas is a walking red flag #my beautiful princess with a disorder #gortcas hate-off wld go crazy but Cas has more free time to spend making peoples lives horrible #cas lore

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mrs-riceball · 2 years

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I thank the gods everyday for all the Toge dedicated blogs. For some reason I can definitely see him as a huge simp for his lover and/or crush ... like he'll full on have a whole fanpage of them. If you're still accepting requests, something similar to this would be really cute.

toge hates todo with a fiery passion, jealous because todo still. won’t. stop. hitting. on. you. (i promise this is relevant lol)

and you’re toge’s girlfriend so he gets angy and possessive whenever todo is around, making sure to hold you extra tight and stand between todo and you

but when he decides to make a scrapbook documenting every precious moment he gets to spend with you, he swallows his pride ends up going to todo for advice since todo is familiar with idolatry himbo rights matter

todo actually isn’t helpful at all, go figure, but does tell toge that “the key to worshipping an idol is to know and love every single version of them”

at first toge totally thinks that’s bs, and quite frankly a little creepy for someone who you’ve only shaken hands with multiple times, but then he thinks about it some more

there are so many sides of you to adore and love, so over time he takes candid pictures of you: sleeping, cooking, sweaty and worn out from training, on your phone, doing homework, tripping and falling flat on your face, anything. he’s surprisingly good at being sneaky about this

when you do catch him, he’ll shrug innocently and quiet any of your questions by kissing you, and how can you say no to him?

he keeps a note in his phone of both the wise and loving words which fall from your mouth, and he writes them down neatly on paper to cut out with crickety scissors

he also takes note of what your favorite memes he sends you are, and what kinds of tiktoks you send him. he prints out pictures of your favorite memes or types out quotes from them

and of course he holds onto anything and everything which you guys get on dates, from movie tickets to receipts from a run to the grocery store together

he also holds onto some of the notes he writes you that are really special to him

he does this for three months before you see the corner of the green scrapbook poking out from under his bed when the two of you are about to take a nap

he tries to tackle you onto the bed when he sees you notice it, but of course that makes you more suspicious

you finally open it and he’s blushing so much when you look through it, barely able to look at you, but also you’re so lovely he can’t bare to look away either

you’re a little upset but mostly impressed that he kept a secret from you for so long

he keeps pointing at pictures of you that he took, smiling, and frantically writing out what made him love you so much that day

you later find out he also somehow sneaks a picture of you looking at the scrapbook???

he buries his face in your neck and you literally can’t be upset with him at all because he’s such a sweetie and he did it because he loves you so much

the scrapbook lives on his bedside table now and he shamelessly takes infinite pictures of you now that you know

sometimes he asks you to write down things or give him things to put in the scrapbook to make it even more special

he also has a piece of paper with your perfume sprayed on it taped to the inside front cover, he likes to smell it before he goes to bed when you’re not with him (which is rare)

you’re glad that when you go away on missions he has something to make him a little less lonely because you know he worries about you so much

toge really just loves you a lot and he uses the scrapbook as a way to de-stress and remind himself how lucky he is to have you

[requests open]

#i literally have no idea how to write something short ever #inumaki #inumaki toge #jjk fanfiction #jjk x reader #inumaki x reader #inumaki x you #toge inumaki

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kindan-no-kanojo · 8 months

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💖 to Daisuke

A Less Spicy Shipping Meme

Send a 💖 and I’ll tell you what a relationship would be like with my character

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

They should meet to see how that goes, of course. Out of vibes only though? I think it can be cute. Daisuke struggling to keep up with the times is funny (and tragic) but then Scarlett is also struggling so they can bond over that lmao 😭 I've read he's like a spoiled Prince so I wonder how prideful he would be and if being part of the Víbora clan makes it off limits to be with a Ghoul... 🤔

Would they...

Make the first move? Yes | No

For starters, Founders and their subraces scare her lol. At first, when she knows about their race, she might be too cautious, since she knows how powerful they are. She would open up if he does, though.

Say “I love you” first? Yes | No

Same deal as usual lol. If they grow closer, she might sneak out to see him and give him gifts uwu

Cheat on them? Yes | No

My girl is loyal 😤

Be the jealous type? Yes | No

I wonder about this one- I still don't know much about Daisuke, I wonder if his struggles keep him away from people or he's still confident/outgoing in spite of his situation. But she'll be possessive if they get closer anyway lol

Plan the dates? Yes | No

My shippy heart senses some kind of forbidden love so maybe they arrange meetings beforehand 👀

Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No

Hard to tell. Because in the midst of the royal tension she might be more alert than flirty lol. They might need to be completely alone, and maybe she would. Unless he does it first

Remember anniversaries? Yes | No

BOLD WHAT APPLIES

Their relationship is...

