#Dr. Smiley x reader

[decaf-mother]

Your First Valentine's Day Together {Pt. 3}

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MDNI

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Creepypasta Head-Canons

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Ok ok- I realized there was more characters I wanted to do so here we are.

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GN/Reader

Warnings: None

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Dr. Smiley

Expect to have a lovely dinner for two in his office. He refuses to take any patients today, they'll all have to either go to Nurse Ann, Dr. Pain or EJ. It's gonna be a long evening of pure romance, rose petals, candles and all.

"You love it, right?" "Yes..."

Dr. Pain

A date with him is bound to spiral into chaos, careful planning is not one of his strong suits and he loves going with the flow. Will most likely think teaching you how to stitch up a wound is a perfect date idea, his poor victim having to watch you two love birds.

"You're doing great, honey!" "Thanks!"

Papa Grande

Will take you to a show in the underworld, wanting only the best entertainment for him and his darlings special day. Afterwards expect a fancy dinner and lots of deep conversation.

"What would you like to discuss next, Y/N?" "Hm...."

The Bartender

He has no idea what the significance of Valentine's Day is but will take you on a simple but sweet date regardless. Ordering your favorite food and gifting you a lovely heart shaped locket. He simply likes showing you how he feels.

"It's beautiful!!!" ".....~"

Emra

Is learning ballet a good date? Because that's probably what you'll wind up doing. She thinks it's wonderful to involve you in her passion, and is fully willing to teach you other forms of dance as well. Also expect to receive lots of roses.

"Are you alright, dear?" "Yeah just... Fell again."

Wendell Wilson

Appreciates a simple date at home, his gift to you is him cooking dinner for the both of you. Calmly listening to you rattle on about your day- well at least pretending to listen and occasionally tuning in. He does love you I promise.

"Wendell... Are you even listening?" "Of course."

Daisy White

Today is incredibly exciting for her! She joyfully drags you to some small town diner to eat a burger and fries. Though you have to order of course cause she's a ghost- and also you look kinda crazy when you're talking to her. But it's so cute when she rambles on about anything and everything.

"And then!!! I found a cute kitten!" "That's an awesome story, Daisy."

Mary Vaughn

She would've completely forgotten it was even Valentine's Day if it weren't for you. She takes you for a nice little picnic in the woods, feeding some seed to the little birds around. She likes just being near you.

"Their chirping so much. I think they like you, Y/N." "You really think so?"

Ani The Wight

She can't resist treating you to breakfast in bed, to which the whole day you both go back and forth doing sweet things for one another.

"We should do this more often." "Agreed"

Asylum Nancy

She doesn't really celebrate holiday, not really seeing the point. She will get you a small gift like a cute little ring or something. That's about it though.

"Thought you'd like it." "I do. Thanks."

The Seer

Goes out of her way to plan a special date for you guys, not too romantic but not too simple. Trying to balance it out. She gives you a bouquet of white lilies, feeling the elegance of them suits you.

"A special flower for a special person." "Thank you."

Sketcher

..... She agrees to go on a date with you but all the planning is on your hands. You're making this day special for her not the other way around. She can be somewhat demanding at times, but starts acting a bit more loving later on. She's just a tough cookie to crack, not very romance driven.

"Do you like it, Sketcher?" ".... It's sweet I suppose."

