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[raidenamane]

Not quite the ask game but imagine a moody sunshine, deliberately ignoring Jack on their cellphone, aka Jack brat-taming them and they secretly want it...

oop so yea jack and brat-taming, pleaaasee?<3

Ooooh brat taming yessssss >:3c

Content: cnc, brat taming, spanking

For the ask game (sort of)

"Sunshine... Sunspot... Baby? Darling? Dear?"

Jack's voice is an audible pout, his hands wandering up your shirt as he tries to get your attention. His lips are pressed to the side of your neck and you can feel them move against your skin as he speaks.

You simply keep scrolling. You're not about to give him the time of day. Not when you know how much more fun he is when he gets frustrated with you. And it's so easy to do. Just ignoring him is enough to get him riled up...

"Sunshine..." His tone is a warning now, fingers digging in just a little rougher and teeth scraping against your skin.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning. You refuse to look up from your phone, humming softly to yourself as you ignore Jack's advances. It won't be much longer.

"Fine, you want to play it that way?"

Your phone is pulled out of your hands and tossed onto the other side of the couch. His arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder so he can carry you to the bedroom. He's so huffy about it. It's almost cute, how desperate he is for your attention. How willing he is to get rough with you when you won't give it to him.

He tosses you onto the bed with a growl, tugging at your ankles and wrestling you over his knee. You're not sure whether to expect his fingers inside of you or his palm on your ass, but you're excited either way. He's always more fun when you've got him all worked up like this...

His hand comes down hard on your ass, other hand pressed between your shoulder blades to brace you roughly against him. He's brutal, relentless as he punishes you for daring to ignore him. You try to bite your tongue for as long as you can, desperate not to react. But it's too good, he's too good...

"There we go, moan for me Sunshine. We both know how much you love this~"

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Jealous Jack🫦🫦🫦

Zelophilia! If you would be so kind, I would like to request the jealousy kink with Jack. Like we know he gets stabby, but what if our dear sunshine got off on the idea of making Jack jealous to reap the benefits of delicious jealous make up sex? Drool.

Content: zelophilia, rough sex, degradation, biting blood, implication of murder

For the ask game

There's nothing quite like his bloodstained gloves gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. The way his teeth and lips mark up your neck, shoulders, chest. The pace at which he fucks you, like he's trying to punish you for daring to make him jealous.

"Couldn't help being slutty, could you Sunshine?" His voice is a low growl as he fucks you into the mattress. "I couldn't let him have you. No one else can have you."

"Jack~" Your legs lock around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders as he pounds into you.

"See what you made me do, Sunshine? I didn't want to, but you forced my hand. Flirting with him like a shameless whore. What else could I do?"

With how tight he holds your hips, you know you'll wind up with finger-shaped bruises. And plenty of blood to wash off too. Some of it your own, spilling around his teeth as he bites hard into your shoulder. All you can do is cling to him and moan, aching for more. For him to punish you more.

"You're mine. And I won't let you forget it."

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I put chicken costume if it meant getting more cash🤑🤑🤑🤑/j

Oh yandere Phobos with prompt 2 cause that really seems to fit him.

I think when I was writing the prompts I was THINKING of him for this one so that's probably why ^^;

Yandere! Director Phobos Prompt 2

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Forced relationship, Power dynamic, Abuse of power, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Intimidation.

Without him, you had nothing. Director Phobos had given you a purpose to fulfill. If that was true, it upset him to know you weren't loyal.

He took you in to work for him. He thought your skills were what the Science Tower needed to thrive! For the longest time, you did listen to everything he said.

You were such a diligent worker. You always came to him when called and reported all of your findings. Then he made the mistake of having you interact with Christoff and Hofnarr....

It was after that you no longer listened. You still came when called, but you were always so distant. He was no longer the first person on your mind.

He was no idiot, he knew what was wrong.

That traitor had convinced you that he was the bad guy. He single-handedly ruined your loyalty. Such a thought enraged Phobos.

He was really starting to like you. You were starting to become his favorite as you act like you owed him. He was the one who gave you this job.

You can't just disobey him now.

"Just what are you and Christoff planning, (Y/N)?"

"We've been working on Project: Nexus like you wanted, sir."

He had called you into his office, prepared to confront you on this issue. You were still playing your act, weren't you? He laughs at your answer, grinning with sharp teeth.

"You're so cute when you lie, (Y/N).... However, I wish you didn't doubt my intellect."

"Sir...?"

"Just how loyal are you to me?"

"I'd do anything for you, sir."

"Really? Would you say the same for Christoff?"

"No-"

"Yes you would, (Y/N)!"

Phobos slams a large hand on his desk, glaring at you.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

His voice is in a hiss, causing you to shuffle backwards in fear. Phobos was not good to be around when angered. You needed to calm him down.

"Yes, it is indeed an honor... I assure you I am honored to work alongside you." You squeak out, ignoring the last part of what he said. It felt strange to think your boss... loved you like that.

"Prove it."

"Hm?"

"Prove to me you'd do anything for me. That you're truly honored to work for me. That you LOVE me as your leader."

You grimace at what he's implying. You needed this job... but was it worth it to do this? To grovel at his feet for his pleasure? The fear of him killing you or ruining your life eats away at you and you sigh.

You bow down at his feet when he walks towards you. He chuckles at you kneeling, leaning down.

"You will no longer speak to Christoff. I will put you in a private area to work where you have no chance to speak with him."

"Yes, sir."

"Tell no one else this but you are the favorite..."

You flinch when he tilts your head up to look at him. You stared at his helmet, hoping he'd be merciful.

"It would be a shame to get rid of you because you're talking to traitors. Your heart and loyalty belong to me and me only, understand?"

"Yes, sir...."

"Call me Phobos when it's just us here."

"Yes, Phobos...."

"My name out of your lips is adorable... taking you in was a good decision."

Phobos thankfully backs up, giving you some space to breathe.

"Think about it, aren't you lucky?"

You're gestured to your feet while Phobos sits back in his chair.

"You're pretty well known in the Science Tower, you even have ME adoring you. Do you know how lucky you are? Only one person can win me over and that's you...."

"Thank you, Phobos..." You whisper, clearing your throat. "May I go back to my work?"

"Of course, but you work in my office now."

"Huh?"

"Someone as important as you should work closest to me, yes?"

"Well... yes, of course-"

"Then no more arguments. Sit down right over there."

Deciding to close your mouth, you sit at the computer you're told to. You should've been happy, this was a raise, right? Although, whenever Phobos looked at you, you felt uncomfortable.

It was nice to be moving up in the world. Yet was this the best way? To be a play thing for your boss just for extra cash.

Was it really worth it?

It certainly didn't feel like it.

Phobos didn't care about your discomfort, he just silently watched as you typed away at your new PC.

You were beside him like he always wanted...

Just where you belong in his empire.

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Trapped with jester mentioned.

杂多, also i'm a dumbass i check the artbook after finishing p4

[raidenamane]

you asked for some madness combat requests, so here’s an idea: headcanons for yandere 2bdamned and hank falling for the same person? having both of nevada’s most wanted pining for you must not be a fun time.

It's certainly not-

Yandere! Hank J. Wimbleton vs 2BDamned

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry/Poly

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Implied kidnapping, Stalking, Murder, Isolation, Possessive behavior, They can fight but it's also implied they can share, Overprotective behavior.

- They both have different Yandere personalities so that's a good place to start.

- Hank, as I've covered in the past, is one to sit back and watch you from a distance.

- He only really comes up to you for affection or to pry someone away from you.

- 2B is more vocal than Hank although he prefers keeping you in his lab rather than following you around.

- They do share some traits, though.

- They're both possessive and manipulative.

- Which may or may not be very helpful in a rivalry between them.