It occurred to me that it could have the potential for a secret relationship 😩 Maybe they start liking each other but can't be together in the open cuz hierarchy and clan stuff (?) But they have something behind the scenes,, Maybe 👀

PUBLIC Displays of Affection

PRIVATE Displays of Affection

Do they stay together?

They could be soff when they are together for all the time they can't even look at each other. Maybe they would figure it out eventually, but rn they can't be true to themselves fully in this made-up what-if scenario 😭 I gotta say that the angst possibility is nice and secret relationships have so much potential imo 😩✨ because even if he didn't care about his pride and position his family could be against it, the possibilities are endless 🏃🏻‍♀️ I hope I didn't have a lot of things wrong tho lol. Hopefully they can interact and see where that goes uwu

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

I'm gonna be cheesy af and say that Scarlett would use Daisuke's similarity to Daisuki (I like you/I love you) and roll with that word game 😭 I can't think of something for him though, I could think of things like 'My Lady' or 'Darling' to tease her back, but perhaps he's more creative than I am lmao. Maybe he calls her a Red Devil too, come on 🗿 kskdkd

#📭asklett #scarlett wakahisa #viper-brothers #watch me mess up horribly lmao 🗿 i suck at predicting FKDKFK but im curious about them 👀#💖ships

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gavillain · 1 year

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Hihi! I love your writing, and your Maleficent writing tips are quite helpful! Do you have any tips on writing the Evil Queen as well?

Thank you so much! And sure, off the top of my head...

Much like Maleficent, you have to contextualize her as a character written for a mainstream audience in the 1930's so her speech shouldn't be too archaic or too modern and she's not really the type to use a ton of purple prose that young people wouldn't understand.

The biggest thing to understand about Grimhilde is that she has two distinct personalities, and they don't/shouldn't blend unless you're specifically doing something intentional with her character to where they would. You have the regal and elegant queen, and you have the sadistic and over the top witch.

As the queen, you're going to want to have a very controlled and poised persona. Every detail and every word is carefully chosen to put forth an image of being the Fairest One of All and the fearsome queen of the kingdom. She's slightly softspoken, but she's firm and commanding with assertive presence to every line. This is not a woman who can be argued with. She tends not to show her emotions very much on the surface, and usually when she emotes, it's in her eyes (particularly rage).

The witch form, on the other hand, is loud, over the top, hammy, and cackling. She has a dark and sadistic sense of humor, and she shows all of her emotions very physically and viscerally whether that's fury or wicked glee. Her speech is a lot less refined as well; she speaks more like a commoner with more colloquialism endemic to the time of the film ("I'll fix ya!"). Basically think of her as Grimhilde letting loose in contrast to the queen being very tailored and specific.

She's not insecure, she's not jealous of Snow White, she's prideful. There's a difference. She believes herself to be the greatest thing in history, and Snow White is a rival to that. She DETESTS a rival. She also does not care if there are alternate ways to deal with the situation. If someone rivals her, she wants them dead for the insolence of opposing her, intentionally or not.

This woman is obsessive and myopic - when she wants something, she laser focuses on it and will stop at nothing to get it done. The things that she prioritizes (mainly being the Fairest One of All) are all that matters to her. She's not one for distractions or for having her fingers in multiple pies at once.

She's also one of the cruelest and darkest Disney Villains. She will take things to any murderous length that she deems necessary, and woe to anyone who earns her wrath!

Magic wise, in the actual film we really only see her working with potions, but she has numerous books on spellcraft. Plus in the Romano Scarpa tie in comics and in the Kingdom Keepers books, she has a lot more occult abilities than she uses in the movie. She's full of magic spells and witchcraft. If you want to treat her as just an alchemist based on what we see in the film, you would certainly be justified in that, but I personally think it's more holistically canon to have her possess greater dark magic than that.

#Queen Grimhilde #Evil Queen

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?

Silly girl, you chastised yourself.

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.

You were fuming.

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff.

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?”

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

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ethereal-blossom · 3 years

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jealousy, jealousy

summary: how would a few of my favorite bsd characters react if they were jealous? part 1. Pairs: dazai x reader | chuuya x reader.

warning(s): none

this is the updated version that i personally recommend reading instead!

so, i feel like dazai isn't the type to get jealous easily?

he's rather more of a possessive kind of type. i mean, he's quite confident in his looks and charm with good reasons.

but still, that doesn't mean he'll appreciate someone flirting with you. especially if dazai really loves you, he wouldn't want to risk losing you to anybody.

if dazai is jealous, he isn't an angry kind of jealous. his eyes would narrow and turn cold while his smile is robbed from any warmth, his brain calculating already twenty-five ways to get your attention back on him, only him.

imagine if you were at the cafe below the armed detective agency and dazai walks in and sees someone trying to flirt with you.