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{More Content}

[creepypastasomethingsomething]

~~~The Victorian Ghost~~~

Prologue

I know that this is on Quotev, but I thought that I would also publish it here.

TW: Blood, corpses

January 21st, 1853

Where's (Y/N)?

Where's (Y/N)?

Where's (Y/N)?

Questions about where you were were asked constantly by people at the Lavigne mansion. Your parents, William and Flora Lavigne, were starting to get a little annoyed at everyone asking where their eldest child was. You were supposed to be at the party, but you weren't. So where were you exactly? You were popular with the people in town, always helping, being nice and even volunteering to help make an orphanage, which was needed in town. Your mother looked around the ballroom and her eye twitched as she saw no sign of you anywhere. You weren't talking to anyone, you weren't drinking, and you weren't dancing.

"(Jacques, go find your sister.)"

She shot a look at your younger brother who was standing next to her with a wine glass in his hand.

"(What? Why me?)"

"(Because Henry is.....somewhere and you do as I say. I'm you're mother and I'm telling you to look for your sister."

Jacques glared at his mother as he put his half empty wine glass on the table next to him and walked away, muttering something under his breath. He walked pass all the people, pushing some away until he reached the mansion's doors and pushed them open, walking outside into the cold, dark, snowy night.

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The night was cold, wind blowing and whistling across the land, tree leaves snapping in the wind. The snow fell fast in the darkness, making large blankets of white that covered the forest ground and all the trees and all the house rooftops in town. The forest was quiet except for the sounds of crickets and the forest creatures. The wooded area seemed peaceful, a beautiful place to have a walk in or have a small, little snug home; a place where you could feel calm and safe; a place where you could somehow feel at home.

Not for you.

Near the cemetery at the edge of the forest, lied two women, blood surrounding their cold, limp and lifeless bodies and staining the snow red. The first woman was laying on her stomach, eyes closed and mouth open, lips chapped and pink. Her wavy strawberry blonde hair was in her face and had dead leaves stuck it it. She had a light pink evening dress on, the skirt puffy and frilly; the sleeves short and a couple inches away from her elbows and off her shoulders. Her throat was slit and she had several stab wounds on her back and although you couldn't see it, her stomach.

The second woman was laying on her side, her legs apart from each other and one arm out and the other a bit bent while touching the straight one. Her eyes, unlike the first one, were wide open; the (E/C) color a bit hazy and dead. Her (H/T) (H/C) hair was down and messy, a bit wet from the snow, dead leaves tangled in it. Her mouth was open and a large sum of blood was dripping out of it; it looked fresh but seemed to be drying fast like how the blood was with the first woman. The woman on her side had Ten? Fifteen? Twenty stab wounds? Who could know? She had many stab wounds on her stomach that led up her abdomen and there was one deep wound where her heart was, blood leaking in the fabric of her dress. The dress she was wearing was a bit puffy and like the other woman's, way frilly. Instead of being a pink color, it was a shade of deep blue and was long sleeved; the sleeves also were off of the shoulders. On her hands were a pair of black fingerless gloves showing her fingers whose nails had dirt and blood in and on them.

Her face was beaten; she had a black eye and many bruises and bloody cuts all over.

The two women were very obviously murdered by someone and it looked brutal. A struggle must have happened with both of them. The snow around them were disturbed and there were no footprints; it seemed like the two bodies were moved from inside of the forest somewhere.

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Open your eyes...

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Open...

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Please......

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Please don't leave me...

Your eyes shot open wide as you breathed heavily, your chest rising up and down quickly. You couldn't stop stop your rapid breathing as you felt a stinging sensation in your chest and throat, as if you were drowning in a deep pool of cold darkness. Your eyes were looking in every direction as you saw a space like world around you; stars everywhere and a bright light coming up ahead. But you couldn't move. Even when you tried your hardest, you couldn't move as the burning and stinging got worse. You were positioned on your back and looked stiff like a soldier.

Were you dead?

Were you going to go to Heaven?

Was Heaven the bright light?

What's happening? You thought.

no.

No.

NO!

The light was going further away!

You wanted to scream and shout but your mouth wouldn't open and let you at least try to. You were panicking and let yourself watch as the stars and light were leaving and you felt a coldness surround you and it suddenly felt like you were falling!

BAM!

It was all gone. The light. The stars. The horrible stinging and burning feeling you felt. In fact, you didn't even feel pain. You expected yourself to feel the horrible pain of all your wounds but it wasn't there. You attempted to move your fingers. You could move them. You could move your whole body!

Yes!

You could finally move!

But, wait....

"(What?)" You got up quick and put your hands on your knees to help yourself. When you finally stood up, you put your arms out and your legs felt like jelly. You fell but felt no pain. You groaned and looked back and screamed.

It was you.

Well, more like your body. You put a hand on your mouth and shuffled away as you saw your lifeless body lying in the snow and a pool of your own blood. Then you saw Fay. You didn't know how to feel as many different emotions swept your mind. You felt like you were starting to cry but no tears came out and you just sat there, imagining your own salty tears running down your face. You gulped and felt something in your chest as you started to get up and fall back down. You tried a couple more times until you got the hang of it.

Then, you let out a blood curdling scream mixed with sadness, anger and fear. You started to cry with no tears and fell to your knees, heartbroken. You cried and cried and cried. You cried for yourself and cried for Fay. How would her family react? Her mother would probably cry in her husbands arms as he comforted his spouse and her brother would demand who did this to his baby sister. Then came your family.

Your parents would probably scoff and say how much they were disappointed in you and your two younger brothers would probably not care. At least, that's what your vision was. A family who thought you were a burden would be happy you were gone.

You looked at your hands and hiccupped, getting up and wiping them on your bloody dress and looked at them again to only see no blood was on them. The blood was from Fay's body that was tossed at you by...... that bitch Sarah. You growled as anger suddenly overcome you and you stomped over to a tree and punched it. Well, you tried. You went straight though the tree and fell on your stomach. You eyes twitched as you let out an angry yell, pulling on your hair and shaking your head. You did this from about a minute until you calmed yourself down.

And at that moment, you swore, you swore to haunt Sarah. You and Fay's killer.

You swore that you would haunt her and if she had any children, when they were old enough, you would haunt them too and for until the family is no more, you would haunt every generation. Every generation would feel your anger and would feel fear. Even if they thought they were away, they would not escape you.

And that's just what you would do.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Smiley: Hi, I’m your medic and I’ll be drawing your blood today as soon as I finish this Capri Sun.

Smiley: [Misses the hole four times and then finally punches the straw through the side]

Y/N: [Sweats nervously]

[eldritch-nightmare]

Dom / switch / sub headcanons for all the creeps? (like who’s a Dom, who’s a sub, yada yada)

a/n: i'm honestly not sure if i explained any of these properly because they sorta just make sense in my mind but here u guys go i hope u can see my vision. second time writing nsfw content teehee hope i did a good job <3

dom/sub/switch headcanons.

includes: slenderman, jeff the killer, eyeless jack, laughing jack, jane the killer, nina the killer, the bloody painter, candy pop, the doll maker, jason the toymaker, dr smiley, nurse ann, the puppeteer, clockwork, zalgo, hobo heart, ticci toby, zero, kagekao, nathan the nobody, homicidal liu + sully, and laughing jill.

warnings: minors dni, nsfw discussion, inconsistent word length, mentions of the following: praise, degradation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, asphyxiation, overstimulation, dumbification, fingering, very brief mention of a corruption kink in sully's part.

SLENDERMAN is none. it isn't interested in sex whatsoever. the thought never even crosses its mind, and it will turn down any and all advances. it has no desire to partake in sexual acts with anyone.

JEFF THE KILLER is a dom but that's not a surprise. he prefers being the one in control, and will more than likely never be willing to sub during sex. it also feeds his ego a bit, seeing you squirming underneath him, begging him to fuck you until his name is the only thing on your mind. he likes having this type of power over you.

EYELESS JACK is a switch. he doesn't really have a preference. if you want him to dom you, he'll make it to where you can't walk in the morning. if you want him to sub, he'll be a whining, moaning mess underneath you as he comes undone.

LAUGHING JACK is a switch. he has fun doing both! he's always willing to mix it up. whatever you want, he's willing to be. i actually kinda imagine sex with him will be a little difficult?? y'know, pointed nose, long nails that he can't clip. i'm not entirely sure how certain aspects of sex will work with him but... i imagine you guys figure something out.

JANE THE KILLER is a sub. you would think that she would be a dom but hell no she needs to be treated like a princess during sex. definitely a bratty sub for sure. she's the type to say make me when you tell her to behave.

NINA THE KILLER is a switch. she's definitely a softer dom, always so gentle and praising you so sweetly as she cares for your needs. and when she's the sub? then she is the sub. she becomes a whining, needy mess as she begs you to use her, wanting to be good just for you.

THE BLOODY PAINTER is a switch. honestly, i think he's a virgin so in the beginning of your sexual relationship with him, you would definitely have to take the lead more often than not. he comes to learn that he doesn't really care if he's a dom or sub.

CANDY POP is a dom. through and through. he's a hard dom, at that. he'll deny you orgasms and he'll have you fucked stupid before he finally lets you cum. he degrades you as well. look at you, taking his length so well. it's almost like you were made to be fucked like a slut.

THE DOLL MAKER is sex repulsed. for a variety of reasons, vine is repulsed by the mere thought of sex and will vehemently avoid and turn down any advances made toward him.

JASON THE TOYMAKER is a dom. this also probably isn't a shock, given his nature. he definitely leans more towards being a soft dom, but if you want him to degrade you and use you as a toy then all you have to do is ask. he's eager to please you.

DR SMILEY is a dom. i haven't written much about him but he definitely doesn't seem like a sub or switch. i think he enjoys being in control, and he definitely likes having you at his mercy.

NURSE ANN is a dom. you couldn't get her to sub for you even if you tried, i'm sorry. ann is like a fucking animal when it comes to sex man her stamina and endurance are crazy. she'll have you forgetting your own name.

THE PUPPETEER is a non-partaking dom. he doesn't feel sexual attraction but he's not against helping you get off if you beg him to. he directs you on how to please yourself all while praising you for being a good listener. and maybe he'll end up degrading you a bit too, who knows.

CLOCKWORK is a switch that doms more often than not. she rarely ever subs, finding that she derives more pleasure when she's dominating you and making you scream her name. when she does sub, she's a lot more needy than you'd expect. she's a brat too.

ZALGO is a dom. he's also a hard dom, though i don't think that's shocking to anyone. he's the type to praise you while he degrades you. he'll leave marks on your skin as well, and he'll fuck you until you're in tears because you just look so adorable when you cry. he's an aftercare king tho don't worry.

HOBO HEART is a sub. trust me guys he's a desperate and needy sub. he's so so so sensitive and he'll be coming undone even if you don't touch him. he'll be a crying and drooling mess by the time you're done with him, and the praise you give him for being so good just makes him feel so, well, good.

TOBY is a switch. he just wants to please you in any way he can. if that means pinning you down and filling you up until you're both exhausted or letting you use him to satisfy your needs, then so be it. he doesn't really care as long as he gets to please you.

ZERO is a dom. she absolutely lives for the control she has over you in the bedroom. she'll probably manhandle you, to be honest, she loves how easy you fold to her touch alone. she's also the type to praise you while degrading you. and if you're into it, she'll probably choke you.

KAGEKAO is a switch that doms more often than not. sex is really just another way for him to tease and play with you. he likes having you beg for release, and he loves overstimulating you. but sometimes the tables may turn. it'll be rare, but you very well can get kagekao on his knees begging to worship you.

NATHAN THE NOBODY is sex repulsed. it's just not something he's interested in, and the thought alone tends to make him feel nauseous, to be honest. if you want, you can go and fulfill your sexual desires through someone else.

HOMICIDAL LIU is a switch that subs more often than not. and trust me when i say that he will worship you. his only goal is to fulfill your every need in any way that he can. most of the time, it's him begging you to let him fuck you while you tease him. however, sometimes, when he's the dom, he will fuck you so hard that you end up a dazed, babbling mess only able to get out a jumbled mess of please and don't stop. AND HE'S SO SWEET ABOUT IT TOO god he praises you the entire time, acting as if he literally isn't rearranging your insides right now.

SULLY is a switch. sully just goes with the flow, to be honest. he doesn't lean towards being a dom or a sub, he just is. one moment you could be fucking him until the only thing he can think about is you, and then the next he could be fingering you while marking your body up and making you beg for him to fuck you senseless. and honestly, he probably has a corruption kink tbh.

LAUGHING JILL is a sub. she is so desperate and needy, eager to please you and do whatever you want her to do. she'll cry, she'll beg, she'll be a brat, she'll do anything and everything to get you to touch her. she loves it when you praise her. she just wants to be a good girl for you <3

[dragon-chica]

Goldilocks and the Creeps

Fandom: Creepypasta, specifically the old x reader interpretations.

Tendency to write one of these for random fandoms when I have trouble napping

You need a place to sleep, here's a pros and cons list you're tried.

Masky: Has no problem with you sleeping in his bed -he's the problem. Too tired to care about getting changed he flops into bed, on top of his covers still dressed in his jeans and doesn't even bother to kick off his boots. Asleep in minutes and sounds like he's sawing logs. You take his extra pillow to sandwich out the sound.

