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kiame-sama · 3 years

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28 Years - Yandere!Silva x Reader (2nd Pregnancy)

Many have asked and now, here it is!!

Warnings; Dub-con, pregnancy, yandere relationship, manipulation, mention of past abuse, yandere, yandere behavior, yandere tendencies, nsfw, Silva extreme views, family bonding,

It had been a few years- close to six- but the scars of your emotional turmoil were still present in your behavior and actions. You would become distressed whenever Silva attempted to be intimate with you, only calming down when he would back off, giving you the space you needed. Sometimes he would and sometimes he wouldn't, but he generally had not lain a single hand on you with any intent to hurt or force you to do anything.

It seemed he might have learned from his egregious error of taking Illumi away from you and punishing you for running away from him. Now he was cautious and treated you like glass in his grip, still keeping you close as often as possible and readjusting you to his touch. Some progress has been made- you no longer flinched from his touch or sobbed when he held you- but you still reacted like you were being burned or tortured with any kind of intimacy.

Though he wouldn't admit it, Silva hated seeing your pained expression, listening to your frightened whimpers and cries, seeing your panic whenever he tried to pin you under him, and most of all he hated how you never seemed to enjoy intimacy with him anymore. Even when he had first kidnapped you, you would make such loud noises and moans of pleasure any time he touched you and now you just panicked and cried. He didn't think your rejection of his affection would impact him so deeply, but he honestly couldn't remain hard or cum when you cried in such a way whenever he took you.

He was unable to enjoy it if you didn't enjoy it.

He could be a patient man, but he also had burning needs that drew him into near feral insanity if he refused to indulge in them. Silva NEEDED you. He needed your touch, your affection, your intimacy, all of it. He had tried to ignore his needs more than once before and almost every time he was unable to last very long, aching with desire just to feel your touch against his skin.

Even if it meant you were striking him or cursing at him, he would feverishly accept your touch with absolute glee. He was so sick with how desperately he needed you. His only 'cure' to this aching need was indulgence in his addiction to you. He was addicted to everything you had to offer and to everything you did. Nothing other than you mattered to him because you were his world. You were his love, his light, his everything.

True to his assassin nature, he quietly entered the room, frowning upon seeing you curled up in your shared bed and slightly shivering from the cold his absence seemed to cause. He chose to wake you gently, massaging your shoulders and murmuring softly to you in a husky hum.

"(Y/n), wake up..."

"Ngh... Hm? Silva? What is it?"

"I want to try something with you."

He felt your body stiffen as you fully awoke due to his words, fear and anxiety shooting through you almost violently at the implications his words had. You could only muster a whimper and start shaking your head back and forth, not trusting your words to be enough to deny his advances. Still he persisted, arms snaking around your midsection and pulling your back up against a warm chest.

"Shh... Trust me."

"No... No. No! No no no no no no no no!"

You were thrashing like a wild animal at this point, clawing for freedom and screaming out as if in pain, biting him when you could as you tried to wrench yourself from his grasp. He continued to simply hold you close as you thrashed, wailing and fighting his grip with all you had. But even your energy had to die down at some point, panting and whining pathetically as you lay exhausted in his arms.

"It's alright. It's okay... See? You're okay."

"No..."

"Yes. Have I hurt you during all of this?"

"... No..."

"See? I just need you to trust me. It won't hurt and we can take this as slowly as you want."

"I don't want it..."

"You do. You just think you don't because you're scared. I hurt you. I have done you wrong and unknowingly enforced the idea of intimacy being a punishment. I should have shown restraint and should have never done what I did to make you run in the first place. Let me show you this is different. Let me show you it's okay."

"..."

Your whimpers quieted as you lay hyper aware of any movement Silva made, feeling one arm drag down your side and his hand come to a rest on your lower stomach. When you didn't immediately try to push him away, he continued to follow the soft curve of your body until his large hand was parting your thighs. He slid his hand into your sleep pants where he cupped your heat and gently kissed your shoulder, slowly beginning to rub light pressure over your sensitive body.

The softest of noises left you, some kind of mix between a whimper and a moan, uncertain if you were whining from fear or due to the gentle movements of your husband. When Silva added a bit more pressure to your warm heat, you expected a flash of pain to stab through you, instead a soothing sensation ran through your mind and compelled you to calm just a bit more. Your light moans seemed to be the only confirmation Silva needed to keep going, sliding his hand gently between your soft folds, fingers prodding at your wet entrance.

Your mewling moans turned into gasps of pleasure as you gripped his thick arm, pressing back against his warm chest and whining in bliss. The light feeling of his lips trailing over your neck made you whine and shiver, hips beginning to slowly move with his relaxed strokes. You could feel how much your responses were affecting him given the rock-hard length that pressed stiffly against your back, pulsing in desire and need.

He tugged at your loose sleep clothes, easily sliding them off of your body, leaving you bare against his broad chest. His hands were warm as they slid over your chilled flesh, letting the heat sink into your body and warm you to the core. It was clear he was taking great care to not cause you any level of pain, given his relaxed touch and gentle behavior.

You whimpered when he moved so you were laying face-down on the bed, your hips raised up and his muscled body over your own. The firmness that pressed against you made you mewl and turn your head to look at him in vague fear despite the slick that coated your thighs. It was clear you were still frightened and hesitant to the idea of intimacy with Silva after what he had done to you, but the large hands on your hips gave you little room to voice that fear.

"Shh... It's alright..."

He shifted above you and you were about to question what it was he was doing when an intense warmth met your pulsing pussy, gasping and gripping at the blankets as an obscene slurping sound met your ears. Silva lapped his tongue at your soaked heat, making you mewl and cry out against the blankets beneath you, arching your back as pleasure hummed through your entire body. You couldn't stop the moans that tumbled from your lips due to the mind-numbing bliss that sparked through your brain, balling up your fists as you tried to hold back the sounds.

"Fuck..! Fuck, it- it's so good..!"

You were practically drooling at that point from the pleasure that coiled itself tightly in your abdomen, your eyes clenching shut as you continued to whine loudly. Silva seemed to only be spurred on from your pleasured noises, sinking his tongue as deeply into you as he could, gripping your hips and moving you in time with his desperate licking. When you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, you let out a loud screech of bliss as that coil snapped and flooded your body with euphoria, shaking from the sheer force of the pleasure.

"There we go... Fuck, you look so good squirting for me like this."

A whine left your exhausted form as he slid two fingers into you, moving and scissoring them slowly to get your warm walls to loosen for him. You were able to just lean into your pillows, feeling the echos of pleasure building up inside of you once more as Silva slowly but surely worked you over. He continued with his slow movements, letting you move your hips back against his fingers and fucking yourself on them at the pace you wanted all while admiring the wonderful view he had of your blissed out expression.

When your hips began to slightly stutter and jerk at a faster pace, he pulled away from you, relishing the sound of your needy whine of disapproval. He didn't hesitate to lick his fingers clean of your slick, getting a few more slow strokes of his tongue on your soaked pussy before getting to the matter at hand. He lined himself up, only allowing the tip of his large cock to rub against your tight hole as he gently massaged your hips.

"Would you like more?"

"Ple-please! Yes- yes, please, Silva! I need- ngh- I need more!"

"Then go ahead and take more. Go as fast or as slowly as you wish. Take my cock into you."

Silva was actually slightly surprised at how you reacted to his words, almost trying to take him in too quickly as you pushed your hips back, letting him sink deeper into you. The sheer stretch of taking his entire length was enough to make your toes curl in pleasure, needing to pause for a moment just to try and adjust to the full feeling. Some part of him wondered if you were even fully aware of the grasp you had on his heart, the sole being that held all of his affections and attention.

"Silva..! Please..! I need you to move..!"

You were mewling under him, gripping the sheets tightly as you whimpered and tightly closed your eyes. It was clear that you were in need of some kind of release and he was the only one who could provide it for you.

He wouldn't deny your breathy pleas, at least.

Starting with a slow tempo that built up to a near impossible speed, the bed creaked and complained loudly beneath you due to his unrelenting thrusts. You were in mind-numbing bliss and truly didn't care about the absolute racket you were making as you practically screamed out your moans, letting the sculpted man move your body as he pleased. Silva was in a similar state, lost to the pleasure of hearing your sweet moans as he buried himself inside of you.

He had yearned for such a sound for quite a bit now and your rejection of his affection over the past few years had left him nearly starved for you. Truly, there was only so much he was able to take when it came to resisting his physical need for your touch, wanting desperately to just hold you and have you cry out for him. He was finally able to feel your tight walls milk his hot cock and listen to your breathy moans, seeing you writhe in pleasure from the large cock buried inside of you.

"Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you love me. Scream it for me."

"Ngh-! Silva! I- fuck- I love it..! So big..! So damn good! Please! Please I need more!"

Despite the fact you did not say everything he wanted to hear, Silva continue to rut into you with fast angled thrusts that made you practically see stars. His grip on your hips was tight, but you didn't register anything other than that thick length moving inside of you wildly. Even as your eyes rolled back, you couldn't help the whining moans that wrenched from your throat fiercely.

The moment that pressure growing within you broke, you wailed out in a near tortured moan while pleasure washed over you for what felt like ages. The hot ropes of cum filling up your soft stomach only seemed to prolong the pleasure that ran through your veins, as if time itself stood still around you. When Silva finally pulled out of you, you collapsed on the bed and panted heavily, feeling almost too full as you moved to a much more comfortable position.

Silva's large arms wrapped around you and pulled you close, letting you sink into the warm heat that radiated from his sculpted figure. It was truly as if the two of you were just basking in the presence of one another all while you slipped back off into sleep, content with the warm figure that held you so close. Silva took longer to just enjoy the moment after finally getting to embrace you once more without any fear getting in the way.

For now, it seems he had managed to mend the scars of his egregious error and had you content to be with him once more.

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You lay on your side, curled up on the tile floor of your shared bathroom, trying to get the queasy feeling to subside enough to move. You honestly couldn't remember a time where you felt half as unwell as you did at that moment, feeling tears sting your eyes as your throat burned with exhaustion. At that point, all you really wanted was to sleep, but with the current exhausted state your body was in, you had no way of reaching the comfort of your bed or the warm embrace of your blankets.

The quiet sound of your door opening drew what little you had left of your attention span, hardly able to lift your head all that far from the tile as you attempted to rouse your body into an upright position. Despite your efforts, it was clear there was no way you were going to be able to sit up and so you simply remained on the cold tile as you awaited whomever had entered the room. To your vague surprise it was not Silva who came through the door, it was Zeno and he honestly seemed as if he hadn't expected to find you in the state you were currently in.

With a surprising gentleness, the elder came to your side and rest the back of his hand on your forehead. He seemed to have some level of honest concern as he gazed down at your exhausted form splayed out on the tile.

"Shall I go retrieve that useless doctor of yours?"

"... Please..."