he's not surprised because who wouldn't want the heart of such a gorgeous human being? however, dazai is absolutely ready to show that your heart already belongs to him.

dazai would honestly radiate confidence walking over to you. it's dazai. he's not going to sit there and watch somebody trying to seduce you. it both irritates and amuses dazai how they think they have a shot.

and when dazai comes over to you with an exaggerated cheerful attitude, he slides an arm around your waist to push you tightly against him. "belladonna! it's such a pleasure to see you here." next he kisses you gently but intense. "how are you, love?"

if that one person still doesn't get the hint and stays over to keep flirting, it's game on. literally dazai hands are all over you: his hand caressing the curve of your neck, fingers running through your hair, a hand on your thigh, hand placed on your shoulder- anything to remind everybody who you belong to again i feel like dazai is rather the possessive kind of type but obviously you belong to yourself.

however, if they still have the nerve, dazai is going to play mental tricks on them. i mean, your man has a talent of getting under people's skin. so, this will definitely do it.

nevertheless, if dazai is jealous because you spend more time with a friend or a colleague, he uses a different approach (since he feels less threatened): the whiny approach. dazai would totally act on his clowns performance in the hope to catch your attention.

is literally going to be on cloud 9 if you give him attention.

or better said, that is the reaction he shows on the outside. from the inside, he's relieved.

he trusts you, but damn did this man go through some shit-

chuuya isn't necessarily possessive or someone who gets easily jealous. again, he trusts you. however, he is also a bit cough hot tempered and prideful.

let's say you're waiting for chuuya in the bar and somebody takes the opportunity to flirt with you.

oi, who's that? chuuya thinks when he enters the bar and sees how flirty this person acts around you. are they really- okay, who is it who has the audacity to flirt with you?

chuuya can see why because you're bloody gorgeous and everybody who can't see that is blind... but his fist itches seeing how close that person is standing next to you.

okay, maybe he should give them the benefit of the doubt? so chuuya walks towards the two of you. he gently wraps his arm around your waist but you can feel how his grip is tighter than usual. after chuuya greets you with a kiss on the corner of your lips, he introduces himself to the person next to you.

when the person is still trying to flirt with you even after seeing your significant other, chuuya experiences a roller coaster of emotions. first, disbelief: do they not understand you are taken? was the kiss not enough? the intimate touches? the nicknames? are they DUMB? secondly, anger: who do they think they are trying to steal you away from him?

you can feel chuuya slightly shaking next to you. his tight grip now feels almost claiming like he was desperate to keep you next to his side.

that's when chuuya will be straightforward with his thoughts. he would step between you and the person, look them right in the eyes and say: "listen mate, i do not appreciate the way you're flirting with my significant other. you better leave or else-"

listen, chuuya is small but that threatening glare of him, the clenched fists and the anger he radiates is a clear message to run which this person obviously does.

nevertheless, if chuuya is jealous because you're spending more times with friends or a colleague, i think he's not that bothered by it?

if chuuya feels like you two don't spend enough time together though, he will plan a date that will fit both of your schedules and treat you like the treasure you are.

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ff-imagines · 2 years

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Yandere HC: Spicy Gluten

My take on a yandere Spicy Gluten. Just a heads up, yandere Gluten is…. Well, she’s not very nice.

Mature content, Minors dni.

The basics:

• ok she’s mean. Straight up she’s a meanie.

• she’s the type to really try her best to push you away.

• like, not in a “haha nooo Jason stoppp haha” kinda way in a “go away I legit hate you” way.

• if you’re an actual saint and still extend an olive branch for a friendship, she’s intrigued and impressed.

• still mean though.

• her liking to you starts as just an acceptance that you want to be in her life.

• eventually the thought process goes to “well, if they wanna stay with me so damn bad, I guess I’ll just make them one of my personal possessions.”

• the more time she spends with you, the more she gets a taste of what it’s like to be treated nicely… she’s keeping you. End of story.

• the whole reason she likes you so much is because she likes being needed, it’s nice to have a little human need her protection and her attention, it’s nice to coddle someone who depends on you.

• she does her best to degrade to a point where you need someone to build you back up- and luckily for you, that’s when she steps in with her silver tongue.

• a unique trait is that she sees you as her actual possession. A person, yes, but a possession none the less.

• she does not feel the typical “yandere obsession” that you’d expect, she just doesn’t like when peope fuck with what belongs to her.

• surprisingly she’s also extremely jealous. possibly even more surprisingly, she doesn’t ever blame that jealously on you. The other party gets her full punishment, while she whisks you home where she can worry over you in her own condescending way.

• god forbid the offending party touched you. If they are ever found it would be in pieces.

• it’s less of a trust in you as an assumption that you could never be stupid enough to think that would ever accomplish anything.

Do they kidnap?