- 2B takes longer than Hank to grow attached to you.

- He has some issues with intimate connections.

- Granted, Hank takes time falling for you too, but it's quicker than 2B.

- Being allies they try not to fight over you much but it comes up.

- For example, Hank would be possessive of you, much to 2B's annoyance.

- That or 2B locks Hank out of his lab to spend time with you.

- They would not straight up use hand-to-hand combat when they fight, more or less pushing the other around.

- Hank would win if they really went all out, anyway....

- They both care for you and can get protective even if they get jealous of one another.

- 2B is 'well-equipped' in ensuring your health and safety is in check.

- While Hank is a protective murder machine willing to make anyone a smudge on the floor if they looked at you wrong.

- Hank is not sadistic when getting rid of rivals, but 2B is-

- 2B is also one to convey his affection for you through actions and words while Hank just prefers actions.

- Out of the two of them, you may see 2B the most often.

- He tends to keep you in his lab for safety and your presence.

- Hank would love to stay too, it's just he's sent off with Deimos and Sanford more often.

- Which may or may not be due to 2B.

- Although when Hank returns to be patched up, he's quick to rush to your side in search of some sort of praise or affection.

- Out of the two of them 2B may be more pleasant to talk to.

- He actually talks and has honest conversations with you.

- While Hank mostly just stares, gives grunts of approval, and suffocates you in bone-crushing hugs.

- Having both of them fall for you removes your freedom....

- You're either being closely observed by 2B at his lab...

- or stalked day and night by Hank outside of 2B's lab.

- You'll always have eyes on you.

- The good news is you're kept safe from the A.A.H.W?

- Along with everything else....

- Isolation is something you'll encounter if they both claim to adore you.

- You'll only really interact with the two, maybe Deimos and Sanford although they're rushed out the lab fast.

- 2B and even Hank take good care of you despite their fighting, but being near them both scares you.

- You wanted to be free... to go home and live your life as best as you can in Nevada!

- You never wanted to be sandwiched between two murderous criminals all because they like you....

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This is an idea I've had for a long time but can you do a scenario with Hank and a Darling who knew each other before Hank became a mass murderer? Basically Darling was Hank's only friend and they were very close, Hank already felt an obsession love for Darling but he didn't have the opportunity to confess until there was the boombox accident and after years of the event they meet again, it could be interesting

That sounds like a good idea! I'll try and see what I got >:) Mute! Hank because I love that version- Mixes main series and Project Nexus so sorry Hank's appearance is not consistent like the series.

Before Your Madness...

Yandere! Hank J. Wimbleton Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Murder, Abduction, Swearing, Attempted forced kiss, Stalking, Hank's oddly soft in this when with you, Forced/Dubious relationship (Implied Darling puts up with it because they still care for him)

When you knew Hank you always saw him as a... temperate man. He didn't seem to like other grunts. Hank was always silent... keeping to himself.

Unless you happened to be around. That was the only time Hank tolerated another grunt. You were his only friend, which made him not lonely.

Hank wasn't sure why he liked you. Maybe it was because your nature balanced his brewing violent one? He wasn't sure and didn't care.

While other grunts strayed away from him in the Nevada streets... you shuffled alongside him. Hank appreciated you even if he never said it. Others could sense the dark potential within him...

You either couldn't or also didn't care.

Hank may not have been one to talk yet he could listen. He listened to you for every chat you two had. You frequented the park where the boombox incident occurred much later, Hank followed you there every day.

You could say you two were friends. You considered Hank a best friend, your mute grunt companion. He was the one you could always count on for comfort in trying times.

Hank, despite only showing affection through following and body language... cared for you deeply. Romance wasn't entirely dead within him and he tried to show his care towards you. You'd often hold hands, or he'd pull you to lean on him.

His obsession foreshadowed what was to come. Months afer it all started the world fell into madness. Hank's story had begun ever since that boombox incident began. Everything unraveled from there...

In his eyes he wanted to pull you in and keep you to himself.

You soon become lost in the middle of it.

He's a killing machine and good at it.

What's Hank doing now? Being Nevada's most wanted. The darkness that stirred within him has now manifested into killer instinct. Hank has changed from when you knew him.

The newly corrupted land hasn't affected just him. It's affected many. You happened to be included.

You fought enough to survive. You've seen enough of this world that you can barely remember more peaceful times. You took jobs to survive.

It was also the name of a wanted criminal.

You worked with the Sheriff at one point in time... making him a contact you could call upon in your time of need (or his-). The moment you heard the name 'Hank' spill from his lips you had ran to his aid. Hank was a familiar name...

You both meeting the Sheriff may have been fate. You weren't entirely on the side of the coward but having any ally was a good thing. When you saw Hank... memories flooded into your mind. When he looked at you... you could only assume the same for him.

Hank slowly lowers his sword from the Sheriff, only to turn to you. You mouth the word 'Hank' with your mouth, backing up. There was no way Nevada's most wanted...

Was the same friend you met before the world plunged to madness.

As usual, Hank says nothing. He stalks closer to you in clothing as dark as shadow. When he's in front of you there's an unnerving silence.

The Sheriff took the time to flee. It was just you and the killing machine. You hear his breathing from his mask....

Large hands push you to the wall, slamming onto the concrete beside your head. Like a predator trapping prey his build hides you from anyone's view.

You only see your disturbed reflection in his goggles. His breath is still heavy and you can't figure out what's running through his mind. You are in no position to fight him.

You stay still when he moves his hands to your face, cupping you in his hands. You swear he'll break your neck... his touch strange against your skin. Hank's... lost in thought.

It's then Hank suddenly wraps his arms around your torso. You're pulled into his chest as he puts his head on yours. You know you should kill him... he's killed so many in this place.

But you've heard he just comes back...

You also still think of him back in a time where the world wasn't shit.

This touch of his wasn't... repulsive. In a way it was a comfort in a world as cold as this. You just wish it wasn't so tight.

"Hank...?"

You say the name in an unsure tone. Were you trying to be friendly? It was hard as you still harbored fear towards the mass murderer.

Either way hearing his name caused Hank to pull back. His hands are on your shoulders, goggles staring at you in an unreadable gaze. Did he miss you?

"... you remember me? Even now?"

He slowly nods his head.

"Hank... wow, you have quite the reputation."

He shrugs, moving his hands to yours.

"I wasn't expecting you to still be... gentle? Even now I can't believe we were friends..."

You're pulled closer at that statement, arm around your waist as his other hand rests on your cheek. The moment his thumb rolls over your lips you realize he's telling you something. You're not his friend...

You're more.

"Hank... hell of a time to tell me-"

He pulls his mask down slightly, revealing a metal jaw and butchered scars. You widen your eyes and flinch away when he leans closer.

"Woah, slow down...."

You move your hands to his face and hold him still. Hank pauses, only staring at you.

Hank doesn't move. You see behind him one of the Sheriff's goons sneak up behind Hank. Jebus, you believed was the name he went by at times. In an act of respect, you slip Hank's mask back on.

"Give it time. We've only just met up again. I can't just... kiss you like that."

"Look behind you, big guy."

Hank knew what you meant and spun around. You took the time to slip away.

That was when you had met up with Hank again... at the same time you nearly got a taste of the obsession he held towards you.

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Ever since then your life never went back to "normal". No... after being so close to Hank you had felt he never truly left you. Probably because... he didn't.

To obtain you.

After that Sheriff hunt of his he kept an eye on you. Everywhere you went, combat boots followed. Grunts were cut or shot down, blood covered his black clothing... Hank had a new goal.

You usually never saw him, but you sensed him. Hank was always there. Part of you found it comforting... yet you kept reminding yourself this Hank wasn't the Hank from before.

It would never be like before in your mind.