It took more effort than you had expected to huff out that one word, feeling oddly cared for and respected simply for the fact he asked what you wanted instead of acting of his own accord. Silva would have never done that. He would have taken one look at your unwell state and practically ran to retrieve your kind doctor to have you checked for any cause that may explain your current position.

It didn't take long for him to send out word to have your doctor come to your room before he was back by your side. Truly, if there ever were a time you felt honest appreciation for your father in law, it would be at that exact moment. He could have easily left you to suffer alone on the tile and instead not only sent for help, but returned to your side to wait with you.

"Is there anything you need at this moment?"

"..."

You tried to form some kind of sentence to respond to him, but you felt as if the energy had just been ripped out of you as your eyes began to slowly close. A sharp snapping sound brought your attention back to the man before you who now seemed to almost be more than just concerned.

"No sleeping. Not yet. Do your best to remain awake, Brat."

The faintest of smiles pulled at your lips when you heard that name that he only used for those he felt responsible for as well as those he cared for. Zeno was an assassin through and through and was a proud man at that, but he did have some kind of emotions that were reserved for family and close friends of the family. He was cold and to the point with almost everyone, but he was far more gruff and pushy with those he actually cared about given the way he has had to live on where his wife had died delivering Silva.

It was the only way he knew how to show affection.

"Where..?"

"Silva? Just left on a job this morning. A long job. It should take him at the least a month, if not longer. Of course you would choose now of all days to fall ill, Brat."

"Not.. dead yet..."

A low huff of amusement came from the older man as he sighed and sat next to you on the floor, keeping you constant company despite having no obligation to do so.

"I'm not telling Silva about this until he gets back. You know as well as I do that he would leave the job the moment he heard you were unwell. That fool loves you more than even he realizes."

His words, though harsh, made complete sense to you. Often you had thought that Silva was far more obsessed with you than anyone else realized, given how you were one of the very few who ever saw his true nature without the trained restraint and cold tone he almost always had. He was mentally unwell due to his upbringing and obsessed with you beyond reason, and he believed his actions were justified due to his familial heritage when it came to what they considered to be love.

Maha lived through it. Zeno's father died from it. Zeno lived through it. Silva will die from it.

An insane love that compelled them to do all they could to obtain and keep the object of their affections, even going as far as kidnapping and imprisonment. Silva's sickness is worse than theirs had been, and he is the only one that managed to keep his darling- you- alive. They understood and accepted the obsession he had with you and were content to keep you in Silva's arms as long as possible.

The door to your room opened with a loud creak before Kikyo made her way into the bathroom where you lay. It was clear she moved in a much more rushed pace when she saw you laying on the tile shivering, not even needing to be told to start checking you. She was being much more gentle and seemed to be far more expressive than usual as she examined you with great care.

"It seems to me you may be pregnant again."

You felt surprise run through your veins, but that surprise dulled down for a moment as you recounted what it was like when you were pregnant with Illumi. It certainly made sense, especially given all that happened up to that point.

"If she is pregnant again, I need to have a chat with Silva about keeping his damn hands off her child this time."

"Yes, sir. Shall I contact-"

"Tell him and I'll make you wish you never even considered it to begin with."

~~~~Three Months~~~~

You sat next to Zeno as you remained curled up nice and cozy in your heated blanket, sharing it with the elder who kept you company thus far in your pregnancy. Silva was expected to return any day now and you both knew the absolute fit he would throw the moment he learned what his father had been keeping from him. At least you had some peace and quiet without Silva around for a good bit, though part of you figured he would never accept another long job seeing as something important had been kept from him because of it.

Regardless, you were comfortable and starting to doze off when an unexpected question snapped you awake.

"That doctor of yours, she's the one who set you free after Silva took Illumi from you, isn't she?"

Your surprise must have been clear on your face as Zeno simply nodded, not taking his eyes away from the large television screen you two had been watching. He didn't seem particularly surprised at the answer to his question, nor did he seem all that angry either. It was almost like he knew the whole time but still wanted you to confirm it before he accepted it as truth.

"Please don't-"

"I won't tell Silva. I figured that was the case when you had somehow managed to get out. There would have been no way for you to do it on your own and the only person who had access to you outside of the family was her. To tell you the truth, part of me had actually hoped that you would manage to get away. To escape this place."

"... Why?"

"Because in many ways you remind me of my own wife. Often I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't caught her after she escaped. If I hadn't hurt her as Silva did to you... Perhaps she would still be here today."

You were surprised to hear all of this, having been too worried of upsetting Zeno to ask about the fate of his wife. It seemed she had been in the same boat you were currently in, but it had killed her where you had managed to survive. Before you could ask any more questions about the mysterious woman Zeno spoke so rarely of, the door swung open with a familiar level of force that made you jump slightly in response.

Silva was home.

There wasn't even enough time for you to welcome him back before you were being pulled up into his large arms, feeling his forehead against your shoulder as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. His large hands easily cradled your body close to his own all while his lips roamed your soft skin feverishly. You were about to try and call out for him to stop for a moment before an old voice beat you to it.

"You can't fuck her, Silva."

"I can do what I wish with my wife, when I wish."

"Not while she's pregnant you can't."

All movement halted the moment Silva registered his father's words, tensing his entire body as he slowly came to terms with what he had been told. Silva moved rather slowly as he positioned you to be cradled in one of his large arms, his hand coming up to rest against your stomach which had already begun to swell up. He almost seemed to be in a trance while he stayed statue-still, sorting out both his thoughts and emotions on the realization.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Silva's voice was a deep and angered growl in his chest, sending shivers down your spine due to your proximity to the very man who could quite easily snap at any moment. Zeno seemed mostly unfazed by the aggressive growl and instead took to observing his sharp nails as if he were bored with the situation he found himself in. You really had to admire the old man's lack of fear while facing off with Silva, who you feared more than you cared to admit.

"Because you would have abandoned your job and that would be a terrible reflection on the Zoldyck family."

"She's been pregnant this whole time and you didn't damn well tell me?"

"Watch your tone, Brat. She's alive, isn't she?"

"How long have you known?"

"Since the very day you left. That morning was when she first began showing signs."

You felt the tension in Silva's body rise to near extreme levels, letting out a sharp cry as his grasp around your soft body tightened past the point of comfort. Your cry made Silva calm immediately and loosen his grasp so he no longer held you quite as tight. That cry seemed to have caused a temporary lapse in Silva's anger as he treated you with extreme care and gently set you back on the couch, giving you a quick once-over to check for any injuries he may have caused.

"Never again."

You looked up in confusion at Silva's lowly growled words, wondering just what he was talking about.

"I'll never leave you for that long again, I swear it."

~~~Six Months~~~

You lay in complete relaxation under your warm blanket, spooning a wonderfully soft pillow all while you dozed lightly on the couch. If anything, this pregnancy was far more... Relaxed... Than your first one had been. Silva seemed to be taking extra care to show nothing but the utmost affection towards you and your child during this whole ordeal and honestly it was doing wonders for you.

You still had that internal need to shield your stomach and your baby from the man who had caused all of this in the first place. This meant his caution around you and extra positive attention towards your unborn infant was all your brain needed to feel more secure in your fragile state even though such a dangerous man lurked nearby at all times. Silva got you anything you could possibly want the moment you brought it up regardless of what time it was or what he happened to be doing at the time you mentioned it.

Whatever food you wanted was immediately made and sent straight to you. If you wanted more blankets you need only shiver before countless blankets were being piled on top of you. Any vague sign of discomfort and Silva was immediately doing everything in his power to ease your troubles in whatever way he could.

You even got to see your first-born Illumi more than a few times as the young boy's presence soothed you immensely as did his sweet curiosity. Illumi may show little to no emotion, but what little he did show he only did so while near you. You could only smile at the memory of Illumi's large and curious eyes staring up at you questioningly while he rest his cheek against your swollen stomach.

"But how did it get in there?"

"Eh... I'll tell you when you're older, okay?"

"Okay. Hey, Mama?"

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I promise to take care of any little siblings I get to have."

"That's very sweet of you, Illumi, thank you, my darling."

"Anything for you, Mama."

Despite the odd behavior and almost frightening temper of your first-born, you felt more at ease than you had given the fact that you knew your son would always be on your side regardless of what may happen. Even with his cold demeanor, Illumi showed true affection for you and seemed rather insistent that you have nothing to worry about when it came to the future of your unborn child. At least you felt as if Silva learned his lesson to not take your children away from you too early as well as learning just what a positive impact your son has on you.

You were taking a rather wonderful and deep nap after getting to spend some time with Illumi and had recently awoken, content to just lay still and let yourself slowly wake up. The slow and gentle sound of footsteps drew your attention from hazy thoughts into sharp clarity, listening for whomever they belonged to. A large hand against your stomach almost made you tense up in fear, but the gentle way it lay against your skin kept you relaxed and calm.

"If you kill her, I will come for you next."

Cold jolted down your spine as you heard the low growled words against your stomach. Silva didn't often talk to your stomach or the life within unless it was to appease some request you made or to simply cheer you up. You were well aware that Silva would not handle your untimely demise in the slightest given just how distraught he would be at any idea of you being taken away from him.

You needed to keep your baby safe. But you felt like it was a near impossible task due to Silva hovering around you almost constantly. He certainly didn't take your condition lightly and considering how he received the news months after you did, you knew he refused to spend even an hour away from your side.