• sorta. She isn’t above kidnapping, but she’d much rather you stay close to her according to your own wishes. It just kinda feeds her pride.

• if you start to fight against her she has no qualms taking you away from everyone else and keeping you in the Anti-Human League hideout- which means more of her friends can keep an eye on you.

• which means Boston lobster in gonna be your baby sitter. And he can be even meaner than she is, if you’re not careful.

• for your own interest, be careful lmao.

What are their rules?

• She has an extensive list of what she expects from you, but the list is mainly there just to wear you down.

• most of the rules are really weird, sometimes contradict, and most importantly- virtually impossible to achieve all of them daily.

• that’s the point though, she’s just looking for an excuse to punish you and get her point across.

• that point being, fall in line and do what she says.

• with time the list simply becomes be good, don’t fight against her, don’t run.

What are punishments like? Would they ever purposely hurt you? Would they regret it?

• yea like I said she’s fuckin mean.

• most of her punishments come in the form of degradation, or at least, harsher degradation than usual.

• the worst of punishments are really only reserved for the worst of behavior, like physically attacking her or trying to run.

• then it gets to physical punishments, she doesn’t carry a whip around just to be scary. She knows how to use it.

• she feels no remorse for giving you punishments. In her eyes you simply should have known better than to test her.

How do they react to escape attempts?

• …. Poorly.

• I fear for your kneecaps. Legitimately.

• lots of guilt tripping and very sharp words, and eventually she just… ignores you.

• no degradation, no more punishments, no attention.

• she waits for you to break out of loneliness and apologize on your own. She’ll feign like she’s thinking about whether or not to forgive you, but she always will. She likes you too much, unfortunately. (For her, it’s very fortunate for your situation lmao.)

Nsfw hc?

• oh boy

• she is the ultimate teaser/edger.

• she tends to really tie you tight, rile you up to a point of desperation, and then just… leave for a while.

• she really likes to drive the point home that you need her, for everything.

• she likes to inflict a little pain, but it’s not as extensive as you’d think.

• she prefers to save intense pain for actual punishments- speaking of which, she isn’t above giving painful sexual punishments.

• impact play, candle wax that’s just a little hotter than usual, and overstimulation to the point of actual pain are her go-to’s.

• wouldn’t reject knife play if it gets her point across.

• overstimulation is fairly common, but never to the… degree it’s given in punishments.

• she’s a dacryphilliac for sure.

• her ultimate kinks are that she loves to make you go brainless, and she loves to make you beg.

• adores getting you to point where you can’t even babble one coherent word and then demands you to beg her for more. It’s just so cute seeing how you sputter for a grasp on basic language.

• loves toys. whatever tool gets you to cry faster, she’s using it.

• she loves to ghost her fingertips and lips around your neck and shoulders to find all the little places where you’re most sensitive to attack with bite marks. The bruises she leaves are intense, she likes them to last a while.

What are the quiet moments like?

• quite nice, all things considered.

• as time wears on they happen more often too.

• as long as you behave, of course.

• she loves to feel your shock as she touches you kindly, giving a rare word of praise.

• even if she’s cold hearted and mean, the moments where she gets to build you back up and savor your need for gentle affection is what she really basks in.

Her skin always ran warm. Like holding onto a mug of lavender tea in the morning. You let your eyes fall closed as her hands came to brush a lock of hair that has fallen in front of your face, perfectly relaxed as your head lays on her lap.

You breathe slowly, enjoying this moment of respite. Sighing deeply, you felt your conscious mind slipping away from you as Gluten ghosted her fingers down your side to rest at your waist, tracing little patterns into your side.

Peaceful. She thinks. So peaceful, comfortable. How had you let yourself ever get comfortable within her grasp? You don’t think even you know what had drawn you to the woman who loved to degrade you, to own and control you.

Or perhaps that is precisely what it was.

You’d been exceptionally good lately. Despite a voice in the back of her mind chastising her for this moment of softness, she couldn’t bring herself to punish you for finding comfort with her.

Whispers of venom lingered in her thoughts as she stroked your skin with her thumb. Humans leave. Humans die. Humans live to hurt you, hurt others, hurt other humans. The familiar image of a girl, a simple orphan looking to help those around her conjured within her mind. A familiar image of other humans taking the girl away from Gluten, of inflicting immeasurable pain, of the girl she knew fading away before her eyes.

Her arrival to your restaurant was unexpected, your acceptance of her even more so. She found herself even more aggravated by the notion that you didn’t hate her, that she couldn’t hate you for everything she tried.

The insults, the fighting, the many, many times she’s simply given you a cold shoulder. None of it worked. You always… tried. Always tried for her.

She’s remembered the first time she allowed you to come close to her, truly close. She’d found you outside, sat in the grass with your knees tucked to your chest, even from afar she could see the way you shook from the force of your sobs, through your obvious attempts to be silent.