You had wondered when it would all come to a head. When he would finally show himself to you and get things over with. He clearly wanted something.

You had an answer when you set up camp to rest. It was just you and the dark red sky. You cuddled up on your cobbled together bed and rest.

It was then Hank swooped in. He stands over your resting body in bed, staring with curiosity and yearning. It's then he can't wait any longer....

Hank steals you from your camp and carries you off to somewhere he feels you'll be better cared for.

When you wake up from your slumber... it's to metal walls and Hank's gaze. His hand strokes your cheek lovingly and soft. A behavior not fitting of his new persona....

You try to sit up, Hank only pushes you back. Along with his bloodlust... his adoration for you grew in the madness. He isn't sure how to express it... but he knows he doesn't want you to leave.

"Why am I here, Hank?"

It's a foolish question, he gives no response. He only continues to keep a hand on your cheek.

"You were stalking me... you kidnapped me-"

He pauses his affection momentarily to nod. He was always... blunt.

"Why?"

He traces a heart on your chest, an action you'd think was cute if he had done it years ago....

"Hank... I get you still care for me-"

He traces a bigger heart.

"... love me... but you can't just take me like this. We can't... do this."

Hank stares at you. He then shakes his head and lays beside you on the bed he put together for you. (most likely with help from someone?)

You say nothing more. You doubted you could get into his head. You try to remain calm when Hank pulls your back into his chest, arms around you tightly like restraints.

You have little energy to fight him. In a way... you still trust him. Maybe he is still that friend you cared for long ago? Just... twisted, like everything else in this world.

Even now... you are Hank's closest partner since the beginning.

Many would die brutally before he ever let you go again.

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Still a bit shy to ask right away but ay I'll give it a try since I have been quite worn out ;;;;

Maybe the Prompt for the Hoffnar's Daughter Darling this time? Since the last one was a bit vague (my bad, first time asking) Prompt like, Darling trying her best to not give away hints that she's related to Tricky/Hoffnar, and the only ones that know about are the gang except, of course, Hank-- I'm trying, I swear :""D have a nice day-

So, what I'm getting from this is Sanford, Deimos, and 2BDamned know you're related to Tricky but Hank doesn't. There's some good reasons behind that, honestly.

Also, woah, Hank talking in one of my fics? How rare-

Relations

Yandere! Hank J. Wimbleton Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Stalking, Staring, Murder mention, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship, Sadism, Hank weaponizes you against Tricky.

You were never open about your heritage. It never came up and honestly, with who you're working with, it would only cause problems. Only a select few knew about it.

Your uncle, Jeb was an obvious one even though he was not in your group. Yet you also felt comfortable telling Sanford, Deimos, and 2B. The only one in your group you refuse to tell?

Hank, the man who has a raging rivalry with your father.

You had your reasons for keeping it secret. First of all, the fear that the information would get in the way. Who knows, maybe Hank will turn on you if you said you were related to Hofnarr. You'd rather stay on his good side.

It's not like you kept in contact with your father after the fall of Nexus. After his mutation it was hard to communicate without him bringing up sadistic ways of murder. He still loved you, you knew that, it was just dangerous to interact.

You found a home with Hank's group, but were unsure of how to feel about Hank himself. You never knew if he was truly on your side or not. He also... looked at you funny.

Even when you're unaware Hank's red goggles would burn into you. Being unable to read those eyes of his concerned you. According to the others he was always strange.

Yet did he always stare at everyone with such intensity? You never saw him like this around Sanford and Deimos. Not even 2B, the grunt that patches him up all the time.

It was always you. Like he knew something you don't. Sometimes you wonder if he saw through your lies.

"I doubt he knows about it." 2B would tell you. "Although I will admit he has been acting odd lately."

It's not like you could confront him, either. How do you approach a man of his size, strength, and stature casually? You liked to stay away from him.

Hank, on the other hand, didn't want to stay away. In fact he wanted to be closer. Much to your fear....

You couldn't ignore it much longer when Hank went to your father's old lab for a mission. Only to return with a broken frame of Hofnarr, Jeb, and someone familiar. Once you see that frame in his large hand you froze.

His stare, much more intense now, digs into you when he spots you. His confrontation with you is much rougher than normal. Although, you're lucky he doesn't kill you.

"You're related to that clown?"

His tone is gruff and cold. Despite his intimidating behavior, you notice his grip isn't all that tight. Like despite him knowing who you were related to now he didn't wish to break you.

"Y-Yes... I'm nothing like him, though!"

You feel him lean down, breath hot behind his mask.

"I know."

"Then what do you want with me-"

"You. What better way to hurt that clown than to keep you with me."

"What...?"

Hank pushes you closer, red goggles still as unreadable as ever. You feel him lift your chin curiously, getting you to look at him.

"For the longest time I thought you were special. You gave me a feeling better than any killing could. If you give me a feeling so strong... I'm not letting that clown have you ever again."

Hank didn't kill you. In fact, he never even considered it. His reaction to you being related to Tricky was to keep you as far away from the clown as he could.

Such behavior did not help the rivalry between the two....

In fact the longer you were around Hank, the more intense your missions got. You assumed Hank let something slip to Tricky that he had you. Leading to the clown attacking more often....

From what you could tell, your heritage made Hank confident. He loved to use you against your father.... For what reason?

To keep you to himself and harm one of his greatest enemies. Two birds, one stone.

You were right to not trust Hank and his motives, even if he does claim you're so special to him.

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[raidenamane]

Man I wish I could draw.. but atleast I can write…

I have no regrets

Rb if u agree, spread this meme- 😭

[raidenamane]

So I discovered I have a new type-

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Wukong doodles

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LMAOO

When you don’t say I love you back.

Multiple characters headcannon

Authors note: this is not spelling checked, grammar checked, punctuation checked so don’t come at me. I’m lazy.

Warnings: NSFW Content (kinda)

“Shit..babe!” He boomed to you across from the empty kitchen cabinet, before closing it to quickly put on some slides.

“I’ve gotta head out to the shop down the road for a quick minute, we’re outta snacks to eat with the movie.”

“Oh okay, see you later then, and don’t worry I won’t start the film without you..”

“You better not. Anyways bye, I love you.”

“Yeah.”

The type to walk back in and question it

He didn’t notice that you didn’t reply to him until he had closed the door behind him. That’s when it came to him.

Immediately after the door shut, he ripped it wide open again a confused and offended look on his face, as he stared down at you on the couch. “Babe.”

You turned to face him, an innocent expression painting your features. “Yeah? You forget something?”

“I think you’re the one forgetting something..” You glance around faking a puzzled look before returning your gaze to him,

“No...I don’t think I did. What are you talking about?” He was now crossing his arms at you, a disappointed look on his face.

“Y/N.” Yikes, he’s going first name bases with you; he was not playing around. It was a little funny to watch him react like this though, because you could see the small pout on his face despite the scowl he was presenting to you.

“Yes handsome?” You say mockingly wanting to see how far you could take this.

“Why didn’t you say it back?”

“Say what back?”

“y’know what I’m talking about.“

“Do I?”

“…”

You better kiss him now that you’ve made him sad.

Characters: MIDORIMA, kagami, giyuu, jean, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, osamu, Ushijima, NANAMI, geto, LUCIFER, diavolo, todoroki, Iida. (Anyone you like)

The type to not process it until AFTER they’ve bought the snacks

It was while he was tapping his card to the register that he himself also registered-

“Wait a damn minute.”

He’s rushing his ass back home, the distant yell that he dropped his snacks, left unheard from the poor cashier.

When he arrives home though..

“So..” he starts, falling back onto the couch with you. “You know you're the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met right?” He tries buttering you up a bit in hopes it’ll get you in a ‘good mood’.

“You’re just so SO beautiful, that every time I look at you there are only hearts in my eyes..y’know that right? Right baby?..” you only nod your head trying to stop the smile forming on your face.