To some degree you appreciated the knowledge that nothing from outside of the estate could hurt you, but you also feared the fact that your husband took his 'protector' role rather seriously and could easily cause harm to you. He always said he wouldn't and yet you felt like you knew better, especially after your first several years with him. His lowly growled out words chilled you to your core and you only hoped that he would be in a much better mood once the child was safely out of you.

~~~~ 9 1/2 Months ~~~~

When the hell was it going to end!? You head read of some pregnancies lasting up to as long as a year, but you were getting more than a little tired and Silva's patience was near nonexistent.

"That rat is NOT allowed to keep you for so long. It's coming out today."

"Silva, for once would you just let me do things my way and decide what to do?"

"I am done waiting for it to come out on its own."

"What exactly do you plan to do?"

"Get the doctors to induce labor or just cut it out of you already."

"Would you just-"

You went cold and silent as a familiar feeling washed over you, feeling a slowly growing and rolling contraction beginning to tug at your insides. The panic in your expression seemed to tell him that something had happened and he immediately dropped the subject in favor of tending to you. You were barely aware of what seemed to be going on around you as another wave of dizziness washed over you along with a rather piercing contraction.

Silva stayed with you through it all, refusing to leave even as you were rushed into the delivery room. There was not one moment that passed that Silva wasn't letting you grip as tightly as you needed to his hand, speaking in a low rumble that he only reserved for rare moments of sensitivity.

Everything was primarily a blur to you, passing by in seconds that lasted hours and hours that lasted seconds. So when you finally heard that cry and a faint congratulations, you were already blacking out far too quickly to respond as your entire body achingly tried to reduce the tension in your over worked muscles.

Silva's heart rate jacked through the roof as you went limp in his arms, clearly something having gone wrong during delivery. The honest desperation in not only his actions, but in his very being seemed to leech out any other emotion, his eyes never leaving your face all while the doctor and nurses scrambled around you to do what they could. Silva had dealt with being alone while growing up and never wanted to experience it again, the simple idea of losing you causing the most blood-thirsty aura to spill from him.

If the sheer intimidation wasn't enough to get the medical staff working desperately, that cold glare Silva had locked them with sure as hell would be. There were no questions as to the nature of the consequences they face should they fail, the presence of the dangerous man only serving to add more stress unto the delivery room. The infant had been taken away somewhere quiet and safe so the doctor and nurses could focus on your suddenly poor condition, knowing that their only chance of survival was ensuring you survived.

Silva refused to move or leave or even look away from you before the doctor was able to say confidently that you would live. Even after that time came and passed as you were brought back to a stable condition, Silva had no intention to ever leave your side.

Thanks to the fact his father kept your condition a secret on favor of Silva completing a job, Silva refused to be away from you for any longer than a few days from then on. No more month long jobs that required him to leave you for large chunks of time, now he was committed to staying by your side as often as he possibly could. He adored you and honestly figured heirs weren't worth the risk of you dying, resolving to remove any pregnancy that may occur before you became aware of it.

Two was already too many for him. He didn't want to share you with anyone, but at least the two boys will keep his father off his back about continuing the family line.

He could deal with the brats, so long as everyone knew you were his. He adored you and kidnapped you just so he could get close to you, there's no way he would give you up for anything in the world. You were his world, and ue would protect you until the bitter end.

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rizubaby · 3 years

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Danganronpa V3 Kinks & Headcanons (males)

genre ; nsfw headcanons.

summary ; my interpretations / headcanons for the boys from DR V3; what they're like in bed and what I think their kinks are.

tags ; mentions of various kinks / vulgar language.

note ; these are just my personal interpretations of the characters. Some may not agree or have other headcanons, which is fine. To each their own. ♡

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi is definitely a switch. Nothing new.

He'd be shy at first, not really knowing how to let loose. I think once he's explored your body and himself a bit more, he can really be a great lover / sexual partner.

He quickly realises what turns him on; your thighs, your soft moans and god, your hands. Whenever you touch him, gently stroke his cock or run your fingers through his hair when you two make love, it drives him nuts.

When he's topping, he's very gentle and very careful not to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You'd have to reassure him he's doing great, and with enough encouragement, he'll let go of all his worries and listen to your begging for him to go faster/rougher/etc.

When he's subbing, he'll let you take the lead (which is most of the time anyway). He's well aware that you are crazy for him and that you love to tease. He loves when you're dominant and show him what you like. He knows he's safe in your hands, so he'll let you have your way with him.

Gonta Gokuhara

Oh, my sweet baby boy.

Gonta is truly a gentleman in bed, which is a surprise to nobody. Though he has a much darker, wilder side to him as well.

The first few times you two had sex he was extra careful not to hurt you in any way, keeping his impressive stature in mind. He'd be very patient and loving. He loves your little whimpers and the looks of lust you give him. It makes him so flustered and he'll only want to fuck you more.

After a while though, his wilder side will start to creep up on him. Being raised in the wild and all, it's hard for him to contain those primal urges, and they will inevitably come out. He'll want to make you his forever, and in nature there's only one way to do that: mating.

When you let him have his way, he'll turn into a completely different person, and there's no turning back. He goes absolutely feral, his primal sexual urges taking control and wanting to breed you until you collapse. He'll mark your entire body with hickeys and his strong grip will give you bruises that last for days. Seeing you writhing beneath him makes him lose his damn mind.

This fucking dude.

Kaito Momota

Foreplay usually doesn't last very long because this man doesn't know self-restraint. He just goes fucking wild, so much dirty talk and he's so fast and rough, my god. Just seeing how horny you get when he touches and kisses you in the right spots already makes him rock hard. There's literally no room for you to top him, he won't let you.

I imagine him to be very into quickies. Just taking you somewhere for a quick fuck and leaving you trembling, trying to hold yourself together afterwards makes him so satisfied it's actually mildly infuriating. Getting to destroy you with his huge cock anywhere and anytime he wants really strokes his ego and makes him grin from ear to ear.

Kaito's got a lot of stamina, so prepare yourself for that. With this guy, the sky isn't the limit.

K1-B0

Okay, hear me out.

I headcanon that Miu did some sort of modifications on him and he can now simulate lifelike male reproductive organs.

That being said, he really had to adjust and learn about his new features lol. He's learnt a lot about sex and everything that comes with it — he eventually even developed his own preferances, and dare I say, kinks?

I think he'd be fascinated with your reactions to all the pleasure he can give you, even if it's artificial. He loves being able to learn more about human desires and intimacy, and he's become much more human-like because of it.

His favourite thing is definitely that he can simulate his own cum. He knows how much it turns you on, so he gets very happy when you moan and beg for him to cum inside you (or anywhere else, for that matter). He loves intimate sex, because he feel like he can truly connect with you on an emotional level.

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro is one of those guys that everybody lusts after, and for good reason.

His whole demeanor is enough to make anyone weak to their knees. He's really chill, almost a tad bit sadistic with the way he looks at you. You can just tell he's planning to do all kinds of naughty shit with you, and it'll be a while before he's done.

This guy is into it all. Rough play, BDSM, edging, you name it. Whatever you're comfortable with, of course. He loves spanking you or holding you by your throat, his jewelry jingling while he does makes it even hotter.

I think he is a switch, but he definitely likes to top. He likes to order you around and call you all kinds of names. Just imagine him sitting in a chair with his legs spread apart, ordering you to suck his cock with that low, raspy voice of his. He lowkey likes to watch you struggle a lil' bit.

This guy knows how to pleasure you and he's very comfortable with himself. Don't expect to walk away from him without having had at least three orgasms and a sore throat.

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi is a brat through and through. He likes teasing you A LOT, making you hot and bothered and then pulling away to leave you helpless and unsatisfied, snickering maliciously.

While he loves to tease and be flirtatious with you, he'll quickly turn into a little freak when he decides he's had enough. He's borderline sadistic and enjoys surprising you. Somehow he always manages to do something you weren't expecting, but it makes it all the more enjoyable.

He loves it when you do little favours for him, or when you act all submissive around him and he gets to have fun with you. He loves using toys on you and seeing your lewd and embarrassed face. His absolute favourite toy is a remote controlled vibrator.

He uses lots of dirty talk, loves degrading you and making snarky remarks when you're acting out his orders. Definitely into some sort of roleplay/power dynamic.

Korekiyo Shinguji

He's a fucking sadomasochist. Nothing new here folks.

He loves S&M, it's basically 90% of the kind of sex you two have. While he can be romantic too, he just loves to hear your cries of pain and pleasure. He won't go too far of course, he's still a man of dignity and he knows where your limits are.

He's great at aftercare. After such rough sex, there's NO way he wouldn't care for his queen. He gives you soft kisses and gets a damp cloth to put on your scratches and bruises. He'll praise you, telling you how much he appreciates and loves you and that you did very well. He really appreciates when you care for him too, and he'll shower you with love.

He owns lots of toys, which is fitting for someone with an S&M kink. He likes using a gag ball and handcuffs on you, so you are completely submitted to him. He can have his way with you all he wants, and hearing those muffled moans make him go into a state of pure bliss.

Loves using a whip, too. Seeing your ass turn red with joyful tears running down your face just makes him cum instantly.

#danganronpa #danganronpa smut #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #gonta gokuhara #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguji #k1 bo #kokichi ouma #smut #danganronpa-smut

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tirednerd2012 · 2 years

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I need more protective twins with Jonathan. Jonathan’s a great big brother and would do anything for them, but I love seeing content with the twins about to go feral for their brother. You’re a blessing for sharing your headcanons <33

I LOVE AND LIVE FOR THE PROTECTIVE TWINS. If anyone has any other headcanons, please SEND THEM.

Vecna going after Jonathan? They're going to hunt him down and rip him apart to save their brother. Will, normally the nice, kind, merciful one, is the main one to bring Vecna to his knees because no one, absolutely no one, hurts Jonathan.

Lonnie shows up one day. Jonathan is shoving Will back, trying to keep him away from Lonnie and ends up hurt in the process and El sees the man that's hurt her brothers several times and she throws Lonnie across the field. Will gets to Jonathan and basically asks him over and over again if he's okay and he hugs him because something almost happened to him again and he suddenly understands Jonathan's fears better.

Will knowing that Lonnie's words left more of an impact than Jonathan would like to admit. So whenever someone tries to say something negative about Jonathan in front of him, he snaps. He didn't as a kid, but it would make him angry and he would grab Jonathan's hand and drag him away because he wanted to do something. Now? You got a problem with Jonathan, you got a problem with Will and after everything he's been through, he's willing to fight for Jonathan.