She has no idea why she approached you, why she lowered herself to sit next to you in the disgusting mud and brought your head to rest on her chest. She hasn’t the slightest clue why she didn’t sneer and laugh at you for how much harder you cried as you clung to her, feeling an arm snake around you to pull you closer while the other hand brushed away the strays hairs that clung to your tear stained cheeks.

She should have laughed. Should have watched as you sniffled and cried at her feet, she should have made you cry even worse.

Something twinged in her chest as she felt her skin grow wet from your sobs. She didn’t know at the time who had made you upset, but she would. And they would never get the chance to make you upset again.

Another sigh left you as your mind finally slipped into a calm slumber. Looking down to your sleeping face, she traced her finger along your jaw, slipping a hand under your head to gently reposition your neck into a more natural angle.

You weren’t fading away. Not like the others. She wasn’t wrapped around your finger, no. You were wrapped around hers. She’d made sure that you’d needed this, needed the feeling of her skin. She’d made sure that when you thought of fear, when you thought of anger and despair, you thought of her. She’d made sure that when you thought of gentleness, when you thought of warmth and softness, you thought of her. Gluten had made sure that every thought and feeling you had relied on her. Living without her would never grace your mind again. And while she’d never tell you, living without you would never grace hers again either.

It's just such a nice feeling to be totally and utterly relied on, Gluten internally remarks to herself.

#yandere #yandere food fantasy #food fantasy #food fantasy x reader #ff spicy gluten #spicy gluten #ff spicy gluten x reader #spicy gluten x reader

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Can we have a general yandere typing for the TW dorm leaders or your favorite dorm pls?

This is very, very general (it has to be, if I’m going to fit seven different characters into the same post), but I hope it covers what you’re looking for! I’ve been meaning to write a ‘darkest fantasy’ drabble for the dorm-heads but,,, this’ll have to do, for now.

The NRC Dorm Heads as Yanderes.

TW: Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Dehumanization, Implied Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, Mentions of Non-Consensual Touching, Mentions of Blood, and Implied Violence.

Riddle is Domineering.

He can’t change what he is, and even if he could, he wouldn’t see the need to. Riddle loves you, he loves you so, so much, but to him, you’re so reckless, so impulsive, so inept, it makes his underclassmen seem cautious, in comparison. He worries less for your safety than he does for your carelessness. He doesn’t think you’ll impale yourself on a banister or trip and manage to break your neck, and yet, he’s managed to convince himself that, the moment you’re left into your own devices, you’ll twist, distort, manage to take something that’s so precious to him and turn it into something perverse, something that doesn’t deserve to have a caretaker so devoted. If he has to take a few hours out of his busy schedule to make sure you understand why he’s so adamant that you obey him, then so be it. He’d rather have a perfect, prized doll who can’t meet his eyes without trembling than someone he doesn’t even know, someone he can’t even love. Someone who won’t let him love them, even when he’s made it so clear that if he suffocates you, it’s only because you've forgotten that you can only breathe because he lets you.

Leona is Jealous.

It’s such a classic younger-sibling complex, isn’t it? It’s not that he’s possessive, he’d be more than fine with carving you up and handing out the pieces if he knows who he’s sharing with, but he’s had a say in so little, he’s had so much snatched out of his grasp before he knew better than to let it go, he can’t stand the though of losing you like that, too. He needs to monopolize your time, your attention, he needs to monopolize you, because if he doesn’t someone else is going to come along to do it for him, and he knows they won’t treat you half as well as he will. It’s why he’s so quick to pull you away from conversations he didn’t give you permission to be a part of. It’s why he can’t seem to go five minutes without insulting your friends or implying that you could cling to him as much as he clings to you, even when the two of you have been along for hours. It’s why he’s so desperate to bite into your neck and burrow his nails under your skin and leave proof of his existance, if only to satisfy that repressed, buried, primal part of himself that just wants something he can own. And he will own you, by the time he’s done. He tends to be thorough, with the things he’s so determined to see play out.

Azul is Paranoid.

There’s a connotation with this kind of alignment that might be a little misleading, when it comes to Azul. He’s manipulative, too. He’s obsessive and he’s controlling and he’s so many other things, but above all, he’s terrified by the idea that one day, you might decide that he’s just some pathetic, pitiful bottom-feeder and move on to someone’s who’s worthy of you. His mindset seeps its way into his behavior visibly, tangibly, blatantly, whether or not he’s willing to admit it. A dozen locks on your bedroom door, a new contract he’s gone over a hundred times, a thousand kisses and a thousand promises and a thousand hours spent clinging to your waist, his face buried in your chest as he begs you to never make him let go. He feels like you’ll slip away if he doesn’t hold you close, like you’ll find a loophole or a way to leave him and he’ll never be able to get you back. It doesn’t help that he responds so reflexively to any change he didn’t acconut for. He can make all the plans in the world, contrive as many schemes as he’d like to, but all of his preparations won’t stop him from reacting so harshly when you say something he doesn’t want to hear or do something he didn’t see coming. Above all, he needs you to love him. He won’t respond well to any evidence of the contrary.