Bloody Painter: His room retains the coppery scent from old paintings hung on his walls, but his otherwise tidy and welcoming, not a big cuddler and might take the opportunity to paint you after you've gotten comfortable and fallen asleep. Not a bad choice.

Liu/Sully: Liu is wonderful, very respectful and a little shy if you want to snuggle. Quiet and sleeps on his side, has a cozy comforter. Sully just wants to fuck and will wake you up to ask once Liu's asleep.

Eyeless Jack: Seems great, comfy enough bed, doesn't snore, will keep to himself or hold you if you prefer. You can easily ignore that deep intake of breath when his nose is at your nape. All's good until you wake up to him licking you like he's taste-testing if you're done.

Hoodie: Sure you can sleep in his room, but it's so sparsely decorated like a cheap motel room and he sits on the edge of his dresser filming you. He's not being particularly weird about it, normal and chill if you talk to him.

Sally: Offers to share her bed when she hears you need somewhere to sleep! An offer too sweet to turn down, but her pink princess children's bed is too small for you both and you end up the rest of the night on the couch, but thank her with pancakes in the morning.

Dr. Smiley: You were exhausted of everyone else and went down to sleep on his vacant operating table, dragging your pillow and fuzzy blanket along. All was well until he arrives home with a new victim screaming in tow.

Puppeteer: Not the most welcoming but you push past him and flop onto his bed. Will trace little lines down your shoulders and arms while you sleep trying not to wake you, may subtle turn you towards him with his strings to see if you'll cuddle him.

Laughing Jack: Super cuddly and comfy! wraps his arms around you multiple times and just envelops you in warmth and he's soft like felt, great night until you get really fucked up dreams. Can't untangle yourself then either.

Jason the Toymaker: His bed is covered in stuffed toys he has made and he is very comfy to hold/be held by. Doesn't sleep much so if you wake up his bright green eyes illuminate looking down at you, but that doesn't disturb your sleep. Similar freaky dreams again though.

Ticci Toby: Great cuddle buddy, little spoon, cozy to snuggle against. Until you wake up with a bloody nose from his elbow and he's still snoring away.

Slenderman: Does he sleep? Might just 'stare' at you for asking if you can sleep in his bed, without an answer you're not sure if he's mocking you or bewildered by the question, too tired you just try the next one. Maybe Smile Dog's bed is empty.

BEN DROWNED: Very high on the list, just take an eye mask and noise canceling headphones, have his bed to yourself while he games. Plus if you sleep-grab him to cuddle he'll just freeze up at let you. No body heat tho and his room smells like doritos and moutain dew.

Jeff the Killer: Sleeps like he is dead, does not move a muscle, such quiet breathing, not bad if you don't mind the feeling there's a corpse next to you. But if he forgets to put his eye-mask on you turn over and see his eyes flickering back and forth at crazy speeds.

Jane the Killer: She prefers her space but might let you out of pity seeing those eye bags and hearing your issues. Gives you a face mask before bed and it's a proper sleepover until you pass out. Wants to talk pros and cons (you're giving her this list) of everyone later.

Kagekao: 10/10, finally no issues. You two get drunk and chat before bed and you peacefully pass out in a good mood. Lets you sleep in his bed whenever.

[scary-noodlesblog]

Yay, thanks for speaking out. :3

Keep it up with life UuU, I love creepypastas.

Of course! After the ridiculous shit the Annoying Orange's creepy uncle has said over the last few days, Im over being a US citizen honestly

[demiec0re]

HOW SQUID GAME 2 MEN WOULD TREAT YOU!

pairings! : kang dae-ho (player 388) x fem! reader, park gyeong-seok (player 246) x fem! reader, lee myung-gi (player 333) x fem!reader, park min-su (player 125) x fem! reader and choi su-bong/ thanos (player 230) x fem! reader

warnings! : mentions of panic attacks, smut, dr*g usage, mentions of violence (fighting), a tinsy bit of angst. let me know if i forgot anything!!

will contain sfw and nsfw headcannons!!

1. KANG DAE-HO

sfw.

- this man would be the softest, cutest, most caring man when it comes to you!

- if you guys are in the games, you are his first priority and will always make sure your health is 100%. gives you his food if you’re still that finest but hungry after dinner and pretends he doesn’t want it so you don’t feel bad.

- insists you make friends with people so that you’re safe in here. drags you over to his new group who give you a warm welcome. they make sure you’re safe throughout every game which you’re extremely thankful for.

- after the riot, he comes back shaking and sweating. you can tell he’s having a panic attack due to the gunshots reminding him of his time in the marines. you’ve have experience with this so you instantly leave your conversation with hyun-ju and jun-hee.

- you comb your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down which works. you also rub his back and clear the sweat from his forehead whilst telling him it’s okay and you have him.

- it works and he’s calm.

nsfw.

- soft dom. wants you to feel as calm and comfortable as possible.

-deffo likes missionary and when you ride him so he can look at your face and wipe sweat from your forehead. he praises you like crazyyyyy and you would never hear anything degrading fall from his lips. ever.

-gives you little pecks on your neck which get more light and feather-y when leading down to your chest.

- when your legs get tired he can tell and flips you over to help you finish the job. makes sure you’ve came and you feel good before he does. just like he prioritises your safety in the games, he prioritises your enjoyment in the bedroom.

-he’s big with aftercare. wether you want a bath ran with rose petals and wine plus his company or just a wipe down and a massage you’ll get what you want because he loves you sosososo much.

-will make sure you’ve drifted off before he has. cuddles you from behind like a big bear!

2. PARK GYEON-SEOK

sfw.

- also prioritises your safety in the games. he’s gentle with you and you stick with him the whole time.

- he tells you about nayeon and his unfortunate position which you completely understand and you want to help him when the pair of you get out.

- will peck you before bed which the other guys think is soooo cute. he gets a little shy when they mention it. if anything occurs during the night, he’ll rush by your side and protect you at all costs.

- when the riot occurs you had preferred him not to go in case anything happened, only thinking of nayeon. when he’s not back for a while and eveyonr else is, you panic, big time.

- with tears escaping your eyes and several of the girls comforting you, a figure runs towards you. it’s none other than him! you’re super relived and you calm down when he convinces you that he’s completely fine.

- when you guys get out, you meet nayeon who’s absolutely adores you and gets all smiley when you’re around. she looks up to you as a motherly figure. when she’s better due to the money you both earned from the gruelling games, her hair grows back which you braid and style with clips everyday.

nswf.

- he fucks you slowly so you can feel every last drop of intimacy and love his man is pouring into your experience with him. also likes positions where he can admire your face.

- is vocal but not too vocal so you’ll hear a grunt and or a deep moan every now and again.

- another soft dom. doesn’t use toys or anything like that and likes it pure and simple. he’s a bit old fashioned so if you want anything like that he wouldn’t be too sure about it.

- eats you out with so much care and stops every few minutes to kiss your clit. this sends shivers down your spine. you grip his hair which spurs him on a little.

- makes sure you clean and happy after sex and sometimes falls asleep before you if he’s had a long day due to work or taking care of his daughter. you don’t mind bescuse you get to admire his beautiful face whilst he gets some rest.

3. LEE MYUNG-GI

sfw.

- makes sure you stick with him the whole time because he doesn’t want to have encounters with the wrong people like thanos who’s had his eye on you a couple times.

- gets into fights all the time, some of which revolve around you and his relationship with you. after he comes back with new bruises, you kiss them and urge him to stop getting into silly cat fights to which he rolls his eyes but agrees

- he has a soft spot for you and doesn’t really care about anyone else. always has an eye on you and during the mingle game you never. ever. leave his side.

- protects you and himself in fights during the night. will fight off anyone who even looks at you during them.

- during the riot, assures you all is okay and you’ll be fine. he was right. and when you guys get out, he takes care of you so well after you force him to pay off his debts to others which he didn’t really want to do.

nsfw.

- is more rough with you but still a soft dom. will degrade you from time to time with names like slut but nothing too heavy.

- will draw multiple orgasms from within you which leaves you seeing stars. he makes sure your always okay though.

- always comes in you and likes when you pull his hair or scratch his back while you’re getting off. he is much more vocal than the other guys and you guys’ moans combine to make a beautiful symphony.

- will wipe you down after sex but doesn’t do too much aftercare for you. he will run his fingers through your hair or massages you. makes sure you pee straight after because he read somewhere that you can get a UTI if you don’t which worries him.

-makes sure you fall asleep before him because he’s a gentleman.

4. PARK MIN-SU

sfw.

- is extremely sweet to you and loves you so much. initially didn’t want you to join the games with him but didn’t stop you.

- unfortunately he cannot protect you very well so most of the time during the night you’re the one fending for both of you but it’s okay because you love him.

- doesn’t speak up when thanos or any of his other leeches makes comments about you purely because he’s too timid to do anything. you stick up for yourself which he’s proud of you for.

- you comfort eachother during the riot

- when you guys get out you live a pretty peaceful and calm life which he enjoys and he pays for you guys’ meals out and pays for stuff he thinks you’d like which you find very sweet.

i didn’t write anything nsfw for min-su because i just can’t think of him doing anything like that 😭 sorry.

5. CHOI SU-BONG (thanos)

sfw.

- will call you names like señorita which you weren’t too fond of at first but the more he said it the more it grew on you.

-offers you his silly pills which you sternly reject. he doesn’t say anything more of them to you. you hate the fast that he takes them but you don’t want to nag him about it.

- during mingle, he physically kicks people away in order to secure a room for you guys which you think is wrong but you don’t say anything. after he notices you crying he quickly hugs you and tells you you’ll be fine which doesn’t really work but you stop crying anyway.

- drags you everywhere with him and makes you sit with his group who you don’t like at all besides se-mi who you grow fond of. when she changes her mind to X you knew it wouldn’t end well for her. you were correct.

- during night fights, you’re 100% safe because no- one would dare to do anything to you because they know what a nut job thanos is.

nswf.

- will fuck you rough and hard.

- also makes you come several times and might even make you squirt! doesn’t care where you guys are, sex is sex and he’s willing to get off if you are

- doesn’t really matter to him wether you come or not because all long as he has, eveything is good. pops a pill during it to increase him stamina which is already high enough.

- several rounds with him and you get overstimulated by the third one. he wants to go for a forth but you have to make it extremely clear that your body can’t handle it anymore.

- he likes doggy because then he can get nice and deep within your velvety walls. quite vocal and groans loudly, many even louder than you. degrading, toys and tears are alll his stimulants and will drive him on further.

- doesn’t have a clue about aftercare and will simply let out a loud and deep sigh after tying up the rubber and flop straight onto his back. he’s out like a light and is already sleeping deeply.

- your used to it so you just mirror his loud sigh and turn over and fall asleep aswell.

- hope you guys enjoyed this! if you want a version for the squid game girls (both s1 +2) lmk!!

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blue eyes + bruises - part three

✯ pairing:

doctor!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

Rafe sat next to your bedside, he’s always wondered why so many patients' families had complained about the green plastic chairs he had again found himself in. He never understood their issue with a piece of furniture until he was in this moment with his Molly. He could feel its rigidity against his back as he sat watching the ventilator you were connected to send swooshes of air into your lungs. It was single handedly keeping you alive. The moment that you were in right now, with no one but a doctor you barely knew at your bedside. The hiss and tick of the machine had become background noise as he sat next to you, no longer covered by scrubs, but instead, jeans, a t-shirt, and leather jacket covered his body as he watched you live a moment that he already had. He could close his eyes and still remember it, still remember her like it was yesterday.. He wondered how he had found himself in this moment again. How he had managed to feel every ounce of emotion he had pushed down over the last two years in one measly twenty-four hour period. It wasn’t that he saw her in you, no it was different; your beauty so ethereal and unlike this world – maybe it was a twist of fate that your injuries were identical or that you had her eyes. Whatever the case, he was simply captivated by your beauty, your essence, your aura, there was something within you that he just couldn’t put his finger on. 

He had finished charting hours ago and instead of going home to be alone amongst the coolness of the sheets and the photos of her that still littered his walls, he stayed beside you, holding your hand – just in case. Jenni’s words still bounced around in his exhausted brain and he knew once he sat next to you for the first time – hell – he knew the first time he looked in your eyes that he couldn’t let you be alone, that he couldn’t leave you alone. If you were going to die, he’d hold your hand and brush the hair away from your face, he’d caress your cheek and tell you how loved he knew you were, whether anyone had bothered to show up for you or not. It’s what you deserved, it’s what she deserved. The anxiety and the freshness of his gaping chest wound was ever present, but he couldn’t leave you to cross into the next life without so much as someone to wrap their hand in yours – it’s just not the kind of guy he was. 