Will also being really cautious around Steve when he started hanging around the party. He knew Jonathan and Steve didn't get along and by association, that meant Will couldn't get along with Steve. He's only 12, but that sounds right because why would he want to spend time around the person who bullied his brother? It isn't until Jonathan actually sits down with Will and explains to him that Steve and him are okay now that Will stops giving Steve such a cold shoulder.

In a fight involving the Upside Down, Jonathan is preparing to use himself as a shield for Will and El, and he gets hit in the process. Maybe a slash across his chest, not enough to kill him, but enough to make it look like it for a moment. Will and El lose their salvation. El throws everything within their reach while Will's panic causes his powers to destroy everything besides those who are helping in the fight.

Will is also the one to tend to the wound. He helps Jonathan up, who maybe is in and out of it due to blood lose, and he softly tells him he's here and he's okay, but they have to go because Will needs to take care of him. Mike goes to help, but before that he'd been willing to leave Jonathan behind so Will just snaps (in a way he's never done to his friends) "Don't fucking touch my brother."

El helps Will get Jonathan to safety and Will immediately starts cleaning and wrapping the wound. He does it as carefully as possible, and then can't bring himself to leave Jonathan that night while he sleeps because he has a dreaded feeling that the enemy saw how Jonathan threw himself into a line of fire for El and his sake and that won't be the end of it.

Mike not being allowed near Jonathan after that by Will and El. When he tries to argue about it with El, she snaps and says he was willing to leave her brother after he almost died to save her and she's supposed to be okay with that? She goes off because Jonathan was the one to listen to her when she cried about Mike and gave her advice about how to handle it and reminded her of her worth after she lost her father. Jonathan loved her, truly unconditionally, and was an amazing big brother to her and she refuses to let something happen to him.

Both of them agreeing afterwards that Jonathan needs to be protected no matter the cost. He would do the same for them. He took that hit for them and he would do it again, but they couldn't let that happen. They both agree a world without Jonathan is one they refuse to live in.

Jonathan being surprised with how protective people are of him. You go after him, you're going after Joyce Byers and the United States army is nothing compared to what his mom can do. You're going after Jim Hopper, who survived a literal explosion and would go to hell and back for his kids. You're messing with his siblings, who have literal superpowers and are the first ones to try and snap your neck over him. You're also messing with his amazing girlfriend, who can shoot better than damn near anyone and won't hesitate to blow someone's head off for Jonathan. Argyle who left his life behind for his best friend. Even Steve Harrington will bring out his bat and stand alongside Jonathan in a fight, out of mutual respect if anything.

Jonathan Byers is a protective older brother and we love it. He would do anything for his loved ones, kill and die for them, cross through hell, whatever they needed. But he's also protected.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #will byers #eleven hopper

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elenamiria · 4 years

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Darth Maul x Reader - Kinktober Day 15

Hate-Fucking/Angry Sex | Impact Play | Knife Play | Deep-Throating

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Reader is an of age Padawan, fem!reader, Deep-throating, Hate-Fucking - Rough sex, degradation, choking, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, creampie, Maul comms reader’s master without consent while they doin it, mild humiliation, Maul is a smug asshole, (technically canon divergent because maul has his pp but robo legs idk i didn’t think it through 👀 I just wanted the d ok)

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You had no idea how to had come to this. You hated the man who had his cock buried deep in your throat, yet you couldn’t deny how absolutely drenched your folds were from the harsh treatment. What had started out as fighting had somehow turned into passionate kissing only broken up when one of you pulled apart to spit an insult at the other.

The next thing you knew you were on your knees before the Zabrak eagerly sucking his ridged cock into your mouth. His hand had found it’s way to the back of your head tugging you forward until your nose was pressed against his abdomen and his cock was deep in your throat while you gagged on him. As you bobbed your head quickly his moans filled the air, you heard his breathing hitch whenever you opened your throat to him and allowed yourself to take in his whole length. His silky voice cooed mockingly down at you with insults disguised as praises, “Look at you taking my cock so well, your master would be so proud of you.”

When he pulled you off of his cock and you gasped for air his cool chuckle met your ears as he stroked the side of your face, “Oh my little Jedi slut, taking my cock so deep on your first try. You must have had lots of practice.”

You sneered up at him, his insults not bothering you a bit, as you retaliated, “Well, your cock isn’t that impressive. So it wasn’t much of a challenge.”

Maul’s face contorted in rage as he hauled you to your feet snarling out, “We’ll see how you feel about my cock once I fuck you stupid. You’ll be begging for me to fuck you the next time I see you whether or not you find me impressive.”

You laughed in his face at that, “I’m not going to fuck you, I despise you.”

Maul tugged you into another fiery kiss, your teeth clashing as you both fought for dominance. He gained the upper hand as unnoticed his hand slipped past your waistband to rub at your wet folds and he pulled away with a deep laugh.

“Oh little one, if you despise me so much then why is your cunt so soaked for me?”

You had no response as your face heated in embarrassment and as his fingers delved into your pussy a moan slipped past your lips. You clenched around his fingers as you whimpered, his digits pumping in and out of your body in just the right way. He cooed mockingly, eyes blazing as his thumb shifted to press at your clit, you clung to him for support as you cried out. Your cunt was dripping and your body heated desperate for more and as his fingers brushed something inside you that had your walls fluttering around him you cried out, “More! Please, I need more!”

“You’ll have to be more specific, little Jedi. What do you need?” Maul ground out as he slipped another finger into your tight cunt. You moaned and gasped at the sensation but he was simply teasing you, getting you to break and to beg for him like he had promised you would. Your face burned with shame as you whispered out, “Your cock, I want you to fuck me.”

Maul let a satisfied hiss out as he removed his hand and held his fingers up to your mouth with an order of, “Suck them clean, slut.”

You bit your lip as he stared expectantly and slowly your lips parted allowing him to slide his fingers into your mouth. You licked and sucked on them until Maul deemed them clean and pulled them from your mouth. He stared at you for a moment before he pushed on your shoulder and you sunk to your knees again, slipping his cock into your mouth and sucking lightly.

Maul took control of the situation and fucked your face roughly, sliding himself into your throat again until you choked then pulling back allowing you air again. Once you had coated his cock in your spit he pulled you up again, yanking your pants down your legs and ordering you to strip out of them. You obeyed, at this point yearning to cum, and when you stood up straight again Maul startled you by picking you up and slamming you onto his cock.

You yelped as he filled you, hitting deep inside you and stretching your cunt open. He arms wrapped under your knees as he lifted you easily - his strength you were sure was bolstered through the force and his metal legs could withstand more weight than you could ever possibly hold.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hips started a harsh pace slamming into you over and over. Your body was helpless to his movements, your soaking cunt leaking all over him, and as his hips rammed into yours you couldn’t hide the whimpers that flew from your mouth whenever your clit brushed against his base.

Maul groaned as his cock was sheathed in your little cunt and your walls gripped him tightly, his ridges elevated your pleasure and you were quickly clenching around him in orgasm. Maul growled and his teeth sunk into your soft neck, marking you as he moved to lower both of you to the ground. You walls were still fluttering in pleasure as he lifted your legs to his shoulder and started a feral pace that had you screaming out in pleasure. Maul’s hand that wasn't holding your legs to him rose to grope at your tits, squeezing and groping before his hand rose to grasp your throat. Your glazed eyes sharpened as he lightly grabbed you, your pussy fluttering around him causing a deep chuckle to rumble out.

“Do you like that little one?” He questioned, smirk plastered on his face as he continued to slam into you. Having come to your senses slightly at the danger of him grasping your throat you hissed at him before spitting out, “Don’t call me that!!”

Maul’s smirk twisted into something more sinister, a triumphant gleam entering his eyes, “Why? Is that what your master calls you? How disappointed do you think he’d be in you if he could see you like this. His ‘little one’ cumming on my cock, a desperate little slut for me.”

As he spoke his grip on your throat tightened and his other hand abandoned your legs to pinch furiously at you clit. You thrashed against him as you tried to fight off your impending orgasm but when his hand tightened around your throat finally cutting off your air supply your body spasmed before clenching down hard on his cock as you came again. Your ears were ringing as your whole body tensed and your vision went blurry. As Maul’s gripped loosed once again you became aware of the scream ripping itself from you that was echoing around the empty room as you gushed around his length.

You whimpered as you came down slightly, walls fluttering weakly around the ridged length that was still sliding in and out of your spent pussy. Maul growled, moving your legs so they were on either side of him as he hauled you up onto his lap. As he bounced you on his cock his mouth trailed to your neck again biting hard enough that you knew there would be another mark.

“Are you going to tell him who made those marks? Who fucked you so thoroughly you won’t be able to walk straight for days afterwards? Or should I tell him?”

With his words he grabbed your arm that had your comm link and pressed the button. You cried out in alarm but as the comm button lit up green you silenced yourself.

Maul’s pace turned brutal trying to get you to make a noise and you bit your lip harshly as he brushed against your g-spot. He felt the flinch and angled himself so he pounded away at the little spot and you couldn’t contain the wild moan that left your mouth. There was nothing for a moment and then a concerned voice filled the air, “Little one, are you alright?”

Your face heated in shame as a cruel sneer lit up Maul’s face, you shook your head desperately but when he pinched your clit you buried your face in his neck to keep your noises muffled.

“Oh she’s doing just fine, Kenobi.”

You stiffened against him though your body still trembled at his touch and shame coursed through you at your master’s concerned voice, “Where is she? What have you done with her? Maul I swear-”

“Don’t worry Kenobi, I haven’t done anything to your precious little Padawan that she didn’t enjoy. And now, you’re going to listen as I fuck her to another orgasm and you won’t be able to do anything about it.”

You glared at Maul but his hand snapped to your neck again as he fucked you harshly. His hand once again rubbing expertly at your clit.

Your mouth fell open, he had spent the last two orgasms studying exactly what brought you the most pleasure and made sure he was hitting every single one of those buttons.

Your eyes were locked with his golden ones and the pleasure blurred your brain into forgetting your situation. The sound of your ass slapping his metal thighs was filling the air and soon your whimpers mixed with them, you were vaguely aware of Obi-Wan calling your name but your addled brain converted that into you moaning out your Master’s name in pleasure.

Maul growled at this and a firm slap to your ass brought you back to reality as Maul slammed into you one last time as he came spurts of his hot cum filling you. You gasped at the feeling and his hand had slid back to your clit pinching and pushing you over the edge as you moaned out “Stars, Maul” loudly. Your body spasmed hard as you came for a third time and Maul bit into your neck once again leaving you to yelp.

There was silence. Then a crackling of static filled the air followed by, “I have your location. I’m on my way.”

Involuntarily your cunt clenched at your Master’s voice and you whimpered out, “Obi”

Your brain was so hazy you could barely precess anything, Maul looked about as wrecked as you felt. His bare chest heaving and he lazily reached over to turn the comm link off again. You pulled back slightly to stare at him as you warily spoke, “Are you going to kill me?”

Maul stared at you before looking away, eyes narrowing, “No. though don’t think you’ll be this lucky the next time I see you.”