Kalim is Smothering.

You have to understand, he really, really thinks he’s just being the best boyfriend he can possibly be. Kalim is naive, like that. He loves you, and he doesn’t know better than to show that love off any way he can and every way he can. It kind of sweet, if you look at it like that. How is he supposed to know you wouldn’t enjoy receiving his gifts as much as he enjoys piling them onto you? You never told him how much his endless parties overwhelm you, so why would he ever stop throwing them? You always bite at your lips and look away and try to cover yourself when he gives you something pretty to wear, and Kalim just thinks you’re so beautiful, so wonderful, it’s only natural that he’ll - playfully, of course - pull you into his lap and go on about all the many reasons he loves you, layering on compliments so thickly, it’s only a matter of time before they start to seep into your lungs and force out the air. Remember, he’s blind to anything he doesn’t want to see, so by the time he finally crosses one too many lines and forced you to snap, he’ll be so caught off-guard, so heartbroken, he won’t know what to do besides buckle-down and give you more, force you to take more. He’s a simple man. If his antics were enough to make you snap at him, surely, more gifts, more attention, more love will only make things better.

Vil is Narcissistic.

This one speaks for itself, really. You might manage to worm your filthy little way into his heart, you might find a way to root yourself there and drive him to the point of near-insanity, but no matter how dear you are to him, no matter how much he loves you, you’ll always be second to the man himself, you’ll always be less than, compared to Vil. It shouldn’t be such a problem, he already acts like he should be the pinnacle of all mankind’s aspirations, but it’s taken to a new extreme when it comes to his closest companion. He expects to be doted on, to be worshiped, and when you’re not busy tripping over yourself to tend to his every desire, you should be hanging off his every word, letting him do whatever he’d like to because you’re just so honored he’d take a moment out of his day to look after you. If it takes a love potion or several, he’ll find a way to live with it. That’s the thing about a mentality like Vil’s, an obsession focused inward that just so happens to brush against someone it’s not meant to - he doesn’t really care about the parts of you that don’t lead back to him. Your health, your happiness, it’s all on the table if he has a chance to take hold of what he wants. He’s always been ambitious. You shouldn’t be surprised when he approaches your love with the same cut-throat attitude.

Idia is Possessive.

If it’s any help, he wants to lock himself away from the rest of the world just as much as he wants to isolate you. You’re the one person he can stand to be around, the one voice he’ll never get tired of, the one pair of eyes he knows will never judge him, even if he’d prefer that you call him more affectionate nicknames, as he explains that he’s just trying to keep the two of you content and alone. He’s greedy, when it comes to you, but that’s not his fault. He gets… sensitive, when you start to focus on other people, when you let other men touch you like they have any right to put their hands on something he deserves to keep to himself. It leads him to some habits he’s not proud of, some reactions that don’t exactly encourage you to indulge his more questionable habits, but while Idia still wants to be able to hide in your arms and ramble on to the only person he knows will listening, he stops caring about how much you want to embrace him, eventually. The world’s already so unfair in so many ways, and no one knows that more than Idia. He doesn’t think he’ll mind if you begin to think he’s as much of a disgusting freak as he already knows he is.

Malleus is Apathetic.

He wants to care. Don’t forget that - he really, really wants to care about your feelings, your interests, your happiness, all of it! He tries to care, too. Not a day passes where he doesn’t make an attempt to get you to smile, to coax out a hint of fondness from your scorned little heart, to sort through all the betrayal and the hurt and the pain and find something redeeming, something that proves he’s not making you any more miserable than he has to. He’ll give you what sparse freedoms he can, keeping your leash as slack as he can afford to, but when you take a step too close to an open window or refuse to hold his hand or he just decides it’s been a few minutes too long since you last swallowed your pride and showed him the affection he strives after like a touch-starved puppy, he never hesitates to pull you back to his side and ignore how violently you’re choking as he takes whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. He never feels guilty, either, not for the act itself. He’ll fret over the hatred in your eyes, he’ll loath himself whenever you flinch at the first signs of his touch, but in the back of his mind, he knows he deserves what he rips away from you. He’s doing you a favor. Humans are so fragile, so delicate, so easily tricked, and as a prince, a prodigy, a source of unadulterated power, he’s the only suitable candidate when it comes to keeping you safe, to guarding you as fiercely as dragon guards its hoard. He protects you, and he treats you like royalty while doing it, so he wants something in return. He doesn’t think he’s asking for a lot, considering how much he’s been denied.