He still held out hope that you’d make it, that you’d be okay, that he could potentially get to know you or atleast the you that you would be after surviving such a traumatic event. He knew first hand that there was an afterglow when you got to the other side of something like that and he hoped he could bask in yours. He looked down at your hand – the one his was wrapped up in – as he tried to get away from the thoughts, as he tried to get away from Molly and the idea of you winding up just like she did. He noticed your nail polish, yellow with a black smiley face on the middle finger of each hand, similar to that of the Walmart mascot in the 90s. He giggled at that. Though he didn’t know much about you he knew you were bright – like sunshine to gravitate toward the color yellow and he knew you liked vintage things by the detail of your nail. He marveled at the fact that to have been involved in a crash so violent, your manicure was intact. He wondered how the universe was the product of things like that. Lost in thought again, Rafe brought your hand up to his lips, only grazing them over your cut up skin and he felt something, a twitch. Jumping backwards, he blinked violently a few times, unsure if he was imagining things. He was tired after all, the sunkenness of his eyes Sarah had mentioned still everpresent. He let go of your hand briefly, lifting his body from the green plastic in an effort to trudge to the on-call room and finally sleep. At least he’d be here if you needed him. As he rose, he felt it again – the twitch – and before another thought could cross through his tired brain, he noticed your eyes fly open and you start to fight against the ventilator, gasping for the air that was being pumped into you, your gag reflex pleading for control against the foreign object in your throat. His hands flew to your shoulder and your hair, rubbing soothing circles as he brushed your hair away from your face. You looked at him with fear in your eyes and his senses took over. 

“Hey, sweet girl. I know you’re scared, but I need you to relax so I can take it out, okay? Blink once for yes and twice for no for me, okay?” 

One blink. That was all he needed and suddenly all the emotions he was harboring didn’t matter, all he cared about was making sure you were safe and that you knew he would take care of you. The muscles in his chest squeezed against the walls of his heart as he watched tears fall out of the corners of your eyes.

“Okay, pretty girl. I’m gonna take the tube out. When I give you the go ahead, I’m gonna need you to give me the biggest cough you can and then I'll pull the tube right out, okay?” 

He explained the process of the procedure to you at your level with kindness and care and you appreciated that, even in a state of being halfway sedated. He stood there, suctioning out as much as he could of any remaining flem and secretions that remained in your throat. His voice soothed you in a sort of deja vu kind of way and you couldn't put your finger on why this stranger gave you so much peace, so much comfort – like just being in his presence was enough to make every bad thing in your world okay again.

“Okay, sweetheart. Go ahead and give me a big cough.” 

At his words, you sucked in a big breath and used all your lung power to drive a dry cough out of your throat. Simultaneously, Rafe pulled the tube from your airway, laying it on top of the napkin like material he had draped over your chest. Your first breath felt violent, it grips on to your throat like sandpaper against wood. It was uncomfortable to say the least but you were thankful to breathe on your own volition again. 

“Ow”

You croaked out, letting a wince dance across your features. 

“Can you tell me what hurts?” 

He questioned sweetly, hands still rubbing soothing circles into your hair. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. 

“Everything.” 

You mumbled. 

“I know, it’s gonna be that way for a while. Can you tell me what hurts the most?

You nodded – or attempted to, feeling plastic underneath your chin, alerting you that you were hurt, sparking a fear in you that you had never felt before. 

“W-what’s wrong with me?” 

You asked, reaching for the sweaty brace that your neck was encased by in an attempt to aid the burn of your throat. It felt like with every breath you took fire was coming from the depths of your belly. Rafe grabs your hands, ripping them away from the brace that encased your neck. 

“Easy, sweetheart. I need you to focus, okay? You’re really hurt and your neck needs to be still right now. I’ll explain everything but I need you to calm down, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

You looked up at him, pleading for answers, but understanding that he was there to help as his pools of blue looked back at you in soft reassurance. 

“Let’s get you some medicine and we’ll chat about everything, okay? My name is Rafe.” 

Rafe – Rafe as in Rafe Cameron? You wondered. Suddenly it all made sense, the dreamy doctor that you thought you imagined stood in front of you, with a kind disposition and sweet words and a beautiful chiseled jaw. If you were a praying woman, you’d say you were in heaven. But, it was in fact quite the opposite as you continued to feel the pain course through your body with every miniscule movement. 

“O-okay.” 

Rafe gave you a soft smile and brought the walkie up to his mouth, speaking into it. 

“Jenni, I need morphine, zofran, fluids, and lorazepam in 293.” 

His voice was soothing, even as he spoke medical words that were nonsensical to laymen's ears. 

“You got it boss, on my way.” 

The woman’s voice spoke back. She sounded sweet in the same way that Rafe did in the emergency room and it gave you hope that she was as kind as he was. 

“How are you feeling, sweet girl?” 

You attempted to turn your head in the direction of her voice, but were met by Rafe’s strong hands pushing your shoulders back against the pillows. 

“Try not to move until I give you this medicine, sweetheart.” 

He spoke reassuringly, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. 

“O-okay. I’m okay.” 

You whispered out and gave her a small smile. 

“There she is, a pretty smile on a pretty girl.” 

He spoke and moved forward, watching as Jenni came into your peripheral vision. Rafe took your hand in his again and rubbed soothing circles into it while Jenni inserted the medicine into your IV. You grimaced at the burning feeling of the medicine as it entered your veins. 

“Now, let’s get you feeling better, yeah?” 

He spoke kindly and blush rose to your cheeks. 

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Always Yours, Never Mine

Yandere Miguel O'Hara X f!Reader

Universe Four - The Student

Series Masterlist - Beta Read by @campingwiththecharmings

Summary

This time I found you at a university. Of course things couldn’t just be simple. You couldn’t just be a faculty member or even a damn janitor, no…you had to be my fucking student. Why couldn’t things be easy just for once? It’s fine…I’ll just have to figure out how to work around it…

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, dub-con due to identity issues, non-con, rape, More tags on the masterlist.

Word Count: 5k

It was a morning like every other.

You were on your way to your physics class, coffee in hand and your two friends on either side of you, Mira and Stacy. Mira had a skip in her step, excited about a guy she met at the coffee shop just a few minutes ago. You rolled your eyes, too concerned with the results of last week’s test in Dr. O’Hara’s class to be bothered with your friend’s endeavors.

“Hey!” Stacy screamed your name, grabbing your collar and pulling you back from the street and onto the curb.

A car flew by you, stopping your heart in your chest as you moved back from the street two more steps. You were so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t paid any attention to the road. Stacy spat your name in a scolding manner.

“Jesus, you almost got yourself killed, what the hell are you thinking?” She shook her head.

“Thank you,” you said, taking a deep breath, “I guess I’m just…I’m so nervous about my test I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Clearly,” she agreed, putting both hands on her hips like a parent scolding a child. “I’m sure you did fine on your test. You said you studied right?”

The three of you started walking again toward the building where your classes were held.

“Yeah, I did, but I mean…the last test I took I failed, I can’t fail again.” You felt dread weighing heavy on your chest as the large brick building blocked out the sun on your approach.

Mira patted your back. “You’re smart, I’m sure you did fine.” She chuckled as she jogged ahead toward the building. “Besides! I’m sure that Dr. O’Hara would let you suck his dick for a better grade!”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at Mira’s comment. She never ceased to say things that were embarrassing beyond belief. Everyone knew that Dr. O’Hara was hot. The man wore dress shirts, sure, but either he couldn’t find ones that fit properly, or he intentionally wore a size too small so people would know he worked out. It was hard to think about much else when his pectorals were so prominently displayed under a thin veil of fabric. It didn’t help either that his nipples seemed to be perpetually stiff, clearly visibly underneath his shirt, just like they were today.

“Good morning cl–”

Dr. O’Hara’s failure to finish his sentence caught you off guard, forcing your eyes on him as you walked the rest of the way into the room. You felt nervous, averting your eyes immediately and staring at the floor as you walked to your desk. After your friend’s inappropriate comment, and his lingering gaze, you couldn’t help thinking about things a student shouldn’t imagine about their professor.

Things like…what if you could suck his dick for a better grade?

He cleared his throat. “Alright class, I’m going to pass back your tests now.”

You’d done a fine job on your exam. Miguel’s predecessor, the Miguel of this universe, had already graded your paper and even put a little smiley face next to the number 87 in red ink. It was obvious that this one hadn’t made any moves on you, but he had taken a liking to you. That wouldn’t work in Miguel’s favor though. He needed you to be so desperate that you might be willing to go to great lengths to get your grade fixed.

The jealousy that stabbed Miguel in the gut when he realized that his alternate was enraptured by you made it easy to rid himself of the man. In fact, he felt nothing as he watched the life leave Miguel’s eyes. He felt nothing as he buried the man so far into the ground that no one would ever find his body.

It wasn’t that Miguel wanted to be predatory toward you, in fact, that was the last thing he wanted to do, but it was clear that you were younger in this universe than in previous ones. Your birth date was the same, he saw it in your records on the school database before he took over for your prior professor, but the year was different. He’d already gone through great lengths just to find you, so what was a little manipulation just to have you? You’d be grateful in the end, he just knew it.

He passed the tests around, watching you carefully to gauge your response to his little note he made at the top of your test. 

Come to my office after your classes so we can discuss your grade and your future in my class.

You looked down at the glaring 62 on your exam with the note to meet Dr. O’Hara in his office later. A pit formed in your gut. The words, ‘your future in my class’, stuck out more than the rest. You gulped, hands shaking as you put the failed test in your book bag and turned your attention back to class. You hated that professors seemed to do that, handing out your tests prior to the start of class. How in the hell were you expected to focus for the rest of the class with the looming threat that you might be told to retake the class next semester?

He felt a little bad after seeing your face drop at the sight of the failed exam. In some ways Miguel missed the therapist. She was bold, more mature, and he felt like she was, personality-wise, the closest to you he had found thus far. In this universe you were naive, young, bright-eyed and inexperienced. In some ways that was exciting, thinking about how easy it would be to mold you into the woman he’d lost, or at least as close to the original as possible. In other ways he didn’t love the idea of corrupting you like that.

It didn’t matter though, in the end as long as he had you, whether by moral means or immoral, that’s all that mattered.

Later that evening, shortly after finishing your final class for the day, you found yourself standing outside of Dr. O’Hara’s office, knuckles rapping on the door in an uneven rhythm. The sound of your heartbeat in your ears was deafening while you waited for him to open the door. Earlier you and your friends had joked about what you were going to do in there, but this wasn’t a movie, this was reality, and your professor wasn’t going to let you sleep your way out of a bad grade.

Not that you really wanted to do that anyway.

Your unusually tall professor opened the door, stepping back to let you inside. He was quiet when he locked the door, so quiet that you wouldn’t even notice he’d done it. You seemed a little smaller in this universe. Miguel wondered if it was because you were actually shorter, or if the fact that you were younger made it seem to be the case.

“I don’t understand why I got such a bad grade, Dr. O’Hara,” you turned to face him, failed test in hand, eyes already glistening wet with the threat of tears. “I worked really hard after you helped me understand it better.”

Fuck, he thought. His cock was already springing to life, slowly making his pants feel tighter while he looked at you. This was new territory that he didn’t know how to navigate. This wasn’t the type of person Miguel wanted to be, but he also wanted to start establishing his control over you now. If he could control you, he could keep you safe; he could have you.

“Yeah well, as you can see…” he snatched the test from your hand, “you didn’t do a very good job, did you?”

Something was different about Dr. O’Hara, you felt it as he ripped the paper from your hands. He was normally a very calm and collected type of professor, everyone loved him for that. You couldn’t understand why he was acting so harshly now. You clutched your book bag closer to yourself as though it would teleport you out of the room. He took a step closer, and you stepped back until your rear was against his desk. You felt trapped.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he said, seeing the terror in your expression. Miguel’s intention wasn’t to make you fear him, but at the same time, he was willing to do what it took to make you listen for once, since your alternates didn’t seem to pay his warnings any mind. “Look, I’d be willing to…fix your grade.”

He’d hoped that when he said it like that you would get the hint so he didn’t have to spell it out for you. Surely you’d seen enough pornos to know where this was going, right? It would make it less guilt inducing for him, and a lot less scary for you, at least that’s what he was thinking. 

“Fix it how? Is there extra credit?” You decided to continue on like you didn’t know what he was playing at.

“You could say that,” he said, taking another step toward you.

There was no way he meant what you thought he meant. He couldn’t possibly be insinuating that you were supposed to fuck your way into a better grade could he? That was just a stupid joke you and your friends had laughed about, albeit frequently, but it was just a joke. He couldn’t be serious.

You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering down to his tight-fit slacks and the way they were especially tight around his groin. You gulped, looking back up at his eyes quickly, trying to appear not to have seen anything. Maybe if you kept your eyes anywhere but on his bulge it would go away, and he would let this go.

But you wouldn’t be so lucky.

Miguel took another step forward, bringing a hand to your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your skin gently. He smirked, feeling satisfied to touch you again. Spending all the time in the last universe, he’d almost forgotten what you felt like.

“I’m not going to hurt you, and if you just listen to me you might even enjoy yourself.”

No matter how much you told yourself to run, to kick, to scream, you just stood there while Dr. O’Hara leaned forward, claiming your mouth in his and melting into you. He lifted you onto the desk like you were weightless, pushing himself against you until he was almost laying on top of you. You kissed him back, but the rest of you was frozen, unsure how to respond. Should you even be allowing this to happen, or should you be trying to stop him?

What would you do anyway? Fight him off? The man was built like a damn tank. You could work out for a hundred years and still never come close to moving him. On the bright side, you would probably pass your class, though this wasn’t how you wanted to do it. This wasn’t what you wanted at all.

“P-please, Dr. O’Hara, s-stop–”