You shakily stood wincing as Maul’s cock fell from your body. You hastily retrieved your clothes and put them back on, face heating as you felt Maul’s cum starting to leak from your body. You turned to say something to the Sith but he had already disappeared. You sighed running your hands over your face. How the fuck were you supposed to explain this to Obi-Wan.

Though you were embarrassed, mortified even, that he found out some small part of you couldn’t regret what had just happened. You turned quickly when you felt eyes blazing into your back but Maul wasn’t there, there was only the echo of a voice whispering in your ear, “Until next time, little one.”

Read Part 2 Here

#darth maul x reader #maul x reader #Kinktober 2020 #darth maul smut #maul smut #reader insert smut #star wars fanfiction #star wars smut #darth maul #maul #obi-wan kenobi #I could very easily be convinced to do a sequel to this with obi-wan and reader.#or just a part 2

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frogtanii · 4 years

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hq boys as the crimes they’d commit

warnings: CRIMES, crackfic, probably many typos idk i’m so tired lmaooo, cursing, drinking ??? idfk 😩💦

an: and i did this for what?? inspired by hq hcs royalty @sugardaddykenma @hina-wit-da-glock (AJSKSJ SORRY FOR TAGGING Y’ALL IF YOU SEE THIS, IT IS DEF NOT UP TO PAR W Y’ALLS WORKS ILY)

karasuno

sawamura daichi- insurance fraud!! somehow this is such a dad crime to commit?? dadchi didn’t try (dumb excuse, how do you accidentally commit insurance fraud smh) to commit insurance fraud but at one point in his late-thirties, he was very very broke and was already working as much as possible so, he decided to fake an ankle injury, as you do, and filed a bunch of claims which made him bank. daichi kept doing it until he was able to quit one of his jobs and buy himself a really nice suit and a rolex (uhhh 🥵). he somehow never got caught tho and to this day, none of his friends know how he was able to afford a tesla on a cop’s salary (sorry daichi but acab 😔✨)

sugawara kōshi- child abandonment!! ok you can try and fight me on this but i feel in my bones that suga absolutely despises children. he can tolerate ages 10+ but anything younger than that, he will punt them into the next dimension. the thing is, people just assume he likes kids because of how good he is with his team which is why his aunt begged him to babysit his nephew taro. taro was being an absolute brat when suga took him out for the day and he was 👉👈 this close to snapping. he put taro down for like 3 seconds to pay for their ice cream and when he turned back, the demon spawn was gone. he panicked, running around the park looking for taro when it turns out, taro was just bent down behind the bench. some random karen called the police and suga has never craved murder more.

nishinoya yuu- arson!! you CANNOT tell me nishinoya doesn’t have a ~murder~ playlist that he listens to to get himself hype (me too noya, me too). one night, he got a lil too hype listening to start a riot by duckwrth and watching demolition videos on youtube. he snuck out of his house to an empty shed like 30 minutes away and maybe... lit it on fire while genocide by lil darkie played on a speaker nearby. what he did NOT anticipate was the absolute size of the fire so he freaked out and called the firefighters who promptly called the police. he didn’t want to get grounded so he called daichi to bail him out. daichi still told noya’s parents 😔.

tanaka ryūnosuke- vandalism!! tanaka had been on alt tiktok and saw a group of cool friends spray painting an abandoned building. he thought “that’s cool, lemme do that!” but then he realized he had no friends (AHDGS JK I LOVE TANAKA). he asked nishinoya who was grounded from the arson incident and he knew he definitely couldn’t ask daichi, suga, asahi, or enoshita so he decided to go it alone. that proved to be a MASSIVE mistake. he got the supplies, arrived to the building of his choice (thanks saeko :3), and decided to spray paint a huge p3ni5 in bright red paint. he finished “successfully” and zoomed back home. what he didn’t realize with his two-and-a-half braincells is that he signed his glorious piece with his full name. the cops were at his house the next morning...🧍

hinata shoyō- forgery!! hinata did NOT think that forgery was even a crime. how was he supposed to know that he wasn’t allowed to copy his mom’s signature on a permission form! all he wanted was to go to an overnight training camp 😿

kageyama tobio- attempted murder!! kageyama swears it sounds worse than was and he is absolutely incorrect. what happened was so much worse. he and hinata were having a competition to see who could hold their breath the longest underwater (you can’t tell me they haven’t done some dumbass shit like this) and kageyma lost almost instantly (he has the tiny lungs of an asthmatic). he didn’t want hinata to notice so he held hinata’s head under the water for like 10 seconds. suga walked in though, saw hinata thrashing around in the water and immediately called the police. kageyama never forgave him.

tsukishima kei- cyberbullying!! first of all, i had no idea you could get arrested for cyber bullying!? that being said, neither did tsukishima who spent 80% of his time making fun of people online (and on his real account!! bold). eventually one of the people he bullied (hinata) reported him on instagram and his very lame account was deleted (pls don’t bully people online 😤).

yamaguchi tadashi- shoplifting!! andjksh this is so funny because this scenario has happened to me and i can just SEE this happening to poor tadashi. yamaguchi gets super late night cravings (and usually tsukki will walk with him at like 3 am 🥺 nEWAYS) so he’ll sneak out and walk to the mini-mart near his house. one night, he was so tired but also super hungry so he went onto his nightly routine and basically sleepwalked into the store. he picked out his favorite chips and candy bar (which are sour cream&onion lays and milky ways in case you were wondering 😌✨) and just... walked out the store without paying. the store clerk was mysteriously missing so yamaguchi made it all the way home, ate half the bag of chips and passed out without realizing what he’d done. once he did, he cried for 2 hours straight.

nekoma

kuroo tetsurō- telemarketing fraud!! kuroo originally did telemarketing fraud as a joke?? like he was trying to prank call someone pretending that they had lost their information and they actually gave it to him??? he was mildly concerned but even more excited. he did it over and over again but he never used the info for anything. to this day, kuroo literally has a notebook full of credit card numbers and bank account passwords but he refuses to use it because he believes it’s ✨wrong✨(but it isn’t wrong to take all that information in the first place under false pretenses, not realizing that once people find out, they are forced to close credit cards and accounts but go off self righteous king). once he brought the book up to kenma and he offered to sell it on the dark web. now kuroo feels less bad about what he’s done! :D

kozume kenma- computer crime!! pfttt this one seems kinda obvious but what do you expect from kenma :). he spends so much time on the internet, he’s definitely picked up some less than legal skills that still help him now 👀. kenma did little mini crimes like getting into other people’s wifi but his crowning achievement was when he hacked into the minneapolis pd website and had it so when you opened the page, a black lives matter screen came up. he never told anyone that it was him who did it but he thinks it’s the best he’s ever done.

yaku morisuke- racketeering!! yaku, the feral king, ran an underground gambling ring in the basement of nekoma (do they have basements?? who knows! i don’t!) during his third year. the only reason it didn’t get shut down was because coach nekomata took a portion of yaku’s profits whenever he won (which was literally all the time). everyone on the team has lost money to him which is why they never play with him anymore. they won’t even let yaku play monopoly 😔.

haiba lev- indecent exposure!! poor lev’s head is so empty, he tends to fall for whatever pranks his senpai’s do to him. this time kuroo had somehow convinced him that in order to grow his schlong, he had to run outside naked for 10 minutes because the moonlight had special growing properties. lev was a lil scared ngl because he was already superrr tall and didn’t need to grow his height (or his dick ((boy is hung)) but poor lev is insecure) but he did it anyway. long story short, an old woman saw him parading around the neighborhood naked and called el policia. 0/10 dick did NOT grow and had to spend a night in jail naked 😿

aoba johsai

oikawa tōru- prostitution!! KAKKAKA iwazumi made fun of oikawa for being so shitty and said that he couldn’t pick up anyone if he tried. flattykawa took this as a personal challenge and went out onto the street, asking people if they’d have sex with him. with the way he was asking (and the way he was dressed), people assumed he was a paid w h o r e and someone eventually reported him. iwazumi had to pick oikawa up from the station- he never let him live this one down.

iwaizumi hajime- battery!! it wasn’t technically battery but oikawa is a lil bitch and overreacts (at least in his words -_-). the amount of times iwa-chan has beat the absolute shit out of oikawa is uNREAL. he just can’t handle the stupidity sometimes so he just smacks the crap outta him. not for real for real but the way oikawa reacts, you’d think a murder was occurring. one time, shittykawa screeched so loud, they got a noise complaint -_- hajime hates it in these streets.

matsukawa issei & hanamaki takahiro- conspiracy!! issei and hiro have a secret blog where they discuss conspiracy theories and such but one day, hiro found an article that explained how jfk’s death was an inside job. he sent it to issei who began to theorize how HE’D do it. that devolved into a massive thread on their blog of how’d they murder a president which blew up and caught the attention of the cia who sent the a letter telling them to quietly delete the blog. they did because they were terrified but they kept the letter and now it’s framed in issei’s apartment.

kyōtani kentarō- assault!! baby is an angry little boy but for all the right reasons. he was at a bar (when he’s all grown up, duh) and he spotted an absolute drunk creep hitting on a girl who clearlyyyy did not reciprocate his feelings. kyōtani, being the respectful king that he is, went over to the guy, pulled him by the jacket and beat. the. shit. out of him. while the bartender was happy with the fact that the creep was out, he was not impressed with the damage to his bar. he just sent kyōtani out who casually adjusted his leather jacket and rings, and hopped on his motorcycle to ride away into the night. i am the FATTEST simp for this man ONG 🥴

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi- stalking!! poor ushijima has no idea how intimidating he can be. he was on a train late at night after practice and the woman sitting across from him left her purse sitting on the seat. being the gentleman that he is, he took the purse and followed her to return it. the only problem is that the closer he got, the faster she ran and when he tried to speak (yknow with his scary, deep, baritone voice), the woman screeched and called the cops on him because he was a “strange, big man who was following her home.” when the police showed up, ushijima was painfully confused and just held up this tiny ass purse in his massive hands. the cops laughed.

tendō satori- ???!! no one knows what crimes (or how many 😳) tendō has committed but each of his teammates have different ideas- ushijima: “i don’t believe tendou is capable of committing any sort of felony. well, maybe murder”; semi: “of COURSE he’s capable of crimes??! do you know how many times i’ve seen him come into the dorm with a suspicious stain of red on his sweater?? *shudders* if i end up dead, tendō did it...” in actuality, the only crime tendō has committed is ~drugs~ but he’s not bouta tell his friends that.

goshiki tsutomu- would be a VICTIM!! my baby tsutomu would NEVER commit a crime!!! i love this man with my everything and the only crime he’s committed is being too damn cute 😤🥺

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goldemas1244 · 3 years

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Heyyyy I have a question :3

Do you have any headcanon/s for these character : Scraptrap, Scrap Baby, Lady Dimistrecu, the three daughter of Lady D, Heisenberg and/or Molten Freddy ? :3

You don't have to do all the proposition, you can choose what character you want to do :3

Have a good day/evening and stay safe ! :3

*Cracks knuckles* \(^v^)/

You already know I'm doing all of them! Thank you for the ask! Headcanons under the cut!

FNaF6

Scraptrap

He loves rice and would do anything to get his paws on it. Fortunately, the pizzeria is quite close to a Chinese restaurant so rice is easy to get.

He orders a rice-based menu at least three times a week, so the owners aren't at all that surprised to see a tuxedo-clad zombie-rabbit come in and ask for their signature fried rice with buttered lobster on the side.

Since he like to dine-in there, he usually asks Michael to give him a bath in exchange for pizzeria improvements. Michael usually shrugs and gives him a well-deserved bubble bath and his tuxedo.

He likes it when Michael gives him head pats and rubs. It makes him feel loved and appreciated.

He has a pet pigeon named Fernando Buschmann. It's German and likes to listen to the violin.

He likes ASMR and memes. ASMR makes him go feral with murderous intent while memes make him question the modern generation.