You should just count yourself lucky Malleus might feel a little bad, by the time he’s done. At least he won’t leave you as bloody as he could, after he’s finished.

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kiss4kazu · 4 years

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ooh! can i request something spicy?? maybe headcanons of claude, dimitri, and felix’s kinks?

spicy hcs | dimitri, felix, claude

this is combo between just kink hcs and also how first times being freaky w these three go hahhahahahhahah screams. this is not safe for kiddos so proceed with caution folks

felix <3

whew, okay. sweats. um

so the first time u and felix do the do was definitely not planned. things tend to escalate a lot with felix when it comes to intimacy. pecks goodnight lead up to make out sessions and all of a sudden his hand is down your pants and you’re honestly not complaining.

felix is definitely more of a giver than a receiver, not because he liked giving, but because he liked being in control. he liked seeing you writhe beneath him and all that jazz.

he’d definitely deny you from reaching your high multiple times, partially to draw out the activity since you tend to come quite quickly beneath his touch but also because hearing you whine his name helplessly was a really big fucking turn on and he always swelled with pride knowing he was the only person who can turn you into a sobbing mess.

felix has 2 moods. his soft and pliant types of fucking, and his arrogant, i’m big bad felix fraldarius and my cock is 30inches long type of fucking. he knows hes hot, he knows he has a pretty dick, might as well utilize it.

he hates praise when it’s ingenuine, for things intangible that he hadn’t earned himself. when it’s people praising him for his title or the power of a fraldarius battalion.

but praise when it comes from you? when it’s you letting him know just how amazing he feels inside of you, how with every thrust of his hips your brain short-circuits and your eyes water with unspilled tears? when it’s you not being able to even form coherent words anymore because felix fraldarius is throbbing inside of you... yeah, that kind of praise. it does wonders for him and his dick.

he’s also into hair-pulling

and overstimulation

hes also rly rly easily jealous like if someone else was making eyes with you or perhaps you were giggling a little too loudly with some handsome noble he’d just yank you away and march u up the stairs to his dormitory before kissing you hard

he’s the type to make u beg and be rly possessive he’d just fuck you so ruthlessly hair stuck to his skin, panting “you’re mine. mine. say it” and u would just cry bc why tf he so sexy hello-

as mentioned in my kissing post, felix sucks the life out of you when he kisses you so it’s only logical that he fucks the life out of you too.

im kidding ofc!! not rly

although he’s on the giving end of things, it’s still completely self-indulgent, felix gets off just knowing he’s getting you off because he’s a sexy narcissist like that.

but on some days, he really really wanted you to know he cared a lot about you.

felix isn’t the best with words, but he was really good with his tongue, so things usually worked out okay. he’d kiss you, everywhere. every inch of you, leaving hickeys in even the most visible places because who fucking cares. you were his, he needed you to know that. he needed everyone to know that.

he can be sensitive sometimes too, make love, if you will.

he has to be rly emotional tho, so it’s probably after something eventful happens in his life. like when the kingdom takes back fhirdiad, or wins the war. or when he’s sleepy and tired and wakes up hard and is just too lazy to put on his big bad scary persona.

sleepy felix is submissive felix, aka my favorite felix. sleepy horny felix is all whiny and blushy and just wanted to come and he absolutely despised himself for it

you were well aware of how much he hated himself for being soft and needy, but that made teasing him all the more fun.

so yes, some nights felix would fuck you brainless and soak in the sound of your voice crying out his name helplessly. but on other nights, felix would lay down, his hair splayed against the pillow, your fingers twirling his locks and tugging gently as your other hand jerked him off, lips pressed against his as you breathed in his whines and grunts.

hearing him whine was a really rare sight, but it did slip out occasionally, when you squeezed the base of his member unexpectedly or when you took him deep into your throat and swallowed around him. felix really likes fucking your mouth.

yeah felix is an emotionally constipated sex god

claude !

whew lord.

ok so claude, my sweet, cheeky, little shit <3

the first time probs wasnt even intentional with him either he was just teasing you a little too much and things got a bit carried away but it’s a great time nonetheless

doing the do with claude is probably a rollercoaster ride, he would literally never shut up and would just say the most stupid things and you’d hate yourself for still being so desperate for his touch because somehow in between his terrible jokes and merciless teasing he whispered complete filth into your ears.

he’s a master of dirty talk, chuckling against the shell of your ear at the sound of you choking out a sob at his words, tugging at your earlobe just to spur you on even further.