“Shh,” he whispered, kissing you deeper, “you want me to fix your grade right? You want to pass this class? Hm?”

He looked down at you, waiting for your answer, the guilt still nagging at him as he noticed a stray tear fall down the side of your face.

You nodded. “Y-yes, yes I do.”

“Then be quiet, and do what I say,” he demanded, sliding a massive hand up your skirt, his fingers teasing at the hem of your panties.

Your mind was racing with feelings you could hardly comprehend. On one hand, your body was tingling an overwhelming desire, a need to feel his touch in the most intimate way. His thick index finger tucked into the leg of your panties, knuckles sliding softly over your pussy lips. When he kissed you it didn’t feel like a dirty professor trying to take advantage, but rather a lover who wanted to take his time with you.

On the other hand, he was much older than you, and he was your professor. Not to mention the fact that you weren’t really interested in sleeping with him, despite the teasing from you and your friends.

That didn’t seem to matter now, he was pulling your underwear down your thighs and tossing them to the floor. He rubbed the pads of his index and middle fingers over your clit, forcing a choked whimper to escape your lungs. You thought about protesting his actions again, but decided against it. You didn’t want to piss him off, and you didn’t want to fail the class.

“There you go, honey,” he whispered against your lips, “don’t squirm too much okay? You’ll like it, I know you will.”

You nodded, unable to find the words to say otherwise. Dr. O’Hara pushed you down so your back was flat against the desk, his large hand pressed against your abdomen while his other started to undo his pants. You didn’t even want to look at it, so you stared out the window and kept your eyes trained on the gate at the entrance to the college campus. He exhaled a low and deep breath as he dragged the tip of his cock along your folds.

“Look at me, hermosa,” his voice was low, but still demanding.

You complied, turning your head slowly to look at him. Miguel tried to convince himself that you would come around, that you were just nervous for your first time together. He wasn’t an idiot, and he wasn’t delusional either, but he needed to believe that you would come around, because working with the you that was right in front of him was better than the unknown of whatever versions he may encounter in other universes. ‘The devil you know’, and all that.

“Hold on tight, honey,” he warned, sliding his dick through your slick entrance. He couldn’t even make it halfway in before it was too tight. “F-fuck baby…shit.”

You cried out, all of your resolve falling to the wayside. It hurt, it hurt so fucking bad.

“Dr. O’Hara pleas–”

Before you could even finish your plea his hand was covering your mouth. He shook his head, eyes narrowing dangerously in warning. You tried to beg with your eyes, your small sobs blocked by the brick wall of his palm only serving to make his cock throb inside your cunt. You grabbed onto his forearm, gripping it so tight your nails dug into his skin, but it may as well have been a pillar, unmoving and sturdy while he kept your mouth covered.

“Honey, please,” he hissed, his breaths of arousal interrupting his irritated tone. “I know it’s painful now but if you just relax, I’ll stretch you out so it won’t hurt anymore alright?”

You didn’t respond, and Miguel felt the guilt in his chest. The guilt didn’t outweigh the delicious feeling of your hole squeezing around the mere three inches he’d managed to get inside. He slid forward a little more, your eyes rolled back in response, your breaths turned into labored panting while you took him further.

“You’re doing great, hermosa,” he encouraged, “taking me so well.”

Your legs tightened around his waist as your cunt stretched even wider around him. He was bigger than anything you’d ever felt, and you couldn’t get free from him. Finally he bottomed out inside you, when you looked down at where you were connected you could see a bulge in your abdomen. Your eyes widened in fear, as though seeing it made it feel that much bigger.

“Shh, baby, shh,” he cooed, rolling his hips back and then snapping forward again, forcing a guttural groan to erupt from deep within you. “That’s it, fuck, so tight-that’s-it.”

Miguel established a steady rhythm that was made easier by how wet your little hole got. At least you’re physically enjoying yourself, he thought to himself, still trying to ease the guilt brewing inside him. His free hand grabbed onto your thigh, leveraging himself even deeper. The sight of his fat cock bulging up through your stomach made him harder, if that were even possible. He thought, for only a second, about the fact that you might not be on birth control, but then decided he didn’t really give a shit.

Your makeup was ruined, black rivers running down your cheeks while you cried even harder. When Miguel looked down at where your pussy was split around his dick he could see why, you’d made a bloody mess between both your bodies. He questioned why he thought that was hot. Causing you pain shouldn’t feel that good, but it did, the sight of your blood making his pace even faster.

“Didn’t know you had such a little pussy,” he breathed between thrusts, “so tight, so-wet-fuck.”

When Miguel thought about it, the two of you - himself and you from the original universe -, never got that rough. It wasn’t something he knew he would like, having power over you like that, causing you pain and listening to your cries. Hearing you whimper now though, laying on his desk with your legs wrapped around him while he split you open, was making him feral. If making you cry was bad, then why the hell did it feel so fucking good?

“Are you going to come for me, honey?” He asked in a low whisper.

You didn’t answer, you just kept your eyes on his, a silent prayer that he would stop. He couldn’t stop now though, he was so damn close.

“Next time m-maybe, holy-shit-fuck-fuck-FUCK!”

His hips snapped forward, stuttering and halting against yours. You felt the searing hot ropes of his spend while it spilled inside your walls, cock throbbing and stretching you further with every spurt. His breathing was deep, low, and you guessed that if he weren’t afraid of being caught he would be much more vocal. He tossed his head back, using the hand that was on your hip to push his hair from where it fell into his eyes.

Once he was finished, Miguel released your mouth, the post-orgasm clarity making his guilt take over tenfold.

“Shit,” he muttered, pulling out of you, the sudden feeling forcing a quiet cry from your swollen, trembling lips.

You didn’t speak. Now that he was finished you didn’t have words to say. What could you say? ‘You’re a monster’? ‘How could you do this to me’? ‘Why would you do this to me’? None of his answers would matter, and part of you still wondered if you’d asked for it some way. What else did you think your professor wanted you to come into his office for after all the classes had ended for the day? The red flags had been waving in your face and you ignored them. Maybe, somewhere deep down, you wanted this all along.

—

“Good morning handsome,” you said, laughing and wiping a bit of spit from Miguel’s stubbled cheek, “you were out. Having a good dream?”

—

Miguel shot up in bed, quickly realizing that he was dreaming, the reminder of that day still so fucking clear in his mind.

He looked at the calendar sitting above the coffee maker in his apartment. Well, his apartment. It had already been four long weeks that he’d spent in that universe trying desperately to get you to like him. He could tell by the look on your face though that you were still terrified of him. 

He wondered if he should just leave, call it quits for this universe and move on to the next one. Miguel couldn’t shake the probability that something might be worse in the next universe though. What if he traveled there only to find that you were already dead? What if the next ten universes took him years to get through and eventually he was too old to keep looking for you? No matter how he looked at it, logically speaking, it was still better to try and work with the you in front of him, than to risk the unknown.

You couldn’t put into words the way you felt when you saw Dr. O’Hara every week in your physics class. You started sitting toward the back, hoping some other girl might grab his attention instead, but it never worked. He continued to summon you to his office in the late evenings, and he continued to fuck you until you could barely walk your way out of his office.

He terrified you.

And that terrified him.

“Dr. O’Hara,” the head of student affairs walked into Miguel’s office, pushing the already ajar door open and stepping inside.

“Oh, hi, Janice,” Miguel said, feeling his body become tense.

You better not have opened your fucking mouth, he thought.

“One of your students…” your name coming out of her mouth made him start to sweat, “...came to me and said she would like to drop out and take this class another semester. She said it doesn’t fit into her schedule right now so we need you to sign–”

“Halfway through the semester?” He asked, tone sharper than he intended. “No. She’s doing so well it would be a mistake.”

“It’s not really up to–”

“What’s the cutoff date for this kind of thing? Isn’t there always a cutoff date?”

“This Thursday is the–”

“No.”

“You don’t really have a choice.”

“Let me talk to her.”

The woman sighed, handing him the paper, “I think it’s a mistake too, for the record. It would be a shame to have to do all that work all over again.”

The woman left, the sound of her clicking heels fading as she walked down the hall. Miguel looked at the sheet of paper, hands shaking as he looked down at your signature. There it was. The same signature on your fucking marriage certificate, right there, telling him that you’d had enough and wanted to leave him. 

He slammed his office door and walked over to his bag, the one where he kept your wedding photo. He hadn’t looked at it much since he’d left the original universe. The image of the two of you together brought him nothing but pain. He wanted you back so badly he was willing to rape a poor college girl that looked just like you in order to live in a fantasy that, deep down, he knew would never really hold a candle to the reality he once had.

Looking back he remembered the day of your wedding, the way you looked took his breath away. He was still mad that the therapist hadn’t worked out, if only she’d listened. Even the barista wasn’t too bad. She was a bit mouthy, but…no, he couldn’t stand the damn barista. She was a lost cause the moment she broke up with him.

Something told him that this version of you, the student, wasn’t going to work out from the beginning. He wanted it so badly though. When he tried to imagine a world where he could be happy with that version of you, he couldn’t. Even in the event he was able to convince you to marry him, or hell, even go on a date with him, he knew it would be all done in fear. You’d never look at him the way you did. 

You would never love him.

You startled him when you opened the door to his office unannounced. You could tell because he scrambled to put something into his bag as you entered. His gaze was still so harsh, and you thought maybe you shouldn’t have come at all, but you were afraid your consequences would be harsher if you ignored his long standing request to meet him in the office during the evenings. You closed the door behind yourself, knowing that he would probably do it anyway if you didn’t do it yourself. 

This is the last time, you thought. You do this one more time and then you’re done.

You hoped that by giving him what he so clearly wanted from you one last time, and perhaps being mature about it, you could convince him to let you go.

“D-Dr. O’Hara I–”

“You’re trying to drop out of my fucking class?” He snapped, eyes shooting spears through you.

You gulped, stepping toward the door, immediately regretting closing it behind yourself.

“W-well yes but I came to, um…well I thought we could–”

“Thought we could what?” He asked, standing quickly.

Regardless if you’d never love him, he was going to have to work with what he had, and right now he had a crying twenty something in front of him who was willing to do anything he said.

“We can do it just one more time and then I want to leave your class,” you whispered.

Dr. O’Hara strode over to you slowly, each step a booming quake that tore through what little determination you’d had when walking in there. He grabbed your jaw in his hand, leaning forward so his lips were against your ear. You hated that your body had become conditioned to react pleasantly to his touch, a tingling sensation spreading down to your core.

“What did you say?” He hissed against your ear.

You couldn’t speak. You wanted to repeat yourself. You wanted to convince him that this was what was best for both of you since getting caught would surely end his career. No matter how much you willed yourself to speak though, not a fucking word came out. The only sound you made was a pathetic whimper, a dumb little sound that you knew he liked; he always moaned whenever you made it. 

“That’s what I thought, hermosa,” he whispered, “you can come back to my office tonight, and I’ll take good care of you like I always do, hm?”

He let go of you and stepped back, eyes scanning over your body and taking it all in as he had so many times before.

“Well, I-I can’t come tonight,” you admitted hastily, as though you might choke on the words if you didn’t spit them out.

“Why?” Dr. O’Hara’s eyes snapped to yours.

“Well my friends and I were going out tonight and–”

“No,” he said firmly, “you’re coming back here.”

Perhaps he’d said it too harshly, but knowing that there was a good possibility that this was the night of your death, your ‘canon event’ as he’d taken to calling it, he couldn’t risk you leaving his sight.

You opened your mouth to protest, but the dark glare in his eye told you that arguing was futile. It was clear that whatever this had started as, an exploitative endeavor, had turned into some sort of obsession that you weren’t going to be able to get out of easily.

“Please,” you mouthed, keeping your eyes on the floor.

He couldn’t remember a time he’d felt so much guilt. Could he really keep this up? Would he really be able to spend the rest of both your lives looking into your fearful eyes and convince himself that it was alright? As long as he had you it didn’t matter if you were a little afraid…right?

“I know this is hard for you to understand, so I’ll make it simple for you,” he moved to grab you, but you slipped under his arm and started backing away.

“Stop doing this, please,” you were trying to get away from him now, another sign that this was probably a dead-end universe for him.

Miguel couldn’t imagine much worse than you being dead, but you feeling so afraid of him that you died trying to get away from him was right up there. He wondered if closing his oversized office window would’ve still resulted in your demise that night.

“Honey, I’m sorry, if you can just come here and have a seat we can talk–”

“No!” You yelled, continuing to back up, the open window at your back.

Miguel took a step forward.

“I’m not going to hurt you, let’s just–”

“You already did!” Your lips were trembling, your whole body was tense, “Stay away from me!”

“Mi vida, please!”

He watched you hit the low-sitting window sill. The school would get sued, no doubt, for not putting a screen, or at least some form of safety precaution, in place to prevent your fall from three stories up. He looked over the window sill, watching the blood spread from your body outward, covering the pavement below.

Miguel genuinely felt bad. He didn’t know if it was because he felt like he was losing you again. No, this wasn’t really like losing you. This felt more like guilt around causing the death of some college student who happened to look almost exactly like you, but she wasn’t really you.

In all honesty, appearance was the only thing this girl had in common with you. So Miguel wouldn’t shed a tear for her, though he would hold on to the turmoil he’d caused you in that universe for a while. He’d wear it with him to the next one, like a pin he’d collected as a souvenir. That thought actually made him laugh. It was the laugh of a man gone mad, but a laugh nonetheless.