“I just.. love you so much y’know?”

“Thank you.”

“Baby, I love you.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

“I. Love. You.”

“Why do you keep repeating that?”

“You’re gonna make me cry.”

You say it back to him once he starts tickling the hell outta you.

Characters: dimple, REIGEN, KISE, rengoku, connie, armin, NISHINOYA, HINATA, OIKAWA, choso, gojo, MAMMON, DENKI. (Anyone you like)

The type to give you a dirty look and repeat it again LOUDER.

“..bitch.”

“Are you not gonna say it back?” Is what he would say to you, but instead he only resorted to giving you a not so…pretty look.

You knew damn well what you were doing. He’s no fool to you and your pranks, but that still didn’t explain the reason why he continued trying to make you say it back.

“Let’s try this again.”

“…” You give him a neutral look, a small smile dying to crack onto your lips.

“Bye, I LOVE you.” He tried emphasising the love part making sure you would get the hint of what he was waiting on.

“Mhm..yeah, now go buy the snacks I’m hungry.” Are you trying to get yourself killed? This is not the type of guy you should be fooling around with this kinda stuff.

“I’m not going anymore” he walks away from the door before striding over to you.

“What? Why? H-hey! What are you doin-” he grips onto your waist before hosting you onto his shoulder.

“Gotta find out why my girls being so stubborn, so what better way than..”

That’s how you ended up here, hands tied behind your back, and a blindfold on, all your senses focused on only him and the distant sound of the TV.

Every time he would say he loved you, If you didn’t reply back to him fast enough the restraints would stay on for an extra minute while he went ahead and watched the movie without you.

“I love you.” Jesus, you could practically feel the devious smirk he had on his face.

“I. Love. You. Too.” You reply with a small hiss through clenched teeth. He only chuckled at your tone giving you a slight pat on your head. “Bet you won’t try this again huh?”

He’s sleeping on the couch.

Characters: AOMINE, SANEMI, eren, UKAI, IWAIZUMI, tendou, ATSUMU, toji, satan, solomon, bakugou. (Anyone you like)

The type to immediately start apologising for no reason

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll never do it again.”

He doesn’t even open the door before he’s on his knees looking up at you for some hint that you weren’t angry at him. “Please say something..”

The reason you obviously couldn’t say anything at that moment was because you just didn’t expect him to go down on his knees and beg for forgiveness for who knows what-

“Look I know this must be about eating the takeout and only leaving the empty bowl behind to make it look as though I didn’t- and this obviously must also be about me stealing your shirt and accidentally using it as a washcloth- or maybe it’s the underwe-”

“OKAY!” You yell putting both your hands in front of his face rendering him confused, “I-I get it! Okay..”

he only cocks his head to the side moments before his face drops when you tell him it was a prank.

“Oh..it is?..”

“Yeah…”

“So you still love me?”

“Very much.”

…

“..wait- what did you do with my underwear?”

He’s gone silent.

He’s getting up.

He’s walking away.

He’s running now.

“Wha- Hey! Come back here!”

“Gotta buy the snacks now, bye!”

This man is NOT as innocent as he looks.

Characters: serizawa, tengen, REINER, kuroo, BOKUTO, LEVIATHAN, Asmodeus. (Anyone you like)

[raidenamane]

sigma behavior

I want to sit on Diavolo’s face so fucking bad 

Nsfw ♛

Same nonnie, same <3

Diavolo himself wants you to sit on his face so fucking bad!!- it’s the first thing he insists on doing to ‘get you ready for his cock’.

He lays down on the bed and practically drags your body up to his face, desperate to get his mouth on you. Now don’t insult him by trying to hover or keep your weight off of him. Sit. On. His. Face.

If you still try to hold yourself up a bit, Diavolo will wraps his arms around your legs, fingers digging into your soft thighs and pull you down until your full weight is on him!!! He’ll be fine-

Eats you out like he’s starved-

Alternating between licking long, fat strips along your pussy getting as much of your slick as he can into his mouth to sucking harshly on your clit. It’s all sloppy as Diavolo practically makes out with your cunt, gently rocking your hips in time with his tongue.

Tests what you like more and then repeats that over and over until you’re a mess!! moaning ‘n whining his name, grabbing his hair just to ground yourself a bit and feeling him moan vibrate against your cult when you do-

He’ll be watching you the whole time too, eyes starring up at you so intensity it’s like he’s trying to burn your body into him mind. Especially when you cum all over his face- ‘so gorgeous when you’re lost in pleasure~’

Trying desperately to squirm away as he keeps your body in place, licking up every drop of your cum and then some.

You’re reminded of his slightly terrifying demonic strength when he won’t let you up….he doesn’t stop you with words, he just nips at the inside of your thigh as a warning and holds you down….his tongue almost lazily circling your clit to hear you cry out some more…

You’ll have to be crying from overstimulation or yank at his hair to get him to take his mouth off you- and even then he still doesn’t want to let you go…yet.

[raidenamane]

Need him

TF1!Sentinel Prime x Cybertronain Racer! reader (GN)

TW : Manipulation, possessive behavior

(this is my first time writing for the transformers franchise so im very sorry if my terminology and information on this is extremely skewed/inconsistent but i hope can you enjoy it :,) )

You are an icon, an inspiring bot, and your popularity has skyrocketed ever since you became a racer. Now that the thought is on your mind, you can only really remember ever being a racer, nearly your identity.

It is your passion, your art.

Countless bots, ranging from miners to high-ranked guards, look up to you. Surprisingly enough, the few things that can possibly top races are the before and aftermath interviews. It keeps you well-grounded and helps you remember why you do what you do; it's for everyone, cogless or not. Your words and actions further empower and keep the miners striving for success and only the best future.

From the thrill to the fame, it nearly gives you everything you adore. Even the attention of the one and only Prime.

Sentinel is quickly interested in you in more ways than one. And the signs are fast to come from nowhere. From the first time, you are surprised and excited when The Sentinel comes from behind to congratulate you for yet another victory with the current race. Needless to say, you and the public are amazed by the sudden turn of events.

You are a clever bot, but his charming words have you swooned, especially when he asks if he can ask some questions himself when, in his words, "...there's less of curious eyes staring at us."

Nevertheless, a stir of emotions pokes your mind. While you also are primarily sure that Sentinel is pleased with you. There's a very worried side of yourself wondering if you did too much. Considering that your popularity has spiked up next to Sentinel's.

He'd never tell you, but one of the reasons for his interest in you was that you have and are on par with him in terms of adoration. Even your merchandise would be created and quickly sold off. So, of course, having a fragile ego with subtle confrontation, he wanted to get to know "a little more about the famous racer he's been hearing about."

Perhaps it's the fact that you are still filled with dazed wonders about your Icon. You fail to notice that he keeps snug servos on your shoulder plates; in fact, you feel all the more honored that he's touching you so willingly!

He questions you in his tower, which you feel a whole other level of luxury. Your face is covered by a broad smile you failed to keep under wraps for him. Although Sentinel saw you nearly as an equal in popularity, you, on the other hand, wonder if this is a dream. A dream of being recognized and interviewed by Sentinel Prime himself!

The questions around the end of the interview get more personal, which passes your mindless optics. Honestly, he thought you were adorable for such a tough-looking racer to be so in awe and gripping their knees tightly with their servos. All for him, you are acting like this for him.

When the interview finally ends, he shakes your servos in his hand, which lasts a second or two, and your optics never seem to leave each other's gaze. You are finally sent on your way home as he asks for more information from Archind.

Times like these become more frequent, and the two of you quickly become close regarding friends, of course! But soon enough, you catch small details that can't help but make you think that there's more going on with Sentinel.