He has social media accounts, all named "Willton-Moldover". He usually posts cosplays and furry art on them and has 93 followers on his Reddit profile, 1.5 million followers on his Instagram, 550 followers on his Tumblr, 35 on his Snapchat, and 3.95 million on his TikTok.

He also has a YouTube channel with 10.784 million subscribers called "Willton-Gameover". He plays videogames one-handed and roasts popular YouTubers and famous people. He would never roast Keanu Reeves though, because Keanu Reeves is precious bean.

Due to his popularity he gets a lot of hate mail and private pics. He doesn't like them at all so he blackmails the people who post them. And if the media and police are involved? Well, he has a strong fanbase that's not going down as well as a good alibi so that works out well for him.

Yes, his fanbase also knows of the Fazbear Murders, and he admits to it but frankly, he's shown them the approving ghost kids (who've bonded and gamed with him) so that's no big deal. Only Cassidy hates him, but it's usually constipated anger.

He's bisexual and has an ENORMOUS crush on one of his favourite game characters, Karl Heisenberg. Something about that man reminds him of himself and Henry, although he's not sure what. Still, don't let that distract you from the fact that he owns a nude Karl Heisenberg body pillow, CAPCOM official.

Scrap Baby

Her favourite Monster High doll is Draculaura. She doesn't understand how pink goes well with black but oh boy, pink goes so well with black.

She knows how to skateboard like a pro. Despite her weight, her trusty skateboard still stands and, if she falls, she's always got her skates to spare. She likes to impress the boys at the skatepark with her ability to perform even the most difficult of moves with ease.

She's subscribed to fifteen different tabloid subscriptions. She likes to read them and criticize the stupidity of the human race, like her father. Hey, it's hereditary.

The lights in her boobies glow in the dark. They also glow whenever she gets tired.

She likes reading furniture and gardening catalogues. She's judgy of the prices though and usually becomes a full-on critic with Lefty listening.

She owns a crab named Mr. Tootie. No I will not elaborate on the name. I'll only tell you that it's taken a liking to kazoos and party favours.

She's listed as the No. 1 Best Fan of her father's social media accounts. Michael's in nineteenth place but don't worry, he's as emotionless as a mushroom.

She likes to make origami lotuses. She's such a pro at it that she's even got a mini-stall at the pizzeria: 1 lotus for 50 cents. It's a lucrative business, and it's still growing. Oh, and she switches to other origami works of art every week such as origami guns and origami nine-tailed foxes.

She's the Restaurant Rescue manager. Usually she saves kids from trouble. For this reason, yes, she's commonly seen in the pizzeria itself. Kids love her though the claw worries the more irksome parents.

She's a professional Karen dealer. Karen comes to see the manager? She's hypnotically talented in weaving her words through the toughest of craniums so don't be surprised if a Karen walks out with a new viewpoint of life.

She performs on stage on the occasion, which usually gets her a lot of fan love. She cherishes everything good they give but ignores the problematic everythings. Problematic stuff? Oh, she's good friends with the police chief.

Molten Freddy

He loves noodles. Give him a bowl of ramen and he'll shut up for the entire night. Enter him in a noodle-eating competition and his high metabolism rate means absolutely non-stop spaghetti.

He misses Bon-Bon very much. To the point where he's even tried to make a scrap version of him. Sadly, it doesn't work. He cried that day.

He dies inside whenever he finds out there's a spaghetti shortage in Utah. Poor Molten.

He's a bit wonky, but if he tries to play with you or get into your personal space, don't get mad at him! He's just lonely and wants someone to talk to and play with.

He likes to play Exploding Kittens. It's the only card game he's good at. It's also the only card game he owns.

He sees Helpy as a little brother and boops his nose on a daily basis. He also likes to reenact The Lion King with him (It's the ciiiiiircle of liiiiiife~). Hopefully Helpy doesn't mind.

He knows a lot of jokes in a lot of languages. So German-speaking Molten Freddy wouldn't be too far away from expectation. His favourite jokes are in French though; the wordplay is just immaculate.

He's good in French, English, German, Russian, and Malay. He's currently learning Japanese because he's a mega weeb.

His favourite cartoon is Charlie and Lola. He just likes to see the sibling shenanigans as it somehow reminds him of the good old days.

His favourite shows would be prankster shows. He especially loves the ones that give him new and creative ideas. He doesn't like the scary ones though. They make him feel unsafe and give him anxiety.

Surprisingly, he has a distinct taste for opera. He can modulate the remnants of his voice box to perfectly sing I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General. This both pisses off and impresses Henry to an extent.

Resident Evil 8

Lady Dimitrescu

She might act like the opposite but she really loves Heisenberg as her little brother. His determination, strength, speed, dexterity, and workaholic nature impresses her, who can't even fit through a doorway. She sometimes wishes she's as short as him too.

She's an avid collector of glass, porcelain, and anything fragile. It's a good reason to always be careful where you tread in her lair. She'll make you swallow every last shard if you don't.

She's an avid romance fanatic and is very loving towards the romance novels she owns. All those books you see in the in-game library? They're her collection of lesbian romances that she's collected over the past decades.

She doesn't like hats and prefers to stick to the one she wears in-game. She DOES have a collection of hats though. Last anyone counted, there were over fifty, one or two for each decade she's lived through.

She files her nails on a constant basis and owns an ornately decorated nail-clipper. Hygeine is of the utmost importance. She doesn't want to be compared to that filthy Heisenberg.

Despite her size and carefulness she keeps losing her stuff. Over the course of a week she could misplace three wine glasses, two reading glasses, and fifteen bottles of wine.

She's an expert at dodgeball and golf and even owns a lifetime access to the most prolific Country Club in Romania. With permission from Mother Miranda she goes there every year for the yearly party. It's one of the times she gets to see modernity (and Ed Sheeran) at its finest.

She loves bands from the 1920s and 1940s. However, she gets bored of them occasionally and switches them to something more modern, like Ed Sheeran. Seriously though, what is up with mums and Ed?

She's into executions and torture methods. So it's no surprise that she's a HUGE fan of Horrible Histories; even if she can't watch the show, she'll binge-read the books over and over again. She's even had the chance to encounter (and receive an autograph from) Terry Deary. They have sworn a bond not to tell anybody about this.

She loves exotic animals like anacondas and jaguars. She may or may not have owned a 10ft long Saltwater Crocodile (which was also about 5ft wide).

She's an incredible physicist and mathematician. She's also created many original formulae but unsurprisingly, she doesn't tell anyone about them, for fear that either more people may know of her, or that she may be wrong.

Dimitrescu Babes

They can devour an entire human being in mere seconds as flies. It's sort of like the scarab beetles in The Mummy movies. However, unlike the beetles, they are able to strip the bones as well. They leave nothing behind.

They all know how to play the piano with varying levels of success. Daniela can already play professionally while Bela is still stuck on Grade 5.

They love to listen to their mother when she tells them stories. Gotta hand it to 'em, when you're a fly, you know how to enjoy life in its most simple of moments.

They all love being around the hunky Soldats of Uncle Karl. Fortunately, they don't know of the rebellious plan to conquer Miranda.

Bela is bisexual, Cassandra is asexual and pansexual, and Daniela is demisexual.

It gets hard when you're a fly during the summer. If it's not the lizards, spiders, and other predators, it's the heat. Because of this, despite the material waste, they have invented the world's first blood-powered air conditioner.

The three girls have never ever ever touched a stove or oven in their life. They HAVE touched the hot end of an iron though. A good reason to not touch a bloody oven. Alcina has though, but doesn't tell them that.

They love puppies! Uncle Karl brought them a baby labrador. For the rest of the week Alcina had lost quite a bit of favour from them. Not that they minded of course. IT'S A PUPPY.

They don't like snow one bit. Not just because it's cold, but because it's too white. Too bright. Too shiny. They just can't focus on their prey!

They like to go over to Auntie Donna to play with Angie. Well, you know what they say, crazies attract the crazies, and the crazy has attracted the crazies.

They also like to go to Uncle Moreau's because he's the only one in the village with a PS4. Usually they'd spend about three-quarters of a day playing his games and eating his cheese.

Karl Heisenberg

He owns a dark blue armchair named Junkyard. Despite the name, he loves it dearly because it was a gift from Alcina for his twenty-first birthday. It became part of his final transformation too. Right under the hat.

He's a little blind in the right eye, much to his annoyance. It was a minor accident with Sturm; another reason for him to hate the uncontrollable wretch. He'll never live that day down.

Somehow, he sees better in the dark, which is why he wears such tinted glasses. He also wears them to hide his expressions, since, more often than not, he tends to end up wearing his heart on his sleeve, and his emotions in his eyes.

He's under a lot of pressure so it's no surprise that he breaks down in his factory when he knows he's alone. And by break down I mean crumple into an exhausted heap on the floor. Not even his Soldat Jet squad can wake him up until he's had a reasonable eight hours of rest.

He bathes once a day, every evening, but only three times a week. Perfume, tobacco, and cologne keep care of the rest.

He's the only Lord with a daily contact with the outside world due to his electrical abilities. Don't tell Miranda, but he can electrically CONNECT TO GOOGLE AND THE ENTIRE INTERNET IN GENERAL. He likes to play funny YouTube cat videos in his head when Miranda's having a boring meeting. It's also how he finds out that Chris is a boulder-punching asshole.

He does stimming! He likes to tap his fingers on his desk and the metal rails in his factory. He also buys stim toys from the Duke and keeps them in a well-kept box. His favourite is a non-ripping squishable toy duck. He also sings to chill out.

He's absolutely in the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise, and may have once believed in the pizzeria's existence. Come on, he's a mutated Overlord with magical magnet powers. Children souls stuck inside animatronics isn't too far-fetched of an idea. His favourite characters are the Funtimes and the Scraps, mainly because of the blueprint complexity. He HAS tried to replicate the animatronics in his spare time, but he's usually too busy with his Soldats so the project gets scrapped. He loves The Living Tombstone's songs and remixes though.

He doesn't like William Afton at all (though he marvels at his survivability). William's nature and habits remind him of Mother Miranda. He DOES however enjoy Michael Afton and often thinks how it would be absolutely amazing to have that resilient being in his Soldat army.

He's scared of what lurks below the watery depths and fire. Ironic because his brother is a literal fish and he works in one of the most hazardous fire-conducting environments. He's also scared of heights, though he doesn't get airsick.

He once died due to a killing electric shock whilst working on Sturm. It's the only time he's felt that sort of pulsing agony and also the first time he's had the confirmation that yes, Hell is real and yes, he'll end up in quite a dark pit in it. Or it could've been an electric dream, who knows? Anyways his soul apparently ran towards the opposite direction of the flames and he woke up alive after the passing of FIVE ENTIRE WEEKS. Oh boy did Alcina get worried when she couldn't find him.

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy!

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rigorwh0retis · 4 years

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Toki Wartooth hc's because I adore this man to pieces. This is a repost from my old blog so no I did not steal these

Toki will shower his s/o in gifts no matter the occasion and if it happens to be their birthday or a holiday then he will go absolutely wild with the quantity of presents. Toki likes to keep tabs on any objects they might have bookmarked for later or catches them eyeing at things in a store window and go back to buy it for them no matter the price. He’ll also just impulsively buy his s/o things that remind him of them and later be chastised by Charles for spending so much of the bands money on his s/o. Toki just can’t help that he loves his s/o and wants to spoil them!