Maybe by the end of his journey he’d have a whole stash of pins. Perhaps he’d be so weighed down by them that he wouldn’t be able to move anymore. It was entirely possible that a suitable replacement didn’t exist, and that maybe he’d never find the perfect one.

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succubus! reader x lads men pt. 1

Content: It’s your final exam as a new succubus, and of course they chose the hardest objective for their “favourite” student, will you be able to deal with them? or will you end up becoming the one under them?

Note: Non-proofreader, as always.

Word count: 2137.

Zayne:

Content: Restraints, magic, usage of aphrodisiacs (succbus magic), hunter and prey dynamics, brat tamer! Zayne, slight breeding kink, dubcon.

In order to get closer to your objective, you decided to disguise yourself as one of the many doctors around his work, always acting all smiley and happy while you tried to get closer to him. Always getting a bit too close to him (just enough for him to shudder, not enough to make him uncomfortable), bringing him his coffee to his own office and eating with him each day he was able, finally getting him to lower his walls to you.

Your chance finally arrived after Dr Zayne got sick after spending several nights overworking himself, so of course you had to bring him something to feel nice, right? With that set-in mind, you arrived to his doorstep, having a bag filled of medicines on one hand and the other with some warm food you had bought on the way there. Almost everything fell to the floor when the door finally opened, with Zayne half naked, a flimsy towel surrounding his hips, his face quite flushed and his hair slightly close to his face, framing his gorgeous face and making him look just a bit too handsome. You struggled for a second, trying to find the correct words and avoiding at any cost that unprepared words left your mouth. “Good afternoon, Dr Zayne. I heard that you were sick so I just had to bring something for you.” Zayne stood there, almost confused while his gaze fixed on your face, quietly moving to the side as he tried his best no to fall, needing your help despite how much he complained about it. Then, it took your around ten minutes to get him to go back to bed, and another ten minutes passed until you were finally able to prepare his meal of the day, including having to double check that all the medicines were correct for him.

Zayne was finally able to recover from the illness after two nights, having you changing his wet towel several times during the night, letting him some fresh water when he needed (of course, having to fight the great urge of giving him said water with your own mouth). After he finally woke up in the morning, his fever was completely gone, leaving him with a slight cough from time to time. Now that he was no longer sick, it was finally the time in which you could actually begin applying everything you had learned until then. Your little plan started by keeping close contact with him, caressing his face as if you were trying to be sure that he had no fever, then, you stayed there, cooking him a homemade meal for him (good thing you learnt before going to his house). It was finally your time to act when night arrived, with Zayne was far too soft with you, letting you run your fingers all through his body, even despite his slightly flushed ears.

“…Aren’t you being far too stubborn?” He said that with his voice deeper than usual, even despite he said that, his hands didn’t move a bit from where they were, letting you touch his chest as much as you wanted. You took advantage of that, of course, pushing him against the sofa and getting on top of him. He was unable to respond, as you quickly closed the distance between both of you, beginning a deep kiss that he responded fiercely. Just a few seconds after that, Zayne's eyes turned hazy, his gaze much darker than usual. His green eyes scanned your whole figure, now having turned into your real form, with your little tail moving around and your horns sticking out from your head, almost making you feel as if you were about to be devoured. You ignored the strange feeling of having turned into the prey, so you teased him.

"Oh... Dr Zayne is unable to do anything about it, would be such a shame if I like...did some nasty stuff with his body, right~?" Zayne's eyebrows twitched for a moment, being unable to move much because of your succubus magic. You took advantage of that, getting rid of his buttoned up shirt, playing with the last buttons as you felt his erected member rubbing against the curve of your ass, lowering your lower body just enough for you to rub harder against his still clothed body, making him bite his lip as he tried to restrain himself.

" Uh... Are you trying to play hard to get, Dr Zayne~?" You laughed, playing with his soft pink nipples and rubbing against him, kissing his lips while playing with his tongue, filling the room with the wet noises of your kiss.

"Such a shame that the great doctor is unable to do anything, right~?"

Your victorious smirk left your body with a single blow, as your ego played you a bad joke when the magic weakened, allowing Zayne to change your positions swiftly. Before you were able to do anything, his stronger body was on top of you, kissing your pretty mouth and sucking on your tongue while his hands ran around your body, caressing the soft and warm flesh while he rubbed his hard-on against your clothed cunt.

"Guess the tables have turned..."

Zayne's voice resounded in your ear, making your body jolt as his hands kept you under him, making just enough pressure on your wrists to forbid you from moving an inch.

"Come on, doctor, don't be mean... I can like, totally hurt you, you know?"

You bluffed, trying to make him lower his stance for a second. Sadly, this was to no avail, as he used his evol to keep you there, getting rid of the little clothes that kept your nipples hidden. He lifted you up, getting you on top of him, your back supported by his chest, while he used his legs to keep yours parted.

"Let's see how well you handle your little... methods." As soon as he said that, Zayne's hands started to move towards your chest, playing with your nipples without much force, only twisting them a little, putting a bit more force when he saw you biting your lip. Of course, you just had to taunt him, how could a mere human try to torture a succubus with pleasure?

"Are you like, trying to make me fall asleep or something?" You let a confident smirk after saying that, of course you could endure a little teasing from a human with not much experience... right?

Before you were able to notice, Zayne had already removed all your clothes, leaving your naked body at his mercy. His lips kissed the soft curve of your neck, while his hands were too busy playing with his body, one hand was playing with your nipples, while the other one was caressing your cunt, playing with the bud of nerves despite how much you cried, trying to get him to lower the speed of his fingers, this torture lasted for over half an hour, sometimes switching the position, letting you face him, kissing his lips while his fingers were inside you, crying as he hit pleasurable places and making your eyes roll to your skull.

Zayne smiled devilishly, as he felt how you kept grinding against his groin, wetting that area while fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Please... I need cock, you've teased me enough, I'm so hungry... pretty please." Your words left your mouth in the form a babble, although Zayne was able to understand each word, the confidence and superiority making him feel a bit too good for his own good. I mean, how could he not feel proud of the state he had left you, from a little teasing brat to an absolute mess, making you cum over seven times with just his hand, making you cry while you came, saliva running down your mouth. You tried to get him to comply, giving him doe eyes as you attempted to get rid of his trousers, getting angry as you failed to unbutton his pants. Laughing, Zayne took your hands away, taking off his own trousers, leaving them over the sofa. You wasted no time, quickly getting rid of his underwear, taking his length on your mouth and sucking him off, lewd noises filling the room. Zayne’s lips parted, soft moans leaving his mouth, his hands playing with your soft hair, trying as hard as possible to not push further, forcing the tip of his dick against the back of your throat. Lucky for him, you didn’t hesitate to do just that, forcing the tip of his cock against your throat, sucking on the tip, enjoying his expressions of him being lost in the pleasure, only causing his grip on your hair to strengthen. “God…” Zayne muttered, letting a breathy whimper escape, despite he was trying hard not to let any of those embarrassing sounds out. You kept pumping his length, stopping your movements just as he was about to release. Despite that, he had no time to complain, as you swiftly got on top of him, carefully accommodating his length with your warm cunt, taking inch by inch, the stretch making you almost let out a cry of pleasure. Zayne kept his hands on your hips, caressing your soft skin as he tried his best not to push your weight down. “Now this is how it’s supposed to go, humans are such weaklings, you were just lucky before.” Well, of course you just had to push your luck once again. Annoyed, Zayne decided to punish you, pushing your weight down his shaft, moving your whole body just as if you were just some little toy for him to use. He refused to stop, giving you a cocky smile as you soon started to lose yourself in the pleasure, once again crying while you tried your best as to not cum on the spot, your hands trying to support your own weight on his lower abdomen, this was used to his advantage, as he swiftly changed your positions, being on top of you once again. He even had the nerve of using your wrists as some kind of handles, forcing his cock in and out of your sorry cunt, hearing your soft mewls and pleas fill the whole room. “Stop…you’re gonna mess up my womb, you can’t just keep going at it like this! I’m gonna get pregnant!” This was a lame excuse, in fact, the greater issue for you was getting your succubus mark linked with him, I mean, you were a brand-new succubus! How could you get your passing grade if you came back linked with your first real meal?! This warning only seemed to get him even more fired up, as his thrusts started to get even deeper, hitting that sensitive place while he kept kissing your lips, carefully caressing your hair as he kept thrusting into you, soft whispers leaking from his lips: “Oh… You’re taking me so well… You feel so good, dear… Keep cumming, just like that…” His sweet words causing your body to feel even warmer, almost as if you were completely melting just from his touch.

Despite how much you whined, Zayne’s thrusts didn’t even slow down, making sure to have your whole figure under his weight, making your brain feel all fuzzy, vision blurry from the fat tears as a result of the overstimulation that were running down your cheeks. “I’m going to cum, take it for me yeah?” Zayne warned you, soon feeling his length flinch, the rhythm of the thrusts slowing down as his cum started to fill your womb, the only sound left was the heavy breathing of both of you. You took advantage of the situation, trying your best to escape, I mean, take an intelligent retreat, but of course, nothing was going in your favour, as Zayne’s arms wrapped promptly around you, letting you sit on his lap as he kept his length inside of you, the succubus mark appearing on your lower stomach as your body seemed to gladly accept his seed, the warmth of it causing you to let out a soft whimper as you tried your best not to cry from the frustration, you would become the laughing stock for a couple of centuries... “Let’s stay like this for a moment… We still have a long time before the sun rises, dear, but it is important to take some rest before we keep going.” Zayne said that, his arms squeezing you just to the point of making you feel as if you were completely safe there, you bit your lip, you had to be one dumb succubus to go and fall in love with your first prey, at least it seemed that he didn’t have any plan of letting you go, not now and probably not anytime soon.  

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[creepypastasomethingsomething]

The Victorian Ghost

One

Prologue

TW: NONE (if there are any triggers, I apologize, and just tell me and I'll fix the warnings)

The drive took longer than expected. First, the car ran out of gas in the middle of the street, so a tow truck had to be called. Then the car was stuck in traffic for about two hours because of a bad car crash. After those hours the car was almost out of gas but it got to a gas station before it ran out of gas again. By then, the sun was starting to set, much to Joshua's dismay. He thought that he and his mother were going to get home before the sun set, but of course the world didn't let that happen. The world didn't want him to be happy and didn't want him to get his way for at least once. It was like he was born to have bad things happen to him. Of course, it was something that could happen to anyone; arriving at home much later than anticipated. Joshua sighed in relief as he saw the house come into view and his mother parked the bright red Honda in the driveway.

The house his parents bought was painted tan with a light brown roof; a lot of windows were there and there were a bunch of rose bushes in the front yard. Behind the house was a large forest filled with many different types of trees, including a large Weeping Willow in the backyard, which was rather big. There was neighbors, but there were a little bit far away. Mrs. Campbell, somewhere in her late forties or early fifties, turned the car off and looked at her son who was somewhere between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. She smiled at him and reached a hand out to push away any of his dark brown bangs out of his face.

"Ugh, mom!"

"What?"

"Don't touch my hair!"

"Sorry, but it's so pretty and I want to see your face again. You've hand long bangs for about a year now."

"Whatever. Just...Don't touch it. It's my pride and joy."

Joshua glared at his mother and opened the door of the car, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and shutting the door with his foot. Mrs. Campbell sighed and shook her head. Her and her son didn't have the best relationship and it didn't help that a lot of her focus was on either work or her five children; all younger than Joshua and all girls. She barely spent any time with him. Even with her time with him that day wasn't all that great, she was happy to be with him without having the girls around. Mrs. Campbell got out of her car and shut the door, locking the vehicle with her keys and went to the front door.

When Joshua arrived inside, he saw his father and two of his youngest sisters sitting on the floor watching T.V. His father was tapping his foot to the sound of the music playing from the children's show. Joshua tried his hardest to keep quiet but the sound of the door slamming shut made his father look at him and his mother.

"Hey, son."

Joshua kept quiet and stomped up the carpeted stairs and up to his room as grumbled something under his breath. Mr. Campbell shook his head and his wife ran her fingers through her dark hair, looking rather saddened.

“Sorry we’re so late.” She put her purse on top of a large box near a couch, "But the car ran out of gas and we had to call a tow truck, plus we were tuck in traffic. "She sat down next to her husband and smiled when her youngest child, Carly who was four, ran up to her and hugged her leg. She ruffled Carly's hair who started to climb up in the woman's lap.

"That's alright. Just as long as you're safe." Mr. Campbell smiled at his significant other who was now holding Carly in her arms.

Mrs. Campbell smiled at her husband and looked into his chocolate brown eyes, feeling her sorrows drift away.