He actually starts attending your interviews, and you can't help but think that he could possibly be rooting for you during races. If you win, which is most of the time, he'll wait until everyone pipes down from your glamorous victory, and he will give you a gift like no other, a gift that truly outshines the rest!

If you happen to lose, which you can find yourself doing, he will be the first to comfort you even if the loss doesn't make you all too down. Of course, he still has his boundaries of only wanting to do it behind closed doors to keep up with the solid and admirable Prime he is.

Whether you were to see it or not, your relationship eventually becomes...interesting, to say the least. You find yourself spending more time with him, which is a very odd thing to say about your average bot. You even see him becoming more possessive over you even though you can perfectly defend yourself from any harm. But he still finds his way of keeping you up in that tower, spending any time he has available for you.

Touches also become ordinary, especially during the interviews, which initially surprises you. From wrapping his large arm around your whole body to congratulating you. To even the smallest moments of him taking your servo in his, holding it long enough as you walk together side by side.

Did I mention that he becomes possessive and has a fragile ego? Yep, he quickly gets jealous when some close companions of yours come up to greet and talk to you. He watches you enjoy yourself within their company...a little too much. He'll find his way of coming up between you and your friend. And like an irritated bird fluffing their further to appear bigger. And his status alone will definitely scare off most of your friends.

Of course, you are irritated by him. He totally comes up with the excuse, "What? Don't tell me that they are better than me." " Who's the one you've been cheering you on? I'll tell you one thing: It's not them."

As time passes, it all becomes clearer to you. From him pushing your friends away to keeping you in his tower only to let you out for your races and interviews, his touches. And finally, to him, all of a sudden, confirming your relationship during an argument.

"You can't do a single thing to me, starlight."

"You and I? We are a power couple, and I want it."

"Oh, you are finally getting it? You may be fast on race tracks, but here you are, mine, starlight."

You can't leave; you can't leave him. His little racer is caged in his tower where only he can know where his precious are and what he is doing.

...

[raidenamane]

Erm… I didn’t give consent🤓☝️/j

Hi, I hope you're having a good day/night <3 could I request a romantic TFP yandere starscream vs TFP yandere megatron with human darling? I'd love to see your dynamic now in TFP😭 Either in concept or scenario. Thank u

- Anon 🫧

It's very similar if not the same to other Starscreams and Megatrons but I'll see what I got :)

I struggled a bit on this as it's been a bit since I've seen Season One of TFP but I hope you enjoy! Not edited so it may have spelling errors.

Yandere! Starscream vs Yandere! Megatron

(Transformers: Prime - Human! Darling)

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Cybertronian/Human pairing, Abuse of power, Dehumanizing behavior, Kidnapping, Brief stalking mention, Possessive behavior, Rivalry, Trauma, Violence, Attempted murder, Forced relationship/Pet dynamic.

For the most part they're the same as other versions of Megatron and Starscream.

It's just Megatron is out for most of the starting obsession.

The obsession for both of them also takes longer due to you being human.

Since Decepticons usually see the fleshy creatures as some sort of pet.

Things most likely start when Starscream assumes "rule" of the Decepticons.

Megatron is stuck on life support and is unable to be a part of the concept for now.

You most likely meet Starscream first because of this.

It would take some time but he may eventually see you as a needed asset.

This could be for a number of reasons.

You could be associated with the Autobots, which means you have information.

Or maybe you're a researcher, which means... again, you have information.

That would be the primary reason for why Starscream would take you onto The Nemesis ship.

Starscream would plan and watch you, maybe even asking Soundwave to record your routine.

He wants to get all the information he can before he takes you in.

When Starscream eventually makes his getaway with you, information is all he really wants.

That is until he realizes he can vent his frustrations about Megatron using you... along with feel powerful by bullying you around lightly. (too much and you could break!)

Honestly, Starscream's obsession is a lot like the fic Power Trip I made a long time ago.

TFP Starscream would use his human to feel like he's stronger over someone.

I imagine he has some trauma due to Megatron and uses you as an outlet.

When he's done using you for information he doesn't plan on just letting you go.

During your interrogation he learns he can keep you as a "pet".

Afterwards that's exactly what he does.

He'd purposefully make you praise him and be loyal to him.

He can't hurt you as you're fragile and squishy.

The most you're hurt is maybe bruising and scratching as he's so large.

He hits you wrong and you go flying.

Most of your "relationship" with Starscream is him dehumanizing you.

Soon he feels daring and even makes you say you love him.

At first it was to see how far he can push you... but hearing you say it made his spark shudder for a moment.

Safe to say he becomes addicted to hearing you praise him and say you love him.

Even if to you it's all rehearsed.

This is the life to him, ruling Decepticons and holding his lovely human pet.

That is until Megatron awakens and takes back the role of leader.

I'd imagine this is where the rivalry begins.

However... first Megatron has to like you.

Megatron most likely learns about you through Soundwave and the fact that Starscream keeps clutching you so close in order to hide you.

In an attempt to hurt Starscream, Megatron takes you.

He can tell you and Starscream are close which he finds really weird.

At first Megatron thinks he should just kill you.

Then he hears you've been made into a pet... one loyal to the Decepticons.

Honestly, he has to applaud Starscream for managing to tame a human.

So instead of removing you, Megatron keeps you in a hanging cage.

You're just in sight to make Starscream remain obedient.

Megatron doesn't entirely fall for you until later.

He mostly just enjoys seeing Starscream look so distraught and seeing how obedient you are.

Again... you're used for a feeling of power.

How Megatron treats you is very similar to how he treats you in this concept.

Like Starscream, he uses your forced loyalty to stroke his own ego.

Megatron likes to think of you as his human pet.

Who knows, maybe if you say you "love" him like you did with Starscream, Megatron may grow more attached.

As time goes on, Megatron decides you'll thrive better in a larger cell.

Soon you have your own "enclosure" on The Nemesis, one where only Megatron gets to look at you.

Megatron also learns how to care for you through Knock Out and Soundwave.

He may even be able to threaten some info out of Starscream.

While at this point Megatron has claimed you for his own, he allows Starscream to see you in order to keep him behaved.

By this point Starscream doesn't care about ruling anymore.

He just wants you back, then he'll even leave!

Starscream may even wonder if he should attempt to take Megatron offline again...

He was close last time... this time maybe he'll succeed.

Unfortunately... Megatron isn't willing to have Starscream leave with you.

You know belong to Megatron, not Starscream.

Megatron keeps you in your enclosure, closely watching over you and speaking to you.

Meanwhile Starscream plots on how to steal you out of it.

Starscream may even create a plot where he has the Autobots storm The Nemesis all so he can take you in the aftermath.

It's unfortunate that you're stuck between the two....

You thought Starscream was bad, but now you have Megatron too.

There's two ways this could go.

Megatron exiles Starscream in order to keep you... or Starscream manages to run off with you.

Even then, there's still a chance you could fall into the claws of the other Decepticon.

Even when exiled... Starscream will just convince the Autobots to help him somehow if he says a "human is in danger."

Or if Starscream runs with you, Megatron won't stop searching until both of you are found.

Even if the Autobots save you some how, now both Decepticons are competing on who can locate you first.

Ever since meeting Starscream... your fate has been sealed.

You fear it may be too late to escape once both of the Decepticons are attached.

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The twins being evil little shits lmaooo

Alien Reader x TWST Canon

An alien crash lands in Twisted Wonderland looking for love! The alien (reader) is.. kind of cute. In a weird way.

Characters: Azul, Malleus, and Idia.

Azul, Malleus, Idia with Alien! Reader

hi! i hope you like it <3 sorry for the wait!

Azul Ashengrotto:

It was a peaceful day in Twisted Wonderland. Azul Ashengrotto was meticulously planning out his next business venture (which may or may not involve the emotional manipulation of some unsuspecting freshmen) when suddenly—CRASH.