“don’t tell me you’re clocking out already?” you’d just glare at him in frustration despite your flushed cheeks and he’d kiss you on the tip of your nose and laugh in amusement at your misery

he’ll literally do everything but fuck you, covering every inch of your skin in love bites, especially your chest. he’d literally eat you out or suck you off until you were dizzy but if you want him inside of you, he’d definitely make you beg.

if you ever tried to get smart with him… um, he’d uh .. p-punish you

not like in a pain kink type of way he’d just pull out right before you could nut and would laugh maniacally in your face afterwards because that’s what you get for being a smart ass ! denying u from coming is basically how he punishes u so its a pretty long night but claude’s really really good with his tongue so you’re guaranteed to come like 3 times at minimum anyways

he’d devour you, all smirks and with eyes filled with mirth and he wouldn’t give in until you were absolutely wrecked under him.

he’s very um… dominant, i would say

but not an aggressive dom, definitely a playful dom who enjoys edging and teasing a bit too much

he’s also pretty experimental, i can see claude as a bit of an exhibitionist also, he’d probably fuck you in the cathedral just for shits and giggles

but he is human and despite how much of a little shit claude is he’s just as wrecked as you he’s just much better at hiding it

he’d probs quit the teasing once he himself can’t handle it anymore

and wow uh thats when claude gets all sensual

when claude’s kind of in overdrive and completely uncoordinated just messily thrusting over and over again to finally get you both to that place thats when he becomes all romantic and lovey

would compliment you to no amounts end, call you all sorts of pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby, etc.

his messy curls would stick to his skin, his forehead pressed firmly against yours, verdant eyes blown wide maintaining eye contact with you just for that extra level of intimacy because watching you when you’re like this really drives him over the edge.

he’d pant against your lips, kiss you roughly and somehow find it in himself to even let out an amused laugh because he’s having sex and that’s kind of funny for some reason

claude’s pull-out game probably a1 but idk he’s possessive in less conventional ways so i feel like he’d get off to the thought of releasing inside you and watching him drip down your thighs bc yea

claude is also the king of aftercare let it be known

he’d have so much energy after sex for some reason like he’d just hop right up clean your bodies, fetch you tea if you wanted some and curl up with you resting on his chest, running his fingers over the skin of your arms tenderly and smiling softly to himself when exhaustion takes over you and you slip into a warm slumber against his chest.

i love him bye

dima

ok so dimi is a busy busy boy and even when he does have free time he’s never entirely there his mind is always kind of somewhere else u know

he’s always struggled w getting a proper night's rest and always overworks himself into hysteria

so, as his lovely s/o, you presume a nice session to destress will help loosen those knots in his muscles and all that chaos whirring around in his mind

you were thinking a nice trip to the sauna or something

but dimi had other ideas

he’d just look at you and his gaze would darken all of a sudden and with just a glance at him you already feel the wind being knocked out of you

it would be rly sudden, like dimitri’s just rly needy all of a sudden and he’s taking whatever you’ll give rly he has so much pent up stress and needs some form of release and he’s so so emotional and touchy and won’t stop kissing you with so much fervor and desperation

dimi is 1000% a lovemaker im sorry u cannot convince me otherwise. unless he is feral. if he is feral then understandable have a good day.

he’s all about pampering and kissing every inch of you and asks every five minutes is this okay? are you comfortable? does that hurt? are you sure? because he’s terrible with fragile things and if he ever hurt you he’d never forgive himself poor baby

part of you just wants to grab his face and say !!! im fine !!! you big idiot !! but you just pull him to your chest and nuzzle your face into his neck and breathe him in deeply, kissing his jaw gently before reassuring him i’m fine dimi, stop worrying

he’d calm down instantly and focus back on the task at hand, pleasuring the love of his life hehe

BODY WORSHIPPING non stop praises just kissing everywhere his lips come across you’d love it but hate it at the same time bc part of you just wants him in u already and the other half of u is just so so enamoured by him and feels so warm and loved and appreciated

he’s more of a giver than a receiver as well though for opposite reasons compared to felix, he worries about your comfort so much to the extent where it distracts him from his own pleasure, and it isn’t until he’s inside of you that he remembers and is like oh wow fuck and yea things dont usually last very long for him since he always neglects his own pleasure in favor of yours. he gets so focused on making u feel good because he loves you so much and he needs you to know that so yeah he doesn’t remember to even touch himself lmao

you’d probably come like twice before dimi even whips his schlong out

at the peak of his pleasure tho dimi gets kinda rough ngl. he’s a person whos very emotionally driven so when everything gets to be a bit too much he’s just slamming into you with so much force your skin stings, grip so tight on your hips there’s sure to be bruises in the morning but despite how rough he is his eyes are nothing but gentle and so so loving

probably says something like oh seiros when he’s about to come LMAOOO

dimi is also a king with aftercare but he’d probably knock out like a log afterwards and it’d be like the best sleep he’d get tbh all warm and satiated and just content

dimi sex god

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