~~~

Joshua slammed his room door shut and groaned as he flopped face first onto his bed; unmade with no sheets. He lied there for a moment until he rolled over and grabbed his Xbox controller and turned it on; he got up and turned the T.V on and lied down back in his bed. He went into Netflix and flipped through shows to see what he wanted to watch. When he finally found what he wanted, he put the controller down and rolled on his side, thinking. He thought about how unfair the world was and how much he didn't want to move. He was finally getting some friends and then he had to move far, far away. He knew that it was a little childish to blame the world for all his problems, but he was an upset teenager who wanted to blame something or someone.

About an hour later of watching T.V, he was called out for dinner and lazily rolled out of bed, turning his Xbox and T.V off. He stomped down the stairs in his hoodie, sweatpants and socks and jumped up on the couch.

"Hey I was there first!" The sixteen year old looked at his twelve year old sister Eva who he shoved out of the seat.

"You know this is my seat. This is where I always sit."

"But I was sitting there first!"

"I don't care!"

"Mom!"

"Stop fighting!" Mrs. Campbell shouted. "Josh, please don't shove people out of seats you want to sit in."

Joshua glared daggers at his sisters and parents and took one of the rice containers containing fried rice and took a plastic fork, getting up from his spot and walking back to his room.

"God, why's he such a jerk!" Eva glared at him and sat back in her spot while her parents looked at each other sadly.