A blinding flash of light, a rumble, and the unmistakable sound of something exploding.

Azul sighed. “Great,” he muttered, flipping his fountain pen between his fingers. “Another day, another disaster.” He could already hear Floyd and Jade rushing toward the source of the chaos.

Then, the door of the Mostro Lounge flew open.

And there you were—an alien, crashing into Twisted Wonderland.

"Greetings, Earthlings!" you chirped with a wave. Your three fingers wiggled in what you thought was a charming way. "I have come in peace... and possibly to find a life partner. Anyone looking for a mate?"

Azul froze, his brain short-circuiting. This was new. He had seen a lot of strange things in his life, but this? This was a whole new level of strange.

Jade’s eyebrow lifted ever so slightly. “Fascinating,” he whispered, glancing over to Floyd, who was already doubled over in laughter.

Floyd, still wheezing, pointed at you. “Yo, boss! We got ourselves an intergalactic lover on the loose! Wanna make a contract?”

Azul shot him a sharp glare, but his business instincts kicked in almost immediately. An alien? From another world? Looking for love? There had to be a profit in this. There’s always a profit somewhere…

Azul adjusted his glasses, putting on his best business smile. “Welcome to Twisted Wonderland,” he purred, his voice as smooth as ever. “Might I interest you in a… contract, perhaps? You’re clearly looking for something, and I happen to be someone who can find things.”

You squinted at him, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy—if puppies were green and slightly sparkly. “A contract? Is that like space marriage?”

Azul blinked. “No, not quite—”

“Sounds perfect!” you interrupted, your smile growing even wider, revealing a row of… what could only be described as tentacles? “Let’s get married! I’m very good at intergalactic housekeeping, and I can cook anything that resembles goo! Do you enjoy goo?”

Floyd was howling at this point. Jade’s lips twitched in a rare show of amusement.

Azul’s perfectly crafted business persona cracked for a moment, his eye twitching ever so slightly. “Excuse me, marriage wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. I was referring to a… business arrangement, one where I help you find what you’re looking for, and in return—”

“Right!” you chirped, completely ignoring him. “I’m looking for love! It’s mating season on my planet, and I’ve decided to broaden my horizons! Do you have eight legs? That’s a non-negotiable on my planet.”

Azul blinked. “Well… I don’t have eight legs, but I do have—”

“Oh, thank the stars!” you interrupted again, fluttering your hands (tentacles? limbs? appendages?) excitedly. “It’s been so hard to find someone who understands the true beauty of multiple limbs! You and I are going to be the power couple of the galaxy.”

Azul, still processing the fact that he was apparently engaged to an alien, swallowed hard. “I… see. But—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you lunged forward with surprising speed, your alien arms wrapping around him in what could only be described as a weird, somewhat slimy embrace. “I knew it,” you whispered dramatically, “the moment I crash-landed, I felt a cosmic connection! You… you’re my octo-prince!”

“Octo-prince?” Azul repeated, eyes wide with horror.

Jade, unable to contain himself, cleared his throat. “You have to admit, Azul, this does seem rather fitting.”

Floyd was still laughing, practically in tears now. “Haha! Boss, you got yourself an alien spouse! This is the best day ever.”

Azul’s face flushed pink, and he began desperately trying to pry your surprisingly strong alien arms off of him. “Jade… Floyd… a little help, please?”

But his most loyal (and evil) henchmen were no help at all. They stood back, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle.

In the midst of the chaos, you pulled back just enough to gaze up at Azul with your enormous, glowing eyes. “I can tell we’re going to be very happy together,” you said, your voice soft and—dare Azul say it—creepy. “Shall we begin planning our union?”

Azul’s soul left his body. He felt himself spiraling into existential dread. His carefully constructed life as a scheming businessman was unraveling before his very eyes, all because some alien had decided he was their octo-prince.

“I—this isn’t—you can’t just—” he stammered, for the first time in his life at a complete loss for words.

You leaned in closer, your breath smelling faintly of something otherworldly. “Don’t worry, darling,” you cooed. “We’ll be together forever. In space.”

And that’s when Azul blacked out.

Idia Shroud

Idia was in the middle of his nightly gaming session, headphones on, hunched over his desk like a cryptid as he shouted insults into the mic at his teammates. It was a normal, uneventful evening—until a loud crash shook the entire Ignihyde dorm.

Idia didn’t flinch. In fact, he didn’t even pause his game.

“That’s probably just some monster… or a random explosion. Meh.”

But then… his door slid open, and there you stood. An alien. Your shimmering, blob-like figure oozed through the doorway, glowing faintly in the dim light. Your eyes—if those were eyes—stared at him with an intensity that made Idia want to crawl under his bed and never come out.

But the worst part? You were smiling.

“Hello, human!” you declared in a voice that sounded like a mix between static and something from a 1980s sci-fi film. “I have crash-landed here in search of a mate. Do you… come in peace?”

Idia froze. His hair turned from blue to white in an instant. “W-w-what the hell?!?”

You blinked at him with your many, MANY eyes. “You look like a prime candidate for my affection,” you said, completely unaware of the fact that Idia looked two seconds away from fainting. “I sensed your energy from across the galaxy.”

Idia’s brain was doing cartwheels. He was already socially anxious when it came to humans, but an alien looking for love? This was some next-level nightmare fuel.

“I—uh—I think you’ve got the wrong guy,” Idia squeaked, scooting his chair back slowly, his fingers trembling over his keyboard. “I’m not… um… I don’t do affection. Or eye contact. Or… this.”

You floated closer, your gelatinous form undulating with excitement. “Oh, but you have such a unique aura! I can feel your power. You are… the one I’ve been searching for.”

Idia gulped. “Power? I—I’m just a guy who likes video games and anime. I’m not even popular! I mean, you should probably go find someone else who’s, like, charismatic or whatever.”

You paused, your many eyes narrowing. “Is this… a rejection?”

Idia’s panic spiked to a level previously thought impossible. “N-no! I mean, I just—wait. Are you saying you want to… date me?”

Your eyes twinkled—literally, they twinkled—and your blob-like form shimmered with delight. “Date? Yes, that’s the Earth term! I wish to date you, human! I’ve studied your customs thoroughly. Would you like to engage in what you call ‘cosplay?’ I have constructed an outfit based on your planetary ‘anime’ culture.”

Idia’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as you suddenly produced what looked like an alien approximation of a magical girl outfit, complete with glowing tentacles and glittering stars.

“W-wait, what the hell is that?” Idia squeaked, backing up until his back hit the wall.

You proudly held the costume out. “I thought you would appreciate this. I have prepared this outfit in hopes of wooing you. Shall we engage in ‘cosplay’ together and deepen our bond?”

Idia’s brain was short-circuiting. Cosplay? Magical girl outfits? This was so far out of his comfort zone that Idia couldn’t even see his comfort zone anymore. It was a tiny speck in the distance, waving goodbye as he plummeted into a pit of alien-themed existential dread.

“I—I’m not really a magical girl kinda guy…” Idia stammered, trying to inch toward his bed where he could hide under the covers forever. His legs felt like jelly, and his hair was practically on fire with panic.

You didn’t seem deterred. In fact, you floated even closer, your glittery tentacles wriggling with excitement. “That’s okay! I can adapt!” you said brightly. “Do you prefer… space cowboys? Or perhaps a mecha pilot uniform? I’ve observed that humans enjoy when their partners dress up to match their interests.”

“I—uh—no, that’s not the point!” Idia squeaked, heart racing. “You can’t just—look, I’m not dating material, okay? I’m the guy who stays in his room and talks to people through a screen! I’m like… the human equivalent of a cave-dwelling monster in an RPG.”

Your many eyes blinked again, as if processing this information. “Hmm. That’s okay! I can also live in a cave if necessary. We’ll make it work.”

Idia gaped at you, utterly flabbergasted. “That’s… not what I meant.”

But before he could come up with a more coherent response, you were already examining his gaming setup with curiosity. You poked at his PC, your strange alien fingers leaving faint glows on the surface. “Ah, I see. You enjoy interacting with simulated realities. Perhaps I could join you in these… ‘video games’ of yours?”

“Join me?” Idia repeated, his voice an octave higher than usual. “In video games? You… you play?”

You nodded eagerly, still poking around his gaming desk. “Oh, I’ve mastered many simulations in my travels! Galaxian, Space Invaders, even Asteroids! We could play together and strengthen our bond through virtual combat.”

“Wait, those are all, like, retro games…” Idia muttered, his brain struggling to process the situation. “You mean, you don’t play anything… newer?”

You paused, considering. “Ah, you mean the more recent simulations? No, I haven’t encountered those yet. But I’m adaptable! Teach me, and we can conquer the virtual realms together.”

Something shifted in Idia’s mind. Amidst the sheer panic, a tiny part of him—a very, very small part—felt… intrigued? He was terrified, sure. But also, there was something oddly charming about the fact that you, an intergalactic blob alien, were so enthusiastic about his world.

It was like the universe had taken one look at his love life and decided, “Well, you’re clearly a lost cause. Here, have an alien.”

“Well…” Idia swallowed nervously. “I mean, if you’re that into video games, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to… you know, show you a few. Maybe.” His voice trailed off, but he realized he wasn’t outright rejecting you anymore.

You brightened (literally; your entire form glowed with an unsettling neon hue). “Wonderful! We’ll play, and we’ll bond. Just you and me—partners across the cosmos!”

“Yeah, uh, sure…” Idia mumbled, feeling like he had just agreed to something that would either be the weirdest—or the best—decision of his life. “But just to be clear—no magical girl outfits, okay?”

You blinked at him with your many, MANY eyes. “Understood. I shall reserve that outfit for later… perhaps when we reach the final stage of courtship.”

Idia’s face turned redder than his flame-tipped hair. “W-what final stage of courtship?!”

But you didn’t answer. Instead, you settled in beside him, reaching out a glowing tendril toward his keyboard. “Now, show me how to play this… Overwatch.”

Idia stared at you for a long moment. He wasn’t sure if this was the start of a nightmare or the weirdest love story ever, but either way, it was happening. And apparently, his new alien… companion was ready to learn.

Malleus Draconia

It was a dark and stormy night—exactly the kind of night Malleus Draconia preferred. The skies rumbled with ominous thunder, and the gargoyles of Diasomnia loomed even more menacingly than usual. Malleus stood by his favorite window, brooding in the shadows like a goth kid waiting for the next My Chemical Romance reunion tour.

Everything was calm. Serene. Perfect.

And then, from the depths of the night, a bright glow appeared—something falling from the heavens, crashing right into the forest just outside the dorm. The ground shook, trees cracked, and Malleus raised an eyebrow. Was this… some new form of mischief? Or had Lilia invited another chaotic guest from beyond the veil?

With a sigh that bordered on dramatic, Malleus stepped out into the night to investigate.

And there you were. The source of the crash. You stood in the middle of a smoking crater, your jelly-like form pulsing with an eerie glow. Your eyes—or what appeared to be eyes—locked onto Malleus, and you gave him the most unsettlingly cheerful wave.

“Ah! A local lifeform! Hello! I come in peace!”

Malleus’s eyebrow lifted. “You have… quite an entrance.”

You blinked, your entire body jiggling like intergalactic jello. “Oh, yes! I crash-landed. Happens all the time. I’m actually here on an important mission.” You paused dramatically. “I’m looking for a mate.”

Malleus, the ever-patient prince of the dark, was unphased. “I see. And you’ve decided to seek a mate… here?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Correct! My sensors detected powerful auras in this area, and yours is off the charts! So much darkness. So much brooding. It’s very attractive.”

Malleus blinked, caught slightly off-guard. It wasn’t every day someone commented on his brooding in a… positive way. “You find darkness attractive?”

“Oh, absolutely!” you said, bouncing in place with excitement. “Where I’m from, we thrive in the shadows. Plus, you’ve got those horns! Very regal. Very commanding.”

Malleus straightened slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t often he met someone who appreciated his aesthetic. “You have good taste.”

“And you’re a dragon, right?” you continued, eyes twinkling with awe. “I’ve always wanted to meet one! Although, full disclosure, I’m a little nervous around large reptiles. It’s not a dealbreaker, though!”

Malleus chuckled, amused by your strange, unhinged honesty. “I assure you, I am quite gentle unless provoked.”

“Good to know!” you said, floating closer. “So, do you have any interest in interspecies relationships? Or maybe… cosmic travel? I’ve got a spaceship parked just a few star systems away. We could go on a date to the asteroid belt!”

Malleus, still not entirely sure if this was some kind of elaborate joke, raised an eyebrow. “You’re… serious about this?”

You blinked, your entire gelatinous form shimmering under the moonlight. “Absolutely! Look, I know I’m a little different by Earth standards, but you can’t deny we’d make a power couple. You with your dragon powers, me with my alien abilities—we’d be unstoppable!”

Malleus tilted his head, considering you. Despite your strange appearance—and even stranger proposition—there was something oddly charming about your enthusiasm. Perhaps it was the way you didn’t shy away from his aura of darkness, or the fact that you seemed completely unbothered by his draconic nature.

“I must admit,” Malleus said slowly, “I’ve never been approached in quite this manner before.”

You grinned (or at least, your face morphed into what Malleus assumed was a grin). “Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

Malleus chuckled softly, his emerald eyes glowing faintly in the night. “Indeed. Very well, intergalactic traveler. I shall consider your offer.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement, and you bounced in place again. “Really? Oh, this is fantastic! I’ve never dated a dragon prince before. This is going to be legendary!”

Malleus smiled faintly, more amused than anything. “We shall see.”

And so, under the dark and stormy skies of Twisted Wonderland, the future king of fae found himself possibly—just possibly—entertaining the wildest, most unhinged courtship of his life.

Masterlist

[raidenamane]

Cope/j

Hi! I'm not sure if your request is open but I will still try to do a request and I'm really sorry if I requested something that doesn't go with your rules! So my request is how would the nrc boys react to there s/o going back home? Like Crowley finally found a way to open the portal that will bring them back home, how would they react to it?

(Sorry if my english is bad it's not my first language)

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author’s note : thank you for the request! off home we go…

i really do wonder what it’ll be like in game when mc finally gets to go back home.

in just the blink of an eye, you were gone, and the portal closed—never to be opened again.

heartslabyul

you leaving was a massive hit to riddle’s heart. he tries to remain the same stern, strong housewarden he’s always been, but there’s no hiding the pain. all much to his distress, he’s noticeably more deflated, there’s less energy in his tone when he speaks, and he zones out when he shouldn’t. he can’t help but wish he spent more time with you and was more affectionate. he should’ve made more time, especially since you were of such high priority to him.

trey struggles to hide his constant sadness. he still has to be a reliable vice housewarden, but it’s hard when everything is weighing so heavily on his mind. he’s always helping others relax, but he can’t seem to get himself in a lighter mood now. how ironic. when he thinks of your relationship, he has some regrets about always being kind of reserved about his feelings. he was a good boyfriend, for sure, but his heart aches thinking about how he never did show the full extent of how much he loves you while he had the chance.

cater finally made a deep, meaningful connection with someone, and it’s over. just like that. and for the first time, a good relationship didn’t end because of him being forced to move. he’d laugh if he wasn’t so heartbroken. he just can’t win. he’ll spend hours every day, nearly every bit of free time he has, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures and posts he made with you. they comfort him, but they’ll never be enough.

ace knew this day would come for a long time. he’s been dreading it, but he’s always just pushed thinking of it away, deep in the back of his mind. can’t avoid it now, though. when you said your goodbyes and left, he confidently told himself he’d take your departure like a champ… that didn’t last long at all. very quickly, he was in shambles. ace stops caring about nearly everything outside of the situation for a while, only doing the bare minimum of what he needs to. he can only think of you. he really, really misses you. he wants you back here. he wants to go on adventures with you again. they were chaotic, but he’d do it all again.

deuce struggles very heavily with his feelings after you’ve left. he tries desperately to pick himself back up, because you wouldn’t want him moping around all the time. that’s right… he has to do good for you. he’ll get back on his feet at some point. and he’ll become the honor student he always said he’d be. he swears on it. and he’ll pursue all the stuff after graduation he wants to do! even though you’re not beside him anymore, he knows you’ll be cheering him on from your world. he’s cheering you on, too.

savanaclaw

leona remembers the way you’d always talk to him about something or do something in the background whenever he tried to nap. he’d always tell you to pipe down so he could enjoy the silence. that silence isn’t so relaxing now that you’re gone. everything in general feels shittier. there’s a lot less of him sleeping and more of him lying down while reflecting. in the times he can fall asleep, he tends to dream of you. his herbivore still gets to bug him in his dreams. he never complains in them. the only way he can be with you now is in that head of his.

naturally, ruggie is crushed. every day alone feels like another stab in the chest, yet he’s gotta keep going on. he has to work hard, get money, and make sure he can eat as always. memories of you always creep into his mind when he’s trying to be at peace. and especially when he’s working. you used to help him around a lot, so of course not having your presence around anymore is very hard to ignore. you better not be slacking off over in your world! but more than that, you better be happy. make all this hurt in his heart at least somewhat worth it.

underneath jack’s uncaring demeanor is a whole lot of longing. he knows the portal can’t be opened again, but he thinks about if it could be a lot. it sure would be nice if it could. wolf beastmen typically only date and have one special someone for their whole lives, and he’s happy you were his. if somehow, some way, you manage to come back, he’s loyally waiting here for you.

octavinelle

azul is completely devastated. he needs to get it together as soon as possible, he knows. but it’s just too difficult. that emotional side of him can’t take this. he finds it difficult to even look at the items you left behind for him, because all he feels when he sees them is misery. the only thing that comes to mind is how he wants you back with him. bringing you into a contract or preventing you from leaving through other means would’ve gone against your trust for him, but he selfishly finds himself wishing he had. he had so many plans for the future with you.

jade, when asked how he’s doing now that you’re gone, always says he’s ‘a bit upset, but managing’… that doesn’t even begin to explain his feelings. he regrets not destroying that portal when he had the chance. he does a remarkable job at continuing to fulfill his duties despite the pain, but he’s constantly burning with longing and frustration on the inside.

floyd will never forgive you for leaving. you didn’t like him enough to stay, huh?! sure, it’s a huge ask to leave your whole world behind, but he kind of convinced himself that you still would’ve done it for him and your other friends. he should’ve grabbed you by the heels and pulled you out of the portal before it was too late. day-to-day life becomes dull. bleak. the things you two used to do together are no longer fun. he comes to realize that the activities themselves weren’t fun. it was you that made every day enjoyable, and he’ll never get to experience that kind of life again.

scarabia

kalim has been feeling kinda guilty. he should be nothing but happy you got to return home, he believes. and he is glad! … but he’s so miserable, too. he wants to remain positive through everything, but all his attempts just keep falling flat. this party is so much fun…! but he’d feel livelier if you were attending. he’s learning so much in this class! … but he wishes he was able to study with you later. his mind just always circles back to you. he surrounds himself with people all the time and has the most fun he can to try coping, but it still all feels wrong. he misses you so much.

jamil got a taste of a happy life, and it’s over. he feels defeated. the day you’d return to your world was something that plagued his mind often. he knew it was coming for a while, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. there’s nothing to be done now—he can’t bring you back here—so he just sort of buries his feelings as he desperately tries to move on. ‘if i just focus on working and my duties, sooner or later, i’ll feel at least somewhat normal again,’ he tells himself. ‘there’s no time to be sad anyways.’ he’ll never move on, though. he couldn’t when you meant so much to him.

pomefiore

you’re gone. vil hates to mope, but he can’t escape it. his head and heart both ache constantly as he gets through days as best as he can manage. routinely, he lets all the sadness out at the end of the day, when he’s alone. all this crying is unbefitting of him, but it’d be worse for him if he kept it all bottled up. and he did always lecture you about the importance of both a healthy mind and body, so he can’t be a hypocrite now. he wonders how you’re doing all on your own…

rook mourns like you’ve died rather than gone home. the circumstances feel somewhat similar to him, though. wouldn’t you agree? think of it: he can’t speak with you, spend all day by your side, or so much as see your beautiful face again. all he has left is the many photos he took of you, as well as the journals about you he had spent time working on and collecting. and he’ll continue to write and think about you. truly, you’re the most beautiful person in every sense to him. you’ll be his muse forever.

epel is so bitter. he didn’t give you an easy time when he heard of your decision to leave, as well as the time leading up to your actual departure. he kept to himself more, sulking. when the time came for you two to say your goodbyes, all his tears of frustration and sadness came out. he really was wishing you’d stay forever. he understands that you can’t abandon your world, but he’s still so frustrated that there’s not a solution where both of you can be happy.

ignihyde

idia doesn’t know how he could even begin to get through this. he wants to just shut down, but he can’t even do that. every second of every day, he’s thinking of you. there’s hardly any coping with video games or media he likes, because he can’t take his mind off everything. he wanted to be considerate of your feelings, so he let you leave, despite the thought of being without you ever again making him nauseous. if he could go back in time and beg for you to stay instead, he would.

diasomnia

malleus is in a constant state of pain and longing. forgive him for his selfishness, but if things went how he truly wished, that portal would’ve never been opened. he spends a lot of time in ramshackle, reminiscing. he’s tempted to take the items left behind by you—incomplete letters addressed to him, pillows, even objects as mundane as your pencils—but he doesn’t. he leaves them just as they are, lying in your dorm. it makes it look as though you still live here. as if you’d come in at any time, and the two of you could spend another evening together.

lilia tries to think and act maturely about your departure. he had been emotionally preparing himself for it ages beforehand… but unfortunately, it still hadn’t cushioned the blow very much at all. he’s glad you get to reunite with your world, and he doesn’t want to sulk, but it hurts. with hundreds of years of being alive, lilia has made lots of memories, both joyful and sad. you certainly go down as both. how painful it is to think of how you’re gone now... but. he’s glad he met you.

sebek, for a while, holds almost a kind of resentment towards you. you’ve left him. logically, he knows he shouldn’t have expected you to leave your world behind for your life here in twisted wonderland, but he’s still just so bitter. it takes a lot of effort from the people around him to talk him out of that bitterness. but eventually, he starts to crack. he gave you quite a hard time about your decision to leave, and the guilt is getting to him. he thinks about your relationship often. he loves you a lot, and he’s sorry he was never quite good at expressing it properly while he had the chance.

silver is as heartbroken as you’d imagine. the good in his heart always tells him to be happy that you’ve returned to your world. your home, that you’ve been waiting for so long to go back to. it helps. as much of a nuisance his constant dozing off is to him, he’s now able to find a sort of comfort in it. that’s because he dreams of you a lot. and even if it’s not the real, physical you that he’s talking to, touching, and spending time with in those dreams, he can only take what he can get now. it hurts a little more each time he wakes up.