Toki really needs his s/o to be there for him since a lot of the band members don’t tend to be open with their feelings. Toki has been through a lot of trauma in his life and just having someone there to listen to him ramble about his troubles or gently hold him while he cries means the world to him. He really loves it when they hug or hold him while they play with his hair.

Sleepovers are absolutely essential for Toki to have with his partner. He makes it a habit to always invite them over to Mordhaus on the weekends and hang out with them in his room. He likes to plan out what they’ll do which is usually play games, watch movies, paint each other's nails and just talk for hours in his bed until they both fall asleep in each other's arms.

Toki loves to be affectionate with his s/o and isn’t shy about PDA at all. He’ll hold their hand whenever they’re together, gives them hugs constantly and covers their face in kisses no matter who’s around. He loves to pick his partner up, twirl them around and just smother them in kisses. Toki loves to see them laugh and get flustered by his antics.

The life of a celebrity can be very busy and time consuming so Toki won’t always have a chance to see his beloved partner when he goes on tour and they can’t come. Even if won’t be able to see them, he’ll try to keep in touch with daily texts or a nightly call so he can wish them sweet dreams and tell his s/o he loves them before they fall asleep. Toki will spam his s/o with pictures of whatever reminds him of them or things he sees on his tours. He’ll also send his partner embarrassing pictures or videos of the band members doing stupid shit.

Toki has wrote so many love songs about his s/o that he wishes he could share with them but he’s nervous to show them in fear he’ll be made fun of for them by his friends or his s/o won’t like it. One day he hopes he can have an entire concert dedicated to his love songs for his partner and serenade them all night long.

This sweet dork will not hesitate to beat a man to death if that person is bothering his s/o. Toki will see red if he notices a groupie bothering his s/o or see’s fans making rude comments about his partner. He can’t stand it to see his partner being messed with by anyone and will go feral on anyone for being rude to them.

Toki loves to make crafts for his s/o and just melts on the spot when they praise his work or show off what he made for them. He’s made them both matching bracelets and can’t help but have a huge grin on his face when he sees them wear it constantly.

#metalocalypse #toki wartooth #my writing

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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Dear Soulmate, pt. 22 (Soulmate AU)

22: His brother’s keeper

Summary: Flashing forward, Ethan and Y/N’s relationship grows stronger while Grayson is forced to deal with his broken timer.

Warnings: fluff, angst, sexual innuendoes

Word count: 3.3k

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One year later ~ 3rd Person POV

"Do you think Grayson is happy?" Y/N hummed, looking out the living room window as she laid in Ethan's arms, blissfully content with his arms around her, the right one drawing large circles over her swollen abdomen with every period cramp that made her want to be a man. It took Ethan a while to get used to the terrible pain and discomfort his soulmate felt with every period, especially with Grayson teasing him he's the only man who has ever known what it means to be a girl. However, through trial and error and a lot of research, Ethan found every possible way he can help his woman survive those dreaded days, relieving his own pain in the process.

"I think so." Ethan pressed his lips to her temple, his eyes darting to his twin and the way he nodded at this current conquest excitedly. A little too excited if you ask Ethan.

His brother had had his share of women in the past year, even more so after realizing Ethan and Y/N had completed their soulmate bond, effectively sealing their fates together. It stung, even tore at Ethan to know his brother is robbed of a soulmate, remembering just how hopeless and lost he felt when he believed Y/N didn't exist, but he couldn't make himself say anything to the girl curled up against him. He knew she could feel something wasn't right, but what good would it do if he told her just what? It would cause more damage and he never wanted to feel her in such emotional state ever again.

"This is his fifth girlfriend in twelve months. I'm not so sure." Y/N said matter of factly, sighing deeply as if she was trying to keep the sadness of it away from her. She tried talking to Grayson more than once. She tried to remind him of the things and values he told her he wanted to uphold. She tried everything, but he just wasn't there.

Grayson Dolan had distanced himself from his brother and Y/N, so much so he was already a few days short from moving out. She wanted him to stay, terribly so, for reasons she could not explain. It tugged at her heartstrings, the entire situation making her feel as if she's drowning, but she couldn't do anything about it. She had to accept it was his choice, for better or worse. After all, Ethan Dolan was her entire world now and she felt incredibly happy with him by her side.

"He'll find his way. Don't worry." With those comforting words, Y/N's painkillers finally started to overwhelm her, Ethan's soft whispers and tender touches lulling her to sleep.

Two years later

"No! Just stop! This is her graduation, bro!" Ethan gripped Grayson's elbow, pulling him back. He pushed him into the wall, restraining his drunk brother with both hands and legs pressed against him, using all the strength he could muster. After all, Grayson was always a little bigger than Ethan and while Ethan could usually take him down, but drunk Grayson was a force to be reckoned with.

"I just wanna see her! Let me see her!" Grayson shouted, struggling against his brother with all his might, his voice gruff, tone almost feral.

"Not like this. Not drunk off your ass, no filter kind of a way." Ethan pressed himself closer, feeling he might lose his advantage and he can't afford to let his twin in now. He couldn't let him ruin Y/N's night.

"P-please?" Grayson's voice dropped as did Ethan's heart, more so once he heard a hushed, confused little voice he knew better than his own, come up from behind him.

"What's going on here?"

Y/N's heart broke at the vulnerability she heard in Grayson's plea, even more so once she saw his tear-stained, red face and the way his chest moved against Ethan's strenuously.

"J-just wanted to con-congratulate you, Y/N/N." Grayson breathes out, looking over at the beautiful brown eyed woman he's been through life and death with.

Shaking her head, her hand on her mouth to stop the treacherous quivering, Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as her eyes watered. She focused on Ethan's bawled up fists, Grayson's shirt coming out from between his fingers as he gripped his clothes to help him keep him steady and at bay.

"For all that is sacred, unhand him Ethan!" She whisper shouted, coming closer, the first of her tears spilling over as Grayson stumbled toward her. Forgetting he's a foot taller and a lot heavier, he hugged her a little too carelessly, pressing her closer as he put almost all his weight on her, nearly tumbling over and crushing her.

Ethan felt her distress for she couldn't speak up, grabbing his brother by the clothes on his back and pulled him away.

"Bro, you're crushing her! What the fuck are you doing?!" Ethan didn't bother keeping his voice down, genuinely enraged with the situation. He wanted to help his twin, more than anything he wished he could find him an anchor to this world, but he had tipped over on the grand scale of things and he had went from the grey into the black.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N. I'm so sorry." Grayson's strangled apologies had entirely shattered Y/N and she couldn't hold back her cries anymore.

"Grayson, why? Why are you doing this to yourself?!" She felt her chest constrict, the pain that came with a lack of air to her lungs hit her tenfold as the lump in her throat grew, obstructing her airways as well.

"You were my best friend and now I barely see you?! You were gone for almost two years, traveling the world and the next time I see you this happens? You're drunk! And you're not who I knew...You need help." She passed by Ethan, slapping his hands away as he tried to hold her back and keep her away, at a safe distance. He knew Grayson wouldn't hurt her on purpose, but he wouldn't take the risk. However, Y/N had a mind of her own - a complex, very emotional - listen to your heart - kind of a mind and he couldn't stop her from making this choice on her own - the choice to give his brother some sort of connection to this world; to save him from the raging storm inside his soul and anchor him enough for the waves to calm down.

"Please let us get you some help." She cupped Grayson's cheeks, gently to steady him, feeling his eyes look deep into hers, chocolate brown meeting murky waters of a long lost man that only wished for someone to keep. Someone to have and to hold and to cherish as his brother found in Y/N.

"O-okay."

Two years later

"Ethan, if you don't stop panicking, I will fucking drive myself!" Y/N shouted, her voice echoing the house, finally bringing some reason to a very distressed Ethan. He hadn't expected to wake up with contractions this night, nor ever in his life. He never expected he'd truly feel all the pain Y/N feels nor the fact that he's about to know what it means to give birth to twins. And he definitely didn't think he would be the one crying and running like a chicken with its head cut off, but here he is - crying, sweating buckets, unable to properly insert the key into his minivan because his hands are shaking like he's attached to a Pikachu who hates him.

Finally at the hospital, he asked for sedatives the doctors refused to prescribe in fear of it affecting Y/N's ability to give birth, which made him nauseous enough to throw up three times before joining Y/N in the delivery room.

Grayson arrived almost at the same time, forced into the room, but only by Y/N's head, strictly forbidden to check anything below her waist.

With both Dolan twins at her side, holding her hand, Y/N managed to bring two little humans into this world, a boy and a girl, each of them with very distinct soulmate marks on their bodies which truly made Y/N happy, knowing her children will have an easier road to love than she did.

And Ethan?

He watched his two little munchkins be pressed onto his soulmate's chest for the first time, covered in what would best be described as expired cheese and blood, but he could care less, leaning in to give them each a kiss, waiting for the cord to pulsate what's left of the blood and stem cells, so he could have the honor of cutting it. And yes, he cried, incredibly happy to be a father, to be with Y/N, to have the life he had been given. He never expected this to be his future and the gratitude he had was endless.

Twenty two years later

"Eth, honey?!" Y/N called out for Ethan, trying her best to prepare some breakfast as she knew Grayson would be by any moment now. He wanted to see his niece and nephew off, the twins leaving for their senior year of college any day now and another one finally starting his senior year at high school.

Three kids, twenty six years of soulmate kind of a marriage that they officially signed into the registry five years ago simply because Ethan was bored, numerous obstacles and all that while Y/N wrote a book on soulmate connections, specializing in a bond that existed solely on a spiritual level.

She and Ethan had quickly found they could feel each other even when they don't see each other, simply knowing where the other one is without telling one another. Whenever they tried hard enough, they could share dreams as well, something they learned early on because they always told each other the dreams they had and every bit of what they had experienced was the same. On the other hand, very rarely and only when emotions are running high, they could hear the other one's thoughts. That baffled them as it was random and very hard to realize at first, to notice an intrusion of someone elses thoughts inside your head, but it always came with a splitting headache so they only used it when it was absolutely necessary or as Y/N said - when Ethan tried to hide things from her.

And Grayson?

He had two failed marriages behind him, the second one falling apart at the moment. The only family he had was the one his brother and sister made for themselves, his dreams of it all working out long gone. His only source of happiness were the kids he was coming to see, all the way from Los Angeles to New Jersey where Ethan and Y/N ended up raising their children in.

"Yeah, beautiful?" Ethan peaked out from the hall, checking out his loving wife who had looked more enchanting as the years went by. He never got used to her, losing his breath every time he sees her, in every state she's in - emotional, angry, cheeky, happy, worried - every state she was ever in, Ethan loved her and he still couldn't believe she was his.

"We need milk. Someone drank all the almond milk and now I can't make us pancakes and I promised." She pursed her lips, throwing away the empty carton. Walking toward Ethan, she swayed her hips seductively on purpose, as if just asking wasn't enough to make him do anything she wanted. She slid her hands onto his shoulder, than her forearms over them until she was at her tiptoes, her lips ghosting over his as a small smile pushed its way onto her face when he brushed his nose against hers.

"Milk? Anything else?" Ethan cocked his eyebrow, smirking as he saw her cheeks flushed once she sensed his desire is greatly misplaced considering the timing.

"We just did anything else and I am more than willing to do anything else tonight too. But our birds are almost grown entirely and we need to send them on their merry way and I need you to spend some time with Grayson today. He's not doing well, E." Her forehead wrinkled, showing off all the worry lines she acquired over the years of taking care of three growing children, one of which took up after his uncle with all the allergies possible. And he loved every line. Every single crevice of her body, every damn imperfection, he only loved them more. Those imperfections stood witness of all the love they've shared, the life they lived. All of it.

"I know." Pecking the tip of her nose, Ethan groans, pressing his hard on against her just in case she changes her mind, but he knew she wouldn't.

"Go, you horny teenager." She whispered under her breath, kissing him properly like she always did before he left the house.

"I love you." Ethan mumbled, wanting nothing more than to take his wife upstairs, but he's a father too and he wanted his children to have a good last day before heading off to conquer the world.

"I love you too." She smiled against his lips, parting with him as if it's the last time she'll ever see him. The moment Ethan turned his back on her, Y/N slapped his ass, making him turn around with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh, you're gonna have to be punished tonight. Thoroughly." Winking, Ethan left his wife in the kitchen, but she wasn't alone for long as the kids quickly came round and made her head hurt. Sometimes it felt like they were all still very much five years old, not twenty two and seventeen. But Grayson walked in a moment later too.

"You're already having a crazy house, even at eight." Grayson chuckled, putting down his suitcase before walking over to Y/N, pecking her on the cheek - longingly, sweetly, tenderly, before he leaned on the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes set on three grown up devils chasing each other, passing the kitchen every minute at least once.

"Always, Gray. Always." Y/N laughed, wiping her hands on her apron before taking it off as well, leaning on the counter herself, her hand tucking itself under Grayson's elbow, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Just passed Ethan. He seemed chipper considering the time." Grayson stated, raising his right eyebrow in a teasing manor, forcing Y/N to hide her face in his arm for she knew Grayson knew why Ethan woke up so happy today and that she had a huge role in that.

"Yeah. So, how...how are you? Considering all?" She changed the topic to something she was more interested in. It was never easy on her, knowing Grayson's timer never worked after their accident and she felt somewhat responsible. It hurt her seeing Grayson crumble, seeing him lonely and bitter over love, over everything she had and was simply out of reach. Every girl he had was without a soulmate, each of them giving up for various reasons. Mostly, she missed Grayson. She missed him all the time, because he was always traveling, keeping busy. She missed his smile, the way he'd giggle, the way he'd scream the house down and how he'd always start up a dance party at any hour to make her laugh. He was always her best friend, her person, the one who knew what it felt to be on death's doorstep. He understood, he helped her through and he was there when Ethan wasn't. She forgave her husband for that, but she couldn't forget who was there holding her hand when every step she made was hell.

"Uh, fine. I guess." Grayson scratched his right eyebrow, clearing his throat.

Y/N leaned over just in time, just enough time to see.

"Fucking shit, your timer works!" She couldn't hide her excitement, noticing it was fully functional which mean Grayson might have something good on the horizon.

Frowning, Grayson looked at his wrist in panic, his eyes widening once he noticed the clock ticking too fast, way too quickly toward zero.

"What the?" Y/N managed to say just as the wind is knocked out of her lungs, her hand going to her heart and her look fixating in the distance, right on her three kids who were forming a pile of humans right at the front door, screaming over something she couldn't quite understand. Not when her heart stopped beating, not when her lips parted as a strangled cry passed them, not when all she could feel is pain.

And then the pain was gone, the timer on Grayson's wrist glowing brightly as he caught Y/N just before she fell to her knees, her eyes fighting to keep open while she gripped Grayson's comforting arms with all her might, hearing nothing but a faint 'I love you' echoing in her head, the splitting headache taking over, forcing her to give up and close her eyes; close her eyes to the world and open her eyes to her connection.

"Ethan?" She stood in the middle of a grand white staircase, the light blinding her.

"Right here." Y/N turned around swiftly, her hair falling forward as she looked at her husband, all dressed in white, just as young as he was when their connection was sealed.

"What? What is this?" Her voice shook and her lips quivered, the view of him looking so angelic rendering her shaken beyond belief. She couldn't understand, grasp what's happening, even if she knew.

"I promised you a forever and I meant it. Our forever just got a little shorter than we thought, yet so...so much longer than what I thought it would be." Ethan smiled, his eyes brimming with tears as he came closer, taking her shaky hands in his freezing cold ones, leaning down as he placed his forehead on hers, both closing their eyes for a single moment.

"I don't understand." She whispered fearfully, tightening her hold on Ethan, looking up at him with her teary eyes, her chin trembling.

"I love you. I didn't want to go, but we don't always have a choice, my beautiful, beautiful girl." Lifting his left hand, he placed it on her warm cheek, watching her lean into it instinctively, making it harder for him that it has to be. But he couldn't take the easy way out, even though it was offered to him. She didn't take it back then either.

"We've had so many happy years. Kids, each other, a big house and great jobs...we had it all. I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you on the porch swing eating biscuits like you planned when we get old, but I'll still be with you. In your dreams, always." Pressing his lips against her forehead, he took a step back, even when she started to cry.

"NO!"

"I will be waiting, my love. Always yours." Ethan started walking up the staircase, glancing back at Y/N, but her feet are unable to move no matter how hard she willed them to.

"Ethan, please! Please! I love you, please!"

Y/N's eyes snapped open, the harsh light unforgiving as her kids came into focus above her. And Grayson. He was there too, so painfully similar to the man she married.

Sitting up, her eyes fell to the timer that glowed so gloriously, tears falling down, her hand touching her chest right where she used to feel Ethan, finding nothing there at all.

That's when she realized:

"He's gone."

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Long list of facts about Lilja:

What makes them cry?

-When she's alone for too long and becomes lonely. Whenever she's in a heated argument she almost always starts to cry. Sometimes when she's overstimulated she cries but very rarely.

How would your OC describe themselves?

-quiet but friendly. Loyal to close friends and family. Creative and loves to draw and write. Absolutely loves music and playing the banjo.

What does your OC smell like?

-Pine trees, sage, and mint (she likes being clean and smelling like it)

What spice best represents your OC?

-Cumin

What is your OC’s most listened to song/artist of the year? of the decade?

-She listens to Snufkin play his harmonica a lot, as for an official song that would be There Beneath by The Oh Hellos

How does your OC sleep?

What do they wear to bed? What positions do they sleep in? How many pillows/blankets/mattresses do they need? Lights on or off? Any specific rituals around bedtime?

-They wear a big nightshirt to sleep in that they got from Snufkin.

She usually sleeps on their side but sometimes on their stomach.

They use one pillow but have a lot of plushies they sleep with.

They have a lot of blankets on their bed because they like the feel of the weight.

Lights off, a small lantern lighted for a nightlight.

She normally reads or writes before she goes to sleep, or she occasionally messes with their banjo (but not too much as it wakes Moomin).

During winter it's harder for them to sleep.

A stranger smiles at your OC in public. How does your OC respond?

-If she's literally never met them before she keeps their head down and doesn't keep eye contact with them.

What does your OC do when they get a stain on their clothes?

-She'll try to wash it as good as she can to lighten it. She hates any reminders of dirtiness on their body or clothing.

What is your OC’s favorite item of clothing they own?

-Their small cloak (similar to a poncho?)

Does your OC generally assume the best or the worst in people ?

-She tries to assume the best in people.

Does your OC listen to the same some on repeat for 6 months straight or are they regularly seeking out new songs?

-Almost always listens to The Oh Hellos and hasn't really tried to find any other band.

Is your OC good with kids?

Do they want kids?

Do they even like kids?

-She does best with older kids (7 and up) younger kids stress them out too easily. She's not sure if she wants kids, she's not too focused on that at the moment. She generally likes kids, especially due to the fact they're filled with imagination and wonder.

How can you tell if your OC is in a good mood? How can you tell of they're in a bad one?

-When she's happy she stims by foot tapping and stimming by shaking their paws.

When she's in a bad mood she avoids making eye contact, rubs their torso with their arms over and over (something I do), and also scratches their skin a lot.

What is the worst thing your OC has ever done? Do they regret it?

-Not sure if this is the exact worst thing she's done but once she was in an argument with Snufkin and she snatched his harmonica and threw it into the ocean. At first she didn't regret it but then realized that it would be like if someone threw their banjo in the ocean. She regretted it then. Later she purchases him a new one as a way to apologize.

What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Favorite mythical creature? Favorite cryptid?

-She loves foxes. Their favorite mythical creature is Pegasus. Favorite cryptid is either The Lock Ness monster or Moth Man.

Does your OC prefer Grand Romantic Gestures or little acts of care?

-Definitely little acts of care. She tends to get really flustered if it's a grand romantic gesture.

What does your OC do when they can’t fall asleep?

-Goes for a walk outside till she feels sleepy.

Does your OC dress for practicality or for the aesthetic?

-More for practicality. Don't get me wrong she likes fashion but would rather be prepared so practical clothes are better.

How does your OC respond to being told "I love you"?

-Usually with a smile and if she feels like it she'll ask for a hug.

What makes your OC go feral?

-Birds.

How does your OC calm down when they’re angry?

-Stimming and sitting in their room until she calms down.

Does your OC take a soup or a salad?

-Soup. She likes salad but it can be too cold.

What is the strangest thing your OC always carries in their pocket/bag, and why?

-An old stick doll that Snufkin made for them when they were little. It gives them good luck.

Is your OC more of a casual flirting type, a type to have crushes, or a falling in love type?

-Crushes.

Is your OC more of a thinker, a talker, or a doer?

-Thinker.

What kind of first impression does your OC give?

-Snufkin clone.

What would The Bad Place look like for your OC? what would be their specially tailored form of eternal torture?

-Loud sounds, flashing lights, basically an overstimulation goldmine.

What was your OC's first word as a baby?

-"Muumee" aka moomin.

Is there a smell your OC can’t stand?

-Vinegar.

What kind of socks does your OC wear?

-Wool socks.

How does your OC react to seeing a spider in their house?

-She always gets help from their dads to get rid of it. She's extremely scared of spiders.

What is your OC’s comfort food?

-Mashed potatoes.

How physically affectionate is your OC?

-She's ok with most physical affection as long as she initiates it. She's not especially huggy though.

Does your OC thrive on change or stability?

-Stability. She needs structure and a routine to thrive.

What are your OC’s three favourite scents?

-Snufkin's smoking herbs, the pancakes Moomin cooks in the morning, and lavender.

What colours does your OC wear the most? Which ones do they avoid wearing?

Purple is their favorite color. Neon colors she tends to avoid simply because they're very bright.

What was your OC’s childhood fear?

-She was scared of the Lady of the cold and the Groke.

What is your OC most likely to get arrested for?

-Messing with parkkeepers and pulling up signs like their pappa Snufkin.

Who does your OC call in the middle of the night when they need someone to talk to?

-Moomin. He's a great comforter.

Are they multilingual? what languages do they speak?

-All the languages that Lilja speaks from most fluent to least fluent: Finnish, Swedish, English.

If you OC were a fruit, what would they be and why?

-Passion fruit?

What is your OC’s opinion on candy corn?

-Flavor is tolerable and texture is eh.

What colour pen does your OC use?

-Purple.

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