Allison, an eight year old and the third youngest and fourth oldest watched as her older brother left. She looked at her plate of sweet and sour chicken, white rice and spring rolls. She sighed sadly as she thought about how hard it must have been for him; he was just getting close with some people.

~~~

You sighed as you sat down on the old wooden bench in the backyard of the Campbell home. The bench looked to be a couple decades old with a bunch of grass and wildflowers growing around it, a perfect place for animals like snakes or bunnies to hide. You had one leg on top of another as a book was in your hands; Frankenstein by Mary Shelly. You recalled reading the book a few times back when you were alive; reading it as it rained and you were wrapped up in warm blankets as a candle lit the room. It gave you nostalgia and you weakly smiled at the memories you had. You bounced one leg up and down as you read and for some time, it was silent besides the crickets and the occasional sound of some sort of critter scuttering around in the bushes.

Although you still loved the forest, you did have bad memories from your death and how your once close friend murdered you and another friend, Fay Johnson. You always thought that you three would be friends forever; but of course it all came crashing down a month before your wedding. You shook your head, not wanting to remember those awful events.

After your murder, you decided to haunt your murderer Sarah and your anger turned to rage as you heard your fiancé John was going to marry her. You thought he loved you forever, but you thought that you guessed wrong. Ever since then, you have haunted their family for generations, always sticking with one family that seemed like the worst; The Dupont's, the Walker's, the Green's. And now, over a hundred years later, you're haunting the Campbell's. The Campbell's actually weren't all that bad and you chose to haunt them because they had the most kids in the family in the modern times and because you liked to mess with their son, Joshua.

Joshua was special and was gifted with the power to see and talk to ghosts. Even though you liked to scare him, he seemed really tired sometimes with a lot of different types of ghosts trying to contact him. You pitied him a little but liked to talk to him. When I mean talk to him, I mean talking French to him. You like to see his confused face whenever you speak French and like to see him get angry (he actually learned a couple words!). You would stop though, after a while, deciding that he needed a break.

Sighing, you slammed the book you were reading shut and took it in your hands as you got up. Before you walked away, your focus was on a little gray rabbit looking at you. You two looked in each other's eyes until the animal scampered away back into the forest. You then walked through the door and into the home, many boxes in the kitchen with kitchen supplies in them. As you looked around at the family's new home, you heard Mrs. Campbell, Eva, and Joshua stomp upstairs.

"God, why's he such a jerk!"

You shook your head and walked into the living room to see the Campbell's eating Chinese takeout for dinner and watching the 1991 Addams Family. You placed the book on the top of the couch, unnoticed, as the family started to shiver.

"Mommy, it's cold." Carly and Indigo got close to their parents and Eva and the eldest sister Beatrix continued to eat.

"It's probably the ghost, you know." Beatrix said as she stuffed her face with chicken.

"Don't scare her!" Allison lightly smacked her sister's arm.

You had a soft spot for kids and felt a little close to the Campbell's. The youngest three had your heart at the moment. You always wanted kids and enjoyed watching the children grow up. Even if you watched many kids grow and become adults, the Campbell's children just stole your heart. Allison especially since she reminded you of a friend you used to have.

"I'm done!" Allison put her greasy and stained paper plate on the coffee table and leaped off the couch, rushing upstairs. You followed, grabbing the book as you thought to put it in your room.

Allison ran up the staircase up to the top and looked at all the rooms, trying to remember which room was Joshua's. She knocked on every door until she heard a What? and knew that this was Joshua's room. 

"It's Allison! Can I come in?" She tapped her bare feet on the floor.

It was a bit quiet for a moment until Joshua shouted Come in! Allison smiled and turned the door knob and went into her older sibling's room where she found him lying on his back with the now empty plate sitting on a box. The eight year old walked to Joshua's bed and climbed up on it, Joshua making room for her.

"So, what do you want?" He asked.

"I just want to see if you're okay."

Joshua looked at Allison and rolled his eyes, ruffling her dark hair.

"I'm fine."

"But you never really seem fine."

Joshua frowned and looked away. Although he did help his parents with his younger sisters, he felt a little neglected but never spoke about it to anyone. He didn't want his family to worry. Ever since Eva was born, Joshua's parents have been swamped with trying to take care of everyone, and of course they had to have three more children, causing them to be even more stressed. Allison looked up at the ceiling and closed her bright blue eyes.

"I'm not fine." Joshua whispered. "I'm not."

Allison frowned at him and put one of her smaller hands on his forehead and patted it. Joshua looked at her and smiled a little. He didn't want to admit it to anyone, but Allison was probably his favorite sister. She may have been a little annoying but she was kind and was the least mean to him. She let him have tea parties with her, she let him help her with her homework, and she treated him with kindness. In return, Joshua would sometimes let her braid his hair and paint his nails.

"It's going to be okay." Allison tried to comfort her older brother the best she could and Joshua kept himself from crying. He didn't want to look weak in front of his sister.

"Thank you, Alice. I appreciate it."

Allison smiled and patted her brother's forehead once more, making him a little annoyed.

"You're welcome. I'm going to play with my dolls now."

With that, the eight year old jumped off the bed and waved her brother goodbye before rushing to her bedroom. In the house, there were seven rooms; a master bedroom for the parents, and a room for each of the kids. It took a while for them to save up money for the home, but it was worth it. Besides, Joshua and his two eldest sisters, Beatrix and Eva, were all tired of sharing a room. The house they used to live in had only three bed rooms.

After Allison left for her room, leaving Joshua by himself, you decided to check up on the teen. You listened to their conversation and wanted to make sure he was okay. You stepped into his room, making his heart start to beat fast. He looked in your direction and scowled.

You again? He thought.

Joshua always felt like he had some sort of power; the power to see spirits. He didn't like it. A lot of the ghosts he saw creeped him out but you freaked him out the most. It freaked him out with the way you breathed shallowly and slowly and the way you would occasionally cough up a large amount of blood, leaving the red liquid on the ground for someone to see and then to have to clean up. You were the first spirit he saw and ever since then, you were the spirit he saw the most. You would usually just look at him but sometimes you would talk to him. It pissed him off though, since you always spoke French to him. He even thought of taking French classes to learn the language (he was happy to pick up a few words like "pig", "bread", "okay", and the name "(Y/N)" He guessed that might be your name).

He watched as you looked at him.

"Est-ce que ça va?" You asked, your arms crossed as you leaned against the door frame.

Joshua had those words repeat in his head until he kind of figured out what you were asking him. He rolled to his side, his back facing you.

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

You sighed and shrugged as you turned away and started to leave Joshua alone with his thoughts.

"D'accord, peu importe, je te laisse tranquille."

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[Sorry if the French translation isn't accurate, I used Google translate]

Est-ce que ça va? - Are you okay?

D'accord, peu importe, je te laiss tranquille. - Alright, whatever, I'll leave you alone.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Highest to lowsest sex drive?

A few of the creeps go into heat in my canon so I'm just writing this as general sex drive not taking that into account :p

Highest Offender Jeff Masky BEN Slender Sully Candy Toby Smiley Nina Trender Jason Zalgo Jane Liu Puppeteer Brian LJ Helen Tim EJ Natalie Hobo Terrors Kate Splendor Hoodie Lowest

[eldritch-nightmare]

do they have deal breakers?

a/n: idk i just thought this would be an interesting thing to write.

synopsis: what are some deal breakers for them? what can they not tolerate?

includes: slenderman, jeff the killer, eyeless jack, laughing jack, jane the killer, nina the killer, the bloody painter, candy pop, the doll maker, jason the toymaker, dr smiley, nurse ann, the puppeteer, clockwork, zalgo, hobo heart, ticci toby, zero, kagekao, nathan the nobody, homicidal liu + sully, tim wright, brian thomas, jay merrick, jessica locke, and alex kralie.

SLENDERMAN doesn't have a lot of deal breakers, to be quite honest. it doesn't have any preferences when it comes to romance. i suppose if it had to pick something, it would say that it would rather avoid dating people with a disdain towards nature. it literally lives in nature, so... it would also probably avoid people who have children in their life, be it a parent or a teacher.

JEFF THE KILLER has a two off the top of his head. firstly, he will never date a Fangirl capital 'F'. if he even gets the slightest inkling that someone might be a fan of his, it's an immediate no and that person very well may lose their life. and secondly, he refuses to date anyone who hates his brother. yeah, he and liu don't get along and liu wants him dead but in his mind, liu is still the most important person in jeff's life. people who commit arson are on thin fucking ice.

EYELESS JACK is fairly lax when it comes to 'deal breakers'. he doesn't have anything he dislikes, and there isn't any type of behavior that he necessarily avoids either. people who aren't fond of cannibalism would be difficult to date, he supposes. he doesn't really like people who may try keeping his as a pet either. and... maybe people who are in cults...

LAUGHING JACK is one sick and twisted bastard so deal breakers are very unlikely. realistically, his partner being around kids should probably be a deal breaker but that's... literally the only way to meet him. he's incredibly complex so he really won't know his own deal breakers until he's like... in the situation, y'know?

JANE THE KILLER has one immediate deal breaker. if you like jeff the killer, she immediately feels immense disdain toward you and she will never even acknowledge your existence, not unless she's forced to. jane richardson is also lesbian, so men are an immediate no.

NINA THE KILLER has one immediate deal breaker as well. if you dislike jeff the killer, she will not get along with you. she and jeff have a love-hate relationship but at the end of the day, he's still her idol and she looks up to him a lot, so.

THE BLOODY PAINTER barely interacts with people to really know if he has any deal breakers. perhaps people who dislike art? though, he can't really fault someone for not seeing the beauty held within the multitudes of art all around the world.

CANDY POP isn't the biggest fan of people he deems to be annoying or boring. now, i know what you're thinking, candy pop literally finds joy in annoying people, so wouldn't he be delighted to have a partner who behaves the same way? absolutely not. he likes to be the one terrorizing people; he does not want to be terrorized.

THE DOLL MAKER is immediately hesitant around older men, so if you are a guy and you're older than him then just know he'll avoid you like the plague. also, due to his pyrophobia, arsonists and people fascinated by fire get an immediate no from him. anyone who may poke fun at the dolls he creates aren't welcome either, and he'll probably end up turning them into a doll.

JASON THE TOYMAKER has one goal only and it is to find 'the one for him' so like... not many deal breakers here. just fall in love with him and never ever reject him and everything will be good! you'll be turned into a wax doll, otherwise, and that's a terrible fate to suffer.

DR SMILEY also rarely interacts with people, though he's not the biggest fan of people who so desperately cling to life and believe that death is something to be afraid of.

NURSE ANN just doesn't like people in general and only has like... three people she enjoys being around so the likelihood of her growing to like someone is small. that being said, something that immediately makes her dislike a person is when they mock her for not speaking often.

THE PUPPETEER has major disdain for people he cannot control. unless he's already grown attached to (ex. emra) or reliant on them (ex. zachary), then disobedience is not something he can tolerate. he's also not the biggest fan of super-duper cheerful people, though that's only because it makes killing them harder.

CLOCKWORK by default cannot stand anyone who reminds her of her past. she wants nothing more than to forget the pain and hell she went through, so to find a person who reminds her of all that trauma? yeah, no, they gotta go.

ZALGO literally hates everything and everyone but on the very slight chance that someone manages to worm their way into the essence of his being, then so long as they don't mind humanity's downfall then they're fine. bonus points if they're good with kids because holy shit he doesn't know how to be a dad. and if they dislike kids then like... that's fine, i guess, but he'll be a bit bitter.

HOBO HEART is fairly hesitant when it comes to love. the one time he fell in love, she threw his heart away. he's hesitant to fall in love again, but he could never fall for anyone who would so willingly leave him behind. he's not the biggest fan of liars either. simply put, he could never love someone who doesn't value their own heart.

TICCI TOBY already keeps people at a distance, but it's an immediate deal breaker when someone starts making fun of him. if someone makes a bad comment about lyra or his mother, then that's also an immediate no. anyone who heavily drinks alcohol is a no. anyone who 'teases' him about his tourette's is a no. anyone who doesn't take his CIPA seriously is a no.

ZERO could never be in a relationship with someone with the mindset of 'i can fix her' because she doesn't need to be fixed. honestly, you should consider yourself lucky that she's somehow managed to grow an attachment to you considering her disregard for everyone around her. do something to make her hate you and you'll regret it.

KAGEKAO is gay, first and foremost, so if you're a woman then it just won't work out. he's fluent in english as well so you don't necessarily have to know japanese, though he'd love for you to learn. people who make comments about his wine habits or tell him to cut back on drinking wine will be disposed of immediately. he also isn't fond of boring people.

NATHAN THE NOBODY tends to believe that most people are in the organization that took away his sister, so by default, it's an immediate no if he comes to believe that someone is in the organization. he can't come to terms with his sister's death, so he'll get rid of anyone who tries to make him see that she's dead.

HOMICIDAL LIU hardly ever gives romance any thought because he's so caught up in his goal of trying to kill jeff that it rarely ever crosses his mind, so deal breakers aren't something he's given much thought. people who aren't fond of arson probably won't like liu, so they're a no. anyone who thinks he should forgive jeff is an immediate no. anyone who is a fangirl of jeff or idolizes him the way nina does is also an immediate no. people who aren't fond of smoking most certainly won't like him so they're also a no. anyone who sees no harm in mocking and bullying other people is a no.

SULLY has deal breakers relatively similar to liu. if you're a jeff groupie then he honestly wants nothing to do with you. if you are a threat to liu in any way shape or form, then he's already planning a way to dispose of you. other than that, he's pretty laid back with this sort of stuff.

TIM WRIGHT has a habit of smoking so people who can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke should probably avoid him. he isn't close to a lot of people so when someone betrays his trust, it really hits him hard so people with a habit of lying are an immediate no.

BRIAN THOMAS is a bros before hoes sorta guy in the sense that if his partner doesn't like his friends then suddenly he doesn't have a partner anymore. he can't date someone who dislikes the people he's closest to, it just doesn't work that way. especially if they dislike tim, like... that's his best friend there, dude.

JAY MERRICK is a gay man so if you are a woman, then... yeah. it won't work. you stand no chance with jay if you don't believe him when he tells you that something is seriously wrong. he doesn't like people who avoid telling him about an issue because it stresses him out a lot so he would rather prefer people who can openly tell him if something is wrong.

JESSICA LOCKE is lesbian, so men simply just do not have a chance with her. she doesn't really have many deal breakers though, to be honest. at least none that come to the top of her head. she'd probably have to experience something to decide whether or not that's a deal breaker for her, y'know?

ALEX KRALIE is like... deeply unhinged in every way possible and will try killing his partner no matter what, so. let's just use the alex before all the operator stuff happened! he can't be with anyone who doesn't support him or his passion project, marble hornets. and in the midst of marble hornets, he will try to kill his partner. there's no avoiding that. he, himself, is a deal breaker, gotta be honest here.

[darkpeacemusic]

Can I request x reader hcs for xvirus?? :00

𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕏-𝕍𝕚𝕣𝕦𝕤 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 (𝕊𝔽𝕎)

This man may not always be the best but he loves you to bits.

Most of y'alls dates would often just be something like watching binge watching medical dramas or playing board games (depending on how busy the infirmary is).

His love language is words of affection.

You're the only one he will allow to touch any of his potion making equipment.

He gives you extra special treatment whenever you get injured. (Some of the other proxies are jealous)

He loves to sit on the couch and lay his head on your shoulder after a long day of work.

His favorite nicknames for you are "little mouse", "darling", and "Dearing".

He hates it when you flirt with him during his break time but still allows it because he loves to hear your voice.

Y'alls theme song would be something like "How to Save a Life" or "Chasing Cars".

He always makes sure he's extra gentle when treating your wounds (which Dr. Smiley would tease him about sometimes).

His favorite spots to kiss you is on the cheek and nose.

His favorite saying to you is "You are the best potion that's ever affected me." (I know it sounds cringey but it's the best I could come up with)

You two have matching heart necklaces that he stole from one of his previous victims bc he loves you that much.

He loves it when you make up potion names for him when he can't figure out what to name his latest potion.

Even when something goes wrong during the potion making, he always appreciates how patient you are with him.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Tiny humans - Dr James Wilson x peds!reader

description: House gets to meet Wilson's new girlfriend for the first time when his case takes him into his worst nightmare...peds. House is in for a shock at the ball of sunshine who has his best friend on a string.

authors note: my first post for this series I want to do of oneshots and my first fanfic post on tumblr ever...enjoy!!! Btw i'm taking a lot of inspo from Arizona Robbins from Greys anatomy

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REQUESTS OPEN FOR PEDS!READER - request here

House limped down the hallway followed by an exasperated Wilson who was concerned at his friends eager step, seeing as he was on his way to see a patient. How un-house-like.

"This is peds remember, these aren't normal patients. They don't lie, they don't have ulterior motives, they're just...kids." Wilson halted his friends shoulder and turned him towards his concerned face.

"So, wait until they've had a sip of beer before berating their existence?" House mockingly tilted his head in faux concern. Wilson's mouth opened but all that left was a sigh.

After confirming that his friend was no longer going to halt the inevitable, he continued on with a new fervour in his limp. But Wilson didn't stop there and sped to catch up with the surprising amount of ground his friend had covered.

"You see she loves these kids almost...almost like they're her own. She's smart and is excellent at what she does but she doesn't care about that." Wilson paused and looked back into his mind, picturing the moment he first saw her in a child's room, a plastic tiara on her head and an empty teacup perfectly clasped between her fingers.

"She cares about the kids."

"Wow. I'm touched." House grasps his chest and wipes away a non-existant tear. "Do you know how easy being a paediatrician is. They can't lie until they grow teeth and after that they're stupid enough to reveal to us when their parents lie. There's a reason it's 'daddy touches my special place' and not 'daddy gets aroused by children.'"

"That's it I'm making the rule. No pedaphile jokes."

"But the jokes literally in the name...peds"

"Who lets you around children?"

"Who lets me around people? Haha, I got you there!" He jabs a finger into Wilson's chest. Wilson rolls his eyes and holds out his arm to prevent his morose friend entering the land of happiness. Well as happy as a bunch of sick kids can be.

"Well let me appeal to your true nature." Wilson sighs. "I like this girl and she likes me. Please don't ruin it?"

"How could I say no to those puppy dog eyes. Fine! But only in the name of your libido, at least until I finish my soul-searching and realise my true calling is your bed."

Whilst House finishes his thought, they are spotted by a woman in pink scrubs, absent of any colour of coat. She briskly walks towards the two.

"Dr Wilson, Dr House. My name is..."

"I don't remember nurses names, it's nothing personal, I rarely remember anyones."

Wilson coughs and shoves his friends shoulder to direct him towards your burning gaze.

"As I was saying, my name is DOCTOR y/l/n. Pleasure to meet you."

Despite the gaze, her smile remains cheerful and she extends her hand for House to shake. Reluctantly, he eventually offers it and it is taken in a firm and bouncy handshake.

"James has told me so much about you, to be honest I'm surprised our paths have not crossed sooner. Regardless, today I am so happy to welcome you both to peds. The most magical place on earth."

Whilst listening to her, House took stock of the woman in front of him. Her pink scrubs seemed to be the dullest thing about her. Her hair was collected in a ponytail that swished its way down between her shoulder blades. Her pockets were lined with memories of her past. A pink glitter pen given to her from a girl who was continually brought in for asthma, a ball of yarn from a boy who had loved knitting, a yellow sticker saying great job, a blue glitter one saying 'you go girl'. There was a pencil with a yellow smiley face rubber and another that seemed to contain many colours. I guess that just made it all the more fun. House smirked when he saw a pocket protector. Not too dissimilar to the one that lined the pocket of the smitten brunette next to him.

"Gentlemen, this is peds. This is the place of the tiny humans. They like glitter, they play games, they see us as magicians. They believe we are the magical healers who can cure them. So that's how we present ourselves to them. The tiny humans may be tiny but they are strong. Stronger than most. Their bodies fight because they know they have so much life left to live and we try our hardest to give them as much life left as we possibly can."

As the girl speaks, absolutely in awe of her job and the lives it saves. She fails to notice the adoring gaze of the one she calls hers. The brunette looks to her as if she hung the stars and the moon and even though he could hear House's eyes rolling into the back of his skull, he couldn't bring himself to look or care. Not when she was in his line of sight.

"So you will not be stubborn, you will not be blunt or sarcastic. As far as I'm concerned, today you are the two newest editions to the circus. So play the part and follow my lead."

She picks up her files which were each coordinated by colour and glitter. House smirked at this. She turns to push open the door to the unit but falters.

"Also..."

She turns back to face the two men.

"The owners of the tiny humans can be quite volatile. You've been warned. Enjoy!" Her look of warning is quickly replaced by a mask of pure joy.

House softly giggles.

"I like her. Will we soon be hearing the pitter patter of tiny 'Wilson' humans?"

Wilson didn’t even hear his friends comment and instead chose to follow his beauty, like a moth to a flame.

House shrugs.

"Men, never thinking with the right head." As he eyes the glitter residue that adorns Wilson’s sleeve.

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Autistic Anime Boys Round 1 Matchups!

Side A

L Lawliet (Death Note) VS Muichirou Tokito (Demon Slayer)

Gohan (Dragon Ball Z) VS Kiibo/K1-B0 Idabashi (Danganronpa)

Haruka Sakurai (Milgram) VS Seishirou Nagi (Blue Lock)

Satoru Gojou (Jujutsu Kaisen) VS Seto Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Umetarou Nozaki (Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun) VS Tamaki Suoh (Ouran High School Host Club)

Gin Gagamaru (Blue Lock) VS Taisei Yoshida (Assassination Classroom)

Itona Horibe (Assassination Classroom) VS Souichi Tanuma (Those Snow White Notes)

Light Yagami (Death Note) VS Tenma Matsukaze (Inazuma Eleven)

Shouto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) VS Sunny (Omori)

Broly (Dragon Ball Super) VS Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Yu Narukami/Souji Seta (Persona 4) VS Sechs (XBlaze)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa) VS Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Nate River/Near (Death Note) VS Kyouya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club)

Mash Burnedead (Mashle: Magic and Muscles) VS Noiz (DRAMAtical Murder)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Kabuto Yakushi (Naruto)

Lan Wangji (Mo Dao Zu Shi) VS Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai)

James (Pokémon) VS Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece)

Yuusuke Kitagawa (Persona 5) VS Tsubasa Yuunagi (Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure)

Hitoshi-san (Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls) VS Illumi Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Mikazuki Augus (Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans) VS Wakatoshi Ushijima (Haikyuu!!)

Homare Arisugawa (A3!) VS Kamille Bidan (Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam)

Subaru Mikazuki (My Roommate is a Cat) VS Atsushi Murasakibara (Kuroko no Basket)

Tanaka (Tanaka-kun is Always Listless) VS Natural Harmonia Gropius (Pokémon)

Haru (Tsuritama) VS Giorno Giovanna (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland) VS Laios Touden (Dungeon Meshi)

Touma Akechi (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.) VS Trafalgar D. Water Law (One Piece)

Lotte “Roy” Carmine (BlazBlue) VS Gon Freecss (Hunter x Hunter)

Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata (Tokyo Revengers) VS Senkuu Ishigami (Dr. Stone)

Ash Ketchum (Pokémon) VS Mafuyu Satou (Given)

Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) VS Shichirou Balam (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Shintarou Kisaragi (Kagerou Project) VS Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Toshinari Seki (Tonari no Seki-kun) VS Takashi Natsume (Natsume’s Book of Friends)

Side B

Haruka Nanase (Free!) VS Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai)

Takeo Gouda (My Love Story!!) VS Karna (Fate)

Shintarou Midorima (Kuroko no Basket) VS Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Roronoa Zoro (One Piece) VS Junpei Tenmyouji (Zero Escape)

Sig (Puyo Puyo) VS Kanata Shinkai (Ensemble Stars)

Kyoujurou Rengoku (Demon Slayer) VS Yugi Mutou (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Legoshi (Beastars) VS Gaien "Enkidu" Enkidou (Under Night In-birth)

Doppo Kunikida (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS Hiroshi Odokawa (Odd Taxi)

Kusuo Saiki (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.) VS Katsuya Serizawa (Mob Psycho 100)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa) VS Haruhito Yano (Odd Taxi)

Yotasuke Takahashi (Blue Period) VS Manjirou "Mikey" Sano (Tokyo Revengers)

Kyouya Onodera (Talentless Nana) VS Misumi Ikaruga (A3!)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS Shu Itsuki (Ensemble Stars)

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock) VS Ren Mihashi (Big Windup!)

Ranpo Edogawa (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS Kaito (Vocaloid)

Zero (Puyo Puyo) VS Masayoshi Hazama (Samurai Flamenco)

Genos (One Punch Man) VS Jotaro Kujo (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Vivia Twilight (Master Detective Archives: Raincode) VS Sora Harukawa (Ensemble Stars)

Satori Tendou (Haikyuu!!) VS Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic X)

Houtarou Oreki (Hyouka) VS Kabane Kusaka (Kemono Jihen)

Ghiaccio (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Tenya Iida (My Hero Academia)

Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland) VS Tetsuya Kuroko (Kuroko no Basket)

Kensuke Aida (Neon Genesis Evangelion) VS Goku (Dragon Ball)

Shinichi Kudou/Conan Edogawa (Detective Conan) VS Toya Aoyagi (Project Sekai)

Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies) VS Gin Ibushi (Your Turn to Die)

Jade Leech (Twisted Wonderland) VS Akihiko Sanada (Persona 3)

Xiao (Genshin Impact) VS Loid Forger (Spy x Family)

Souya "Angry" Kawata (Tokyo Revengers) VS Sabro Sabnock (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney) VS Tobio Kageyama (Haikyuu!!)

Kurapika (Hunter x Hunter) VS Saitama (One Punch Man)

Sol Badguy (Guilty Gear) VS Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 the Infinity)

Subaru Natsuki (Re: Zero) VS Yusei Fudo (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds)